[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/271159">Careful!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">4dF+2</span><span style="font-weight: bold">1</span>. Aida doesn't really notice Aiyaka climbing nearby.]]<br/><br/>As the apparent 'betrayal' considers, Aida stares avidly at the spectacle of Lamya swallowing her traveling companion, shifting position and flushing at the show. "O-o-oh," she says, straining to not moan, "You'll do nicely for an ally, all of you..." she watches, so focused on Lamya that Aiyaka easily climbs up to the branch the harpy's on and out of the way of any wayward tongues. Another wayward tongue finds its way all around Bella, as the naga starts to enjoy the ruse a little too much. Bella's response to Lamya's comforting words is another unintelligible gibe, delivered with poor timing into the underside of the naga's tongue. She'd wondered if she'd be sampled and released, but no- the naga's massive throat opens in front of her and pulls her in, squeezing her face and neck and starting to pull it down into the waiting, eager stomach. With the tail still wrapped around her legs and her upper arms pinned by Lamya's throat, Bella couldn't mount an effective defense even if she decided not to believe her devourer, and thus she just squirms for the sake of appearances. Whatever Lamya's intentions, her stomach is only passingly aware that it's not deadly serious, and its eager gurgling to prepare for Bella's stay fills the elf's ear; her kicking gets a little more erratic once she feels the heat of the serpent's mouth engulf her breasts, then her hips to leave only a pair of legs out. That dextrous tongue begins removing her clothes, and soon the damp panties are joined by a slimy dagger pried away from its hiding place.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Now full naked and bereft of the weapon she usually opts to rely on if caught inside a predator, Bella's kicks and struggles get more intense- making, though it's not her goal, the show seem more real. She was helpless in Lamya's grasp, unable to do anything should the naga opt to digest her instead of letting her back out, and with her head right at the entrance to Lamya's stomach the gurgling seems even louder... but soon she's distracted by the first brush of Lamya's tongue against her slit. The only wetness there is from the naga's own drool at first, flowing heavily from how indescribably delicious the thief's bare body is on her tongue. A few strokes, though, and the pleasure of it starts to fight against the fear and indignation of having the ruse go so far. Her feet start jerking in ways that don't come from a desire to escape, and the bulge swelling the naga's front starts to move more rhythmically with each stroke of her tongue. After a minute, the sought-for flavor starts to seep from Bella, held upside down and pinned in the strong naga's throat. Not much longer after that, and Lamya starts pushing her tongue <span style="font-style: italic">in</span> as far as it would go, rasping against Bella's walls and shoving her hips a little closer to her palate to prepare to swallow her wholly. Feeling herself so close to the edge, Bella mounts a last attempt to hold herself in. It doesn't matter- Lamya's tongue is too skilled, and there's nothing for Bella to focus on but the heat, the naga's giddy heartbeat, a stomach and the feeling between her legs. With another deep thrust, Bella spasms around Lamya's tongue, letting a rush of sweet fluids coat Lamya to reward her for her patience in not immediately gulping her ally down; after the climax, she goes limp in Lamya's possessive embrace, legs drooping down to dangle in front of her dark chest.</div></div></div><br/><br/>"Ohhhh," Aida breathes- one hand idly playing with herself as she happily watches. "More a happy ending than she deserves, but such a lucky human to have<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>as her better..." she shakes her head, trying to clear the pink fog that usually comes when she watches  a predator do what comes naturally. "You're... all welcome. Come! Come on into the swamp, our lair's entrance is glamoured- it's not all lily pads and dirty water." Still unaware of the kitsune behind her, she stretches her wings out, looking upward and whistling a high, piercing tone.