With the cool (well, cool compared to the heat inside the orc's stomach) air on his slippery skin once again, Johan laughs. "You see? All the women in my life want me for my taste as least as much as anything else," he says, being generous by not saying that that's the only thing they want. He's used to being slick with various slimes, from an array of adventures and misadventures alike. It actually feels somewhat good, and he doesn't have to worry about his gear being damaged by immersion in acid. He just hadn't been down there nearly long enough. "And you're one to talk, Naji. If memory serves,<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>haven't ever been able to keep me down either!" It would be cruel to add 'or anyone else' and rub in that Naji was talking about predatory exploits she'd never been able to participate in, so Johan doesn't; he'll already have to absorb a number of jibes at his expense from getting into the pretty orc already.<br/><br/>He'd hoped the orc would just run, somehow, but Johan isn't surprised when the blinded orc turns back to him. Bracing for the charge, he grunts as the woman's not-yet-well-enough-padded body thuds into him and embraces his form. Johan doesn't seem surprised; instead, lowering his head into Drodjee's cleavage, he gives her mounds a long lick up their side. The flavor again- something in his head told him to enjoy more of it, but... as he looks up, seeing the orc's familiar fanged mouth opening and craning towards him, it's not yet time. Dropping down, he squirrels around Drodjee to behind. Wrapping his legs around the orc's thighs and locking them, he hooks one arm tightly around the orc's neck and uses the other to pin one of Drodjee's arms to her side, his hand grabbing her breast to anchor himself. Squeezing her with his own not-incosiderable strength, he rubs himself against the orc's back, saliva squelching between their bodies as the orc feels just a faint stirring of his already-overstimulated member. "Here, isn't this a more pleasant hug?" Johan says cheerfully into Drodjee's ear before opening his mouth and taking her ear lightly between his teeth, licking it up and down- his stomach rumbling at the flavor. But he releases the ear. "You should probably surrender," he advises gently. "You're blind, you can't keep your food down, someone has you in a bit of a chokehold... keep fighting and this doesn't end with you outside a stomach." He wasn't about to say that he intended her to end inside a stomach anyway. That'd be counterproductive.<br/><br/>While keeping his grip locked in on his assailant, he looks Tom up and down again, gaze lingering on his enlarged, struggling stomach. "That looks good on you- or should I say she looks good on you?" Johan asks, laughing. "The help's much appreciated. I doubt this lot has too much more fight in them, all things consid-"<br/><br/>And then a spectral arm grows out of Cyria's back. Though he's too well trained to let go of his hold on Drodjee, he openly gapes at his drider friend as some-thing happens. Perhaps it's his overactive imagination, but he can feel something in his heart respond to the spectacle in a bizarre way, almost... envious? And not in the obvious way he would envy anyone with the strength to haul the lizardess into the air. It was as if he felt that... it should be him with that, somehow? Johan shook his head, storing the bizarre thought for later. "Uh... Cyria, are you... okay?" He hesitantly asks. Almost idly, he licks Drodjee's neck and gives her chest a squeeze, keeping the bandit distracted from her attempts to brute force her way out of Johan's grasp. As much as her stomach had been a pleasant place, and as attractive as he found the green-skinned warrior, and even as much as his stomach was starting to clamor for bigger food than he'd ever have, he couldn't make up his mind what to do with her... yet. Instead, he continues slowly grinding his entire slime-soaked body against the orc's back, up and down in rhythmic slight motions while letting the furthest-back part of his mind dwell on the feel of her body around him.<br/><br/>((Grappling/HUGging Drodjee:<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/417451">huuuugs</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+7</span><span style="font-weight: bold">16</span>It hits!))