Hearing Rissle's threat, another person speaks aloud. "W-was that the stranger who stopped by a few days ago? He's a monk! A man in robes! He has pointy ears; just don't hurt Isa, please!" Another person speaks out, "He went to tail the raiders! Now please, we've told you everything, let us go!". The people don't seem to have realized their fate fully, at least some of them. Over in Nezasit's grasp, the plump maiden's face goes white as she understands nothing said will spare them of this grisly destiny.<br/><br/>Following Nez's lead, Lilissa takes another trapped meal in her grasp, this time passing it to her gut with only a few gulps, leaving her now engorged with a bulge she can barely support, even if the other Predators both dwarf it. She lets out a burp as her meal wriggles, and she sits back, groaning slightly at the strain, rubbing her swollen belly. "Urp... I think I overdid myself." Perhaps inexperience, or perhaps the unsettling feeling of devouring people who trusted her, Lilissa finds herself unable to continue eating. Her sickened expression turns to one of alarm as she spots the cock Nezasit unleashes, a full blush along her face as she witnesses a peasant swallowed up completely by it, pushed as a squirming bulge down the dragonborn's cock until they land, crying out as they're digested, the indentation of their face pushing out from the wall of the sac.<br/><br/>"I had no idea..." she manages to sputter, idly moving a hand to her lower area, with difficulty considering the bulge blocking it. With another two already about to join the other meals, Lilissa watches mesmerized by the display. "Rissle, I'm stuffed. You can have my share, I'm happy to just... watch," she murmured, salivating slightly while her stomach gurgled away her own struggling meals.