<span style="font-weight: bold">Swordsman/Caronna</span><br/><br/>The swordsman whimpers, and Caronna tastes salty tears against the rich, full flavour of his flesh. He can feel her her tongue, on his face, not the caresses of a beautiful, powerful, passionate lover, but the smacking lips of a predator tasting her food... and finding it delicious. Saliva drips and dribbles onto him, inside his armor, down his arms and legs, her breath as hot and foetid and a swamp. From within, he can hear the weak screams and protest of his comrade, as she's mercilessly shoved and squeezed, beaten down by Caronna's powerful abdomen into the very bottom of her stomach, making room for him. Her kicks and punches are nothing to the Zinny, merely tiny bulges in her belly, that reach out to brush and caress her comrade's skin in a mockery of adoring softness...