Digestiony things<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;">Motionless, and curled tight within the belly of the priestess, Xarces offers no resistance to the grinding churn of wet muscle, the steady slosh of burning acid. The searing pain ever present would begin to dull as the acids work their magic upon the nerves of the bard. (I never imagined it would be like this.....so painful..so visceral....and yet so pleasurable....so intimate, for truly there is no closer bond then that of digestion....forever becoming one.....) his mind continues to wander on the topic of his digestion, as he seemed fascinated by the process in which his body was steadily being broken down by. (To think.....my body will be used to power.....such a beautiful and powerful being...ah, if only I knew the name....) His thoughts suddenly distracted by a loud *GLORP* a considerable portion of meat separates from his body, accompanied by an acidic bubble of thick frothy soup, splattering before his face. Loud gurgles soon following as the stomach shifts around him, dispersing his melting flesh between eager folds as Xarces lets out a soft, groan. He beginning to realize something, for the crushing blow he had expected did not come....instead it seemed her digestive process had slown...could she be savoring the fullness of her lifeless meal? (It's....gotten much calmer in here then I imagined....and....I feel weak....much weaker then I ever thought possible....and not just physically...) he realizes, as aside from the obvious weakness of his body being beaten, mashed, seared by acids, and broken down....it was more then that. Almost as if (My energy.....my....very soul.....why it seems to be ever so slowly....melting away.....) His heart leaps with slight uneasiness, uncertain as to what this could mean. (Oh priestess....please tell me you aim to absorb my energies....to consume my very soul....) to entertain a notion other then this <span style="font-style: italic">happy ending</span>, other then having this lizardess claim him entirely was something he simply would not do. (Could she truly aim to digest me, body and soul?) he wonders as the thought occurs to him, how right it would be where she to take the divine power that flows through his veins as her own. (I've already stated...everything that I am, I give to you priestess...and I shall not go back on those words...) he thinks, mustering his strength to flop to the side, nestling in deeper....closer to the ever present beat of the priestess heart.<br/><br/>To the battle outside the bard pays little mind, unable to offer any aid, he is completely, engrossed in the new fleshy world he finds himself in, the body of the priestess.</div></div></div>