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Their silky, smooth, pillow-like interior gently cradling the muscled ring, that Aviana can feel quivering, tensing and straining within their embrace. Muscles that were doing all they could to hold in the load of digested demon that begged to be let out, to flow freely and defile the drider's stomach beneath her. Of course Aviana wasn't about to let that happen, wasn't about to let her newest friend suffer whatever wrath was appropriate for defiling a place of seeming importance within their religion. <br/><br/>The thought that she'd be eating the elven woman's shit had never crossed her mind upon first meeting her, and while her rump was quite exceptional, dare she say good enough to eat, and while she'd thoroughly enjoyed servicing her pert little rear with lips and tongue, the thought she'd be on the receiving end of her bodily waste had never been on the table. Of course she wasn't entirely apposed to it, she'd willingly pleasured her ass...and she wasn't about to let a little mess ruin the experience....and besides she always had magical means of cleaning herself up at her disposal.<br/><br/>Of course what was struggling for release was more than a little mess, more than mere remnants of meals past....no this was the full remains of a once live meal. Even so Aviana wasn't going to let anything spoil the mood, and she'd enjoyed licking the dark elven woman's ass so much thus far, why a part of her was secretly excited she'd not have to remove her lips just yet.<br/><br/>"Mmmnnn go ahead Phyrra" she encourages the dark elf once more. Her lips tightly sealed around her slightly protruding ring, as the head of a turd begins to present itself. Aviana wasn't entirely sure what to expect as Phyrra's waste slowly but surely pushes itself into her mouth. Though the thought of eating such a thing was revolting, the actual taste as it settles against her tongue, was not at all as bad as she would have imagined. Perhaps it was merely the fact it was a demonic meal in nature, that gave it the spicy flavor. The texture of course was another thing all together.... slippery, smooth, and slimy, and yet gritty all the same. <br/><br/>Accepting the load between her lips, Aviana gently massages Phyrra's anus with her tongue, running it's tip around the base of the protruding log as it continues to make it's way into her mouth. Only when Phyrra's body spasms, her cunny spraying the dragon girl's chest with cum, would she cease her gradual massage. Instead grasping the elven woman's cheeks firmly in each hand, holding on tightly so as not to let any waste slip free and defile the driders tum. <br/><br/>Aviana was pleased in the fact Phyrra was enjoying this, and when she admits it was the best shit she'd ever taken, the drag girl's cheeks would flush in a blush. She wasn't quite prepared for what would follow however, her reward for doing so well, being a firm press from the dark elf's ass. Her rectum forcing the log of waste free into her moth. Aviana half gags as her mouth is suddenly full of the partially solid mass of digested meal. She working it back with her tongue, into her throat where she obediently swallows it down. A lump visible in her slender neck, as the muscles of her throat work the digested remains of the imp, down into her own stomach. Before she can so much as speak or recover, more quickly follows. Where as the first was quite solid, the second round had a less distinguishable form. Being much hotter, and even spicier than the load prior, Aviana struggles to swallow it all down. No longer able to simply sit and savor the experience, she actively gulps to prevent her mouth becoming too full, creating a one way funnel of sorts for the dark elf's waste to travel. <br/><br/>Swallowing down gulp after gulp of solid waste, sucking the shit straight from Phyrra's pert little ass, Aviana's face burns bright red as the dark elf begins to talk about her. Declaring to Ingarl that she'd made a dragoness her toilet. The whole situation was quite embarrassing, and while Aviana would of loved to argue otherwise, to explain the situation. She couldn't deny the simple fact that she was indeed acting as a toilet to this beautiful dark elf. The worst part of it was, a part of her deep down inside, reveled in the shameful scenario, to be brought so low, after standing so tall mere moments before. Of course she wasn't about to admit it...at least she hoped she wouldn't <br/><br/>Aviana keeps her lips sealed around Phyrra's anus, not even so much as protesting as she continues to relieve herself. The dragoness enjoying the unique flavor by this point, as she swallows down each and every ounce of digested demon. All the while offering pleasurable little licks to the dark elf's anus. So caught up in her duty is Aviana, that she hardly pays any mind to the knot of muscle opening beneath her. Trapped in the drider's stomach as she was, muscles constantly rubbing and massaging the mixture of acid, and dark elf cum into her skin, while all the while she swallows down the shit of Phyrra above her. She merely keeps her position, gulping down a final bit of Phyrra's waste, before swirling her tongue against her pucker to ensure it's good and clean. "Mmnnn whew....that was more than I expected...well...how was it?" she asks, resting her head, lazily against the softness of Phyrra's cheeks. All the while she was completely unaware of the goings on outside the drider's tum, that her friends had moved on without her.</div></div></div>