Bitsa, enjoying this quite a bit and rather amuzed that she would get to such a state through his swallowing down the deer, yet so timid when it came to other things. The tiger would continue to take the deer in, swallowing thickly with wet gurgles and smacks of wet flesh as his gullet muscles flexed and worked under his furry neck, her form feeling every squeeze and swell as the deer slid deeper. The tiger let go of the deer, snugging his paws around her and pressing her firmly against the form of the deer inside him, almost as if he wanted her to become part of that lump of food traveling through him. Then the tiger would slowly roll himself over onto his back, stretching his neck and body out under her as she lay draped over the lump of deer that the tiger glutted on, slowly swallowing him deeper, the tiger's fur swelling up under her as he took another swallow to take in more of the chest, the deer's belly drawn into the tiger's jaws. Bitsa's paws would stay pressed against her back though, rubbing and caressing her form against his own as she hugged around the lump of meat in his throat.