OOC: I think I’m now up-to-date for everyone… if not, please let me know and I’ll fix it!<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Phylia</span><br/><br/>“Mmm…” the web-bound drow moans and squirms, as Phylia’s tendrils work inside her armour. “You<span style="font-style: italic">are</span>a slurpie, such a sexy dangerous slurpie, but stick a slime-girl with a hollow spear, or even a stick, then suck like you’re a succubus and you’ll have the sweetest slipperiest of meals. You wouldn’t be so grabby if I’d gotten you into my tum, its acids adulterating your slime - you’re already a gooey mass, it wouldn’t have taken long to melt you into nutrients… and this body needs nutrients… Ohhhh,” the possessed-drow groans, “and other things. Do more of that. It feels… so good…”<br/><br/>“Nngh!” The possessed-drow cries out, as her clothes are stripped awake. “Now I’m naked,” she half-purrs, “and slimy… so naughty… Gh!” She moans, as Phylia enters her, ruthlessly, furiously. “Oh! Ohhh…” she groans, “you’re in me. It’s almost as good as having you in my belly, sweetling,” she smiles, bucking her hips against Phylia’s mass. “Oh, you’re digesting me,” she half-whimpers. “Digesting me from the inside out! It’s sooo… fucking... hot…” she moans, her nethers squirming and writhing as if they have a life of their own.