Time for another vore story! This time you are in the perspective of a traveler enjoying the scenery when you scare of a naga's dinner. But she will not go hungry, because there is another meal in her reach (You)

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The marshes of the Jungle were beautiful this time of night. The moonlight shimmering on the water, the sounds of animals, the splashing of fish and other animals in the water… simply peaceful. I saw the thick jungle around the marsh and wondered what could be hiding in the ferns and grasses: Hopefully nothing bigger than a macaw. Eventually, I ran out of marsh and was walking through the jungle undergrowth. The brush around me was thick and I was nervous something was going to jump out at me. I soon heard running water: there was a river or stream nearby. I followed my ears and sure enough, there was a large stream nearby. The stream flowed through banks of gravel and large rocks, making my barefoot walk to the water painful. Once I reached the water, I looked around to make sure nothing was hiding in the grasses or the trees. I did not see anything, but I was still wary in case something was hiding beyond my sight.

I knelt to drink from the stream, but as I sipped the clear water I heard a sound downstream. I followed the flow to the banks of a river, were I heard something in the grass. I hid and steeled myself for battle, but it was only a gazelle coming for a drink like I was. As I rose from my hiding spot, the gazelle was startled by my presence and ran back into the jungle. I looked around, making sure nothing had followed me. I could not see anything, but I felt like something was watching me. I reached into the river to drink from it, but I heard something disturb the grass behind me. I turned and walked into the tall greenery, wondering what was back there. As I walked deeper into the grass, I found myself completely lost. I heard the grass stir as something moved behind me. I was being followed, but by what? I got my answer when a thick, scaly tail wrapped around me, everything but my neck and head buried in coils. Then I saw their owner: A female naga, far larger than I was. If I were to wrap my arms around the thickest section of her coils, my fingertips would barely touch. Her smooth scales rubbed against my skin as she shifted her coils to hold me tight. Then I saw her upper body: the anthropomorphic form of a snake. Her torso and arms were human-like, but scaly skin covered them like with the rest of her body. Her head was that of a snake, a python to exact. She spoke to me in a gentle, yet frustrated voice:

“Well well, look what I found. Another mammal came to the river to drink?” Before I could respond, she continued. “That gazelle there was going to drink too, and I was going to eat it for my weekly meal. But you startled it and my dinner ran off into the jungle, out of my reach. It is not all bad, though: you were right there, a warm blooded creature just drinking unaware. All I needed to do was spark your curiosity. Since you scared away my dinner…” She moved her face up to mine. “I guess I have to eat you.” I struggled in her coils, but her smooth, scaly embrace held me firm: There was no escape. The more I struggled, the more her coils tightened. “Why are you struggling? There is nothing you can do to escape me. I’m sorry, but I have to eat or I will go hungry. You would not want a gorgeous creature like me to starve, would you?”

I realized that she was right: she needed to eat and I am the best meal in her reach. There was no point in fighting. I stopped struggling and relaxed my body, the smooth coils loosening into a comfortable embrace. “There you go, just relax… come inside…” The naga opened her mouth wide and started her meal, my head vanishing into her body. Her mouth started to widen, her jaw extending to accommodate her meal. She walked her jaws over my shoulders effortlessly, her gripping teeth digging into my skin to keep me from trying to pull myself out her maw. Her throat pulled me in as I slipped deeper. She walked her jaws over my torso, my arms upper arms pinned to my sides. Her coils loosened more as her throat took over the role of restraining me. My arms were useless at this point, there was no going back: only deeper inside the naga’s body. She walked her jaws to my waist, the inward contractions of the throat helping her consume me. I was halfway gone, my upper body a bulge slowly descending into the naga’s body. As I slid deeper into her gullet, I was soaked in saliva and held firm by the smooth muscles. She unwrapped her coils from my legs and lifted her head until my feet pointed to the sky. She swallowed, my legs sliding into her body with gravity’s aid. With another swallow, only my bare feet were visible: the rest of me was a bulge in her neck and upper body. She swallowed again, my feet slipping into her throat. She closed her mouth and swallowed again, her neck making an S as the throat muscles forced me into her upper stomach.

As I settled into her upper stomach, the naga yawned, setting her jaw back into its normal position. “Ahh... only just starting your journey and already you have proven yourself to be a satisfying meal. I think I need to celebrate this…” She started to sway her body from side to side and back and forth, dancing to celebrate her latest meal. I felt every motion, every sway of her body as I hung upside down in her body. I was soaked in saliva and restrained by the smooth muscle. I felt disoriented as my blood traveled to my head and the sways of the naga’s dances only worsened the feeling. Then she swallowed deeply mid sway, her gullet squeezing me deeper into her lower body. Her lower coils formed an S to help force he down her saliva lubricated esophagus: I was trapped inside warm, smooth, wet muscle supported by a flexible skeleton wrapped in snakeskin, a barely visible bulge moving deeper and deeper inside a living tomb. As I was swallowed, I heard the naga’s heartbeat as I passed by. I could only imagine how it must be working to keep the naga alive and well. I wonder how her body will adjust in order to digest me.

Eventually, I slid into the naga’s lower stomach, which welcomed me with a gurgle. My entire body was forced inside my final resting place and I was then squeezed in a firm hold by the stomach muscles. The stomach began to knead me, starting the slow process of digestion. My senses were going crazy: I felt the smooth muscle of the stomach walls pressing down on me, as well as the fluids covering me. I heard gurgling sounds from the stomach starting its work, as well as the naga breathing with their lower lung. “Mmm, that feels good… you are very satisfying for your size. I will enjoy digesting you…” The naga started to slither, causing me to feel the muscle in her body move to carry her along as well as the kneading of the stomach. After awhile, her body started to move in a serpentine fashion. She was swimming across the river, moving to find a place where she could digest me in peace. She soon started to slither again until after awhile she stopped. Her body moved into a resting position: she had found a place to rest. “Get comfortable in there, my meal: you are going to be in there for a while. My body will need a few days or a week to claim you as my nourishment. Just relax and let my stomach work. You’re all mine.” I had no other choice then to do as she asked. I relaxed as my skin started to tingle and the stomach muscle continues to knead me. I closed my eyes to the sounds and feelings of the naga’s body working. I was indeed all hers...