Demeter Is Hungry And She Strikes a Bargain
Demeter is hungry as hell when Helen comes by her throne. Helen is an unfortunate lady whose horse dumped her and left her in the icy wastes. Helen is going to freeze to death before she makes it anywhere warm, so Demeter offers her comfort and warmth inside her belly as food. Helen figures she can freeze to death and be food for whatever predator comes out here, or she can meet her end in Demeter. So she chooses the latter.
Demeter very much enjoys her lunch, swallowing her down slowly and taking her time settling Helen inside her stomach. Once the last gulp sends her prey's head down her throat, she relaxes on her throne and lets her supernatural stomach welcome its newest gift of nutrition. Helen, meanwhile, receives the promised warmth and refuge from the biting cold.
A snowstorm hits and temperatures plunge, but Demeter's stomach keeps Helen insulated as it groans mightily and pumps waves of acid all over her body. She is completely caught by surprise when the gastric juices seep into her flesh and induce a state of calm rather than burning agony. She instantly realizes that this predator subdues its prey by incentivizing surrender rather than triggering a pain-survival instinct to struggle and fight. In fact, the more she moves, the less soothing it feels. When she stops, the acid coating her body drives her further into a relaxed state.
Demeter rubs her belly while it squelches and kneads her mortal prey, keeping her warm in the terrible creeping cold. Her tummy purrs as it keeps making more acid to massage into her meal, thoroughly saturating her and softening her muscles and bones. Helen becomes more limber and compliant as she's squeezed ever tighter, until Demeter's acids start to bubble and hiss, now gently nibbling away at her flesh. Helen soars into a state of bliss as she starts being digested in earnest. Somewhere along the way Demeter can hear a muffled plea to dissolve more of her. She rubs her belly and tells her prey that she will be digested completely. Her stomach rumbles with bubbling acid now working furiously in a swirling vortex of hunger and fulfillment of her needs, until Helen joyfully finishes melting away into a thick protein soup.
The storm rages as the Olympian mistress of season's gut starts to pump the nutrient-rich mush into her coiled depths for a long and thorough harvest. Helen is lost in a journey of ecstasy and protective warmth as her body diminishes in a sensual trip through Demeter's greedy intestines. The consumption of Helen is absolute, leaving nothing for her bowels. Helen is surprised to experience the complete conversion of all that she is into calories and magic