Page 2/2 of a pov comic commission for Cuteamena!
 
Here’s the rest of the story Starsage wrote for this:
 
The tongue beneath you gave way to the folded, velvet like flesh of the throat, a view down into it showing the opening to the lungs closing up, the air stopping its motion, as you slide down into it, the motion of the muscles, a sharp counterpoint to the soft flesh around you, forcing you down, pulling from the front, pushing from behind, as he takes you into him.
 
You feel it now, the power of his body. The beating of his heart translated through the surrounding flesh, shaking you with its every beat, as the sound of the swallow gives it a strange tune like quality, like a living musical instrument, one that is soon accompanied by roaring bellows, as you pass the point where his lungs are, and he breaths in again, pressing you tightly from both sides.
 
And then farther down, the blood, the heartbeat, the swallow, and the breathing, all you now, all you sense, before you come closer to another noise, one with a baser sound, a deeper meaning. The gurgle of an empty stomach. You soon find yourself pressed into the sphincter, a closed valve of flesh, one that does not yield, even as the pressure from behind you increases, squeezing you between them.
 
All at once, the valve finally bursts, and you are tossed into the stomach, landing with a splat along the floor of it, the skin and muscle here, so much different than tongue or throat, softer, and covered in a slime that feels warm to the touch, as you roll along it, getting your body covered in it, before coming to rest at the far wall. Laying there, feeling…oddly safe as nothing burns or tingles on your skin, you are suddenly shaken about by a rumble, as air is blasted from the stomach outside, as Sombra’s maw opens, and he lets loose a Belch, showing his satsifaction with his meal.