<span style="font-weight: bold"> Xarces Kyrobe </span><br/><br/><br/>The reaction from Jess' stomach was not unexpected, as it springs to life all around him, her muscles clenching and squeezing in, battering he and Melanie as it works to keep hold of it's prize. Reluctant to give up it's double meal so easily Xarces braces himself as he feels the pressure of Jess' throat working over the other woman's body, straining and struggling to push her back into the acid filled chamber from whence she began to escape. This he knew was a necessary risk. His top priority having been to get Mel out of Jess' stomach acids, after that he could take further steps to take control of the situation. With the hopes of calming both women, of providing an easy extraction on Clif's part Xarces speaks. "The both of you calm down, just relax. Jess ,you need to loosen your muscles, and Mel, you need to work with those muscles, not against them so much." he coaches from below, bracing his back to allow a stable platform for which Melanie can stand and push off from, hoping that Clif was working the rope outside.<br/><br/>Having positioned her for escape, he focuses his attentions on the stomach walls around him. "Jess, ignore the woman in your throat, focus on me, your food, focus on the feelings of your belly, the satisfaction of having food inside you." He speaking loud enough for her to hear as her acid filled tummy was becoming quite audible with it's disapproval of potentially losing a meal, groaning loud with every contraction it makes. As he spoke Xarces places his palms firmly against the spongy walls around him, feels the muscle tense and quiver to his touch, feels their flow, their strength and their power....but more importantly he focuses on the heartbeat within those walls, of the driving rhythm behind every life threatening move they make. Drawing upon the training he has received, Xarces begins to caress those fleshy walls. Gliding his hands right along with the natural compression of muscle, sliding along the slick wrinkles, dipping between indentations and folds, the surface beneath his hands ever shifting ever changing. When the walls stretch and smooth out, he applies subtle pressure, working to relax, as well as please the muscles around him. Xarces Massaging outwards against her  stomach walls, as they work to beat and batter the two meals within. Working with all of his skills to sway the mood of her stomach, working to settle it where he could just as easily work to excite it. His training enabling him to play many roles within a stomach, to offer many facets of enjoyment to his devourer. From the slow and sensual massage he was currently invoking, to that of an expertly crafted, seemingly desperate struggle, all the way up to orgasm inducing squirms....when he was in his element he could offer the right amount of motion, the right amount of pressure, in the right spot, to stimulate each and ever sensation that made devouring living meals so addicting  and enjoyable to those of the vorish persuasion.<br/><br/>"How's that Jess? It feels good doesn't it? It makes your belly happy...happy and content with the single meal that resides within....there is no need for another, for that would merely lessen effect of my attentions. No Jess, your stomach want's me and me alone, to savor every stroke, every caress, and every grind of my body......." he speaks to her in a soft seductive murmur." Realizing that Naomi was likely in ear shot Xarces grins as he adds  "I bet none of the girls here have ever had a meal who knows how to properly treat a belly like this. A meal who knows how to pamper, pleasure and stimulate every inch and iota of your hungry tum. A meal who's satisfaction runs much much deeper then that of ordinary food." he comments, potentially adding an extra layer of enjoyment to the treatment at the knowledge that she was experiencing something, that most vorish women could only dream of, and even those who did receive such pleasures, they often came with a hefty price tag.<br/><br/><br/>Xarces<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;">Working take control of the situation, and then to calm and relax Jess' stomach muscles, as well as offer her a fair amount of pleasure in the process.<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/152035">Soothing Jess' tum</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">3#1d6</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">2</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">4</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">5</span></div></div></div><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Clif </span><br/><br/>Gripping the rope hard, Clif is quite frightened by the cries of the woman within, the manner in which he sees the bulges moving, and the expression on Jess' face. (Not good not good!) is all that he can think, fearing that not only might they lose Xarces, but that the girl they aimed to rescue would slip down into this girls greedy gut once more. Frantic and unsure of what to do, Clif's only reaction is to keep pulling, not daring to risk sticking his hands within the woman's mouth.....he wasn't becoming a meal, of that much he was certain.<br/><br/>Though as Xarces works to take control, Clif cannot help but stare at the woman's stomach dumbfounded. Seeing the calm demeanor Xarces exhibits, the press of massaging hand prints from within. Even the words Xarces speaks cause his jaw to go slack "Those....are not techniques they teach us........well anywhere....." he states softly, looking to Naomi to see what her take on this whole approach happened to be, as Clif himself had never seen nor heard of anything like it.<br/><br/>clif<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;">keeps pulling on the rope  <a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/152040">more rope pulling</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">2#1d6</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">5</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">2</span></div></div></div>