“I was only playing,” I mutter through my bitten lip, as she whisks away from me, “<span style="font-style: italic">and</span>I told you how to stop me, if you didn't want to anymore, and it wasn't like that.”<br/><br/>Still, she's not just sexy, she's really, really sexy, so maybe I can cut her a<span style="font-style: italic">little</span>slack.<br/><br/>I'm a<span style="font-style: italic">little</span>nervous about leaving Xarces along and squriming in Nyrwa's stomach, but... he<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>said he'd be okay,<span style="font-style: italic">and</span>he seemed pretty eager to go down her throat,<span style="font-style: italic">and</span>... I slide past Nyrwa, as I slither off the bed, gentling giving her already-fuller tummy a pat – and drawing a deep, full breath and taste of her scent as I did so. It'd be a lot easier to follow later, that way, if she<span style="font-style: italic">absconded</span>with my Xarces. (If this requires a roll, can you do it on my behalf Ragnar. No access to that at present)“Our host needs me to slip out for a minute,” I say, loud enough for him to hear. “I'll be back before it's time for you to come up though,” I say, smirking at Nyrwa in the sheer vicarious shared joy of<span style="font-style: italic">predation</span>. “I won't miss out on my turn for an internal massage from you my delicious little Xarces.”<br/><br/>Then I slither off the bed and out the door after Madame Widow.