<blockquote><div><cite>sansuki wrote:</cite>After getting away from the camp, Cyra felt her mind clear. She'd never been particularly comfortable with the random, chaotic orgies that sprung up frequently in a village of any size, even if they were the easiest way to get a meal if you just kept your head straight. Something seemed almost... vulgar about the entire business. Getting out on her own and hunting, that was the way she preferred. After all, for a kari, eating was even closer to sex than for most people, so a successful hunt took most of the edge away that other girls had to blunt in bed. Fortunately, with how quick monsters bred around here, even close to the village there was usually ample food within an hour's walk, and this time was no exception. Cyra took the scene in, smiling slightly. "You know, fairies," she says as she starts wading into the water- there wasn't any problem <span style="font-style: italic">there</span> for her until she got fairly deep- "You should probably just fly away rather than stick around. I know your friends are in this pretty little frimbo, but it is not like you are going to be able to get them out. Hello. My name is Cyra, and you must be new around here..."</div></blockquote><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Fran</span><br/><br/>Even as Cyra closes into the water, the fairies dart towards her... and the frimbo's tongue lashes out once more, catching one of them and yanking her into its maw. There's an audiable gulp and a tiny bulge slides down the frogwoman's throat... but her tongue doesn't delay, and a second fairy is caught almost in front of Cyra's eyes. She's a cute little redheaded thing, and she's holding hands with a sister-lover of similar appearance... who screams, as her girlfriend is wrenched from her grip into the frimbo's mouth.<br/><br/>"Fran," the frimbo introduces herself. "It's<span style="font-style: italic">lovely</span>here. Everyone's so polite, and there's so many sweet little tasties," she smiles, and the fairy can be seen, tossed and toyed with by her tongue as she speaks. "I was going to eat them all, but I guess it doesn't matter. I'm full enough," she pats her jiggling, wriggling belly. "Almost," she smiles and waves at the fairy buzzing and piping futilely<span style="font-style: italic">just</span>out of range. "You're welcome to join her," the frimbo offers, opening her gaping mouth wide, revealing the fairy withing struggling and clawing at the slick surface... but quite unable to make progress with her gossamer wings soaked with sticky, shrinking saliva. "Yes, join me," the frimbo smiles at Cyra. "The water's lovely."