Too fat, Cossette decided resolutely as she gazed at a chubby blonde boy, no older than six years, standing next to his mother across the street from herself. He looks like he's positively wider than he is tall.
Having lost interest with the pudgy youth, she permitted her attention to roam once again. She reclined in her chair as she looked about, wavy golden hair tumbling loosely about her shoulders, and allowed the sounds of the sunlit bistro to wash over her. It was a casual place, situated just a few feet back from the pedestrian-friendly walkways of one of those cities that simply begs for ambling strolls and amateur photography. There was a small building into which more sun-shy patrons could duck, but the majority of the people were lounging about the tables and chairs haphazardly arranged on a slight platform outdoors, most likely to take advantage of the dazzling sunlight, balmy air and gentle breeze that made up the atmosphere of this particularly beautiful day. Cossette had chosen her own seat - one near the edge of the bistro - for two major reasons.
One, so that she, in all of her warm-weather glory - currently, she was decked out in navy blue walking shorts, strappy metallic wedge sandals, and a billowy white blouse, with a slouchy hobo bag slung over one shoulder, and her deep brown eyes hidden behind slightly oversized sunglasses - could be easily admired by whatever attractive passerby might happen to come along. (And so that she might admire them right back, of course.)
And, two, so that she could scan the, ahem, menu.
Yes, Cossette was one of those women called, by those In The Know, witches. Or, in terms the layman could understand, a woman who consumed humans for sustenance.
Shifting in her seat slightly, and taking a small sip of some sort of fruit juice, Cossette continued her perusal. Her eyes skipped over a plethora of children - she was not, she had decided earlier, nearly hungry enough for an entire adult - in definite interest, but slightly pronounced disapointment. Were there no suitable candidates on this day? She didn't want some scrawny skin-and-bones urchin (so the brunette girl tugging on her father's arm was out), but neither did she desire a calorically-dense butterball (which eliminated the afforementioned blonde boy, and quite a few others).
Perhaps, she realized, frowning slightly, she was being too picky. Or perhaps the pickings themselves were simply slim. She wondered idly if she had come too late, and the other witches - there were, in her area, a few - had already come by this street. Idly, she contemplated packing up, so to speak, and relocating to another area, but it was doubtful that she would have better luck anywhere else, anyway.
Besides, just as she'd seriously begun to consider leaving, she'd caught sight of him.
Instantly, thoughts of eating fled her conscious mind, and a much deeper need came to the fore. He was a small child - his face would suggest that he was about six, but his stunted stature and emaciated frame argued for four - and even after only a few seconds of observation, she could tell that he was shy and unsure. He was scrambling to keep up with a larger, healthier-looking version of himself (a sibling?), and his curly black hair bounced with his rapid movement. Two bright spots of pink had appeared on his otherwise pale face, and brilliantly blue eyes shone with some sort of inherent, lingering sadness.
Cossette found that she had been completely entranced by this creature in fewer than thirty seconds. The sheer wonder in her own eyes prevented them from narrowing in fury as she caught sight of the woman leading both children; clearly, she was the mother, and clearly, she favored the larger child to the extent of utterly neglecting the smaller. This mother, a harsh-looking creature with a sneer etched upon her features, was pushing through the slightly crowded sidewalks almost violently, and though the larger child could somewhat keep up with her pace, the smaller was left floundering.
That need Cossette had begun to feel upon spotting this fae-child became ever more intense, and almost without knowing it, she stood and exited the bistro, trailing after the trio in single-minded persuit.
The clacking of her heels was indistinguishable within the noise of the crowd; the child had not even realized she was there, and yet she had already easily overtaken him and snatched him from his older brother's grasp, cradled him to her body, and darted down an alleyway with her prize.
Cossette worked quickly: She was, in truth, operating almost entirely on instinct, but that tiny bit of rational thought that she maintained informed her that the child was terrified, and confused, and overwhelmed, and she had to perform her little operation rapidly, lest she be discovered and lose him.
"Don't be frightened," she whispered completely ineffectually to the dazed, whimpering youth. "This will be strange, but it won't hurt, and you'll be completely safe." She was only just vaguely aware that she had spoken; he, for his part, did not notice at all.
Divesting the trembling child of his clothes, and removing her own shorts and underwear, she sank to the ground, tugging him along with her. He continued to whimper, and shimmering tears ran down his cheeks, but she held his eyes, entrancing him with her own, and so he did not struggle. Lying back fully, she pushed him to do the same, all the while holding that essential eye-contact, even as she spread her legs and moved him to lay between them.
The eye-contact was broken only when she had to lower his head to press it between the lips of her sex.
Instantly, the child awoke from his haze and began to struggle once more. But Cossette had a firm grip on him, and no sooner had be begun to thrash, than she forced his skull deep inside of her with a soft pop!, its penetration made easy by the freely-flowing juices of her arousal.
The child screamed; Cossette felt an amazing vibration within her inner tunnel. As the child struggled and thrashed, trying to divest himself of her grip and yank his head free of her sex, she writhed with pleasure, and taking hold of his shoulders, pulled him in deeper. His neck slipped inside, and she whimpered softly; with another sharp tug, his shoulders began to slip inside, stretching her deliciously wide, and her gentle whimpers morphed into a throaty moan.
As the child continued to struggle, and Cossette continued to shove him deeper within herself, the sensations that they were experiencing differed quite a bit. She felt an amazing fullness - not only that, but she could feel every dip and protuberance of his flesh, every inch of him, impressed upon her inner walls, and the sensation of all that smooth skin sliding against her, within her, was driving her wild. He was primarily experiencing the stark terror of the devoured; through this, he was able to perceive the suffocating tightness of her sex crushing him from all around, and the pulsating heat so deep within her. That hot and wet tightness, contrasting so sharply with the comparitively cool and open dryness ghosting across the part of his person still located outside of her body, only heightened his terror.
Biting her lip to silence her cries, Cossette forced the child within her all the way to his ribs; her head was flung back as he passed her cervix, and began to fill out her womb, his small body curling up deep within her in order to fit. Already, he was stretching her so wide - but there was still so much of him to go...
With a wet glorping sound, he slipped in up to his stomach, and then to his hips. Over the course of many minutes, Cosette continued to work him in all the way to his thighs, and then his knees, and then his calves.
By this point, the boy was curled up quite tightly within her womb, and, being able to once again move his mouth, now that he was out of the impossible tightness of his tunnel, he had begun to whimper and sob again. The searing heat of her body pressed in upon him from all sides, and as Cossette worked even his legs into herself, so that only his feet were exposed, he was forced to curl up even further, so that he rested within her in a perfect fetal position, head pressed against his knees and spine curved.
Moaning loudly once again, Cossette seized hold of his feet and, with a shove, pushed them fully inside herself; now, only his largest toes remained in the outside world. Then they, too, were tucked deep within her, and the boy was completely ensconsced within her curvy body. As he slipped inside completely, that body seized up, and, with a sharp cry, Cossette came. Her muscles spasmed all around him, and the boy was subjected to the crushing pressure of that orgasm all around him, even as it drew him fully into her.
By the time she had come off that amazing high, Cossette had locked the boy within her completely: Her cervix had closed once more, and his only chance at escape was sealed off.
Sighing in perfect contentment, Cossette lifted herself off the ground, legs a little wobby, and began to dress. It was only when she was strapping on her sandals again that she realized, with a start, that her shorts had still fit perfectly - her belly had completely retained its flatness.
"Oh," she said aloud, blinking. Well, that explained her instant fascination with the child, at least: This child, whose name she still had not asked, was her Familiar, her Match.
Rubbing her stomach gently, pressing her palm flat against the boy that squirmed beneath it, she smiled. She would protect her Familiar, then, and he would serve her well.
Her smile turned to a smirk as she realized that the first thing she would need to do in order to protect her Familiar, was actually eat...
: F/M Non-consensual Soul Vore Unbirth 
Posted by Throat_Wolf
