<span style="font-weight: bold">Eowyn</span><br/><br/>I don't hesitate to help the beautiful wilden woman out, sliding my hands down the girl's stomach, letting the wilden's lips bear their share of her weight... which begins her slide down the wilden's pulsing throat. With easy dexterity, I unsnap the girl's belt, and slip my hands inside. Her nethers are already slick – she's<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>excited about becoming<span style="font-style: italic">food</span>– and I tease them, toy with them, push my fingertips<span style="font-style: italic">into</span>them... and in so doing, only push her deeper down the wilden's throat, more exposed to the switch-predatrix's tongue...