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Land of the Giants Chapter 2 (By Nomad3315)
🕑 Added 2025-10-12 20:33:41 +0000 UTCDirect part two of the story Land of the Giants Chapter 1 (By Nomad3315)
After surviving the intense attack, he is carried away by the enormous horse, the same one that devoured and stomped on his comrades. she carries him on her mane to the deepest part of the forest, where certain tests await him that will determine his courage.
Story by Nomad3315Horse lady belongs to anonymous
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CHAPTER 2
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THE FOREST TRAIL
"Hold on to my mane while you place your legs against the gold on my head."
And with that, Jack began to float slowly, as though some unseen hand were guiding him precisely where she wanted him to be. Her voice rumbled like distant thunder, yet there was a strange gentleness to it now. Not just command, but invitation.
His hands sank into the strands, thin ropes, soft as old velvet. His legs brushed gently against the broad plate of gold across her forehead. Heat from her body rose up through him. The pulse of her blood hummed beneath the surface. Each breath she drew shifted his weight slightly, as if the entire world were inhaling beneath him.
"Hold tight, little Jack. We have many questions."
With the earth-shaking sound of hooves beginning to move again, she carried him toward the trees. Each step sent a tremor through the ground. He clung to her mane, legs pressed firmly against her golden jewelry, and said nothing.
She had butchered so many of his comrades, yet she chose to spare him. Only him, out of hundreds. Men he’d known. Men who had marched beside him for days. Men whose lives had ended without hesitation beneath her step or within her gut. No mercy had been offered to them.
Only to him.
She carried herself like a sovereign. The great horse didn’t speak again. There was no need. Every part of her presence declared:
This is my forest.
My rule is absolute.
The truth settled heavily on his shoulders. Whatever life Jack had before, whatever purpose, loyalty, or nation he thought he belonged to, it had crumbled behind him in a battlefield soaked in blood and silence.
The forest came fast. And now Jack was about to see what lurked in its depths.
Jack had never seen trees like these, not even in dreams. Their trunks rose like titanic columns, wide enough to house mansions within. The bark was ancient and furrowed like cracked stone. Above, the canopy knotted together into a cathedral of green shadow, blotting out the sky in every direction. The Queen moved effortlessly between the massive trunks, each step calculated, her hoofbeats now muffled by layers of moss and fallen leaves.
He clung to her mane, legs pressed firmly against her golden jewelry to avoid slipping off her head and falling to certain death. The scent of her titanic body, the warm earth, sweat, and faint metallic tang from the golden jewelry filled his lungs.
Jack’s throat tightened.
Was he a prisoner?
A pet?
Or just a snack for later use?
He didn’t ask. He couldn’t. Jack had just witnessed how they had entered the forest he had heard so much about.
Giant insects clung to the trees, each the size of a large dog. Beetles with shells like blackened bronze. Moths the size of sails, drifting silently through the canopy.
High above the Queen’s head, vast birds glided through the filtered sunlight. Creatures of impossible wingspan, their feathers catching glints of gold and green. One swooped silently between branches, talons outstretched, snatching a butterfly the size of a kite from midair. The insect vanished in a flutter of broken wings.
The Queen didn’t react.
The chaos of predation unfolded around her, yet none dared touch her or the small human riding on her head. The birds veered subtly off course as they passed nearby. She moved with silent command.
It was trully the land of the giants.
However,a bird, a scarlet tanager flew towards them. Jack had a book full of birds of all sizes and colors back when he was a child. But this one was far more larger than any other one he saw in his life. It swooped low with purpose, wings slicing the air with the force of a glider. Vivid scarlet on the body, black on the wings, its beak thin. It landed gracefully on a branch near the Queen’s head and bowed to address its ruler. Jack’s breath caught.
"My Queen, all the other humans has been dealt with. The forest shall live another day."
Jack felt the words hit him like cold water. He stared at the tanager, then at the Queen beneath him. The regal stillness of her body, the calm in her breath, the way the bird bowed to her like ministers to a throne. This wasn’t just a forest.
It was a kingdom.
And she wasn’t just a monster. She was its sovereign.
"Very well. Continue your patrol."
Then the tanager flew away without a word. Compared to the horse, the bird was much smaller, but still towered over the tiny human, as big as a small house with a roof.
The Queen’s pace slowed, her vast shadow gliding over moss and roots as if the forest itself bent to clear her path. Ahead, the filtered green light began to shift, tinged with faint pulses of blue and violet, like moonlight trapped in glass. Jack squinted.
Then, he saw it.
The tree was impossibly vast, dwarfing even the titanic trunks around it. Its base was gnarled, splitting into roots so large they formed natural archways. Between the seams of the bark, light bled outward. Soft, otherworldly, and shifting like breath. Embedded deep within the wood, countless mana crystals jutted outward, their surfaces refracting light into dancing shards that painted the forest floor.
The trunk itself shimmered faintly, its bark shot through with veins of crystal that pulsed in rhythm, as though the entire tree were alive, breathing magic. The air here was different. Softer, lighter, humming with an energy that settled into Jack’s skin and bones. His fingertips tingled where they clutched her mane, and every breath seemed to carry the taste of something sweet, like nectar.
"This is the heart of the forest. Where the magic is strongest."
Her voice rolled through him, quiet but carrying the weight of command. Her hooves sank slightly into the moss as she stepped onto the dais, positioning herself so the glow of the crystals crowned her form in fractured light. The golden plates and chains she wore caught the gleam, casting sharp flares of brilliance across her flanks.
Jack stared upward, the scale of it making his pulse quicken. This was no simple perch, this was a throne in every sense. A place where the very forest bent its will to her. She had brought him here, where she ruled, to make him understand, without question, the nature of his place.
Then the young man felt the invisible hand on his hips again. He floated downwards toward a flat rock, a gigantic boulder in his eyes. Most likely, the purpose of this was to have a conversation with someone smaller than her. The queen lowered him gently onto the stone, setting him down in a clearing bathed in soft light filtering through the high forest canopy. Jack collapsed to his knees, still dizzy, still breathless. The scents of moss, pine, and dew replaced the burning metal and blood of the battlefield.
A towering mass of refined elegance filled Jack’s vision.
But others came as well, entering the clearing.
Birds in all colors.
Hedgehogs.
Rabbits.
Mice.
Lots and lots of typical forest animals surrounded Jack. Animals he had seen before. The only difference was that they were much bigger than usual.
"Gather here. I have brought a human for questioning. Hear what this human has to say about the attack."
The animals obeyed without hesitation, forming a loose semicircle around the Queen and the tiny human on the stone. Jack felt as if he were on an altar, something to be sacrificed. The rabbits sat back on their haunches like sentries, whiskers twitching. The mice stilled, tails coiling neatly beside their paws. Even the birds, perched upon great root-knots and crystal outcroppings, lowered their heads ever so slightly, watching Jack with unblinking, alien patience.
"Speak, human. Tell them why your kind crossed into my forest with steel and fire."
Her tone was stern, heavy with command. The softness from before had vanished, as if she wanted to hide her compassion toward Jack from the other animals present. Jack’s mouth went dry. The eyes of the forest were upon him.
Somewhere beyond the crowd, a familiar shape slipped into the clearing, its movements smooth, predatory, patient.
The fox.
Jack’s breath caught in his throat. Is it the same one? The same that claimed so many lives? The same silhouette from the posters, from the fevered whispers of soldiers on night watch? The one they had been sent to kill?
Its fur burned like a living ember in the dappled light, each step deliberate, claws digging into the moss with a soft, predatory rasp. Shoulders rolled like a stalking cat, but every animal feared it like a wolf. The black-rimmed ears swiveled in constant motion, reading the forest’s pulse. It was smaller than the Queen, yet there was a kind of danger in its frame that made size irrelevant.
The crowd of giant animals shifted, giving way without a sound. The air seemed to tighten. The fox stopped just short of the Queen’s shadow, its massive head bowing ever so slightly.
"My Queen, I have returned."
"Others said you dealt with all the humans coming from the other side. You did well."
"Thank you, my Queen. Though, I don't deserve your kind words."
"As I asked, human. Why did you come here?"
Jack’s lips parted, but no words came. Every instinct told him to run, yet there was nowhere to go. An audience of creatures that could crush or swallow him without effort.
"I … I"
His voice cracked, dry and brittle.
"Speak clearly."
The Queen’s voice rolled over him, heavy enough to crush him. Jack forced himself and managed to speak clearly.
"Because we were told the forest was killing the land! That your kind was killing our people!"
"Explain yourself."
The mare commanded.
"Not only the animals of this forest, but the forest itself kills! That barren land you saw around the forest! It moves! Every single day!"
"So you came to kill us fir-"
"Silence."
The single word struck like the fall of a hammer. The Queen’s gaze pinned the predator, but she didn’t move. The fox remained utterly still. Its tail twitched once, slow and deliberate, but no sound left its muzzle. The Queen looked at the same tanager who had reported before.
"Is it true?"
"I will investigate what this human claims, my Queen."
With a powerful beat of its wings, the scarlet tanager departed, vanishing into the forest canopy as swiftly as it had arrived.
The Queen turned her gaze back to Jack, her vast eyes sweeping over his small frame, searching for the slightest hint of deceit. Her breath rolled over him in slow, deliberate waves, as if she could smell the truth on his skin from afar.
"What you claim is a grave accusation. Will you stand by it if it proves to be untrue?"
She said, each word measured and heavy. Her voice carried a subtle threat, but Jack stood by his words. If it was true that everyone who entered the forest had perished, then a thousand lives had already been spent to halt the creeping death at its borders. His friends. His comrades. If he had any worth to his nation, it was in holding to the truth, even as the Queen’s shadow pressed against him like the weight of the forest itself.
"Yes."
Throughout his life, Jack had been timid. Even a raised voice could make him shrink away. When the draft notice came, he had nearly collapsed at the thought of being sent to the forest of giants. The idea of marching toward certain death had been enough to keep his stomach knotted for days.
But now, something shifted. He knew he had to be strong. Not for himself alone, but for the hundreds of thousands of lives that might hang in the balance. If he faltered now, if he let his fear take hold, then Ryan’s death would mean nothing. That was a weight heavier than any hoof she could bring down on him.
The thought burned hotter than the fear clawing at his chest. Even the sight of the colossal horse lying in the tall grass ahead, her golden chains glinting faintly in the light, could not crush that ember. Fear still wrapped itself around him, cold and suffocating. But now, standing before the ruler of these titanic beasts, he had to make it count.
Or everything will be lost.
"Very well. While you remain in my forest, you will be under my protection alongside the other humans."
"Wait? Other humans? How ma-"
"Before you join them, there is a favor I would ask."
"What kind of favor?"
"There is something lodged between my teeth. I would be most pleased if you freed me from this uncomfortable feeling."
Jack froze.
Of all the requests he thought a creature like her might make, this was nowhere on the list.
His eyes flicked up toward the enormous head that hung above him, the vast lips capable of snapping him up in a single movement. Something between her teeth. He could imagine what that "something" might be.
His stomach tightened.
Around them, the forest seemed to close in. Shapes shifted between the trees, towering silhouettes of other beasts watching in stillness. Birds with huge eyes tilted their heads, studying him. Massive insects clung to tree trunks, mandibles clicking softly. Every creature here seemed to be waiting, their attention drawn not to the Queen, but to him.
The air was heavy with their presence. The Queen’s gaze never wavered, and he realized there was no real choice. A refusal might be taken as defiance. Or worse, disrespect. And here, in the heart of her domain, with predators that could end him in a heartbeat, such a mistake might be the last he ever made.
"To eat and be eaten is the nature of the world."
The great horse’s voice rolled through the clearing as her gaze fixed on the tiny figure of Jack upon the stone.
"There is no need to deceive you, little one. If I wished to eat you, I would do so the moment I decided. But you are under my protection here. In this forest, you are safe from all who would harm you."
"That’s … reassuring."
As soon as he said it, he realized she was right. Completely right. There was a stark, cold logic in her words. One that left no room for doubt. If she had wanted him dead, it would have already happened.
"...Alright. I’ll help you."
The Queen’s massive head lowered, shadows draping over him as her eyes lingered on his tiny form. Then, with a slow rumble of breath, she parted her lips.
Jack’s view filled with heat and darkness, his vision consumed by the gleam of massive molars and the writhing expanse of a dripping tongue, slick as polished leather. The cavernous maw descended upon him, enveloping his sight like a cave opening. Every instinct screamed at him to run, but his legs refused. He could only stare upward, throat dry, heart pounding against his ribs. Heat surged up from the abyss before him, a wave of damp air that carried the thick scents of grass, iron, and something darker. The humid breath clung to his skin, soaking his clothes in a sheen of warmth that made every hair on his body prickle.
But instead of plucking him up like she had with the others back on the wasteland, the mouth halted. Her breath poured out around him in a suffocating rush, hot and damp, tugging at his clothes and hair as though the air itself sought to pull him inside.
"Whe–Where do you feel it? "
Jack stammered, his voice a thin whisper against the roaring silence of the forest.
The Queen didn’t answer with words.
Instead, the massive tongue shifted inside her mouth, a slow, deliberate movement like a great serpent stirring in its den. It curled, slick and glistening, until the tip pressed against the right side of her front teeth. Saliva gleamed in ropes, catching the faint light as her maw hung open above him.
Jack’s knees nearly buckled. That tiny gesture was all the command he needed, and it left no doubt. She expected him to step forward, to climb into reach of a living cavern where one wrong move could mean his end.
The heat radiating from her mouth washed over him in waves, thick with the mingled scents of grass, iron, and something far more primal. The rasp of her breath tugged faintly at his clothes, drawing him closer even before he’d taken a step.
For a heartbeat, he thought of those poor souls eaten alive by the queen. Vanished between those very teeth with no mercy. Now he was being invited to walk willingly toward that fate.
But she had spared him once. And if he refused her now, that mercy might vanish as quickly as it had been given. Jack steadied himself, his hands trembling, and lifted one foot toward the stone’s edge.
Jack swallowed hard, every nerve in his body screaming at him to turn back. But he forced his legs to move. Step by step, the stone eventually ended and the only path forward was onto her. His boot sank into the supple curve of her lower lip. The texture shocked him, not the hard, armored wall he expected, but a living surface, warm and pliant beneath his weight. It yielded slightly, then pushed back, like stepping onto muscle wrapped in velvet.
Saliva glistened along the cavern walls, thick strands that stretched and snapped as her jaws parted wider to admit him. It dripped in ropes from her palate and teeth, sliding down the tongue that lay coiled and waiting like some monstrous carpet of slick flesh. Jack’s foot slipped for an instant on the wet surface, and panic flared. Instinct clawed at him to retreat, but he caught himself, steadying on her lip with both hands.
Then, movement.
The Queen’s lips shifted, an unconscious twitch that almost toppled him. The slightest flex of her jaw was enough to tilt his footing, and he clutched desperately at the edge of her teeth, heart hammering in his chest. A muffled rumble followed, not words, just the low tremor of breath escaping her nose. A reminder that this was no cave of stone, but a living, breathing titaness holding him on the brink of her maw.
For a heartbeat, Jack realized how absurdly small he was. One tiny human, standing inside the mouth of a creature vast enough to unmake him with a careless move.
The young soldier steadied himself against the teeth. The enormous white walls rising from the pink gum like slabs of polished marble. His chest heaved, each breath shallow as he fought the instinct screaming at him to get out, to leap back to solid ground. But he forced his eyes forward, past the steam, past the sheen of saliva dripping in ropes, and finally saw it.
A bayonet
Wedged at an angle between her right front teeth, was the thing that had caused her discomfort. The metal glinted faintly in the humid glow, its blade lodged between the teeth. Jack froze, staring at it. His stomach turned, not from the heat or the saliva, but from the memory it conjured. Whoever had carried that weapon had come here before him.
Another man, just like him.
He could imagine it, too vividly. The thought of it crawled across his mind unbidden. Someone clutched and lifted by those massive lips, his screams muffled against the walls of her tongue. He would have been shoved against those same teeth, struggling, the bayonet clutched in desperation, stabbing with all his tiny human strength. And then, the mouth had shifted. A taste, a roll of the tongue, the effortless swallow.
The bayonet had been all that remained.
Jack’s knees weakened, and he gripped the slick enamel with one trembling hand, bile rising in his throat. The image of that man’s final moments filled him with a cold, suffocating dread. Not just fear for himself, but grief for every soul that had vanished in this living cavern. Jack shut his eyes, steadied himself, and drew in a ragged breath. If he panicked now, it could lead to his death.
More saliva pooled around his legs. The sound it made, a low, sloshing shift, echoed like waves in a cave. Step by step, he edged closer. His boots squelched in the saliva pooled along the bottom ridges of her jaw. Heat wrapped around him like a blanket, damp and heavy, each breath filled with her scent. His fingers reached out, brushing against the bayonet’s hilt. It was slick with saliva, coated in a sticky film that made his grip falter. He gagged as he realized it was still warm, heated by the living mouth it was trapped in.
The human braced himself against the front tooth and pulled. The bayonet resisted, lodged deep, refusing to budge. He gritted his teeth, straining, his boots slipping as the wetness tried to drag him down. Every second spent inside that maw stretched into eternity.
Another low exhale rolled over him, a furnace blast of air drenching him further. Saliva sprayed lightly against his back, and he realized that she was breathing through him, her vast lungs filling and emptying as though he were nothing more than part of her air.
The thought of being swallowed flashed through him again. What it would feel like to lose his footing, to be rolled back along that monstrous tongue, dragged toward the gullet. The squeezing walls, the suffocating dark, the end of everything in one terrible slide. He imagined the soldier before him, weapon clutched, praying, screaming as he was tasted, judged, and finally consumed like a morsel.
Jack pulled harder, muscles burning, his jaw clenched in defiance of the panic clawing at his chest. With a wet pop, the bayonet finally came free, nearly pitching him backward from the sudden release. He staggered, catching himself against the massive tooth. The blade dripped with thick strands of saliva, the weapon glistening in the gloom.
For a moment he just stood there, chest heaving, the weight of it all crushing down on him. The bayonet was proof, not just of his task, but of what the Queen had done. Proof that others had come before, men who had fought and been devoured all the same. Proof that she could so easily do the same to him.
But she hadn’t.
She had let him step inside, trusted him, and waited. That thought chilled him.
"I have it!"
The shout echoed inside the living cavern, reflected off the wet walls around him. Jack wiped at his face, blinking through the damp haze clinging to his lashes. His fingers closed tight around the bayonet’s hilt, the steel slick with ropes of saliva. Every inch of him was soaked, his uniform plastered to his skin with a clammy heat. He had it. He’d done what she asked.
The young soldier glanced toward the opening, toward freedom. But to reach it, he would have to move across the slick surface of her lip again, soaked through with saliva. The thought of falling deeper haunted him. One misstep, one slip, and gravity would drag him onto that waiting depths. The mare pushed her tongue out to form a bridge beyond her mouth. To get out of this place, he first climbed onto the teeth, and from there, the tongue was next.
The immense head shifted, and the cavern tilted. He felt the living walls move as the Queen slowly adjusted her posture. The massive muscle shifted under his weight, soft yet springy, like walking across the surface of a muscle alive and aware of him. Heat radiated upward, each breath drawing humid air past his body, tugging at him faintly as though the abyss wanted him back.
Jack tried not to look down. Tried not to see the rolling plain of the tongue below, drenched and glistening, flexing faintly with every subtle movement of her jaw. Tried not to imagine what the others felt in the mare’s mouth. How easily they were swept back, pressed down, and sent sliding toward the gullet.
He focused on the light. The forest was out there, the stone he had stood on not so long ago. The promise of solid ground and distance between himself and those walls of flesh. His boots squelched as he stepped, saliva sticking, strands pulling at his heels like glue. He gagged as one rope snapped against his calf, warm and clinging.
"You're almost out. You're almost out."
He whispered to calm himself down.
Then, the tongue moved.
Not deliberately. A slow, unconscious ripple traveled its length, a shift so small compared to her body, but immense for him. The sudden motion jolted the lip under his feet. His boot slipped. Jack lurched. His knees hit the wet flesh with a sickening squish. The heat engulfed him as he slid. He fell onto her tongue.
It caught him like a vast, wet mattress, slick and unsteady. The surface gave beneath his weight, muscles flexing instinctively. The saliva was everywhere, warm and sticky, soaking his chest as he sprawled across the enormous muscle. His hands scrabbled for purchase, slipping on the leather-slick surface as he slid backward, ever closer to the yawning throat. The darkness of her gullet waited for him, a pulsing tunnel that seemed to breathe. Each inhale dragged humid air past him, tugging faintly at his body, urging him deeper. His boots scraped against the ridged texture of the tongue, kicking up sprays of spit as he fought to stop his momentum. His heart thundered in his chest, blood roaring in his ears.
The world shifted again.
Panic shattered his thoughts. This was it. This was how he would end, just like the man before him. A taste, a twitch of her throat, and gone.
"Aaaaaaah!"
His scream tore loose, ragged and hoarse, swallowed instantly by the fleshy walls. The mass of muscle lifted sharply, tossing him forward like a raft on a wave. The motion flung him upward, carrying him not into the gullet, but toward the light. He slammed against the curve of her teeth, gasping as the air hit him, the force of the movement saving him from the abyss.
He broke free of the darkness at last, collapsing onto the stone outside with a wet thud. The bayonet clattered down beside him, still dripping. Jack lay there gasping, chest heaving, every inch of him soaked in saliva. But at least he was on solid surface again.
He was saved from certain death for a little time again.
Behind him, the cavern closed. He heard the wet smack of lips sealing shut, followed by a deep, resonant swallow. The sound carried a terrible finality, as though she had nearly claimed him. Jack rolled onto his back, staring up in disbelief.
The Queen loomed above, eyes wide. As if she was alarmed.
"Are you hurt, tiny one?"
Her voice rumbled, calm and steady, as though she hadn’t just held his life in the balance.
Jack’s body trembled, cold despite the heat still clinging to him. His breath came in short, ragged bursts. He opened his mouth to answer, but no words came. Only the memory of that pull, that dark tunnel, and the certainty that he had been a heartbeat away from vanishing forever.
"Is that a short sword?"
The Queen’s gaze shifted from him to the dripping steel.
"No … this is called … a bayonet."
The word felt absurdly small in his mouth, pitiful against the enormity of the creature towering above him.
Her eyes lingered on the dripping blade, then back to the tiny human holding it. A faint rumble passed through her chest, more thoughtful than threatening.
"There’s so much to learn in this new world. Even from a world as small as you."
Then her head lowered again, close enough that the human felt the humid wash of her breath. Jack’s breath caught in his throat. What did she mean by that? Where did they come from?
His gaze rose to her vast face. The eyes that gleamed with old knowledge. She didn’t look like a simple beast guarding her territory. She looked like something that had seen farther, lived longer, crossed places he could not begin to imagine. Jack’s voice wavered, but he forced the question out.
"When you say … world … do you mean … you came here from somewhere else?"
The silence stretched. Her ears twitched, her massive head tilting, as though considering how much truth such a small creature could bear.
"You need to rest now, tiny one. Until tomorrow, you will join the other humans in the village. Take him there."
The Queen’s voice softened, though the sheer power behind it still pressed against his bones.
Other humans?
A village.
But whether that was comfort or another kind of terror, he could not yet decide.
The fox stopped behind the young soldier and leaned in. Jack flinched as a warm, velvet snort blew across his neck. The beast licked its lips and sighed contentedly.
"You have a fine smell, human. Just like the others had."
Even crouched low, its shoulders towered over the clearing, fur like a sea of rust and flame rippling with each step. Its eyes gleamed amber, sharp and hungry, but its movements were deliberate, restrained under the Queen’s command. Before he could think, the fox lowered its massive head, jaws yawning open. Jack barely had time to flinch before the world closed around him.
His body was sealed sideways between gleaming fangs, the humid heat of the fox’s mouth engulfing him. The air was thick and damp, reeking of saliva and old blood, each breath stifling. He dangled awkwardly, his ribs pressed against the muscular tongue as ropes of spit clung to his clothes. The jaws held him firmly, carefully, yet with a pressure that reminded him how easy it would be for the fox to snap him in two with the faintest twitch. The world rocked with each stride. Jack’s perspective tilted, his body hanging sideways from the corner of its mouth, every jolt sending fresh streams of saliva sliding over him.
The tiny guest dangled like prey from the fox’s jaws.
Even if his body wanted to struggle, his mind echoed with the constant commands.
Don’t move.
Don’t struggle.
One wrong shift and you’ll be crushed.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Comments
Denis Loup
Man, I can't imagine what it would be like if she ate a whole city 😉 hehehe, thanks a lot! :3
Nomad15
The immensity of this creature is so vast. The saliva, the throat, that tongue. And there's Jack just dwarfed by everything default in there.
