Xarithe grins back towards Ambrosia "Yes..you are probably right, we may end up getting dirty, when the aim is to be clean." he comments, as memories of feeling her lips kiss against his, though a layer of Eiyre's flesh run through his mind. He recalling his trip back up her throat briefly, and the actions the fairy had performed.<br/><br/>When the druid is clean once more, he takes a moment to dry himself off, before donning a fresh set of clothes. His armor and cloak are then put in place, as it seems he was more then ready to take on the day, and the temple of cultists that followed.<br/><br/>His eyes set on the dark skinned half-elf, whom Albali had brought. He not so quick to trust her as it seemed the others had little problem doing. "You there, Kaheksa is it? You say the temple contains your sister... that you where a founding member, and yet you are no longer welcome. Tell me, what event caused the blood between you and your sibling to turn so bad, that you offer aid to those who would see her slain?" He cocks his head with slight curiosity as he speaks, leaving a moment for her response, listening closely, to discern any uncertainty..... before he continues with his questions "You mention gifts....what manner of gifts do you speak of? And to whom is this altar dedicated?" he would ask her curious to see what god it was the cult followed.<br/><br/>To the others he turns. "Though the children's safety is a concern, we need not focus on it. For there is little we can do to alter that which has already been done. Elimination of the cultists, should be our top priority. When we assault the temple we do so to slay the cult, the release of the children will occur as a result of their slaying, not the goal for which we attack....when contact with the cultists is made, we do not so much as mention them, no talks of their safe keeping, negotiations of their release, no acknowledgement of their existence, unless absolutely necessary. To do so, I feel,  will only strengthen the cultists position, give them leverage, and increase the likely hood that they use our concern for said children, against us." he comments firmly realizing the others may not share his view on the matter. "When we attack we do so without relent, we tighten our coils, until the final breathe is drawn from the cult's lungs." he adds as his mind focused on what must be done.<br/><br/>[[Xarithe: sense motive on  Kaheksa<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/144576">Sense motive</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+9</span><span style="font-weight: bold">23</span>]]<br/><br/><br/>Previous night's sexyness<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;">As his seed spurts forth into the confine's of Ambrosia's throat, those ever rippling muscles would draw his cum further into her body, Swallowing it down alongside him, as it glides across and coats his form. Ultimately slipping completely to fall within the fairy's awaiting tum. Teasing Xarithe further of his inability to fill her belly, as he continues to orgasm, and moan out her name.<br/><br/>His wait would not be eternal however, as the druid soon feels the release of her hands. The powerful muscles of her throat reaffirming their grasp. His head pushing into that quivering entrance, as he feels his cum soaked legs slip completely within Ambrosia's body. Xarithe relishing the moment as he finally enters her belly. Pushing down against the lowermost wall as it unfolds, and stretches to accommodate his form. Lost in his enjoyment, before Xarithe knew it, he was completely locked away tightly within the fairy's body. Her belly taking in the very tips of his toes, only to seal shut once more. "Mmmmnnn it's even better then I imagined." he croons, as the sensation of her powerful stomach muscles begin to squeeze in around his body, their spongy surface quivers against his flesh, caressing every inch of his form. Xarithe simply couldn't be happier as he feels the presence of her hand on her tummy, his own reaching out to splay and press to that exact location. <br/><br/>The belly he was in, the knowledge that he had helped to satisfy her hunger, and the memories they had shared. Recovering from the immense pleasure he had experienced, Xarithe offers her belly a gentle massaging rub. "Sleep well my dear, and thank you...mmmmnnn for everything." he offers her as it seemed he planned to keep up the massage, until such time that he found himself drifting off to sleep. For there was much work to be done the following day, and he could always explore the delights of the fairy's belly in greater detail another time.</div></div></div>