Relaxed, Johan's well aware that Naji was likely to *try* to gulp him down. It was a near instinctive reaction at this point after all on tasting him, and he could already see the light in teh drow's eyes as her predatory side was given one of its rare exhibitions. Johan enjoyed that side of Naji even more than he enjoyed her inside. Drow had a fearsome reputation, and Naji was far from the norm for drow, but he'd known early on the slight woman had a big stomach and a predatory, dominant streak in her just waiting to be roused. The predatory he'd happily awoken, though he'd leave the more... dominant aspect of it for others to enjoy, at other times. It was enough for him that he was able to bring Naji to the joys of feasting on other people, especially now that he was able to feed her a proper first meal and let her actually have the rewards of all the 'training' she'd done with Johan instead of having to suffer her intended dinner easily wriggling his way out. He was still confident of his own ability to escape a hungry drow- and, truth be told, a hungry 'nearly anything else'- so letting the pushy, cute half-orc be the first person to make a permanent residence on his dear quartermaster's chest was an... alluring prospect.<br/><br/>As Naji gives him a familiar lusty and hungry look, Johan returns it with a friendly wink. He didn't feel a great threat, of course. Their games in the bedroom were always half serious and half joking, and it amused Johan to play along most of the time knowing that in the end he was sufficiently stronger than Naji that barring poison or severe misfortune he could feed her a dozen orcs and work her out with weights and exercises for a month and she'd still have a poor chance of holding him down unwillingly. There was always that thrill of risk, though, that was so near the reason he enjoyed feeling a warm body around him at all... well, Naji was still a mostly safe way to indulge that, and so he indulged her in turn with Drodjee's body. He can't use his hands to grope the drow, not with both of them occupied guiding the protesting orc into his lover's body- but stepping up a little, he gives just a little warmth and bodily contact to Naji as he carefully works Drodjee's breasts into her mouth.<br/><br/>And so he pushes her down, enjoying the giddy noises Naji's making and feeling Cyria's amused gaze on his back. A pleasant and wholesome scene, all the way down, and as Drodjee's head and shoulders began to expand Naji's belly he rubbed his groin on that new bulge with a cheerful insouciant mocking. "She fits you," he says- "And she makes a good pillow, I'll imagine. Hmm. Your throat's flexibility's getting much better," Johan compliments. "You've kept practicing like I told you. Good! Have to find another way to reward that." He continues chatting and giving unresponded-to small talk as he works Drodjee's hips and groin into Naji's mouth- with just one more quick kiss, because he can't quite help himself. And then it's just the legs, and those he's happy to help her swallow all the way until its his hands and the orc's legs in her mouth. Naji *shudders* under him as she gets that familiar taste of aroused human male, and it's not a surprise when Johan feels his hands press against the back of the drow's throat. After all, it wasn't like he'd let go when he had a chance. He knew- and Naji knew- the implicit challenge in his stubborn grasp of the half-orc's pale green legs. Grinning at Naji, he winks once more as he feels his hands get squeezed, wetly, into Naji's throat and the drow begins maneuvering to get control of her *other* meal's body with a hold on his shoulders- just like he'd shown her.<br/><br/>"Oh, you think you have room for two?" Johan says, chuckling into the warm gust of air enveloping his head. "Alright. Well, if you can pull me down in there- and I'm not sure you can fit me AND her inside your stomach at once- I'll show you just how flexible I am, mmm? Won't be any room in that stretched belly to maneuver, but I'll still slip free of your body," he teases, "And you'll just have to content yourself with my taste on your lips while your actual midnight snack melts away. I look forward to helping you digest her- from the<span style="font-style: italic">outside</span>," he needles, feeling his chin be pulled slightly in to rest on Naji's dark lips. Cooperating, he shuts his eyes as the other half of her mouth closes on top of his head, shutting the light out. Saliva irritated the eyes; no sense in using organs that had no use in a body. Besides, he knew Naji's body far more intimately than what vision would allow. The same tongue that savored his taste, now able to freshly compare it to another meal, was one he knew, and teased by opening his mouth and giving it a quick toothless bite as it passed his lips- and then of course letting it go to savor more of him.<br/><br/>Pulling forward, he helps her get his body into the shoulders, but there he stops. If the drow wanted to see how elastic her belly could be, it'd have to be her strength doing it, not his own. Right then, he felt a lurch forward as her throat claimed his head entirely, replacing his hearing with the sounds of Naji's body, the loud and eager gurgling of her stomach as it began drooling thick goo onto a weakly protesting orc, and his own steady, controlled breathing. "Well done. Now, just focus. Remember, almost no predators ever split open from overeating," he urges into the top of her mouth. "Breathing. Empty your lungs, swallow, and then try to gulp in a little fresh air quickly. Don't try to hold your breath, your lungs will just take up room you'll need if I'm to fit in past your ribs-" he breaks off, feeling her hands leave his shoulders. With a laugh, her rubs himself on the still-expanding bulge of her stomach, leaving a little trail of wetness on her already-taut belly before her hands can get there. Sure enough, being that close to an orc being eaten and then feeling a mouth surround him had him erect and ready minutes after successfully mating with Cyria. "There you go," he says. "Trying to distract me, hmm? But you know that I can escape just as well in afterglow as before it- not that I'm complaining, but I do hope you're not counting on that to turn me into chest padding!"<br/><br/>Falling silent, he hears her body strain to take additional swallows, not resisting Naji's throat in any way. He could escape, of course; he knew a dozen ways to disrupt her peristaltic motions and be free from this position, but instead he kept firm hold of Drodjee's calves. Inch by labored inch, she brings more and more of the orc into her stomach, and more of Johan into her throat. Shoulders already in, the hips were the other large part; Johan knew she COULD swallow them, so the only real hazard was overstuffing herself and being unable to muster the strength to force him past the tightness of her own stomach muscles. That hadn't started yet- indeed, as another swallow took his head past her heart, wouldn't start until the orc was entirely swallowed. Relaxing, since he couldn't have been heard over Naji's pounding heart right then anyway, he lets the sensations of a hot throat relax his muscles, willing himself to get fractionally smaller to make himself easier to eat. Even more drool was flowing down his back, he judged, than had been for Drodjee, and his ego took that as a sign that she preferred his flavor to hers. Gratifying! Another few swallows brought his hands to the wrinkled sphicnter of Naji's stomach, and another took his hands and the orc's feet in entirely as his navel slipped into the drow's mouth.<br/><br/>"That's one down. I can practically hear your skin straining," Johan teases. Knowing that Naji often responded "well" to prodding about her abilities, he continues in a mocking tone, "You sure you don't want to just back off, let her digest for a day or so, and then try to fit me into the orc soup? All those limbs and things- so hard to get down. And it's not like you're going through all this with any hope of keeping me." Johan points out- and sure enough, that prompts another fierce swallow, one that rides his hips all the way into the drow's mouth. Feeling the tongue cushion his erect manhood, he sighs happily. "Ahh. Take your time. Who knows- maybe your belly will expand so much you'll actually be ABLE to get the rest of my legs down." Still he keeps his hands on Drodjee's ankles, though. He didn't want to end up accidentally inside *her*, after all, and keeping his hands out of trouble there would help. With that, he could get all the way in, wriggle himself around, and exit right through her throat once more. Slightly more risky than a usual escape, but nothing he hadn't done before. "That's the spot- there and to the left..."