Tiny figures trembled at the beholding of her enormous vagina. She was a goddess with an devouring appetite.
The warm flesh beckoned them within to their destiny. Some say her grip was hypnotic. 
Her interior promised both bliss and the end. They descended eagerly. 
Every swallow dispatched shivers down their spines. The giantess revelled in her capture. 
The heat embraced them, a sensual prison. They became part of her being. 
Some say they discovered paradise in her sacred depths. Others simply vanished. 
Her might had no end. A real divinity of devouring. 
The taste of conquest remained on her lips. She was satiated but always desiring more. 
Her legend spread, a rumor among the tiny. Dread and longing mixed. 
Spider-Gwen, caught in a colossal embrace, felt the ultimate rush. Her web useless. 
Another victim, a another story of submission. Her authority supreme. 
She desired the gaping openings, the depths of the colossal vore. Her ultimate fantasy. 
She watched them fall into her pleasure abyss. Her smile a wicked invitation. 
Each ripple inside her body was a melody of control. They became her own. 
The ultimate power lay in her ravenous pussy. No way out. 
She became a living trap, a stunning beast. Their screams were her song. 
A woman caught in her giant vagina became her trophy. Her pleasure absolute. 
From tiny to gone, her appetite remained insatiable. A true monarch of vore. 
The void within her called, a promise of eternal submersion. They were hers. 
Her insides held their secrets and their end. She was their cosmos. 
