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The Belly of the Beast (a Love Story)

                                           By Katinasha
  
       Gwyneth stood at the edge of the rocky crag, the soft sea breeze
mussing her silky auburn hair. She sensed more than heard the churning
waves chipping away at the boulders below. The blackness of the overcast
night encased her like a tomb. She perched there, unaware of the blackness,
the wind, sound or motion as she contemplated her next step - over the
edge. For Gwyneth had chosen this as her last night  on Earth. 

       So focused was she that at first the young girl did not hear the
voice, the soft whisper that came from all directions; "I will love you".
Then a hint of sound, "I will love you". As she became more aware, the
voice, still soft, grew stronger and its direction came from above, "I will
love you". "Are you God? Are you an angel? " Gwyneth shouted at the voice,
tears dampening her sweet face. As she tried to stare through the
darkness, a huge black shape swooped low across her eyes. The form seemed
to pause in mid-air for a moment, before settling to the ground a short
distance away. In awe Gwyneth beheld the dark apparition when at once two
fire-red eyes opened six meteres above her head. With fear and apprehension
the young maiden gasped, "who are you?" 

       "I am Tremalaine The Powerful, descended from the Great Dragons of
the North, called Fyre-Wyrm throughout the region, seeking my nightly
dinner...and I choose you - But only if you accept. I prefer a willing meal
and I promise that if you choose to come with me, that I will love you. "
The words tore at Gwyneth and filled her with fear. Her mind was accosted
with the image of her body trapped between massive jaws, being forced into
the long throat, the suffocation as she slides down that throat and then
into the stomach and...what? Being slowly digested? She shuddered at the
thought. "You...you want to eat me?" She whispered. 

       "Of course." His voice was strangely calming. "I am a dragon.
Dragons devour maidens. I ask that you give yourself to me freely. I will
eat you and in so doing, I will love you." 

       The creature's eyes changed then. It appeared to the girl that she
was now looking at two bright fireplaces.  Suddenly she wanted to reach up
to them, bask in the kindness of those hearths, and warm her body against
the cold of the night. But trepidation again overtook her and the hearths
became the Gates of Hell, beckoning her into eternal torment. "Begone,
Beast of Damnation!" Gwyneth declared with as much authority as she could
muster. 

       The dragon eyes blinked with bemused astonishment. "Child," the
beast started, "you wish to die. You feel no love from this world nor
toward this world. You have noone to care for you, noone to miss you when
you are gone. In your desperation, you have chosen to remove yourself from
this miserable existence."

       Tears welled in the maiden's hazel eyes as Tremalaine told her what
she knew in her heart to be true. "If you have made this choice, let me
help you. Will you prefer to break your body upon the hard rocks below,
then sink into the cold ocean, or shall I take you into my warm mouth,
allow me to savor your sweet body, then slide you gently into the safety of
my belly. There you will remain in sanctuary until your flesh becomes one
with mine and the many who have gone before you." 

       In her depression, Gwyneth felt the dragon's words, and they seemed
to ring true. Given the choice of being dashed against the boulders far
below her, with no guarantee of a quick and merciless death, or being
lulled to sleep from lack of air and thus attaining her goal in a
relatively painless way, his logic seemed irrefutable. "Then take me
monster," she resigned, "I am your food." 

       "Not here," the beast declared. Black wings rose across a black sky
and Gwyneth suddenly felt the grip of great talons around her waist as she
was hoisted up and away from the precipice. "May God forgive me," she
sobbed, realizing the decision she had just made. 

       She knew that they were flying almost straight up and faster than
she could even conceive. She looked down to see the dim of fires from her
village, and the light of the castle off in the distance. "Goodbye to you,
cruel life," she cried, as she remembered how she had always been treated
poorly by the townsfolk.  "I have sealed my own fate" and again the vision
of her squeezed into the stomach of a dragon sent chills through her.
Tremalaine held her firmly but gently as he continued his ascent. He could
feel the girls soft flesh beneath her garments and knew this night he would
dine well. The meat felt tender and delicate to the touch and his belly
grumbled with anticipation. 

       The great Wyrm flew ever higher until he suddenly broke through the
overcast. Gwyneth was startled from her thoughts by the most beautiful
night she had ever beheld. Above her she saw a bright ceiling of millions
of stars, being watched over by a beneficent crescent moon. Below her, a
blanket of cloud reached far beyond the horizon. Breaking through the cloud
cover like islands in a sea of sheep's wool the mountains loomed in the
distance. Fear began to give way to exhilaration as Tremalaine turned
toward the tallest of the peaks. 

       And then the maiden turned her eyes toward the great dragon. A
magnificent creature he was indeed!  Easily 20 meteres from tip of nose to
tip of tail, with bat-wings half again that length. Large green-gold scales
covered the entire body, including the soft yellow under belly. She was
being held by one of the beast's forepaws and his wings grew from
musculature at the shoulders. His snout was narrow and as long as Gwyneth
was tall. "I'll fit in that perfectly," she thought to herself, as a sense
of sexual excitement began to stir in her at the picture. The beast's head
was attached to a long tapering neck that broadened into the wide belly.
She stared at that belly for a period, realizing that soon she would be
looking at it from the other side. Again she felt stirrings that seemed
inappropriate for the experience. 

       Treamalaine was soon hovering over a great ledge near the summit of
the mountain. As the ground rose up to meet the two, Gwyneth was amazed at
how softly the landing was. The Wyrm released his prize and sat back on his
haunches. "Well," he said, eyeing her. "Have you changed your mind? Are you
going to interrupt my feeding with resistance?" 

       The girl smiled, for now she was certain of her choice. "I told you
before, I am your food. I ask you, plead with you to eat me." 

       "Then remove your garments that I might taste all of your flesh,"
the dragon commanded. Immediately, the maiden took off her cloak. As she
removed each piece of clothing her excitement became more intense. "I
hope you like what you see, Sir Tremalaine" she remarked. 

       He gazed upon the naked woman with passion. In his 1000 years of
existence he didn't remember seeing lovelier meat. Her skin was pink and
smooth. She had delightfully full and supple breasts and an ever so
slightly rounded belly. Her hips were not to narrow, not too wide, and slid
down to perfectly meaty thighs.

       The girl had become quite excited by the dragon's eyes on her and he
could now smell the gentle fragrance of her wafting through the air. She
turned to allow Tremalaine to view the scope of her backside. He saw the
well-rounded arse and fleshy but firm back and arms and his mouth watered
as his stomach again grumbled. 

       As she turned back toward him, she saw a snakelike tongue slithering
out the dragon's mouth. "A taste," he breathed. And with that the tongue
touched her feet. It was hot, not scalding, but enough to send chills
through the girl's body. The tongue traveled up her shins and over her
knees. It then moved slowly up her thighs, pausing briefly at her womanhood
to take in the sweet aroma. Gwyneth shuddered with arousal as the tongue
continued up her belly to her face, lifting her breasts as it passed over
them. 

       As if on cue a wind blew over her damp body and chilled her. She
looked at the dragon eyes and said, "I am cold. Warm me." 

       The dragon smile and said, "soon you will be warm, for it is time,"
and with that he brought his head down and opened his mouth. For a moment
Gwyneth stood looking into the maw and strained to see how far down the
throat she could view. Then she turned and sat down upon the creature's
tongue. Again the heat gave her chills as she slowly lowered herself back
until she was lying halfway into the great beast's mouth.

       Tremalaine lifted his head and tilted it slightly back so that the
girl could slide down easily. The inside of the monster's mouth was as hot
as his tongue had been, and Gwyneth began to feel sweat seeping from her
every pore. She could feel her legs dangling to either side of the mouth as

she whispered, "oh my God."

       She reached down and touched herself, feeling the moistness of her
excitement. She began to rub herself, slowly at first, and than faster as
the creature's saliva began to coat her. 

       "I can taste you"! Treamalain exclaimed, though his mouth was full
at the time. "Your meat is sweeter than all the meats combined! I will love
you! And he lifted her with his tongue until her nipples brushed against
the top of his mouth. Her excitement became even more heightened then and
she felt the tinge of an orgasm coming on. Suddenly his tongue rolled back,
forcing her legs apart and coming to rest on her belly. The undulation of
the tongue muscles rubbed against her as no man ever could and she screamed
wildly with excitement. She pressed her hands down against the tongue,
forcing it harder against her stomach. Her legs were as spread apart as
they could be as the dragon's tongue continued it's relentless rubbing.
When the orgasm came it was as if great star had exploded within her, and
she wailed in the pleasure of it. 

       Tremalaine knew that this was the time and began to swallow her. She
was enraptured and didn't even notice that her head was now dangling over
the Wyrm's throat. When her eyes focused enough to see what was happening,
she cried out, "Yes! Eat me! Eat me now!" She felt the muscles contracting
and began descending into the esophagus. It seemed to her that, though she
felt constrained, it was a perfect fit as her shoulders moved down into the
waiting cavern. She was covered with the creature's spittle and her own
sweat and that helped lubricate her as her breasts now entered the throat.
A great voice, coming from all around her, vibrated the walls of her new
home saying, "You are the most delicate piece of meat I have ever tasted!
Go now and fill my belly with your sweetness." 

       "Yes," she repeated. "You love me." Her belly now slid over the rim
of Tremalaine's throat and she could feel gravity beginning to assist the
swallowing. Her meaty arse was now up against one side of the opening while
her tender breasts were squeezed against the other. All the time the gently
undulating muscles moved her closer to the chamber of the Great Wyrm's
stomach. There was a strange fluorescence coming from somewhere below the
tunnel and the lump of food formerly known as Gwyneth was moving rapidly
toward it. "I'm almost there!" She screamed, still relishing in the throes
of her orgasm. "I will help you," came the booming response, which caused
her flesh to jiggle like a jellypot. The dragon lifted his head and made a
mighty swallow, to allow the meat to slip into his gut. Gwyneth suddenly
felt as if she'd been thrown into a whirlpool as her body began spinning
down the tunnel of Temalaine's throat, every part of her body being
massaged by the wet warmth of it. 

       The young girl literally burst into the cavity as if being reborn.
Her head struck first as she spun down, followed by the rest of her.
Cushioned by the soft lining, she lay upside down in a fetal position
within the gut. Three things struck her immediately; how very cramped her
new quarters were, that there was an abundance of light coming from
shimmering sparkles located behind the membrane, and the fact that she was
still breathing, heavily after the delight her body had just experienced,
but that there was air. "Why am I not suffocated?" She asked the stomach. 

       "I have air all within me. That is needed for dragons to breathe
fire." The mighty Wyrm looked down at his bloated belly and belched a fiery
belch of satisfaction. From within, the girl witnessed the flame forming
above her before it moved up through the tunnel she had just traveled down.
She was still upside down, her thighs squeezed against her breasts. "But
will I now be slowly digested? Will my flesh be seared from my bones by
your juices?" " Have patience, child," the dragon responded. "Make yourself
comfortable, and soon you will see how a dragon's digestion works." He
placed one hand on the living lump in his stomach and felt her writhing
into another position. Then, still holding his full belly, the monster
rolled over and went to sleep. 

       She awoke from dreaming of her mother's womb. The girl tried to
remember how many times now she'd had that same dream. More than 10 times?
More than 20? Over this period she would ask Tremalaine, when? He would
answer simply, "soon enough," before rubbing his belly and tickling her all
over. She was now used to her cramped quarters, sitting with her legs
pushed against her. Sometimes she would move and the dragon would laugh at
the feeling. 

       It slowly dawned on her that something had changed. There was no
sense of being pressed together by the lining of the stomach. And there
were voices and, more over, feelings that she was experiencing from within
and without her body. She opened her eyes to find that her legs were gone.
Not so much gone, she realized, as somehow melded into the stomach itself.
Her body was being absorbed into the dragon's stomach. The voices were
becoming more evident, and she realized that these were the voices of the
many women whom the dragon had devoured throughout his life. And the
feeling was a sincere sense of love like she had never felt before. As her
body slowly became one with Tremalaine, The feeling of love enveloped her
and all the voices called to her to join them as The One, and she cried
with euphoria at the thought.

       Gwyneth leaned backward against the side of the stomach cavity, and
her shoulders began melting into the soft tissue. She watched as her arms,
then her stomach, then her breasts were reformed into a part of the
chamber. The sense of love was overwhelming as the voices continued
beckoning. All that was left now was her happy face as she prepared to join
her soul with the many who had come before. As she sank into Paradise, she
heard the voice of Tremalaine The Powerful, Great Wyrm of the region,
saying softly yet booming over all the rest, "I will love you, always." 



Story copyright (c) 1998 by Katinasha


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