<span style="font-weight: bold">@Xarces</span><br/>Nyrwa's tongue keeps playing and savouring for a while, then a hungry grumble arises from her stomach. You can<span style="font-style: italic">feel </span>the exact moment of pause when she stops tasting and being and gets overcomed by the urge to swallow, devour and be filled by your body. Her hunger and desire just become so urgent ... The creature gulps powerfully and repeatedly, every time you feel strongly pushed down and against those comfortable, thight fleshy pillows ... Her tongue wraps and clasps your feet, dragging them into the awainting throath where the rest of your body already disappeared; and first your head, then progressively your torso and then your entire body enters the yearning, gurgling stomach, in which restraining embrace you are forced to curl, pressed against yourself and those wet, warm walls...<br/>You can feel the strong muscles of the creature as Nyrwa, satiated, purrs loudly, stretches out and then lies down on the bed.<br/>It is<span style="font-style: italic">relaxing</span>, in an almost unnatural way. You feel that, if you'd loose your concentration, you would easily fall asleep into that dark and comfortable cradle.<br/>And then, unexpected, a clear feminine voice whispers lovingly, directly in your mind:<span style="color: #800080">"Oh, you <span style="font-style: italic">definitely</span> are a tasty one..."</span>