Admittedly, there was something about being eaten that was terrifying, even to her. For all the pleasures she'd enjoyed in her home, for all the different types of attention one could lavish upon another's body, the single thing she'd never quite grown bold enough to attempt was to allow another to devour her, to take her body, everything she was, and bring it right to the very core of their being. She'd never placed herself so utterly and completely under another's whim, allowing their stomach to hold her lovingly, snugly...or, allowing that very same stomach to slowly break apart her beautiful body little by little, converting her into food for whatever lucky girl - or monster - finally decided to claim her.  She'd become a part of them forever, everything she was, broken down as simple nutrients for another being.<br/><br/>It was terrifying...yet, to a part of her, almost gratifying. Almost EXCITING. Many, many delicious girls had slid down her throat to wile away their final hours simmering inside her tight, snug little belly, giving into the gurgles and groans of her body breaking them down, using their nutrients to build up her curves. Was that her eventual fate? Was it what she WANTED? Perhaps not...or, perhaps so.<br/><br/>Biting her lower lip, Vesele feels her cheeks grow hotter at Aiyaka's look, her little teases. She could feel the little 'rumble' of the kitsune's tummy hidden away beneath her robe, could feel the slight vibrations it sent through her fingertips. It sounded so hungry, so EAGER...and, she imagined, more than a little of that eagerness was due to Aiyaka's own gaze, how she so eagerly looked over the softness of her own body, her curves, her delicate flesh....flesh that, after a few hours simmering in the kitsune's tummy, would be mere mush...food...<br/><br/>"Mmfff...I hear it..." Vesele whispers, shifting uneasily in place. It was...arousing, in the strangest of ways. The gorgeous kitsune could take her, all she was...and sent her on a one-way trip down her throat, through her stomach, and out that tight little hole between the shapely cheeks of her rear. The compliments to her own taste, how delicious she'd be...ohhh, how they made her SHIVER, how they made her nearly lose her concentration. She could feel the itchy sensation between her shoulderblades of her wings desperately wanting to sprout, the equally as itch sensation above her shapely rump of her tail seeking to once more come forth...it was all she could do, in those seconds, to keep herself focused enough to keep her cover up "Mm...not as tasty as you, my dear..." Vesele returns, trying to keep up with the teasing. Yet, for once, Aiyaka found her almost spellbound by the sounds emanating from her tummy, the teases she so lavished upon her...<br/><br/>It is almost a blessing when Eowyn pulls Aiyaka away, as a part of her was very much considering squeezing a hand into the kitsune's mouth, just to experience what it might be like to have her throat squeezing down around her arm, pulling at her eagerly...<br/><br/>...Would Aiyaka even be able to stop herself if she'd tried it? Or, would the kitsune lose all semblance of control, and hungrily gulp her down, ensuring she was little more than a nice, slowly-digesting bulge inside the heated confines of her stomach...<br/><br/>Again, she shivers at the thought, using the moment of distraction to step back beside Cyra.<br/><br/>A small part of her felt...jealous, perhaps, at how possessive Eowyn was of the kitsune.  How readily she tasted her, how eagerly she kissed her and even expressed 'MY girlfriend', as if ensuring Vesele knew her place. It made her chest sting just a little bit, but she was obviously in the right. After all, Vesele was a newcomer, and all the more likely, was SOMETHING'S food before the day's end. At least, that was the thought - though, she might not give 'something' it's way...<br/><br/>Cyra's touch draws her out of her thoughts, and she looks quite surprised to see the Kari's hand clasping her own, so very gently. Smiling upwards at the Kari, she whispers appreciativly "Thank you..." And nuzzles herself a little closer against her side, just between her body and one of her foremost legs. It was, really, one of the safer places she could be, and if Cyra was willing to protect her...well, it was not something she was going to balk at. Not when the Kari, despite her gruff nature, had been so kind.