[[oral sex, stomach stuff, speak of digestion and other such topics]]<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;">As much as Xarces enjoyed the elf's company, as much as he cared for, looked out for,and backed her up whenever she needed backing. He couldn't help but frown as yet again she does the exact opposite for him, speaking out against and undermining his skillful use of words, and persuasion. Even after he went through the trouble of sneaking, just as effectively, in after her.<br/><br/>There was no time, or sense dwelling on this fact however, as the lizardwoman's claws press into his crotch, she hoisting him fully into the air. The ridged palate of her maw, giving way to the slimy soft embrace of her eager gullet. Xarces' head pressing into that fleshy tunnel, bulging out her neck as she works to swallow him down. He silently mourns the loss of yet another shirt when his shoulders pass the brink of her lips. Those pointed teeth making short work of the fabric that separates her tongue from the delicious flesh below. <br/><br/>Xarces' demeanor would not change, even as the slimy walls of her esophagus creep ever further up the length of his body, pulling him deeper along the length of her powerful throat. All the while his hands continue to rub and caress along her scaled flesh, up along her stomach, onto her chest, and even along the bulge in her neck that his own head was creating as she works to swallow him down."Ohhmmmnn such a naughty girl....why, you can't wait to have me inside you." he states through heated and heavy breathing. His body remaining loose, as his hands are taken between ravenous lips. Rubbing his flavor against her tongue, his legs showing no sign of struggle or discomfort. Xarces was pleased when he feels the intrusion from her tongue, feels it undo the button of his pants. Giving him hope that his words, or perhaps his flavor alone was encouraging her to savor this meal. Of course it wasn't the pace he had hoped she would have taken with him, even still he wasn't about to back down on his own promises, to leave his words hollow so soon. With that Xarces' throbbing member presses to the licking of her tongue. He swivels his hips to allow her full access to both the smooth underside, and ridge lined upper in equal measure. "Such a pleasurable mouth...mmmnn and sexy tongue." he croons to her moaning encouragingly as she begins to suckle. "Yes...yes..whatever you desire of me....I will cum for you, season my body in my delicious fluids.....anything to satisfy your hungers!" the bard gasps out in draconic as he begins to rock and thrust his hips against the pull of her mouth and tongue. He focuses on his surroundings, on the heat of her cold blooded body, the steady thrum of her rapidly beating heart which pounds it's way into his ears. The layer of slick saliva that coats neigh every inch of his form. Thoughts of Shaklik's own skilled tongue flash into his mind, oh how he loved it's embrace. What's more as his ears detect the call of a hungered belly not far below, he would think back to Elanna, of the crushing embrace of her powerful stomach. The fact he was on the brink of experiencing the same, of being locked away tightly inside the belly of a being, a being who's aim was not to simply carry him, but to break and digest him. The thought that he may yet again feel the pleasured pain of an actively churning tum.....all of these things rush into his mind, serving as the fuel for his powerful release. The bard's body spasms as his seed spurts out onto the lizardwoman's tongue. Rewarding her efforts with the sweet salty flavor she so desired. "Ohnmm god yes...swallow me down, devour me like the little meal I truly am." he moans out exactly what he thought she wished to hear, as he continues to cum along her tongue. His hot seed smearing to his form as it is pulled back into her throat, trickling down beside his body as it would be the first to reach the interior of her tummy.<br/><br/>Moments later Xarces feels the renewed pull of undulating muscle, having realized only now that she had been holding him in place, just long enough for his release. Now there was nothing left to stop him, stop him from slipping quickly downward, from reaching her awaiting belly. And reach it he would, as his cyan eyes gaze ahead, able to see clear in the darkness within her body. He glimpses the tightened knot of muscle, the sealed sphincter below. His face presses into it as it stretches around his head. Allowing him entrance to the sweltering chamber below. the rush of hot acrid air assails his nostrils, as for the first time in her body, he wonders if he'll be able to make it out alive. The stench of acid was strong, much stronger then those he had the pleasure of experiencing in the past. As to the strength of her muscles there was no question, the throat pressing tight against every inch of his body, much to tightly for any real hope of escape as it methodically escorts him along the one way escalator ride to her tummy, a fine example of that. Images of the lizardwoman absconding with him deep inside the temple flash into his mind, where his allies would have no hope of finding her, where her belly has ample time to deal with the stubborn meal he was likely to present.  Images of brown filth speckled with bits of crimson feathers flit through his mind, threatening to become the only evidence the bard ever truly existed, the rest of his body likely to be used in enhancing that of his devourer's.<br/><br/>Despite this, Xarces would do nothing to prevent his descent. His body wracked with pleasure as he moans softly the entire way. As he is pushed into the steamy confines of the lizardwoman's stomach. His head pressing to the wrinkled slime coated walls as his feet are soon felt gliding over her outstretched tongue. They offering the last hint of his celestial flavor, which she would likely take advantage of. His toes offer a playful squirm in return, as a satisfied giggle is heard echoing deep within the acid filled chamber below. Xarces' body is pushed into the pool of liquid, powerful acids that had begun to gather at the mere sight of him. For no sooner had the lizardwoman's tongue slid across her teeth, did her belly yearn to have him. This would certainly seem the case for as his hips pop through the tight muscular ring of her tummy, the walls gently quiver, as if alerted to his presence, slowly but surely tightening their grip, squeezing in all around him. <br/><br/>The rest of his body quickly follows suit, slipping in past the sphincter, only to turn and watch it tightly seal the moment his toes feet have passed the threshold. "Mmm, that was delightful, now wasn't it? " he asks the lizardwoman, knowing his caliber of meal was once in a lifetime. Xarces then outstretches his hands to lightly press to the wrinkled flesh before him. Pondering on his options, he knew digestion would set in at any moment, knew the gentle shifting massage that her stomach was currently performing was merely the warm up to the crushing press of muscle to come. (Escape....is an option, though only as a last resort...for it likely leads to a repeat trip to this acidic vat. For those.....less accustomed to surviving in such harsh environments it is the only option however.......) he thinks to himself as he would settle on a course of action, instead of escape, he would opt to stay true to his act, stay true to his nature, and take up this challenge to further improve upon his techniques. For so rare is a meal that not only taste as good as he going down, but can continue to provide satisfaction even while being digested within. (I'm certain my allies will vanquish this lizardwoman in a matter of moments......but if not, perhaps I could pleasure her to the extent of exhaustion........hold out long enough to have her in such a dreamy haze that she collapses in ecstatic bliss...then I can easily make my escape....) Xarces thinks to himself knowing that such an approach was very risky, would spell certain doom for anyone but he, and would put his skills of both survival and pleasure to the ultimate test.  "Tell me then, now that you've got me, is there anything you desire from me, your dinner?" he asks nonchalantly as if having a normal conversation. All the while his hands press more firmly to her stomach wall, pressing and kneading skillfully against the flesh he knew would very soon be doing the same to him. "How about that? Is that to your liking?" he asks continuing to be vocal wanting to keep her attention focused on him, as for her not to notice shaklik doing whatever it is she may be doing.</div></div></div><br/><br/>[[Xarces is going an unorthodox apporach and is going to pleasure the blackscale into submission!!! nonlethal damage go!!!!<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/138020">massage attack</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">19</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/138021">Nonlethal</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d3+3</span><span style="font-weight: bold">5</span><br/><br/>[[shaklik in the mean time is holding tight waiting for an opportunity that will not make her the only eligible target in the room ]]