"I gotta admit Bryan, I have absolutely no idea how you've survived this long." Dorian commented, gently twirling his wrist, gently stirring the coffee in his mug. His tongue shoved into his cheek, pushing on the imprisoned human in there. His tongue swilled about, lathering him in the bitter breath of Dorian's maw. "All those close calls you had with my digestive tract... Don't worry though, this time you won't be coming outside of me."

Dorian alluded to their previous encounters, where Bryan had asked to venture into the slimy confines of the drell's mouth. All the while, the alien teased the little foodie about being eaten alive, and how easily he could trap him in there, with no way out. Bryan knew that he was pushing his own limits on resisting his desire to be eaten, so he asked to be let out and they both parted ways that night. But the thought still simmered in the human's brain, until he ended up back between the jaws of the drell once more, this time with a more permanent outcome.

"Hey now, I could always change my mind and you'd let me out of your mouth right?" Bryan asked, wrestling with the splotched flesh tongue as he struggled to speak.

"You could, and I would let you go if you asked. Buuuut you won't." Dorian stated confidently. The lips parted slightly, and Bryan could see past the tongue the sputtering stream of brown fluid. It smelled intensely bitter, with a hint of sweetness. It filled the maw with an even more intense heat inside of Dorian's gullet, and he was splashed with it as it filled the area. With a surge of the tongue, the pool of coffee gushed back, and was swallowed away with a wet gulp. A sigh rushed out of the maw as Dorian enjoyed the taste. "Instead, what'll happen is that I'll give you the next thirty seconds to decide if you want to see tomorrow. You'll just let that time pass though, because you don't want to see tomorrow. You'd rather spend the next couple of hours being a limp piece of meat broiling in my stomach."

There was a moment of pause, as Bryan pondered what Dorian said. He quietly swallowed, looking towards the gullet, just beyond the teeth. It flexed and shifted with each breath Dorian made. He then looked back to the lips, which curled into a smirk in response to his silence. Bryan could clearly imagine the smug look on Dorian's face outside. The thirty seconds passed, and Bryan was still silent. A gentle chuckle shook the maw and the tongue scooped him out from the cheek flesh. "Mmph. I'm glad my hypothesis was correct. Considering how many others have been in your place though meat, it would be crazy to assume you would want to leave."

The lips parted again, and the torrent of coffee pushed Bryan back over the tongue. Dorian didn't react at all, the drell being used to living beings clamoring at that bit of flesh. Bryan squinted at the intense heat of the coffee, loving the feeling of it against his skin, and unable to resist. He let go, and slipped down into the embrace of the throat, washed away with more coffee and a series of gulps.

And that was that. There was only Dorian now, with Bryan removed from the world, and instead immersed in a vile quagmire just beyond the drell's abdomen. Nobody would see him again, and those that would, will find him in a less than talkative state, and in a similar position.


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