internal tum and Digestiony stuff<br/><br/><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;">The bard's ears where filled with the sounds of a digestive symphony, that both he and the priestess' body where creating. Gurgles, glorps, and sickening splorches play out all around him. The sound of her roiling acids as they rise every higher, are sloshed and churned about, crashing from side to side. All of this plays out to the steady base line of her rapidly beating heart. Which only increases in speed the more he caresses. Above it all he makes out the sounds of the priestess voice, chanting, and yet moaning out in pleasured delight. (It's working!!!) his own heart skipping a beat as he realizes his efforts may not be in vain, that his gamble, was perhaps paying off.<br/><br/> The more time he stays within her,the more he presses his form, against the grinding press of the priestess stomach. Xarces had to admit this was all rather exciting. Encased in the priestess tender flesh, within a tum actively seeking his digestion, the sheer uncertainty of it all, the manner in which his visions where on the brink of coming true. He fighting on, fighting for his life, fighting against destiny itself perhaps! It was a rush like no other, and a genuine enjoyment would echo in his own moans as pain mixes with pleasure, the bard sharing in the enjoyment of his own digestion. <br/><br/>Xarces was in tune with her stomach once more, writhing and contorting his body right along with the grinding waves of powerful muscle. His body coated head to toe in the priestess' powerful digestive fuilds as they seer and burn at his flesh, reddening areas as the folds of her stomach work to grind the acids in. Seeking entry past his defenses, entry into his body where they may begin their work breaking him down proper. But despite the battering crush of bone breaking muscles, Xarces endures. His wing being caught up in a particularly violent contraction, would begin to twist, on the verge of snapping, Xarces moves in just the right manner to have it slide free. (This stomach...why I've never been so in touch with one in my life!) he marvels. Enjoying the shared familiarity the two seemed to innately have with one another, as it goes back and forth, with him getting into a pattern, besting her belly, only for it to suddenly lurch and inflict more pain then he has ever endured in a single life threatening moment....for him to narrowly escape and gain the upper hand once more. <br/><br/>Xarces did not know how much longer he could keep up this game up.. For when he feels the gentle touch of hands tracing his form, creating light indentations in the stomach lining. He both coos with delight, using their pressure to better rub and caress along her stomach walls. Yet at the same time he is aware of their capability, for an external tummy rub would throw in an extra element against him. In addition to actively helping to press acids into his flesh, soften, tenderize, and break him down, Xarces realizes that even the simplest of belly rubs by untrained hands, could be enough to prevent him moving in just the right way, at just the right time,  prevent him from escaping the vice-like grip of her enclosing stomach muscles.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>[[Xarces: massaging away<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/146979">Massage</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+8</span><span style="font-weight: bold">26</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/146980">Nonlethal</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d3+5</span><span style="font-weight: bold">7</span><br/><br/>((I've been keeping tabs on his health, he's still doing relatively fine :3 ))