HAAAAAaaaa.... 

A sultry moan escaped the massive lips of the eager, hungry succubus.  Zagrin stood there, upon the smooth silky palm, staring blankly into the abyss.  The warm muggy air spilled over him, dampening his already sticky form with an added layer of new moisture.  Casis’ breath was neither sweet nor foul, just humid with that base watery scent of fresh saliva.  He could hear subtle clicking sounds as she worked that massive red muscle of hers.  Her tongue eased slowly out of her maw as she brought it carefully to the heel of her palm.  A tiny droplet of spit dripped daintily from the tip of her tongue, coating the base of her hand with a slick sheen.  It was as if her tongue formed a narrow red walkway, leading to the dark ominous pit at the back of her maw.  The path that would spell his doom.   

Zagrin fidgeted in place.  Both he and she understood that there was no backing down now.  Regardless of what both of them had been through, the straight and narrow path of her tongue lead to one place that Zagrin knew he must enter.  

He breathed in deeply, that familiar icy shiver locking up his whole body.  He shrugged it aside and slowly urged himself forwards.   


Casis leveled her tongue with her palm, giving Zagrin the opportunity to make the first move.  With her eyes starring over the bridge of her nose, she could just make out his tiny form...shivering.  She relished in the fear he was now facing.  He deserved it, after what he baited her with.  It was the natural order of things, she the punisher, he the punished, and her belly the executioner.  But something oddly surprised her.  He was moving, walking forwards towards her tongue.  In just a moment she would have lapped him up into her maw, yet it seemed as though he was going to feed himself to her willingly!  That all too familiar pressing tingle of cold ran down her spine.  Sure, the odd soul, very rarely in fact, would leap with joy to be consumed by her.  It was always weird, truly, definitely not her style of things.  But this mortal...Zagrin...she knew he had fear in him, yet he was facing it head on.  Casis salivated evermore at the prospect of feeling him deeper... 


A fresh coating of wet shimmered with orange light, as Casis’ maw filled with saliva.  As far as he could tell, she was eager to taste his form.  As if to confirm this notion, he could hear a subtle gurgling from the back of her throat.  She was right, she definitely had room in her stomach now...room for him... 

Carefully, Zagrin stepped upon the tip of Casis’ tongue.  The muscle curved expertly beneath his feet, moving slowly away from the safety of her palm.  There was a sort of masterful precision in the movements of her tongue, obviously well versed in the art of maneuvering mortal souls to their rightful spot at the back of her mouth.  Zagrin was brought to his hands and knees at the sudden movement.  The tongue was reeling itself inwards, further into the red glistening cavern.  To his left and right, giant white boulders stood proudly.  Massive rocks that could crush him in a mere instant.  Yet, as far as Zagrin guessed, based on the shuddering screams he heard earlier whilst pressed up against her tummy, Casis preferred to swallow her prey whole.  Suddenly, the massive teeth came crashing downwards with a resounding crack!  Her jaws were sealed.  Quickly glancing behind himself, Zagrin saw the plush interior of Casis’ lips replaced with a white barricade of sharp incisors.   

The outside air was hot, sure, but now completely encased within her maw with no semblance of the outside world, Zagrin felt as though he would melt away.  The sounds were magnified.  That slick sound of moving flesh as Casis slowly began to work her tongue beneath him.  Saliva trickled in and around his feet and hands as he slowly tried to stand up.  The tongue bucked then lowered, toppling and shifting him beneath it.  He was pressed now firmly in her lower jaw, as an all too familiar feeling of drowning began to set in.  Saliva washed around him, coating him in a new addition of slime, replacing the old sticky layer produced from Casis’ other orifices.  He could hear sucking now too, then his ears popped.  She was savoring his flavor.   


Casis maneuvered Zagrin around the interior of her maw.  His flavor, only accentuated by the taste of her own juices, was absolutely divine.  The familiar taste of fear was always a welcome pleasure, yet he had other more subtle undertones to his taste.  There was that overconfidence that she presumed she would taste after his previous antics but also something else that she couldn’t quite put her finger on.  As if, it was just sitting on the tip of her tongue, almost literally.   


The mire of saliva bathed over him in waves.  Thankfully Zagrin was able to keep his head above the deluge and catch a muggy breath here and there.  It seemed at least for now he wouldn’t die of drowning, but instead, digestion was the more likely culprit.  Sprawled on his back, head brushing up against her bottom front teeth, Zagrin could just make out through the gloomy red haze the tip of Casis’ massive red tongue.  It was slightly forked at the end, frozen still for a moment in her maw, as if pondering its next course of action.  The tiny forked ends draped down over his form, slowly scanning his body from top to bottom.  Once it reached his crotch, it stopped, as if stunned.   

Zagrin was stunned too, for at this moment he glanced down at his cock.  The devilish thing was rock hard! All this slimy movement and jostling within her maw was turning him on it seemed.  Whether his mind asked for it or not, the body knew and understood the pleasures that would come from slithering soft flesh and a sea of slimy gel like goo.   

Casis’ mouth was different from the interior of her vagina, in that this place was at least not bent on crushing him out of existence.  No, the tongue was a muscle tasked with movement and dexterity.  And as if to prove this point, the tips lunged downwards upon Zagrin’s cock, working it expertly in a vice like grip.   


Casis closed her eyes in focus.  Yes, there it was.  Desire and Lust. Every once in a while, before she feasted upon a human, she was able to coax out their seed.  The more genuine the mortal’s desire, the more exceptional the flavor.  She cupped Zagrin’s body beneath her tongue, working him between the sides of her cheeks, the roof of her maw, and curling him beneath its mass, all in an attempt to usher forth that delightful white cream.   

She was getting worked up again, as her fingers slowly crept downwards towards her lower lips.   


It was a rollercoaster of movement that was indescribable.  Up, then down, then pressing him one way then the other.  All actions massaging and coaxing Zagrin’s body and member in all the right places.  He could see moments of brief illumination, as Casis’ lips parted periodically to let out breathy moans that surged up from the back of her throat.  He was close now, all thoughts of his impending doom momentarily subsided by the full body blow job he was now receiving.  His teeth clenched hard as his body spasmed for a moment, and then he released.   


Casis’ eyes shot open wide as she felt that creamy sensation surge across her tongue.  A sultry smile spreading across her lips.  The tips of her fingers, now lightly damp with desire, traced along her outer lips in anticipation.  It was time.   


The massive tongue lowered back down to its resting position as Zagrin lie there atop it, gasping in post orgasmic bliss.  His eyes drifted lazily as his senses slowly came back to him.  He could see in front of him, the tiny puddle of cum he had produced.  Merely a pin prick drop upon the massive floor that was her tongue.  Yet, the taste buds beneath him seemed to flush red and swell, evermore saliva forming at the sides of the tongue.  She had obviously enjoyed his flavor and his seed to boot.  As if to confirm this notion, the tip of her tongue moved deftly, bringing him forwards.  He was held firmly now just behind her front wall of upper teeth.  Zagrin was given a perfect view of the expanse of Casis’ maw.  Far in the back he could see the ocean of saliva shift and move as she worked the mass to the back of her tongue.  It was sudden, without any fanfare, that Zagrin watched with utter fascination and fear as Casis swallowed.  

GLULP! 

The red dangling uvula compressed against the back of her throat, tonsils shifting, as he watched the first wave of fluid, along with his seed, surge downwards into that dark dark pit.  A second wave surged over the bumpy ridges at the back of her tongue, throat flexing, working, to push down more saliva.  Light opened up from behind him as she breathed out a heady sigh after swallowing such a mouth full.  The light faded as quickly as it had appeared.  All that remained in the maw now was a thick residue of sticky white saliva coating the top of her tongue, along with the long string like tendrils of clear fluid that attached the tops and bottoms of various locations within the succubus’s mouth.  He sat there for a moment in silence, wondering when he was to be swallowed, thinking for a moment that she may have had a change of heart, when he noticed the back of her throat flex.  It closed up, tongue pressed tightly at the back, and then opened up wider than ever, releasing a blast of hot muggy air along with a resounding base like sound.   

BRAAAUURP! 

Flecks of saliva were knocked into Zagrin, as he attempted to cover his face.  As the wind ushered back past her pursed lips, the tongue began to move about rapidly in a jostling motion.  Casis began to speak, mouth full of Zagrin.   


“Your flavor was truly delectable my little Zagrin.  A taste I haven't had in all my eons of being the First Succubus of Hell.  But my tummy, she has yet to be sated.”  

With little to no ceremony, Casis shifted the limp form of Zagrin towards the back of her throat.   

“Goodbye for now, my tiny morsel.” 


The tongue conveyed him backwards, similarly to how he had seen it do just moments ago.  He was pressed first, this time, unbearably tight to the roof of her maw and then shifted downwards.  Zagrin gazed, headfirst, as beneath him he could see the fleshy rings of Casis’ airways, taking in one hot breath briefly.  Then with an expert swiftness, the tiny flap of skin closed shut revealing a more supple tunnel that yawned open to accept him.  The back of her tongue pushed him forwards into the slimy red esophagus, as he felt its crushing embrace and heard its forceful movements.   

GLULK! 

“Mmmmmmmm...” Casis brought her free hand up to her throat.   

GLULP GLULP...GLMMM! 

Tight red flesh expanded in front of him, and closed as peristalsis worked him downwards into Casis’ core.  He could hear her moaning in pleasure.  Slick walls clung to his body, and released him into brief moments of freefall.  This cycle continued over and over again.   

SQUELCH!  SHLK!  “MMMMM!” 

Slowly, he was worked by the powerful muscles, as a resounding beating now filled his ears.   

TH-THUMP!  TH-THUMP! 

The sound vibrated his body as he passed by the succubus’s heart.  Eventually, it faded away only to be replaced by strange organic sounds.  Sounds he had heard earlier that were now almost overbearing.   

GLLRRRNNN! 

He was nearing her stomach now, he could hear its call, beckoning him, taunting him.  A sudden tightness squeezed his body from all sides as his momentum stopped for a brief moment.  The muscles clenched down on him impossibly hard as the tube of her esophagus expanded. A rush a hot air blasted past him, propelling Zagrin briefly upwards, only to be constrained once more by the pink walls of her throat.   

HURP! 


Casis belched daintily as she concentrated on that familiar feeling of pleasure she received every time she swallowed a truly worthy mortal soul.  Her free hand traced down her throat and stopped at the space just beneath her left breast.  Her other hand worked now into the folds of her pussy, the dampness increasing, forming a small puddle between her thighs.   

“Welcome to my stomach, Zagrin...” 



The tight sphincter at the entrance of Casis’ stomach clenched impossibly tight around Zagrin’s entire form.  Slowly, the strong muscles peeled away, lurching Zagrin forward into the belly of the beast.   

He was falling for a short period, until he landed with a splat into a small goopy puddle of semi clear fluid.  Rising to his feet unsteadily, Zagrin turned his head upwards to gaze upon the chamber, the core of Casis.   

The stomach was barely illuminated by the small outline of that familiar heart tattoo.  It was slightly off center, most likely the same tattoo aligned with her naval.  Suffice to say, the pinkish hue cast a fading light upon the world that lay before him.  Long folds of muscle stretched from the base of the stomach along its walls, collecting and forming into neat little knots at either ends.  The two sphincters, entrance and exit, to this hellish place.  All about the floor of the stomach were various pools of murky liquid.  This same liquid seemed to trickle down periodically from the top most sphincter.  As if to prove its point, the hole opened up to sputter out a fresh batch of saliva, recently swallowed by the succubus.   

The sounds of the chamber resonated with an organic gurgling bass.  One that seemed to originate from nowhere and everywhere all at once.  Occasionally, squelches from above and below would break this cycle as fluids cascaded around the stomach’s folds.   

Zagrin took in a shuddering breath as he collected himself.  The air was stifling and hot, yet not acrid like he expected.  It seemed as though he caught a break on that one, in that the previous occupants of the stomach were most likely making their way to Casis’ exit.  He tried not to think about that.  He stumbled about in the murky darkness, unsure of his next course of action when a shifting thump sent him off balance.   

THMP!  THMP! 


Casis patted her belly as she reclined lightly, her fingers working in calm circles around her clit far below.  Her face was flushed and surged with delight.  She panted lightly as she thought of the soul trapped deep within her belly.  This over confident man, this foolish mortal who thought he could sway her over.  His bravado, his confidence to steel himself for the occasion.  To waltz into her maw, cum on her tongue in pleasure, and accept his fate to be swallowed without a single cry of agony.  Oh, how she dreamed of such a soul.  Begged for the possibility of one day consuming such a lovely creature.   


He lied there, in the sweltering depths of her belly.  Utterly defeated, Zagrin had come so close.  So near to fulfilling the contract.  He thought about his previous life on earth, his grand delusions of finding a succubus in hell to indulge him in his fantasies.  A childish dream.  To find someone with impossible beauty, a demon who would play the part and taunt him in all the right ways.  One that he could pleasure as well, the both of them delighting in their hellish escapades of sexual desire.  He imagined how she looked.  Tall, fair....Fair.... 

He thought about it for a moment.  Casis, this succubus, was everything he had ever desired in a demon.  His dreams, she was IT! Oh, but how he had squandered it all.  His selfishness, his delusions, had gotten in the way.  The fear was now replaced with frustration.   

“Damn it all to Hell!” Screamed Zagrin as he slammed his fist into the meaty floor.   


“Ooooh!” 

A deafening moan filled Zagrin’s ears as he heard the succubus shudder above.  Then the stomach trembled and lurched.   

He was slammed into the slimy walls, body lost between the mighty folds of muscle.  He staggered from the sticky embrace, pushing himself away from the mass.  It was then, that he noticed something.  The space around him was brighter.  This only accentuated the horrors of the interior of Casis’ stomach, giving it ever more detail.  But it was not horror that filled Zagrin’s heart, it was ambition.   


On the outside, Casis felt the tiny morsel shifting around in her core.  He was moving, active, still alive.  Excitement filled her, as her nethers surged with passion.  Zagrin, this mortal, was trapped inside her belly and STILL trying to survive.  Her hands shifted, one palm rubbing circles over her tummy while the other worked feverishly between her lower lips.   

Ever so faintly, the space around Casis’ tummy began to glow, as the faint outlines of the pink heart tattoo began to take shape.  And then, a tiny echo seemed to pierce through the ominous groans and gurgles of Casis’ guts.  Her eyes shot open, and with a lazy sultry gaze she stared down at her tummy.   


Glancing upwards at the wall of her stomach, the shimmering outline of a pink heart illuminated the slimy dripping walls.  Proudly, with all notion of demise set aside, Zagrin called out in triumph.   

“My good lady Casis! You think you have bested me, yet I still see one more mark of yours which I can pleasure! A second chance is all I needed, and this time I shall not squander it!”  


A sly grin spread across Casis’ now flushed face.  “Haa...Haaa...” She panted, as she began to speak between sultry breaths.  “Try as you may Zagrin, but my belly, she wants you! Just accept your loss, give yourself to me, become my food, you are my prey!”  

Her fingers dug deeper into her pussy, one, two, three digits.  They worked in and out, gushes of creamy clear fluid surging and welling up inside her sex.   


The air around Zagrin was growing hotter, the dampness in the atmosphere of her stomach becoming almost unbearable.  He was getting lightheaded again.  Her digestive processes were obviously kicking in.  NO, not again.  He wouldn’t fail a second time.   

Playing into her desires, Zagrin called out to Casis, urging on her sultry pleas with his own taunts.   

“I shall not succumb so easily Casis, for in fact I think I have the right mind in climbing back up that throat of yours to pleasure you once more! Or, to travel through your lowest reaches and have fun again at your backdoor.  Either way, you could swallow me down into your belly again and again, but in the end, my sheer WILL would still triumph!”   

He was getting worked up now himself, as he noticed his member surging with tightness.  Hell, maybe the two of them were just what each other needed.  He gazed up at the pulsing silhouette of the heart tattoo and began to scale the folds of her stomach lining to get closer to it.   


Casis let out a languished moan.  He was just a human, just a fool, but she loved it so!  Her hand atop her tummy drifted down towards her cheeks, spreading them lightly to tease her pucker after Zagrin spouted some nonsense of going at her bum again.  The juices from her pussy ran down the length of her perineum, coating the ridged hole in just the right amount of lubrication.  Her finger slid in gently as she worked both her holes now in a feverish rhythm.   


As Zagrin scaled the muscly walls of the stomach, he could hear the deafening moans become louder than the gurgles of her belly.  He could also feel her pulse in the stomach lining.  Heat radiated all around him, and the pulsing threatened to send him careening back down into the muck below.  Hands slippery, he pushed onwards towards the now beating heart tattoo just inches away from his grasp.   


She was so close now, just a few more moments, the fingers increased in pace, she could feel the swelling of pressure in her loins and in her belly.  He was moving, moving to her spot.  If he.... 


Dizziness, cascades of sweat and slime dripped down upon his form.  All of this did not phase the intrepid climber.  He surged forwards, now face to face with the lines and ridges of the silhouetted heart tattoo.  Closing his eyes, Zagrin focused on the last few sessions of pleasure he had with this succubus...with Casis.  Turmoil, joy, fun...all that he asked for.  Gently, the insane, devilish man, clinging to the interior of a demon’s belly, slowly closed his eyes.  Carefully, he pressed his pursed lips against the walls of her stomach as the heat seemed to melt him away.... 







“HAAAAAAAAAH! UHH!” 

Casis came.  A flood of juices spewed forward from her pussy as her hips bucked and her back arched.  Fingers now pressed painfully hard against her clit, Casis moaned so loud and thrashed so hard that the very ceiling of the chamber seemed to shift and shudder in tandem with her orgasm.   

Coming down from her post orgasmic bliss, Casis lied there, arms and legs sprawled with a crooked grin spread across her face.   

“Ohh Zagrin, thank you for that...”  

It was then that her half-lidded expression changed to that of immediate shock.   


She glanced down at her belly.  Gleaming brightly, the tattoo upon her naval shone an impossibly bright golden glow, brighter than any dragon’s hoard or bank’s treasury.   


He had done it.  But... 

“Zagrin....” Casis looked down solemnly at her tummy.   GRN....