<span style="font-weight: bold">(for Alizome)</span><br/><br/>Gift continues to wriggle and writhe in Alizome’s tum, providing the most intense and sensual massage she can, as it begins to squeeze and melt her away. In the hazy, disorientated space of Alizome’s gut, the bounce and sway of Alizome’s steps merely merges into the intensity of the experience…<br/><br/>Of the objects, the scepter bears an Eberron dragonshard grasped between golden draconic jaws. On closer examination, when touched, a shifting pattern within the dragonshard seems reminiscent of the Dragonmark of Storm.  The amulet is an Eberron dragonshard attached to a ﬁnely wrought plati-<br/>num chain. When touched, the pattern inside the shard is similar to the Dragonmark of Warding. You can also see where a third item would’ve lain, perhaps a crown or tiara. From the disarrangement of its niche, it was clearly snatched in haste.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">(for Jules)</span><br/><br/>I moaned happily as the human's flavour hit my tongue... and I stuck it between his lips and<span style="font-style: italic">kissed</span>him thoroughly, as he tried to scream. Well, that was fine - certainly, he wasn't struggling much, as calm an unwilling meal as I'd ever had. It was a simple matter to sieze his legs and lift, tipping him up preparatory to sliding his tasty flesh down into my tum. It gurgled eagerly, in anticipation of its meal.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Xarces turn to get left out this time, sorry</span>