<span style="font-weight: bold">Ingarl/Phyrra/Aviana - warning, scatty</span><br/><br/>"Oh Lolth, dear Lolth," Phyrra moans. "My shit! You're eating my shit, Aviana." It doesn't take much, the bulk of the demonic mass passing out of her, the quick, clever tongue working within her, the heights of pleasure to which Aviana's already stoked her. She twitches and cums, spraying hot, sticky drowjuice from her netherlips, across Aviana's body, mixing with and diluting the tingling acids of Ingarl's stomach.<br/><br/>"You dirty, dirty dragoness," she cries out, "covered in my cum and eating my shit, you pretty little toilet, this is the best shit I've ever taken. You win that bet. You win another load of my shit," so saying, with a great squeeze, she pushes where she'd been holding back, forcing the first great lump of it into Aviana's mouth, and behind, a hot, spicy slurry.<br/><br/>"I've made a dragoness my toilet," Phyrra moans, quietly, unbelieving, "this is truly the superiority of Lolth's favoured. You're just food - or where food ends up - if you're not her favoured."<br/><br/>"Did you really," Ingarl's voice thrums, and powerful spiderlegs tap your enclosure, making the stomach of Ingarl's drow torso judder and jiggle. "Well, isn't that interesting... maybe you're worthy of Lolth's blessing after all, Phyrra..."<br/><br/>Gently, beneath you, a so-far unseen aperture, a knot of muscle you'd dismissed as merely something to massage or crush her meals, begins to spasm and open... Phyrra gasps, stretching one palm out towards it... but its clearly not impossible that Aviana might be able to shove her aside and take her place...<br/><br/>OOC: The knot leads to Ingarl's 'womb' where she can transform a drow into a dridder - or, if Aviana were to make her way there, a demi-dragoness dridder, though Lolth might have something to say on the subject.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Tag: Xarces</span>