She still remembered Christopher. The young, handsome English teacher she'd devoured whole and given up as an offering to the towering titan within Tenebrosa Palus. She could feel him inside of her and see the image of him being pulled from her avatar's stomach only to be fed into the much larger navel of Tanaya. She remembered the power the priestess had given her and the task that had been given along with it. Find the man wandering the swamps...take him and win his trust...
Izanami continued her blissfull slumber. Goosebumps prickled her soft pale skin as she stretched out across the fresh white sheets and gently caressed her stomach under her pajama shirt. Harmon was beginning to tire. His face and hands occasionally pushed out against her perfect flat belly, probing at the inside of her avatar's impossibly deep navel. She didn't know how exactly she was meant to get him out, but she trusted her priestess. Tanaya was the most powerful being she had ever encountered in Tenebrosa Palus. Powerful enough to drift from world to world freely.
A tall, curvacious woman with long wavy black hair stood over Izanami as she slept. Deep dark eyes watched her intently. The woman wore little clothing. A pair of grey sweat pants she had found in Izanami's drawers that no doubt had belonged to one of her victims, hung loosely about her hips. A bra struggled to contain her large breasts as she leaned over, her bare belly inches away from the bed. Izanami made a small noise and suddenly kicked her blankets down, arching her back in what looked like pure ecstasy, her shirt sliding up revealing her stomach.
The woman smiled, and came closer till her own stomach was almost directly over Izanami's. She lifted her ribcage, her abdominal muscles quivering and undulating while the many men trapped inside of her strained within her deep cavernous navel. She allowed one of their hands to slip out, fingers clawing for freedom, nearly brushing against the sleeping woman before her. Another hand, then another joined in, each one stretching her belly open further until it seemed an entire group would come plunging forth from inside of her, but instead, they remained, grasping uselessly at the air between her and her young protege.
She continued to roll her belly the hands of her prisoners being shuffled each time, small cries escaping. She closed her eyes, her smile broadening as Izanami gasped, then moaned. The outline of a man's face pressed out from inside the young woman's belly, his hands pushing, mouth working silently behind her navel. The woman sucked in her stomach then as hard as she could, pulling her navel back towards her spine, suddenly sucking every struggling hand back inside of her and causing Izanami's belly to swell as the man inside of her was drawn up and out.
Izanami's belly button puckered for a moment, then yawned wide, Harmon's face appearing as his head was birthed from inside her belly. The woman reached down and took his head in both hands, gently pulling as she continued to roll her belly and whisper words of power. Inch by inch, Harmon was drawn out of the invisible space within Izanami while she slept until at last, he tumbled off the edge of the bed, gasping for breath then starting directly up at the broad muscular belly of his rescuer. The woman gave him a toothy smile.
"Mr. Brandt," she whispered in a sulty voice, "I have been looking foward to meeting you. I believe that we can help eachother."
Harmon caught his breath, then laughed in spite of himself. The woman offered her hand to help him up and after a moment, he took it and stood.
"Well, damn," he said, "How many more of you are there?"
"Just the two of us here," she gestured to Izanami, who was beginning to stir.
"Am I where I think I am?"
"You are in Japan, sir."
Harmon placed his hands on the small of his back and cracked his spine with a sharp twist, then walked over to the window, staring out over the bright lights and buzzing traffic of Okinawa.
"A Hell of a way to travel," he muttered, "So...what do you need?"

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