<span style="font-weight: bold">Ambrosia (now)</span><br/><br/>I slid to Eiyre’s side, the curve of my bare breast brushing against the dryad’s barklike skin. That rough touch on my flesh … itself raised to extreme sensitivity by the mild acid’s Eiyre’s tummy released even when she<span style="font-style: italic">wasn’t</span>digesting an enemy… it was intense, and I saw no reason to hold back a moan.<br/><br/>My lips went to Eiyre’s throat, planting butterfly kisses as my wings pulsed with slow satisfaction. This would sooth the ache I’d so unfortunately caused. But when Eiyre began to press Xarithe’s form upwards, I couldn’t help but kiss his delightfully caressing fingertips; his lips, when they appeared outlined in her throat; his cock, yes, that too…<br/><br/>“You should stick around,” I murmur to the dryad, as Eiyre bends to pour Xarithe out onto the ground. “I’ll promise not to digest you, if you do. And since its the third weekday of the second week in the month, under a waning moon before the turn of the season, I’m bound to keep that promise. Just remember,” I smiled, “it’s rescue the<span style="font-style: italic">children</span>, eat the<span style="font-style: italic">cultists</span>.”<br/><br/>"Before I do anything....first things first..... I need to freshen up, and dress for the day ahead." Xarithe prioritizes, as he was not about to meet or speak with any of the unfamiliar faces whilst naked and coated in slime for one. Motioning to Sira, whom would retrieve, with her tail, a small pouch from his bag, containing soap and other various hygienic supplies. "If anyone wishes to join, they are welcome to." he comments with a smile.<br/><br/>“I’d better not,” I reply. “We’d only end up screwing around. Again.” In truth, he does look<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>good… but I can’t deny I’m not just thinking<span style="font-style: italic">tasty</span>along with<span style="font-style: italic">sexy</span>...<span style="font-style: italic">meaty</span>and<span style="font-style: italic">nutritious</span>are in there too, this time. “Which would only make me hungrier. I won’t say you wouldn’t find going back into my tummy exciting, enjoyable even, but it wouldn’t be the<span style="font-style: italic">relaxed</span>experience you had last night,” I smiled. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” I continued, drawing a few similar, if more feminine, necessities from my own pack (more than would’ve appeared to fit in such a haversack, in truth), “I need to clean up too. Don’t get eaten by a dryad,” I half-teased - though if my flight-taken breakfast returned with an eye for a freshly-cleaned and isolated meal, she’d likely be in for a big - but brief - surprise if she tried to make a meal of either one of us.<br/><br/>After all, I hadn’t promised not to eat<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>, and I still needed my breakfast.<br/><br/>OOC: I’m quite happy to skip anything with the other dryad and move straight on to Ambrosia’s return so the game can move forward.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Ambrosia (then)</span><br/>Sexy Vorish Stuff<br/><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;">Xarithe began to squirm and struggle - struggling to cum so I’d let him come within my tum - and I enjoyed it, as his hips jiggled and shook, rubbing his exquisite flavor back and forth across my tongue…<br/><br/>Then he came, spurting his thick, hot, nutritious seed down my throat. A little sprayed back, to season his legs, but most dripped and spooled down, smearing and smoothing his passage into my tum. Unlike him, unlike the seed he’d shot into me elsewhere just moments earlier, it would be gratefully absorbed into my body, nourishing my skin and hair, feeding the plumpness of my breasts and butt. <br/><br/>My stomach would no longer be denied, and finally I let my throat’s eager pulsing suck him down into it, forcing his head down towards his chest as I slurped up his legs like cum-covered noodles, and folding them down atop him. I burped, into the barely-less torrid atmosphere of Eiyre’s stomach, which I sprawled back and began to enjoy in solitude, one palm massaging her insides, the other my own gratefully filly belly…</div></div></div>