<span style="font-weight: bold">Grozdana</span><br/><br/>I gave a low, hot moan into the kitsune’s netherlips, as the tigress’s tongue pierced my flower, drawing forth my nectar. I could feel it flowing sweetly down her throat, around my thighs and pooling around my toes in her tum, lubricating the passage the rest of me would soon take.<br/><br/>Then, as she tired of me, a swift sharp swallow sent me down into the yet tighter embrace of her throat. Acid dripped and dribbled around my toes, and they tingled pleasantly as I wriggled them in her soft stomachlining. The kitsune’s tail followed me down, working between my thighs, my twitches and tremblings half-trapping it in the tigress’s throat.<br/><br/>The tigress’s sharp-clawed hands joined the kitsune’s soft, strong tails to squeeze and massage my breasts, drawing forth a dribble of nutritious, healing, wit-sharpening girlhoney. I was so lubricated, so easy to swallow down, so tasty and well-seasoned and healthsome…<br/><br/>There’s not much of me left, I realise, as the tigress’s head slips beneath the kitsune’s kimono to join mine, breasts, shoulders, neck, then she’s suckling my head like a sweetie. Our tongues tangle, for a moment, but the kitsune’s flower is more enticing to her, and her stomach more exciting to me, and I’m gently gulped away, folding up into the tigress’s tum, my rump and back giving a smooth bulge to the distended curve of her stomach, whilst my head is pressed tight against the excited thumping of her heart. “Tasty,” I heard her murmur, as I nestled against it, and the walls around me began to drip and dribble as her stomach gurgled…