<span style="font-weight: bold">Phyrra</span><br/><br/>“...do tell me how the rest of her digestive systems treats you,” Aviana says mockingly… but the only answers from the possessed drow are screamed imprecations and frantic thumping… both set against a background of rich, gurgling acids.<br/><br/>Phyrra, for her part, merely smirks as the possessed drow goes to her fate… and it softens into a smile, as Aviana begins to stroke and caress her once more.<br/><br/>Stimulated and overstimulated by the tingly acids of Ingarl’s stomach, she only moans and squirms as Aviana’s lips move to her flowerpetal… and begins to lap at the nectar within. Nevertheless… “Nngh,” she whimpers softly, as Aviana’s tongue gently begins to tease her anus. “Half-draconic-asslut,” she whispers softly, “my slaves wouldn’t do that until they were utterly broken, and you…” she moans, lustily. “Ohhhhh… so<span style="font-style: italic">good</span>,” she whimpers, as Ingarl’s stomach rumbles around you, and the possessed-drow’s screams echo gently through the dridder’s pulsating flesh…