As Ravex tried to make up her mind, a low rumbling growl shook out of her stomach. It sounded like a bubbling swamp and was loud enough to the fairy to see. She looked at Ravex’s stomach, up at Ravex’s face, then back down at her stomach again.
“No … no … no please…” the fairy whimpered as Ravex licked her lips. She was hungry. She wanted something filling, something satisfying now. She wanted a little fairy. Now. Hunger clouding her mind, she grabbed the bowl and picked the entire thing up. Willow screamed as she felt her body lurch like she was on a lift as the bowl raised higher and higher, right towards Ravex’s sneering, imposing face.
The bowl was right besides her lips now. Slowly, she dragged her forked tongue along her lip, making sure to leave a thick trail of saliva behind. Her tongue swished from side to side in her mouth, creating a quagmire of thick, frothy saliva. Yet most intimidating of all were Ravex’s burning eyes.
Eyes focused purely on the tiny fairy before it.
“Please, no!” She screamed, wriggling like a freshly caught minnow-mermaid. “I’ll do anything!”
Ravex just smirked and rolled her eyes.
“Really? Well then, I want you to enter my stomach…”
She yawned open her mouth to reveal the pitch-black cave inside filled with bubbling, frothy saliva. It swished from side to side with her tongue, drips leaking out from the corner of her lips.
“She’s … she’s drooling! Droo … drooling over me!”
“That’s right little one. That’s all you’re good for after all.” A strange, strong voice reverberated into Willow’s mind. Ravex’s voice. Willow looked up, her shock and confusion somehow doubled, while Ravex just evilly smiled back. Reading this fairy’s thoughts was a child’s game to her.
And then she tilted the bowl forwards and tilted her head back, letting the broth drain away into her open lips. Willow included. She grabbed on for anything she could, but the walls were too slick, and her hands were tied. Nothing would slow her descent into Ravex’s open maw.
“No no no no no no no!” Screamed Willow as she slid forwards before abruptly passing from cool, hard ceramic to hot, squishy flesh. Everything went dark as she went through the threshold of Ravex’s lips into her own personal underworld, the stomach. Yet the tongue didn’t play with her, nor did the teeth come crashing down on her weak form.
Ravex was hungry, she wanted food now. Willow slipped, tumbled and skidded straight down her tongue … and right into her wide-open throat along with the waterfall of broth. As soon as her skin touched the soft, waiting throat flesh it surged to life, latching onto her form and dragging her down.
GULP!
Willow screamed as she was forced down the boiling hot confines of Ravex’s throat as a small, wriggling bulge. Grinning in delight, Ravex took one hand away from the bowl to trace the lump down, down before it disappeared into her chest. Putting the bowl back down and swallowing the last of the broth, Ravex lazed back and felt her bulging stomach.
Willow fell from the esophagus into a stomach filled with churning broth, being tossed from side to side by the incessant currents. Breaching the surface she spluttered for air … before feeling a trickle of warm broth splash onto her head. She screamed and tried to get away, but it was everywhere. She could do nothing but weakly pound the walls as the stomach had its way with her…
