more soft vore and the like<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Utterly embarrassed, Xarithe isn't quite sure if he is relieved, or disappointing that his actions do not stir more of a response from the giant woman.  For as her lips slowly part, she does note do so to speak, to taunt, ridicule, or praise him of his affections, flavor, or apparent submission. Nor does she offer him the time to escape, or better yet strike. No it was apparent she aimed to see him tucked quickly away within her belly . Whether this was on account of the rarity of the meal he could provide her, or simply out of necessity he could not be certain, though a small part of him hoped for a combination, hoped that if given the chance she would have truly taken advantage of the one of a kind meal that she had acquired.  Ultimately it mattered not, for her coiled muscle snaking between his legs, would not only cause a deeper shade of crimson to flush across the druid's face, but it would also douse the fire that had so recently been lit within his heart. For so easily did she push him back further into her hungry maw, so easily was he distracted by the wet heat of the unemotive woman's tongue. Whether intentional or not, this served a suitable distraction. For as her throat spreads wide to accept him, he can offer little in the way of resistance. Being ushered into the tight embrace of wet muscle. Shuddering with shameful delight, Xarithe feels his body pushed in up to his midsection. The walls of her throat tighten their grip, claiming him as her meal,  before squeezing in hard around him. Pulling and dragging him deeper into her body. The druid's legs offer one futile kick before slipping completely between the crimson lips of the insectile elf. <br/><br/>Deeper and deeper Xarithe descends, into the cloying embrace of the corrupt druid's body. The undulating roll of muscled flesh, works to drag him down the personal elevator shaft of her elven throat. Her body working unhindered and as it should to bring Xarithe her meal, down to be deposited within her awaiting stomach. The heavy beat of the woman's heart, and the steady increase in temperature, where the only increments the druid had to gauge, just how far he had traveled. Though it was all over in a matter of seconds, to him it felt like an eternity, for he knew what lie in wait on the other  side, knew he would likely not see the light of another day, and knew that even now his title, and status in this world was no longer that of Xarithe, druid, half blood, or oread.....not even that of master Xarithe as the lovely witch Albali had so recently called him..... no he was now simply put.... food. A single bittersweet thought crosses his mind as he awaits the arrival within his future home, (At least I got to see what the inside of her mouth looked like.....) he muses with a light chuckle, thinking back to the curiosity it's dark interior had invoked within him just moments ago.<br/><br/>The continual conveyor of flesh all around him suddenly comes to an abrupt end. Xarithe seeing a tightly sealed knot of dark flesh just up ahead. Sees it spread open in acceptance of his arrival. (Much like her tongue....her body is so eager to have me.) he thinks with a light smile. For even if the woman may have not shown any sings of having enjoyed his flavor, and unintentional affections....there was no denying that her body, her digestive system was nothing short of enthusiastically appreciative to have him. A hot gout of sour acrid air singes his nostrils, and stings his eyes, as he is pushed through that tight ring of muscle. Xarithe able to see the slime covered, wrinkled walls laid out all around him, able to see the fleshy sack that would serve as his prison, his home, and ultimately his undoing. (Same coloration of flesh....quite interesting...) he notes as his head mashes into the lowermost portion. The folded flesh stretching and expanding in order to accommodate the size of her meal. He had figured her belly to be larger then what it was.....given her size. For as his feet are pressed through the entrance, as he feels it knot into a tight ball of muscle behind him, he finds himself curled tight into a ball, his accommodations being quite cramped.<br/><br/>The muscled walls pulsating all around him, offer light quivers to his every touch, responding to his presence by slowly shifting inward. Pressing snug against his form. (It's sooo hot in here....so slimy....so....tight.) he notes as the spongy walls take their hold he squirms within their grasp. Pressing out against them and testing their strength. They stretch and expand, yet not as much as he would have hoped. Quickly slipping back into position to keep constant contact with his skin, as ropes of saliva and belly slime alike cling to his shifting figure. He had to admit, that despite,being inside, well a stomach. It did have it's charms, there was something about the wet, shifting embrace of muscle , the sensation of being locked away tight inside the body of another, the sound of her heart, of their breathe dominating his hearing......the threat of impending digestion, of knowing his body would serve to strengthen and become one with that of his consumer..... and the sense of utter helplessness that weighed heavy on his conscious.... it was all rather exhilarating, and to a degree enjoyable.  <br/><br/>Her belly slowly comes to life around him, lightly rolling inward, offering a kneading full body massage, feeling like that of a wet, hot, hug. It's slime coated folds pushing and prodding against every nook and crannny on his body, showing no shame as it grinds over face and crotch alike. (Of all those I had traveled with, to think, the loving affection of a hungry stomach.....that is what I must settle for.) he realizes with a light chuckle.<br/><br/>It was bad enough he had been devoured, but soon he feels the swaying of movement....can feel the elven woman's body in motion all around him. His breathe catches in his throat as the sounds of battle, as distant and distorted as they where, begin to fade into the distance. (She...she couldn't be?.....she's taking her meal and fleeing the scene!!!!) He comes to the conclusion, realizing just how slim his chances where becoming. Xarithe had a difficult decision to make, now that he was tightly locked away within her stomach, knowing she aimed to make off with her prize......he could fight to escape......could beg for his life....could revel in his digestion, focus on his own, her own, or a combination of their pleasures....or could silently sit and accept his fate, allowing nature to take it's course.   All of these he knew to be suitable options, for Xarithe had seen this scenario play out a thousand times before. He had watched and helped Janice swallow down so many living, breathing meals.  Had felt the bulges they created within her flesh. Had listened to their defiant threats and pitiful pleas. Had been their as the brave where made to cower, and the proud made to  beg, as the will of the strongest, was often broken. Heard cries of pain and pleasure alike, seen them try all manner of approach to avoid the inevitable.....but Xarithe knew that despite the myriad of twists and turns, different ways in which the story could play out, that this was a tale that nearly always ended the same. He knew that what ended up inside a stomach, very rarely made it's way back out the way, let alone in the form of which it came in. Xarithe himself had played a part in this process too. Kneading and massaging the flesh, helping the stomach in it's work to tirelessly break them down. Had felt them, soften, disperse, melt and lose their form, their identity beneath his very hands. The sounds of their cries, giving way to the happy gurgle of a satisfied tum, having lulled him to sleep on many a night.......He had seen it so many times, and knew the story page for page...... yet this time it was different. For now it was he who found himself on the inside side of the belly. Xarithe had always had a creeping suspicion that some day he would be devoured, for Janice herself often warned him to be cautious, warned him of his addictive taste. She herself admitting to the difficulty of containing herself around him. Despite this though, Xarithe always thought, that should it happen,it would be.....more meaningful. That he would be savored and enjoyed, up until his final breathe. As Janice often did with the meals the two acquired.......not simply swallowed hastily and forgotten.<br/><br/>This final thought sparked in his mind over and over (she doesn't deserve me...) he thinks once more,  as the fire in his heart would begin to burn anew. (Surely I can escape from this lesser creature, escape to Albali, and the others,  surely I can accomplish what I have seen so many before me fail to do.....for they where against my mistress, within the body of a naga, not an insectile elf......the differences are obvious to me now. I will show her what I have to teach, will show her how hard it is to contain an agitated snake. For a single wrap of the tail, a prick of the fang, is all that it takes to turn the tide of a losing encounter.) The woman's movement suddenly coming to an abrupt stop, Xarithe having heard what sounded like a distant explosion. He can only assume that she has made her way into a safe location, that she is settling down to focus on his digestion. (Well if that's the case...I best put these fangs to good use.) he decides. Just as the scent of acid increases around him, heralding the arrival of his liquid demise.  Xarithe pushes his lips against the slick flesh of her stomach, baring his fangs he seeks to plunge them into the tender flesh, to deliver his venom into the bloodstream of the druid.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>Sira's strike narrowly missing the man, her attention divided at just the right moment. Would pay dearly for her blunder, the cultist before her unleashing an impossible counter attack, cleaving through scale, only to lean forward and bite deeply into her flesh. Sira hissses out loudly in retort, wasting little time to take advantage of the man's positioning, for to lean down and bite a snake, is to accept death itself.  Her body having already slipped forward to encircle her prey, tail tip wrapping tight around an ankle as her head swings wildly around. Sira looking to engulf the man's entire head within the silken embrace of her open maw. To immediately wrap and crush in on his body, and squeeze the man into a bloody pulp. For the intelligence in this snake was more then that of a simple predatory beast, acting on instinct alone. No she had been wounded badly, and despite the immediate peril her master was currently in, she clearly aimed to make this living meal pay.<br/><br/>Xarithe<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Is attempting to bite the stomach of the druid.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/139520">Bite</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+4</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">10</span> 6 -2 for internal attack penalty<br/><br/>if that hits<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/139521">bite dmg</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d4+4</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">8</span> +DC 11 i think it is, Fort save, or be poisoned. 1 con dmg/round for 6 rounds.</div></div></div><br/><br/>Sira<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Sira is attacking the cultist with yet another bite attack, and will grab and constrict immediately after. <br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/139516">Bite</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+9</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">27</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/139517">bite dmg</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d4+10</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">14</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/139518">Grab</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+17</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">22</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/139519">constrict</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d4+10</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">14</span></div></div></div>