<span style="font-weight: bold">Sasara</span><br/><br/>‘Slllrrk-GLUK!’<br/><br/>I swallow, gulping the mass of the not-purely-human male down into my gurgling gut. My throat gently rubs and massages his<span style="font-style: italic">maleness</span>is it slips down, a near-endless series of ripples sliding from base to tip. It’s so much nicer to swallow boys backwards. Somehow, they’re always so aroused by it, and it's inconvenient to have their member poking and catching against my oesophagus the whole way down. They’re so eager to get it inside a pretty girl, they barely even seem to mind that I’m going to melt them away…<br/><br/>“So<span style="font-style: italic">tasty</span>,” I thrum happily, at the entirely unexpected, yet delicious, hint of a smoky, spicy infernal flavour. “Mmm…” I thrumm happily. Men make<span style="font-style: italic">such</span>good starters… whilst the sweeter flavour of women is better enjoyed as a languid<span style="font-style: italic">dessert</span>...<br/><br/>I can feel Ambril’s form making it’s way down into my stomach, passing through my torso-tum and into the snake-belly beyond, his mass and features bulging out my slim(ish) form.<br/><br/>‘Glorp~GURGLE’<br/><br/>My stomach groans, as it welcomes him, and I practically quiver in delight as I can feel the acids within begin the not-too-slow process of melting him away.<br/><br/>A moment’s examination of the situation shows the situation broadly turning in our favour over the bandits - rotten fruit that needed to be removed from the bowl of civilisation. Luckily, overripe fruit is the sweetest and most delicious. Still, whilst the rather rude rat-woman is fleeing (and I have to recognise I’m no longer in any condition to pursue her) and many of her companions are digesting in allied stomachs, it seems the bandit-Lizardess Jutii is gradually drawing Cyria the spideress between her lips, and Johan has actually been swallowed by the Drodjee the Orc-woman.<br/><br/>Both look mouthwateringly tasty. Jutii… well, it’s clear Cyria doesn’t belong in anyone’s tum, and gulping the Lizardess down myself - or forcing her down Cyria’s throat - would only be expressing the natural order. Whilst the bulge that Johan had become in Drodjee’s belly… well, for all that I’d felt a powerful attraction to the human male, at least some of that had been due to his obvious<span style="font-style: italic">deliciousness</span>... and it’s hard to deny that it was really his destiny to end up in someone’s tum, and from his attraction to pretty tauric girls, slathered as an attractive layer of fat upon her breasts. Still… there’s no reason I couldn’t digest Drodjee out from around him, and once I had, my stomach might even be soothed enough to be a survivable environment for him…<br/><br/>“Mmm…” I thrum happily, letting the will of my Goddess guide my instincts - and lunge at the pretty Lizardess Jutii, her sticky tongue entangled with Cyria…<br/><br/>14:m<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/413011">http://orokos.com/roll/413011</a>m<br/><br/>But delayed - and intensely pleasured - by the squirming, thrashing form of Ambril the sorcerer in my distended belly, my attack falls far, far short of scooping the lizardess up and into my lips…