Vore warning - It's a retelling of chapter 40.
At each passing tick of the clock, a new possible future opens.
This is what those are. Possible futures that might have happened.
Luka and Nina were stealing the panties just as planned, their plan to create clones going smoothly.
However, before they could even get inside Alma Elma's room, right in front of the front door—
It suddenly opened with a slam.
"Get inside, Eva," Alma Elma growled, shoving the useless succubus inside. "I swear, making me fall in this snack bar… Now all of my clothes are ruined and my wings are hurting again."
"Hey! It's not my fault you hovered too close to the oil vat," Eva shot back, rubbing her arm with a pout.
Luka froze mid-step, Nina bumping into his back with a muffled yelp. They exchanged a wide-eyed glance—caught red-handed before the heist even finished.
Alma Elma's head snapped toward them, blinking. "Well, well," she chuckled, noticing the panties in Luka's hands. "What do we have here? Some naughty thieves?"
Nina clutched the stolen panties tighter, shoving them behind her back as Luka stammered, "Uh—Wow! You are back so soon from the beach! What a surprise!"
Alma blinked, then smirked, stepping closer. Her oil-streaked silk clung to her frame, wings twitching with faint irritation. "Yes. Eva decided to throw me in a snack bar and I fell inside the vat of boiling oil. But what's your story, Luka…♪?" she giggled, stepping closer. "Planning a fashion show without me?"
"Uh, no, we—" Luka floundered, sweat beading on his brow as Nina elbowed him sharply in the ribs.
"We were just… inspecting them!" Nina cut in, voice pitching high. "For, uh, quality control! Safety reasons!"
"Safety," Alma Elma echoed, her smirk sharpening into something predatory. She crossed her arms, the faint scent of fried oil wafting off her. "You're both very funny but today I am quite angry, so…" she smirked. "Vinum? Is it okay if I punish them myself?"
"Of course," Vinum sighed from behind her. "I'll check the statuette first."
Alma Elma's grin widened, sharp and predatory, as Vinum's footsteps faded down the hall. She cracked her knuckles, the sound echoing like a warning shot. "How about you come help me take this grease off me, you two? Since you're so keen on getting close to me."
Luka took a shaky step back, hands raised. "Look, we're sorry! It's Nina who got me into this—!"
"IT'S HIS FAULT!" Nina shrieked, jabbing a finger at him. "He's the one who said he wanted to clone you to replace you!"
That little traitor! Luka's mind screamed, his jaw dropping as he glared at her.
"Clone me?" Alma Elma's smirk faltered, her face twisting into a mock pout. "What, bored of the original already, Luka? Am I not enough for you?"
"That's—"
Meanwhile, upstairs, Vinum inspected the statuette on Luka's desk, her fingers tracing its contours. Satisfied it was intact, she nodded and turned back toward the stairs, oblivious to Eva slipping into the room behind her. The clumsy succubus padded in on silent feet, her eyes glinting as they landed on the gleaming device.
"Oh, shiny!" Eva chirped, darting forward. She poked at the statuette, her fingers fumbling over its delicate surface—until a sharp crack split the air. "Oops!" She flinched, jerking back as a faint hum sputtered from the broken device.
"This is bad, isn't it?" she muttered, her legs trembling as she glanced around. "I better hide—fast!" She ran away, back to her room.
Back downstairs, Alma Elma's pout morphed into a wicked grin, her patience evaporating. "Replace me, huh? Well, let's see how you like being part of me instead." She lunged, snagging Luka by the collar before he could bolt. He yelped, legs kicking as she hoisted him effortlessly, her oil-streaked wings flaring despite their ache.
"Wait—wait!" Luka pleaded, clawing at her grip. "It was a joke! A bad one! Nina's lying!"
"Am not!" Nina snapped, edging toward the door—only for Alma's tail to whip out, coiling around her ankle and yanking her back. She hit the floor with a thud, scrabbling uselessly.
"I am quite famished you see, and I know a way to punish you two…♪"' Alma Elma licked her lips suggestively, making Nina shudder in anticipation. "But first, let's go upstairs and take a bath…♪"
Alma dragged them upstairs, Luka dangling from her grip like a ragdoll and Nina stumbling in her tail's unrelenting coil. She poured a tub full of hot water while holding them tight. She stripped her greasy clothes and his while holding Nina away.
Into the tub she plunged, pulling Luka in with her, the water sloshing as she settled him against her. "Don't look at me like that, Luka…" Alma chuckled, her voice a low, teasing hum as she caught his wide, panicked eyes. "It'll feel good, I promise. You might even beg me for more…♪"
"I-I'm serious Alma! I don't like this!"
Alma's chuckle deepened, brushing off his protests as she ran a hand through his damp hair, her touch deceptively gentle. "Oh, you'll change your tune soon enough," she purred, her tail releasing Nina only to shove her toward the tub.
"Get in. Scrub him down—I want my Luka spotless."
Nina hesitated, but a sharp flick from Alma's wing sent her scrambling into the water. She grabbed a cloth, hands shaking as she swiped at Luka's shoulders, muttering, "This is your fault, you know."
"My fault?!" Luka hissed, flinching as Alma's fingers traced his spine. "You're the one who pushed the cloning idea!"
"Quiet," Alma snapped, her patience thinning as she sank deeper into the tub, steam curling around her. "I'm having a really rough day, and seeing you trying to replace me is getting my mood sourer. Besides, you will come back as good as new once I'm done and I'll give you a lot of aftercare, okay…♪?"
Luka's stomach twisted, her words offering no comfort as Nina scrubbed harder, her cloth scraping his skin raw. "Aftercare?" he muttered, voice barely above a whisper. "I'm still not liking this, you know?"
"You lucky bastard…" Nina growled from behind. "You don't even realize how good you'll feel."
"Okay, it should be fine now," she giggled, running a hand through his hair. "Time to scrub me, Nina. It will be good relaxation while I punish our little thief here."
"It was Nina's idea…" Luka mumbled as he felt her tail shift closer to him.
"If it is, I will punish her in bed," Alma Elma chuckled, the tip of her tail suddenly sucking on the soles of his feet. "Now be a good boy and squirm for me Luka, consider it your temporary punishment," she licked her lips, the tip of her tail suddenly opening to suck in his foot entirely.
"W-Wait!" Luka panicked, the strange feeling of his foot being massaged by walls of flesh taking over him. "Really Alma, I'm not joking! Your tail really freaks me out!" his eyes began to tear up.
"Luka…" Alma Elma wiped them with her thumb, her lips planting on his forehead in a tender kiss. "I promise it will feel extremely good. Even better than having sex with me. Just relax and let go, okay?"
Luka's breath hitched, his tears mingling with the steam as Alma's tail pulsed around his foot, its grip tightening. "I don't want this…" he whispered, his voice trembling, but Alma only smiled, mistaking his fear for reluctance.
"You'll thank me later," she purred, her tail sliding higher, sucking in his calf with a wet slurp . Nina kept scrubbing Alma's back, her movements mechanical, her eyes darting between Luka's distress and Alma's calm delight.
"Stop whining," Nina muttered. "I would love to be in your place."
"Shut up you damn pervert!" Luka snapped, jerking against the tail's hold, but it only tightened, pulling his lef in up to the knee. "Alma, please—let me out!"
Alma sighed, her patience thinning as she cupped his face, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Just look at me, okay? It'll feel good once I get up to your waist," she chuckled, catching his second leg and sucking it to his knee. "I'm going to give you a lot of love throughout the day with my tail…♪"
Luka's heart pounded, his struggles growing frantic as Alma's tail crept higher, its warm, fleshy walls enveloping his thighs. "No—no, stop!" he choked out, tears streaming as he clawed at the water, but the tail's grip was relentless, pulling him deeper inch by inch.
"Shh, relax," Alma cooed, her voice a soothing hum as she stroked his cheek. "It's just a little punishment. You'll come back good as new, and I'll pamper you after." Her tail surged forward, sucking him in up to his waist, the pulsing flesh squeezing tight around his hips.
"Holy shit he is swallowed up to his waist!" Nina chuckled, pausing her scrubbing to look at the scene.
"More scrubbing, less talking, you," Alma snapped, shooting her a glare. Then her tone softened, a wicked grin curling her lips as she turned back to Luka. "Now, you're all hard inside my tail, Luka…♪" She rubbed his shaft through the slick flesh, her touch teasing and firm. "Go 'spurt, spurt' inside me, and you'll be just fine, okay?"
"Ah…" Luka let out a breathless moan, his body shuddering as the fluids within her tail coated his skin and member. The aphrodisiac sting of her digestive juices flooded his senses, overwhelming his resistance. "Alma…"
"What?" she purred, her tail pulsing rhythmically around him.
"Why does this feel shooo goood …" he muttered, a dazed smile flickering across his face as his cock twitched, releasing inside her tail. His body slackened, tension melting into a haze of reluctant pleasure.
Alma's grin widened, delight sparkling in her eyes as her tail pulsed faster, sucking Luka in up to his chest. "See? I told you," she teased, stroking his hair as his head lolled slightly, caught in the euphoric grip of her fluids. "You're loving it now."
Nina snorted, resuming her scrubbing with a smirk. "Told you he'd cave. Lucky bastard."
"Shut up," Luka slurred, his voice weak as the tail enveloped his shoulders, the warm flesh pressing tight. His mind swam, torn between lingering fear and the intoxicating rush, but he couldn't fight anymore. With a final slurp , the tail swallowed him completely, his form reduced to a wriggling bulge along its length.
"Phew…" Alma Elma let out a long contented sigh, the feeling of a warm meal inside her tail making her all tingly inside. She dropped the tail on the floor beside the tub and grabbed Nina. "Now, young girl. I want you to clean me properly, okay?"
"Y-Yes…" Nina nodded with drool coming out of her mouth, her eyes snapping to the bulge in her tail, writhing and moaning from the pleasure.
Nina's hands trembled as she scrubbed Alma's back, her strokes slow and distracted, her attention fixed on the tail's swollen coils. The bulge twitched, Luka's form shifting inside, his faint, ecstatic groans echoing through the flesh. "He's… really enjoying it, huh?" she muttered, her voice thick with a mix of envy and awe.
"Of course he is," Alma Elma chuckled while giving a little squeeze on her tail, drawing a gasp from inside. "Ufufu… I can't wait to see what reaction he will have once he wake up on his bed."
"Am I next?" Nina asked, a sultry grin spreading across her face as she leaned closer, her scrubbing all but forgotten.
"No," Alma sighed, her tone shifting to a teasing lilt as she slid her fingers down Nina's crotch, brushing lightly. "You're going to be punished another way, young girl. I'll make you cum a hundred times until you can't think anymore…"
"Ah... Ahah… Getting toyed with while he gets digested…"
"You perverted girl…" Alma sighed, grabbing her with a smirk and beginning to toy with her as she pleased. "I'll make you scream…♪"
As Alma worked on Nina in the tub, her fingers deft and relentless, Luka's muffled moans softened into silence. Alma's rising excitement fueled her tail, accelerating the digestion process, the bulge smoothing out as his form dissolved within.
Nina's gasps filled the steamy air, her body arching under Alma's touch as pleasure overtook her senses. "Oh—yes—more!" she panted, her mind fraying with each wave, oblivious to the stillness settling in Alma's tail. The bulge that had been Luka ceased twitching, its contours fading into a soft, uniform swell.
Alma smirked, her focus split between Nina's unraveling and the lingering satisfaction of her tail's meal. "See? You're loving this," she purred, her tail resting heavily beside the tub, its work seemingly done. "He'll be back soon, pouty and pampered, while you're a mess."
Nina's cries peaked, her body trembling as Alma pushed her past another edge, her mind too clouded to notice the silence from the tail. Alma hummed contentedly, oblivious to the absence of Luka's usual post-digestion squirming, her excitement hastening what she assumed was a routine punishment.
Hours later, Alma Elma drew in the soup inside her tail to her stomach and finished playing with Nina, the girl a complete twitching mess stuck to her chest. "Phew… That was a good workout," Alma Elma chuckled as she patted her slightly distended belly. "Good Luka soup and a girl to pass the time…♪"
She stood up from the tub and dried herself with a towel. "Now…" she whispered, a cheeky smile on her face. "Time to meet my dear Luka and give him a good pampering…♪"
She pushed the door of the bathroom and peeked into his bedroom.
"Luka…♪" she said in a sing-song tone as she opened the door fully.
But he wasn't there.
Alma's smile faltered, her brow furrowing as she stepped into the empty room. The bed sat untouched, sheets crisp and cold. "Luka?" she called again, her voice losing its playful lilt. Silence answered her, thick and unnerving.
"Hmm," she muttered, tapping her chin as she glanced around. "Maybe he's sulking somewhere else." Her tail swished behind her, its earlier bulge now a smooth, sated curve, and she shrugged off the unease creeping up her spine. "He'll turn up…"
But then she paused. She'd finished digesting him only minutes ago. With how dazed he'd been—lost in that aphrodisiac haze—he should've reappeared by now, sprawled on his bed, groggy and grumbling. Her eyes darted to the statuette on the desk, its cracked surface catching the dim light.
Alma's steps slowed as she approached the desk, her tail dragging slightly behind her. The statuette sat there, lifeless—no hum, no glow, just a dull, broken shell. "What the…" she muttered, her fingers brushing its jagged edge. A heavy weight settled in her chest.
"Luka…?" she called again, louder this time, her voice echoing through the empty room. Nothing. Her tail twitched, the smooth weight of her meal suddenly feeling… wrong. She pressed a hand to her belly, frowning. No squirming, no revival—just a faint, sated fullness.
Alma's breath hitched, her hand tightening around the statuette. "No… it always works," she murmured, her usual confidence cracking. She shook it, as if that might spark it back to life, but it remained dead in her grip. A cold realization clawed its way up her spine—she'd digested him, and he wasn't coming back.
"Lu… ka…" she breathed, a futile plea. He was there, inside her, reduced to nothing but a meal for the monster she'd always been.
Alma stood frozen, the cracked statuette trembling in her grip. The room's silence pressed against her, heavy and accusing. Her tail, usually a source of smug satisfaction, hung limp, its sated weight now a gnawing void. She pressed her hand harder against her belly, as if she could will Luka back into existence, but the faint slosh beneath her fingers mocked her.
"No…" she muttered, voice cracking. "This isn't right. He always comes back." Her eyes darted to the statuette, its jagged edges biting into her palm.
Blood welled from her hand, dripping onto the desk in slow, dark beads, but Alma barely noticed. Her wings sagged as her mind replayed the scene: Luka's tear-streaked face, his pleas drowned by her teasing, the way her tail had claimed him inch by inch. She'd savored it—his fear, his reluctant surrender—assuming the statuette would erase the consequences like always. Now, that arrogance stared back at her from the lifeless artifact.
She thought she could have a human friend, but she ended up killing him.
All because she thought she had the right to have a turn with him.
A dizzying wave hit her, legs buckling, and she collapsed onto his bed, the statuette slipping from her bloodied hand to thud against the floor.
The mattress creaked beneath her, cold and unyielding, its emptiness a mirror to the void gnawing inside. Alma curled her tail around herself, its smooth curve pressing against her side—a sickening reminder of what it had done.
She thought she had been in control, and yet, she'd snuffed him out, her instinct betraying her delusions of control.
Her blood-streaked hand hovered over her belly, trembling. "I didn't mean…" she whispered, but the lie choked in her throat. She wanted to eat him, she even enjoyed it.
But she wanted him to come back.
Now, Luka's absence was a wound she couldn't cauterize, his voice echoing in her skull: "I don't want this…" She'd laughed it off, drowned it in her own desires. Now it was all she could hear.
Footsteps shuffled behind her—Nina, hesitant, peering through the doorway. "Alma? Where's Luka?" Her voice wavered, catching the edge of dread in the air.
Alma didn't turn. "Gone," she rasped. "I ate him. He's not coming back."
Nina stepped closer, breath hitching. "What? But the statuette—"
"Broken." Alma's tail twitched, a sharp, involuntary jerk. "I don't know. It doesn't matter." She pressed her face into the pillow, Luka's faint scent reminding her of him even more.
"That…" Nina shuddered. "No…"
With trembling lips, Alma Elma suddenly darted out of the room through the window, her mind searching for release from this whirlwind of thoughts threatening to consume her.
I killed him! I killed him! she repeated inside her head. I'm a failure, just like my mother said! I should've never approached him in the first place!
The wind tore at her wings as she soared, jagged and frantic, the ground blurring beneath her.
For once she had found someone she could talk to, someone she might have opened up to, but—
Why? Why did the statuette fail for me and not the others?
But at the same time, she thought that it was her fault for not listening to him. Perhaps he knew somewhere in his guts that he wouldn't come back. Perhaps this was why he pleaded for her to stop.
And she didn't listen.
Now he is gone, forever.
Devoured by her like anybody else.
She landed hard on a cliff's edge, miles from the house, her legs buckling beneath her. Her bloodied hand pressed to her belly again, fingers digging in as if she could rip him out, undo the act. Nothing stirred—just the faint, sated hum of her own body, indifferent to her anguish. "I want you back," she choked out, her voice lost to the wind. "Please come back…"
Luka couldn't hear her—he was nothing now, a smear of warmth dissolved into her, lost to her greed. She pressed harder against her belly, fingers bruising her skin, but the emptiness answered back, unyielding. "Please…" she whispered again, a futile sob swallowed by the gale.
"I'm sorry…" she murmured, her voice cracking.
But no matter how sorry she would be, he would never come back.
The sea stretched endlessly before her. She could leap, let it swallow her, but even that felt too kind—a coward's escape. Luka was gone, woven into her flesh, a scar she'd carry forever. She'd wanted a friend, a connection beyond her hunger, but all she'd proven was her nature: to consume, to destroy, to lose.
She sank to her knees, the cliff's edge crumbling beneath her weight. Her bloodied hand fell limp, streaking red across the stone. The wind howled louder, and she let it batter her, too broken to fight. Her wings folded inward, a frail shield against the storm, but they couldn't block the memory.
She didn't fly back home. Back to his home. The cliff became her perch, a jagged throne where she sat, days bleeding into nights. Rain lashed her, soaking her wings, her tail, her soul, but she didn't care. Hunger faded, replaced by a hollow ache no prey could fill. Her hand rested on her belly, a ritual of remorse, searching for a flicker of him she knew wouldn't come. "I'm sorry," she murmured, the words a cracked mantra lost to the wind. Sorry for not listening. Sorry for wanting him. Sorry for being what she was.
Night fell again, the stars hidden by clouds, and Alma stayed, a shadow on the cliff. Her tail hung limp, her wings drooped, her voice silent. She was a monster, not by fate but by choice, and Luka's absence was her eternal sentence—etched into her body, her mind, her hollow heart.
Until, at last—she collapsed. The hunger ironically claimed her too.
Her body hit the stone with a dull thud, wings splaying limp across the cliff's edge. The wind howled on, indifferent, tugging at her. She didn't move—couldn't.
Days bled into nights, the storm her only companion as it lashed her with icy rain. Her once-vibrant wings faded, their sheen dulled by grime and neglect, sagging under the weight of ceaseless gales. Hunger, her old ally, turned traitor—gnawing at her insides with a ferocity she'd never known.
She didn't fight it. Her hand, still faintly stained with dried blood, rested on her belly, tracing the curve where he'd dissolved. Each pang of starvation felt like penance, a deserved sentence of the emptiness she'd inflicted. Her tail, once fresh and her weapon, lay coiled and shriveled beside her, its tip no longer twitching with life. Her breaths grew shallow, rasping against the wind's howl, each one weaker than the last.
The sea churned below, its waves crashing against the cliff with a rhythm that mocked her fading pulse. She could've leapt—ended it swiftly—but that mercy felt stolen from her, a privilege she'd squandered when she ignored his pleas. Instead, she let hunger carve her out, hollowing her frame until her ribs pressed sharp against her skin, her once-lithe form reduced to a brittle shell.
Her eyes, dulled to a glassy sheen, stared blankly at the horizon. No tears came—her body had nothing left to give. The memory of Luka's voice, soft and pleading, looped in her mind, a torment she couldn't escape. "I don't want this…" it whispered, over and over, until it blended with the wind, the waves, the silence swallowing her whole.
At last, the hunger won. A final shudder rippled through her, her wings twitching once before falling still. Her hand slipped from her belly, landing palm-up on the stone.
Her fingers curled as if reaching for something—or someone—long gone.
Bad end - Alma Elma