((<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/419321">Gulp! GUUUURGLE......</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+18</span><span style="font-weight: bold">34</span>Looks like mage has found herself squished into a succubus tummy! >:3 ))<br/><br/>Out of the corner of her eye, Delia notes with no small level of smugness that one of the soldiers had Mona's head stuffed into his mouth. It wasn't exactly DANGEROUS for her - at least not yet - but it went a long way to mollifying the succubus after the human's rather deliberate wording about her own 'place' just a little prior. Besides, she'd be safer inside of a stomach than she would getting stabbed with blades and blasted with magic...assuming, of course, they got her out in a reasonable amount of time.<br/><br/>So, pushing Mona's predicament from her mind, Delia once more focuses almost completely upon the mage who, despite her valiant attempts to squirm free, was coming closer and closer to realizing her fate as demoness food. Admittedly, there were times when she grew a little nervous, her weakened state allowing the mage to pull back her head a little bit here, to squirm her shoulders free a little there....but, hunger really was the best spice, and more and more, the eager, almost desperate rumble of her tummy lent strength to her arms, and the mage felt herself slowly losing the battle against the succubus making all attempts to ingest her.<br/><br/>The battle becomes further one-sided once the mage's chest finally slips past Delia's lips and into the undulating embrace of her throat. With her shoulders and breasts allowing the succubus' throat to get a better grip, and her center of gravity shifting so that more and more of the leverage ended up being in Delia's favor, the potential conclusion ends up becoming the eventual - a little adjustment of Delia's hands downwards along the mage's backside, and another eager swallow, and her arms are completely trapped against her side, unable to fight back against the peristaltic motions of the demoness' throat, much less actually fight against her far more powerful swallows, each excited, hungry gulp pulling her in a half-foot, drawing her closer and closer to the eager succubus' equally as eager-sounding stomach. Just as she feels Delia's lips start to creep upwards along her lower belly...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Sch..slrrrp...slrrrccch! </span><br/><br/>The red-headed mage briefly feels an intense pressure against the top of her head, a tight ring of muscle that seems wholly unwilling to part enough to allow her head inside. Delia's eager swallows, though, only give her a brief moment to experience her body being more or less piled up atop her before, with a wet 'slrrrp', the tight little ring of muscle irises open and allows her head to squeeze through, followed closely by her neck and shoulders. With the wet, slippery sound of saliva-soaked flesh upon saliva-soaked flesh, the mage presses face-first into the slick, slimy-feeling walls of the succubus' stomach, the tight little space conforming to her head as tightly as a glove might fit a hand. If the succubus' throat had been constrictive, the tight, velvety inside of her stomach was veritably strangulating, the hot, saliva-and-acid soaked walls squeezing inwardly around the mage's head eagerly, only stretching just enough to allow the next inch of her inside as she is swallowed more and more.<br/><br/>As discomforting as the mage's trip was, Delia was veritably in heaven. Or, her own version of hell, which might as well have been heaven. Even now, with just a small portion of the doomed woman's delectable body squeezing inside of her stomach, she could feel that gnawing hunger that had been seated in the middle of her belly for so long abating, replaced by the wonderful sensation of a full belly, and with oh-so-much-more to come. Mmm, it helped that the mage was delicious, her sea-spray kissed skin tangy and smooth, just soft enough to hint at how delightful it would be to feel her slowly but surely coming apart under the slow but constant churning of her hungry belly. As the girl's center of gravity shifts more and more in Delia's direction, the succubus eases her hands downwards a little more along those soft, shapely thighs...and, with a sudden heave, lifts the girl up.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Gluk! </span><br/><br/>A deep, throaty swallow fills the mage's ears as her belly slide right along Delia's tongue and into the saliva-coated embrace of her throat, leaving nothing but a bare rump and a pair of kicking legs visible to the outside world. For a moment, it seems as though her downwards decent has come to a halt, as Delia's hands lift off of her thighs, her jaws repositioning slightly to accept the widest part of the struggling mage's hips...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> SMACK! </span><br/><br/>The mage feels a sudden impact of two hands upon her rump, a kinky slap and subsequent grope from her succubi predator that leaves her cheeks stinging slightly. Equal parts insult and usefulness, Delia smacks the mage-girl's shapely rump one final time, forcing it between her lips, and - with a moan of pleasure that is just barely audible with a throat full of squirming mage, tilts her head almost straight back, forcing the girl's kicking legs up against the boxes of rations that filled the hold. For a moment, Delia's tongue lingers upon the soft, bare sex nestled between the girl's thighs, toying with the idea of giving her a little hint of pleasure before her inevitable descent into her belly...but, the lingering pain in her side is enough to dissuade her, the slick, dexterous tongue instead merely lightly coursing along the mages' inner thigh, as if to say 'This could have been so much better...for you'.<br/><br/><br/>Reaching up and grabbing her boots, Delia pulls them off and tosses them casually to the side, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and - head still tilted straight back...<br/><br/>...She relaxes her throat muscle, eyes shutting...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Glu...gulp!' </span><br/><br/>One final swallow is all it takes for the mage's legs to disappear, little more than a lump in Delia's throat that quickly disappears downwards, only to reappear as a rapidly-growing bulge in the succubus' midsection.<br/><br/>"MMmmmfffffff yesssssssss....!" Delia exhales in complete and utter bliss, her body shivering in pleasure as she feels the mage's body slide fully down her throat and into her eagerly awaiting stomach. It had felt like ages since she'd last had such a vivacious meal, and in that moment, with the mage squeezing into her belly, she could hardly have imagined anything more pleasant. As the last vague shape of the mage girl's feet slide out of her throat past her collarbone, Delia shamelessly reaches up and grabs each of her breasts, squeezing them though the thin, tattered material of her piteous clothing. Ooohhh, so sensitive...Mmmph, there was really nothing like such a lively, squirming meal settling into one's stomach, awaiting a nice, slow digestion that'd give her the nutrients - and spiritual energy - that she needed to replenish what she'd lost.<br/><br/>'Ahhhh...that a girl...Mmmfff, settle in...got a long day of digestion ahead of you. Who knows - maybe we'll get some private time later to enjoy it, mmm? " The whispered promise was only just loud enough for the mage to hear over the eager sounds of the succubus' stomach stirring to life, soft gurgles and groans that hinted at the production of stomach acids that would slowly but surely take her apart.<br/><br/>For all of Delia's delight, the mage found the experience...less enjoyable. Most notable was the tightness - Delia's slender little tummy hardly seemed large enough to accept her head, much less all of her, and yet as the peristaltic motions of the throat force her into the far-too-small space, she can feel it stretching tightly around her, JUST enough to allow the next little bit inside. The acrid smell of stomach acids tickles her nose as she's forced face-first against the slimy walls of the succubus' stomach, her body scrunching in upon itself and more and more was forced into the tight elastic digestive sac alongside her. There was simply no room, and yet, in the span of a quarter-minute, she finds herself entirely squished inside her new, temporary home, the eager, lightly-rippling walls squeezing tightly around her, conforming to her as she struggled for freedom...<br/><br/><br/>((Delia moves 30 feet back behind her allies!))<br/><br/>The sudden appearance of the lapine and the captain draws Delia's victory grope to an abrupt closure. Mmm, she could veritably TASTE the sexual energy upon the two, a sensation that further added to her own enjoyment "Awww...did we interrupt? Mmph. That's no good. Why don't you two go back to your cabin and enjoy yourselves? We can talk about the ownership of the ship later." Rather than sticking around in easy arm-reach, Delia lightly skips back, retracing her steps to reach the mage until she slips in behind the larger, more protective flank of the centaur.<br/><br/><br/>Stats!<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;">AC - 15<br/>CMD - 20<br/>CMD Vs Grapple/Swallow - 23<br/>HP - 34/52<br/><br/>Spell Resistance - 18<br/><br/>Belly AC - 18<br/>Mage's escape DC - 22</div></div></div>