Artwork and visual design elements by Alucard’s Spirit
A video was playing on my phone when he handed it back to me. It appeared to be surveillance footage of sorts, focused on a pretty blonde in a light blue harem outfit. She was posed on hands and knees on a large platter, wrists and ankles tied in ropes, holding herself up with her bound hands and poised on her toes. Her back arched as she looked up at the camera.
I recognized her from my files. She had been a model, from the UK, and disappeared a few years ago–she simply stopped performing or posting on the internet, and no one was sure why.
She kept looking in the general direction of the camera and her eyes followed the movement of someone else in the room. A familiar voice asked, “are you ready, my dear?”
“Yes, Sir Glob, I’m ready,” she replied. “I’ve been looking forward to this for the longest time.”
“And just for the record, you want this, right?” It seemed odd to me to hear Glob’s voice on the video when he was sitting right next to me.
“Oh, yes! I must know what it’s like. I can’t wait any longer.”
“I’m so pleased to hear you say that,” Glob responded as he stepped into view. The girl’s eyes followed him, looking up and growing wider as he came closer. I could see the excitement and anticipation and…admiration…in her gaze.
The platter she was upon was high up on a pedestal of sorts, at about the level of Glob’s chest. Glob moved around behind her so that he was facing the camera–removing any last doubt I had that it was really him. She glanced over her shoulder at him, smiling…and edged closer.
“Be still,” he commanded, and extended his impressive tongue out to lap at the soles of her feet. I watched as he gave her toes and feet some teasing attention while she giggled. Then his tongue worked his way up the back of her legs, nudging in between them the whole way.
Because of the camera angle I couldn’t see explicitly where his tongue was going, but the girl stiffened and gave a sharp gasp, so I was pretty sure I knew. He spent quite a while lapping and probing about there while the girl moaned and clenched her fingers and toes.
After some time, the girl shuddered and groaned, and her eyelids fluttered in the throes of a strong orgasm. Glob kept caressing her with his tongue, up her abdomen and around her breasts, up her neck and across her jawline. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back.
And then–I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Glob opened his mouth wide while he reached out and grasped the girl around her shoulders–and began pushing her into his mouth! She didn’t scream or struggle…in fact she seemed quite relaxed and I thought I saw a smile on her face as it disappeared into his maw.
I looked over at Glob incredulously. “You…you ate her?”
He shrugged. “Well, yes…but to be fair, she asked me to.”
I stared back at the screen. In the video, Glob was pushing the girl’s rounded bottom and shapely thighs into his mouth. I would see her writhing a little in his grip, but not from a panicked resistance–she was moving slowly, sinuously, as if she were enjoying it.
“It…it looks like she is enjoying it,” I mumbled to Glob while unable to look away from the screen.
“Oh yes, she enjoyed it very much. I daresay she had another orgasm on the way down…and probably a couple more afterward.” Now only her lower calves and feet were still showing, and she was fluttering her toes and flexing her bound ankles while his tongue caressed them again.
“And you…you ate her,” I repeated, still not quite comprehending. “She’s gone.”
“Wellllll…she’s not really gone,” he said with a curious look on his face. “She’ll always be a special part of me.” He paused and looked down at me. “And you could be, too.”
“Me? Oh no no no no…” I said, recoiling slightly from him. “I’m not letting you eat me…I mean…not like…NO! You’re NOT eating me!” I glared at him like he was insane.
Glob shrugged again, as if nonplussed by my rejection. “Your loss, as far as I’m concerned.”
He was awfully calm for someone who had essentially just confessed to murder. Or cannibalism. Or whatever you called interspecies consumption.
“I’m not a murderer, and it’s not cannibalism,” he replied, as if reading my thoughts. “It’s me enjoying my favorite meal. Human females are considered a delicacy on my planet. And as I said, she did volunteer.”
“Why in the world would she do that?”
“It actually wasn’t in your world, but that’s beside the point. As you could see from the video, she had a very pleasurable experience, had many orgasms, and felt it a great honor to give herself to me. I also had a pleasurable experience, in addition to my favorite meal–blonde.”
I sat there, stunned. The girl did indeed seem to be enjoying herself, smiling and writhing sensually even as she went down his throat. She had obviously gone willingly…happily, even.
As I stared at my phone screen, the video started over…except this time it was me I envisioned bound and perched upon that platter. It was me I imagined Glob admiring hungrily. When Glob began working her over with his tongue, I was imagining him doing that to me!
Close Encounters of the Amphibian Kind, pt. 5 coming soon!