<span style="font-weight: bold">Phyrra/Ingarl/Aviana</span><br/><br/>“Oh, I’ve always had lesser races to warm my bed,” Phyrra smiles. “The sex is fantastic, and there’s a snack right there if I get peckish during the night, or want breakfast-in-bed. But you’re something special,” she says, nuzzling into Aviana’s neck, her legs entangling with yours, “and I never knew how<span style="font-style: italic">good</span>screwing in a belly could be.”<br/><br/>Around you, Ingarl’s stomach gurgles its eager agreement, and you can feel her soft hands and sharp forelegs pressing against her torso-tum, massaging you both within it, turning you this way and that as acids begin to gurgle… although they’re gentle enough to no more than slightly redden Phyrra’s skin, and have no effect at all on Aviana’s scales.<br/><br/>“I won’t digest your demidragoness,” Ingarl’s voice reverberates through her stomach. “She’s just… ballasting my stomach.”<br/><br/>“Ah! Noo! Nooooo!” The possessed drow screams and struggles, her clawing fingertips feeling more like caresses against Aviana’s and Phyrra’s legs, as she’s sucked powerfully down into the dridder’s abdomen-tum, apparently a far less convivial environment than the one you’re in now…<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Cloaked Figure</span><br/><br/>Any hopes the demoness might’ve had about the bulk of her meal keeping her out of the ninja-naga’s stomach are swiftly crushed as she’s ruthlessly and apparently effortlessly swallowed down, heedless of the effect the additional crushing and churning imposed upon her stomach has upon the meal within.<br/><br/>“Ahh!” She screams, “No! Noooo! Nooo~ooohhhh…” her cries break into croons, as the soft, addictive pleasures of Eurikova’s stomach-acids begin their seductive work upon her.<br/><br/>“Uweh? Wha?” She cries out, as Eurikova casually announces the power she has over the demoness’s very soul. They’ll be no return to the warm embrace of the Hells for her if Eurikova has her way. But overwhelmed by pleasure, the demoness can do no more than claw and squirm futilely within the ninja-naga’s tum, bringing her more intense pleasure in turn…<br/><br/>Not that this threat seems to protect Jules - the demoness’s own stomach continues it’s gurgling digestion with all force and power, the burning touch of her stomach acids almost pleasurable as he’s tossed within them, churned by both sets of stomachs at once…