Hara Village

BastionCon wrote:
It was nice to be able to relax for a moment though as he tied his katana to his side and leaned back in the hardwood chair, feet stretched out in front of him while his blue eyes following Erza's wide hips and bouncing chest. She certainly knew how to please the crowd and he wasn't about to say no to free drinks from such a lovely figure.

Erza wrote:

BastionCon wrote:
It was nice to be able to relax for a moment though as he tied his katana to his side and leaned back in the hardwood chair, feet stretched out in front of him while his blue eyes following Erza's wide hips and bouncing chest. She certainly knew how to please the crowd and he wasn't about to say no to free drinks from such a lovely figure.

Even while covered in slime, filth, and saliva; Erza Titania had an unearthly beauty and grace. Still prone to mistakes, she was human after all, she was a half Scardian woman who had been born in Beijio and thus had lost out to being blessed by her father's homeland diety, the popular Scar'd- the man who had become a War God over a millennia ago or so; no one really knew. However, thanks to her Beijionese mother, she was granted a gift as a young child. A pair of earrings which in truth were tied to something called 'true bikini mail'- very rare armor that doubled as weapons and crafted from a mysterious master blacksmith believed to be a 'true dwarf'. There were plenty of pretenders, and some with legit properties, but according to her mother, hers was one of 7 or so unique mails developed around the time of Nagahime Busujima... so just before Sca'rd became the High King of what was now known as Scardia. She wasn't sure why she was giving herself this mental history lesson, save that she felt miserable that her overconfidence got her nearly eaten. Oddly enough, this was the first time she almost was gobbled up for real. She was usually good on keeping herself balanced on top of the food pyramid, but something just threw her off today. She couldn't put a finger on it, and it bothered her.



...like really bothered her!

However, that scowl changed as she sashays her way back to the man in blue's table, setting out a glass of something special before sitting in the seat opposite of him and his two lovely companions. "Ah, so you didn't come alone. Mind if I join you?" She asked, smiling as she slid him a glass and set a bottle of the strongest alcohol that could be legally purchased in Beijio- Lamia Bloodwine. In spite of its name, it had more potency than whiskey or vodka. She needed a glass, and a break after nearly becoming lunch.

BastionCon wrote:

Erza wrote:

BastionCon wrote:
It was nice to be able to relax for a moment though as he tied his katana to his side and leaned back in the hardwood chair, feet stretched out in front of him while his blue eyes following Erza's wide hips and bouncing chest. She certainly knew how to please the crowd and he wasn't about to say no to free drinks from such a lovely figure.

Even while covered in slime, filth, and saliva; Erza Titania had an unearthly beauty and grace. Still prone to mistakes, she was human after all, she was a half Scardian woman who had been born in Beijio and thus had lost out to being blessed by her father's homeland diety, the popular Scar'd- the man who had become a War God over a millennia ago or so; no one really knew. However, thanks to her Beijionese mother, she was granted a gift as a young child. A pair of earrings which in truth were tied to something called 'true bikini mail'- very rare armor that doubled as weapons and crafted from a mysterious master blacksmith believed to be a 'true dwarf'. There were plenty of pretenders, and some with legit properties, but according to her mother, hers was one of 7 or so unique mails developed around the time of Nagahime Busujima... so just before Sca'rd became the High King of what was now known as Scardia. She wasn't sure why she was giving herself this mental history lesson, save that she felt miserable that her overconfidence got her nearly eaten. Oddly enough, this was the first time she almost was gobbled up for real. She was usually good on keeping herself balanced on top of the food pyramid, but something just threw her off today. She couldn't put a finger on it, and it bothered her.



...like really bothered her!

However, that scowl changed as she sashays her way back to the man in blue's table, setting out a glass of something special before sitting in the seat opposite of him and his two lovely companions. "Ah, so you didn't come alone. Mind if I join you?" She asked, smiling as she slid him a glass and set a bottle of the strongest alcohol that could be legally purchased in Beijio- Lamia Bloodwine. In spite of its name, it had more potency than whiskey or vodka. She needed a glass, and a break after nearly becoming lunch.

"Not at all, I can't turn down the company of such a lovely woman as yourself. I must apologize for the state of my companions, we had a close call with a fearsome beast in the woods just outside of the village. It made a meal out of them and I was barely able to rescue them. I'm sorry the same nearly happened to you. There seems to be something of an ominous wind blowing through Hara Village." Veran made conversation as he took a shot glass of the Lamia Bloodwine and down a drink for himself.

He immediately felt the sting as it sloshed down his throat, surprised he was able to feel the potent alcohol despite his demonic constitution. "Now that's something to be cautious of." He remarked while eyeing the glass and debating whether to have another shot. Veran's stoic demeanor might have seemed off putting, but he was actually enjoying himself on this journey he'd set out on with his protege. He even cracked a small smile at Erza as she poured a drink for herself.

Erza wrote:

BastionCon wrote:

Erza wrote:

BastionCon wrote:
It was nice to be able to relax for a moment though as he tied his katana to his side and leaned back in the hardwood chair, feet stretched out in front of him while his blue eyes following Erza's wide hips and bouncing chest. She certainly knew how to please the crowd and he wasn't about to say no to free drinks from such a lovely figure.

Even while covered in slime, filth, and saliva; Erza Titania had an unearthly beauty and grace. Still prone to mistakes, she was human after all, she was a half Scardian woman who had been born in Beijio and thus had lost out to being blessed by her father's homeland diety, the popular Scar'd- the man who had become a War God over a millennia ago or so; no one really knew. However, thanks to her Beijionese mother, she was granted a gift as a young child. A pair of earrings which in truth were tied to something called 'true bikini mail'- very rare armor that doubled as weapons and crafted from a mysterious master blacksmith believed to be a 'true dwarf'. There were plenty of pretenders, and some with legit properties, but according to her mother, hers was one of 7 or so unique mails developed around the time of Nagahime Busujima... so just before Sca'rd became the High King of what was now known as Scardia. She wasn't sure why she was giving herself this mental history lesson, save that she felt miserable that her overconfidence got her nearly eaten. Oddly enough, this was the first time she almost was gobbled up for real. She was usually good on keeping herself balanced on top of the food pyramid, but something just threw her off today. She couldn't put a finger on it, and it bothered her.



...like really bothered her!

However, that scowl changed as she sashays her way back to the man in blue's table, setting out a glass of something special before sitting in the seat opposite of him and his two lovely companions. "Ah, so you didn't come alone. Mind if I join you?" She asked, smiling as she slid him a glass and set a bottle of the strongest alcohol that could be legally purchased in Beijio- Lamia Bloodwine. In spite of its name, it had more potency than whiskey or vodka. She needed a glass, and a break after nearly becoming lunch.

"Not at all, I can't turn down the company of such a lovely woman as yourself. I must apologize for the state of my companions, we had a close call with a fearsome beast in the woods just outside of the village. It made a meal out of them and I was barely able to rescue them. I'm sorry the same nearly happened to you. There seems to be something of an ominous wind blowing through Hara Village." Veran made conversation as he took a shot glass of the Lamia Bloodwine and down a drink for himself.

He immediately felt the sting as it sloshed down his throat, surprised he was able to feel the potent alcohol despite his demonic constitution. "Now that's something to be cautious of." He remarked while eyeing the glass and debating whether to have another shot. Veran's stoic demeanor might have seemed off putting, but he was actually enjoying himself on this journey he'd set out on with his protege. He even cracked a small smile at Erza as she poured a drink for herself.

She smiled back and felt more welcome now she had his permission. "You don't say...?" She remarked about his slumbering companions. Such a slumber must have meant the threat had been quite serious. In which case, it was no question why she felt off and she herself almost fell victim to devouring. "It's almost like the Bloodmoon legend." she sighed, stretching in her seat and adjusted her damp hair as she made small conversation with her savior.



Her well endowed frame bounced gently as she leaned back and twisted her torso, getting the tight spots to unwind before she set her arms back down and grabbed her glass and took a long, generous sip. "Hahh..." she sighed. "Oh, forgive me, I am Erza Titania, Erza is fine though." She smiled. "You may have heard me say it earlier, but I figured a proper introduction would be more polite." She giggled.

Erza wrote:"We are well met, Veran~" She purred, tipping her glass as he took another shot. Erza admittedly didn't mind the wandering eyes, she was often used to them; but even so she especially didn't mind the mysterious, brooding devilishly handsome man sitting before her doing it either. "Hmmhmmm~" She hummed flirtatiously as she 'stretched' again, but... with a little more flair to it:



Arms above her head, she gently swayed a little side to side, her large brown eyes through her curtain of scarlet looking on at his cool blue gaze as she smiled confidently at him. She could tell he was still on edge, in spite of the company he was keeping; like a sentinel his blue eyes danced from hers and her lovely body, to the corners of the room, the windows, the exits and entrance points. She could tell he was adapt to this as he flirtatiously asked his question of her.

She giggled, leaning forwards a little. "Well, I'm a traveling waitress, bar wench, call it whatever. I was hired... a good month or two ago? Last job was some dive in the Capital. Got bored of it, so moved to this one. I change locales every now and then. Before this, I was your typical adventurer, mercenary, what have you." She answered, leaning back in her seat. "Come to mention it... we DO have an isolated hot spring just a little east of the forest and mangrove. I'd stay clear of the mangrove, evil spirits lurk there as well as Yokai... but the springs are generally safe and very... relaxing~" She moaned, and dabbed her chest where the slime was still sticky. "...I may need to visit them soon truth be told." she added, her lidded brown eyes glancing up in a playful manner. She smiled, and leaned forwards as he leaned towards her to pour her another shot, and leaned whilst pulling down her blouse a little!



"I could show you if you're curious~" Erza propositioned. Her eyes slowly drifted from his down his neck and to his impressive musculature, and could suddenly picture many... many things that could be had in a hot steam bath~

Her gaze glanced up to his eyes again as she smirked, resting her breasts upon the table- her shot glass practically wedged between her cleavage.

Sarah Fortuna wrote:


Hara fishing village looked part Beijionese hovel, part Scardian Hovel, with the more 'secured' structures utilized by the foreign merchants on the coast of the Scardian Ocean. A large ship was currently docked. It wasn't modern, more old school sailing vessel common in these waters, but still got the job done. It was moored to the planking of the nearby deck with the 'Inn' and 'Bar' visible for those who just arrived. They looked more than modest, down right downtrodden if you were used to the big cities like Danton, Beijio, Cretu. But for those who've been at sea, who've yearned for 'Terra Firma' for months, they would have appeared like palaces...! Unless, you're from Fenira. Everyone from Fenira is a posh git who'd look a gift horse in the mouth and say it has harsh breath and not enough gold fillin's. Feckin' stuck up bastards the lot of'em, wiv there fancy magic and-

Sylica D'Lyren wrote:(from here)



It had been a long time since she escaped the slavers, wanting to pull her back to that 'fun house' in the desert. And though she was protected by the fae, thanks to her connections established by her father's blood, she knew even their power would not match the might of the Black Iron Shackles nor its master. She looked down at the things, clasped around her neck, her ankles, her wrists. Her sword in its scabbard was mounted on her hip loosely with a brown leather belt; reuniting with her sword after it had been whisked away by the slavers who had come after the half drow half snow elven maiden.

Now... she was here. She was making her way back to the place she hated the most, but was going to stop by the village and pick up some supplies and food, maybe get a nights rest whilst she could. It was at least a half a day's journey to The Virgin Sands- The Sacrificial Pits!

As she entered, she was given odd looks, given her...



...Lack of attire. Some from these parts probably knew what she was, and felt pity or even disgust. They'd never truly know though, how bad it really was. How she had to put up with that fat slug and his gross ass 'wife'. She had visited this village only once before, so was lost. She began turning to random people on the streets and planks, looking for assistance. "Excuse me?" She began in her low, yet sweet tone. "Excuse me?" Syl continued.

Sylica D'Lyren wrote:Sylica gasped, and tried to thrust the man away from her bosom as soon as they had bumped into one another! She could still feel him squirming between her pleasure pillows for a couple of moments before his firm hands gripped the sides of her huge tits! "W-what?! U-Unhand me...!!" She gasped, before she, or he, managed to pull or push the human away from the Elven chest! She huffed and puffed, her 5'9 frame flexing over the fallen man, her arms across her soft chest, her large purple eyes upon him with a look of disdain. A part of her still regarded humans as filth, still far better than House Dimitrescu or her shit brother! Humans are lurid, inelegant creatures who hump anything they can get their hands on! I've seen my fair share of these creatures since my time under 'Master Jay and Miss...tress...' ugh, I hate even thinking of those slugs! She thought, before the man sat up and smiled at her. Of course it smile... he just half-motorboated me in public as well as got a feel for free! She thought, still in distress... when he then apologized. He was ugly, though her prejudice of humans made her think all of the round eared hairless monkeys were ugly, she did raise a silvery brow. "Y-yeah, well you should be!" She protested, when he then asked if she was hurt. "Me? By you? Preposterous." She harrumphed, turning her head away.

Sylica D'Lyren wrote:
"W-why you-!" She began, before her rational self told her to calm down, and thus she changed her subject: "-why do you insist on calling me 'Shiela', its Sylica D'Lyren of House D'Lyren and don't you forget it!" She spat back.

Jac Caligo wrote:

Sylica D'Lyren wrote:
"W-why you-!" She began, before her rational self told her to calm down, and thus she changed her subject: "-why do you insist on calling me 'Shiela', its Sylica D'Lyren of House D'Lyren and don't you forget it!" She spat back.

Narration: ...I think it was around then, she was perhaps fond o'me! I was like, "Aw, she's given' me 'er full name! I didn't realize I'd left such an impression- aside of the one of me face betwixt them boobies o'hers!  So I stuck around, at least a tad longer!

Huh, she gave me her full name! Maybe she's just a little flustered from me face hittin' her tits? Eh, I would too... He thought, as he smiled, slightly flustered. "Ah, well, I shall remember it always then, Miss Sylica. Please, forgive, yer name not be Shiela, but tis my dialect. Ya see, I'm from the Cryin Island area, south of Scardia? Lots of people from that area speak similarly, if they 'aven't grown out of it. Mine likes to mix though, it gets a little Leprechaun now an' then thanks to me mother, but eh... sadly, I wasn't born part Fae an whatnot. Doctor's aven't a clue why. Its why I thought my Scardian powers never developed, but turns out me ma wasn't in Scardia when she had me, but on a ship 'eaded back to Scardia, sadly enough." He explained his origin story... more or less, before blinking. "Oh, right, be needin' them directions then, luv? I can point ya in the right direction to the Inn, and across the way is the pub, but... I wouldn't go there if I was you- lots of weird people hangin' about there as of late, thats what I noticed!" He chuckled. "Or do you need to know where the marketplace is...?" He asked, rubbing his chin as he looked at her pretty amythest eyes.

Jac Caligo wrote:Narration: When she told me she wasn't gonna stay in town, I felt a little worried and suggested against such...

Jac looked worried when he heard her say she wasn't planning on staying. "I wouldn't suggest that, leavin' the town. It's almost dark out, and there's also been random monster activity around the town- the very reason I'm here in the first place! Not to mention I can smell a dragon in the air, and those hoarders will eat just about anything or anyone when they're feelin' ornery, Miss Sylica!" he replied. He then pointed over to the place he came, just as the evening rush hour began; consisting of random villagers and travelers beginning to spill out into the dirt path street they were standing on.

Narration: Still... couldn't be the one in command of her reigns. 'A person's gotta choose how they play their own cards and all that', as Old Tofe told me once. I could only suggest her play, but ultimately, she's the one in control of 'er own deck so to speak...

"If yer for the market, and still plan to leave town, I'd hurry Miss Sylica." he continued, and pointed towards the direction he had come in. "They're closin' early on account of all the activity. So you may as well book yerself a room while ya can! If you can't get supplies, I really wouldn't want to be blindly roaming the Hara Woodlands- you might literally come across the swamp. Going out at night is crazy, but going out at night without supplies is just plain suicide, Miss Sylica." he adamantly protested his point.

Sylica D'Lyren wrote:

Jac Caligo wrote:Narration: When she told me she wasn't gonna stay in town, I felt a little worried and suggested against such...

Jac looked worried when he heard her say she wasn't planning on staying. "I wouldn't suggest that, leavin' the town. It's almost dark out, and there's also been random monster activity around the town- the very reason I'm here in the first place! Not to mention I can smell a dragon in the air, and those hoarders will eat just about anything or anyone when they're feelin' ornery, Miss Sylica!" he replied. He then pointed over to the place he came, just as the evening rush hour began; consisting of random villagers and travelers beginning to spill out into the dirt path street they were standing on.

Narration: Still... couldn't be the one in command of her reigns. 'A person's gotta choose how they play their own cards and all that', as Old Tofe told me once. I could only suggest her play, but ultimately, she's the one in control of 'er own deck so to speak...

"If yer for the market, and still plan to leave town, I'd hurry Miss Sylica." he continued, and pointed towards the direction he had come in. "They're closin' early on account of all the activity. So you may as well book yerself a room while ya can! If you can't get supplies, I really wouldn't want to be blindly roaming the Hara Woodlands- you might literally come across the swamp. Going out at night is crazy, but going out at night without supplies is just plain suicide, Miss Sylica." he adamantly protested his point.

"Uggggh...!" she groaned, palming her face. Ugh... it won't stop talking, the hairy little ugly human won't. Stop. TALKING! She sighed internally, and removed her hand to glare at him. "Thanks... but I'll be taking my leave of this shitty little town as soon as I can..." she mumbled, before peeling her hand from her mouth and shook her head, making her long silver ponytail sway behind her as she now palmed her forehead. "Please... stop calling me Miss Sylica..." she sighed.

She heard him talking about shops closing, and she pulled her hand away swiftly! "Say what now?!" she gasped, as several other villagers now began to mill about around them! Crap, I'm wasting my time talking to this gnat, I should be buying myself some supplies!

"Shit!" She spat, turning to the direction he pointed in. "I've wasted too much time-ack!" Cried Sylica, who was now being bumped into by various people. "P-please, move! I- ugh, need to get to the market!!" She cried out loud, trying to shove people out of her way!

Jac Caligo wrote:
Narration: I could tell there was somethin' eatin' up at Sylica, but that would come later, I think... a couple o'times now I really think on it... Welp, in any case, I tells her what was needed to be known-

Jac pointed over to the direction of the harbor, once she was looking at him. She was struggling to mix with the crowd and flow with them, or what he was doing, which was stay still and let the civvies walk around him. "...over yonder will be the Inn and Pub, they face each other on the end o'the doc, Miss Syl-er, Miss." He explained.

Narration: I really couldn't do much else now. She was determined to make it out of the village regardless, but I wasn't going to stop her. Again, not my cards to play there. However, as I was leavin' I saw something being scuttled about on the ground...

Jac sighed, and hoped the Drow well, and was about to turn away when he saw a dark shape tumbling about on the ground. "Hm?" He hummed, hunkering down, moving in an odd way to avoid being trampled, something he was used to avoiding after some years of experience working for Toph's.

Narration: ...you see, it looked oddly familiar, and then I realized, it must 'ave come undone after Miss Sylica and I bumped into one another!

"Hey, Miss!" He called to the Drow elf, whom he was becoming quickly separated from in the crowd.

Narration: ...it twas only right of me to return it!



Jac got her attention, then tossed one of her accessories, the left hand shackle it seemed as he tossed it to her. "...I think you dropped this!" He said, watching it fly for her naked left wrist and hand. He smiled, and turned away after that. "Welp, I aughta be off myself, or I'm going to be feelin' around in the dark!" He chuckled, and began heading for the outskirts of the village.

Narration: I didn't have anythin' to say after that. My good deed was done; and me job was only just to begun!

Sylica D'Lyren wrote:


She blinked, her left hand rising thanks to the pushing of the crowd. Her eyes wide and bewildered, her lips apart, her mouth a small hole as she looked at her left wrist for the first time in 1000 or so years. My... wrist.... its... naked. How.... how is that.... possible?!

"Hah!!!" She gasped, wide eyed, mouth agape! She winced however when the shackle slid itself back onto her wrist, being pulled in by the other parts of the set like a magnet, they drew it back to its proper position so hard she was flung back and into a crate on her back! "OW! FUCK!" she gasped, rubbing her wrist with her free hand, her gaze fixed upon her wrist! "How... the Black Iron Shackles...?! They.... wait, where? Where did that human go?!" She screamed, her voice lost in a sea of gibberish as her eyes rose from her wrist to an ocean of legs! Crap, all this time and now he leaves?! She mentally screamed. She shot up, and was bumped into by more civilians, and with her heavy assets she was being tossed about like a ship lost to a storm! "Scarred human! Ugly human...! Where are you?! Wait!!" She screamed out, wincing as she was being pushed about, looking all over for the man who had apparently released one of her shackles... somehow! What the hell?! You can't be serious... where the hell he go?! The elf mentally shrieked! A millennia and a century or two of being shackled by the slimy slugs, and she was freed by having some rando human face dive into her tits?! She'd let him plough her if it meant she'd be rid of the damn shackles for good!

Was this hope, she was feeling? Desperation? Perhaps both, but now... she couldn't see the bugger anywhere! "Where the hell'd he go...?!" Sylica groaned through her gritted teeth, trying to pick up where the young man had left through this chaos of 'rushhour'!

Meat Serpent wrote:After devouring such a hearty meal as Fubuki, the elder meat serpent deigned it time to find a location to rest and digest. Or rather it would if not for the vestige it had sent scouting hadn't found another voluptuous meal. Its one hundred and fifty foot long body kneaded Fubuki toward the passage that housed the rest of its body, descending into the caves beneath the village created by years of erosion and predator passage.

Her muffled protests simply increased the value of her taste by the second as it fed on her terror, eyes blinking all along its body with each section of meat that she passed by. Trophies of past meals dotted its body, the twisted visages of past prey imprinted along its ancient leathery hide. It sought to add Fubuki and her power to its collection but the rapid digestion would only take place in the depths of its intestines.

Approaching from the stream, its vestige carried Nekittan's curvaceous and naked body. The smaller portion slithered into the main body and melded with it, flesh fusing with flesh while the catwoman passed through a thin membrane to transfer her into its guts. Her distressed cries were close to Fubuki as both women were to be be kneaded close together so they could be digested at the same time, destined to be no more than nutrients for the monstrous predator.

Fubuki wrote:Meanwhile...

Meat Serpent wrote:After devouring such a hearty meal as Fubuki, the elder meat serpent deigned it time to find a location to rest and digest. Or rather it would if not for the vestige it had sent scouting hadn't found another voluptuous meal. Its one hundred and fifty foot long body kneaded Fubuki toward the passage that housed the rest of its body, descending into the caves beneath the village created by years of erosion and predator passage.

Her muffled protests simply increased the value of her taste by the second as it fed on her terror, eyes blinking all along its body with each section of meat that she passed by. Trophies of past meals dotted its body, the twisted visages of past prey imprinted along its ancient leathery hide. It sought to add Fubuki and her power to its collection but the rapid digestion would only take place in the depths of its intestines.

Approaching from the stream, its vestige carried Nekittan's curvaceous and naked body. The smaller portion slithered into the main body and melded with it, flesh fusing with flesh while the catwoman passed through a thin membrane to transfer her into its guts. Her distressed cries were close to Fubuki as both women were to be be kneaded close together so they could be digested at the same time, destined to be no more than nutrients for the monstrous predator.

"Ughhh...graaah..!!" cried out Fubuki, who squirmed inside the dark, humid depths of the serpent! She looked into the 'eyes' of the past few meals before her, and they in turn, flipped around to look at HER! "Piss off!!" She screamed, jabbing her middle finger their direction while trying to slam her toe into the undulating flesh above her, when suddenly!

SNAG!

"Wh-what?!"



Fubuki let out a sharp cry as her arms were forced behind her via odd meaty tendrils which shot out from the walls of the meat serpent, dragging her through the acidic muck into the darker depths! "Let me... go!!" screamed Fubuki, who was now ushered deeper into the earth as well as the monster's enormous belly! "Crap... how the hell did I end up another monster's snack? What the hell?!" She cried, wriggling the best she could, not that it did anything of importance! She felt her clothing peel off the deeper and hotter it got, and realized the acidic fluid was getting more fizzy and raising up past her chest! Dammit... this really looks bad now...! She thought... till she was suddenly smacked by something large and soft! "Ooof! What now!?" she cried, turning her head to the... naked, and very curvaceous figure of a nekomimi now docking with her chest! "H-hey!! Layoff!!" She screamed, green eyes darting side to side, feeling the stomach bile climbing past her neck! She was almost fully submerged now, with this semi conscious or dead neko on top of her! She tried to kick and squirm, but the Neko was too heavy to push with just her legs in this awkward angle! She tried to shake her off, but to no avail! "DAMN I---mmmph?!!"

Fubu's words became muffled as her eyes went white before closing quickly! She was pulled into the depths of the stomach fluids now, the tendrils pulling her through something fleshy and tight... nearly forcing her air from her mouth before she was flung into a chamber! She hit the wall, gasping involuntarily, reaching up and slapping the undulating walls for mercy! She swam in the fizzy, hot fluid which assaulted her entire body, making her throat burn as she kicked and fluttered in the main body's undulating stomach...!