Down in the drow's stomach, Johan has no idea what’s going on outside of Naji’s stomach- nor does he need to unless and until he stops being drow food. Eyes firmly shut, to protect the sensitive orbs from caustic slime, all he has to work with is smell, taste, hearing- but mostly touch, feeding him the sensations of gravity, the orc’s body, and the feel of the soft but taut stomach walls around him to give his trained mind a precise picture of where he is. Heat’s already soaked through his body much faster than the acids had, and the tingle of just-begun digestion on his flesh beseeches him to just relax and let the hungry drow claim him, just like Drodjee. That’s a familiar sensation, one he’s conquered many, many times- and despite the teasing that emanates from all around the mercenary, it’s one he already knows he’ll keep on conquering. No, Naji wouldn’t now, nor would she ever be the beneficiary of Johan simply giving in to his most likely fate and allowing a particularly congenial predator to be the one to implement it- nor would Johan ever be likely to submit to that, though the future was always hard to guarantee. The predator that made a prize of Johan would be the first one to have a stomach too strong, too well-secured for him to wriggle his way out of while none of his friends were nearby and willing to help him out, and that was as it should be. Naji… just didn’t make the grade, though perhaps someday Johan’s erstwhile lover might.<br/><br/>None of that, of course, makes Johan take his situation any less seriously, nor does it prevent him from feeling his usual eager, perverted thrill at Naji’s teasing- just as the drow’s aware he loves it. Hell, he’d once offered to wear a collar and leash for the drow- but when he insisted on it staying entirely in private between them so as to not compromise what was already a somewhat tenuous qualification to lead, Naji’d let the entire idea lie fallow for a more promising day.<br/><br/>One of the less well known, but undeniably… intimate parts of being swallowed by someone was the way your entire world shrunk down to their body. Nothing else exists in the world but the pure immediacy of the stomach, and those specific seconds- the past, the future, everywhere outside, all other concerns, they’re nothing compared to each squeeze of a stomach muscle, each dash of acid. When your predator talks, it’s coming from right next to you, and it’s also coming through vibrations of their entire body- which happens to be all around you. It’s loud, louder than the sound of the stomach working on you, and so every little sigh, every quiet moan, every word commands your complete attention. Hence, Johan was completely away of all of Naji’s little talks, and rewarded each one by an involuntary twitch of pleasure. Naji’s hand traces down the man’s back through a shell of tight flesh, and he relaxes just a little to feel that caress- familiar, and never unwelcome. “And someday, maybe you’ll see why I do,” he calls out to the drow. She’s intent on something else, though, and Johan confines himself to playing with Drodjee while she watches Cyria. Nothing much, just a squeeze here, a tiny movement of his leg out of her grasp there, always just teasing her with the prospect of getting her stomachmate in her own grasp without ever letting her have the substance of control.  All quite playful, at least to the one who confidently expected to end the night outside of a stomach.<br/><br/>When Naji begins to talk about him, he mentally perks up- ahh, yes. So, he tasted good with the orc? He’d expected to, though of course Naji was never so rude as to say that he wasn’t one of the best things she’d ever tasted. “You know I can hear you just fine, right?” He asks, pressing his head sideways into a swell of stomach up near one of Naji’s (for now) undersized breasts, and winning a slightly more fierce rub from a hand for his troubles. “And it was, most definitely, my plan. This is all a gift to you, dear, and I figured the only thing better than getting to keep your first meal was to temporarily be so stuffed with two you couldn’t move! I know it’s not QUITE your birthday, but, well, close enough,” he teases. “Almost a pity I won’t be staying.” He relaxes, letting the acids wash over his back, dripping into the pool at the bottom of the stomach. They tingled, of course, and promised him much more if he was so rash as to stay- he’d felt the bulges of other predators he’d worked with before, feeling their meals soften with time, growing smaller, sometimes still awake to the end. How could he not have wondered what it felt like? Well- someday he’d likely find out. He was proud of how well Naji was adapting to becoming a predator as she was manifestly meant to be- Johan never pried about her past life, but her inability to fight, her being up on the surface as a de facto exile, he didn’t need to. Teaching her how to defend herself, and how to capture and hold live prey, that was one of his gifts to his talented quartermaster. This was merely the next step in Johan’s patient education of her- after tonight, her stomach would ‘know’ how to digest a live meal when it stayed inside her long enough, experience it had never had.<br/><br/>Johan had his own memories of their first time together. There’d been a unit banquet, he’d flirted with the strange, pretty drow in his own way as he had with everyone, they’d headed back to her tent, and one thing simply… led to another. They’d had sex, and then in the lazy afterglow, arrogant as ever, he’d teased her with a hand in her mouth until she finally gulped him down. He let her gloat for a minute or so, saying the most romantic things, until he pushed his way out of the surprised drow with hardly any effort- and since then, the romance and unattainability of Johan as a meal had been the two odd engines of their steady relationship.<br/><br/>Redirecting his attention to Drodjee, he rides out the spirited orc’s attempts to roll on top of him. Pressed naked into her back, skin to skin with Naji’s juices forming a lubricant that squelched when they moved past each other, Johan can feel the orc’s muscles under him with such precision that he knows when the orc is going to make a move almost before she does. He keeps hold of her and enjoys the feeling of sharing a stomach in the wet heat, feeling his member start to recover from his early passionate interlude with a drider given all the new stimulation. Again resting his head on Drodjee’s shoulder, he rides out the flurry of movement. “Mmm. Probably not,” he says. “But it would have just meant you took up someone else’s stomach immediately, while here you get to contribute to my lover’s education and curves- I think that’s a charitable act that might get you a little extra favor with your gods, don’t you?” He keeps his voice pitched low so that Naji can’t quite hear his side of the byplay. A sharp tug almost upsets his balance, but not quite. Laughing, “You had your choice. First time’s free- second time, you have to ask politely, my dear orc. I am happy that you know you’re food, though.” He dunks her head under the pool, letting her get a faceful of the thick, goopy liquid before letting her rise up into the fetid air. With one hand, he continues to reach around the orc’s shoulder, grabbing and gently caressing one of the smooth green breasts, but the other… “But here, a little taste before you go-” He presses his other hand into Drodjee’s gasping mouth, filling it and forestalling her next retort with his hand- and soon enough, with a quick tug, his wrist as fingers push into the top of her throat. She’s too weak to pull him in more than that, though she tries with the tastes of acid and Johan mixed on her tongue.<br/><br/>“The end?” Johan calls out, “Hardly. Just consoling your dinner. But it is rather cramped in here. As much as I know I’d make you look better, I’ll happily make the sacrifice of Drodjee to your curves so that I can keep admiring them from the out...side...” he trails off, aware that Naji herself has paused. He doesn’t know quite why, yet. But when Cyria starts to stroke Johan through the bulge, he moans. The hands felt different enough that he could tell the difference. “Cyria! Such a surprise!” He says, his voice catching. “I’m honored that you’d help her out- it won’t be enough unless you sat on her chest to physically block me from escaping, though, howevermuch my lover likes to boast. But please, amuse yourself!” And soon enough, he feels Naji tense up and start to moan- the slight imprint of a kiss heading downwards, Johan feels just as well as the drow. “Ahhhh,” he says, knowingly.<br/><br/>Still letting Drodjee nibble on his hand, Johan lets himself give in just a little to the pleasure, as the drow’s body temperature rises around him with the first flush of passion. Better than anyone, he knows Naji’s tender spots, and using his body and hips he rubs Drodjee’s face and body into them while pushing back against hands and Cyria’s probing from the outside. That he’s also using the same motions to rub himself against the orc could probably be guessed, though Johan doesn’t make a sound as he daringly uses caustic acids for a lube. The acids rise, coating him thoroughly with a deeper tingling, but this close to a climax he dares a little longer. A slight tensing, a sudden spasm, and the slimy pool around Drodjee’s hands and knees receives a little addition of human ‘juices’. Then, Johan relaxes, letting the stomach tease and knead him even more as the tingling starts to become a faint burn. And then… “There we go. Our dear orc’s satisfied at last,” he crows. “Now, let’s see-”<br/><br/>Very suddenly, one hand jams through the sphincter into Naji’s throat, pressing up and outward for resistance; it’s joined by the other, which widen and physically hold the drow’s throat open. Mashing Drodjee deeper into the pool, he sidles up her slippery back, waddling to get his head into the sphincter. Though he can feel the throat clenching around him as Naji tries to keep both of her meals, Johan knows her throat’s rhythms quite well- his head crowns through, followed by his shoulders, and then he spends the remainder of the time shoving himself upwards. After a minute or so of patient, irresistable climbing, first one arm and then another emerges slightly reddened and shiny from Naji’s mouth- clinging to her jaw for leverage as Johan pulls, head and chest emerging to scrape over the drow’s tongue to give her a second shot of human flavor. There, seeing Cyria, Johan grins- “Told you. No need to help, I’ll be right on out of here in just a minute longer- dear, your stomach’s getting nicely talented, but your throat still needs work before it’ll be strong enough to keep me,” he chides with a grin.<br/><br/>((First roll was a 2, the second an 18; first doesn’t escape with his +9 bonus, but the second one does even with the probable 2/3 HP penalty from another round of digestion, so with Cass’s OK I wrote all the way to escape. :3))