Already having his head pressed against the throat, there wasn't much Sparktail could do at this point. His body was trashing wildly, but his mind was in a state of pure exaltation. The feeling of the tongue on his fur was one of the best he ever experienced.  This reality rose to another level when his head reached the esophagus. If the tongue petting him had been great, the throat muscles were giving him a massage worthy of the god nearby. Bathing in joy, his cheeks sent sparks down the throat as he slid deeper, his own throat pushing moans. Sparktail couldn't believe it. He was being eaten and all he could think about was how it was the best thing ever.