NSFW image ref for Jargal (human half)<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;"><img alt="Image" src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/4dcd09051b53af8da642cc12a4b0d304/tumblr_nfnreqw8oe1rm77r6o1_1280.jpg"/></div></div></div><br/><br/>“Yeah, Mistress Devries had a stable,” Lalia replies. “She<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>a girl, so she didn’t like turning other girls into slaves, at first, unless they were subby little things like me who just need to be dominated and digested,” Lalia smiles, gently, intensely, “but a girl-munching-centauress, those she’d break to the bit and bridle without a second though… sometimes, she’d let me ride them. Sometimes I’d be her saddle whilst<span style="font-style: italic">she</span>rode them. Sometimes she just rode me,” Lalia sighs at the fond, sweet memory. “Don’t hesitate if you find your mount uncomfortable, Mistress!” She offers…<br/><br/>“I-I’m Jargal,” Xentia’s mount offers. “I’m a very good ride! That is,” she squirms and blushes, suddenly prancing, almost trotting in place, “I’m definitely stirred up already,” she continues, “but I can’t do anything about that with you on me - unless you wanna go<span style="font-style: italic">in</span>me,” she continues. She rubs her back against your breasts. “I might be able to help you though,” she says, sliding her arms around her back, rubbing her fingertips down your stomach, down your mons, to press against where your body meets her horseback. With a little buck, she jolts you forwards three or four inches, till her fingers are pressing at your netherlips, teasing your entrace through your panties, trying to tug them aside… each of Jargal’s steps shifts you back and forth across her fingers, easing her self-assigned task of pleasuring you…<br/><br/>Cathy’s aphrodisiac honey is quietly driving Sarnai into a lustful frenzy, her tail raised, her bare netherlips winking an obscene invitation to anyone within sight… yet it’s Cathy who’s the focus of her attentions. She’s more than willing to let the naga slither her way down her throat… at least, until the point where it’s Cathy’s own netherlips under her tongue… which she immediately begins to slather with a drooling affection, rubbing her bottom lip back and forth across Cathy’s entrance whilst her tongue slips to work and writhe within.<br/><br/>Inside, Cathy’s slipped down through the relatively inviting warmth of Sarnai’s forestomach, and she can feel it’s muscles massaging her upper and lower back… whilst her head protrudes down, into Sarnai’s hindtum… where she can see the a voluptuous, dark-red-haired beauty just beginning to stir from a comfortable sleep into a luxurious squirming… that leaves behind some not-insignificant portions of skin and muscle… she’s already well on her way to being churned into a nutritious mush...<br/><br/>OOC: The half-fairie-girl (effectively, a half-elf) in Sarnai’s stomach is going to turn out to be your missing firemage, Alenora’s character Delisia Duskwhisper. She’s only mostly been digested…