'A screaming puddle of flesh in my tummy'.<br/><br/>The naga's words sent a chill up Aniel's spine, and in her mind's eye it is all too easy to imagine exactly that. Her jaw slithering open, forcing it's way down around her head, then her shoulders. It is even easier to imagine the soft, eager gulps that would inch her body further and further down the naga's throat, forcing her through the 'humanlike' torso and into the longer snake-like body beyond, a body that could oh-so-very-easily contain her own without even the slightest trouble.<br/><br/>It is equally as easy to imagine what would come next, the naga's stomach acids coating her body, eating away at her tender flesh as the minutes ticked by. She honestly had no idea how long it would take a snake to digest her. Hours? Days? Yet, the result was the same - eventually, she'd be exactly that, a whimpering, squirming vision of her former self, her peachy skin reddened under the digestive assault of the naga's stomach, her membrane of her leathery wings eaten away and pock-marked with acid. Even her beautiful scales would slowly succumb o the digestive onslaught, sizzling and popping, melting away....<br/><br/>Aniel's heart thundered in her chest, her arm hurt, her stomach hurt, and she was absolutely terrified, yet there was something about the way the naga spoke that was...comforting, somehow. It wasn't much - there was still the threat that it was all a clever ruse, and the naga would stuff her down her throat as soon as she had her fun, but yet...<br/><br/>A soft little gasp escapes her throat when the wave of healing energy begins to flow through her body, sealing shut the tiny hole in her tummy and lessening the burning pain from mind-numbing, to simply very uncomfortable. Even the arrow embedded in her forearm works it's way free, and though the wound does not entirely close, it at least stops bleeding profusely, leaving her blinking in surprise. Gazing down at her tummy just barely visible over Asara's coils, she presses a finger against the spot where Johan's blade had so neatly skewered her just a few moments before. The hole...was gone? It hurt still, but not quite so bad, and she no longer felt so faint, like her body was on the verge of giving in.<br/><br/>"W-wha-?" She begins to say uncertainly, only for her body to stiffen in Asara's coils when the naga begins to work her lips along the tip of one of her horns, lightly suckling at it. Though she didn't have any real sensativity in it, she could feel the heat of the naga's mouth suffusing it, and the subsequent flicker of her tongue against her long, pointed ears actually has her shuddering slightly. The naga had HEALED her...she wasn't going to eat her now, was she? No. It wasn't a cruel joke - there was no point in it. Not when she could have easily just swallowed her whole already .<br/><br/>"Mmmff..." Aniel half-moans, half-whimpers at the warmth of the naga's tongue, the way it so brushed along her sensative ear, spreading the heat of her mouth and the faint slickness of her saliva across the slender, pointed appendage. It felt...kinda good, she'd admit. Without the imminent fear of being eaten, or simply bleeding out from the wound on her stomach...well, it was almost pleasant. She was so at odds with herself - they'd LOST, they'd likely failed their mission, and were prisoners. She could still die at any moment. Yet, a part of her really wanted to believe the naga's sincerity...<br/><br/>"I-intimate...?" Aniel echos Asara's words, her ear twitching against the naga's lips. She'd...called her brave and powerful? Yet, she'd lost. Still, it was becoming more and more clear that...she wasn't going to be eaten. At least, not yet. Again, Asara feels the dragon-girl's body stiffen in her grip when she begins to work at the back of her top, a few quick tugs unleashing the straps that held it in place. A simple pull, and the clothen fabric falls away, revealing a pair of perky B-to-C cup breasts, each capped with a little pink nipple. Whilst she might have been considered 'cute' with her clothing on, the simple removal of her top dipped the smallish dragon girl well over chasm into 'utterly sexy' territory.<br/><br/>Every bit as enticing, Asara can feel the sensual swell of the dragon girl's hips beneath her coils, every sensual stroke of her soft underbelly against the sorceress' form bringing with it another little hint of the makeup of her body. Her hips were so grippable, though not overly wide. Her thighs so amazingly soft and supple, with just the slightest hint of firmness to them. Her rump felt so amazingly soft and luscious, with just the right amount of 'give', and so wonderously rounded and perky.<br/><br/>"W-what do you..Mmmff...m-mean intimate...?"