If Jess is at all aware of Xarces’s doubts, she doesn’t show it. Instead, she takes his head into her mouth with only the slighest hint of trepidation… and once its flavor hits her tongue she lets out a quiet groan of pleasure. “You’re sweet,” she purrs, as she quite unconsciously begins to suckle on Xarces’s head. “Not too masculine. It’s nice.”<br/><br/>Delicately, her hands touch Xarces hips, resting on them, as the orifice before him begins to pulse, gently stroking his hair, back and forth in increasingly widening circles… till at last it laps at Xarces forehead, and with firm and certain motion Jess hoists him effortlessly into the air, her oesophagus sliding around his face, a moan of pure enjoyment throbbing past him as her throat engulfs his head, his expression displayed in a throat-masque of flesh for a moment, before it slips out of sight behind her breastbone. In a series of short gulps, he’s swallowed, shoulders and chest and hips, leaving only lightly-supported legs stretching up into the air as he slides down to the stomach… which opens for him in turn, leaving him facing the scrunched and fearful Melanie with whom he’ll soon be sharing Jess’s belly...