1st finished short scenario (<800 words of a silly little guy longing a meal who's also his boyfriend)
Context: Quique is a male naga, Rigo his human boyfriend. No beta we die like Efraín y María.
Oh, he loves that human madly. Quique would do anything for Rigo. If that man asked him the very moon, he would bring him the stars too. However, despite everything they've gone through, he is still a naga, meaning sometimes these feelings are a bit too much for him to handle.
It's funny, actually, that whenever Quique sees Rigo, there is always a voice in the back of his head luring him to get a taste. Since the very first moment, love has fused with hunger. "He's yours already, there's no need to hold back", "so close, so helpless, it would be so easy to just eat him" such intrusive thoughts filled his head over and over again, a constant struggle for self-control that he is losing a little more as time goes by. Even Rigo noticed by now, although who knows if the human was actually aware of the extent of it?
He wants to eat his lover, in the most literal sense. No other living thing can compare, for Rigo's beauty is more than just a breathtaking appearance, but also a soul of gold. It was impossible for a simple naga like him to resist the biggest temptation on earth: a cute boy with a kind smile.
And sometimes, when he sets these ideas free, the hunger turns real, an actual physiological reaction. And he runs away towards the depths of the forest, to fill the void in his stomach with something, anything. Eventually, he comes back to Rigo's embrace, hopefully thinking it was over. Unfortunately, it doesn't matter if he has a full burrow inside his guts, his stomach keeps growling, his mouth waters and (he swears this is completely involuntary) his tail wraps around Rigo's legs. The human doesn't help either, when this happens he just meet his gaze with wide shiny eyes and pouts at him, or worse, bites his lips. A shameless display of helplessness, which someday will destroy his last shred of sanity.
Rigo knew how to defend himself just fine, and yet, it was undeniable that he always lowered his guard around Quique. "As long as I move fast enough, It would be so easy to constrain that boy", after all, the naga had the physical advantage. Being only half his size, it would only take him seconds to swallow that lean human.
On the other hand, he had savored Rigo so many times already. During their restless nights, the taste was engraved on his very soul. So delicious that his primitive instinct was unable to ignore it; he couldn't stop thinking about the ways in which he would finally conquer his most yearned meal. It would be slow, he decided it long ago, he would hold Rigo with the utmost care. Start by kissing his hands, the boy should understand of his lover. Gradually, the kissing turns into licking and nibbling, until the anticipation becomes unbearable. He would use all his self-control to not take too much in each swallow, instead bit by bit. That was the only way to make it worthy: probing, tasting, licking, listening, observing Rigo's reaction and eventually the movements from within his stomach; feeling even the most innocuous inhalation hit his digestive tract. He would run his tongue all over his body, not leaving even an inch of intact skin. Oh, what a wonderful thought, a squirming Rigo at his complete mercy. They should probably do it at a river, since the mere idea caused a stream of saliva (which he had to swallow pathetically), once he actually has the human in his jaws.
How difficult was for him to get that image out of his head, the longer he tried to ignore it, the more painful the hunger became. After years of that same suffering, the only effective solution he found was to stuff himself with any other hybrid or animal avaible. "Such a pitiful naga, unable to sate his cravings. You know you can't escape fate". He ate until his ophidian nature took control, for which it was necessary to have fill his two bellies to the brim; swallow and then keep ingesting. Once he was at his instincts' mercy, he recovered his freedom: Rigo not the prey of his dreams anymore, but the love of his life again. However, that miraculous solution was wasted as soon as Quique returned to his lover's arms and Rigo told him, with his most tender voice, "if you were so hungry last night you could have told me, I would gladly help you."
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N/A: Yeah I used a quote from “Ven, devorame otra vez” but it's not my fault it fits.
The original spanish version is shorter, but as my first language I think the feeling is quite different, thus, I leave it here:
Me gustaría señalar un hecho chistoso, y es que siempre en todo momento cuando Quique tiene a Rigo en frente, desde que eran niños, un pensamiento intrusivo es joda que joda. “Te quiero comer”. Pero en un sentido literal, para él es el ser vivo más hermoso del mundo, y por ende, el bocadillo más tentador sobre la faz de la tierra. Y cuando da rienda suelta a esas ideas, el hambre se vuelve real. Se desencadena una reacción fisiológica, a la que de nada le importa si tiene una madriguera completa en las tripas, su estómago empieza a gruñir, su boca a salivar y (juro que no es su culpa) su cola a enroscarse alrededor de los pies de Rigo. El humano tampoco ayuda, cuando eso pasa solo le dirige una mirada vidriosa (por la calentura) y hace un puchero o muerde sus labios; es tan bueno luciendo indefenso que algún día va a destruir su último resquicio de cordura.
Sabía que el humano era capaz de defenderse sólo, pero también era un hecho que siempre bajaba la guardia delante de él. "Sería tan fácil retenerlo, con ese tamaño podría engullirlo en cuestión de segundos". Por otro lado, lo había probado las veces suficientes para tener su sabor grabado en su cabeza. Nunca desaprovechaba la oportunidad que ofrecía la intimidad para abrevar su antojo. Sabía demasiado bien, a tal punto que el instinto primitivo se lo recordaba en cada ocasión posible; ha sufrido incontables noches en vela, donde piensa en cómo hacerse con su tan ansiada merienda. Despacio, eso lo tenía claro, lo sostendría con sumo cuidado, empezaría por las manos y utilizaría todo el autocontrol del que disponía para no tragar de más en cada bocado. Solo así valdría la pena: tanteando, saboreando, observando, escuchando, lamiendo y sintiendo hasta la más inocua inhalación chocar contra su tracto digestivo. Su lengua dibujarla cada rincón sin que sobre un pedazo de piel, con tal de sentir ese cuerpo retorciéndose en sus entrañas. Quizás el río sería el lugar ideal, porque si de tan siquiera pensarlo formaba charcos de saliva (que después tragaba patéticamente), sería un desastre cuando realmente lo tuviera entre sus fauces.
Le costaba una eternidad sacarse la imagen de la cabeza, y muchas veces la unica forma de hacerlo era empacharse con cualquier otro hibrido o animal disponible. Comer hasta entregarse a esa naturaleza de ofidio; aquella a la que le daba igual la presa siempre y cuando tuviera la barriga llena. Tenía que tragar para luego seguir ingiriendo. Entonces, a la merced de los instintos, recuperaba su libertad: Rigo volvía a ser el amor de su vida en lugar de su presa soñada. Sin embargo, esa solución milagrosa se desperdiciaba en cuanto regresaba a los brazos de su querido y él, con la voz mas tierna posible, le decía “si tanta hambre tenías anoche pudiste habérmelo dicho, yo sabría ayudarte”.
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NSFW Warning: This contains people mentioning having sex. They do not have sex in this, but it is mentioned that they did. Honestly not sure how required this warning is in this case but I’m not taking any chances.
Bastion: *brooding after having sex with Ida for the first time*
Ida: *tired but staying awake to address whatever angsty nonsense this is* “Hey you, that’s a very thinky frown”
Bastion: “Ida, what are we?”
Ida: *hums* “Good question, well I’m squatting in your freaky death house and you’re trying to eat me sooo Tom and Jerry?”
Bastion: “I only meant that we just had sex”
Ida: *drily* “So did Tom and Jerry.”
Bastion: *fretting* “I really like you.”
Ida: “Yep, that’s been made very clear.”
Bastion: “But I want to eat you”
Ida: “Also, been made pretty clear.”
Bastion: “And I would like to do this with you again”
Ida: “Me too actually.”
Bastion: *crescendo of fretting* “But Ida, if I caught you, I would still devour you, in fact I feel hungrier for you now than I did before.”
Ida: “Mn, creepy, but I’ll allow it”
Bastion: *finally notices that Ida is being smart with him* “Ida I get the distinct impression that you aren’t taking this conversation particularly seriously”
Ida: “Bastion, we just fucked.”
Bastion: “Language.”
Ida: *sticks tongue out* “I am tired and the post coitus fuzzies aren’t going to make my input on this any sounder but: I’ve never actually felt safe, at any point in my life, not really, so if you’re worried I’ve misread the danger you pose, then you’re wrong, I don’t trust you to not be a predator Bastion, but…*intertwines her hand with his* I am trusting you with this.”
Bastion: “This” *spoken reverently* “I want this so badly Ida, but what if tomorrow is the day I catch you?”
Ida: *reaches out with other hand and boops his nose* “I think you’re getting ahead of yourself spider boy, but, on the off chance you get very very lucky, I’m not going to hold your true nature against you.”
Bastion: “Could you perhaps promise that? I know humans are not as bound by these things as Fae, but it would comfort me to hear you promise.”
Ida: *rolls eyes* “Bastion, I promise not to hold you trying to eat me or succeeding at eating me against you just because we’ve had sex”
Bastion: “It’s silly I know, I want to devour you, but I do not want to betray you or hurt you. I thought to keep how I felt a secret from you. When I realised I loved you, I was ashamed of myself, I have always been greedy, hunger has ever been my nature, but to want your heart and affection, even though I could never resist devouring you, it seemed a degree of selfishness outrageous even to me”
Ida: “Well, I won’t say it’s not greedy, but I will say I don’t really mind” *yawns*
Bastion: “Ida?”
Ida: *sleepily* “Yes Bastion?”
Bastion: “If I catch you can I still kiss you? Can I hold you gently before I eat you? Can I address you warmly even when you are digesting inside me?
Ida: “Sure Bastion” *yawns* “I don’t see mnn why not…” *falls asleep*
Bastion: “…” *holds her tightly*
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