<span style="font-weight: bold">Gift (for Alizome)</span><br/><br/>Gift giggles, and rubs Alizome’s tummy. “But right now you<span style="font-style: italic">do</span>want to eat me,” she says definitively, “and<span style="font-style: italic">right now</span>you<span style="font-style: italic">like</span>the idea of eating other girls in the future. Nothing stopping you snacking on barmaids and making good money wriggling around in the stomachs of Baronesses,” she teases, pressing against you, roughly massaging the mass in your tum, breaking it up and melting it away. “Besides, eat me and you<span style="font-style: italic">will</span>keep liking the idea of girls digesting down there,” she continues, “it’ll even get easier, whether they’re as willing as I am or not… although,” Gift seems struck by a sudden, unexpected thought, “if your<span style="font-style: italic">services</span>are for sale… what<span style="font-style: italic">does</span>letting you melt my body away in your tum buy me, first?” She asks, brushing her lips against yours. There’s a hot, musky scent of her in the air, her bare nipples arrowhead hard against your chest, her body making clear enough what she wants…<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Tender (for Linda)</span><br/><br/>Tender negligently waves her hand, and dark smoke billows, engulfing you both in a hot, thick veil of privacy. “I<span style="font-style: italic">would</span>prefer a private stomach, if you have one,” she giggles. Pauses. Lets out a hot, shuddering breath. “Do me, then digest me, gorgeous,” she murmurs, resting one hand on a sexily cocked hip.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Taste (for Aethon)</span><br/><br/>“I’m your meal, handsome,” she says. “I don’t think it’s unreasonable to want you to rut my brains out with your thick, long…” she shivers, eyes thickening with lust. “How about you take<span style="font-style: italic">advantage</span>of my body before you digest it, hmm…?”<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Offering (for Xarces)</span><br/><br/>“Sorry, sweetheart,” Oblation says. “One sister per adventurer.” Sense Motive DC 17<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;">Lies. Utter lies. She just doesn’t want to share.</div></div></div>“Still…” she continues, “since your indecision has<span style="font-style: italic">me</span>feeling so<span style="font-style: italic">conflicted</span>and<span style="font-style: italic">divided</span>...” Oblation flows back into thick smoke, which begins to thin and pull apart, one figure straining and separating itself into two… when she re-solidifies into her gorgeous, corporeal form, she’s<span style="font-style: italic">twins</span>.<br/><br/>“I’m not putting up with this anymore,” Oblatione snaps firmly. “You’re going fulfil my destiny by digesting me properly.” She pauses, hands on hips, legs spread, utterly unashamed at her complete exposure. “<span style="font-style: italic">After</span>you’ve thanked me for the delicious meal by bringing me to orgasm,” she insists.<br/><br/>“I- um-” Oblatwo stammers, shifting shyly, till with a waft of smoke dark, shimmering scales cover her bare nipple and the soft place between her thighs. “I’d like to eat you,” she blushes, glancing away. “Once you’re done with her. I-If that’s alright?”<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Indulgence (for Synys)</span><br/><br/>OOC: I’ll be honest, I messed up and left your response out of the last post… sorry<br/><br/>“There’s no-one in there anymore, gorgeous,” a voice says, as another, equally pretty form ghosts out of the smoke and into reality. “See,” she continues, pressing firmly against the bulge of your belly. The… mass… that’d been Offering squishes, and you can feel it beginning to break apart. “You have such fierce insides,” Indulgence continues, and her eagerness is clear. “I hope<span style="font-style: italic">I’ll</span>be seeing them soon?” She smiles. “You sent my sister to heaven. You will send me there too, won’t you?”