Alizome manages to kick the pile of clothes towards a corner and out of the... drip zone beneath Zorakatra, showing off an impressive amount of self-control in trying circumstances.<br/><br/>(More UB~)<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;">Good thing she hadn't just been a thief- her other skills proved almost as financially rewarding, and often quite a bit more fun to use. Thieving, for instance, wouldn't save in some very strange circumstances leave her half-engulfed by a harpy's flower, and likely wouldn't have given said harpy any reason to want to have anything to do with Alizome save on a purely business level. This had gone far beyond that; were it simply a business transaction, she could have happily remained an amused spectator as her employer was taken in by a lowly bimbun's pheromones, and even had she diverted her employer she likely wouldn't have been rewarded so... wetly. Instead, she arched her back and squelched inside the hungry lower mouth, pressing her chest against the rippling velvety walls squeezing her entire body. Elf and wall alike were coated in a thick layer of sticky, sweet juices that helped lubricate her entry, hot and savory on her tongue, which drove Alizome to contort more fervently. Her struggles had ceased to have any component of intelligence in them or any pretense of actually wanting to escape. The harpy's innards, experiencedoncefor show, felt far more pleasant below than above. The elf wanted nothing more, right that instant, than to curl up completely enfolded by the soft hot walls and pass asleep, to be used however her devourer wanted. She had experience with intense pleasure, though, and kept her head well enough to make sure her more primary responsibility was fulfilled- she kept note of what she had done to make the harpy's body quiver violently around her, the moan to echo through the flesh around her... she didn't pursue it immediately, letting the mouth claim more of her body. Still, as her head and shoulders emerged into a hot, humid chamber that marked her resting place, she began grinding her hips and her own wet flower against that precise spot, seeking to give Zorakatra a second surge of pleasure. Then she could be fully engulfed by a thoroughly happy harpy, and then she could let go of her self control and indulge herself- and perhaps, having been such capable fodder for Zorakatra's flower, she could look forward to repeating the trip. At least, if the harpy didn't choose to just keep her. But Alizome wasn't worried about that anymore.</div></div></div>