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Court_Of_Predators. Please at least look at them. Picture is mine, done by RevaDiehard on FA and featuring Prince Qaion, who is also mine. There's an accompanying story here at https://aryion.com/g4/view/598443
"Darling, they'll never know. No-one will. You'll just be gone, wiped from existence forever. You feel my belly? Feel how fat it is? That's all that will be left, you see. Just another layer on my glorious gut. You're mine forever now. That's right. Now, are we going to have wriggles, or will you be good?"
Name: Princess Rosakarina Callixiel Eversor Velvena
Species: Half-demon cow
Age: 31
Place of origin: The United Hells
Occupation: Wanderer
Princess Rosakarina Callixiel Eversor Velvena is the trueborn child of the third Matriarch of Gluttony, Queen Melavascia Palascien Kivibra Orenelo Velvena. Yeeep. Demons like having long names. Rose, however, (don't call her by her full name or else), doesn't particularly like her family name. She is a half-breed, her father some unfortunate mortal bull who Melavascia enjoyed a night of pleasure with and then devoured. To demonkind, Rose is an inferior creature, her immortal heritage contaminated by that of a dumb animal. The fact that Rose has consistently proved herself to be every bit as brilliant and ruthless as her mother (if not as focused and determined) does little to change that.
Thusly, the demoncow has spent the past decade wandering the physical realms, amusing herself by playing with the short lives of mortals, and then ending them. Uncountable tens of thousands have likely slipped into her capacious body in that time. You will be nothing but another hedonistic distraction for the merciless bovine.
No cow ever stood like this one. Rose is taller than a man at the shoulder, and her full height is between seven and eight feet. She’s enormous, and not just in this way. The cow’s belly hangs low to the ground even when empty, and her thickset, plump legs still have to work to support her bulk. She’s massively, massively fat. It’s not just the flank, either, as between her hind legs hangs an udder as oversized for Rose as she is compared to a normal cow. The swollen pink sac is about as large as an exercise ball, teats the size of sausages hanging beneath it. Like her fat-layered belly, it feels as soft and heavy as a waterbed.
As easy as it is for her to simply swallow down more protein, Rose is consistently inventive in her methods. The enormous dark fleshy ring beneath her tail is fully capable of slurping a squirming and unwilling creature of almost any size into her cavernous guts. Beneath that is a second pair of lips, the slit about a foot long, swollen, and just as voracious as Rose’s other lips. Prey swallowed this way will find themselves trapped in the soft squeezing warmth of the cow’s womb, whereupon they belong to their devourer. Even the enormous weighty sac of her udder can be dangerous, and the thick nipples are strong enough to drag unwary milkers inside as slowly or as fast as the bovine wants.
Regardless of the orifice they enter, Rose’s prey can suffer any number of fates depending on which pleasurable tingle she most wants to enjoy: instantly digested, mind, body and soul, slowly melted into a thick, liquid puddle of liquid, cum, or milk, added to her massive bulk, even squeezed along to further chambers inside the cow, where they will spend the rest of their natural life alive, not even bulging Rose’s girth, trapped forever in one of her unique internal prisons. The cow has full control over her innards and can reshape them almost effortlessly, meaning that pretty much any fate is possible.
She’s beautifully coloured, short, thick, silky fur the colour of snow with patches of darkest black everywhere, as well as a thick, almost humanlike mane of black hair. Her eyes are huge and an enrapturing shade of magenta.
Her size gives her considerable strength, and she’s surprisingly agile for her bulk, and demonic heritage means that she has some control over fire and a certain seductive influence, but the fact that she’s a greedy multi-tonne cow generally is enough to ensure she gets her meal. If needed, however, Rose can call upon considerable magical abilities which allow her to perform almost any task. She's skilled at telekinesis, allowing her to manipulate objects without fingers or simple crush obstacles in her path with the power of thought alone.
Rose is exceptionally intelligent and charmingly seductive, but she was raised in the deadly, demon-eat-demon realm of the United Hells, where the weak are preyed on by the strong. She sees everyone as food, and enjoys that fact. She loves teasing and taunting, even real torture with no upper limit to the sadisticness (she’s particularly fond of crushing, whether beneath her belly, her udder, her rump, her hoof, or anywhere else), and has a limitless sexual and literal appetite. She’s fascinated by many mortal ideas, from technology to music to the concept of kinks, and can display a surprisingly gentle side when she wants to.
Looking for... well, interesting ideas. I'm putting a ban, though, on farmyard settings. Rose is royalty. She would never lower herself to masquerading as a common beast.
