<blockquote class="uncited"><div>Turning to the others, Aethon speaks in clipped tones. “I’ll do what I can, but I fear that it will only buy us time. The adept knows something, and anything that helps at this point is something that we need. And see about getting that door open; we're going to leave, if nothing else.”</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"I<span style="font-style: italic">am</span>fighting it," Elanna mumbles around Xarces's wrist. "Some of it.<span style="font-style: italic">Using</span>the bits I can't reject to fight the bits I can. I know its supposed to be wrong, but," she draws a shuddering breath, "do you know how good you taste?" She moans at Xarces. "What that's making me feel? What I want to<span style="font-style: italic">do</span>to you? What's stopping me?" She whispers, and you think maybe only the last was a real question. "Her?" She flips a hand in Prinne's direction. "She's a<span style="font-style: italic">vegetable</span>." Her eyes slide back to Aethon, down his human throat and between his forelegs, to the full size of his horsebelly. "Tell me you've never<span style="font-style: italic">devoured</span>someone. Tell me you've never slid a live, writhing body down your throat," she tells Aethon, but her eyes - darkening with lust and power - are locked on Xarces's. "Tell me filling your belly larger than yourself doesn't feel as amazing as I think it will." Her tongue caresses Xarces's palm, trapped within her mouth. "As amazing as this<span style="font-style: italic">tastes</span>."<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Xarces: "It's ok Elanna, I understand your confusion....but what's happening to you.....though not natural for most humans.....may not necessarily be a bad thing...... you have to ask yourself, you have to decide. Do you want this? It's not anything to be ashamed of, as the monstrous races of the world can surely attest to sharing these urges, with you. The hunger you feel is not of and by itself bad, as ultimately it is what you choose to do with it, which decides that. The act of consuming another, while frowned upon in most societies.....can be rather pleasurable....given the right individuals and circumstance</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Yes~</span>" Elanna hisses, "accept it. I can do that. You're the sweetest thing," she tells Xarces, "in so many ways," she giggles. "But you've been nice to me," she says. "So I won't eat you unless I'm still hungry-" her eyes slide avariciously sideways till they rest on the Adept, who's pressed back, trembling, against the door, her hand still futilely jiggling the handle.<br/><br/>"No..." the Adept whispers, "this isn't happening. Not to me."<br/><br/>"-after<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>." Elanna snaps, and leaps forward. {This will provoke attacks of opportunity, including grabs etc, from anyone around her, any anyone who could cast, say, Protection from Evil on her or similar has the chance to do so. Although we're somehow in combat now, we'll follow the protocol of action-by-post-order.}