((I am pretty sure, if I'm reading the rules correctly...concentration check is 10+spell level+cmb? I'm not entirely sure if it's the modified CMB for grapple or not, and I have no idea if the +5 to maintain a grapple is applied to this as well. Overall, this is pretty confusing, and I'll certainly figure it out before this comes up again.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/382602">Concentration!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+4</span><span style="font-weight: bold">23</span><br/><br/>Ambril attempts to cast 'shocking grasp' on Sasara, since his attempts to crawl away are pretty much useless! However, he can't even hope to concentrate at all, I believe...so, unless one of his allies ends up coming to save him, it's only a matter of time before he's snake food. Unless he gets REALLY lucky. x3 Luck that was not with him this round!<br/><br/>Also, I am...admittedly bad at writing male reactions. x3 So, do bare with me, this is pretty much an entirely new can of worms to me. XD))<br/><br/><br/>Deep within the tightly-stretched confines of Sasara's throat, Ambril's legs jerk and twitch, trying desperately to pull themselves free from the greedy, fleshy tube that eagerly pulls them - and him along with them - ever inwards. Though it's a fight for survival to Ambril, Sasara finds it to be a rather pleasant massage. It's clear the young man does not have the martial training or even the strength required to extract himself from her throat, and while a stronger, tougher individual might very well have made her throat uncomfortable, Ambril's struggles only manages to heighten her excitement, dragging the bare flesh of his legs against the squishy, saliva-slickened interior of her esophagus. It also didn't help that every jerk spread more of his flavor along her tongue, coating it in that strange, smokey taste that while odd, was incredibly delicious. Judging by the flavor, the human shared the blood of something else somewhere in his ancestry, and Sasara could certainly thank them for the unique taste. It was MARVELOUS.<br/><br/>Being a little sensitive to magic herself, Sarasa FEELS every bit as much as she sees the panic-stricken human calling upon the finicky forces of magic to save him from his predicament. The faint tingle of magic that starts to trickle throughout his body only further increases his flavor, adding to it a sort of 'spice' that was difficult to describe but bordered on sweet, making her mouth veritably water in delight. The unique flavor of his skin, the faint flavor of magic, the clean taste of whatever he'd used to bathe likely the night before...it was a veritable cornucopia of flavors, and each movement of Sasara's tongue was rewarded with another taste.<br/><br/>The magical energy finally begins to coalesce in his hands, both of them sweeping out at her head just as she begins to work her jaws upwards along his hips. The first swipe misses, the crackling energy contained in his fingertips lashing out at her skin, giving her little jolting shocks, but not enough to actually harm her. His first attempt foiled, he grabs again, reaching for her shoulders...<br/><br/><br/>...Only for her tongue to dance along his manhood, just as it's squeezed into the hot, fleshy confines of her throat. The sudden shock of pleasure makes his entire body jerk, his eyes widening at the sensation, and a soft, needy little groan of delight escaping his lips, despite his situation "Nnnggh....ooh g-gods..." He whispers under his breath, the crackling energy in his hands flickering uncertainly, then simply dissipating, the magic within scattering to the winds "Oh crap! F...HELP! GAAAH!' His magic lost, the man once more sets to squirming ineffectually in Sasara's grasps, trying to crawl backwards along the ground, but this time actually making no progress - it seems, at least for the moment, Sasara's throat was more than capable of holding him still and steady, ready to be swallowed when she was able.<br/><br/><br/>More and more, Sasara can feel the man's stiffening member pressing against the slimy interior of her throat, his squirms and jerks in attempt to escape gliding that hardened flesh against her esophagus walls, making his body quiver and twitch in a mixture of confused pleasure and desperation to get free "W-wait! Hey, let's nnngggh....talk about t-this, okay?! Mmf...y-you let me go, I'll give you...m-my spellbook, yeah? It's worth money! M-my go...ohhh gods, mmmfff....gooold.....i-i can put a good word in with you in town, yeah? I'm not worth eating!"