Sylph's Inn

Charlie was exhausted. It had been about two days since he and his partners had split up, and he had been running every time he thought he heard something behind him. Of course, carrying a bag of stolen items over a shoulder didn't make that any easier. Who would've thought that one robbery could cause all of this? The strange thing was that the villagers didn't even seem to be attacking them, just forcing them out into the jungle...breaking them apart...as though they were leaving punishment to something else.
"Haw," he laughed at the thought, "like anythin' in this stupid forest could hurt us. Long as we have our six-shooters, Joe an' the others'll be fine, an' so will I,"
Despite his confidence, though, he needed food. His share of the loot was pretty, all right, but he couldn't very well eat it. They had planned to quickly rob the bakery on their way out for rations, but that idiot Larry had to shoot the guy, and there had only been one small loaf of bread left...
He sighed. How big was this damn forest, anyway!? Just when he was about to scream with frustration, something came into view...and it wasn't another tree. As he moved closer he could make out a decently-sized building surrounded by trees, bearing a headboard that read "Sylph's Inn".
As soon as he saw that it was an Inn, Charlie sprinted to it. Visions of food, drink, and a nice soft bed filled his mind and he had all he needed to pay for it! Not even wanting to stop to open the door, he simply shoulder tackled it open with ease, and looked for the reception desk.
"Whoa, there, big boy," a sultry voice spoke, "I'm right here. What do you need?"
Charlie turned towards the voice and beheld the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her vivid orange hair held the elegance of a flame as it drifted up behind her and framed her bright violet eyes, and her whole body seemed to radiate some exotic energy. She was wearing a purple jacket that would have been very professional had it not been unbuttoned so far that Charlie had difficulty making himself scan the rest of her. Her bottom half was hidden behind the counter, to his disappointment.
"I don't suppose you're here for a room?" she asked, tilting her head coquettishly, "Most people coming into an Inn are, and business has been good lately..."
Charlie started. The only other people he knew of in this forest were... "I don' suppose these other customers a' yours had things like this to pay with, did they?" he asked as he showed her the contents of his bag, hoping the glamour could get him a bit closer to her.
"My, my..." the woman said calmly as she stepped out from behind the counter, revealing that she was wearing a purple miniskirt and stockings. She approached his payload, bending over to get a better look, "isn't this something? Why yes, I believe they did have something like this...but it's not needed. First night's free, you see,"
He wrenched his focus from the ample cleavage and slender legs below him and faced her. "Free?" he repeated, "How does the owner of this joint expect to make any money letting people swing by and just stay a night for free!?"
The woman chuckled. "I don't care that much about money," she replied, eyeing him seductively, "as long as I have something to eat, I'm doing fine. So, can I interest you in our special package? It includes a good meal, company, a full-body massage from yours truly, and a hot bath,"
Charlie jumped at the prospect. "Count me in!" he exclaimed, "I'll start with the meal, Sylph!"
A lower, more sinister laugh emanated from her throat. "I know you will."

That night, Charlie was lying in a hammock out back, peering up at the clear sky. He had been fed strange but delicious fruit, and as promised, Sylph had kept him company, but he was still waiting on the rest...and an opening. He knew she wanted him, and he was going to nail her if it was the last thing he did!
A dragging noise caught his attention. He looked towards the source of the sound, but there was only darkness...in fact, the entire Inn was gone! Charlie scrambled to his feet and began to run towards the darkness, but be was stopped by something warm and soft. A kiss. When he stepped back Sylph was before him, but this time in a bikini of the same purple she wore earlier. "Leaving already?" she asked seductively, "I was just getting ready for your massage..."
She leaned up against him, exhaling lightly as her arms wrapped around him. "Or is there something else you'd like first?" she purred, one of her hands sliding down his body.
Charlie's brain struggled to respond. This was too good to be true, but he should be worried about the Inn...who was this woman, but who cared? She was amazing! Finally his instinct took over and he pressed his lips to hers. He could feel her smile as they lay down...

Charlie found himself gasping for air when it was over. He had never been the type to give up, but this woman was utterly insatiable. His pants were back in place, but he was so sweat-soaked that he decided to wait until after his bath to put his jungle-worn shirt back on. "You've done this before..." he huffed, "...not bad at all..."
Sylph just chuckled. That same cruel laugh that she had made when Charlie checked in. "Thanks. You were even better than your friends," she told him as she walked out into the darkness.
A cold chill went through Charlie. So they had come? But why would they leave? Joe was cheap, but with that much money, they'd hold onto a sure place to stay...something was horribly wrong. He sprinted after the voluptuous redhead, but again bumped into something soft and warm. This time, however, it was the last thing he'd expect it to be...
Sylph towered over him, even lying down as she was. Her body must have been more than seventy feet long. Just the elasticity of her breasts had been enough to knock him on his ass...
"Whoa there, big boy," she told him with a cruel grin, "I'm right here. Now, it's time for your massage. Try not to struggle too much,"
A giant hand stretched out to Charlie, ready to snatch him up. Rooted by fear, all he could do was gaze at her incredible figure. If she was going to kill him, at least he'd die pretty happily...
"No," he murmured to himself, shaking his head, "gotta fight back..." He drew his revolver from his pocket and fired straight into the palm that had almost enclosed him. It barely left a welt, and if it hurt, Sylph didn't show it. Charlie withdrew his six-shooter comment from earlier as he was scooped into her massive palm.
"Now, just try to relax and enjoy this..." Sylph instructed as she lifed him over her head. Charlie had no idea what she meant until her soft lips parted and he found himself staring into the slimy pink cave below. Pearly white teeth circled the moonlit chamber of flesh and made the sheer size of the cavern obvious...and the whole thing was getting closer.
Wait! It wasn't coming closer...Sylph was tilting her hand! She was going to drop him in! Charlie scrambled to his feet and turned to run, but by simply tensing her hand, Sylph forced him into the hopeless drop.
Air rushed past Charlie as he tried to make his body do something -anything- but he couldn't move. He felt something wet squish below his weight when he landed and saw the last rays of light vanish behind her closing jaws. All he could do now was lie helplessly on her tongue, waiting for the inveitable.
The "ground" beneath him undulated, sliding him back and forth along its surface as Sylph quietly murred with pleasure. Despite his terror, he felt somewhat relaxed by the motions of the fleshy appendage as it curled around his body, shifting him as needed to taste every inch of him...then he snapped back to reality. He had to get out. As hard as he could, he shoved against her dripping tongue, trying to at least keep it away from himself, but it nimbly snaked around his arms, pinning them to his body. It was painfully obvious that she was well-practiced at this. Once she tired of tasting and playing with him, she simply tilted her head back and let gravity drag him down her saliva-slicked tongue towards her throat.
Charlie scrambled to stop or even slow his descent, but his hand simply slid off of the soft flesh it landed on, and soon his legs had entered her throat. His only chance was her uvula. If he could grab onto that, maybe he could save himself. He reached upwards, and almost had it in his grasp when she swallowed.
He was drawn in up to his hips, and lost all sense of reason. He began lashing out for anything to grip onto and crying to be released as he sank deeper and deeper. The only response Sylph gave was a smile and a giggle suppressed for his sake. The muscles of her esophagus pressed against him, kneading his body as they dragged him down...it was just like a massage...
At the end of the slide, Charlie was dropped into...water? He strained to see in the dim light, and sure enough, he was surrounded by a pool of body temperature water...Sylph had made good on everything she promised.
A sudden tremor ran through the churning environment as Sylph patted her stomach. "Ah," she sighed, "you even tasted better than the others...I'm almost sorry that it had to end like this. As you can see, though, I haven't had a decent meal all day...so thanks. Both for your patronage, and another bag of human bait...goodnight, Sweetie. Hope you enjoy your stay..."
With that, the fairy drifted off to sleep, lulled by the struggles of the criminal inside her.

The End