It is a while, ten minutes at least, before anything appears, but you are nothing if not patient. Slow and steady wins the race, as they say. And sure enough, after a bit more waiting, your eyes catch a pair of young fae fluttering down from the branches.
One is slim, a flaxen blonde with a lithe, slender form and pale, creamy skin. She is certainly pretty, by primate standards, but all you care about is her holes and her meat. She's not much of a meal, with her slender figure, but then when are her sort? It usually takes at least three plump fae to fill your stomach, and even then you'll usually still have room for more.
The other, though, is comparatively meatier than her friend, with a generous bum and bosom, and dark mahogany skin. Her hair is longer than the blonde's, as well, not that you particularly care about that, and it is just a tint shy of jet black.
You open your mouth infinitesimally wider, very slowly, in anticipation of the coming meal. Your phallus, also, you prepare to distend from your cloaca, just in case you feel the urge to have some fun with your prey.
The faeries come down, landing in front of you on the rock. They are whispering to one another, though you have never bothered trying to learn the language of these snacks, so all you can gather is that they are curious about the shiny object -- the tip of your tongue.
Again, you would have grinned were you able, physically or mentally. But instead, you simply gauge the prospects of your newest victims (because now that they are this close, they simply will not be able to fly away fast enough to escape your jaws unless you actively let them).
The black haired one is the plumper, looking more immediately appetizing, and that one your hunger prods you to devour first and at once. The blonde is also appetizing, of course, in the way that all faeries are, but this one you are pondering having some fun with before eating. The screams of ones you mount before devouring always manage to whet your appetite.
But another part of you considers simply eating both in one go. It would hardly be a challenge, with how closely together they stood, and certainly you could easily fit both and more with room to spare into your stomach.
What do you do?
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