"Ah.. ah... ahhh," she corrects, skittering quickly after Aiyaka; one hand gently encircles the other girl's shoulder to pull her a bit closer to the kari. "Not that I would ever accuse you fine things of going back on a well-struck bargain, but I believe that it is immoral to even tempt an honest girl to break her word. So you, fennec, you stay with me for now." She leans down and gives the side of Aiyaka's face a lick with her human mouth, bringing her close and then pushing her head between honey-filled breasts, and rump to the kari's lips. Letting one meal play with the other suits Cyra just fine, though her strong lips clamp down hard enough to ensure that no other body parts are able to wriggle free save those desperate, slimy fingertips. She can't, this close to Aiyaka, restrain herself from thinking more deeply about the taste, about the feel of having two writhing girls in her stomach. In tune with the thought, a few streams of acid start leaking from her stomach's walls, enough to sting its occupant and remind her of the fate awaiting her even if it's not enough to start melting her in earnest. "Now, after<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>," she says with an exaggerated smile to Katina. "And if you would like to taste a kari's honey to feel the pleasure for yourself, I would be glad to let the others carry your paralyzed form away."