<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Once more, escape beckons; Alizome forces her pained, burning body up into Xarces' throat once more, using all her strength to try to lever something, anything out of Xarces' mouth to get purchase and drag the rest of her softened form out to the daylight. Amid the sounds and feels of Xarces' body warming up for another pleasurable rendezvous, she can feel the throat muscles squeeze around her once more. With a hiss of indrawn breath, she scrabbles for better purchase on the slick throat walls, willing herself to hold on, to keep getting out, but... once more, the man's throat is strong enough to overcome the courtesan's practiced maneuvers, and she finds herself pulled inexorably back down into the acidic bath. The burning starts immediately, as soon as she splashes down, and it's penetrating worryingly deep into her body. What was worse, she was upside down after that fall; her face pressed, submerged, against the bottom of Xarces' belly. She can feel him tighten around her, trying to squeeze her into docility, but she can't get herself turned around to haul herself back once more into the throat soon enough. As the motions of the pair of lovers thuds into her again and again, shaking the stomach and speeding her devourer's heart even more, she feels another twinge of worrying lassitude. Was this her fate, after all, to be digested by a friend? She'd... sworn not to be eaten by the mermaid, it wouldn't be appreciated, but Xarces? The two were friends, they'd helped each other, saved each other. Now he'd chosen, Alizome thinks, to make a meal of her and she was having trouble refuting him. Was it so bad to end feeding a friend? If it was Xarces or the shadow that would devour her one day, wouldn't it... be better? And so as the pounding on her body resumed, moans and platitudes of pleasure echoing over the gurgles of her own melting body, she started slowly once more turning around for a last attempt at escape.<br/><br/><br/>[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/228481">Escape Attempt</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+17</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">18</span> ...I'm getting a suspicious number of failed escape attempts here. I guess dicebot is really, really eager to have some fun with <a class="postlink" href="http://pastebin.com/20unJ5PV">My Backup Character</a>...  <img alt=":gulp:" src="./images/smilies/munch.gif" title="Eat!"/></div></div></div>