The momentary uncertainty of combat taking place behind him, gives way to a series of conflicting events. Dura orders one of her subordinates to get, who he can only assume to be Alizome. Though before he can take any action to pull himself away or prepare a spell, the woman before him tightens her grip. Pressing her lips to his which cause any words he had tried to form to be lost within the act. He humms lightly, kissing her back, for a time he even wonders if his own demands would come true, she continuing with her thorough search while the others around her dealt with whatever was taking place back there. The wonderful press of lips gives way to a much more encompassing warmth, as Dura's mouth begins sliding up over his head, locking his cyan eyes within the pink inner flesh of her lovely maw, thus showing the bard that she was in fact capable of devouring him. This sensation causing his heart to race, conflicting emotions roiling in his mind as he stares ahead into the deep darkness of Dura's throat.<br/><br/>Alizome's voice calls out to him, pulling him away from the enjoyment of being consumed. Struggling in her grasp he works to get a spell off, to cursing the entire lot of Emerald claw, and set them aflame. The pull of her throat lapping against his head gives him pause, looking forward just time to see her gullet stretch wide, to pull him down and into the embrace of her esophagus. His voice too muffled by the flesh of her throat as his head stretches out the beautiful woman's neck. His arms too would find themselves pinned at his side as Dura's lips stretch around his shoulders, she working her meal deeper and deeper into her body. Xarces heart races as he is truly rendered helpless by this woman, much of what he had thought of, had said, eluded to and promised coming true in that instant. His breath catching as he considers this along with what Alizome had said....where they truly taking their things and fleeing? If that was the case, all it would take would be another series of swallows to pack him away tightly within Dura's tum, followed by a quick and bouncy get away, then all that would be left to do is...digest.<br/><br/><br/>Xarces<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;">attempted to cast Blistering Invective<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/203147">concentration</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+10</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">13</span>     failed concentration</div></div></div>