Vesele practically purrs to herself as she felt the Kari's body stiffen over her. She knew it was dangerous, being so close to a Kari's mouth-flower, especially given she was half-inside of it by this point. It would only take a little effort to cram her fully inside, and then she'd end up every bit as helpless as the meal that had taken the plunge a short while ago. Nothing would really prevent the Kari from simply digesting her now, or even holding her until a later date. A part of her almost expected it. Yet, when that moment doesn't come, Vesele - seemingly more at ease - redoubles her efforts, ignoring the moisture that seeped around her body in an effort to bring the Kari to even greater heights of pleasure.<br/><br/>The Kari's gutteral moan of pleasure makes Vesele's body tremble slightly. Mmm, that was a sound she loved. Any creature, being brought to the heights of pleasure under her hands or tongue, or in this case, with the use of the majority of her body. The only way the moment could get any better was if someone took it upon themselves to--<br/><br/>Vesele never gets a chance to finish her thought before she feels Aiyaka's hands pressing into the soft, warm flesh of her rump, drawing a little tremble of surprise from the boxum woman. Oh...that devious fox. Mmm, she would wait until now, wouldn't she? Until she was nice and helpless to resist....<br/><br/>...It was so delicious of a feeling.<br/><br/>"Ah! ~<3" A soft, surprised cry of delight escapes from Vesele's throat, hardly even audible from between the Kari's lips, the moment Aiyaka's soft, pleasant lips press against the fleshy cheeks of her rump in a delicate little kiss. ~Mmph...you naughty girl...~ Vesele whispers in her own head, her body shivering slightly at the sudden stimulation. The lick draws a full-fledged moan from Vesele's throat, audible even over the sounds of the Kari reaching her climax "Mmmm....Ohhhh....yessssss..." She moans lustily, her rump beginning to wiggle sultrily back and forth before the fox's eyes. It looked so tempting, and whilst not overly large, that rump had a perfect amount of roundness, the cheeks so wonderfully formed, soft yet firm. The tight, pink little hole nestled between looked inviting in and of itself, and just slightly below, the soft pink lips of the girl's flower practically glistened with arousal.<br/><br/>(Aiyaka?!?)<br/>"Aiy....aaah...kaaaa?!?"  Comes a muffled cry of bliss from somewhere inside the Kari's mouth, the movement of the fox-girl's tongue across her soft, bare rump making her entire body jerk in surprise. She tasted...heavenly. There was really no other word for it. Her skin was soft and warm and had just a faint hint of sweetness to it that was mouthwatering in and of itself. Not to mention, Aiyaka could practically *TASTE* the girl's hardly-bridled lust, far more primal and inviting than one might have expected, even from such a....well, 'figured' girl. Half-moaning, half-panting, Vesele extracts herself from Cyra's lips, coated in a new, thin sheen of fluid from the Kari's climax. Without even getting to her feet, she leans heavily against the Kari's body, her own growing hot as arousal sweeps through her, brought on by the intoxicating feeling of the kitsune's tails sliding around her thighs, as if holding her, preventing her escape as she was subjected to that tongue....<br/><br/>"MMMmphhhh....Aiyaka....you...naughty....fox...ahh..! Mm...you're not playing...fair...!" Vesele's voice, soft and sensual, comes between little pants and moans, her rump perked enticingly to the fox girl who'd taken it upon herself to 'tend' to her own desires. The world around her simply melts away. Prisoners? Who cared. This was pure pleasure. A monster-house tried to eat them? All in the past...this was the now. Gazing lustily over her shoulder, Vesele meets Aiyaka's gaze. The look in the girl's beautiful, red eyes was nothing short of primal lust, and it was clear...if Aiyaka released the busty girl's thighs, it would only be a few seconds before that lovely body would be pressed against her own, sharing a passion that seemed to burn brighter than the fire of the ignited house.