[Part 2! Dunno if this one is similar in length to the previous part, but I tried to keep it roughly similar. Anyway enjoy part 2, in which I am swallowed! ><]
There was a unique type of Lamia hanging out in the corner of the courtyard. She was a sea lamia, larger than their terrestrial cousins, and bearing fins on the upper and lower parts of their tails. I estimated her to be nearly twenty feet long in all, and with a torso easily twice or three times the size of one of the other lamia, who were pretty much human-sized. This sea lamia’s humanoid torso was quite enjoyable to look at. Her skin was a lovely light brown color, and her large breasts were topped with perky, dark brown nipples. She had a soft, kindly-looking face with pretty orange eyes. Below the waist, her scaled body was smooth and blue, with darker blue, nearly black stripes across her back. Actually, not so bad to look at either, if not as sexually alluring.
She was hanging out in a separate pool when I approached her, leading Vera by the hand. She was alone, and seemed to prefer it that way, but she didn’t get angry when I came up to her and greeted her sweetly.
“Lady Arollia, am I correct?” I asked, doing my best to flutter my lashes at the giant lamia woman. It wasn’t hard to pretend to be sweet on such an alluring, enormous beauty, but I was always bad at dealing with people. I stuck to the script I had concocted in my head.
“You are…” The lamia said, curious where this unprompted conversation was going. “Though there’s meant to be more of an accent on the end.”
“My apologies.” I put my hand to my chest and bowed. “I only ever saw it written down. I’m a scribe, you see.”
“And… what exactly does a scribe want with me?” Arollia asked.
“Well, my friend and I here belong to Master Tsali.” I waved my hand in his direction, though I swiftly realized he was in the middle of fucking Sisania. A little embarrassed, I turned back to Arollia with a nervous giggle. “Th-that is… apologies, again. It’s just that he wanted us to make your acquaintance. He’d like to begin a business relationship with you.”
“He wants my timber?” Arollia asked. I nodded.
“Has a building project ahead, I think.” I responded. “I don’t know anything about it, though, as I suspect that won’t be any of my concern, soon.”
“What are you getting at?” Arollia asked with a slight snort of amusement.
“Oh… could you not tell?” I asked innocently. “My friend and I here are… well we’re delicacy slaves.”
Arollia tilted her head. “I’ve never eaten any humans before.” She remarked. I tried my best not to let my surprise show, nor the sudden feeling of desperation. It needed to be her!
“There is a first time for everything!” I chirped. I heard Vera make a small sigh as she attempted to resign herself to this new fate. I elected to ignore her calling us humans, which we were not. “I hope you don’t think me boastful, but you could not have a better first time. I am thin and easy to swallow, but sweet nonetheless. And my friend here will be a meaty portion, sure to sate your appetite. As you can see, she’s as much a feast for the eyes as for the belly, and I can assure you, she’ll be a delight to the tongue as well.” I leaned in a little conspiratorially. “I licked her myself, to be sure.”
“Didn’t you say you were a scribe?” Arollia asked. My throat went dry for a second, but I invented a lie quickly. It wasn’t that hard.
“Did I say that?” I asked innocently. “Sorry, I misspoke somewhat. I *was* a scribe, but now I’m a delicacy slave. I’m afraid I displeased Tsali one too many times and earned this… reassignment.”
“That’s not even really a lie.” Vera muttered where only I could hear her.
“So!” I clapped once to hide Vera’s comment. “I’d like to request you devour me first. I’m a good starting point, since I’m so slim and small.”
“Alright, alright!” Arollia rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “If you’re so eager to jump into my mouth, I guess I could give it a try…”
I took a deep breath and stepped forward, trying to calm the shaking in my limbs. Sure, I had a plan, and I wasn’t expecting to be digested, but still I was nervous. It’s only natural, I suppose.
“Just… one personal request, if I may.” I asked, very quietly. Arollia had to bend over close to hear me. “Could… Well, Vera and I have been trained as delicacy slaves to be devoured together. I have dreamed of spending my last moments in her embrace. Could you… be certain we get to do that?”
“I suppose a last request like that isn’t hard to grant.” Arollia shrugged. “Any more preamble you want to get out of the way?”
My slight blush of embarrassment wasn’t faked. “Yes, apologies. Enjoy your meal, please.”
I turned my back to present myself before her as food. Standing straight, I gripped my left arm in my right hand, mostly out of nervousness. I could feel Arollia looming over me and then her shadow overtook me. Seconds later, I saw her teeth, then the red flesh of her mouth as she engulfed me. All I felt was warmth. Arollia’s gentle lips clamped shut around my waist. Before I’d even really realized it, I was halfway in her mouth. Though it was a warm day, my legs felt cold because of the difference in temperature. Her mouth was warm and… inviting. I wanted to pull my legs fully inside.
Then she lifted me up, and as I slid slightly backwards on her slick tongue, I looked upward and saw the yawning pit of her throat above me. In a moment, that desire to slide more fully inside was replaced by the instant, primal urge to escape by any means necessary. I am, however, more a creature of thought than of instinct, and I conquered the urge to struggle. It wouldn’t have done any good anyway. Though Arollia could have easily spat me out at this point I had the very distinct feeling that things were inevitable from here on out. I would be eaten, swallowed whole. A tingle shot through my body.
At this point, if you’ll forgive me for doing so, I’ll switch away from my personal viewpoint for a bit. To be honest, I’m a little embarrassed by what I did next as I slid down the sea lamia’s throat and plopped into her stomach. Suffice it to say it was something like going through all five stages of grief, plus inventing a few more. It was a strange time for me. As for what else was going on, I’m taking the story from Vera’s accounts, and a little conjecture. It’s still mostly true, I just didn’t directly see much of it.
Arollia lifted her head, my legs and hips poking out from her mouth. Vera took a breath to steady herself. It’s all part of the plan, she told herself. Lily’s smart, she knows what she’s doing. (yes, she really said she thought that, okay? I’m not fantasizing, here!) Arollia locked eyes with her. There was a twinkle in those dark eyes as the sea lamia tilted her head back, the rest of me sliding into her mouth and down her throat. When I reached her stomach, I formed a slight, wriggling lump in her belly. Vera stared at it, transfixed by morbid curiosity as Arollia licked her lips.
“She was right.” The lamia’s voice broke Vera out of her trance. “She was sweet. How’s that done?”
“N-normally delicacy slaves… that is… We are bathed in fruit water, or spices, or sauce regularly.” Vera answered. Had I done that, she wondered? I hadn’t. Not sure what Arollia tasted. Arollia smirked a bit and motioned with a finger for Vera to turn around. Vera did as she was told, expecting to be devoured in the same way as me. Her limbs shook. But instead, Arollia sat back a little.
“Her movements feel really good.” She observed, as I was thrashing about inside her stomach. I think I was roughly at… anger? Denial?
Vera just made a noncommittal, vaguely affirmative noise.
“You’re not as chatty as your friend.” Arollia observed, putting a hand gently on her belly.
“S-sorry…” Vera muttered. Arollia waved her off.
“I’m intrigued by this hip structure you leg-having folk have. Umm… what was your word for it? Buttocks?”
Vera blushed a little. She was used to people ogling her, but not being quite so frank as this. She nodded slightly.
“I’d like to have a good look before I eat you.” Arollia said. Vera obligingly shifted her weight to emphasise the shape of them.
“Ooh, that’s interesting. Bend over a little.” Arollia commanded. After ogling Vera for a bit, Arollia leaned in a bit close and Vera turned around.
“I do have a… question.” She asked timidly. Arollia answered with a curious tilt of her head.
“Can you ask it while facing the other way?” Arollia none-too-subtly hinted. With a sigh, Vera turned back around and leaned forward with one hand on her knee. It wasn’t easy to pose a serious question while posing like this, but Vera tried.
“How… long has she got?” Vera asked.
“Hm? Oh, your friend?” Arollia patted her stomach again. “Well, most food doesn’t last more than a few hours in my first stomach. She’s so small, I would guess only an hour at most. Usually I wouldn’t swallow anything into my second stomach until it was already digested but, if I did swallow her deeper, I imagine she’d have several hours to live.”
“I see, and…” Vera hesitated.
“I can do that for the two of you.” Arollia replied. “It’ll be easier to hold you both in the second stomach anyway. I suppose it’s time to send kitty number one further down, then.”
Vera turned and watched as Arollia, with an odd sort of squirming motion , passed the lump that was me from her first stomach, down into the stomach inside her tail. On my way down, I passed behind her pussy. Arollia squirmed, her hand going unconsciously down to that spot.
“Ohh… I’ve never… I didn’t realize that felt so good.” She gasped. After a taking a moment to compose herself, she turned to Vera. “Okay… Your turn.”
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