sexy vore/ digestion<br/><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;">A light protesting whimper escapes the bards lips as his member is once again reunited with the open air, left wet and wanting, coated Oblatwo's saliva. Xarces grips the back of her head, looking down to the woman below, a clear indication of need sparkling in those cyan pools. Though as her words reach his ears, he can only smile and caress his prey filled belly happily. "Enjoy me, enjoy us, enjoy your meal." he encourages, his forked tongue tasting the air as her own begins to lap against his feet and ankles. Xarces' arousal rises further as he sits on the brink of his devourment, knowing that this time there will be no getting out of it, no party to rescue or save him, no this time....he would be able to see it through. More than that it seemed like he would even be able to live to tell the tail, though how this was possible he could not even fathom. (Perhaps I won't...perhaps I shall only live on as a permanent addition to this shadowy woman's body...) he muses to himself, the uncertainty, of it all making his blood pump even faster through his veins. <br/><br/>Getting worked up as he was about being devoured, would also cause his digestive system to kick it up a notch. The once dripping acids, now flow down every crease and crevice of his stomach lining, dripping onto and pooling around the body of Oblatione. His stomach gurgling audibly as it squeezes and mashes and grinds against her, in strong powerful rippling waves. Forcing her hand and fingers in deep as folds of his spongy stomach flesh massage in against her cunny, ass, and breasts in turn. The later having their nipples squeezed by the walls of his tum, as all the while the form of his hands roam the curves of her body, massaging and kneading in against her. Xarces seemingly desperate to have her become a permanent addition to his body, just as he is desperate to be melted down and absorbed by that of her sister.</div></div></div>