The half-orc watches the flirting going on over her prone body with a slightly amused tolerance. "You don't have to believe it." She says. "You'll see soon enough. Maybe you'll run into that minotaur again, yeah?" She snorts. "I didn't believe either until the first time I saw. You're still figuring this is a normal dungeon, aintcha? Hah. Try going all the way down to the end of the hall, and open that door. See what happens and see if you think things are just like your everyday dungeon pillagin'." She sniffs, returning Felicity's gaze. "I've stayed out of stomachs so far, but can't say I expected that to always be true. Let me go, it's fine. You won't have to worry 'bout me any." In contrast, when *Vormitraax* says it, she cringes in gratifying worry at the big brute's appetite.  By the time Aiyaka's leg goes up by her head, the half-orc snaps, "I ain't been in the habit of eating people anyway, lady, I'm not about to say I'm gonna start when someone's pinning me to a bed!" She squirms a little, more to make her point than to really get away; when Aiyaka too pitches in in favor of releasing her, she shoots Vormitraax a hooded look and says, "Thanks for that." Yawning, Bella adds, "Your call, but we could just feed her to the dragon and give her a chance to see if she's right. What do you think, think she might look better with a few scales? ...eh, forget it, too much trouble. Let's grab Lamya and keep searching." Once in the hallway, they find the naga stretched out in the middle of the hallway, her tail nice and fat with the bulges of a weakly struggling horned form inside.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Swallowing and mild (so far) digestion stuff in spoiler</span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Holding the minotaur's form inside her throat, Lamya relaxes and enjoys the extra weight of a meal. The minotaur's pretty badly hurt and tired, so it takes more than a little teasing before he snorts out a gust of hot air and starts trying to stretch awake from his nap. Inside, his feet- almost into her stomach already- try to gain purchase on the slippery walls around him while he thinks about what could possibly be rubbing his manhood again. When Lamya's throat holds his arms at his side, adrenaline spikes through him and he stiffens; just before he can bellow out a challenge, the naga's mouth shuts in front of his face, sealing him in and muffling the cry so that her friends can't tell she's playing with her food quite so brazenly. With another swallow, Lamya feels her mouth empty as the upward-turned points of his horns disappear into her throat. Her esophagus has had enough practice that the naga doesn't need to think about pulling him further in- instead, she can focus on the pleasant sensation of the minotaur trying to claw his way back up her throat even as the relentless slimy walls push him inches further down each gulp. He's not quite strong enough to escape, not anymore; still woozy from Aiyaka's poison, he just is aware that he's in a position he's put many, many others, and he knows what's awaiting him at the end of his trip. His next wordless bellow comes when his head is near Lamya's eagerly beating heart, vibrating her chest with the volume and force of it though barely audible outside her skin. This time, instead of anger, it also has a touch of gratifying fear.<br/><br/>When his bare feet touch the walls of Lamya's stomach, it grumbles happily and starts drooling acid onto his legs. The naga, though, intends to savor this meal, and so it barely itches... so far. Instead, as more of the minotaur slides through the human part of her body and begins making a thick bulge in her long, scaly tail the naga can feel the minotaur's struggles increase every time another patch of his bronzed, muscled flesh feels the bite of weak acids. Though he scrabbles at the slick, ridged walls of her stomach, the minotaur can't gain any purchase on them to pull himself back out. Instead, the throat finishes putting him in his place, reducing him to a strangely shaped writhing bulge in the naga's thick tail. Inside, he keeps fighting for his life as the acids start to dig into his skin, slowly softening and peeling away the flesh that turned away Felicity's bullet with scorn. It'll take him a while to digest, Lamya can tell; he's exceedingly strong, and all those muscles will soon be turned to soft padding on her curves... well, perhaps Nanami's tale was true, and they'd meet again, but until then for all the naga knew she was completely claiming her strong opponent. More panicked, pained bellows come from the bulge in her tail even as she can feel the struggling ever-so-slowly start to slack off as more and more of his body is coated in acids and gently, lovingly kneaded by Lamya's stomach walls. He'd live for longer than he could struggle, like this. When the others come out, he's still very much fighting her, but with a large part of his body starting to slowly melt into hers. Plenty of time to enjoy him while she moved on with her business.</div></div></div>