((Third entry in this story, and the last of that particular incident. Vore warning, as usual. Please enjoy))
So there I was, in the second stomach of a sea lamia, being slowly digested. I wasn’t hurt, though. The acids in the first stomach were starting to sting a fair bit, but once I’d been moved, and what a squeeze that was – felt like someone hugging me way too tight. -, the burning eased up. I’m not sure just how long I waited for Arollia to finish enjoying the feeling of Vera in her stomach, but when my fellow slave was moved down, I was greeted first with her feet, then her hips, and lastly her large, pillowy breasts enveloping my face. It wasn’t as fun as you might think, given the cramped conditions, but it was still kinda nice. The tight confines of our shared prison forced her to sort of hug me as we lay there.
“Oh thank the gods you are actually alive!” Was the first thing she said to me. I didn’t bother to answer that.
“You wanna get out of here?” I asked instead. “Or, are you having fun, still?”