The Reptilian Queen Part 2: Burning for Freedom

Rythandra yawned. She was being to get tired, both physically and mentally. Will, her meal, hadn’t been moving much, and while she was sure he was still alive, she wondered if he was alright. He was so vigorous before, and that was something she made sure of. The reptilian queen had fooled him into thinking she was making advances, then promptly swallowed him whole. She remembered the act fondly.
To tell the truth, she wasn’t totally against the idea of going through with that kiss and perhaps more. However, she would never say that she regretted eating him instead. Rythandra gripped her shoulders and delighted at the thought of how she forced him into the confines of her body, and about how he’d struggled as he was still in her throat even after she closed her mouth.
While Ryhtandra’s technique did rile him up, Will seemed to have calmed down, causing the reptilian queen to get a bit bored. She returned her attention back to the outside of her stomach rather than the inside, rubbing her hands across its smooth surface like before. Little did she know that William Prost had far from given up. On the contrary, he was hatching a plan that would almost certainly free him.
William Prost was a self-proclaimed adventurer and explorer, and thus he knew a great deal about survival. He knew how to make rain-proof shelter; he knew how to purify water; he knew what he could and couldn’t eat. One of William’s greatest strengths, though, was making fire. This was what he’d chosen for his escape. If he could burn Rythandra from the inside, there was a good chance that she’d let him out.
It wasn’t an easy thing to do, though. The stomach of the reptilian queen was far from dry, and he didn’t have much to work with. Certain supplies were taken away when the guards apprehended him. They’d taken his knife, his rope, and even his matches, but they didn’t know to take away a certain chemical he brought with him. Will had fire-starting gel that consisted of potassium nitrate, powdered sugar, and petroleum jelly kept inside a small bag. The best part; it only needed a spark to start. He had everything he needed, although just barely.
There would be enough oxygen, as Will wasn’t afraid of getting a bit smokey. The only fuel that he had was the shirt on his back, which he gladly removed. He adjusted himself to give the shirt a bit of room and then put the gel on the garment. The adventurer grabbed the rocks that he found in Rythandra’s belly, took a deep breath, and banged them together with his robust arms.

Rythandra rested a neatly clawed hand on her cushiony breasts which sat on her gut. She’d just noticed a bit of motion within her vast stomach and giddily anticipated more. The reptilian queen impatiently played with her ornate navel piercing, which had now spread out considerably. The four talons were now much further apart, while the bead in the center was almost swallowed up by the vast pit of her belly button. There was a strange sensation within her stomach, one which she’d never felt before. ‘This man is full of surprises,’ she thought to herself.
It began as a simple tingling. However, as it grew, the reptilian queen contemplated it with less elation and more concern. It was starting to get warm, then it was starting to get hot. The heat began to spread from one spot and instead started to permeate her entire abdomen. She yelped as she realized what was happening. Smoke flowed up her throat, causing her to hack and cough. What was she going to do?
The only solution was to try and get it out. Rythandra grabbed her bloated and irritated belly and squeezed it. She’d gotten up off of her bed and leaned over as she opened her mouth to expel the contents of her stomach. With a great gagging noise, the reptilian queen’s throat muscles flexed and William began moving up. As soon as he could, he thrust his arms up and pulled on the sides of Rythandra’s mouth. Within moments, Will, alongside several other objects, was ejected from the reptilian’s gullet.
Rythandra keeled over, clutching her midriff in agony. The stabbing pain within her abdomen was unbearable, and every single movement she made caused it to sting hotly. A few feet from her, Will was lying down on cold stone floor. He wheezed and coughed from the smoke that had entered his lungs. Although he was exhausted and dripping with sweat and fluids not belonging to him, he was finally free. The surface of the ground was soothing to his steaming-hot skin. His shirt ended up being a rather good source of fuel, although he wished he had some protection for his torso. His rugged muscles had a few burns on them, but were otherwise alright.
Prost looked over at his captor and prison; she was groaning with pain unlike she’d ever felt. It was certainly a lot of pain for her to go through. Suddenly, William started to feel pity. If the circumstances were different, perhaps her stomach would have been more enjoyable, but he had to take desperate measures. It was a life or death situation, and he did what he had to do. Now, however, she seemed to be the victim more than he did.
Will snapped back to the situation. He was dead-tired, so there was no way he was going to escape the village right now. He had to rest. There was an equally small chance he was going to give the reptilian queen total freedom, as well. He tore some of the drapes surrounding the bed and tied her arms and legs together. Rythandra provided no resistance as her limbs were tied together. She was slipping out of consciousness and into a much less painful state of mind.
After finishing his job, the adventurer sat on the bed. It was unbelievably comfortable. He flopped over and nearly fell asleep. His conscience wouldn’t let him, though. He looked over at Rythandra, who was lying on the cold, hard floor. It wasn’t fair to her. As much as his aching muscles disagreed with him, William got up and hoisted the reptilian up by the arms. He dragged her over to the soft mattress. Will pulled her onto the bed and got onto the opposite side. He was truly exhausted now, but he felt a bit better about what he’d done. He fell asleep without any further thoughts.

To be continued...