Felarya- Humans- A fairy snack and Betrayal [Vore]

Perfect. If Sorcha could describe her whole life in one word, like it was just in this one specific moment, she would have called it perfect. Right now the young woman with the short hair was sitting on a giant mushroom and was thinking about the meaning of life, no, the meaning of existence. Sorcha had found this meaning after all; it was clear and simple but at the same moment it was huge for her: Pleasing a giant naga called Vivian and do whatever she would ask her.
The adventurers before her had the pleasure fulfilling this duty by becoming the meal of the snake-woman and now she would do the same in some sort of way. Vivian had spared her, had taken her aside for something different and so Sorcha was really excited what would happen.
Not that it would matter; whatever Vivian would do to her, it would be great, just the thought of pleasing her sent a wave of harmony and peace through her body – and shove away the shrill voice within her mind that tried to alarm her, that wanted to scream at her, slap her right in the face and yelling that she was in danger. But the magic of the naga had done it's work and even if Sorcha was familiar in using magic she had been no match for the powers of Vivian. And so, right she was nothing more than a willing prey, expecting the immediate return of the only creature she thought she ever loved.


In the far she could hear something big coming closer, even through the booming noise of the gigantic waterfalls around her she could hear Vivian and not much later she could also see her.
Compared to her Sorcha was nothing more than a tiny creature, not even a full of a hand to the naga with her white hair and the light purple skin. Her deep purple eyes were looking down at the Sorcha and a smile appeared on her lips, a smile that caught the young human in an instant, letting her body shiver in arousal.


“Ah hello young one. I'm happy that you stood here and waited like a good little girl” her voice was like the most beautiful melody she had ever heard.


Sorcha nodded very quickly, yes, she was indeed a good girl. “Of course Vivian … I would do everything for you!” she replied and smiled up to the giant face.


“I know, I know. And first I really wanted to have some fun with you when I return but you know, I met an old friend of mine. She is very needy and I'm a little bit exhausted.” Vivian told her and stretched her beautiful arms away from her body, showing the perfection of her body even more.


“Oh … I see ...” suddenly Sorcha felt disappointed. She was hoping to bring Vivian enjoyment and now she didn't need her anymore.


“Oh, don't be sad. You still can make me happy, and that's what you want, isn't it?” and again there was this luring and sweet voice, forcing the only answer out of Sorchas lips that she could give her.


“Of course!”


“Good girl.” Vivian said with a satisfied smile on her lips and began to reach out for the small human with one hand. She placed Sorcha on her palm and lifted the hand up in front of her face, so that the two big purple eyes were resting at her. “You know … having fun with my special friend always makes me hungry. So you'll be a good girl and just step inside my mouth, okay? Then you can slide down my belly, make yourself comfortable down in my stomach and then … then we will be together for the rest of the time. How does that sound? Good?” the nagas lips curved to a smile and then slowly parted, without waiting for an answer of the human.
Sorcha was looking into a wet, hot cave in front of her. The naga's warm breath was covering her and the saliva was about to begin to collect itself on her long tongue. The pink flesh of her mouth was a most welcome sight and Sorcha just had to walk forward … just a few steps, and she did the first one.


But then, when she wanted to make the second one there was this one simple thought that suddenly dominated her mind: You won't die here
And suddenly Sorcha blinked, shook her head and just said: “No.”


It was hard to read out an expression when you look at two eyes that are as big as you are, but the look Vivians face could be described with one word: surprised. Her lips closed and she blinked one time. “What did you just say?” she asked a little bit confused.


“I said: No. I won't step forward.” the comfy warmth that was wrapped around her mind was gone now, she was looking at the face of a creature that would probably kill her, no matter what she said. But something within her mind had fought against all this, and she wouldn't just give up, no matter how bad her chances were.


“I think you didn't understood right, sweetie … you would make me, very, very happy if you do this voluntary” and there it was again, this wave of magic, of seducing, full of promises of the perfect solution for all her problems; but this time it shattered against her will.


“No … I can't.” Sorcha replied, knowing that the discussion would find an end soon. She had no power over this creature and she just had to tilt her hand and Sorcha would vanish within her mouth and find her destiny where the other adventurers before her had found it.


But, to Sorchas surprise, the naga just examined the human in her palm. “Why not?” she asked, her voice was calm now and there was nothing sweet and promising anymore. It was just a hint of curiosity.


“Because I'm not supposed to die here right now. Not this time.”


“Not this time …?” and then there was a hint of magic again, but this time it was something much powerful, something much older; something Sorcha never had experienced and she could feel the gaze of the naga on her, but not with her physical eyes, but with those that were seeing far more. “What are you?” Vivian now asked.

“I don't know.” Sorcha had to admit and raised her shoulders. “I'm Sorcha.”






Freedom was waiting behind this door. Vale was kneeing in front of the small entrance that would lead her right into the mansion of her last victim. Another mage, another victim caught by surprise and then she would finally be free. It was too good to be true, but her master never had lied to her, never had tricked her or making false promises. The young assassin would start a new life after all this.


Carefully she stretched out her right hand and opened the small door. There was no light coming through from the other side and so her contact seemed to be right; this door would lead her into an abandoned room of the mansion; the owner probably didn't even know about it and so there were now guards she would have to take care of. And once she would be inside it would be a peace of cake. Most magicians had guards around their property but not many within their houses itself. They were too fond of their powers. But magic doesn't help you if you're sleeping and somebody is slitting your throat.

Vale began to enter the room carefully; it was empty, the air was moggy and her naked feet were stepping into a high film of dust that was covering the floor. Her eyes needed some time to adjust to the darkness but after some minutes the assassin was able to make out the shape of the room and also seeing the only exit out of it.
The “door” was made of the same stone like the wall and fit in perfectly into it's environment, probably this was once designed as a emergency room just for the case that something would happen here in Negav. But these magicians were all the same, they were too secure about their little magiocracy and that nothing could ever happen to them. Well, vale wouldn't be in this city for long once she had done this job.


The door was opened with some strength of hers and now she stood in the middle of a very long and decorative floor. The pale moonlight was shining through the windows of the high-located mansion. When she took a short glance outside she could see down at the lower tiers of Negav, down to the her own likes. A very thick and soft carpet was laid out on the long floor, making the steps of her bare feet even more silent and like Vale had expected there was no guard.
She called the map of the mansion back from her memories and turned to her right: At the end of the long floor was a heavy double-door that would lead to her victim. The noble-woman was about to get a seat in the council of the magicians, something her master wanted to prevent and Vale was the tool of his ambitions. Not that she wouldn't care much; Vale hated magicians, they were arrogant, they thought they were something better and they were dangerous. Enough reasons to gladly kill them without a second thought.
While Vale was walking along the long floor she was focused most of the time on her senses of hearing but she also examined the big paintings along the walls. They were showing several people, most of them magicians of the past; important person for the safety of Negav and all these paintings had one reason: To show how wealthy this woman was. But money wouldn't save her this time.


Every step was carefully placed and Vale still expected some troubles, but this time it seemed like her master had everything well organized and so she reached the heavy door. She leaned an ear against the wood but couldn't hear anyone talking or walking on the other side. At a time like this this woman seemed to have her beauty-sleep and so Vale carefully began to open the door that opened smoothly … and revealed the shape of a woman standing right in front of her.
Vale was quick, she was prepared for such situations; it was a simple angling of her right arm so that the dagger within her sleeve would loose and fall into her hand. Vale was quick, very quick, but the mage was of an enormous speed. In the short time of maybe two seconds Vale could see within her expressions that she had waited, she had known that Vale was coming – and so she just had to release the spell she already had prepared.
A hard wave of magic hit Vale like a ram into her stomach; it stole her breath and she was pushed back two steps before she landed on her back, the dagger slithered out of her hand. She had to snap for air, the feeling of suffocation was filling her mind for a moment before fresh air filled her lungs.
But in the same moment she knew it was too late: Two naked feet appeared in front of her face, some soft and beautiful feet, if Vale would have the time to look at them much longer. But then she felt a invisible pressure at her chest that held her down. To her left she could hear the steps of heavy boots; the guard had arrived, and also some lighter one, when another pair of naked feet appeared beside her. Vale gave it a short glance and looked right up the skirt of a house maid that was looking more confused than anything else. But then her face was forced to her right … and she was staring at the magician.


You could have described her as beautiful. Her body was slim and her long blond hair was falling over her shoulder, also framing her stern looking eyes. She wore a simple robe and her arms were crossed.


“What do we have here?” her voice was amused, there was no hint of any surprise, which alarmed Vale.


“Maybe a thief, mylady?” the maid asked and looked down at Vale, now that she knew that her master was safe there was some curiosity within her eyes. The guardsman just stood there and watched Vale, his hand was at his right side, close to any kind of weapon he was wearing. But there was no use for this; Vale had no chance to escape from this situation. The only thing that she could hope for was that they really believed that she was a simple thief; she would loose a hand maybe and rot in jail for a year or two for robbing a magician, but she wouldn't die tonight.


“A thief? I don't think so. You're no thief, aren't you?” and then Vale's hope were shattered when the tone of the magician became even more amused. “Do you know who I am? Do you know that those who ordered you to kill me sent you on a suicide mission?” she smiled a very friendly and gentle smile down at Vale.
“Poor thing … poor, poor thing. Betrayal is such a ugly thing, isn't it? Because, you know what? I knew you'd come. I know about the “hidden” room, I knew the time you'd show here up … and here you are. Like a present for me. Isn't that nice? The question is … what will we do with you know?”


“Uh, MyLady? Maybe you can … well … do the same thing with her like the thief you catched a few months ago. I could take care of her! I would live to, it was very nice to have her with me all the time.” the maid asked in a shy voice.


The magician's smile became brighter and she even laughed a little, but then shook her head. “No, Lilian. This is something different. The thief just wanted to steal, and punishing him by shrinking him and giving him to you was okay. But this little filth tried to kill me. That need a much more drastic punishment … in the end she could like being your little pet.”


The maid's expression turned into something disappointed, but she nodded without arguing. The guardsmen looked down at Vale. “A standard execution would be the best for this scum, Mylady.”


“A quick death? No … no … nonono …. ahhh.” the face of the magician brightened up again. “I know. Why not giving her a chance to survive? How would you like that, little murderer? Would you like to fight for your life?” but instead of waiting for an answer she turned her head to the guard.
“Captain, prepare one of the vehicles. Take her out and up over the wilderness deeper in the heart of Felarya and then … well let her have a nice landing. And take this” she pointed to the dagger on the ground that belonged to Vale “with you. We want to give her a chance if a naga comes and hunts her down, won't we?” and then she kneed down in front of Vale and now her voice was cold as ice “Fighting for your life out there will be a much better punishment than anything else. I wonder in which stomach you will end.”


And then they took her away.





Sorcha was still sitting on the palm of Vivian, but an hour had passed since she the nagas charm had broken and the young woman was still alive. Vivian had showed a great kind of interest in her and now she was examining the white haired woman that was explaining everything to her she asked about.


“You try to tell me that you die and then … awake somewhere else, right?” the naga asked.


“Yes … sometimes at different worlds, at different times and sometimes even as a different person. Once or twice I woke up standing in front of a mass of people, talking to them, encouraging them to revolt against their king. The other time I was sitting in front of my “family” … I always know whats going on around me in these moments. And then there are times like these when I wake up and have no idea where I am. I don't know how this works, I just know it goes on like this since a long time.”


“Can you remember every … death you experienced?” Vivian's expression showed a moderate interest in Sorcha words, it was like she was studying an rare kind of artifact.


“Not every. Sometimes they are flushed up from the deep of my mind. I can't for example remember my first one … I don't even know how I was born … or how my original childhood was.
It's like looking into a deep fog and from time to time I can see shapes in the distance. I also don't try to think too much about it because … well I can remember that in sooner “life” it lead into craziness.” the blue eyes were looking at an distant point for a moment. There was no fear that the naga would kill her – not now, not as long as Sorcha was interesting enough to her.


“So it is in your memories. Do you … mind if I try something?” the naga hesitated, something that was new in this conversation.


“Do I have a real choice?”


“Yes, in this case I think you have.”


“Okay … whatever it is … I don't want to know. Just do it.” stay interesting … that was her only thought right now.


The giant naga nodded a little and then stretched out the point of her left index finger. It slowly came closer to Sorcha's face and then she touched her head with it. From one moment to the other Sorcha could feel how something strong and immensely old tried to dig into her mind … and that someone inside there wasn't happy about it.



Someone tries to get in here! Someone tries to hurt us! the voice cried in panic.


Calm down. Everything will be alright. Let go … I'm here. - And Sorcha let herself fully go.



When Vivian began to touch the mind of this interesting little human she felt some kind of barrier, some strong barrier that tried to keep her out. Vivian didn't want to use too much force to get through; she didn't want to damage the girls - Sorcha was her name, wasn't it? - mind and suddenly there was no resistance and she could start to dig. What then happened was different than Vivian expected … instead of having a clear overlook over everything she wanted to know, a flood of pictures was about to overrun her.


The picture of a woman, kneeing in front of a crowd and getting beheaded by a swordsman. - switch – A woman running through a field of corpses, in her hand some kind of mechanical weapon like the human like to use. She was  pulling the trigger of the weapon and screamed, hatred within her face and then she was hit by something that ran through her forehead, letting her die in an instant – switch – the woman and another man walking around each other like animals that are about to kill each. Spells cast in a immense speed, a duel of magicians, the woman wins just to get to her knees and close her eyes while the whole room is about to collapse over them – switch – an woman that is lying in a bed, some children around it, worried face looking at her but on her own face just a smile until she closes her eyes and starts to sleep forever in peace – switch – and then there was just a distorted view on the shape of a human. But this wasn't human, it was more, way more, and it was staring at Vivian herself ...


The naga blinked confused. How much time had passed?  Sorcha was still sitting there, now looking up to her. What did just happen? This girl was a mystery tot he naga, probably a mystery to herself.


“Have you seen what you were looking for?” the woman asked and when Vivian kind of nodded she continued “And now you will kill me, right?”


The dry kind of question, like she was assumed this all the time, made the naga gulp for a moment. She had seen many kind of ways how this … girl had died, and she was pretty sure that it was just a small part of what happened. Would she be the next picture inside her memory? The human she was hunting and eating would have their peace after all this but this human? She wouldn't.


“No … no I won't. Quite the opposite; if you want, you can stay here for a while. I think it's not wise for you to get out there on your own if you have no idea about this world.” her voice was now distant again and she had found back her own balance. It wouldn't hurt to keep the girl with her for some time, and maybe she could learn a little more about her with time. Maybe she could solve this mystery, it was a challenge after all.




The small speeder was floating about five meters above the ground. The captain of the guard didn't like this at all. Not that he would care much about this scum that was sitting behind him, roped and unable to move, but he cared much about his own health and being out in the wilderness was everything but not save. There was just the question where he should drop her.
He could plunge her into the Jewel River, maybe a mermaid would catch her while she was falling down. But this would be a quick and easy death – too much for that filth. On the other hand he wanted to stay out of Negav as short as possible. And so he looked down at the instruments of his speeder, checking the distance to Negav and nodded. By foot that girl would need at least one day to return; but probably she would get lost on the way, so why caring any more?


He turned around to her. She was lying at the back of the speeder, hand and feet roped together so that she couldn't do any tricks.


“Final station for you, bitch. I hope you will suffer down there.” he activated the levitation mode of the speeder and climbed back to her. “Try anything stupid and I shoot you right now, okay?” he said and took out the dagger they had taken from Vale. He began to cut the rope around her feet. “Okay, that should be enough, you can cut your hands free if you're down. Oh and of course, you need to take care of your dagger ...” he said and then slammed the point of the weapon into her thigh.


Vale screamed but the gag she had in her mouth swallowed most of the scream  and she had to force herself not to look down at her leg. Pain was running through her veins like fire, and she knew, it wasn't over. The guardsman lifted her up, carried her at the front seat and began to lower the vehicle; but not completely  till the ground. Three meter above he smiled at her. “Have fun ...” and then he kicked her out.


She fell and the only thing she managed to think were two thoughts: don't fall on your back, and don't fall on your right side; otherwise the dagger would bury itself deeper into her flesh. She managed to turn herself half to her left, then she hit the ground, and was knocked out.


Welcome to hell.




Days had passed since the encounter with Vivian and Sorcha was now her guest. This had several advantages she learned very quick: Being under the protection of an giant and powerful naga scared most bigger predators away. Sometimes the harpies from above were still worrying her but Vivian had told her that Sorcha shouldn't mind them; they wouldn't try to catch her as long as she didn't leave Vivians territory.
There was also the strange fact that she had some very interesting discussions with Vivian. When you were down from the list of potential food the naga seemed to be a very friendly being, even if she often got some visitors and they had even more often “fun” … Vivian also had offered Sorcha to be a part of this but she refused every time. Being inside of a giant naga and struggling around there wasn't anything that sounded very pleasant.


Today Sorcha was alone, the naga was out and so she had time to think about her next steps. For some reason she knew that she had to be at this place or at least in this world. But she couldn't say why.
On the same moment she was pretty sure that she couldn't stay here forever. Vivian had give her a kind of map of Felarya that an adventurer had with him. Sorcha assumed that he wasn't alive anymore, but she didn't care. The map was more interesting than the fate of an poor guy stumbling into Vivian.
It seemed like here on Felarya humanity was quite popular … as a filling meal. She just pointed on the map and reading the name of a river, when she heard someone harrumph herself. Sorcha blinked and looked around for a moment but couldn't see anyone.


“Down here!” a silent voice said and when the white haired human was looking down, she saw a small woman in height of her chest levitating. She wore simple “cloths” made of  leafs and other things and on her back she had two wings.


“Erm … Hello?” Sorcha asked confused and blinked.


“Hi, oh, sorry. Am I too small for you? Let me change this for a moment ...” the tiny woman said and in a blink she was suddenly sitting right in front of Sorcha, now the same size like her. “Better?”


“Uhm … yes … but, who are you?” and the confusion didn't leave her face.


“My name is Melinda … and you're Sorcha, right? Nice to meet you!” the fairy stretched a hand forward and now Sorcha examined her for the first time a little bit more carefully.


Melinda had tanned skin, her hair was short and colored in a purple tone. Her body was athletic and her wings were shining in the sunlight. She had a friendly smile on her face and when Sorcha shook her hand she blinked friendly to the human.


“How do you know my name?” the white haired human asked confused.


“Ohh, you're quite famous, you know? The harpies are talking about you a lot. You're the cursed girl, right? I'm very sorry for your tragedy.” and she laid an arm at Sorcha's shoulder who had to fight back the feeling of sitting more away from her.


“Erm … thanks … I got used to it … really.” How much did these Harpies listened to what Vivian and Sorcha were talking? Was this even possible? But then, how could this creature know about her otherwise?


“Oh, but you don't have to ...” Melinda replied and smiled again.


“I … don't?” Sorcha asked carefully. “What do you mean … I don't have to? You don't even know my problem completely, do you?”


“Oh, silly … don't you know what I am? I'm a fairy. We are born of magic … and I'm a powerful one too. Your problem is something that could be solved with fairy magic, I'm pretty sure. Our magic is very old an ancient.”


“And why would you want to help me? A completely stranger you just met?” Sorcha asked now suspicious.


Melinda took a grim and sighed. “I think your distrust is quite normal. But … well, think about it: If you'd hear about a poor soul that can't find eternal peace and has to suffer over and over again, wouldn't you want to help her if it would be in your power? I can't even imagine how terrible it is and if there is a single chance that I can help you, I would do it in an instant!”


Sorcha blinked and the caution faded a little. This fairy was maybe really able to help her. “Okay, maybe we can work together with Vivian ...”


“Ohhh, you poor, silly thing. Do you REALLY believe Vivian wants to help you? She is a naga, for those creatures you are food, nothing more. Maybe she is interested in how you work, but as soon as she learns enough about that, you will end up in her stomach like every human. Vivian is no good creature, we tiny people have to stick together!” she smiled at Sorcha and nodded deeply.


For the human this made some kind of sense. She knew Vivian since a few days and she had never completely opened up her whole intentions. Melinda on the other hand seemed to be a good person. “Okay … lets assume I agree, what now?”


“Okay this may shock you a little but, but it's just temporary, okay? I will use some spell and shrink you down, so that I can transport you away from here more easily. We will go to my den and there we will work something out that helps you, I promise you!” she replied and stretched out a hand, looking at Sorcha who know seemed to think about it. Melinda seemed trustworthy on some way; Sorcha couldn't feel anything wrong about her; despite: if she really was like these other predators she could just shrink her down right here and eat Sorcha in an instant. So she had to be honest. And so Sorcha grabbed her hand and could feel how the magic began to work.



Being shrunken was … strange. One moment the world is quite normal and in a short blink everything is even bigger than it already was. Instead of looking in her face, Sorcha was now staring at Melindas big toes in front of her. The fairy giggled and went down at her knees, offering her hand to the tiny human.


“Don't worry … you'll get used to this with time. It's the easiest way of transporting people. I'll put you in my bag and when we're there I'll take you out. It won't take too long. Promised!”


The slim and soft fingers of the fairy were enclosed around Sorchas tiny body and then she heard the soft muffling noise of cloth that was opened. When Melinda had opened her hand, Sorcha fell on some soft ground, the inside of her bag, and just shortly after this she could feel how it was moving softly with the speed of the fairy flying away. Maybe it was better to leave Vivian behind; she couldn't be sure about her real intentions.



Melinda had kept word: It was maybe an hour in which Sorcha stayed inside the bag, when it was opened again and some fade light was filling her vision. The fingers of Melindas hand were grabbing her again and she sat her down at a wooden table.
From what Sorcha could see they were in a kind of working-office; there were bookshelf everywhere along the wooden walls and the table Sorcha was standing on seemed to be a mix of desk and alchemical working-table. Flasks and books were lying there and beside Sorcha was a coin-like medal that was reflecting the dim candle light that was enlightening the room.


“Welcome at my place. It's not much but well … it's cosy. I like it, and you will too, I promise.” she smiled happy at Sorcha who was looking around.


“You'd offer me a place here when all this is over?” she asked a little astounded.


“Yeah, sort of. At all you need a place to stay, right? But first we should get to work … on the way here I had an idea. You once said to Vivian that, when you die, you wake up on a very different world, right?” Melinda was looking down at her with an now curious look.


“Yes … that's right. But what has that to do with helping me out of the whole situation?” Sorcha asked


“Oh, that's something basic we have to deal with first. You see that metal thing beside you? It's made of a powerful stone … with it help we can keep your soul bound to it, so you won't switch between the worlds.” Melinda explained and something about that friendly smile was now a little frightening.


“Could you at least make me big again? I feel a little uncomfortable in this size ...”


“Oh, no need for that. I think you're cute and in the perfect size like this ...” Melinda answered smiling and her fingers were moving a little. Sorcha tried to reach out for the meaning of this but it was already too late. Suddenly she felt how all her muscles began to stiffen and she fell to the ground.


“What …?” she could manage to talk before even her tongue didn't listen to her commands.


“Hush … now be quiet please, I have a ritual to begin. It won't take long; binding your little soul to this medal won't take that much.” Melinda's smile disappeared and made place for a concentrated look. She stretched out both hands; one above Sorcha, one above the stone and then she began to mumble some words in a language she never had heard before. This went on for maybe five minutes until Sorcha could feel a pulling inside her head; like someone was grabbing her head and tried to pull her insides out of her, this went on for maybe a minute until it was too much and she passed out.



“Oh wakey, wakey ...” Melindas soft voice whispered and when Sorcha opened her eyes she was still lying on the table. But this time she was naked. “Awwww, good, you're awake. You know, I think it's time to explain you the whole situation. You see; this ritual we both just made bound your little soul to this beautiful medal of mine. Normally this would be a waste of time, because if people die, their soul is of no use for me. But youuuuuuu on the other hand … you are now bound to this medal with your little specialty. Do you follow? You're my own, personal life-stock of food for the rest of my life. I eat you, I digest you and you wake up here again. Then I eat you again, and sooo on. Isn't that great?” Melinda laughed like a little child and her finger began to stroke Sorcha who felt how tears were shooting inside her eyes.

“Aww don't cry. From time to time I'll give you some free time. Then you can walk around or eat anything or smell fresh air … I know it must seem cruel to you what I do, but please look at my point of view: I never have to hunt again, I never have to fear to get eaten by some other preds … I have you.
So you should be happy and proud. Beside: my stomach is a nice place; very comfy and warm and all this … like you will learn now … see this as the beginning of a long, long time inside me.” Melinda smiled softly and then the fingers who just stroke Sorcha, lifted her up.


Melindas pink lips began to purt and Sorcha had to watch her big tongue moving while she spoke “Try to enjoy it. I'm pretty sure with some time you will figure out how. I mean I like to have my five meals per day ...”



And then Sorcha was stuffed, head first, into the waiting mouth. Her face first landed on the soft and sticky tongue, covering all her face in saliva, then her upper body, her breasts and then her lower and sensitive parts followed. Her feet were still stuck out  while the lips were closing again and taking the last light out of the wet cave. Sorcha couldn't see, now she could only hear the smacking and slurping noise around her.
The muffled voice of Melinda when she moaned in pleasure. When she said “I will love this ...” Sorchas whole body was jumping up and down and the brutal tongue was squeezing every bit of taste out of her.
It felt like an eternity before the wet muscle was pushing her to the back of the mouth and down the throat. All this felt to Sorcha like a nightmare: She was eaten! She died in many ways in her whole existence but now she was degraded to nothing more like a meal. But before this thought could grow more, she was pressed down by the muscles of Melindas throat that were pushing here through a narrow tunnel.
A loud, beating noise was telling Sorcha that the heart of the fairy must have been close … the heart! Her own heart was running like hell and now she was close to a giant version of this.


With a last, squeezing noise she suddenly was pushed into completely darkness. Face forward she splashed into something wet, the ground was soft and warm, for a moment she thought she was put back into Melindas bag, but this “bag” was made of flesh and it was moving and made various noises.
Something close to her was gurgling and when Sorcha tried to get up, she just slipped out and fell to the ground again. She tried to elan against one of the walls and then her own hand wandered down at her stomach; that was the place where she now was; where her journey would end. Over and over again.
This beast of a fairy had tricked her, had made her into something to eat for the rest of her existence. Her eyes became narrow and she screamed in rage, kicked against the soft walls that just let in and pushed her back into the wet bath. Suddenly the whole stomach was moving and shaking, when Melinda patted her belly.


“Enjoying your time little morsel? Make yourself comfortable, I think it'll start soon” her voice was muffled and far but she could still every word of the fairy.


“LET ME OUT!” she screamed, kicked and punched around, but it didn't help. But Sorcha didn't stop, she couldn't accept this destiny, she couldn't agree with this, there had to be a way! But at some point she felt weaker and weaker. The air down here became thin and the human, the “food” felt grateful for the fact that she would probably just die sleeping instead of feeling any pain by being digested.



Melinda leaned back at her chair. Following this rumour and spying this naga had paid off. This little human was the end of all her food problems. For a moment she felt really guilty, destroying a whole existence like this … but then she licked over her lips, enjoying the remaining taste of that girl and then she knew again: It was totally worth it. A great future lied ahead of her.