<span style="font-weight: bold">Ambrosia</span><br/><br/>The grove Xarithe leads her to is... “Beautiful...” she breathes, as dappled sunlight caresses her though the canopy of leaves. “I wouldn't mind spending eternity here,” she says, turning, stopping suddenly, and letting him run into her. Her breasts, and belly, squish pleasantly against his chest. “Or...” her fingertips brush his lips, trail down his neck. She's close enough he can taste her breath. “Here,” she says, spreading her palm over his stomach. “Or if not eternity, at least a little visit.” Ambrosia pauses. “Would you<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>have eaten that druid? It's so pleasant to find a human in touch with their hunger.”  She continues, squriming lightly against him. “It's in all of us... and any of us can be<span style="font-style: italic">in</span>any other. Just,” she pauses, stepping back, smiling broadly, “food for thought.”<br/><br/>Quite matter-of-factly, she begins to hike her armor, lifting the flowing darkleaf aside. Beneath, she wears a simple shift, undone and gone in a few quickly-tied knots. She's bare from her bulging belly down. Beneath a particular tall-growing tree, she squats, and begins to push... spoilered for semi-excrement (quite clean though)<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;">NB the position I have in mind is this one: <!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="https://aryion.com/g4/view/208526">http://aryion.com/g4/view/208526</a><!-- m --> <br/>The cultist had gone down headfirst, and apparently hadn't gotten churned around in her belly, for the first thing to appear is the rounded top of his skull, pale white and coated in a creamy fluid that smells like sex. “Fairies digest very effectively. Cleanly. Bones and armor and such... their body needs to be <span style="font-style: italic">lubricated</span>,” she smiles, “and since our bodies already make lubricant...” she groans, as his full half-orcish jaw is forced through her gaping anus, and his skull drops, to rock on the forest floor. She eyes it, with something between distaste, dispassion, and longing. “Not a bad meal,” she muses, “but not a serious opponent nor a delightful, tumultuous love.” She pauses, as the head of a femur begins to peak from her ass. “I won't be keeping that,” she nods towards the now-tumbled skull, as the long thin legbone begins to be pressed from her body, a rib squished in tight besides it. Soon, a jumble of bones is all that's left of him, and Ambrosia's ass is tightening in on itself once more, a little red from its exertions, and positively dripping with sex-juice...</div></div></div>