((I've decided to split this up into two posts, with Johan's coming first! Cyria's will follow closely behind! :3 ))<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> The Suite </span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Johan/Naji</span><br/><br/>Naji's eyes glitter in silent amusement, though that amusement was far beyond Johan's ability to see. Ooooh, he was TOYING with her, teasing her, and she knew it...but she'd never been one to back down from a challenge. Especially if that challenge involved her getting to experience a stomach far, far more full than she'd ever felt in her entire life. Who knew - maybe Johan would get his bluff called, and she'd have a little more extra padding for her slender body than she'd at first thought. Though dark, that thought amused her immensely...and somehow, she doubted that Johan would mind TOO terribly much. Not that it would matter when he was a nice, mushy soup of mixed orc and human, but she knew with all certainty that his little 'practice sessions' squeezing down her throat had every bit as much to do with the trill as it did with the pleasure and helping her improve her own, admittedly lacking, predatory skills.<br/><br/>Despite her intent to gulp down the smug human, though, she could already feel her body starting to strain. The orc herself was a little bit larger than Johan already, and given Johan was the only she'd ever successfully fit down in the past, she felt full...and yet, there was still so much more to go. It was getting difficult to swallow, not so much because her throat lacked the power, but moreso because her stomach simply didn't have the ROOM to hold anymore.<br/><br/>~You sure you don't want to just back off....?~<br/><br/>Yet there was Johan again, egging her on. If her throat had not been so full, she would have laughed at that taunting little tone in his voice. Fine! He wanted to push...it was only fitting that she pushed back.<br/><br/>Johan feels Naji shift slightly, moreso through the slight flexing of her esophagus than from anything felt on the OUTSIDE, but with that shift comes a slight change in his center of gravity. Where it had once been far more him 'hanging' outside of her mouth, those hands beneath his thighs seem to lift upwards just a little bit, and he feels his equilibrium shift more inwards. She'd tilted her head up. Not much, but it was enough to put simple gravity firmly in her favor, and when mingled with a sudden, hard swallow that made those slick, saliva-soaked walls of her throat ripple around him in a powerful tug, he feels his hips slide completely into her throat, her lips starting to iris downwards along the thicker portion of his thighs as they drew closer to his knees.<br/><br/>As ever, the inside of her throat felt amazing. It was so soft, so slick, so hot...and every single swallow, every slight ripple of those tugging walls seemed to translate directly into his shaft, squeezing it and stroking it from every angle. It was not the first time he'd ever felt it, but this was something entirely new - each swallow was hard, powerful, as she tried to cram him ever-deeper into her body, and with those swallows, the way that throat squeezed and caressed his malehood was like something out of a dream. Even during their more raunchy sexual encounters, he'd never felt that throat on him quite like THIS before, and with each swallow, with each inch of himself that squeezes into her stomach alongside the orc, those swallows only seem to become harder, more powerful, in an effort to force him moving in the correct direction - downwards.<br/><br/>Johan feels that wrinkled entrance to Naji's stomach on his hands first, the muscle already spread over Drodjee's ankles and feet, and it seems all too happy to continue with the unbroken chain his hands made on the half-orc's ankles. With relative ease, it squeezes open around his wrists, and he feels again something he'd felt many times before - the slimy, wrinkled walls of the interior of Naji's stomach. The heat was more intense than he remembered, likely because of Drodjee's own body heat helping to further humidify the tight space, and one had to wonder just how much hotter it would get as her body's natural digestive processes started to kick up into high gear.<br/><br/>That tight little muscle irises upwards along his wrist and forearm, which follows Drodjee's feet down into the very bottom of the drow's stomach. Looked like Drodjee was lucky - she'd ended up roughly on her 'hands and knees', albeit scrunched up far, far more tightly than she really wanted to be.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Slrrch</span><br/><br/>With a wet, fleshy-sounding squish, Johan's head squeezes through that tight little ring of muscle and presses against something soft and fleshy, and curved just enough for him to know what it was. After all, he'd felt it before - Drodjee's flank. A little upwards tilt of his head and he changes his transition less to where he'd slide underneath the half-orc's body, and more atop it, making it that much easier to squirm his way back out when the need started to arise. Her skin felt slick against his chin with saliva, even though he was hardly any less coated himself. She flinches slightly at the touch, seemingly quite surprised that he'd actually followed her beyond just his arms on her feet...but already he feels her shifting slightly, a little growl rising in her thoat "..You...!" Her voice sounded muffled (likely cause her face was pressed right up against one of those shifting, fleshy walls of Naji's stomach), but even weakened with Cyria's poison, she manages to reach back and grab one of Johan's wrists, giving a rough little tug that forced she chest completely into the cramped, slimy space he now shared with her.<br/><br/>'Ulp!' The sudden tug makes Naji hiccup, a strange sensation that makes her throat briefly press UPWARDS against him, as if trying to force him back up and out of her mouth. She regains her composure quickly, though, and again Johan feels another swallow which pulls his knees completely between her lips.<br/><br/>Now she was having difficulty, and even Johan can tell - her throat bobbed around him time and time again, but simply seemed unwilling to cram any more of him into her stomach. So, she takes the initiative herself - reaching upwards, Naji grabs both of Johan's feet, presses his ankles together, and CRAMS him in. The sudden transition from the cool exterior of the room to nothing but the heat inside of Naji's mouth on his feet is a startling one, but no more startling than the sudden, HARD swallow that pulls his feet into the back of her mouth...and then downwards into her throat. She'd actually done it. He might not be completely in her stomach yet, but at least she'd managed to cram all of him into her throat...and she was content that her throat would handle the rest well enough, even if it took a little bit of effort. Exhaling a little sigh of relief, Naji just....flops backwards onto the bed with absolutely no ceremony, a soft moan rising in her throat. She felt.... so full. Far, far more full than she had any right being, a sort of almost-painful full that made her stomach ache just the slightest bit at it swelled and shifted, trying desperately to deal with the enormous amount of food that had been crammed - and is still being crammed - inside of it. It felt...amazing.<br/><br/>"Mmmmfff....." Opening her ruby lips just the slight bit, Naji exhales a soft 'Uuurrp', which relieves just enough of the pressure on her stomach for comfort "...Ahhh. I've never felt so full in my life...." Lifting her hands, she places both of them on her now-enormous stomach, rubbing the shifting bulges within to sort of massage them into a tighter little ball that her belly could handle a little more easily. Grinning coyly, Naji exhales another little sigh, following it up with "Now I get to see how well an orc AND a human pad my chest. Don't worry, love...my belly will take GOOD care of you..." It was her turn to tease now, but...Naji had always been hard to read. Would she really digest him if the opportunity arose? She'd seemed...well, perfectly content with making him rather soft in the past, and with her stomach packed so full, the glow of predatory accomplishment filling her chest...who knew.<br/><br/>Inside Naji, Johan feels his chest starting to slide along Drodjee's back, sandwiched between her soft, saliva-soaked flesh and the equally as slimy, but far more soft walls of Naji's stomach. Still, his progress was slow, and though he can feel the drow's stomach stretching just enough to take him in, it's clear her throat is having some difficulty in forcing him in. Still, inch by tiny inch, he feels his hips starting to squeeze past the entrance (and potentially, the only exit he wanted to take) to Naji's stomach, and bit by bit, his thighs and knees start to join him, urged on not only by gravity and the constantly peristaltic motions of Naji's throat...but by Drodjee herself, who seemed to be trying to pull him in along side her...and push him against the walls of the drow's stomach, as if trying to get him BENEATH her "You...are going to keep me company, human. If I'm getting digested...I'm having my fun with it, and you're joining me."<br/><br/>((Drodjee is attempting to grapple Johan. She has a 14 on this, but it's...well, not so much an 'attack'. Up to Johan if he chooses to resist or go with it!))