Lost in the throws of orgasmic bliss as she was, Aviana's body can do little to resist being swallowed the rest of the way down, even if she had wanted to. Her chest pressed tightly against Phyrra's body, she merely wraps her legs around the dark elven woman's form and hangs on for the ride, pumping and plunging her tail tip in and out of the other woman's nethers, who's own cunny would clench and clamp down upon the delightful appendage. Releasing wave, after wave of the elven woman's cum, Aviana bringing her to multiple orgasms in the time it takes their legs to be fully swallowed down.<br/><br/>With her head dangling upside down within Ingarl's first stomach, Aviana watches the struggles of the possessed drow as she continues to fight against the pressure and suction of what must certainly be a second stomach, judging by the way more powerful acids seem to splash up from below with the partially digested woman's struggles. Though she watches her, taking in the damage the stomach has caused to the warrior woman she faced off against not long ago, observing the strong familiar scent of acid, and the cozy, almost comforting embrace of the slick, and slimy walls around her. Aviana's attention would ultimately remain on the dark elf she's entwined with. Quickly returning her lips to Phyrra's own, as their combined shoulders are squeezed into the stomach, followed by their torsos, tummy, hips and legs. Aviana letting out a satisfied little sigh as her toes are finally squeezed through the closing sphincter, sealing the pair into the spider girl's torso stomach, which stretches accommodatingly around the pair.<br/><br/>With her hands finally free of both webbing and esophagus, Aviana is able to wrap her arms around Phyrra's frame, pulling her into a tender embrace, as she settles in against the lower walls of the drider's stomach, basking in the after glow of her own orgasm. Her body is weak from the exertion of her powerful release, and yet sensitive to every little touch, of which the stomach around her wastes little time offering plenty of contact. Her head spins as she comes down from the high of release, feeling as if she would simply float away were she to remove herself from underneath the dark elven woman's body. "You were right...that was delightful." Aviana admits, her beautiful face still flushed from embarrassment. Gently wiggling and rubbing her back and rear against the pulsating wall beneath her, while caressing her hands down and along the contours of Phyrra's back, until her hands come to rest on the sexy swell of the dark elven sniper's rump. All the while the dragon girl continues to pay little mind to the desperate efforts of the possessed woman, clawing and clinging to her leg, not about to let such things ruin the mood of the moment as she teasingly asks "So, how was it? fucking a lesser race?" she poses the question, pulling away from the kiss, only to nibble gingerly against the elven woman's ear once more.