[OOC: Anyone who wants a smokescreen can be assumed to have one, unless alternate reference has already been made]<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Tender (for Linda)</span><br/><br/>Minor sexy stuff:<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;">“So you want more of me, do you?” the surviving Tender smirks, as her twin struggles and wriggles futilely in Linda’s gut. “Listen, you gluttonous snake-in-the grass,” she half-snarls, as she settles back onto her magnificent ass, legs spread, revealing the puffy center between, gleaming with its wetness. Its petals seem to pulse, and for a moment it winks invitation at you. “You’re not getting <span style="font-style: italic">anything</span> you don’t fuck out of me,” she finishes.</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Oblatione and Oblatwo (for Xarces)</span><br/><br/>Sexy stuff<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;">“Forked-tongued devil,” Oblatione moans, as it works deep inside her… very aware that soon, she’ll be sliding over it and into a yet tighter and wetter space… she paws half-frantic at his head, as he pleasures her so, so excessively, pulling and pushing at him. Closer, deeper, as if she can pull herself within him. “My legs,” Oblatione moans, “put my legs in your mouth. I want to be sliding down your throat whilst you’re making me cum.”<br/><br/>Oblatwo barely acknowledges her twin, the other girl already well on her way to becoming food. Xarces’s cock occupies her full attention. She’d never have <span style="font-style: italic">dared</span> to actually <span style="font-style: italic">open his pants</span> herself… but now that he’d done that… and his cock was all bare, and exposed… the poor thing looked cold, she thought, even though the heat was stifling, it was far, far less than that which burned between her thighs. <br/><br/>“Go ahead my dear,” he invited, and, well, it would’ve been <span style="font-style: italic">rude</span> to refuse…<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Oblatwo first-person</span> I didn’t really know… how to begin, or anything. So I slid up next to Xarces’s cock, and placed a kiss, just an ordinary kiss, on its head. It… <span style="font-style: italic">twitched</span>. Gently, I kissed it again, lasting a little longer this time, my lips just very slightly parted around its tip. Something a little salty smeared them, and, quite by instinct, my tongue pushed forward to tasted and lick it away...</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Gift (for Alizome)</span><br/><br/>Alizome’s throat, finally, begins to tug at my fingertips, and I let it draw my arms down behind her breasts. I can feel her heartbeat, and the intimacy of it thrills me. Her throat is unbelievably tight. Virgin, I think softly. A virgin throat, save for one drug-assisted blackscale that barely counted. Her throat’s inexperienced pulsing provided the direction, whilst my squirming drove me on and down deeper inside of her. My head slipped within, and I kissed my way down the inside of her neck, as I would’ve the outside if she’d wanted to play. But, no, I was just a meal, and lucky enough to be (almost) a first meal, and that was more than I deserved. Yet, as my bare and slim tum began to slide across her lips, I wondered if I dared hope for the touch of her tongue against my nethers, if she’d be able to tell through her hunger that<span style="font-style: italic">my</span>netherlips were moist and drooling too...