The cacophony of drives left resistance weak. Each moment the Hydra slipped deeper into their
awaiting gastric prison, the body unable to resist the muscled pulls of insides determined to
claim them. Even with the unwilling duo’s efforts, naught seemed to stop the relentless
devouring, foot by foot, the shared azure scales vanishing from view. Before the three knew it,
even the ground had escaped them, dangling in the air, forced to witness a satisfied expression
on the naga’s face, not even the slightest hint their efforts were having any success.
“What you get for trying to eat us.” a voice from below echoed. The three heads quickly turned,
only to see the older of their three victims mocking them, smirking as they sunk ever deeper,
“Enjoy your trip, girls. I hear it’s to die for.” Even if the girls wanted to respond, their attention lay
on their ever-escalating situation, their shared scales all trapped and swallowed away. Instead,
the soft human flesh of each of the three pressed against each other, soft breasts pressing
against one another. The last chance to resist was long gone; only squirms remained to the
three as the dampness of their prison finally gripped their minds. Bianca was first, her face
sinking beneath the ravenous precipice, Brielle soon to follow. Only Bella’s head remained
enraged, trying to escape their fate. Her arms reached, only to find nothing. A single finger
pressing against her cheek was all it took to render her useless, send her beyond the naga’s
lips, and be utterly devoured.
The journey to the naga’s serpentine depths was quick, walls kneading and pulling until the
hydra found a home within the woman’s coils, trapped, ensnared in depths ravenous to claim
them. Soft walls of undulating flesh hold them tight, bound in a not unpleasant yet unrelenting
grip. All three could barely see each other, the lightless chamber spiraling out in constant
crimson, the entrance they arrived from, and the end they were doomed to reach cloaked in
pitch black. Yet, the thing upon Bianca’s, Brielle’s, and Bella’s mind was the noise. They had
occasionally listened to their insides work their meals down, yet from within, the groans and
gurgles were unrelenting, earsplitting even. Each gastric wail seemed to come from an entirely
random place, yet its grip upon the hydra was unyielding. Every so often, a gastric note brought
shuddering sensations between the stomach wall and scales, all to the chagrin of the Hyrda
trapped within.
As Bianca merely lingered, indulging in her own lust, Brielle instead couldn’t help but cuddle up
to Bella, distraught.
“Bella, there’s gotta be a way out, right?!” Brielle bemoaned, face centimeters from Bella's, tears
rolling down her cheek, breasts pressing together as the woman sought comfort in their
situation.
“I’m thinking!” Bella quickly snapped, rolling her shoulders against the slick walls, her resistance
bouncing off, a slight tingling gripping her. Bella’s eyes widened, her reaction frantic, as she
recognized what was happening, “Would be easier if you weren’t smothering me!”
“Face it, girls, we’re food.” Bianca giggled, only to receive a mortified stare from Brielle and a
furious gaze from Bella. Yet, the third did not relent, pushing the ceiling of their prison higher,
shifting herself, stroking at their cheeks, reassuring them as even the willing individual could feel
the tingle of digestion, “Let’s just enjoy this.”
The two holdouts wanted to retort, to struggle and win their freedom, yet trapped, sapped of
energy, the tingling sensation growing more potent, there was comfort in merely giving in. Within
the embrace of their willing third, Brielle and Bella sighed, the small part willing to resist fading
away, accepting they’d been claimed by a predator all the stronger than themselves. As all three
closed their eyes, waiting for the inevitable, the tingling grew stronger still, their forms softening,
their tail going soft and goopy. All three could feel themselves melting into one another, the
warmth radiating off their bodies merging and melding together, the three’s separation fading
away. They were all the same feast for the naga now, after all, and as the consciousness began
to fade from Bianca, Brielle, and Bella’s eyes, they could feel every inch of their existence lose
all shape. Softening under the ever-undulating walls into the mere suggestion of their form, the
hydra’s selves passed, their form, ready to fade away for the ever ravenous Sefirot, oh so
fortunate to have snapped them up.

Artwork made by Fevvs
https://fevvscommission.carrd.co/

Story made by  TheVoreEngineer

The Hydra Bianca,
Brielle, and Bella belongs to  packerman

Sefirot belongs to me

Please login to post a comment.