"Deep in you" Aviana moans, "I want to be, sooo deep in you" mirroring the words of both drow and drider alike as the powerful muscles caressing the crown of her head open wide, drawing both her and Phyrra into the embrace of the spider girl's throat. The sensation of soft, velvety muscles clenching down around her head, oozing rivulets of saliva dripping down and past her pretty face as she continues to kiss Phyrra was more than Aviana could have prepared herself for. Her thigh's squeezing together needily, just as her breasts are tasted by the drider's tongue, which dexterously slips beneath the protective coverings she wore that passed for armor. Another gulp soon follows, undulating muscles squeeze and tug along Aviana's face, pulling her flowing hair down along the length of her arms, as she is drawn ever deeper into the spider girl's body. Aviana's shoulders are squeezeed almost painfully tight as they enter the embrace of the drider's throat, it only stretching just enough to accept, not one, but two bodies at once. The friction of the muscles rubbing against her back, undoing her armored top, enabling her breasts to spill free of their confines, just in time for them to be pinned snugly against Phyrra's own chest, as any distance between them is soon cut off by the compressive power of the drider's esophagus.<br/><br/>Aviana bites tenderly upon Phyrra's lower lip as they kiss, getting much enjoyment from the sensation of her naked breasts being mashed against the drow's own chest. The dragon girl's nipples, rigid little peeks, capping each fleshy mound, pressing hard into the flesh of the drow's silk covered breasts, as the malleable flesh, the warm, pillow like softness of her breasts at large are squeezed ever so slightly around the sides of Phyrra's own by the walls of the esophagus, encapsulating her breasts within and against the dragoness' own. Aviana begins to shift side to side within the embrace of the drider's throat, rubbing her back, and her wings against the muscled lining of the throat, kneading and massaging the flesh, that in turn was working over nearly her entire body, while at the same time, grinding her breasts erotically against Phyrra's in turn. "Oooohhmm Phyrra your chest is so nice...and this throat...mmmnnff so tight." Aviana moans into the kiss she continues to share with the elven woman.<br/><br/>The dragon girl's tail would not remain idle through all of this, having wiggled it's way past the protective barrier of silken fabric, the tip runs a single steady circle between the dark elf's nether lips, caressing the edge of her entrance before delving deeply into her body. Slicked by the drow's own fluids, Aviana begins to pump her tail rhythmically inside her. Plunging deep within her velvety passage, curling her tail tip to caress and rub against the slick walls within, searching for just the right spot to stimulate within her partner, while all the while Aviana enjoys the warmth, the pressure, the presence of being inside her. The tail is smooth, gaining thickness and girth the further in it goes, and yet the scales covering the appendage would offer texture, and the smallest bit of resistance upon every backwards thrust, rubbing and stimulating every inch of the drow woman's love tunnel, as she bucks her hips back against Aviana's tail in turn. "It feels soo good inside you Phyrra.." Aviana admits, kissing her even more passionately, between heavy breathing.<br/><br/>A sharp gasp breaks the kiss, as Aviana jerks suddenly to the sudden intrusion of the drider's tongue. Just as it had skirted past the defenses of her chest armor, the probing appendage has slipped beneath her subligar, wiggling and writhing it's way between the dragon girl's nether lips, delving into the slippery sweet center, penetrating deeply into sensitive areas that have long since been neglected since setting out on this adventure. For as strong as Aviana was in battle, her ability to face any danger head on to command and dominate any combat scenario, shrug off wounds in order to down her foe, locked in a moment of passion, of vulnerability, it was like night and day. The dragon girl's nether lips were so sensitive, that the slightest touch caused a jolt of pleasure the likes to cause her body to quiver and quake, her back to arch and her toes to curl. Aviana's face bunches cutely, as her eyes close tightly, mirroring the muscles in her cunny, which clench and squeeze around the wiggling drider's tongue. "Ohhnnmmmoooohh y-y-your tongue....i---i-i-it!" she stammers out, unable to finish her statement as her body adjusts to the intense, pleasurable tingle that accompany's the drider's tongue. Every inch of her overly sensitive passage it touches, erupts with stimulation, burning hot within her, as her face quickly flushes a deep, crimson hue. The dragon girl squirms in the grip of the drider's throat, adding even more stimulation to her devourer, as her cunny remains clamped around the spider girl's tongue. Thick, hot juices begin to flow from deep within the dragon girl's body, a flavor rich sweetness the likes very few have ever tasted. Aviana's love juices flowing out and around the spider girl's tongue, dripping and running down it's side as it serves not only to further lubricate her, but also reward her with a heavily guarded treasure, that many beings would have killed to have sampled. The nectar of such a powerful half breed, born of an ancient and powerful wyrm, spilling forth for the drider's consumption.<br/><br/>Distracted as she was by the drider's tongue, Aviana hardly realizes the muscled ring which her head comes to rest against, at least not until it relaxes, enabling her to slowly, sensually slide through it's surprisingly tender embrace. The ring's surface is soft, coated with a sticky substance that smears across the sides of Aviana's face. the heat that assails her is intense, even greater than being inside the spider girl's esophagus. The dragon girl's bright blushing face pulls away from the kiss, long enough to look down, to gaze into the pit of the spider girl's stomach. Shifting wrinkled walls pulsate and quiver on every side, her eyes zeroing in on the image of the possessed warrior stuck and struggling at the very pit of the muscled chamber. The dragon girl's hands dangle towards her, as she in turn desperately reaches for any sort of aid. Though just as their finger tips touch, the drider's tongue strikes a particularly delicate nerve. Aviana letting out a sharp,  sudden moan, clenching her fists, as her own tail thrusts deep into the body Phyrra, pressing it's tip snug against her cervix as Aviana's hips instinctively buck into the spider girl's tongue. The dragon girl's whole body tenses and shudders as she's brought to the edge, gyrating her hips in the drider's mouth, her pert rear rubbing against lips and tongue, while her nethers pulsate and pound around it's tip. Suddenly the internal muscles, soft and smoother than the finest silk, convulse all at once, rippling like a wave around the surface of Ingarl's tongue. A hot rush of even sweeter flavor crashes out to greet her, as Aviana moans lewdly, long and loud, the sound reverberating within walls of the drider's belly, as the dragon girl is brought to orgasms in the spider girl's mouth.