Arkain nods. "Hummm. Never looked at it quite that way. Guess bullets could miss and sometimes a person keeping word in a critical situation can make a difference between life and death. Hummmm? " Arkain laughs holding his tongue back from licking you any more. "Well you do have spirit don't you. Good. I will do my best not  to tickle you.. Too much." He chuckles trying not to laugh  too hard now that you are inside his maw. "You are about learn then you ever imagined."<br/>He is a bit surprised when you slide your head inside. He stretches out his tongue and then lays you on top on top of it. His hands lift you up slide your body deeper into his maw. His wet tongue soaks your chest and warm drool drips over your back. He slides you deeper inside his maw. His throat muscles open wider in front of you letting your head slide into his dark cavernous throat. His warm wet throat muscles wrap around your head like a warm blanket then steadily work over your head then over your shoulders with surprising ease. You can feel his warm breath flow over your wet body. Breathing fresh air is surprisingly easy for being in such tight confines. The muscles pulse and throb over your body steadily drawing you deeper inside him.