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Medea's "smooches" are a bit... different.
She stares, single-minded and unblinking, like you're the only thing she craves. A lustful growl swells in her chest, threatening to erupt; her guts burble below, growing impatient.
Hot, steamy breaths wash over you. Her maw beckons.
There it is.
They said it couldn't be done.
The mythical, coveted Double uwu.
I know. Vore and dentistry is a trope as old as time.
Look. Hierax is half-bird. He can't help but have a keen interest in the dental health of his carnivorous companions.
... He also can't help the fact he's delicious. It's really not the best of evolutionary traits to endure.
Winters deep in the frostbitten, snow-smothered mountains are always brutal. An already inhospitable realm is made treacherous for months on end with flaying winds and impenetrable blizzards.
... Fortunately, Lykos is well-prepared. He brought friends.
Art by @HauOli47.
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A soothing, sedative hot spring. Pleasant conversation over delicious ale.
Everything's better with a friend.
...
Perhaps "friends", with an S, depending on who's in there.
(( Engreca belongs to @CorpulentCoga. Art by @DagosArt. You might be noticing a trend. ))
Not always must the huntress track, isolate, and subdue her quarry.
Sometimes, the meals simply hand themselves in.
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