The Redhead’s Sacrifice

Felix woke up with a headache. One moment, he was in a carriage when he witnessed a runaway pursued by a group of guards. Then, he recalled his transport being tripped when he lost consciousness to being grappled.



Looking around, Felix felt bound on a boat. His eyes glanced at his surroundings, being the shore of an isle. Riddled with a mess of broken boats, some of them with bite marks. Others, full of crying voices, screaming where they are.



It wasn’t long until he heard a loud stomping grow louder. At a distance, he saw a visible woman, naked in chiseled muscle and auburn hair. A gigantic woman whose steps grew closer, as they thumped. Exposing her massive chest from above her massive feat, also showing her unshaven pubes and moist pussy.



From above, the giantess gazed below to Felix. A ‘micro’ who couldn’t get out of his binds by the time her massive hand descended to his prison. Lifting the boat the man was bound to, her fingers plucked at the stray wooden hull itself.



By the time his cage is pulled to the ropes, was when Felix is brought to the giantess’s face, her emerald eyes gazing at the bound man as she licks her lips. Moving the bound man to her tongue, the giantess lavished him with her saliva, moistening the mortal fearing for his life, as her tastebuds rubbed his exposed skin, while her sharp teeth tore the rope that bound Felix himself.



He couldn’t even flail out, fear of the giantess’s heavy grip on him slipping. Or descending to the hot breath of the giantess’s mouth, when Felix is brought out of the giantess’s maw. Lavished with spit, clothes half-torn by the teeth. The fragile man is lowered down by the smiling red-haired giantess’s hand.



Felix felt relieved he wasn’t going to be treated as food to this mythical giant, or beauty. When her hand paused at the hairy pubes of her vulva. Pubes that widened a bit with the giantess’s massive fingers, crossed an opening. Exposing a moist, flesh tunnel. He couldn’t even break free, fearful of the height hanging below him, as Felix was pushed deep into the giantess’s vagina.



Past the moist lips of her hairy nethers, until her finger pressed him at the maw of a muscular ring, the hole Felix barely avoided by the side. Leaving him buried in the walls between the giantess’s muscular valve, and her vagina. Leaving the sexually ingested mortal to share company with the giantess’s loud and growling body, her flesh howled in agony above him. When Felix noticed another person nearby clinging to the same wall he’s buried in.



Said shriveled body gazed at him in surprise, their appearance hard to identify at first glance. Felix noticed he looked tired as if he had been here for a long while, with how the person recoiled from Felix’s initial presence.



“I guess you’re another lucky offering, who avoided feeding the guardian’s maternal hunger.” The survivor said, his voice rasping at the humid atmosphere. As he clung to the neck of the muscular valve, Felix was buried in.



“You think we can be safe here? And what about escape?” Felix asked, even as they heard the ominous crunching of ships being chewed on from the outside.



“It’s useless to think of that.” Wheezed the worn survivor beside Felix. “Either it’s too high of a fall at day, or she keeps her opening sealed at night. Nighttime is especially a harsh place to live through to us lucky sacrifices.”



“Sacrifices?” Felix asked as he shuddered in fearful thought on what the word could mean to them. The survivor laughed bitterly at him.



“Why otherwise? We’re the offered crop to that monstrous guardian, in exchange for our town not being consumed in one gulp. Like those enemy bandits that try to raid our farmlands, donating most of our crop to satisfy the giant’s hunger.” Hearing a growl above him, Felix could already hear the faint cries of pain rippling above him. His thoughts drifted to the survivors unfortunate enough to be swallowed alongside the ship.



“Consider yourself lucky you’re even here as anyone who comes upon her shores is either sent down her maw. Or shoved here in her vulva. Either to marinate in her sexual fluids before being consumed outside or pushed through that valve we’re clinging to…”



A valve they still clung to, the entry dripping in fluid. A valve that Felix shuddered would have swallowed him whole, and sexually if he wasn’t so fortunate as a thought crossed his mind. Much to the smirk of the imprisoned survivor.



“And before you ask; don’t think it’s safer going deeper inside that guardian entity’s sex, to avoid being her food. I’ve heard her womb process everyone that got pushed through here, just as hard as the stomach above us…”



It was those words that barred Felix from pushing his hand deeper into that muscular valve. Leaving his fingers with a sticky fluid, that felt almost like a drip of cum-like texture. A fluid the survivor moved to lick feverishly.



“Sorry for sucking your fingers. But that fluid’s the only nourishment you’ll get here, is the lactating fluids from her cervix. Don’t know how long I’ve got to live out of this, before I lose my grip on this tight chamber we’re in.”



Felix didn’t know how long they were left clinging to this tight prison they were stuck in. His only assured sanctuary, another tomb to die under. Or above in their case, as the sounds above him continued to howl and gurgle from the ingested food.



He didn’t know if they were sounds right above him, or roughly where the giantess’s stomach would have been. As their sanctum shifted in a rubbing motion. No doubt their guardian is walking to continue plucking at the sent ‘offerings’. Felix thought of the patrolmen hunting that fugitive, who must have decided to make him as their sacrifice. Even if Felix thought that doing so could have brought a border dispute, given his high position in society. When he heard another squelch move below him. As massive fingers wormed their way towards the retreat he and the survivor were stuck in.



Felix tried to cling to the tight valve of that giantess’s maternal opening. When he felt fingers push him out of his lifeline to a dangerous outside world.



“Sorry, pal. Appreciate the company, but I’d rather live than you. So, goodbye, marinated offering…” The survivor said, as in desperation he pushed Felix out from his slippery grip. Right into the nipping fingers of the giantess, whose two fingers gripped at the doomed mortal, pulling him out of her sexual tunnel to the cold atmosphere of a dawning sunset.



Lifting him to the gaze of the red-haired giantess. Whose muscular body hovered above him, her smile turned to a wide yawn. Her eyes looked at Felix in disinterest, as his exposed body was lowered to her gaping tongue.



In desperation, he tried to worm his way out of her tight grip. But he was useless to flail his body out, as he was pressed to the bumpy texture of the giantess’s tongue. That drooled and rubbed all over his exposed, and moistened skin of all the sexual fluid dripping on his body before his entire flesh was covered in drool.



He tried to move to one of the giantess’s massive teeth. But all he saw was her maw close to darkness. The maw he’s in lifted, as her tongue lifted his every attempt to grab into something as a muscular pressure pushed Felix downwards.



Pressure, that turned peristaltic. As with one massive GULP! Felix was swallowed by the giantess’s throat as food. Pushing the ‘tiny’ human down her throat in a slow, agonizing descent. Her stomach acted more like a ‘water’ slide, with the pushed-down saliva lubricating Felix’s descent into that ingested bulge. A few seconds later, he was pushed into a massive, humid chamber filled with noxious gasses.



Filled with the dying wails of the myriad of pulverized carcasses and marinating shipwrecks below Felix. As he bounced on landing in the giantess’s digestive tract. Covering him with the drooling stomach acids spilling from her digestive tract.



Of which, he spotted hundreds of humans just like Felix. Prey who are in the process of liquifying in the pool of acid raining above them. Screaming in pain as they desperately clung to life he saw, as Felix was flung to the bubbling ‘chyme’ of processed food consisting of a kneaded blend of skulls, pulped wood and dying beings.



He tried to climb up from the mass, only to be pushed deeper into the melting knot of ‘chyme’, by arms melting into bone, taking one last grasp for futile survival. Ensuring poor Felix would drown in the digestive broth, that was part of the red-haired giantess’s consumed meals.



In a way, it was fortunate he drowned in the sinking descent of her stomach. Before he could cry in agony at being crushed and kneaded by the processed chyme. As the mass is pushed into her howling intestines, sucking at the liquified ‘chyme’ like a child. In the end, all he could think of in a dying dream. Is that their all but food in the end.



Damned food, as his dissolved brain matter stirred with the rest of the processed meat being slurped by the hungry virii of the red-haired giantess’s digestive tract and blood system…

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By the time morning came. After a ritual of swallowing offerings and harvesting animals on her lair of an isle, did the giantess wake to the primal need to relieve herself.



An instinct she obeyed, as she stepped to a widened chasm stained with dirt, as her anus released drops of fresh excrement, to the hollowed mountain. Expelling waste that will in time, break down to the soil being buried within the isle. Serving as a fresh bed for more mushrooms and fauna, for the wildlife to gaze at. Before they too, become gazed by the boundless hunger of the resident giantess



Of which, all those offerings sent to the isle were but a small blend, compared to the wildlife ingested, or that one town she was offered to hunt down for consumption. A thought the giantess licked in anticipated thought, as she gazed at a distance, where she tasted some unfamiliar meat. A distance that promises a fresh bounty of meat to fuel her diet. Along with maybe, another vector for offerings by those tasty meals called ‘humans’.



‘Maybe I’ll swim west?’ Thought the giantess, her mouth drooling for more fresh meat to inhale as she walked towards the shore. Stretching her chiseled arms for the day, she sank her hardened toes towards the ocean shore.



As the giantess swam, her mindset shifted to pure hunting mode. Her mind thought of a distant land promising a fresh wellspring of unaware wildlife, about to descend into her stomach, and sex if worth ingesting instinctively, as her eyes gazed at a stray boat.



The hunt begins, a thought the red-haired giantess smiled on. As her guts howled for the ‘fish’ floating above the seas and below the lands. A thought that will be followed by fulfilling bounties, sent to her lair by the time the merciful giantess is done, hunting for prey…