The words coming from within my gut were really starting to get to me. Self control was probably my weakest characteristic to be brutally honest, and this was testing it to the maximum, every second it seemed more appealing to digest the dragonair, and simply work out something before Iru arrived, if she did come afterall. In a last attempt, I flipped over and landed on my belly, pushing the pudgy gut down into the velvet, wiggling a bit as I rested my elbows in the velvet folds, stomach pushed down into them.