Seeing that Miku and Avianna were otherwise amused, and that even the human was getting healed, Eurikova allows herself to slump against a wall a hundred or so 'paces' down the way towards their destination. Wiping some sweat off her brow- curious that it hadn't shown up when she was slithering over bare lava- she curls her tail underneath her, effortlessly folding Phylia into a new pretzel-like shape. She hunches down, wrapping around herself and keeping her flushed upper body out of easy view, and starts gently kneading her own tail where it bulges out. She doesn't let the whimpering moan out as it builds in the back of her throat, of course- that would be rude- but the feeling of the amorphous guide still moving around inside her was potent enough to draw a few little gasps after she stops moving. Trying to keep her eyes on the path instead of shutting them and letting herself sink into the pleasure, one hand drifts down to her hips and starts to absently rub herself to try to let some of the pressure off- and right about that time, her slime passenger starts getting a little more aggressive with what she's pushing and where.<br/><br/>There's a sudden gust of cool air as the naga inhales sharply, hands going over the sudden bulge in her tail up near her waist and eyes crossing a little, but inside the tail that's soon paired with a fresh flush of heat. Coiling in tighter on herself, she grits her teeth, letting out just a slight whine muffled by her own flesh as she pushes her head into the bulge. Her stomach reacts more aggressively as Eurikova loses a bit more control- though still not as much as a full digestion attempt, each fresh poke and knead at the stomach walls prompts more of the naga's thick acids to ooze out and mingle with the slime's own form, and the muscular contractions of her tail get strong enough that a person would be seriously worried about bones starting to give under the force. Of course, that her tail is reacting forcefully to being perturbed at exactly the most tender points doesn't make Eurikova's attempts to keep her instincts and emotions under control any easier, and coiling into a tighter ball she bites her tongue to keep quiet even as her body starts to warm and treat the slime as though it were just a particularly feisty piece of food.