Zaiha

Wind whipped through my hair as the boat skimmed across the choppy surface of the Vichtas Reservoir. It was the largest lake in the southeastern region of Ardin known as Vichtas Major —the drow homelands— and was home to innumerable species of magical creatures. A Magizoologist's playground.

It was eight months almost to the day since my first trip down Hellebore's gullet. I spent six of them as Hellebore's personal food slave. She devoured me more times than I could count, at least once a day, but sometimes two or three. Once, she grew a rare fruit that greatly enhanced my available magic, and she ate me six times. I woke up in her stomach on more than one occasion; I had to keep wards up at all times, or suffer the consequences. 

Over time, with each successful pass through her digestive system, Hellebore grew to treat me with a modicum of respect. Elves, she said, used tattooed runes to keep them alive through situations like what I was subjected to. Humans just die, most times. But not me. I survived, again and again, and I did it with nothing but my own wit and power, and that impressed her. Eventually, she even agreed to allow me to return to Calentra, with the stipulation that I come back to visit her at least once a year. It's strange to admit even to myself, but we parted as… well, almost as friends. About as friendly as a 50km diameter mass of hungry plants and their little food slave could be, I guess. At the very least, I no longer bore her any ill will. Hellebore was simply fulfilling her assigned role. She was nature, and nature consumes all.

Imagine my surprise when, upon my haggard return to the college clad in nothing but a borrowed blanket "poncho," a familiar face was waiting for me at my desk.

"We're coming up on her last sighting!" The drow at the helm said. Her white hair cascaded down her shoulders to the small of her back, billowing in the wind as she expertly navigated our little wooden craft through the waves. She wore a maroon bikini, her firm, muscular body truly a sight to see. She looked over her shoulder at me, catching me staring at her ass. A smug smile graced her black lips, and she gave me a wink with those unique purple eyes.

Yup, you guessed it. Olephia. 

The last time I had seen Olephia, she'd been nothing but a flailing lump in one of Hellebore's many throats, snapped clean out of the air by a venus flytrap just moments before. But the Olephia who waited at my desk was almost a different person. Confident, composed, and clothed, she explained to me that she was a member of the Vichtas Major Research Guild. Specifically, her group's field of study involved the, um, feeding habits of the larger species that inhabited her homelands and Ardin as a whole. She'd told the truth to me at the time; she really was working as a caravan guide, but her secondary objective was to study Hellebore herself. She had intended to pass the caravan over to another guide and venture into the oasis alone, but Hellebore had other plans.

"I took one trip through the creature's giantess form," she'd said to me at the time. "You took several hundred. The Guild needs people with your kind of experience in this field."

"No way," I'd told her. "I just escaped from constantly crawling through intestines, and I am not looking to go crawling right back down another throat. I just want to sit at my desk and write a paper about plant guts so I can convince myself that I didn't just go through hell for nothing."

"Twenty thousand gold for the past six months of data on the Nature Spirit, fifteen thousand for a sign-on bonus to continue your work with us, and another fifteen for every stomach you help us map out."

"...deal."

All right, I'm paraphrasing here, but the point is, the Vichtas Major Research Guild was one of the most heavily funded and underutilized guilds I had ever come across. Money was not even a concern to them. Anywhere I wanted to go, anything I wanted to study, they'd finance the whole trip. Just so long as I passed through some guts on my way from point A to point B.

And for my first mission, those intestines belonged to one of the most elusive marine species: a deepwater lake mermaid. 

The local fishing villages had dubbed her Kianni, a name that meant "star" in the old drow tongue. Supposedly, the only time she'd been seen above the surface was on clear, cool nights, when all the lights were off and the majesty of the night sky was on full display. Reports were a little muddied, and not the least bit scientifically accurate, but she was estimated to be around 18-20 meters long, with a four-and-a-half meter long upper body. That was considerably smaller than my main area of expertise, as Hellebore had stood approximately 35 meters tall (she let me measure her once, but I had to be standing on a platform looking down into her gaping throat to do it). This was going to be a tight fit.

Strangely, I didn't… really mind the idea of being swallowed that much anymore. With all the practice I'd gotten, I knew I'd come out of it unscathed, and guaranteed safety did a whole hell of a lot to calm me down about it. At the end of my time with Hellebore, I'd even come to enjoy it. Just a little, though, and certainly not enough to do anything about the way it turned me on. That was still an embarrassing fact that I tried my best to forget about. But the way her digestive tract massaged me, squeezing my entire body, the long, slow rides through the intestines… it wasn't bad. It was like getting a massage on a really slow waterslide. 

Olephia tapped the Drive rune on the dash of her little control console, and our boat came to a stop. Another rune anchored us in place, the waves gently lapping over the sides and sloshing in the bottom of the boat.

"We're here," Olephia said brightly. 

I stood from my seat in the shaded back of the boat, stepping out into the sun. My already tanned skin warmed with the late afternoon rays. The sun was beginning to set, the sky on the horizon lighting up in a brilliant display of oranges and pinks. In less than an hour, the light would fade and the stars would begin to shine through, weaving their elaborate tapestry across the sky. Perfect conditions for catching a stargazing mermaid. 

I had been given a white bikini. I don't know what it was made from, but it was so soft and lightweight I hardly even realized I was wearing it. Hence why I'd been hiding in the back. I felt naked, and with a specimen like Olephia in the boat, I felt a bit… inferior. I was in good shape, mind you. My physique was nice and athletic, with shapely legs, a cute little butt, modest breasts, and a defined line down the center of my abs, but Olephia was on another level. Her black skin was taut and firm, her muscles rippling underneath as she pressed her thumbs into her lower back and stretched. Her breasts, just a little bit smaller than mine, rose and fell with a deep, satisfied exhale. She was ready for the day's adventure.

"All right, standard safety speech," she said, shaking out her arms to get warmed up. "Mermaids are a part of the Fey alliance. As such, any offer made can be claimed as a binding contract. However, deepwater mermaids have little to no contact with anything but fish and other mermaids. She might not know or even care about Fey law. The purpose of this is to get an up close and personal look at her inside and out, but do not offer your body to her, just in case. She'd be within her rights to claim it. Permanently."

I swallowed the lump of fear forming in my throat. "Got it."

"We're going to her on her home turf here. Wards up, runes on, no lights, keep an eye out for large black shapes."

"W-wait, what? No lights? We're supposed to just… swim down blind?"

Olephia twisted her long, white hair up into a messy bun, and motioned for me to do the same. I grabbed a handful of my long, black hair, gave it a twist, and wrapped it up. Using just a little touch of magic, I wrapped the ends tightly around the base of the bun and tucked them in, so it would stay put in the water. My blunt bangs were a bit too short to tuck up, so they remained framing the sides of my face.

"The other main tenant of Fey law: be a good guest. Light is not a natural occurrence down there. Bringing it with us may harm her eyes, which would definitely be rude. Now. You have your Playback rune?"

I held up the little clay tablet. In the center, an intricate, swirling design that once broken, would record my experiences for the next forty-eight hours. The same design graced Olephia's collarbone, in white ink. Like most elves, Olephia had several runic tattoos on her hands, chest, and forearms, each one serving a purpose that I solved with a spell. I had wards, she had Shield. I had the breathing portal that got me through Hellebore a couple hundred times, she had Breath. I died if I got digested, she had Rebirth. 

Mental note: look into reformation spells, just in case…

I cracked the Playback rune with my fingers. A little green spark emanated from the severed edges, arcing from the clay to my hand. My vision turned green for a moment, then cleared. There. Now I was recording. As it was explained to me, the Playback rune captured inputs from the five main senses in a little crystal, which was stored on the boat. Someone puts the crystal in a special necklace, and they can experience the physical stimuli of your last 48 hours. Visual and physical sensations were the most important, but smell, hearing, and taste were also being tracked just because that's how the rune worked. So long as they didn't ask me to start licking the walls, I was fine with that. 

The downside to all this fancy runic technology was that the actual research skills that I had honed with years of study and several college degrees were basically obsolete. All the important scientific measurements and stuff would be done by Guild researchers in a safe, controlled environment where they could replay the parts they needed over and over and over again until they teased out every last, infinitesimal detail. I wasn't here because of my credentials; they just needed someone brave or stupid enough to go get the recordings. I did not consider myself particularly brave, but in this moment, staring down at the water I would soon be sinking into, I sure did feel stupid.

Olephia reached behind her and untied the strings of her bikini. Reluctantly, I followed suit. Hellebore was not alone in her distaste for clothes. It seemed most of the Ardinian giant races preferred naked prey, so, as willing prey to the beasts of the land, we had to work naked.

My drow companion's breasts were firm and perky. Her nipples were a darker shade of black than her skin, with clearly defined, perfectly circular borders. When she took off her bikini bottom, I saw that she had a trimmed patch of white pubes above her shapely and impeccably groomed pussy. Gods, this woman was gorgeous. 

"Looking good, Zaiha!" Olephia said. Her hand connected with my left ass cheek with a loud POP! I squeaked in embarrassment, and tried to shuffle out of ass slap range. 

The beautiful drow followed, purple eyes brimming with intent. Her hands went for my breasts next. She pinched my nipples, light brown and just a little larger than hers, between index and forefingers and rolled them back and forth. Her touch was electrifying. With only a few squeezes of her magic fingers, my nipples hardened. My back arched into her gentle, confident attention, my body betraying me as it pushed upward until her fingers sunk into my soft, perky breasts. I gasped, looking up at her beautiful face. She had a few inches on me, enough that I had to tilt my chin back to stare into her eyes. It had been a long, long time since anyone had touched me like this. I wanted more. Gods, I wanted more. 

Then she withdrew, sitting on the edge of the boat. My cheeks flushed; my face must have been redder than a stop sign. How had she gotten me so flustered so fast?

"Wha…?" I managed to get out.

"Sorry, got a little carried away." She didn't look even remotely sorry. In fact, she looked like she was contemplating doing it again. "I've heard mermaids can smell arousal pheromones in the water though, so… bonus?"

"W-wait, so I'm gonna be bait?"

"Okay one, we're literally going down there to get swallowed whole by her anyway, so what does it matter? And two, who says you're the only one who's turned on right now?"

"…let'sgetinthewater…"

I hopped off the side of the boat, hitting the surface of the lake with a loud splash. Goosebumps erupted on my skin as the temperature dropped by about 10 degrees. The sun had warmed the water some, but not enough. It was chilly! My already hard nipples started to hurt a little bit. If I'd kept my bikini on, I was fairly certain I could've poked holes in it. I activated my ward, and the temperature became a little more manageable. 

Olephia slipped into the water next to me with little more than a slosh, fucking elegant as all hell. She swam over to me, bumping her forehead against mine. Her purple eyes stared directly into my hazel ones. I blushed, fighting the urge to look away.

"Stay close. We're not going to be able to talk once we're down there."

I nodded. Add that to the list of things we had going against us. I didn't want to be a downer, but I just could not see how this excursion was supposed to bear any sort of fruit.

"Mostly blind, partially deaf, unable to communicate, and a hunting ground spanning tens of square kilometers. How are we even going to find her?" 

Olephia smiled. With her free hand, she caressed the Breath rune on the web between her right index and thumb. 

"We don't have to find her. We just have to get close enough for her to start hunting us." 

Well that was reassuring.

* * * * *

Olephia

My head slipped under the water, the smile still on my lips. The day's last rays penetrated the water, forming shafts of light as they encountered the silt and microorganisms floating close to the surface. I blinked a couple times, feeling the increased drag on my eyelashes. My eyes weren't as delicate as human or even other elf species'. My vision was unobstructed. 

Zaiha fluttered down next to me, her ward blocking the water. She could see too. We exchanged thumbs up, and started our descent into the darkness. I felt a little pang of jealousy, seeing her use magic like this. Us elves were once magical beings ourselves, until nearly a thousand years ago. 

Upon death, the greatest kings of the Zamari bloodline were brought back to life as liches to serve as advisors for the next in line. In this way, our kingdom continued to benefit from the wisdom of their experience until the day their bodies turned to dust. Then their phylacteries would be laid to rest in the mausoleum. Only the current reigning king was allowed access to the mausoleum, to call them forth in times of great need.

Then Vichtas the First came into power. 

A student of many styles of long-forbidden magic, Vichtas tortured the old kings into revealing secrets of the power of blood. One by one, he broke their phylacteries and absorbed them into himself, extending his life long past its natural limits. When he could escape death no longer, he performed the ceremony to be reborn as the undead on himself, using the ancient blood magic he tortured from the past kings. They say the streets of Calamen, capital of our lands and sister city to Calentra, wept red as he called upon the blood of the entire city.

With the unholy powers granted to him in his undeath, Vichtas spread an army of twisted, corrupted monsters across Ardin, slaughtering all in his path. He seemed nigh unstoppable, until the mages of Calentra turned to their own restricted practices, and came upon a ritual that would be his undoing. Vichtas fed on the power of blood. The more he killed, the stronger he grew. So they would strip our blood of power.

As we all know, they were successful, Vichtas finally starved to death, peace was restored to the land, blah blah blah. Every elf in Ardin knows the story. The name Vichtas became synonymous with my people, as our skin was stained black with the blight he poured onto our land. To ensure we never forgot the very worst of us, they renamed everything in our land after him. Vichtas Major, the Vichtas Reservoir. Calamen became Vichtas Minor. Even our own name they took from us, naming us Vichtasmar, as though we had not been brothers and sisters for millennia before, and have done nothing since. 

Except for Zaiha. An outsider to Ardin, she knew very little of the stories we'd grown up with. She called me drow. I didn't pretend to understand what it meant, but after a century of Vichtasmar, it felt… good, to not be looked at through the lens of an ancient royal's atrocities.

Even so, it was difficult to fully ignore the past when we were literally swimming around in an example of it right now. The Vichtas Reservoir was a strip mine during the war, producing iron for his abominable war machines. After the liberation of Calamen, dams were broken and rivers diverted into the mines, forming the lake. There were still hundreds of thousands of tunnels honeycombing the rock, bearing the rusted, decaying remains of the darkest time in our history.

So, like I said, hard to ignore. What wasn't hard to ignore, though, was Zaiha's shapely little ass as she swam her way down, just a couple meters in front of me. I decided it was a much better focus for my attention. 

I kicked forward, fluttering my feet behind me to propel myself down until I was alongside her. I let my hand come down gently on her butt, then slid it up her back. She burbled a little in embarrassed protest. 

Once my hand reached her shoulder, I turned her to face me. I put two fingers up to my eyes, then pointed down further and to the left. She turned and squinted, then shrugged. I shook my head, and repeated the gesture. She shrugged again. Couldn't see it, apparently. Human eyes were so weak in the dark. 

"Outcropping," I tried to say, my word whisked away in small flurries of bubbles.

Unsurprisingly, all I got back was a questioning look. I drew out a little stairstep in the water in front of me, and she seemed to get it. She gave me a thumbs up, and began swimming… in the wrong direction. I rolled my eyes and grabbed her hand, dragging her down with me toward the massive rock shelf. If she already couldn't see, this would be a lot more difficult. Sometimes I wished I'd taken the Waterbreathing rune instead of Breath. Then I'd be able to talk underwater. However, there were a lot more instances where I needed to breathe than just underwater, especially in this job. Breath worked in stomachs, Waterbreathing did not.

Twenty or so meters later, we reached the outcropping. My feet touched down on the sandy surface, kicking up little puffs. I pressed my nostrils shut and blew, equalizing my head pressure with the surrounding water. Zaiha seemed perfectly fine. Benefits of magic, I guessed. I estimated that we were only around 40 meters down. Rather shallow for a "deep" water mermaid, but apparently this one liked to spend time near the surface at night. Most members of her species didn't like to be near the surface at all, which is why it's so difficult to find them. The lake was much deeper than this. It went down almost 1000 meters at its deepest point, yet it seemed that Kianni preferred an area between 50-150 meters deep. 

This outcropping was actually one of her favorite haunts, if you believed the locals. I met a rather surly old elf who complained for almost an hour about how something big was breaking into his freshwater crab traps, but only in this specific portion of the lake. He put the traps out on this outcropping every week on the first day, and pulled them out busted on the last day. He said he'd tried avoiding that area altogether, but then something started knocking on the underside of his boat. Something big. He swore that one time he looked into the water, and in the deep, he saw two glowing eyes the size of dinner plates staring back at him. He hadn't missed a week since. 

The ground around me was littered with broken bits of crab trap. This was definitely the place. Given that her other sightings were all within a 5km radius of this little rock shelf, this seemed like the best place to set up shop and wait for her.

Zaiha let out a surprised bloop and began hopping around. I paddled over to her to see what was the matter. I gave her arm a reassuring squeeze so she knew where I was; she was blind as a bat. She pouted and held her foot up to me, swaying a bit as she struggled to keep her balance in the slow moving water around our little platform. A little white-shelled freshwater crab had a death grip on her pinky toe. 

I couldn't help but laugh, bubbles trailing out of my mouth and nose. I cupped the little guy in my hands, feeling his sharp little legs prodding my palm as he tried to both run away and continue his assault on the foot that invaded his home. His other claw was waving around, searching for something else to attack. I tried my best to steer clear of it. I didn't have a ward to protect me from this fierce little beast. His pinch might actually hurt me.

I leaned down, pawing through the bits of crab trap until I found a decent-sized stick. I introduced the stick to his waving claw, and he immediately latched on. Once he was secured, I began to wave the stick around, imitating the thrashing of prey or the indignant flails of a predator. Thinking he had something much better to attack, he released his grip on Zaiha's toe, and attacked the stick with both claws. 

I tossed him back on the ground then turned to give Zaiha a little smile. She pouted, but was looking at a spot that appeared to be the center of my neck. Even this close, she couldn't really make out my features.

I bit my lip, pondering for a moment. She was really cute when she was helpless like this. With her unable to see, I could pretty much do anything I wanted to her and she'd never see it coming. My hand left her forearm. She stretched her arms out and waved them around, feeling the water to see where I'd gone. I paddled back a couple paces, the displacement of the water giving her something to follow. She took a step towards me—carefully, as she'd learned her lesson with the crab—her arms still outstretched.

I let her get right up on me, then squatted down a little bit so Zaiha's groping hand caught me boob-first. She gave a couple little test squeezes, her face scrunched up in concentration, then squeaked as she realised what she was holding. I couldn't tell with how dark it was, but I bet she turned beet red. The laugh I was holding exploded out of me with a huge flurry of bubbles. She let my tit go and started to backpedal. I grabbed the back of her head before she could get away, pulling her forward until her face hit my chest. I used my upper arms to squish my breasts around her face. A trail of tiny little bubbles drifted up from my cleavage as she whined. 

As I held her there, letting her flail and get all embarrassed, I looked over the top of her head, out past the edge of the outcropping.

Two blue, glowing eyes the size of dinner plates looked back at me from the darkness.

* * * * *

Zaiha

It wasn't fair.

Olephia had way better darkvision than me. I didn't know if that was due to a rune or her drow heritage, but it was obvious from about 10 meters down that she could still see a lot better than me. I'd been… okay, around the 10 meter mark, but once we'd gotten down to the outcropping, my eyes had completely gone out the window. You'd best believe I'd be consulting my books when I got back to my office. There had to be a spell for this. What had I learned? Magelight! Because I wasn't concerned about being rude to fucking mermaids when I was going through spells! I was positive this wouldn't be the last time I'd be put in a situation like this, either. I was just waiting for the nocturnal giantesses. "Oh, you can't have magelight up because they'd avoid you and not hunt you!" Yeah, that's what normal people want to happen.

Olephia truly wasn't helping with my situation, either. Once she learned she could tease me with it, she started playing with me. Now I had my face mashed in her chest, soft breasts squishing my cheeks and making my lips puff out. I whined, struggling a little to try and get free. My hands grabbed at what I could reach, which wound up being her hips, and pushed, trying to get her off of me. Believe me, I was not complaining about the situation itself, but there was a time and a place, and this was neither. All I could think about was what she'd said on the boat, about mermaids being able to smell arousal pheromones in the water.

Okay, maybe this was the time and place, but if she was trying to turn me into a beacon of horny for Kianni to follow, then her reasons were wrong and I didn't want that either. I'd only known Olephia for a short time, but I was starting to really, really like her. I didn't know what it was about my tall, muscular, absolutely gorgeous companion, but she handled me in a way that no one else ever had. Like she could take whatever she wanted from me, but not in a malicious way like Hellebore. Like she knew what to take, and what I wanted her to take even if I didn't consciously know that myself. If there was going to be any of this kind of play, I wanted it to be genuine and born out of mutual feelings. 

Olephia's muscles tensed, her fingernails digging into my scalp and back. Okay, I learned something new about myself from that. I was about to wrap my hands around her waist in submission when she pulled me out of her cleavage and up to her face. All I could see was a slight purplish hue where her eyes would be. She yanked my head to the side, and put her mouth right next to my ear.

"EEAAAEE!"

The bubbles tickled my ear, the sound of her escaping air drowning out any sort of enunciation. When I didn't immediately respond, she wrenched me around and faced me in some new direction, as if, magically, that would get her message across.

"EE. AAA. EE!" she repeated, enunciating the syllables. It didn't help.

Wait, I actually could see something this time! I couldn't quite make it out, but it looked like there were some lights further out, past the edge of the outcropping. Maybe one or two. My brain wrestled with what was spoken, trying to connect it to what I was supposed to be seeing. Eeaaaee? Eeaaaee…

Kianni!

Just as it clicked in my brain what that light in the dark could possibly be, the sun exploded underwater. Searing white light poured into my retinas from the direction Olephia had pointed me in, instantly blinding me in an entirely new and unique way. I stumbled backward, shocked and blinking away stars and colorful swirls behind my eyelids. My entire vision had gone white!

Something connected with my face, sending me reeling back. I didn't get very far, as something else clamped down on my back. I felt the all too familiar rasp of taste buds sliding across my skin, and then the weight of lips settled around my shoulders. She was eating me! I fought back weakly, my hands delivering open palmed slaps to her cheeks, my feet trying to propel me in a direction that wasn't down her gullet. In the back of my mind, I knew this was all a part of the plan, but reality often didn't match what was on paper. It was a deeply ingrained human instinct to not allow yourself to be eaten, as it often meant death. And so I fought as best as I could.

Then Kianni bit down. My ward popped instantly, and her teeth dug into my skin. The pressure of the water rushed straight to my head, giving me a blinding headache. I cried out both from that and her bite, and went limp. How had she broken through my ward already? Fear crept back into my heart, as months of forced training at the hands of a hungry nature spirit collapsed in the face of a new challenge. No, it couldn't be like this! I couldn't do it! Let me out, please!

The pressure changed again as Kianni expelled the water from her mouth, and got to sucking on me. My headache vanished as the pressure in her mouth went to surface level, then past it. My ears popped once, then twice. Her tongue was really moving underneath me. My breasts were in her mouth, and she seemed to like their taste. My nipples responded to her ministrations by hardening again, the texture of her taste buds causing involuntary spasms in my abs. I was already turned on by Olephia, this wasn't fair! Why did my body have to like this so much? My mind hated it. 

I tried to reactivate my ward, but her teeth immediately shattered it. Blinded, unprotected, and facing the imminent swallow, I'm embarrassed to admit that I froze. It was like the first time in Hellebore's mouth, when my mind began to slip away from me. But this time, nothing was there to bring me back to the present. I wasn't a plaything anymore. I was nothing but food, hunted by a predator with no desire to even chat before consuming me. 

My vision finally cleared. I didn't know where it was coming from, but there was suddenly more light than there had been previously. That was both a good and a bad thing. It gave my mind something to focus on, to stave off the mental shutdown for just a little bit longer. Unfortunately, that thing was the gaping throat directly in front of my face. 

Kianni's mouth was dark red, just a few shades off from the plant maws Hellebore had. Along her gum line, just below her teeth, little bioluminescent dots were glowing with a pale blue light. The tongue beneath me was humanoid. It felt a lot more textured than Hellebore's tongue, and when she flexed it upwards, I found out why. Tiny little spines covered the papillae, all slanted backward toward her throat, a throat that was twitching and quivering less than a foot from my nose. With a diet of (mostly) fish, a tongue like that would help her grip their slippery scales. It also meant that anything she got her lips around could only move in one direction, and that was in. She certainly knew how to use it effectively on a human female; it felt heavenly on my nipples and the soft skin of my breasts. She was really good about keeping those spines from sticking into my skin, meaning I was treated to rough, but not painful, stimulation.

Back on topic though… 

The other thing I noticed, once I'd wrested enough of my mind back from the brink of despair, was how small it was. Kianni had my head, shoulders, and chest in her mouth, and my nose could almost touch her uvula. I felt the bottom rows of molars grazing the sides of my arms. At its widest point, the arch of her throat seemed only barely capable of stretching over my shoulders. My hips would be a real problem for her. Maybe they'd get stuck? She'd start choking, realize she can't swallow me, and let me go?

Yeah, maybe the fish would choke. Because fish breathe. Get it together, Zaiha. 

Suction on my body increased just as her teeth released me. My head passed through the arch of her throat, rounding the corner into the muscular tube. To my surprise, I slid right in with ease. The folds of her throat were deep, allowing plenty of room to expand and accept my head, shoulders, and breasts, then clamp down with such strength that it molded to my body. It pressed against my eye sockets, my nostrils, it even formed to the curves of my ears. The sound of her beating heart and the blood rushing through her veins drowned out everything else. 

Her lips settled on my thighs, that rough tongue working across my belly and pubic mound. I pressed my legs together tightly, in case that tip got to exploring. Unfortunately, that also put me in a prime swallowing position. With a wet squelch and a sudden lunge that nearly gave me whiplash, my hips joined me in her throat. A peristaltic wave rolled across my body, squeezing me hard enough to make my back crack all down its length. I squealed as the pressure on my sides threatened to pop my elbows backward. I'd somehow gotten my arms locked straight at my sides, the throat too tight to move them safely. I just had to endure until it was over.

Endure? Who was I kidding? There was nothing I could do about this. I was doomed. Once again, I had overestimated my own abilities with my damn stupid confidence, and then something came along and immediately proved my insignificance. I couldn't do this. I couldn't. There was no way, especially not when I couldn't even keep a fucking ward up. As despair crashed over me once again, my mind finally stopped trying to fight the shutdown, and I froze up completely. I barely even felt the final swallow, my legs slithering down her throat with ease. My head breached through the sphincter to her stomach.

It was so small. If I was a snack for Hellebore, I was a full meal for Kianni. The throat forced the rest of me through into the slimy, claustrophobic space, the stomach expanding to contain my entire body. I wound up laying on my back in the fetal position, hemmed in on all sides by the fleshy prison. I felt the zig zag lines of her stomach press deep into my skin, the churning muscle immediately getting to work to soften me up so Kianni's body could make use of my nutrition. And I couldn't even bring myself to care. The best I managed from my numb, uncoordinated limbs was a half-assed attempt to stretch out that was firmly denied as the walls clenched in again, squishing me into an even tighter ball. 

There I lay, my mind in limbo as my body was worked over by powerful muscles, reduced to a slowly wiggling lump behind a mermaid's abs. I had a vague hope, at least, that Olephia would possibly be able to save me. Assuming she got in here in time. 

I hoped she was having a better time than me…

* * * * *

Olephia

Thankfully, I did not have my retinas burnt out by Kianni's explosive flash. I saw the pale blue lights across her body flickering, and I knew something was coming. I turned away, closing my eyes and covering them with my hands just in time. A split second later, the world turned white, and I swear I saw the bones in my hands through my closed eyelids. 

Even without taking the full brunt of the photonic attack, I still had to blink a few times to get rid of the outline of my own skeletal hand imprinted on my vision. Gods, that was powerful. My mind stuttered for a moment as I tried to process through what had happened and what to do next. The spots in my eyes were already fading. I was fine. Zaiha… probably took that straight to the face. Poor girl. Let's see how she's doing.

I turned around, and was greeted by the sight of Zaiha slowly being swallowed by the giant mermaid.

Kianni was massive. Easily the 20 meters witness accounts had placed her at—maybe up to 25—with flowing jet black hair adding another 2 meters to her height as it fanned out in the water above her head. Her upper torso was a dark maroon just a few shades away from pitch black. A science fact I didn't even know I'd held onto popped into my head. A lot of deep water creatures had reddish coloration because red light waves are among the first to be filtered out in water. In the deep dark depths of the Vichtas Reservoir, she'd appear black; I was only seeing red because she was so close to the surface. On the other side however, the color of light that penetrates water the best is blue, and her biology had made use of that fact too. With her primary form of hunting being to essentially flashbang unsuspecting fish in the water, her bioluminescence producing blue light meant that her range of effect was greatly increased. 

Lines of these bioluminescent lights swirled across her skin in intricate patterns, casting an eerie glow on my little rock outcropping. They ran up her back, swirled over her abs, encircled her breasts and the gill slits on her rib cage, followed the curves of her eye sockets and ran across her forehead in a sort of pseudo-tiara pattern, giving her the appearance (or at least, my mind made this association) of underwater royalty. Her nipples glowed blue too. That was probably something to do with reproduction and making them easy for her children to find in the pitch black of her native environment, but all my brain could think was "heheheh. Literal headlights!"

Her tail at first appeared black, but then she bent it around to settle herself down on the rock next to me. Her scales caught the light from her patterns and reflected it, turning the floor around me into a dazzling carpet of mystifying lights. A secondary hunting strategy. Reflective scales, to create mesmerizing patterns. Fish were stupid. Something as simple as this would probably hypnotize the dumb little animals, getting them close enough for her to simply snatch out of the water with her hands or mouth. 

Speaking of her mouth, she gave a swallow just then, and Zaiha's head bulged out her throat. Her collarbones flexed, much more pliable than elven bones, allowing the sorceress to slip past and into the ribcage. Zaiha's breasts made little outlines on either side of the mermaid's trachea. 

Oh, fuck… I thought. I realized, to my surprise, that the sight of Zaiha slipping down her throat was sexually arousing to me. Her form encased in a predator's body, clearly visible from the outside like this. This was my first mission with a partner; I'd never seen someone else get swallowed before. It made me want to swim over there, put my legs around Kianni's throat, and grind on her as Zaiha slipped by. It also made me wonder how it would feel to have a shrunken nude sorceress sliding down my own throat…

Of course, I learned something scientifically as well, it wasn't all pleasure. Like the fact that Kianni had a trachea. Other mermaids did as well, as they had a complicated double-breathing system. Instead of the trachea branching into two paths for the lungs, it branched into four—two air lungs and two water lungs, which connected to the gills on their ribs. While underwater, the gills open and valves seal off the air lungs to act as swim bladders. The pull of the diaphragm draws water into the water lungs and forces it out through their gills in a process called respiratory ventilation. When they surface above the water, their gills seal, the water lungs are closed off, and the air lungs are back in business.

You'd think, based on this, that it would be a gimme that she'd have a trachea. But it wasn't. Deep water mermaids rarely, if ever, surface. It would be more advantageous for them to breathe solely like a fish, and fish don't have tracheas. Fish have a space in their mouths called a buccal cavity to which the gills were attached, and use their jaw muscles to pump water through their gills as opposed to diaphragm movements. Kianni, being a deep water mermaid, could have had a similar form of respiration. Now, a buccal cavity would likely require her gills to be on her neck, but hear me out. There's another option here. 

Her respiratory system could be separated from the mouth and oropharynx completely if she had something called spiracles, which are little tubes that take in water and ventilate the gills during feeding in some sharks and bottom-dwelling fish. She's already got the openings, they're called nostrils. There have been numerous models of theorized deep water mermaid respiratory systems in which the nostrils do not come through the oropharynx, but go around it. They run outside the throat, parallel to the carotid and jugular to each of her water lungs (her air lungs having become permanent swim bladders), supplemented by additional spiracles on her back. Voila, she can eat and breathe at the same time, and the evolutionary design flaw of food and air/water entering through the same hole is eliminated.

The existence of a trachea in combination with rib gills did two things. It disproved every one of those respiratory models, and it opened the door for Kianni to potentially have the same double-breathing equipment as her surface counterparts. And that meant, we might be able to speak with her. 

See? There was science going on here! It wasn't all horniness.

Speaking of horniness though, Kianni gave another swallow, and Zaiha's legs slipped down her throat. The outline of her hips deformed Kianni's chest for a moment, then her legs slid down smooth as butter. It was such a tight squeeze, I could watch her progress as she slipped into the stomach. The poor sorceress bulged out the mermaid's midsection, leaving a bump below her ribcage. The bump wiggled, tried to stretch, and was quickly forced back into submission by a flex of Kianni's powerful abs. 

I stepped forward, completely on autopilot. All I could think about was how much I wanted to press my body against that wriggling bump, to kiss and lick it, to feel Zaiha squirming underneath the skin. My pussy was on fire, and that lumpy little bump under Kianni's abs looked perfect to grind my clit against.

At that moment, however, something happened that put me right back into science mode. My poor pussy was getting whiplash. 

Kianni wasn't alone. As she settled in on the rock shelf, regarding me with vague curiosity, a swarm of about 10 other mermaids swam up from below the outcropping. My first thought was "children!" But no, the coloration was wrong; more surface mermaid than deep water. They seemed almost like remoras or wrasses, those little guys that follow sharks around eating parasites and leftovers. They were small; maybe 5 feet long, with the grey-blue tops and white underbellies common among more surface-dwelling mermaid species. 

The little mermaids got right to work, their little grey bodies almost translucent in the glow of Kianni's bioluminescence. Two of them latched onto the bump immediately, rubbing Kianni's full belly with a look of bliss on their little faces. Others picked a hand and a finger, nibbling along her fingernails, and one swam right into her open mouth. She nibbled her way all along the teeth, then, seeming upset at the lack of leftovers, began picking for scraps in the folds of the larger mermaid's throat until she was buried up to her hips in there, and I could see her squirming little form distending Kianni's neck. 

This was something I'd never seen before. As Kianni pulled the little one out of her throat, she gave her a kiss, and the small mermaid practically melted in her fingers. This looked to me like… friendship? A symbiotic relationship formed through bonds of affection. To be fair, I wasn't an expert on mermaids, either. I only knew the stuff I did about respiratory systems because there were interested parties at the Guild who wanted to know. Nobody had bothered to ask for or explain the intricacies of mermaid symbiosis.

I wondered how they communicated. The smaller mermaids, being surface-dwellers, undoubtedly had the standard respiratory equipment, to include voice boxes. I didn't know if that extended to Kianni. I had an idea of how to find out, though. I took a deep breath, the Breath rune on my hand filling my lungs with fresh air. I let that air out into my cheeks, filling my mouth to the brim until it exploded out with a big bloop. The bubbles caught the light from Kianni's patterns, seeming to glow blue.

Suddenly, I was now the most interesting thing on the outcropping. I got swarmed by about five different mermaids, their bright little eyes ecstatic as they watched the bubbles rise. I did it again, pursing my lips to form a small stream of bubbles, then cut it off with another big one. 

Bloop!

One of the mermaids around me giggled, a high-pitched sound that carried through the water. She opened her mouth, and let her own little bubble out into the water.

Bloop!

That was enough to turn the tide. Soon, I had all ten little mermaids pressing against me. I felt their little teeth nibbling along my sides, back, and thighs. It was a ticklish, though pleasant, sensation. One of the ones nibbling at my thighs went for something else down there, probably smelling the arousal in the nearby water from earlier. I felt a little tongue make contact, and I squealed, gently but firmly pressing her head away from there. Their skin felt rough at times; it was similar to shark skin, where it was smooth in one direction and like sandpaper in the opposite. All the while, at least one of them was releasing air in what was rapidly becoming a bubble blowing contest.

Bloop!

Bloop…

Blblblblblbl…

Bloop!

Bloop!

BLOOP!

The mermaids scattered from around me as Kianni released a bubble large enough to fit all eleven of us smaller creatures inside. She reclined back on the rock, smiling a self-assured smile that clearly said "I win." One of the remora-like mermaids submissively swam back over to her and started rubbing the belly bump again. Kianni gave her affectionate scritches with her fingernails. 

This was huge! If Kianni could expel air, that meant she retained control over the valves in her lungs, and they had not evolved into permanent swim bladders! She could breathe air, which means we could probably talk to her!

Excitedly, I swam over to her. The smile faded from her lips, and she regarded me with caution. I paddled myself to a stop just out of reach, though with her mini army of mermaid friends, I doubt that mattered. Gently redirecting another assault on my nethers, I pointed to my throat.

"Aaaaaahhhhh," I said, bubbles streaming from my mouth. 

Kianni squinted at me, unsure of what I was doing. Her glowing eyes flitted down to the mermaid on her stomach, who shrugged.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh," I repeated, then pointed at her throat. 

Comprehension dawned in those big blue eyes. She leaned over me, opening her mouth wide. A furious blush overtook my face as I stared straight into the deep red interior and down her throat. That horny ass little fucker of a mermaid took advantage of my distraction and obvious arousal at the sight to get a full lick across my labia and clit. My abs twitched involuntarily, and I again tried to direct her somewhere else. 

"Aaaaahhhh," Kianni repeated, bubbles billowing from her throat and out through her lips. Some got stuck on her teeth, making a small pocket of air in the roof of her mouth. A couple of the remora girls stuck their heads between her lips and used that air pocket to refill their own lungs, which either became more bloops or their own attempts at saying "aaaahhh!"

"Oh my god, you can actually talk," I said. "We can actually talk to you! You have no idea the amount of questions I have for you! Do you speak Elvish? I know human Common and Vichtasmari as well!"

At least, that's what I meant to say. What actually came out was a long string of bubbles and vague gargling sounds. Kianni, of course, was confused as my attempts at communication burbled away on the underwater currents. She tilted her head, unsure of how to proceed until one of her entourage swam up to her face and started gesturing. The larger mermaid smiled, nodded happily, and gave the girl a big smooch that covered most of her torso. 

The massive mermaid rose from the rock shelf with a single wave of her tail, her scales glittering, their reflections dancing. She waved to me and her group of friends. I was seized by a dozen hands and brought before the giantess, where I was smushed against the wriggling stomach bump of Zaiha. Much to the dismay of the mermaid who was already there, who contented herself to latch onto a boob and glower at me like it was my fault she had to move. 

The rest followed suit, latching themselves to multiple areas across Kianni's torso and tail. The earlier association to remoras was a little more on the nose than I thought. Kianni's entourage placed their palms flat against her vast, maroon skin and immediately stuck in place. One of them snuggled up to my waist as she did so, acting like my seatbelt for the journey ahead. Her little teeth nibbled at my abs and the underside of my boob. I gave her a little pat, which she seemed to enjoy. 

And then we were off, diving down into the deep water of the Vichtas Reservoir. Water rushed past my face, loosening my bun and letting my long white hair loose. As we dipped into the black and the temperature of the surrounding water began to drop, I gave one last look to the rocky outcropping fading away into the distance. 

I sincerely hoped that this would not be the last time I saw it. And not just for my sake, either. I may have the Rebirth rune, but anything fatal to me would almost certainly be fatal to Zaiha, and she wouldn't be coming back from that. I gave the bump underneath me a reassuring rub, and it stretched out toward me. 

Don't worry, Zaiha. We'll be fine. I hope.

* * * * *

Zaiha

It was sweltering in Kianni's stomach. Sweat dripped down my features, coating every square inch of my body and mixing in with the various other juices that filled this tight enclosure. My skin was slimy from the mucosal lining being worked over my nude form every couple of seconds. The walls dripped stomach acid, drops running down to join a pool at my lower back. It covered my butt by this point, up over my pussy and to the backs of my thighs. I didn't know how long I'd been in here; it felt like hours. Fortunately for me, Kianni's digestive processes were slow. At least compared to Hellebore, and that snake boy from my first experience. It only tingled right now, though I did notice that my labia, clit, and vagina were tingling a whole lot more than everything else. Lots of nerve endings down there and all. Great. Not only was I awake and fully conscious that I was being digested alive, I was uncomfortably turned on as well.

Once, Kianni seemed to speak. The vibration of her vocal chords did not help with my current downstairs situation. I bit my lip, trying again to stretch my legs out. The stomach was very pliant, and offered me the ability to fully extend my legs, though it pushed my body down further into the acid pool. Then the abs clenched, and I was forced to curl back up. Still though, something told me I was not the largest creature to wind up in here. 

Every so often, I'd feel hands on the abs over me, and I'd reach out to them. They pressed against my side, rubbed along my ass and back. I couldn't be sure, but at times it felt like more than one pair of hands. Who else was out there? A weight settled on me for a good long while, only to be removed and replaced with another, heavier weight. 

We seemed to be moving. The abs on my back and side clenched in steady, rhythmic motions, as if she was using them to help move her tail. If I actually got out of here, I'm sure the eggheads back at the Guild would find all kinds of sciency stuff to discuss with regards to mermaid musculature. 

It occurred to me then that I didn't actually have to escape for that to happen. All of my experiences were being recorded by the Playback rune onto a crystal in the boat. And if I didn't wind up surviving, those conversations would likely involve the experience of mermaid digestion as well. 

Come on, Zaiha. I know it's scary, but you've survived way worse than this. You just gotta pull yourself together! One little ward, and you're safe! 

I couldn't do it. My mind had entered lockdown, and I wasn't going to be coming out of it. I knew that all it would take was a ward. I could do the ward in my sleep. But for the life of me, I could not overcome the mental barrier preventing me from doing the ward. The sheer power of Kianni's mouth had activated the Fight, Flight, or Freeze part of my brain, and it had chosen Freeze. It didn't matter how much experience I'd had in situations like this. Hell, worse than this. I was going to lie here until my brain decided the danger had passed, fully aware that the danger would never pass.

An indeterminate amount of time later, Kianni started speaking again. Immediately, something became apparent. Because of the tight space I was contained in, right below her diaphragm, the vibrations were much stronger to me than they had been when I'd only taken up a quarter of a stomach. As a result, I couldn't understand a damn thing she said. All I could do was make guesses about what was happening. From what I heard though, her voice was lovely. Midranged in pitch, roughly in the realm of mezzo-soprano, with a little grit. She sounded friendly. Whatever Olephia had done, it sounded like she'd managed to befriend the big creature.

They talked and talked. I couldn't hear Olephia's voice at all, so I was only getting half of the conversation, and could understand barely a quarter of that. Words like I, am, the, mermaid, and such were okay, but something about the acoustics in here made her voice rattle my inner ear to the point that I couldn't catch more than that. 

Sometime later (time had sort of lost its meaning to me at this point), I felt pressure against my body again. Gentle hands caressed the flesh above me.

"Zaiha?" Olephia's voice filtered through the skin and muscle between us. "Zaiha, it's me. Kianni and I had a chat, and she's willing to work with us. Are you okay in there?"

The genuine concern in her voice finally broke through the fear-induced apathy I'd fallen into. My entire body began to tremble. My breath caught in my throat, coming to me in stutters as I fought against hyperventilation. 

"I-I, I c-can't get a ward u-up," I half-sobbed, reaching out to her with my hand. The slimy, ridged stomach wall engulfed my hand and squeezed it. "I'm ha… I'm having a panic attack…"

"Oh honey…" She found my hand and pressed against it. Though we were only a few inches apart, the distance felt insurmountable. "Hang tight, I'm coming in."

Coming in? Coming in?! What good would that do me? Get me out! I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes. Breathe… just breathe. In and out girl, you can do it. 

Before I knew it, the sphincter opened up, and Olephia's arms came through. She felt her way forward in the pitch black stomach, carefully pulling the rest of herself in and on top of me. The walls of the stomach stretched to accommodate a second full-sized person, but as I pushed my knees apart to make room for her hips to settle between them, I realized that it still wasn't at full capacity. Tightly formed around us as it was, this was not the fullest this behemoth could be. 

Immediately, I latched onto Olephia with my arms and legs, pulling her to me and hugging her tight. My whole body shook from adrenalin and exhaustion. She was calm, firm, and steady, an emotional rock that I desperately needed right now. 

"Oh sweetheart," she said, her hands slipping underneath me to return the hug. "You're okay, I promise."

"H-how is this okay?" I blubbered into her shoulder. "I'm digesting alive in here. My skin is really t-tingly and I can't k-keep a ward up because I'm panicking, and I haven't been able to see since we left the b-boat… I c-can't do this, I can't, I thought I could, b-but the second something went wrong I—"

Olephia kissed me full on the lips.

My mind shorted out, blue screened, and rebooted. That was just the shock I needed to pull myself out of my rut. Her lips were soft and full, yet firm enough to hold their shape as the kiss deepened. I tilted my head and opened my mouth, sliding my tongue between her teeth as my fingers tangled in her long wet hair. She responded with her own tongue, skillfully engaging mine in a wrestling match. 

My hips arched up, my pussy coming into contact with her lower stomach. All the sexual tension over the course of this trip finally bubbled over as she held me in this passionate embrace. I hooked my legs around her back and started grinding on her. The tingling in my sore, needy pussy turned to throbbing as blood flooded the area. My free hand ran the length of her back to her taut, firm butt and grabbed a handful. 

Olephia pushed forward, aligning our pubic mounds. My legs were forced to open wider, stretching the edges of our confinement. My knees sank into the stomach walls, the ridges sliding across my sensitive skin in a way that made me whimper into her mouth. I brought both hands up to her cheeks and kissed her harder, allowing my desperation to show. The heels pressing into the small of her back imparting my need for her, body and soul.

Something poked me in the stomach. I thought nothing of it for a moment; we were basically a tangle of limbs at this point. Bound to be a bony part hitting a soft part here or there. Then it happened again, and curiosity reared its head. Her hands were around my back and in my hair. Her legs weren't on me, as she was between mine. What was that? A rock? Fish bones?

The third time was enough for me. I gently disengaged and pushed her off of me, conjuring up a magelight to see just what had found its way between us.

"What is—" A long, thick cock rested on my stomach. "OH…"

My cheeks flushed a furious shade of red. That sneaky little minx. My mind flashed back to watching her strip on the boat, and seeing that little patch of trimmed white pubes. Someone was hiding a rune under there. I wasn't intimately familiar with the practice, but a popular magical augmentation among the more risqué elves were Pleasure runes. These were multipurpose runes that came with a variety of uses, not the least of which being… well, this. The ability to grow a fully functional cock at will. 

And what a cock it was! I finally get to see again after what felt like hours, and this is the first thing my eyes landed on? With her hips pressed right up against my pubic mound, it almost reached my belly button. It must have been 6-7 centimeters wide, at least! I swallowed hard. I had serious doubts about my ability to take that much dick. This thing was going to go inside me? It seemed impossible. 

I tucked my chin to my neck, looking submissively up into her gorgeous purple eyes.

"Be gentle?" I pleaded.

"Of course, love."

She leaned down again, planting a soft kiss on my forehead. Her hips drew back, pulling her hard dick down the front of my stomach until it fell between my legs. I disentangled my hand from her hair, reaching down to grab it. It was warm and hard, the beat of her heart throbbing down its length. I rubbed just under the tip, and she let out a shuddering sigh over me. I bit my lip, held my breath, and aligned her cock at the opening of my love tunnel. The tip pushed into me.

My knees clapped together on her sides, back arching in a sudden and immediate orgasm. The breath I'd been holding was forced out of me in a shrill, high pitched whine of need. Waves of pleasure radiated through my body, making me squirm in the slimy, wet stomach. An almost pitiful spurt of love juice splattered on her pubic mound. 

"Haahhh… sorry…" I said through gasps, though I didn't know why I was apologizing. "St… stomach acid made me really sensitive down there… I've basically been edging the whole time I've been in here."

"I'll keep that in mind," Olephia said, and pushed forward. 

I gripped her biceps hard, my body going rigid. My eyebrows curved inwards, pleading, and my mouth was locked wide open. Her cock filled me to the brim, forcing my vagina to conform to its shape. My walls gripped onto it tight, not from any squeezing on my part, but from its sheer size. I was no virgin, far from it, but it had been a few years since anything but my own fingers had been in there, and even longer since I'd had dick. And no offense to my past boyfriends, but Olephia was much bigger.

To my surprise, I took it all the way to the base. Her pubic mound touched mine, every millimeter inside me. She held it there, allowing me some time to recover. My grip on her arms relaxed. My hips squirmed, ass sliding over the ridges beneath me. I couldn't hold still. Each movement while speared on her hard rod sent shuddering waves of pleasure rolling up my body, and each wave made me squirm more. My legs tentatively relaxed again, but the very motion of doing that made them clap right back against her sides. 

"P-please?" I whined.

"Not yet, love," Olephia chided, a warm, loving smile on her face.

I whimpered, trying to grind my hips on her. She pressed down harder, and I felt the tip run into the end of my vagina. I dug my heels into the small of her back, trying to force her hips to move, but she was rock solid. Those muscled thighs weren't for show. My breath caught in my throat, forced out of my mouth in a little squeak. I felt so full I could barely stand it. My pussy throbbed, gripping to her cock in rhythmic little squeezes as I tried to coordinate my twitching hips into some kind of humping motion. My legs shook.

"Fuck me!" I cried. "Please, fuck me!"

Olephia's hips started to move. Her thick, hard cock pulled back, the sensation making me go cross-eyed. She was so big, she almost formed a vacuum seal in my pussy, drawing my walls down after her. She thrusted back in, and a wave of warmth spread across my lower abdomen as I was filled again. I moaned, the sound reflected and amplified by the stomach walls. Olephia rested her forehead against mine, looking me directly in the eyes. Her hot breaths rolled down my neck and chest with every loving thrust. The drow wasn't rough with me. There was a tenderness to her thrusts, a softness in her eyes and the gentle caresses of her hands.

The world around me fell away. The groans and gurgles of Kianni's stomach receded into the background, the gentle sloshing of her stomach juices forming the backing track to our moment of love. This is exactly what I was talking about before: sex play borne out of mutual attraction. She wasn't just fucking me, she was making love to me. There was a deep emotional connection with her, comfort as she took care of me in my moment of vulnerability. Looking into those eyes, I saw affection, not attraction. Don't get me wrong, there was attraction too, but there's a difference. Attraction was wanting my body, affection was wanting me. I'd had enough sex to be able to tell the difference by now, and believe me, it made a difference in how deeply I was attracted to her. 

Oh gods, I'm falling for her hard… 

I didn't care. That didn't matter right now. All that mattered was the pleasurable sensation in my lower stomach and the intense fullness of her cock lovingly impaling me over and over again. 

"Feel good?" Olephia asked in my ear, her voice warm and heavy with arousal.

"It feels so good," I whimpered.

She leaned down to kiss me again. Though passionate, the desperation from earlier was gone from both of our lips. We had what we both wanted. The stomach squelched and squeezed, forcing us closer together. Her cock hit the end of my vagina again, and I squealed into her mouth. It didn't hurt when that happened, but it detracted from the pleasure. She kissed my cheek in apology.

I had recovered from my first orgasm, and was quickly building toward a second. It was going to be a big one, too. The pleasurable thrusts filling me to the brim, Olephia's soft, firm skin sliding across mine, the feel of her lips… it was all too much for my poor little body to handle. My breaths came out in short, needy moans. I began to gyrate my hips, working her shaft in a circle to change the angle of her penetration. Gods, even at this slow space, I felt like I was stirring my own guts with a ladle. Olephia moaned in my ear, a lusty demand for more.

"Goddess, don't stop," she whispered.

That was enough to send me over the edge. I bit my lip hard, my squeal of pleasure directed out my nose as my abs clenched. My ass lifted off the floor of the stomach, feet scrabbling along the slick walls in uncoordinated kicks. My foot got buried in a fold, toes curling and massaging the ridges as I gave in to the pleasure. 

"Fuck, why am I still so close?" I moaned.

Olephia took control. She pulled away, pushing the roof of the stomach up with her back. Her hands grabbed my thighs and forced them to my chest, fingernails digging into my skin. She matched my gyrations with her own hips, abandoning all subtlety and driving her thick cock into me. I moaned loud and unashamed, my voice mixing with hers in the tight chamber of flesh. Now we were fucking. 

Orgasm number three crashed over me less than a minute later. When the first wave of pleasure hit, I threw my head back and screamed. My back arched almost painfully, pressing my breasts up into the tops of my thighs. The second wave rolled over me, electrifying my skin and heightening my senses. I felt Olephia's cock spasming inside of me, shooting her cum into my tight little canal. 

On the third and fourth waves, I squirted. Two geysers of female ejaculate splattered across Olephia's abs, dribbling down her black skin to land in the pool below. I had never done that before. I didn't even know I could do that. Like most curious adults, I'd read about it at least once, and it seemed that trust was a huge factor in being able to do it. That made Olephia, whom I'd spent maybe a week with at this point, my most trusted sexual partner.

Don't think about it, I told myself, as the post-sex rush of oxytocin flooded my brain with images of the tall, muscular drow in a variety of sweet, lovey embraces. Just enjoy it.

Her lips found mine again. The cock inside me ejaculated one last time, and she withdrew it. I shuddered, the pit of my stomach sinking a little. I felt hollow now, without her firm rod filling me to the brim. Taking it had rearranged my insides, and now I wanted them to stay that way. I wanted that cock again, and again, for as long as the elf who owned it wanted to give it to me. I felt a long, gooey stream of her semen leaking down the side of my butt.

Oh, shit, speaking of…

"I'm not gonna like…" I began.

"Don't worry, love," Olephia replied, giving me reassuring kisses along my jaw. "It may be a part of me, function like a real cock, and cum like one, but the semen isn't fertile. It's a Pleasure rune, not a Babymaking rune. Though there is an inscription you can encircle the rune with for couples who want babies."

An image of me as a doting mother to 5 or 6 half-elf children popped into my head, and was just as quickly squished back into my subconscious. My deep-seated infatuation with Olephia notwithstanding, motherhood was a long way away for me… 

"Okay, good."

Olephia settled herself back on top of me. She propped herself up on her elbows, using her fingers to tease at my nipples. The stomach draped around her like a tent.

"Now I don't mean to interrupt your afterglow here, but we are still in a stomach…"

"Y-yeah… you said Kianni would work with us, right? Does that mean… Can I come out now?"

"Well, I'll give you the choice." Olephia pinched my nipple, making me twitch. The dull tingling in my pussy kicked up a notch, again. "Mermaids have two stomachs, and two sets of intestines. The fish stomach and intestines are down in her tail, and are a lot shorter than the torso intestines. If you stay in, I'll let you go through the fish intestines. There is another stomach involved, though, and this one's tougher. You'll need your ward to go through it. 

"Or, Kianni can let you out right now, but you'll have to be swallowed again to come do the torso intestines." I began to object, but she silenced me with a peck on the lips. "Kianni's a doll, don't even worry about it. I'll help you with the swallow this time, and if you freeze up in the stomach again, I'll come down and send you back up the throat. Okay?"

"Okay… I…" I looked down. She really had me between a rock and a hard place. Tough it out now for a shorter trip, or get a taste of freedom only to be sent right back down the throat?

"I need to come out… I'll try going through the torso intestines, b-but I can't promise anything…"

"Attagirl," Olephia said. She put her hand on the wall, giving Kianni's stomach a series of short and long knocks. 

Our world rocked, then turned upside down. The stomach squeezed and ground against our sensitive nude bodies, flipping the two of us around. I was briefly set on top of Olephia in a position like I was riding her dick, but then the stomach floor opened up and she was sucked down into a secondary throat, washed along with the pool of stomach acid down to what I assumed was the tail stomach. She was gone before I even got to say goodbye. 

The floor sealed back up, then rose to engulf me. I was squished on all sides by rough, ridged muscle. My head breached the sphincter, and I was launched right back up the throat. Light hit my eyes through the silhouette of lips. I bonked my head on Kianni's teeth, then spilled out onto a surprisingly dry rock with a wet splat.

I had been expelled into some sort of cavern. It looked manmade, or rather, elvenmade. Magic torches lined the walls, filling the chamber with an everlasting yellowish light. Water took up half of the chamber, and in that water was Kianni and about 6-10 other little mermaids. 

"Hello," Kianni said, her voice much more lovely now that I could understand her. "She'll be in there for at least half an hour, so we're going to have some fun while we wait."

"Great…"

Olephia

It was like being swallowed again. The strong throat muscles gripped onto my body, moving in waves to drag me into Kianni's second stomach. I'd fallen through the opening headfirst, continuing my journey in much the same position that I'd started it, except this time my arms were at my sides.

Fun fact, it was like being swallowed again because this was actually an extension of the throat. Mermaids, lamias, and centaurs shared a biological feature called a pass-through stomach,  in which the throat runs from their mouth to the stomach in their animal half, bisected by their torso stomach. If they eat something too large, too tough, or indigestible by their torso stomach, they can send it through the rest of the throat to their animal stomach. 

Normally, a meal like myself and Zaiha would remain in Kianni's torso stomach, to be digested over a couple of days and sent through her torso intestines. The two of us together weren't enough to fill her to the point of engaging the pass-through; it was only through conversation that I'd managed to convince her to let us each take a different trip. The boys at the Guild were in for a rare treat.

In more ways than one. I felt my cheeks heat up as I slid through the esophageal sphincter and into the secondary stomach. I'd have to edit the Playback footage before passing it off. I was no prude, but Zaiha was new to this. That and any other sexual encounters we had were of no scientific value for anyone else to see. Though, there was that cute redhead on the Playback team… I'd love to watch her react to the sensation of being speared on my cock.

At least, the old Olephia would have. I was a total slut in my younger years, and I say slut proudly. But once you round your first century, it's time to mellow out a little. Think about settling down. 

The events of the last ten minutes played through my mind again. Zaiha really was lovely. Seeing her like that, trembling like a lamb, laying on her back in a pool of stomach juices… that had awoken something in me. Something beyond the flirtation and obvious sexual attraction. Zaiha was someone I wanted to take care of. To protect. We'd shared a deeply intimate moment in Kianni's first stomach, and it was something that I wanted to pursue. There might be something there beyond just good sex. 

A slight tingling on my skin reminded me that, while I was reminiscing over the pros and cons of dating A, a coworker, and B, a member of a much shorter-lived species, I was also still in a stomach. I brushed my long wet hair to the side and rubbed the Shield rune on the back of my neck to activate it. I used a Light rune on the tip of my index finger to see what I was working with in here. Zaiha wasn't the only one who could light up a stomach, though I appreciated the utility of a light that wasn't bound to your body. 

The walls of this stomach were pinkish grey, the color of half-cooked roast beef. The gastric folds were much deeper here, and all aligned on a longitudinal axis. Long, thin, folded sections dangled overhead and drooped down the walls, running from esophageal sphincter to pyloric sphincter. As this was the stomach Kianni might use to digest things like giant catfish or sturgeon, it made sense that it could expand more than her torso stomach. Still, those folds kind of looked like roast beef too, if I was being honest. 

The smell in the second stomach was different as well. It wasn't as sour as the torso stomach and had a distinct fishy odor, for obvious reasons. We had crossed over from the torso to the tail, and with that came a whole new set of digestive biology with an incredible amount of variance. Some fish (not this one obviously) didn't have stomachs, and some had stomachs that folded in half, like a C or a J. Some had villi in their small intestine, some didn't. Some had these weird fingerlike projections off the small intestine called pyloric caeca, which served a double purpose of storing digested food and increasing gut surface area. Some evolved a spiraling gut fold to increase surface area, referred to quite creatively as a spiral intestine. 

With all of these factors and the incredible amount of variance among fish species, let alone mermaid species, there was no way of knowing just what awaited me deeper in without exploring it for myself. In moments like these, I really appreciated the purpose that my job served. Some informed guesses could be made based on diet, saltwater vs. freshwater, or activity level, but the only way to confirm or deny was to send someone in to look at it. That was my value to the scientific community. No one would call it glamorous, but it was necessary, and certainly not without its perks.

And, I had to admit, it was much more fun doing it with someone else. I hoped Zaiha would stick it out after this mission. I truly enjoyed the time we'd spent together, sexual or otherwise. She really was good at this, whether she wanted to believe it or not. Had she been on her own, I had no doubts she would have pulled herself together and continued through the intestines just fine. 

For whatever reason, Zaiha was deathly afraid of being eaten. That might sound like an odd thing to say, but remember: she was a sorceress. As she'd proven with the nature spirit—Hellebore, as Zaiha called her—being eaten was a triviality. Even us poor, magic-less elves had figured it out by now. Sometimes, especially in Vichtas Major, you wound up in a stomach on your way home. With magic or runic enhancements, that was only slightly more bothersome than turning down the wrong street. 

But no, she's still terrified of it. Maybe it was a cultural thing? Growing up around the descendants of Vichtas the First's abominations, it was less an "if" and more a "when" for me. I was swallowed my first time before I'd even hit half a century. A Rukh got me—a giant bird of prey, brought over from another plane of reality. It turned out fine. I guess I even liked it, seeing as I made a career out of it. 

Maybe it was the classic human fear of their own mortality, or maybe it was a leftover worry from a more primitive time. Whatever the case, Kianni promised me she'd help Zaiha with her fear problems, and when a Fey makes a promise, it's binding. I could only hope she'd be able to make some progress.

I crawled forward on my hands and knees across the bottom of the fish stomach, to the pyloric sphincter in the back. Let's see what mysteries this gorgeous creature still has for me.

* * * * *

Zaiha

"How do you know Elven?"

"My friends taught me."

I gave an uneasy glance at the pod of mermaids staring me down from the water's edge. Only their heads were visible, from the nose up. Their eyes glittered with glee. A couple of them waved, and at least one gave me a happy-sounding burble. 

"Why aren't they talking, then?"

"They're shy."

"How did you meet?"

"The crab traps. I'd come up from the bottom if I needed easy food, and they'd all crowd around me for scraps."

"How'd you know about the crab traps in the first place?" 

"I smelled them. Wood, metal, and grease mixed with crab bait."

"Are we at the bottom now?"

"No, I haven't been that deep in a long time. My friends can't swim that far down; they're not built for it. I feel… lonely, without them now." One of the mermaids made an 'awww' sound. "It's strange. I used to be very solitary, but now I feel naked without them clinging to me."

You are naked, I thought. Aloud, I said, "Do they have names?"

Kianni raised a lazy finger, pointing to each one in succession.

"Bay, Selia, Asmari, Maya, Mayli, Seaweed, Ceri and Ciri—they're twins—Kira, and Bette."

They all looked identical to me. Same grey and white skin, blue-black eyes, and dark grey hair. As far as I could tell, their patterns were identical too. 

"Did you say Seaweed?"

"My parents were imported from the ocean!" Seaweed piped up. She popped out of the water long enough for me to get an eyeful of perky off-white breasts and black nipples. 

"I see… which one was Ceri and which one was Ciri again?"

Kianni tilted her head, resting it on her fist.

"You're stalliiiiing," she sang. 

"Yeah, no shit I'm stalling! You want to do… what to me again?!"

"Olephia asked me to help ease your fear of being eaten. So my friends and I are going to try replacing that fear with pleasure."

"You're crazy!"

"It already worked once, didn't it?"

My cheeks flushed bright red. Of course she'd heard that; it happened in her. 

I wondered what it looked like from the outside. Kianni's belly bulged out with a full meal of two squirming, horny people. A bunch of mermaids gathered around, watching the bulge shift and hump, the moans muffled by muscle and skin. Watching us fuck.

A tingle in my pussy that I couldn't fully attribute to stomach acid betrayed how much that idea turned me on. Kianni was right. It worked, and it worked because, as much as I liked to deny it, being swallowed alive was hot. Ever since my first experience years ago, I'd known that I liked it. I stuffed it down, ignored it, tried my best to forget about it, and yet it kept coming back up. Somewhere inside of me, some small part that I couldn't eradicate liked being eaten.

I would never in my life give her the satisfaction of admitting it, though.

"That's different. Unless one of you has a cock that can compete with hers this whole venture is a nonstarter for me."

Kianni leaned forward, her tail slipping further into the water. She rested on her elbows now, still towering over me. 

"I made a promise to Olephia, not you. You don't get a choice in the matter."

"You promised to fuck me until I liked being swallowed?"

"No, I promised to ease your trepidation at the concept. The 'how' was never specified, which means I can do whatever I feel will accomplish that goal best."

I opened my mouth to continue my objections, then shut it just as quickly when Kianni opened her own mouth above my head. A hot, damp breath rolled over my skin, and I shuddered. 

"You know," she continued. "I'd never had human or elf before today. I think I prefer human. Sweeter, more tender… you probably couldn't tell underwater, but I was drooling."

"Sh-shut up," I said, my eyes fixed firmly on the ground. I couldn't stop the blush in my cheeks though.

"You slid down so smoothly, too. It's like you were made for this."

"I—made for what, exactly?"

"Being food. You should really thank Olephia when she gets back out. I was all set to keep you."

"I—you—no!"

"'No,' huh?" Kianni smirked, amused.

"Shush."

Kianni's mouth opened again, teeth right above my head. I ducked, but she didn't push any further. Slowly, I gathered what little courage I had and stood back up. I kept my gaze down, though. My heart was beating fast, but I wasn't as afraid now as I was before. Despite Kianni's admission that she wouldn't have let me out, I felt some of my old confidence flaring back up. She was no worse than Hellebore. So what if she could break my ward in a single bite? If she made a promise to ease my totally rational and normal fear of being eaten, that meant she wouldn't harm me. Even if my own dumb mind didn't cope with things, I was still safe. Like I said before, guaranteed safety made a big difference. 

I looked up. 

Her mouth still hovered over me. Pristine white teeth framed by lovely maroon lips, her dark red tongue flexing deeper in. Her throat was steady, no twitching or widening, and her uvula hung motionless. 

My body moved on its own, my hand reaching up through her teeth. I hesitated for only a second, then ran my hand up that tongue. Her saliva was thick, almost a syrupy consistency, and very slimy. The miniscule spikes on her tongue felt like little hard rods as I pet backward toward the throat. At the apex I began stroking downward, and I felt a hundred pinpricks across my palm. Then my brain finally realized what I was doing, and I yanked my hand back to safety. A long strand of saliva followed it, snapping and spattering the ground with droplets.

Kianni reached a hand out, lazily pushing me onto my back. A finger on my chest held me in place. I didn't even try to fight it, as I knew it would be useless. That one finger was stronger than my entire body. The mermaid leaned over me, tongue sliding out of her mouth. She curled it back over her chin, and then dragged it all the way up my body from my shins to my breasts. I shivered as the rough texture ignited my nerve endings in just the right way. I was still horny from Olephia, my pussy still tingled from her stomach acid, and goddammit, I was a slut for giant mouths. I managed to stop a moan from slipping out, turning it into a cough at the last second. Kianni's hot breath warmed my skin, eliciting goosebumps across my body. It smelled like fresh spring water. 

The finger on my chest trailed down my body to my legs. I felt a pinch as her thumb and forefinger grabbed my shin, and I was yanked into the air and dangled over the water. Ten expectant mermaids huddled beneath me, enraptured.

"H-hey!" I protested, dangling in the air. Despite my best efforts and some magical assistance, my bun was coming loose. Strands of wet, slimy hair slapped against my face, sticking where they landed. 

"Okay girls, it's time."

She dropped me. 

I squealed. I wasn't expecting to just be dropped! What if I landed on my head? I'd let my guard down while we had our conversation; she seemed nice enough and Olephia did call her a doll, but I was quickly realizing that Kianni was an entirely different animal with me. What was it with giant women and treating me like a plaything? Why couldn't it be Olephia who was used like a toy and me who got to have insightful conversations with them?

They're predators, my mind said, echoing a sentiment that Hellebore said at our first encounter. You're prey.

I hit the water and was immediately seized. Little hands and mouths attacked my body, nibbling, groping, and sucking on whatever part they could reach. I struggled for a moment, but none of them were actually hurting me. Instead, they seemed to be cleaning me. Their little teeth scraped away the slime and sweat from my skin, and… ummmm, some kind of whitish fluid on my inner thighs. What was that? How did that get there?

The one down below (Seaweed, I think?) pushed my legs further apart with surprising strength for her small stature. She began eating me out, her tongue giving long, pleasant licks to my labia and clit. I squirmed, but my arms were currently being cleaned by three of her friends, and either Ceri or Ciri was sucking each of my fingers in sequence. There was nothing I could do about it. 

Fuck it, I might as well enjoy it.

I wrapped my legs around her body. Her rough, sandpapery skin lightly abraded my thighs and calves. She was surprisingly good at this. Mermaids in human lore were supposed to be seductresses who lured sailors to their doom, and with the way she was swirling my clit, I saw where that legend had its roots. Girl knew how to handle a pussy. 

A moan escaped my lips, followed in quick succession by another. This wasn't so bad. My eyes drifted shut, and I allowed myself to relax. I lost myself in the sensation of all the nibbling and groping. Tongues and mouths all over my body, hunting for erogenous zones and teasing them. I didn't know if that was on purpose, but I definitely wasn't complaining. Seaweed paused for a moment, her lips popping off my clit. I felt water rush past my pubic mound as she caught her breath, ventilating her gills until she was oxygenated enough to continue. Her mouth returned with a newfound fervor, passionately making out with my inner thighs.

Suddenly, Kianni's head breached the water directly below me. I screamed, shocked immediately out of my pleasurable stupor. My legs slid straight into her throat, poor little Seaweed trapped and along for the ride. A mermaid that was either Bay, Maya, or Mayli rode out the rough seas by attaching herself to Kianni's cheek. She hauled herself back up to me, and started sucking on my breasts without a care in the world. 

I whined, fear spiking again. The second I tensed up, Seaweed applied gentle, loving licks directly to my clit. I squirmed, trying to fight it, but the more I resisted, the more insistent her tongue became. The mermaid on my breasts found a nipple and started swirling it around in her mouth. My hands grasped Kianni's top lip and I squeezed, fighting the pleasure for all I was worth. 

Why was I fighting it? I didn't even know at this point. I'd been outed as a gutslut, my life wasn't in danger, and my pussy was throbbing. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had this much sex. I should be exhausted. Yet instead, the ol' girl downstairs wanted more. And while one part of my mind still clung to the fear, a steadily larger part urged me to let go. To accept my role, and to enjoy myself. 

Kianni swallowed me. She didn't just swallow me, she swallowed all three of us in a single gulp. Seaweed squeaked on my clit, a sound of pleasant surprise. The mermaid with my nipple in her mouth (I'll just call her Mayli to make it easier) didn't even flinch, her rhythm completely uninterrupted as the soft, slimy flesh of Kianni's throat engulfed me once more. Peristalsis drew us inexorably down to the stomach, the pressure of the muscle only enhancing my desire. Why wouldn't it? I liked it. I knew I liked it. Gods, I loved it!

The three of us squeezed into the stomach in a heap. During my absence, a fresh pool of stomach juices had formed in the bottom. It washed over my stomach and across my tender nethers, immediately bringing the dull tingling back to full force. Ridged muscle smeared across my back, my sides, and my face, the forces of digestion trying to finish what they'd started. The sensation of Kianni's stomach grinding on me again brought the fear back, sure, but it also brought back memories of Olephia fucking me in it. Survival and horny battled for supremacy in my head, but with a mermaid between my legs and a mermaid on my tits, horny won in the end.

Seaweed popped out from between my legs, wriggling up to my face to give me soft kisses, and Mayli took over down below. Her mouth tasted like my pussy, and a little bit like crab meat. I'd been expecting fisy, but no, it wasn't bad at all. I wrapped her small body up in my arms and kissed her back, filling up her mouth with my tongue. She diligently sucked on it.

Once Mayli got between my legs, she showed no mercy. She drew my clit into her mouth and sucked it, massaging the sides and top with her tongue. Her whole arm slipped inside my soaked, throbbing pussy, all the way to the elbow. My cheeks flushed as I realized that Olephia's cock was still the biggest thing I'd had inside me today.

She fucked me with her arm for a bit, then fished around for a moment until she found my g-spot and massaged it with her palm. I moaned into Seaweed's mouth, barely able to contain myself. As I moaned and squirmed in my tight, slick confines my mind wrestled with the fact that it wasn't just the sex that had me so turned on. It was the stomach, the throat, the mouth, the act of being swallowed whole and alive. 

You like it, my pleasure center said, holding my survival instinct in a headlock. Just accept that you like it.

I couldn't. No, that was stupid. What was sexual about this? What made it sexual, and why? What logical purpose did this fetish serve? Who would like this?

Gods, why did I like this?!

I came hard to Mayli's ministrations, squealing and crushing Seaweed against my chest. My legs stretched the stomach walls, my right heel following the groove of the ridges. Mid-orgasm, and with Mayli still mercilessly sucking away, the stomach floor clenched and the walls squeezed in, forcing us back up the throat. Seaweed gave my collarbone gentle nibbles the whole way back up. I saw the cave for a brief moment, then my head was underwater. Seaweed wiggled free, Mayli withdrew her arm, and they both swam away. 

Fingers clamped down on my legs, and I was hoisted right back up into the air. Water ran down my body and into my eyes. I spluttered, trying to wipe it away so I could see again.

I reopened my eyes to Kianni's rapidly approaching throat.

I slipped straight down into the muscular tube for the third time. My second time headfirst. My arms stretched out in front of me, pushing the folds away from my face as my head and shoulders entered the throat. Kianni laid my body out on her tongue, and swallowed. Her rough taste buds dragged across my body, my thighs and shins scraping over her bottom teeth. My hips caught in her throat, stopping my descent. That was on purpose, I knew. Kianni had just demonstrated that there wasn't a bump on my body that could save me unless she allowed it. I was under her control, and at her mercy.

A finger pressed on my butt, shoving me inch by inch over the precipice. I'll be honest, at this point I wasn't fully aware of what was going on. I'm pretty sure I was still orgasming, and if not, hooooo boy was I turned the fuck on. Endorphins were clouding my every thought, though in the back of my mind, the voice of reason still screamed at me for allowing this to happen. 

Kianni removed her finger and swallowed again, a delicate, almost gentle swallow. My legs lifted off her tongue, and I felt my heels drag along her hard palate, hitting every bump along the way.

Just as my feet were about to slip off the back of her tongue and through the arch of her throat, she reached back and grabbed me by my ankles. My descent stopped, almost my entire body encased in her throat. With my arms outstretched, I was close to filling the whole thing. I felt the walls sloping in with my fingertips; the esophageal sphincter was just beyond my reach. 

With a tug, Kianni began to extract me. Her throat fought it, clenching down on me and forming to my shape just as it had done before. The breath was forced from my lungs, but my ass was already out, and before I knew it the pressure lifted and I was able to suck down a full breath again. My breasts were just starting to rub taste buds when the pull turned into a push, and I was forced down the esophagus again. My nose smushed against her trachea, playing the ribbed tube like a xylophone. Her throat squelched.

Gluck…glrrk…gllp...splrtch...

Kianni began to rhythmically push and pull, sliding me in and out of her throat. Her hot breath blasted my face each time I passed the opening of her windpipe; when the pressure on my ribs eased enough for me to breathe, enough of my body had been freed to allow her to breathe. I wound up breathing her exhales a lot, the pleasantly fresh taste of her breath filling my mouth even through my breathing spell. I felt myself getting dizzy. I couldn't tell if that was from a lack of oxygen or the constant back and forth sloshing my inner ear around. 

I had to give it to her. She never gagged. Biologically, I supposed a predator capable of consuming a sturgeon the length of her upper body wouldn't be equipped with a gag reflex. I couldn't help thinking that there was a deep water merman out there who'd be very happy with that thought. My cheeks heated up as I realized that I was a stand-in for the merman member in this scenario. Kianni was throat fucking herself with me.

While processing that realization, my mind returned to the physical sensation of it all. Her throat had relaxed. I wasn't being seized in a death grip every time she tried to pull me out. The slick walls caressed my body almost gently now. The smooth texture was wonderful, though I was loath to admit it. In-between orgasms Me had more of a grip on her mental faculties. At least enough to regain a sense of shame at my fetish. My nipples were very happy with all the stimulation, though. The tongue was nice, but I felt that rough taste buds would begin to hurt as my body grew more sensitive. The softness and smoothness of her throat was preferable for extended sexual play, and we were barely ten minutes into that half-hour before Olephia popped back out. And I'd spent five of that stalling.

I didn't know how long I went through the motions. In, out, in, out, the sounds of sloppy oral fucking ringing in my ears the whole time. My skin was slick with her throat slime; making me glide in and out nice and smooth.

You slid down so smoothly, too, Kianni's voice said in my head. It's like you were made for this.

I tried to drown her out. No, I was a person. One who had hopes, dreams, and a successful career. I was more than just food. Just because my stupid vagina decided that it liked being food didn't make me food. I just so happened to be a woman who was sexually aroused by being swallowed alive; that didn't reduce the entirety of my being down to a meal…

With a final glrrp, Kianni removed me entirely from her throat. 

"Guh," I said, as I was unceremoniously deposited into the waiting arms of her little entourage. Teeth began to nibble at me again. Cleaning time, I guessed.

"All right girls," Kianni said, after a moment to catch her breath. "Seaweed and Mayli had their fun…" 

Yay, I guessed her name right. The more time I spent with these little gals, the more I was able to pick up on individual personalities. Mayli was one of the more bubbly ones, and as she nibbled on my elbow, I noticed she had a spot on the back of her right hand that was a lighter gray than the rest of her.

"…who wants to get swallowed with the food next?"

* * * * *

Olephia

Kianni had a spiral intestine!

A thick band of muscled wall wound its way along the intestine ahead of me, making three complete turns before rounding the corner into darkness. The intestinal tract was a similar pinkish grey to the tail stomach. The villi down here were about the size of my thumb to the first digit. I felt them tickling my back as I inched my way forward on my belly.

I had already passed one curve right out of the stomach. The way most fish intestines worked, the stomach laid on top, and the intestine curved underneath, back and forth in a lazy zigzag. It was pretty short, with only four turns before reaching the cloaca. There were no noticeable divisions in the intestine. While the part I was currently in would be referred to as the duodenum in bipedal vertebrates—and even in her torso intestines—here, it was merely the anterior intestine. 

Additionally, she likely wouldn't have a large intestine, either here or in her torso. The main function of the large intestine was to remove water from food, and well, she was a mermaid. Not only that, she was a freshwater mermaid. Freshwater fish gained water through osmosis, so if anything, she needed a more robust system to get rid of water. 

A slow, easy squeeze of her alimentary canal rolled up my body, shuffling me along another couple inches. I could squirm my own way through, or I could let her body pass me along on its own, and the latter sounded more fun. I'd have plenty of time to sit and enjoy myself, and her and Zaiha would have more time to do… whatever it was they were doing. Whatever helped Zaiha be more calm when getting swallowed.

Speaking of, the tunnel ahead of me did a barrel roll, and a muffled splash reached my ears. Kianni had left her perch and slipped back in the water. From the steady side-to-side rocking that followed, she was swimming now. I swayed with her, rolling my butt in the opposite direction to counteract the constant shifts in my personal gravity. It was nice, when it was peaceful like this. Like being rocked in a big hammock.

After about a minute, the rocking stopped. My gut told me to spread out, so I did, bracing my elbows and knees against the flesh. My left foot snuggled into a ridge formed by the spiral. 

It was the right move. A few seconds later, she lunged upward, and I was shaken around like an end table in an earthquake. It lasted barely a second, but left me disoriented in a heap on some part of her fleshy digestive tubing with only a vague idea of which way was up. The curve ahead of me kept right on spinning, but I knew she was holding still.

Another squeeze pushed me to the edge of turn number two. I wriggled my way forward, slipping down it with a wet shllk. If she was going to be doing a lot of moving, I'd rather be on a flat surface. My chances of being injured simply from Kianni moving were greatly increased when I was bent double around an intestinal curve. 

I rounded the bend, entering the next long straightaway on my back. Only two turns to go.

I laid there for a moment, taking in the sounds of Kianni's body. She had one of the quieter bodies I'd been in. The only real sound I'd noticed was her heart and lungs when I was in her torso. This deep, I felt her heartbeat more than I heard it. The walls pulsed with each beat, each villi transferring that beat to an individual inch of my skin. It was like getting a thousand kisses a second from my head all the way to my toes.

An air bubble was squeezed through somewhere far away, a soft little groan. Though there was air down here in the tail stomach and intestines, there weren't a lot of groans. There was the occasional sloshing, but even that was distant. Then something landed in the torso stomach, and things kicked up a notch. I heard the squelch of the food (or person) entering. A steady trickle of water dribbled as it drained into the torso intestines, followed by a loud, extended groan as air was forced after it to make room in the stomach.

...was that moaning?

A smile cracked my face and I laughed out loud, covering my face with my hands. So that's how Kianni decided she was going to help Zaiha with her anxieties! Hey, it worked when I tried it, and if it ain't broke, don't fix it. 

The moans peaked, then faded away. My nethers warmed as I began to imagine all the things they could be doing out there. They'd reentered the stomach before the moaning started, so Kianni must have swallowed her with a friend. At least one of those little mermaids—Seaweed—had a real liking for pussy. I was positive she'd be involved in whatever was happening. 

The thought of Kianni's throat bulging out and Zaiha slipping down it with a wriggling mermaid between her legs proved too much for me. I rolled over onto my stomach, shuffling my way forward until I reached a part of the spiral that crossed over the floor. Hooking my leg over it, I started grinding my pussy up and down the thick muscled band. It was a little bit awkward to make work. The fold ran at a lazy angle across the intestinal tract, but it was sharp enough that I had to turn myself sideways into the wall in order to properly align it. My back was bent in an uncomfortable position, but I could handle it. My cheek pressed into the wet flesh, mucosal lining sticking to my skin. Air pockets between the villi popped and shifted with squishy squelching noises.

After a couple tries, I figured out how to pinch it between my thighs, and started humping it. I panted into the wall of flesh, the sensation in my loins starting to build toward pleasure. I let my mind run wild, imagining all the dirty things happening to Zaiha right now. Beyond that, all the things I wanted to do to the girl. Feel her squirming on my cock, legs bent to her chest, letting loose on her tight little pussy. Or, held close in a loving embrace, passionately kissing as we made love. 

I'm falling for her too, I realized.

It was obvious Zaiha had developed feelings, even before our time in Kianni's stomach. I saw it in her eyes the moment I went for her soft, perky little breasts. I bit my lip, grinding harder on the intestinal fold. Thoughts of us having loving, passionate sex took over from the rougher fucking.

In a stomach or not, I wanted to feel her back arching under me, the soft, tentative touches of her hands, her breasts pressed against mine. Listen to her needy moans again.

Right as I was about to cum, a peristaltic wave pushed me from my perch, squeezing me further down the tract. I wound up on my back because of how I'd been bent up the intestinal wall. Wasting no time in trying to remount the intestine, I resorted to rubbing my clit and labia with my fingers for the final stretch. My moans filled the intestine, deadened by the protrusions on the walls. A vague thought told me it was like the ridges on soundproofing foam, forcing the sound waves to disperse instead of reflect. They'd have no idea I was masturbating in here.

Finally, I came. My body went rigid as pleasure crashed into my brain. Right at the highest point, I smacked my palm into my pubic mount to activate one of the other functions of my Pleasure rune: orgasm extension.

My legs pressed together as the pleasure failed to ebb away. I whined aloud, my abs clenching and releasing, sliding my butt across the villi below me. I bit onto my knuckle, finding a point to center my mind for a moment, but before long, the overloading of my senses with what was shaping up to be a minutes long orgasm had me screaming. My mind blanked out, lost entirely in the moment. Each beat of my heart throbbing through my body in a pleasurable shudder. I rounded the third curve of the intestine, back on my stomach again, still orgasming. 

My moment of hedonistic self-indulgence lasted roughly fifteen minutes. I had no real way to measure the time, but when the last delectable shiver ran through my tired muscles and my senses returned to me, I was halfway around the final curve. Just one straightaway, and I was at the cloaca. For being… well, what they were, Kianni's intestines were pristine. I was the only thing in here, which I greatly appreciated. I could've gone for some company to share that experience with, but I was grateful for the cleanliness. I lay there on the intestinal floor in post-orgasmic stupor for a few minutes longer, peristalsis shuffling me along at a moderate pace. I listened for any more moaning, but at this point, I was so deep into the mermaid that I doubted I'd hear anything.

After the last little tingle leached out of my brain, Iooked up. The cloacal sphincter was before me. Beneath me, the sphincter that passed matter from the torso intestines. Zaiha would be coming through that in a couple hours.

Time for me to join the fun outside.

* * * * *

Zaiha

I orgasmed again, my nineteenth for the day. My abs and thighs were sore from so much clenching, and yet my pussy, clit, and nipples still held strong despite the near-constant attention they were receiving. My brain was soaked in pleasure chemicals to the point where I couldn't focus my eyes to save my life. My tongue was dry, and my throat hurt from so much moaning, squealing, screaming, and panting. 

But gods, I was having the time of my life.

I didn't even know who was between my legs anymore. I'd had every single mermaid give me their best cunnilingus. But then Seaweed got upset because she didn't make me cum, having chosen to come get kisses and allowing Mayli to finish me off. So she got an extra turn, but in order for it to be fair, that meant they all got another chance at it.

Whoever was between my legs came up for kisses, and we were squeezed right back up Kianni's throat. I landed in a soft pile of squirming, sandpapery bodies, and was duly cleaned.

"Feeling good, Zaiha?" Kianni asked. 

All I could manage was a contented mumble.

The voice in my head telling me this was dangerous had long since shut up. It had worked. Kianni had successfully replaced my fear of being eaten with pure, orgasmic bliss. At least for the moment. We'd see what happened once I got enough of a break to think straight again. A sleepy smile spread across my lips as one of my many new friends gave them a nibble. I responded with a kiss, earning a squeak of surprise, and the weight of a mermaid swooning onto my chest.

"Who's left? Anybody not gotten a second turn yet?"

"I know somewhu's not gott'n turn yet," I slurred. I pointed at the left of the double images of Kianni spinning above my head. 

"The wall?"

"No, silly," I giggled. "You!"

"Me?" 

"Yes, you!" As the orgasm faded away like all the ones before it, I regained enough of my mental faculties to think again. "All these girls have made me cum, except you. Why should they have all the fun?"

Kianni ran her hand through her jet black hair, looking away. She looked almost… shy?

"I've never done it before…"

"Wait, what?" I gently pushed the mermaid on my stomach to the side and disengaged from all the various cleaning efforts. "You've never had sex before?"

"Do you see another mermaid of my size around here?"

"…okay fair…" I swam over to her side, giving it a gentle stroke. Her skin was smooth and slick. "Don't worry about it too much. I'll show you what to do, and then I'll go down and run through your torso intestines. Deal?"

"…okay."

I pulled myself up onto the shore, and spread my legs for her. Kianni slipped her tail deeper into the water, propping herself up on her elbows. Her massive breasts swayed above me for a moment. Then she pushed herself down, and her chin came to rest between my knees. I felt a small tingle of fear, just from her sheer size. Even though she was much smaller than Hellebore, her head was still almost bigger than my entire body. 

I reached up and gave her cheek a reassuring rub, following the bioluminescent lights under her eye. She gave me a shy little blush, her cheeks turning a darker brownish maroon and the lights glowing brighter. The fear melted away. 

"Okay, so what you do is, you take that big tongue of yours, and you use it right between my legs. My pussy isn't the only thing that feels good. Inner thighs, clit, my lower stomach, it's all fair game. So don't worry about the uhh… obvious size difference."

"Okay…" 

Her tongue came out, the massive red organ covering all the aforementioned spots in a single, long lick. I felt the spines on her tongue scratching my skin, but she knew how to be gentle with it. They weren't long enough to really cause injury, but I wouldn't want to be stabbed in the clit by them, either. 

She slid most of her tongue back into her mouth, and poked out just the tip, thinning it out as much as she could. Her tongue tip started exploring my body, massaging along my inner thighs. She made a pass at my labia, and I shuddered. The tongue retreated.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, that felt good. The um, the spikes on your tongue may be a problem in the future though, but I think I know how to fix that. Open up?"

Hesitantly, Kianni opened her mouth for me. The warm red interior that I had grown intimately familiar with at this point elicited goosebumps across my skin. I crawled forward on my hands and knees, running my hands up that slick, wet tongue of hers. I continued into her mouth, pushing my top half between her teeth. I placed my palms on her back molars, then slipped my head and shoulders back into the arch of her throat. Her mouth was too small to fit anything else, but that aligned my hips with her lips.

Slowly, I turned myself around, pressing my back into her tongue. I reached a hand back to give my neck support; there was nothing below my head but the drop into her throat. After much wiggling, I got my thighs on either side of her lower canines, my legs stretching her cheeks and sticking out the sides of her mouth. 

"Okay. Now curl your tongue back girl."

Kianni did as I instructed. I felt the muscled organ flex and slide down my back, and the tip tentatively pressed into my groin. 

"There you go, just like that. Just rub it up and down right where it is."

The tongue began to move, sliding across my nethers. In this position, I got just the edge and underside of the tip, providing a barrier of Kianni's own flesh between me and the spiny protrusions. I leaned my head back, feeling the soft palate at the back of her throat on the top of my head.

It took the big girl a little bit of time to find her rhythm, but once she found it, my lower belly began to warm. I braced my elbows on her back molars, moaning. 

"Good girl, just like that," I panted.

"Uhkeh," she said around me. 

Kianni brought her finger up and pushed on the underside of her tongue, using it to assist with the motion. My head came back up very suddenly as she found a good spot and teased away at it. My face smacked into her uvula, but I didn't care. I grabbed hold of it and rubbed it, sliding the long, flat bulb of dangling tissue along my face and giving it kisses. 

"Gods, just like that, just like that!" I whined. 

Her tongue kept pace as hot breath billowed up from her throat at me. I let myself go, curving backward as I allowed my head to enter her throat. It clenched on me, surprised, then relaxed enough to allow me to breathe again. I stuck my tongue out, running it up the soft muscle. 

Before long, yet another orgasm erupted in my lower stomach. I screamed in pleasure. I wanted more. I needed more. Kianni, please, please swallow me. I had to feel your throat on my skin, that crushing, dominating pressure. I wanted to slide into your stomach and let your body have its way with me.

"Kianni, swallow me! Swallow me!"

The throat clenched down on me again, and I was drawn back down into the pulsing, slimy tube. My body shook with exertion, and stars erupted behind my eyes as the pleasure spiked almost painfully. I screamed again, digging my fingernails into the sides of her throat.

Back down I went, to where I belonged. In the belly of a hungry beast, to help it feel full. I understood now. I didn't have to be food to fulfill a role like this. I was still a person, with everything that implied, but I was also stomach filler.

And I was okay with that. I was a gutslut.

* * * * *

Olephia

Upon my exit from the cloaca, I was underwater. Kianni wasn't moving though, so I was probably still in the cave area. I let myself float for a second to figure out what direction was up, then started swimming.

I broke the surface of the water, and my hair covered everything. I knew I should've put it back up after my bun fell out. I peeled apart the wet strands, digging them off my skin with my fingernails and throwing them back over my shoulder. Maybe it was time for a haircut, after everything was done. 

Once I could see again, I got my bearings. I was in the middle of the pool. Kianni's tail and most of her torso were in the water, but her head and shoulders were still up on land. I started swimming in that direction. I was almost up to Kianni's shoulder when I heard Zaiha's voice say something very uncharacteristic.

"Kianni, swallow me! Swallow me!"

I scrambled up out of the water, banging my knee on a rock in the process. I swore in Vichtasmari, and hobbled my way forward.

Zaiha's legs were just starting to slip down into Kianni's throat by the time I reached the front. I watched as the sorceress's feet, toes curled and twitching with what was probably an orgasm, slid off the back of the mermaid's tongue and vanished beyond the arch. 

"Awww," I pouted. "I missed all the fun."

"Sorry," Kianni said. She was uncharacteristically blushy, and a little shy. Just what had happened while I was inside of her?

"Is she coming back out?"

"No, she made a deal to go through my torso intestines if I… um, well anyway, the point is she's in there for a while."

I smirked. An idea had just occurred to me. Zaiha may have missed her chance for me to help out again, but that didn't mean I was done with her. There was going to be a very noticeable lump wriggling through Kianni's abs for the next hour or so. That was plenty for me to have some fun with her.

"Can you roll over onto your back?" I asked.

"Yes," Kianni answered, and didn't move.

I sighed. Stupid Fey pedantry. 

"Will you roll onto your back?"

Kianni shifted, water sloshing off her back as she hauled herself back up onto the rock. I had to scramble to get out of her way as that broad, toned back landed right where I was just standing. Her tail flopped up on the shore, fin still dipping in the water. 

I walked back over to her, running my hand along her side. Her skin felt nice, closer to mine and Zaiha's than the roughness of her fellow mermaids. Speaking of, where were all of them? After a cursory search, I found them on an outcropping across the way, all snuggled up and sleeping in a big pile. 

"What happened to them?" 

"They're all tuckered out after a big day of helping their new friend learn to love being eaten."

"Awww, how nice of them."

"I think a few of them learned they like it too. I don't expect this to be the last time I swallow any of them."

"Oh, that's cute! I'm glad you guys got to learn some things about yourselves."

Kianni flushed, very pointedly turning away from me. "Yeah…"

My smirk came back. I started tickling her gill slits. 

"What did you learn, big girl?"

"That I like girls as more than friends…"

"Oh, that's awesome! I'm so happy you got to discover that!" I ribbed her with my elbow. Gently, in case she didn't take it as a friendly gesture. "Well, after this, you might just have ten new girlfriends. I've seen the way they look at you; they adore you!"

Kianni turned back over, her glowing blue eyes hopeful. "You really think so?"

"I'm positive. If all of them 'helped' with Zaiha, that means all of them like girls too, and you already know they love you, so it's pretty much a shoo-in! Approach them honestly, be open about your feelings, and you'll have a lovely lesbian polycule by this time tomorrow."

Kianni smiled, and my heart broke a little. She was so lonely down here by herself. To both of our knowledge, she was the only deep water mermaid in the Vichtas Reservoir. She'd abandoned her own natural habitat just to have friends. I wanted to give her a big hug, but the best I could manage was a reassuring rub along the bottom of her gills, right where they sealed.  I could probably get my arms completely around her wrist, but that was about it. Besides, I'd been around enough mermaids to know that part got itchy sometimes.

"Okay, now help me up on your belly. I want to pester Zaiha."

Kianni offered me a helping hand. I stepped up into her palm, and, with a little boost, worked my way up onto her belly. 

Kianni's stomach was lovely, inside and out. Her abs were framed by bioluminescent lights on her sides and right down the center ridge. She had a healthy layer of body fat over top of her muscle—protection from the cold reservoir depths—but if she flexed, she had a pretty well-defined six pack. 

Currently, of course, there was a sizeable sorceress-shaped lump curved over into a C below her left breast. As I watched, Zaiha squirmed forward, trying to straighten out a little bit. She was entering the duodenum. Once her hips were out of the stomach, she wiggled around, the bump flattening then rising again as she faced the backs of her thighs to the bump to get her knees around the steep curve. Before long, her feet slipped out, and she picked up speed, signaling that she was no longer trapped in the sphincter. 

I made my way confidently across the soft, squishy abs to her wiggling lump. She made enough of an impression on the belly that I was able to see the curve of her hip. I put a leg on either side of that lump and straddled it, leaning forward to press my body against hers. 

"Hi beautiful," I said to the part that looked head-like. 

"Olephia?" Came the muffled reply.

"Yep, it's me." I pushed my hips into hers, Kianni's skin sliding between us. "I came out of Kianni's guts to help feed you to her, and I walk in on you doing it yourself."

A nervous giggle came from deeper within, followed by a submissive squeak when I squeezed on her body with my thighs.

"Sorry…"

"Not yet you're not…" My hips began to move, rocking back and forth over her. "I'm going to ride your wriggling lump all the way through Kianni's intestines, and you can't do a thing about it."

Zaiha whined and tried to say something, but it was lost through the skin, muscle, and fat between us. I placed my elbows on either side of her and started grinding, my butt wiggling in the air as I let her know what I was doing with soft yet enunciated moans. My hips worked off her hip and onto her side, pinning her down to let me hump her. 

A squeeze of Kianni's intestines dragged Zaiha out from under me. I was squeezing her so hard I could actually feel the flexing muscle as it shuffled her along. Her hips popped between my legs, and then her legs slid under me in a manner rather pleasant to my clit. I moaned again, giving Kianni's abs a little bite. 

"Olephiaaaa," Zaiha whined. "You're making me horny again. Do you know how much sex I've had today?"

"Considerably more than me," I moaned as I re-centered her body under my thrusting hips. "Which is exactly the problem. You tired out ten whole mermaids. I masturbated aaallll on my lonesome through Kianni's tail. I'm owed a lot more sexual pleasure than I got, and I'm gonna take it out of your wriggling belly bulge."

Zaiha's lump shook a bit, like she was throwing a little tantrum in her constricted space. Either that, or she was masturbating herself in there. Either way, I didn't care. Right now, she was a tool to get me off. Like humping a pillow. A living pillow, with a mermaid pillowcase and sorceress stuffing. 

"You know, it made me wet watching Kianni swallow you. Both times I got to see it. Watching your form descend her gullet and bulge out her stomach. It's so hot to see you wiggling under the skin like this. I've been wanting to grind on you just like this since the rock shelf with the crab traps."

Zaiha whimpered under me. She was definitely masturbating right along with me. I found where her head was and leaned over it, hopefully close to her ear. 

"How many times did they make you cum?"

"Seventeen…"

"And how many times have you cum today?"

The belly bulge straightened out, shook for a couple seconds, then relaxed. 

"That was twenty-one just now… my poor clit is going numb…"

"Good. You don't get to masturbate any more. In fact, you owe me twenty-one orgasms now. Once you get out of there, you're gonna be between my legs until you pay me back every single one."

A long, high-pitched whine of denial emanated from the lump I was teasing. 

"O-okay…"

"Hope you're hungry, because you'll be eating out for the rest of the night."

"Yes ma'am."

"I'm gonna get my cock out and use every hole you've got until my cum is leaking from them all."

Zaiha trembled under me again. 

"Twenty-two…"

"Hey, I said no more masturbating!"

"I didn't, and I'll swear to whatever god you want that I didn't! It's this fucking stomach acid constantly edging me, and then you talking like that, it was too much, I just came without touching myself!"

Heat spread across both my face and my loins in equal measure. That was so fucking hot. Gods, that was so fucking hot! I let her know exactly how hot I found that by moaning long and loud directly into her ear. I ground my clit into her thigh, the force of my humping helping to push her right along through Kianni's intestines. 

Speaking of Kianni, what was she doing during all of this? I looked back, and saw that the giant mermaid was staring at me with fascinated, almost submissive wonderment, a raging blush all over her face. I gave her a wink, then leaned down to lick her abs. She hurriedly looked away again. 

"I think Kianni discovered something else she likes," I said, more to myself than Zaiha. "Don't worry, big girl. Once I'm done with Zaiha, I'll come ride your nipple or something."

"O-okay," Kianni said, still refusing to look at me. 

I returned to the task at hand, humping Zaiha through a giant mermaid's intestines from the outside. Pleasure steadily built in my lower stomach, aided by mental images of Zaiha submitting herself to me, allowing me to do anything I wanted to her. I didn't know where this side of me came from, but I liked it! I was confident and dominant in bed, sure, but this was beyond anything I'd ever done before. I wanted the girl beneath me in every way possible, including the way Kianni had her right now. 

I wanted to swallow Zaiha next. 

That realization and the ensuing rush of ideas pushed me into orgasm. I came hard, harder than I had yet today. Poor little Zaiha was caught in a death grip from my thighs as I clenched up, my abs twitching. My toes curled, my hands balled up into fists, and my breath was forced from my lungs with an extended whine of need. 

I collapsed back on the abs, squishing Zaiha with my full deadweight. I hadn't cum this hard in a long time. The Pleasure rune may be able to improve the quantity of pleasure experienced, but it could not produce better quality. Apparently the secret to that was thoughts of being the one who got to swallow my coworker instead of the creatures we explored together. I wondered if anyone at the Guild had mapped dark elf insides before… 

Kianni cleared her throat awkwardly. 

"U-um…" she said. "Th-that was really hot…"

I grinned, though I doubted she could see it. With my face pressed against what felt like Zaiha's shoulder, all I saw was the underside of her massive breasts.

"Glad you enjoyed the show, because it's your turn now. Give me a nipple; I'm gonna ride it. After that, I don't know anything about mermaid genitalia, but point me in the right direction and I'm gonna learn quick. I'm about to show you how good liking girls can be."

* * * * *

Zaiha 

Stuck in a gut, grinded on, and full of ideas from all the dirty talk, I made my horny way through Kianni's torso intestines. My head was spinning. So much had happened to me today. It was difficult to process all of it. Teased, blinded, swallowed, fucked, released, swallowed and fucked times 16 (with intermittent periods of being used to throatfuck Kianni), rode Kianni's tongue, swallowed yet again, sent through her intestines, and used by Olephia to get off. And all within the last three hours. 

Needless to say, my mind at this point was little more than horny soup. The constant squeezing pressure on my body did little to help with that.

As with everything on Kianni when compared to my other experiences, her intestinal tract was much smaller. I fit, but only because she was built to swallow bigger things than me. Even then, I felt like I was pushing it. There were times when I'd get stuck, especially around a tight curve. The pressure would grow and grow, until suddenly the muscle around me would slide down my body and I'd be forced around the bend to the next section. I almost felt bad for Kianni, subjecting her to this. It couldn't be comfortable.

Aside from size, the intestine was pretty familiar to what I'd already seen. The walls were dark red and covered with millions of little villi. With how tight it was, they weren't very noticeable. They were pretty small up here, maybe half of a pinky nail. My arms were back down by my sides, but occasionally I was able to sort of smear them around a little bit with the backs of my hands. You know, give the people at the Guild a little something to study. It felt like a soggy carpet. 

Kianni's back arched, and a thunderous moan shook my surroundings. Olephia had moved on from humping me to having sex with a whole ass giant mermaid, with me inside of her. I didn't honestly know what that entailed, but I could make a decently educated guess. Heptalia may have been the Magizoology professor at the College, but I taught Introductory Biology, which was the prerequisite to Magizoology. Things were lumped together under biological similarities, mermaids falling under hybrid races with Centaurs, Lamias, Harpies, Sirens, and quite a few others. I knew the mammalian hybrids had only the genitalia provided by their animal half, but reptilian, avian, and ichthyoid hybrids had humanoid reproductive organs and gave live birth. Oviparous reproduction—laying eggs—did not allow enough time, care, or nutrients for the development of a complex brain.

That meant, somewhere on her body, Kianni had a pussy. Olephia was either being used as a dildo, or rubbing herself on her clit. Where there's a will, there's a way, I guess. 

That way seemed to be going very well, as the inside of the mermaid turned into a bounce house. I was slung in several directions, my surroundings vibrating with an obviously pleased squeal from the very large woman. My word turned upside-down, then righted itself very quickly, making me a bit queasy. 

I grumbled to myself a little, and dug my toes in to help shuffle me along. My head was pounding. This was going to be a looooong trip if they decided to keep that up. My poor body had already withstood so much today, at least half of it without a ward. 

A small spike of panic welled up in my chest as I checked myself. Okay. Ward was up, and I had magic aplenty. I had indeed had the presence of mind to protect myself on my latest (and hopefully final) entry into Kianni's digestive system. Her stomach acid had been easy enough to handle, but I didn't want to risk it with any enzymes in here. I was tender enough, and my pussy was still throbbing, something that neither Kianni nor Olephia seemed inclined to care about.

I was squeezed deeper in, feeling a gradual downward slope to my journey. The pressure on my left side lessened a bit as the bump I was making receded. I was still visible from the outside, but maybe not as humpable as I'd been a bit ago. I'd be even less humpable if I could lay on my stomach, but my size prevented this from being viable. There were a lot of sharp turns in here, and with Kianni laying on her back, I basically just had to side-scoot through them or risk getting bent the wrong way. The back and forth zigzags were already difficult to navigate. I'd go through a turn with my left side up, then have to wiggle around in the straightaway get my right side up so I could go around the next curve bending at the waist. Sometimes, on the especially sharp turns, I'd had to turn myself around while still bent in a C because my legs were too long for it and I needed to put my knees against the curve. 

As if to make my traversal more difficult, a weight settled on top of me again. Olephia had returned from her mermaid fucking adventure.

"Hey cuuuutie," she said, poking the side of my boob. "How are you holding up?"

"I'm getting there," I grumbled. My patience was starting to fray; I was exhausted. "I think I'm only a few more turns from the long section."

"You'll be popping out of the cloaca before you know it," Olephia reassured me. "Kianni's very clean down there, don't worry."

"Yaaaaay."

"Come on now, don't be like that…" I felt the familiar shift in weight and position as she placed me between her thighs. "The fun's just beginning."

Despite myself, I whined. My poor, tired nethers warmed again at the intent in her voice. 

"You're doing well, sweetie." She began to caress my shoulder through the layers of flesh between us. "Just a little bit longer, and we can go home."

"I'd like that…"

I slipped through another few feet, reaching another curve. Olephia dismounted me long enough for me to get myself around it. I squirmed with my shoulders and kicked with my toes, pushing my torso into the turn. A peristaltic wave pushed me the rest of the way along. Kianni's weight rested on me again, her comforting hands returning to my body.

"In all seriousness though. You're doing okay? No more panic attacks?"

Her concern was touching. I raised my hand up as much as I could, giving her stomach what I hoped was a reassuring poke.

"No, I'm good… I wouldn't say I'm cured of my 'problem,' but… I think I trust Kianni enough to not be afraid of her anymore."

Olephia prodded at me playfully.

"Would you be scared of me?"

"Huh?"

"Say I was a giantess, or you were small, and I came along and swallowed you whole." She pinched my side with her thighs and wiggled her butt. "Would you be scared of me?"

I scoffed. "No offense, but nah. Compared to demons, the spirit of nature personified, and a deepwater mermaid, a big drow is pretty tame."

Olephia slapped my butt.

"Oh, I'll make you regret that."

"Suuuuuure," I said. 

Olephia responded, probably with something witty and-slash-or horny, but at that moment, the intestine decided I'd been in one spot for too long, and pushed me along. I rounded another curve, and started getting squeezed down. The path ahead was long and straight. The final stretch. This was where her torso intestines traversed the length of her tail down to the cloaca. I was in the home stretch. 

Olephia followed my progress all the way down Kianni's abs, her wandering hands picking and poking at me. She said something else, but a loud groan drowned her out. Then my feet slipped beyond the mermaid's scales, and I was out of her reach.

As soon as I was able to, I flattened myself out onto my stomach. I took a deep breath, and sighed. Now that I was alone again, it was almost peaceful. I had to admit, it was times like this that I liked most about being eaten: the long, slow rides through the intestine. The pressure was comfortable, and after the chaos of the stomach, it was a lovely change of pace. It was where I got my best thinking done during my time with Hellebore. Where I mulled over the conversations we'd had, and planned the best way to approach her in the future. 

Now, all I could think about was the events of the day. In the peace and quiet, my brain tried to process exactly where it stood on everything that happened without the cloud of horny fogging the lenses of my introspection. Olephia was fucking hot as all hell. The little mermaids were adorable, but tiring. Being eaten was back to being okay, and maybe a little bit sexy too. 

Out of everything today, Kianni was the biggest surprise. She'd come off originally as a powerful, domineering predator, much in the same vein as Hellebore. But then, through conversation and action, I realized what Olephia had told me from the beginning was true.

Kianni really was a sweetheart. She was just a lonely person finding her way in life, who happened to stumble into a loving family unit. She's not sure of things just yet, but she's trying, and that was all that mattered. A small blossom of pride for her bloomed in my chest. Even if all this scientific data crap wound up being a waste of time, I could say that I helped her find herself.

Now, Olephia on the other hand… I didn't even know how to approach that. She was loving and empathetic and horny and all around a total whirlwind of a girl. I'd been swept right off my feet by her. Someday soon, I'd have to address all of that, and I'd need to know what to say when the time came. 

Later though. Now that I had time to myself, the exhaustion took front and center in my mind. My eyes were dragged shut of their own volition. I had a few minutes. A nap wouldn't hurt…

* * * * *

"Wake up sleepyhead."

My eyes opened to a beautiful, starry night. I was back on the boat, Olephia standing over me with her hands on her hips. Off the starboard side, Kianni and her entourage treaded water, enraptured by the majesty of the sky. 

"Wha?" I squeaked, rubbing my eyes. Olephia looked… upset?

"You fell asleep on the last leg of the journey," she said sternly. "We're going to have to send you right back through to collect that last bit of data."

That woke me up.

"We gotta do fucking what?"

The facade cracked, and Olephia burst out laughing. In the water, a few of our little mermaid friends started cracking up too.

"Ohhh, you should've seen the look on your face!" she giggled, wiping away a tear of joy. "You were about ready to jump off the side and make a break for it!"

"It's not funny," I pouted. 

"It's a little bit funny."

Kianni roused from her reverie, coming over to the side of the boat. Her glowing blue eyes were happy, and maybe a little hopeful. I reached over the side, giving her cheek a loving rub. 

"We carried you back up, but everyone insisted on saying goodbye," she said. Her mouth gently closed over my hand, giving my palm an affectionate lick.

One by one, the little ones popped up onto the railing, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek. Of course, Seaweed snuck her way in for a second kiss, and then all the others were doing it. I kissed back as fast as I could, the ones I missed staying on the railing and pouting at me until I got to them, then falling back into the water with an exaggerated swoon. 

Kianni gently grabbed Seaweed with her mouth as she came back for a third, slurping her up and swallowing her. 

"Don't worry, she likes it," Kianni said in answer to the look on my face. "Mermaids can't harm other mermaids because of Fey pacts, so she's safe in me as well."

A couple other needy hands batted at Kianni's chin, and she opened her mouth again. Ceri and Ciri pulled her jaw down into the water and crawled up her tongue to be swallowed too. Mayli latched onto Ciri's tail and got pulled along down the tight, twitching throat.

"We're all girlfriends now," Kianni said. Her eyes sparkled with tentative joy. "And I suppose I have you to thank for that, so thank you. Both of you."

Kianni's lips pressed to my whole torso, giving me a goodbye kiss. I suddenly understood why all of her little girlfriends swooned when they got a Kianni kiss. I kissed her back on her top lip, and patted her jaw. 

The giant mermaid kissed Olephia, her bioluminescent cheek patterns glowing in a blush as she did so. Then she withdrew from the boat, swimming out into the night to return to her home with her new girlfriends. The last we saw of her was a shy wave as she slipped back below the surface. 

Then it was just me and Olephia, and the weight of about a thousand unspoken things between us. I looked over at her, but she was still watching the waves as Kianni's glow became fainter and fainter, then vanished completely.

"There's something I need to tell you," she said at last. "That wasn't the Guild's first encounter with Kianni."

My heart skipped a beat. "What?"

"One of our Psychomancers found her a couple years ago, in his daily meditations. It took some doing, but we were eventually able to get her to open up to us. It took over a year of mental contact before she trusted us, and about another year to agree to a meeting. Fey gathering rules, no harm could befall us." Finally, she turned to look at me. "And that was today."

"Wait, wait. So you're telling me that this whole time, this whole thing was planned?!"

"You didn't think I'd just drop you in on a Guild mission with no safety precautions, did you? I brought you along on this one specifically because our safety was guaranteed. But you couldn't know it was safe, because I had to evaluate your skills firsthand."

As far as excuses go, that… made a lot of sense. If I was to be going through giant guts as a job, one would assume that a job interview would be involved. A simulation of a real-world scenario without the added danger of it being a real-world scenario would be the best possible way to handle that situation. I didn't like it, but I also didn't see a better way of going about it. The sting of being played was canceled out by the logical foundation of what was done, and I wound up feeling very medium about this revelation. 

"Soooo how'd I do?"

Olephia raised an eyebrow.

"You failed. Horrendously. If it was real, you would have digested away and fattened up Kianni's breasts."

"Oh…" I mean I knew I'd had a panic attack and everything, but still. "What happens now?"

"It's up to you. You can go back to your life at the College. The Guild will pay you for this one, and maybe reach out in a year or so to see how you feel about coming back. Or, you can stay on, and we become a partner pairing. Either way, I'm not letting you slide down another gullet without me."

"Why, because you think it's hot?"

Olephia's black cheeks darkened further with a blush.

"For your safety, first and foremost. But… yes. I do think it's hot."

I took a moment to process. What, if anything, did the last few minutes change? I was still alive, and would have remained that way no matter what. Despite being made to think my life was in danger, Olephia showed amazing compassion for me, and pulled me through it. I owed her for that. She didn't have to tell me this was a training exercise either, but she did. She could've just gone "the Guild will be in touch" and dipped, so there was at least the beginnings of trust between us. And I'll be honest, this didn't even put a dent in the feelings I'd developed for her over the past couple hours. 

"Well, I guess you're my new partner, then." Olephia's purple eyes lit up, and she smiled. "But," I added, "first we gotta talk about all that sex and stuff down there. If we're gonna be partners, I have to know where we stand with each other."

Olephia nodded. She took a breath and gathered her thoughts, chewing the inside of her lip. When she was ready, she turned to me, and took my hands in hers, looking me in the eyes.

"I like you a lot, Zaiha. You're smart, cute, funny, and a wonderful person. This mission was one of the best times I've ever had while working at the Guild, and I hope you at least don't feel negatively about it. Is there something between us? I believe so. Should we pursue it? I don't even know. I'm not… I'm not good at relationships. I'm trying to be, but I don't know if I'm there yet. I think that if you want to pursue something with me, that we should take it slow."

I nodded. "That's… right about where I am with things, too. I really, really like you, and I want to continue to be in your life. But I'm right there with you; we shouldn't let ourselves decide our future now, not with all that just happened fresh in our minds. Let the lust die down a bit, reassess, and come back to it later."

"Agreed. Partners, but not dating."

I nodded. Olephia smiled, pulling me into a hug. Even though her skin was cold with the night air, I felt the heat inside of her. Goosebumps erupted on my skin. I hugged back, trying to put all of my positive emotions into the simple gesture. We stayed there like that for a long time, just enjoying the feel of each other's body.

"Can we… do it again though?"

Olephia pulled out of the hug, holding me at arm's length.

"You just had a train run on you by ten mermaids, plus Kianni, plus me, and you're still horny?"

"I didn't mean right now, obviously, just sometime in the future."

"Oh." Olephia nodded. "Yeah, we can totally do it again. Whenever you want."

She released my shoulders. We sat next to each other in silence for a long while. Once or twice, one of us started to say something, but thought better of it.

"…you think you can fuck and drive the boat at the same time?"

"Yes."

The two of us scrambled from our seats, tripping and falling over one another to get to the helm console. I got down on my knees, Olephia coming to stand in front of me. Her cock was back, and standing at full attention. I opened my mouth, taking in the head. Olephia moaned and pressed forward, filling my mouth with just the first third of it. I placed my hands on her thighs, and dutifully began to bob my head on it.

The boat kicked into motion. Olephia rocked back, then forward, her cock forcibly rounding the corner into my throat. I gagged, but kept myself there. I even managed to push a little bit farther down, almost reaching the halfway point. Then Olephia's hand was in my hair, tugging me back up. I spun around, bracing my forearms on the helm console and pushing my ass back into her crotch.

As her hard, thick rod pierced my body once again, I let out a shuddering sigh of relief. All of the tension in my body melted away as my beautiful drow companion set about rearranging my guts with her giant cock. I pushed back into her thrusts, throwing my head back and screaming my desire for all of the inhabitants of the Vichtas Reservoir to hear, both above and below the water.

As I rode the woman I'd chosen to be my partner, the wind in my hair, I opened my eyes just in time to see a shooting star cross the starry sky.

I wish for this to last, I thought, and my eyes drifted shut in bliss.

It really was a beautiful night.