((Okay...but you asked for it... *Om nom nom* x3  Also, don't worry about being a member of a different merc group. You're, at least for the moment, a 'close ally'...and I expect story elements will bring you into the merc group proper! In fact, I have a rather nice way of doing just that! <3 Of course, if you'd prefer being in the group 100%, I'll edit that little detail! Up to you!))<br/><br/>((Also, I'm super glad you brought up the time limit on spells, Ambrose! I'm not going to be a stickler for 'you have exactly THREE minutes to do this, any more, and it's over'...I encourage roleplay, and sometimes, that might take a smidge longer than the length of a spell might describe. I'm all for extending it to 'reasonable' lengths. Pretty much, don't overdo it and say a 3 minute spell lasts an hour, and I'm fine with it. ^_^ ))<br/><br/>Chrysanthemum's train of thought seems to be INSTANTLY interrupted the moment Asara's tongue slips from between her lips, the little 'curl' of the slender appendage in the air practically right before her eyes sending a little shiver throughout the clerics body. It's all too easy to see the new shade of red that had covered her cheeks, a vibrant blush appearing that causes her to pull up the edges of her robe a little further, seeking to hide that neon blush. The 'talented tongues' quip is actually enough to make the human cleric turn away in embarrassment, gazing off into the forest in the<span style="font-style: italic">opposite</span>direction to conceal her all-too-apparent blush "Oh my..."<br/><br/>Asara's attempts to slowly but surely break down Chrysanthemum's inhibitions reguarding...well, anything and everything related to both vore and sex, has been met with mixed, but mostly positive, success. Though at first, the beautiful girl's interest had only seemed mild at best, after watching the naga enjoy a few meals of her own (or, listening through the walls of an inn as she 'enjoyed her night'), her curiosity had seemingly been piqued. More and more, she seemed be to ever so slowly giving in, her curiosity getting the better of her. It was only a matter of time before whatever little 'wall' she'd built up inside of herself burst under the gentle but frequent coaxing of the naga's own lusty advances, and when that happened, Asara would likely be having the night of her life.<br/><br/>"Bring one b-back to try? Oh, I couldn't..." She murmurs, actually going so far as to pull up the hood of her robe to hide the glowing blush painting her cheeks "Even if they...ate someone." She finishes, clearly envisioning it in her mind. It...wouldn't be bad, right? Not if they'd already eaten someone?  Again, the cleric's inhibitions about living prey was something Asara had been working on, and it was also something she was making considerable progress on. In the past, the cleric had averted her eyes during the naga's more squirmy meals, but now, she watched almost enviously, even licking her lips from time to time, as if imagining what it must feel like, what it must TASTE like....<br/><br/>It would only take a gentle bit of coaxing, and the right moment, to ease the cleric into her first meal...and ease whoever had been chosen right down her throat.<br/><br/>****<br/><br/>Still holding her berry up before Alura's lips, Anastasia shakes her head "No...I didn't hear what they said. I don't think they saw us, though. We're too far away, and these big trees hide us REALLY well. When we get out into the open, though, well...we'll stick out like sore thumbs. Most of us will, anyway."<br/><br/>"Same." Naji says, holding the upper edge of her hood over her eyes to protect them, despite the majority of the light filtering in through the leaves overhead "Too far away to hear. Likely just shooting the breeze."