<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;">After some discussion with Praexon, I've decided to rewrite Alyssa's response to allow for interaction with the returning party (and to accommodate a time-starved DM). Consider this post a replacement for the second half of my previous response.<br/><br/>I guess Mindy's going to have one less belly to rub... well, for now anyway  <img alt=":wink:" src="./images/smilies/wink.gif" title="Wink"/></div></div></div><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Jess wrote:</cite>"So would you, maybe..." Jess pauses, gives Alyssa a look that likely gets her heart speeding up again. "...you maybe want me to...?" She hesitates, not out of lack of interest (she's barely holding back as it is) but out of a residual fear of doing something that might ruin her welcome and get her smote.<br/>"It wouldn't be for real, 'course..."</div></blockquote><br/>"I..." Alyssa begins, but falls abruptly silent as apprehension catches the words in her throat. For several torturous moments, the only sound her body can produce is the fluttering beat of her heart as her conflicting emotions vie for control of her vocal chords.<br/><br/>Part of her- no doubt the same part responsible for her erotic dreams- is eager to accept Jess's offer and realize the fantasy she's held for the latter half of her life. Another part resists just as ardently, pointing out the gleam in Jess's eye and reminding her of all the things that could go horribly, fatally wrong if she assents. After all, she has no guarantee Jess will be able to maintain her control; another taste of tiefling flesh might be all it takes to convince her to play rough- assuming, that is, that the "game" isn't simply a ruse to lure in unsuspecting prey...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">No, I mustn't think like that! If anything, Miss Jess ought to be suspicious of me- I've tried to mislead her, provoked her into attacking me, and made her listen to such an outrageous story. And for all that, she's shown incredible patience and restraint, and even offered to help me!<br/><br/>Help me to fill her belly, that is...<br/><br/>If she'd intended to make a meal of me, she would have done so when she first discovered me- the fact that she's reigning in her desire even now is proof of her sincerity. After what I've put her through, I owe her this...<br/><br/>No, that isn't true either. I can't think of this as an obligation, or it'll be no better than if I rejected her. I have to want this- no, I have to want</span>her,<span style="font-style: italic"> or it won't mean anything at all.</span><br/><br/>As she reaches her conclusion, the anxious tightening in Alyssa's throat dissipates, allowing her to speak again.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, Miss Jess, but I don't think I can accept your offer." Alyssa turns to face Jess, almost relenting when she sees the dejection creeping into the huskygirl's expression. Forcing herself to remain strong, she lays a reassuring hand atop Jess's before she continues. "Please, don't be upset! I want to accept, but I'm not fully prepared for this- I need time to consider, to ensure that I'm doing this for the right reasons. Once I've spent more time with you, I'm sure I'll have a more satisfactory answer."<br/><br/>As she waits, trying to gauge Jess's reception of her answer, another thought pops into her head, one she can't help but laugh at as she shares it with Jess. "Besides, if you ate me right now, I'd taste like soap, wouldn't I?"