<span style="font-weight: bold">Ambrosia</span><br/><br/>“Would someone mind…?” I asked, dribbling things that stank and<span style="font-style: italic">hissed</span>onto the hurriedly-constructed wooden floor. “Thanks.”<br/><br/>I turned to the naga - she really was<span style="font-style: italic">exceptionally</span>beautiful - once I was cleaned up, and gave her the<span style="font-style: italic">slightest</span>peck on the cheek. I didn’t trust myself closer to her lips… I’d probably simply dive between them again, and I knew<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>could only end one way.<br/><br/>“You were amazing,” I told her. “Don’t be disappointed. I’ll take any meal down your throat anytime,” I paused, and squirmed quietly before leaning to her ear, “and you’re definitely the kind of woman I can imagine letting digest me,” I whispered. “Just be sure to put some of me on your hips, and your lips, and your stomach-lining if you do,” I half-begged, half-insisted. “I’d love to help you seduce and eat and<span style="font-style: italic">digest</span>your  meals forever.<br/><br/>“I think we should polish off the other barracks first,” I offered, “I still haven’t had any breakfast, and our new friend looks like she has room for a couple more.”