<span style="font-weight: bold"> Cyria and Sasara </span><br/><br/>'Na...h...!' A soft cry, muffled to the point of near inaudibility, escapes the depths of the drider's stomach. With her womb becoming progressively more full, it was not only stretching Cyria's body downwards, exposing the much softer flesh hidden away between those chitinous plates, but also stretching her insides UPWARDS, putting pressure on her already pleasantly filled stomach. The space that the lizardess had begins to rapidly diminish, forcing her legs to scrunch up against her stomach, and her arms - once pressed outwards in deteriorating resistance to the gently roiling walls of Cyria's belly - squeeze up a bit more tightly against her sides, leaving her butt (tail curved upwards over her back) squished against the left side of Cyria's interior, and her face and hands smushed up rather tightly against the right side. There is a brief fluttering sensation in Cyria's stomach as the lizardess squirms about a little bit in protest of her shrinking world, but it is altogether brief, and she finally seems to calm back down. She is still alive, but given a couple of more hours in the slow-but-thorough depths of drider's body, she'd be well on her way towards making a more thorough trip through the drider's digestive tract.<br/><br/>"Mm...warm..." Sasara hisses in delight, wrapping her arms around Cyria's shoulders as she's hefted up out of the tub. Cyria can feel the naga's coils roiling inside of her, less 'back and forth' motions, and more just...side-to-side twitching. It is distracting in the extreme, and being a follower of the pleasure (and vore) goddess, the slick-scaled naga seems to know EXACTLY what to do, every little movement of her coils seeming deliberate and slow, and Cyria can feel the effects in spades.<br/><br/>Yeah. She was good.<br/><br/>Sasara seems to be enjoying herself as well, her eyes still half-lidded from her little nap in the warm, inviting waters of the tub. Thin dribbles of water cascade down her body, matting her long hair against her shoulders and giving her soft skin - and the handful of scales prominent on her hands and face - an inviting, glistening sheen. Cyria's warning seems entirely lost on Sasara, or at least the gravity of what it implies. Then again, it was hard to tell with the naga "Mmm...Thisss....issss wonderful. How long hassss it been ssssince we've ssshared a time like thisss...? Too long..."<br/><br/>'And don't worry..." She coos, leaning up and planting her lips against Cyria's neck, giving a little nibble that is followed up by a gentle bite of her small, sharp fangs, not quite enough to break the surface. Still, Cyria can feel a cool numbness where those fangs touched, and just a hint of moisture, hinting that the excited snake-woman had allowed just a dribble of her poison to lightly touch Cyria's skin "If the goddessss willsssss it....I can think of nowhere elssse I'd rather be kept."<br/><br/>As if to accent her point, Sasara gives her 'hips' a sharp jerk, slipping them down another inch until the scaled portion of her snake-like body vanishes entirely, leaving just her humanoid torso visible. Though the naga had never been shy about flaunting her body, having her so close - and partially entrapped inside of her - gives Cyria an entirely new outlook on her naga friend. She is heavy, for one, and even now it's difficult to tell just many hundred of pounds her thicker, long, snake-like body must weigh. At least two, but it could have very well been closer to four or five. Enough that her weight, combined with the weight of the lizardess inside of her, was already making Cyria's eight legs have to strain a little bit to keep herself upright.<br/><br/>If her size was indication of just how many 'followers' (both willing and not) she'd sent to converse with her goddess through her own digestive tract, her breasts were well above average for nagas, even of her size. They felt soft and mushy against her own chest, and Sasara happily rubs them against Cyria's warm form, spreading a thin coat of warm-but-cooling tub water across her own bare upper torso "Nnn...if I want out...I'll get out. But thisss feelss...nice. Mmm...maybe I sssshould go in the other way, keep your dinner company?" She gives her tail another little flick, coiling it up a bit more inside of Cyria's womb "...Mm..no. Thisss....isss better....when you're ready, love..." Without giving Cyria much of an opportunity to respond, Sasara wraps her arms firmly around the drider's shoulders and hefts herself up, planting her lips tightly against Cyria's own. Her long, slender tongue immediately slides free, probing delicately at the drider's lips before - without being bidden - eases between them, flitting across the roof of her mouth and then downwards along her tongue, entwining and mingling the two moist organs together. A soft, delight-fulled moan escapes her throat, and Sasara presses herself more fervently into the kiss, her breath hot against Cyria's lips.