The muscled ring leading down to the drider's second stomach flexes beneath Aviana's touch, her toes running along it's rim curl at the feeling of it pressing down against the possessed warrior's head, engulfing and swallowing her up entirely with a satisfying glurk. "Guess that answers that... do tell me how the rest of her digestive system treats you." the dragon girl teases further. Having a morbid curiosity on how the drider's digestive system worked, yet unwilling to personally subject herself to a deeper exploration.<br/><br/>With the other warrior gone, only able to feel her struggles slightly from below, Aviana refocuses her attention entirely upon Phyrra "Looks like she won't be bothering us anymore" she declares with a naughty little gin.  The limber elf being turned about by the churning walls of the spider girl's stomach, would end up with her head down near Aviana's nethers, beginning to kiss sweetly up along her thighs. "In this stomach it's quite nice I agree...not sure how accommodating the lower would be...and I'm happy to share the experience with you." the dragon girl coos, reaching down to gently stroke the curve of the elven girls rump, which was now facing upwards after the stomach's ministrations had turned her around. "I'm counting on you to get me out of here Phyrra.... the massage of her tummy feels too good for me to be able to do it alone." Aviana admits, shuddering with delight as the drow girl's lips grow closer and closer to her fully bloomed flower. Her petals pulsing and aching from all the stimulation they'd received, as the slippery walls of Ingarl's stomach, crease and fold to rub, and nip against them with every pass. Coating her nethers in tingling acid. "Surely you'd rather have me to yourself...than share me as a layer of drider breast padding." Aviana lustfully growls, digging her fingers into the cheeks of Phyrra's backside, lifting her head only to bury her lips between the dark elf's thighs.<br/><br/>Aviana's tongue lashes out, pressing against the delicate petals of Phyrra's cunny. Tasting the very same nethers her tail had been plunging into not long ago. Aviana's lips purse as she nuzzles in against them to place a single kiss upon her entrance, before thrusting her tongue forwards, pushing the wriggling muscle deep into the dark elven woman's most sacred of passages.With her tongue getting a good taste of her slick inner walls, Aviana's lips seal against her entry, kissing and suckling as she laps eagerly within. Drinking up the juices created in the wake of her tail's exit, only to pull back and lap upwards along her slit, the dragon girl's dexterous little tongue tip, painting a trail between her petals, parting them in it's passage, as it crosses the narrow bridge of flesh, coming to rest directly against the dark elven girl's pert pucker. There she flicks and swirls her tongue, for several tantalizing seconds, before dipping back down to return her attention to her nethers anew. Aviana focusing on pleasing the woman, while the stomach churns, and gurgles around them. All the while coating their bodies in layers of the drider's stomach acids. Their activities likely feeling quite wonderful to the drider, especially if she was able to catch on to what they were doing inside her.