Moving product across the desert is never easy. It doesn't help that you move less than legal wares, and have to completely avoid the main trade routes that cut through the scorching sands for fear of encountering bandits or lawmen. So, you carry what you can on your back and on your single trusty camel, slowly plodding routes unknown to any other trader. You get your routes from the locals, who can navigate the shifting dunes with a level of familiarity you could never hope to match. This route of yours is a fairly regular one, but this time it's ill-advised.
The locals warned you not to take this path today, rambling about 'The Great Worm' being present in the area. Their suggested route was a four-day diversion. For this delivery, you were unwilling to cause delays based on superstition—ultimately deciding to break with their advice and tread the path anyway. So far, it's been the right call. As always, there's nothing alive or dead out here from horizon to horizon.
It's just as you're contemplating how much longer you'll be out here for that the sand in front of you explodes from below. In a hazy shower of disturbed earth, a massive pillar of rocky chitin segments bursts from the ground, traveling in a wide arc over your head before plunging back into the sand. The demonic red eyeballs you saw on the side of that thing were enough to convince you—The Great Worm is far from a myth.
Your camel immediately spooks, tossing you off its back for a hard landing onto the ground below. You lie there in a daze, before another titanic rumbling tells you the worm is about to surface again—and right beneath you. Erupting onto the surface once more, the Sandworm punts you into the air, where you hang for just a moment as you look downward.
You're greeted by the Sandworm's circular jaw opened wide, revealing its pink, fleshy mouth as gravity pulls you towards its eager maw. But instead of a tongue residing within, you see a gooey female form waiting with outstretched arms.