The more you thought about it, the more breakfast sounded good. You didn't need food, but you liked it nevertheless. You thought about having one of your girls cook you something delicious, feeding it to you while they rode your dick...
...But you thought about it some more, and wondered if you could try turning one of your girls into food. They always respawned, ready for more, and tasted just as good.
...Hell, going along that train of thought, he could always visit the Pantry, where his Preysluts lived. Those girls lived to be eaten by him, whole and alive, or roasted, or just torn apart by his teeth, over and over again. There were even versions of Cerea and Rachnee there.
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