From his position, pinned within the lizardwoman's powerful stomach, Xarces would only have a slight awareness of the goings on outside her belly. For as he continues to squirm, continues to caress and press tenderly against the wrinkled walls of his fleshy prison, Xarces' ears would fill with the rapidly increasing beat of the blackscale's cold blooded heart. The rolling grind of bone crushing muscle tensing and tightening all around him, conforming and holding him firm, to the point he could barely move. Fearing the inevitable breaking squeeze to come.....it would take the bard several moments to realize what was occurring. for the embrace of her tum was strong, and yet gentler then it ever had been before. The walls pulsate and quiver rapidly, they ripple and shift, caressing pleasurably against his weakened flesh.<br/><br/>The sound of her sigh, the feeling of her arms grasping him tight, and clawed hands running along the surface of her belly,would begin to paint the picture of what was occurring. "That's it.....enjoy yourself, enjoy your meal!" he urges her with his melodic voice, rubbing outwards with eager palms. Not only was the sound of the powerful lizardess' enjoyment pleasurable in and of itself, but it could also bring about his freedom. Though the acids slosh and gurgle eagerly around his body, wishing to claim the energy and nutrition she would likely need after such exertion......the powerful muscles working in a much gentler, manageable motion. Treating his frame with love and care, working to make the experience all the more satisfying for his devourer.<br/><br/>Xarces knew he could survive in this environment, knew he could resist the acids alone, and looked to keep her writhing in ecstasy for as long as he was able. For should he tire her to the point of exhaustion, his escape would be all but assured. This was the plan at least.....but as Xarces relishes the moments of his coming victory, works to bring her pleasure to higher and higher levels...her heart would suddenly slow, the short quick breathes no longer coming....and even her belly would grind to a quivering halt. (Hmmm? This is different....) he thinks to himself, having never received this sort of reaction before.... Whatever was the cause, the entrance to her stomach would loosen, and Xarces takes the opportunity to slip himself back up and out the length of her throat.<br/><br/>Wiggling upwards, Xarces' arms reach out into the open air much quicker then he thought they would...Upon feeling around he does not even notice the texture of her tongue, the sharp bite of her deadly fangs..... It wouldn't be until he pulls himself completely free that he sees the cause for this inconsistency... "Beheaded? Was that truly necessary?!" he scoffs, his first words as he looks down to the image of the poor blackscale woman. Pulling himself to his feet Xarces brushes himself off, cleaning his body from head to toe with the aid of his magic. A quick press of his hand to his chest would see his acid burnt flesh, his bruised and battered frame, returning to normal. "Will take more than the belly of a blackscale, to get the better of me." he declares proudly, as his eyes fall to Shaklik, a reassuring smile crossing his lips to let her know that he was all right.<br/><br/>After retrieving his blade from the ground, Xarces nods to Linda "I see no reason why we shouldn't proceed." His eyes dart quickly to Alizome with a knowing smirk, as he looks from her to the dismantled form of the canine upon the floor. Though he would spare her any further comments.<br/><br/>[[Xarces: Casting a few cure light wounds to bring himself back to full hp<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/141866">Cure light wounds</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8+5</span><span style="font-weight: bold">7</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/141867">Cure light wounds</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8+5</span><span style="font-weight: bold">6</span>