<span style="font-weight: bold">Sasara</span><br/><br/><br/>A low, hot moan escapes my lips, as Cyria rubs her soft, fuzzy legs across my belly, only pushing the tingling mass of Ambril deeper into my tail.<span style="font-weight: bold">”Urp,”</span>I belch, not<span style="font-style: italic">entirely</span>unhappily, and gently rub my tail across the spidergirl’s own lizard-filled tum, squeezing the mass within companionably. It’s not really squishy - yet.<br/><br/><br/>“I’d like that very much,” I murmur, slithering up besides her and Johan. “We’ll<span style="font-style: italic">both</span>be joining you,” I pat my belly, “although I think only I’ll be there in the morning.” Tenderly, I smatter a line of kisses across Cyria’s cute belly, revelling in the wriggles of the lizardess within.