[Jules and Nicholia]<br/><br/>The spit and slime on Jules face wasn't cold for long... as the alien's cheeks stretched over his bare shoulders, he'd find the saliva against his body would remain as warm as the inside of her mouth. The long purple tongue licked hard at his chest, seeking the taste of his sweat and the texture of his skin...<br/><br/>Nichole's voice was muffled as Jule's head began squeezing down her throat. Even at nine feet tall, and far more curvy than the average Na'vi, Nichole's body was not nearly large enough to take in a human whole without effort. The bulge of the human's head in her throat made it appear as though Nichole was swallowing a volleyball.<br/>The stretching should have been painful to a normal human. To nichole, it was reversal of every empty, gnawing sensation that had been plaguing her for years, and as her maw worked down over the young man's chest, jaw unhinging like a serpent, Nichole wanted MORE.<br/><br/>"nnnnnnnnngh~!"<br/><br/>Jule's arms would soon be trapped inside the big blue alien's mouth, her tongue licking at his belly, tickling and feeling it admiringly, no matter if he was fit, or out of shape. Jule's head was a bulge between her heaving breasts, like a third was attempting to grow between them, but could not match the size of it's sisters. Even now, the dark throat around his head and shoulders was constantly squeezing at him, wrapped so tight and close it was a wonder he could breathe.<br/>With his arms trapped, Nichole, lost in a haze of desirous instincts she could not control, began fiddling with his pants as her mouth closed with his hips.<br/><br/>000000000000000000000<br/><br/>[Avery and Amber]<br/><br/>The big purple alien grins enormously at Avery's suggestion, her eyes sparkling with delight.<br/><br/>"You'll come with? That’s totally awesome! All we gotta do is find Winter and then we can all go to class together! We can be study buddies, and when we’re not studying, we can hit the arcades and the clubs and go hunting together!” Amber lets out a loud, theatrical *GASP* as something occurs to her, and then her face is suddenly three inches away from Avery’s AGAIN, except this time she’s talking /even faster- “You could TOTALLY crash the class with me and Winter and we’d ALL BE IN THE SAME CLASS! I can introduce you to my roommates andTHEY’REINTHESAMECLASSTOO! That is such an incredible set of coincidences thatitactuallyseemslikesomeonesetitupbut WHOCARESTHISISGOINGTOBETHEBESTYEAREVERWinter went that way right?” Amber’s excitement-levels and wordspeed drops from ‘relativistic overload’ back down to ‘looking-for-parking-space’, one has to wonder how the transition didn’t dislocate her jaw…<br/><br/>She’s still crouched in front of Avery, toothy mouth inches from his head, her hand pointing down the street. Actually, imagining Amber with a dislocated, yawning jaw is far too easy right now.