Hands grope at her legs, and despite the water pressing all around her there's an undeniable moisture between her thighs that didn't come from the ocean. Pinned, she can't position herself properly to let the legless mermaid know exactly where to touch and how, but what she's doing on her own is enough to draw a few more ragged gasps from the elf inside a tight-fitting mouth. Lips climb over her head and neck, starting to pull the mermaid's catch into its new home; so she wasn't inclined to keep Alizome around for fun? Well, that was expected. Few hungry predators would, even with an already full stomach... well, half full stomach now, from the way the mermaid's belly shrank under her legs' kneading caress. That was okay. Even fully swallowed, Alizome had pla-<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Mildly sexy and digest-y stuff spoiled</span><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;">-NNNNNNNSSSSS. OH. Without warning, the mermaid's tongue had sampled some of the mall amount of fat on her body, tongue thrusting underneath clothes as her chest was drawn in and her head crowned into the mermaid's throat. The hot, strong muscle caressing her breasts briefly shorted her mind out, and rather than the gentle undulations she'd been doing to let the mermaid know of her 'surrender', her body spasmed with surprising strength. Not enough to get out, of course, and maybe not even if she'd been consciously guiding it. She screamed into the tight throatflesh, pleasure echoing through both mermaid and water. Xarces gets a fine show as her legs stab out and begin kicking frantically, almost pushing the elf further in on their own. Of course, Alizome still doesn't know a potential rescuer is so close, so the way her lithe legs flail while sticking outside the mermaid's mouth is enthralling only by accident. Another swallow sees her hips brought in and caressed in turn, though the mermaid holds off on more fun to get the meaty elf inside as quickly as possible. Also understandable, and welcome. Alizome was useless for a few minutes after climaxing, which was exactly what she didn't need right now. Thighs and calves quickly vanished into the mermaid's maw as her head pushed out into the stomach. No light to see, of course, but from the sounds she could tell that the former occupant of the stomach was no longer among the solid. Strong peristaltic muscles shove her deeper in, pushing her face under the pool of acid and digested sailor even as fresh hungry acids start to coat skin and clothes. Almost immediately a familiar itching, burning sensation spreads over her body and between her legs, drawing a few last kicks and gurgling moans of pleasure from the elf. A hungry stomach- you couldn't stay for long, but the glorious sensations of being caressed by slimy flesh were addictive enough to tempt her to try sometimes. Turning over in the stomach and thoroughly coating herself with the half-digested soup, she can't help but spare a few seconds massage of her chest and between her legs, relishing the twin feelings of stimulation and digestion she so often paired... but only a few seconds. She would, Alizome knew, die in a stomach one day, but she wasn't ready to admit it was this one.<br/><br/>The mermaid's heartbeat, so strong inside her, let her locate that; she knew where she came in and where the exit to the stomach was. Those three defined where she was in a human-like anatomy with surprising precision, and Alizome got to work. "How slowly are you going to digest me, beautiful mermaid?" She calls into the stifling, sour darkness. "It's so comfortable in here, and I just want to... mmm..." another moan, half-faked. She pushes her back solidly against the back of the stomach, with arms and legs swelling the mermaid's stomach outwards and bulging it out to a surprising extent given the thin occupant. Hands and feet go to work, finding sensitive clusters of nerves and massaging them to send pleasure up and down the mermaid's spine down to her tailtip. "Oh, just keep them slow... I won't try to escape, I just want to melt away inside of you for as long as possible." Another kneading caress. "You hurried with the sailor, but surely with me you can be more... indulgent? I only want to make you feel as good as I do as I become part of you." Oddly enough, the mermaid starts to feel... more full than she should with only one elf inside her. "Don't leave," she pleads with a very, very faint edge in her voice. "What's your hurry? Just stay right where you are and enjoy me," she coaxes, buying time for a rescue.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>[[Using what's in the rules as a Struggle action to try to double her stuffed penalties to keep her from Running away from Xarces. Just refluffing it as pleasure instead of nasuea.<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/221911">"Struggle"</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+10</span><span style="font-weight: bold">23</span>]]