Name: Sorath Tch'uriel Bhoreio
Age: 2,642
Height: Fluctuates. Minimum 7 feet, maxiumum known is 20 feet
Weight: Fluctuates depending on height. Pretty damn heavy.
Species: Greater Demon
Role: Mistress of the Realm of Consumption
The Demoness
Even amongst the overlords and devils occupying the various nether realms that exist, Sorath is both feared beyond belief and constantly sought. Her thick, powerful body oozes sexuality and danger, a feature that has lured many a man to his doom... Sorath is by no means safe to be around, nor is she one you would want to casually attempt to summon to satisfy some pathetic mortal whim.
While her basic form is always recognizable, details are often altered to suit her particular mood... horns, piercings and her general height and clothing (if any) are almost always different for each manifestation.
No matter what her size or what details she applies to her physical body, her modus operundi is always the same. Ensnare, seduce, consume. If you encounter her, you have a very small window to amuse her or leave before she devours you utterly, turning your existence into a tiny fragment of her own and then smothering it into nothingness.
As a demon of an entire realm of consumption, she loves to eat. Everyone and everything (but generally everyone) from the mortal realms that ends up around her tends to be inside of her horrid body within five minutes of her laying eyes on it. Of course, she has to entertain herself, so she switches up her methods to suit her current desires. She also has other unique abilities that assist her and her unique, deadly tastes.
Oral Vore: This is the most common method, as it's relatively straightforward... the drooling maw opens, the prey is stuffed inside, the throat swallows, the victim slides to the belly, doom encroaches upon them. Her stomach is a twofold nightmare, however... it can either be a standard stomach, an immense putrid chamber of digestive slime and crushing, sticky flesh; or, it can be a portal to a pocket dimension of her realm, an infinite plain of nightmarish lashing tongues, giant maws, plush lips and oozing saliva. Sorath herself also has an immense, sticky tongue that she can use to tease her victims, or expedite their trip to her mouth via the lasso-and-slurp approach.
Breast Vore: Despite the fact that her breasts almost always contain piercings of some sort, she delights in consuming prey with the enormous orbs of fatty flesh. She can force her victims into the nipples, where they're trapped inside of a sticky, pillowy chamber of gooey flesh and thick, pudding-consistency 'milk'... a delicious, tainted mess that slowly warps the victim's mind, pulling them into a drugged, blissful state as the breast turns them into fat. Prey can also be crushed into her cleavage, forced down into a separate stomach or simply absorbed into the jiggling masses via her plush flesh.
Anal Vore: The demoness generally does not make waste, every last bit of her prey is consumed. Her rump, therefore, is simply another means to an end... prey are pulled into her intestines rather than her stomach, where they have their life force sucked out and their bodies absorbed.
Vaginal Vore: Not nurturing or loving in the least, if you end up here, you're just as doomed as you'd be anywhere else. The ride might be more pleasant, mind... the walls are silky and velvety and conform in all the right ways, rippling and squishing against you as you slide in... but once you're in, there's no getting out, and those walls keep on squishing and squeezing until the life has been sucked right out of you, those plush walls slurping your flesh away greedily. This is the end result of all sexual encounters with Sorath.
Hair Vore: Long, thick, warm and incredibly silky, Sorath's blonde tresses are a luscious ocean ready to swamp you with wave after wave of cushy, sweet-smelling strands. It's delightful and comforting, at first, and if you're lucky you'll fall asleep, your last memories those of a loving embrace as you're hugged and caressed and slowly, gently absorbed. If you're unlucky, though, you'll be smothered with a blob of blonde death, soaked with digestive fluids, sucking your flesh off of your bones even as it squeezes you as tight as can be.
Tail Vore: Sorath's tail isn't always present, as it's more or less an accessory tacked to her body on a whim, much like her piercings and horns. When it is, however, it's a potent vector for consumption... thick and powerful, it's also unfortunately totally lined with oozing flesh that grinds and smothers against victims that are vacuumed up into the appendage. Her tail is its own stomach, and digests victims on its own, but her tail can double as a huge suction tube to yank prey into her putrid guts from a distance.
Absorption: Contact with any part of Sorath's body means that you're in danger, as all it takes is a single thought on her part to meld your flesh into your own, her hands rubbing over you as she pushes you into her softness, snuffing your life out by dooming you as fat on her demonic form. At least it's painless, which is one of the better ways to go, all things considered!
Corruption and Transformation: The weak-willed sorts that remain around her are always in danger of being repurposed for her amusement. Whether warped into demonic minions or melded into huge, sentient sex toys, it's never a good thing to become raw flesh for her curiosity.
The Realm Of Consumption
Sorath's realm is a nightmarish place for most to visit... an infinite expanse of rippling pink flesh interspersed with plush lips, lashing tongues, deadly pits of digestive slime and other such things that make it a place few mortals can linger. One can only survive for so long without Sorath's escort... and even with her escort, one cannot trust anything there, as remember... she just wants you in her burbling guts, in the end.
The only living denizens other than Sorath herself (and the mortals who blunder in) are the fat, oozing monstrosities that Sorath refers to as Retrievers. Immense, nightmarish black worms, Retrievers are almost as constantly hungry as their creator, and it's their job to tear into the mortal realm and suck victims up. While it's not the only way to get to the Realm, nor is it the only way to encounter Sorath, the worms are the source of a constant supply of prey for Sorath and the realm in general.
Retrievers
Immense black worms of varying length and thickness, these multi-eyed monstrosities burrow into the real world, homing in on the emotions of particularly choice prey. Their entrance is a traumatic spray of gooey black ichor... victims are often assaulted and molested before being consumed entirely, and only when one has been completely devoured by a Retriever will they finally be transferred to the Realm of Consumption. Of course, not everyone the worms eat makes it that far... vigorous prey makes them hungrier, and they can't remain in the real world for very long, so a prolonged fight with a stubborn victim may result in said victim being digested before they even make it to Sorath or her world.
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