Sexy vorish stuff<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Ambrosia</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;">I was glad Xarithe was still eager to become my meal, not that the tight confines of Eiyre's stomach allowed room for escape, of course, but... he was a companion, a battlebrother... I might've felt... conflicted. Instead, I popped his head into my mouth and sucked it like a sweet... which was a pleasure. His flavor was just as unique as he'd promised it would be, and I wondered what he meant. Of course, others had argued their own exceptionalism to keep themselves out of my tum (it hadn't)... but few had offered a taste-test as proof, nor passed it so convincingly.<br/><br/>Of course, such a <span style="font-style: italic">delicious</span> flavor didn't reduce my desire to devour him, not one bit, and it would only stop my digesting him because I knew he'd be happy to entwine with any pretty  meal I chose and be swallowed right beside her... I hoped he wouldn't mind my digesting them, on occasion - and <span style="font-style: italic">not</span> him. I licked him all over his face, already halfway inside my mouth, because I <span style="font-style: italic">had</span> to have <span style="font-style: italic">more</span> of it.<br/><br/>Slowly, almost regretfully - but I really was <span style="font-style: italic">very</span> hungry, a deep empty feeling in my stomach, jealous of the satisfaction Xarithe had created just beneath it, and desiring <span style="font-style: italic">him</span> to fill its own need - I began to swallow him down, a series of long slow gulps that worked with the pulse of Eiyre's stomach, its efforts to push us together coopted to push him into me... as they had, in a different way, just moments before... except this time, Xarithe wouldn't be coming back out. Not anytime soon, anyway. His horns made for an interesting crunchy texture, and tickled my throat as he began his final journed, shoulders went down so smoothly I barely noticed, an artifact of Eiyre's help and his own willingness. I licked him, all the way down his chest, the musky masculinity of his sweat peaked by the burning heat of Eiyre's acids... and beneath that, his own deeper, most intruiging flavor... <br/><br/>Soon my tongue stood poised to welcome his cock, and I admitted to a certain grateful familiarity. If he was hard, I'd be impressed - and I'd let my tongue pleasure him to a seasoning climax before swallowed the rest...</div></div></div>