((I was waiting on Anita to get something up before I went ahead and posted again, but it's been a few days...so, here it is! x3 I allowed a smidge more opportunity for them to respond, but if not...next post will likely end with a very full and satisfied Vesele. x3))<br/><br/>Every soft, bare inch of Aiyaka's body that traveled across Vesele's tongue made it all the more difficult for the girl to take her time and savor her meal. For all her more gentle, seductive methods, there was simply a part of her that CRAVED this...craved the feeling of such a deliciously mouth-watering girl sliding along her tongue, craved the sensation of her soft, fleshy body sliding down her throat,<span style="font-style: italic">craved</span>the sensation of of feeling another girl squirming in her stomach, grinding and bucking against the hot, slick interior of her body as it slowly began the process of digesting her, turning that mouth-watering, lovely girl into something that she'd get to keep, forever. Well, mostly. What didn't continue the travel through her body to squeeze out the tight little pucker that the fox-girl had tended to so lovingly just a few moments before. The thought was an enticing one, and unable to help herself, Vesele shudders in delight around her mouthful, her excited, eager heartbeat picking up pace as her delectable meal slides further down her throat, inch by delicious inch.<br/><br/>Even half-buried within Vesele's throat, it is easy for Aiyaka to pick up the sheer DESIRE that practically permeates every soft, delicate swallow. The way the seductive woman's heartbeat thundered so loudly in her ears, the soundless vibration of moans that simply could not form with her throat filled by Aiyaka's body, the little trembles and shudders of delight that continually poured through the girl's body, in turn transferring into Aiyaka's own...it was difficult to tell what her fate might be. The girl had seemed so loving and snuggly, but yet every inch that she slides further towards her fate in that stomach just below, it becomes clear how much Vesele was ENJOYING her meal. Buried deep inside, the fox-girl can even feel a subtle shift in heat, the body around her just becoming slightly more hot, the air slightly more humid, as Vesele's body once more grew aroused, excited...eager...<br/><br/>Mmmm. By the goddess, the fox-girl was<span style="font-style: italic">divine</span>. Not only in flavor, not only in that wonderously soft texture as it glided along her tongue...but her voice, her words, so coaxing and teasing and enthralling. Again, Vesele quickly finds herself wrapped up in the fox-girl's voice, the need and desire that dripped so heavily from every word, very compliment, every description...and best of all, it was entirely of her own accord. She'd not had to work her mind-swaying seduction of the fox-girl...no, the delicious kitsune had given herself to Vesele of her own accord, and every word...was the voice of her true desires. It was...erotic. Erotic beyond her wildest dreams. Every little compliment sends a lovely tingle shooting up her spine, every description of her 'pretty mouth' or 'sexy throat' sending another jolt of desire throughout her body. It took very little for her own body to start, once more, burning in arousal, brought on by little more than Vesele's voice, and the sensation of giving the girl a potentially one-way trip into her tight, hungry belly.<br/><br/>Before Aiyaka completed that trip, though...Vesele had a pair of absolutely heavenly breasts trapped between her lips, and she had every intention of making full use of the fox's helpless situation to return some of the pleasure that had been inflicted upon her. With deft precision, Vesele's tongue squeezes it's way between those two lucious, fleshy orbs squeezed so tightly between her lips, lapping eagerly across the bare expanse of soft, warm skin that filled her mouth so wonderfully. That hot, saliva-slickened tongue travels ceaselessly across the soft expanse of voluptuous flesh, making a rather deliberate trail to miss the little pink buds that capped each of those mouth-watering mounds, to tease the poor fox-girl and make the eventual 'taste' all the sweeter. Fortunantely, it didn't take long. Aiyaka feels that tongue briefly hesitate against her, then in a single, sudden lick, curl across the stiffened nub of her left nipple, that amazing, soft tongue working the warm, sticky saliva that filled Vesele's mouth gingerly against that delicious little pleasure-sensor. Working her tongue dexterously, Vesele alternates licks between each nipple, never leaving one alone for more than a few seconds before it once more comes under the assault of that flexible, skillful little tongue, even as Anita tends to the equally as needy flower below.<br/><br/>Finally, though, the tongue-lashing comes to an end...though it makes the attention to those lovely breasts no less constant. Again, Aiyaka feels Vesele's throat once more relax slightly, no longer holding her steady in it's tight embrace...and, with a soft 'Glp', the hot, saliva-coated flesh surrounding her arms and head ripples slightly, pulling her further inwards with an almost delicate, graceful swallow. Aiyaka's shoulders slide along the soft, moist flesh of Vesele's cheeks, lightly grazing her teeth, whilst her breasts are forced to squeeze together in the far-too-tight confines of the girl's mouth, the upward-arched tongue guiding the delicious package along it's saliva-slickened length, until her shoulders press firmly into the arch of her gullet. Without so much as a moment's pause, Vesele swallows again, and Aiyaka finds her shoulders squeezing into the heavenly warmth of the woman's body, the overly-eager throat instantly squeezing around her flesh, wrapping her in a form-fitting blanket that ripples and squeezes around her constantly, working her ever lower into the very core of the girl who was her lover. The ability to enjoy the sensation is brief, because immediently afterwards, her breasts slide into the hot, tight passage...<br/><br/>....It was almost magical.<br/><br/>Like unseen hands, the hot, slick walls squeeze and caress those lucious orbs from every conceivable angle, nuzzling the soft flesh and endlessly teasing the delicate pink nipples that so enticingly capped the mouth-watering expanse of flesh. Whilst not quite as dexterous as Vesele's tongue, her throat was CONSTANT, ever-squeezing, ever-teasing, ever embracing her in the hot, saliva-soaked glove that fit to her body so perfectly. As with her head, the passage of Aiyaka's shoulders and breasts is rather enticingly televised in the soft, smooth skin of Vesele's neck, the alluring bulges working their way ever deeper into the hungry, aroused woman's body, coming closer and closer to sealing the delectable girl inside the hot interior of her tummy.<br/><br/>One more gentle swallow and Aiyaka finally feels something against her fingertips...something different from the tight, squeezing flesh that rippled around her. A tiny, tight ring of muscle. The entrance to Vesele's stomach. It almost feels as though the little ring of muscle was simply too tiny, too tight to open around even the fox-girl's hands, but as more and more of her body weight is pressed upon that delicate little ring, it slowly begins to slide open, irising around Aiyaka's fingertips and hand, then squeezing downwards along her wrists. The change in heat and humidity was instant. The interior of Vesele's body was like a furnace, so hot and so amazingly<span style="font-style: italic">inviting</span>. Every little flicker of a fingertip brings it in contact with the slimey, slick walls of the woman's stomach, every bit as soft as the most well-spun silk, every bit as snug as the most well-made blanket. For all the world, it could have been mistaken for a sea of velvet pillows, albeit pillows with the far more malicious intent to digest anything that came in contact with them.<br/><br/>Just as she prepares for another swallow, Vesele feels those fluffy tails once more set about the task of teasing her. Had she been able to moan around her mouthful, the sound - mingled with Aiyaka's powerful arousal - would likely have attracted every monster in the vicinity and then some. Thankfully, with her mouth full of delicious kitsune, she can do little but lightly arch her back, which in turn only makes the hit, snug grip of her throat all the tighter around Aiyaka's body, again briefly squeezing so tightly that her downwards decent is stopped mid-swallow. ~Oh...you dirty, dirty fox....Mmmm...not fair....~ She whispers in her mind, writhing under the tickling assault of that tail lightly caressing her tight little rump, still glistening with more than it's fair share of Aiyaka's cooled saliva. Her free tail, as it slides along Vesele's tummy, gets a rather unique sensation. Beneath the softness, beneath that tiny bit of muscle, just enough to add some 'curvature' to her belly, she could feel movement. Her own fingertips, lightly flicking against the inside of Vesele's stomach, just barely feelable through the soft flesh that surrounded them...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Srrrlp....gluuuk...Mmslrrrp...</span><br/><br/>The wet, fleshy sounds of Vesele's body rings out in Aiyaka's furry ears again and again as the woman's lips inch their way along her tummy, that amazing, dexterous tongue eagerly flicking against her flesh, working her warm saliva ceaselssly against the delicious skin that slid along it bit by bit. With a little hint of smugness, that tongue lightly tickles the kitsune's belly-button, before - with one more loud gulp - her tummy slides entirely between her lips. In turn, Aiyaka experinces the journey to the girl's stomach grow ever closer to conclusion, the tight little ring of muscle that had only encapsulated her hands, creeping upwards along her arms and over her head, finally admitting it into the immensly tight, fleshy confines of Vesele's soft tummy. The faint scent of acid, seemingly already being produced at the mere PROSPECT of a meal, tickles Aiyaka's nose, and reverberating around her comes a soft 'grrrrgle' of delight, the hungry girl's stomach seemingly quite pleased with the delicious offering that had been sent it's way.  Worked in inch by inch, Aiyaka's arms and then face press into the slimey, silky-soft bottom of the woman's stomach as more and more of her finds it's way into the immensly tight embrace by the second. Whereas Vesele's throat had been constrictive, her stomach felt like a fleshy vice, the gently-squeezing muscles of the stomach pressing the hot, slick flesh tightly against her cheeks and arms, giving her not even an inch to move without brushing against one of the inner walls of the woman's belly. Every movement, even flicking her ears, brought with it the feeling of grinding against the tight inner walls of Vesele's stomach, which in turn eagerly dribble tiny rivuletes of acid across her bare, vulnerable flesh.<br/><br/>Mmmmmffff....goddesss....yessssssss. She could feel it. Feel the fox-girl finally starting to slide into her tummy, feel her starting to reach the end of her journey....and to Vesele's, it was magical. Her body's desires sated, both internally and externally, a lovely girl to make her own if she so desired...Mmm, there was nothing else like it.<br/><br/>Of course, she still had Aiyaka to tend to...and, as those alluring hips begin to slide closer and closer to her lips, she felt a little pulse of eagerness shoot through her body. What Anita had started, she intended to finish.<br/><br/>With one little glance at Anita, meeting the catgirl's eyes with her own crimson gaze, Vesele offers a little ,apologetic wink. Unless Anita intended to follow those hips right between Vesele's lips (a motion that Vesele, herself, was certainly not going to stop...two meals for the price of one was almost too good to be true), the voluptuous woman makes a show of it to the nectar-aroused catgirl. Letting her watch as Vesele's lips creep upwards over the gentle swell of Aiyaka's hips, watch as her tongue gently slides along her lower belly to inch along the girl's thighs, but never quite between...watch as her teeth lightly nip the delicious cheeks of the fox-girl's rump as they slide between her jaws....<br/><br/>Suddenly, with a powerful, rather noisy swallow, Aiyaka feels the girl's throat seize around her, and YANK her inwards. In a single motion, her hips slide fully between Vesele's lips, into the heated embrace of her mouth, the humidity and moisture tingling against her skin, hinting at the pleasures that were soon to come. Pleasures that Aiyaka would not have to wait long to experience. Without any further foreplay, or even warning, Vesele's tongue darts deftly between the kitsune's tightly-squeezed thighs, and curling up insistantly against the soft, wet little folds of her sex. By the goddess, the heady scent of her arousal, the delicious TASTE of her nectar....Mmmm. Vesele wanted this. Wanted this badly, and unfortunantly for Aiyaka...all she could do was sit there and take it. Ohh, it was such a delicious turn of events...and one that Vesele found herself loving, every delicious second of it. From being held practically powerless in Aiyaka's grip, to the lustful fox-girl meeting the same lack of power in her own....<br/><br/>It was 'payback' time.<br/><br/>With skill that was far more practiced than it possibly should have been, Vesele's tongue begins to lap at the soft folds of Aiyaka's sex as her hips lay trapped in the warm embrace of her mouth. The way that slender little tongue could still move, even with her mouth so full, was nothing short of miraculous...and Vesele uses it to decidedly potent effect, eagerly flicking and coursing along the delicate folds of the kitsune's petals, only to delve between, into the immensly hot, dripping-wet depths of her body. The warm interior of her sex, so slick and practically quivering with need, instantly comes under assault from the dexterous little muscle, the nectar leaking freely from those inviting depths in turn being smeared right back against her flesh by the eager movements of that slender, pink tongue.  Almost as an afterthough, that tongue slides from it's warm haven within Aiyaka's sex, and strains upwards, curling...curling...<br/><br/>...and pressing against the tight little hole of kitsune's rump, just enough to sample the delicious, devious flavor and smear some of her own nectar against the tight little hole. Inwardly, Vesele shuddered...mmmm, delightful. She couldn't help but wonder how many, if any, girls had squeezed from that tight little hole. How many had met their fate inside the kitsune's stomach, digested into nutrients for her lucious body...and, in turn, completed their trip by squeezing out of that tight little place nestled beneath the girl's tails, hidden between those soft, perky cheeks of her rump...<br/><br/>Mm..the thought was so enticing....<br/><br/>The touch is only brief, however, and soon enough Vesele's tongue returns to it's origional target - the tight little folds that glistened with need and arousal. Aiyaka's entire world is heat and squeezing flesh and moisture, the woman's throat squeezing so amazingly tightly around her, caressing her shoulders, breasts, stomach...the embrace of her stomach, gently enveloping her head, encasing it in the furnace-like core of her body...and that tongue. That wonderous, dexterous, saliva-and-nectar coated tongue endlessly lapping against her petals, tirelessly seeking to bring the fox-girl to the greatest heights of pleasure...<br/><br/><br/>...Already, Aiyaka can feel Vesele's throat starting to tense around her, preparing for another swallow that would draw her hips into her throat...that would leave nothing but her tails and legs free to the outside world, the last reminder - save for the slowly-growing bulge in Vesele's stomach - that Aiyaka had ever been there in the first place...