((Sorry, everyone, for the delay here. Know it's been a bit. Stuff just kept popping up that killed motivation. That being said, hopefully I can get this back full-steam-ahead now. I believe the last 3 responses I needed was Ambrose, Xarces, and Jermayan to end this round and head into the next one. They'll be coming up in short order. ))<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Sasara </span><br/><br/>Sasara can feel the faint crackle of magical energy as the half-devoured practitioner again tries to call the energies of his surroundings into being. A task that proves to be rather difficult to do, especially when half-stuffed inside of a naga's throat, and...having very special attention paid to his more delicate areas. "Ngrr..aah..!" As Sasara's lips crest his hips, Ambril desperately presses his hands against her cheeks, trying to push back against the unforgivingly tight embrace of the naga's throat. Physical strength does not seem to be his greatest asset, though, and little by little the 'human' squeezes deeper and deeper into her throat.<br/><br/>Now that she's gotten a good taste of him, it becomes readily apparent that he is certainly not JUST human - there's a little bit of infernal blood mixed in there somewhere, and it gives such a rich, spicy, smoky flavor on top of the more delicate taste of human that it's hard not to enjoy it. Every wiggle, every twitch, spread his flavor more along the interior of Sasara's mouth and across her tongue, veriably dousing her tastebuds with the unique and interesting flavor - not to mention, the slightly stronger taste of his maleness as her tongue glides along it's length, stroking and caressing even as it begins to crest the back of her mouth and slide into her throat proper.<br/><br/>(Will save against 'Dirty Tactics' - 13. Ambril is swallowed 'helpless'.)<br/><br/>"Mmmm-gah! L-let...go..!" There is an altogether brief moment when Sasara feels her meal's struggles lessen slightly, his body going rigid in pleasure as the hot, slick embrace of her throat more fully encompasses his shaft. Every swallow, she can feel the hardened pressure of the man's shaft squeezed against the inside of her throat, every undulation of her muscles drawing him deeper and deeper - and rippling so very pleasantly across the sensitive length buried within her throat. More and more, she feels his once-straining muscles loosen, his mind trapped between the fear of being eaten by a naga, and the pleasure of that slick, sensual tongue, the warmth and wetness of her throat against his shaft, the tightness that awaited him as he sank ever-deeper...<br/><br/>..It was a moment Sasara easily put to use.<br/><br/>'Slrrrch!'<br/><br/>Another powerful swallow, and Ambril's face is hidden by the bunched-up cloth of his robe, which Sasara easily pulls up and away, leaving him bare save for a small pouch hung from a silken rope at his hip, pressed against his bare skin. That, though, proves to be little distraction, and with another powerful swallow, Sasara feels the man's arms slide between her lips, his grip slipping off of her lips and into the hot confines of her mouth. Another quick swallow, and his head disappears between her lips, his slowly-decending form little more than a bulge in her torso, and - further down - a quickly growing vaguely humanoid bulge in her snakelike stomach.<br/><br/>(Ambril has been swallowed!)