Squirming in the lizardess’ hold, Cyria’s struggles were becoming more and more desperate the closer her attacker got.  A part of her was somewhat grateful for Jutil taking her time in trying to make a meal of her, as it was giving her more time to escape, but that was a very insignificant silver lining to the fact that said extra time didn’t seem to be helping her any.  As she feels Jutil’s arms wrap around her upper body and watches as her jaws slowly gape open in front of her, Cyria glances down for a moment, confirming what she was worried about - her dagger was just a few inches out of reach, and with as tight a fit as it looked like her stomach might be, getting it after the fact could be even more difficult.  A sudden slickness against her chin drew her gaze back up just in time to see Jutil’s maw about to envelop her head.<br/><br/>Just as she was about to resign herself to needing to somehow extricate herself from the bandit (or far more likely be forced to wait for an ally’s assistance), a sudden rush of power welled up from somewhere inside her.  In somewhat of a daze, all she could really tell was that it was a part of her, and yet she was borrowing it from somewhere else at the same time.  Viera’s voice a second later broke her out of the trance, and suddenly that power had an outlet.<br/><br/>Through the small of her back, of all places.<br/><br/>Looking up at Jutil’s struggling form, wrapped in some kind of...tentacle, Cyria’s focus shattered into a number of different thoughts, all vying for attention.  What<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>that, some kind of astral construct?  How was Viera suddenly able to communicate with her only now?  Was this some latent part of her own abilities that she had awakened with Viera’s help, or was it entirely the Primal’s doing?  What would Jutil taste like?<br/><br/>[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/418334">Vore check</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+20</span><span style="font-weight: bold">34</span>-> I think this passes... ]<br/><br/>At the last thought, all other thought ceased, replaced with an overwhelming urge to fully turn the tables on the unfortunate lizardess.  Dropping her down a bit, Cyria gives her a quick peck on the cheek before her head darts further in and clamps around Jutil’s neck, burying her fangs deep.  Although probably not strictly necessary, it was instinct, and her rational mind was far from in control at the moment.  As her venom starts to flow, she takes the time to let her tongue snake out and run along the tender flesh.  Drawing back, gathering up the few drops of blood that threatened to spill, having to surpress a moan at the rich taste.  “Mmmn.  I think this is where my witty retort is supposed to go, yes?  Nothing to springs to mind right now, so you’ll just have to settle for knowing that you taste<span style="font-style: italic">delicious</span>.”<br/><br/>Taking Jutil’s head gently in one of her hands, Cyria can’t help but think of how useful having an extra arm was as she slowly popped her lips around Jutil’s face and then her entire head.  There was a spicy, tangy taste to her scales that she hadn’t ever encountered before, but she couldn’t let herself get more carried away then she already was, as there were still some opponents left to handle.  Swallowing heavily, her throat eagerly accepts the head and shoulders of her meal, now just bulges sliding down her front.  Her tongue slowly ran across first one breast then the other before she let them slide into her waiting gullet, while her hands busied themselves with removing every piece of Jutil’s clothing and equipment as she could.  Her digestion wasn’t the most robust, and leather wasn’t guaranteed to simply disappear, to say nothing of any metal she had on her.<br/><br/>Pausing as her lips sit just above Jutil’s hips, she runs a hand over the bulge, tracing the outline of Jutil’s face pressing out of her slender stomach.  This part was always the best, but she had to brace herself first for what was about to happen.  Steadying herself, she flexed her jaws and swallowed again, Jutil’s hips sinking from view and her head disappearing entirely from view as the bulge receded backwards into Cyria’s torso.  However, instead of her progress halting briefly before Cyria swallowed again, Jutil’s descent sped up dramatically as a second set of muscles went to work.  With a lewd squelch, Jutil passed entirely from view, her flicking tail and twitching toes the last to go.<br/><br/>[ Internal ]<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;">For Jutil, the moment was far easier to see coming.  Pressed face-first against the muscular valve leading to Cyria’s stomach, it grudgingly gave way and admitted her, stretching tight over her body as she was forced deeper.  One slight upside was that there was little of the normal acrid stench of acid that a stomach normally had.  However, as she was forced further in, a second muscular valve on the bottom of Cyria’s stomach started to flex and expand, almost in anticipation, until her progress halted with her head less than an inch from what looked like a second throat for all intents and purposes.  When Cyria swallowed again, gulping down her hips, Jutil’s head was forced into the passage, and it took hold of her almost violently, ushering her to her final destination far faster than her throat had.  Depositing her inside what could only be Cyria’s abdomen, there was both far more room here as well as an already-copious layer of acid, which Cyria’s gut went to work eagerly massaging onto Jutil’s body.</div></div></div><br/>Shuddering at the sudden passing of her meal, Cyria takes a moment to draw herself back upright before flashing Johan a wide smile, fangs and all.  “Oh, I’m perfectly fine.  At least I am now.  Not entirely sure what this is, but it’s certainly useful.  Did you want help with her, or should I go chase down Cheesy for you?”