Bitsa begins to purrrrr once more, a deep rumble that travels through everything around him, most especially the tigress straddled on top of his neck and chest clutching to the form of the deer slipping deeper. Another thick gulp ripples through his gullet, the muscles felt flexing under her form as the deer's rump is dragged into the tiger's jaws, only leaving his legs stuck out through the tiger's lips which slide slowly upwards taking the deer in inch my inch. The tiger's neckfur is grossly swollen with the vast majority of the deer lying inside the tight, slippery confines being worked deeper with every liquid gulp, his head pressing into the digestive inferno of the tiger's stomach slowly inching him towards his final resting place. The tiger's paws on her back would continue to rub and caress her own form appreciating every rub and squeeze of his body from the tigress.