Drain Cycle
#1 of Vignettes (with other's art)
Delightful gift art by Tacokurt who did amazing work here.
While it could be a standalone piece, the little vignette ties it to the previous submission (Coil for Help) as a sequel. It'll be a long while before Ofenna gets the chance to break loose, if she even can. (Previously...)
"Ah, you're finally awake again in there? It's just you and me here, fluffball." The snake's voice whispered, his jaw rubbing along the vacuum-tight bulge of the swallowed lioness from the outside, she started to whine in concern but it was too tight for her jaw to form words. Assuming she must be worried for the dragon he'd swallowed with her he rolled his head nonchalantly. "Your friend is probably safe, I spat him out after drinking him dry and left him in one of those eggs to recuperate. But I doubt he'll find his way back to us. He was rather spiky and had too many sharp angles for pleasure, really, but you, kitten, you're just a soft ball of pleasure that I could swallow again, and again... and so..."
Ofenna grunted as she slowly realised that her surroundings had changed, the snake's tight throat had yielded to the springy and more liquid coated feeling of that tail-sack it had kept her in before, and the bright light of day hit her eyes as the maw opened up. "And so I will!" He finished as her head emerged into view.
"N-no! Wait, not that, not again!" Ofenna squealed as she saw the ground and what waited below her. Ourodas had coiled around a tree to raise her into the air, and his head was staring up, unblinking and mocking in its regard. She was slowly being drawn out of the slimy confines but at least this time the fast passage through the sack-like section meant it had only started to build up the cloying coating on her chest. The lips of the tail-maw squeezed tightly on her body, forcing her shoulders to bunch up, her own struggling didn't seem to make any difference between the slow push of the lips. She looked at her captor's face, begging for mercy, a costly mistake as that put her into his power again.
"You will be a good fluffy toy and just slide out of that tail without resisting, won't you?" His hypnotic suggestion attacked her, she did want out of the tail, and so it took hold, even though that meant a gravity fuelled drop into a waiting mouth. The suggestion would hold her long enough for him to drop her through the air into his gullet, his jaw could easily catch her, big enough that he didn't need to unhinge in this form. Her momentum carried her shoulders right into his throat, a few tugs pulling the protesting, whining feline deeper inside, her legs kicking with renewed energy from her own rest.
Ourodas let out a sigh as his interior squeezed tightly on Ofenna, half mocking and half satisfied, when she was deep enough for him to talk easily he immediately taunted her. "That was your chance to escape, little lion. You missed it. But you'll get another opportunity tomorrow, until then any laps you make will be going straight to my maw again. Do try to keep fighting, it makes it so much more enjoyable!" It did feel so good, for the serpent at least, the prey's soft coat and desperate struggles really made him hope she'd bungle her future chances. After all, he had plenty of time to squeeze tightly over her, and make her entire body wriggle in response to each pulse of his muscles. He'd probably squeeze her through a lap of his body at least three times today, maybe after the first he'd squeeze her to be foot first for some variety. He was already looking forward to the possibilities, as surely as she was dreading even one more round.