“Leave my bag alone!” You try to say.

Dervish looks from the bag to you and back to the bag and nods.

Hunny begins to stir, moaning softly as she slowly regains consciousness. She shifts her hips slightly, grinding against you as if unaware or unconcerned about your presence. That feels really good -

But no! Focus! Dervish's gloved fingers brush against the cover of the grimoire, the leather protecting him from the curse. He takes the tome and places it in your magic bag of… something or other and then he frowns as he realises the bag is larger on the inside than it should be. He looks from the bag to you and Hunny, considering. Is he thinking about putting the both of you in the bag!?

He seems to be weighing his options, and you can feel the tension in the air. Finally, he approaches you and Hunny and puts the bag over Hunny's head. He tugs and pulls and jerks and strokes and cajoles the magic bag slowly down and over the contours of her shapely body.

You watch in shock as Hunny disappeared salaciously into what seemed to be the mouth to an extra dimensional space that was not inside the bag. No. That’s a Bag Mouth you think. The bag seems to twist and undulate in gobbling motions, rippling over the curves of her ample breasts and hips, her arms pinioned helplessly at her sides, her tiny hands clutching in spasmodic excitement, then the barn contorted over her pert buttocks, out protruding lithe legs wriggling, the forgotten strap on moving like a shark’s fin through the leather sack. You struggle to remember ... something… there was something about that bag. Like how it was hungry. A bag of… something… mouthing? Holding? Spitting? Swallowing? Gargling? No. Those weren’t it.

Then he does the same to you. You find yourself falling atop Hunny in the bag amongst your items. You struggle against your restraints, but they hold tight. Dervish's voice echoes through the bag as he speaks to Hunny and you. "You both will serve me well," he says, "and I will make sure that you are both well taken care of." You can feel Hunny's breath on your face, and you can hear her muffled moans, held captive with you in the bag.

Dervish's voice grows louder as he speaks to you. "You will both be my personal playthings, and I will use you both for my pleasure whenever I feel like it. You will be my slaves… but you will be quiet if you don’t want to attract some wandering monster.”

Devouring. Bag of devouring. Oh shit. That’s not good.