Johan couldn't help himself- the teasing was in his blood. Besides, he was legitimately Interested to see if Naji could choke down two people at once- she'd never done that before, but she'd never really had the chance to. There wasn't much of a limit to how much people could theoretically stretch, in his experience- most people, if they had meals that were willing or restrained, could stretch themselves around far more than they or the inexperienced observer would ever expect. Johan, however, had seen enough far-too-bloated predators in his life to no longer be surprised at the physical capabilities of even novices. He was more interested to see if Naji could mentally force her body to do what it was capable of doing and get him down her gullet along with Drodjee. He also was confident he could get out of Naji, even with the additional complication of an orc filling most of the available space inside her... but really, either way, this was about giving Naji her due reward for saving him. A taste of Johan and her first experience being really, REALLY stretched around a meal plus the feeling of digesting her first real prey would be more than enough of a reward- if she somehow managed to hold onto him and finally 'promote' him from unit leader to drow breast fat, well, that would be even more of a reward for her and he could hardly really blame her. Still- he doubted it.<br/><br/>As the drow labored to finish swallowing him, he felt her muscles struggling to keep a grip. He didn't relax- that actually made people slightly harder to swallow, oddly- but stayed passive enough that while she could keep hold of him she didn't have to struggle against his movements. Instead, he let himself enjoy the throat- with Naji already inside, there wasn't nearly as much GIVE as there should be. Johan quite liked the change, actually- gave a bit of resistance to his various squirming. And on his shaft- well, there was no shame in that. Especially for Johan, who tended not to have any shame at all. He'd ground himself onto Naji's tongue, and then when it passed by he cheerfully ground himself on the stiff throat walls as well, letting himself focus on that while the pressure and heat around his head and shoulders intensified closer to the stomach. He slightly twisted his feet to point down, just to be sure that wouldn't present any extra effort for Naji's struggle to bolt him down. She was, Johan could tell, giving it her all; he worried briefly at the hiccup, but she pressed on as was right and proper. Soon enough, he felt his knees slip into the humid warmth of the drow's throat, and then finally felt teeth shut briefly on, and then just behind his toes, sealing him into Naji's throat. But it wasn't a... sure thing, until he felt the taut throatflesh encase his feet, because unconscious peristaltic motion was far more reliable than conscious swallowing attempts. It was what made escaping so problematic! But Johan felt a warm surge of pride that Naji had managed two her-sized meals at once despite her novice predator status. It meant he'd been teaching her all too well.<br/><br/>As Johan starts to slip into the stomach proper, his eyes shut, he relies on his hands and on his preternatural sense of the position of his own body, as well as long experience with the intimate geography of Naji's innards. Just a few touches on Drodjee and he knew exactly what position she was in, which part of her was touching more tender parts, where she was in relation to the nether sphincter- all the useful information someone inside a stomach might be quite grateful to learn.  Hotter than usual, but he was prepared for that, too- he'd "shared space' with a friend once, though that time they'd both gotten out. The half-orc's drool and acid-slick body next to his felt amazing, and he wriggled appreciatively as his hips slipped with a pained squelch into Naji's stomach. Excellent feeling, and one he both treasured and didn't trouble to conceal his pleasure at from either drow or orc. As more and more of him entered the crowded stomach, Drodjee found that as she moved, Johan moved right along with her in perfect harmony- she, in fact, couldn't seem to get him in her arms at all. Instead, no matter which direction she tried to turn in the confusing confines of a full belly, Johan- who knew *exactly* where he was- kept up with all the impudent ease of a slimy, boneless octopus. It was maddening, but there was time and again some complicated squirming, and then Drodjee felt his shaft butting into her slippery flank and a mocking laugh on the back of her ear. And then, when his feet finally slipped through the overstress sphincter, Johan moved with lightning speed, wrapping his legs around the orc's thighs, pressing himself against her back- one arm wrapped around her neck to the other breast, caressing it, and the two of them *rolled* so that the slightly more massive Drodjee found herself facedown at the bottom of Naji's stomach, the relaxed Johan atop her.<br/><br/>Almost lazily, Johan works himself into a commanding position atop the orc, resting one chin on Drojee's slippery shoulder. There was already a pool of acid at the bottom of the stomach, and more trickling on his back- as he scooted a little back and forth, it made little delightful squelchy noises, and brought the familiar tingling sensation to his hide. "Now isn't that sweet," he says, keeping his voice low enough so the growling stomach would cover the words from Naji's pointed ears. "You're so attached you want me to accompany you! I'm touched. Really! It's an honor. And perhaps it'll happen, but it'll be because Naji's learned all her lessons and not because of anything you can do, dear. You're still hyperventilating from the horror of being in a belly- is it your first time?" He asks innocently. "You get used to it- if you get out, which I know you're not going to do. Heh." Tightening his grip, he doesn't *quite* rub Drodjee's face down into the pool of collecting acids. Instead, he muses, "Imagine if you'd just dragged me off into the bushes- you and I could have fucked our brains out, my friends would have won anyway, and then- who knows? Perhaps you'd be joining our band as an orc, instead of a wider bustline for our quartermaster. Such a shame, but Naji is a bit of the jealous type." He gives the orc a little peck on the cheek.<br/><br/>Raising his voice, he calls out, "Well done, love! But Drojee's trying to interfere- we both know this is another you against me, but she wants to make it about her! Isn't that such a pity?" He chuckles. "As much as I'd be honored to join her on your hips, you haven't earned it yet. But, so that the orc gets a sense of her place in things, would you mind giving us a bit of acid, a bit of stomach rub? You can get Cyria to rub your stomach," he adds, unaware that the drider was... occupied, at the moment, "That is- if you think you really need HELP." A snicker, and he rests his shaft between Drodjee's cheeks, enjoying the slick, tingling feeling of the stomach around him. "In your own time, don't feel a need to hurry- but if you dally, this orc might try to steal you away from me, and wouldn't that be an absolute crime? Or I might get hungry and see if I can steal HER away from YOU," he teases. "Better hurry up and melt us before either Drojee or I get hungry!" He tightens his grip on Drojee. He could get out whenever he wanted. Of course. He was just going to... enjoy his drow lover's stomach acids for a little bit, first.<br/><br/>((Successfully grappled Drojee just to keep her from being able to interfere with my escape next turn (she'll have to try to break my hold first). May as well give Naji a one round head start!))<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/549583">Give Drodjee A Hug</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+7</span><span style="font-weight: bold">18</span>