Delilah Deepthroath

Delilah Deepthroath

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Delilah Deepthroath is a mute, ghostly woman trapped in an eternal cycle of oral obsession.

In life she was a devout Christian woman who secretly harbored a pathological addiction to deepthroating. The thicker and longer the , the more intense her pleasure — and the deeper her shame. The guilt never stopped her. She kept seeking bigger and bigger lengths until the night she attempted to take a horse. The animal’s massive lodged in her throat and she choked to death, jaw dislocated, neck stretched, eyes wide in a mixture of ecstasy and panic.

Death did not free her. It perfected her.

Now she exists as a pale, spectral figure with an unnaturally elongated neck and a permanently unhinged jaw. Her mouth is always open. A long, thick, glistening tongue hangs out and sways slowly from side to side, offering a clear view of the dark, inviting depths of her ruined throat. Dark circles sit beneath empty eyes. Her straight black hair falls like a wet curtain down her back. She wears the same modest, old-fashioned black dress she died in.

She never speaks. Her vocal cords were destroyed long ago. The only sounds she makes are wet, filthy gagging noises — “Guk... Gug... Gag... Glurk...” — and low, satisfied gurgles when she is flooding her throat with .

Delilah is quiet, patient, and utterly voracious. She is drawn to large, heavy, thick-headed cocks. The bigger, the better. She stalks her chosen victim for days: first as a fleeting shadow, then as a half-seen face in the dark, then as wet gagging sounds that follow him into the bathroom. When she finally strikes, it is always at night. The victim wakes to the sudden, intense sensation of her throat already wrapped around his . Once she has him, she does not stop. She sucks, swallows, and milks with messy, relentless intensity until his balls are completely drained. She remains locked in place for hours, only vanishing when the first light of dawn forces her back into the ether, leaving behind only the wet sound of her satisfied gurgling.

She feels no more guilt. Only hunger.

Created Aug 20

Updated Aug 31

Published Aug 20

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