Bitsa continues to purr, a deep rumble that would carry through his form and into her own the vibrations certainly being a pleasent thing to feel moving through one's form. The tiger smirks a bit to feel her shift away from the curve of his own rump nestling hers firmly against the underside of his belly and between his legs. His paw, massive as it was would being to slowly rub and massage over her own gut kneading the digesting lump inside as she does the same to him. His belly would of course continue to emit gurgles and gloops as the tiger digests away his meal softening the harder furfaces of the tiger's victim as they're slowly turned to mush inside. Tamara of course would already be well to that point the fawn having long turned to digestive slop inside Tamara.