'But I would do it again'.<br/><br/>At first, the centaur's overzealous assault on the 'paralyzed' lapine was an inconvenience, and was a bit upsetting. Something that, given time, could have been shrugged off as she moved on to other playthings. The centaur's tone, though, the expressionless way she looked at her, and how casually she said she'd do it AGAIN caused a legitimate spark of anger to ignite in the succubus' chest, her eyes narrowing to mere red, glowing slits. Immediately, a half-dozen biting remarks sprang to mind. Oh, the 'big bad' centaur was afraid of a weaponless, outnumbered, and lust-paralyzed rabbit who was practically half-way down her throat already? No wonder she'd been captured. Not to mention, as unpleasant as it would be, Garth would have been safer inside of the rabbit, who'd in turn be inside of her. Unless the lapine's stomach acids were made of lava, the orc would have survived long enough to be extracted later. Now? A stray arrow or a sword thrust could very well KILL him, rather than merely leave him red-skinned but alive. She was not particularly fond of the orc yet (though his willingness to step in front of foes who might very well have tried a more direct assault on her certainly brought him up a notch in her eyes), but at least until they'd gotten control of the ship and gotten safely to port, they were allies.<br/><br/>Or supposed to be.<br/><br/>At the very worst, she could have digested the lapine, letting that powerful mortal soul ignite the far-dwindled ember of power that SHOULD have allowed her to take the entire ship over on her own. At best, she could - with a bit of gentle persuasion and a bit of magic - turn the imperial rabbit into an ally, another who'd willingly step between her and whatever unpleasant pointy things might be aimed at her.<br/><br/>Now? She was but a corpse, her soul already flown to whatever afterlife she'd earned. So much potential, be it as a meal or as a protector, lost.<br/><br/>For a few seconds, the very real thought of having the centaur take her place crosses her mind, and though it was an effort to get the human mage down, there was...memory of her taking much larger, and in much greater numbers. No. The centaur would fit. A soul was a soul, and even that of a centaur would go a long way to helping her restore herself to her former glory. Now, when she was wounded, would be the perfect opportunity --<br/><br/>Delia's stance suddenly relaxes. As much as her infernal blood boiled at the centaur's callous retort, and as much as her pride (or, what went for 'pride' by succubus standards) demanded she remove the inconvenience....there was still a ship to take over. Opportunities later would present themselves. Besides, she might prove useful later, even if just a wall of meat between herself and whatever might seek to do her harm. Or, she might provide a full stomach, if rations ran low. Whatever the case.<br/><br/>Without even responding to Chira, Delia exhales a little sigh, her eyes losing their glow (save for what was natural in the less-than-bright interior of the hold) and she shrugs, turning to Garth "...Glad you're okay. Tried to help you. Still quite weak, but did what I could." Even if the orc didn't particularly like or trust her, he'd done something...well, unexpected. The least he could get was a proverbial pat on the back "...Thanks for...helping."<br/><br/>Xarius' healing magic makes Delia shiver slightly, her gaze widening the slightest bit as the 'pure' energy courses through her. It made her skin crawl, yet at the same time...it did feel GOOD, and the stinging, burning sensation in her leg lessened enough to allow her to put her full weight on it without wincing. Forcing a little smile, Delia gives Xarius a sidelong glance, her wings fluttering slightly and mouth opening to say something...<br/><br/>...And it was in just that moment that her dinner, reinvigorated by Xarius' spell, found enough footing to brace herself against the base of Delia's stomach and SURGE upwards. A brief look of surprise and confusion crosses the pretty succubus' face a split second before a pair of slimy, acid-coated hands fly from between her soft lips, both hooking on her lower jaw and tugging forcefully, the mage's stomach-enzyme slickened face and shoulders appearing in the surprised succubus' now-open mouth just a split second later. It was a decidedly unpleasant sensation. It just felt...WRONG. Food, however squirmy, was supposed to stay in the stomach where it belonged until it had time to digest properly, and having it come back up the way it had went down made her stomach turn a little. No - she was going to stay right where she belonged. With that thought, Delia tenses her throat muscles and starts tilting her head back, trying to arrest the progress made by her defiant dinner.<br/><br/>It proved to be an unneeded effort, as Mona was quick to dart and in place her hand atop the mage's head. The brief verbal exchange is enough for Delia's throat to clench back down on the imperial's body, the very corners of her lips curving in smug victory as Mona gives the impertinent mage a forceful shove, stuffing her head right back down into the eager embrace of the succubus' throat. It was not the best flavor at longer - a few moments of stewing in digestive acids ensured she had a twang that was not just immensely pleasant - but there was still enough of a pleasant taste there to prompt a little quiver from the succubus, her tail lashing in delight behind her. The added sensation of the mage girl's weight once more sliding downwards and filling her stomach prompted a little moan of delight, her eyes fluttering at the all-too-right sensation of having her belly filled again, and likely for good, this time.<br/><br/>The mage's flavor, though, was not the ONLY pleasant surprise. The sensation of Mona's arm sliding along her tongue enticed it to action, flicking upwards and lightly swabbing across the bare flesh of the abyssal-blooded human. The taste, the texture...ugh, how it brought back memories.<br/><br/>All too soon, Mona retracts her hand, lightly coated in succubus saliva, and in that same moment, Delia snaps her jaws back shut, a casual backwards tilt of her head and a deep, throaty swallow sending the bulge in her throat downwards, her belly once more swelling with the mage's form. Placing a hand over her lips, she utters a single, soft "Uuurrrp...!", before exhaling a pleasure-filled little sigh, the same hand transitioning from her lips to her belly and giving it an approving little pat. She'd not be squirming her way out of there again without Delia's say-so, and given how utterly pleasurable it was to FEEL her defeat, to feel her weaked squirms and twitches as her tummy gurgled contentedly around her, the odds were much higher that she'd end up as succubus-padding within a day or two's time.<br/><br/>"Mm. Much better. Thanks." Her gaze settling on Mona, Delia idly considers her for a few seconds. Even if her initial impression of the girl was a little...lacking, she'd...surprised her. A pleasant surprise. With the taste of her skin still strong on her tongue, Delia takes a step that puts her in front of Mona, and - without so much as a word - reaches down, grabs the very same hand she'd just wiped off, and lifts it to her lips. With a soft 'slrrp', Mona finds her finger once more sliding between the succubus' lips, into the enveloping warmth and wetness of her mouth. Rather than trying to swallow her, though...Delia contents herself with simply sucking her finger, gazing right into Mona's eyes as she runs her tongue across the delicate, delectable digit. There's a playful glitter in her eyes, and though she never tries to actually swallow her, Delia eases that finger right up to the knuckle between her lips, allowing the very tip to lightly tickle her throat which teasingly squeezes around it, as if trying to pull it deeper into her.<br/><br/>"Mmm..." Delia moans with delight, and with a soft pull, eases Mona's finger back from between her lips with a soft, suckling 'Slrrp', though continues to hold it "...Remind me to thank you properly later." Leaning in closer, her voice drops to little more than a whisper, breath lightly tickling the red-heads ear "...maybe by giving you that meal you want. With a certain soldier I have contained back in our cells..." Giggling softly - mood apparently improved - Delia releases Mona's hand and steps back, whirling around to lean against Xarius' side and plant a little kiss against his cheek "As I was saying, I feel better! So, what is the plan now? Take the upper deck and cement our victory?"<br/><br/>Within Delia, Katje's world is reduced to the tight, slimy embrace of the succubus' belly and it's occasional gentle ripple, caressing her acid-soaked body with gentle massages that hide a more sinister intent - ensuring the pool of digestive acids she sat in remained agitated, enhancing it's digestive prowess, and further ensuring that the acid-coated walls continually rubbed their payload against her bare skin. With little but the soft gurgling and churning of the infernal's digestive tract (and the light-hearted little giggle she heard from above), her mind finds itself drawn to other sensations, most notably the very faint tingle that was starting to develop on her skin. It was not exactly painful, merely unpleasant, but it was immediately clear what it was. She was being digested already. Slowly, and likely she'd have many hours before it finally claimed her, but already...that faint tingle was there, hinting at what was to come.<br/><br/>Her lack of response to the succubus' jabs was enough to draw another little laugh from somewhere above her, and all at once she feels the succubus' hands pressing against her through the tight flesh of her organic prison, rubbing her head and face and - perhaps unintentionally - smearing both with a generous coating of succubi digestive juices. It looked as though she'd have plenty of time to formulate a new strategy for getting out of her digestive fate - however unlikely it was to appeal to the demon's nature.