Xarithe looks into the insect-woman's eyes for any sign of hesitation, any trace of interest in the topics he discussed. As she speaks Xarithe rejoices in silence, hoping to hold her interest long enough for Sira to arrive. Xarithe pays close attention to her words, looking for any topic he may be able to elaborate on,to further stall his consumption. Listening attentively as she laughs at him, calls him pathetic. Speaking of her choice and of her god. This all bounces off his skin, though when she mentions his soul would belong to her master, while his body has the honor of becoming a part of her. Xarithe is given pause (become a part of her....) he thinks as for a split second this oddly romantic notion winds it's way through his mind.<br/><br/>Soft vore, and mild amounts of sexyness<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;">Before he can make any reaction to stall her further his horned head is suddenly rushing upwards. Breezing past the crimson divide of her lips, plunging hard into the dark interior of her maw before, bashing abruptly against the roof of her mouth. He feels a disorienting jostling from the ridges lining the roof, zipping past them to press firmly against her soft pallet, a sickening splorch the last sound he hears......followed by silence, stillness.....<br/><br/>Xarithe's eyes flutter under their lids, he cracking his neck from what must have been a long nights sleep. Blinking open his hazel eyes he sees darkness all around him (It must still be night...) he realizes. A wet glisten reflects back before his eyes, set upon a black canvas. Janice's scales shifting about him no doubt, as he feels the warm heat of her body squeezing in from every angle. A smile spreads across his lips, as he did very much love spending the night wrapped tightly in her coils, knowing he was safe, listening to her serpents belly work on the previous nights catch, the sounds of digestion lulling him to sleep. A heart beat rings in his ears, as does the heavy sound of breathing "Mmmm mistress, I love the way your body feels around me." Xarithe croons with delightful satisfaction.   A feeling of warmth and belonging swells within the chest of the druid as he feels what must certainly be her dexterous tail tip, winding it's way around his waist. "Holding me tight mistress?..... you know I'll never leave you." he sighs out blissfully. The druids hand reaching down to caress along the slender length of the end of her tail. Taking it in his palm to run along it's surface, rubbing and lightly kneading at the flesh. Massaging it as she had taught him, for Xarithe's medical prowess did not simply extend to the patching of wounds, the treatment of disease. For he knew just how and where to touch, the right amount of pressure to apply, to bring about relaxation and pleasure alike.  <br/><br/>A series of sharp grasping pricks, startle him, being felt upon his rump, pressing just above his vulnerable manhood. "Ohhww....careful, careful..." he speaks in a hush towards her. "Always In such a hurry to get what you want....even when we've got plenty of time." he sighs, leaning forward to press his lips to her smooth scales. Something is immediately off about them. They seem much much hotter then usual....what's more......they are slick, slimy even....and seem to throb quite excitedly beneath his kiss.  "Why your all slicked up for me....mmmnnnn I do like a bit of slime...." he exclaims as he imagines the fun that could be had with her scaled tail covered in this thick syrupy substance. A dark slime that seems to stick to him eagerly, coating his figure as those coils shift around him. His body squirming lightly, moving forwards wishing to find and kiss her human flesh. His hand reaches out, flailing in the open air....he assumes to have reached out of her coils...another blind grab would bring a wobbly orb into his grasp, the soft fleshy mound weighs heavy in his palm. This seemed very odd to him as this mound of flesh was also covered in slime. He would however give it little thought, assuming it to be one of her heavy breasts, leaning in he buries his face against it, kissing long and hard.....suckling lightly on the flesh wishing to leave a record of the night's activity, a hickey....<br/><br/>As he does this however, the tang of acid continually wafts up into his nostrils, increasing in intensity as his actions had likely roused her hunger. The taste of the woman's syrupy saliva rushes over his tongue. (Hmmmm?) he thinks, before a sudden jolt snaps him out of his stupor, recovering from the sudden impact to his head..... the fantasy world around him, replaced with the harsh reality of the mantis-woman's mouth.The scaled shifting coils that rested before his eyes, would be seen to be the soft flesh at the back of the woman's mouth, the deep abyss of powerful rings of slick black muscle, twitching  tensing, quivering with anticipation, a corridor leading into the depths of the woman's esophagus. Xarithe resting precariously upon the very lip of her gullet, his head already placed into it's pulsating archway as it yawns open all around him. Xarithe cradling and kissing her dangling uvula lovingly...his other hand caressing along the length of her long slender tongue, which tethers him in place, coating it in his delicious mix of flavor. The feeling of Janice's clawed hands grasping at his pants....turn out to be little more then pointed teeth set against his flesh to prevent an easy escape. <br/><br/>The sting of acids continues to remind him of just where he was, where she intended to send him. (No..no..noo, this can't be happening....not her, not now!!) he thinks as his heart beats rapidly, his body flushes deep red with embarrassment as he realizes what he had said, what he had done. Squirming in the grasp of her mouth, his movements create a symphony of slimy wet noises, the woman's saliva squeezing and squelching against every inch of his his head and torso.Hot, and thick, as it clings to his moving limbs in long weblike strands. Xarithe shamefully remaining silent as he listens to any response the woman may have. (Sira....hurry....this lesser creature is not worthy......of having my body completely....) he thinks, allowing a shift to happen in his own body. His eyes becoming slitted, tongue becoming forked, as sharp fangs replace the teeth he once possessed. Running his prehensile tongue against them, he can taste the venom held within those fangs....Xarithe knowing all too well the ways of the wild, should she swallow him down then her body would have every right to take him as her own, break his body down and absorb what it desired into her own. (I can't let that happen....I will show her that there is something she can learn from me after all....can show her the bite of a viper....) he thinks as he prepares himself for the swallow that is likely to follow. Secretly wishing to hear a scream of panic as Sira leaps from the bushes to rescue him in the nick of time.</div></div></div><br/><br/>Sira meanwhile glides gracefully across the dirt path. Tongue constantly flicking out as she picks up the scents of all three entities before her. Two she recognizes as prey, one however is that of her master. From the sound of his voice, and the manner in which the giant mantis woman is holding him, she knows he is in danger. Despite this she moves at, what some would describe as a lazy pace, to his aid. As she approaches the first potential meal steps out to block her path. her head cocks as she looks to him inquisitively, the look in her eyes as if to say 'are you mad?' a casual flick of her pink tongue would look almost as if she where teasing the poor fellow. Though when he has the audacity to swing at her.....why this simply would not do. Sira quickly retracts her head, bunching her upper body, creating an accordion shape within her neck. The blow harmlessly grazes off her emerald scales. She blinks once, twice...cocking her head to the right, then to the left looking with much to curious eyes, at the meal before her as the pits in her muzzle deliver vital information of the half orc's most vulnerable points. Able to see the fluctuation in body temperature, where the blood flows most heavily throughout his body. Without warning her head stops in place, held ridged in mid air, her pupils narrow into tiny slivers, as her golden specked eyes stare intently at her prey. In an instant her head springs forward, accompanied by a sudden hisssshh of air, jaws open wide, revealing the light pink interior of the serpents maw. Fangs flash, as she seeks to sink her hooked needle-like teeth deep into the flesh at the base of his neck.<br/><br/>[[ Xarithe is using a standard action to activate his totemic transformation gaining a bite attack (1d4+con damaging poison) and +2 to CMB ]]<br/><br/>[[Sira is attempting to bite, grab, and constrict the cultist in her way. ]]<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/139014">Bite</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+9</span><span style="font-weight: bold">16</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/139015">bite dmg</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d4+10</span><span style="font-weight: bold">14</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/139016">Grab</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+17</span><span style="font-weight: bold">34</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/139017">constrict</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d4+10</span><span style="font-weight: bold">13</span>