Irene's ravenous appetites

Hours after the meeting had ended, Irene found Shaw in one of the private council antechambers, reviewing holographic reports alone until he heard a knock at the archway of the entrance. He looked up as she entered, a smug smile curling his lips when he looked up at the strange woman who made her way inside without invitation. At first, he thought it was Mystique with her blue skin and scarlet hair, but upon closer inspection, he was surprised to see it was actually Destiny by her attire.

“Irene. That’s a different look for you… First with the business attire, now you’re matching your lover’s skin and hair? You’re looking remarkably… vibrant these days. Though I don’t think you could pull off her toga and heels as she could.”

Irene closed the door behind her and let her robes dissolve into nothing, standing naked and unashamed before him as she tossed her red hair behind her. “Sebastian. Always so predictable.”

Shaw’s eyes blinked in surprise at the shift in her appearance. Now he wasn’t so sure whether he was speaking to Irene. His gaze raked over her enhanced curves, lingering on the full breasts and the soft but powerful swell of her hips. “Come to negotiate? Or to offer yourself as a… distraction?”

She stepped closer, letting her fingers trail lightly down his chest. “Both.” She chuckled as she sat in the man’s lap and began to play with his features with a delicate touch of her fingers. “Raven and I… We like to keep our options open. See the possibilities. I’ve been looking through your future… And I like what I taste.”

“Oh?” Shaw asked, cautious but enjoying the attention. “What does it taste like?”

Destiny claimed his lip in hers in a languid kiss. What followed was swift, calculated, and utterly one-sided. Irene rode him with voracious precision, her body moving in ways that made the Black King groan and clutch at her hips like a man drowning in pleasure and held onto her like a life preserver in a fierce tide. She let him believe he was in control — let him thrust up into her with that arrogant confidence — until the moment his release approached. The man collapsed back into his chair, panting for breath, while Irene rode out the bliss.

“My goodness… This… This is certainly an improvement to your disposition.” Sebastian panted, too exhausted to resist her, cupping her hands around his chin. “It’s a shame you weren’t in any of my plans.”

Then she struck.

Her jaw unhinged with liquid grace. Shaw’s eyes widened in sudden terror as her mouth engulfed his head and shoulders in one smooth, wet motion. His cock was still buried deep inside her when her throat rippled and stretched impossibly wide. A powerful gulp pulled him deeper. His muffled screams vibrated deliciously against her insides as the rest of his body slid down her gullet.

Irene moaned around her living meal, the sensation of a full-grown man sliding into her stomach while she continued to grind on the lower half of him, sending electric pleasure through every nerve. Another powerful swallow took his chest. His legs kicked wildly outside her lips as her belly ballooned outward, stretching taut around the squirming bulk.

With a final, wet glurk, Sebastian Shaw disappeared entirely.

Irene leaned back against the wall, hands cradling the massive, churning orb that had once been the Black King. Multiple orgasms crashed through her as her enhanced metabolism went to work. She felt him thrashing for several seconds, weakening, softening… then nothing. A still weight that made up her distended stomach, which left her lethargic and numb as her prey broke down into nothing but dense, usable fuel.

After several minutes of digestion, Destiny managed to pull herself up from the floor with the nearby desk to help prop herself up. Her stomach was a swollen 240-pound orb that churned and groaned angrily to digest the man she swallowed whole, bones and all. The memory of it still made her shiver as she drummed her fingers over her stomach’s surface.

“Farewell, Sebastian. I’d say you were fun before you were food, but like all disappointing men in my life, you left a bad taste in my mouth.”

Changing her appearance to match the offset weight still hanging from her waist. The woman waddled her way out of the room and made her way back home.