Your only purpose is being this powerful being’s prey. There s no way around this fact. When Sydney smelled you in the crowd, smelled that delicious fear radiating off of you, she knew instantly that you were destined to become her dinner. You’re fearful in her presence, trembling, and rightfully so! She sniffs you lustily, licks her lips, and describes how much she loves that aroma of absolute terror wafting off of you. What’s the matter? Don’t you want to help plump this powerful being’s belly? Don’t you crave helping fill out her curves? Frankly what you want doesn t matter, man prey - you are designed to be devoured by a powerful beast like Sydney! Terror glues you to your seat as Sydney sniffs, teases, and tastes you, building up the anticipation for her appetite before you’re finally finished. Your fear fuels her further and further, you taste you good that she’s drooling, and every time she licks your face you can feel your fate become even more sealed. Your destiny is to be a p
