Digestion and such<br/><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;">His words seem to fall upon deaf ears, drowned out by the sounds of digestion, and that of the woman's enjoyment. He had attempted to cause Dura some jealousy, to promise them both the world in pleasure, yet the only response he would receive would be the pleasured moans of Odette, the woman who was digesting him, echoing out all around him. <br/><br/>The walls of her stomach clench in strongly against him, keeping him tucked tightly against himself as he had so obediently done for her during the slow and steady walk to the ship. Her stomach taking full advantage as it presses in with surprising force, crushing down on him, grinding it's acid coated, fleshy folds into every nook and cranny it can find upon the body of the bard. Her stomach's actions only seeming to increase in effort the higher Odette's pleasure would rise, as the more excited she becomes the more acids drip and dribble in all around him. Steadily filling the chamber as they pool and rise up below him. Only to be squeezed ever higher with every breathe taking contraction of the woman's powerful tum. Speaking would surely become problematic at the rate her digestive system was working, for every time he goes to open his mouth, the air is forced from his lungs, his lips are made to seal tight as the rising level of acid laps eagerly against them. Ready to flow into this newly opened entrance, to rush into his body and begin digesting him from within, as well as without.<br/><br/>Dura's hands can always be felt, those strong feminine fingers rubbing and kneading the slimy walls of the stomach skillfully against him, the very same hands that had not long ago held and caressed him, upon their first meeting, where now working diligently to aid in his digestion. She knew what she was doing that much was clear, and what's more the pair where getting off together at the sensations and sounds of his powerful body being ground away into little more than a nutrient rich soup.<br/><br/>Even the woman's stomach acids seemed to be surprisingly strong, for though Xarces had been bathing in them for quite some time now, they having slowly sloshed about him with every step that had brought her here. He hadn't expected them to have this much an effect upon his acid resistant skin. His heritage which had seen him through so many stomachs, seemed to be little match to the gastric prowess of what had appeared to him to be an ordinary girl, albeit a rather attractive one at that. Yet as the crushing grind of muscle and palm continues, as the woman's pleasures mount higher and higher, he begins to feel the familiar tingle of acid, give way to an ever increasing stinging burn. His flesh growing red and irritated by the continued friction, each grind of her churning stomach coating him in a fresh layer of viscous digestive fluids, which eagerly settle in and begin their work of melting and stripping away his bodie's outer layers of defenses.  <br/><br/>All of this was happening so fast, or perhaps not fast at all as Xarces quickly loses track of time within the constant digestive assault, the world of moans, squirms and pleasure that is ever mounting all around him as the two women revel in the shared experience of breaking down his body, while sharing and enjoying one another all the while. Xarces had to admit it was quite arousing, quite sexy and caused his blood to pump and flow much faster than he'd anticipated. Being once again surprised at the potency of the effects this woman's body had upon him. His mind reals to find an explanation, to find some glimmer of hope, as he'd survived so many strong and powerful stomachs up until how...surely he wasn't to be made a proper meal by this one... Yet he couldn't deny how effective her body seemed to be upon him, how easily the muscled walls grind and squeeze against him, beginning to strip away the upper layers of his beautiful skin. How effectively the acids burn and work their way in, weakening and melting his defenses like he was little more than a succulent fruit, ripe for the taking. Even the effect her bodies motions, the sound of her voice have upon his heart, and his hormones...being coated in Dura's sexual fluids only adding to such effect......he flashes back to their first meeting, how though her attempt at seduction had floundered, he'd found an irresistible charm in her body, in her slightly greasy black hair, her cute little pudge, and dirtied peasants attire she wore.....How she gripped him, held him, began to consume him...even then he knew he should be able to squirm away with ease, that overpowering the woman should be a trivial matter.....yet still she managed as if he'd had no chance of escaping at all, effortlessly slurping him down like any other culinary delight.<br/><br/>All of this information swirls in his brain, much like the torrents of acid that churn and swirl around him. As her stomach squeezes in, conforming so perfectly to his frame, Xarces mind would come to a rather chilling conclusion "Could I....could she.....could it simply be that this is my destiny......that I was meant and made to be digested by this one...." he whispers softly to himself, as all the forces working against him seemed too potent and effective to be anything otherwise. Such thoughts both frightened, and excited him. Xarces unwilling to give in completely, and yet at the same time the thought of being melted down entirely, of taking the journey through her intestines, of being squeezed out between those beautiful cheeks, why it causes his heart to race, to even flutter. The excitement and uncertainty of it all, Xarces taking this situation as a challenge, a chance to prove what he was made of. If his words had failed him, Xarces decided in that moment that his actions would not. He'd give this woman everything he had, give them both all the pleasure he could muster. At best he'd exhaust them to the point that even her stomach muscles proved little threat...at worst he'd work himself into a meaty slurry, ready to be ferried along deep into her intestines to replenish and refuel her while she rested and recovered. Given how things where going however, both options seemed right to him...it was only a matter of putting his skills to the test, and seeing how things played out...at the very least he'd go out doing what he loved, performing for the pair, pouring his heart into the walls of this woman's stomach.<br/><br/>From within his tightly confined space, Xarces presses out firmly against the grinding wall of Odette's belly. "Ooooh baby your stomach, it's soo strong~" he calls out to her, praising her as well as working to further enhance her arousal. "It feels sooo good being churned, ground, squeezed and worked by these magnificent walls, by Dura's skilled and sexy hands, slathered in her love juices.....mmmm why even now i can feel my skin softening, can feel it being stripped away to melt and pool in the acids around me, fresh nutrients to be sucked down into your intestines, to fuel your beautiful body!" He cries out loud enough for them to hear him, filling the air with what they'd surly love to hear. With the mood set, he begins his performance. Begins wiggling with renewed vigor within her churning gut. His motions are different than before however, for instead of simply rubbing and caressing, exploring the inner walls of that tum. His body is rolling, pressing, and grinding out along with the churning walls. Working with the internal motions of the tum, to enhance each and every aspect of his bodies digestion. Allowing the pair to better feel each press of her stomach's muscle, to feel every roll as his hips and hardened member grind out against the walls. The squelches, gurgles and glorps are amplified as well as his motions squeeze more acid, more of his melting flesh in between the folds and pockets of flesh in her stomach. <br/><br/>Even Dura is granted greater access to his form, her fingers able to dig deeper, to conform and wrap around the definition of his body beneath that tightly stretched belly flesh. She feeling every time his flesh grows weaker, feeling his hard body growing soft, feeling parts of flesh shift that should rightfully not shift. Feeling the upper layers of his skin rolling away, to reveal and leave exposed muscle in their wake, muscle which she can rub and caress, can begin to separate through the flesh with the ministrations of her hands.</div></div></div><br/><br/>Xarces<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;">and for fun here are some rolls for his performance while using a hero point for an extra attack <br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/240402">Massage</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+12</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">17</span><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/240411">Dmg</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d3+10</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">11</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/240404">Massage</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+12</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">23</span><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/240412">Dmg</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d3+10</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">13</span></div></div></div>