Actil doesn't so much as move a muscle when Cyria so very gingerly eases him down across her forelegs. He weighed so very little, a surprising fact given he was not exactly small, at least as far as height went. He just felt so<span style="font-style: italic">feathery</span>, his body - much like it looked - simply not carrying much mass. Whatever the well had done to him, it had done it BADLY, and it would likely take some time to recover, assuming he did at all. Still, he was alive, which was a step above the scattered almost-angelic bodies littering the dug-out trench.<br/><br/>Whilst the dragon-boy hardly moved in her grip, that did not keep his eyes from alighting on the large red-skinned girl when she turns to reguard them, his eyes widening in shock when she rather clearly NOTICES them, unlike the strange, 'blue' figures that had pretty well ignored them before. Sensing Cyria's tensing body, he reaches beneath him and clutches onto her forelegs, preparing for a rather bumpy ride..<br/><br/>...That never comes. By all accounts ,and what he'd SEEN, she should have been hostile...and yet, somehow,  the combined charm of both the human and the fairy seems to have somewhat mollified her from the get-go. Not that she's seemed especially hostile to begin with, at least at first glance.<br/><br/>Disa seems to absolutely PREEN under all of the attention, her long ,thick tail swishing eagerly back and forth behind her in excited sweeps, ESPECIALLY when she takes note of Johan's eyes and where they were looking "Humans used to exist..." She continues, further explaining herself, now that Johan has specifically called attention to it "...as did alot of other mortal races. I think my predecessors just kinda went overboard. Everyone has to eat you know, and armies require alot of food. Tough to get that food when the world around you is falling apart, isn't it?" Lifting a hand to her chin, she lightly strokes a fingertip across it, seemingly in thought "....Wonder why they just didn't stop. Oh well, not my place to know! Better minds than mine and all!" Tapping the same finger against her temple for emphasis, the big girl once more meets Johan's eyes.<br/><br/><br/>When Johan steps forwards, he finds her eyes gazing almost eagerly into his own. She was readable like the proverbial open book - clearly, having so much attention upon her was not only vastly improving her disposition, but every roam of his eyes made her try to further accentuate her curves, pushing her arms together against her breasts to create a veritable valley of cleavage between, jutting out her hip just a little more to show off the rather striking curvature of her rump. Truth be told, despite her more athletic appearance, she was a LOOKER, and it was decidedly hard not to at least cast at least one glance at her various 'assets'. "Well..." She pauses, biting her lower lip, a little flush rising to her cheeks, just barely visible against her already red flesh "Cutie...I don't know anything about a well, or what that is. Um, my forte is more...hitting things. Alot. Really hard, too. And--"<br/><br/><br/>Alura's intervention shifts her away from Johan, though the flush on her cheeks remains for the moment. The fairy flitting around her, examining her, getting close to her just to have a good look, also seems to work wonders. The girl certainly seemed expressive, if a little bit overly so, and the excited, happy swishes of her tail quite clearly tells her mood to be a favorable one, seemingly not minding the attention at all. Even when she comes close enough to simply reach out and grab, Disa's hands remain inactive, allowing Alura all the look she desired. From so close, the fairy detects a very faint 'spicy' scent permeating the air around her, and whilst it was very unique, it was not at all unpleasant. "Feeery? Fairy...? Oohhh, never seen one of you before, either...Alura!" She says proudly, her teeth flashing in delight when she nails the name "Oooohhh, the gems! Mages here get tired after casting too much magic, see? So, you use one of those gems, and they make you perk right back up! I...don't know how it works..." She admits, seemingly a little disappointed in her lack of ability to explain "I just eat them cause they're really tasty! Keeps my teeth sharp, too!" Hooking a finger beneath her lip, she pulls it back just enough to reveal her teeth. They were surprisingly long, nearly an inch and a half, and each of them was razor-sharp and just slightly backwards-curved, and pearly white.<br/><br/>As Alura flits about her, Disa's eyes folow, and once she decides upon her tail, the oni's eyes seem to light up from within "My tail?! Ohh, you like it?! You..." Again, she bites her lower lip, murmuring through her teeth "...Can touch it..." Something about  'touching her tail' clearly seems to EXCITE her somehow, and one could only imagine what it meant to such an exotic-looking creature "...You can too, cutie..." She murmurs, once more turning her attention to Johan, clearly in open invitation "...So, he thinks I'm pretty doe-ooooogghhh....?" The moment Alura's hand touches her tail, she shivers in excitement, her ears flicking backwards tighty against the side of her head. Her skin was surprisingly soft, and had an almost scale-like quality to it, but it was clearly skin. Most of all, though, it was so, so very warm, likely a good ten or so degrees above the average human body temperature...and, Alura can very clearly feel that temperature grow slightly when her fingertips course along the oni-girl's tail "...Wooow....Mortals...really are forwards, aren't they...? Mmm....not that I'm complaining..." She murmurs, arching her back sensually, which in turn further defines the luscious curvature of her shapely rear and hips.<br/><br/><br/>She engrossed is she in the little 'tail rub' that she seems to completely miss whatever else Alura had to say - at least, until she mentions 'wolf girl'. The moment the words escape her mouth, Disa's entire body tenses, her eyes growing wide in fear "Wolf girl...WOLF GIRL?!?! Oh geez, you mean the big one?! She's bad news, BAD news...she's one of the primals. Might as well be the leader. She was HERE?!!? Oh, this is bad...badbadbad..." Eyes no longer upon the party, she begins to scan the area over the edges of the Trench, head swiveling in nervous jerks. Nothing. No sign of her, no indication she'd ever been there.... "She...she likely moved on with the rest of her group. They....won, hands down. Now I know why. She's SCARY. I've seen her swallow up giants before..." Chewing on her lower lip, she returns her attention to Alura, ducking her head just slightly to make it less visible above the edges of the trench "...And onis. I saw her just pick up three of them, gulp them down like they were nothing. She's strong, and tough...and...eerrgggghhhh..." Shivering at the thought, her mood seems to deflate slightly, but only just "Glad I wasn't here. Aaand...I don't think there's any fae. Not that I know of. Or...wells. But, I dunno what you're talking about, there!"<br/><br/><br/>Cyria's approach actually seems to take Disa a little by surprise, but the sight of the open book and moving quill lights an absolute BLAZE in her eyes, her mood instantly perking right back up "Oh, oh, ohhhh!! You're a BARD?!?! Oh, PLEASE tell me you're going to write me into your epic!! Make me super pretty! Strong, too!! Ooo, can I be a protagonist?! I want some stanzas!! Pleasepleaseplease!!"<br/><br/>Reaching down, entirely heedless of Cyria's 'passenger', the big oni girl scoops her hands around the spidergirl's shoulders, kneeling down until she was face-to-face "I'll tell you all about it!! I'll tell you everything! Am I getting my own CHRONICLE?! I...I...Mm...Cryia...?" Her words simply slowly fade away, leaving the Oni sniffing delicately at Cyria's neck. Her grip firms slightly, fingers digging lightly into the spidergirl's shoulders, giving her a single glimpse at the immense strength contained just in her hands. It was SCARY. "Mm..Mm....you smell good...all of you do..." She whispers, sniffing again, ever so lightly, against Cyria's neck "Rr..just one taste...won't hurt..." In the blink of an eye, Cyria feels Disa's tongue flit outwards from between her lips and press wetly against the underside of her throat. The bright pink appendage was so soft and spongy, and so incredibly wet and warm. With a single, lavish upwards lick, Disa trails it upwards along the side of Cyria's neck, right up over her cheek, and then higher still, over her forehead. It ends with a little trail through her hair, leaving it slicked back with saliva, and a long, very wet trail of warmth tingling against the skin of her cheek and neck "Mmm...Mmmmm...yum..." She whispers almost needily, her grip becoming even more firm...<br/><br/>"Delicious...." A soft, eager little rumble of hunger<span style="font-style: italic">grrrgles</span>it's way from her tummy, and for a moment, it seems Cyria's assumption is correct - not only COULD she add her to her bust and waistline, she was very much considering it. Again, she leans in for a lick, her tongue sliding from between her lips...but she seems to think better of it, instead whipsering softly "Mmmff...don't eat the bard. Not the bard...Mm...give me a good line, okay? Something heroic and grand..."<br/><br/>Just as quickly as it had been there, her grip on Cyria's shoulders relaxes, and she stands back up to her full height, swirling her tongue happily across her lips "Mmm....Mmm. I'll tell you anything you want to know. Mm...I'll even take you...excuse me-" Drawing her tongue back between her lips, she suckles on it for a few seconds, her eyes filling with delight "Mm. There. Yum. Um, yeah. I'm not supposed to take prisoners...EVER." She emphasizes the word, glancing in Johan's direction "But, I'll make an exception this time. I'll just eat..." Glancing around the group, she finally settles on Anastasia, pointing at the fairy "Her..." With a glance behind her, she points once more - this time, focusing her finger upon Sasara "...And her! While they're digesting, I'll take you to my superiors, okay?! I won't even let anyone ELSE eat you!"<br/><br/>"Deal?!" She says brightly, her lips once more splitting into an absolutely enormous grin.<br/><br/>Anastasia, mouth dropping open and eyes growing wide, simply says "...What?!"<br/><br/>****************<br/><br/><br/>Aniel once more slips a hand around Sasara's waistline, seemingly growing ever-more at ease now that the fear of being eaten alive seems to have become a thing of the past. Her other hand once more deftly delves down to the naga's nethers, stroking gently against the little scale that had shifted earlier ,giving her access to the tightness and warmth of Sarasa's most intimate areas. Flushing a little bit, the dragon-girl allows her eyes to once more slowly shift downwards to Sarasa's breasts, biting her lower lip as she takes in the sight of the delectable, full, rounded orbs hanging so prominently upon the naga's chest.<br/><br/>"Are your breasts the ONLY thing of yours that is mine...?" She whispers seductively, continuing to swirl her fingertip along the little delicate scale that covered her nethers, clearly not quite trying to get access to what was beneath, but simply offering the naga some further stimulation.<br/><br/>Mention of a 'dozen busty barmaids' makes Aniel tremble slightly in her coils, her tummy emitting a soft rumble at the thought "Mmff...I...would certainly like to try one or two. Maybe more..."<br/><br/><br/>((Being the only one completely above ground, Sasara needs to make a perception check!))