<span style="font-weight: bold">Grozdana</span><br/><br/>The kitsune astride me twitched and moaned, as my tongue licked her flowerpetals like a spring breeze. I felt absurdly protected, beneath the soft silk covering of her kimono, though of course I knew she’d not stop the tigress eating me, at most she’d become part of the meal. As I lapped the syrupy, spore-rich nectar from her flower, I began to mind the idea less and less. Yes, I’d be devoured and digested, but her lips and stomach would suckle up the spores spilling from my flower, and in turn her intestines would spill<span style="font-style: italic">hers</span>into my remains… remains which would form a rich fertiliser for the girlpods and demigirl pods that would soon bloom…  Those parts of my flesh that<span style="font-style: italic">didn’t</span>become one with the beautiful tigress, of course.<br/><br/>The more the kitsune<span style="font-style: italic">stimulated</span>my breasts and thighs and flower, the more I thought about it, and the more I thought about it the more aroused and willing I became, my feet squirming and writhing under the caress of the tigress’s lips and tongue.<br/><br/>Not that I wasn’t giving as good as I’d gotten…. although the kitsune herself barely seemed to care about my ministrations any longer, instead driven by her perverted fascination… a fascination I was coming to share… with the tigress’s lips and what lay beyond.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Sexual vs. Aiyaka… only 2 I’m afraid, so nothing.</span>