Her green eyes seem to light up. "Excellent!" she says. "Willing prey-uh, I mean, partners are so rare." She waves her hands and her clothes disappear. Now nude in the warm morning sun she strides up to you with a beaming smile, waves her hand once again, and the tattered remains of your outfit vanish as well.
Caught off guard, you stammer out a hoarse question as the elven woman sizes you up and gives her lips another ominous lick. "What was that... about not having willing..."
She shushes you with a finger firmly planted to your lips as her other hand has begun to explore your naked blue body. "Remember, little morsel, you volunteered for this." She leans in close as if to whisper a dark secret.
You're blushing from the attention she's giving you. You're so distracted, in fact, that it takes you several seconds to realize that her open mouth is descending on your head. She wraps her arms around you in the strongest hug you've ever received and the world goes dark around you as your face is pressed into her throat. Still stunned, you don't struggle as she gives a massive gulp and begins pulling you down her esophagus.
The flick of her tongue across your breasts, now sitting in her mouth, is enough to startle you out of your stupor but by now it's too late. You kick your hooves outside but this doesn't do anything but amuse her and she swallows again, bringing your stomach into her mouth. After a thorough tasting she swallows again and you feel her teeth brush softly over your rear as it comes to rest in her mouth.
Your head presses up against something that gives way soon after, the sphincter to her stomach, and your head emerges into the fleshy, acrid chamber. With your arms pressed against your sides and peristalsis pulling you down to your gastric grave you realize that there's nothing you can do and sag in defeat.
Your predator gives a chuckle as she tastes your ample butt, and with another gulp more of you enters the pulsing, fleshy sac that is her stomach. The walls are slick with fluids and the constant motion makes it hard to maneuver, especially with half of your body still in her throat. It doesn't last long, however, as the elven woman sits down, probably against a tree, and points her head directly up, letting gravity carry you the rest of the way into her belly. After half a minute of slow descent she closes her mouth around your hooves, leaving only your twitching tail outside which she slurps up like a noodle before making a final gulp and trapping you in her gut completely. As the last of your body enters her she rubs her massive bulging stomach, full almost to bursting after eating a person larger than herself.
Her voice booms from all around you in the cramped space. "Oh by the gods, that was wonderful! I think you're the first willing subject I've ever had." You feel her stroke her engorged midsection in appreciation. "Thank you, Draenei. Usually my meals are much more... combative."
You're curled up tight with her stomach walls pressing against you. You know you need to get out of here... but something about the rhythmic undulating of her stomach muscles is strangely comforting. Like a warm, wet massage over your entire body. For some reason part of you wants to stay...
