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The answer, it turns out, is many.

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Yeah she's gonna need another nap now.

Though technically nothing's stopping Sable from continuing to drink and fuck her while she sleeps.

The avalanche of orgasms might need to be put on pause, though.

No, honestly now is a really great time for another nap. It wraps cozily around her and drifts off as well.

After a cozy nap, she yawns, stretches, snuggles up, and asks, "So, that's a yes on magical blood?"

"That's a very yes. Your blood is now the matching fine wine to pair with your body's gourmet meal."

She ponders this analogy for a moment and then concludes, "Hot."

It nods and grins. "Very." How about it kisses her again?

How about that indeed!

"So, did you have anything else you wanted to do today, or can we reserve the rest of the day for carnivorous science?"

"I should probably check to make sure humanity isn't actively trying to set itself on fire, just to be safe."

It makes a portal and pushes an eye-covered tentacle through, then pulls it back out after a long moment.

"Nothing's on fire! We're good."

"In that case," she snuggles up and kisses Sable's cheek, "how would you like to have me next?"

She grins wide and squeezes Esme close. "I think I want to dissolve you, this time."

"Mmmmm. Fun." Well, moderately terrifying, but in a fun way.

"Let's start this off cozy," it coos playfully, grinning lasciviously. Its tentacles wrap around her body, encircling her limbs and waist and breasts, then three plunge deep inside her.

It caresses its hands teasingly along her naked body.

It's so good how Sable can just do that. Best tentacle demon.

It's delighted to thrill her so. A few minutes of enjoying her, and it shudders into the first orgasm of the meal, tentacles spurting aphrodisiac fluids deeply into her.

Although... something may be different about the fluids this time. Something about them tingles a bit, maybe even stings a little.

What's that, Sable's narration? Esme can't hear you over all this tentacle-induced bliss 💖💖💖

That's okay. The next orgasm turns out to be a bit more noticeable. Something seems to burn inside her, something painfully caustic.

Oh, so that's how it is, huh?

Well, good news: she's into it. Being inescapably held and kept and fucked and dissolved from the inside out? Yes please. She loves the way it makes her feel so intensely deeply vulnerable, so thoroughly and happily doomed. She squirms in Sable's grip, enjoying the way its tentacles hold and surround and fill her, thinking dreamily of how very deep inside her they are and how utterly helpless she is to stop them from doing that again. There's no hiding from death when you're being fucked full of it from every direction.

The moment when Esme realizes what's happening to her is gorgeous. Sable presses herself against Esme's body, caressing her tenderly as her tentacles fuck her deeply. Every thrust washes the caustic ink around within her, washing it across more of her insides. Slowly, steadily, the ink dissolves more and more of her insides, absorbing every liquefied drop of Esme directly into Sable's being through her ink. Sable's healing keeps pace with it for now, though, rebuilding Esme as quickly as she's eaten away.

She doesn't know how long it takes to dissolve a person. It could be over in a few minutes. It could take all day.

...she's kind of hoping it will take all day, honestly.

The fact that she tastes delicious this way should come as no surprise. It's sort of in between the steady dependable flavour of her blood and the craveable intensity of her cooked flesh; an Esme dissolved in ink tastes like loveliness building on loveliness, every drop in subtle conversation with the last, slow satisfaction spreading through her demonic devourer as her dissolved essence does, and like her blood this flavour is in no hurry to finish being experienced—but like her flesh, it gets more intense as it goes on. If Sable does decide to drag this out all day, who knows what heights it could build to, or what results that might have?

For now, though, the results are a happy squirmy Esme enjoying the helpless agony of being eaten from the inside out, unaware that she's being healed as fast as she can dissolve, wondering how long she'll be made to feel this and hoping it'll be a long, long time.

It certainly intends to drag this out all day, because it would dearly love to find out.

That doesn't mean it won't escalate, though.

The corrosive ink inside Esme gets stronger, over time, as Sable keeps fucking her. It dissolves her faster, burning through more of her flesh. Sable has to accelerate the healing to keep pace with the rate it's melting her insides away.

It kisses its way up and down her body while its tentacles fuck her, caressing her waist gently.

"Little by little, you're melting away in here. All the things that keep you alive are getting eaten away by my ink while you writhe beautifully in pleasure and pain on my tentacles."

Oh, that's such a happy warm feeling, hearing those words and knowing they're true. She wants to snuggle up and wrap her arms around Sable and relax into it, but she's so wonderfully tangled in tentacles, and anyway it's pretty hard to relax right now. Her body is trembling in pain and there are tears running down her face, and this too is just as it should be. It scratches that same itch from before, the need to be thoroughly unquestionably owned, to be sacrificed for another's pleasure. What better proof could there be, that she belongs to Sable and it can do whatever it wants with her? Here she is, brimming with death and devotion, physically feeling how deeply and completely she is claimed. The very substance and structure of her body is under Sable's dominion, to be toyed with at Sable's whim, explored and destroyed by Sable's tentacles.

And best of all, Sable clearly treasures her, with all those soft kisses and caresses, those warm gentle words of love and possession. Esme is getting such a good grade in sexy kidnap victim 💖💖💖