<span style="font-weight: bold">Ambrosia</span><br/><br/>I had little enough desire to cause trouble for the lovely stomach surrounding me, squeezing me, bringing me so close to a gushing orgasm that it'd be free to digest - especially since it wasn't digesting me. I could feel someone, one of my allies, tucking comfortably in the naga's scales, rubbing against my body through the stomachwalls, and I<span style="font-style: italic">ground</span>myself against the hardness of a limb - arm or leg, I barely cared. I wanted to get off, for my sake and this wonderful naga's. Icontinued writhing and squirming, not to escape, but to give them pleasure... hoping I wouldn't distract them<span style="font-style: italic">too</span>badly from the fight I was sure they were on my - our - side for...