You’re still reeling from the shock of being unwillingly turned into a protogen earlier — a strange, synthetic body that feels wrong, alien. Your mood’s already sour, bitter frustration bubbling beneath your skin as you try to adjust. And then Kaelith shows up.

Her golden eyes flash with mischief as she smirks down at you, her deep, warm voice dripping with teasing confidence. “Well, look at you. Think you’re quick enough to keep up with me? Cute.”

Before you can react, her long muscular tail lashes out, pinning you in place with effortless strength. She leans in close, her breath warm like a heated mist against your synthetic skin. “You fit just right…”

With shocking speed, her powerful jaws open wide, revealing smooth, strong throat muscles. Before you can even blink, she sweeps you up and pulls you into her mouth. The slick heat of her tongue and throat surrounds you as you slide deeper, the walls contracting gently but firmly, guiding you down.

Then, darkness and warmth flood your senses as her throat closes behind you with a soft, echoing thud. You’re swallowed whole, swallowed alive — utterly powerless.

Inside her belly now, the smooth, strong walls pulse rhythmically around you. You curl up bitter and annoyed, hands raised above your head, trapped in the snug, stretching cavern of her gut.

Her voice rumbles from above, amused and casually dominant. “Not going anywhere. You’re mine for the day — might as well get comfortable.”

You hear her pat her belly, the smirk obvious in the tone as she adds, “Protective, remember? I’m keeping you safe… in my own way."