Snarling, Garth advances on the soldier who wounded him, slashing his sword around with more gusto than technique. Bringing his own up, the Imperial soldier parries each blow away with a worried expression on his face, the harsh clatter of metal on metal painfully loud in the enclosed cargo bay. The soldier looks unhappy, especially on seeing the mage being manhandled by Delia and even worse on seeing the way Chira is now looking at him with no trace of blindness whatsoever. "Uh... hey," he says over his shoulder to the other soldier, "I think it might be time to consider a- what are you doing?"<br/><br/>The other soldier looks guilty, pinning a squirming Mona's arms to her sides and back to a wall. "Well- I mean, I figure if I have one of her friends inside me when she's done with you, maybe she won't stomp my head into mush?" Chira just growls in response, tail flicking from side to side with obvious agitation as she starts advancing- but keeping her eyes on the soldier who wounded her instead of the one menacing Mona, much to the redheaded sorceress's chagrin.<br/><br/>Delia barely notices the interplay, if at all. She has more... pressing things to be concerned about, after all. Her leg's still sore, muscles twitching as the last of the electricity causes them to contract and relax spasmodically near where the sword went in... but as Xarius helpfully removes the sword, perhaps looking for a show and perhaps envying the irate mage in Delia's embrace, it's not enough to break the succubus's grasp. The mage quails, seeing Delia's anger, but there's anger of her own in her eyes. "If you didn't have help," she starts with a snarl before Delia interrupts and talks over her. Face gleaming with Delia's own drool, the mage jerks a few times at the tail and hand holding her where she is, wriggling to get free of Delia's suddenly much more hostile embrace. The thought of feeding the succubus was barely enough to make her fight back even when it promised to be a... relatively pleasant experience. Now that Delia is openly threatening agony, she's even more determined... but no longer has a weapon with which to punish the prisoner's presumption.<br/><br/>The boxes rattle as the mage's back collides with them, driven against the wooden boxes of rations as Delia endeavors to turn the mage herself into a particularly large ration. Forcing her meal's face onto her tongue, Delia again gets a tantalizing hint of the arcane power seething in the veins of this mere human- power that she, in her weakened state, could not have matched in a straight up arcane duel. But the rules had changed, and now the succubus's mouth was more important than her magic. And the mage had no answer to Delia's maw, sputtering in muffled fear and outrage as her head's shoved towards the back of her throat. She's yelling something, but Delia neither understands nor cares what's being shouted into the muffling embrace of her tongue. Instead, with her hand holding a hank of the mage's thick hair, she pushes deeper and swallows as quickly as possible to pull the mage's head into her throat. Now partly anchored, the succubus can relax a little, pulling her own hand free and starting to use it for more productive purposes. The rich stores of fat on the mage's chest bring a different, richer feeling to her meal... though in truth, with the power Delia can sense, the mage could be coated in bitter grease and leather and still be delectable just for the promise of what she'd gain once the body was thoroughly claimed. That she is, on her own, a delectable specimen only made this meal even more worth fighting for.<br/><br/>The mage thrashes around, trying to pull herself free. Delia can feel a surprising amount of physical strength for such a potent mage, be it in the hand's attempts to tear free of her tail or her legs grabbing onto the box behind her trying to use that as leverage to forcibly pull herself free. With a start, Delia can feel her pull herself a few inches out, chin re-cresting into the mouth from the throat as her sheer determination wars with the succubus's hunger. Another forceful swallow pulls her in to her chest, though. Inside, the mage has felt something like this... once before, but it was a different orifice, and done for mutual pleasure instead of to- feed. It had felt wonderful then, and while the physical sensations here might have been pleasant under other circumstances the master magi's survival instincts override any primitive desire for base pleasure. The sour drool coating her upper body and trickling down towards her navel wasn't a warm lubricant, it was the reminder that she was being eaten alive; the sounds of an excited heartbeat, muffled moans, and gurgling of a stomach that drowned out all outside noises were a reminder that Delia meant to make the entire mage's world, for the rest of her life (and perhaps longer), that same fleshy prison. She could faintly smell the acids already building up in Delia's stomach, eager to start softening her into energy and nutrition for the half-starved demoness- and being a demoness, the mage didn't know if even that would be the end of her pain. And so with more energy than planning, she kept fighting... and kept failing to gain more than a few inches with each lurch that were easily made back up by the next swallow and contraction of throat muscles around her chest, gripping the wide spot as they were also pulled into Delia's throat.<br/><br/>When Delia begins stripping the mage, she doesn't at first recognize what's going on- she is rather distracted. It's only when the succubus gives her rump a slap that her attention is drawn to something other than the slimy tunnel squeezing her through deeper into Delia's body, and the surprise of it actually makes the mage go rigid with shock long enough for a few swallows to bring her head deeper into Delia's chest. "HOW DARE YOU!?" she screeches, barely audible to Xarius as her pants are harshly yanked off. Soon enough, a naked rear and legs kick in the air as Delia tries to haul the woman up in the air to let gravity help her finish gulping her prize down.<br/><br/><br/>((Delia's nomf succeeds, and the mage is Partially Swallowed.<br/>Mage struggles to try to escape. Roll is a 20, and does not beat Delia's CMD.<br/>Garth power attacks soldier. Misses!<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i.imgur.com/x6iTGTo.png">Map Here (No change from last post)</a><br/><br/>Legend:<br/>Black circles are barriers (stacks of boxes, etc) that are impassible<br/>Gray circles are barrels or a few scattered boxes that count as Difficult Terrain<br/>The purple stars are rope ladders (DC 5 climb check to get up/down with two move actions, or DC 10 to climb/descend in 1 move action); the forward one goes down, the middle one goes up to the top deck. Can be cut with an attack from a sharp weapon.<br/>The yellow box is the area that's open to the sky; you can see a ramp raised up on the top deck that'll need to be lowered for Chira to climb to the top deck when you're done here.<br/>Red S's are soldiers like what you already fought, Cs are crewmen, and the red M seems to be<a class="postlink" href="http://i.imgur.com/kkehRHo.jpg">the lady in charge</a>.<br/>Dark Green letters are friendly NPCs (C-hira, M-ona, G-arth), light green are you (D-elia, X-arius).<br/>Each square is 5 feet.<br/><br/>Init-<br/>Delia 22 (34/52 HP, Swallowing Mage)<br/>Mage 16 (Partially Swallowed by Delia)<br/>Garth 13 (Wounded)<br/>Xarius 12  (39/53 HP) <- Here<br/>Mona 11 (Lightly Wounded, grappled by Soldier #2)<br/>Soldiers 7 (#1: Wounded, #2 grappling Mona, #3: Wounded )<br/>Crewmen 6 (#3: Unconscious)<br/>Chira 4 (Wounded, 1 medium meal (not stuffed yet))<br/><br/>Globals:<br/>Inspire Courage: +2 to attack, damage, and saving throws against charm or fear effects.<br/>Glitterdust: Basically the entire cargo hold is glittery now (5 more rounds)