As Eiyre begins to struggle, Ambrosia swiftly - and with the ease of long practice (though not as much as she has of keeping meals down), she spurs Xarithe from his comfortable rest and out, into the warm tight embrace of Eiyre's belly. Then she lets the action of Eiyre's throat suck her legs-first up and out of the pretty Oracle, rubbing and massaging and soothing Eiyre's throat as she comes.<br/><br/>Then, feet first, she erupts from Eiyre's mouth with all the power of the Oracle's throat. A glance around assesses the situation. "Sorry," Ambrosia says, popping a swift kiss against Eiyre's cheek. "That can't have been comfortable. But you moved so swiftly I feared we were under attack." She smiles cutely at the pretty dryad. "I see you caught breakfast," she says...<br/><br/>Then her eyes light on the Dryad crawling away, small - but perfectly formed - breasts dangling. "Oh," she says, "and there's one for me," and so saying, launches herself full speed at the hampered, crawling dryad... not<span style="font-style: italic">yet</span>seeking to devour, but merely seize and size up her potential meal...<br/><br/>Grapple check: 16+8 =24m<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/144093">http://orokos.com/roll/144093</a>m- if I can't catch up to her yet, I will save this grapple for when I do.