Glancing up as Johan slowly but steadily pulls himself up and out of Naji’s throat, Cyria can’t help but wonder what the eventual reaction would be when Naji actually manages to keep him down for a longer period of time.  It’s all fun and games when you know that you can get out of someone’s stomach, but what happens when you try to get out and fail, possibly more than once?  Questions for later though, she supposed, and who could really say what would happen then.<br/><br/>Johan’s direct comment towards her made her pause and look up at him.  As he was with his hands still mostly caught within Naji’s throat, it wouldn’t be hard to force him back down, or at least do enough to allow Naji to gulp him back down.  Stretching one of her forelegs up, she rests it almost mockingly on his head, pushing down slightly.  As much as she wanted to just push him back down, though, she knew that on some level Naji wouldn’t truly forgive her if she helped too much with Johan; that was a conquest that she very much wanted to be her own.<br/><br/>Eventually, she pulled back, and went back to lapping at Naji’s nethers, wrapping her two forelegs around the still-squirming dome of her stomach.  Although she hadn’t done much to keep Johan there, she had a rather different opinion on the half-orc’s capacity to escape, and she quickly began to gently but insistently knead her back into a smaller and more manageable shape.  Of course, she also knew how good that this would feel, so that was an obvious additional benefit.<br/><br/>Johan cuddling up next to her was a bit unexpected, although not at all unwelcome, and she almost immediately loops a pair of legs around him and pulls him close, helping him get a more personal feel for the bulge Sasara was making in her underbelly.  “Mmm, well, if she decides to stay, I’ll have more silk than I know what to do with, so feel free to make any requests.”