Giving a show of slowly licking her lips, Phylia smiles when Aviana mentions her prey enjoying themselves within her.  "Well, with everything that they're giving me, it seems rude to not give them something back in turn.  Besides, I've found no better way to keep someone distracted then that, and it feels<span style="font-style: italic">so good</span>when they're moving around like that.  But...yes, you very much have my attention now."  Watching as she teleported the rest of the group across the magma, Phylia was expecting to see Eurikova heading back across towards her, but she's nowhere to be seen.<br/><br/>Her first hint at what she had actually done comes when she feels the beginning of Eurikova's coils wrapping around her, gently compressing her until she resembles a shape more appropriate for an abstract art gallery than an underground cave.  Looking up at the feeling of something warm and moist just above her, Phylia's head is enclosed in the hot, tight confines of her mouth and throat.  Unlike the many confined crags and other areas she had wormed her way through over the years, this one moved and flexed around her, gently but insistently pulling her deeper and deeper into Eurikova, a sensation that she hadn't felt on anything close to this scale before.<br/><br/>It felt<span style="font-style: italic">incredible</span>.<br/><br/>Pulling herself up, Phylia practically wraps herself around Eurikova's upper body as she takes larger and larger gulps of her fluid form.  Allowing herself to be coaxed bit by bit into the hungry naga, Phylia is having difficulty maintaining anything close to resembling a physical form with the amount of stimulation she's receiving.  Pulling what remains of her yet outside Eurikova together, Phylia reforms her head long enough to plant a gentle kiss on Eurikova's forehead before one last, large gulp ushers her down into the warmth and darkness of her body.  Reaching her comparatively roomy stomach, Phylia luxuriates in the constant kneading and flexing of the naga's muscles around her.  Eurikova's comment on getting out receives a sleepy and rather pleased-sounding 'Mmhhmm' from within her, and it's obvious that the slimegirl is enjoying her current accommodations more than a little.  Fairly quickly, though, Phylia figures that she may as well give back as much as she's getting, and her whole form starts to flex and ripple against the stomach walls around her, treating the naga to a fairly unique internal massage.  Far from the panicked struggles of an unwilling meal, these were the ministrations of someone quite comfortable where they were, and one who knew how to take full advantage of her different form for the full benefit of her partner as well.