Tales of the Covenant

TALES OF THE COVENANT, PART 2

Zim, like other members of the Covenant, had a diet that allowed him to partake of the flesh of

living beings. And usually he preferred them sauced?like this one.

"MUFFAFUDDA!"

"What?"

"MUFFAFUDDA!?"

"Ooh, such naughty language?" He remarked to the naked human, who was tied-up on the table.

He had poured a fine barnaise over the muscular, brown-haired male and was calmly poking the

butt cheeks. "Hmm. Nice and ripe." He announced, rubbing his chin. "Hmm. Should I really be

doing this? I mean, now that the Lazarus Field?s erected, vigilante justice is so rampant. I mean

YES, it feels satisfying picking on criminals like this, but shouldn't I be concerned with the

moral and ethical repercussions??"

He then snorted. "Who am I kidding? This is a vore story. NOBODY is EVER concerned with

the moral or ethical repercussions of their actions! Now then!"

He walked around to the front of the human and jabbed a needle into the man to get him to shut

up even further, filling him with enough sedatives to take down a VERY large horse. Satisfied,

he began to cut the man up into large, thick strips of meat, starting with the feet and working his

way up from there.

Soon he was left with only the head, which was very much intact. He held it up and grinned,

biting into it like it was watermelon and chomping away. Soon red covered his green skin and he

grinned, spitting out bone instead of seed to the ground. It had been a good meal for him. He

liked it when they were still alive when he ate them?well, MOSTLY alive.

But most importantly of all, what he enjoyed was when they were alive and UNAWARE of their

impending death. It made things more...fun...for him.  

He was an insectoid-like being, wearing a maroon garb on his body along with black gloves and

boots, though his green skin was exposed on his arms and legs. He liked showing off the fact that

he?d gotten a bit buffer. Been workin? out. Busting his delts.

But today he had to be exercising his mind by trying a new little trick. It was called ?the fake

white lenses? trick. Now he looked blind to the world?but that was part of the plan, you see, for

he was going out to eat with another being, somebody who was really quite a sweet being,

almost the total opposite of him...the snake magus King. King had green scaled skin, golden eyes,

and three-clawed hands with blue hair that fell down in thick locks around his head, spiking up at

the top almost like a mohawk. King was quite famous, being one of the first freedom fighters of

the Covenant to reach out to Earth when they were trying to fight back against the dark menace

of the Vore Clan.

King also had an ENORMOUS harem of women. All of them were criminals who'd been caught

in the act, be it robbery, attempted murder, rape, etc, etc...and all had pleaded for mercy and

forgiveness from the serpent.  

You would think that he'd just laugh. But King was one of the kindest souls in all the galaxy. He

spared them and welcomed them into his harem. And now that the Lazarus Effect had been

erected...

"Ally wants me to vore her today." King announced to Zim as Zim brushed his teeth free of

some skin left over from last night's meal. "How do you think I should do it?"

"Hmm. Ally, Ally...is she the one who's got the voice that's overly chipper?"

"No, she's the one who sounds like Christie Brinkley."

"OH, well in THAT case, do that special you've been planning."

"You think she's ready?"

"Oh yes." Zim agreed, nodding. "Now then...could you drop me off at the corner on Fifth and

Main?"

"Oh not AGAIN. I told you, we don't go going after innocents! We don't just grab people off the

street and EAT them!"

"This isn't just anybody off the street. I've been noticing those girls? The ones with the piercing

on their ears who are ALWAYS coming out of that Starbucks around 10:00?"

"...AHH. I see. Alright, fair enough...I get what you're up to..."

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...

... "Spare some change, good sir?" Zim asked of the people walking nearby. He was now wearing

raggedy clothes, a big, dumb-looking hat and his eyes that could not see were pleadingly looking

around. "Spare some change for a poor, blinded Irken?"

"Oh, poor dear." One woman said.

SMPT! Some bills were put into the cup he held up. "Bless you, ma'am." He called to the woman.

"Spare some change?"

"Pfft. Yeah right." Another said, walking right on by.

"Spare some change, sir?"

"Fine, here."

Some change was tossed at him and he picked them up off the ground, feeling around as best he

could and then trying to put them into the cup. He heard some young women talking loudly,

laughing, coming near.

"Spare some change, misses?"

"Are you sick in the head?" One woman asked, leaning down to get into his face?for the

hundredth day in a row. Zim had been keeping track. He and his fellow Irkens enjoyed going

after petty and cruel people over outright criminals every now and then. These girls were

one such example. This would not be the first bum or derelict they'd mocked, insulted or

possibly beaten up.

But it WOULD be the last.

"Get a JOB, you bum!"

"Ma'am, please, I can't really support myself with this-"

"Boo-hoo, cry me a river!" The young red-head went on, placing her hands on her large hips and

swinging them around, laughing. "You don't look too hurt besides being blind."

"I also got a TERRIBLE wound on my chest..." He added. "But you probably shouldn't see it, it's

not meant for a lady's eyes-"

"Lemme SEE!" The woman snapped.

"But there will be blood everywhere!" He insisted.

Well, she didn't listen, just grabbing his clothes and pulling them open to see his chest...

And getting too close. His eyes flashed with hunger and his jaws opened wide as he clamped

down on her head, his teeth biting into her. Her friends watched in horror as he began chewing

eagerly, munching and crunching until at last her head was gone, vanished down his gullet. He

then grabbed the rest of her body and pulled it towards his mouth, stripping the flesh, meat and

fat from it completely, then crunching down the bones.  

In a matter of minutes, during all of that time the young woman's friends had just stood there in

horror, Zim had finished her completely and was now patting his stomach, belching.

"Told her there'd be blood everywhere." He laughed, licking the blood off his gloves. "Ooh,

cherry flavored? WANT A TASTE?!" He sneered, holding the gloves off.  

MEANWHILE...

King was caressing a beautiful Lebanese woman with shoulder-length dark brown hair, and

kissing her on the forehead. She had been chosen for a "very special something", according to

the magus.

After carefully undressing her, he laid her on his bed and allowed her to get on top. But she soon

found that even with her hammering away and him thrusting in deeper and deeper, HE was even

more wild about this than SHE was. So she finally stopped the aggression on her end and

allowed him to penetrate deeper and deeper until at last he broke through the maidenhead and he

exploded within her womb.

Cum dripped from her clit as she lay down next to him, gasping in pleasure as he licked her

breasts loving. Then he held her face in his claws, gazing deeply into her blue eyes.

"I have another present for you." He added. "Come...lie down on my stomach, rest your head. I

know you're tired." He crooned to her.

She nodded happily and laid her head atop his stomach as he stroked her hair, smiling warmly.

She then noticed something was there...she felt her ear resting on a little opening. A bellybutton?

Yes, it was...and suddenly it opened wider and she found herself falling down, straight into his

stomach. The navel acted like a throat, gulping her down. Soon only her strong legs remained

outside King's stomach, then only her feet, then nothing. He placed his claws upon his stomach

as he felt her swirl around within his juices.  

The effect within was soothing, like a hot jacuzzi. At first it was almost uncomfortably warm,

but then...a blissful peace entered her mind and she sighed as she felt her body dissolve away,

not knowing any pain as she sustained King.

King let out a long sigh as the large bulge in his stomach became squishy, then vanished a few

minutes later. So good...so sweet. And tomorrow she'd awake in her bed to find him standing

there, waiting to place himself within her again. She'd been worth this, he thought. It had been a

LOVELY tickling feeling to have her go into his stomach that way...

He looked down at his large cock, rubbing his chin. Perhaps he could introduce her to his shaft in

a different way...she would definitely enjoy it all the same. Oh yes...she AND he would

definitely enjoy it.