Every delicate ripple of Vesele's throat is like a lover's caress, the peristalic motions of those muscles gently squeezing Aiyaka's body from every angle, each motion working her further and further downwards and closer to the eagerly awaiting stomach below.  Those throat muscles were not just working her downwards, though. Every swallowed seemed deliberate, slow, unhurried, and in turn, it allowed Aiyaka to feel every single detail of her lover's body. The immense heat of Vesele's body surrounding her, the heat that warmed her flesh as it transitioned from the cool outside air into the far more snug, slick depths of the crimson-eyed girl's body. The inviting wetness of the girl's saliva, clinging to her soft, bare skin and further smeared upon it with every passing of that wonderous tongue, every squeeze of the saliva-laden walls of her esophagus. Even the sounds of the girl's body, the sound of her throat rippling against the saliva-slickened flesh of her 'lover-turned-food', the excited beating of her heart, the gentle moans that never transitioned beyond her throat so full of the delicious, enticing curvature of Aiyaka's body.<br/><br/>It was heavenly. As much as Vesele wanted to simply label this as a 'meal'...it could not have been further from the truth. This was not just a meal. This was lovemaking. Primal. Passionate.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Dangerous</span></span>Perhaps even best of all, it was not forced. The gorgeous foxgirl wanted this every bit as much as she did, and that in and of itself was enough to make Vesele's entire body quiver with arousal and predatory delight. A part of her, so desperately, wanted to simply drag the gorgeous fox-girl back to Faneglut, lock her away in some room, and make intense, passionate love to her night after night...and give her a rather intimate tour of her digestive track every day, until she finally made the rather permanent journey out that tight little hole between Vesele's cheeks she'd so lovingly licked, and still continued to tease. That tail against her rear felt wonderous...and every time it switched from that tight little hole to tickle and caress across her nethers, her entire body tenses in pleasure, her heartbeat picking up pace more and more speed with every slow, teasing tickle.<br/><br/>Again, Aiyaka feels Vesele moan around her body, vibrating the slick, saliva-coated walls of the girl's throat against her soft, bare flesh. Mmm...even Aiyaka's words were dreamy. Praising the very throat that was sending her deeper and deeper towards her hungry tummy, and then praising the very stomach that would happily reduce her to mere nutrients at Vesele's whim, either keeping the girl snugged away somewhere safe and hot and warm...or give her a far more thorough tour of the voluptuous woman's digestive track. The words, the praises, even the kisses lavished against her throat walls, made her burn at the very core. Mmm...the fox-girl was such an attentive lover. So enticing. So alluring. Almost as an afterthought, Vesele realised that was exactly what she considered her. A lover. Not just an impromptu fling, but...something more. It was a delightful thought, only made all the more lovely by what it implied - her 'lover', tucked away in her tummy...potentially forever becoming a part of the very body she'd lavished her adoring praise upon...<br/><br/>Anita, now that her attention has shifted from the delicious flower nestled between Aiyaka's thighs, is greeted with a wonderful view. From her vantage point, she could make out every detail of the fox-girl's journey. The slowly-swelling bulge of Vesele's stomach beneath her hand, Aiyaka's own internal nuzzle making the bulge inside shift slightly beneath her fingertips. The vague outline of the woman's waistline in the soft, smooth flesh of Vesele's neck, the slight heat of her mouth when Anita leans in for a kiss, the look of absolute bliss on the woman's face as, swallow by swallow, her food slides deeper and deeper into her body, towards it's final destination. Even the gentle moans of delight Aiyaka emanated from deep within Vesele's body were clearly audible, her voice and praises, though muffled, easily reaching Anita's ears.<br/><br/>When Anita leans in to further explore the euphoric flavor of Aiyaka's flower, Vesele makes not a single move to stop her. To the contrary, Anita's intrusion seems to be quite welcome, and with Aiyaka's hips firmly trapped in her mouth, Vesele shifts her grip a little more firmly around the catgirl, snuggling the lusty half-feline as she presses herself against her front. Closing her eyes in pleasure, Vesele takes a moment to simply drink in the sensations. Aiyaka's movements inside of her, the way she ground herself up against the walls of her throat and stomach, the utterly delicious flavor of her body on her tongue. Anita's hands roaming along her sides and back, deftly caressing her arousal-heated skin, petting and massaging her, pressing her breasts up against her own and grinding. The heady scent of Aiyaka's arousal meeting and mixing with Anita's own, the flavor of the catgirls tongue mingling with the heavenly flavor of Aiyaka's sex....ooohhh, the sensations were absolutely mindblowing. Even in her wildest moments in Faneglut, she'd never experienced such a wonderful mixture of hedonistic pleasures. At least, not without a little 'coaxing' and careful seduction. That this was wanted...no, NEEDED, by the two...Mmm, it set her passions ablaze in ways she simply could not even begin to describe.<br/><br/>Despite the need in Aiyaka's voice, despite her begging for the release she so deserved...Vesele had ever intention of keeping the girl right on the edge of pleasure. Right on the cusp of orgasm, on the brink of euphoria...<br/><br/>..And had it not been for the absolutely mind-blowing orgasm the naughty fox-girl had graciously bestowed upon her just a few moments before, she might very well have held that lovely fox there for a few good minuets, simply making her squirm until she'd, at last, given the fox the orgasm she so craved, the release she so needed. Instead, that desire in her voice simply drives Vesele's own lusts to new heights, and she eagerly welcomes Anita's own tongue, flicking against it, meeting it lap-for-lap against the entrapped fox-girl's needy flower.<br/><br/>The moment Aiyaka's body begins to tense, her pleasure finally reaching it's peak, she feels the hot, tight, wet throat entrapping her waist and chest squeeze suddenly, preparing for a swallow that would, no doubt, finalize her journey from fox to food.  Even her stomach seems to anticipate the moment, an eager, excited little<span style="font-style: italic">'grrrrgle'</span>emanating from within, briefly stifling the soft, squishy sounds that had otherwise filled Aiyaka's ears.<br/><br/>Vesele's own anticipation rose sharply. The kitsune's heady scent, the taste of her needy sex, the way she begged for the cresendo of pleasure that was rapidly approaching. She finally couldn't take it anymore. Grinding her tongue eagerly against the little nub of her clit was the final stroke, and she felt Aiyaka's pleasure come in a sudden flood of nectar that filled her mouth, mixing heavily with the utterly delicious flavor of her body.<span style="font-style: italic">~Good girl..."</span>she whispered in her own head, eagerly flicking her tongue back and forth against the girl's spasming sex, forcing that orgasm to continue, forcing her to part with every delicious drop of nectar<span style="font-style: italic">"Give it all to me..."</span>. Of course, it would not do to be greedy.  Oh no. Anita had worked for it every bit as hard. The delectable kitty had even given herself to Vesele or Aiyaka, not only in words, but in intent. That was enough for Vesele.<br/><br/>Pressing her hand firmly against the back of Anita's head, Vesele pushes her, face first, right between her lips, and right up against the soft, swollen lips of Aiyaka's flower, ensuring that tongue that had so eagerly aided her in bringing the foxgirl to orgasm would continue it's task of lapping up every last drop of delicious honey that spilled from the pleasure-stricken girl's body. Then, closing her eyes, Vesele braces herself....<br/><br/>...and swallows.<br/><br/>Ohhh, Aiyaka's honey was so delicious. So mouth-wateringly delectable. It was difficult enough to resist being greedy, lapping up all that delicious flavor for herself. Yet, Vesele could afford to  not be greedy. Anita might get a tummy full of delicious nectar, but Vesele....was getting a tummy full of delicious fox. The throat surrounding Aiyaka's hips and tummy ripples and squeezes, and with a sudden downwards tug, she feels her rump slide backwards along the voluptuous girl's tongue, and press tightly into the back of her mouth. It lingers there for just a single second before - with one more final swallow - she feels her rump slide fully into the immensly tight,  hot embrace of Vesele's throat, and slowly begin to slide downwards. It appears, though, that she is not alone in her journey. Stuffed snugly between her thighs - and now deep inside Vesele's mouth - is Anita, still able to tend to that soft little pair of lips as she slides further and further down the woman's throat to her new resting place.<br/><br/>With her hips past the 'point of no return', Aiyaka feels her downwards decent increasing in speed incrementally, the gentle peristalic movements of the girl's throat and her own bodyweight slowly but surely pulling her into the eagerly awaiting stomach. Had that throat not been so amazingly tight, she might have simply slid in of her own accord by now - but that throat was like a vice, so hot and tight and snug. It clung to every inch of Aiyaka's skin, conforming to the gentle curvature of her rump, her sides, her breasts. Like a full body-massage, the hot muscle ripples around her, tugging eagerly downwards, seemingly eager to get the mouthwatering fox tucked away in the tummy just below.<br/><br/>With the increase in the rate of her descent, Aiyaka is forced to half-curl in the immensly tight constraints of Vesele's stomach, the silky-smooth, slimey flesh stretching outwards to accomodate her, but only barely. Whereas the girl's throat had fit her like a glove, Vesele's stomach was like a soft, velvety vice, so immensly tight and hot. As she curls against the acid-and-saliva drenched stomach walls, those very same walls gently knead back against her, grinding and squeezing, dripping tiny, thin rivuletes of digestive acids in a constant stream across her soft, vulnerable, bare flesh. The sweltering sauna of her stomach envelopes Aiyaka's body bit by bit, every inch of flesh that is squeezed through the tight ring of muscle at the end of her throat treated to the same immensly gentle, but constant squeezing sensation, the same heat and moisture, the same slimey feeling of digestive juices and enzymes coating her flesh, dribbling freely from the walls around her...<br/><br/>The mixture of flavors was wonderful. The taste of Aiyaka's body, the flavor of her nectar, mingling with the delicious, softer flavor of the catgirl who'd so willingly given herself up to be devoured. Mmm, the thought was so very enticing. Two girls, snuggled away inside her stomach, completely at her whim. She could either hold them for a while, allow them to enjoy themselves....or simply spend the remainder of the day enjoying their squirms as her tummy slowly took them apart. Oooh, that thought was enticing. Two girls, digesting away inside of her....it would take her all day, but given enough time, they'd both get to experience the full trip through her digestive track. Ohh, if she were more greedy....Mmm, if only.<br/><br/>Yet, having only just come more into her monsterous companion's good graces...it would not do to be greedy, no matter how much she wanted to be.<br/><br/>For about ten more seconds, Vesele holds Anita half-buried in her throat, allowing her to lick at the over-stimulated slit of her foxy-food. Then, with agonizing slowness, Vesele grabs the girl's shoulders...and SLOOOOWLY pulls her back, as if it were the most difficult thing in the world for her to do.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">SlrrrrrrrrrrrrppppPOP!</span>.<br/><br/>With a wet slurp and an equally as wet *POP*, Vesele draws Anita's head from her throat, flickers her tongue along her face, and finally, pulls her free from her mouth. Anita gets one final look inside. The moisture. The heat. The sight of Aiyaka's thighs squeezed into that throat....<br/><br/>Before, tilting her head back, Vesele swallows. Aiyaka's legs dissappear into her mouth with a loud, wet-sounding *Glrrrrk Srlp!*, leaving only the tips of her tails, and feet visible to the outside world. With deliberate slowness, Vesele's slender, pink tongue curls along one of Aiyaka's feet, drawing it slowly between her lips. Then, the other, taking a few seconds to lightly flicker her tongue along the slender little toes, as if giving a final, farewell lick. One more swallow...and Aiyaka's feet dissappear, leaving only the very tips of her three tails visible to the world.<br/><br/>Lifting her hand, Vesele presses it against her throat, feeling the lovely bulge inside. How it twitched slightly, how it shifted with every movement Aiyaka made. It felt...wonderful. Mmm, she loved it. Loved every second of it. But, it was over....<br/><br/>...Time to send this foxy where she belonged.<br/><br/>With a single, final swallow, Aiyaka's tails dissappear between Vesele's lips. With a loud *SNAP!*, the woman's teeth clack shut, and with a final swallow...the lump in her throat slowly slides downwards, dissappearing behind her breasts....<br/><br/>"Ooohhhh by the goddess...." Vesele hisses in pleasure as the weight of her food slides lower and lower, settling more and more into her tummy. It felt...euphoric. She could feel those furry tails tickling her throat, feel them lightly flicking in the tight constraints of her body....and, bit by bit, she could feel the gorgeous fox-girl slowly coming to rest inside of her stomach, filling the immensly tight chamber with her soft, delicious body...<br/><br/>"Mmmphhh....you were....delicious, Aiyaka..." Vesele moans loudly, running her tongue along her lips to gather up the last delectible bits of flavor left behind by her mouthwatering lover. Gazing downwards, she watches in satisfaction as the bulge in her tummy begins to grow more pronouced as her lover is squeezed out of her throat, and into the immensly tight, hot depths of her tummy "Mm...and filling." She whispers, smacking her lips in satisfaction. Goddess, the night had turned out perfect. Her lusts sated, her tummy filled, her new lover tucked away inside, completely at her whim. It sent a delightful chill of pleasure coursing through her body. Leaning in close to Anita, Vesele gently curls her tongue along the catgirl's lips, licking the last little bits of nectar that she'd missed...and finally embracing her in a soft little kiss, pressing her soft, moist lips tightly right up against Anita's own "Mm...Mmmm...mm..."<br/><br/>Little by little, Vesele's tummy swells with her kitsune dinner, Aiyaka's body forced to half-curl up on herself in the immensly tight, hot depths of the girl's stomach. Every little movement is clearly televised to the outside world, every movement of her head, every little press of her hand against the slick, fleshy stomach walls, every shift of her body to get more comfortable or to grind herself against those very same walls that squeeze around her, shifting and grinding...<br/><br/>((I'd go into further detail, but I'd hate to leave a novel to respond to. x3 I'll flesh out Aiyaka's experience further in my next post. ^_^))