Amane rolled her eyes at Kiriko’s comment about Seina missing the party, like that mattered to her. She was having her own party and it involved keeping her hubby security tucked away inside her for the duration of the night. She didn’t care if a few people missed Seina, all that mattered in life was her own satisfaction. She was about to tell her co-wife to shove it, when some else entered the room. Both girls blinked as a friendly looking woman, with tanned skin and blond hair walked into the room and started to look it over. Without another word, she pulled out a cleaning cloth and started to wipe down the room.
“ Such filthy quarters, HQ should really send someone here more often to clean it up,” Mitoto Kuramitsu said thoughtfully as she attempted to get a stain out of the rug.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!” Kiriko screamed in a very unlike her way. Normally the coolest and most collect of the wives, seeing her husband in the stomach of her co-wife had not put her in the best of moods.
“Cleaning, silly,” she said with out taking her eyes off the floor for other blots.
“I think what Kiriko is asking is why aren’t you with the rest of the party?” Amane was calmer then Kiriko, having a nice husband snack had made her feel more relaxed then she normally was.
“Oh,” Mitoto said with a frown. “I got bored and thought that cleaning something would take my mind of my boredom. By the way, have you seen the birthday boy?” Mitoto had taken no notice of the oversized blob sticking out of Amane’s stomach like she was pregnant with quadruplets.
“I’m right here Mitoto,” The muffled voice of Seina cried from beneath layers of skin inside Amane’s stomach.
“Hello Seina, I see Amane has final eaten you. that’s just great.” Mitoto walked to Amane and patted her stomach lightly. It jiggled when touched and Amane giggled snappily.
“Cut it out it tickles,” Amane said before pushing the hands away from her stomach.
“Sorry about that, but I wanted to see if I could feel his hair inside your stomach. He has such lovely hair,” Mitoto commented offhand, blushing for some unconceivable reason related to the touching of Seina’s short locks.
“You should try tasting his hair, it kinda reminded me of Uterian sand oysters.” Amane had loved tasting all of Seina, from his toes to his face, from his arms to his penis; her lover had a yummy taste all over.
“Oh my, maybe could suck on your husband a little.” Every gapped at Mitoto’s comment with shock, the sexual undertones of what she was saying made everyone feel differently. The wives felt jealousy and Seina just muttered, “not another one.”
“NO ONE”S SUCKING ON SEINA!” Kiriko screamed after being ignored for so long. She huffed and puffed and glared daggers at Amane, while Amane smiled back toothily.
“Girls, girls, please.” Mitoto said calmingly to everyone present. Her hands were out in a soothing manner as she tried to be a moderator between these feuding co-wives.
“If you’ll listen, I may have a solution to your problem.” Now with the attention of both girls and the boy inside one of them, Mitoto explained her solution.
“My daughter told me about how sometimes people get upset when a loved one gets swallowed. This anger is mostly out of misunderstanding, so my daughter usually eats the anger loved one as well, so they can experience being eaten and be with the already eaten loved one. My little angel might not be the brightest, but when it comes to eating, she’s a genius.” The idea sank in and it was Kiriko that responded first.
“YOU WANT ME TO GO INTO THAT?” She pointed at Amane’s sagging belly with horror.
“What’s the problem earthling, afraid I’ll bite.” Amane shoot back with a laugh.