<span style="font-weight: bold">Dridder/Sniper</span><br/><br/>“Coming to join in on the fun?” Aviana asks.<br/><br/>“I just can’t resist,” the sniper smiles back, slipping into the dragoness’s embrace. “You’re so lucky. Drow girls don’t usually fuck lesser races,” she continues, and softens it by pressing her soft lips against Aviana’s. The kiss is long and slow and surprisingly tender. “I’m Phyrra,” she says, as it breaks.<br/><br/>Above you, the dridder swallows, powerfully, and a distinct bulge appears within her torso-tum, pressing against Aviana’s cute little butt, lifting dragoness and drow-sniper off their feet, even as their hands slip between the dridder’s equally soft lips. From within, the protests of the possessed drow only grow more vociferous.<br/><br/>As the spider-woman’s long tongue caresses both your hands, drow and dragoness grow more intertwined, legs and tail entangling, Phyrra openly and obviously grinding herself against your thigh. Through the thin spiderspun fabric of her clothes, little more than lingerie, you can feel her wetness - matching the dridderdrool running rivulets down both your arms.<br/><br/>“You’re so lucky I didn’t catch you before Zirithian’s betrayal,” Phyrra continues, squirming against you as the dridder slowly, sensually slurps up your arms. From the pleased vibrating in her spider-abdomen, she indeed finds you more than delicious. “You’d have been my guardslave, gulping down my rival’s slaves in the arena by day and curled comfortably in my belly by night, napping on the remains of whatever foodslave I chose to season with you,” Phyrra sighs, softly, “then one day I’d have overslept from sheer comfort, and you’d have been nothing but a soft, pudgy mass in my gut. That would’ve been a sad day,” she murmurs, kissing you gently, “but so<span style="font-style: italic">satisfying</span>.” The dridder gulps again, her palms coming to rest on your butt as she hoists you both gently into the air, her lips brushing the crown of your head, at first kissing, then suckling, then beginning to suck you<span style="font-style: italic">in</span>. “But now things are different,” Phyrra says, not without a hint of regret.<br/><br/>“Mmm,” the dridder thrums her agreement. Clearly, the delicious meal she’s getting outweigh, for the moment, any broader consequences of the situation…