There were a lot of things that didn't matter. Xarces was probably already dead, as she'd seen how relatively small the bulge in the priestess's stomach was, and that really didn't matter. The rest of her group were being slow about piling in behind her to fight the Blackscales that had unaccountably been laying off of her, because the group was bloated. And that was fine! There was a giant dragon clawing its way into the room, and though Alizome spared it a frankly admiring glance, it didn't much matter. The thing they were here to find was probably down that well, and she wasn't possibly going to fit down there with her stomach bloated, let alone with the dragon. Didn't matter. Once she got this Blackscale down, she was barely going to be able to move, and was going to be a delicious, lizard-filled treat for whoever got their hands on her first, and that<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>didn't matter, given how much the thought of eating (whoever was on either side) was sending thrills up and down her spine. All that mattered was the stubborn Blackscale in her mouth, the fiery hot feeling of Correctness that filled her mouth at the taste of his scales, and getting the rest of him past her eagerly lapping tongue and into her stomach so she could at last fill the emptiness she'd never realized was inside her. And so, ignoring the rest of the world and with a faraway, unfocused look of pleasure in her eyes, Alizome kept swallowing.<br/><br/>[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/150248">Vore check</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+11</span><span style="font-weight: bold">22</span>]]