'Don't count your tits before they grow!'<br/><br/>Delia would have laughed, had the sudden appearance of arms in her throat not prevented her from doing so. Instead, it runs off in a choked-sounding 'Ha-ha-hrk!', her soft lips spreading open in the semblance of a yawn as two hands work their way up her throat and into her mouth.<br/><br/>It was...a decidedly new experience. She could vaguely, ever so vaguely, recall others who'd tried so desperately to squirm their way back up her throat as she lounged languidly upon silken sheet and soft pillows, but actually having them succeed to some degree...she could not recall. In fact, most of those squirms had been met with delighted moans of pleasure as they squirmed fruitlessly in her stomach, her hands lazily roaming across the shifting bulge they made in her midsection as she slowly but surely digested them. Yet the mage...<br/><br/>It was a testament to how much her exile had weakened her, had torn her from her place along the top of the proverbial food chain. Even as the mage's head slid slickly back up her throat, Delia was tensing her throat, preparing for the swallow that would send the delicious woman back into her stomach where she so clearly belonged. Tail swishing in annoyance, Delia reaches up and casually plucks the two fingers that'd managed to get a hold on either side of her lips, bending them back and tucking them delicately back between her lips. Just as the mage's head makes an appearance in her mouth, her face straining with effort to pull herself free of her tight, fleshy prison, Delia opens her mouth just to give Katje a brief look out from between her lips, the soft glow of light outside briefly illuminating her face before - with a backwards tilt of her head - Delia swallows again.<br/><br/>The bulge of the woman's head quickly reappears in Delia's throat, sliding downwards, and is every bit as quickly followed by her arms, once more squished together and descending rapidly back into her full, shifting stomach. Smacking her lips, Delia wipes off a little bit of saliva that had been smeared on her cheek from the woman's escape attempt, her voice smug as she says "Mm...I count two tits, love, that you'll be stacked up on. Now settle down in there and just digest. Here, let me help you get a little more comfortable..."<br/><br/>((<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/437226">Re nomph!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+18</span><span style="font-weight: bold">23</span>Should be enough to reswallow mage, especially if she's in the 'merciless' area! ))<br/><br/><br/>With the mage once more deposited in her belly, Delia takes a few seconds to ease her hands down and roam them along the soft flesh of her bulging midsection, eyes closed in delight as she feels the doomed girl squirming within. Mmm, she was delicious, and ooooh how delightful it felt to have her squirming and shifting about in an effort to escape. She could not, though, afford to have her continuing to squirm her way back up and causing problems. It takes a few seconds before Delia feels the girl's knees spread out along the base on her stomach, and with a surprising amount of dexterity, nudges them upwards, forcing them to slip upwards along the front of her belly. The effect is immediate, forcing Katje down onto her rump inside the hot, slimy confines of the succubus' stomach, and Delia wastes very little time in gently massaging those knees tightly up against the entrapped woman's chest, forcing her into a sort of fetal position that'd make getting a good foothold all the more difficult.<br/><br/>((Delia uses 'Belly Rub' on herself as a move action, giving Katje a further -2 to all escape attempts. If she's wounded enough, she has a further -4 from 'Merciless'.))<br/><br/>"Ahh. Much better, mmm? Get comfy, dear. Got many, many hours of digestion ahead of you!" Giggling softly, Delia gives her stomach a satisfied slap, which Katje feels inside against her forehead - a little additional insult to her rather precarious situation. With the mage once more settled into her stomach, Delia casts a sidelong glance at Chira, Mona, and Xarius. They seemed to be doing well enough for themselves, and had pretty well taken care of most of the soldiers who'd moved in to stop them. Even Mona had survived, albeit with saliva-coated hair and facial features that was nearly enough to make Delia laugh at her. Perhaps later, when they were not all locked in mortal combat.<br/><br/>Xarius, she notes, seemed to be rather proficient with his weapon, and his handsome countenance marked him as someone she'd have charmed and brought under her influence in the past, a perfectly willing bodyguard to protect her from any and all that chose to do her harm. Well, a bodyguard...and a pleasure-toy, for when she required more..primal diversions. To see him do it so willingly...was a nice change of pace. Something she'd have to speak to him about later. In private....perhaps while her dinner continued to digest between them...<br/><br/>Shaking the thoughts from her mind, the succubus returns her attention to the lapine, her face still somewhere between a pleasured, dreamy smile and a smirk. Admittedly, the lapine had a nice, firm-looking rump, no doubt brought on by her own physical fitness...and Delia found herself wanting to give it an equally as firm little slap. It is not, though, something she acts upon - still too dangerous "Oh, I know what you meant. As cute as you are, though...can't let you do that. Garth tried to protect me, is only right I return the favor. We're even, orc."<br/><br/>Lifting her hand, Delia concentrates for a few seconds and snaps her fingers - the effect it had was instant. A thin, greasy coating suddenly spreads along the orc's skin as if dribbled on from above by an unseen hand, making his greenish flesh slippery and difficult to maintain hold of. It also...admittedly made him smell even MORE delicious, a sort of fruity, buttery-type scent emanating from the strange, greasy stuff that had coated him. Grease...but flavored?<br/><br/>((Delia casts 'Grease' on Garth. I assume he gets no save, or will willingly fail it. His CMD against grapple/swallow is increased by +10, and he has a +10 on CMB checks to get out of a grapple or whatever! I feel like it should not really help when INSIDE a stomach, as...well, it makes no sense. x3 But that's DM's call!))<br/><br/><br/>Stats!<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;">Delia - 34/52 HP<br/>External AC - 14 (-1 stuffed, +1 haste)<br/>Internal AC - 19 (+1 haste? Does it work for this?)<br/>CMD - 20<br/>CMD (Grapple) - 22<br/>CMD (Escape stomach) - 22, with a -2 (from belly rub) and a -4 possibly based on mage HP, for a potential 28 CMD<br/>Hasted</div></div></div>