"You just don't understand, James, do you? You sweet, confused thing," she says, reaching out a hand and placing it on your thigh. The unexpected contact brings a tingle to your spine, and you feel a slight pressure in your crotch as you feel gentle warmth through your clothes.
"Men are food, of course. Yes, I have eaten my fair share of boys and young men, and some of them even enjoyed it. It's not something I get philosophical about. Guys get eaten by girls. That's just the way things work. Sooner or later, most guys end up either married, or eaten. We all die sooner or later, anyway, don't we?"
Lisa ponders for a moment, as you try not to look too horrified and battle the conflicting thoughts of horror and fascination running through your brain. Her hand shifts a little, but stays on your thigh.
"I suppose it is a pretty cool thing, to vore. I mean, if the guy is willing, it's a lovely experience for both. If the guy isn't, well, the excitement of the hunt kicks in and the feeling of power you get and the sexual excitement in overpowering and engulfing your victim is pretty awesome, too." The girl starts getting rather excited as she talks, and color comes into her cheeks, before she looks back at you and stops. Maybe she saw a look of horror on your face? You hope that's what is coming through and not the fact that you think you are actually getting a bit turned on by all this, especially being this close to a sexy predator girl. Who still has that hand on you. You're glad the folds of your pants hide your mounting erection. Mostly.
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