<span style="font-weight: bold"> Cyria </span><br/><br/>Jutii exhaled a little groan, her hands desperately searching for the muscular sphincter she'd managed to squirm her way back up just a few seconds before. She felt dizzy, disoriented, and being scrunched up inside the belly of an overgrown spider was doing very little to clear her mind. It helped even less that it was pitch back, and everything around her felt the same - slick, hot, and squishy. On her hands and knees, with her butt perked up against the roof of Cyria's stomach, all she could do was feel around and hope - a hope that was rapidly dwindling the more she felt the spider-girl's venom take hold. It wasn't going to paralyze her by any means, but she could feel her muscles weakening, could feel even her legs quivering to keep herself propped up against the slippery, fleshy base of the drider's stomach.<br/><br/>Somewhere in the back of her mind, a little voice told her she didn't have long to get out - if the venom weakened her too much, no amount of squirming would force her way back up the drider's secondary esophagus, much less the first, especially with not only the throat muscles themselves working to keep her down, but no doubt the spider's arms and perhaps a pair of legs as well.<br/><br/>The result, for Cyria at least, was far more pleasant, the shifting bulge in her abdomen causing it to sway back and forth as the likely-doomed lizardgirl within sought desperately to escape her digestive confines. The 'heavy' sensation of so much digesting meat - even if she was still alive - sent a sort of warm feeling throughout Cyria's body that normal food simply could not even begin hoping to match. Not to mention, every once in a while an especially powerful little 'twitch' or 'lunge' from her food, trying to scramble back up her throat, ended up hitting her more...'delicate' areas in just the right way, sending little trickles and tingles of pleasure occasionally rippling throughout her body.<br/><br/>The sensation was enough, even, to make it easy to ignore the faint 'smouldering' sensation she felt coming from somewhere inside of her, as if her passenger was a bit angry at having to use up some of her no-doubt precious energy to prevent one of those who carried a part of her from ending up as lizard-chow.<br/><br/>"Nggh...grr..!" Jutii exhales an exhausted breath, her body slumping against the slimy, acid-coated interior off Cyria's belly. A brief break. Just a quick one. Hopefully, one that didn't last so long that the digestive acids coating her had a chance to weaken her further. More and more, the thought that she WOULDN'T end up making it out, resulting in her ending up as spider-food, crossed her mind. It was one such thought that prompted her to call out, her voice heavily muffled to the point of barely being audible so deep inside Cyria's body "L-Lets talk about this! Nng. W-wasn't...really going to eat you! Just take you prisoner! Can't we just...let bygones be bygones...?!"<br/><br/>Not exactly the most convincing argument.