<span style="font-weight: bold">Ambrosia</span><br/><br/>Digestion<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;">She warned me that I didn’t want to do it, but I really thought I did. I gasped in surprise as the naga began to gush, and <span style="font-style: italic">crush</span>, grinding me against the weakening guardsman. I took him between my thighs, and squeezed them, as I bathed in fluid that tingled and stung me with pleasure, and <span style="font-style: italic">shared</span> that pleasure with him, massaging the thick smell stuff into his chest. Soon, his flesh began to foam, my delicate hands beginning to knead it into a mushy dough for the naga’s absorption. It took less time than I expected, for him to turn squishy, and for her gut to slowly suck him down and off me, scouring my flesh more-or-less clean.</div></div></div><br/><br/>“Xarces…” I protested softly, against the walls of the Naga’s stomach. “I was having a<span style="font-style: italic">good time</span>...” I sighed, “but I suppose I really will be digested if I stay any longer, and it’d be nice to find out what your<span style="font-style: italic">bed’s</span>like before I see your belly again,” I teased the beautiful naga, beginning to gently and slowly massage my way up her stomach towards the sphincter that guarded her throat. I’d do everything I could to sooth my passage through it for her, but I doubted I’d be able to<span style="font-style: italic">force</span>my way against her strength, if she applied it - and that thought rendered me very excited and<span style="font-style: italic">highly</span>lubricated, so smoothly<span style="font-style: italic">suitable</span>for a pleasurable regurgitation, a meal as good coming back up as it’d been going down. I spared the guard who’d gone with me not a single thought. He’d just been naga food, and I was glad my passage had led to her being well-fed.