The smothering flesh lifts as its belly expands, sucking in a cooling breeze. She stirs to the windy caress as it stings her exposed skin. This rousing was deliberate. It's ready for another session.
Those warm poisons have kept her sensitive, making its touch electric. The little things that had slopped from the stomach walls have settled on her body. They knead and suckle, working her wanting flesh to bleeding surges. The orgasm echoes from all over, losing its origin as the pleasure washes through. It makes her sweat red, the caked slime soaking it in until its a juicy purple.
In time the surges fade and those little things and poisons instead soothe then lull. Body again glazed in her own blood-cum, she feels the organ walls press against her, absorbing her just excreted essence.
Consciousness and will returning to darkness, she wonders how long before she's drained.