<span style="font-weight: bold">Eurikova</span><br/><br/>[Eurikova- AC: 24 , HP: 44/80, Ki pool: 6/8<br/>0/50,000 XP until next level, 1,340 gp]<br/><br/><br/>She glances back again, noting that the others were having... trouble with their final orc. Well, it was 3 against one, and even if the orc managed to swallow Miku as well and knock out Jules, she was pretty sure she was faster with one meal than an orc with 2. They'd won the fight- it was just a question of making everyone concerned realize it. Looking down at the battered orc, the assassin gives her a smile; laying her down back on the ground, Eurikova coos, "There there. You've lost. It happens to everyone! If things had gone just a little differently, maybe you and your friend here would be arguing over who gets to melt me away in those cozy stomachs of yours. But instead, she's in me, and you're... well. We can talk about that, can't we?" She gives the orc a friendly grin.<br/><br/>Slowly, as her bulged out tail continues to fight, she winds a coil around her helpless foe so that the other orc presses through her thin, taut scales into her companion. "Instead, you get to feel your friend melting away inside of me. You've got a good seat- you can hear her, can't you? The moans of pleasure, not pain? It's not so bad to end up my food," she speaks in a musical lilt. "Of course, I<span style="font-style: italic">can</span>make it hurt, but you don't want your friend's last experience to be of burning, screaming pain, do you? You want it to be warm, gooey, melting pleasure. " She lowers herself a little, mostly atop and surrounding the orc entirely as her tail moans and writhes inside her. "Why don't you help her out, little orc? Use those big, strong arms of yours and give your friend a hug and massage. Help me break her down," she gives a light peck on the orc's cheek, "And who knows what kind of reward I might give you?" With a chuckle, she tightens a bit more around the orc, and checks back over her shoulder to be sure that the others were doing... well, not catastrophically. "And if you want to get even further on- or in- my good side," she pauses to give the orc a warm, wet lick up her cheekbone, savoring the flavor as she hadn't been able to with her meal, "You can start telling me if you've got any more friends in your band of bandits, if you knew we were coming, where you've stashed your loot from others you've attacked... after all, you want to be my friend, don't you?" Smiling, she shows fangs. "You<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>don't want to be my enemy right now."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Inside</span><br/><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;">The orc's struggles couldn't push her back up towards the naga's throat, with her meal in an awkward position and squeezed tight; it would need her to wriggle backwards against the constant, slow peristalsis that pulled her forward deeper into her serpentine digestive tract. Every inch that she drew forward, the snake's stomach seemed to narrow, squeezing the orc tighter and tighter so that each churning ripple told a little more. Her stomach's fluids, hot, thin, and oily, coated orcish flesh as soon as the clothes were out of the way, and spread a tingling pleasure over every square inch of the orc's body; some finding their way between her legs and into her body, spreading their cheerily fatal pleasure far and wide. Though the orc's only been inside for under a minute, the upper layers of her skin are already... not melting, but softening, letting more and more of the stomach's fluids penetrate into her body; she's not starting to soften as a whole yet, but each patch of flesh as it grows looser and puffier also grows more sensitive, with the smooth, slimy walls of her stomach brushing past with the feeling of near-orgasmic delight.</div></div></div><br/><br/>[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/321018">Intimidation on Ranged #4</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+11</span><span style="font-weight: bold">30</span>(Probably over the top, but why not? XD<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/321020">Digestion (Bludgeoning</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">3d6+2</span><span style="font-weight: bold">18</span><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/321021">Digestion (Acid)</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">3d6+1</span><span style="font-weight: bold">10</span><br/>28 more digestion damage on top of last round (which you forgot to update<img alt=":)" src="./images/smilies/smile.gif" title="Smile"/>) for a total of 48 digestion damage to Ranged #3.]]