<span style="font-weight: bold"> Everyone </span><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;">Technically, the prior action constitutes the first portion of the surprise round. As such, many of the NPCs (Especially given they've been given a somewhat heavy dose of poison, courtesy of Travian), won't be reacting very quickly. Note that all of this is going down almost simultaneously - within just a few seconds of each other.</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Sheva, Millan, Altrayie</span><br/><br/>Sexual Content<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;">This was exactly what Millan wanted ,what he'd been waiting for so desperately. Altrayie's warning that 'this was against the rules' hardly even seemed to register in his lust-fogged mind anymore. To hell with the rules . They outnumbered the prisoners, and were armed. If nothing else, it would be just one last little bit of fun before the unfortunate captives met their end sliding down the gullet of that huge creature...<br/><br/>"Mmm..." A soft, needy moan wells up in the hyena's throat as he fully takes position behind Sheva, the warmth of his breath lightly tickling the bare skin of her shoulders as he leans over her body. Sheva could feel him practically trembling with desire, with the need for release that only her body could give.<br/><br/>A soft gasp escapes his lips when Sheva not only seems to accept his needy advances, but even pushes her perfect little rump back up against him, further teasing the rock-hard cock nestled against her ass and pussy "Mmph...yessss..." He whispers hotly, gripping her hips firmly...and slowly begins to ease his hips forwards, the thick, throbbing head of his cocks slowly starting to nestle it's way between her soft little pussy lips "...I need you so badly..."<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Sheva wrote:</cite> Standing up and turning around suddenly Sheva smiled deviously at Millan. Reaching down she quickly grasped both of his hands in hers and circled them around to his backside, pinning them against his lower back. "Forgive me...Had the circumstances been different you would have been a wonderful lover, unfortunately I am a prisoner and you are with those that imprisoned me" The curve on her lips shifted to something a little more devilish as she ran her tongue across them. "And you look incredibly delicious..." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Sheva's sudden shift in both posture and demeanor take the lusty hyena-boy entirely by surprise, her words barely even seeming to register through his pleasure and lust-riddled mind...</div></div></div><br/><br/>...At least, until he heard the hungry, eager growl of a belly that had been entirely empty for a half week. The sound was a wakeup call, turning the look of unbridled lust on his face into one of slight shock and surprise. That look of surprise only grows more prominent when the sexy Mithran not only manages to grab his hands, but begins to force them behind his back.<br/><br/>"Wh-what are you doing..?" He says unsuredly, a slight grunt of exhertion escaping his lips as he tries to squirm out of her grip - only finding himself unable to "I...I thought..." He begins again, Sheva's full intention not really seeming to quite click in his mind...<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;">Millan grapple 1 - 1d20(14) + 7 = 21. Close, but no cigar!</div></div></div><br/>In fact, when Sheva presses her lips right up against his own, his tensed body begins to relax the slightest bit - maybe she just didn't want to go the whole way? Maybe she'd prefer to give him a little more oral stimulation instead an- wait. Did she call him 'Delicious?'.<br/><br/>It all clicked, though just slightly too late. The hungry growl of her belly, her comment on just how delicious he looked...the locking of his arms behind his back. The look oflust in his eyes vanishes entirely, replaced by one of utter shock - and just a slight amount of fear.<br/><br/>"WHAT?! WAIT!! ALTRAYI-Mmmph!!" Millan barely has time to speak, let alone react, before Sheva's jaws open wide, her lips sliding over his muzzle effortlessly - and at least temporarily silencing his protests. With a 'MMPH!!!' of exhertion, he jerks his head backwards, trying to free his muzzle from the soft, wet prison of Sheva's mouth. However, even for a partially starved catgirl, she retained her former strength - and most importantly, she'd managed to immobilize his hands. Again, he strains against her grip, trying to force her hands off of his wrist, but she holds him easily - far too easily for comfort.<br/><br/>One more backwards jerk of his head fails to produce results, and before he has an attempt at another, Sheva's jaws work upwards over his muzzle, and start to easily stretch over his head. Just how bad the situation was suddenly seems to dawn on him, and for the first time, Sheva notes a look of utter fear in his eyes...just before her lips decend fully over his head, locking him fully in the warm, wet confines of the starving mithran's mouth.<br/><br/>Especially for a half-starved feline, the taste of Millan's fur is nothing short of mouth-watering. He tasted incredibly clean, the deep, earthy flavor of his fur and the slightly sweet, tangy taste of the flesh beneath mingling heavily upon her tastebuds. Every little flicker of her tongue across his muzzle or cheeks causes another explosion of his mouth-watering flavor to shower her tastebuds, and the frantic jerking of his head inside of her mouth only ensures she is constantly able to enjoy that flavor as his muzzle grinds against her tongue again and again.<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;">Millan Grapple 2 - 1d20(13) + 7 = 20. Uh-oh...</div></div></div><br/><br/>No way she was going to go through with it. By the gods, no way she was going to. The phrase repeated in Millan's head a thousand times in that split second, assuring himself that she could go no further...that his allies would save him...<br/><br/>That tiny bit of hope shatters when he feels Sheva jerk him forwards fully against her body, and swallow a single time - forcing his entire head into her throat. His head makes a nice bulge in her throat, every little squirm and jerk of his head as he tries to fight free clearly visible on the front of the mithran's neck. The soft, rippling flesh of her throat reminded him of just a few moments before, when he'd enjoyed that same sensation on his still-hard shaft - never had he expected his entire body might be experiencing that same feeling in just a few short moments.<br/><br/>What truely terrified him was the sounds, though. The excited, rapid beating of her heart, the mixture of exhertion and exhilaration at getting a meal. The slight, wet sounds of her throat squeezing around him, tugging at him, pulling him ever downwards towards her hungry, eager belly. And worst - the hungry, excited growl of her stomach, more than ready to accept the large, squirmy meal that was slowly heading it's way.<br/><br/>Just that sound, the eager gurgling churning of her stomach, brought him to panic. He jerks his entire body backwards, trying to rip himself from the hungry mithran's jaws - only to be held almost effortlessly. Just as quickly as she'd grabbed him in the first place, he felt his feet lose their contact with the ground, entirely negating any sort of leverage he might have at. At least for the moment, he was entirely at Sheva's mercy - and she seems all to eager to fill her belly with the delicious, squirming hyena-boy.<br/><br/>"ALTRAYIE!! DOMLAN!!! HELP!!!" His voice, barely audible, screams from somewhere behind Sheva's breasts, muffled by Sheva's own body, his legs kicking frantically at the air as - bit by bit - she swallows him whole and alive.<br/><br/>Just as his shoulders begin to squeeze into her eagerly accepting throat, Sheva's tongue encounters a new flavor on his chestfur - a slightly sweet-tasting flavor, likely some sort of natural bathing fragrance. It was startleingly delicious, and very sweet on the tongue. To top the multitude of flavors off, she could easily detect one more thing - the taste of his body's natural nutrions. He was utterly delicious, and after days without food - it was a meal that would be difficult to top.<br/><br/>"S-stop!! WAIT!! DON'T EAT ME!! Wha...what are you doing?!?!!" His muffled voice yells frantically from somewhere near Sheva's stomach, his body squirming frantcially, fingertips grasping to try and get a hold of ANYTHING to stop his rapid decent towards that eagerly growling stomach. She was actually eating him - how could he let this happen?! With fear practically paralyzing his mind, all he can do is grasp feebly, and kick his legs, hoping to disrupt her ability to further devour him.<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;">Grapple attempt - Millan Escape attempt - 1d20 (10) + 7 = 17. Sheva must make a DC 18 grapple check or Millan is returned to the 'grapple' stage.</div></div></div><br/><br/>He closes his eyes when  the faint ring of muscle leading to her stomach presses against his muzzletip - he could smell the acid already, the acrid taste already on his tongue - she was actually going to try and digest him! Alive!! It was something he'd done a few times before to his own unfortunate meals, but...to him...? No...<br/><br/>"STOP!!" The muffled voice screams again, his legs kicking at the air frantically as his stomach dissappears out of sigh between Sheva's lips, leaving just his lower body exposed. Even in the dire situation, Sheva detects a slight shiver course through his body when her tongue finds it's way to his shaft again, a soft moan working it's way into his frantic cries - albeit a brief one..<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Millan wrote:</cite>" WHAT? HELP! ALTRAYI-" </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Altrayie's attention once more shifts back to the scene between Millan and Sheva - and she simply stares in utter disbelief. In that split second of stareing, Millan's shoulders dissappear into Sheva's mouth, followed closely by his stomach. This crazy cat...was EATING him?!<br/><br/>It takes a few seconds for the sight to register. She was actually trying to eat one of the guards with so many others around?<br/><br/>"M...Millan?! MILLAN!" She suddenly finds the ability to move, and - within a matter of seconds - dashes over to Sheva's cage, her dagger drawn and already ready in her hand. With one hand, she reaches out and grabs Millan's ankle, pulling backwards with all her might - the other hand brandishes a dagger, a dirty sneer crossing the beautiful half-elf's face.<br/><br/>"LET HIM GO! NOW! SPIT HIM OUT!" She screams at Sheva, readying her dagger in case the request was not met. The dirty sneer on her face only seems to deepen, a sort of 'excited' light dancing in her eyes '...you catty bitch. I've been wanting to gut you for a long time. Thanks for giving me a reason. Enjoy the flavor, bitch...cause today, you die."<br/><br/><br/>(Post 1/4)