“Yes, that wasn’t exactly something from my normal list of spells earlier.  I’m still not entirely sure how it works, but it seemed to come out as some sort of response to me focusing on the feeling of Viera being linked to me...I’m not sure if you had a similar feeling, or perhaps if it was with Disa instead.  It’s something that intend to investigate more, but that’s a pursuit for a time when we have more free time on our hands.”  There was a definite note of curiosity in Cyria’s voice, but at the same time she wasn’t sure exactly how to go about that kind of investigation; growing twelve-foot ectoplasmic tentacles out of her body was hardly discreet.<br/><br/>Johan’s mention of his eating preferences in regards to steak get a bit of a giggle from her, and she goes back to soaping up his back as he continues into more hypothetical territory.  “Mmm, size is certainly a concern - not everyone can stretch like Sasara can.  The lizardgirl from earlier was about all that I can manage as well, at least the normal way.  Of course, if you ever do feel the inclination and the opportunity presents itself, there is always the growth spell that I used on Yumina.  I’m sure that, even with your inexperience in that regard, being ten feet tall will help with that significantly.”<br/><br/>His description of the feelings and some of the psychology behind being a semi-willing meal brings some of her earlier blush back to her face.  She had never thought about it in that regard, but she supposed that it’s not something that you could really understand unless you had experienced it already.  “Being on the outside is similar, I suppose, but it’s a different kind of rush.  Instead of being reduced to food, you’ve done it to someone else, and it’s...well, it’s a power trip, to be honest.  Of course, there’s also the fact that there’s nothing quite like the feeling of someone squirming around inside you but doing nothing except giving you an enjoyable evening.”<br/><br/>“Speaking of…”  Pushing forward, she presses herself up against Johan’s back, which in turn presses him more tightly up against Sasara.  Reaching around his front, one hand starts to lazily slide over his chest before it starts to dip down towards his waistline.  “Naji will be on her way eventually, and she doesn’t seem like the person to antagonize by enjoying her man in front of her.  Besides, there’s only so much teasing I’ll put up with when I have a nice, muscular, scrumptious-looking guy like you in front of me and a girl like Sasara on the other side.”