<span style="font-weight: bold">Phyrra/Ingarl/Possessed Drow</span><br/><br/>Phyrra squeaks, as Aviana bites her lip, but it only makes the drow’s breasts tremble against Aviana’s own, a far from unpleasant sensation. Despite it’s tightness, Ingarl’s throat seems to have no trouble forcing the entwined pair down it, and both are swiftly propelled towards the dridder’s stomach.<br/><br/>Not so quickly, though, that Ingarl is unable to bring the her pretty-dragoness meal to orgasm, her nethers spewing hot sweet nectar across the dridder’s tongue… joined by Phyrra’s own, as Aviana’s thrusting tail and the friction of her rough scales drags orgasm after helpless orgasm from the sniper-drow… the shivering and squirming and lubrication so created only helping to speed the pair’s progress down Ingarl’s oesophagus… with unceremonious delight, Ingarl slurps up both pairs of lubricated legs, plopping Aviana and Phyrra into her torso-stomach… from which the pulsing of her lower-stomach-sphincter is rapidly pulling the clawing, screaming possessed-drow.<br/><br/>The possessed-drow’s struggles are splashing acids up from the lower stomach, and it’s clear to see the red, blotchy marks on Ingarl’s torso-stomach where the lower belly’s more potent acids are irritating even her own digestive system. The possessed-drow tries, futilely, to grab onto either Phyrra or Aviana, but both women’s sex-and-saliva-slicked forms easily resist such attempts… and it’s far from clear she’s going to get a second attempt, as one attempt to push herself free only results in her right arm being sucked down into the sphincter below, leaving only her left to claw uselessly at Aviana’s leg, latching on it now her only hope of survival - or at least taking the dragoness with her...