stomach and digestion related 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;">Pressing his hands skillfully against the walls of her stomach, the scent of acids becomes increasingly stronger. A shiver running down his spine as he relates what is happening to the dreams he has had. The stomach walls pressing in harder and harder, their gentle massage quickly gaining teeth as the powerful muscles compress in on his body. His legs are bent and bashed, extended wings squeezed and pinched, as a steady drip of liquid begins to trickle down upon him. Xarces gasps out in shocked pain as despite his familiarity of stomach motions, her stomach catches him off guard, for just as the bard seems at home pleasuring her belly, it seems her stomach is just as familiar with the process of breaking him down. Pinning him in place to crush in all around him....just as Xarces thinks he hears the cracking of his bones.....his form shifts upward, squeezed free of her bellies deadly embrace, only to settle once more into the pit of her tum. "Mnnnfff god....even.....your belly is decisive!" he shudder out as he continues to press and massage against the flesh of her stomach. <br/><br/>His heart beats faster and faster as the priestess' voice resounds all around him. The sound of her chanting, the mention of sacrifice. (The power of her belly...I won't be able to take much more of it...) he begins to wonder if his plan would pay off, or if he truly was destined to meet his end within the belly of this priestess. (Just a little bit longer....hold out a little bit longer..) he coaxes himself as he struggles to find his rhythm once more. working with the grinding churn of the priestess' large tummy. The offered room enabling her tum a wider range of motion, as Xarces soon finds himself being churned more effectively then ever. The belly moving him from side to side, turning and twisting his body all about as he is rolled head over heals within it's slime coated embrace. The pool of acid swelling up all around him, squeezed to the point it rises over his midsection, only to relapse back into a shallow pit at the very bottom with the constant shifting of the lizardess' belly walls.<br/><br/>For a time as he rubs against her stomach walls, he wonders if he hasn't suddenly lost his touch. But the more he thinks on the matter it would seem that his motions where just as expertly timed as they had been before, mirroring, matching, and complimenting the motion of her stomach perfectly. No doubt they where producing a pleasurable sensation.....but as the acid coats, tingles, and burns against his flesh he wonders if instead of serving to distract and incapacitate her.....he wasn't working perfectly with her body.....aiding in his own digestion..... (This isn't working...she's too strong..I can't resist her stomach...it is my fate to be digested....).....It was at that thought, when inspiration strikes. (What if...I'm going about this all wrong....what if...instead of trying to please her, while preserving myself...I take a different approach...if nothing else....this will be a meal the likes of which she has never had!) with a surge of energy he shifts his momentum, not willing to simply fall into the perfect motion of digestion, and having more sense then to try and work against it.... but rather he decides to work with and above it..... Grinding his form hard against the wall of her tum. When the muscles squeeze in, he squeezes against them, when the acid rises over his head, he dives down to caress along the lower most ring of her tummy. Throwing caution to the wind, he actively works along with his own digestion to create a pleasured response far greater then what one would think a meal possible of. The moans of his performance echoing out in unison with the sounds of digestion, creating a song and performance all on their own. Xarces embracing her digestive process completely, as he works not only to coat himself in her digestive fluids, but using the very motions that aim to be his undoing, to perhaps just maybe, lead to his salvation....</div></div></div><br/><br/>[[Xarces: Massage attempt which I presume to miss, burning my last lvl 2 spell to add 6 to the attack however with gallant inspiration.<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/146795">Massage</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+8</span><span style="font-weight: bold">11</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/146799">Gallant Inspiration</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">2d4</span><span style="font-weight: bold">6</span><br/><br/>modified attack total of 17<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/146800">Nonlethal</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d3+5</span><span style="font-weight: bold">7</span>