<span style="font-weight: bold">Shadowoman (for Jules, Synys)</span><br/><br/>“Mmm,” I purred, stretching comfortably, outlining Jules’s shape against my distended belly as the various obscuring smokescreens dissipated. “He was delicious,” I continued, gently petting my tum as he writhed and massaged my insides. I doubted it would be the last time Jules was eaten, not with such a pretty predatory naga and foxwoman, and the handsome centaur amongst his companions, and the elf and halfdemon both at least<span style="font-style: italic">exploring</span>their predatory sides - assuming he escaped<span style="font-style: italic">my</span>gut. “I really recommend making him a meal when you get the chance,” I continued, yawning.<br/><br/>“For now,” I said, conjuring a comfortable array of cushions from the smoke, “I think I’ll take a little nap~” I finished, settling atop them, and curling around my gurgling belly. Within, acids were already beginning to drip onto Jules’s curled form…<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Digestion vs Jules… no strong intent, acid only 1d6… 6!</span>Jules takes 6 points of acid damage (m<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/190480">http://orokos.com/roll/190480</a>m)...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Taste (for Aethon)</span><br/><br/>I felt the centaur rise, from my places in his belly and balls. Already his acids and the processes of spermatization worked upon my bodies, only aided by my grinding and pleasuring myself against the fleshy walls of my prisons. He begins to walk - naturally, I’m of no more thought than any other pleasant, but now completed meal - and I sway in the hammock of his tum, am squeezed as his ballsack wobbles back and forth between the steps of his hindlegs. All of it serves to speed my digestion. Already I can feel myself growing less defined, more…<span style="font-style: italic">mushy</span>.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Oblatwo</span><br/><br/>"Oh there it is!!! that tongue....those lips......your throat!" Xarces moans out, whimpering as he is helpless to resist her, a slave to oblatwo's mouth. Slowly, the smokescreen begins to dissipate, revealing Xarces lewd face, the gyration and grinding of his hips within the passage of her throat, the bulge of his cock visible as it stretches out the flesh of her neck - clear signs of his utter delight at being her willing meal.<br/><br/>"Yes! Oh god yes!" he cried out, bucked, and came. A tiny trace of cum spattered to Oblatwo’s lips.<br/><br/>“Mmm,” she purred happily, and licked it from them.<br/><br/>Without mercy or hesitation, she swallowed him, gulping down the bulging tum containing her digesting sib, his strong chest, smooth neck, pausing only to lick a mixture of his cum and her saliva across his face, tasting, enjoying… and gulping it down. It’s outline, nose, lips, eyes, chin, clear within the stretchy flesh of her throat as he was forced down, curling up into in massively distended - and oh-so-tightly stretched - tum. It gurgled its appreciation, and she petted it, making him wobble and jounce.<br/><br/>“I think I’ll join you in that nap,” she said, making her wobbly way towards the bed her fellow stomach-distended shadowoman had conjured.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Tenderfour</span><br/>The usual - vore, sex and digestion<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;">Almost as soon as the futanaga’s finished cumming, I’m hoisted from her cock and lifted towards her lips. Her smile is warm - the sex <span style="font-style: italic">had</span> been good - but hungry, and its clear, as far as she’s concerned, I’m nothing but food. Swiftly, without a hint of remorse, she swallows me up, her throat relaxed and comfortable after the passage of so many large creatures. Not that I resist - indeed, I wriggle eagerly all the way down to my destiny. <br/><br/>My sib, Tenderone, greets me gently, with warm and welcoming kisses, and our fingertips explore each other’s bodies, hers already beginning to soften around the edges, mine melting in the middle, as she began to push the futanaga’s acids within me. Orgasm came fast and hard, spilling out of us in a wave of smoke that formed a new sister, bulging the futanaga’s stomach yet further. Giggling, she began to stroke and play, teasing the naga’s stomach as much as our nethers… only the blackscales we shared the tight space with would’ve objected, had they been in any condition to do so, as the vigour of our… activities… began to break their bones and flesh down even faster than the naga’s stomach could, till we rolled and played in a thick, nutritious mush that her gut was all to happy to suck from out tender, slowly digesting flesh…</div></div></div>