Pressing herself against Sasara and returning her hug as eagerly as she can in her present state, Cyria’s whole body is shuddering in time with the movements of the naga’s tail as it squirms and shifts inside her.  Buried as deep into Cyria as she is, even though Cyria isn’t consciously trying to pull her in deeper every little movement is only serving to slowly but surely slide her deeper and deeper into the drider’s body.  The fact that Jutii was still giving just enough token resistance to add that extra dimension of stimulation was the perfect addition to Sasara’s practiced ministrations.  Cyria was honestly a bit surprised that the lizard still had enough strength to move at all, to say nothing of being able to put up any kind of resistance to being packed even tighter into her stomach, but it was a welcome surprise to be sure, and the feeling of having both portions of her body full and stretching her out at the same time was a rare indulgence, and was one she fully intended enjoy it as much as she can.<br/><br/>Just as Sasara gives Cyria more than a few little nibbles and teasing bites with her fangs, Cyria is doing much the same, although her attention is drawn more to the naga’s ears and jawline.  Although she had emptied most of her venom into the orc currently bulking out Naji’s belly, there was enough remaining to trickle down the side of Sasara’s face, leaving a similarly tingling and numbed streak of skin in its wake.  Leaning back just a bit, she takes advantage of the fact that bulk of the naga’s weight is now resting inside her to shift her hands to Sasara’s breasts, fondling and rolling the pillowy orbs against her own and working to give the naga just as much pleasure as she was giving her.<br/><br/>Sasara’s acknowledgement of Cyria’s warning at the same time that she forces her hips fully inside is all the indication that Cyria needs, and she was drawing dangerously close to the point where she wouldn’t be able to be hold back regardless.  Hauling Sasara up, she leans back at the same time, her rear legs sliding out and allowing her abdomen to drop down to the floor, tipping her upper body back even further.  Sasara’s kiss is the last straw, and Cyria squeezes her tight to her chest.  While she doesn’t have the religious fervor that Sasara has, the raw passion that she’s incited in the drider is just as potent in return, and her own tongue is dancing and sliding against Sasara’s just as eagerly.<br/><br/>“Th-thank you, sister.  If you ever want back out, I have a f-feeling that our new friends might be able to help with that…”  Cyria’s voice is quaking just as much as her body was, and a second later her eyes roll back before they flutter shut, her concentration entirely gone.<br/><br/>However, Sasara’s manifold efforts simply prove too much for Cyria, and her entire body begins to twitch and quake as a massive climax begins to crash over her like a tidal wave.  With the way she’s almost lifted Sasara above her, gravity is aiding her efforts slightly, and Sasara once again begins to sink downwards.  Not so much a series of more traditional gulps and swallows as it was continuous suction,  Cyria’s entire abdomen seems to pulse, bulge, and stretch back out as Sasara’s humanoid half disappears into her bulging underbelly.  Her stomach slips inside easily, and the lips of Cyria’s nethers lodge firmly against the bottom of Sasara’s bust.  The prodigious size of her breasts prove a more significant obstacle, but Sasara just gives a giggle and slides her arms down her front, using her elbows to slowly but surely stretch Cyria wider.  Then, she gives one last wiggle of her shoulders and like a dam bursting, another contraction seizes her and a lewd slurping noise accompanies her body being entirely sucked from sight.  Collapsing entirely to the floor, Cyria just lays sprawled on the floor as her abdomen heaves and flexes, trying to find out how to ball up the naga as much as possible and relieve some of the tension on her stretched-out carapace.<br/><br/>A good minute or two later, Cyria blearily pulls her upper body back upright, leaning against the tub as she looks down at her swollen belly.  “Aaaahhh...sleep well, my friend.  Say hello to Viera while you’re in there, and feel free to bug her for a way out, if you can figure out how.”  Looking back at the bed, her eyes go a bit wider before she breaks out into a broad smile when realized why Johan was conspicuously absent as well as Naji looking far more bulked-out that she was expecting.  “Ahaha, was that your idea or his?  Either way, well done.  Now, let me show you one more benefit to such a large belly when you have an obliging friend nearby…”  Practically dragging herself across the floor, Cyria pulls herself over to the bed before putting her hands to work on the bulging and shifting dome of flesh, working to massage and pat down any particularly noticeable bulge, encouraging the two occupants to sit still and let Naji digest in peace.  However, as it looks more and more like the two weren’t interested in doing so, Cyria’s head dips down and, giving Naji a knowing smirk before she disappears behind the swell of her stomach, starts to give her a series of feather-light kisses, slowly working her way down from her bellybutton towards her nethers.