<blockquote class="uncited"><div>Brady to Laebras: “Maybe I should give you a little tonguing, just to be on the safe side...”</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Laebras let Brady lead her by the hand, over to the water-barrels stockpiled by the door that led back out into the maze. It seemed the lizardgirl only cared that Laebras couldn't keep Brady out of her (borrowed) panties. That once Brady was in her panties, she'd go limp and limber and could be slurped down as easy as spaghetti, didn't seem to interest the chameleonwoman since Brady words suggested she expected that Laebras would be fighting beside her in the future.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Or maybe that's just what she wants me to think, whilst she's warming me up.</span>Laebras smirked, slightly. She could easily imagine Brady liked her food<span style="font-style: italic">hot</span>.<br/><br/>The thought made her shiver, gave a delicious<span style="font-style: italic">edge</span>to Brady's unfastening and peeling of her underwear, as the lizardgirl's long tongue touched and teased and<span style="font-style: italic">tasted</span>Laebras's thighs, above the well-worn leather of her chaps but below where she<span style="font-style: italic">needed</span>Brady's tongue to be.<br/><br/>Shamelessly, Laebras began to<span style="font-style: italic">leak</span>, more because of Sunete's prior work than the first flickerings of Brady's tongue. The thought that she might momentarily be Brady's food didn't help to quench her – quite the reverse. It was a strange thing, to realise about oneself, though of course looking back the signs had been present. Was it her ethics that'd led her to prefer strong meals who had a chance of escape... or her kink, that'd hoped all this time they'd make a meal of her in turn.<br/><br/>Thankfully, Brady's tongue made a fine excuse for the swiftness of her flow, as it<span style="font-style: italic">hungrily</span>lapped her sexjuice from her thighs.<br/><br/>“Brady...” Laebras moaned, leaning back and thrusting her hips forward, her fingernails scoring marks against barrel as her hands clutched its rim with prodigious strength. “Please...”