Kate can't say anything else in this position, so she simply swallows. It is clear at this point that she must have taken a breath mint, because her breath gets worse the further into her body Marcellus descends. It's not unbearably bad, but it does smell a little of digested meat and various animals. She laps at his body beneath his clothing as much as she can as she swallows down his chest and torso, which are soon surrounded by her powerful, slimy throat too. She pauses for a second or two, licking over his crotch much more slowly, then swallows again, bringing his legs into her maw. By now, he has entered her stomach, and while it isn't the most welcoming place in the world, at least it doesn't smell too bad and there aren't any remnants of her previous meals in here. She continues swallowing, her tongue wrapping around his legs as much as possible, although she is deterred by the flavour of his clothes. She finally reaches his feet, and with a final, wet swallow, she sends those down her long throat and into her soft belly, which is bloated outwards considerably with the large meal inside it. Murring contentedly, she lays down on her bed, heaving her large belly up above her and rubbing over it slowly with both hands.