Xarces is pleasantly surprised as the priestess sends the blackscale holding him sprawling to the floor, eager to have him wiggle down her throat on his own accord......and wiggle he would. The bard compelled to see himself locked away within her belly, compelled to see how this all was going to play out. While at the same time, he could not help but to feel utterly helpless for what could possibly be the first time in his life. Her strength was amazing, how easily she handled, him, how effortlessly she sent him down into her awaiting belly.<br/><br/>Glimpsing one last time at the light of the world, Xarces feels the powerful tug of her slick throat, pulling him back completely into it's embrace. Her uvula lightly bops against the front of his face, moments before the flesh of her throat is closing in all around him. Pushing the remainder of his body down to fill out her impressive tum.<br/><br/>Xarces continues to squirm, rub, and wiggle, continuing his performance as he is locked away tightly within her. (This....is much like I had imagined...) he realizes, running an open palm along the slime coated walls before him, the very walls which he has dreamt to be his downfall, to break him down into little more then a nutritious paste. A pleasured sigh was the reward he receives, as moments later a light sway signified motion from without....only to come to rest a short distance away. From within the priestess' stomach, Xarces was unable to tell just what was happening, where she had gone, and what she intended to do. All he knew is that her powerful stomach walls seemed to remain relaxed, only offering the lightest of massages, when he knew them capable of bone breaking strength. (She....does not aim to digest me?....at least not yet anyways....) the bard wonders. Slightly confused, and yet ultimately thankful for this opportunity.<br/><br/>"Priestess...I have seen this moment in my dreams, have been devoured by you time and again within my mind's eye......though I never imagined how decisive it would be...how dominanatingly enjoyable......your tummy truly is marvelous" the bard speaks to her in a melodic voice, squirming along every nook of her expansive gut which hardly sags under his weight, supporting him quite handily in fact. His feathery wings spread and slide within her, adding an extra layer of stimulation, as Xarces' own mind begins to wander on his heritage. (What if it where true....surely it makes sense....I mean, I never knew my parents.....I could just as easily be as the lizardfolk believe.....the tongue matches....the wings fit....and that would explain my love for scales.....) he cannot help but offer a thankful kiss to her stomach wall as this thought triggers his feelingd for shaklik, and the comfort that all the lizard tums he has been within have brought him. (Would it not be an appropriate end.....to be digested by her?....For my divine body, to return to that of the lizardfolk....through my consumption, and digestion....) A morbid and chilling thought, and yet the idea brings a slight smile to his lips as it was, in his mind, poetic.<br/><br/>Whatever the end result of this meeting would be...he could not deny that he felt it, felt something welling up within him. For as he rubs out against the walls of her belly, his body moves with a pleasurable fluidity and familiarity which surprises even him. Without even trying he matches the motions of her stomach perfectly. Caresses his digits down to dip within folds in her stomach lining, to press and touching in all the right places, having known her belly for mere seconds, and yet the way in which he treats it, it seems as if he has been servicing her tum for an entire lifetime.<br/><br/><br/><br/>[[Xarces: working to rub and subdue her from within, using the aid of his performance.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/146612">Massage</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+8</span><span style="font-weight: bold">27</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/146613">Nonlethal</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d3+5</span><span style="font-weight: bold">7</span>