m<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/635870">http://orokos.com/roll/635870</a>m(( Look at that natural 20 from the not-so-charismatic oread! ))<br/><br/>Irice isn't much for putting on a show, but she does know how to fight and how to get what she wants...specifically she knows how to get the prey that she laid out with one hammer-throw, unconscious on the ground before her.  Hoping she can beat her allies to her downed meal, Irice will move to where she knocked out the guard as quick as her short legs can, and to make up for her undue haste, slowly strip down her meal of all it's belongings, claiming the spoils of a fair-fought fight as her gaze lingers on her now-naked morsel.  "Time to incarcerate you, don't worry, when you wake up you'll be in a much nicer place."  The earthy oread punctuates this by grabbing the guard and easily hoisting her into the air, well above her head, before opening her mouth wide for the audience to get a good view of her prey's destination and slipping toes into her salivating maw.  While the exterior of her body is a little rough with small edges to it, inside her throat is nice, smooth, and warm though slightly viscous, as though the guard wasn't being swallowed so much as it was sinking into a nice, warm, mud bath...a bath that constricted and tugged and made her meal slick.  Soon, the small oread's body shows a nicely distended belly, with her prey unconscious through the experience despite Irice lapping at the guard's genitals.  A loud belch erupts from her maw, and she grabs the guard's 'horse' and pull's it around her waist, to give the audience a bit of a show as she shows her off.  Naturally she'll collect the guard's bow and arrows, not wanting her equipment to go to waste...though her prey surely would.