Drew the attention of a dangerous, sexy lady by the name of Miss_Natalya... and paid the price! Read about her final moments here.
To be a cellist of Cicely's caliber took lots of time, effort, and skill. However, she never fit in very well with larger bands, she only worked as a solo act due to her distant, quiet personality and her near sexual obsession with her instrument. And solo acts are less widespread. Oh, sure, some big solo acts make it famous, but for most musicians, it was the steady work with a symphony that paid the bills, and Cicely lacked that. So here she was, playing at a club of dubious providence. It was well off, beautiful even, but the rumors about what took place behind the scenes were legendary. It paid the bills, so she played, and played, and after a few weeks of work, found herself with a special notification. A blinking note in the online schedule that said, "VIP Lounge, Private Performance, The Boss." A boss she'd only seen from a distance, tall and powerful, but even from a distance she'd always felt like those amber eyes were on her, watching her, daring her to meet the gaze and be lost. Her hands were trembling as she rapped on the door to the VIP lounge, wondering if the thudding in her ears came from the club below or her own racing heart.
Miss_Natalya was taken the curvaceous, lovely figure the moment she saw the girl play. She knew thatCicely belonged to her balls right then and there. Her eyes were always alight with that predatory fire whenever the two met gazes. The pantheress would grin and slowly lick her lips. When Cicely came to know on her door, muffled sounds emanated from the other side. Grunts and groans of pleasure and strain. While the nefarious doings of her club were mostly hushed out front, in the back, things were not covered up and the true nature of her seedy business could be unveiled. "Mnf...come in!" Came the familiar, purring call of the feline. When the door opened, it did so on a sight without description. The room was decorated not just with the usual items but with what could only be called trophies. A cum-stained witch hat... a pair of cum-crusted stockings. A bloated sac of a condom that sloshed with seed, a girl's name written upon it with a picture of her lovely former form taped to it sat on a high shelf. A "painting" on a black canvas splashed with cum, stockings and panties glued to it by the dried seed. Sitting in the center of the room in her high-backed chair was the pantheress. Her cock bulged hugely as a pair of soft, silk-clad legs wiggled and kicked from the head of her cock. A curvy bulge traveled down her shaft to her balls as she waved the stunned cellist. "Mmnng, oh yes...come set up, dear."
Cicely was struck by the scent of the room even before the sight of it, the unmistakable reek of sex, of thick cum and heavy balls. But even with that 'warning' breath, she was still dumbfounded by the sight inside, of the displays, each set up so lovingly... lovingly, but only to Natalya herself. They were trophies of her victory, not of anything the former people might have done. With a loud swallow, the young cellist came in, trying her best not to stare at the sight of those squirming legs slipping in deeper, only watching out of the side of her eye as she found her chair, opened the cello case, and began to set up. This, too, was a story she'd heard working here, that some people just disappear, claimed by the boss. "You're sure you're not too busy already, Miss?" She asked nervously, finding that the only available chair would keep her facing directly towards Miss Natalya, looking directly at those fierce amber eyes and the shape squirming, struggling, groaning inside of her gigantic cock.
Miss_Natalya licked her lips slowly as those sharp, feline eyes locked with the girl's own. She stared so deeply that it was enough to elicit shivers in the spine of any impending prey. "Mmm, oh not busy at all. Churning up little sluts like this is so easy...." She purred the words out as she gazed into the cellist's own eyes and kept them held, before she finally released them to roam over the shape of her body instead. "They're really nothing to me but the cum they belong as." She teased her words out while the wiggling legs slurped deeper into her shaft, really nothing more than a pair of calves at that point. She ran her fingers down the shapely bulge in her cock as it writhed and moaned inside against the intense heat. Her balls churned and burbled noisily while she leaned back in her chair with a smile on her lips. Casually stroking her shaft, it continued to casually slurp down the woman with ease. "Now please. Do show me what those talented hands of yours are capable of." She swished her thick tail, and fanned the heavy, powerful musk through the air in steady whiffs toward the girl.
Cicely thought she recognized the shape of the bulge and the muffled voice groaning inside, a regular visitor to the club who had tried to ask her out more than once. But there was no way to know, and given Natalya's warning, there never would be a way to know. "Yes, ma'am." The cellist swallowed loudly, composing herself on her seat and shutting her eyes. With the bow in one hand and the neck of the cello in the other, she was able to concentrate on it, long and languid strains of music soon echoing out from the instrument. It was a slow song, lingering on each note before tracing to the next. And for the first time, Cicely realized a problem with the way she played. The hard wood under her fingers, the slight vibrations that moved through her arms, the sound... all of it was sensual to her, erotic. And until now, that had never mattered, but in this situation, she was feeling that tingling warmth, the arousal of her playing, and it was happening as she felt herself breathing in the thick scent of Natalya's swollen balls, as she could hear a human being slipping towards balls that churned and burbled so loudly she could hear it. Her music shifted, increasing tempo as her heart started to beat faster. She was playing someone's dirge, and she was trying to match it to the sounds of the feline's gurgling nuts.
Miss_Natalya watched silently but for her grunts of pleasure as she consumed the woman who was worming her way down into her balls. The wiggling legs slurps down and soon two sets of curling toes slid out of sight entirely into the head of her shaft. The wiggling shape squirmed and writhed its way down before it disappeared down her cock and settled out in a curled, defined shape in her hefty nuts. The pantheress reached down absently to pat her balls as they gurgled happily around their meal. She was watching the girl play. Her sharp ears twitched and swiveled as she reveled in every note and shift in melody. She could pick up Cicely's increased breathing and excitement and the song was picking up with it. Her tail flopped from side to side while her balls gave a clenching churn accompanied by a rising squeal from the woman inside the fleshy, sloshing chamber. "Ah....do you like what you see?" She asked with a raised eyebrow while the wiggling meal in her nuts moaned muffledly from within and her balls noisily burbled and blorped.
Cicely opened her eyes at the question, pulled back to the real world from her haze of music and musk. Her cheeks were flushed, it took a second for her eyes to focus on the sight of the panther before her once more, but when they did, she stiffened, the music growing more tense. "I've... I've never seen it in person before," she answered slowly. "Only videos online..." The soft churning sounds were distracting, but far more distracting were the sounds the woman was making. Not screams or struggles, but groans and squeals, like... "Is she enjoying this, ma'am?" She asked. In the videos, sometimes, people seemed to enjoy it, but she couldn't imagine how. Getting churned up? Melting down inside of a predator, especially a predator's balls? How could that be enjoyable? Of course, even as she thought of those questions, she had to shift her thighs, feeling overwhelmingly aroused by the mix of her own fetishized instrument and the brain-numbing power of the panther's irresistible musk.
Miss_Natalya chuckled and gave a waving gesture to indicate she wished for the girl to continue on with her song. "Mm, very likely she is." She rubbed along her balls and gave a squeeze of the shapely figure that elicited a sharp squeal in response while her balls churned and groaned around the girl. They softened at her flesh and melted her hair, rendering her down into the cum she would soon be. "Many beg me to slide down into my heavy balls, writhing and moaning in bliss until they feel my nuts clench one last time and snuff them out for good." She paused and licked her lips. "Some even want me to snuff out their tender little souls instead of just keep a sliver for myself like I often do." She purred and groped along her balls as her hips rocked. They sloshed noisily as they bounced in their full state between her wide-open thighs before the watching cellist. "This slut is going to be utterly ended. Not a sliver of soul left. Nothing but my cum for good." She cooed to herself while her tail fanned that thick, alluring scent through the air. "Mmm, your music is lovely, dear."
Cicely kept playing on, even as she felt her whole body trembling. Only her hands were steady, the rest of her shivered as the feline spoke, goosebumps on hips and thighs, along the back of her neck. She wasn't just watching a girl die, she was watching a girl become nothing at all. Every aspect of her given over to a spurt of pleasure to... the thought made her head shift, looking at the trophies on the wall, other young women each one. All given over to show how great Miss Natalya was. The trophies made sense, now, each one showed a life ended in praise of the powerful, seductive woman. When her gaze wandered back, she caught the glowing amber eyes, felt them stare at her, stare into her very soul, and the music only grew faster. "T-thank you, ma'am," she squeaked out, swallowing and trying again louder, clearer. "Thank you, ma'am. If... if I'm playing the song you'll hear as she dies, I should do my best." Her body was so hot and tingling, she wished she could take a moment to loosen her bow or remove her jacket. And as she thought of that, she also thought of burying her face into those balls, of kissing them and licking the musky sweat from them and rubbing them against her naked body.
Miss_Natalya sighed happily as her balls kicked up into high gear and really began to work the woman over to the symphony of moans, groans, and squeals that mixed with Cicely's moving music. She arched back in her seat and rocked her hips as the balls bounced and churned. "Mmnnf...fuck..." She panted out. The shape in her sac was softening, growing less defined as the woman was churned away, melted down, rendered into the cum she belonged as. The panther curled her toes as her sac clenched down tight and with a gurgling squish, ended the life of the lovely woman who was trapped inside in a crescendo. "AAH! Don't stop until I say so...." She hissed out to the cellist as she pumped along her cock. Her balls quaked and quivered as they churned at the cum inside. Her heavy ro flexed in her grip and then gave a lurch as the pantheress arched back once more. Her cock erupted, a huge geyser of cum that jetted from the head and splattered out across the cellist's face and body. Huge, heavy globs slammed out with lewd splats, coating her body, clothes and skin. A pair of pantyhose gushed out over her lap and slapped into place there as the pantheress purred and rose to her feet. She gripped the girl's head as she stepped in and smooshed her face deep into the bloated shapes of her balls and runes began to trace along them. "Mmnng, don't stop...."
Cicely watched with wide eyes as the powerful woman started to masturbate in front of her. She chewed her lip, leaning forward and playing faster, harder, the music rising. The timing was perfect, heating a musical peak at the same moment the woman inside was snuffed out, dragging the crescendo out as the cock swelled, throbbed, then exploded. Reflexively, Cicely twisted, protecting the cello from the thick strands of spunk that gushed out, but this left her right in the path, cum coating her dark hair, her jacket, weighing down her bow so it stuck to her chest. It was enough cum to paint her entire front, hot spurts on her parted thighs making the young musician shudder and moan softly herself. The music was slowing some, but still going, as the musician's eyes closed to savor the dizzying scent and feel of spunk covering every inch of her. So it caught her by surprise when hands seized her hair and buried her face to the balls, her body twisted to keep playing (albeit awkwardly) while inhaling the point-blank musk and hearing that churning like thunder. The music started to rise again as the runes began to glow, rising as the lust-addled Cicely began to rub her face along the sac, kissing and licking the nuts that had just murdered a woman before her very eyes.
Miss_Natalya twitched her ears as she listened to the building music rising once more. The runes trapped the poor woman's soul in her balls as they gurgled and churned against Cicely's face. She could also hear the rising, echoing sounds of those souls trapped in her balls, swirling and moaning. The slivers of their beings that remained left nothing but their cries of bliss at belonging to the pantheress. Soon, the voices receded and left just the one groaning soul that was her current subject. She ground her hips in and mashed the cellist's face into her ball so deep they nearly fully surrounded her head and cut off all air but her thick, musky aroma. The heat that baked off of the orbs was palpable, enough to draw a sweat and one could only imagine how hot the inside must be. "Mnnng, play her off, little one. This is her end." She groaned deeply as her balls pulsed and churned. Their flexing shapes weakened that soul, melting it down, the bright, blue glow slowly easing back as it began to flicker and fade. Before long, it was nothing but a shimmering twitch of light. With a final, grunting clench, even that was gone, snuffed out completely as the pantheress gave a shuddering sigh. She eases back as her sloshing nuts slipped from the human's face. She gripped the girl's hair and held it up to the head of her cock where with a few heavy pumps, she gushed out thick, off-blue globs of cum into her hair and wiped it off. "Mnn, now her soul is just waste to be mopped up..." She teased down with a wink to the cellist.
Cicely played in ragged and eclectic notes now, struggling to keep going as the fingers buried her face in to the sweltering, all-encompassing embrace of those balls. They commanded every one of Cicely's senses, she could only taste and smell the musky sweat, she could only hear the distant moans of the destroyed and the churning that was added to them. The heat of it pressed to her cheeks demanded her touch, and the glow of the runes shined in the darkness of the furred, consuming presence. She drew the bow across the cello one final time as the last moan faded, her song ending as the woman ceased to exist. Foggy-headed with arousal, with the potent scent of the panther filling her lungs and brain, she was easy to tug back and paint with another layer of spunk, this stuff smelling and tasting purer than the last load had... probably because it was made from the pure essence of the girl's soul. Slumped back in the chair, the panting cellist noted she was covered in cum from head to toe, and licked strands of it from her face and fingers as she sat the bow down. "It... it was a wonderful show, ma'am," she panted out, cheeks flushed with arousal past the layer of cum oozing down her face. "Thank you for the honor of playing her out..."
Miss_Natalya sighed happily as she finished and stepped back from the girl. She watched her closely as she licked up the churned up remains of the woman from her fingers and lips. The pantheress chuckled to herself and retook her seat across from the cellist. Her cock bobbed between her thighs as the still-fat orbs of her balls hung heavily down below. She ran her thick fingers down along her thigh while her tail flicked its tip back and forth along the ground beside her chair. "Mm, the pleasure was all mine." She winked as those amber eyes locked into the girls own. She stared at her silently as her lips slowly curled and she raised a hand and curled a finger in a beckoning gesture for the girl to approach. Those eyes, burning with an intense desire said only one thing. She was not completely satisfied yet and the cumstained, curvy little body before he was looking very enticing. Her balls gurgled a greedy agreement to that thought.
Cicely sat for a moment staring into those golden eyes as Natalya got comfortable in her seat. When the grin spread on the feline's face and her finger curled, Cicely felt her body start to move, hazy, like she was in a dream. She rose from her seat, carelessly knocking her cello onto the floor, and walked towards the seated pantheress in wobbly steps. She knew what was coming, she'd just watched it play out on another young woman, but... there was no way to resist. The echoing chorus, the memory of souls crying out in bliss called to her, like the orchestra she'd always belonged to but never found. Until now. Cum dripped from her as she found herself standing right in front of Miss Natalya, her heart pounding and her eyes finally breaking away from Natalya's golden eyes, only to look down and see the hungry balls that were still so hungry, even after the girl who had just vanished. "Maybe... I can be of more pleasure yet... ma'am..."
Miss_Natalya looked into the girl's eyes deeply and reached up to guide her down until she was brought to kneel before the predator that intended to bring an end to beautiful music in a burst of intense pleasure. "Mm, yes, you will." She purred out to the girl. "Ever since you first came to the club, I've known you were going to end in my balls, little one. In the back of your mind, you've always known where you belong too, I think." She drew the girl in until her face was pressed against the underside of the throbbing cock as it pulsed to full hardness once more. She ground it against the human's features in slow, steady thrusts of her hips. "Tell me, my dear little cumstain...." she purred the term out casually. "Shall I keep your tend little soul?....Or shall I utterly end you for good?" She licked her lips, stroking her thick fingers into the girl's cum-stained hair until she was scritching along her scalp soothingly as she smeared her face along the twitching length of her shaft.
Cicely sank down without resistance, on her knees before a cock that throbbed powerfully and promised an end to her life. Even now she could hear the balls churning in anticipation, encouraging her to rub against the shaft, grinding it along the cum-slicked front of her body as she kissed and licked it. Everything the panther was saying was true, she realized now. Every time she saw those amber eyes, she'd known it was hunger that frightened her in them. But now she wasn't frightened. Now she wanted it, and her arms spread out to hug the heavy nuts, pressing her own plump breasts to them lovingly. These were where she belonged. "Keep me, please... every time your balls gurgle, I want to be part of that song... I want every soul that passes through you to hear the most beautiful music, I want you to spend me... use me up to make yourself more..." A long shiver ran through her, and she looked up to meet Natalya's eyes. "That's what it means to be prey... to cease to be for the predator's superiority..."
Miss_Natalya widened her smile as she listened to the girl's words which were their own sweet music to her twitching ears. "Mmnng, good girl." She reached down and stroked through her hair fondly as she smothered the human about, feeling her pressed in tight to the hotly-pulsing spheres of her balls as they gurgled and churned. Her cock throbbed and hot pre oozed down the length over her head in heavy globs. "Well then...I think it's time you become my cum, my lovely." She purred happily as she drew the girl back and shifted her cock. Pressing it down she brought the broad head down to stare into the human's face. The thick cockhead twitched as the hand behind her head guided the cellist forward until her lips were pressed to the slimy cumslit. She gave a purring grunt as she shifted her hips about before the cockhead began to spread and the girl's head began to slip into the sticky, slimy depths that were soon surrounding her features. "You're mine."
Cicely was utterly intoxicated, she understood perfectly why the last girl had taken this road. It felt perfect, felt right. Her eyes closed as the cockhead approached her face, her hands fumbling with her outfit to loosen parts. She was so hot, she needed to get some of it opened up, if not off, before she took a dive into what she knew would be even hotter. Hotter and all surrounding. "I'm yours," she breathed out as a response, and then her face vanished into the thick cockhead, the slippery passage and the existing coating of spunk on the cellist making the passage almost too easy. Like it was perfectly natural this happen to her. The scent of musk and cum exploded in intensity as Cicely found her head sinking into the dark channel, sending her hands to her own body, seed-soaked fingers sliding into her panties to start stroking herself.
Miss_Natalya rocked her hips as the cock slurped over the girl's head and neck. She reached down and tore at her clothes, yanking the loosened top off and the shirt below to expose the soft, curvaceous form of her upper body to the open air one last time before it was to be sent to end inside of the panther's body. She grunted as her cock began to suck down over the girl's shoulders. The head spread wide and pushed her arms down, pinning her hands down between her thighs, not that it seemed the human was going to mind that one bit at this point if she were to judge by the furious fingering she was applying to herself. The predator groand and easily lifted the girl in her arms as she fed her into her cock. The soft curves of her breasts were squeezed and mashed down until her nipples were left grinding into the sticky walls of the insides of her cock, forming a plump bulge in the surface of the feline's dick. "Mnnng...." She grunted out. Ahead, the steady, gurgling churn of the balls echoed in the darkness for the girl, constantly reminding her of where she was headed and what her fate was to be.
Cicely got a sense of deja vu. As she was sinking in, head first towards those churning balls, she remembered walking into the same room and watching another girl sink head first towards them. It would have made her laugh, if she wasn't busy moaning in dizzy ecstasy. She squealed as her clothing was ripped away, leaving her naked, on display, and still smeared in cum as she was raised up into the air, legs kicking at the sky. She felt very much like she was being fed to the shaft, or more exactly, those churning balls. The grip of the cock was all around her head, her shoulders, and when it finally managed to engulf her breasts, it squeezed and squished them to her body, the bulge of her more 'pancaked' than the less-busty woman who had last taken this road. She reached her first climax already, her juices soaking her hand and her belly as the growling of the hungry, life-ending nuts grew louder.
Miss_Natalya hoisted the girl up fully; half-trapped in her cock with her legs swimming in the air as her own fluids spilled down her belly from between her fingers. She could feel the quivering and squealing of the orgasm that shook the girl's form and it made the feline chuckle which rumbled around her. Undulating squeezes ran down her body as the cock swallowed her downward toward the heavy, cum-filled tanks. Musk blasted her senses so close to the source. She slipped the girl's skirt off with ease and tossed it aside, leaving her panties and hosiery intact. She did always enjoy leaving a pair of cum-encrusted undergarments when she was finished. The feline groaned and pumped her hips upward as her cock schlurped up the human's tummy and began to ease her curvy hips down into the bloated grip. She gripped the curve of Cicely's ass and dug her thick digits in terribly deep. "Mnnng, I'm going to splattered you over your cello and keep it here, a cum-crusted testament to another lovely cumslut." She cooed down to the girl teasingly before stuffing her plump rump down into the throbbing head of her cock. Inside her head pushed forth into the chamber of the panther's balls, splashed with hot cum immediately as they churned and gurgled about.
Cicely was dizzy from being upside-down... or was she dizzy from the musk? Or her own lust? It hardly mattered, the cellist had succumbed so utterly to the gradual consumption that she didn't care about anything other than Natalya. Her ass flexed, tensing as strong fingers clutched her, slowly pushing her in deeper and deeper towards the gurgling nuts that had claimed hundreds of souls before her. If there was a heaven to go to, she didn't care. Cicely only wanted to be part of the perfect predator who had showed her what she was meant for. And as that thought crossed her head, so did a thick wave of spunk, as she passed into the gurgling chamber that wanted all of her and would take it. She gulped down the creamy stuff, her future, and moaned in ecstasy, never stopping her efforts on her soaking pussy. Her cello lay on the ground, knocked over in her haste to reach her doom, but waiting to become another trophy to Natalya's irresistible claim on the lives of sluts... and her ability to show anyone that they were one.
The scene was much like the one that Cicely had walked in on. A pair of silky-clad legs wiggling outside of her immense, throbbing shaft as they wormed their way down to their inevitable doom in those ravenous balls. She flicked the girl's shoes off with her fingers and teased her twiddling toes as her curvy legs were slurped up bit by bit. There was no need to aid her cock in devouring the curvy figure. It could easily slurp her down all on its own with steady flexes and twitches, undulating down her body. Her body bit by bit sank out of sight and the pantheress gave a happy purr as spurt of pre signalled the last of her tiptoes slurping down into that shaft. She massaged the curvy legs as they eased down her cock to join the rest of the girl where she was forced to curl up in the hot chamber of the feline's balls. Inside, it was sticky, wet, dark and so intensely hot she could never have believed it. The heat pulsed into her very core with each clench of those balls as her legs slurped down into the balls along with her and she was sealed away for good. The balls pulsed, gripping at her form, sloshing cum over her every crevasse while they gurgled and shifted about. "mnnng, welcome home..." She whispered down with a pat to her bloated nuts.
Cicely sank in, a woman-shaped bulge that squirmed, hips and thighs and calves down the throbbing shaft. Then, finally, the cock was back to the original shape, thick and huge still, but all that Cicely was now resting in the balls, swelling them out more with the curled up shape that was busy, quite obviously, fingering herself. The chamber sloshed against her with thick cum, strands pasting her hair to her body and oozing up into her holes as her hands stretched her stockings and panties, fingers inside her pussy, even up her rump as she realized how perverted she must be to have accepted this. Each gurgling slosh made her feel tingly, and she moaned loud, eager inside the chamber. "Thank you ma'am... showing me my place in the world..." she had to struggle to speak, it was so hot inside her sweat mingled with the layers of cum sloshing against her. "For adding me to your collection of cocksnacks!"
Miss_Natalya gripped her balls tight as they clenched and churned at her meal eagerly. She wanted to feel this girl sloshing in her balls quickly. The heat grew even more oppressive as her matted hair was soon sticky slop that oozed down her body in globs, rendered into cum that driped down her form to mix with the rest around her. Her skin, already a soft pale was soon being rendered milk-white as she softened beneath the relentless onslaught of the churning nuts and melting seed. The pantheress panted and pumped her hips as she jerked along her cock. Her balls bounced and sloshed, tossing the girl about tightly inside. As she purred, it was a deep rumbling around the human that vibrated into her inner most core even as the shapes of her ful breasts were starting to soften and round out to the rest of the panther's balls on the surface. "Mnnng, melt for me, you little cumstain..." She growled down, gripping her cock and jerking it sharply as she pumped and panted.
Cicely had watched the last girl get taken slowly, how long she'd managed to play before the previous lucky lass had vanished! It had felt like hours of playing as she watched her melt, but she could feel herself going much faster, she could feel her hair fall away, feel her heavy breasts and round ass starting to smooth out, feel her limbs grow slick and slender and weak. And it thrilled her, to know Natalya wanted her this much, that she was this delicious looking that the predator would claim her fast, eager. Her moans sang out as long as she could, as she felt her leggings just slip free of her half-cum legs to drift in the churning seed around her. "Take me! Every bit of my body and soul belong to you!" She cried out, though her words were muffled by the churning sac and her lips were giving way.
Miss_Natalya did just as she was asked as her balls clenched and bore down on the remaining portions of the girl. With a squeeze so intense it blotted out all other sensations, she was suddenly splashed in those balls, reduced to nothing but more of the pantheress' hot cum sloshing about in her heavy nuts. She grunted out heavily and hissed through her teeth as her balls smoothed out and sloshed forward, swinging between her thighs with another lovely girl rendered cum. She panted as she continued to pump her cock and those runs lit up down her shaft and balls. "Mnnng, oh yes, mine...." She whispered. Cicely's soul was aware. The intense heat had not faded. It was burning at her very being, overwhelming her. The light of her soul glowed brightly in those balls until they clench, wrenching at it and a bit of her melted away, oozing out into the greater cum of her body. Each time those balls pulsed, she felt more and more of her being drifting off. Soon, her memories, thoughts and dreams were all gone. There was nothing left but the music she would sing in praise of the balls she belonged to. Nothing, but this one, single euphoric sensation that flickered ever so dimly as the last little remnants of what was once a complete girl. Soon, it was added to the rest, drifting, locked away in those balls for good.
Cicely gave a squeal as the balls squeezed, and then was silent, her days of making music, of making sound, ended with a wet splort of sound. The heavy balls sloshed with the remains of her, but that wasn't enough for Natalya and Cicely knew it as the runes glowed. It was all she could see was the shine of those runes, all she could feel was the heat of the balls surrounding her, squeezing and churning away her essence. What amazed her most was that, as she started to break down and forget her past, her hopes, her dreams, she was still in ecstatic, dizzy bliss. Even without a body to have hormones, without flesh to excite sexually, her soul was still in a heady, heavenly embrace at being torn apart and broken down just to add to the pantheress. 'This is what I was meant for,' she thought to herself, as her thoughts faded into just strains of sweet music and orgasmic bliss. 'All my life was for this.' And then the final flash of light, the brightest pulse of all, and 'Cicely' was gone. Only her song, a choral hymn to praise her goddess and the all-loving embrace of her goddess' balls, remained to swirl in bliss as it sank into the ocean of shards. Cicely was gone, just one more soul added to Natalya's ever growing collection of claimed afterlifes.
Miss_Natalya moaned in pleasure as her cock throbbed heavily in her grip. The act of rendering a soul into cum was divine and it sent her cock lurching in her grip sharply. Hot, heavy globs of cum arced through the air as it splashed out across the cello on the floor. Splat after splat rang out with the girl's remains raining upon her instrument in a heavy torrent. Her hosiery and panties slapped out across the cello with one final gush and then she was reduced to nothing but a little trickle of seed from the head of the feline's cock. The pantheress purred as she looked over her handiwork before she finally reached down to pluck the cum-plastered instrument from the floor. She left the dripping cello propped in the corner beneath the shelf of trophies and groaned happily to herself at such a marvelous meal as the little artist she just ended.
No longer important as a cumstain
Cicely enjoys playing music. In fact, she enjoys playing it rather too much. While her fellow students and her professors praise her for her skill with the cello, it's not for them she plays at all. By some quirk of her childhood or brain chemistry, she recieves nearly sexual graitifaction from making music, and so plays with a passion that fills her every piece with energy and daring. Of course, it's never as easy as that to find happiness. The instrument is never enough to get her off, only to stimulate and leave her flushed and trembling (or is that trebeling?). So, after every performance, the young woman must seek out something to finish her peak. After a long performance and a follow on events, the girl can be left aching for release for hours, and after so many years of it, she's even come to enjoy this state of prolonged arousal, though it's often lead her to make poor choices when opportunities present themselves. Random handsome (or beautiful, she's not picky on genders) strangers have found the world-class cellist suddenly pressing to them, and more daring or aggressive men and women have found it easy to talk the young woman into very bizzare forms of sex while she's in this state. She doesn't mind, though. For Cicely, it's just the last part of the performance.
She's not clueless about vore, either, though she hasn't done it. She saw her first video about it after a particularly long performance as part of a quartet. One of the other girls in the group showed her the video on her phone while they were backstage. With how turned on she was from the performance, the horrifying sight of watching someone consumed alive instead became lurid to her, and in that moment, she gained a fetish for it. At times, she'll go find videos to watch online while playing her cello, mixing the two together in a dizzying combination. She hopes someday to do it in person, to play for some predator as they digest someone else, though she hasn't yet considered being eaten yet herself.
In general, Cicely is played either late high-school or early college, an up-and-coming star cellist who will doubtless get a full ride to whatever university she attends. She's not especially naive, nor is she especially clever. She's quite normal except for her odd lust for music and the skill that came from that primal satisfaction. If you want her to be more willing or eager, we just have to assume she's finished a large performance, while a Cicely who hasn't recently been at the cello is a bit of a snob and a prude. She knows how good she is with the cello, and has no trouble lording it over people, even if her skill is born of lurid reasons.
As for the desired scenes, the main goals of this character are either sex or vore. She's unlikely to eat anyone herself, and isn't likely to initiate sex unless she's amped up after a performance, though she might sometimes be pushy or aggressive to get what she wants. As a potential meal or lover, though, she's not hard to get stuffed into any number of churning, gurgling passages. She's not capable of reforming, though, so in general it can be assumed that any time she's vored, it's the first time it's happened to her.
