<span style="font-weight: bold">Naomi Thompson</span><br/><br/>I breathe a sigh of pure relief as Melissa pops whole and undigested from Jessica’s mouth. Whatever happens now… even if one or both of Clif and Xarces are digested and die in this sorority house… in my record, this will go down as a win. A qualified one, perhaps, but a win nonetheless.<br/><br/>The<span style="font-style: italic">worst</span>thing that can happen is that one - or both - of Jess and Melissa retain an injury from the night’s events.<br/><br/>“Should we get Xarces out now?” Clif asks.<br/><br/>“No,” I reply swiftly. “We need to get Melissa cleaned up, before there’s any damage to her skin, eyes, mucous membranes. “Is there a shower she can use?” I ask the<span style="font-style: italic">other</span>Eta Beta Eta girl who’d been overseeing this initiation. “Preferably over-bath.” She nods, wide eyed. I’m not surprised. It’s a rare thing to see someone pop out from between vorish lips… “Go with them,” I instruct Clif. “Remember your training, and remember to<span style="font-style: italic">be thorough</span>.”<br/><br/>I’m nervous, at sending him into Eta Beta Eta alone with a pair of vores, albeit one recently fed and the other likely traumatised.<br/><br/>If Melissa eats him, I can probably sell it as a necessary palliative to aid recovery from her harrowing experience in my report.<br/><br/>They slipped away, and out of my immediate attention. My concerned turned to Xarces and Jessica, and<span style="font-style: italic">specifically</span>the latter’s throat. Mel had come up rough, and though that’d been necessary I was concerned for the damage her vorish strength might’ve done. Plus I couldn’t forget she’d been unable to swallow the boy sitting huddled and naked in the corner, though he certainly looked tasty enough to me. Was there the chance of some pre-existing condition.<br/><br/>If I had the slightest concern it wouldn’t be safe for her, Xarces was just going to have to stay where he was… even if it meant his digestion. I was even relieved - it would so<span style="font-style: italic">neatly</span>resolve my tangle of feelings regarding him. “Just stay where you are for now,” I told him, pressing my lips against Jess’s tum, making the other girl gasp. “I’m going to examine Jess’s throat and assess if its safe to bring you up. In the meantime don’t struggle, just try and sooth her stomach a little.”<br/><br/>Indeed, I could hear and feel him doing just that, the rumbling and grinding action of Jess’s tum dying away with a final, powerful squeeze that crushes and injures my teammate.<br/><br/>{Xarces’s highly successful massage-action has soothed Jess’s stomach - but before he does, Jess rolls a six to digest him, giving degree of success four, meaning two points of physical damage are inflicted leaving<span style="font-weight: bold">3 remaining</span>}.<br/><br/>Slowly, gently, I began to probe from her chin down towards her collarbone, using the lightest of feather-touches from my fingertips. Jess responded with the slightest of trembling, probably undetectable to anyone but myself - and, naturally, Xarces.