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Lipstuck
🕑 Added 2023-06-15 12:51:04 +0000 UTCCW: Vore, Implied Death
You hadn't truly processed what had come over you...
Being as small as you are, the world at large is a death sentence to a tiny like you, should you stray too far from your little hovel carved into the upper support beams of the local tavern. You were safe in this little home you'd made for yourself, capable of gathering whatever leftover food was not consumed by patrons, as well as sneaking into the back to drink from the ale reserves if you wanted to enjoy yourself.
And then he walked in.
You were merely watching the local rabblerousing when the tavern quieted slightly as a stranger wandered in, one whom caused everyone around him to swoon in an instant. Long, curly pink locks bounced behind his shapely form, his hips swaying side to side as the light of the tavern danced across his flawless skin. He was a sight to behold, and behold you did.
As this man wandered into the tavern, people were quick to make small talk with him, his confused mannerisms as he was approached followed by his breathy laughter was enough to make the heart leap higher. It was as if he, himself, was love incarnate, and all you knew was you had to get closer.
He sauntered over to a table just below your hovel, sitting himself down as a barkeep quickly made their way to his table to take his order and chat him up, something you found yourself taking umbrage with. Yet, as quick as that jealousy passed, so too did your own confusion. Why had you suddenly grown so spiteful at the people below interacting with him. As far as you were concerned, he was a complete stranger to you, and, far worse, a potential threat as well.
And yet as your eyes laid upon him once more, you could feel your heart thumping in your chest. As a cocktail was placed upon Venus' table, far faster than you'd ever seen the wait staff move before, you suddenly found yourself falling. Unconsciously, you'd been walking closer and closer to this beautiful man's position from up above to get a closer look, only to find yourself walking entirely off the support beams above and plummeting to the busy tavern below.
Your admiration quickly turned to fear as you tried reconciling with what had just occurred, whilst also praying that you survive the fall if that were even possible from such a massive height, before you found yourself plunged into a sea of fruity alcohol. As you surfaced to the top, you gulped down air as you tried to assess your surroundings, only to look upwards at the looming face glancing back at you.
It was as if you were face to face with the goddess Aphrodite herself; this wave of lust completely consumed you, freezing you in place as you could do nothing but stare at the heart-shaped pupils that were quickly moving towards you. It was only at the last second you'd come to realize this man had raised his glass and was bringing it up to his plump lips.
And thus, we come to how you became trapped here. You'd managed to avoid being swallowed whole by this gorgeous individual, but their lipstick had you glued to those lips that had distracted you so thoroughly. As you laid glued to the object of your affection, many a wannabe suitor stopped for a chat with this individual—during which you would come to learn his name: Venus.
Each breath was a wave of heat that enveloped you, while his voice boomed around you, and yet still sang as sweet as a siren's song. Where you would normally panic being so horrifically close to certain doom, Venus' soft demeanor and mannerisms left you completely at ease, so much so that you failed to pay attention to the current suitor's words and gestures until your Love repeated them.
"Something.... on my face...?" He questioned.
It was in an instant you felt his mouth open, a heavy breath exhaling as you could feel something exit the wet cavern beside you. Venus' tongue emerged from his mouth, dragging itself across his upper lip and giving you full view of its sheer size. It would completely consume you if you didn't move. You had to move. It was coming closer, sliding down the side of his mouth before inching its way towards your position.
And yet, still you remained. As his tongue completely washed over you in what you had to imagine was quite the sensual display for the man that sat across from Venus, it dragged you into the damp abyss of his mouth, rolling over you as all light was snuffed out and you were left blind in this sweltering, murky cave of shifting flesh.
And without ever noticing your existence, he sealed your fate with but a simple swallow, his throat pulling you backwards and falling once again, only into a far more malicious pool that the sweet drink you'd lost yourself in before.
And yet, you couldn't help but feel honored you were to be consumed and become a permanent part of the lovely Venus...
