There was a certain 'charm' to Aron's added threats that left Delia grinning faintly, though not further talking up to add additional threat to the drow's own. After all, they only wanted to cow the sailors, not terrify them. Terror could potentially rise to mutiny, and as tempted as it might be to claim a few more souls aboard the ship (Or, at least, attempt to), she preferred to get to land in one entire piece and alive. Given how soundly they'd dead with the guards, Delia had no fears that they didn't think their group capable - merely if they'd end up keeping their word. Honestly, she wondered as well. A deal was a deal, and she'd uphold her end if they stayed complacent...but she did not make deals for the rest of her impromptu group.<br/><br/>Oh well. It was a bridge they'd cross when the time came. Until then, it was time to revel in a little newfound freedom, and enjoy a few luxuries too-long denied. Though, there was still the question of the voice...the one she'd heard whispered through the walls of her prison. The one who, apparently, had freed both her and Xarius. Who was it? What did they want? WHY did they go through the effort of freeing a paladin and a succubus?<br/><br/>Thinking on it would bring no answers, so Delia pushes it from her mind as she steps into the tight quarters of the captain's room, her eyes glowing faintly in the dim interior. A few bottles of alcohol, some books, paperwork, a few odds and ends and trinkets...it was somewhat typical of a captain. Small, cozy, comfortable, and with enough to keep the mind occupied when the crew was behaving and there was no tactical or navigational advice to be given. Aron's explanation of the port draws no immediate response from Delia, the succubus winding her way past Aron and into the room proper, idly fingering at an open book on the former captain's desk "Hrm. Sounds like my kind of place. Better than dressing one of us up as the captain and trying to pawn off guards on the prison.." She says with a playful little smile, turning her attention back to the drow assassin, just in time for him to lightly roam his fingertips across the faintly-moving bulge in her distended stomach. Exhaling a happy little sigh, Delia adds her hand to his own, giving her cheerfully churning stomach a approving pat "Mm. Yes. The mage. I find myself rather drawn to those of potent magical energy. They always taste the best on the way down...and FEEL the best once they've...'softened' a bit." Tail lashing slightly at the mention of 'problems', Delia's eyes briefly flare, only to die back down every bit as quickly "I and Chira did not see...eye to eye. She took one I desired as a...guard. Beyond that, there was little trouble that was not expected. Swords. Magic. We triumphed, that is what matters. Your own 'disposal' of the captain eased our transition to complete victory. Glad to see you're...efficient."<br/><br/>Leaning in, Delia eases her hand from her own stomach onto Aron's, lightly tracing her fingertips along the vague outlines of the digesting captain, before giving what she assumed was his head a little pat "VERY efficient...I'm glad you made full use of my magic. You're competent - I like that. Alot." Eyes shifting from his stomach, Delia allows them to linger on his face a few seconds, her soft, enticing lips curving slightly upwards at his suggestion "Let one of the others keep watch for now. I think four bodies might be a little too much for the bed. Two, though..." Her lips curve further, revealing the tips of her white teeth "...Come here." Reaching down, Delia takes both of his hands in her own, lightly tugging him towards the bed.<br/><br/>Swiveling him so his back faced the bed, Delia placed a single hand on his chest...and pushed, coaxing him down onto the mussed sheets "Relax. You'll enjoy this. I promise. Stretch out. Get comfortable...and just trust me. Don't worry about your clothes. Let me tend to that..." Resting a hand upon the drow's belly, Delia lightly digs her fingertips into the softly-churning flesh, kneading in wide, slow circles. A normal massage might feel great, but there was something in the succubus' touch, something in her technique, that sent a completely involuntary shiver up Aron's spine, and spurred his stomach to squeeze just a little more tightly against the entrapped man digesting within. It felt amazing, and when Delia's other hand joins in, it's enough to make the drow's toes curl of their own accord "Just....relax...." She coos, her voice soft and sensual, the gentle ministrations of her fingers seeming to dig deeper and deeper, feeling more and more intense, more pleasurable...<br/><br/>((Using Belly rub feat! x3 Yay!))<br/><br/>...Then, Aron felt it. Something 'tugging' at him. Not just at his skin, but at his very core, a gentle coaxing that made him feel a little light-headed, a little woozy...and focus all the more entirely on the sensation of the succubus' hands roaming across his stomach. More and more, the sensation spread, the feeling of those fingers that seemed to entwine with his very being. Yet, there was no rough 'tugging'. No pain. Only the pleasant 'massaging' feeling, and the gentle, steady coaxing of the succubus' fingers. It wasn't tugging at his skin. It was tugging at his very soul.<br/><br/>"...Just....trust....me..." She whispers again, working her fingers in slow circles, massaging the taut bellyflesh that held the digesting captain... ((<span style="font-weight: bold">Delia is not going to 'force' this. If Aron resists, she stops. If he doesn't...read below</span>))<br/><br/>Suddenly, Aron's vision goes black, his mind simply ceasing to function for the span of a few brief seconds. Long enough for Delia's attention to shift down her to stomach, eyes flaring in anger - the mage knew. The mage KNEW?! Hissing in anger, Delia removes a single hand from the now softly-glowing drow, reaching down to her own to give it a rough shake "Y-you...know?! What was done to me?! How to fix it?! I...grrr..." Anger smouldering, Delia squeezes her stomach slightly, elicting a deep, wet-sounding 'Slrrch' from within "...I assume you want to make a deal, hrm? Your life for this knowledge? I will give you time to think on it. Time to experience what digestion will feel like if you don't divulge this information. Then...I will hear what you will say on it. Don't worry. You'll likely be alive for a few more hours. Plenty of time to decide if you'd rather come out the backside, or the front. I believe my stomach can...persuade you to make a deal with me. Think on it. " A part of her wanted to cough the mage up right then and there, spit her out into the floor and demand to know everything. Yet, that would be counterproductive. It'd be best to wait. Wait until the burning kicked in, wait until she fully came to terms with her fate if she was NOT released...<br/><br/>...Then, she'd talk. Give her the knowledge she craved.<br/><br/>Clenching her teeth, Delia returns her attention to the comatose drow, both hands returning to his belly. All around him ,a sort of ghostly glow had formed, a 'second' him that seemed to waver in and out of existence. It was that 'second' him that Delia wanted, and - with fingers as gentle as one might use to coddle a child - Delia entwines that essence around her fingers...and pulls gently.<br/><br/>Aron comes to suddenly, yet...he felt strange, somehow. His body paralyzed, unable to move, and yet he could FEEL Delia's fingers still, feel them like they'd become a part of him. Even now, the gentle swaying of those fingertips across his middle felt amazing, as if she was stroking his very soul, gently teasing it, fondling it...<br/><br/>His vision is blurry at best, save for two very distinct images - Delia's face, lips curved smugly, and...beside him...<br/><br/>..Him.<br/><br/>His body. Unmoving. The gentle rise and fall of his chest was enough to show he was alive, and he could...FEEL himself somehow, but it was muted, as though feeling it from far away. With delicate ease, Delia lowers Aron's soul fully down onto the bed, her lips splitting into a devious smirk "...Good to see I can still do that. With effort. Aron - trust me. You'll never forget this...as often as I'd eat a soul like yours in the past, I like you. No - tonight, you'll feel something few surviving ever have. Just enjoy it..." Lifting one of his ethereal hands up to her lips, Delia gently tucks a single fingertip into her mouth, suckling softly. It was the most intense thing imaginable. Having his finger sucked was one thing - but the sensation of it on his very soul was something indescribable. It was intense, so much so it was difficult to focus on anything else but the softness of the drow's lips, the smoothness of her tongue as it roamed across the single digit, the inviting heat of her mouth, the slickness of her saliva. It was like his sense of touch was amplified a dozen fold, like every gentle caress of that tongue could be felt through his entire consciousness, his very BEING.