Arriving at yet another indistinct sphincter, by now coaxing them open had become routine. An energetic message, a few weighty shoves; that usually did the trick. But as Serf repeated this technique, it was clear this obstacle was different. Although quivering anxiously at the man's actions, it stubbornly refused to unclasp. The pitch of Diane's voice resonated faintly from above. Serf had heard her voice several times since being swallowed, but even before descending into her gut, interpreting anything she said was impossible.

With the murmurs of his captor becoming almost sardonic and now, opposed by an obstinate orifice, Serf became frustrated. Resorting to outright blows, brute-force proved to be effective. Able to wedge his hands through puckered muscle, the fleshly portal began to widen. Suddenly, a burst of light flooded the cavity. Light!? Finally, he thought, he had reached Diane's... exit. Managing to yank himself partway out of his companion, Serf was relived to see daylight again. Yet the utterance he had heard from Diane were strained yelps. He very much hoped his sudden emergence didn't hurt. But alarm steadily overcame his sense of sympathy; the cavernous den behind him was tightening.

As her rectum gaped and clenched, the sudden pressure forced the tiny man back into the woman's body. Serf hadn't hurt Diane, but he had managed to arouse her. Moments ago his escape was assured, but now he was being drawn back into her with intense fervor. Her body became agitated with carnal desire. Her heartbeat raced, her breathing quickened, and the small man's surroundings ululated excitedly. The smooth, flexing walls offered no purchase; his body, thoroughly drenched in fluids, only expedited his inward slide. Again Serf was rendered a hapless bystander on this journey... And his journey was on the verge of it's climax.

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