"O-OOooohhh Goddess! OH Vesele! Th-Thi-This feels sooooo goood!" Aiyaka cries out with unbridled passion from deep within the woman's belly. The combination of those two attentive tongues tending to her nethers, of them lapping and drinking deeply from the nectar of her release, her delicious honey that flows freely as their reward. Aiyaka shudders at the thought of the cute cat girl Anita swallowing down mouthfuls of her nectar, of that tiny part of her that was settling into the one she'd been watching over's belly. Even while she was settling in bodily to fill Vesele's tum, the thought of being able to feed, to pleasure them both in this moment simply added to the euphoria the kitsune was feeling in these moments.<br/><br/>Locked in her throws of passion as her hips buck, her body shudders, and her tight hot flower quivers and spasms from the intensity of her orgasm. But more than that her entire body would be set ablaze with pleasure, every nerve made sensitive to stimulation would drink in deep the experience of being devoured. For the wall's of Vesele's throat enwrap her every curve, caress every inch of smooth, delectable flesh, kneading and pressing against the tightly compressed mounds of her chest. She completely helpless to resist, ensnared so fully within the body of this other woman, both physically and emotionally, and soon... soon she would be trapped within her stomach.<br/><br/>That stomach, oh that wonderful stomach. So hot, so wet, so delightfully absolute in it's embrace as it tightly presses against every inch of Aiyaka's beautiful face. Her nose running along the walls would sink in between a myriad of folds as she nuzzles that spongy flesh all around her. Flesh which she could feel a hidden amount of strength behind, strength that if given enough time she knew would be used to mush and mash, and break down her supple body into the nutrients Vesele's own would use to keep going. Digestion... the thought that she could be had not completely slipped her mind despite her arousal. Though something about it made her whole body tingle, the risk, the uncertainty, the potential finality of this act of passion.<br/><br/>Aiyaka was not one to consider such a fate often, at least not openly, being digested that is. Confident in her ability to seduce, wriggle, squirm, trick, or otherwise get her way out of any danger.... Having been selected and trained to turn the tides on any potential predator, able to assassinate the highest ranking members of any society, under the guise of a delectably edible, defenseless girl. Hailing from brightwind having made her an ideal candidate for she instinctively did not possess the fear associated with being devoured that was hard wired into most other girls. Able to stay cool and collected, even while on the brink of an open maw.... not until she met Eowyn had the idea of her own digestion truly solidified and taken root within her mind.<br/><br/>Oh that beautiful centaur, such a lovely creature, and skilled hunter.  She'd caught Aiyaka sneaking around one day while out hunting, the pretty little kitsune thought little of it at first, and aimed to simply wriggle her way to freedom. Though the centaur's grasp proved to be far too strong for even her in her superior dexterity, and myriad of escape techniques to wriggle out of. With her training to escape and defend herself failing, Aiyaka slipped into the most natural thing for her to do.... she began caressing the centaur with her tails, smiling warmly towards her and openly flirting, buttering her up for a future betrayal. Should this fail she thought for certain she was doomed then and there, yet as she was held aloft, as she gazed deeply into Eowyn's eye's, something gave the centaur pause. She claiming to have recently eaten, and that she would keep the kitsune girl as a snack to have during the week long trip back. A perfect position for Aiyaka to be in, for she'd simply need to wait for the centaur to lower her guard, dispatch her and be on her way..... Yet night after night as they traveled together, Aiyaka watched as Eowyn captured other girl's and monster girl's alike devouring them in her place. Each night she'd be kept close as the centaur rested, unknowingly leaving herself vulnerable to a sneak attack by the assassin by her side.... yet just as Eowyn had spared her, Aiyaka couldn't bring herself to plunge the sharpened tip of betrayal into the monster girl's back.... instead she found herself fascinated by the noises coming from her girl filled belly, found herself cuddling close to it during the wee hours of the night. Pressing her ears firmly against that soft, warm coat, listening to the the begging for release...and sometimes even the moans coming from within....all mixed with the sounds of digestion.<br/><br/>As the days passed by her fascination grew and grew. She felt a warmth between her thighs every time she watched a new girl pass between the centaur's lips. She loved the way they settled in between her four legs, rounded out and hung freely within her middle. She admired the way the centaur's coat would glisten the next day, and the cute little blush on her face, and the sounds of pleasure Eowyn would exude as she lifted her tail to release all that remained of her fully digested meals. So much so that she saw being eaten by the centaur in all too familiar light. She saw the passion, the closeness, the bond, and the pleasure, seeing being devoured, digested by the centaur as something she herself was very familiar with, an act of love making. From that point on the two would only grow closer and closer, so much so that by the time they returned to Eowyn's tribe, Aiyaka had the mighty centaur completely wrapped around her finger.  She was no longer a slave destined to end up filtering through the centaur's bowls, but rather her girl friend, who may some day receive the honor of fueling the body of the one she loved. A position Aiyaka was quite relieved to have acquired as the many hungry glances from the other members of the tribe made it evident that she'd not have lasted more than a night otherwise without being reduced to a steaming mound piling up under some lucky monster girl's backside.<br/><br/>It was then, as she's slowly swallowed down, her hips drawn in past the brink of Vesele's wonderfully tight throat, her body pulled ever downward with steady rippling waves of muscle that she felt those familiar sensations come rushing back to her. As Anita's lips are drawn away, as her toes are licked one final time, curling with delight as she's completely sealed within the body of the woman....slowly swallowed down to rest and curl within the tight confines of the girl's stomach, that Aiyaka realizes this was an act of love making, this was a girl she'd be honored to become a part of. The realization settling in, of her being locked away tightly within the body of not just a stomach, not just a girl, but of her lover.<br/><br/>It is with this frame of mind that Aiyaka finds the last of her body being deposited into that tight, humid stomach. These thoughts in her mind as she watches the not of muscle form above her as that tight little ring closes shut, sealing her completely inside. Her heart races at the implication, of being trapped within this one's stomach, as those soft silky folds of flesh squeeze and shift against her. Aiyaka releases a shuddering moan as her flower petals are brushed by those attentive folds. She rubbing her rear against the pit of Ves' stomach, just as her hands would begin exploring the walls before her. She touching the flesh tenderly, offering Vesele's stomach all of the care and affection that she would offer a lover...one and the same was her stomach in Aiyaka's eyes. Just another means of bringing the girl pleasure, and pleasure Aiyaka intended to bring. "Oh Vesele! Oh lover!" she gasps out as she's overwhelmed by all of the sensations. The heat of vesele's body all around her, the soft slick flesh encasing her every fiber...the way the walls shift and ripple before her glistening almost magically with a mixture of saliva, acid, and what she could only describe as slime. The way those very walls clung to her body, coating her in the fluids that covered them, sharing them with her, marking and maker her it's own. Aiyaka wears this marking with pride as she bites her lip and inhales sharply. The tingle of acid in the air causing her heart to race, as already it seemed the stomach was making plans to make her love making to come, one that would potentially last a life time. "It's so heavenly in here! So soft,so warm and oh so very tight! Oooohhh goddess! why it's just like your stomach was made for me and only me!" she moans as her hips begin rocking back against the stomach lining. enjoying the way it strokes and rolls against the curve of her ass, those wrinkled walls touching every inch of her body at once, caressing her breasts,pinching her nipples, rubbing he rear, offering slimy wet kisses to her pucker, and grinding wondrously between her plumpened petals.<br/><br/>Hearing Vesele's words all around her she humms in utter delight. "Mmmphhh....you were....delicious, Aiyaka..." no other sentence had filled her breast with so much pride in that moment. Instead of responding with words, Aiyaka responds in a language she knew her lover, and lover's stomach both would understand. She pressing her lips firmly to the outer wall of that tum, lavishing it in appreciative kisses, while her tails begin to swish and sway, rubbing in great sweeping motions against the opposite wall of that vice like tum. Oh the pleasures she could bring Vesele from this vantage point, able to use her entire body, to implement all of her dexterity into a single motion of love making...... why the thought alone caused her petals to pulsate....