<span style="font-weight: bold">Jules/Eurikova</span><br/><br/>“Mmm,” the hooded figure murmurs, as she pulls Jules close, taking a deep, full breath of his enticing flavour. Her mouth begins to gape open, and spatters of drool cascade down across Jules’s head and shoulders… it’s very distracting for both of them, and she clearly doesn’t notice the stealthy ninjanaga slithering around behind her, poised to strike…<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Aviana</span><br/><br/>“...fitting that she gets to fill your belly!” Aviana says.<br/><br/>“Mmm,” the thrumms happily, her furred forelimbs gently drawing both dragoness and drow into her embrace, her thorax quivering against Aviana’s tail. The drow doesn’t seem anywhere near so pleased about it, but in the remorseless grip of a pair of warrioresses, there’s not a thing she can do about it. Web-bound as she is, even struggling seems to be beyond her - she’s barely free enough to wriggle like a tasty little grub - and shriek in protest, as Aviana hoists her towards the dridder’s waiting jaws. Even the touch of Aviana’s hands against her rump doesn’t seem to do much to distract her...<br/><br/>For all the humanness of the dridder’s face, there’s a powerful pair of fangs between her lips, and the drow’s surely a tasty-looking, sweet-smelling meal, for drooling saliva cascades down over Aviana, spattering her like an eager, sloppy kiss. It’s clearly more than just mouth-moistening - everywhere the dridder’s saliva touches begins to tingle most pleasurably…<br/><br/>The drow-sniper blushes and winks back at you - then turns and with ruthless accuracy sticks another shaft through the male possess drow. He staggers, a little, the first sign of any effect at all from the remorsely hail of arrows.<br/><br/>“...I wanna feel it, as she fills you up…” Aviana continues<br/><br/>“Such a sweet reward to give such a gallant dragoness,” the dridder replies, her voice melodic, then her lips gently enfold the possessed-drow-warrioresses head. There’s a short, sharp squeal, cut short as they close firmly around her neck. The dridder gulps, powerfully, and the drow’s face appears outlined within her humanoid throat, the points of her sharp ears pressing out against Aviana’s wings. Idly, the dridder’s tongue wanders across the drow’s breasts, and a hint of pleasured squirming appears within the drow’s wriggly struggles.<br/><br/>But the middle of a battle isn’t an ideal time to savour even the sweetest of meals, and the dridder waste little time on her prey’s pleasure, mercilessly swallowing again, drawing more of the drow within her hungry lips until Aviana can feel breasts pressing against her back… and herself being drawn up on tiptoes, as the dridder’s tongue runs across the drow’s pert buttocks, twining between Aviana’s trapped fingertips...