<span style="font-weight: bold">Naomi Thompson</span><br/><br/>Slowly, deliberately, my tongue guides Jessica’s to Xarces’s cock, teasing and twining its thickness into our kiss. All thought of rescue slides from my mind, as easily as his head and shoulders have slid inside my throat. He’s meat, and meal, and delicious as he is I know he’ll be moreso with a sticky, salty seasoning - and once he spews it, his fate will be sealed…<br/><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;">Attack to make Xarces cum. Jessica 3 - degree of success 1, no damage; Naomi 4 - degree of success 2</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Melissa</span><br/><br/>“Yep,” I giggled happily, continuing to<span style="font-style: italic">massage</span>my rescuer’s handsome, bare,<span style="font-style: italic">wet</span>chest. “He’s our bidet. Instead of<span style="font-style: italic">becoming</span>our shit, he gets to lick it from our asses! Isn’t that cool?” I continue. “Obviously, no-one’s going to eat something that’s been somewhere so nasty, so it can be quite a long life. Weeks, even. But eventually someone always gets bored and wants an inside-assrub, or he just starts to smell too bad, or whatever, and up someone’s anus he goes,” I punctuate the remarks with a little kiss against Clif’s chiselled jaw.<br/><br/>Sandy moans in pleasure, as her butt pulses around the man’s shoulders, and gradually pulls them within. Once they do, the rest of his body slowly slips out of sight, as the sphincter contracts and draws him inexorably forward, pinning his arms to his sides, till only his hands and hips and legs are left, flailing helplessly against his fate.<br/><br/>“I kinda like you, Cliffy,” I teased, gently turning his lips to mine, “but we<span style="font-style: italic">do</span>need a new bidet, so you’re going to have to do a<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>good job if you’re not going to end up doing<span style="font-style: italic">his</span>,” I explained, and kissed him. “Lucky for you that’s put me<span style="font-style: italic">totally</span>in the mood, huh?” I suggested, as Sandy made short work of the bidet’s remains, and slipped from the bathroom with naught but a friendly fingerwave.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Narrator for Jules</span><br/><br/>The drive to Samantha’s<span style="font-style: italic">palatial</span>home is comparatively uneventful - save for Sam, lightly stroking and caressing the mass of her belly. It’s almost completely still, and only the most occasional shiver tells you her meal is still alive, if not well, within its confines. All too soon, you’re pulling into her driveway. It’s begun to rain, and there’s a chill to the evening air. It’s not pleasant, beyond the warm confines of the car...<br/><br/>The car stops, and Samantha clears her throat, almost expectantly, glancing significantly towards her door.