Digestion and such<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;">The bard couldn't be happier with the response his affections where producing on the priestess' belly. The constant flow of acid would slow to a mere dribble, as it seemed he was on the verge of conquering her stomach once and for all. (Just a little while longer....) he thinks as he continues his work, pressing, stretching, kissing, and caressing, the stomach of the priestess, showering her powerful belly in the most pampering of endeavors. Causing it to feel wonderfully satisfied, full, as pleasure no doubt would course throughout her body.<br/><br/>The feeling of familiarity remains as her tummy responds in turn much as it had moments before. As he seems to have gained the upper hand, seemed to be escaping his destined, fate. The priestess' stomach shudders all around him. This momentary lapse in motion throws off the bard's momentum just enough to allow the pounding wet muscle to take a firm hold of his body, twisting and squeezing his weakening form. Cracking his wings further as he struggles to free them, leaving feathers to float to the surface on the roiling tide of acid. Although, or perhaps because  he was so capable of satisfying her belly, it seemed that the priestess refused to entertain the notion of letting him go, seeing fit to keep him as her own, to make him a permanent addition to her glorious body. Willing her muscles to continue the grizzly task of breaking down the yet living meal that resides within her stomach.<br/><br/>Xarces knew this dance well by now, knew how to move, knew where to press, so familiar with the priestess' gut was he, that a part of him felt bad he'd eventually have to leave. His skilled hands stroking each and every inch of flesh, leaving no fold untouched as he works to increase her pleasure, her enjoyment to the point she could no longer contain him. Despite the damages he had sustained, things seemed to be going well..... that is until Xarces feels the rubbing press from an external source, the hands he had noted earlier. At first it was little more then an added surface for which to press. But as more strength is put behind the motion, the bard cannot deny the hindrance that it quickly causes. As not only is he being pressed by hands much stronger then his own, but their motions work to push him deep into her belly, to allow her stomach room to take hold. The combination proves deadly as more feathers are stripped from his wings. The crush of muscle against his form results in many cracks and pops as arms are pinned, and legs are bent. Xarces groans out, doing all that he can to resist being broken completely. <br/><br/>His motions begin to slow, as the combined efforts take their toll. His flesh begins to crack as Xarces can feel acid threatening to rush into his wounds the moment they surface. The thought would flash through his mind that he should retract himself into a defensive posture, should take steps to heal and preserve. But his heart simply would not allow it. Never one to shy away from a challenge, no matter the odds. (No...if I am destined to become one with this priestess, am destined to be digested, processed, and expelled.....I will do so doing what I love....pleasing a beautiful woman.) memories of his time within Shaklik flash within his mind, of his trip through her system. Memories of the lizard he had helped her digest, realizing how it felt, now on the verge of being given the opportunity to serve as food, to go through a digestive system proper. Xarces had to admit, the idea was quite exciting. The feelings all around him, the act of being digested, it was like nothing he could have imagined. It hurt,of course, but the pain would begin to fade as his flesh begins to melt and strip away, replaced by pure adrenaline filled pleasure. The bard enjoying himself as those powerful hands press and compact him, rubbing his own outwards, determined to please the priestess till his final breathe.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>[Xarces: Keeping up the pleasure for the priestess<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/147394">Massage</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+8</span><span style="font-weight: bold">24</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/147395">Nonlethal</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d3+5</span><span style="font-weight: bold">7</span>