His mouth tasting the strong sour acids of the druid's tummy, tongue tingling from his most recent attempt at biting the slick inner walls that so deftly allude him. Xarithe squirms  shamefully within her. His attempts at escape providing little reward, the constant burning tingle of acid igniting a pleasured fire in his veins. The longer he stayed, the more it seemed obvious to him that this was his place now, here within the belly of this contemptuous druid. Destined to slowly, writhe away in blissful agony as he is slowly broken down, to become a part of her as she had so scornfully proclaimed. With a heavy sigh Xarithe thinks on this matter (Surely this cannot be how it all ends....devoured...digested......by, such a lesser creature of all things....) A part of him saw this as his just deserts, for what better fate awaited one whom has spent their life capturing, preparing, and aiding in the digestion of such lesser races.......<br/><br/>(This biting is getting me no where......am I to spend my final moments futilely resisting? Only to end up digested inevitably? Surely this time could be better spent enjoying these final moments......) Xarithe considers thinking back to the words Janice had spoken to many of her defiant meals, for by the time their will to fight would fade, the time for enjoyment had long since past, their only reward being a painful demise as they are broken down, forced to wallow in their failuer, as her stomach rubs in their complete and utter defeat. (One more try.....I'll give it one more try....) he coaches himself. Xarithe clears his mind, sighing softly, as he realizes that should this attempt fail, he was committing himself to the acceptance of his fate, the acceptance that this despicable druid, this insectile elf was higher on the food chain then he, the predator to his prey, and having consumed him, it was now his place to provide her body the nourishment that it rightly deserved.<br/><br/>Before Xarithe can even attempt his life deciding bite, he groans in pain as the druid's belly is pressed hard against a tree. Xarithe feeling his world wobble around, feels gravity take hold as her weight comes crashing down atop of him. "Gah really!!" he curses out in frustration, as he is pinned against the earth. Images of the woman delighting in the torture of her meal flash through his mind, he wondering if it was not her intent to weigh heavily upon him, forcing him to have little choice but to wallow in her acids. Instead of offer any sort of response, the woman simply lies on him, unmoving as the powerful crush of her muscles wavers. (Is...she all right?) Xarithe wonders uncertain at first just what could be happening. Before he can think more on the matter, something presses in at him from the entrance of her stomach, grasps tightly onto his cloak and proceeds to drag him back the way he came. Xarithe slides up the unconscious woman's throat, to gasp for fresh air the moment his head breaches her lips. His now stilted eyes taking in the light of the world once more, as he feels a set of warm hand press to his face, the unmistakable sensation of magic courses through his veins as new life is breathed into his battered frame. "Albali!" he states, before he can even so much as look at her. Her words reaching his ears, as the desperation in her voice would reach even deeper. Turning his head to face her, he smiles with warm sincerity, for not only was he happy to have escaped, but more importantly he seemed happy that it was her he would see, her whom had rescued him. So many words, and emotions would go unspoken in this moment, as the only response the oread offers is to gratefully nuzzle his cheek into her palm, while softly uttering "Thank you." As Xarithe wriggles free of the anti-druids body, Is cleansed of the belly slime that reluctantly clings to his figure. He sees the others slowly trickling in, the knowledge that they had all made it out alive, made the risk he had taken a worthwhile one.<br/><br/>Brushing himself off he smiles to the others "That could have went better yes, although it could have just as easily went worse. As for my own predicament....well, lets just say I've been around this sort of thing long enough to know my way around a stomach." he admits with only a slight blush, offering this as explanation for why he was little worse for wear then when he had went into the giant woman. Of course with Albali's aid, he was now completely restored. He cannot help but notice the discomfort in his allies, the manner in which Gorun stops a good distance away from the cultist, the look on Eiyre's face as she rummages through the druid's belongings. More peculiar is the manner that Sira, his own companion, freezes in her tracks to coil in on herself. Xarithe hisses to her, his forked tongue flicking in the air as he does so, to the rest it would sound little more then a true serpents hiss, though to Sira he speaks clearly<span style="font-style: italic">"Sira, what is it? What has gotten into you?" </span>he inquires, wondering if she could shed some light on the reasoning for everybody's apparen discomfort around the fallen druid. Xarithe having been in such close proximity, having felt her in manners of ways the others could only imagine, such feelings as he initially felt when landing beside her where fare from his mind.<br/><br/>Xarithe notes the slight bulge of the deceased cultist within Sira's coiled body, merely offering her a smile and a nod. Though his eyes are soon distracted by the prominent belly of the fairy as Ambrosia makes her approach. She speaking initially of the amulet which the druid had worn, though suddenly she seems overtaken by something. "Are you all right?" he asks looking to her with concern. As she sinks to the ground, speaking of eating something that disagrees with her Xarithe is quick to be by her side. Kneeling alongside her squirming tum, he smiles to her reassuringly "I have some manner of expertise in this my dear, if you would simply relax, I think I may be able to be of assistance." He states, wanting to let her know that he was there to help, and that he was not simply taking advantage of the compromised position of the beautiful fey woman, and her squirming belly, both of which combined secretly excited him. As Albali addresses the physical injuries sustained by the party Xarithe is pleased at the opportunity to place his hands upon a squirming belly once more. Gently caressing over the swell of the fairies tum, Xarithe allows the heat of his smooth hands to sink into her flesh, while at the same time he makes note of the muscles inside, the shape and struggles of her prey, calculating the manner of approach he will take in the ensuing bellyrub. "Relax, think not of your meal, of your discomfort. Let your mind drift, your worries fade." he speaks in a soothing tone.As he speaks Xarithe begins to rub, gentle yet firm, his skillfull hands working their way over Ambrosia's massive belly, fingers and palms seeming to know just the right angle to press, the method of which to stroke, as he proceeds to rub and knead in an effort to settle her upset tum, and subdue her riotous meal. Xarithe smiles as he enjoys this moment more then anyone should, it reminding him of the years he spent with the naga, pleased to be able to put his skills to use once again.<br/><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;">Usiging speak with animals (reptiles) at will, and offering a healing bellyrub to Ambrosia <a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/140103">Belly Rub</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+11</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">16</span></div></div></div>