She's too distracted by the feel of her meal finally becoming so much goop for her to absorb to notice, at first- the blissful feeling as parts of a girl entering your body as part of you, even that tiny whispery feeling that Cyra always thought was a soul spending some pleasant time inside its predator before being free, the sensation had few parallels. She pitied those who didn't eat live prey, really, for not getting to experience... this. And as others come to her, she welcomes them in a pleasant haze. When Vesele first touches her soft, pillowy lower lips the usually staid, brutish kari sighs with a surprisingly gentle tone, relaxing and letting her mouth hang open just a little. She doesn't try to swallow Vesele, but simply moans with pleasure as hands caress tender parts. "Oh, that sounds... that sounds wonderful," she manages. The kari reaches out, and gently takes hold of Vesele, pulling her closer to her bare body but not yet in. "I like the... idea... of that. Being under my protection, and the reward..." she shudders, smiling. "Yes... we'll have to talk about just how much more of a reward we can both get..." Her lips start to grow slick with drool, the pleasure making her damp in the same way- if with some key differences- it would any other person.<br/><br/>She holds Vesele with one hand, gently, as the mousegirl comes to her and begins suckling. Cyra shrieks, a quick, surprised moan of pleasure at a mouth around her nipple. More out of instinct than anything else, the kari's free hand goes to the back of Marija's head, holding it as thick, sweet honey flows eagerly into the mouse-girl's mouth. "Oh... so soon after... you're tasting my meal," she pants, flushed a deep red and chest heaving almost out of Marija's reach. "Her and me- are they sweet together? Drink all you like, and I'll carry you home in my stomach... she loved in in there before I made her mind and you will too, but perhaps with one meal already I'll let you out back home so you can keep pleasing me like your friend..." she rambles, barely able to think between the twin assaults of mouth on her heavy breast and fingers continuing to tease her flower. Cyra shuts her eyes, surrendering to the triple pleasures of a meal being absorbed, honey consumed, and lips caressed with a loud moan of pleasure all but helpless to take any more action against either of those in front of her, whatever she might intend! "Offer's open... for you too, she squeezes Vesele, other breast dangling in front of her. "I'm good at... carrying people..."<br/><br/>[[I concede defeat to seduction ^_^]]