Digestiony stuff<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;">Focussing on the sensation of his power and strength being drawn away, Xarces simply couldn't put his finger on what, or where it was going to...It would soon become the least of his concerns however as he feels it suddenly cut off. The bard being rocked hard within her belly by the external blows that reign down upon the body of the priestess. Her tum jiggling violently, as Xarces' digesting body is thrashed hard against the far wall of her stomach. Groaning along with her stomach, he is almost instantly pressed back into place by a sudden pleasure induced clench of muscle all around him. The walls closing the gap from every angle as his liquefying remains slosh audibly about within. The priestess moans echo out all around him, resonating within his weakening body as a smile is brought to his face. (That's it...enjoy yourself, savor this experience, the pleasure that I am able to bring you.) he thinks, satisfied with all that he had done now. (Sit back, and relish in the pleasure, as your body takes care of the rest.)<br/><br/>The presence of a clawed hand pressing in against him once more, is a welcome addition, for Xarces realizes to whom it belongs, feeling the priestess' touch, he shudders with delight. (The touch of the woman who's body I give my everything too...) these thoughts bringing him joy in these final moments as the priestess arousal seems to have worked up her appetite even more. Her arousal reaching so high that as she falls back, as the acid splashes up and rains down all around him. Xarces begins to feel, not only the massaging rub of her scaled hand, but also the continual jostle of a second hand hard at work beneath her armor. (Is she....why yes....yes she is, my efforts paid off!) he determines, being able to feel hear, and experience the increased breathing, the rapid beating of the priestess heart. Whey even her stomach had switched modes, no longer content to lazily digest him, it was now crushing in ever harder. Renewing it's efforts to claim him as her meal. Each grind takes with it more and more of his flesh. As acid sears into his muscles, seeps deep to begin the tingling burn against many of the bard's internal organs. His wings, he realizes where not fairing well. Lacking the strength to properly fold them, they are trapped within powerful stomach contractions, held between stomach folds, twisted and bent. Popping cracks of bone play out within her gurgling tum, as Xarces moans in pained pleasure as his wings are crushed and broken. the feathers being stripped clean, the stomach soon begins to task of plucking every last bit of meat from those delicate bones. What's more the constant shifting, churning, and grinding of her powerful stomach muscles, would begin to break and mash the bones within even further. Of course his wings where not the only area to be suffering, already he can feel the muscles on his legs beginning to melt, can feel the strength in his arms slowly start to fade. <br/><br/>Though these sensations and realizations would cause him to groan, moan, and smile at the knowledge that he would be fueling her soon. The icing on the cake was when he realizes that at this very moment, he can feel bits and pieces of his body being absorbed into the stomach walls all around him. His broken down flesh, being pulled immediately into her blood stream, used for sustenance right away as he hoped so very deeply that whatever had caused the pull of his strength to the other creature to stop,  whatever may be happening to her without, that his digestion would serve to see her through, that his death would not entirely be in vein, that it would serve to feed, nourish, strengthen, and become one with such an impressive lizardfolk. The absorption of his body was one thing, but Xarces feels that pull on his spiritual strength once more, his essence,his soul, his very existence pulled into and absorbed by the slippery stomach lining of the priestess. It was a feeling like nothing he had ever known. A constant trickle, a spreading numbing warmth, a blissful sensation that he could not describe. For to be touched in one's soul, to have it actively drawn into the stomach of another, why Xarces nearly releases at the slightest inkling of the sensation. (MMMnnnn priestess....my soul....I can feel it.....feel it powering you...all that I am....is for you.) he thinks and repeats to himself, unwilling to go back on his promises. Content in his new lot in life as he sits motionless, allowing her digestive system to work in earnest upon his supple and nutritious body. Allowing it to take care, and prepare him for the long and winding rode of her intestines, Xarces softly sighing as he envisions what that journey would be like.</div></div></div>