Inside the mermaid's stomach, Alizome lays limp with a slack-jawed expression of pleasure on her face as the pleasure radiates out from deep in her body to her hands and fingers, making them tingle as the stomach compresses around her and Xarces continues to massage her. Whether he's trying to please her or help the mermaid get her out of the way, she doesn't know anymore, and increasingly in the pleasure-drunk elf's mind doesn't seem to care as much. Incomprehensible mermaid speech, but she knows well enough the foolish things she'd say in the afterglow of her own orgasm if she had anyone to talk to buried inside here. Somehow, with the mermaid all around her, Alizome fancies she can feel her devourer's orgasm as well as her own radiated through the flesh cradling her as tension and relaxation spreads in waves around her. Another gout of acid drenches her body, and the mermaid's stomach muscles contract. Now they don't itch anymore- now Alizome feels the familiar whole body burning sensation. So, the mermaid just wanted to get through with her pleasure before reducing her meal to an easily absorbed soup? From the feel of it, that was her plan, and though Alizome tried to summon up the strength to push out of the stomach her body just wanted to relax in the acidic pit and melt away, at least for now.<br/><br/>As Xarces speaks, she idly wonders how he'd know- she never got inside of him, after all. Was he about to rescue her, or something more sinister? "Any time now," she calls, hoarse and softly into the mermaid's stomach... a plea which applied equally to rescue and ensuring she would be melted away inside the mermaid. Even if she would prefer a different predator, the feeling of her skin starting already to soften under the mermaid's assault brought fresh pleasure to the elf, and so after a long pause she began to grind herself against dripping stomach walls once more. Part of her analyzed how much danger she was in- she felt hot and her skin felt... not soft or loose, but not quite right. She had plenty of time- no risk rubbing anything<span style="font-style: italic">off</span>while she continued to distract the mermaid, and herself, with the pleasure of a still-intact meal rubbing on her spine from the inside.<br/><br/><br/>[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/224107">"Struggle"</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+10</span><span style="font-weight: bold">20</span>]]