With Aiyaka's journey finally coming to an end, it gives the foxgirl ample opportunity to explore the sensations and sounds of being trapped deeply inside Vesele's tummy. The soft, velvety-smooth walls of the girl's stomach clung to Aiyaka like a vice, so incredibly tight and constrictive, yet those slickened walls give way just slightly to every movement, every effort to readjust her position or nuzzle and grind herself against the slimey, fluid-coated flesh. It very well DID feel like Vesele's stomach had been made just for her, so incredibly snug, but no so snug as to be uncomfortable. The enveloping heat of the girl's body surrounds Aiyaka, seemingly further warming the saliva that clung to her skin, heating her body like she was trapped in a tight, fleshy furnace. Again, though - the heat was considerable, but not completely uncomfortable, more akin to what one might experience in a hot tub rather than blistering under the sun.<br/><br/>The sounds were equally as distracting. The soft, content beating of Vesele's heart somewhere above, barely even audible in the hot, tight chamber of her tummy. The gentle moans of absolute pleasure that poured through her time and again, little sighs of bliss and happiness at having a stomach so deliciously full, of having such a wonderous meal awaiting her fate, be it taking a much more thorough tour of her digestive track, or eventual freedom from the same direction she'd come. The sounds that drew the most attention, however, were the gentle gurgles that emanated from around her, intermixed with the soft, wet, fleshy sounds of Vesele's stomach gently grinding against her, squeezing her softly but consistantly from every angle.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Grrrrrrgle...grrrl....grrrrwwwl...</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Slrrrch...slrp...glurch...</span><br/><br/>The sounds were soft and relaxing, a gentle cacophony that both hinted at the girl's slow-acting (But likely amazingly potent) digestive system...and the fact that Vesele's tummy was already at work seeking to process the amazing, beautiful kitsune that had so happily allowed herself to be deposited within. She was not holding her digesive processes back, it seemed...and one way or another, Aiyaka would at least get to experience the beginning stages of what it might be like to make a full journey through Vesele's digestive system..or experience it in it's entirety.<br/><br/>Again, Vesele supresses a shudder as Aiyaka's voice, muffled by her tummy, rings out from inside. It was not a voice of fear, of uncertianity...but one of complete lust, enjoyment, and almost love. So very different than even her most well-seduced prey, who often found the error of their ways after a few moments of slow, casual digestion inside her greedy little tummy. It was amazing. By the goddess, she didn't know if she wanted to keep that fox-girl right where she was, revel in the sensation of her lover slowly being digested, becoming one with her own body in the most permanent of ways...or if she wanted to release the gorgeous kitsune so she could take the trip time and time again, swallowed day after day after a bout of passionate lovemaking until, eventually, in the throes of passion the delicious fox-girl would still be digested...ohhh, the descision was a difficult one, which made the act all the more exciting.<br/><br/>"Mm, made for you?" Vesele's voice, dripping with bliss and contement, calls back just loudly enough to be heard "Aiyaka...it *IS* made for you. One way or another, my tummy is going to take good care of you. Mmm, and it's my pleasure to have such an absolutely perfect meal or an equally as perfect lover...Mm, I guess which is determined by how long you stay in there, isn't it?" Smiling to herself, Vesele slides a hand down and gently strokes it across her full stomach, sighing in pleasure at the absolutely heavenly sensations it brings. Ohh, there was nothing like a tummy-rub after a delicious meal, and she could think of nothing that was more sweet, more succulent, more<span style="font-style: italic">perfect</span>than the kitsune simmering in the hot, tight, humid chamber of her stomach. Tracing a finger along the faint outlines of Aiyaka's body, Vesele moans gently as the girl shifts about inside of her, slow and sensual rather than the frantic motions of fearfilled prey "Mm...my belly is going to caress you...squeeze you...make it yours, Aiyaka. Make it yours every bit as much as it will make you mine..." Offering the kitsune's head a little pat through her belly, Vesele relaxes in complete and utter contentment, listening to the soft, happy gurgles of her stomach as it slowly set about the process of digesting her delicious morsel. Mmm, even if she released the fox later...she had every intention of making sure just some small part of the girl stayed with her, became a part of her...<br/><br/>Anita is not forgotten, however. When she leans in to accept Vesele's kiss, the crimson-eyed girl pushes into it insistantly, heedless of the saliva - her own saliva - that clung to the catgirl's face and matted her hair.  Mmmm, how very difficult it was to keep herself from being greedy, from slowly opening her lips, guiding the catgirl's head between them, and gently swallowing her down, a perfect dessert for her perfect dinner.  How much she'd love to feel every inch of that catgirl sliding along her tongue, squeezing into her throat, sliding down it to join Aiyaka in her tummy...and, feeling both of their bodies slowly softening over the course of the next day, feeling them break down into nutrients that would further enhance her body, add to her curves, their very spirits partially adding to her own.  As greedy as Vesele knew she was, the moment was simply to perfect, and the softness of Anita's lips against her own only further added to the immense pleasure of having such a lovely meal slowly digesting inside of her belly.<br/><br/>No...this gorgeous catgirl would not be joining Aiyaka. Not when those lips felt so hot and needy against her own.<br/><br/>When Anita's hand slides down to Vesele's full stomach, roaming across the bulge that Aiyaka made within, she is rewarded with a soft, sensual moan against her lips, Vesele's arms wrapping around the catgirl and snuggling her closer, deepening the kiss. It is not long before her own far more slender tongue begins to eagerly seek out Anita's own, dancing and toying with the long, dexterous appendage, sharing the final bits of flavor that remained of Aiyaka's powerful orgasm, eagerly seeking out the last little bits of taste of that delicious nectar within Anita's own mouth.<br/><br/>When Anita finally breaks the kiss, Vesele emits a soft, happy little sigh, her seductive gaze lingering on the catgirl's own long after their lips had parted "Mm..Anita..." Vesele whispers, giving the catgirl a coy little smile. Whatever else she'd been preparing to say is lost in a moan when the feline's attention shifts downwards to her stomach, and the vaguely fox-girl shaped bulge within. The little kiss against her tummy - and in turn, Aiyaka - draws a sigh from the voluptuous woman's throat, her eyes fluttering at the delicious sensation "Mm. You have an admirer, Aiyaka. Then again, you look rather fetching in my tummy..." A soft, musical giggle escapes the silver-haired woman's throat, and she releases her hold on Anita to gently rub her own stomach, utterly at ease and content.<br/><br/>"Ah!" A sudden gasp of pleasure escapes Vesele's throat the second Anita's tongue glides against her sex, already far overstimulated from Aiyaka's own delicious teasing just a few moments prior. The faint flavor of her own nectar, what little had not been lapped up by the gorgeous foxgirl in her stomach, dances across the catgirl's tongue, sweet and intense "Oh...goddess...Mmmpphhh, Anita....naughty....girl...that's no fair..." However, she makes no attempt to push the sexy little feline away. Mmm..no. This was a dream, a rarely-lived fantasy. A gorgeous girl digesting in her tummy, whilst another lapped at her flower, furthering her own pleasure, bringing her to the heights of esctasy...and goddess, that tongue felt wonderful against her soft, over-stimulated lips.<br/><br/>Gazing down at Anita, Vesele roams a hand down to the back of the girl's head, sifting her fingertips through her hair and lightly stroking her furry ears, as if coaxing her to lick, inviting her to sample the flavor of her body. Yet, for all her desire, every little flicker of Anita's tongue causes her body to jerk slightly, her overstimulated sex already so needy, so eager for more pleasure to be lavished upon it "Ohhh....Kitty...." Vesele whispers loudly, the soft, heady scent of her arousal once more starting to permeate the air, tingling Anita's senses.<br/><br/>Her free hand once more goes to her own stomach, pressing against Aiyaka from the outside, stroking her almost lovingly as her stomach set about the process of digesting the delicious kitsune alive.<br/><br/>Like a lover's caress, the interior of Vesele's stomach squeezed and rippled across Aiyaka's soft, tender skin, gently rubbing and constricting about her. In an almost constant flow, she can feel the slick, hot, thick stomach acids that leaked so liberally from the stomach's walls and top trickle across her body in small rivuletes, clinging to her body or pooling beneath her in an ever-so-slowly rising pool of digestive juices. Whilst the woman's stomach was not exceptionally quick-acting, Aiyaka can already feel the effects those acids have upon her vulnerable flesh. Almost imperceptible at first, a very gentle tingle begins to slowly spread across her body, starting with her rump and thighs (the parts of her body that had been in contact with the hot, slimey stomach the most), and slowly traveling upwards across her back, stomach, shoulders, and finally face. Surprisingly enough, it was not unpleasant in the slightest, though one might expect that tingle to slowly increase over time, the longer she was subject to those amazingly powerful but slow-acting acids.<br/><br/>The faint scent of acid and digestive juices becomes all the more potent, but it is hard to focus on the less pleasurable sensation when, with every passing second, the hot, slick walls were rubbing against every portion of her body. Her face might as well have been caressed by a lovers hand, her breasts and nipples constantly stimulated by the gentle, grinding motions that, even as they brought pleasure, sought to further work digestive acids against her skin. Her back, squeezed against the fleshy stomach lining, was constantly worked and rubbed, every nearly unfeelable ripple and grind working into her muscle and shoulderblades, enveloping them in warmth and wetness. Most distracting, though, was the sensation of the heated stomach walls on her rump, constricting and undulating. More than a few times, she can feel the slickness of those velvety walls gliding against the tight little pucker of her rear, and every single movement of her body ground the petals of her flower against that hot flesh, stimulating them as well as nearly any tongue. As Vesele had said, her stomach almost felt MADE for Aiyaka...and it was doing a rather wonderous job of making sure no part of her body was left unstimulated.<br/><br/>"Mmm...my lover...I want to feel you become a part of me...either in part, or in whole. My delicious, gorgeous foxy...ohhh! Mmmphhhh...." It was difficult to speak with her tummy so wonderously filled, and Anita's tongue lapping eagerly at her sex. By the goddess, she could hardly think, and she was loving every second of it.