[[Thanks! Spoiling once more, though there's nothing too bad in there:]]<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;">As more and more juices flow over her body, Alizome's stuck as an unwilling third wheel as Xarces begins to seduce- or so she thinks, unable to see the necklace outside- another woman. Was she to join her in Xarces? The man hadn't shown this much gluttony, but perhaps one good taste of a meal had whetted the man's appetite for one more, and then another past that. He says all the words she'd expect to hear, and part of her felt more jealousy than pique at honeyed phrases being applied to another while she still festered inside his stomach, slowly melting into additional strength for Xarces' amorous conquests rather than becoming one of them. The worst part was that he knew- he had to know, didn't he? That Alizome was trapped inside him while he had his fun with another, making her feel with what could be her last minutes the pleasured gyrations of one body with another. She felt as someone's hand pressed against Xarces' swollen belly, helping it shrink and caress the elf more firmly; at the same time, the warmth inside the stomach rises, and the man's heartbeat increases once more. She can feel something pushing against the outside of her stomach, but what? She didn't know who it was. If she didn't escape, it didn't matter.<br/><br/>As the acids continue to freshly coat her skin, the itching feeling penetrates to her muscles, seemingly to her bone. She knew the feeling; it was a sign that her usually stout defenses had been compromised, and a hungry stomach was now closer to turning her into an unconscious soupy goo than she was to escaping. That was the feeling that required immediate action. Shaking off the stabs of pleasure and jealousy, she wriggled her way back upwards, clawing at the sphincter to Xarces' throat with desperate haste. No matter how much the elf pries at it, this time the passage to Xarces' throat and freedom keeps her sealed into her fleshy tomb. In the foul air, she sags back to the bottom of the stomach after a few seconds clawing to regain her strength. That was the tricky part- if you went all out all the time, you'd exhaust yourself too quickly and be easy meat for digestion- if you spent too long holding your strength back, all you'd accomplish is twitching a bit more energetically as you drained into your predator's intestines. Such had been the fate of the mermaid, even now soaking into Xarces' bloodstream and delivering fresh energy to the stomach muscles that wanted to push her along the mermaid's path to be absorbed in turn. She had to get out. She had to...<br/><br/>Soaking in the bottom of the stomach, she shifts position after her flurry of activity. On the other hand... a few more seconds to rest couldn't hurt. She'd be even stronger next time! Besides, it felt... the heat soaked into the elf's bones, as did the burning of Xarces' acids. The burning feeling of digestion was omnipresent, helping block out other feelings as her body dutifully reported the increasing softness of her flesh on her bones, the increasing weakness of her body's ability to escape. Her skin hadn't failed yet- it held most of the slimy, strong acids out of her body- but it wouldn't be much longer before the digestion opened her up and let strong acids into her vital organs withotu any defenses. Unconsciousness, death, and absorption would come not long after that... but as the stomach started to squeeze her more tightly, Alizome still waited for her strength to come back. It wasn't strong enough to crush her, merely to ensure that no part of her was uncoated with acid, and in the haze of pleasure and panic that accompanied her own gurgling-<br/><br/>-Gurgling. She could... hear herself digesting, once she let her sensitive ears pick it up. The liquid rushing sounds of fresh acids rushing out of stomach walls, the slight bubbling where acids reacted with skin to start breaking her down, the oozing flatulent sound as she shifted position, provoked by the increasingly energetic rubs and caresses, she'd rarely heard it this advanced on her own body. But the heat, and the soft walls around her kept insistently coaxing her to stay. To accept her position as Xarces' meal, and stop trying to stubbornly regain her life. All she had to do was stay still and accept her absorption, add a little spice to the lovemaking session her devourer was about to have, and... what next? Would she be claimed by the shadow? Cursed to stay within Xarces without his knowledge, a passenger in someone else's body? Lulled by the gurgling and the pounding heartbeat, Alizome stayed where she was for precious seconds as her mind conjured the image of the elven bulge shrinking to nothingness, a familiar heat welling up between her legs eager to carry her away to her pleasant doom.<br/><br/>[[Math: Down to 21 HP, and rolled a... <a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/227989">Escape Attempt</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+17</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">18</span> Looks like she's not quite done gurgling!]]</div></div></div>