Drinking

Then the games were over and it was down to business. Knowing the thick walls of her stomach could handle the miniscule shards of glass from the bottles, the giantess simply threw her head back, opened her mouth wide, and tossed back the potions—containers and all—onto her tongue. She chewed the contents free and felt the sharp tingles of magic wash over her tongue. She swallowed and felt the jumble of fluids burn like fine liquor down her long esophagus, then splash into her stomach.

“Yes!” The huge woman cried. Her tone was ripe with pleasure, the effects of the magic stirring her insides and making her wet between the lower lips. It felt surprisingly erotic to have so much magic coursing through her veins and soaking into her cells. “Ohh, yeah! I can—mmmnm—feel it working!”