Game Over: Possessive EmbraceNSFW

The exterior of the little cottage Arietta had managed to secure in the North Ward - the cottage that was now Kiise's home as well - was calm and cozy, the usual for a late night. It was a sign of relief; the warm and comfortable bed waited inside, and perhaps some leftovers from Arietta's dinner as well. Kiise had struck out in searching for a meal of her own on this particular night. Not for lack of trying, of course; she'd been doing her best to "recruit" some new "believers," but none had been willing to follow her home. Bad luck...

As she turned to enter their home, a glint of light caught her eye. A silver shard, just laying in the street. And beside it, another. A trail of them, leading through the alley between Arietta's home and the next.

A smile lifted the corners of the pretty eladrin woman's lips. Maybe her fortunes were looking up. It seemed one of the passersby was so rich they'd gotten a hole in their wallet and not even noticed. Their loss was Kiise's gain, of course. A couple dozen silver would make a major difference in her finances right now - maybe a step toward repaying Arietta and Damian.

... Thoughts of the sly lamia's smile gave her an unsubtle shiver as she remembered just what she owed him. Wait- she thought, hesitating. A trap...?

She nudged the first coin with one foot. Nothing happened. She bent down, picked it up...

Nothing happened.

She scanned the empty street, silent in the dark of night. No one was watching her, right? This wasn't some secret test of character, was it?

Delighted to find the answer was no in both cases, Kiise scurried along, scooping coins into her pouch. Five, ten, fifteen silver... And as she disappeared into the deeper shadows of the alley, there was a faint glow under her foot.

"Oh, fu-" fwUMPH

The world abruptly flipped upside down as Kiise was lifted into the air by her ankles, sending her new prizes scattering to the ground in a jingling mess. Lines of woven paper wrapped around her trapped ankles, softly illuminated with the cool purple glow of arcane magic.

Her heart pounded as blood began rushing to her head. Okay. So yes, trap. She scanned her surroundings. The trap had been nearly silent in its activation; if she wriggled free quickly enough, she might be able to get down and into her home before the trapper noticed she'd been caught.

No sooner had she thought this than the door to the cottage opened, and an ambiguous figure hidden in a dark cloak rushed at her. So much for that!!

A faintly glowing maw, lit in that same luminescent purple, illuminated her shocked face for just a moment. Then there was nothing but darkness - the trapper wasted no time indulging in their food. Her hair was pressed against the roof of her devourer's ravenous mouth. Her face was squished into the saliva-slick surface of her predator's tongue, which teased over her cheeks and nose, even slipped between her lips for a moment to taste inside her mouth. Painful pressure squished Kiise's ears haphazardly against the sides of her head as she was pushed into the too-tight throat.

Primal fear - the fear of being someone's food, of being crammed in a tight belly and digested alive - made Kiise writhe and squirm as she was eaten. She thrashed for dear life, unwilling to let her life come to such a pathetic end without a fight.

Still, something was slowly working its way through the back of her mind. There was something about this situation... something... something that was hard to make out through the panic. It'd come in a breath.

Unfortunately, with Kiise's nose and mouth squeezed by her captor's throat too, breath was at a premium. And now that her head was in their throat, her devourer was taking their sweet time with disrobing her. She was being stripped so that she could be more thoroughly enjoyed. Faintly familiar hands, soft and delicate and pampered, brushed against Kiise's increasingly unprotected body, probing her curves with a slow, academic consideration. Fondling over her chest and making her shiver in another way altogether.

Dizziness was rapidly setting in from being upside down and having her air supply cut off. And with it, a perverse sort of delight at being handled this way. At least whoever this is knows how to appreciate me, Kiise thought - then quickly shooed the idea from her mind. What am I saying?! The best way to appreciate me is to let me go! Listen, I'm sorry about stealing your coins-

Her shoulders were caught up in the heat of that mouth now. And then that tongue was fondling her chest - I need to breathe, I need to breathe, I'm gonna pass out! - and making her squirm to try to get away from the sudden stimulation. Or to lean into it? It was all starting to blur together.

As another swallow finally passed her through that tight ring and let her ears relax, a reflexive gasp brought much-needed air - thick, humid, stale stomach air, but air all the same - into Kiise's lungs. And with air to breathe, the realization finally made it through. There was only one person who could possibly have set up a magical snare trap outside their home without Arietta getting bothered by it, and one person whose body was so painfully tight like this...

"Ari!" Kiise yelled as loudly as she could muster. The force of it made her dizzy again, but with her body already swallowed down to her hips, she didn't really have the option of catching her breath. "Ari! It's me, Kiise! Ari!!"

Her devourer - Arietta, it had to be Arietta - did pause a moment in her swallowing. But only a moment, and then she was back to fondling along Kiise's bare thighs, licking-- Kiise yelped, flushed, squirmed. And Arietta was moaning, right out there in the open, moaning at her flavor, moaning while her tongue was--

It wasn't often that a predator got so cocky they allowed themself to get caught up in tasting their prey that way. Let alone Arietta, taking advantage of her roommate like this! Kiise was barely even aware the nerdy, shut-in wizard had an interest in sexuality to begin with. And to find out like this!

"Ari!! Wh-what are you...?! N... nnn... S-stop!" Kiise mewled, torn between the pleasant sensations between her legs and the tiny sweltering prison she was being crammed into, inch by inch. The swallowing was not stopping. Why was the swallowing not stopping?

As Kiise's legs were squished together between Arietta's lips, confusion crossed Kiise's face. Can she not hear me?!

Oh, obviously. That must be it - Arietta was well known to fixate quite intensely on her work, to the complete exclusion of everything else. Eating her catch of the night must be one of those things she got so caught up in. Obviously, Arietta wouldn't really eat Kiise if she knew it was her roommate all along; Arietta surely liked Kiise too much for that. As everyone did, really.

But as Arietta's hands delicately fed Kiise's feet into her ravening maw, as Kiise's knees jammed up against her cheeks and her hair was matted against her head by the chilly fluids at the bottom of the stomach... it didn't really matter what Arietta thought of Kiise.

She was Arietta's meal - forced into a ball, still upside down, unable to even twitch meaningfully.

And with her head upside down, she was starting to feel really dizzy. Her body had forced what little air was in here out, and her head was swimming. "Nn... Ari...!"

The cottage door closed with a thunk audible through the stomach wall, and Kiise could feel Arietta sliding down the door to sit with her back to it. Kiise's head was pinned between Arietta's thighs, just skimming against the ground.

For the first time since grabbing her meal, Arietta spoke. "Ooooogh... Mmh... wow... you're far tastier than my usual fare, and not dressed like them, either. I understand if you're not in the mood right now, but in the name of science, would you mind telling me of any special identifying factors about yourself?"

"Ari...!" Kiise called with all the strength she could still muster. "It's Kiise...!"

"Oh!" With some alarm, Arietta got back to her feet, hastily rushing off somewhere. "Oh, right, Kiise! I didn't- I thought you were in your bedroom already!"

Relief flooded Kiise's body, even if that excuse felt a bit off. Finally! I got through to her!

"G... goodness... I can't believe I ate you, I really ate you... And you tasted so good... and oh, that means my tongue was... err..." Arietta mumbled, voice sheepish and quiet. "I, ah, I'm sorry... Just a moment, please..."

"Mmhmm..."

Kiise couldn't tell what exactly Arietta was getting up to. She could hear Arietta muttering something to herself, but couldn't make out any of it. "You don't have to worry, you can just let me out," Kiise offered, head thoroughly stuffed with cotton. "I'll happily forgive you..."

It seemed to go on a long time. Kiise was fighting to stay conscious, thinking that maybe Arietta wasn't letting her out after all - when, at last, something happened.

The stomach walls glowed that arcane purple, the same as her predator's mouth and the bindings that had ensnared her. And the pressure of Kiise's prison let up finally, with a swift rushing of air. Fresh, clean air! From the outside!

A teleport? ... No, she was still inside the very same belly - the arcane glow made that much clear. It was just... larger. And not by much - she could sit upright, uncurl a bit, lounge in the stomach... but it was still tight.

And there was still that freezing-cold puddle at the bottom of the stomach, too. What was with this girl's stomach, anyway? It wasn't as if the chill wasn't appreciated in offsetting the heat of the stomach, but that was not how stomachs were supposed to work. Not human stomachs, anyway.

"Is that more comfortable?" Arietta asked. The stomach bounced a bit - she was... walking? To her desk, from the feel of it, as the extra space in Arietta's stomach soon compressed.

"Hm, well, comfortable enough as stomachs go," Kiise began, trying to sound nonchalant. Arietta did seem to be trying to please her, so perhaps giving her a way to do that would work. "But what I really want is to get out of here. Wouldn't that be nicer, Ari?"

Arietta awkwardly shifted in her seat. "Er... Mmm..."

"You... are going to let me out, right?"

"Yes! Yes, of course!" There was a 'but' in Arietta's voice, and Kiise held her breath. "Just... you do feel quite nice in there. And I have to record everything about this moment in my notes, of course."

Kiise cleared her throat. "Well-"

"And, it costs me 5 silver worth of rope every time I cast that spell, and I just... want to get my money's worth. I'll let you keep the bait after I let you go."

Hells, to be rich enough to casually be able to blow 5 silver on a chance at catching living prey, and five times that on baiting the trap... Kiise grumbled internally.

Still... Arietta definitely didn't have her casual magnetism for people, nor Beileag's raw muscle. Nor Damian's slippery tongue and penchant for getting people indebted to him...

Kiise's mouth went dry thinking about Damian again. ... All that silver would maybe be a decent start... and if I play nice with this, I can maybe wheedle Arietta into giving me some more...

Her heart pounded. "I- okay. Yeah, sure. Just don't forget about me in here."

A quiet pause.

"Kiise, I- I could never," Arietta murmured, and there was a scratching from over Kiise's head. "I promise."

It was so sincere - and of course it was, Kiise was the perfect roommate - it was hard not to feel at least a little comforted, despite the circumstances. "Right. Good, yeah."

Still...

The liquid in the bottom of Arietta's stomach was continuing to rise. Little by little... up to her ankles now. And it was so cold. She wiggled her toes under the fluid - she could still feel them, but the cold was definitely having a bit of a numbing effect. Arietta was holding back her stomach's strength, Kiise could appreciate that. But for how long would she even be able to? She shifted her position, moving to lay with her back in the fluid instead. As long as she kept moving around, she'd be fine. Arietta would let her out. She just had to... be patient. Perhaps trance a bit.

Yeah. That was the way. Just... settle in, close her eyes, make good use of the moment. This was probably the least dangerous way to earn a few golden dragons that Kiise had signed up for since arriving in Waterdeep and... well, and meeting Damian. Just... be at peace, in tune with her body...

... It was unclear how much time had passed when her trance was interrupted by Arietta getting to her feet and walking again. But the liquid was higher now - up to her waist. The chill of Arietta's digestive fluids and the warm of the rest of the stomach had blended together in an oddly pleasant way, and Kiise found herself strangely comfortable despite herself.

"Mmm? Time to get out?" Kiise asked. Her words felt a little slurred. She felt so sluggish...

Arietta hummed distractedly. "Not yet, Kiise. There's... something I want to do before that."

Not yet... That wasn't so bad. Kiise's body was so weary. She really didn't want to have to worry about standing on her own again right now. It had been a long day already, and that was before all this happened. Her body ached for rest, to finish her trance.

Her mind was less at ease. Warnings lurked in the back of her head, pressing her to get up and fight. Begging her not to give in so easily.

"I have to get out," Kiise pressed. She couldn't seem to muster up much urgency - she tried again, slapping her cheeks to try to wake herself. Her hands felt faintly numb, and she had to shake them to rub feeling back into them - a very bad sign. That raised the alarm. "You have to let me out, or I'll melt!"

"I don't want to let you go yet, though," Arietta pleaded, an odd desperation in her voice. "Just... just let me do this one last thing. I'll flip my hourglass. No more than fifteen more minutes. You have my word. I just... I want to have this moment with you."

That desperation... it was the sort of thing Kiise had often heard from her true believers. Those who had been entranced by her, wrapped around her little finger.

Had she done that to Arietta... without even realizing she was doing it? And this was her richest cultist yet! Once I get those donations flowing...

"Well, all right, then," Kiise said, a satisfaction flowing through her newly revitalized body. With some soft words, she soothed her cold-weary body with her last spark of magic. "Fifteen minutes. But then you'll let me out."

"Nh, right... I'll make them count. Oh, I'll make them count..."

Arietta's voice was heated. Her hands pressed into the stomach walls, pushing down into Kiise's skin. Not kneading her, exactly... more like fondling over her body, just as she had when she'd first swallowed down the snared Kiise.

But these motions were not even remotely utilitarian. Arietta was purely indulging her lust. A lust Kiise had never seen before, but which must surely not have only sprung into existence on this particular night. And sure enough, Kiise soon felt one of Arietta's arms drop down, slide underneath her prison...

"You- You sure are shameless about this," Kiise offered, nervously shifting in place to try to get her blood flowing again. "First what you did to me while you were swallowing me, and now this? Usually you're so shy about things, so..."

"Hhhhh... Kiise, I've been waiting for this moment for so long..." Arietta whimpered between shallow breaths. The motion of her hand was slowly building momentum. "I-I wanted you to be mine so badly... I knew I wasn't satisfied with just crushing on you from afar, I knew I could never let that be all we were... But it would be inappropriate, right? Like a relationship between the mistress of the house and her maidservant... But this..."

"I-I don't think of you as my maidservant," Kiise assured Arietta, dread rising in her chest as she realized what Arietta was likely building toward. Her teeth chattered, and she gave another full-body shiver, half of cold, and half of fear. "But you really do have to let me out now! It's getting so cold in here!"

"Shhh, Kiise," Arietta hissed, sharp and intense. "My Kiise... I don't know if I can go back to how things were. Mmmm, I don't know if I want to! Maybe I just... want you... however I can get you..."

Yep. There it was.

"W-wait! Wait, wait, Ari, there's no need for this, I'll do whatever you want if you just let me out, okay?" Kiise pleaded. She couldn't really feel the cold anymore; whether that was from going numb or from adrenaline, she couldn't tell. Her voice felt like it wasn't getting through - was Arietta's stomach always this loud? It gurgled menacingly underneath her.

Arietta was not holding back anymore. She intended to digest Kiise.

Fresh panic laced Kiise's words as this realization hit, and she raised her voice. "Yeah, anything you want! I'll be your lover! This isn't the only way you can have me! A-Ari? Listen, you're tired and you haven't eaten anything other than me since lunch, you're not thinking straight. Right? I'm not going to be mad or anything, you just let me out and we can- whatever you're fantasizing about, we can do it! I'll be happy to do it! I always wanted to! Just don't do this!"

A low, breathy laugh shuddered through Arietta as she plunged her fingers deeper into herself. "Actually... I think I've decided that this would be the best way to make sure you're mine. So many predators out there who want you for themselves... like Damian, like Meloon... But I can't bear to let them have you."

"I can handle myself, really, especially if the prize is being with you!" Kiise was just throwing out whatever she thought would keep Arietta from going through with this now - making any promise that would save her skin. "I want to be with you s-so much!"

"Did you... mm, did you know that digesting your lover alive is the hhh, highest gesture of love in some cultures?" Arietta asked, seemingly not listening to any of Kiise's pleas. "Digesting her mid-orgasm... hh... higher still."

Kiise was struggling to answer now - the freezing acids nearly covered her head, and with the violent churning of the stomach's contents she couldn't respond without getting a mouthful of them. She desperately strained for freedom, kicked and punched with everything she had, even knowing it likely wasn't going to be enough.

"It's said that... aah... mm, it's said that a lover digested in the throes of climax goes to the highest heaven..."

Arietta! Please! Kiise begged wordlessly. Her numb fingers scrabbled uselessly at the stomach wall. How could this happen? How could her charms have turned against her like this?

"... so when you get there... if there's any way... send me a sign if it's true? I'll name you... posthum-mm-"

Please don't--!

"Mmmn--!"

...

"Hey. Rise and shine, bookworm."

Arietta's eyes opened, but they refused to lock onto the face of the intruder. She was so tired - she felt like she'd been run over by a wagon. How long had she slept? It was still so early in the morning, the sun only just rising, so it couldn't have been more than five or six hours... There were fragmented memories of another horny dream about Kiise flitting through her head, but it felt like it was a long time ago. "Mmh... Damian...? How did you get in my bedroom..."

"Yeah, that's me. The door was unlocked - you're lucky I'm so magnanimous as to wake you first," Damian said, patiently amused. "Looks like you had quite a fun time with your catch last night. I'll let you get back to sleep in a second. Do you know where Kiise is? I need her for a job this morning."

"Liar... you picked the lock," Arietta grumbled, propping herself up and rubbing her temples with hands that were oddly sticky. "And no, I... mmh... wha..." She looked down at herself, taking stock of the mess of sensations she felt.

She was laying on a large wet spot on her sheets. Her nethers ached with the chafe of one too many solo sessions. She wasn't wearing her usual nightclothes - she wasn't wearing anything, just loosely covered with a blanket. Her body felt so heavy.

Memory slowly returned. She'd been wrapped up in late night study, disappointed that the trap hadn't sprung. But then, in the final minutes before the snaring spell dissolved - Kiise. It was Kiise she'd caught. And in the early hours of the morning, delirious with sleep deprivation mixed with the glee of having eaten Kiise, of feeling up Kiise's naked body in her belly...

"... shhhhit," Arietta groaned, squeezing her eyes shut and letting her head sink. "I got horny and stupid and digested her."

"Haha, so it finally happened?" Damian asked, his grin unflinching despite the news. "Yagra owes me thirty dragons, then."

"You bet on us eating- wait." Arietta peered over at Damian. "You bet on me?"

Damian shrugged, the lamia casually reclining in his own coils. "Kiise underestimated you. She thought you were just some sweet girl doing her a favor. I could see your hunger for her, even then. I just didn't think it would happen so soon. Maybe I underestimated you too, hm?"

"Your compliments always have a way of making me feel slimy," Arietta muttered. "... I'll go with you in her place, then. I just- I need to study my spellbook and get dressed. What did you need Kiise for?"

"Eye candy to make sure a deal goes well," Damian replied without hesitation. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "Think you can fit into one of her outfits?"

Arietta gave him a withering look. "A beanpole like me? In her streetwalker's clothes? There is no way I have the assets to pull off something like-"

"Kiise owed me a debt... one I can't collect now," Damian cocked an eyebrow. "Just saying."

Well. That changed things some. "I can... try it, I suppose," Arietta relented. "I'm really not the eye candy sort... And for your information, I'm completely nude underneath this blanket."

"And?" Damian's fanged grin belied no sympathy, and his greedy eyes watched the edge of the blanket. "Next time, lock your door if you want privacy."

Great, a walk of shame in my own house, Arietta moaned internally.

She got to her feet, finding her balance was a bit off. Eating a meal her own size like Kiise was always going to fatten her up, but she'd absorbed so much of this meal. The vigorous... activity she had engaged in as Kiise was being digested and processed probably helped, breaking Kiise down further so she could be more effectively absorbed. Fascinating for the purposes of her research, but something to be avoided for its practical consequences - the odds that any of her clothes besides her robes fit were slim to none, and she really could not afford a lengthy and costly visit to the tailor right now. Her thighs felt so thick and soft, though, rubbing together as she walked.

Damian gave a low whistle, his eyes fixed on her newly rounded ass as she bent to pick up the pile of Kiise's clothing where she'd left it by her desk. "Wow. Well, she sure was generous with her assets. I think you'll do just fine in her place."

"Like you would say anything different," Arietta muttered. Though, to be honest, having his eyes on her as she walked felt kind of... good, actually. A small smile stole its way onto her lips. Being so scrawny as she was, it was rare for her to ever draw much attention, and the expansion of her diet to include the occasional halfling or gnome had made little difference. She could get used to it.

And to her great surprise, Kiise's clothes did fit her now.

Well, ... mostly.

The bustier bit into her newly expanded breasts, which threatened to burst out of it at any moment. Around the waist, her belly muffined out from underneath the bottom hem of it. The tops of Kiise's thigh-high boots squished down her thighs, making her feel a bit like an overstuffed sausage.

... but as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't deny that she'd be magnetically drawn to the gorgeous creature she saw there. She bit her lip, twisting this way and that to admire herself. Even fondling her own assets, giddy with the plushness her bony body had acquired overnight.

"Mmm... yes, that will do quite nicely," Damian said from behind her, his hands roaming up her sides and making her shiver. "Ready to go, then?"

"No," Arietta said bluntly. A pressure in her lower belly was growing and could not be ignored forever. "Not unless this person you're dealing with is keen on watching me shit out some elf bones."

"Eh, you'd be surprised what people pay to see," Damian teased, but he released her, nudging her along. "Go on, then. And hurry up. I need to be done with this before our big job at the Yawning Portal this afternoon."

Any student of ingestion must inevitably also be conscious of what happens to food after the body is done with it. This was something Arietta was aware of, but it was far from her favorite field of study.

Still, as she sat down on the predator-friendly chamber pot and let her tired body relax for a few moments, she reflected that it was at least one last moment to spend with Kiise. Or at least what was left of her.

"All this time, I figured it would be the other way around, that you were just using me and I'd be your meal one day," Arietta muttered, resting her chin on one hand. "Guess I got lucky."

A sad, wet fart sputtered from her backside along with the first steaming stream.

"Heh. Don't be so bitter about it. At least I sent you to the highest heaven, hm?" Arietta grunted. She was having to strain a bit. "So be a good girl and mmmgh, move along..."

The first rancid log finally squeezed its way out of Arietta's ass, landing at the bottom of the pot with a splut.

Arietta sighed - it was coming easier now that it had begun. "... I know you're not going to be able to tell me about the highest heaven. Hells, I know you're not going there."

Bone clinked quietly against the ceramic of the pot. The eladrin woman's skull - half cracked - passed through and landed in a soft pile of shit that had once been its former owner's body.

"In the cold light of day, I realize you weren't a person worthy of that heaven, no matter how much I might have believed you perfect. Neither am I, to be honest."

A few smaller nuggets squeezed out.

"Perhaps it's best that my crush on you ended this way. One of us would have had her heart broken eventually. Better you than me, I'd say."

Arietta stood, grabbing a rag and wiping herself with it a moment before tossing it into the wastecloth hamper. "A part of me wants to keep what's left of you for sentimental reasons. But honestly, what is there to be sentimental about? That you were a feast of unparalleled flavor? No - waste is best left to the cesspool. Goodbye, Kiise. Thank you for the meal."

With that, she left the chamber pot behind and strode back out to meet up with Damian. "Let's be off already before I lose my nerve."

And there the stinking remains of Kiise sat, settling quietly in the pot. Waiting for their turn to be dumped into the cesspit...

The Yawning Portal...

Through one channel or another, the three adventurers here this afternoon had been assigned a mysterious job, one with very few details and an unclear payment plan. They were to meet their client at the table nearest the door.

Unfortunately for most of them... seated at that table was a certain lamia by the name of Meloon Wardragon, his eyes hungrily fixed on their party, a solid lump of something nestled in his tailgut...

"Hey Kii-... erm... Sorry, I mistook you for a friend," the kindly pink-haired barmaid began before smiling awkwardly at Arietta. "Wait, that's right! You're Kiise's roommate, aren't you? How is she?"

Arietta gave an equally awkward smile back, fidgeting nervously under the pretty girl's inquisitive stare. "She's... er... she let me borrow- um- we'll- ah... talk about her later."

Meloon tilted his head, eying Arietta in her new clothes - and with her new weight - with a cheshire cat's enigmatic grin. It made Arietta feel like a monster for eating Kiise and again for lying about it, and she shrank back from it, hiding behind the wall of cowfolk muscle that was lingering by the door.

"Just ignore him. He's not gonna try anything," Damian muttered to Arietta, slapping on an easy smile for Meloon and sauntering into the bar.

Arietta glanced up at her protector. Beileag looked down at her, her eyebrows raised. Is she scolding me or encouraging me...?

Uncomfortable. Not knowing what Beileag and Meloon were thinking was so uncomfortable. Being in the bar was so uncomfortable. It was unpleasantly loud and rowdy, with a barfight threatening to happen three tables away.

But at least Arietta wasn't dealing with all this alone. She had Damian and Beileag by her side, after all.

So, pulling up her new bustier, Arietta waded into the fray, following along behind Damian. He was going to lead her to enough money to continue her studies, after all. "It's so loud in here. Why do people like being in places like this?"