Aviana (( hp and spells in spoiler))<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;">75/103 hp ((83 unbuffed))<br/><br/>30 ac<br/><br/>26 cmd<br/><br/>Arcane Pool: 9/10<br/><br/>Raven's Pool: 2/3<br/><br/>Prepared Spells:<br/><br/>lvl: 0 unlimited<br/>Arcane Mark<br/>Detect Magic<br/>Prestidigitation<br/>Read Magic<br/>Spark<br/><br/>lvl: 1<br/><br/>Vanish<br/>True Strike<br/>Reduce Person<br/>Shield (used)<br/>Shield<br/>Shield<br/>Shocking Grasp<br/><br/>lvl: 2<br/>Intensified Shocking Grasp x3  (1 used)<br/>False Life (used)<br/>Bear's Endurance (used)<br/><br/>lvl: 3<br/>Intensified Shocking Grasp<br/>Force Hook Charge<br/>Heroism<br/>Vampiric Touch<br/><br/>lvl: 4<br/>Dimension door<br/>Dimension door</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>Struggling to come to terms with what was happening, hardly able to believe she was about to become this orcish woman's meal, after so effortlessly dispatching not one, but two of her fellow fighters, Aviana gazes onward into Urni's eyes. Determined in her case that she was not food...was not going to be eaten....something would stop her, would prevent this powerful woman from making a meal out of her on this day. Yet as Urni speaks once more Aviana's ears wilt, her tail sagging as she's drawn ever closer to the face of her orcish captor. "A.....delicacy?" she stammers in a tone, just above a whisper. She conflicted as whether or not to be honored or take offense to such a title...yet she can't help recalling how that elven queen had referred to her in a similar fashion....had offered quite a bit of wealth for the opportunity to dine on her...was she truly a delecacy....a meal..food? The look in Urni's eye certainly seemed to think so, a look that was causing all manner of conflicting thoughts and emotions rise up within the dragongirl's mind. So much so that when Urini finally has her close enough, finally parts her lips to draw in the head of her meal, Aviana finds herself completely at a loss.<br/><br/>Her mind screams for her to struggle, to resist and push back...yet her body does not respond. Instead she seems almost at peace with what is transpiring, watching as those green lips part to reveal a curtain of dangerous white teeth, only to give way to the vibrant pinks of the orcish woman's mouth. Hot breath washes over her, tingling her sensitive skin, settling in against the tiny scales that speckle her cheeks, creating a surprisingly soothing sensation. amidst her previous panic. Urni pushes her forward, as Aviana feels the softness of her lips encompassing her, drawing her onward into the depths of her mouth. The heat was overwhelming, though not entirely unpleasant, as strands of saliva stretch and snap before her, marking her passage further along her journey from dragongirl to food.<br/><br/>Aviana's internal struggle is illustrated in her motions, her body tense and yet relaxed, squirming only slightly as those orcish lips slide down and seal around her head, locking her entirely within the depths of Urni's mouth. The feeling of the woman's cheeks, so soft, and slick against the sides of her face, of her tongue laid out beneath her, lapping and rolling against her flesh, coating every inch of her pretty face in a thick coating of saliva....was not all that bad. She was terrified of the abyss before her, gazing unblinking into the archway of her throat... and yet the sensations that assailed her, where by all accounts, quite pleasant. Urni's voice rings out around her, echoing into her ears, the sound of a satisfied moan, of one enjoying a most decadent meal....enjoying her body..her flavor. The concept hadn't much occurred to her while traveling alone, even though Miku had made several comments in the past...but her flavor, was quite good... Aviana finds herself heating up at this revelation, her face turning a deeper hue of red at the knowledge that this other woman was enjoying her...enjoying licking and tasting her, enjoying her meal.<br/><br/>The sensations assailing her face, are momentarily lost to her as the woman's hand slips around to grasp her tight tush. Aviana letting out a cute little eep, as the upwards pressure forces her to slip entirely within the entryway of Urini's throat. The ridges lining of the roof of her mouth slipping past in an instant, the edges of her esophagus adhering to the contours of her face, taking a firm, and yet gentle hold, as her nose and forehead are bopped lightly by Urni's uvula in passing. The darkness that had scared her soo, revealed to her at last. An undulating corridor of muscle, extending down into the darkness, pulsating, and pounding with life laid out before her. Urini's throat was rather enchanting to behold, as it clenches down around her, dragging her headlong, deeper into it's embrace. Aviana groans in feeble protest, trying to gain a little bit of ground, yet her confliction prohibits her, the hand on her rump receiving a backwards wiggle, as her body is hoisted effortlessly from the ground.<br/><br/>She feels herself being lifted upwards, hoisted into the air by the powerful base of her draconic tail. Being held aloft, above the orcish woman's body...aided by gravity in her decent, already set upon the path to her stomach, Aviana realizes now it was too late for escape. Even where she to wiggle her way free of the woman's grasp, her body would simply plummet all the more rapidly into the hungry tummy awaiting her below. Soft little moans are mixed in with Aviana's persistent squirms, a part of her seemingly enjoying the sensation of wet hot flesh all around her, enjoying the feeling of a beating heart pounding against every inch of her being, of being slowly, yet steadily swallowed down and eaten, helpless to resist her fate.<br/><br/>The peristalsic motions of the throat ripple and squeeze against her, as the muscled tube continually works her steadily along it's slippery length, dragging her deeper into Urni's hungry body. The experience was quite tight, as Aviana can feel the skin of her neck stretching around her, can feel the flesh pressing in and dimpling in the image of her face which shifts from side to side, straining to see ahead in the darkness, to watch out for the entrance to the stomach she knew to be there, the stomach she swore she could hear rumbling ever so faintly, could hear calling out to it's meal...calling out to her.<br/><br/>So far the consumption had been slow and deliberate, almost pleasant in a way. As Urin's tongue works it's magic over first her neck, collarbone,and then her exposed shoulders. Each feeling more enjoyable than the last...yet none would prepare her for the sensation of having her chest squeezed so very tightly into the cramped confines of the woman's mouth. The feeling of intense heat permeating every inch of her delicate mounds. "U...Urni!" she half moans as the orcish woman's tongue makes it's way over the bits of clothing and armor covering her breasts. It felt amazing, being licked in this manner, a part of her desperately wanting to remove the protective garment, to experience first hand that tongue on her noticeably hardened nipples. Why she could even imagine her licking a few other areas, lapping over every inch of her body, leaving no point untouched... Yet just as her tongue was making it's way over her breastplate, Aviana's world would rock suddenly. An impact striking the orc from without, yet lacking force enough to bring her down.<br/><br/>Urni's tonal shift after the impact, a clear indication to the dragongirl of what had happened, as her slow and steady ministrations, of one enjoying and savoring her meal, would turn into a much more quick, and violent attempt to pack away the meal that was rightfully hers. Aviana is immediately reminded of the woman's strength as her throat clamps down like a vice around her shoulders, tugging her violently into the woman's body. Though her tongue was still there, was still licking it's way across the exposed flesh of Aviana's stomach, the licks where much more rapid, hastened and to the point, focused on coating her body and extracting her flavor, as apposed to offering any deliberate means of pleasure. Something the dragon girl finds herself surprisingly upset about. Yet in her role as food, she realizes she has little say in the matter, as Urin's body is quick to remind her. Those very same lips that she'd dreaded passing moments ago, would slide down the hourglass curves of her body, clamping around her hips, suckling in her pert rump as Aviana's head dissapears from view, dipping low into the woman's abdomen. As within she's rushed down the length of her throat, pushed face first against a muscled ring, that manages to part just narrowly enough to admit her entry into her new home.<br/><br/>The dragongirl's senses are assaulted by a familiar fragrance, one that would offend the nostrils of most races, would strike terror into the hearts of men...and yet one that reminded her a lot of home. The undeniable stench of acid rushes up to great her, a smell she'd become accustomed to growing up in the care of black dragons. Even so Aviana realizes the danger in crossing that muscled ring, that threshold. Entering the woman's tummy, she was now by all rights, her food. Though acid may have a weaker effect on her body than most, she was well aware of it's persistent nature, her kindred's breath having been able to melt through even the sturdiest of metals, when given enough time. What chance did she have then of emerging from the orcish woman's stomach as anything other than a nutrient rich, dragongirl stew.... The thought was both terrifying, and yet at the same time, sparked more arousal in her heart. As more and more of her body is fed into the orc girl's belly. Her face being greeted by the slimy folds of Urni's stomach lining, the muscled sack squeezing in and conforming to the contours of her face, welcoming it's meal with an eager squeeze.<br/><br/>More and more of Aviana's body dissapears into Urni, slipping away from the outside world, replaced only by a vague outlines within the tightly stretched flesh of her orcish devouer. Her body, despite it's strength goes down quite easily, the smooth and scaled skin slipping over her tongue, treating her with bountiful amounts of flavor, wings being easily folded, arms tucked tightly to her side. Even her squirming is not all that intrusive, as by all accounts it would seem the dragon girl was neigh perfect for consumption. Her firm rounded rump, popping into her throat, would offer the last bit of resistance, as legs and  sinuous tail quickly make their way down the length of her throat. The latter offering one final flick to the outside world, before being slurped up akin to a black scaled noodle. The outstretched image of Aviana's body funnels down the length of her neck, vanishing behind her bountiful breasts, to round out her exposed stomach all the more readily. Her body being squeezed into it's place, compacted into a sexy little bulge, one that was tight and displayed the contours of the orcish woman's meal to the world around her, yet even in this regard Aviana's body was all too agreeable as a meal. For her light weight, and flexibility make the hindrances of swallowing a full sized meal, much less noticeably.<br/><br/>As the last of her legs and tail make their way down Urni's throat, Aviana is forced to curl inwards upon herself, squeezing her legs against her ample chest as she's packed away neatly within the orcish woman's middle. Rounding out her stomach nicely, displaying to the world Urini's most recent conquest, and current meal. The muscled ring above her sealing shut as the final bit of her tail slips from it's embrace, Aviana casts her gaze upwards, realizing just how much trouble she was currently in. She squirms within the constrictive stomach, feeling the powerful muscles pressed up against her, the strength of the woman's core bearing down on her, holding her in place as every push and wiggle is met by muscled walls shifting back into place the moment Aviana's pressure relents. The spongy sack she found herself in was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before... a sense of weightlessness assails her as she's rocked back and forth as Urni turns. Suspended and held up and within the other woman, Aviana has little footing from which to work with, little to gain leverage and push off of, as each section of stomach she pushes against only stretches and gives, allowing her to slip deeper in it's embrace, only to once again squeeze in all around her. To struggle needlessly she realizes could very well tire her out quick..yet the muffled sounds she hears on the outside world bode ill of her potential rescue. What's worse, despite knowing she needed to be free, needed not be in here...the longer she settled in, the more she focused on the smooth rippling walls around her, of the sounds and sensations of Urini's body at work, the more relaxed she seemed to become. After all it was dark...wet....warm, and smelled like acid, what more could the draconic blood in her veins ask for.<br/><br/>She just...needed a moment to compose herself....that's what she kept telling herself. As her blood burns hot in her veins, her cheeks flash red, mirroring the color of her hair,  and a fire ignites in her loins, one that had yearned to be quenched by a thorough tongue lashing from the orcish girl's tongue on passing, and yet had been left wanting. No doubt the taste of her arousal had added to her flavor. The heat, the excitement, the thrill,and the humiliation of the way Urni had treated her..it all just seemed to keep piling up, all seemed to keep distracting her from any real attempt at escape. She was better than this, was better than orc food, or any food for that matter! She kept telling herself that, and yet, her she is, curled tightly within the belly of an orc....<br/><br/>Though the stomach was relatively calm and soft now...Avina knew it could be just as savage as the woman it belonged too, and would have little trouble mashing her into a pulp once digestion truly took it's hold. Her efforts to free herself had proved fruitless at best...and with Jule's repeated attacks failing to down the orcish woman...Aviana's future as anything more than orc fat where looking grim. That is at least until she hears another nearby voice...the voice of... "Miku?...is that you?" Aviana calls out, pressing her face against the outer wall of the squeezing stomach. Straining to hear over the beat of Urini's heart, Aviana distinctly makes out the sound of the catgirl demanding her release...she does happen to catch onto the comment about belonging in her belly, though given her predicament she decides it's best not to put too much thought int these words. "You came, you truly came!" Aviana declares, happily, bouncing visibly with excitement within the orc's middle. Likely feeling quite enjoyable to her devourer, and possibly spurring her digestive system, on, though at this point Aviana didn't care, she was excited to know that her allies had not forgotten her, that they'd come to her aid, after all this confusion!<br/><br/><br/>Aviana<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;"><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/319827">escape attempt</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+14</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">18</span></div></div></div>