>>58958638YOU ARE NOTHING TO AMYONE
DIE MAD
That’s it… good… head-first, just like the other,” Aldith instructed, her voice a excited whisper. “Oh, she’s putting on a show! Look at her struggle! Such spirit! It only makes the digestion more thorough, you know. More energy expended, more tenderized muscle.”
Cynthia wept, hot tears mingling with the digestive fluid. She could picture it with horrifying clarity: Diantha’s elegant, porcelain face contorted in terror, her striking blue eyes wide as the cavernous maw descended over her perfectly styled hair. Her gorgeous jacket, her stylish shorts, all being stained by saliva as she was tilted forward.
The pressure at the stomach entrance intensified. Cynthia was pushed further into the curvature of the organ as the new arrival began to breach the chamber. A flood of fresh, saliva-drenched air and the scent of Diantha’s perfume—something floral and expensive—washed over her, horribly out of place in the acidic stench.
First, Diantha’s head and shoulders forced their way in. There was a moment of chaotic, tight compression as the Seviper’s stomach stretched to accommodate a second occupant. Cynthia, curled on her side, felt a limp, silk-clad arm brush against her face. Then a head of soft hair pressed against her chest.
Diantha was in.
The esophageal sphincter snapped shut behind her with a final, wet gasp. The sudden silence was broken only by the gurgle of fluids and Diantha’s choked, shuddering sobs. She was curled opposite Cynthia, their bodies forced into intimate contact by the relentless, squeezing walls.
“C… Cynthia?” Diantha’s voice was a tiny, broken thing, slurred by fluid and shock.
“Diantha… I’m here,” Cynthia rasped, her own voice unrecognizable, raw from acid and screams. “I’m so… so sorry.”
The Kalosian champion whimpered, her body trembling violently against Cynthia’s. The stomach churned, kneading them together
