((May or may not continue to post like this, responding to individual people...makes it easier on me in the short term, but it also means more waiting for the people who post later. x3 I dunno, still messing with it. Anyway, Sarasa oughta have a response up soon, and I'm gonna be working on Xarces and Jermayan shortly thereafter! ))<br/><br/>With a casual roll of her tongue along her lips, Drodjee gathers up the last little bits of Johan's flavor, sighing pleasantly as the taste settles onto her tastebuds. Her tongue stops suddenly at her tusk - cloth? Oh, she'd managed to get his pants hooked on her tusk on the way down. Plucking the un-needed clothing from her teeth, Drodjee eyes it for a split second. Wouldn't be worth much, and her food didn't really need any anymore, either.  Unlike his boots, not even worth toting back. With an absentminded flick of her wrist, Drodjee discards the now-unneeded pants to the side of the road, idly picking at her teeth with a fingernail just in case any more fabric had gotten ripped and lodged between them.<br/><br/>Smacking her lips, the half-orc's free hand gives her belly another satisfied little pat, around the vicinity of where Johan's saliva-and-digestive-slime coated head are pressed against the slick, squishy inner walls of her stomach. It's a sensation Johan can feel all too well, the rubbing of her fingers against him through the tightly-stretched walls of her belly, pressing the gooey, silky-soft walls of her insides even more tightly up against his face "Ahhhh....y'know..." She murmurs, still picking at her teeth with a pinky finger "...bein' half human myself, woulda figured I'd not like the taste so much. Mmm, though...gotta admit, felt nice stuffin' ya down. Pity those damn pants got in the way." Sucking the last little bit of flavor off her pinkytip, Drodjee settles back a little to readdress the battle situation.<br/><br/><br/><br/>She was full, and whilst she was more than capable of stuffing down another one of these delectable people, having to tote their digesting forms back to town would take far, far more effort than she was willing to use. Her stomach had something to work on for the next day or two, and oooohhhh, did it feel NICE. So, looks like it'd be the sword for the rest - likely a good thing, it looked like the pig and the scorpion had both been dropped, likely permanently. Ahh well, less people to feed the survivors too. Meant she might get a second helping after all! It's only after her stomach started to softly gurgle that the man's voice reaches her ears, just barely loud enough for her to hear over the din of battle, and the soft-but-eager groaning of her stomach kicking into gear to process the delectable human who'd been so unwillingly squeezed within.<br/><br/>Don't digest? For a moment, the half-orc just stares down at her stomach incredulously. He was a 'more fearsome' opponent? Well, he'd went down easily enough, and while he HAD injured their oh-so-ratty leader quite a bit, it'd not been enough to actually drop her. Besides, in her stomach there was little to do but squirm and digest - both of which would do little more than bring her all the more delight "Hah...hahahaha!" The laughter that reaches Johan's ears, much like the voice she'd taunted him with earlier, was JUST gruff enough to have a sort of orcish tilt to it, but there was still a sweet, mostly humanoid voice under it. It was...surprising, in a way, given the woman had just swallowed him alive and was perfectly content to digest him as such.<br/><br/>"Don't digest? Hah, well...hardly seems a reason to stick you in my stomach then, isn't there? Nah, you delicious lil' man...as fun as it woulda been t'drag you off an have my way with you, you'll bring me plenty of pleasure right where'y are. Mmm, how bout this...you give me a nice massage on the inside while I'm digestin' you....and i'll see about drinkin' some ale when we get back. Can have a last drink before y'become fat on my chest, huh? Hahaha!" Johan feels his slick, slimy world bouncing slightly as the orcish woman has a good laugh, immediately followed by another pat on her stomach, as if giving it the 'go ahead' to start processing the delectable man in earnest.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Grrruuuuaaannnn... </span><br/><br/>All around Johan, the wet, fleshy sounds of her stomach squeezing against him assault his ears, mingling with the excited beating of her heart somewhere above. Though there didn't seem to be any increase in the FLOW of acids, Johan could certainly feel the digestive juices starting to trickle across his back and shoulders, pooling beneath him and making his skin feel a little bit on the itchy side. It'd take likely a good twenty or thirty minutes before it became actually painful, but even it's presence was enough to start sapping at his strength, even as the powerful walls of her stomach squeezed in more tightly about him, working him into a smaller and smaller little ball, eager to turn him into just a helpless ball of meat it could digest at it's whims.<br/><br/>"Heh...now, the question is, d'you want a lil' company down there? Someone to talk to while you're digestin'? I'm full, but y'know, I could stuff one of your squirmy little friends down to join you, mm? Maybe that spid-GAAAAHHHH!" So interested had Drodjee been in her meal, she'd not even seen the spider swiveling her attention to her.<br/><br/>The sudden flash of color that sprays across her face instantly has her hands over her eyes, her stumbling backwards in an effort to get out of the effects of the spell - but too late "GAAAH!!! MY EYES!! WHAAAAAT THE HELLS IS THAT, A RAINBOW?! OH GAAAH!!! WHAT THE Grrrrrrrrrr!!!!" Howling in rage, Drodjee stumbles around, rubbing feircly at her eyes in an effort to see again....<br/><br/><br/>((Drodjee is stunned AND blinded...for 3 rounds! Then stunned for 1 more. XD Well, poor orc...it won't prevent digestion damage, but it will prevent pretty well everything else!<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/383284">Willsave on Color spraaaay!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+1</span><span style="font-weight: bold">6</span>))