Delia's eyes flutter slightly as the flavor of the red-headed woman floods her tongue, the slightly salty taste of the ocean spray that continually lapped at the ship mixing with her own unique, delectable flavor. It wasn't just the physical taste, though, that was invigorating...it was the arcane power that filled her body, the taste of her very being brimming with magical energy. As delicious as the farm-boy had tasted, this was an entirely new type of taste, and Delia never would be able to decide which of the two she liked more. Not that it truly mattered - each might very well find their way into her belly, given time. Groaning hotly against the mage's face, Delia uses the box of rations behind her as a scoop, forcing the girl's head back against it and in the same motion, forcing her own lips forwards, encompassing her--<br/><br/>-- The sudden jolt of pain almost makes Delia recoil, a soft hiss escaping her lips as the sensation of sharp metal, followed by an electric shock, surges through her body, making her convulse and twitch. All at once, the 'grinding' of her body halts, her tail involuntarily tightening around the woman's wrist. A sword?! She'd actually STABBED HER?!  Just when she felt the woman's will to resist slowly starting to vanish, felt her desires starting to play with the voice of survival that grew ever-weaker in her head. A part of her was actually stunned - she'd stabbed her. Resisted the lure, resisted the..<br/><br/>...Graah! How weak she'd become! It mattered little. She just had to get the sword!<br/><br/>...Or did she? In a surprise move from her newfound catboy companion, Xarius - while she had a good hold on the mage woman - hopped over and rather succinctly jerked the blade out of her hand, disarming her of the only big weapon she had. For a brief second, Delia affixes the neko with something that bordered on a look of 'thanks', her expression softening from a pained grimace to something that ALMOST resembled a smile. There is also a moment, however brief, that Delia clearly shifted her gaze a little more downwards ,towards the erection she could practically FEEL straining against his armor and ratty clothing. Oh...so he liked...something of what he saw. Hrmm...<br/><br/>Did the thought of her devouring the mage girl excite him? Knowing her last couple of days on this world would go to padding out the already luscious curvature of his newfound succubi companion? Or, perhaps, it was something a little bit more. Maybe he was picturing himself in such a predicament. Picturing it was he slowly passing between her lips. His chest that would be tasted and probed by her tongue. His body that'd be squeezing into the hot, tight embrace of her belly, feel it's gentle but consistent ripples as it worked across him, slowly but surely turning him into food for her...<br/><br/>Mm..something she'd have to test later.<br/><br/>After she'd dealt with this girl.<br/><br/>With her food's weapon disarmed, Delia turns back to her, her eyes burning - no longer the gentle, sensual glitter of one promising a good time ,but anger, raw and simple. The succubus' once-far-more-gentle grip suddenly turns painfully firm, her tail tightening even further around the mage's wrist, and her somewhat gentle grip upon her other wrist turning into a tight claw that threatened to bruise her, if not worse "Grr...that...was a mistake, you bitch!  I was going to be gentle...I was going to make you LIKE it..." With a soft growl, Delia twists the girl's wrist painfully, her eyes glowing a bright, firey red "...Now, we do it the less pleasant way." Delia's soft, pretty lips curl upwards into a smile, her eyes gazing deeply into the mage's own "...Well, less pleasant for you, anyway."<br/><br/>Once more, Delia presses herself up against the mage, forcing her against the boxes behind her - but this time, with none of the gentleness and sensuality she'd exhibited moments before. Her wings retract, pulling back the soft, tough 'cocoon' that had so enveloped her, and leaving her fate much more visible to those who cared to glance over and see. Reaching up with her free hand, Delia grabs a handful of the mage's hair, and - tilting her head down forcefully - opens her jaws, pushing the magegirl's face down onto her tongue with a soft, wet 'squish'. Again, a soft, approving groan of delight wells up in the succubus' throat, filling her food's ears...but this time, it is far more brief, and with a rough shove to the back of her head, Delia forces the mage's face right along her tongue, the top of her head pressing into the hot, slick embrace of her throat.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> *Gluk!* </span><br/><br/>A single, powerful swallow is all it takes for the redhead's entire head to push right into the constrictive confines of the succubus' throat, the bulge of her head clearly visible in the soft, well-stretched skin of the infernal woman's throat. Her mouth was tight, but her throat...it felt like a velvet vice, like a glove made-to-fit, stretched so firmly around the mage's head to the point she could hardly turn her head, much less actually pull it back. Wasting no time, Delia forces her jaws downwards, a slippery-sounding 'Slrrrrp' escaping her lips as she slides them along the mage girl's neck, and starts to iris them open around her shoulders.<br/><br/>Reaching upwards, Delia roughly jerks the chain and pendant Mona had wanted free, casually tucking it into the tattered waistband of her clothing as if having a mouth full of squirming mage was the most common thing in the world. Then, the same arm slips around her food's waist to hold her steady, and with another downwards lunge of her head, she forces the mage's shoulders completely between her jaws, her soft, pretty lips sliding slowly downwards along the just barely exposed tops of the mage's breasts. Unable to help herself, Delia allows her tongue to lightly play across the soft, succulent flesh, lightly dimpling the squishy orbs and spreading more of the woman's delightful taste along her tongue, making her shudder in delight.<br/><br/>Within the succubus' throat, the possibly-doomed woman's senses are filled with sensations likely as-before unexperienced. The excited beating of the infernal woman's heart, thundering in her ears, only broken by the slick, slippery sound of the incredibly tight throat muscles rippling across her saliva-soaked flesh with a 'schlorp' or a 'slrrrch', the heavily-muffled sounds of the succubus' delight, or - perhaps most fightening - the loud, eager rumble of a long-empty stomach just below her, already excitedly gearing up to digest it's latest guest alive. The slippery, saliva-coated flesh that rippled against her, tugging her inwards bit by bit, forcing her deeper and deeper towards the awaiting stomach below...<br/><br/><br/>As her lips begin to creep over her dinner's leather top, Delia's expression of bliss lightens slightly. Armor - blegh. Not exactly the most appetizing thing to eat, and it covered up so much of the more delicious flavor, the sensation of that soft skin caressing her tongue as it passed deeper and deeper into her body...<br/><br/>...But it was a problem easily remedied.<br/><br/>The arm around the mage's back slips back around to her front, and with a single hand, deftly undoes the cuffs of her belt, slipping it out with a quick jerk and casually discarding it to the side. Her pants start to follow suit every bit as quickly, Delia's hand delving into the waistline and tugging it downwards with a few quick jerks, revealing the soft, peachy flesh of her meal's backside and the upper portions of her thighs, the former of which Delia quickly and firmly gropes with the exact same hand that had started to disrobe her. A quick squeeze, followed by a little slap, just to add a little more insult, and her hand once more delves back down to the girl's pants, pulling them downwards as her lips start to crest the bottom of her breasts, sinking towards her belly...<br/><br/><br/><br/>((<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/417988">Slurrrrrrrrrp....!!!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+18</span><span style="font-weight: bold">34</span>Delia grapples the mage and starts to swallow her! ))