Forget it. You're just food now. The fact that you haven't struggled since she swallowed you means you have accepted that. "Sure... no hard feelings," you say as another gulp of wine rains down on you. "How did I taste?"
She pauses, you suspect because she was taken by surprise by the question. It takes her nearly a minute to respond, all the while her stomach is squelching all around you. "Delectable. Honestly, you're the tastiest person I've ever eaten." For some reason you blush. It's a strange compliment, but one you're glad to receive. The pool of acids has risen, submerging your entire lower half in the digestive juices. As the stomach groans and churns louder with each passing minute you know that soon you'll be broken down into nutrients and fat for this woman. The acid is hot and tingly where it meets your skin, but never painful. It's like a sizzling hot spring all around you.
The stomach walls begin to grind at you and, no longer caring for your dignity, you begin to finger yourself as digestion intensifies. From outside the elf woman can hear your moaning over the gurgling of her gut. "You seem to be enjoying yourself in there," she smirks.
You're too into it to respond. You continue to pleasure yourself, unsure how long has passed since you were devoured, and you no longer care. You want this. You need it. Your entire life, experiences, friends, accomplishments, has all led up to now, stewing in an elf's gut, and you're fine with it. It's what you were meant for, and that thought is the one that finally causes you to climax inside her stomach.
The orgasm blasts through you like the most pleasurable bolt of lightning, powerful to drown out even your own digestion. Your body's euphoric convulsions shake the elf's belly and she lets out a massive, echoing belch into the surrounding forest before you finally slump back down, submerged up to your neck in acids, the last of your strength spent. She lets out another, tiny belch and presses her hand against her gut. "Excuse me." She feels that her stomach has softened significantly after working on you for so long, and she gives a passing rub of farewell over her massive belly. "Thank you, Draenei," she whispers. "Your... cooperation meant a lot more than I expected it to."
You stroke her stomach walls one last time. "I never thought... I'd be food..." you respond. "But... I'm glad... you enjoyed me..."
She doesn't give a response, but you're almost certain you heard a sniffle over the thunderous noises of digestion. You hope that the rest of her research goes well before you close your eyes and succumb completely to her digestive tract.
Over the rest of the day and into the evening the blood elf observes her slowly shrinking stomach, now soft and rounded out as its occupant is reduced to nutrients. She snaps her fingers and a notebook appears in her hand in which she writes everything she can remember about your flavor, your build, and your attitude. She records your digestion hour by hour, poking, prodding, and rubbing her sloshing belly as it slowly reduces in size until, late at night, the only trace that remains of you is a tiny potbelly and a growing pressure in her behind.
You let yourself be eaten, but at least you helped advance science... of a sort...
