OOC: Hope your recovery continues well Cassy!<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Sasara</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Mmm,</span>I thrumm happily, as Ambril’s flavour lingers on my lips. Not just a lawless bandit, but one bound to the chaotics spirits of the abyssal pit. I giggle, in spite of myself. They won’t help him in the churning pit he’s in now, after all. I am a cleric of a lawful deity, after all, and he’s exactly the sort of meal I ought to be helping myself to.<br/><br/><br/>And he’d been delicious.<br/><br/><br/>Inch by inch, despite his weak struggles, he’s forced down out of my torso and into my tail, and I favour the top of his head with a gentle pat as it leaves my human-belly. “Down you go, spicy,” I murmur happily. There’s no feeling quite like a full belly, although truth be told, I could’ve probably gone from another… so long as Johan didn’t mind hauling my scaly tail around on a cart or something…<br/><br/><br/>The mild irritation I felt at ‘Cheesy’s’ escape - she’d been by far the most annoying of the bandits, and had ruthlessly sacrificed every one of her compatriots to our hungry tummies in her flight, and hopefully I’d slither across her again at some point, shortly followed by her slithering down my throat - was soon overwhelmed by the increasing pleasurable tingling emanating from my stomach. The magical essence of arcane spellcasting, I realised.<br/><br/><br/>It spread through my stomach like featherlight fingertips within me, then further, forward, to the soft folds of my sex, to the hot rough spot within me that anchored my honeybutton and tickled it.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">”Mmmm,”</span>I thrummed. Ambril really knew how to show a naga’s stomach a good time, and my tail quivers, vibrations dancing through my tum, splattering Ambril all over in rich, thick droplets of acid no less tingly to his flesh than his magic had been to mine.  He was a sorcerer, wasn’t he… I recalled that they had a lot of magic in them, and trembled again, more in anticipation than anything. He hadn’t seemed that robust though… I hoped he last long enough to press his shivery spells out into my belly. They felt<span style="font-style: italic">so</span>good. “I hadn’t realised what<span style="font-style: italic">good</span>meals mages make,” I smile, sharing the pleasure of the experience - I’m certainly far from the only one with a bulging belly.<br/><br/><br/>I catch sight of the softly-beautiful arachnid-arcanist. Mmm… with all those legs, and that tingly magic, I could help but imagine how she’d feel squirming around inside of me. Yet… doubtless that’s how the lizardess had thought, before Cyria had near effortlessly gulped her down. I had to figure there was an equally good chance of her getting to find out how tingly my<span style="font-style: italic">divine</span>spells tasted if I tried anything… not that that would necessarily be<span style="font-style: italic">all</span>bad… I squirmed, and patted my belly again.<br/><br/><br/>Now, the pretty fairie sisters… “Um, spellsinging, that’s<span style="font-style: italic">arcane</span>magic, right?” I asked, “and it, um, runs in families? You don’t happen to have a sister or a cousin who might come visiting or anything, do you? I. um,” I smile, just as I burp and the spicy-tingle of Ambril’s favour on my lips sends my forked tongue flickering out over them, “I’d like to get a bit<span style="font-style: italic">closer</span>to you both. Definitely if you’re ever leaving the company, you should, you know, stop by…”