Mild Vorishness below<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Aethon</span><br/><br/>“Jerkface,” the short-swordswoman snaps, as Aethon’s eyes rove her body appreciatively, and kicks at him.<br/><br/>“Sorry, but right now I don’t have time to mix business and pleasure, well, too much at any rate,” he continues, lifting her higher. “Wait!” She shrieks, as he pops her head into his mouth, and, with a few swift gulps, barely stopping to taste the spicy-sweet flavour of her succulent flesh, he swallows her down. Her slight breasts and slim hips are no barrier to his lips, and in moments she’s dangling headfirst down his oesophagus, facing the gurgling acidic pit of his stomach, arms pinned to her sides, whilst her legs kick futilely in the air, exposing her nethers for all to see - but she’s just a meal, and he slurps her down without a thought, first ladyparts, then legs, till all that’s left is a pair of wriggling toes… then nothing but the occasional bump and twitch betraying her presence in his belly. It isn’t even dangling that much. The sheer volume of it gives her plenty of room to struggle, and she does, almost entirely ineffectually, serving only to churn up great waves of acid that wash back and forth across her, and encourage it to pound and squeeze her slim body, hastening it’s digestion. “Let me out!” She screams. “Immediately! You’ll pay for this!”<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Alizome/Axewielder</span><br/><br/>The enlarged elf-girl simply picks up the axewielding human, and drops the poor paralysed thing into her maw. Feet and calves and tasty bare thighs are slurped down with trivial ease, leaving Alizome’s tongue to wander across the girl’s deliciously toned and bare abs. Alizome gulps them and proceeds to her perky breasts, to lick and tease and taste before swallowing in turn, meeting an utterly terrified expression on the girl’s pretty face, only her head sticking out of Alizome’s mouth, and then, not even that, only a few loose strands of hair being sucked up, almost as an afterthought.<br/><br/>The paralysed girl slips helplessly down into Alizome’s tum, where she’s quite unable to resist being squeezed and pressed into a tight ball, as Alizome’s stomach begins to squeeze and churn her in a foamy acid bath…<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Linda</span><br/><br/>In a few greedy gulps, the admittedly beautiful guardswoman is gone, nothing more than a pair of legs struggling between Linda’s lips, then a bulge pushing her breasts apart, then a surprisingly small lump, slipping down from her human belly into her long tail… Her flesh, of which most was exposed, was at least delicious. Within, the guardswoman is churned and pressed, as Linda slithers swiftly towards the last ambusher...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Dusk</span><br/><br/>Vaguely digestionish (not too explicit):Dusk’s mouth wraps around scythegirl’s head, and with a tug of paws on midriff and a few swift gulps the panther’s second course is being sucked inexorably down her gullet.<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;">Inside, Laryn has settled into immobility, her flesh so weakened by Dusk’s acids that it could slough from her bones at any moment, able only to breathe shallowly and hope her comrades are able to rescue her… a hope that’s forlorn, as the struggling scythegirl slips into Dusk’s tum, and her frantic efforts only serve to further churn the place, breaking Laryn’s gorgeous form down into a nutritious, chunky mush that Dusk’s stomach swiftly begins to absorb.</div></div></div>Scythegirl, meanwhile, doesn’t take the preview of her own fate well, struggling wildly but ineffectually, only bulging out Dusk’s tum and serving to pleasure the panther as she struts away,<span style="font-style: italic">daring</span>the surviving swordswoman to approach her.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Nervous Swordswoman</span><br/><br/>“This isn’t happening,” the swordswoman mutters, “It’s a nightmare. It’s just a nightmare. I must be dreaming. Somebody pinch me. Ouch!” She blurts, as Synys’s spear whips her. “I- I-” she stammers, at proof that this is no dream at all. With a wail, she turns and tries to flee…<br/><br/>{Fleeing provoks attacks of opportunity from Synys, which may be spear, spear-driven trip, or grab; and from Linda, which will probably be a grab or bite(?)}