Despite his best efforts to calmly and politely talk the woman down, it would seem that Odette was bound and determined to make a meal out of him. Xarces feeling her grasp on him tighten further, accompanied by the warmth of her wet tongue as it licks and trails across his face, coating his visage in even more of her slippery saliva. Her words continuing to invoke feelings and desires from deep down inside, memories of his near death experience within the tum of the priestess, of his encounter with the shadowy women...and even the fate of Alizome from within his own body...<br/><br/>Her grip was firm, though not firm enough for Xarces to believe he'd have any trouble slipping away from her...despite this however, despite the strength advantage he assumed to possess he finds his mind wandering as he tries to struggle free. The thoughts of a normal, peasant dressed, though undeniably attractive woman....making a meal out of him.....speaking to him in such a manner as she hungrily licked and lapped over his face.... why it almost seemed to subconsciously melt away any resistance he was trying to muster. His struggles resulting in little more than a pleasurable squirm, he grinding and writhing against her soft body, enabling himself a better feel of those assets of Odette's which she promised to add him too.<br/><br/>Playing his inability to resist off once more, Xarces humms "I haven't disappointed you yet darling... and I certainly don't intend to do so now~ You'll enjoy me all the way down, of that i can promise~"  Smiling to her as he leans in to meet her kiss, Xarces' questions and doubts of her capabilities would suddenly be answered. He closing his eyes at the brush of her lips, only to feel the warm, slick texture of the inside of those very lips sliding up and over his face, and forehead, her lips gliding down to seal around his neck a moment later. The sounds of her pleasure echo all around him voicing her approval of his mouth watering flavor. Xarces for his part is speechless, gazing intently down the tight pink tunnel of the very throat which aimed to claim him, staring down the gullet of what appeared to be just an ordinary girl, whom was now in the process of making a meal out of him. A predicament which Xarces had not intended to be in.<br/><br/><br/>Xarces<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;"><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/235993">struggle</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+9</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">13</span></div></div></div>