Seeing her need, you resign yourself, bowing your head down to her jaws, which eagerly gape to allow entry. Her throat contracts again, tugging your head halfway into her esophagus. She struggles with your shoulders, straining and working her head from side to side until she finally stretches wide and pulls you in halfway up your ribcage. You feel her heartbeat against your face, your chest, your groin. Surrounded by her hot slickness, you long to feel your calves come in from the cold beyond her mouth.
Your hands meet the top of her stomach and squeeze through the tiny opening by virtue of your momentum, sliding down into her warm place, met by a puddle of fluid. Next comes your head and your shoulders. Once those are past, the rest of you tumbles into her belly like a child down short slide. Compressed inside of her, her voice comes into your mind. "I may keep you for eternity, but I have not the power of life and death. To nourish me, you must give yourself to me of your own free will."
