"So uh... that's where they went?" You asked, nothing but a small human, staring into the gullet of a titan ahead of you. He closed his mouth, wetting his lips with a soft slurp, letting you see the way the scales shifted against the speckled purple tongue.

"And don't worry. I'll pass you. It's not like I expect students to complete such large projects on their own." The drell explained in a matter of fact manner. He was standing across from the lecture hall counter you were standing on, the pair of you taking a private moment to discuss the lack of attendance of your partners for the past couple of days. He seemed so nonchalant, despite inciting pure terror into you after he revealed where your lab partners went, a one-way trip into Dorian's digestive tract. "I'm sorry that they had me eat them and didn't tell you though."

"Nah it's alright, I honestly should have seen it coming." You remark with a shake of your head. There was something that had awoken inside you now that this was happening though. You found yourself staring along the drell's body, focusing on his thighs.

"If it's any consolation, they were delicious." Dorian said, smiling at himself, remembering the meal fondly. Your stupor sank further as the thought of him eating them for good filled your mind. Your more rational part of your brain struggled to change the subject... or was it digging you deeper into this situation?

"Uh... I don't suppose you ate them recently? Maybe they could send over their notes since-" You cut your sentence midway as Dorian shook his head and chuckled.

"I'd be surprised if they could. I ate them at breakfast, and as I'm sure you've learned from that one volunteer the digestive systems section of xenobiology, not many survive this late into the day." Dorian gave his abdomen a pat, sending a visible shudder down your spine as you remembered it clearly, the drell eating up that volunteer student. Back then, he treated it only as science, an experiment, not even bothering to taste them and maintaining a professional air. But now, he was off of work, and free to enjoy his food as he saw fit.

As you thought about all of this, Dorian could see you staring, and adjusted himself, the devilish smirk drawing across his lips once more, the tongue gently peaking out before receding again. "S-sorry I... just this news and your reputation..."

"Haha, don't worry tidbit, I get it a lot." His calm, yet expressive tone told you that he wasn't exaggerating when he said a lot. That really didn't help you suppress your preyish nature. He knelt down in front of the table, his large dark eyes and white scaled face coming even closer to you. "Luckily for you humans, I have no problem with eating my students if they ask."

Your blush intensifies, and you can feel your face get warmer because of it. His expression turns to one of concern for a brief moment, as if to ask if he could pursue you as a snack as well. You smile, unable to resist his charm, not that you'd want to anyways. At this point, you shoot him a slightly pleading look, as if to tell him he had free reign to tease you as he wished. "I guess... we are pretty lucky."

Dorian smiled at you, and reached a hand up pointing at his mouth while his other arm rested on his knee. He sighed out, his breath smelling faintly of coffee, teasing you with a view inside. The flesh was a lighter kind of purple, straddling the line between violet and magenta. Scattered across the surface were speckles of blue, green, purple, and other spatters of what seemed to be paint. It glowed gently, turning the pathway just beyond the shifting tongue into a dim tunnel. It looked soft, wet, and incredibly inviting, like the blacklight drowned opening to a club here on the Citadel. "I was the lucky one when I met some art students. They were willing to let my insides be their final piece, and gave me quite the unique flesh decoration to treat my meals to."

You huffed a bit, now properly flustered. Your feet shuffled at the wooden table, looking up to the drell's face and swallowing to build up courage. "Can I see for myself?"

"Sure." Dorian said with ease and stood up tall. It seemed he was telling the truth earlier, eating his own students was as easy as anyone else. He held out his open hand to you, inviting you to climb atop the waiting palm. "But only if you buy me a coffee first."

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You sat atop his thigh, the drell getting himself a quiet, lonely spot on the couch in the school's coffee shop. You rested upon his lap, but only took up enough space to occupy one of the legs with your size. It seemed fairly vast to you, the whole thigh being a toned muscle, with a flattering helping of fat atop it. You could feel it shift under you as Dorian got comfortable, seated with a fancy latte in hand, and a datapad in another. "I appreciate the snack and coffee. I've got a long evening ahead of me since I gotta grade everyone's papers."

The way he looked at you when he said snack, confirmed your place in his world now. Your existence was intended to only be temporary at this point. He took a hearty sip of his drink from the mug, letting you watch his neck as the muscles beneath surged with each happy gulp. He let out a genuinely happy sigh once his swig was finished. With that taken care of, he pulled up your paper on the datapad, and pointed it at you, displaying very high marks, much to your surprise. "I had actually already graded yours. Was gonna ask you to make the necessary edits to publish your research paper buuuuut..."

Dorian moved the file into another folder by dragging his finger across the surface of the screen, casting your work aside from the rest of the class. "I guess I'll have to make those changes myself. It doesn't take a scientist to know that adipose can't exactly edit documents... Come to think of it, I don't think a single student who wrote a paper on the drell digestive system has survived to graduation. Huh."

You chuckle, feeling even smaller on his thigh as your hand curls nervously. You massage the spot your hand rested on, feeling the smooth texture of the drell's outfit shifting under your touch, kneading at the scales and fat and muscle below you. Dorian could feel this, and decided to press further. He pulled up his omnitool, and brought up the attendance roster. On it, you could see your classmate's names, the ones who had become breakfast for Dorian earlier. He made a slow show out of crossing their names out on the screen, and deleting them from the roster. They were no longer registered for the class, no longer statistics. The system had forgotten about them. He lingered over your name for a moment too, before smiling at you while he deleted it as well. "That's it then. You're no longer in my class, so you've got no future there. No publications or graduation in your future either, Only a few hours of falling apart in my stomach, and then the rest of my life as thigh fat."

The drell's hand gently slapped at the thigh next to you, letting out a soft smack as he chuckled. "What's the phrase? A moment on the lips, forever on the hips?"

He decided to let that hang in the air, with you sitting in dire anticipation at your soon to be gastric end, his hands rapidly adding comments and strikes through the paragraphs of papers. You stared at the wall ahead of you, the abdomen of the drell, piecing together where exactly his stomach would be, based on what you remembered from your studies. It seemed though, that you were about to find that out for yourself as Dorian's fingers came down around you once he was finished with his fourth paper. "I bet you would have done great as a scientist... but you'll be perfect as a few calories too. Don't have to worry about getting employed as food for me, despite having hundreds of others doing the same duty in my body, I always have availability for new... hires."

He held you aloft with two fingers, and twisted you around, so that your feet were pointing towards his mouth. He opened wide, closing the lips at your middle, with the upper lip kneading at your belly, and the lower pressing on your back. Your hands feel at the supple surfaces, the large scales that hid the flesh below. It felt perfectly smooth, and even comfortable as they kneaded on your body. You looked around the restaurant, seeing everyone going about their day, buisness as normal. Even on the closest table, there sat a salarian and asari. The salarian had two humans waiting on a plate and one on their way to his mouth, while the asari still had one left to eat. Similar scenes were repeated throughout the place. You were just one among many vanishing into an alien today.

This pleasurable realization was plastered on your face, evident by the smirk that grew on the lips around you from Dorian when you looked back to him, the big eyes giving you a knowing glare. Dorian reached to his mug with you still in his mouth, awkwardly bringing it to his lips, and taking a drink. Your face was washed in latte foam, the light, creamy substance washing around your body like you were a rock in rapids, flowing into the mouth, over the tongue, and down the gullet with a pulsing gulp. You could feel the tongue surge under you.

The torrent ended when the mug pulled away from the drell, though you wouldn't see it get very far before the lips let out a wet slurp with you sliding between their tight seal they had around you. You felt intense and yet comfortable pleasure as you passed between them, sprawling atop the humanoid tongue of the drell. You only had time to watch the tongue extend back out of the maw, sliding along the upper lip as Dorian slurped up the foam mustache left on the lip from his drink. It flicked the substance over you, and with no ceremony at all, ushered you back and over the tongue, with a simple and easy swallow.

"Ahhh." Was all Dorian had to say when he ate yet another living being. He expressed a very pleasant satisfaction before resuming grading papers, all the while you spilled down into his stomach.

The drell's stomach was a beautiful place. The walls themselves were reminiscent of the widow nebula that surrounded the Citadel. Though, instead of a misty bright pink glow and texture, it was a dim, darker magenta inside his stomach. The spattered pattern of the blacklight paint scattered along all surfaces, populating the walls in large clusters, all fitting the neon aesthetic perfectly. All of it curved into the fleshy, irregular dome of the organ, with a brown pool of the latte filling up to your waist. The stomach let out a growl and churn, welcoming you to your final destination. The stomach itself shifted as Dorian leaned back, crossing one leg with another as he got comfortable.

As the next two hours passed, you would shift about with each churn, merely an afterthought of Dorian who would only think about your fate as his snack. And he thought about it happily. With you completely eaten, your fate was sealed. The world moved on without you, unchanged by your presence inside the stomach, and even more so unchanged once you were digested. It was a slow and wonderful process, your melting body soaking in the coffee, falling apart with ease. So much ease that Dorian didn't even notice you had stopped moving in his middle as he was grading the last few papers. The next time you were thought about by Dorian, when he was unlocking his apartment and stepping into his home, your mush sloshing about in a disgusting fashion, hidden behind his handsome abdomen. He smiled as he remembered his meal fondly, before then disregarding your fate, and casually going about his evening like it were any other. To Dorian, it was.

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Ahhhh so now I finally have a drell character! For a really long time, I had wanted to get art of one and a character that  jordilianvector and I had in the works seemed perfect. He was responsible for many (most) of the story beats that are in the story above. The idea behind this guy is he's an irresistable professor of Xenobiology at the Citadel University. He's a fantastic teacher who has a bad (or good depending on who you ask) habit of making students want to become his food because he's one of my characters so of course he does.

I had decided to bite the bullet on getting one when I was playing Resident Evil 7, and came across a room covered in blacklight paint splatter, and thought "Hey that's a hot idea for a drell's insides." Can't really see it too well here as I wanted a more general idea of what he looked like outside first. Expect to see more of Dorian Ritoc in the future!

This is a fantastic piece of art was done by  Arctikah who was introduced to me by  silver470. Arc helped me design the character after I gave them the general idea of the color palette: white base with purple and gold accents. I absolutely love the outer, regal aesthetic with the darker shades awaiting inside.~ Thanks a ton for taking the time to read this, and thanks to Arc for working hard on drawing this picture! :D

Let me know what y'all think about seeing more drell stuff in the future. You're gonna get it regardless, I heckin love this guy :U