You feel the lion's hand run down the side of your face, the rough pads of his palm surprisingly gentle. Still awestruck, you see his gaze suddenly focus into the distance, his lips pulling thin, then he eyes you and lunges forward, mouth open. You freeze in shock as everything goes dark, far too aware of the huge, yellowed teeth that you glimpsed flashing around your head.
That second is all he appears to need as you feel his throat suddenly constrict around your face and you hear the first mighty swallow.
You feel his hands around your waist, pinning your arms to your sides as he lifts you off the ground. Bare feet flailing, air quickly running out, but unable to do anything at all, you feel another constriction from around your chest, and you're suddenly sliding further down inside this monster. It doesn't stop; gravity makes an unbearable pressure in your nose as you slip down the hot, slimy path into this furred predator's gullet and feel his muscular abdomen squeeze you. You feel something wet sticking to your skin, squeezing and smothering you for far too long, and then suddenly it's gone.
There's no pain. You feel a couple of gentle impacts from somewhere outside, and then a gigantic, basso vibration rumbles through your entire form. You hear, no, you feel the bellows-wheeze of this creature's lungs, and then you feel a bizarre, tightened-then-not rocking sensation.
"Well met." The lion-man's voice sounds far too deep when you're on the inside. It seems to come from everywhere at once. "I do so hope you're alone, mister carrion-eater."
Sounds from outside, too garbled to hear through the thickness of the pelt around you.
"Because I'm hungry." You don't see his expression, but you do get the distant sense that the lion-man's mouth is suddenly watering. "The bloody chanks of your carcass will- Oh, goodbye then."
You feel stillness from the body around you; aside from the distant breath of air through the lion-man's lungs, you have nothing to focus on. The lack of pain and absence of obvious danger has eased your panic a little, and you're suddenly aware that this lion-man last ate two days ago. Whatever is going on, he wasn't lying just now; he's very hungry.
Wait. He just ate you; why is he-
You hear a sudden 'hrff' noise from above, and you feel the tense-and-not motion from before. There's a faint rustle from somewhere near you, and you suddenly realise that he must be walking through shrubbery. That tense feeling must be his muscles going taut with every step. A bit of mental poking around, and you accidentally cause a strange, rippling rumble of noise from somewhere further down. You feel the lion-man's hand clap to the fur a scant inch from yourself.
"Don't be a dick," you hear his murmur. "I've eaten hyena before; I'd rather four day old carrion than a fresh one that's following me." He pauses. "Give it two more days and we'll see how you like being my stomach while that's going on in there."