<span style="font-weight: bold">Resha</span><br/><br/>The demoness snarls and struggles as Resha rolls on the grass, turning and churning the poor demonette within her tum. Already, the demoness can feel herself going melty, chunks of flesh sloughing from her body, her awareness distributed around the drippy mess of Resha’s stomach, its thick lining retaining her soul within her digesting body. It’s increasingly inescapable - even if Resha shit her out immediately, only desperate infusions of an angel’s healing honey could save her now, and there was no sign of either. No angel. Nor chance that Resha would release her until she’d fully digested. What remained would only be good for the flowers, whilst her soul slipped onward to reincarnation.<br/><br/>Might as well enjoy it then.<br/><br/>Her hand slipped down to her nethers, flesh barely a barrier anymore, as she began to stir and churn them around, creating indescribably pleasurable sensations impossible when her body was still truly solid…<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">All</span><br/><br/>You stumble and stagger your way out of the house, the shrill piping of tiny, fleeing beegirls supporting their bloated queen audible overhead. The house… settles, seems to sigh. With an audible burp, the front door pops open, and spits out Ishidora’s pith hat, and Resha’s sack of house-seeds. The stair carpet licks at the doorframe, and then snaps within, the door slamming tight behind. For now, it seems, the house is satisfied with its meal...