<blockquote class="uncited"><div>Of course he would not simply sit there and let her savor his flavor without speaking "Whenever your satisfied Elanna, we can get moving, I'm sure we could find you a nice restaurant if you are still hungry." he tells her gently caressing her cheek while probing for more answers wondering if she would take him up on the offer, or if she would opt a reason to stay, indicating that she may prefer his own taste to a greater offer of delicious food.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"I- I can't-" Elanna stammers. "I can't<span style="font-style: italic">want</span>this," she moans. "I have a fiancee...<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>a fiancee, I'm<span style="font-style: italic">human</span>..." she moans, "I can't<span style="font-style: italic">wait</span>." She wails as her tongue desperately licks crumbs from Xarces's hands, her mouth stretching wider to accommodate her tongue's thrashing. Her gape broadens, till the merest forward lean, drawn by her attraction to Xarces's flavor, pulls his hand inside her mouth. Her lips close suddenly, as her attention focuses and her lips form a merely human maw. "Wha- what just happened," she says, as her mouth drools across Xarces's deliciousness. Helplessly, she swallows, slurping crumbs and Xarces's flavor down her throat. It's muscles pull at Xarces's fingertips, teasing them with a hunger she herself doesn't fully understand.<br/><br/>The rest of the group can sense Elanna's hunger, a hunger most if not all if you share. A hunger that - you recall - that through this task you're prophesied to help spread through the Five Nations... somehow. You've got very little time to lift the Devourer's curse from Elanna - if you even want to.