"No, nononono!"
Two gray-furred hands come down on a small and feminine black cat, enshrounding her in darkness as she lays on the earthy ground. She's got her head covered in her hands and her knees pulled up to her forest-green vest as she lays on her side, trying to keep herself from getting crushed. Her whole body just barely fits in here.

A deep young adult's voice taunts after a chuckle, "not a fan of the shrink magic? How cute."

The digits start to separate her and the dirt, getting under her green clothing and supporting her shoulders. She holds onto a finger as she's cupped by those hands, and pressed on her belly into palm by a thumb, before starting to kick at the wrists and towards her captor's face once revealed: a domestic shorthair, gray with white on his face and black stripes over his head. It'd be a lot easier for her to make out aside from just his reflective green eyes and at times his muzzle if he angles it right, were his head and body not shaded by a purple cloak.

"Aww, that's no way to treat me. Just rel-"
"Let me go!" Erin spouts, causing Alias to give a glare towards her. He's watching her with the slightest frown.
"Pushing your luck, and here I thought you would have understood not to invade a sorcerer's territory, let alone a hungry cat's."
He presses down hard, forcing the air out of her in a single push. She desperately tries to inhale, only allowed to gasp when it relaxes and leaving her belly sore. It'd take a bit for her to recover before she'd try to pull away and wriggle her body out, but it's not without a wet and rough tongue to smother her face and stop her feeble attempt. Steam pours out of that throat, moisture sticking to her fur and making it stand up.

"Mmfnfhfff!"
Despite her protests, as much as she'd like to yell and push and stay away from anything sharp, the gray cat would drag that pink tongue through her fur, combing it and scratching the skin. As if it couldn't get any worse, that tongue tip flicks at her chin before it leaves, stunning her before another slimy lick. Her front is so drenched that moving feels like fighting under wet trash bags, and her stomach's still worn with that burning feeling that makes it hard to exert yourself. Her body's starting to exhaust from all the fighting... when would it end?

"Giving up now?" He'd tease in a lighter pitch, followed by a devilish chuckle as the muzzle looms over her body. "Aww, I was just starting to have fun."
His nose nears her head, and his voice drops back down to a more serious tone.
"If it makes you feel better, I'd eat you a second time."
Those jaws part, revealing those sharp cat teeth. The tongue comes out as the thumb lifts, and it pulls her up by supporting her spine, bringing her in head-first with little resistance. With little fanfare, she was guided partway into his throat, and all that was left was–

"Hgkh-?!"
She's gotten a second wind, pushing her hands out and trying to gain footing in hopes of pulling herself out. Alias's uvula was being brushed against, making him gag, and her body was getting squeezed by the throat entrance as he holds his neck. He has two options, either cough her out or swallow her as-is. Only in his hastiest moments would he really pick...
Glk. "Hhaaahhhh."

Down slides a lump in his neck, slowing down but not halting above the collarbone where he rubs at her. Having only one way to go, it'd disappear into his chest, and she'd be assaulted by the inner noises of her predator, from the heart pounding from that brief moment of shock to the wooshing of his now-stabilized breathing. As cramped as everything, from the organs to her position, would feel, her experience would only get worse as she passes an opening ring of flesh. Face-first would she splash into that stomach acid, getting absolutely drenched in it. If the tightness weren't enough, there's already food here like chewed potatoes from a seasoned soup...

"Now to have the rest of my fun."
He gets to a low branch, setting his wrists on the surface. He sways that belly side to side, sloshing the contents in his body and indulging in the tiny muffled yells.
"Mmnnhhh... there we are."
That organ would rock and groan, the crashing of waves quietened by flesh and muscle. It'd go on for minutes, though Alias lost track of time as he basked in every moment the contents crashed against one wall, then the other. It's only when he feels the squirming stop does he relax.

"Hff, hhnnff... hhuuurrrp-khhf khhf! HleCK! Eugh!"
Out from his throat ejects a green vest, damp with stomach juices and saliva. The cat's a little disgusted, but at the same time fairly proud of his little hunt. All he can do is leave it here as he heads back to his massive hollowed tree, letting her slip from his thoughts as he considers tidying his home a little.