<span style="font-weight: bold">Lamya</span><br/><br/>"Na-nam-i," I protest, squirming and writhing as she rubs my belly... and it gurgles and churns more than gratfully in response. "You<span style="font-style: italic">know</span>what that does to me when I'm digesting someone in there," I moan, leaning down, breasts and breast-piercing-ornaments dangling, to capture my fellow sorceress's lips, my tongue sliding into her mouth, teasing, toying. "Promise me you'll make good later," I smile gently, as I pull back from my sometimes-lover.