It had been some time since Delia could remember sleeping that well. Her tenure in the prisons of the paladins was hardly comfortable, and she'd only completed it to get bustled off to get chained up in a ship setting sail for a short life of misery working in some sort of silver mine. Needless to say, the effects of having something...filling in her stomach, and a soft - albeit cramped - bed beneath her for a night was a rejuvenating experience. It didn't hurt that her pre-sleep playtime was quite the experience, either.<br/><br/>It's not until Aron starts to stir that Delia's own dreaming draws to a close, her ruby eyes opening to mere slits as the drow slides out of bed "Mmm? Mmm." She murmurs simply, watching with muted interest as the dark-skinned elf gets dressed and readies himself for the day ahead. His stomach was noticeably smaller, and despite the sleep still fogging her senses, Delia found herself smirking faintly, that smirk only growing wider when Aron thanks her for the 'wonderful night' "Most welcome." Her concern with waking up minus a slit throat was far less - it only made sense. They'd given the captives aboard the ship an ultimatum, and they'd pretty well kept to themselves out of fear or respect. After all, they'd dealt with the ARMED guards....what luck did a handful of sailor have against them?<br/><br/>While Aron steps outside, Delia takes a bit more time lounging in bed, stretching herself out on it now that it was less crowded. The bed might not have smelled the most pleasant, but uuuuuugh...this, THIS is what she'd missed! Something soft and comfortable beneath her, her stomach pleasantly full, and at least for the moment, not a care in the world. Oh, there was still the prospect of what they were going to DO once they reached land, if they'd remain together or split up, and even what the future held...but that was all worries for later, and not something to trouble her at-ease mind with right now.<br/><br/>Lifting a hand and rubbing at once eye, Delia blinks a couple of times to regain her bearings. Sleep was...new. Even with her memory less than credible, she could distinctly remember sleep being something of a...passing pleasure, not a necessity. Weeks upon weeks had passed without so much as a nap, and she felt none the worse for wear for it. Now? She had to have it. It wasn't bad, per-se, but it left a sense of vulnerability she did not particularly like. Still, the pleasure of waking up after a long night's rest outweighed that slight, at least for the moment.<br/><br/>Rolling over onto her side, Delia's long ears perk briefly at the loud *SLOSH* that emanated from her stomach, prompting a delighted little grin. THAT was the best part of their escape. The slop she'd been fed up until this point was a horrible substitute for ACTUAL food, and of course, normal cooked far paled in comparison to the utter pleasure of something more squirming and living in her stomach. The long weeks of famish were finally over - she might not have absorbed the mage's soul yet, and there was still the potential that she COULDN'T absorb it...but even now, she could feel the arcane energy the woman had once possessed filling her body, a more than ample alternative to the woman's mortal soul. Better yet, she could still feel the woman's life force - barely - inside of her, making her heart speed up slightly in her chest. Lifting a hand, she lightly pressed it against her stomach, noticeably more round than it had been the previous night, and gave an experimental little push. Her hand sunk in just slightly, just enough to hide her fingers beneath the soft, warm flesh of her tummy if viewed from an angle, the sudden pressure enough to draw a pained moan from the still-digesting sorceress within.<br/><br/>That groan sent a shiver of devious delight coursing up her spine, making her tail flick in pleasure "Mmm...still alive, are we...?" She whispers softly, her voice just barely audible to the mage within over the soft, happy churns and sloshes of her stomach "....Good. Was worried I was going to miss out on my opportunity to ask you, again, about my...circumstances." Finally throwing the covers off of herself and sitting up, Delia yawns and stretches pleasantly, her wings stretching out just enough behind her to work out the kinks in their muscles "Mmmmm! Nothing like a good night's rest with a full stomach. Oh, I guess you only got to experience the 'full stomach' part, didn't you, love?" Placing both hands upon her stomach, Delia lightly massages it, moaning gently as she felt little bits of the mage fall apart, softening up just a little more under the gentle ministrations of her own fingers "...So...since you didn't care to take my first offer, I'll make you another. You are going to digest. Period. How, though...is going to be up to you."<br/><br/>Covering her mouth to muffle a little burp, Delia smacks her lips happily, the taste of digesting human light upon her tongue "Mm. You have two options. One, you tell me everything you know. In exchange, I'll let you digest normally. I may even pay less attention to digesting your soul as well - if it happens, it happens. If not, you get the afterlife you likely crave." Giving her stomach another little rub, Delia lets her words sink in for a few moments before continuing "Two! You DON'T tell me, and I am going to let your digestion linger. All day. I will digest you as slowly as I am able, and I will make every single effort to ensure that delicious soul of yours ends up fueling my magic, instead of finding that 'end' so many mortals seek." Despite the vicious ultimatum, Delia's voice never changes, her tone never shifting from her normal cute, casual intonation "Think about it! You've either got a very long, or short day ahead of you. No sense in rushing."<br/><br/><br/><br/>((So, I'm not sure if there's even a roll needed here, but...<br/><br/>Diplomacy -<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/518961">Succubus ultimatum!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+15</span><span style="font-weight: bold">35</span><br/><br/>Rolled a natural 20, for a 35.<br/><br/>In the event it's intimidation, it's still a 20, for a 25! I can see this both as a 'diplomatic' thing, but also as pure intimidation....so, figured it's DM's call. x3 ))