<span style="font-weight: bold">Melissa</span><br/><br/>“Hey,<span style="font-style: italic">dork</span>,” I snipped, gently squirming on his cock. “If you’re just going to stand there and make me do all the work I can still eat you,” I said. “Just saying, if you’re no better than a dildo I might as well use one,<span style="font-style: italic">and</span>get a meal,” I continued, gently kissing him, licking<span style="font-style: italic">his</span>lips. “You’re pretty tasty, you know?” I paused. “At least shake your hips a bit? Jeez...”<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Sexual attack vs. Clif: 1, 3… total failure. Clif gains an extra dice in his next sexual action vs. Melissa</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Naomi</span><br/><br/>Only the lower part of Xarces’s legs dangles from my lips, and without much thought I slurp them down, as I have with so many stockboys before. His mass begins to curl comfortably in the pit of my stomach, and Jess watches enviously as it settles and gurgles.<br/><br/>I’d really stopped thinking of him as a person and a teammate when Jess’d decided to digest him, and when I’d decided to let her. That I’d later been able to swipe a lunch from her lips wasn’t relevant, really, to my prior desire to save Xarces. It’d been about my desire for a tasty meal - nothing more. Slowly, I let my stomach relax, not encouraging its digestion, but not restraining it either, and as a consequence I could feel acids beginning to drip within my belly, and the the muscles of my tum slowly beginning to nudge… my meal… into a tight, compact ball suitable for a long, slow digestion...