So far you've lived most of your gluttonously pampered life free of potential predation or challenge, the biggest proverbial fish in your pond - but now you're on the mainland, with far less puny standards than your archipelago homeland.
Treated like an overlord vorequeen back home or no, you decide you'll start slow with your intent to promptly break the rules and feast at your leisure now that you've reached the Cockvore Stadium.
The place you heard of even in your isolated corner of the world's oceans - you'll respect it, even as you shamelessly continue to do as you wish.
...And so, no high-visibility or ambitious cocksnack targets.
For now.
You wait, skin invisible and transparent dress camouflaged by a cummy backdrop, taking in all the new sights as you look for good targets. Your prehensile tale folds between your legs, brushing against your sack as it rises to encircle your cock like a ring of flexing meat. You add your grippy hands to the mix and slowly jack your cock, working yourself to a vorish state of arousal. Your two-foot schlong with its tapered tip rises and hardened under your attention, its large slit readily oozing pre. Slick wetness slides down your cock and drips to the floor in turn, and your balls gurgle as you see so many races you'd only heard of in stories. Lions, bulls, wolves, hippos, and all manner of far larger lizard like iguanas and komodos all regularly loom over you, twice or more your weight. You can't remember the last time there was anyone back home who could manhandle you, and here you see scores of them!
Raptly taking it all in, you act mostly on instinct as you whip your tongue out to encircle a passing, waist-high gecko's throat and jerk him towards your throbbing cock.
It's over before anyone can notice or you can think your urges through; the unattended and easily overpowered cocksnack's engulfed by your ravenous cock, their body bulging within your urethra. About as big as one of your thick and femininely curvy legs, your impromptu prey makes your cantaloupe-sized nuts stretch to accommodate their bulk. Soon you're swaddling a freshly filled sack, no one having noticed your snatched meal. Invisible beside the passing crowds you delight in how your sack churns and gurgles them into cum, and you happily pump out your gallons of load right down your own throat, making your potbelly bulge out even larger.
You snowball swap your cum from belly to balls, from balls to belly, sloshing and tasting it over and over, it goes back and forth as you reabsorb a bit more each time until in the end, you're licking your fingers with not a drop of your pleasure spilled.
You're a greedy dickgirl like that - and now that you've had a meal to settle your nerves in this environment so rife with unfamiliar risk, you try to come up with a proper mealplan.
Looking over the current state of the crowds, who's going where, what staff are guarding which doors, and who's entering a secluded bathroom alley, you take stock of your options.
For all that many of the new races you're seeing are largely your physical superiors - and oh how that thought's novelty excites - they are, in the end, a varied people like any other. For every hulking bull more than twice your size, you see those you still outweigh. While some felines, tigers and lions in particular are towering masses of muscle and vorishly veiny virility, you see plenty of puny kitties you're sure you could slurp down without issue. Other than dragons and some particularly titanic creatures like dinosaurs, whales, krakens or the like, you see opportunity everywhere... and if you took your time you're sure you could single out samples of whatever you wanted~
Besides the smattering of opportunities, there's a specific group amongst the masses that catches your eye. Leaving a sticky trail in their wake that has people getting their feet stuck, more than a dozen different types of slug-people slowly squish their way towards a nearby bathroom. They're all bipedal, most of them smaller than you and not a one of them meaningfully larger, and not a one looks to be strong or fit. You're pretty sure you could take any of them - and their glistening slime tantalizes. You've always enjoyed the stickier properties of cum, and these fanciful creatures that seep such delightful fluids... you want to feast on them. With how dull they sound, talking about some gastropod champion they're here to see, you bet it'd be easy to serial predate on them, and fill your sack to bursting with slimy slug-snacks.
Considering the most appealing options you see amongst the masses, you...
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