<span style="font-weight: bold">Phyrra/Ingarl</span><br/><br/>“Dear Lolth,” Ingarl moans, wantonly, her hands and sharp little forelegs wandering across her stomach, “you’re draconic friend and Phyrra are screwing in my stomach and it’s stirring up my gut,” she moans, as the organs in question glorp and gurgle eagerly. “They’re gonna get themselves digested if they’re not careful!”<br/><br/>Indeed, even outside her belly a dim screaming and thumping can be heard. As she rears up a little, it can clearly be seen that these more powerful poundings emanate from her abdomen-belly, not her human torso-tum. The soft grey flesh of her torso-tum writhes gently, as Phyrra and Aviana enthusiastically sex each other within.<br/><br/>“Sex makes me so wet,” Ingarl continues, half-tottering towards Eurikova's and the naga’s own, squirming, fighting belly. “I’ll need both needs satiating before my belly stills itself. We’ve both got one demonic bitch who needs digesting in our tums, and one or two people we wouldn’t mind getting back. Your slave, my Phyrra, and your dragoness, who I have to have eating my ass when I drop this load,” Ingarl continues, one sharp leg none-to-gently kicking her abdomen-belly and the possessed drow digesting away within, “if having her tongue up there is anything like Phyrra’s screaming it is. We’re both beautiful. We share the same needs. Let’s… help each other,” Ingarl implores…<br/><br/>Inside Ingarl’s tum, Phyrra only redoubles her assault on Aviana’s nethers, seemingly trying to thrust her entire face within the dragonesses sweet flower, thrusting her tongue as deeply and powerfully as she can… yet nowhere near as deeply as Aviana’s is probing within her own pert, puckered anus. “My slaves never wanted it this much,” she wails into Aviana’s pussy, drenched in her saliva, the dragonesses own juices, and the increasing flow of Ingarl’s tingly-pleasent gastric juices. “None of them had tongues like yours. They couldn’t get this deep, dear Lolth you’re deep,” she whimpers, “unless my ass was eating their head, and that’s not a magic I have, nor could I often afford the spell…” She moans, “this is special, so special…”