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It was unusual to sit down to dinner without any sort of food on the table. Yet Eve knew her host well enough to know she wasn’t going to go hungry. The big blue gator settled her heft down onto several of the provided cushions in the chambers of the royal mother Shepsit, snugly seated across from a reptile even heftier than her. Such a thing hardly seemed possible, but looking at the enormous belly on the big fat crocodile across from her made even her seem modest. She wasn’t there to compete. Offering a warm smile as she sipped her offering of tea, she gave her thanks.

“It is mighty kind of you to bring me all the way out here, Shepsit. Or is it Empress? You’ll have to forgive me for not getting up on all the customs before heading over.”

Shepsit offered a smile back, and joined Eve in tea. “My name is fine. You are my guest, not my subject. And you will find yourself well acquainted with the way things work around here by the time our dinner is done. Shall we?”

The chamber was expansive and seemingly empty but for the two of them seated before their refreshments, yet all it took was a simple gesture and there was all kinds of movement. There were eyes upon the both of them at all times, and they followed that command without hesitation. The faint rattle of chains preceded the arrival of the prisoners. Or at least that was Eve’s first assumption. Some of them certainly looked like they were unhappy to be there, with wide, fearful eyes or downcast gazes of acceptance. Others were barely concealing their excitement, and their naked bodies made it ever so obvious how turned on they were simply to stand in the presence of the two reptilian ladies.

Eve took her time scanning over each of them in turn with a hunger flashing in her violet eyes. Where others might have been scandalized by such a display, she merely sat there with her big, white-scaled belly rumbling. So many of them piqued her interest. Though individually slim-bodied and generally soft in appearance, they made for an excellent start to what was sure to be a truly filling meal. Shepsit stretched her arm out to gesture to them all with a gleaming grin on her face.

“You are my guest, so I will of course give you the first choice of appetizer. Or appetizers, if you prefer. There is no such thing as being too greedy when you are here with me.”

Eve nodded her head, subtly beaming. There were so many selections that made her jaws just that much wetter, but she found herself stricken by a particular pair. Two slim hyenas stood side by side, male and female but matching in so many eyes that she could only come to a single conclusion.

“Mm. You two. Twins, are you?”

They looked at each other as if waiting for the other to speak, before they both did at once. In truth, Eve wasn’t sure which of them was which when they gave their names.

“Yes ma’am. Kamili.”

“And Keedee!”

The twins squirmed in their bindings, but certainly not to escape. Their lust was plain to see and breathe alike. Eve took a deep, luxuriant breath and hissed to her future prey. She could see how stiff the boy was. How wet the girl was. All she needed to do was reach out in their direction and they were giggling their excitement all over. The guards released them from their chains and nudged them forward into the big gator’s clutches, and there she held them, regarding them each in turn.

“Very good. I won’t ask what brought you here. I think that’s evident enough.”

For all their superficial physical differences, they looked as if they shared the same soul. Looking at her with the very same eyes - despite the variance of colours - was what convinced her. She simply couldn’t break them up. It was only right that both of them served her and satisfied her in equal measure. All it took was a small nudge. She directed them to turn and face each other, and then walked them forth until they gently collided. A little more pressure from her squished them together, pressing writhing bodies close so they could squirm against each other’s naked, spotty fur. That was how she kept them when she scooped them up like a sandwich, gripping the hyenas tight, lifting them with ease.

“I have always had such a taste for your kind. Like precious little cookies, you are. Ah, and the way you giggle inside me, truly exquisite.”

They knew exactly what she was going to do to them, and yet hearing that still set off the exact response she wanted. They were a nervously snickering mess, laughing for her so sweetly as she brought them to her jaws. Opening wide to give them a view of the purple flesh that awaited them, and to envelop them in the perfumed warmth of her breath. She drooled for them. They definitely saw the saliva pouring down her tongue and stretching between her teeth. Simply having them that close and breathing their gentle scents had Eve’s belly rumbling loudly enough for them to [i]feel[/i] it. All she had in there was a cup of tea, and she needed filling.

Bringing them forth in a smooth, slow motion eventually let her lay their cheeks upon her tongue. She kept them together, turned to the side so they both slipped across her palate equally. Their flavours blended into one another as she took them in. A little nibble was all they felt of her teeth. She wasn’t about to harm them. Not until they reached her belly, at least. Her gut’s needy gurgles echoed up her open throat, surrounding them in the sound of her hunger the deeper they went, letting them know exactly what was going to happen to them if they went all the way inside her. That didn’t stop them from cumming on her tongue when she swept it down far enough.

Tasting her prey thoroughly left her giggly double meal squirming all the more delightfully for her. She felt their muscles tensing and their breaths catching in their throats once she overtook their faces in her gullet. Without much of a gulping muscle, she was just going to have to turn her head skyward and shake them down like a proper gator, letting gravity do the work of overtaking their bodies. They tensed up all over when their hips crested over the back of her tongue, and she felt the added warmth and flavour of their twin eruptions pouring all over her mouth. Kamili came, and Keedee squirted. In truth, her output made even more of a mess than his did.

One more good shake sent their stiff legs swinging through the air, only to slide down and get engulfed in her wet maw like the rest of them. She turned the twins into a collective bulge pressing out on her thick, scaled throat, and a few more swallows was all it took to fully tuck them away. Gulping them down without flinching, she sent them straight down to the bottom of her belly in one last wet flourish. There bulged, pushing out beneath the fat a little, but they were far from distinct. Eve was neither stuffed nor especially full after swallowing two cute hyenas while. She tapped her chest, cleared her throat, and sighed.

Shepsit had been observing her carefully the entire time. Not out of any particular scrutiny, but rather just interest. Seeing that woman work was always impressive, even to a gluttonous hedonist like her. Though she wasn’t about to sit back and let Eve have all the fun. With the gator’s appetite primed, it was time for the croc to start feasting. She scanned the offerings, but she already knew who she wanted. Her gaze fixed upon a redheaded human girl who could only attempt to meet such a stare.

“Yeta. You know why you’re here,” Shepsit said with a long grumble. “I’ve been wanting you for some time now. Here you are, all but on a platter.”

Yeta played oblivious. Her? She looked behind her as if Shepsit clearly meant one of the other prisoners. Yet the guards were already removing her chains. She got a little push from behind when she didn’t move fast enough, leaving her smooth, naked form in the shadow of the massive crocodile looming over her, rumbling in more ways than one. Shepsit had to bend herself down just to get her jaws close, speaking in a wet, sultry whisper.

“Now that you stand here before me ... any regrets? Not that it’ll change anything.”

“... Some. Maybe.”

“You’ll have even more when you’re deep inside me. My stomach treats you precious, squishy humans like any other meat.”

Yeta glanced behind her briefly, as if she was considering escape. There was no time to even attempt such a thing. She found herself swept up and caught, clutched in both hands by the ancient crocodile. Shepsit brought her close and squeezed her to her bust, just to hear that human gasp, and maybe whimper just a little bit. There was no amount of struggling that could have changed anything. It was just the customary squirming that came with prey realizing what they were in for. Yeta barely got a glimpse of those jaws before they [i]SNAPPED[/i] upon her and shrouded her in slobbery darkness.

Despite the speed of the bite, Shepsit refrained from sinking her teeth into that soft, curvy morsel. Yeta was just a snack to someone of her enormity. Maybe Shepsit was showing off a little, the way she so smoothly stuffed her meal away. She didn’t even have to toss her back when she could simply push her straight down that great bulging throat. A slight indentation was all Yeta made as she slipped into those depths with a cry of rising fear. Maybe the reality of being eaten alive wasn’t quite so enticing as she’d thought.

Yet once Shepsit pushed on the soles of her prey’s feet enough and tucked her comfortably away into the darkness of her body, Yeta found her purpose. She squirmed around only to get comfortable, trembling in anticipation as the walls gurgled around her. It didn’t take long before she was getting compressed tightly, kneaded deep by those harsh walls. The hissing of juices pouring over didn’t bode well for her enduring survival either, but the real threat was the constant squeeze of Shepsit’s belly squeezing on her until something went pop. It probably wasn’t anything breaking. Not yet.

Eve was giving the hyena twins a similar treatment. All she had to do was sit back and relax while her belly kneaded on their bodies, pressing them even more tightly together until they started to get crushed and cracked by the sheer force of that automatic process. Eve didn’t have to so much as think about it to work over that tasty pair. Her body did all the work to slowly turn them into mush while her attention was elsewhere. Digesting two chocolate chip cookies alive like that was far from enough for her. It would have simply been rude as Shepsit’s guest to merely nibble from all the delicious treats on full offer to her. She scanned the lineup for her next meal once the hyenas were comfortably settled in.

She couldn’t help but find herself attracted to someone who shared a colour with her. The twinky blue dragon looked a lot less eager than the hyenas to be there. He was shifting his eyes to the left and right, shuffling his feet, sometimes even giving a testing tug at his chains just to be sure he really was caught. There was no need for a name. If he was a prisoner, then he was just going to be a number added onto her body count, and some pounds on her waistline. Yet even for his silently reluctance, she saw a little spark of something when she had him released and took him into her hands.

Perhaps it was her enchanting smile, or the enticing perfume of her presence. He didn’t look quite so afraid when she stroked down his sides and let her claws lightly scratch along his scales. She tickled him a little until he squirmed for her, leaning in close, then closer still. He wasn’t looking up at her. Maybe he should have been. If he was, he would have seen her adjusting herself, lining up, and opening her jaws above his head for the great, sudden lunge that came. A surge of movement from the big gator brought her jaws down upon his whole upper body at once in a huge, hungry CHOMP.

[i]Hmmmf![/i]

It was the kind of bite force that could have split him in half if she applied it at full force. Instead, she left him struggling in her jaws, giving his best muffled protests, kicking his legs once they were no longer in contact with the floor. Eve lifted him right up with ease, curling her tongue between his legs, teasing his soft shaft and balls. Maybe she even managed to get a little activity from him with all the licking. That wasn’t the point though. He wasn’t a treat to be savoured like the twins. A whip of her head snatched him up into the air and sent him sliding down her bulging throat in seconds. She made that cute boy vanish, smothering his screams with the grip of her occupied stomach and the rising gurgles that came with working over her living prey.

“Mm. Very impressive,” Shepsit said as she watched the gator devour someone with such ease. “My turn. Looks like I need to catch up to you.”

There were no more twins to pick from, but she found a theme nonetheless. Picking out a pair of canines from the lineup meant she soon had a double meal of her own within biting range. Eve patiently sat and watched the whole time, rubbing at her belly, helping that squirmy dragon settle in among the hyenas slowly churning inside of her. The wolf and jackal boys before Shepsit exchanged a look. They didn’t know each other, nor were they there for the same reasons. When Shepsit saw the wolf slowly stepping behind the jackal, as if to push him in front and hide, she struck.

Just as before, all it took was a single chomp to completely seal his fate. That wolf was a feisty one. For whatever reason it occurred to him to try to pry a crocodile’s jaws from around his body. Shepsit had him down to the chest, engulfing her meal in her mouth, gnawing him but not piercing him. Yet even without applying the full strength of her bone-crushing jaws, there was no fighting his way out of that one. That nameless wolf was caught, and his punishment loomed. Yeta was probably getting lonely down there, tucked away in the darkness, feeling the first [i]splurches[/i] of her own digestion. Wrenching that dog into the air and shaking him down her throat helped fill Shepsit up that much more - but even with two living people inside of her, her gut barely so much as shook, much less expanded. They were invisible beneath the fat, and the jackal probably wasn’t going to change that either.

This one was a little more willing. He got some special attention for that. Scooping him up, Shepsit brought him close, squeezing him to her jaws, groping down his body. She took a good handful of his fine ass, and then just kept playing with it when she couldn’t help herself. Eventually, she picked him up by that fine butt and turned him around, letting him sit down on her tongue. Balancing him there, licking his balls and taint, she brought a moan out of him that filled even the expansive chambers. He got his moment of bliss before she snapped him up. But that didn’t mean she was going to be any gentler with him.

Folding him in half with the strength of those great jaws, she squished him together and gulped him down ass first. That butt was simply too irresistible. She needed it before any other part of him. That jackal sighed his way into her gullet, with his head between his feet, his spine curled to accommodate her angle of attack. It was all fine with him. Shepsit got to hear, and then feel him moaning inside of her even when he slumped down to enjoy the rest of the prey tucked away within her great gut. The impact of him landing with the rest of her meals at the very least made her belly wobble, but she didn’t look nor feel remotely full just yet. Even after a proud belch - the first of many, no doubt - her gut looked the very same size. Which was to say, massive and padded with the trophy weight of all those many, many people she’d turned into meals already throughout her and her son’s reign.

A quick drum on her belly just to feel the squirms beneath her pudge, and she turned back to her guest.

“Mmm. All this snacking has a way of turning me on. Is it the same for you, dear Eve?”

That was an understatement given just how wet Shepsit really was. The feeling of bodies writhing inside of her, either fighting for a favourable position or simply unable to hold still while they were getting slowly digested by the croc queen, it always made her horny. No matter how many times she did it, how many people she ate, it was just as good. She was close to simply sticking a finger or two into her tuft-covered snatch on the spot, but she settled for rubbing her belly instead while she watched Eve.

The blue gator was as modest as she could be with such a thing. She slowly shifted just enough to reveal her stiff, thick purple cock at full mast. It pulsed with an apparent urgency not present in the rest of the gator’s body language. Swelling out to its full, knotted shape, it even dripped a steady stream of precum. All that, and the gator herself remained tranquil, unbothered by the noisy activity in her stomach. Shepsit took a little longer than she intended to just have a good look at the gator’s impressive spire of violet lust. She wanted it. But all in good time.

“That settles it, then! Out with these appetizers. Bring in the warriors, the servants, the workers - anyone robust enough to satisfy! Or perhaps to endure the desires of my guest here.”

“You are most kind,” Eve said as the slimmer, cuter snacks got ushered out. “I was starting to think how nice it would be to eat someone a little bigger. After making use of them, of course.”

There was the sound of slight scrambling behind the scenes, but in time there were plenty of impressive bodies marching into the room, fully on display. There was no need for chains this time. Perhaps some of them assumed the reptiles had already been fed. They greatly underestimated the appetites of such massive women, of course. Others were simply there out of devotion, ready to follow any command, to fulfill any possible need. Eve took her time looking at each of them in turn while her warmly-scented shaft steadily leaked onto the floor beneath her.

“May I?” She looked over to Shepsit once she was done her initial inspection.

“You certainly may. Anyone you desire is yours to keep.”

Eve tapped her cheek as she considered just a moment or two longer. It was clear enough with time. She smacked her lips a few times, wetly. Her eyes were fixated on the naked leopardess among the crowd. Perhaps not as solid and strong as the other offerings, but her busty form and broad curves had the gatoress modestly wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, just to keep from drooling on herself. She reached a hand, and the cat ever so tentatively took it, to be guided from the crowd and into Eve’s care.

“What can I say? I have a penchant for spotty things.” Eve patted her belly a few times to get the squirms and gurgles going again. “For one purpose or another.”

“Ahh, Mahiri. My son seemed fond of you. But a skulking cat like you is no match for him. I think you’ll look much better under my cherished guest.”

“He did?”

Mahiri barely had a chance to get that question out. She certainly wasn’t going to get an answer. Not when she was already getting dragged down to the floor and smothered in gator. She all but vanished beneath Eve’s enormous bulk. There was barely any of her visible, and her [i]mrah[/i] of overwhelmed surprise was mostly muffled by the huge gut smothered against her back. She found herself on her belly, sprawled out, flattened to the floor, squished by the squirming weight of Eve’s digesting prey. It was getting a little more active in there. Maybe those meals were starting to recognize the reality of getting digested alive. The extra pressure only brought more of those frightful crunches and crackles from their bodies, the more Eve laid herself down all over her new plaything, squeezing some of the air out of Mahiri’s lungs in the process.

That didn’t stop the leopard from moaning when she got mounted by that hefty goddess of a gator. Eve found her spot without much delay. She grabbed Mahiri by the hips, pulled her back against that stiff purple cock, and started spreading a pair of soft, warm pussy lips. Her cock came nicely lubed already after slipping out of its slit, pushing inside the spotty cat nice and smoothly. Mahiri yowled anyway. Her noises were faint beneath all the scales and bulk, but she couldn’t help the caterwauling when she was getting spread and stretched so much. Eve just kept pushing and penetrating until she had her juicy knot snug against the lips of her new toy.

There was the semblance of a gentle lover in the way Eve treated Mahiri. That didn’t last long. The great gator reared back and pounded forth to pound that leopard hard. Another thrust, and another brought forth the expected shrieks and [i]mrawls[/i] from the soft feline. She was completely overpowered, pinned, and helpless to be anything but a breeding mount for the guest of the croc queen. Eve hummed and moaned a little song to the cat even as she got rougher. Long, lunging, rutting strokes plapped that kitty hard, sending a wobble that passed through the entirety of Mahiri’s curves.

Eve was jiggling plenty too once she really got going, but she wasn’t about to let her weight slow her down. If anything that just helped her build up more momentum to really hammer that cat dumb. It didn’t take long until Mahiri was barely moaning anymore. She was mostly groaning to herself, drooling, eyes all watery and out of focus thanks to the knotty gator cock driving into her pussy again and again. Eve worked until she felt the leopard twitching beneath her, losing herself to the pleasure. Her pace steadily rose with every thrust, until she was fucking so hard the [i]PLAP[/i] of hefty white gator nuts rang out through the entire chamber like the crack of a wet whip.

“Ahh, Mahiri. That’s the name, wasn’t it?” Eve’s voice was calm, if breathy while she fucked. “You fit so perfectly around me. Or close enough, with a little work. It would be such an honour to breed someone like you. Do you feel ready? Will you accept my seed?”

Simply hearing that was enough to send Mahiri into a clenching spiral of pleasure. The more she thought about it, the more receptive she was, until she was pumping hard on Eve’s cock as if to milk it dry. The rumbles constantly passing through her was as good of an invitation as any. She was wet, dripping juices every time the gator pulled back. Such a slick, warm cunt was perfect for pumping full of spunk. Eve gave one more lunge, complete with a heavy gator bellow, and buried herself knot-deep in the wiggling kitty, stretching her out all the more, really bringing forth those wails of feline pleasure. They came at precisely the same moment, all thanks to Eve’s expertise.

Sharing in that rocking, grinding orgasm left them huffing together, breathing as one. The [i]splurt[/i] of Eve cumming hard inside the leopardess was matched only by the gushing force of Mahiri’s orgasm. She squirted for that gator, cumming with all her might, all her remaining stamina. It wore her out until she slumped, balancing on an expanding belly that just kept getting bigger. Eve had so much cum to give her. That knot sealed most of it in, though the imperfect tie meant squirming around left some of it splashing down her thighs and onto the floor. She sloshed and expanded until she already looked pregnant. With that much gator seed swimming around inside of her, it wasn’t a question of if she was knocked up, it was how many times she was.

Only after slowly, firmly withdrawing her knotted cock from that drenched pussy, leaving Mahiri to spray a high-pressure stream of pure cream, did Eve relax once more. She snorted once, then more elegantly sighed, sitting over the ruined feline beneath her. Mahiri was left twitching and faintly whimpering atop an expanding pool of cum. It puddled out around her while she sprawled there, hugging her swollen belly, unable to stand or even crawl. That was precisely how she would have stayed if her hosts were ready to move on. Yet, looking over that demolished cat with the dumb look on her face, Shepsit felt her belly rumble.

“Ohh, my. Such a demonstration of your skills,” she told Eve, though her eyes were fixed on the cat. “I’m sure you made her [i]taste[/i] ever so good too.”

Eve offered a smile. “She’s in no position to argue otherwise, I’d say.”

“Come here, kitty.”

That wasn’t a command Mahiri could follow. Shepsit didn’t mean it that way anyway. She was already up from her cushions, crawling across the floor towards the cream-filled cat. There wasn’t a single thing Mahiri could do about her looming fate, except to hope she might have been too fattened up with cum to fit in Shepsit’s jaws. That didn’t seem likely. There had yet to be anyone the crocodile queen wasn’t capable of devouring whole. And even if there was someone like that out there - who was to say they had to be whole?

Such a brutal reality came to life in one sudden, decisive [i]SNAP[/i]. Shepsit wasn’t holding back this time. She crunched down on the cat with one big bite, wrenching her up in the air with crocodile teeth sinking between her ribs from behind, or digging into her breast flesh. Blood ran from Shepsit’s jaws. It streamed down her throat and over her bust to paint her scales and make them glisten in the flickering light. She flailed her prey around and left Mahiri kicking and struggling madly, weakly screaming out while she got chewed on by the brutal ruler, gnawed and softened until her bones loudly crunched like snapping twigs for all to hear.

In truth, Shepsit was still holding back. She could have bitten Mahiri in half with ease. Instead, she took to chewing on her, jabbing that squishy, sloshing belly until it was full of reddened holes. Mahiri didn’t quite leak cum like a punctured barrel, but the pressure squeezed plenty of it out of her pussy with every squeeze and chomp. The sounds of her agony were muffled by the fat gullet of the croc gulping her down. Shepsit grasped at her prey’s ankles to hold that cat in place for further biting. She mangled Mahiri, compressing her, gnashing her, piercing her, breaking her bones in a dozen places before finally sending her down in one long swallow. Feline blood gleamed upon her teeth as the swell beneath her scales descended and vanished behind the fat on her belly. Only the thud of a well-chewed cat hitting the bottom of her gut sent a visible wobble through her pudgy form. After that, the leopard was gone.

A bloody belch erupted from the croc in the aftermath of her meal. Eve watched her with a smile that Shepsit soon returned, all stained in blood. Then the fat croc clapped her hands and gestured to the new lineup.

“Are you to stand and gape, or is someone going to satisfy my treasured guest? I can make it so much worse for anyone too cowardly to volunteer.”

“I ... I can do it,” came a nervously squeaked voice from an impressive specimen of a lady bat.

Eve perked up the sound of that, offering her hand to her next treat. The bat tentatively took it as the gator scanned her up and down. An attractively fit, yet ample fruit bat like her smelled as sweet as she looked. With a pair of thick, toned thighs and a truly juicy bust, she was the perfect choice to endure Eve’s whims, and her sizable cock was already starting to firm up just to earn that much attention. Of course, she wasn’t going to get to use it. Eve was already tugging her closer, the gator’s own purple shaft still dripping after her last indulgence.

“My. And what’s your name, beautiful bat?”

“... Lilith,” she said, with some hesitance, as if giving that up was binding her to a fate of some sort. Or maybe it was just the excitement twitching through her that made her breath catch short in her throat.

“A lovely name for a lovely creature. Let’s get you all nice and bent over, hmm?”

That athletic body of hers was still soft where it mattered. Those strong thighs gave way to a round, taut butt topped off by her short, cute tail. Eve got a double handful of that ass and tugged Lilith closer. A little firmly, a little insistently, but mostly she was tender, in her way. The bat’s eyes drifted briefly to that loudly working belly as she climbed into the gator’s lap, but she didn’t pay it much more mind. Instead, she sat her rump down on that purple cock so that Shepsit could get a good view of it slipping deeply between two tight cheeks, pressing deep, penetrating wetly, bringing the squeaks out of the pretty bat.

Lilith slumped against the gut digesting so many people right in front of it. Whether she was going to end up a part of it remained in question. That didn’t make her cock any softer, pressing right up against the gator’s swollen middle like that. She flicked her ears and looked up into the violet eyes of the horny predator. All that really mattered was how good it felt to have Eve fuck her, to get bounced in her scaly lap, to get pumped by that knot until her pierced tits were bouncing generously. Spreading her wings around the gator didn’t fully encompass her bulk, but it was the best she could do.

Eve held her close, fucking, grinding, thumping that butt from below just as hard as she’d given it to Mahiri. Her textured girth stroked and stimulated Lilith right on the pleasure button until there was no helping all the moaning she was making. It wasn’t squeaking anymore, it was just pure, pleasured delight echoing from her mouth while the gator went faster and faster. That knot kissed against her rim, grinding on her taint, making her tense up and drip. Eve too was getting hotter, her cock was bulging, throbbing harder, leaking steadily inside the warm bat. Yet she simply couldn’t wait for climax to enjoy her meal.

Diving in to overtake the prey sitting right on her cock, she muffled Lilith’s further cries of pleasure or whatever else with her jaws. Her teeth pressed into the muscled body of the bat, crunching her, crushing her, digging into the base of her wings as if to snap them right off. Lilith’s response was to cum. The shock, the pain, the blood, either it didn’t distract her from the pleasure of getting fucked, or it made it even better. She hosed down that fat gator gut, painting the place she was going to end up if Eve’s messy gulping and chewing was anything to go by. Such a gorgeous body deserved some [i]teeth[/i] on it before swallowing it down to keep.

Eve pumped a load inside the bat’s tight butt, clutching her by the hips, only to yank her off her cock for the last few spurts to land all over that nicely muscled back. Lilith got basted in spunk and drool alike, rivers of red running down her spine and over her leathery wings. Those got bent and stuffed into the gator’s maw on the way in, given a nice lengthy chew along with her extra cushy tits. There was plenty of bat meat to gnaw on, to chomp and lightly crush between her teeth, applying more and more force until something more vital gave out under the force.

That wet [i]SCRUNCH[/i] left Lilith twitching more than squirming. Something wasn’t working right anymore. Eve pressed her jaws down around the bat’s lower spine until those long, strong legs were dangling from her mouth. Lilith stretched and splayed her toes, then slumped a little more, helpless. That didn’t mean Eve was done chewing on her. She’d rendered her meal’s legs mostly useless, but they were still good for gnawing deeply, for cracking and snapping with rising brutality in the process of turning one lovely fruit-flavoured bat into a throat bulge, and then an addition to the swell of weight in her middle. One more shake of her head sent those feet whipping back as Eve looked skyward once more, and let the rest of her bloodied meal fall into her belly.

Shepsit softly clapped her approval once she was sure the bat was fully gone. Yet it didn’t take her long to give a sharp gesture to those who remained behind, watching the elegant show of a prey-girl getting what she didn’t know she wanted.

“Stand there gawping any longer and you’re next. You, you, and you! Satisfy me, and hold nothing back if you want to keep me happy.”

It was a quick gesture, but it was clear enough who she was pointing to. A handsome zebra, a well-muscled white horse, and a shorter but sturdy stallion were all well-equipped to please her. Eating someone so violently had Shepsit especially wet. She reclined with her hands stroking over her belly, though that touch was barely enough to get past the pudge and feel the prey inside. She was going to need more if she was truly going to feel them. In the meantime, she made a proud display of the drenched tuft over her soaking pussy, putting out the kind of musk and pheromones that would have driven a bull croc crazy. For other species, it was perhaps a little overwhelming, but it enraptured them just fine.

They looked at each other with some hesitation at first, but eventually they moved as one. All it took was one of them disappointing her and they were all fucked. Figuring out how to climb the mountain of crocodile before them was no easy feat, but swimming in her scent for long enough got them going. They could let their instincts guide them. Each of them of course was sporting a solid, hefty horse cock, but even that wasn’t going to be enough to truly get Shepsit off. They were just going to have to double up, while the third took to humping and grinding on her scales in the meantime. A long, rumbling grunt of pleasure from the croc encouraged them once they snuggled up between her thighs.

The two horses got started with her pussy, pushing and prodding their blunt flares against her lips before spreading her out with relative ease. Despite her size, she could still clench up ever so tight around them. They pushed in together, penetrating her, drenching their dicks in her juices from the very first thrust. The zebra got himself stiff just rubbing against Shepsit’s thigh in the meantime, ready to tag in whenever one of them got tired or overstimulated. That wasn’t going to take long with how hard she was squeezing on them, huffing and hissing her pleasure into the air.

“Yessss, keep it up. Right like that. Harder. Harder!”

They were soon puffing just to keep pace with her demands. The pair was sweating between her thighs, fucking her as hard as they could, pumping their cocks in alternation so she never went a moment without someone thrusting into her. They had her moaning, drooling, even shivering with pleasure thanks to their combined efforts, but they couldn’t keep going like that forever. The white horse glanced at the zebra, and that was all he needed to do to convey his need. A quick tag out left Shepsit only momentarily deprived of the dick she craved. The zebra took his place and jammed in deep and hard, braying slightly with the effort. He was just going to have to cast aside all semblance of momentum and work his way to full speed in an instant.

The smaller horse among them proved the most resilient, pushing past the strain to keep pumping her long after others would have collapsed. They were slopping up her cunt with her own juices and their precum shooting straight inside of her. Even with the fear of punishment if they faltered, they couldn’t deny how good it felt getting squeezed and massaged by that tight pussy all snug around their shafts. Fucking her until she was bellowing for them left them sweating and huffing, but at least she was shouting her approval and quivering around their dicks at the same time.

“More. [i]More![/i] I want all three of you inside of me. [i]Now![/i]”

That stallion was just going to have to catch his breath and find an angle. It involved climbing right up atop her belly while the other guys pressed hip to hip. He was still panting some, but he penetrated her as best he could, lowering into a crouch atop her to fuck the upper half of her pussy. The three of them ended up grinding on each other just as much as her, bringing themselves to a huffing, snorting, neighing climax that passed from one flaring, bulging cock to the other. That short horse had all his hard work rewarded with a huge, satisfying cumshot straight inside the croc queen, stuffing her hairy cunt with a torrent of fresh horse cum. The white stallion was shortly behind him, leaving just the zebra to build and build, cock swelling, lips parting, another bray escaping his mouth - only to end up suddenly, shockingly muffled along with his cry of surprise and then pain when Eve overtook him from behind.

The horny gator simply couldn’t help herself. She snatched that hot stud up in the middle of his rising orgasm, yanking him back until his cock was spraying all over everyone in the vicinity, wildly spurting as Eve chewed on him. She was every bit as brutal with his taut, muscular body as Shepsit had been with the leopardess. Gnawing him hard, she cracked his back and twisted him at a violent angle. With streaks of red running down his stripes, he still kept on cumming, emptying his flexing balls into the air until Eve worked down his middle and engulfed his shaft in her jaws along with the rest of him.

At least she was kind enough not to chomp that. Instead, she dug her teeth into his ass and thighs on the way down his body. He managed a few good kicks of his hooves before she gave a harsh [i]SNAP[/i] of her jaws and damaged his legs enough to leave them limply dangling from her mouth. From there, it was the matter of a long, wet slurp to tuck him away. He at least made for a more significant bulge on his way down her throat, dwelling in the post-orgasmic haze that drowned out some of the pain he was in. Yet dunking down into a hot, sizzling stomach to join the others Eve was already digesting got him shouting instead of moaning, muffled by the gurgles and the fat between him and the outside world.

“Ahh. A few tasty stripes to go with the spots,” Eve said with a smile and a lick of her lips to get the blood off her scales.

Shepsit was busy cumming for those boys, still caught up in the shuddering, even convulsing orgasm she got from the remaining pair of handsome horseboys. The one on her belly was working himself to exhaustion, nearly collapsing atop her, but he still filled her up nicely along with the other. When he closed his eyes for just a moment, cock softening, slowly slipping out of the croc, she took her opportunity. Rather than lunge forth, she left her head where it was and thrust her belly under him, bouncing him into the air to flail and plummet into her jaws. This time, she bit even harder.

[i]Crrrrrrrrnnnch.[/i]

That terrible noise rang out through the whole chamber, bringing with it the wet squelch of blood shooting from his body. Shepsit bit down so hard he couldn’t even struggle. She’d already crushed most of his ribs in a single chomp, and she wasn’t done. His legs kicked and then just twitched when she took another blood bite. Mashing his vitals into paste with the sheer force meant he wasn’t going to live much longer. Bleeding out and suffocating with his lungs crushed by her teeth left him slumping and giving into her before she even got him all the way down her throat. With a hand raised to lazily scoop under his rump, she pushed him down into her gullet and gulped him away to land atop the other still-living prey inside of her, pouring his blood over their sizzling, digesting, collapsing forms.

That of course left the lone remaining horse in a bit of a precarious position. He remained balls deep in a very thoroughly splattered croc cunt, with Shepsit’s bloodied visage glaring at him, and Eve smacking her lips just behind him. His eyes shifted to the side. There was nowhere to go. Even if he wanted to run, he was going to have to pull out of Shepsit first, and that was going to take far too long even if he yanked back. Instead, he took his time, remaining relatively calm, slowly easing back until his half-softened shaft popped free of Shepsit’s stuffed, dripping pussy. The croc leaked a whole mess of horse spunk in the aftermath of her triple-fuck, sitting up slowly, grinning at him, and at Eve in turn.

There was no need to argue about who got to enjoy such a handsome meal. They could share. Shepsit struck first, diving almost halfway down his body in a single bite. Eve followed suit, grabbing him by the hips, hefting him up, and chomping down on his outstretched legs. That poor horse didn’t even struggle much. He knew his fate was sealed, and shredding himself between their teeth just felt like it was going to make things worse. They bit their way along his body until they met in the middle, pressing their mouths together in something like a kiss. Every toothy chomp stained his white hide a little more, but that was all just a prelude to just how badly it was going to go for him.

Digging their teeth in deeper and starting to tug was what made him start to writhe for them. There wasn’t much he could do to actually fight what was coming. He felt his body straining, felt his post-orgasmic glow fading in favour of sheer panic and agony. They were biting right through him, easily shredding flesh, breaking bone, paralyzing him once Shepsit got through his spine. That was a relief. He was numb by the time they snipped him in two relatively neat halves, pulling back to claim their chosen piece. His bottom half, with his tasty softened cock and balls went gliding down Eve’s throat, and what remained of his conscious self descended into Shepsit to bleed out and die in the dark of her brutal cauldron of a gut.

“Ohhh, Eve. Look at you. Truly a woman after my own heart.” Shepsit gave a great, heaving sigh as she settled in with his meals loudly digesting within her. Every moment that passed was another scream, another crackle of shattered bone from those who’d managed to live that long. “Even after all that, I’m wetter than ever. I have no need for these unworthy servants. Would you do me the honour of breeding me tonight?”

“I say, the honour’s all mine. Got myself all kinds of worked up churning all these cuties. Let’s get you all good and knocked up while we get nice and fat.”

Perhaps smaller, less ravenous women would have been far too weighed down by digesting multiple people at once to even think about sex. They were hardly any slower. Even hauling all that weight around, sloshing and gurgling like mad with every little movement, they remained just as nimble as ever. Especially Eve. She picked up where those three stallions left off. Rolling Shepsit over and taking her from behind probably would have been easier, if it meant less squishing their bellies together. Ah, but that would miss the greatest pleasure of all, pressing their well-fed middles close and rubbing on one another all throughout their mating. Eve was just going to have to make it work.

All that pressure on their middles helped speed up the crushing process. Their prey wasn’t nearly digested yet, but they were softened enough to collapse and loudly [i]CRUNCH[/i] under all that fat. Their screams were plenty audible to the two reptilian women. They used those to fuel their desires. Shepsit had been well-primed by those three fine men fucking her, but only whens he felt the slick touch of Eve’s knotted shaft glossing along her tufted, musky sex did she start to feel like she was really going to get what she needed. Eve knelt between the crocodile’s massive thighs, looking ever so slightly modest in size and heft compared to her host. That wasn’t going to stop her from pleasing the royal croc as deeply and firmly as possible.

“Ohhh, my. Ever so worked up, aren’t we?” The gatoress sang a musical note of admiration as she penetrated Shepsit.

Meanwhile, the croc’s first reply was nothing more than a deep, approving grunt to shake the room. Only once she had that gator cock sliding into her did she manage to speak

“More than anything. I need all you have, Eve. Let’s fuck and turn all our devotees to fat. They should be honoured to be dying inside of us, not wailing so pathetically.”

“That will cease in time. All we need to do is - ah! - enjoy ourselves.”

Eve allowed the pleasure to overtake her only briefly. After that, it was all focus, all business. She had a crocodile to breed, and she was going to do her utmost to please her host even with those bellies keeping the two of them from getting too close. Every thrust crushed a little more life out of her present occupants. Shepsit too was harshly smashing her prey down, all but chewing on them for a first or second time with the compressions of her rapidly churning middle. It was getting hard to feel any distinct shapes left inside of her. Everyone was getting mashed together in one tight mass of meat, all twitching, mangled bones and digesting flesh. At least they weren’t going to feel the pain for much longer.

Eve worked a little faster as her prey faded. She had them hugged tight between her belly walls, squeezing the life out of them, smothering them and drowning them, suffocating them as much as she crushed and dissolved them. It was getting hard to say for certain just who was still alive. The hyenas were hardy enough to endure with those who came after them, but even they had their limits. The dragon was definitely dead. She just knew that much somehow. As for the zebra and the bat, their strong bodies had all but melted into one by then, but she was fairly certain she still felt some living twitches that weren’t just muscle spasms. Those would stop soon enough.

Shepsit’s prey was faring just as badly. There was a puddle at the bottom of her gut, strewn with discarded bits of hair and fur, piling up with bones that used to belong to Yeta, to Mahiri, and to all the handsome boys she’d piled on top of those pretty ladies. They were splintering as much as they were simply dissolving along with their mostly-digested owners slushing in the dark while the two big predators fucked. Sweat and juices soaked their scales, ran down their thighs, painted their bellies. Eve and Shepsit were locked in a grinding, somewhat inelegant rut that saw Eve’s knot thumping the croc’s soaked lips until it slipped past and locked [i]tight[/i] in Shepsit’s clenching, gushing cunt.

That confirmed it. They were going to [i]breed[/i], to mate until the croc was knocked up with a lovely scaly hybrid. Shepsit arched her back and took Eve balls deep to make absolutely certain she got every single drop of seed she could get. The two of them bucked, rubbed, groped, huffed, and hissed their way through climax until Shepsit’s womb was utterly stuffed and the prey inside the both had been completely snuffed out. All those lives ended abruptly or gradually within them, digested painfully, brutally, messily, and yet there was still more for them to endure. As the reptilian women sighed their way into a shared, knotted afterglow, the flicker of life inside them alerted them to the spiritual presence of their prey. They weren’t about to let that get away.

Perhaps kinder predators would have let death be the end for their meals. The last of the spiritual energy could float away, either to another life, or perhaps to be revived. Yet there was something truly irresistible about those luscious, precious souls. The most vital part of their digested meals was stuck inside them, wailing as one. All those lives, those ghostly remnants of their existence made for the perfect desert. Eve remained where she was, with her belly pressed against Shepsit’s own, her cock still wedged deeply inside the crocodile so she could share in the thrilling experience of digesting the very souls of her prey into more gator fat.

Those two fat guts were glowing brightly while they worked. There were no words for such a feeling. Instead, they moaned to each other, grinding back and forth, letting the pleasure course through them until they were sharing in another orgasm. All that energy, all that power, the combined memories and identity of all their prey melting into one, of course it made them cum. Eve churned the souls of the twins, the bat, and all the others down into one more fat cumshot to breed Shepsit even more, and the crocodile absorbed the human girl, the leopardess, and all the rest until their souls, their eternal selves were nothing more but part of all the sludge in her massive gut. Melted, claimed, and added to her power and pudge alike was their entire legacy, and she gushed hard in a roaring orgasm because of it.

Only when the light had fully flickered out inside of them and their prey was permanently theirs did they stop humping and grinding on each other. Eve laid atop Shepsit a little longer, finally withdrawing with an ample [i]schlorp[/i] of wet cock slipping from thoroughly filled up pussy. Shepsit wiggled where she was, dripping gator cum, feeling that seed taking within her. They listened to the sounds of the bellies mixing with their natural satisfied rumbles. The process kept on going, fattening them both up all the more, adding visible trophy weight to every single place they were already ever so soft. It was almost time for the end of their prey’s journeys.

“And where shall we take ourselves now?” Eve asked, ever so politely implying what it was time for.

Shepsit smiled. “Only the finest place to park our asses, of course. With me, if you please.”

Despite how much meat they’d just processed, and how much fatter they both were, they moved just fine. They were made for that kind of thing. Shepsit had a kindred spirit in indulgence walking beside her, hauling their fat asses off to take care of the aftermath. All the attendants stepped well aside as Shepsit led Eve to an area near the royal baths, but not quite part of it. Great golden thrones awaited them both there - not a place of rule, but a place to relax and relieve themselves of everything they didn’t need from their long gone prey.

Shepsit settled first, and Eve found her spot as well. Together the two of them hummed, huffed, and occasionally moaned through the process of dumping the remains of all their digested meals. From hyena to feline to human to dragon, everything had been thoroughly mulched on the way through their bodies, turned into nothing more than a great mass of crocodile and alligator shit to plunge to the pit below. Tiny bits of clumped up fur, of ruined hairs, of scales, of crumbled and powdered bone made for subtle hints of who all that mess used to be, but it was irrelevant. Their souls were gone. They were nothing more than a pile of waste piling up somewhere far below, bringing that brief, faint pleasure and relief to their respective predators.

It was several minutes of squeezing and sighing for the both of them. They remained comfortably nestled in place, pushing out pounds of former prey. Of course it was satisfying. Their bodies slumped into total relaxation once the pressure was gone and they were finally done. All that was left was to appreciate the extra weight. Up they got once they were done, their hands upon each other’s curves in moments, by mutual agreement. They were groping and squeezing each other’s added heft when Eve spoke.

“After that, what could possibly be next?”

“Now?” Shepsit smiled. “Now there is nothing to be done but to be pampered and bathed by all the loyal servants who remain. I’m sure our little show did a fine job convincing them to do their very best.”

“I should hope so. There is [i]always[/i] more room.”

The reptiles walked together to return to the baths, where they could be scrubbed and admired, treated with the finest of fragrant oils, worshipped as a pair of goddesses. A dozen pairs of hands were due to work over the added fat that used to be living people. Even those souls meant for some extra pounds. Near a dozen lives ended for eternity, all for the sake of making a croc and gator softer and squishier - that was just how it went when Shepsit got hungry. So many more souls dwelt on her curves, and she had no doubt that Eve’s body was built on such permanent indulgences as well.

Her guest was every bit the royalty she was for as long as she stayed, but eventually she needed to depart. That left Shepsit with her belly still growing, still swelling with the result of all their breeding. She was pregnant with far more than a single hybrid. All that seed meant she was reading an entire clutch of gator-crocs - sure to carry some of their father’s blue scales to mark their heritage. Perhaps all those souls they’d digested while they were mating meant some trace of their meals might find their way into the offspring. Perhaps a few spots, stripes, a pair of wings to compliment their offspring? It remained to be seen, and Shepsit couldn’t wait to welcome even more gifts to her expansive family. Running her hands over her middle, she knew one thing for certain. Eve was forever to be an honoured guest in her realm - and no one was safe from getting digested for good when those two got together.