Auroth looked down upon her prey with a gaze almost as chilling as the wintry air of the cavern. To catch a fish for dinner was nice enough, but to catch Slark the Nightcrawler himself was a new level of enjoyable.

Transfixed on the little Slithereen, she sighed. She couldn't help but stare into his wide, frightened eyes, darting around the den nervously. The look of the little ones frightened for their lives filled her with a feeling she couldn't quite describe, but it was a satisfying one. A toothy smile crept onto her face, still staring intently at the nervous fish.

Slark gulped. “H-hey Auroth,” he stammered anxiously, “what's that look for?”

The wyvern laughed. "Oh, Slark, haven't you figured it out by now? Or are you just playing dumb?"

The Slithereen squirmed a bit in her grasp, fruitlessly trying to wriggle his arms free. "I-I just feel like, ah, if you wanted to kill me, you would've done it by now…" He glanced nervously at her rows of sharp, pointy exposed teeth. "So, w-why have you still got me in your claws?"

Auroth lowered her head, bringing her face directly in front of Slark's. "Dead?" she asked, squeezing him just a bit tighter as she observed his panicky movements. Watching them resist was such great fun, but it seemed like he truly didn't know what he was in for.

"I don't want you dead, Slark," she said, each carefully chosen word filling his face with an icy fog from her maw. "But I just couldn't resist a chance to eat you."

Slark was speechless, but filled with dread. Her tone seemed genuine -- though she clearly was in a position of power, she offered no malice towards him. Yet her words were rather confusing. A dragon wants to eat him, yet he was expected to survive? The last time he'd been dropped inside a stomach, he thought he'd be stuck in there for good.

"Buh--" he stammered, but quickly shut up as the wyvern grabbed him ever tighter. It seemed like it wasn't his turn to speak yet.

"Imagine how I feel for a moment, Slark. Here I am in my lair, working on my poetry, when a snack decides to try and steal from my hoard." She glanced over for just a moment down towards the books strewn about underneath. "Books. You came to steal knowledge, not treasure." She looked back up at him, and her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "You could have just… asked."

Slark nodded vigorously, struggling to breathe in her increasingly clenching grip.

"But you've come at such an opportune time," she continued thoughtfully, her expression shifting to a softer one. "I've had a craving for seafood lately, and you fit the bill perfectly."

Again, he wagged his head. What he would give for her to speak just a bit faster.

"So, why don't we make a deal, little fish? I get to have a taste of seafood, and I'll let you read whatever it is you came here looking for."

She loosened her grip, and the Slithereen began to breathe heavily, relieved. "Yep! Yep." Panting and wheezing, he threw his head back and closed his eyes. Gods, did he just agree to getting… eaten? He lurched forwards and tried to continue. "But, I--"

"Good. I'll let you out when I feel like it."

Auroth opened her jaws wide, stunning Slark as he found himself distracted by her wet, gaping maw. Those sharp, jagged teeth looked anything but inviting, and he feared how easily he could fit into her large gullet. Standing on her tongue would feel just like standing atop a cliff, only perhaps wetter and slimier.

She easily released most of him from her grip, only hanging onto his scraps of armor with the tips of her claws. "Oh, you won't be needing these," she crooned, ripping his hood straight off his head with her free claw. Though he felt like crying out in protest, Slark bit his tongue: when he was at the mercy of a dragon, he'd try his best to stay on their good side.

She pulled his cape off, and then, switching him into her other claw, his loincloth. Though Slark was used to the feeling of the winter chill against his nude, scaly body, it was usually only when he had a bit of privacy. Embarrassment wasn't particularly high on his list of priorities right now, though. He'd recover from that later.

She flicked her tongue and eyed him up and down. "So appetizing," she muttered, "the smell of seawater…"

"Uh, well--"

She opened her maw again and dropped him into it, closing her mouth as soon as he passed the back of it.

Slark screamed as he fell. Though he was no stranger to vertical movement -- an assassin like him had to be quite mobile -- it was usually an event he planned ahead for. This was something else.

As he tumbled into her stomach, he could hear her muse to herself as she ran her tongue against her teeth. "Salty," she said, in a rather matter-of-fact way. "I expected as much."

He fell face-first into her tummy, splashing into a mixture of something Slark didn't care to know the details of. It was slimy, it was wet, but most of all, it was damn cold. Being so used to the rather temperature world on land, Slark instinctively started to shiver. Yet it didn't last for long -- the damp, dim environment reminded him of home.

"Such a little morsel," Auroth sighed sadly, "I could do that a hundred times over and still be hungry."

Slark grumbled. It wasn't his fault he was so small.

Placing a claw on her belly and laying back down, the wyvern grabbed a book she hadn't read for a while and opened it up. Perhaps she'd get a chapter or two in while waiting for Slark to acclimate.

"Cripes…" the Slithereen groaned, standing himself up and taking a look around. There wasn't really much to see inside Auroth's stomach, though he supposed that's about what he expected. At the very least, maybe another unfortunate victim he could still talk to. It seemed like for now, though, he was stuck talking with her.

Auroth smirked as she realized what it was she was reading. By sheer luck, she had picked up a rather steamy romance novel about a handsome Slithereen guard and an exiled siren princess. "Oh, Slark," she called out, "was this the book you were looking for?"

Puzzled by the silence, Slark opened his mouth to answer before he felt a thud on the head. "Ouch!" he cried, rubbing his injury while he looked for what Auroth had swallowed now. He picked up the book and inhaled sharply. No, he hadn't come to steak Auroth's smut, but he had read this before in Dark Reef… a few dozen times. It would embarrass him to tell her just how familiar he was with the story.

"Ahh, damn, you caught me, Auroth," he cried, feigning sheepishness. "Guess I'll be going now, if you don't mind."

"Come now, Slark. Why don't you get what you need from that book, and then I'll let you out? Besides, I still need to write about your… unique flavor."

Slark shuddered. He wasn't sure if he could handle being in here for however long she needed, but the familiar literature helped a bit. "Alright, alright," he conceded, "I'll just, er, study this for a while."

"Enjoy yourself."

The book had gotten all soggy, and the lack of light made it a bit hard to read. The whole situation was all unnervingly similar to Dark Reef, complete with the feeling of overwhelming dread. The book wasn't even necessary for him, really -- he could recount every word of it in his memory with ease.

Slartar's rod was unbelievably thick. She could barely wrap her hands around it, much less her mouth. "Oh, Slartar," she moaned, "be gentle with me."

Slark sat down and leaned his head back, envisioning the scenes in his mind like he'd done so many times all those years ago.

"Of coursssse, my love," Slartar whispered, placing a hand behind her headfin. He guided the tip of his cock into her mouth and groaned, her beautiful lips nearly kissing his dick the way they kissed his face.

"Nnnf…" Slark put a hand over his crotch. Sure enough, his cock was starting to poke out of its slit, eager to relive those fond memories.

She didn't break eye contact as she moved up and down his shaft, hungrily slurping and sucking at the throbbing Slithereen dick in her mouth. "My queen," Slartar panted, "you're ssssso beautiful…"

"Fuck…"

Slark's hand was wrapped around his cock tight and stroking it smoothly. He'd loved this page so much, he left a bookmark just for it. Whenever he needed to crank one out, all he had to think of was Slartar getting sucked off by a beautiful naga woman.

It wouldn't take much longer to push him over the edge. She could feel Slartar's cock twitch with each motion back and forth, working her tongue around the spiky base of his cock. She felt his other hand against the back of her head, and knew that was the sign to speed up.

"Uuungghh…" Slark used to conceal his moans, but he knew there was nobody around to hear him here. "So fuckin' hot… gonna… fill your mouth…"

With one final thrust, Slartar moaned and unleashed a torrent of cum that shot directly down her throat. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her mouth quickly filled up with his spunk, and he pulled out his quickly-receding cock as she spat out his warm, sticky essence. Wiping her mouth off with a hand, she looked up at him with tears in her eyes, and spoke. "I love you, Slartar."

"Ohhh, fuck…" Slark rolled around on the soft, wet floor, covering himself with whatever it was that Auroth ate last. The sensation was unusual, but pleasurable -- it sent chills through his whole body as he pumped his cock back and forth, waiting for the moment he knew was coming.

He pulled her up in his strong, masculine arms, and kissed her, cum dripping from both their mouths. Pulling apart, saliva trailing between their lips, he said, quiet enough for only her to hear: "I love you too, Slithice."

"AAAAGH!"

Slark timed it perfectly. His hands flew off his dick, and his cum spurted out from the tip like an erupting volcano. His jism went everywhere: mostly on his belly, but some splashed into the liquid along the bottom of Auroth's tummy. Shaking, he weakly rolled around in the mix, now a bit saltier thanks to his load.

Gasping for air, Slark feebly sat up and grabbed the book, now totally waterlogged beyond repair. Didn't matter. Auroth might not be happy, though.

Auroth. Suddenly, reality came back to him. The realization hit that he just jacked off while sitting in a wyvern's stomach and rolling around in her lunch. He nearly wanted to throw up, but stopped himself to think.

Slark was used to the surface, but that didn't mean he liked it. He was a Slithereen, a creature of the deeps. He didn't just want to be in the cold, dark, wet and slimy places of the world… he needed to be in them. Surely he could stand to spend a bit more time in here if Auroth required him to.

"A-Aurotg?" he called, still a bit dazed.

"Yes, dear?" she asked, not oblivious to the rumpus he caused inside of her.

"When are you gonna be done with your notes?"

She glanced over at the page she had started. It only had a single word: "The".

"A few hours, probably," she called back, laying her head down again.

Slark breathed a sigh of relief and laid back down. "Oh… okay. I'll be here, then."

Auroth smirked. "Enjoy yourself," she said, echoing her previous words.

"I will," Slark said, closing his eyes and imagining himself as a Slithereen guard.