The inkling of wrongness in the room, the touch of the unknown, was countered greatly for the fairy by the security of Meera's embrace as she holds firmly to Alura's body. The warmth of her body, the strength in the lovely neko's arms, and the softness of her breasts as they rest against, and slightly around her head, partially enveloping her in the very mounds Alura had felt with her own hands, the very breasts she'd claimed those four eaten by her had went. Alura sighs happy, taking a moment to lean back a bit further, to take in the moment "Not a bad place to end up at all." she whispers, shifting her head lightly against those breasts, while a hand dips down to gently grasp the side of Meera's thigh. "and my heads a perfect fit." she adds, as the tips of her pointed ears bob happily into the flesh of Meera's cleavage.<br/><br/>Alura maintains her position, walking forward while leaning back ever so slightly, never allowing their bodies to truly part, as her wings maintain their own little hug the deeper they delve into the cellar, clear up until the point they stand opposite of Actil. "Only down here for two days...and he hasn't  got it open yet?" this information was unsettling to the fae for two reasons, the first being the fact that a lesser well as this had been claimed to be should be a relatively trivial task to open....and more importantly the state of his body, as though this was only the first time she had seen him, she could wager to guess how much fuller his limbs, his frame, and his sunken eyes must have been before he began unlocking this well. To Cyria's arrival Alura simply nods "yes, she's a friend." she assures Meera.<br/><br/>Nodding to Anastasia Alura smiles "thank you, dear sister." knowing that the male's physical well being was in good hands with her sister tending to him, Alura is able to focus her attention on the well itself. "This is...very interesting....I'd never have suspected it to be like this....the well I mean." she says to no one in particular, as she digs her feet against the floor, struggling to inch a little closer whilst Meera clung to her back. "And these feelings...they're strange, much different from any Well I have heard of before." she continues eyeing the locking mechanism curiously, the last tumbler straining to be freed. Hearing Actil's weakened voice, seeing the effect his efforts where having upon his body she says softly "The poor dear...I have to help him...he's expended so much energy..." she murmurs, as after all they'd come to take this well, claim what it held inside, before any other mercenary groups come along to take it from them.....and Actil seemed on the verge of breaking it as it was, so why not aid him, alleviate the strain on his body. Casting her gaze on Johan, Cyria, and her sister, Alura cautions them..."be prepared for anything." The fae outstretching her hand towards the well, just as Thygor steps in to speak to the half dragon, she determined to see it opened before the brutish reptile ended up scaring the poor guy to death.<br/><br/>As magic builds in her wings, and in the palm of her hand, as she begins to work her spell. The rush of sensations that assail the others being felt by Alura to a much greater degree, being fueled from past experience and a very active imagination. The feelings of warmth, of wetness, pulsating and undulating against her body, cause Alura to bite her lower lip, for they are made all the more real by the pulse of the neko holding her close. Alura's mind flashing back to her multiple trips down Yumina's gullet, being drug down, down towards the hungry tummy she'd been told she belonged to. 'home' she mouths the word, as her mind fills with images of cascading flesh, of rivulets of saliva trickling down around her. She's there....in a throat, being pulled, pushed and squeezed towards the belly of her predator.....she fights and struggles, determined to be free, to see herself wiggle back up and out of the jaws of this mysterious predator just like she'd done with Yumina. Yet try as she may she cannot find purchase and she soon feels herself sinking past the brink of a tight muscled ring, being squeezed and compacted within the stomach of her devourer. The entrance seales tight, and no matter what she tries she can't seem to force it open, can't seem to escape the walls that confine her. Her heart sinks as the rivulets of saliva give way to cascading waves of acid, the stomach eagerly churning, grinding, and digesting her alive. She couldn't escape...not this time... her heart and hopes of a future for her people sinking as her body burns, as it gives in to the rigors of digestion. She gritting her teeth, crying out a silent curse to whatever creature had claimed her as their meal. She steadily melting away into a frothy stew, to be squeezed deeper within the body of her predator.. slowly inched along the tract of their intestines, being drawn into their blood, their flesh, and their being, by a sea of tiny villi which wave and rejoice against the nutrient rich soup that her body has become.<br/><br/>Slowly Alura loses track of herself, the pain, and anger subsiding, giving way to a feeling of accomplishment...the feeling of having done it, having finally overcome and gotten what she'd always desired. The vision in her mind's eye begins to draw away, pulled into the walls of those intestines, into the layers of flesh that surround her, through strong sinuous muscle, past skin coated in shifting glimmer scales, red as blood. All set upon a long serpentine body which gives way to the soft upper half of a most beautiful woman...a naga resting her head against the slowly dwindling bulge in her tail, her face one of absolute elation as she revels in the pleasure of fully digesting the fairy meal that'd avoided her for so long.<br/><br/>With a sharp gasp Alura is drawn back from her thoughts, back into her own body, she shivering in Meera's embrace. Her heart racing as she leans back against the neko for protection, for security, for fear of being drug off into that dream that seemed so very real. Alura's wings glow brighter as they hug closer to Meera's body, her gaze fixated on the well as she wills her spell into completion.<br/><br/><br/>Alura [[ casting Jury-Rig on the remaining tumbler ]]