<span style="font-weight: bold">Eurikova</span><br/><br/>Inside Eurikova's tum, the orc-woman surrenders to her fate, squirming and writhing, drawing what pleasure she can in her last minutes. The silky smooth caress of Eurikova's stomach, draw soft moans from her lips, bubbling and foaming the acids within Eurikova's tum, as she lets them inside to tingle their way down her throat, to begin digesting her inside and out... and besides that, the undeniable sensation of being wanted, more than anything... well, there are much worse ways to go, she acknowledges, as she gives herself over to being nothing but nagafood.<br/><br/>"Sister," the orc in Eurikova's coils whispers, her hands probing and pressing against the naga's flesh, as the scales echo to the sound of her sibling's final pleasures. Its clear - there's neither hope of nor desire for escape from within Eurikova's tum. Gently, slowly, she begins to rub and massage, powerful fingertips squeezing the bulges in Eurikova's coiled flesh. First hesitant, she grows confident, as her kneading draws only moans of pleasure from deep inside. "Melt away," she murmurs into Eurikova's stomach-folds, "if that's what you wish," she tells it, before her eyes flick  up to the naga's. "Keep it sweet, for her," she pleads. "Most of our haul is gems or gold," she tells you of a small cache, hidden deeper into the mountains, "but you'll find the most valuable pieces soon enough," she mutters, "after they've... passed through..." from some pocket within her leathers, she draws a pair of unfauceted gems... to your untrained eye, they could be diamond, or some less precious clear stone.<br/><br/>"I..." she blushes... "prefer to follow my clan-mates and sister," she murmurs, still massaging Eurikova's tum. "I can't just accept my fate," she almost smiles, gently trickling the gems down Eurikova's cleavage, as she pulls the naga down into a soft kiss. "I'll struggle," she tells her, "but I know its futile. Maybe this was always meant to be," she continues, as she gently begins to squrim and writhe in Eurikova's coils, pinching the folds of her tum, not yet truly trying to escape, but somehow teasing that possibility, enflaming the naga's lusty hungers...