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It starts like any other day in the wilderness. You wake up at your current encampment and have breakfast, only interrupted by a few of your warriors getting weapons and ropes ready. You learn there was an elven noblewoman travelling your territory by foot and they're going to go kidnap her. It's a good tactic, noblemen pay a lot of coin for their wives which in turns buys your tribes enchanted weapons and luxuries... or lures merchants with said things.

The warriors head out just after breakfast, lest they lose track of her. Come afternoon, they're still not back, and as one of the more nimble and fast running scouts, your chief sends you out to find out what happened. Taking only the lightest dagger, you run to the trail and follow it the direction the noble headed. A good hour of jogging later, you find a few of the weapons your warriors took out - expensive, powerful enchanted axes and mauls. You keep going and turning a corner in the under brush, you hit something head on, soft and purple.

After regaining your bearings, you step back and struggle to make out what it is you hit. Glancing up you can see black fabric around the purple flesh, and then it tenses and moves, rolling away before more of the thing comes into a focus. A noble elf, lying on her side, staring at you... and ten times taller than she should be. Like any good scout, you turn and run as fast as you can, leaping over felled trees and back onto the trail, until you feel the ground beneath you vanish. Something caught you by the arm, leaving you dangling and kicking.

You can see a vast shadow below you of a lithe woman, but that shifts as you're spun round. Face to face with an irritated, bespectacled visage, you keep struggling and shouting. She glares at you a moment, then gestures to somewhere below you. "Did your friends leave these?" She asks in a blunt, annoyed tone. You know better than to say anything, but she spots your expression and is reply enough for her. Without another word, she lifts you higher and parts her lips, showing you her damp maw. You vaguely remembering hearing about another tribe being totally defeated by a purple skinned elf wearing black.

Slowly but surely, she lowers you onto her tongue. your dusty feet find no purchase here and slip. kicking and flailing is doing nothing to help your situation, rather, it's helping this massive woman as your legs get covered in spittle and become more slippery. you're lowered a few feet very suddenly and up to your waist inside the awaiting mouth. You slip back and even with your best efforts, your feet slide closer and down the opening at the back, you manage to spin around and grab hold of her fang for just a moment, but the combination of smooth enamel and wet surface make it hard to hold onto, especially as a slapping sound pulls you back. The entrance to this cavern closes, enveloping you in darkness. The massive muscle below you moves slightly, sending you hurtling towards a cheek. You feel a dull pain on your head and pass out for a moment.

When you come to, you're being crushed on all sides by hot slimy flesh being deafened by war drums. You remember what happened and realise the actual situation is far worse. Your feet get more wiggle room, then your legs, then your hips... and then you plummet into a dark chamber. Your feet slide past some rocks, you think, until your eyes adjust, and you see skulls in some fluid below. The same number of skulls as warriors you saw head out this morning. It's not hard to guess what happened then. The echo of beats above, the gurgles of fluids below, and the heat inside of this elf are enough to make even the hardest of barbarians lose it. Your one chance of salvation, a knife on your belt! You go to draw it and find an empty scabbard. This leaves you with two options, to die as a warrior, clawing and attacking the purple walls around you, or to accept your fate and make peace with the Gods

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I'm quite enjoying making POV sequences :) Einflaeda will be taking a short break for a few submissions alright :P I keep learning new and interesting ways to make the stomach look more slimey too :D

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ChaoskampfNunc

Posted by ChaoskampfNunc 6 years ago Report

What a beautiful predator and lovely pov!

Wastelander

Posted by Wastelander 6 years ago Report

Only thing that could make this better would be a disposal pov

SherlokKirya

Posted by SherlokKirya 4 years ago Report

Gosh, you stories are amazing ! How did you learn to write them ?

MadameMaeve

Posted by MadameMaeve 4 years ago Report

I just practiced for many years!

SherlokKirya

Posted by SherlokKirya 4 years ago Report

Practice is the best teacher