"I'm sure of it Ester, please, let's do this now." You ask her, petting the hand that you sit on as well as her face. You couldn't resist the urges now. You wanted to be inside this turian, you wanted to be a part of her meal.
Ester is willing to oblige. Her gaze shifts from a loving one, to a predacious, sensual one. You feel intimidated by it, but intrigued as well. Did she even see you as a person any more, despite her effortlessly stating that she loved you earlier? She carries you into the kitchen, swaying her hips the whole way as you gaze down upon them. You think about how you're likely going to end up as fat on the odd shaped sides. Her stomach lets out a timely growl, now aware of the morsel of meat in her hands and wondering why he wasn't inside her yet. Much to the stomach's pleasure, that would soon be changed.
"Hmmm, I think you'd taste good with pancakes and scrambled eggs love." She licks her lips as she looks down at you, moaning about the idea of your taste. You watch as she cooks, she occasionally glances at your way letting our a hungry moan and petting her stomach, hinting at our soon to be new home.
No turning back now, you're going into her stomach.
