OOC: Sorry for the delay, was at a conference. Hopefully things will be better from now on, but I’m wary of making promises. I've attached a more complete list of feats. As to items, if there is something you want please let me know and I will try to add it to some treasure in the future. Of note: There are these two ‘quest items’ plus a spear of religious significance to a peaceable group of lizardfolk who were being forced to pay tribute to the blackscales. Otherwise there were, are and will be gold/gems/valuables and so forth...<br/><br/>Vore and Sex, and some 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;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Oblatione</span><br/><br/>I moaned, hot and wet, breathing the miasma of Xarces’s stomach as it massaged me into <span style="font-style: italic">melting</span>. I could feel it on my ass, breasts, <span style="font-style: italic">cunt</span>... forcing my fingers deep, as acids only <span style="font-style: italic">slightly</span> diluted by my sexjuice began to strip the flesh from my nerves, reducing me to pure erotic <span style="font-style: italic">sensation</span>... helpless, ecstatic, I <span style="font-style: italic">writhed</span>...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Oblatwo</span><br/><br/>Slowly, I swallowed him, savouring the flavour of his legs and the <span style="font-style: italic">anticipation</span> of his cock… and his full, writhing tum. “Someone’s having fun in there,” I said, watching his tum tremble before me, as I chewed thoughtfully on his balls, a rough massage of teeth and tongue and lips. Slowly, I licked the base of him, drawing a seasoning drop of precum forth to his tip, and greedily slurping it. “Someone’s having fun out <span style="font-style: italic">here</span>,” I continued, although really, I thought <span style="font-style: italic">both</span> of us were. Certainly, I meant to take my time with my meal…<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Tenderfour (for Linda)</span><br/><br/>The futanaga’s cock… swallows <span style="font-style: italic">both</span> my sisters effortlessly, dragging them down to swell her balls. The number of me within her... plus the blackscaled lizards who’d, in their poor ignorant way tried to worship here… rendered her almost immobile. <br/><br/>"I seem to have gotten a little ahead of myself,” she - Linda - said. “Wouldn't happen to be willing to take the lead down there would you? Not being able to reach you doesn't mean I'm full.”<br/><br/>I rose, knowing I’d soon be part of the crowd struggling and writhing and digesting somewhere within her, and straddled her cock. It was vast, swollen by the passage of my siblings, and even with the lubrication of my arousal and the fluidity of my nature it took my full weight for me to slip down onto it. Impaled, I knelt atop her balls, feeling the <span style="font-style: italic">squishiness</span> of my sisters within. I rode her and them, her firm, they disintegrating into cum beneath our ministrations. Some little portion of them would cum back into me… then the futanaga would finish us all… truly, she was amazing… a perfect destiny, and I could’ve hoped for none better...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Taste</span><br/><br/>I gasp, as he pulls out of me, way, way, back, and thrusts… around me. I squirm my knees together, within his grossly distended head, rubbing against the most sensitive parts of him. He pulls me up into a kiss that slowly engulfs my head, and I whimper, knowing I’m going to be eaten but not how. I’m wet, so wet for him, so lubricated I’ll slip down easy, and deliciously well seasoned… he… wars over me, mouth and cockmouth, his lips sucking me to my breasts, then cockhead pulling me back to my hips, back, forth, with the same easy rhythm as he’d fucked me. <br/><br/>Need… urgency of purpose that feels so, so right, <span style="font-style: italic">happens</span> as I <span style="font-style: italic">split</span> for him, gushing into myself until there’s <span style="font-style: italic">two</span> of me, and neither his balls nor his tum will go hungry for want of <span style="font-style: italic">Taste</span>... I’m cradled in his arms, <span style="font-style: italic">and</span> upto my waist in the warm wetness of his cock… and <span style="font-style: italic">neither</span> sensation lasts. <br/><br/>He swallows me fast, till I dangle headfirst down his long oesophagus, and his tongue samples the flavour of my nethers, counterpoint for his own rich flavour coating my legs. Then soon I’m within him entirely, sliding down towards the roiling pit that is my destiny… bare dragonbones lie within, resisting digestion with all their strength… my own, I know, will have no such endurance. I pick one, already smoothed by the work of his muscles and acids, and slip myself onto it, begining to fuck myself in the deep confines of his tum, moaning pleasure as he begins to digest me...<br/><br/>His cock engulfs me, the smooth curve of my abdomen, till it squishes and plays with my breasts, and my palms and fingertips tease it with resistance - easily overcome. His broad horsechest swells above me as his cockhead slips around me lips, nose eyes, till all that remains is a spray of hair… and then not even that, as I’m forced to curl into the tightness of his balls, dangling thick and full of me between his legs...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">(for Jules)</span><br/><br/>“Hush, sweetness,” the shadowoman says, gently rubbing her bulging tum. The presence of a meal within it, even if only for a little while, is quite, quite divine. “I’m <span style="font-style: italic">remaking</span> you. Then you’ll be able to wriggle your way free,” her hand pauses in its soothing ministrations. “Or if not, well, even divine spells require the <span style="font-style: italic">occasional</span> sacrifice…<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">(for Sansuki)</span><br/><br/>Silently, the shadowform shakes its head, taking a determined step back. Within you, a trail of energy caresses, shivering your spine and tingling between your thighs… the hot, smoky environment no longer feels half so unpleasant though...</div></div></div>