Mariele.
Mariele is a nurse. A nurse by trade, anyway. That's the job she has. Does she have credentials for it? Hell no. She's a bit of a derp to begin with, and she didn't quite make it through registered nursing school. Or take registered nursing school. Or -think- to take registered nursing school.
So why -is- she a nurse? Well. She works for a doctor who's got plenty of smarts to make up for what she doesn't. He knows that pouring her body into that outfit is going to attract people who might not actually need medical attention. And people is what he needs. See, Mariele's milk is special. It's a lifespan enhancer, a healing agent, a powerful medicine. And she needs to glut herself on living beings to produce it at full efficiency. An act she loves to perform, by the by.
But let's talk about the body under that outfit, shall we? It's obviously a very nice one, as you can tell by looking at her. She's a big girl, maybe seven and a half feet or so, and every inch of her (save her horns) is nice and snuggly-soft. She walks with an alluring hip-sway that leaves a bit of a pied piper effect on the boys, not that she really notices. Her hair is perfection, no split ends or tangles in sight. She's relatively sensitive to certain rubbing, so you can butter her up if you're able to keep from being ingested long enough, but let's move on, shall we?
The insides of Mariele are a bit different than the majority of predators one might expect to see. Mariele is a comfort predator. She doesn't really care if you struggle or if you're willing, because it's extremely hard to -stay- unwilling around her. Whereas most predators are relatively putrid-tummied and foul-smelling, she's nothing but delightfulness and soothing smells all the way down. Even her breath and her sometimes epic belches are comforting and warm. Not to mention the squishy, snuggly depths of her churning guts, which feel a lot like a soft comfy bed, albeit very slimy and sticky, trying to smother you with warmth. And it's not like that's the only thing she can eat with, either. Her breasts? Whether you're melting into the cleavage or sucked up a nipple, it's always pillowy and comfy. Tail? It's tight, but soft and ripply-massagy. Hair? Smells great, silky-soft, wraps you up lovingly. Rump? It's a long trip, and it's overly sticky and goopy, but you get 200% more massages than the tail~! Womb? Well, you're a lucky one if you're there, but liquid silk is the name of the game.
Usually she'll be encountered at her clinic, taking you back from the reception area to a hospital room where you'll likely be teased up and devoured, but that's not the only option available. Because of the job she's been given as a 'nurse', and her healing milk, she's a bit overzealous. If she sees you with a scrape on your knee from the sidewalk, she might charge you, scoop you up and breastfeed you until you're better. Then she'll probably eat you because you're tasty to her~ But still! No more knee scrape!
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