admittedly. i also have a very small snippet of this… but im hiding it here ……🫣🫣
N.euvillette focused his reach on the water portion of the tea sitting in W.riothesley’s stomach. With his ability and authority over hydro, he could easily command it, make it less painful for the duke.
All this tea he drank… it was an abundant amount, no doubt. He winced at the realization that the duke’s current predicament was no doubt his fault, and he needed to ensure more caution in the quantity of what he buys as gifts in the future.
He felt his train of thought abruptly cut off as he felt a slight rumble. But.. he wasn’t touching anything. There was no earthquake. Unless…he was using the water itself as an extension of his hands, to further his sense of feel. But that would be….
“-Monisuer,” W.riothesley cooed, “Everything alright? You seem pretty deep in concentration.”
N.euvillette paused, snapping back to reality. “Please do not worry. It’s just that I can… feel around, for lack of a better term, more than I thought I would.”
W.riothesley perked up. “Huh. You sound pretty surprised for someone with ultimate authority, you know”
“That is not what I meant,” N.euvillette corrected. “My surprise is mostly a result of what I’m feeling.”
“And what would that be?”
For some, inexplicable reason, this caused the dragon to freeze up. He was certain of what the sensations he felt - no, what the water felt - were. The strange ridges must be the duke’s stomach lining. The ambient rumbling, his digestion. The unidentifiable, goop-like objects, his lunch.
Well, most of them. As for the pounding, consistent beat, he was unable tell if it was W.riothesley’s or his own beating heart.
Suddenly, he felt another: A strange compressing feeling, accompanied by an angry gurgle. He looked down at W.riothesley’s stomach to find a curious hand pressed against it’s curve.
”Feel that?” The wolf man teased.
“V-very much indeed…” N.euvillette stammered, taken aback by the man’s brazen act. He felt his ears heating up.
W.riothesley open his mouth the peak, only to burp instead, and rushed to stifle it with his fist. “Sorry. Seems like the gas was pretty trapped in there.”
“Mr. W.riothesley… please, tell me, why do you insist on agitating your stomach further? I thought our current goal was to reduce your pain.”
“Oh, that’s simple, really,” the duke exclaimed, clasping his hands together and leaning his head forward. “I enjoy seeing your reaction more than I feel discomforted by the pain. That’s all.”
N.euvillette couldn’t bring himself to utter a response as he watched the other man grab the half-finished tea on his desk and down it one gulp. Instead, he steadied himself as he felt it pool inside W.riothesley’s already crowded gut.
He felt the contents inside of the man’s stomach shift around, desperately trying to find some space, some relief from the immense pressure. If W.riothesley had anything more to say, he wasn’t able to get it out, on account of all the sudden belches that escaped his mouth.
N.euvillette could easily stop, focus his power somewhere else, but he didn’t wish to. Something about feeling the inside of W.riothesley’s belly and its digestion process just felt so intimate, especially as he continued to upset his tummy further. It also didn’t help the man’s guts were already loud enough on their own.
A strange thought formed inside the judge’s head. Is this… what it would be like to be inside his stomach? An incredibly self indulgent one, he admitted to himself. But if this was just a sampling of what it would be like, well… perhaps N.euvillette would like to spend some time in the most secure cell of all in the fortress, of his volition.