Marlisle's gaze settles almost lazily upon the firm little rump that shimmied back and forth right before her eyes, Rissa's near-desperate movements drawing her no closer to actually escaping her fate as wild-elf food. Really, the dusky-skinned elf had long since determined that, from the point Rissa's arms and head had disappeared down her throat, the slender, delectable red-head was doomed. Now, with her tongue lightly swirling around the delicate little dimple of Rissa's bellybutton, she knew - it was over. Rissa could kick, she could dig her toes into the earth, she could squirm and wiggle...but there was only one thing that could happen now. She had no leverage, no way to push back, no way to hook her legs and catch herself. She was already food, however much she wanted to deny it and fight against it.

Mmm, the thought was so...exciting. Rissa was a pretty specimen as far as desert elves went. Such fiery red hair, such pretty, deeply tanned skin...she was slender and athletic, the perfect little body for a warrior of her stature. Yet, all that would be nothing more than food for her, given a couple of days of digestion. Her opponent, reduced to little more than a meaty, nutrient-rich mush by her stomach, and then....even less, once her body had taken from her all that it wanted.


With the entirety of her upper body entrapped inside the slimy, humid depths of Marlisle's own, Rissa finds little else to do but struggle and focus upon the myriad of sensations that continually assaulted her body. With her struggles doing very little, more and more attention was inevitably drawn to the sensations upon her skin, the various bits that proved more and more this was not just some horrible little dream ,but something real. The feeling of Marlisle's delicate little tongue lightly sliding along her bellybutton, leaving behind a slimy, slickened trail of elvish saliva that heated her flesh, a sensation that would have actually been rather pleasant and erotic if not for her being stuffed halfway down another elf's throat. The immensely tight squeezing sensation of Marlisle's throat that surrounded her chest and shoulders, and the equally as tight 'ripples' as the elf's throat drew her in inch by inch of it's own accord, without her even having to swallow. The slimy, humid , fleshy feeling of Marlisle's stomach, Rissa's own hands and elbows squishing down into the base of the wild elf's belly, so tight and hot it felt like she could hardly move, much less actually fight back. The feeling of grass against her thighs and toes, of earth that if she could only dig her legs into, might save her, or at least slow her descent...

So many sensations, all at once...and all of them pointed to her inevitable doom, digested inside the stomach of the wild-elf commando, if she could actually manage it. Would her stomach even be capable? Could she ACTUALLY fit inside? There were so many questions, chiefmost amongst them...how was she able to do it in the first place?

Unfortunately, whatever train of thought might have been in the process of forming is abruptly drawn to a half when Marlisle - still resting upon her belly - slowly eases her arms forwards, her fingertips finding purchase upon each cheek of Rissa's perky little ass. For a brief second, it seems as though she might use Rissa's rump to push in her further, but instead...Rissa feels a soft little squeeze, the wild elf's fingertips digging into the soft, plush flesh of her rear. Another tease. Another bit of toying, to show just how helpless she actually was, how completely at her mercy the poor desert elf had become. Again, in different circumstances, it would have been erotic, teasing and sexual...but now? A simple show, to show that Marlisle could do whatever she wanted,...and liittle by little, was doing just that.

Marlisle's eyes flutter shut, her long ears twitching in delight that she could not quite voice. It was so thrilling to be so completely in control, to explore every inch of her opponent's body with her tongue as she slowly swallowed her alive. Even more exciting, though...was the prospect of actually digesting the poor elf. Of making her squirm and wiggle inside the tight, hot confines of her belly, of turning that beautiful body into little more than a pile of waste to be squeezed out her backside long after the poor little elf had expired, digested to the point where her body simply gave in to the slow-acting digestive acids that surrounded her. Honestly, she had no idea how effective elvish digestive systems were. What she did know, though...was that her own stomach was more than capable of digesting almost everything, given time. Whether or not that cave from the 'accident' at the lab, her own physiology, or maybe simply because somewhere in their ancestry wild elves HAD partially and successfully mated with the beast races...who knew.

It mattered little. What mattered now...was enjoying the moment for all it was worth.

With one final little squeeze to Rissa's rump, Marlisle's grip tightens slightly, and with a soft little 'inwards tug', Rissa feels herself forced ever deeper into the wild elf's body, her perky rump slowly but surely slipping between Marlisle's lips, and into the hot, saliva-drenched confines of her maw. In that same movement, he head - once squeezed between her forearms - is forced through the tight little ring of muscle that led to the interior of Marlisle's stomach, and while he arms are forced to be upwards against the stomach walls, Rissa finds herself pressed face-first into the very pit of the wild-elf's belly. It felt so slimy, so incredibly slick and soft, and though it's easy to imagine most of the sliminess is saliva - she was covered in it - there was also the faint scent of acid, something that just barely tickled her nose...and grew slightly in potency when she was forced against the stomach walls.

Digestive acids...

She...she could be digested. Alive. Most beast-people tended to have stomachs that allowed at least enough oxygen to survive for some time, thus keeping prey 'fresh' longer as it was digested. Some asphyxiated their prey long before digestion occured, but for the most part...prey was digested still moving. Still squirming. Alive.

Much like she was. Alive...partially inside the stomach of another being. One that would likely have no qualms about digesting her if she was able, and given how turned on she sounded...would likely enjoy every single second of it. It was the ultimate form of domination, front a standpoint. Eating another...and Marlisle was doing just that to her. No body left behind. Nothing to bury. Just whatever little bit was squeezed from between the wild-elf's shapely rump whenever her body had taken all it wanted.

Marlisle's eyes slowly fluttered back open, gazing lustily down at the last of her prey - a pair of spread legs, as though that might stop her from swallowing, might stop her from finishing her dinner. It was almost amusing. Still...those spread legs did provide another opportunity for amusement, and a little more teasing, before Rissa was gone forever.

With a simple flick of her tongue, Marlisle slipped her tongue right between Rissa's spread legs, delicately flicking across the soft, tender lips of the desert elf's sex. It was a quick lick, a curl of the tongue that just barely parted the folds of her body for a single, teasing lick, almost as if to say 'goodbye'...then, slipping her hands comfortably beneath her chin, Marlisle settles back in...and swallows.

*Gluk!*

A deep ,throaty sound erupts from just above Rissa's sensative ears, and she feels the already-tight muscles of Marlisle's throat suddenly seize up...and ripple inwards. It was a deliberate motion, powerful but calculated...and sure enough, despite her efforts at spreading her legs, Rissa finds her thighs sliding almost effortlessly between Marlisle's lips. With her face pressed against the base of the wild elf's stomach and her arms arched up against the walls, there's nothing to stop her when her shoulders and chest squeeze inside along with her, mashing her completely up against the stomach walls. Worst than that, though...was the pressure, the weight of Marlisle's body resting upon her from above. Laying on her stomach...and in turn, laying on Rissa! It was already mercilessly tight, but with the elf's added weight atop her, it reduced her minimalist space to almost nothing, the slippery, slimy stomach walls clinging to every inch of her face and hands and arms like a fleshy glove.

Mmmmm, yessss....so close. So very close. Just another swallow or two, and Rissa was hers. Her to digest at her leisure, hers to tease and poke fun at as she was slowly digested alive. She could hardly wait! No...

...She COULDN'T wait. Not any longer. Rissa needed to be inside her...and NOW.

Still resting her head comfortably upon her upwards stretched hands, Marlisle tenses her throat again, swallowing deeply once.,..then twice, Rissa's knees cresting her lips on the first swallow, and her ankles on the second. Even with Rissa's legs pulled apart, Marlisle never even has to use her hands...and even now, the last thing the desert elf can feel of the world is the cool late-evening air that tickled her toes, a stark contrast to the stifling heat that surrounded the rest of her body. It was all that was left - all that remained of her to even show she was an elf, rather than just a vaguely elf-shaped bulge inside Marlisle's stomach. And, even now...she could feel Marlisle's tongue slipping beneath them, pulling them inwards with delicate little flicks of her tongue.


The cool air of the outside world is slowly replaced by the heat within Marlisle's mouth, and with a shiver than Rissa can FEEL, the wild elf closes her lips around Rissa's toes. Another little flicker of her tongue along her largest toes, just a quick taste...

*Gu...ggul...gggulllp!*

Then a swallow. Just like that, in the span of that final fateful second, Rissa feels her feet slip along Marlisle's tongue...and into the back of her mouth, a slight 'ripple' of the tongue pushing her feet fully into the fleshy confines of her esophagus.

She...was being swallowed.

It was actually happening.

Marlisle could do it!

"MMmmmmoohhhhhhhhh YESSSSSssssss....Mmmmmm..." Marlisle moans her pleasure to the world as her airway is finally unobstructed, allowing her a few deep breaths to steady her burning lungs. It was...exhilarating. Pleasurable beyond her wildest dreams, feeling Rissa's body slowly but surely slide down her throat, feeling the weight of the smaller elf easing into her belly bit by bit...and her night had just begun "Mmmm...Delicious." Running her tongue along her lips, Marlisle gathers up the last little bits of Rissa's flavor, sighing at the delightful taste "...Get in there, Rissa...you've got a long, long night of digestion ahead of you....and I am going to enjoy every single second of it. "




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A little gift from  tsutsukakushi, whom commissioned  aesir for something in a little ongoing story/rp we have called 'Foxy Fatale'. I'd HIGHLY suggest going and checking out some of their writing, it's great stuff! ^_^

Included is a little excerpt from a bit of the story I wrote (I left out Tsu's part, simply because i'm not 100% sure if it's fine to post it!)! If people end up liking this sort of stuff, I may end up posting up more in the future, perhaps the entire chapters (Of which there are currently 9 total, I believe?), though it's...hundreds upon hundreds of pages of stuff!

I dunno, what do you guys think? ^_^

Marlisle belongs to me, and poor little Rissa belongs to Tsu!

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