<span style="font-weight: bold">Dura/Odette</span><br/><br/>Odette moans and arches, her stomach jouncing Xarces brutally... until it falls still, accompanied by the reverberations of adorably soft snoring. "I guess you win, sweet Xarces," Dura purrs through Odette's stomach lining. "Although Odette<span style="font-style: italic">does</span>look tasty," she sighs, "I'm sorely tempted to devour her and digest you both," she says, petting Odette's body gently. "Perhaps not. Know that escape leads only into<span style="font-style: italic">my</span>belly, though," Dura continues, curling up besides her pretty agent...