<span style="font-weight: bold">Ambrosia</span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">I shivered as I realised Eiyre didn’t intend to give me the chance to feed her Xarithe… she was doing to devour us both, now-now-now. I was a little jealous… if she though she had the capacity for two-at-a-time, I would’ve swallowed Xarithe myself and let her throat handle me and my bulging, wriggling belly… too late now, I thought.<br/><br/>Anyway, I could always eat Xarithe once we were in her belly, and this way, I’d get tummysex too…<br/><br/>I moaned a little into Xarithe’s ear, our heads pressed close together to make it easier for her, as I heard the soft popping of Eiyre’s jaw. Soon. Soon.<br/><br/>Her breath was hot on the back of my neck, welcome relief from the chilly patter of the rain. Her lips tease our crowns, mussing my hair, but with a little extra work on her part, soon they’re sliding over my head, Xarithe’s face, darkness blacker and hotter than the night engulfing us both. <br/><br/>Eiyre’s fast and efficient in her swallowing. I’ve been eaten by lovers before, and not always ones I’ve fully trusted to release me willingly, but even - especially - they worked to make the act of sliding down their throats slow, erotic, between lovers. This… this is almost a battleswallowing, I feel like <span style="font-style: italic">food</span>, and it makes me <span style="font-style: italic">so hot</span>... I tangle my legs with Xarithe, knowing my petals are dripping with nectar, seasoning our flesh for Eiyre… and in this moment I feel there’s no better accompaniment for the meal she’s making of me than Xarithe…<br/><br/>Her moan reverberates around me as Xarithe’s cock scrapes her throat, and her firm grip on our entwined legs shifts to a strong, erotic massage. Her stomach gurgles an eager welcoming, ridiculously loud as our heads approach it through the tight, squeezing tunnel of her oesophagus. <br/><br/>The next pulse of her throat pushes us inside her belly, welcomed by the acrid scent of an acid-rich environment, the slimy, pulsing walls, the humidity, the darkness, the tight squeezing embrace… it makes me wet - and having to share it only makes me wetter. Not that I mean to do so for long…<br/><br/>Xarithe, at least, seems to be enjoying the warmth and the company only a little less than the experience, which is rather flattering to say the least, considering how enjoyable it’s been so far…<br/><br/>Eiyre’s stomach begins to conform to our shape, and in turn, forces us to curl tightly around one another. Nibbling and nipping Xarithe’s flesh is limited to what my mouth can reach, and rubbing and massaging is barely easier - and anyway divided between his firm flesh and squishier, wetter walls of Eiyre’s stomach. My breasts flatten against his body, my nipples hard as thorns and scraping him no less roughly. Eiyre’s tongue winds between our toes, as with a final swallow they’re pulled into her maw, to be unresistingly gulped down. I wonder what the others are making of this - hopefully some will have seen how fun it is to be a willing meal, or how exciting it is to <span style="font-style: italic">have</span> one… I expect more than just a couple of cultists will be introduced to hungry,  virgin stomachs tomorrow…<br/><br/>“Ahh,” Eiyre sighs, the sound thundering from above us and rolling out around our feet - then we’re roughly jostled as she slumps back onto her bedroll, as relaxed any woman who’s just finished a full and delectable meal, and grateful to finish the hard work of supporting three whole bodies on her poor little feet. <br/><br/>I use the moment of disoriented tumbling to twist myself around Xarithe, bringing us almost face-to-face, cock-to-cunt. I can feel his engorged member squeezed tight against my belly, throbbing at being within Eiyre’s belly. "Mmmm... do I really have to let you two out in the morning?" Eiyre says, and  I feel her fold herself, her face coming to rest atop the plump curve of her overfilled tum, as she does what I’ve done many times and embraces the meal within her stomach. I press, hard, against her stomachlining, the imprint of my hand reaching up to caress her face. "Just keeping you in there forever would be wonderful."<br/><br/>‘Forever’ for us could mean as little as a few minutes to squeeze the resistance from us, if her stomach got serious, followed by the leisurely overnight hours of digestion, till all that remained of Xarithe and I would be a little extra plumpness on her breasts and her butt, an improvement in muscle tone, if she chose to exercise and turn us into strength… it was a little scary, and a little sexy…<br/><br/>Of course, <span style="font-style: italic">I</span> at least probably could remain a permanent passenger, provided she restrained her digestion to the work of acids, kept her stomach walls relaxed. It would be no hardship… <span style="font-style: italic">I</span> could break her food up for her, smear it into a thick nutritious paste on pain of <span style="font-style: italic">becoming</span> that paste… naturally, I’d have to eat it myself, too - forevermore, or for so long as she kept me and kept me alive, Eiyre would be eating for two… and sex, well… I suppose she could swallow playthings, fun for me and food for her… <br/><br/>Xarithe nudges us back to practicality, pointing out that we have a task to complete, one more important and significant than becoming a permanent, symbiotic part of Eiyre’s digestive tract… though he seems remarkably <span style="font-style: italic">relaxed</span> at the prospect of being digested, eagerly kissing and suckling at my neck. Ultimately that means I probably will - if another predator he doesn’t get him first and he doesn’t change his mind… fairies are more-or-less immortal, after a fashion, and I know I won’t forget him no matter how many times my life cycles before <br/>he’s ready…<br/><br/>It all makes <span style="font-style: italic">me</span> wet and ready, too ready, for him, for his member within me now. I arch my back, pushing against Eiyre’s powerful stomach with all my strength, and with the space I roll my hips forward and slid my netherlips onto his cock. Eiyre’s stomach provides the pressure to hilt him in me, as I relax quivering onto him. There’s little enough space, but the walls of her stomach squeeze in, massaging us and stirring him around within me... and I can at least roll my hips for him… and, of course, his touch on the <span style="font-style: italic">highly</span> sensitive portions of the gossamer wings wrapped tightly around my back...</div></div></div>