<blockquote class="uncited"><div>Brady: "Please what, sweetie?" Brady teased. "Is there something you want from me? Maybe this... or this..." In between words, her tongue flicked along the creamy flesh of Laebras's thighs; almost, but not quite, touching the puffy outer lips of the tiefling's vulva. </div></blockquote><br/>Laebras moaned, as Brady's teased her. Her hips squirmed, the space between them aching to be filled with Brady's long, dexterous, dangerous tongue.<br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Oh, I see what you need," Brady whispered. Slipping her hands under Laebras's thrusting hips, she guided the tiefling forward, easing that shapely rear off of the hard wooden seat as she slithered down into a better position for her next move. </div></blockquote><br/>“Yesss...” Laebras hissed, as the lizardgirl did so, her hands taking some of her own weight, helping Brady lift her and inch her forward both, as her knees bent and her calves folded back beneath her.<br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"You want more than just my tongue, is that it? Something hotter... wetter... tighter..." As she spoke, warm breath gusted across her companion's loins, teasing at what was to come. </div></blockquote><br/>“Ohhh...” Laebras moaned. Brady was going to give her her cock. That meant – if she'd understood correctly – that Sunete wouldn't be getting it tonight. It was a little mean, this thought, but –<span style="font-style: italic">mine, all mine</span>, Laebras thought greedily.<br/><br/>Besides, she thought she could dimly hear Sunete fucking Hershal, beyond the wall.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Gingerly, she began to lower the tiefling's hips into her waiting mouth, her jaws spreading wide to accept the awkward girth of taking a meal in such an unusual manner.</div></blockquote><br/>Then Brady's grin began to spread, wider and ever wider, pushing Laebras's thighs apart as they slid wetly and slickly down them.<span style="font-style: italic">She's not going to fuck me</span>Laebras realised.<span style="font-style: italic">She only ever wanted one thing.</span>Laebras moaned, plaintive, her desperate need clear in her wordless voice. The corners of Brady's lips touched Laebras's knees – and slipped over them. Brady's throat pushed them back together, as the chameleonwoman began to rise, pushing Laebras's supplication bent legs down her oesophagus. It welcomed them with long, rolling ripples of suction.<br/><br/>Laebras's hands, slicked with sweat, slipped and struggled to keep their grip on the unbalanced barrel. If she slipped, or if it fell, she'd drop down Brady's throat like a wriggling worm tossed to a baby bird. Lifting herself out of Brady's throat was quite impossible, and anyway she doubted she had the strength for it – her arms seemed suddenly weak. She doubted she could lift her own weight, let alone overcome the power of Brady's throat.<span style="font-style: italic">Sunete!</span>Laebras wanted to scream, though she was far from sure the cowgirl would save her – but it was moot, anyway. Brady's long tongue never left her netherlips, and all the protest she could make were weak moans and soft whimpers, and little yelping cries that weren't ambiguous enough to be anything but pleasure.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Teran: "You never know whom you might insult. Between your words and actions, you've convinced me as to your continued 'usefulness'."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>The naga's coils tightened, squeezing a little gasp out of Yunni. From the wideness of the half-elf-girl's eyes, she'd never<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>thought that anyone would eat her. “N- no, I-” she said, but Laebras could see her brain run out of words, for the first time unable to think of a lie that would spare her, and anyway even had she thought of some it would've done no good, for her body was equally out of breath. Laebras could see her slim chest struggling, and failing, to draw more between the naga's tightening coils.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">So we're just food after all,</span>Laebras thought. The deep, wet smacking sounds of flesh-on-flesh from beyond the door sounded enough like Sunete devouring Hershal that she believed it, and Kaitlyn... well, the helpless mage was clearly anyone's meat, now or later.<br/><br/>Her pussy flooded Brady's mouth, and it wasn't just because of Brady's tongue working within it.<br/><br/>There was a moment of rest, as Laebras savored the orgasm and Brady savored its taste, then the lizardgirl's tongue began to stir the tiefling's tight box once more.<br/><br/>“He's eating her,” Laebras breathed – even Brady could not stir her mindless again in seconds - “and I don't think you'll have anything to explain to Sunete... I can hear her eating Hershal right now, and any of you could eat Kaitlyn, even you...” Laebras murmured, her eyes locked with Brady's lust-filled, hungry ones. “After you're done eating me,” Laebras finished, gasping, her own words inciting her as much as Brady's tongue.<br/><br/>Laebras easily saw Kaitlyn sneaking away, and tipped the poor mage a swift wink. It hardly mattered that Asulf was letting her go and that Teran's and Brady's mouths were busy with meals of their own. Sunete's seemed a bottomless pit, and if she hadn't finished with Hershal yet – and it sounded like she hadn't – he'd be gone in a couple of gulps to make room for Kaitlyn. Certainly after how delicious Laebras's shilling had made the mage sound. She felt... slightly guilty over that. The oh-so-recent realisation that she was kinky for, well, vore, that Brady's throat was arousing her as much as her tongue threw her shilling of Kaitlyn and Yunni into sharp relief, that perhaps the one she'd wanted to get eaten wasn't either of them but rather... how could she complain that Kaitlyn'd eyed her hungrily from inside Brady's<span style="font-style: italic">mouth</span>and lusting to be deeper. How could she berate Kaitlyn's delight in the barmaidsnacks Laebras too had indulged in in moments of weakness, when the principle that she only ate the strong only existed because secretly some part of her<span style="font-style: italic">had wanted to be the one being eaten all along?</span>Not that she wouldn't devour the next enemy she defeated. Not that the next barmaid, too flirtatious for her own good, too willing to do anything with a gorgeous adventurer on the promise of a few shiny coins, too delicious-looking that some adventurer soon would certainly so it might as well be Laebras... not that that barmaid wouldn't become her snack, unless Brady saved that girl by digesting her now. Laebras imagined Brady in that bar, chatting to that barmaid in Laebras's place. Saved her<span style="font-style: italic">for later</span>, Laebras thought, licking her lips.<br/><br/>“Fuck,” Laebras said, unsynching her greatsword from her hips and sliding it from Brady's mouth, letting it clatter to the floor. Her belt followed, taking the rest of the sundry equipment it held with it. “Wouldn't taste good,” she murmured to Brady, as she frantically began to unlace the thick leather of her bustier. “I'll be better, and it was expensive. I'd rather you not ruin it and if-” Laebras stops. “If you digest-” she stops again, a tear leaking from her eye – but her hips are shaking on Brady's tongue, more quickly than even its length and talent with women would've implied, her gash gushing delicious marinating fluids throughout Brady's mouth. “And if I don't need it anymore,” Laebras finally choked out, “then you can probably sell it. Get enough for a good meal,” like a bullock. Or a barmaid. Laebras pauses. “<span style="font-style: italic">Another</span>good meal,” she amends.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Tushie: Sunete opens the door leading back to the room with her companions and heads inside. Immediately she noticed Brady seemingly rump suckling on Laebras. Tilting her head to the side she lets out a tiny giggle and whispers to herself. "She took my salt lick...such a meanie" </div></blockquote><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;">Also loving Sunete's new look, Tushie!</div></div></div><br/>“Oh,” Laebras said softly, as Sunete re-entered the room and part of her fantasy shattered. The cowgirl's belly was smaller than when she'd left, and despite its ferocity, Laebras doubted there'd been time for her to digest either Hershal or Kaitlyn that far, and certainly not both. Maybe Brady's devouring her was all a game, or at least unauthorised or otherwise out-of-line-”<br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Hey Brady..." Sunete yelps from across the room. "I'll give you five gold if you send that rump to your tummy!"</div></blockquote><br/>Nevermind. “Fuck...” Laebras said softly. She was the kind of meal someone had to be paid to eat? Her hand, almost of its own accord, slid up to caress Brady's cheek – and pinched the lizardgirl's nose. Instinctively, Brady<span style="font-style: italic">gulped</span>, and suddenly Laebras was up to her bare breasts in the lizardgirl's mouth.<br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>A sheepish grin curving on Sunete's facial features. Slowly her tail began to sway back and forth as she grew excited at the prospect of Brady nomming the delicious tiefling. </div></blockquote><br/>“This much is okay, right?” Laebras murmured, intimately face-to-face with Brady. “Sunete went further than anyone else, and she only went<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>far. I guess I'm the kind of rotten trash someone has to<span style="font-style: italic">pay</span>you to dispose of,” Laebras said, her hand sliding beneath Brady's lip and across her tongue, to take over where it'd been forced to leave off now that Laebras's flower was deep down Brady's throat. Beneath, Laebras could feel her heels digging up into the plump ass Brady'd so enjoyed, and below that, her knees pressing down into the weakly squirming, slightly acidic ball that was all that was all her stomach had left of Holka.<br/><br/>“I... don't know if this is a game or not,” Laebras said. “My brain thinks it is, but you felt what my pussy made of the chance that it wasn't. Are you really going to digest-” Laebras paused, pulling the top of Brady's head up and pressing her upper lip to Brady's, whilst her lower teased her own breasts in place of Brady's tongue. Whatever answer Brady's tongue would've given was lost down Laebras's throat. “Don't answer that,” the tiefling continued. “I don't want you to answer that. There's no lie I wouldn't forgive, if you let me out, after, and if you don't...” she sighed... “it doesn't matter anyway.” She presses her one free hand to Brady's upper lip – whilst the lower lapped somewhere in the middle of her back. “Just tell me if you want me to fake struggling or my way down, or fight for real.”<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;">Grapple check if Brady chooses 'for real' 1d20 (17) + 12 = 29. If she doesn't they'll be no resistance. <br/>PS: I'd really like to keep playing in this game, so my <span style="font-style: italic">preference</span> would be that Laebras survive her trip into Brady's belly (assuming she takes one), if possible, unless Kitts thinks maybe we can expedite the introduction of my other character. I... think I might be going through characters quite swiftly, though... *blush*</div></div></div>