<span style="font-weight: bold">Phyrra/Ingarl</span><br/><br/>“Ngh! Nagh!” Phyrra cries, as the orgasm is forced from her, spewing hot, sticky girlcum out her sex. It only displaces the burning acids of Ingarl’s digestive juices for a moment.<br/><br/>OOC: Scatty-stuff behind the spoiler tab…  Nothing story-relevant if you’re not into that sort of thing…<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;"><span style="font-style: italic">Pffftttt,</span> her ass wheezes, quite against her will. “Oh Lolth,” she moans, “my ass… You’re tongue’s draggin’ stuff out of my aaasssss…” With it comes the rich, spicy scent charateristic of digested demon. “The cute imp I ate yesterdaaayyyy…” She wails, “it’s coming ouuuttttt… It’s coming out in Lolth-favoured Ingarl’s stomaaaccchhh… Please, Aviana,” she moans, jiggling her ass against the dragonesses face. “You have to eat it so it doesn’t defile Ingarl’s Lolth-favoured stomach! Eat the demonshit coming out of my ass, you anal-slut-dragoness!!!”</div></div></div><br/>It’s clear she’s utterly exposed and vulnerable to you, and if you chose to gulp her down whole instead, it’s not even clear that Ingarl would be angry with you for doing it…<br/><br/>“Well, if you’re sure…” Ingarl tells Eurikova's, just a little regretfully, then clutches her stomach as her meals jiggle it, and it gurgles eagerly in response. “Dear Lolth, they’re really stirring things up in there,” she mutters, torn between irritation and ecstasy. “Well, if you’re not going to, I’ll need…” She nods. “Phyrra!” She calls, glancing around, “I need… Oh…” She murmurs, for a moment cradling her tum almost tenderly. “In that case,” she sighs, a little softly, as she considers the two other snipers - both clearly eager to be chosen for the role - “neither of them is half the lover she is a fighter,” Ingarl says, a little regretfully. “Does your group have a decent tongueslave I can borrow for a bit?”<br/><br/>OOC: If anyone wants a sexy scene with Ingarl, that’s fine… You’ll probably be taken advantage of a bit though… Unless you’re good enough to overwhelm her into being a generous lover...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Eurikova/Jules/Cloaked Figure</span><br/><br/>“Seems like they prefer getting a good meal over rescuing you,” the demoness laughs, the fact that she’s gurgling in Eurikova’s tum barely seeming to bother her - nor the fact that Jules hadn’t actually said the words allowed. “I’m on the esophagus express back to the demon-realms, and<span style="font-style: italic">you’re coming with me</span>,” she says, and you can practically hear the smirk in her voice. “Digest nice and wriggly for me now and I won’t treat you too badly once you’re my slave in the hells.”<br/><br/>OOC: I know, Eurikova has a soul-holding thing, but the demoness is simply too arrogant to believe she’ll be affected by it.<br/><br/>Inside Eurikova’s tum, the wriggling and writhing of the cloaked demoness only continues, pleasuring the naga to an increasing degree as her hellspawned flesh melts into a rich, spicy soup in Eurikova’s gut. “Anh!” She cries, caught between pleasure and pain. “Nghh!”<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Miku</span><br/><br/>“I’m telling you, I can<span style="font-style: italic">sssmell</span>it,” Miku hears, in a siblant hiss. “Thisss body hasss a fine sssenssse of sssmell. Sssomething tasssty took a ssshit around here....”<br/><br/>“Are you sure you’re using it’s instincts right?” another voice answers, doubtfully. “We’ve been possessing a lot of drow, recently. Like this one…”<br/><br/>There’s just time for Miku to tuck herself out of sight, before a pretty naga and a striking drow come around the corner. From their conversation, both are apparently possessed by (rather low-ranking) demonic entities…<br/><br/>m<a class="postlink" href="http://orig11.deviantart.net/97ca/f/2007/057/3/1/dark_elf_warrior_by_rosakiddy.jpg">http://orig11.deviantart.net/97ca/f/200 ... akiddy.jpg</a>m<br/><br/>m<a class="postlink" href="http://img14.deviantart.net/2733/i/2010/202/2/c/aiden_the_naga_xd_by_angelnablackrobe.jpg">http://img14.deviantart.net/2733/i/2010 ... ckrobe.jpg</a>m