Rop felt the warmth of the harpy’s body enveloping her as she struggled to push deeper inside. The tight confines of the harpy's throat squeezed around her, making every inch feel like a monumental challenge. The sounds of Von panicking echoed in her mind, intertwining with the muffled growls and gurgles of the harpy's stomach.
“Okay, breathe,” Rop uttered to herself, half in anticipation and half as a mantra to steady her nerves. She


