Xarces' confliction would only escalate as he sees the priestess' response. The happy humm in her voice as she instructs him to come closer, the enticing beckoning of her clawed digit. Causes Xarces to squirm within the grasp of the other lizard whom he had intimidated moments earlier. Instead of simply struggling to be free however, why it almost seemed as if Xarces was taking steps to bring himself closer to the priestess. The lizard who restrained him, hardly having to act at all as his own motions work to bring himself before the ornately dressed female.<br/><br/>Xarces was both apprehensive, and excited to finally be brought before the priestess. He had little idea as to what she had in mind as she declares him to be exquisite. "Why thank you, your even more stunning to behold then I had imagined." the bard admits, tensing to the treatment from her clawed and powerful hands as they scrape against his firm rump. Feeling her heated breathe settle against his legs, Xarces hardly has time to register what is happening. The priestess taking his feet within her maw, would swallow powerfully. Dragging him in several feet in an instant. The power of this one's throat was like nothing he had ever felt before. His breathe catches in his throat as he realizes (She...she's eating me...could this truly be happening?....How many times have I been eaten?....how close have I come to being digested....and yet I have survived time and time again....could I have been saved for her...) the thought flashes through his mind as the priestess' tongue begins to roam over the surface of his body. His hips sinking into the heated depths of her maw as he feels the muscled ring of her tum open up to accept his feet far below. Xarces glances to look down as he feels his legs begin bending within her, seeing her belly swell out, knowing that it was his own body that was being used to fill it.<br/><br/>(This just...well lit feels different....could the visions have some merit....could this be fated?) The bard thinks, as his cyan eyes gaze into those of his devourer. His eyes would be filled with apprehensive wonderment. For as impressive as it was to both feel and watch as she effortlessly savors and ultimately consumes and swallows his body in a matter of seconds. He also fears the uncertainty of it all, for up until now he had always somehow known he would survive no matter who tried to eat him....but now....now he was unsure of the outcome. It had all happened so fast, one moment he was sneaking forth with the intent of staling, speaking to and addressing the priestess, and now, now he was over half way within her eager gullet. Xarces feeling his own belly, wings, and chest slip between those reptilian lips, only to be quickly embraced by the forceful tug from her eager throat. It quivers against his flesh, her tongue continues to roam, to press and prod, slap and slather. (At least she is enjoying me....) he thinks. Xarces too was quite excited of course, though this was also different, more anxious, a part of him seeming to anticipate being tucked away within her belly, to see if it matched that of his visions.<br/><br/>So far Xarces had been too shocked, too conflicted, it all happening too fast for him to truly react. (I...must do something.) he realizes, though he seemed calm enough to simply accept whatever fate had in store for him, he would do so challenging himself, at what could very be his last. (That other blackscale......my attentions almost succeeded.....almost...was I missing something....could I have done something differently.....) he considers. The rippling motion of her throat brings his head between her lips, as the image of lips, tongue, and teeth soon frame his vision, he simply smiles, taking one last look at the outside world. Offering no sign of resistance as her gullet suckles upon the back of his head, her tongue working to lick and slap against his face, eager to get the last taste of her exquisite meal. All the while he simply watches the light fade away, watches her lips encompass all of his vision as they would inevitably close to seal him completely within the dark and sweltering interior of the lizardess' body. While her slick saliva drips down over the bard's handsome face, he lets out a pleasant coo, as apposed the the frightened and desperate scream that most would consider in such a moment. His body beginning to move and wiggle with the peristalsis rhythm of her throat, as Xarces takes what he had learned before, and puts a new spin on it. Humming, cooing, and murmuring softly within her body, working along with the steady beat of the priestess heart, Xarces prepares a most unorthodox  performance.<br/><br/><br/>[[Xarces: Escape artist on the blackscale for fun as he tires to go to the priestess on his own. He is also beginning a peculiarly enjoyable bardic performance :3 ]]