Resting her head against Phyrra's backside like a sort of living pillow, Aviana calmly reflects on all that had recently transpired. She'd not only been devoured by a drider along side a very attractive dark elven archer, but she'd been given the opportunity to both pleasure her, and be pleasured by the very same archer who's rear had immediately drawn her attention upon appearing behind the group of elves. More than that however she'd been used as a toilet, had swallowed down every scrap of waste as it had pushed from her bowels.<br/><br/>Aviana's ears burn with embarrassment as Phyrra begins to speak, though she can tell she's merely playing a part, and in fact was quite blown away by her performance. Aviana cannot help but squirm and rub her thighs together at the way this dainty little elf was treating her. She, a powerful dragoness who had yet to be beaten in battle, reduced to a toilet by an elf she could down in but a single assault. "O--ooohh I'll do better next time Phyrra." the dragoness murmurs, nuzzling in against her gyrating rear as she's gently held in place. Her tongue extending between her cheeks to lap against the muscled ring of her anus once more, dipping ever so gently within to extract the last bits of her previous meal, to cleans her exit thoroughly.<br/><br/>"I've got plenty more room...." she admits,placing her hand upon her firm, flat little tummy which only displayed the slightest of bulges. Her stomach rumbling audibly as it sets to work on the mushy mass compacted within. Aviana's shame rising ever higher as she focuses on the heated mass that had settled into her stomach, ready to be processed and broken down further within her body, digesting the imp's remains for a second time.<br/><br/>Aviana's time spent in reflection is cut short as Phyrra begins being drawn into the orifice that had recently revealed itself. "Oh..all right..." the dragon girl murmurs, uncertain if she'll ever see the elf again. She releasing her hold on Phyrra's rear with one final lick, allowing her to be drawn in entirely into the adjacent chamber. Aviana would then be left alone within the first stomach of the very drider she'd saved, and subsequently hand fed the possessed drow warrior.<br/><br/>It would not take long for the drider's voice to ring out around her, accompanied by the pressure of several spindly legs rubbing inwards against her body. "Oh?....so they've gone and left already?" Aviana repeats. Curious how that exchange must have gone....did they offer her to the drider for safe passage? Or simply got tired of waiting for her and moved on...either way, she couldn't blame them of course, especially seeing as Miku had not been present. Her kitty would never have abandoned her... Aviana sighs as she wonders where the neko had even gone off to. Of course she had more pressing matters to attend to, as the walls of the drider's stomach squeeze, press, and grind against her. Closing inwards from the top as they ripple and work her down towards the very pit of the first stomach, pressing and urging her towards the lower sphincter in which the possessed drow had been swallowed down into.<br/><br/>Where Aviana had initially been lounging against the stomach lining, resting a hand upon her recently filled tummy. She was now pressing both hands and feet out against the crushing muscle, easily resisting the push of the drider's tummy, as her body still possessed much of her strength. "Have I not already proven my use....both in battle and service to the one known as Phyrra?" Aviana poses the question as she maintains her position just on the brink of the entrance to Ingarl's lower stomach. Her tail gently brushing against the ring of muscle leading below, which pulsates and quivers, eager to admit her.<br/><br/>Tilting her head back in the darkness, Aviana cannot help but wonder what lay on the other side of this stomach. She'd been quite curious as to the specifics of a drider's digestive system going in, and thus far had learned there was not only one, but two stomachs involved in the process. She hadn't paid much attention to the possessed drow after she'd left the initial stomach, and a part of her was curious how well she was getting along. After taking more than enough time to display to Ingarl, she was more than capable of resisting the efforts of her stomach to move her, Aviana gently caresses the exterior lining of the drider's belly. "Of course if there is some service you desire from me....some way that I can please you....you only need to ask." she calls out, "You say you want me to wiggle out....well that shouldn't be too much a problem, seeing I already know the way....but perhaps it is that you want me to wiggle downwards and not up?" Aviana proposes with a mischievous little snicker.<br/><br/>Though she was no were near an expert of navigating the digestive tracts of others, as the tight muscled embrace of the orcish stomach earlier in their adventure had proven to her. The drider's was roomy enough that she was able to make more use of her strength, able to resist the press of muscle, only to work her way in the direction she desired. Waiting for a moment in which the muscles seemed to relax, Aviana turns herself and presses her arms straight into the entrance before her. Slippery, slimy resistance meets her at first, only to quickly give way as the drider's body realizes she's suddenly co-operating. Eagerly Aviana wiggles her way through, allowing the tight muscled ring to squeeze and pass over every inch of her body, working herself downward into the sweltering heat of the second stomach. She curious to see what lay within, curious to see how the possessed drow was fairing, and how the drider reacted. "So tell me Ingarl...what is it for you that you desire of me to do?" she poses the question as she opens her eyes to take in her new surroundings.<br/><br/>Aviana<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/458021">sense motive</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+14</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">24</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/458018">wiggles</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+14</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">26</span></div></div></div>