The happy thrums and hums of a woman enjoying her meal resound around him. The sides of her cheeks squeezing in on either side as her slippery tongue lavishes his face, absorbing every ounce of his delectable flavor. A part of Xarces could hardly believe this was real, that this seemingly ordinary girl was making a meal out of him...he gazing fully into the pink abyss of her pulsating throat...which greedily opens wide accompanied by a powerful suction, pulling the bards head entirely into the tight embrace of the woman's gullet.<br/><br/>Strong muscles ripple and run along the length of his face, steadily pulling him deeper along the length of that undulating passage. The sensation of her hot flesh encapsulating him...of her happy sounds, the wet and hungry licks that make their way over his neck and onto his shoulders, it all feeling enjoyable and unexpected at the same time as Xarces is filled with shock and pleasure all at once.  While outside Odette wastes little time in taking advantage of his distraction, peeling away layers of clothing, exposing more and more of his delicious flesh for which her tongue to roam.<br/><br/>Sinking deeper and deeper within her, Xarces moans lightly as his manhood slides into the heated confines of the woman's mouth. Her attentions causing him to squirm and grind his length upon her tongue, though not quite being enough to so easily send him over the edge. Despite this however, Xarces was more than distracted enough to consider any serious attempt at escape... "Ohmm Odette....you certainly know what your doing." he coos out while focusing his efforts on squirming for her, on fulfilling his promise of wiggling and writhing all the way down in the most pleasurable manner imaginable. His strong body rubbing and grinding along the walls of her throat as it steadily ripples and ushers him ever downward. Down towards the sound of soft gurgles....the periodic groan of a hungry belly, the intense heat of the core of this woman's body.....the closer her comes the more hints and reminders are bestowed upon him as to what he has become for her...food. For despite finding this incredibly arousing, the acrid stench which rushes up to greet him as he soon is pressed face to face against the tightly sealed sphincter of her stomach, was not one of an enjoyable nature... but rather the smell of acid, of digestion, of a hungry stomach, a preview of the ready and waiting digestive chamber below. A slimy and slippery sack of muscle designed to melt and mash meals.... such as him. Xarces gritting his teeth, nuzzles out against that muscled ring, accepting his fate, preparing to be drug bodily into this pretty girl's tummy...to curl and compact and settle into her stomach, to risk becoming a permanent addition to the cute little pudge that he'd seen around her middle.