“The Spires of Paluur Draal,” Elanna murmurs lazily into Alizome's ear. The thrum of the conductor-stones beneath is clearly audible, sprawled on the floor of the car, and it grows louder as the train begins a long, slow turn towards the east. “The city has lain in ruins for almost four thousand years. Maybe now Darguun is a nation again, the goblinoids will rebuild their city. They say the towers wore hats of gold, and shone like the midday sun,” Elanna sighs. “We'll be in Korranberg within the hour. I'd better bring this one up,” she rubs her belly, poking Xarces's out of his euphoric stupor, “if you're to have time to help me with my bullock,” she continues. “I trust you won't mind if I digest<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>.”<br/><br/>“No,” Alizome laughed, “bullocks are meant to be digested.”<br/><br/>“So's Xarces,” Elanna purrs, her lips teasing Alizome's ear. “So are you.”<br/><br/>Alizome shivered. She was abruptly aware that gently massaging Elanna's tum, teasing Xarces's with the odd prod or squeeze, had left her arm pinned beneath Elanna's stomach by his weight.<br/><br/>There's a knock at the door.<br/><br/>“Teasing,” Elanna says, hauling herself upright, the mass of Xarces spilling forward and pressing Alizome even more firmly into the floor. “You'd have to beg really prettily to make me want you digested into my breasts rather than suckling on them.”<br/><br/>“Should we pull up the blanket?” Alizome asks, letting the perversion – and a hint of disappointment – slide off her.<br/><br/>“Linda?” Elanna calls.<br/><br/>“Yes,” the naga replies.<br/><br/>Elanna rolls her shoulders. “I say let her look,” she grins wickedly. “Come in!” She calls, before Alizome has the chance to object.<br/><br/>The door opens, and the Naga slithers her way inside. Linda's eyes widen a little, as she considers the two beautiful, naked women, the pretty elf pinned beneath the writhing bulk of Elanna's full belly. The stench of their sex assails her merely human nose. On her sensitive snaketongue, it feels like thick, creamy soup.<br/><br/>Linda smiles, slithers within, and shuts the door behind her. “This is everything I know about the Blood of Vol in Karnath,” she says, proffering the parchment. “How to find them, and what might persuade them to help you. Its not much, but it's the best I can do.”<br/><br/>“Thank you,” Elanna says. Impulsively, she seizes Linda's wrist rather than taking the letter, and pulls the naga down for a quick kiss. It lingers, tongue on tongue, as Alizome enjoys the sight of Linda's breasts swaying hypnotically above her face. “I need to throw up your companion, now,” Elanna murmurs as she breaks the kiss, slipping Linda's letter into her décolletage. “Can you find your sweet shy plantgirl friend for me? I've something for her.” Linda nods, and as she departs, Alizome gives Elanna a strange look. “I could explain, but there's not much time and you'll see anyway,” Elanna says, “if you've only got a few minutes with my tongue,” she continues, squirming down Alizome's body between her legs, squishing Xarces's beneath her full weight as the motion churns him within her tum, “how would you prefer I spend it,” she teases as her hot breath tickles Alizome's wet centre. Then she leans forward and begins to lick.<br/><br/>{As a practical purpose, this serves to get Linda out of the room for her forthcoming scene with Aethon, and to bring Prinne back into the story a bit  more. I'll straightforwardly assume Linda finds Prinne and encounters Aethon after Prinne's entered the cabin. Robert's body is stored in the 'baggage' section of the private car, so Aethon can access that to cast 'Gentle Repose' without any trouble, and its reasonable to assume Elanna would want this. Assuming Prinne actually goes...}<br/><br/>“Prinne,” Elanna purrs as the plantgirl enters on her writhing tentacles, “pretty Prinne. You remind me a lot of me. Before, well,” she strokes her belly lightly. “Robert was good for me. Xarces has been better. But now it's time for me to give him up,” she says, rising from where she'd lain, sprawled atop a deeply sexually satisfied Alizome. “No,” Elanna says, as Alizome herself tries to rise, shifting to once again squeeze the elfgirl beneath her bulky belly. “I saw what you did to Prinne earlier, then you went and fucked another girl. So she's going to get to come and sit on your face, whilst I make sure you stay there.”<br/><br/>Elanna pauses, at the expression on Prinne's face.<br/><br/>“You don't have to,” Elanna says. “But if you did I'd very much like to kiss you. Although,” her tongue flickers out to taste her lips, “I do have a certain elf's flavor all over my face. See,” she says, “<span style="font-style: italic">I</span>have to give Xarces's up. But there's no reason he has to come<span style="font-style: italic">out</span>,” she smiles, and rubs her squirming belly. “Not when he likes being in a belly so much.” {In case the implication is not clear, she's flirting with the idea (and with Prinne), of throwing Xarces's up whilst kissing Prinne so that he can go straight into the plantgirls tummy}.<br/><br/>{I was going to write something for Jules and Bellicious, but I haven't yet, and given my current pace maybe the game will progress whilst I'm writing. Feel free to RP amongst yourselves, anyway}.