<span style="font-weight: bold">Miku’s Meal</span><br/><br/>I shriek and struggle as Miku effortlessly cathandles me into her mouth, her surprisingly soft tongue licking first across the ticklish back of my neck, and then, my face. “Mmm…” I thrumm… even though I’d never been in anything’s mouth before, my own tongue licking out to caress the catwoman’s. Maybe this wasn’t so bad… I’d never felt so hot without flaming before… and it seems the catwoman is enjoying it too, as she purrs with pleasure, and her hands slide down my hips and onto my thighs. My own palms bat gently across her armor, her skin, half in protest, half in encouragement.<br/><br/>Then she hoiks me up, directly into her mouth and begins to stuff me down her throat. The deepening thrumming coming up only indicating her increasing pleasure as I went down, and I fought and struggled against it the best I could. There’s nothing I can do, as her tongue molests my breasts, and despite myself it feels good. I’d enjoy more if I weren’t being eaten, and even using that arousal there’s nothing I can do to get myself to light up in flames. The tight, pulsing tube sucks me down, smooshing my face into the hot, wet, burning - in a bad way - pit at the base of her stomach, then its ground slowly up the front of her stomach as she swallows the rest of me down. I try not to enjoy the feel of her tongue on my legs, until I realise it might be the last pleasure I ever have, then I, well, try to enjoy it. It makes me squirm.<br/><br/>At least she pets me, through her stomach, her fingertips touching and caressing my face. Maybe if I lull her into a sense of security with a little light squirming, she’ll let her guard down and I’ll be able to escape…<br/><br/>So far, her stomach acids have barely begun to burn… I have a little time… though I already feel itchy all over…<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Phylia’s Meal</span><br/><br/>Inside Phylia’s gloopy body, the fire-woman thrashes frantically, but there’s no possible escape from the soft, sticky touches across her form, arousing her, stimulating her… and she’s more than ready, when Phylia’s pseudopods slip inside her, enough that the tingling prickling of digestion almost feels pleasurable, and the sensation of being drawn to Phylia, attracted to her on some level beyond that of mere ecstasy, is quite, quite irresistable…<br/><br/>OOC: Phylia’s using some kind of soul-extract power, I guess?<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Other firewomen</span><br/><br/>The other firewomen are utterly out of it, moaning and writhing. Something is going to have to be done about them, eventually, and not too distant eventually...