<span style="font-weight: bold">Ambrosia</span><br/><br/>Sexy stuff<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;">I smiled, as Eiyre reminded me her tummy was a <span style="font-style: italic">very</span> dangerous place that’d - like my own - just gotten done with digesting a living breathing being down to nothing. “I’m sure you’ll take good care of me,” I murmured, leaning in to lightly nuzzle her neck. <br/><br/>If she was a little  more voluptuous from just one cheetah, I couldn’t tell. “I don’t think so,” I continued, “but I’d be happy to give you an <span style="font-style: italic">extensive</span> workout any time,” I smirked, trailing my fingertips across her tum, brushing them across the waistband of her trou. <br/><br/>Then I turned my attentions back to Xarithe. It didn’t take more than a word from me for him to strip his shirt… the intricate snake winding about his body was strangely hypnotic, beautiful even, and its gemstone eyes, apparently an integral part of him, were simply fascinating…<br/><br/>I could feel his manhood squeezed against my belly, which would soon contain all of him, even as his hands roamed my flesh, teased my breasts, my netherfolds. I’d had in mind to eat him, before feeding myself to Eiyre… but it seemed he had something else in mind, and his hot length sandwiched between us tempted me greatly. Belly sex was the best sex, surrounded by the warm wetness of a stomach’s massaging walls… and I could always eat him in the afterglow. Besides, feeding girls was only a little less arousing than eating them - or being eaten by them.<br/><br/>“Save it for her stomach,” I whispered, as my own hands roamed his body, turning him, pinning him back against my breasts with one powerful arm, “when we’re out of this beastly cold rain.” My free hand slipped down, to tease and toy with his cock. A salty shot would go so well with his flavor, and Eiyre deserved the best-seasoned food. “Dinner’s ready,” I purred to her, as his stiffness trembled under my touch. I was confident I could make him cum whenever I wished…</div></div></div>