Yami had to hurry—the guild doors would open any minute, and she couldn’t afford to miss out on the best contracts that always seemed to get snatched up in seconds. Even so, she wasn’t about to rush out straight from bed like some wild animal. She had standards. Briskly, she combed her hair, added a touch of makeup, and finally prepared to brush her teeth. Yet, as she brushed, her stomach began to send insistent signals of hunger. Going out looking polished was essential, but on an empty stomach? That was a minor tragedy.

The toothbrush now pinned between cheek and teeth, Yami rifled through her drawers, knowing the jar had to be somewhere around here. Her stomach grumbled louder as if echoing her impatience. The cramped held little more than a bed, a wardrobe, and a cluttered dresser. But still, she spun about and let her gaze wander across the area like a searchlight. “It has to be here!” she muttered, reaching under the bed and shoving aside random objects. Finally, a faint clink caught her attention, followed by a sleepy little moan from within the jar. Her stomach's grumbling transformed into eager anticipation. “There we go! Now we’re in business,” she said with a grin, lifting the jar with a tiny, bleary-eyed snake girl curled up within.

Having caught her prize she once again became acutely aware of the clock and dashed back to the mirror. She swished water from her bottle and spat it into a bucket in the corner, wishing, not for the first time, that this trashy tavern had plumbing. With a swift flick of her wrist, she opened the jar, and before the miniature naga could protest, Yami caught her by the tail and gently lifted her out. Turning back to the mirror, she picked up the tweezers and began the arduous work of shaping her eyebrows. Each pluck done with the precision of an artist crafting a masterpiece, eradicating unruly hairs, her movements steady and meticulous. Meanwhile, her other hand and mouth worked as one. Her lips parted, her tongue guiding her guest’s tail between teeth and into her throat. The tiny naga wriggled and thrashed, desperately trying to escape, but for all her effort she only managed to aimlessly swing from the dresser to Yami’s chest and back.

Yami felt the naga’s tail slide into her throat and, without hesitation, gulped the snake down. The redheaded snakegirl, feeling her body being drawn in, writhed and clawed and pleaded - anything to potentially hinder her deadly fate, but Yami had no time for games today. She moved away from the dresser, letting the tiny naga flail around like a long, thick noodle in front her throat. Satisfied with her eyebrows she allowed herself a moment to enjoy her breakfast. Yami's tongue licked and tasted and savoured every inch of the naga’s body as it was pumped into her by powerful throat muscles. The human half steadily approached her mouth with every pulsing swallow. Yami could feel her esophagus expanding all the way down to her stomach as the small guest filled the tight passage. She's long, good thing I've had practice, she thought as she added a fine layer of blush.

Adyare was terrified. She was trying everything she could think of but, deep down, she knew that this time there no hope of escape. Why couldn't she find a good meal without becoming one? All because she was simply hungry last night. An abandoned chunk of bread in the dark and snap! Before she knew it she was trapped in a jar. Forced to wait in the cold dark. Confused, trapped, and scared, only to wake up to an even worse dilemma. Life was a twisted, ironic, sick joke. Hopelessly and with failing strength she tried to push herself out of the mouth, but soft lips held her like a vice, gently sucking her into the dark.

Yami kept the tiny naga’s human portion in her mouth. As serpentine hips slipped past Yami's throat her tongue delighting in the taste and texture of leathery scales giving way to soft, sweet skin. Her stomach was becoming upset again though, the snake tail teasing her belly as it floundered erratically inside, renewing the flames of her appetite. Yami was ready to go, but there was one last thing she wanted to take care of. She grabbed a sewing thread and slid the fine wire between her teeth like floss, trying to dislodge whatever was stuck between her pearly whites. Taking advantage of the mirror, she opened her mouth wide and felt the corners of her lips tug up with a smile at the sight of the tiny naga's face. The little thing barely managed to get out a last whine before the tongue undulated, her final push and she vanished completely into Yami’s throat. Slipping lower and lower, down to her new home. There was no trace of the thing that was stuck between her teeth. It probably sent down with the rest of her breakfast. With that, Yami's morning routine was finished. She retrieved her coat and quickly left the room, hurriedly making her way to the guild feeling clean, beautiful, and wonderfully full...

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After a long time I chose to get back to writing, with some(lot of) help, we got to this.
Endless thanks to  CaliTea for the help of making it readable and so great ^^

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