Food n Drink~ [Mild Sizeplay, Foodplay]

 Ogreis ducks slightly as he manages to find his way inside of his family cave, a new, expanded home compared to the one in his youth. Made both to accommodate his size and his status, it's nearly the area of some massive gymnasium in the more modern world, the low mouth a farce compared to the immense height of the roof, decorated along the walls with surprisingly elegant finger paintings of his bravery in battle, adorned with the skulls of various beasts and enemies that would try to oppose him or the tribe along with any other furnishings that his now regal wife would come to bring into his abode. He had become chieftan soon after maturity, not only do to his battle prowess, but also due to nearly a fourth of his tribe being made up of his brood alone, both facts thanks to the mystic, intelligent dealings of his mate. A hulking giant of near 11 feet almost seems like a child within the expansive walls, his flowing, cherry blossom pink hair reaching down to the middle of his massive slab of a back. His muscles are immense as well, the idle flex or tense making him appear as some statue with the immense rigidty and tautness his musculature demands, once barely scraped and scratched flesh now littered with trophies from previous fights, the most distinct of which being a massive scar running down the curve of his stomach. Age hasn't helped him slim down in the least, instead giving him a wide frame that would be considered fat if it weren't for the fact that it rippled with muscle through every inch. Hair has sprouted on his chest, almost whitish wisps that spring up in slight abundance, a somewhat large bushel leading down to a thin strip that follows the center of his body till reaching his groin. He's gathered something more resembling actual clothes for his lower half, a massive pelt that encircles his waist and dips down to his ankle on one side, exposing one mighty leg and barely covering his genitals, though a stained white cloth covers the slack there. It's reminiscent of briefs, though it's simply a tied little harness to keep his pride in check, any observant eye still able to make the vague shape of a bulge that could swallow the average head whole. "Mngh... Bella. Food ready now?" His voice had become deep, rugged, a testament to his new role of commanding the tribe. The food he was speaking of was his share of the hunt from the afternoon, a practice expedition to help train the younger generation in the art of battle. He, of course, went after the largest prey, the massive, tree felling mother of some wild boars that had made their home in the forest at the base of the mountain. It was around the size of a large boulder, and he had to break and snap it's legs and spine just to fit it through the door.

 Belladonna Arnell stood in a far corner of the monolithic cave, tending to what seemed to be a massive firepit, cut stone and blackened junglewood crackling beneath a roaring blaze. Belladonna herself had come to change quite a bit with her years in the tribe, having inherited the role of shaman among the oni, or whatever their equivalent of her work was among them. Her own physical form was quite something to behold, no longer the pale, hourglass figure she once was. Her skin was an impressive amber tone, tanned from her time in the jungle heat. All across her body laced tribal tattoos, blood red and winding as they marked her as one of their folk. Her once ample cleavage was now utterly massive, bronzed tits handing broad and to her gravid stomach, areolas and nipples far larger than any normal human would expect from a woman, some six inches across with lactating buts the size of her thumbs. Already thick form seemed to be even moreso at this point, the Sorceress having grown in many ways corpulent from her time spent either pregnant or tending to her young. She had forgone wearing anything long ago, save for ritual piercings in her earlobes, a bundle of bone needles that held her hair in a bun and a silver nose-ring that seemed to signify her as a sort of broodcow for the bulk of her tribe. Just the thought of it along had her chest swelling in pride, that she was not only wife to such a hulking stud of a demon, but mother to one of the most prominent tribes in the jungle. ever since her arrival she had managed to bring plenty to her new family beyond kin, her own magics and wit improving tribal life in many aspects. Some feet away was an example of such works, a rack of large, rubberwood kegs in which fermented a rum made from the best fruit the hunters could find. One such keg had been cracked open and sat next to the roaring fire, a red concoction that smelled sweet and intoxicating, a rather special varient of the drink Bella saved for her stud of a husband. As the aforementioned chieftain addressed her, she was quick to turn and greet him, bowing slightly as she waved a hand to the massive fire, over which The gargantuan direboar roasted upon a spit, mouth filled with an odd fruit and turned diligently by some manner of skeletal creation turning the crank, a think with red eyes and a crocodilian skull. "Just about Og dear~ come and eat whenever you're ready." She said in a deep, sing-song tone. With a wave of her hand the beasts turning of the spit stopped, and the flames dimmed to mere embers. Satisfied the woman moved over to the opened keg, dipping a finger into the drink and dragging her tongue along it, shivering slightly at the sweet taste as it seemed to radiate a feint warmth throughout her nude form.

 Ogreis smiled softly at the sight of that roasting boar, a deep inhale sending a lungful of it's scent through his nostrils, only to be released with a heavy, contented sigh. Piercing, golden eyes move from it to his wife, a gaze normally expressing ferocity showing a warmth that only she found from him, his form slowly squatting, powerful claves and thighs flexing and bulging before he eases himself into a sitting position before her, a dull, vibrating thud sounding off when his cheeks finally touch the ground. He's large enough to be just a bit taller than her even like this, his mighty arm able to reach her from there so a massive palm can scoot her exaggerated frame over towards him with a firm pat to the thighs, his other hand already poised to clasp her arm for her to be drawn even closer to him. His skin is still hot from being baked in the sun all day, the stench of sweat wafting off of him like a miasma, as well as the perfumed stench of the other tribeswomen that ground themselves on him in his spare time. With her pressed against his stomach, slightly lifted by a near body engulfing hug, he kisses her, massive, succulent lips near swallowing the entire lower half of her face in the embrace, a tongue even thicker than her neck trying to force it's way into her mouth. He tastes of fruit and drink, his slimy drool spreading the flavor throughout her mouth with every cheek bloating glob, the fat tip of that oral length tickling against the entrance to her throat, tastebuds smearing against the upper edges of her maw as he tries to roll and flutter his clumsy muscle about to no avail. She can feel his arm shifting lower, favoring to support her by her rear instead, pinching, kneading, mauling her massive flanks with a slightly trained hand, one that would probably crush any being without the fat of breeding on them, only providing a bruising grasp for her. Near half a minute of this passes before he finally pulls up for air, a knowing, rueful grin splitting his face as he reclines slightly, one hand propping him up. "Bring food closer. We eat together, long day."

 Belladonna Arnell took a deep, long drag of her lover's masculine scent as he drew her closer, eyes going a little cross as she reveled in his musk, something that intoxicated her, sending shocks of pleasure through her gravid frame. when she was finally drawn into that sloppy, passionate kiss Belladonna was quick to return his affection, her own meek tongue rolling around against Ogreis's massive oral muscle. She made no resistance to him, allowing his course hands to roam and squeeze her massive frame, heat and scent causing her bare monds to enflame and part ever so slightly, her own lust triggered by this perverse and decadent interaction. when her gigantic lover finally pulled away, her face was covered in a sheen of syrupy drool, the woman tonguing the air for a brief moment before she finally returned to herself. heeding his words, she simply nodded and snapped her fingers, her constructed servitor undead moving swift to bring the food before them. A layer of palm-leaves was laid out before them before the massive boar was hefted from its place upon the firepit and lugged towards the two of them. It fell to the 'plate' with a thud, the things then moving to bring forth a few of the special kegs next to the massive meal, as well as an assorted pile of foraged fruit collected from the other tribesfolk and piled to the side of the main course. Belladonna was handed a simple, if slightly large, earthenware mug of the red jungle rum, and sipped from it daintily while she sat in the inner thighs of her stud husband, resting her head against his massive, sinuous leg and taking a long drag of that sweaty, musky odor that was so familiar to her.

 Ogreis stares on in apparent marvel, still amazed by how something made of nothing but bones can move something things with such strength, ever impressed with his wife's skill in the arcane. He lazily grabs a barrel though, hefting it up to his mouth and letting the lovely concoction spill past his lips, gulping noisly while the excess drips down his chin, splattering atop her head and soaking through her hair. Of course, with her position, she notices the all too immediate affects of the brew on him, the once adequate coverings seeming slightly useless now as that meaty spire begins to rise and thrum within it's boundaries. The silken cloth begins to rub against her back, slowly stretched thin by the vein studded breeding behemoth behind it, every new glug causing a sudden shift in stiffness, creeping slowly up her back till it's tickling at the base of her skull, an appreciative grumble escaping the brute before he sets the 'mug' down beside him, gasping out for air. He reaches forward, gripping a leg and tearing it off the boar, greasy, steaming flesh parted easily by force before he brings it up to his lips, taking a broad bite and chewing nosily. The near scalding slime is slowly dripped from his lips down onto her front as he looks down on her with a smile, nodding in appreciation of her meal, even as his spare hand finds her breasts to idly grope and knead. His grip is wide enough to enclose both of them, pinched together and kneaded like toys, compressed within the cage of his palm at times, other times treated to slightly more gentle stimulations, though he always manages to pinch her teats together, the bulging nubs tugged and twisted upon abrasively before he lets them go to allow them to snap back into place.

 Belladonna Arnell groans in approval as she's so dirtily handled, biting teeth into plump lower lip as the coolness of drink and sting of grease sending sensational joy through her skin. It was the kneading of her chest that brought the most joy, massive feeding nipples dribbling milk against his coarse skin and down her meaty frame. Constant pregnancy had left her in a state of constant production, and she was always pleased that her husband was so eager to enjoy those tankards on her chest. plucking a large sort of prong that had been placed close to her, Belladonna partook of the wonderful meal as well, digging into the flank of the beast and pulling a steaming chunk of pork from it. With very undignified sounds she began tearing into the food, having become accustom to rather sloppier eating habits she noisily chewed away at the chunk, washing it down with her own mug of drink. She leaned back into the engorged breeding tool as she ate, a blush running across her face as the telltale scent of musk crept into her nostrils, the womans head moving from side to side against the thing behind her. "mmm, lovely meal, so glad you enjoy it~" she mewled with a mouthful of food, before swallowing and taking another massive bite, back pressing against the straining bulge with obvious intentions.

 Ogreis lets out a groan of delight, hips rolling against her head as she begins to swivel it against his loins, hands clenching down harder in a vice like grip as she begins to push her back against the stiffening pillar. It's not long before it's bowing under the strength of the silk, tearing noises let out whenever he shifts forward to take another piece of flesh off of his catch or to reach for another sip of that fine wine. Eventually, he doesn't even bother to grab her with the clean hand, sweaty, greasy, calloused fingers smearing slimy film against her fair flesh while crudely molesting her, sometimes poking a finger in her mouth to help push and stir about food as she begins to eat, other times caressing against her face before dipping right back down to squeeze a breast in his palm, letting the milk squirt out more to add to the messy mixture of fluids. She can feel him throbbing harder, the distinct, near arm thick veins that run up the sides of his cock beating hard against her with every second that passes, a wandering finger eventually finding it's way down from her chest, over her stomach and to her delta, poking inbetween her legs and smearing against her slit. His fingers, by now, have become large enough to completely smother those lower lips, thick enough to give her natural tightness a stretch as the tip wriggles and writhes it's way inside, the sharp contrast between the grooves of his fingerprint and the smoothness of his nail readily appearent as he strokes her inner walls, the sound of smacking lips and gulping ringing out through the cave as he does so.

 Belladonna Arnell openly moans at the gluttonous lust he displays on her, dragging her tongue across his course red skin whenever it draws to her mouth, tasting that heady cocktail of sweat and grease. she was swift to grind her cunt against his exploring finger, the monstrous digit easily spreading her folds, and the combination of heat and textures causing a dopey smile to spread against her face. Her hips gyrated against him throughout it all, setting her mug down to heft that massive milk tank on her chest to her mouth, taking a long, heavy drink of her own milk to fill with that mouthful of meat and fruit. It was all such a wonderfully decadent and hedonistic display that Belladonna couldn't help but love every moment of it, if there was one thing she enjoyed as much as being fat and pregnant, it was being utterly debased, like some sort of lurid animal, a thing of sex and delight. craning her neck backward, she dragged her tongue along the massive, straining bulge, the telltale tang of pre and musk immediately hitting her tongue, sending a shudder throughout that gravid form.

 Ogreis grunts as she simply licks at him, his eyes narrowing as he stops his assault on her depths, leaving her mons a sticky, gaping mess of her own natural lubricant before he pushes her forwards, forcing her to face the meal they made, damn near smearing her face in it while he shifts behind her, a greasy hand grabbing that loincloth and tearing it off of him, letting the beastly cum canon it hid free. It's ungodly, a near twenty inch long club of raw, untamed sexual desire made even more distressing by the nine inch girth it sports, pulsating, throbbing, spilling out globs of off white pre from the constantly winking jizz slit, his virility so ruthless, so needlessly powerful that even his dredges could probably knock up the tribe many times over. It seems that the cloth was holding back his stench too, for soon the miasma of fuck that oozes off of the sweaty log completely shrouds over the scent of boar that wafts through the air, save for the area closest to it, even then trying to overpower the scented air the moment it rises off of that prime meat. A new jug is grabbed, the wooden top popped off by a prying finger easily before it's tipped over slowly, a steady stream splashing over her form now that he's let it go, steadily drenching her in a fine layer of red wine, getting her sticky with the stuff. "Sexy woaman..." He sneers as he sets the jug down, only to deliver a wet, echoing smack to her upturned cheeks, returning to his laid back sitting posture afterwards, his dick standing proudly in the air. His balls rest against the stone below, swollen just as her breasts to a near pendulous, comical size, a few veins snaking up along them as well, larger than gallon jugs and even more densely filled with constantly churning seed. He wipes her head down with his underwear, only to leave it draping against her, the concentrated stench of a day's sweating cutting into her brain immediately. "U come now... We mate~"

 Belladonna Arnell gasped as she was shoved forward, beginning to get onto her elbows, only to feel her muscles quake and her head fall back onto her breasts as that... smell hits her. Its thick, its like steam, a cloying, oily smell of sweat and cum and musk, a consecrated pheromone that drove her wild with its merest hint. she was a scant few inches away from the broiled, charred skin of that massive pork meal, the guttural smell of cum and carnal stench of food forming a combination that set her body ablaze, funnily enough considering she was immediately chilled to some extent by the surprise torrent of lust-drugged wine. It got her skin tingling with the sticky sweet scent of jungle fruit and alcohol, another layer to that wretchedly hedonistic display the two of them were wrapped up in, a display belladonna wouldn't trade for anything in the world. As if the depravity couldn't get any deeper, Belladonna was swiftly molested by those dirty, cum-stained wrags her husband used for wrappings, the immediate stench of old cum and warm sweat like a punch to her gut. She moaned, a long, needy moan like the bitch in heat she was, her ass raised upward and cunt freely parting like a flower for her horny mate. "f-fuck me, breed me, fuck meeee~" she mewled, rolling her hips back towards him in a haze of drunken, animalistic desire. She knew she could take him, she had made sure she could take him, through ritual, training and will she made sure that her womb would always be able to take his length, and that she could always be her lover's prime and only fucksleeve, his breeding mate.

 Ogreis smiles and shifts himself forward, one hand pressed firm against her back, keeping her steadily in place while the other grabs against her slutty flank, of course nearly easily secured in that broad palm, stopping the rolling of her hips long enough for him to push his flared crown up against her hungry flower. He gives a tender thrust at first, impossibly huge fuck meat bending just slightly, flesh wrinkling near the middle and veins pushing hard against that fuck hide, pre spurting out in heavy globs that sink into her folds before a torturous grinding and a lewd SHLLK of flesh against flesh rings out, his cock only managing to get the tip inside of her before slipping out and inbetween those sumptuous cheeks. He grunts, the sudden and unneeded stimulation making him hungrier for her, drawing back slow so that every subtle ridge in his loins can drag against her anal star before he tries again, this time pulling her back as he pushes in. This time, there's success, a low howl of delight erupting from the chieftain's lips as her cunt is stretched wide around his dick, bulged out and plugged up more and more as he forces it deeper inside. The individual rhythms of those veins thrum against her inner walls as he thrusts and bucks the rest of his shaft inside of her, the constant flexing of the cum vein along the bottom of his dick allowing a proper anticipation for each wad of pre spunk that's pushed up. Hands drag her against the stone to bring her ever closer while pelvis moves out to meet her mons, not stopping till the heavy cum factories he sports are resting on the backs of her calves and the bottom of her thighs, the bulk of his massive frame shadowing over her while he crudely pumps and thrusts inside, hammering against her inner sanctum with short, clumsy, crude spurts of energy and lust, renewed whenever he reaches out to shovel food in his maw, slowed when he brings a helping down to her.

 Belladonna Arnell bits her lower lip to nearly break the skin as she squeals in delight like the sow before them, stomach stretching and bulging as the monstrosity of a dick shoves its way inside her. She was so well shaped for him by this point, perfectly accustomed for his size and width, yet still tight and unbroken enough to milk him dry whenever they set into their heady rutting. By the time she at least was hilted, the massive bulge seemed to stretch her body so that it pressed between her distended breasts. she could feel every vein and pulse of his turgid staff, the pump of veins and spurt of pre like a thrumming, second heart to her own beat. whenever he offered a massive handful of that greasy, steaming meal to her, the woman was quick to grab it, gnashing and chewing at the well prepared meat as she herself was skewered, utterly lost in the wondrous feeling of fullness, yet reveling in the hunger she still felt. Sticky with milk, wine, grease and sweat she openly moaned and howled around a mouthful of food, the sound no doubt stretching well out of the cave, perhaps even to the tribe below. Not that belladonna cared, let the Oni hear them, let them envy, this was their hulking, masculine king, and she was his slutty queen.

 Ogreis lets out a gentle groan, rising into harsh gasps and moans of ecstasy to add to the hedonistic howls of his lover. never once ceasing his thrusting, battering into her deepest sanctuary with a relentless, cruel ferocity only softened by the lack of complete mobility he has in the situation. Greasy breath fills the air around him, slime soaked hands smacking down on her rear as he continues to pump away, eyes growing hazy as pleasure overtakes him and heart hammering in his chest, the convulsing of that love tunnel around his cock keeping him in a constant state of edged bliss. A particularly pleasurable squeeze sends him over, a flattening her ass against his groin while he buries his cock as deep into her as he possibly can, huffing and groaning in delight while his climax begins to take him. Steaming nut sludge shoots out in heavy slugs that punch against the back of her womb and slosh about as they settle in that fertile cavity, the first gush enough to easily bloat her three months into term, the next few pearly white, tar thick bombshells only increasing that paunch almost comically fast. Every virile tadpole is felt as it clogs up her fallopian tubes, the frothing, bubbling brew pushing all the way to her ovaries, bathing her eggs in his seed, filling her to complete and utter capacity before the excess slowly oozes out from her cock stuffed cunt. She can feel balls hiking, rising, tense as rocks and throbbing in delight as they let loose their heavy load, a shuddering oni chieftain above her leaning against her, giving the occasional roll and shift of his hips just to help urge out the rest of his potent brew.

 Belladonna Arnell yelps as her lover's massive weight presses down against her, pressing her hard against the stone floor. Its only when that first cannonball of cum punches her womb that she herself hits orgasm, her brain and senses conditioned to climax when her titan stud pumped her full of fertile slime. A breathless, groaning orgasm rocks her as she milks Ogreis for all he's worth, her mass stomach distending out and to the sides as cum floods her womb, stuffing her full and drowning her eggs in potent swimmers. her hands dig deep into her own chest in response, jets of creamy milk shooting out in decadent excess as Belladonna's eyes cross, lips purse and tongue lolls out in pure, ahegao-inducing  joy. Fuck if breeding didn't set her body on fire, getting knocked up with musky cum and filled full of child. It was all made even more wonderful by the sensations that wrapped around her, scent, taste and touch, it was all what belladonna could hope for out of life. with a full stomach and full womb, bella couldn't think of a better position than being pinned down and pumped like the mare she loved to be. "yeeeeeeesss" she hissed as her head rested on her own engorged tits, ass hitching and shaking with both her own aftershocks of orgasm and the twitching of Ogreis's massive sac.

 Ogreis keeps her pressed firmly against him, occasionally twitching and shuddering in pleasure as he lets loose the last of his load within her, the final powerful slugs churning her up on the inside for one last time before he slumps over to the side, still connected to her, keeping her firmly locked against his frame. He gasps and pants in delight, leaning in to give a sloppy, tongue filled kiss to her cheek before lounging about once again, picking from the food left over idly and cuddling with his tribal wife. That seed sets within her, anxious to claim every egg she makes for as long as it swims about within her womb, hands occasionally giving her gravid belly firm squeezes just to slosh that semen about inside of her.