"Um...sorry, I couldn't quite hear the conversation you were having with him...at least that explains the crying I could hear."  She mentioned, a sound of deep relief in her voice.  Camille then told Liandra she wasn't going to eat her.  Of course, you couldn't help but be a little nervous when you were heading rapidly upwards into the open mouth of another person...though with Camille she felt a certain trust as she felt herself enter the moist warm cavern of her friend's darkened maw.  Liandra was then pushed down upon the fleshy salivated tongue of Camille and could feel herself being licked all over up her legs and past her crotch as the fleshy muscle of her tongue moved up past her breasts and face, the slight sucking motion eventually pulling her off the finger as her friend swallowed some of the honey she'd licked off Liandra's tiny body.  Liandra now lay on the tongue of her friend, coated from head to feet in Camille's salival fluids, looking up vulnerably and hoping her friend had realised she had slipped off her finger and wasn't distracted by the immense pleasure of the enhanced taste of the honey combined with the sweet taste of her wings.