Into the fog...

Nova continues riding her hoverbike across the stretch of road in Galiavan's Domescadian Continent. She had never driven through Minktail's swamps before, and the villagers at the village about a mile or so behind her warned her not to cross the swamp when the fog was at it's highest. However, the fiery red head wasn't one for waiting, or superstition. As she continued on her trek, hovering past murk and thick mud with the speeding bike, Nova's long locks flowed behind her, her large breasts flapping against her chest, hanging over the hover bikes frame as she sat hunched forward. It was already dark out, but the moons were full tonight, but it was this very reason which made her grow increasingly weary as she drove through the swamp; the moons blue and silver light lit up the fog. It was like driving through translucent walls, despite her bikes fog lights, the shit was too thick to penetrate. "Damn it, perhaps I should've just spent the night in that village after all..." she thought. However, she was already 'in the thick' so to speak, so she may as well continue on till the next village.

All the while, her natural vanilla scent cut through that fog more than any fog light or moon light could. Drifting through it like a cloud of it's own, it's seducing, intoxicating odor sifting through the thick pale behind her as she drove through. In the light of the moon, her skin tight body suit glistened and gleamed, a shapely dark silhouette speeding through the veil of murky white...

The Minktail's swamps were home to a variety of creatures, but none that were too fascinating or out of the ordinary. It was just muddy water and thick sludge after all. Tiny salamanders and mudfish tended to be the only slimy beings skittering about, not too bothersome to those passing through, particularly if they had way of passage that wasn't directly walking through the muck. Nights like these, however, gave birth to myths whispered down by the closest villages. The ghost-like fog, particularly cast in the moonlight, forebode those who wanted to cross the swamps to do it another evening. It was nights like these where adventurers that decided to cross the fog were often never seen again.

Something about the humidity and coolness brought a much larger creature out from the depths of the thick earth. The water in the air kept it slick and hydrated, while the mud kept it warm. The moonlight allowed it to see better than it normally would in the darkness, and any sounds were amplified by the microscopic droplets of mist. It also made particular scents easier to smell...and prey easier to seek. The gulper, an enormous amphibious creature that resembled a salamander, at least 10 feet long, caught wind of a fragrance unfamiliar to its nostrils. It was seductive, tantalizing. Smelling it wasn't enough. It wanted to taste it.

As a machine whirred past the gulper hiding in the mud, the scent getting stronger, it sank and then used it's powerful body to shift through the mucky water at great speeds, attempting to keep up with whatever was traversing through its territory.

SeiferHowling wrote:The Minktail's swamps were home to a variety of creatures, but none that were too fascinating or out of the ordinary. It was just muddy water and thick sludge after all. Tiny salamanders and mudfish tended to be the only slimy beings skittering about, not too bothersome to those passing through, particularly if they had way of passage that wasn't directly walking through the muck. Nights like these, however, gave birth to myths whispered down by the closest villages. The ghost-like fog, particularly cast in the moonlight, forebode those who wanted to cross the swamps to do it another evening. It was nights like these where adventurers that decided to cross the fog were often never seen again.

Something about the humidity and coolness brought a much larger creature out from the depths of the thick earth. The water in the air kept it slick and hydrated, while the mud kept it warm. The moonlight allowed it to see better than it normally would in the darkness, and any sounds were amplified by the microscopic droplets of mist. It also made particular scents easier to smell...and prey easier to seek. The gulper, an enormous amphibious creature that resembled a salamander, at least 10 feet long, caught wind of a fragrance unfamiliar to its nostrils. It was seductive, tantalizing. Smelling it wasn't enough. It wanted to taste it.

As a machine whirred past the gulper hiding in the mud, the scent getting stronger, it sank and then used it's powerful body to shift through the mucky water at great speeds, attempting to keep up with whatever was traversing through its territory.

Nova continued travelling through this thick veil, cursing under her breath as she felt the microscopic particles of water condense against her skin and suit. By the time she was halfway through this part of the swamp, she was slick wet. Her skin tight suit was shiny, the leather latex looking, while her bare skin across her toned chest and the well rounded curves of her large breasts were drenched as if she had just came out of a shower. Her hair, thankfully, for the most part was still dry, and not sticking to her forehead where her fringe normally would obscure her large beautiful red eyes on such occasions normally. She shivered, her breasts quivering as well. What she wouldn't give for a nice warm room right now, a blanket and a comfy bed and a pint to calm the nerves. It wasn't like she didn't have the money for such, which made her all the more frustrated that she chosen to push through the fog rather than stay the night. Hell, there was a handsome stall boy back in the last village, and she was sure she could have shown him a thing or two about proper straddling, especially when one is riding on something wild. He was a bit on the younger side, perhaps 17 or so, but the twenty five year old didn't care. Nor would he, given the opportunity.

It was around this point as Nova blushed red with her upper teeth pressed lightly into the plush pink lower lips and her thighs squeezing the seat of her bike tightly as she felt a little wet (in 'other' ways ), when she heard the splashing. At first, she simply ignored them. But then they became more pronounced. And from behind her...

Nova tore herself away from her pervy, erotic thoughts, and looked over her slick shoulder. Behind her there was nothing but rolling white vastness illuminated by the eerie moonlight. Still though, she felt unnerved, snapping her attention forward again. "Perhaps its just my nerves. Maybe if I drive faster, it'll go away." she thought, and thus increased her speed. Surely, there wasn't anything following her.

...was there?

While the vanilla scent began trailing away, caught in the every increasing droplets of mist in the air, another scent began to take its place. It seemed that whatever this...being...ahead of the gulper was, the vanilla flavor was simply a ruse. Something the animal suspected was there to attract a mate, and perhaps to even ward off unwanted predators like itself. Unfortunately for this being, what the Gulper had come to know as "human", the wet air had washed off almost all of this artificial oil, and her own oils began to penetrate its olfactory glands. It was a different kind of sweet. A more natural pheromone. The gulper could smell it was most strongly between her legs, but other crevices of her body gave way to the smell. It was even more delicious than the previous. And based on the less musky smell than its previous human meals, the gulper could tell this human was a female. Its meal had almost entirely comprised of males, as those tended to be the ones more foolishly adventurous across these parts. The gulper was excited to taste something different.

It had also sensed an increase in the heart beat. The woman was rattled. Perhaps she sensed its presence as well. Perhaps it had been too loud in pursuing her, underestimating the shroud of humming from her vehicle. It noticed she had decided to speed up, and that would be no good for the gulper. It could only move so quickly, and it didn't want her getting away. Just as the vehicle burst forward with enough speed to flee, so did the gulper's tongue. It whipped out at a breakneck speed and wrapped its sticky flesh around the bumper. The strong organ, assisted by the thick mud, allowed the creature to remain grounded, while the vehicle struggled to move forward, almost coming to a sudden full stop. He heard the woman shriek, and then a SMACK in the mud. She'd fallen forward over it, and the vehicle itself dropped into the muck. Its lights remained on, and the gulper could see her silhouette from the fog in the moonlight.

SeiferHowling wrote:While the vanilla scent began trailing away, caught in the every increasing droplets of mist in the air, another scent began to take its place. It seemed that whatever this...being...ahead of the gulper was, the vanilla flavor was simply a ruse. Something the animal suspected was there to attract a mate, and perhaps to even ward off unwanted predators like itself. Unfortunately for this being, what the Gulper had come to know as "human", the wet air had washed off almost all of this artificial oil, and her own oils began to penetrate its olfactory glands. It was a different kind of sweet. A more natural pheromone. The gulper could smell it was most strongly between her legs, but other crevices of her body gave way to the smell. It was even more delicious than the previous. And based on the less musky smell than its previous human meals, the gulper could tell this human was a female. Its meal had almost entirely comprised of males, as those tended to be the ones more foolishly adventurous across these parts. The gulper was excited to taste something different.

It had also sensed an increase in the heart beat. The woman was rattled. Perhaps she sensed its presence as well. Perhaps it had been too loud in pursuing her, underestimating the shroud of humming from her vehicle. It noticed she had decided to speed up, and that would be no good for the gulper. It could only move so quickly, and it didn't want her getting away. Just as the vehicle burst forward with enough speed to flee, so did the gulper's tongue. It whipped out at a breakneck speed and wrapped its sticky flesh around the bumper. The strong organ, assisted by the thick mud, allowed the creature to remain grounded, while the vehicle struggled to move forward, almost coming to a sudden full stop. He heard the woman shriek, and then a SMACK in the mud. She'd fallen forward over it, and the vehicle itself dropped into the muck. Its lights remained on, and the gulper could see her silhouette from the fog in the moonlight.

Nova was increasing her speed when the hover bike felt like it was dragging. She first thought she may be too low, and was running aground when she was FLUNG ass over tea-kettle from her bike as it came to a sudden stop. "Yiiiaaaaahhh!" she shrieked, her sight was a blur as she tumbled forward, rolling into the thickness of water and mud. In the process of tumbling her head smacked into something hard, and her vision went from blurry, to black in an instant. "-iiiaaaaughhhh..." she hissed, her voice dropping quickly, like a painful gasp as she lay on her back on a small patch of dry land. Her tumbling had seized, her arms and legs spread out and while her large jiggly breasts flattened against her smooth tone skin, the well rounded curves of her ass sunk partially into the soft earth.  The mist's moist air wiped away the mud and grime as she lay semi-motionless. Her natural vanilla scent still permeated the air, though did her bodies pheromones, as she lay there unconscious, but still clearly breathing: the subtle rise and fall of her chest, as evident by her jiggling breasts still somehow contained by the body fitting leather suit; despite the suit being zipped down to her lower abdomen. Her smooth belly and the lines made from her toned flesh glistened from the watery mist. Her long eyelashes fluttered and her plush, glossy pink lips quivered as she lay there in the middle of the swamp, unaware of what was lurking close by...

Nova wrote:

SeiferHowling wrote:While the vanilla scent began trailing away, caught in the every increasing droplets of mist in the air, another scent began to take its place. It seemed that whatever this...being...ahead of the gulper was, the vanilla flavor was simply a ruse. Something the animal suspected was there to attract a mate, and perhaps to even ward off unwanted predators like itself. Unfortunately for this being, what the Gulper had come to know as "human", the wet air had washed off almost all of this artificial oil, and her own oils began to penetrate its olfactory glands. It was a different kind of sweet. A more natural pheromone. The gulper could smell it was most strongly between her legs, but other crevices of her body gave way to the smell. It was even more delicious than the previous. And based on the less musky smell than its previous human meals, the gulper could tell this human was a female. Its meal had almost entirely comprised of males, as those tended to be the ones more foolishly adventurous across these parts. The gulper was excited to taste something different.

It had also sensed an increase in the heart beat. The woman was rattled. Perhaps she sensed its presence as well. Perhaps it had been too loud in pursuing her, underestimating the shroud of humming from her vehicle. It noticed she had decided to speed up, and that would be no good for the gulper. It could only move so quickly, and it didn't want her getting away. Just as the vehicle burst forward with enough speed to flee, so did the gulper's tongue. It whipped out at a breakneck speed and wrapped its sticky flesh around the bumper. The strong organ, assisted by the thick mud, allowed the creature to remain grounded, while the vehicle struggled to move forward, almost coming to a sudden full stop. He heard the woman shriek, and then a SMACK in the mud. She'd fallen forward over it, and the vehicle itself dropped into the muck. Its lights remained on, and the gulper could see her silhouette from the fog in the moonlight.

Nova was increasing her speed when the hover bike felt like it was dragging. She first thought she may be too low, and was running aground when she was FLUNG ass over tea-kettle from her bike as it came to a sudden stop. "Yiiiaaaaahhh!" she shrieked, her sight was a blur as she tumbled forward, rolling into the thickness of water and mud. In the process of tumbling her head smacked into something hard, and her vision went from blurry, to black in an instant. "-iiiaaaaughhhh..." she hissed, her voice dropping quickly, like a painful gasp as she lay on her back on a small patch of dry land. Her tumbling had seized, her arms and legs spread out and while her large jiggly breasts flattened against her smooth tone skin, the well rounded curves of her ass sunk partially into the soft earth.  The mist's moist air wiped away the mud and grime as she lay semi-motionless. Her natural vanilla scent still permeated the air, though did her bodies pheromones, as she lay there unconscious, but still clearly breathing: the subtle rise and fall of her chest, as evident by her jiggling breasts still somehow contained by the body fitting leather suit; despite the suit being zipped down to her lower abdomen. Her smooth belly and the lines made from her toned flesh glistened from the watery mist. Her long eyelashes fluttered and her plush, glossy pink lips quivered as she lay there in the middle of the swamp, unaware of what was lurking close by...

No longer needed to take chase, the gulper had slowed to a stop. Were its meal still alert and able, it wouldn't want her getting frightened and fleeing. It could certainly catch her, this environment was to the gulper's advantage after all, but the less energy it expended trying to catch her, the more energy it could expend enjoying its meal. Considering how little it heard of her after she had smacked into the earth, the gulper assumed the woman was injured. The hover bike's engine puttered, stuck in the mud and slowly being filled with thick, dirty water. Eventually it stopped, but the lights remained on, shining into the ghastly fog. Upon a mound of harder dirt, yet still saturated with water, the woman lay on her back, and the lights accentuated all her features. Both her leather outfit and her toned skin, slick from the water and her own sweat, glistened from the white light. She moaned, almost sexually, not quite conscious. Her limbs slowly dragged, as if her body was attempting to wake up and rise, but she hadn't quite gotten there yet.

While its prey was dazed, the gulper decided to investigate. It slithered through the water and then snaked its way onto the mound, silhouetting itself in front of the lights. Her eyelids fluttered and she continued to moan, her lips tightening every so often, cringing from pain. Her breasts jiggled from her small movement, stirring to awaken. The gulper's large maw, wider than the woman's shoulders, opened, revealing a dark chasm and a large, rolled up tongue. It fell out of its mouth and landed on her belly with a slap. She twitched a bit from the hit and the weight. It slowly wormed its way from her abs up between her luscious orbs. The taste of her sweat was incredible. A thick trail of drool was left as it pressed against the side of the mounds and toward her neck, where it began to wrap around it, caressing her cheek as a lover would.

SeiferHowling wrote:

Nova wrote:

SeiferHowling wrote:While the vanilla scent began trailing away, caught in the every increasing droplets of mist in the air, another scent began to take its place. It seemed that whatever this...being...ahead of the gulper was, the vanilla flavor was simply a ruse. Something the animal suspected was there to attract a mate, and perhaps to even ward off unwanted predators like itself. Unfortunately for this being, what the Gulper had come to know as "human", the wet air had washed off almost all of this artificial oil, and her own oils began to penetrate its olfactory glands. It was a different kind of sweet. A more natural pheromone. The gulper could smell it was most strongly between her legs, but other crevices of her body gave way to the smell. It was even more delicious than the previous. And based on the less musky smell than its previous human meals, the gulper could tell this human was a female. Its meal had almost entirely comprised of males, as those tended to be the ones more foolishly adventurous across these parts. The gulper was excited to taste something different.

It had also sensed an increase in the heart beat. The woman was rattled. Perhaps she sensed its presence as well. Perhaps it had been too loud in pursuing her, underestimating the shroud of humming from her vehicle. It noticed she had decided to speed up, and that would be no good for the gulper. It could only move so quickly, and it didn't want her getting away. Just as the vehicle burst forward with enough speed to flee, so did the gulper's tongue. It whipped out at a breakneck speed and wrapped its sticky flesh around the bumper. The strong organ, assisted by the thick mud, allowed the creature to remain grounded, while the vehicle struggled to move forward, almost coming to a sudden full stop. He heard the woman shriek, and then a SMACK in the mud. She'd fallen forward over it, and the vehicle itself dropped into the muck. Its lights remained on, and the gulper could see her silhouette from the fog in the moonlight.

Nova was increasing her speed when the hover bike felt like it was dragging. She first thought she may be too low, and was running aground when she was FLUNG ass over tea-kettle from her bike as it came to a sudden stop. "Yiiiaaaaahhh!" she shrieked, her sight was a blur as she tumbled forward, rolling into the thickness of water and mud. In the process of tumbling her head smacked into something hard, and her vision went from blurry, to black in an instant. "-iiiaaaaughhhh..." she hissed, her voice dropping quickly, like a painful gasp as she lay on her back on a small patch of dry land. Her tumbling had seized, her arms and legs spread out and while her large jiggly breasts flattened against her smooth tone skin, the well rounded curves of her ass sunk partially into the soft earth.  The mist's moist air wiped away the mud and grime as she lay semi-motionless. Her natural vanilla scent still permeated the air, though did her bodies pheromones, as she lay there unconscious, but still clearly breathing: the subtle rise and fall of her chest, as evident by her jiggling breasts still somehow contained by the body fitting leather suit; despite the suit being zipped down to her lower abdomen. Her smooth belly and the lines made from her toned flesh glistened from the watery mist. Her long eyelashes fluttered and her plush, glossy pink lips quivered as she lay there in the middle of the swamp, unaware of what was lurking close by...

No longer needed to take chase, the gulper had slowed to a stop. Were its meal still alert and able, it wouldn't want her getting frightened and fleeing. It could certainly catch her, this environment was to the gulper's advantage after all, but the less energy it expended trying to catch her, the more energy it could expend enjoying its meal. Considering how little it heard of her after she had smacked into the earth, the gulper assumed the woman was injured. The hover bike's engine puttered, stuck in the mud and slowly being filled with thick, dirty water. Eventually it stopped, but the lights remained on, shining into the ghastly fog. Upon a mound of harder dirt, yet still saturated with water, the woman lay on her back, and the lights accentuated all her features. Both her leather outfit and her toned skin, slick from the water and her own sweat, glistened from the white light. She moaned, almost sexually, not quite conscious. Her limbs slowly dragged, as if her body was attempting to wake up and rise, but she hadn't quite gotten there yet.

While its prey was dazed, the gulper decided to investigate. It slithered through the water and then snaked its way onto the mound, silhouetting itself in front of the lights. Her eyelids fluttered and she continued to moan, her lips tightening every so often, cringing from pain. Her breasts jiggled from her small movement, stirring to awaken. The gulper's large maw, wider than the woman's shoulders, opened, revealing a dark chasm and a large, rolled up tongue. It fell out of its mouth and landed on her belly with a slap. She twitched a bit from the hit and the weight. It slowly wormed its way from her abs up between her luscious orbs. The taste of her sweat was incredible. A thick trail of drool was left as it pressed against the side of the mounds and toward her neck, where it began to wrap around it, caressing her cheek as a lover would.

Nova was still seeing stars, her eyelids fluttering from hazy images of the night sky to simply shadows. "Ughh...." she moaned, trying to move her body, but each limb was though it were a hundred pounds in weight. "Ughhh..." she moaned again. The scent of swamp assaulted her nose, but didn't fully awaken her, and her body shifted in the saturated soil subtly. She thought at one moment, someone was looming over her, but she couldn't make it out. Then she was greeted by a warm, slick tongue. "Hahh!...ah....ahhh..." she moaned, more erotically. Her mind going back to the fog within her own head, she thought Zetos was over her again, his tongue sliding up her torso, from belly button to the base of her naked breasts as they made love. "Devour me, consume me big boy, or am I too much for you to chew?" she had said, or something awkwardly cheesy between strained breaths as he wrapped his prehensile tongue around her neck and lifted her, where he would lightly form his jaws around her head and shoulders, simply hold her there as his mighty member was thrust up into her, causing her to spasm and moan with such dark pleasures.

Her mind was still locked in such as the tongue caused her massive breasts to pop out from the leather, her pink nipples exposed to the open air. "Hahhh...." she moaned, feeling the tongue glide across them, caress them and then wrap around her neck lightly, cupping around her cheek. She was still in between conscious and unconsciousness, and was not aware of the giant who was groping her with it's slimy tongue.

The gulper couldn't understand the small sounds the woman was making, or the incomprehensible words that were spilling out of her mouth. All it knew was that she tasted ambrosial, and that the more its tongue explored her smooth and curvaceous body, the more she began to stir and awaken. The presence of its tongue touching her seemed to release more of that delicious scent, making it hard to resist scarfing her down as it did with most of its prey. It kept some restraint, however, as a meal like this doesn't come along very often and the creature wanted to savor it. It wouldn't be surprised, though, if once it had her within its maw, it wouldn't slurp her down without mercy. Sometimes it liked to gnaw on its prey before letting it go down, toying with it. It certainly wouldn't be pleasant or gentle. The gulper could be rough with its prey.

Once the tongue was fully around her neck, it squeezed and tugged the woman. She let out a shrill cry and her body spun as the tongue dragged her across the dirt, leaving a trail behind her. Her lithe breasts bobbled as she struggled, her hands grappling the tongue, whether consciously or unbeknownst to her. While still wrapped around her neck, the tongue extended further, twisting in between her breasts and then underneath her right one, pushing it up. It then curled below her arching back and up around her waist. Finally it slid between her womanhood and hooked itself between the crack of her curvy ass, getting a firm hold of her entire body. It took steps backward, the woman in its grasp, as it lowered itself back into the muck and had every intention of bringing its meal with it.

SeiferHowling wrote:The gulper couldn't understand the small sounds the woman was making, or the incomprehensible words that were spilling out of her mouth. All it knew was that she tasted ambrosial, and that the more its tongue explored her smooth and curvaceous body, the more she began to stir and awaken. The presence of its tongue touching her seemed to release more of that delicious scent, making it hard to resist scarfing her down as it did with most of its prey. It kept some restraint, however, as a meal like this doesn't come along very often and the creature wanted to savor it. It wouldn't be surprised, though, if once it had her within its maw, it wouldn't slurp her down without mercy. Sometimes it liked to gnaw on its prey before letting it go down, toying with it. It certainly wouldn't be pleasant or gentle. The gulper could be rough with its prey.

Once the tongue was fully around her neck, it squeezed and tugged the woman. She let out a shrill cry and her body spun as the tongue dragged her across the dirt, leaving a trail behind her. Her lithe breasts bobbled as she struggled, her hands grappling the tongue, whether consciously or unbeknownst to her. While still wrapped around her neck, the tongue extended further, twisting in between her breasts and then underneath her right one, pushing it up. It then curled below her arching back and up around her waist. Finally it slid between her womanhood and hooked itself between the crack of her curvy ass, getting a firm hold of her entire body. It took steps backward, the woman in its grasp, as it lowered itself back into the muck and had every intention of bringing its meal with it.

She could feel the warm slime rushing down her neck, slide between her crevices and around the interior of her suit. She continued to moan, lost in her dreams till the warm slimy organ tightened around her neck. Gagging, Nova's large eyelids fluttered open, her eyes rolling back and her mouth hung agape as she gagged, her hands instinctively reaching upwards even while the tongue extended and slid around her bodice, pushing up her right breast while curling around her back and wedged between the meaty folds of her ass and slipped around her womanhood. Once her hands grasped the tongue around her neck, her eyes fluttered open, and her vision returned. "Wh-ahk!" she groaned, straining to breathe, red eyes widening as she noted both her compromising position and her body slipping into the water! Looking back, arching her head back to do so, she saw the large salamander like beast through the light of her downed hoverbike!

Letting out strained cries, her right hand reached down to her right thigh, grasping the sawn off two-barrel shotgun, and yanked it from it's holster. With her left hand gripping the tongue around her neck to keep herself from suffocating, she takes the shotgun like she always had, and with one hand, aimed it at the beast and pulled the double triggers, firing both blasts at once! The weapon roared, sending its payload of buckshot and its several large black pellets into the beast's face and upper chest. Hopefully it be enough to startle or injure it into letting go of her before it dragged her further into the murky water where she likely drown. She wiggled and writhed all the while, wondering if the the shot had any effect.

The gulper heard a devastating BANG that almost shattered it's ear drums, leaving nothing but a ringing sound. It also felt stinging shards pierce its hide and lodge themselves into its head. Its a good thing the gulper had little use for its eyes, otherwise the thing would've gone blind. Gulpers hunted mostly by sound, vibration, temperature changes, taste. It could "see", in every sense of the word, just not the way that humans could.

The pain made the gulper recoil back, letting out a roar that was something like a booming gurgle. Its tongue unraveled itself from around the delicious woman, and it heard her attempt to scramble to her feet as it splashed back into the water. Her grunts and groans, both from falling off the bike and from having the tongue around her neck, made it obvious where she was. She slipped on the soaked soil, having difficulty finding a steady footing, her breasts bobbing each time she stumbled. Her slick hands attempting to keep hold of her weapon, she made her way to her bike, most likely to try and fix it.

The angry gulper descended back underwater to rethink its strategy. She wouldn't run in the muck, she'd have no shot at getting away. The bike was her only chance.

SeiferHowling wrote:The gulper heard a devastating BANG that almost shattered it's ear drums, leaving nothing but a ringing sound. It also felt stinging shards pierce its hide and lodge themselves into its head. Its a good thing the gulper had little use for its eyes, otherwise the thing would've gone blind. Gulpers hunted mostly by sound, vibration, temperature changes, taste. It could "see", in every sense of the word, just not the way that humans could.

The pain made the gulper recoil back, letting out a roar that was something like a booming gurgle. Its tongue unraveled itself from around the delicious woman, and it heard her attempt to scramble to her feet as it splashed back into the water. Her grunts and groans, both from falling off the bike and from having the tongue around her neck, made it obvious where she was. She slipped on the soaked soil, having difficulty finding a steady footing, her breasts bobbing each time she stumbled. Her slick hands attempting to keep hold of her weapon, she made her way to her bike, most likely to try and fix it.

The angry gulper descended back underwater to rethink its strategy. She wouldn't run in the muck, she'd have no shot at getting away. The bike was her only chance.

Nova let out a gasp, taking in air as the beast finally recoiled it's tongue, and she regained proper control of her body. Scrambling to her feet, her breasts hanging and bobbing freely she made her way to the small patch of land again, dripping wet and slimy from the monster's tongue. Nova took the moment of reprieve to slide her 'puppies' back behind their leather confinement, finding their swaying unsupported forms both distracting and painful:



She blushed slightly at the sight of the slime trailing from her hand and her breasts, and shivered, shaking her head. "No time to be turned on by that, this was real, I almost died right there!" she thought, and slapped her head, shaking herself out of it. Looking about the thick fog, there was little to no sign of the beast, and her bike's rays from the head lights didn't help much. "Crap, where the fuck did it go?" she cursed, breaking down the barrel of her shotgun. Acrid smells erupted from the barrels, shooting up the empty cartridges, and she slipped two more tubes into the barrels before snapping it shut. She had a flare gun on the bike, and she could use it as either a weapon, a tool to see past the fog perhaps, and or a means to get the attention of the village a mile back. Either way, she needed to get to the bike if she wanted to survive this. Shivering from exposure in the cold air and water dripping down her beautiful celestial form, she made a quick dash for the bike, shotgun at the ready. She had some practice with monster hunting and demon slaying techniques. She honestly had not come across such a monster before, so she was unsure what its origins or weaknesses were. Still, buckshot seemed to at least keep it at bay, and she'd be ready for it next time as long as it didn't spew poison muck or something like that. She could still feel it's soggy, meaty tongue dragging across her toned pale flesh, glazing her tits with a fine covering of saliva and drool, and it was both horrifying and exciting that she had gone through the experience again, but with a wild animal rather than someone more 'civilized'. "I got to focus, get that bike moving..." she thought, getting to the bike and swinging one seductive thigh and slender leg across before leaning into the seat. She revved the engines, but the vehicle's jump jets seemed to be failing, perhaps too waterlogged with swamp muck to properly generate lift. "C'mon...C'mon....!" she exhaled, red flames spewing into swamp mud, boiling it beneath her bike. She kept the shotgun firmly in her right hand, pointed at the night sky as her left hand throttled the grip of the bike, but only managed to create whining noises in the mix of sounds from swamp frogs and crickets of the night.

From the darkness of the swamp beside her, she heard another splash of water amongst the noises that her bike was making. But before she had a moment to react to it, she felt something slap her in the side of the face. Once the stinging sensation from the force of the strike left her, she could feel that it was warm, gooey, and heavy. Some had spewn itself into her mouth, and she'd involuntarily swallowed some. Lifting her hand to her face, she touched to substance, and it was a gross translucent ooze. It rolled down her chin and slopped onto her breasts, almost enveloping her whole hand just from touching it. The woman let out horrific gasps, unsure of what this substance was, but she had already felt it start to do *something*, aside from roll down over and through her breasts, and sink into the line of her toned abs.

Next she felt an enormous tug upon her waist, and she was pulled off her bike in the same direction the goo had been spat at her. Her leather suit was snagged on the handle bar of her bike as she was pried from it, her breasts pouring out once more as she fell into the mucky water of the swamp.

Coughing and weezing, feeling that same sticky warmth of the tongue, she turned to her left and saw the wide open maw of the gulper, the tongue extending far into the back of its throat...and YANKED, ready to take her in!

SeiferHowling wrote:From the darkness of the swamp beside her, she heard another splash of water amongst the noises that her bike was making. But before she had a moment to react to it, she felt something slap her in the side of the face. Once the stinging sensation from the force of the strike left her, she could feel that it was warm, gooey, and heavy. Some had spewn itself into her mouth, and she'd involuntarily swallowed some. Lifting her hand to her face, she touched to substance, and it was a gross translucent ooze. It rolled down her chin and slopped onto her breasts, almost enveloping her whole hand just from touching it. The woman let out horrific gasps, unsure of what this substance was, but she had already felt it start to do *something*, aside from roll down over and through her breasts, and sink into the line of her toned abs.

Next she felt an enormous tug upon her waist, and she was pulled off her bike in the same direction the goo had been spat at her. Her leather suit was snagged on the handle bar of her bike as she was pried from it, her breasts pouring out once more as she fell into the mucky water of the swamp.

Coughing and weezing, feeling that same sticky warmth of the tongue, she turned to her left and saw the wide open maw of the gulper, the tongue extending far into the back of its throat...and YANKED, ready to take her in!

She choked on the substance, and felt a strange sensation as it rolled down her body, and down her throat at the same time. Her eyes became lidded and her body weaker and unable to flow with her commands as she let go of the shotgun and was unable to fix her suit as the breasts found their way out again. "Ahhh....haahh..." she exhaled, whining almost erotically as she was being dragged head first into a gaping, cavernous and sweaty maw...

"Why....can't.... I move....." she exhaled, weakly, making more erotic grunts as her pussy began to tingle and wet with excitement, a mild side effect of her fetish and the poison which now afflicted her body, and weakened her attempts. Her clouded eyes stared distantly into the back of the throat as her head slid across the beast's toothless lower jaw. Sounds of wet, dripping slime and gurgling throat were amplified, even her own voice as she felt the back of her shoulders slid up to the corners of the Gulper's mouth. "N-noo...." she gugrled, her long lashes fluttering, her naked breasts forced against her torso outside the beast's snout, as it clamped down on her. "Hy....aahhh....!" She gasped, but that strange, sexual side of her felt this completely erotic and enjoyable despite the fact this environment was not at all safe! She didn't have one of those sashes the belly dancers wore in Domescadia's Dragon Alley's Pub. If she enters the stomach in this state, it would be....final.

Nova wrote:

SeiferHowling wrote:From the darkness of the swamp beside her, she heard another splash of water amongst the noises that her bike was making. But before she had a moment to react to it, she felt something slap her in the side of the face. Once the stinging sensation from the force of the strike left her, she could feel that it was warm, gooey, and heavy. Some had spewn itself into her mouth, and she'd involuntarily swallowed some. Lifting her hand to her face, she touched to substance, and it was a gross translucent ooze. It rolled down her chin and slopped onto her breasts, almost enveloping her whole hand just from touching it. The woman let out horrific gasps, unsure of what this substance was, but she had already felt it start to do *something*, aside from roll down over and through her breasts, and sink into the line of her toned abs.

Next she felt an enormous tug upon her waist, and she was pulled off her bike in the same direction the goo had been spat at her. Her leather suit was snagged on the handle bar of her bike as she was pried from it, her breasts pouring out once more as she fell into the mucky water of the swamp.

Coughing and weezing, feeling that same sticky warmth of the tongue, she turned to her left and saw the wide open maw of the gulper, the tongue extending far into the back of its throat...and YANKED, ready to take her in!

She choked on the substance, and felt a strange sensation as it rolled down her body, and down her throat at the same time. Her eyes became lidded and her body weaker and unable to flow with her commands as she let go of the shotgun and was unable to fix her suit as the breasts found their way out again. "Ahhh....haahh..." she exhaled, whining almost erotically as she was being dragged head first into a gaping, cavernous and sweaty maw...

"Why....can't.... I move....." she exhaled, weakly, making more erotic grunts as her pussy began to tingle and wet with excitement, a mild side effect of her fetish and the poison which now afflicted her body, and weakened her attempts. Her clouded eyes stared distantly into the back of the throat as her head slid across the beast's toothless lower jaw. Sounds of wet, dripping slime and gurgling throat were amplified, even her own voice as she felt the back of her shoulders slid up to the corners of the Gulper's mouth. "N-noo...." she gugrled, her long lashes fluttering, her naked breasts forced against her torso outside the beast's snout, as it clamped down on her. "Hy....aahhh....!" She gasped, but that strange, sexual side of her felt this completely erotic and enjoyable despite the fact this environment was not at all safe! She didn't have one of those sashes the belly dancers wore in Domescadia's Dragon Alley's Pub. If she enters the stomach in this state, it would be....final.

The gulper groaned hungrily, a loud GLORP mixed with Nova's erotic cries echoed through the swamps as its maw clamped down upon her, just up to her abs. The creature was almost entirely stomach, hence it's name. Its slimy form could stretch and gobble down anything close to its size, and it was already quite larger than Nova. It wouldn't require terribly much to swallow her entirely, but having tasted her already and having smelled her scent, it was too good having her in its mouth. Its tongue uncoiled from around her neck and began to slather her and taste her instead. It rubbed up against her slick cheeks, slid across her neck and in between her bobbling breasts. Outside its maw, she struggled to the best of her ability. Her slime covered hands did their best to claw at the creature's snout, but it was so wet and goopy itself that her nails couldn't even make a scratch. And it had no eyes to speak of that she could gouge.

It felt Nova squeal and squirm, twisting her body back and forth in an attempt to pull herself out, yet found it only guided her deeper inside. The gulper's throat vibrated with her scream as her head began to fall down it...it wasn't pulling her yet, no...it was keeping its throat wide open to do what gave it its namesake. It was going to gulp her. She was already within the throat, it simply hadn't contracted to swallow her yet. She could feel the warm swaths of air wash over her, hear the immense gurgling of the stomach, her breasts flopping as she tried to prevent herself from falling further. The tops of the mounds, her nipples especially, slid across the roof of the throat as her shoulders easily slid passed the threshold, and she felt its snout clamp down on the small of her back. The tongue had made its way under her ass and around her pussy, hooking her. The gulper lifted its neck high and Nova, in as best shape as she could in her poisoned state, kicked her legs, flinging slime and muddy water about.

It held her up there, waiting, tasting her delicious body, until it was ready to truly gulp her down.

SeiferHowling wrote:

Nova wrote:

SeiferHowling wrote:From the darkness of the swamp beside her, she heard another splash of water amongst the noises that her bike was making. But before she had a moment to react to it, she felt something slap her in the side of the face. Once the stinging sensation from the force of the strike left her, she could feel that it was warm, gooey, and heavy. Some had spewn itself into her mouth, and she'd involuntarily swallowed some. Lifting her hand to her face, she touched to substance, and it was a gross translucent ooze. It rolled down her chin and slopped onto her breasts, almost enveloping her whole hand just from touching it. The woman let out horrific gasps, unsure of what this substance was, but she had already felt it start to do *something*, aside from roll down over and through her breasts, and sink into the line of her toned abs.

Next she felt an enormous tug upon her waist, and she was pulled off her bike in the same direction the goo had been spat at her. Her leather suit was snagged on the handle bar of her bike as she was pried from it, her breasts pouring out once more as she fell into the mucky water of the swamp.

Coughing and weezing, feeling that same sticky warmth of the tongue, she turned to her left and saw the wide open maw of the gulper, the tongue extending far into the back of its throat...and YANKED, ready to take her in!

She choked on the substance, and felt a strange sensation as it rolled down her body, and down her throat at the same time. Her eyes became lidded and her body weaker and unable to flow with her commands as she let go of the shotgun and was unable to fix her suit as the breasts found their way out again. "Ahhh....haahh..." she exhaled, whining almost erotically as she was being dragged head first into a gaping, cavernous and sweaty maw...

"Why....can't.... I move....." she exhaled, weakly, making more erotic grunts as her pussy began to tingle and wet with excitement, a mild side effect of her fetish and the poison which now afflicted her body, and weakened her attempts. Her clouded eyes stared distantly into the back of the throat as her head slid across the beast's toothless lower jaw. Sounds of wet, dripping slime and gurgling throat were amplified, even her own voice as she felt the back of her shoulders slid up to the corners of the Gulper's mouth. "N-noo...." she gugrled, her long lashes fluttering, her naked breasts forced against her torso outside the beast's snout, as it clamped down on her. "Hy....aahhh....!" She gasped, but that strange, sexual side of her felt this completely erotic and enjoyable despite the fact this environment was not at all safe! She didn't have one of those sashes the belly dancers wore in Domescadia's Dragon Alley's Pub. If she enters the stomach in this state, it would be....final.

The gulper groaned hungrily, a loud GLORP mixed with Nova's erotic cries echoed through the swamps as its maw clamped down upon her, just up to her abs. The creature was almost entirely stomach, hence it's name. Its slimy form could stretch and gobble down anything close to its size, and it was already quite larger than Nova. It wouldn't require terribly much to swallow her entirely, but having tasted her already and having smelled her scent, it was too good having her in its mouth. Its tongue uncoiled from around her neck and began to slather her and taste her instead. It rubbed up against her slick cheeks, slid across her neck and in between her bobbling breasts. Outside its maw, she struggled to the best of her ability. Her slime covered hands did their best to claw at the creature's snout, but it was so wet and goopy itself that her nails couldn't even make a scratch. And it had no eyes to speak of that she could gouge.

It felt Nova squeal and squirm, twisting her body back and forth in an attempt to pull herself out, yet found it only guided her deeper inside. The gulper's throat vibrated with her scream as her head began to fall down it...it wasn't pulling her yet, no...it was keeping its throat wide open to do what gave it its namesake. It was going to gulp her. She was already within the throat, it simply hadn't contracted to swallow her yet. She could feel the warm swaths of air wash over her, hear the immense gurgling of the stomach, her breasts flopping as she tried to prevent herself from falling further. The tops of the mounds, her nipples especially, slid across the roof of the throat as her shoulders easily slid passed the threshold, and she felt its snout clamp down on the small of her back. The tongue had made its way under her ass and around her pussy, hooking her. The gulper lifted its neck high and Nova, in as best shape as she could in her poisoned state, kicked her legs, flinging slime and muddy water about.

It held her up there, waiting, tasting her delicious body, until it was ready to truly gulp her down.

Nova's legs buckled at the knees, her heeled boots tapping at the undersides of her thighs as she was held in the strange manner, her hands slipping, one folding into the maw due to the creature's eyes either being non-existent or too high to reach. Saliva choked her beautiful face, her flopping tits and toned torso. Her leather clad ass gleamed in the low light of her hover bike's head lights, her squirms and squeals caused her muscles to flex and ripple as she struggled. Despite her peril, her one hand couldn't help grope at her sensitive pussy between her legs, her slender fingers rubbing at the crease, teasing the flower's folds which lay under the skin tight body suit. "Haha...ahhhhh!" she cried, blushing, crying a mix of emotions she couldn't understand! Her other hand slipped into the maw as well, trying to push up on the roof of the mouth, her back arching into the wide throat, her eyes closed tightly, her pony tail dripping against the back of his throat! "PLEASE!" She exclaimed, her blurred weakened vision barely able to see between thick eyelashes, trying to pry the jaws open. "Don't... let me die... someone...HELP me!"

"PLEASE!" She exclaimed, her blurred weakened vision barely able to see between thick eyelashes, trying to pry the jaws open. "Don't... let me die... someone...HELP me!"

Nobody was coming. There wasn't anyone for miles in the marsh. Nova was left alone in her exhaustion, her body slowly being consumed whole by this creature. She couldn't bear to think how much more she had to endure. Would she die the moment she was swallowed? Would it be fast and painless? Would she suffocate? Or would she be awake when she was digested? Those questions reeled through her mind as her back slid further down the throat, her ass slipping inside the Gulper's jaws and resting on its tongue. The beast got a squeal out of Nova as it tossed its head back slightly, the momentum causing her to slip deeper with an audible *ULP*that echoed throughout the marsh.

Her heart fluttered, her whole body trembling as the majority of her was in the throat. Despite the warmth, her blood chilled. She could hear the churning from deep in the stomach, and it made her scream bloody murder. Only her knees remained outside the Gulper's jaws, and her wiggling form was embossed in its stretchy neck. The Gulper could hear...and feel...her plead over and over, one final time, before it snapped forward and took her calves and kicking feet into its jaws.

*ULP*

Nova's body was squeezed down the the Gulper's throat, shrieking the entire way, and then forced through the sphincter to the stomach that hungrily awaited her. She arrived with a splash in the putrid bile. Outside, the Gulper's stomach could be seen swaying with the newfound, struggling weight.

SeiferHowling wrote:

"PLEASE!" She exclaimed, her blurred weakened vision barely able to see between thick eyelashes, trying to pry the jaws open. "Don't... let me die... someone...HELP me!"

Nobody was coming. There wasn't anyone for miles in the marsh. Nova was left alone in her exhaustion, her body slowly being consumed whole by this creature. She couldn't bear to think how much more she had to endure. Would she die the moment she was swallowed? Would it be fast and painless? Would she suffocate? Or would she be awake when she was digested? Those questions reeled through her mind as her back slid further down the throat, her ass slipping inside the Gulper's jaws and resting on its tongue. The beast got a squeal out of Nova as it tossed its head back slightly, the momentum causing her to slip deeper with an audible *ULP*that echoed throughout the marsh.

Her heart fluttered, her whole body trembling as the majority of her was in the throat. Despite the warmth, her blood chilled. She could hear the churning from deep in the stomach, and it made her scream bloody murder. Only her knees remained outside the Gulper's jaws, and her wiggling form was embossed in its stretchy neck. The Gulper could hear...and feel...her plead over and over, one final time, before it snapped forward and took her calves and kicking feet into its jaws.

*ULP*

Nova's body was squeezed down the the Gulper's throat, shrieking the entire way, and then forced through the sphincter to the stomach that hungrily awaited her. She arrived with a splash in the putrid bile. Outside, the Gulper's stomach could be seen swaying with the newfound, struggling weight.

Nova could feel her body slip even deeper, her ass covered in the goopy saliva which splashed over her knees! "Oh GODS! Please, please no!" she cried, her ankles and knees bobbing and kicking outside, her muffled gasps were barely heard. ((OOC: If you played RE2/RECodeVeronica, think of Claire Redfield when she gets injured or receives damage)). She kicked her knees, even as the beast gulped, her ankles slipping inside! "No-no-no-no-no!" she cried weakly, as the jaws closed over, sealing her fate with a wet, and deafening ULP!

Her body quickly filled the distending throat, her wide pink eyes rattling as she screeched like a banshee, before the throat tightened, her sexy form embossing the flesh from an outside view where her well rounded butt, her sexy back and shoulders and thighs began to descend... She went from a screech to an orgasmic moan, her eyes closing, blushing deeply as the darkness consumed her sliding down the fleshy tunnel. Her head was forced into a tight chamber, which quickly followed with her shoulders, arms and breasts. Her ponytail dipped into the acidic bath ahead of her first, before her body slipped into the chamber like butter squeezing through the cracks of one's fingers. She dipped and curled, her flexible yet curvaceous body folded in a way where her head splashed into the acid first, before resurfacing and her breasts sliding across the belly wall, her legs folding behind her as she was forced in a way that her back arched, her boot's heels falling from the ceiling and with her bent knees the way they were, the heels were tapping the large mounds of her butt's cheeks.

Outside, the Gulper's belly sagged, her breasts and face and toned stomach embossing the belly in front of him; her nipples giving the impression he had green belly nipples himself. She was weakened by the poison and forced into this uncomfortable folding position. "Ughh....gah..." she moaned, wincing as her hands moved about weakly, trying to position herself within the belly, causing it to bob outside, her muffled moans still prevelent if not dulled by the near translucent flesh!

Nova wrote:

SeiferHowling wrote:

"PLEASE!" She exclaimed, her blurred weakened vision barely able to see between thick eyelashes, trying to pry the jaws open. "Don't... let me die... someone...HELP me!"

Nobody was coming. There wasn't anyone for miles in the marsh. Nova was left alone in her exhaustion, her body slowly being consumed whole by this creature. She couldn't bear to think how much more she had to endure. Would she die the moment she was swallowed? Would it be fast and painless? Would she suffocate? Or would she be awake when she was digested? Those questions reeled through her mind as her back slid further down the throat, her ass slipping inside the Gulper's jaws and resting on its tongue. The beast got a squeal out of Nova as it tossed its head back slightly, the momentum causing her to slip deeper with an audible *ULP*that echoed throughout the marsh.

Her heart fluttered, her whole body trembling as the majority of her was in the throat. Despite the warmth, her blood chilled. She could hear the churning from deep in the stomach, and it made her scream bloody murder. Only her knees remained outside the Gulper's jaws, and her wiggling form was embossed in its stretchy neck. The Gulper could hear...and feel...her plead over and over, one final time, before it snapped forward and took her calves and kicking feet into its jaws.

*ULP*

Nova's body was squeezed down the the Gulper's throat, shrieking the entire way, and then forced through the sphincter to the stomach that hungrily awaited her. She arrived with a splash in the putrid bile. Outside, the Gulper's stomach could be seen swaying with the newfound, struggling weight.

Nova could feel her body slip even deeper, her ass covered in the goopy saliva which splashed over her knees! "Oh GODS! Please, please no!" she cried, her ankles and knees bobbing and kicking outside, her muffled gasps were barely heard. ((OOC: If you played RE2/RECodeVeronica, think of Claire Redfield when she gets injured or receives damage)). She kicked her knees, even as the beast gulped, her ankles slipping inside! "No-no-no-no-no!" she cried weakly, as the jaws closed over, sealing her fate with a wet, and deafening ULP!

Her body quickly filled the distending throat, her wide pink eyes rattling as she screeched like a banshee, before the throat tightened, her sexy form embossing the flesh from an outside view where her well rounded butt, her sexy back and shoulders and thighs began to descend... She went from a screech to an orgasmic moan, her eyes closing, blushing deeply as the darkness consumed her sliding down the fleshy tunnel. Her head was forced into a tight chamber, which quickly followed with her shoulders, arms and breasts. Her ponytail dipped into the acidic bath ahead of her first, before her body slipped into the chamber like butter squeezing through the cracks of one's fingers. She dipped and curled, her flexible yet curvaceous body folded in a way where her head splashed into the acid first, before resurfacing and her breasts sliding across the belly wall, her legs folding behind her as she was forced in a way that her back arched, her boot's heels falling from the ceiling and with her bent knees the way they were, the heels were tapping the large mounds of her butt's cheeks.

Outside, the Gulper's belly sagged, her breasts and face and toned stomach embossing the belly in front of him; her nipples giving the impression he had green belly nipples himself. She was weakened by the poison and forced into this uncomfortable folding position. "Ughh....gah..." she moaned, wincing as her hands moved about weakly, trying to position herself within the belly, causing it to bob outside, her muffled moans still prevelent if not dulled by the near translucent flesh!

With its meal now fully consumed, the Gulper needed to move quickly if it wanted to enjoy Nova in her entirety. You see, Gulpers had a relatively quick digestive system. Their bile was slightly less intense than sulfuric acid. It wouldn't eat away at their victims in mere moments...more like minutes. The poison that they use to capture their prey has the unfortunate side effect of keeping them alive once they're in the stomach, so they experience their own digestion. And with their stomach walls being so thin, the struggling and the cries of their prey have the potential to attract the attention of other nearby Gulpers. It wasn't uncommon for a Gulper to kill another that had just snagged its dinner, just to rip open its stomach and steal its contents.

This Gulper wasn't about to let that happen.

While Nova sloshed around in its belly, trying to find her footing, moaning about and praying she finds a way out of this, the Gulper was already on its way to a place where nobody would ever find her. Not even her eventual remains. Nova stopped crying as she felt the stomach left a little bit, as if there was less gravity all of a sudden. And then the sounds from outside the Gulper became even more muted. And dark. It dawned on her and terrified her to her core. The Gulper had sunk beneath the water.

And when she heard distorted scraping noises, she knew she was going even deeper. The Gulper was burying itself in the mud, where no one could hear her, no one could help her. As it did so, she noticed the acid level in the stomach had begun to rise, and her skin tight suit had begun to fall off. Her body trembled in sheer panic as she watched herself slowly become fully nude, and the pieces of her suit sizzle away. The acid bubbled against her exposed nether-regions, seeping into where her clit was. Even though it was actually eating away at it, her fetish took over. She didn't want it too. She fought against it in her own brain as her nipples, her labia, her whole body tingled as it disintegrated at a microscopic level. Nova could hear it like pop rocks on a tongue, the sounds of her own death. Frantic, terrified, she howled at being turned on at a time like this. A time when her skin began to turn red and slowly peel off...the muscle sloshing into the bile and floating away from her.

She screamed and cried, unable to believe that she was still awake despite the pain and injury. She scrambled to claw up the sides of the stomach, or out of the sphincters, only to have the walls push back against her and the acid rise. It became like a rough wave pool, washing all over her. Soon, her bones became exposed, and she felt her stomach open up...

...she watched her internal organs pour out of herself. With a gulp of her own, she could finally start to feel her world going dim. But it wasn't completely over...not until she was all gone.

"Ah! Dammit! Why... why like this?!" she cried out, as if drugged because of the poison. Her muscles seemed too relaxed, and she couldn't help but continue to touch herself as the acids rose and splashed around her, wincing as her body crunched in the strange freak show manner. Her body crunched in this way made it hard for her to move, and soon the already dank and dark chamber got pitch black. She could feel sand and mud rush past the translucent flesh, against her sensitive breasts, and could tell he was diving. "I'm going to die... ah... in the dark....eh.... in twisted bliss...and pain?" she asked, moaning between rubbing her flower, pink in the face with her eyes heavily lidded, lashes batting. In a few minutes she could feel her flesh, her leathers stripped away, and felt the fizzle and pop of her skin breaking down around her. "Oh...Gods..." she gasped, feeling herself cum. "I'm..cumming!" she whined, despite her flesh beginning to slosh off, the burning sensation could be felt everywhere as she rolled in the belly, her breasts dragging up the stomach wall, along with her toned tummy which was burning red in splotches. She was on her knees, her back against the other wall now, but her breasts were large enough to fill the gap between both walls. "HAH!" she cried, both arms forced her breasts together, squishing their slick, silky forms together as she assaulted her pussy. "I'm... I'm..." She moaned, feeling her thighs become skeletal, losing feeling entirely, as well as her hands. She looked down, between her slimy breasts as her stomach ruptured open, blood crawling down her lips. "I'm...dead...?" it was true, the slimy bile made her live through death, to watch her digest where others would have already perished, to experience more than others in similar fates. She gurgled blood, as her vision grew blurry, her face beginning to slosh away as well. "No! No....why....such...pleasu...re..." she gurgled, her right cheek melting away, that side of her face in a twisted upturned smile, her right eye becoming glossy as the connection was severed, giving her only partial vision as the acids ate her flesh away, the pool rising and melting her away! her body becoming mostly skeleton beneath the acid waves, bits of her gear floating along the surface which didn't get digested... her head angled up as her jaw yawned open into a orgasmic, death moan!

The Gulper's stomach glorped and gurgled as it rested quietly beneath the thick mud. The sounds of Nova's orgasmic struggles echoed through its slimy flesh, but it didn't bother the Gulper. This was usual of its prey. The feeling of its filled stomach, acids sloshing around and breaking down its meal into nutrients, it was relaxing and calm. It began to doze off into a blissful sleep, while Nova melted away into a both painful and blissful death.

Twelve or so hours would go by, from the time Nova entered the stomach until the Gulper had absorbed all the nutrients her body had to offer. Within that time, all the waste materials would be compacted into a gross mush that was useless to the Gulper, but very healthy for the marsh. The gulper released her remains directly into the mud itself, where it acted as fertilizer for plants and bacteria to grow. Eventually her bleached bones and acid-eaten gear would float to the surface...a fair warning for anyone traveling the marshes that they, too, could share such a fate.

Unfortunately, they'd never know the bones or gear belonged to Nova, as the Gulper had taken any semblance of her identity from her.

SeiferHowling wrote:The Gulper's stomach glorped and gurgled as it rested quietly beneath the thick mud. The sounds of Nova's orgasmic struggles echoed through its slimy flesh, but it didn't bother the Gulper. This was usual of its prey. The feeling of its filled stomach, acids sloshing around and breaking down its meal into nutrients, it was relaxing and calm. It began to doze off into a blissful sleep, while Nova melted away into a both painful and blissful death.

Twelve or so hours would go by, from the time Nova entered the stomach until the Gulper had absorbed all the nutrients her body had to offer. Within that time, all the waste materials would be compacted into a gross mush that was useless to the Gulper, but very healthy for the marsh. The gulper released her remains directly into the mud itself, where it acted as fertilizer for plants and bacteria to grow. Eventually her bleached bones and acid-eaten gear would float to the surface...a fair warning for anyone traveling the marshes that they, too, could share such a fate.

Unfortunately, they'd never know the bones or gear belonged to Nova, as the Gulper had taken any semblance of her identity from her.

Her bones flushing from his bowels were a pleasant release for the animal, as she was no longer compacted in his guts. Her rib cage took some time to plop out as well as her hip bones, but the sphincter managed to crush them, and push them out with ease, as the spine and skull plopped into the mud with hair and clothing fibres clinging to the bones.

Her bleached bones, particularly her skull which still had strands of her pinkish red hair glued to its cap floated above the marsh; the jaws into a twisted look of both raw pleasure, and misery. Every now and then... they empty eye sockets would glow red, the color of Nova's eyes before she was digested alive: and one could hear a ghastly, moaning whimper: "Please...Help..." before the light would fade, and vanish; the marshes vines and grassy growth entangling her skull and other bones.