Xarces Helps Shaklik take a seat, her tail curling around her slender frame to wrap around her distended gut. The bard smiling appreciatively to her, marveling at the feat the two had just accomplished, both the battle and more recently the meal he had provided.  "He looks good in you my sweet." he comments as his tender touch slowly rubs across the surface of her belly, he able to feel the form of the still living meal writhing within her stomach. Feeling him, shift and squirm, adjusting and protesting futilely as the reality of what had happened was no doubt sinking in. All the while Xarces' other hand would remain within Shaklik's mouth, allowing her to suckle to her hearts content, washing the lizardman down with the sweet addictive flavor of his flesh. "He didn't taste anywhere near as good as me did he my dear?" Xarces comments with a soft chuckle. Shaklik lolling her tongue across his flesh, twisting it round his hand to grip and slurp up even more of his celestial taste.<br/><br/>With a happy sigh Xarces drops to his knees, leaning his head lightly against the lizardess' tummy, listening to the familiar sounds from within, the beating of her heart, the rising of her lungs, sounds he had spent so many hours surrounded by.... a soft satisfied mmm slips from his lips upon hearing the ominous growl of her hungry belly. Knowing it was becoming aware of the living meal within, a meal, that unlike the previous occupant, it would not be held back from digesting. "Your a lucky little guy ya know, to be given the honor of being digested by someone as sexy as Shaklik." he coos placing several soft kisses onto the stretched scales of her stomach. A heat rising within his loins as he thinks about where the lizardfolk was, thinks about where he would be going, of what he would, inevitably become. Images so fresh and vivid playing through his mind of when he himself had so recently taken that very same trip. This sensation was contradicted however by the insults he recalls the poison dusk slinging at Shaklik, as even whilst impaled upon Xarces' blade he had seeked to harm her.<br/><br/>These thoughts would combine within his creative mind, a devilish smile spreading across his lips at a realization. He pulls his hand away, sitting upright. "Shaklik my sweet, you look...mmmmnnn so unbelievably sexy with that belly bulge. Having helped you swallow him down....watching him disappear between your luscious lips..... Just knowing..... knowing what your body aims to do with him...." Xarces states, biting his lip as he looks down to her tummy and blushes. "Why it turns me on like you wouldn't believe." he admits sheepishly, though there was no hiding the fact that a very prominent bulge of his own had begun to form.... "So much so that I cannot help myself.....but I have an idea.....Your meal....he called you a warmblood lover did he not? Let's make him regret those words.....by showing him how much of a warmblood lover you truly are!" he states to her, crawling forward to press his heated lips to her neck. His pelvis grinding against her own, grinding against the swell of her stomach and the living contents held within. "After all I did help feed him to you, so it seems only right that I help your body digest him, help break him down. What better way for us to do that then with a heated bout of......" he pauses kissing a trail from her neck to the hole of her ear "Sex." he whispers, words oozing with seduction. "Let our combined motions churn your belly, to slosh and slam him within, and as his body softens from our efforts. Let the last thing he hears be our passionate moans, the slapping of our flesh, the last thing he feels be the slamming of our bodies against one another, the thrusting of our loins. Let him know that as he squirms and struggles, as his body melts away, that his efforts, his final moments of life, shall only serve to brings us pleasure." He comments pulling back to smile oh so naughtily into her eyes. "What do you say my sweet? Will you hold off on digesting him for but a moment? So that we may escape to someplace safe.....so that we may properly treat our guest to his final moments?" he asks pulling himself to his feet and outstretching his hand, eager to fly her wherever she may wish to be taken, eager to make good on his plan.