The gently-smouldering thought in the back of her mind to take a sword and finish off the centauress - or better yet, introduce her and the duo of heavily-weakened meals in her stomach to the intricacies of a succubus' digestive tract - was like a coal burning in the back of Delia's mind. Had she not been so heavily weakened, and had there not yet have been some use for the unthinking centaur as something meaty to stand between her and danger, she might very well have. Still, Mona's timely intervention was enough to at least somewhat assuage the more infernal side of the demoness' nature, and whilst that annoyance still burned the demoness' pride, there was really no point in following up on it just yet. Not to mention, it was hard to remain fussy with her stomach so pleasantly filled with a mage who'd finally given in to her fate as succubus padding. Perhaps not mentally, and oooh, how WONDERFUL it felt to feel her switching and squirming, feel her hands roaming across the interior of her belly in an effort to find some way of escape that did not involve hours and hours of digestion, but Delia could feel all too well the moment her dinner's muscles started to give in, the moment her transition from 'mage' to 'food' was sealed. No. For now, it would just be best to ignore the centaur's foolish choice.<br/><br/>Mona's flavor only served to improve her disposition further. The faint tingle of magic that poured into her mouth gave her such a heady sensation, making her mind swim briefly. Even the heat of her fingertip was not unpleasant enough to give her pause - Delia's inclination was towards heat, and while she might not go dancing in a fire, heat that might make others sweat was every bit as refreshing as a cool breeze to the demoness. Cold, on the other hand...<br/><br/>Smacking her lips, Delia casts a coy little grin at Mona, her tail lashing in amusement behind her "Mm. I like spicy. Not that I'd eat you, permanently. No. You, I like." Resting a hand upon her belly, she gives it a ginger little stroke, idly tracing the faint outlines of the mage's body held so snugly within. It was not entirely beyond her to give trips into her stomach that did not end with a thorough trip though it, and Mona and Xarces had both certainly earned that delightful little trip. Besides - it felt every bit as good for her, if not better. Of course, not until her belly's current occupant had been reduced into something a bit more mushy, or entirely 'completed her trip' as it were. Would do no good to digest a willing guest, despite how utterly amazing it would feel. MOST of the time. When Mona mentions the guard, Delia's eyes brighten slightly, her smirk turning into a grin that shows off all her teeth "...And we'll see about that guard later, mm? Assuming I get to watch." With that left lingering, Delia steps over and starts inspecting the various items that Chira begins to pull off the decidedly-dead guards, tapping a finger against her chin. A little leather, some weapons...<br/><br/>She'd never fired a crossbow before, and though she was a 'decent enough' shot with a bow (a skill mainly gained during fun little competitions in her home), loading and cranking the mechanism seemed slow and tedious. No, she'd leave that to someone who knew how to use it. Picking up the longsword, she gives it a couple of little flicks. Clunky. Slow. Nope, that wouldn't work. Sticking it blade-first into the wooden flooring, she diverts her attention to something a bit easier to utilize - a simple dagger (which she picks up), and a shield. The shield felt right enough, and the dagger was simple. Stick the pointy end in someone. Casting a glance at Garth out of the corner of her eye, Delia exhales a little sigh. The wounded orc might not especially like her, but - as much as a little extra protection might serve her - he would likely make better use of it. Stepping over to him, she presses the shield into his hands, standing up on her tippy-toes to look over it's edge at the taller orc "I'd say your mother's side is not all that bad. It served you, and served in our escape. Just be a little more careful in the future, hrm? I'd prefer you making it through this alive." A badly as she didn't want to expend any more energy, conserving her strength until AFTER she'd digested the delectable mage and replenished her waning power, Garth feels the lightest of brushes along his fingers, Delia's own lightly trailing across them around the edges of the shield.<br/><br/>Immediately, a powerful sensation floods through him, a warmth that settles in his heart and makes it beat faster, makes his skin feel tingly, and even makes a little warmth settle into his crotch, an arousal that was hard to deny. In the same instant, the nasty wounds that had been inflicted upon him start to close, his reddened skin fading back to it's normal coloration, and even a few of the deeper,nastier cuts starting to knit themselves back closed. Unlike other healing magic he'd experienced in the past, this felt...different. More primal. Something that came directly from emotion, from lust, from pleasure...and yet, the effect was very much the same, save for that WANTING sensation left in it's wake.<br/><br/>((<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/467456">Cute light</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8+5</span><span style="font-weight: bold">12</span><br/><br/>Garth is healed for 12 more HP! ))<br/><br/>Without a word, Delia steps away and picks up the leather armor, giving it a looking over. A sudden rush of magic trickles over the leather, making it glow briefly, and the armor itself begins to shift slightly. The flattened chest on it begins to expand, the waistline narrowing and shrinking (and slitting towards the bottom, no doubt to allow her stomach to remain uncompressed while full). The little bit of blood staining it vanishes in it's entirety, and with that, Delia casually removes the tattered remains of her top. It's but a brief glimpse, but - as hinted at by her shredded clothing before - the succubus was something akin to the perfection of lust incarnate. Like other succubi, her breasts were nearly perfectly size for her stature, perhaps just a bit over a full handful to the average human (even if they were likely to get a bit 'fuller', once her dinner had time to..process), her peachy flesh soft-looking and entirely free of blemishes or scars. Each of those perky breasts was capped in a little pink nipple that just BEGGED to be touched, and yet before any have the chance, Delia begins to shimmy into the newly-modified leather armor, shrugging her shoulders to set it more firmly upon them. The 'modifications' were obviously intended - the leather hugged her like a second skin, tight and form fitting, leaving only her full stomach and a thin line of skin that disappeared between her breasts exposed. It was...distracting, to say the least.<br/><br/>Giving her new armor a little pat, Delia smiles "Ah. Perfect. This will help."<br/><br/>With a new bounce in her step, the demoness veritably dances her way back to Xarius, pressing herself up against his side so tightly he can feel the weakened squirms of the mage within her stomach, along with the slow, deliberate 'squeezing' sensation of the muscles within slowly but surely working to digest the enormous meal that had been offered to it "Well, lead on...the sooner we take over the ship, the sooner we get a chance to relax."<br/><br/>*************************************************************************************************<br/>((<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/467447">Sense Motive!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+15</span><span style="font-weight: bold">33</span>))<br/><br/>((<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/467446">Perception!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+10</span><span style="font-weight: bold">17</span>))<br/><br/>Sunlight, even to Delia, felt great after so long below-decks, and even the sight of the crew readied and waiting to 'greet' them was only enough to mildly color the sensation. She was more than happy to allow the generally 'beefier' members of the little escaped group to take the forefront, standing just a couple of paces behind them as she surveys the assorted group, and the cannons they have at the ready.<br/><br/>Delia's entire existence was based on reading people, emotions, intents, and bending them to her will. It was easy enough to see the Dwarf was bluffing. Noone wanted to die, and dying over a handful of escaped prisoners was likely overstepping his desires.<br/><br/>A faint smile on her lips, Delia pulls her dagger, easing it's pommel over the softly-churning stomach hanging before her, her eyes focused upon the dwarf "Oh? Are we really worth so much as ALL of your lives?" Curling her tongue across her soft, red lips, Delia takes another half-step forward, giving her belly another good pat to pull attention to it, as if that had already not been the subject of more than a few gazes "...We've already dealt with the crew below, because they put up a fight. Do you REALLY want to end up the same way they did? As pleasantly full as I feel, I certainly have room for more. How about this. You surrender, instead...and you don't end up getting a first-hand experience of what a digestive tract feels like, mm? Once we reach a suitable port, maybe we'll even give you your choice of whatever goods the ship has on it, and let you go. Seems like a fair enough deal, doesn't it?"<br/><br/>((<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/467451">Succubus Rawr!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+5</span><span style="font-weight: bold">16</span>))