I could feel twelve presences appearing from the tunnel that leads to this room and yet, that wasn't even the main thing on my mind.
The main thing I was thinking about was the position I was in. To say that I felt uncomfortable would be the biggest understatement ever.
The air inside Tavros's mouth was thick, hot, humid, and clung to my skin like another layer of clothes. It also smelled unmistakably alive.
He didn't breathe that often but when he did, each breath would rumble around me as if I were standing inside a living cavern.
The surface beneath my feet, his large tongue, was warm and slick.
It was dark, obviously. But it was so dark that every hint of light had been swallowed. It was the kind of darkness where even if you held your hand in front of your face, it wouldn't make a difference.
I could hear the movements going on inside his body. The beating of his heart. The way his organs shifted. Even the sound of his blood cells traveling throughout his body.
