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Quartet of flailing limbs froze the moment Wylla's warm mouth glommed onto his foot, misidentifying it as being a source for sustenence. The massaging motions put him in a state of catatonic repose -- his breathing slowed and he began to doze off as Wylla gummed his phalanges, tugging and pulling and getting pretty intimate with his cuticles. 

His tongue blepped between his lips, a prolonged hhhhhhhhhnnngggggggg noise emerging from somewhere within him. Thankfully, unlike Lusca's suckle-stalks, Ly's feet were rather insensitive and didn't register any discomfort from being mercilessly manhandled by Wylla's gluttonous chops.