Alan had been looking down in terror-filled amazement, but couldn't help admiring the bat daemon's cleavage heaving as Night began to swallow him further. His cock was jutting out like a pole until her tongue lapped round it, riding up and down its length several times before gathering it in past her lips. Alan jerked about with frightened pleasure, which seemed to please her. From the corner of his eye, Alan could see that Malice was enjoying a good mouthful of his wife's crotch.<br/><br/>Lauren gave a serious of yelps as Malice swallowed her down to her waist. She gyrated her luscious hips round, squirming in his mouth. She was unable to move her feet any longer as they were so tightly constricted, deep in his gullet. She moaned softly as waves of muscular contractions rolled over her legs. Then she suddenly found she could move her feet again - and they were sloshing around! Her mouth opened in soundless horror as she realised her feet were entering Malice's stomach. She twisted round to see her husband was almost down to his waist and could hear faintly, over the pleasured giggles and chuckles of their diners, his feet sloshing around in the ale.