<span style="font-weight: bold">Xarces/Shaklik</span><br/><br/>Shaklik smacked her lips in pure satisfaction. There was a full-sized meal in her stomach, a meal as large as she herself, and unlike her last, there was<span style="font-style: italic">nothing</span>to stop her digesting it – and all the sweeter that it was someone she knew, and disliked, and who'd more than once threatened to... well, there was nothing to stop her digesting him<span style="font-style: italic">now</span>.<br/><br/>Xarces pressed one palm into her mouth, and began to rub his own flavor across her tongue. Aside the sweetness of revenge, and the satisfaction of impending digestion, his flavor was far better than her<span style="font-style: italic">current</span>meal. She licked and slurped at his palm, hand, wrist, as he claimed as much, and her eyes grew beady and wicked.<br/><br/>“You're a cleansing apertif, and a sweet dessert,” she mumbled around his hand, “but there's a flavor of a main meal you can<span style="font-style: italic">digest</span>that can't be matched,” she teased, her reptilian eyes warm as she gazed at him. He really was divinely beautiful. He knelt, his arm still dangling from her mouth, and rested his head against her full tum. Her heart fluttered, her breath came fast, and her stomach<span style="font-style: italic">gurgled</span>eagerly. It remembered his touch, from within and without... and he made his soft mammallian sound of pleasure as it did so. He planted butterfly kisses across the soft scales of her underbelly, as he cooed gentle encouragement to her meal.<br/><br/>"Shaklik my sweet,” Xarces said, “you look...mmmmnnn so unbelievably sexy with that belly bulge. Having helped you swallow him down....watching him disappear between your luscious lips..... Just knowing..... knowing what your body aims to do with him...." Xarces states, biting his lip as he looks down to her tummy and blushes. "Why it turns me on like you wouldn't believe."<br/><br/>But she did believe it. Not just that he was turned on, which was obvious, but that he was turned on by what her stomach was doing to its meal, where he had so recently been – it was intensely pleasurably, but more arousing even than that sensation was the knowledge that<span style="font-style: italic">he</span>was aroused by it too.<br/><br/>The<span style="font-style: italic">heat</span>of his kiss, against her neck, was intense, then his pelvis ground against her distended belly. Her own flesh shifted and rippled around the pleasure of his pressure, but her meal was helplessly and uncomfortably trapped, the weight and force of Xarces grinding acid deep into the scaley protection of his skin – protection that would soon fail, Shaklik realised. Her belly gurgled, as Xarces helped it work on its squirming prey, its own muscles now having little more to do than hold the meal in place before Xarces's onslaught.<br/><br/>"After all I did help feed him to you,” Xarces continued, “so it seems only right that I help your body digest him, help break him down. What better way for us to do that then with a heated bout of......" he pauses kissing a trail from her neck to the hole of her ear "Sex."<br/><br/>“Yes,” Shaklik moaned, without thought. “Of course,” she purred in delight, as she began to appreciate what would be coming: Xarces, inside of her. Yes. Yes. “Please,” she moaned softly, tilting her head and shifting her hips invitingly. She was well fed and full aroused, and ready, so<span style="font-style: italic">ready</span>...<br/><br/>"Let our combined motions churn your belly, to slosh and slam him within,” Xarces said, “and as his body softens from our efforts. Let the last thing he hears be our passionate moans, the slapping of our flesh, the last thing he feels be the slamming of our bodies against one another, the thrusting of our loins. Let him know that as he squirms and struggles, as his body melts away, that his efforts, his final moments of life, shall only serve to brings us pleasure." He comments pulling back to smile oh so naughtily into her eyes. "What do you say my sweet?”<br/><br/>Shaklik moaned, as Xarces squirmed and promised<span style="font-style: italic">satisfaction</span>atop her, and her meal squirmed, and in its own meaty way, promised satisfaction within her. “Yes,” she groaned, desperate, “yes!”<br/><br/>“Will you hold off on digesting him for but a moment?” Xarces asked. “So that we may escape to someplace safe.....so that we may properly treat our guest to his final moments?" he asks pulling himself to his feet and outstretching his hand, eager to fly her wherever she may wish to be taken, eager to make good on his plan.<br/><br/>“No!” She blurted, as he tried to stand, to pull away from her. Her clawtips gripped and fumbled and tore, peeling at the fabric coverings of Xarces's perfect<span style="font-style: italic">bulge</span>. Her tail tangled in his legs, tumbling him down atop her. Her meal shrieked as the weight of Xarces's fall crushed him, and the aftermath sloshed a wave of acid across his cracked and burning flesh. “No waiting,” she moaned. “Not for my meal and not for you,” she continued, cold claws sliding down to grip his hardness firmly, pleasurably,<span style="font-style: italic">carefully</span>. “Now,” she moaned, amid the burning remains of her old life. “In me<span style="font-style: italic">now</span>.”