As the walls of Eurikova’s stomach quake and convulse around her, Phylia can’t help but feel more than a little satisfied knowing that she had managed to give her new friend such a pleasurable experience.  That satisfaction only lasts for a few moments before it is washed away by her own orgasm, brought on in turn by those same spasms of pleasure.<br/><br/>As her form eventually settles down, Phylia can tell from the greatly increased volume of acids now circulating around and partially through her that Eurikova was becoming less and less capable of regulating her digestion, something that was almost entirely Phylia’s fault for causing.  Although she could tolerate more than a small amount of acid, this was rapidly approaching the point where it would become dangerous even for her.<br/><br/>Pushing and prodding at the entrance to Eurikova’s stomach, Phylia isn’t sure if she’s going to have to force the issue or not, given the state that the naga was in.  “Well, looks like I finally got through to you.  Care to let me out now, though?”