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As I step into the dimly lit room, I'm taken aback by the sight before me. A little box filled with what appears to be tiny people sits on a table, surrounded by soft candlelight. My heart races with anticipation; it's our anniversary and this must be a special gift from my lover, Candle Boxxx.
I approach the box cautiously, wondering what she could possibly have in store for me. As I lift the lid, my eyes widen in surprise. The tiny figures within are perfectly sculpted replicas of our friends and family. Each one shrunk down to a size that fits snugly in the palm of my hand.
"Candle," I breathe, turning towards her, "this is incredible. You've even shrunk them yourself!"
She grins wickedly, those luscious red lips curling into a smile that sends shivers down my spine. "I don't care about their suffering," she says slowly, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "When it comes to little men in my mouth, they're disposable."
Her words send a thrill through me. We've always shared this dark fantasy - the idea of consuming our enemies, reducing them to nothing but a taste in our mouths. But to see it brought to life like this... it's beyond anything I could have imagined.
Without another word, she steps forward and opens her mouth wide, revealing her wet, cavernous interior. My eyes are drawn to the long, sinuous tongue that slides out and down her chin, eagerly awaiting its first taste.
"Put one in there," she demands, her voice taking on a commanding tone.
I hesitate for only a moment before selecting one of the tiny figures, a man who looks terrified by the prospect of being swallowed alive. I place him gently on her tongue, feeling the softness of her flesh against my fingertips.
As she closes her mouth around him, I watch in fascination as he disappears into the depths of her throat. His screams echo through the room, muffled by her wet walls. It's both terrifying and exhilarating, and I can't help but feel a surge of arousal coursing through my veins.
"They're disposable," she repeats, her voice deeper now. "Watch as I drop his little body on my big tongue."
Her tongue flicks out, and there it is - the tiny figure, wriggling helplessly on her flesh. I watch as she swishes him around in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and bulging with each movement. It's mesmerizing to see such power play out before me.
"I don't care," she growls, her voice low and menacing. "They're disposable."
With that, she swallows him whole, and I can almost feel the satisfaction in her throat as he disappears down her gullet. The thought of him writhing inside her, feeling her walls stretch and constrict around him, sends shivers down my spine.
We continue like this for hours, consuming our enemies one by one. Each time she swallows, I feel a sense of release, as if we're purging ourselves of all the negative energy that's been building up inside us. It's cathartic in a way that nothing else could be.
Finally, when the box is empty and our stomachs are full, we lean back in our chairs, content. This was more than just a gift; it was a symbol of our bond, a testament to the power we hold over those who dare cross us.
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I smile back at her, feeling a sense of camaraderie that goes beyond anything we've shared before. "I definitely do," I say softly, reaching over to take her hand in mine. Our palms are still sticky with saliva and remnants of our meal, but I don't care. This is us - this dark, twisted world we've created together. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
