<span style="font-weight: bold">Jules/Trusk/Possessed-drow-male</span><br/><br/>It doesn't take long for Jules to spot Trusk - she's peeled off the defeated possessed-drow's armour, and his head-and-torso are halfway down her throat. His cock dangles limply from her lips, his body too far gone to enjoy even the attentions of the pretty squire making a meal of him. As Jules catches her attention, she turns and stands, the powerful muscles in her legs and thighs shifting as she takes both her weight and his. Tilting her head back, her eyes gleam and flirt as she gulps down his legs with a series of swift, powerful swallowed.<br/><br/>She squats - her belly leaves her quite unable to bend, even as it pulses and pushes, pressing the drow into the tightest possible ball for digestion - and gathers up his equipment, not that there much of it of any quality - a set of plate armour, a longsword, and a heavy shield bearing the device of Lolth, defaced with demonic sigils.<br/><br/>"Urp," she burps cheerfully, as she approaches Jules, and it smells of drow and acid, a scent not dissimilar to the one he just escaped in Eurikova's tum. "I saved his equipment," she smiles. "He was<span style="font-style: italic">tasty</span>..."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Tag: Bright</span>