<span style="font-weight: bold">Although the burning manor house provides light and heat both, the sun is sliding over in the sky. Afternoon has slipped into evening, and night will be falling in a few hours. It will require a swift journey to the tribe’s new campsite… you won’t have much time to lose your way...</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Daciana</span><br/><br/>“Of course I’m digesting you,” Cyra says, as she folds her chitinous legs under her and lies down on them, pushing stiff ridges into her stomach, her settling weight pushing me down onto them. Pushing them into my increasing mushy flesh.<br/><br/>“Oh Goddess,” I moaned, as acids rushed in, sensitizing and breaking up the newly exposed skin, “you’re<span style="font-style: italic">digesting</span>me.” Somewhere inside the mushy mass that remained of my flower, the harder parts of the kari’s legs shifting position, kneading the dough of my flesh, goopy with her acids and my sexjiuces, sending waves of ecstasy flashing through me. “You’re digesting me,” I moaned again, accepting the reality of it. The incredibly pleasurable reality of it. “You’re digesting me, and<span style="font-style: italic">it feels so fucking good</span>,” I cried, as loudly as my squished, mushy lungs were able to do so, grinding myself on the rougher parts of her tum, trying to break myself up into a chunky stew of pure pleasure. “Digest me! Digest me into bliss!” I screamed ecstatically.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Marija</span><br/><br/>“...that’s much better, isn’t it?” Vesele said, drawing one long lick of her tongue along Marija’s ear, leaving her trembling. I wanted her, Marija thought. I wanted her so badly, her tongue all over my body, breasts, between my squirming thighs… “We must revisit this later,” she whispered, and kissed the mousgirl - a kind of goodbye - as she slipped away towards the prettier catwomen. It left Marija feeling a little rejected… and, her ears no longer blocked by Vesele impressive assets, she could hear every last word of the girl digesting in Cyra’s tum. She squeaks regretfully, blushing furiously, as Vesele slips away towards Resha and Katina and Aiyaka.<br/><br/>“She was… feisty,” Cyra comments, idly massaging one of her nectar-filled breasts. Resting on her stomach, they’re just the perfect height for a mousgirl to suckle.<br/><br/>“A-and you like that,” Marija murmurs. “Feisty girls? They’re probably your favourite. You probably don’t like quiet, mousy girls,” she trails off. Her face is downcast, but she’s quite unable to tear her eyes from the kari’s absentminded kneading of her full breasts, save for when they flicker to the increasingly erotic scene developing between Vesele and the catwomen…<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Katina</span><br/><br/>I can’t tear my eyes from the tigeress’s distended tum, as she stretches. It’s practically shrinking as I watch, the remains of whatever girl she’s devoured absorbed to fuel her powerful, pretty body… and I can’t help but think that this is exactly what must’ve happened to Grozdana, eaten by the gluttonous Resha just hours before… my compatriot not even meal enough to satisfy her hungers for a single day.<br/><br/>“Do you ever have girls feed themselves to you?” I ask, half jest, half jab, half genuine question… because, with the ecstatic moans of the girl filling the kari’s belly ringing in my sensitive kitty-ears, I can almost imagine myself…<br/><br/>Aiyaka, besides me, licks her lips, dropping unselfconsciously to her knees and crawling towards the tigeress, whispering promises of tummy-rubs. I don’t imagine that the flashing, sexy view beneath her swaying tails is unintentional, though whether it’s for Vesele or I or both… the house-slime coating her rump glistens like girljuice just begging to be lapped…<br/><br/>I lick my own lips, before I can catch myself.<br/><br/>“Just sit back, and allow us to make up for singing you,” Aiyaka purrs, beginning to massage that awfully distended belly. “Whoever you ate sure is lucky,” she continues. Lucky? I’d thought myself lucky to escape, and Grozdana… but<span style="font-style: italic">Aiyaka</span>didn’t seem to agree.<br/><br/>I took one, two steps, determined not to crawl, before settling to my knees beside the pair. “It’s so soft, so warm, so<span style="font-style: italic">gurgly</span>... isn’t it Katina,” Aiyaka asks. I nod, slowly. I can feel its heat, hear the gentle gurgling, see the soft waves rippling through the flesh.<br/><br/>“Who was she?” I whisper, lowering my head to Resha’s tum, pressing my ear against it, half expecting to hear screams - of agony or ecstasy. But there was nothing but gurgling, the churning of a thick, meaty stew. “The… lucky one?” I asked, letting my gaze rise to the tigeress’s above her bulging belly. Gently, my hands begin to stroke the distended mass in turn.<br/><br/>I heard footsteps behind, Marija’s squeak and even the kari’s soft sound of pleasure, and knew who it had to be. She and I’d never… but I wasn’t surprised, when she knelt behind Aiyaka, her lips and tongue slowly lapping the slime from Katina’s rump with licks that would’ve been the envy of many a catgirl.<br/><br/>“Well, I suppose we’re at your mercy,” Vesele reminds me, and I’m forced to agree - the gluttonous tigeress and hungry kari could make meals of us all, any time they chose, and most frighteningly, feeling the shifting of Resha’s last meal, hearing the orgasmic screams of Cyra’s current one… just the tiniest little part of me thought it wouldn’t be that bad… then-<br/><br/>“Let’s just take them back for the victory feast,” Resha announced casually, and I shuddered, right against her belly, where she was sure to feel it. Just because in a weak moment I’d thought didn’t mean… but it was clear the only thing arguing would get us was<span style="font-style: italic">eaten right now</span>... “I- I’m glad she was a satisfying meal,” I murmured, remembering to help massage away the mass in Resha’s gut. Just not<span style="font-style: italic">too</span>fast, was all.