((<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/382091">Swallow attempt, post-sunder</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">26</span>Will just...put this here for Drogjee...looks like orcs get hungry. :O Critical success on vore check to swallow Johan! ))<br/><br/><br/>The half-orc's arms wrap around Johan like a fleshy vice, pinning his own arms firmly against his side in what was pretty much about as bad of a position as you could be in. It wasn't that the position was especially uncomfortable, though. Far to the contrary - whilst the half-orc girl's grip was quite strong, far stronger than her relatively slender physique might suggest, her skin did not have the somewhat rough, almost pebbly texture of a full-blooded orc. It was actually quite soft and pleasant, very much resembling a human woman's skin, and as her grip tightened, Johan found his head - even with the top of her breasts - pressing a little more firmly against her cleavage, his chin starting to just slightly sink between the tantalizing, warm, soft orbs of flesh atop her chest.<br/><br/>Had it not been for likely soon taking a trip BEHIND those breasts, it actually would have been a rather pleasant situation to be in.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Johan wrote:</cite> "We can talk about this!" </div></blockquote><br/><br/>For a moment, the orcish woman's grip falters slightly, as if she were actually considering his offer. Admittedly, her body felt a little 'too hot' to ONLY be interested in a human filling her stomach, and her arms, wrapped so tightly around him, were not squeezing QUITE as hard as they could have been. Eventually, though, a soft 'grrrrrrrmmmmbbbbleee' from her stomach overshadows her lustier side, and - once more firming her grip - the half-orcish woman casually hefts Johan off the ground.<br/><br/>"Mm...we'll talk while you digest, 'kay? Always nice to have conversation after dinner. Now --" Without further ado, Drodjee readjusts her arms, pulling Johan even more tightly against her breasts...and, as his head is forced to crane upwards towards her face, she sloooowly eases her mouth open, her surprisingly long, slick tongue eagerly flicking across her lips, whetting them in anticipation of the meal to come. The sight was certainly a unique one - the interior of the half-orcs mouth looked relatively human-like, bright pink and soft-looking, save for her teeth. Intermixed with the normal, blunter teeth of a human were the slightly longer teeth of an orc, giving her quite a fearsome bite. That is, of course, without even mentioning the longer, tusk-like teeth that replaced her lower canines, jutting above her lower lip.<br/><br/>With a bite as casual as one might use to take a nibble of a sandwich, Drodjee eases her jaws forwards and bites down around Johan's head, trapping his neck between the two large, protruding tusks, and sending his world into darkness. The heavy scent of cheap ale does little to actually detract from the surprisingly pleasant heat of the girl's mouth, a heat that instantly begins getting worked into his skin by that thick, saliva-coated tongue that so eagerly rose from the bottom of her mouth to greet him. In a wet, saliva-slicked lap, Johan feels the half-orc's smooth, slippery tongue draw across his cheek, along his lips, and right across his other cheek, smearing a gratuitous coating of half-orc saliva against his bare skin.<br/><br/>'Mmmmffff....' Johan hears the half-orc groan around him in a mixture of delight at his flavor, and hardly concealed lust as the more 'dominating' half of her orcish heritage bubbles to the surface. Another soft flicker of her tongue along his forehead, downwards along his nose and across his chin, eventually leaves the slippery appendage tucked neatly beneath his neck, ensuring that he had a nice, slippery passage to slide along right into the back of her mouth, and into the eagerly awaiting depths of her throat.<br/><br/>Adjusting her grip downwards a little more towards his waistline, Drodjee braces herself, tenses...and pulls upwards.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> *Shrrrrlk! </span><br/><br/>With a slippery, squishy slurping noise that reverberates around Johan's ears, he feels his chin slide right along her tongue, pressing him face-first into the slightly hard pallete at the upper-back of her mouth. That pallete quickly transitions downwards into the far softer, fleshier back of her throat, and soon enough, Johan feels his head squeezing into the hot, slippery depths of her body, the unforgivingly tight muscles of her throat clinging to his face as she stuffs him in rather unceremoniously.<br/><br/>Seemingly entirely unconcerned by his armor (or how unpleasant it might be to cough it up later), Drodjee eagerly swallows again, pulling Johan shoulders between her lips and into the heated confines of her jaws. The soft 'Sckrreeeeeee!' of her tusks gliding along the metal plate covering Johan's chest just barely reaches his ears, heavily muffled through the layers of flesh and muscle that separated his head and shoulders from the outside world.<br/><br/>In a surprising move, one of the arms encircling his Johan's body suddenly unravels itself, shifting downwards to his waist and grabbing his belt, working furiously at the strap that held it firmly seated around his midsection. It takes only a split second for the half-orc's hand to grow bored and frustrated, and soon enough, a new approach is in order - one that involves the girl's eager hand grasping at his stiffening shaft through his pants, stroking and exploring surprisingly gently, given she was all too eagerly stuffing him down her throat. Grinding herself against the half-devoured human, Drodjee once more readjusts the grip of her single arm still holding him, tucking it beneath his rump, and with a surprisingly powerful upwards heave...stuffing his entire upper body between her lips, her lips sliding slickly downwards along his armored belly, only to start slowly irising open around his hips.<br/><br/>Deep inside Drodjee's body, the vertiable cacophony of sounds that accompanied being swallowed assaulted Johan's ears in an unending stream of noise. Somewhere above him, the excited beating of the half-orc's heart, along with the heavily muffled sound of her trying to moan around a meal nearly her own size. More than that, though, was the sound of wet flesh upon wet flesh, the sounds of the soft, slimy interior of her throat continually squishing against him, every ripple, every tug making another soft 'squrrrsh' as the eager girl's esophagus drew him ever lower towards the softly-grumbling tummy just below.<br/><br/>All at once, his downwards descent is halted, not by his or her own power...but by the sudden tight ring of muscle that pressed up against his chin, threatening to ripple open at any moment. Her stomach - the tight little sphincter that led into it, the very sphincter designed to keep food - like him - from squirming back up into her throat....<br/><br/>It took what felt like an eternity for that tight little ring of muscle to finally start flexing open, squeezing upwards along his chin and eventually over his face, admitting him into the tight, hot chamber at the very core of her being. 'Tight' did not even begin to describe it, and hardly had his head entered before it seemed unwilling to give way any further, the tight, toned muscles of her abdomen squeezing inwards upon him, refusing to budge to allow such a large meal entry. At least, until she swallowed again - like trying to force a overlarge hand into a glove much too small, Johan feels his face press down into the slimy base of Drodjee's stomach, before curving upwards, forcing his head back against the wall of her belly. The slimy sensation of stomach acids all around him clings to his face, and hair, matting it against his head, but as much as he tried to fight against the inevitable descent, more and more of his body began to squeeze in alongside him in the hot, humid chamber of the pretty half-orc woman's stomach.<br/><br/>As her lips creep upwards along his waist and start to slip over his thighs, Johan feels the slick, eager sensation of her tongue against the crotch of his pants, as if eagerly seeking the delightful appendage beneath...but, as much as she seemed to WANT to taste it, to toy with it, tease it...her hunger simply wins out. Tilting her head straight backwards, Drodjee swallowed again, his legs sinking between her lips at an alarming rate. With almost casual disdain, the orcish woman pulls his boots free, tossing them to the side....and, with a last swallow, curls her tongue around his feet, pulling them between her soft, glistening lips.<br/><br/>'Gl...glr...ggllp...GULP!"<br/><br/>With a final loud swallow, Johan is gone from the world, his feet a final bulge decending down the orcish woman's neck, only to disappear behind her breasts...even as her stomach began to swell, more and more of his body emptying into the tight, hot depths of her stomach.<br/><br/>"AAAAaaahhhhhhh......deeeeeliciousssss....mmmfff. Never will get tired of that feelin'." Giving her stomach a rough slap, the orc woman offers up a loud, delight-filled laugh, idly stroking her fingertips along the shifting bulge that Johan made within the tightly-stretched green flesh of her tummy "Ahhh. Now, let's finish up wit'cher friends, huh? Then we can settle in somewhere nice, and you can talk to me all you want while my belly enjoys itself with you, eh?"