Aida, fortunately, was enthusiastically paying much more attention to Aiyaka and her own mounting pleasure as she embraced the kitsune tighter than would be wise, considering her bruises. The harpy, engrossed by her mingling pain and pleasure and the things Aiyaka is doing to her, misses the sudden congregation near the full naga or she might have some suspicious questions to ask. Lamya, tormented by the feel of a meal she *shouldn't* digest inside her stomach, is driven to voice words which could either be justification to the blissful harpy or her own instincts attempting to justify what she wants, deep down, to do to Bella. First Felicity and then Nanami approach the fattened naga as she sits on her coils and rubs her stomach; Nanami especially takes a bullish approach to helping Lamya out with her... issues, as hands knead the flesh and scales to try to keep her powerful stomach quiescent enough to not start squeezing Bella itself. As Lamya pulls the other two closer, pressed against her and each other, she can feel her stomach starting to growl just a tiny bit...<br/><br/>[[Not the greatest roll to not digest her, and she *is* getting excited... hmm. I'll give Bella 1 stress; enough to know she's hurt, but no lasting damage... Yet. XD]]<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Inside the naga's stomach, Bella balls tighter and tighter, trying to convince Lamya's belly that she's already been digested and that there's no need to slather fresh acid on her, or knead her into a softer and softer mass. As Lamya speaks- speculates that Bella wanted this, all along, the thief flushes in embarrassment and anger. It was enough to be eaten, and maybe digested, but to have her devourer publicly speculate that she might have been angling for that outcome all along was humiliating. And yet, in the moist warmth of the naga's stomach, perhaps... no, of course Bella <span style="font-style: italic">wanted</span> to get out. And yet, would she ever have the opportunity to experience something like this again, if the demons' tales were true and she'd return to life with only a bit of corruption? Perhaps even some fangs, or slitted eyes, or- and Lamya's folds were soft, and the slippery acid coating her body was tingling nicely, temptingly as it caressed her...<br/><br/>No. No! She wanted to get out- and soon she felt hands massaging her, keeping the deadly stomach quiet. She dared not stir, or thank them or demur for fear of unleashing the naga's instincts. And yet, as Lamya's heartbeat grew in tempo, shaking the small sac containing Bella, a little trickle of fresher, burning acid drooled its way onto her chest, and she felt the powerful muscles stir and start experimentally kneading those fluids into her bare, unprotected flesh. Bella felt a shudder, but the noises she heard from outside roused other instincts inside her that she dared not give into.</div></div></div>