<span style="font-weight: bold">Ambrosia</span><br/><br/>I yelped, as the lips I’d expected to willingly release me instead suckled gently and slipped my wrists between them, pulling my arms out straight even as the grabbed the helpless, moaning human I’d mauled and sucked him mercilessly down into her tum to be digested. My feet kicked, as I felt myself lifted into the air by the sheer<span style="font-style: italic">strength</span>of the naga, and with another swift swallow I was facing the back of her throat full-on, my legs kicking uselessly at the air even as her oesophagus massaged my face.<br/><br/>I could see the sense in it - an apparently<span style="font-style: italic">difficult</span>swallowing would explain why she didn’t simply eat each and every one of us,<span style="font-style: italic">and</span>it would also allow a certain<span style="font-style: italic">distraction</span>to slip into her attacks… on the other hand, the cost of one thoroughly beaten and half-eaten guardsman was a cheap price to gulp me off the table. Field of battle. Whatever.<br/><br/>Ultimately, it simply came down to this:<span style="font-style: italic">Did I mind if she digested me</span>... the thought was far from abhorrent. Gently, I stretched, allowing my hands and arms to slip into her oesophagus’s eager embrace, giving it the firmest and strongest of massages as I did so… one that dented and marked her throat with apparently struggling hands… and as she pulled me down just a<span style="font-style: italic">little</span>further (but, I hoped, no further than that, or I’d be in her belly, not that I was exactly doing anything to resist that outcome at this point), I began to kiss its lining thoroughly… giving, to the observer, the impression of frantic screams for rescue dimmed and dulled by her flesh.<br/><br/>Doubtless, it was pleasurable for her - I knew it would’ve been for me, and with a certain selfish feeling I wrapped my legs around her tongue, and began to<span style="font-style: italic">hump</span>it, grinding my need against the knobbly papillae of her tastebuds, filling them with the sweet flavor of my rapidly flowing juices…<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Xarithe</span>, I thought cheerfully,<span style="font-style: italic">is going to be incandescently jealous</span>.