"Thank you for answering my call, Maw-walkers." The Great Archon of the Bastion greeted the two adventurers.
"The reason I summoned you..."
"Is for my wings?" Thyris, the High-elf now turned half-Vulpera, abruptly asked.
Carma's shining eyes widened, looking at her friend in shock.
"...Thyris, it might not be the best moment."
"Oh pardon me, Carma, but I've been helping this Covenant for Sun knows how long, and I still haven't received my due reward!"
"Yes, alright, alright, but maybe we shouldn't discuss this *in front* of the Archon herself?"
The two women had completely ignored the giant Kyrian, flapping her gigantic, gracious wings above them. As they turned their attention back to her, something in her expression felt much less... friendly.
"Mortals..." The Archon's benevolent voice had eeringly turned cold. "Your sole purpose in joining the Bastion was only for material gain?"
Thyris' furry ears suddenly cowered and folded. Her blue eyes looked up at the menacing angel.
"Well... Y-You see, aiding the innocent is my main motive!... Never would I even consider-"
"Silence!"
Both adventurers were shaken by her order. They were shaken a second time when the massive Archon landed her feet on the floor. The Kyrian guard witnessed the scene with as much surprise as the Elf and the Draenei, when their leader suddenly kneeled and threw her open hand toward the ungrateful Elf...
"Hey!!" Carma interposed herself, trying to protect her companion. "What do you think you're doing?!"
"It seems I was wrong about you, sinful mortals. You are unworthy of the Path. Yet, I only intend to rid us of your... friend."
"Oh really? Then you'll have to get through me first!"
The Archon was surprised by the sudden change of attitude of the Draenei, who had seemed to be the most reasonable one. Thyris was agaped by her friend's altruism, and flattered too. She, on the other hand, was still intimidated by the giant blue hand reaching for her.
But in the end, the Archon didn't react much, though a sly smirk appeared on her face.
"Very well."

With a surprising haste, the Archon's second hand dashed on Carma, too focused on the first presented hand. By the time Carma realized the second threat, it was too late, as the giant fingers wrapped around her waist. She let out a grunt as her hooves were lifted off the stone floor. Meanwhile, the Archon's free hand reached for Thyris, but the Elf's enhanced relfex made her dodge it with a gracious flip in the air!
However, the Archon was unimpressed, and to Thyris' demise, she simply used one of her wings to slap the flying elf, throwing her on the ground. In just a matter of seconds, the Archon caught the dazzled monk, and now they were at her mercy.
"Disappointing mortals."
The Archon stood up on her feet, then lifted off with her wings. She tightened her grip around the two adventurer's, frowning upon them with a judgemental gaze. Both were almost as big as her arm , yet she still had a solid grasp. Now for their fate...
"Your potential would be wasted if I cast you into the Maw. Yet, there is one punishment that would suit the both of you..."

And to everyone's surprise, even to the other Kyrians in the hall, the great Archon opened her own 'maw' wide as she approached Thyris' tiny body, head first into it. The elf desperately protesed and wriggled around, but all was quieted down as soon as her shoulders were pinned between the Archon's blue cheeks, while the gigantic blue tongue licked her bare midriff. Was the Archon savoring her?? Thyris shouted, but her voice simply echoed down the giant throat, which greeted her avidly. As soon as her head reached the esophagus...

*gulp*

Carma could only see with disarray her friend's legs flailing frantically outside of the Archon's stretched lips. But in a matter of seconds -or rather, in a matter of gulps- the legs were slurped in like noodles, while a big, wriggly bulge stretched the Angel's throat. Soon enough, the feet disappeared behind the beautiful lips, and shortly after, the whole bulge disappeared behind the collarbone. However, it reappared lower, right in the middle of the Archon's bare abdomen.
"You... You better let her out, or I'll make you regret your millions of year of existence!"
The Archon simply replied with a loud, mindy burp at her face, almost blowing her hair and her tendrils off her face.
"How petty." The Angel concluded, as she opened her jaws a second time.

Thyris tried to find somewhat of agreeable posture inside the tight digestive trap. But no matter her movements, the living flesh moved around her, preventing her from finding balance. In frustration, she kicked the slimy walls, stretching them and possibly ruining her boots as the dipped in the mucus, but all to no avail. A Monk like her should be able to kick her way out, damn it!
But then, all of a sudden, among the deafening gurgles surrounding her, she heard a familiar sound... It was Carma's voice! But it came from above, and it was getting... closer? All of a sudden, the sphincter opened above her head, and the Draenei's horns almost rammed into her blonde face. Thankfully, all the goop made her slip away from impalement, and instead, Carma's head splashed into some green liquid. Without a doubt, the acid had began rising...
"Oh, Carma, by the Sunwell!" Thyris sobbed.
"Umph! Are you alright, Thi'?" Carma asked as sook as her face emerged from the goop.
"No! With all this debacle, I will never get my wings!"
"Your...? Thyris, we have bigger priorities right now!" She retorted as she looked up at the sphincter she came from. There has to be a way to open it!...

"O, Great Archon..." A Kyrian inquired as she stared at the wriggling bulge of a belly. "Does this... follow the Path?"
"No." The Archon calmly replied with a satisfied smile. "But in these trying times, perhaps it is necessary to change and adapt..."

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Commission done by the lovely https://www.deviantart.com/dkmariska featuring Carma and Thyris... having made poor Covenant choices. :D

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