Chapter Twelve

Morals

            David eventually woke up in the middle of the night in near perfect darkness. It took him a few moments to get his mental bearings together but a warmth that wasn’t his was comforting him and a stead breath kept washing over him. Sarah!

            He realized he was still holding Sarah, and she was still holding him. Not knowing how long he had been there it was obvious that nothing in the moment was happening that require immediate action, so he relaxed again and listened to Sarah’s breathing.

            It was slow and deep, and washed over his cheek again and again; her face was very close to his. He moved his hand down her body slightly and rolled over to face her. His night vision, being magically enhanced by Melanie long ago, allowed him to see her as though it were almost daytime. He brought his hand up to her face and moved her hair out of the way. There were obvious dried tears still on her face.

            David sighed. This was indeed a bad place to be, and he was going to get into a lot of trouble if he got caught. What did Melanie think he was doing? Did she know? This was not going to end well.

            David heard a rustling noise coming from far away and he knew at once Melanie was still awake, or, at least had woken up. The blood in his veins froze when a light beam appeared off in the distance; she had a flashlight.

            He was still mostly wrapped up in her arms and panicked, he couldn’t get away quickly enough and was sure to be found. David did the only thing he could do, which was pull the covers up and get as close to Sarah as possible, hopefully concealing his existence.

            Sarah shifted in her sleep and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body into him unconsciously. The light beam entered the room and everything went white. It lingered for some time as David held his breath. Eventually it passed into another room.

            Now David’s night vision had been wrecked, but he had a chance to escape. He carefully lifted Sarah’s arm off him and slid out from her embrace, she again shifted peacefully.

            Melanie was still outside and David had to get to her before she left. He carefully left the room and ran down the hallway. He could hear Melanie moving around and saw light shining in through imperfections of the house and the windows.

            David came running out of the front door just as Melanie stood up.

            “Melanie!” David called, causing her to stop and look back down at him.

            “There you are.” She whispered. Melanie crouched down again and gently slid her fingers around David, lifting him up. “I was almost worried.”

            She carefully lifted him up to her lips and pressed him into them. David hugged them with as much of him as he could. Melanie took him back over to her bed and shut off her light. He could feel her moving around and dropped slightly as she slid into bed.

David’s night vision hadn’t been restored yet but he could see about a foot away from him, and once he felt a blast of air he looked around behind him and saw that Melanie was putting him on her head. She sat him on her upper lip, resting against her nose, and she couldn’t help but grin at the feeling it gave her. It was quite amusing, him sitting on her like that.

David could tell where he was, he could see Melanie’s rather large lips in front of him through the darkness and could feel her nose as it sucked in large volumes of air creating chilling currents, and blasting them out moments later flooding him with warmth. He wondered what Melanie was thinking.

Melanie began with a whisper, “So David, what do you think?”

“About what exactly?” His small voice barely needed a whisper. Instantly, he thought about Sarah.

“About anything, everything. So far.” She paused momentarily, “What do you feel about today, how about tomorrow? What about my newest deal? How about us?”

            “Well…” David started, taking a second to reflectively think back on the past few hours and how to best approach the situation, “today was fun, I rather enjoyed it. And the way you can manipulate magic to suit your needs, absolutely amazing. You’re beginning to get really powerful!” He calmed down before continuing, “I don’t really know what is gonna happen tomorrow, but I’m kinda excited to see what happens. You know, it’s all fun and deadly at the same time, but scary and exciting too.”

After not getting a response from Melanie he continued a moment later in an effort to fill the silence. “I mean sure,” He said in a lower voice,” I feel bad for the people you choose to eat, but I suppose it becomes their lot in life.” He thinks about what he’s saying, and how awful it must really be; to be eaten alive. He shuddered, “We are all just animals after all, the strong survive and the weak die; in some cases. But if they are intelligent then they would enjoy it, because they should know there is no way out.”

He didn’t really know how anyone could enjoy being eaten alive, really. Sure he was part of ‘the community’, and had read plenty of literature and even thought about it himself. But to actually live it? It donned on him that it really was a terrible way to go. But what choice did he, or they, or anyone have really? It’s not like someone in some distant jungle can just put up their hand to a tiger and say: Hey, this just isn’t right. Go away and kindly leave me alone. It might work for a moment, but, the tiger might just eat them anyway. In this case, the world was a jungle, and Melanie was the biggest, most powerful tiger that ever existed or ever will exist. This idea was slightly frightening.

He quickly put the thought away in his mind and tried to concentrate on the expansive and beautiful body that was spread out into the unseeable distance before him. He asked a question: “What did you mean by you would let them live?”

“Well,” Melanie answered, her breath blasting forward in weak columns of heated air, her voice barely above a whisper. “I was thinking about how I was running everything. And, you know, if you don’t have a prize for winning, what’s the point in trying?” David gave a nod of agreement. “So I decided to tell them that they would, actually, get a prize other than extra life points; as it were…” She fell silent for a moment. David remained quiet so she could continue, she was obviously working something through in her mind somewhere behind him. Perhaps there was a way he could somehow get Sarah to win. Maybe she might survive this. Wait, was he really starting to care about her this much? That he was thinking of cheating Melanie’s system?

“But I can’t let them go,” she said eventually. “Nor can I take care of them. So they can’t get their freedom. As you said earlier, there is no way out.”

David’s heart sank. “Yes… I see.” David said loyally. “After being with you Melanie, I don’t think I could go live anywhere else anyway.” He paused for a moment before changing the subject, “And to answer your question about us?” David leaned forward and kissed Melanie’s upper lip gingerly. “I must say Melanie, that I love you even more than I did before.” Which once upon a time he harbored a huge crush for her that slowly dwindled over time; but their adventures as of late has quite changed his opinion. It isn’t like he has anything else to do, or has any control over his life at the moment. His love for her bordered on the edge of the way a dog loves its owner; he loved his owner, but hopefully she didn’t think of him as her dog.

Melanie smiled rather subconsciously and didn’t realize David didn’t have his weight shifted back quite yet. He fell rather awkwardly head first into her lips. She was quick on the up take, and didn’t avoid a chance to have some fun. She propped open her mouth and moved her tongue to catch him with the grace of a million tons of moving muscle.

She rolled over onto her stomach and put her head in her hands. Her jaws clamped together and David was shut inside of her mouth, she salivated rather unconsciously. Melanie did her best to keep her tongue from moving but she couldn’t really help it, she was enjoying him, tasting him. And the little act of affection he gave her made it all that much more powerful.

David didn’t have to think twice to know what happened, even though it all happened far too fast. He felt Melanie’s tongue beneath him and the humidity of her mouth threatened to drown him.

Melanie felt what David was doing and decided she wanted to help him out a little bit, but not too much. She dipped her tongue towards her incisors which caused David to slide until he reached the front of her mouth with little speed. But she didn’t want to let him out just yet. Melanie liked David’s taste more than anyone else she had in her mouth, and she didn’t have him in there enough, she thought.

David felt her tongue move, and again he lost his balance and fell forward. He was already coated in her saliva and he knew he wasn’t getting out of there quickly anymore. He just started to play along with her. Melanie pushed him into her teeth with her tongue and moved it up and down along him, repeatedly caressing him with a force that felt like it could have, if it wanted to, crushed him like a grape.

She was licking him though, not a malevolent thought in her consciousness, but she didn’t stop there. She moved him about her mouth slowly, bit by bit. She moved him everywhere and got him beyond soaked. If he could guess, he would have been a little prune-like by the end of it.

The huge beast of her tongue and all of its rough surfaces would rub him from head to toe and, sometimes, lifted him off the ground and pushed him into the roof of her mouth with force. The humidity made it hard to breathe, and the heat of her body was intense, and her viscous liquid was everywhere. He squirmed for all he was worth.

Melanie loved it, and so did David. What was better, they knew each other did. She manipulated his body and made sure to cover him copiously with her saliva. She couldn’t feel it, but David was practically swimming. She had to swallow quite frequently with such squelching bass.

Eventually she moved him onto her back teeth and the sudden pressure that David felt made him lose his breath. She bit together with much more power than David had been expecting, and he struggled to breathe in the vice grip of her teeth. They pressed into him on all sides and he could feel his bones giving way and exploding under the pressure. The sound of the cracks as each bone reached its stress limit and shattered spectacularly.

Surprisingly however, once again David suffered no actual harm and the vision of his body being crushed into a gooey wet paste was eradicated from his mind when her teeth parted.

He turned his head and yelped when her teeth fell upon him again like a large porcelain sledge hammer. He thrust his hands out to try and stop them but, had he not known better, he would have thought his arms burst under the weight and sudden impulse of so much mass. He felt her tongue rub up against him as it flipped him over and she bit down again, just as hard as before.

This time on his side he felt the pincers grip him from both sides and nearly crush him, but he resisted the force and retained his shape. She started chewing faster, and all the while opened her mouth in great sweeping bounds to get the maximum effect. This continued for some time. David enjoyed the idea of being chewed on, and not actually getting hurt. He would have had a much different opinion on the matter had he not known he wouldn’t get hurt.

Through the unending crunching of David’s body and the wet smacking sounds of her mouth, David heard her swallow from time to time. He noticed her mouth was slowly drying out, a rather remarkable thing even for her.

Eventually Melanie stopped biting him and sucked on David really hard. He thought his eyes were going to explode, his lungs collapsed and his ears popped with a sound that drown out the world. He quickly found himself being pushed out through her lips and onto her waiting palm.

He looked up in a slight daze at the most beautiful smile in the world. She moved him up to her lips and puckered around him. Melanie kissed him for what seemed like eternity, in a meaningful Love you too kind of way. Her lips surrounded him and pressed into him from all sides. He could feel their power gripping him gently.

When she pulled him away from her lips there was a faint pop as she flipped over so she was lying upon her back again. She reached down with her free hand and pulled her shirt up to her breasts and laid David down onto her bare stomach. It gurgled in a merry greeting to David who patted it enjoyably. It purred and vibrated him lovingly.

David couldn’t think of a better place to be than on the smooth belly of a beautiful giantess, listening to her body make the sounds of life deep beneath him.

“Good night, David.” Melanie’s voice rolled over the hills of her chest and reached his ears, now able to function again.

He waved his arm over her flesh and felt it prickle up beneath his gentle touch. “Good night.” He answered.

David laid there thinking for quite some time as her stomach gurgled beneath him, whatever food she had eaten passing deeper into her body and whomever might have been alive certainly ceasing to exist.

Two girls. Sarah, and Melanie. David had known Melanie for a number of years now, and was unequivocally attached to her. Not only that she was his provider for the moment, and caretaker, but that he had liked her for the longest time. Of course it isn’t uncommon for a guy in school to fixate on a pretty girl from afar. But now it was different.

They had a thing. A definite thing. And yet, this other girl, Sarah, shows up. Once again, she’s taller than him; but David thought that might be something to do with how Melanie shrinks people. Sure she was pretty. She was no Melanie, if Sarah was a 9, Melanie was an 11. But still, there was something to be said about someone you could wrap your arms around, or lie in bed with, or even kiss mouth to mouth.

However, David did love Melanie’s kisses. The way she could suck in his entire body and roll it around in her mouth, caressing him with her tongue and rubbing him up against her teeth. Every little crevice of her pallet, every little piece of her, it was all exciting and terrific to explore. And her saliva, it was unending. Sure it stung after a while, reminding him that he was, for all intents and purposes, just food for her; but that idea just compounded the fact of how incredible it really was. He was just food, and she was treating him as so much more.

Still, David did feel sorry for Sarah. She too was just food, and soon she would be struggling for her life mere feet from David where she would die. What if David hadn’t been friends with Melanie? Would he be in Sarah’s place? Would he be in that house right now, scared to no end, holding Sarah still?

David shook his head. He was thinking about this far too much. Sarah was pretty, and he didn’t want to see something pretty get destroyed. But, Melanie was prettier, and she needed feeding to become even more so. Perhaps feeding something so pretty, to someone like Melanie, would make her prettier?

He tried not to think of it. David rolled over and tried to sleep. Melanie’s stomach, apparently able to read his thoughts, bubbled gently beneath him, caressing him in its own monstrous way.

Neither of them consciously did it but Melanie’s right hand ended up over top of David’s body, his head sticking out past her forefinger, resting on her thumb like a little cocoon. He pulled on her fingers and they tightened as though they were a mechanical blanket. Her stomach growled violently below him having ended the temporary truce it had decided to give to him.