Chapter 2 Page 7 - Emily belly is being rubbed Mati and two lamias chapter 18 by The Reaper

Mati leans closer to Emily belly and he begins to rub it. Emily hisses with happiness. "Do you like it, Emily?" Mati asked.

Emily is very happy, she is leaning her head back on the chair, she is blushing and her blue tail is wagging on the floor. "Yes... Daddy Mati... it feels so good," she whispered.

Emilia is watching the scene with maternal pride, she is smiling and leaning her head against the wall. "She's always been a glutton for your attention, Mati. And for my cooking."

Mati continued the slow, circular motions, his palm feeling the immense heat radiating from Emily's overstretched skin. He could feel the rhythmic thumping of her heart and the slow, heavy churning of her digestion working overtime to process the mountain of food. It was a strange sensation, feeling the raw power of a predator's metabolism slowed down to a sluggish, sleepy crawl. He smiled, noticing how the young lamia's pupils had dilated, her gaze becoming hazy as she drifted closer and closer to a food-induced slumber.

"Just relax, Emily. Let the 'magic' happen," he murmured, his voice dropping to a soothing tone. He shifted his hand slightly, pressing a bit firmer into the side of the bulge, which elicited a loud, wet *squelch* from inside her gut. The sound was immense, echoing in the quiet kitchen, and it made Emily let out a long, shaky moan of relief. Mati chuckled, feeling a sense of peace wash over him. He wasn't just the guy who fixed her computer or the tenant in the attic anymore; he was becoming a part of their rhythm, a grounding presence in their otherwise oversized world.