<span style="font-weight: bold">Lem</span><br/><br/>“Mmm, anah!” Lem exclaims, as Miku pops her tail between her lips, the rough surface of hr kitty tongue swirling around it. “I… I didn’t know this body had places like that there…” she murmurs, squirming all along her impressive length. “Ah! Don’t bite them! Not<span style="font-style: italic">there</span>!”<br/><br/>OOC: Lem is as large as it is possible for a medium creature to be, not particularly wide and just a hint less than eight feet long from the tip of her tail to the top of her head, two-thirds of it in her long, scaly tail - however, the Imp possessing her is not very skilled at using her body - her CMD was 22…<br/><br/>Lem’s helpless writhing has more than half her long body off the floor, and it doesn’t take much for Miku’s strong arms and powerful throat to gulp down a good foot of her. “Mmm, it’s warm…” Lem thrums happily, and Miku can feel the tip of her tail flicking ticklishly back and forth against her oesophagus. “Haven’t been warm since we left the Hells,” she hums.<br/><br/>The flavour of Miku’s next gulp is noticably musky, a rich, sensual, sexualised flavour, and she can feel the smoothness between a pair of parted scales - and watch Lem’s helpless twitching collapse, as her rough kitty tongue runs over it, before it’s gently stroked by her tonsils on its way into her warm, tight throat.<br/><br/>“To lick me… in such a place,” Lem whispers, barely even seeming to notice as Miku gulps down another couple of feet of her length, the gentle massage seducing her into a rich, warm afterglow... “She’s a perverted kitty, Lam. I bet she’s the one we’re looking for…”<br/><br/>“Ah!” Lem exclaims, as the tip of her tail is pushed through the tight sphincter between Miku’s oesophagus and stomach. “It’s not so cuddy, and too hot even for me… and a bit itchy.” The imp-possessing the naga takes stock of her situation for a moment. “Lam!” She protests. “She’s<span style="font-style: italic">eating</span>me! Why didn’t you say something! Stop that, naughty kitty!” She exclaims, trying to pull herself together to wriggle forward, the muscles of her tail pulsing against the tight wrapping of Miku’s throat… and getting exactly nowhere except down.<br/><br/>OOC: Not doing this as a proper combat or anything since Miku got an excellent roll and Lem’s going to her tum for sure, so there are no proper ‘rounds’, just writing some stuff that seems fun.<br/><br/>Like a scaley noodle, Lem’s apparently-effortlessly slurped up by Miku, till only the human portion of her torso is dangling from Miku’s lips, half resting on the distended bulge of Miku’s belly filled with the naga’s own tail. The situation frees Miku’s hands, and the catgirl ruthlessly uses them to divest Lem of her bandeau-top, exposing her breasts to the ticklishly rough surface of Miku’s tongue… distraction enough to slip Lem’s weakly-struggling hands between her lips, and swallow firmly.<br/><br/>Lem’s breasts make an impressive bulge in the catgirl’s throat. Her tail thrashes uselessly, bulging Miku’s belly this way. Her eyes are wild, as the outside bulge of her breasts slides down behind Miku’s, and on into the catgirl’s stomach, whilst Miku’s lips slide forwards over her head.<br/><br/>“Lam, halp?” She begs, her last view of her fellow imp, possessing her pretty drow body, is through the strands of saliva dangling between Miku’s sharp little kitty-fangs, till with a snap the catgirl closes her mouth and cuts off all light. “Noooo!” Lem protests, and it echoes gently up Miku’s throat as the bulge of the naga’s head is none-too-gently forced down into Miku’s stomach.<br/><br/>Inside, the mass of coils fills almost all the available space, and Lem’s face-and-breasts can be felt, pressing up against the tight-sealed sphincter of Miku’s oesophagus. Then the wriggly mass of the naga shifts, and Miku can feel Lem’s breasts squeezing against either side of her spine.<br/><br/>“Gah!” Lem protests, as she dunks herself thoroughly in the acidic depths of Miku’s tum, then face and breasts slide upwards along the front of Miku’s belly, outlined surprisingly clearly. “Um, miss kitty mystery pooper,” Lem says, “very sexy and all, but I’d like to come out now. It’s a bit… itchy… in here…”