Even in the midst of  combat, with her side stinging from the mage's blow and the real prospect of being clamped back in irons looming before her, Delia cannot help but shiver at the absolutely heavenly sensation of the delectable mage's body sliding fully into her all-too-eager-to-accept stomach. She makes no attempt to even bite back the moan that rose in her throat, a soft but audible 'Mmmmmmmmm!' of absolute delight rising from her soft, pretty lips as the lively mage settles in nice and snug. By the abyss itself, it had felt like a veritable ETERNITY since last she’d felt the invigorating sensation of something of substance squirming in her stomach, and the poor doomed mage girl might as well have been the finest ambrosia. She didn’t feel quite…’right’, perhaps, as though Delia could FEEL the girl’s soul,  the tingling, pleasure-filled sensation of drawing it out of her and’digesting’ it’s energy was missing. Still, that did little to detract from the raw magical energy she could feel permeating the mage’s body, and the thrill of getting to feel that power slowly coursing through her body as the mage digested was more than enough to make up for the how…ineffective her digestive tract seemed to be.<br/><br/><br/><br/>The aftereffects of her exile, though, mattered little. Her stomach was full of a lively, frantic imperial, and once they’d successfully taken over the ship..there would be little else to do but relax somewhere, stretch out, and just enjoy the girl’s slow digestion over the course of a day, maybe enjoy a nice stomach-rub from a surviving member of the crew, or maybe even put their mouth to work, tucking them—<br/><br/><br/><br/>--Ohh, the imagined possibilities mingled with her full stomach was enough to make her shiver, her long, spaded tail flicking back and forth in contentment. Chancing a glance downwards at her belly, Delia smirks faintly – the mage had managed to at least remain partially upright, though she was in the rather unique position of being stretched out ‘longways’ in her tummy, with her head and shoulders cramped up and squished against the left side of her stomach, and her feet and naked rump pressing outwards against the right side of her belly. It made for a rather interesting sight, the bulge of the mage’s head making a clear-enough impression in the tightly stretched flesh of Delia’s belly that it was all too easy to make out her exact positioning within, and on the other side, the slight indentations of her toes pressing into the slimy flesh made a few small ‘lumps’ in the succubus’ stomach, right beneath the larger, more curved shape of the woman’s butt.  Her muffled, indignant cry at her fate of ‘digestion’ only caused Delia’s smirk to grow, her eyes shutting to sultry little slits “Hmm-hmm…look at the bright side. I was getting awful skinny on ‘normal’ food, and digesting you will add some much-needed padding. Mm, shoulda been more gentle – I’d have made it so much more pleasant. As it is, though…well, you get to experience a stomach for what it is.”<br/><br/><br/><br/>Inside Delia’s stomach, Katje is hardly what one could call ‘comfortable’, the tightly-stretched stomach walls around her clinging to every inch of her body like a glove, squeezing inwards just hard enough to lightly caress her, working slick, slimy digestive acids against her skin, into her hair, and thoroughly soaking her clothing. It was clear enough that the succubus’ stomach was far from ‘strong’, but what it lacked in outright squeezing power, it made up for in simple tightness – it was only with effort that Kajte could move at all, and even then, the dimples and imprints she made in the succubus’ belly only lasted until her own strength wore thin, the elastic stomach walls snapping firmly back into place and once more forcing her into a tight little ball that’d be all too easy to digest.<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Grrlllrch…</span><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Thud…thud…thud…thud…thud… </span><br/><br/><br/><br/>All around her, Katje could hear the eager gurgles of the succubus' digestive tract slowly but surely gearing into action, as if awakening from a long slumber by the promise of such delicious, lively food. There, just barely audibly over the excited churns of the demoness' stomach, was the equally as elated thrumming of her heart,a fast, steady beat that might as well have been the seconds slowly ticking by. There were other sounds - the teasing, smug sound of her voice, the heavily muffled sounds of other voices somewhere closeby, their words entirely indistinguishable, and over it all - the reverberating sound on the demoness' moan of pleasure, entirely unconcerned and uncaring that the mage inside of her stomach was still alive and squirming.<br/><br/><br/><br/>A fact Katje quickly comes to regret.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Though there was very little outright squeezing power, Delia's stomach seemed more than capable of producing copious amounts of acid, and in a matter of seconds Katje finds herself soaked through completely with slippery saliva and thick, viscous digestive juices. To her armor-clad upper half, the experience was unpleasant but not quite outright painful, resulting in little more than her leather armor and the clothing beneath growing a little more heavy as it becomes more and more sodden. To her naked lower half, though, her exposed, vulnerable flesh quickly begins to tingle distractingly, and whilst it does not outright hurt, it's certainly enough to hint at just how...unpleasant the remainder of Katje's stay in the succubus' belly could be, if she so desired it.<br/><br/><br/><br/>The slippery, slimy flesh ripples gently around her, conforming tightly to her body, each undulation of the tightly-stretched belly around her smearing the potent digestive acids coating her skin and clothing deeper, working it down against her bare skin to ensure a steady, constant coating to ensure her digestion got under way as quicky and efficiently as possible to cure the starving succubus' hunger. There was little doubt that, given time, the demoness' digestive tract would sap her of strength, leaving her as a helpless little bundle of human to be digested completely at her whim.<br/><br/><br/><br/>(( Katje takes<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/424897">Gurgle...&gt;:3</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">4d6+2</span><span style="font-weight: bold">16</span>digestion damage.  Delia has 'Merciless' and 'Tight belly', so if this takes Katje below 2/3 HP, it doubles the penalties for escape. ))<br/><br/><br/><br/>As Delia backpedals (one hand happily resting on her full stomach, as if to massage the poor human girl into a more 'manageable' position), she allows her eyes to briefly rest upon the newly arrived bunnygirl and her elvish lieutenant, her coy smile growing even further, especially at mention of how 'excited' he still seemed to be "Mm...I see. You know, dear...if you're just looking for some fun, I hear succubus make excellent partners. Would only cost you a belly rub...AND, of course, helping us escape. Could be profitable for you. Much more healthy, too..." Drumming her fingertips upon her belly, Delia glances over at Garth, noting his positioning - made to protect her, at least somewhat.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Well...<br/><br/><br/><br/>...She was never one to simply discard those who aided her, even in more minor ways...<br/><br/><br/><br/>"Garth!" Delia calls, her voice somewhat terse "No sense in overextending. Let's fall back..." There's...something in her words, something that makes the orc's blood boil, makes his heart pump faster and stronger...<br/><br/><br/><br/>((Delia uses her last 'Haste' for the day. Everyone gets more hasteness!<img alt=":D" src="./images/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" title="Very Happy"/>YAY! ))<br/><br/><br/><br/>Then, she falls back a little bit more, putting another ten or so feet of distance between her and the approaching bunny-girl and the elvish lieutenant "Oh, elf dear? If you'd like to visit your mage, there's still room in here for one more..." As if to add further insult to injury, Delia slaps her stomach softly, again upon the vague shape of the mage's rump nestled tightly against the side of her belly "...Would be happy for you to join her..!"