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Yes, the Emerald Widow. It's a nickname that I've heard tossed around here and there when some people speak of me. I don't mind, really. It is rather catchy, and is a good summation of my personality and, let's just say, "habits".

My real name is Alyssa Velyn. I've experienced quite a bit in my 45 years of life, and I expect plenty more for the many years I'm sure I have left. I'm unashamed to say that my life has mostly revolved around many things others may find strange, odd, or bizarre. But they are things that have brought me great pleasure and fulfillment. Looking back at it all, I wouldn't change a thing about me. Who I am, what I've done, and how I came to be where I am now. I guess the best place to start would be my childhood.

There was nothing overly special about the family I was born to. Single child of middle-class parents in a secluded part of Vermont. They were loving and supportive through my life, and still are to this day. I can't express just how much they've done for me and how much it's really helped through the rough patches. I am forever grateful.

At a very young age, I developed my predatory urges. My parents told me it was perfectly normal. However, while many others work to have their children suppress such urges, my parents encouraged it. At least for the time being. They said it was to keep me in touch with our earlier ancestors or something to that nature. I never really read deeper into it. Either way, I became a hunter. The only rules my parents enforced on me were no preying on pets or other people. I thought it kinda strange they would add in other people at the time. Guess it's not that strange now.

I started in my backyard, preying on smaller woodland animals. Squirrels, rabbits, those sort of things. It took me some time before I could develop a method to catch them, but eventually I got pretty good at it. I usually hunted once every other day. My more traditionally caught meals were broken up by regular ones my family made for me, just to punctuate the fact that I was exploring urges and would eventually have to give them up once I was a bit older.

One thing I started to do to my prey was swallow them whole and alive. The first time was a bit of an accident. I had gotten a small rabbit into my mouth and, right before beginning to chew like normal, it started to fight and ended up in the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow it as is. I won't lie, the feeling of it struggling in my belly was rather nice. It took a few minutes to for the creature to expire. Since then, I guess I was rather hooked on the feeling.

After a few months and numerous times hunting, I came to another inadvertent discovery. I managed to snag a fox on one of my hunts. It was larger than anything I had caught, but I still managed to work it down my throat and into my belly. Some minutes passed and it stopped moving as expected. However, very soon afterwards, I became ill. I don't think it came from eating the fox, but I'm not really sure what triggered it. Suffice it to say, about an hour later, I couldn't hold back and vomited. I felt the creature back in my mouth and spit it to the floor. I kept my eyes shut tight. Despite giving in to natural urges, I was afraid of how gross looking at a partially digested carcass might be. I did open my eyes after a bit, but was taken back by what I saw. Not only was the fox still whole and unharmed, but it was still alive, albeit unconscious. Out of pure curiosity, I watched it for several minutes before it finally came to and ran off into the woods.

I never really grasped exactly what it meant at the time, being able to consume a living thing without them coming to harm. I was young, so such rationalization was beyond me. Come to think of it, I don't think I ever came to a real explanation for my ability. While magic existed within the many species of the world (except for humans, of course), my family had no real innate supernatural abilities. I lost a lot of sleep in my later years trying to come up with a reason for it, but eventually gave up. I didn't really care at that point, nor do I now.

I continued my hunting practices for a bit more than a year afterward. Once in a while, I'd devour a creature whole and then spit it out some time later, still alive and uninjured. It was just one of those fascinating things for me at the time. I think the strangest part of it, to me at least, was how I was still rather invigorated by the act. It was almost like my body absorbed energy from my swallowed prey without digesting it. Of course, digestion would still take place given enough time in my stomach. Never really timed it, however. All I knew was I could keep the creature alive for at least a couple hours before hitting the "point of no return", as it were.

As I got older, I grew out of the practice. My parents moved me to be more civilized and eat like everyone else. I never really complained, and I never really missed the practice either. Maybe because I was still very young, I just didn't really develop a want or need for it. Even so, eating was still something I enjoyed a lot. Maybe a little too much. It didn't take me very long to become a rather plump child. I guess if my parents were a bit more strict about it, I wouldn't have maintained such a figure for so long. But alas, I did, and spent my early years in school as a fairly round sergal girl. My weight got me into trouble, however. Trouble with other kids who seemed to make it their life's goal to make mine a living hell.

Given our location being a good distance away from any human civilization, I was able to attend a school made up of other creatures like myself. Canines, Felines, dragons, snakes, and many other species made up the population of staff and students. There weren't very many sergals enrolled, however. In fact, I think I was the only one at my grade level. Already singled out by species, I came under fire from other kids about my weight. It hurt quite a bit, but I fought hard to not show it. I thought that if I were to break down and cry all the time that it would show that I was weak and any hope of making any friends would be dashed right then and there. In reality, all it did was well up inside of me. It built up until one day during 4thgrade when it finally came out, likely propelling me down the path I've followed ever since.

I was in the girl's restroom, alone initially. I was just washing my hands when this tiger girl walked in. I don't remember her name, but I remember that she was quite a bit smaller than me and one of my biggest tormentors. Since 1st grade, she would constantly bully me about my weight. I tried so hard to ignore her, but she just wouldn't let up. This encounter was no different. It's been so long, I don't remember what was said in the encounter. I only remember the feeling. The feeling of all that bottled up anger and rage finally coming to a head. I heard her stinging words, I gritted my teeth, I gripped the sides of the sink so hard I thought it might actually break. She walked into a stall to do her business, leaving me there for a minute to seethe. That minute was all it took. I swear that I could hear myself snap. Rational thought ceased and primal instincts that I had developed some years before came flooding back into me.

Right before she could open the stall door to leave, I kicked it in, knocking her backwards. Before she could say anything, I lunged for her, my claws pinning her arms to her sides. I remember seeing the fear on her face as I opened my maw as wide as I physically could and just shot forward, stuffing her head into my mouth. Her muffled screams reasonated in my throat but I couldn't stop myself. I kept pushing my mouth down upon her while my hands pulled her further into me, working her form further into my jaws. She kicked wildly, but to no avail. The combination of my size and the strength my anger had given me easily outweighed any resistance she could have put up. It felt like my jaw slightly dislocated, almost like a snake's does when eating larger prey, but there was no pain. Or if there was, I was just too enraged to feel it. Mindlessly I stuffed her further down my throat, her yells now causing my insides to vibrate. I started to swallow multiple times, each time pulling her a little deeper. I tilted my head up as my lips reached her hips, allowing gravity to do most of the work for me. After a few more swallows, all that was left was her lower legs, which went down quite easily. Soon enough, I had fully consumed her, making my already round belly quite larger.

My breathing was hard and quick, the adrenaline in my blood only starting to wane after several minutes. By then, her screams and struggles had ceased. I could feel the rush of energy flow into my body following such a large and energetic meal. It was that time when my rational train of thought had finally returned, and the gravity of what I had just done hit me like a truck. I shut the stall door and locked it. Sitting down on the toilet, I poked at the tiger-shaped pudge in my belly. There was no signs of life. I swore I was on the verge of breaking down into tears. I couldn't help but think about what would happen to me after what I had done. Somewhere in the storm of my guilty thoughts, I remembered the fox.

I wasn't looking forward to the feeling of regurgitating the girl, but it had to be done in the hope that maybe she would still be alive. It took me almost ten minutes to do it. Forcing myself to spit up something I had swallowed wasn't something I was experienced with, but in the heat of the moment, I learned quickly. I don't like to remember what it felt like, but suffice it to say, it was painful. My whole body hurt for almost a week following it. But, thankfully, it worked. She plopped onto the floor from my mouth, unconscious, but alive.

Even so, following the event, I was emotionally wrecked. I ran from the bathroom and left the school for home. I knew that she would eventually tell the teachers what had happened, which would come back to my parents and who knows what consequences would follow. All I could think about was getting home and locking myself in my room, hoping that by doing so, all the bad things would go away. They wouldn't, but that was just how your mind works when your that young.

My parents came home from work well after school had gotten out. It was a minor reprieve as they had no reason to suspect anything was wrong. I managed to put on a convincing facade so as not to raise any questions. I just told them I wasn't feeling well and spent the rest of the day in my room, my mind wracked with worry and dread of what the following day would bring.

Sure enough, it was time to go back to school. I swore my heart was racing for the entire trip there, and even more so when I got to class and found the same tiger girl sitting on the other side of the room. Despite my worry, nothing seemed to happen. She was rather quiet. Even between classes when we passed each other, she would give me a glance before hanging her head down and just walking by. I was confused. It wasn't until halfway through the day that I overheard other kids talking. They were poking fun at her behind her back, calling her a baby for drooling all over herself and passing out in the restroom.

I couldn't believe it. Did she not remember what I did to her? I wondered that all day until my suspicion was confirmed when she was arguing with some other kids about how she had no idea how she ended up in the bathroom covered in drool. It was that moment, I felt a massive weight lift from my shoulders. I walked down the hall to the final class of the day, in awe of a new part of my ability that I had just discovered. Somehow, anyone I swallowed was unable to remember it. While pondering this new discovery, I was snapped out of my thoughts by a different girl calling me fat. I couldn't help but smile to myself.

I had found the vehicle to my revenge against all those who had caused me grief in my life. From then until the start of high school, I targeted anyone who thought it funny to bully and torment me. I'd lure them into seclusion and devour them. I took a rather grim pleasure in their struggles and cries from within my belly. I even laughed at the ones who pleaded after being tucked away into my stomach. The whole experience was extremely cathartic and served as a way to release all the bottled up anger I had as a child. After eating someone, I'd spit them out somewhere unassuming (usually outside of school so not to draw attention) and they would be left none the wiser. Despite that, because they couldn't remember what I did to them, they would still make fun of me. But I didn't care. I knew that what had done and was capable of doing made me better and there was nothing they could say to take away from that.

I hit something of a growth spurt right before the start of high school. I was already taller than most kids my age, but after this, I towered over them. While I was still a bit plump around the edges, I grew into most of my weight. It also seemed many of my fellow classmates grew up a bit as well since the amount of ridicule I received dropped to almost nothing.

The first couple years of high school were pretty uneventful. To be honest, I did miss exacting my vengeance on those who made fun of me. Well, sort of missed it. I missed the act of consuming others, to be exact. Sure, I could have just gone after random people around school and swallowed them, but I couldn't bring myself to do it at the time.

I did, however, discover what I wanted my career after school to be. I loved all of my teachers and they truly inspired me. I wanted to become a teacher. The subject I excelled at was biology, so being a professor of biology was something I settled on pretty early. I would finish high school, attend college, and start applying for teacher positions. But first, I had another pressing matter that I was dealing with.

During the later years of high school, I started to feel kinda lonely. Seeing other girls hooking up with boys all over the place really put a damper on my mood at times. I had plenty of crushes, of course, but nothing ever came of it. Truth is, some days I would come home from school and cry in my room. I wondered if I'd ever find someone who I could love and would return that love back to me. My mother assured me that it would happen eventually. She didn't meet my father until her late twenties. She said not to let myself get discouraged.

I did my best to take her advice. I stopped pining for a relationship for the moment and just focused on my studies. It helped quite a bit. I finished high school with great grades and immediately applied for college. It was in my freshman year that I hooked up with my first boyfriend.

Kraven was his name. He was a rather cute wolf boy. Average build for his size, which was a lot smaller than me. I guess he was just normally drawn to girls bigger than him, which was fine by me. I had developed a bit of an attraction to guys smaller than I was. Maybe part of the reason was me just being naturally dominant and being the bigger of the two made me feel far more in control. I didn't really exert myself in such a way, it was just a feeling. Anyway, we dated for a couple of months and it was wonderful. He was the first person I ended up sleeping with.

Much like anyone else, my first time having sex was somewhat awkward. I wanted to please him, but I wasn't quite sure how to do it. Our foreplay session mostly revolved around rubbing and groping one another. Given our difference in size, it took him a considerable amount of time to properly feel me up, not that I minded. It was rather exciting.

Not to bore you with details of my first time, trust me when I say that, despite it being rather "touch-and-go", as it were, it was great. I think we probably fucked every other day for the next month or so. I did notice that he wore out much quicker than I did. Again, I didn't really mind. If anything, it fostered my more dominant habits as eventually I took control in bed. Putting him on his back and riding him at my own pace. I really enjoyed going down on him, and I could tell he enjoyed it as well. After about 4 months into dating and screwing, he invited me over to his place. He said his roommates were gone all weekend, so we had the place to ourselves. Since we were alone, he suggested that we try something new. It was also the time when I made a new discovery about my body, partly at his expense.

The first thing he suggested was some shower fun. I always wanted to try shower sex, but there weren't a lot that were big enough for someone of my size plus another person. Luckily, the one in his place was an exception (his roommate was a dragon that was even larger than I was). I quickly agreed to the offer.

While inside, we cleaned each others bodies, rubbing and stroking every inch of each other. It was a lot of fun. I remember standing under the shower head, basking in the warm water while he was knelt down and had his snout virtually buried in my pussy, eating my out like a starving carnivore. It was amazing, to say the least. But what happened next caught me by surprise. What happened after that caught him by surprise even more.

He got behind me and started rubbing my hips and thighs. "How about we try something else?" he said. I was a bit confused at first until I felt one hand lift my tail while the other gently rubbed my butt. Soon after, I felt his fingers rub and prod at my pucker. I let out a short gasp. I had never tried anal play before then. I never even really considered it. I wasn't repulsed by the idea like some other girls I knew, but it just never crossed my mind. All said, it actually felt pretty good. Enough that I felt a little weak in the knees as his touch.

He asked me if I had ever thought of trying anal sex. Given how his fingers felt under my tail and just how unbelievable horny I had gotten in such a short time, I said I would, but I wanted to use lube for my first time. He said that he'd take care of that himself. Since I knew he didn't bring any with him and I didn't see any on the shower rack, I was a bit confused as to his meaning. I didn't notice him going to his knees again, and I got quite a shock when I felt his tongue lap against my hole.

My eyes went wide and I moaned. It felt, well, really good. I spread my legs a bit more and bent my knees and swaying my hips slightly. This was something I could really get into. His tongue worked wonders on my pucker, all the while his hand was sensually rubbing and fingering my nether lips at the same time. The feeling was overpowering. Maybe a bit too overpowering.

I felt my knees become week again, but this time, I couldn't fight it. It became harder to keep my balance and stand with each passing second. I think I must have hit my breaking point once I felt his tongue press inside. I lost control, my knees buckled, and I fell. What I felt at that moment can only be described as pain incarnate. A pain so severe and sudden that I actually couldn't even let out a cry. It shot from my rear to my entire body, causing me to instantly fall forward onto my belly and lay still, my whole body becoming tense and every muscle clenching as hard as they could.

I lay motionless in the shower. It was only a few minutes, but it felt much longer than that. Eventually the pain started to subside a bit and I got my mental faculties back. I was still panting heavily, not even realizing that, once the pain had gone down, there was still a considerable amount of pressure under my tail. I thought about Kraven at that moment, probably gave him the scare of his life to see my large posterior coming at him in such a way. I turned my head to apologize, but he wasn't in sight. It took a couple seconds before I noticed the squirming feeling in my ass.

I got to my hands and knees and looked down between my legs. Half of his entire body was enveloped by my rear. His legs kicked and I could hear and feel his voice from inside yelling. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but it was probably begging to be let out. I had no idea what to do at that instant. My whole body was still very tense and I couldn't muster the energy to push him back out. His struggling didn't help, either. He managed to give one strung lurch from inside in an attempt to pull himself free. I could feel my anal ring clench in response. I was still very dazed and had no real control over my muscles, but I remember feeling him get pulled deeper into my backside. So many thoughts ran through my head at once, but one stuck out more than any other.

It felt fucking amazing.

At that moment, I felt all rational thought leave my mind. All I could do was stick my rump in the air and revel in the feeling. It was a feeling not unlike what I experienced when I was devouring classmates when I was younger. A surge of energy washed over my whole body, just like back then, but this time it was many times more intense. I didn't even pay attention to the fact that my ass was still pulling him deeper. My belly was starting to bulge out a bit to accommodate him. I wasn't sure exactly how much time had passed, but eventually I regained enough strength to stand. I could feel his feet sticking out of my butt, the rest of him squirming inside of my body. With one more unconscious clench and a rather lewd 'slurping' sound, the rest of him was pulled into me.

I sat back in the shower and basked in the afterglow, if you could call it that. It took several more minutes before the realization of what had transpired finally hit me. I went from being lost in a sea of bliss and energy to staring at my now still belly with an untold amount worry and stress. I couldn't believe what I had done. I had even at one point convinced myself that I had just accidentally killed my boyfriend. I had to get him out of me. Not to go into detail, but the squeezing him out was rather unceremonious at best. However, the emotional weight soon lifted from me when I realized, watching him on the floor of the shower, that he was still alive. Just sleeping. Exactly like my live prey from before.

I was still in a bit of a panic. While I took the next several minutes to wash him down, I quickly left after that. I had no idea what he would think or say when he came to. I was just terrified beyond imagination. Would he tell his friends about what I did? Would he end up leaving me as a result? These thoughts stuck with me the whole night. It was a miracle that I managed to get any sleep afterward.

The next morning, I got a phone call that woke me up. It was Kraven. I answered and held my breath, preparing for the worst. To my utter surprise, he talked about us the previous night and apologized for possibly drinking and passing out. He didn't even remember me coming over in the first place, only that he woke up naked in the shower. I felt so relieved at hearing about that, I can't even describe it.

Sadly, however, our relationship only lasted another month before I found out he was cheating on me with several other girls. Apparently, he was playing all of us for the sex and not telling anyone other than his friends. How I came about becoming suspicious at first is kinda boring, but let's just say that one of his friends who was in on it was more than willing to spill the beans at the threat of being eaten alive. I still ate him. And spat him out in a dumpster behind a restaurant late at night.

As much as I wanted my own form of tasty revenge, I decided against it. I'll admit that I wish I could stuff him into my ass once more and hope that he'd remember it, but I decided to take the high road and informed all of his other "girlfriends" of his antics. The rest of his college life must have been pretty lonely. Good riddence.

It wasn't until my senior year of college that I got into another relationship. This time with another sergal named Ren. I didn't realize it at first, but the result of our time together would change my life forever.

Our time together was great throughout my senior year. Punctuated by wonderful outings to parks and movies together, dinners by candlelight, and some hot and heavy sex. I truly thought that he was the one I would spend my life with. After graduation, we celebrated with a full night of fun together. Neither of us realized that, despite using protection, said protection ended up failing. I woke up a couple mornings after terribly sick. After a bit of time and a pregnancy test, I realized I was going to be a mother. To be honest, I was actually kinda excited, despite it being an accident. I broke the news to him with a smile. I got a stoic look in return. The following day, he had vanished. Run off somewhere. Didn't tell anyone where he was going. I can't even explain the amount of sorrow and rage I felt as a result.

I do consider myself lucky, however. My family was very supportive of me through the ordeal. And I had connected with a good number of close friends who also helped out greatly. Some suggested I get an abortion, but I opted not to. I wanted to go through with it.

I'll admit, I was a little afraid. Afraid that my offspring would bear a resemblance to Ren. Afraid I may resent them just for that fact. I spent nine months worrying about it until the time came. I never got an ultrasound so I didn't know what to really expect. After several hours in labor, I gave birth to a pair pups. Identical twin boys, to be exact. I was incredibly relieved that they took very little after their deadbeat father. Their fur was a very dark green, darker than mine, with white furred bellies. They both had my eyes, a lavish lavender color. I held them at that moment and felt a sense of joy and pride I hadn't felt before. I decided to name them Merrick and Kaleb, after my uncles on my mother and fathers side of the family.

My family provided me with a place for us to live and support for the first four years. After that, I managed to finally find work as a college level teacher. I started out as a substitute for science classes before finally having my own class in biology. It was my dream job and I loved every second of it. Around the same time, I was also trying to find love once again. It was a rather fruitless search, unfortunately. Most of my dates ended up being sleazeballs, cheating husbands or barely satisfying one night stands. After so many tries, something in me must have snapped.

I remember this guy I was seeing on and off from a dating website. A lizard boy and a total health freak. For a full week we were seeing each other, multiple times, he made a quip about my figure. At first I just let it slide. But the last time, something came over me. I stopped seeing him as a potential date or boyfriend. All I saw was a free meal.

Leading him into a cheap hotel room was easy. Guys in general were easy prey. Most find it hard to turn down a chance at a good time. I brought him to the room and let him feel me up a bit to "get me into the mood". I stripped his clothes off and pushed him playfully onto the bed, letting him sit on the edge.

"Close your eyes," I said, "cause I got a surprise for you."

So he did. And so I grabbed him, pinning his arms to his sides. His eyes opened just in time to catch a glimpse at the inside of my mouth before it enveloped his head. He struggled quite a bit, but, despite being well built, he couldn't overpower my strength, my size, or my hunger. I swallowed him without a second thought, stuffing him greedily down my gullet and into my stomach. He writhed and wailed like a baby for some time before, just like all the others, he passed out.

It was from that point on that I stopped seeing guys with the hope of finding love. I saw them as potential targets for my hunger and my lust. Since they never remembered what I did with them, I could devour virtually anyone I wanted. No evidence, no consequences.

Mind you, before you call me some kind of heartless witch, I don't eat EVERY guy I come across. I have plenty of male friends. Generally in the platonic sense, but once in a while I'll get in bed with them. I just tend to go after the boys who are looking for a quick score. On very rare occasions, I may go after someone innocent. Nothing against them, they just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. They don't remember what I do to them, so it's not like I'm doing any real harm.

I kept up this practice for quite some time. Dividing my day between caring for my boys, teaching my classes, and returning to my hunting ways. It was just my way of life at that point. I had made it a point to keep my personal activities under wraps and out of my home and work life. For some years, it worked out just fine. However, sometimes life throws you situations that force you to break your own rules.

My boys were in their mid teens at this point and attending school themselves. This year was a particular challenge for me, mostly involving one student. A 21 year old naga girl named Kas. The best way I could describe her was a spoiled brat. I had heard stories about her from other teachers and staff. Poor performance, skipped classes, ignored assignments. Despite all of this, I never heard of her being disciplined and all the teachers who had her in their class refuse to talk about her. I had no clue why she hadn't been expelled yet.

It was about half-way through the semester. As predicted, Kas was doing very poorly, and I had no reservations with letting her know about it. I don't think she ever passed a single exam nor turned in any homework assignments. Failing the class was not only inevitable, but it was practically a guarantee. However, she never seemed stressed or worried about it. My class was the last of the day before the weekend. The bell rang and the students filed out. With the exception of Kas, who was the last one in the room with me and shut the door after the final student left.

"I really need a passing grade for this class," she said as she approached me in my chair. I told her that if she wanted to pass, then maybe she should have done the work that everyone else did. I wasn't about to give her my sympathy for her laziness. I tried to return to working on some papers before going home, but she wasn't done. Not by a mile.

She sat on my desk, sticking her chest out as she did and giving me a smile. I was confused and irritated at first. The scorn on my face was pretty obvious, but she seemed to pay my displeasure no heed. At that moment, I suddenly felt the tip of her tail rub against my lower leg.

"I'm sure I can give you something that will change your mind," she said in a seductive voice. I was caught off guard at first. I didn't know what she meant immediately. It didn't really hit me until she got off my desk and lowered herself before me. I gasped when I felt her hands start to caress my upper legs. I couldn't believe what she was going to do. Before I could even voice a protest, she darted her face under my skirt and I felt her nuzzle and kiss my panties. It took me a moment to get over the initial shock before I finally pushed her away.

"You don't have a choice but to give me a good grade now," she teased, glancing over to my desk. I turned my head to find a small video recorder pointing at us, with the recording light on. I was mortified.

"How could you?" I stammered.

"Unless you want this video out in the open and your job to vanish overnight, then you have to do what I say. But first, since we've gotten this far, I think it's only fair that I finish what I started. Better stay quiet, though. Wouldn't want anyone to walk in and see you forcing a student between your legs."

I gritted my teeth. I didn't know how to respond. My immediate thought was to devour her. It was a clear violation of my own principles, but despite having limited options, I also realized there was no way that I could get her up and into my maw without her screaming and drawing attention.

I felt her pull my panties down, tossing them under my desk before pressing her head back under my skirt. She started kissing my pussy while rubbing my thighs. It felt, well, kinda good. I had never had any kind of sexual interaction with another woman before. I had toyed with the idea once or twice, but that was it. Even so, this was not the way I wanted to experience it. My mind was fighting between trying to figure something out to get out of this situation, and enjoying the obviously skilled mouth working my nethers. I felt really bad about enjoying the feeling, but I couldn't help myself. The sensation was betraying my better judgement.

I had no idea just how long she had been eating me out at that point. It felt like forever. I know I climaxed at least twice, but she just wouldn't stop. After each passing minute she became more and more vigorous in her efforts. At one point, I felt her actually press her shout into my folds, slightly penetrating me, and reaching her tongue as deep as possible. Aside from feeling nothing short of amazing, my escape plan hit me right then and there. I had only ever thought about what I was about to do, and I had no idea if it would even work. But given the effect of consuming people orally or anally has worked, maybe this would too.

"Keep going," I moaned lightly, hoping she would take the bait and press herself just a bit deeper. She did, not surprisingly. Either she had quite a thing for older partners or I just tasted really good. Either way, she was in position, and it was the time to act.

I reached down and grabbed her sides firmly and quickly pulled her into my crotch. I managed to get her whole head and shoulders into me with the first pull. I could hear her try to scream, but the sound was effortlessly muffled from within my body. Her tail tried to flail around, but keeping one of my feet on it prevented it from hitting anything and causing any noise.

The initial insertion was a bit painful, but not nearly as much as my first time taking my ex up my ass. That was a pain I'd never forget. This was just mildly uncomfortable at first, but quickly gave way to a pleasure I could hardly describe. Almost like a beast with a mind of its own, my folds clenched down and started to pull. Inch by inch, I could feel her slip deeper into me. It took so much willpower to not scream out in ecstasy at the feeling, but between biting my lip and tensing my extremities, I managed to keep mostly quiet.

She started to lose energy and her struggles became significantly weaker. Almost like my body sensed it, my lips pulled on her even more, sucking her in even quicker than before. I climaxed over and over again during the whole thing. Each time I did, a bit more of her was coated in my cum and juices, further lubricating her form and helping my body to claim her even faster. Soon it was just her tail protruding from my pussy, which was easily swallowed up shortly following my final orgasm.

I felt amazing, basking in the afterglow of what felt like the greatest sexual experience of my life. She squirmed inside my womb for a while, much longer than any of my previous prey. Eventually, she did finally come to rest. I must have been panting in my chair for well over thirty minutes before I could feel any semblance of strength return to my body. I still felt very weak in my knees, but I could walk. The whole experience was wonderful, but different from my usual methods of consuming prey. This way, I felt no gain of energy, only pleasure. Not a bad trade-off, if you ask me.

There were still people around, so I had to wait a bit longer. Despite her passing out and no longer struggling, I didn't want to risk any questions from my colleagues as to why my belly suddenly became noticeably larger. While I waited, I retrieved the video camera Kas had placed on my desk. My first thought was to destroy the tape, but I decided to keep it instead. I'm not one to normally make pornos involving myself, but it has served as some good masturbatory material over the years when I was in the mood and no one else was around.

After about an hour or so, the halls were mostly cleared. I moved as quickly and quietly as I could to the gym and the girls locker room. In the showers, I squeezed her out of my pussy. It felt a little like I was giving birth all over again, but not really painful by any means. It actually felt nice. I swear I almost orgasmed one more time in the process. As predicted, she was alive and unconscious. I ran the water on her for some time to wash away any remnants of my cum and juices, left the empty video camera next to her, then left.

I was still a little on edge for the weekend. Not fearing that she might remember what happened (even if she did, she had no evidence to back it up), but the fact I had broken my own rule. I tried to convince myself that I had no other choice, but it did little to make me feel better. I should have stopped her earlier, I told myself. I could never let something like this happen again. However, it wasn't a total loss. If it wasn't for Kas, I would never have gotten into unbirthing people. So I guess I should thank her for that.

Once the school week started up again, I was happy to hear that Kas had been suspended. Seems the PE instructor found her passed out in the shower and assumed she was drunk or something. They couldn't really prove it outside of her having no memory of the past few hours, or our encounter for that matter, but that was the schools policy. I wouldn't have to deal with her for the rest of the year, so it was no skin off my back. I did feel sorry for the other teachers that had her as a student, but there was really little I could do. I could tell them what she does, but I didn't want to risk exposing myself in the process. How else would I know what she was doing if I hadn't experienced it?

The school year passed without incident on my part after that. I returned to my normal routine. Teaching, caring for my boys, and going out hunting once in a while. I had just about everything that I needed in life. A good career that I enjoyed, an activity that gave me fulfillment in more ways than one, and two lovely twin sons who satisfied my every maternal and sexual desires.

Yes, I said sexual desires. Yes, I said that about my sons. And yes, it's true. I could tell you how that came about, but I think I'll leave that for another time.