<span style="font-weight: bold">Dridder</span><br/><br/>“Your guardslave’s getting eaten,” the dridder tells Aviana conversationally. It doesn’t seem to bother her at all, and why should it? She can see that the hooded figure is about to become naga chow, and someone will doubtless soon be slurping up the possessed, web-bound female drow squirming helplessly on the floor. The possessed male barely seems worth the bother of devouring - and injured as he is, it doesn’t seem like he’ll be making trouble even if he’s left as carrion.<br/><br/>In her throat, the possessed-drow is half-squirming in pleasure, half struggling against the dridder devouring her… not that it’s putting the spider-woman off any. The drow sniper (number 1) who’s been flirting with Aviana gives her a pleading look, and makes a moue of sound in the back of her throat. For a moment, the dridder assess the situation, then, licking her lips around her pretty, possessed meal’s rump, she nods her assent. The sniper practically quivers in anticipation, skinning swiftly out of her cloaking and setting her bow safely atop it. The rest of her clothes are little more than lingerie, and she scampers swiftly to Aviana’s side. Her lips press gently against the dragoness’s, and for a moment, her hands skim Aviana’s breasts, then slide up, alongside the dragoness’s, until they’re twining and tangling with Aviana’s amongst the webby mess restraining the possessed drow’s legs. “This part is<span style="font-style: italic">sooo</span>good,” she murmurs, “I’m<span style="font-style: italic">so</span>excited to share it with someone so pretty…”<br/><br/>As she says so, the dridder swallows again, her lips sliding over the possessed drow’ pretty rump, tongue stretching down her legs to toy and tease and kiss both sniper and dragoness. Then both are lifted gently onto their tiptoes, as another swallow pulls their hands into the warm welcome of the dridder’s mouth itself. Against Aviana’s back, the possessed drow’s now a squirming mass snaking its way down the dridder’s throat and into the stomach of the spidergirl’s human stomach, already gurgling in welcome…