digestion and internal stomach actions<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;">Feeling the slick throbbing folds of flesh sliding across his lips. Xarithe strikes out with his fangs, seeking to deliver his venom into the very same blood stream, that will inevitably take his nutrients, his broken down remains bit by bit, and disperse them within the body of the female druid. Biting down he would only feel the layer of flesh, slip harmlessly away with a consolatory squelch, brushing up against his tongue to leave the taste of acidity, the sour taste of defeat. The stomach almost seemed to be teasing him for no sooner would it convulse away from his clicking fangs, would it roll back in against his face, caressing him with slimy flesh. Thoughts of the futility of escape threaten to creep back into the forefront of his mind. Yet Xarithe continues to persist, getting another mouthful of spongy stomach lining,  his fangs poised along it's surface, only to have his efforts foiled as the entire stomach suddenly shudder around him. The wall slipping away from his grasp like so many had before it. Xarithe finds the tight embrace of flesh all around him suddenly becoming even tighter, conforming completely to his form as his ability to move freely is drastically diminished. Now instead of simply being able to push out against the fleshy wall, to move his head to one rippling side or another, he had no choice but to remain in constant contact with nearly every inch of her sweltering stomach. <br/><br/>(What the hell was that?) Xarithe wondered, as he could suddenly feel the beating of her heart as if it was much closer, feel every breathe that flowed into her lungs swelling in and out around him, and what's more his ability to hear what was going on in the outside world was even slightly increased. As now the flesh was stretched quite taut around his form, the small bulge made large in comparison, showing all manner of signs of Xarithe's movement within. (Her growth must have faded?....or perhaps she cut it off herself to more easily hide?......and digest.) his thoughts reverting back to his inevitable demise, as the strong sour scent of acid reaches an overwhelming high. The druid feeling a liquid trickle down his back. He gasps out at the tingling sensation it leaves in it's wake. (Acid?) he ponders, as more of the fluid begins to drip in around him. The tight stomach walls compress in on his form, crushing against him with a strength that had up until  now lain dormant, working to grind and compress his helpless body. Those wrinkled folds leaving no area untouched as they work those very same acids onto every inch of skin. Slathering him thoroughly, as if preparing him for the oven. The pressure from her stomach was strong, and yet just as it had denied his fangs purchase, his body would not allow it to take proper hold, to break or awkwardly contort any of his limbs. Xarithe had learned enough from his time outside Janice's digesting belly to know that it was best to allow his body to flow with the motions of the stomach, to remain loose, rather then ridged, to push only when not being pushed against......so many of the failings of her meals flood into his mind. Just as the insectile elf's powerful acids flood into his fleshy prison. <br/><br/>As the acids begin to pool around him, they begin to create all manner of wet and slimy noises, squishes, squelches a symphony of digestion, gurgling between fold and flesh alike. A strange sensation overtakes the hapless druid. For as he begins to feel the acid working to melt away his flesh, his heart would suddenly race. The druids blood surging within his veins, as his body is filled with a nearly overwhelming sensation, invigoratingly pleasurable, a high the likes of which he had never felt. Xarithe unable to resist, moans out as the wound from the corrupt druid's clawed hand begin to mend. (Oh god....why....why do I feel this way?) Xarithe questions as though he knew this acid would be his end, it had a reaction with his body that he simply could not control, causing him to flush red with embarrassment as his arousal rises and he is forced to squirm and fidget with sexual frustration within her belly. Trying desperately to maintain control, both wanting to escape, and yet wanting her acids to coat and cover his being more and more thoroughly. Of course with the effect the acids where having on his body, his hormones racing through his blood stream, Xarithe would find himself thinking of the beautiful women, who's company he had so recently departed, these thoughts as distracting as they where, would help to keep the back of his mind focused on his escape, keep him from giving in completely to the pained pleasure that assails his body.<br/><br/>While Xarithe is dealing with his conflicting emotions, his body wanting to stay and revel in the delights of the woman's stomach, his mind wanting to bite, tear, and rip his way free. Over the sounds of his own digestion, Xarithe would hear something close by. A familiar voice (Eiyre?) he wonders, envisioning the pretty, and upbeat blonde woman, who had danced with her horse? Hippogryph? Some kind of wood carving..... Xarithe uncertain if he had actually heard her, or rather that he was now hearing their voices too. Whatever the case Xarithe feels an unnatural jostle, accompanied by an inward pressure from the druid's stomach walls, localized as it slides up over his form. (Is that...wait there's two of them? Hands?....but the druid has claws....could they have changed back...or?) he realizes and wonders, whatever the case, it was clear that he enjoyed the attention, the first he has received from any source but the woman's digestive system since her tongue slipped between his legs, and that he assumed to be simply coincidental. Xarithe squirms and shifts appreciatively against their welcome presence. The image of his own hands could be seen to press outwards, his face to nuzzle against them,  shamefully savoring the attention, not truly knowing the source from which they came. <br/><br/>Nearly as soon as it had come, the tender caress of a woman's hands would vanish. The woman's body shaking around him, accompanied by the sound of slapping flesh. Xarithe's face pressed up against her stomach wall, she takes the opportunity to try to succeed where he had so recently failed, this time he would not be as deliberate before, trying a more subtle approach, gliding his lips across the slime covered flesh, to usher a fold between his teeth with the help of his sinuous forked tongue. Yet again he comes up short, his distraction too intense for him to focus, as his efforts would no doubt produce a pleasurable sensation for his devourer, as apposed to the pain and sting of venom which he had intended.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>breaking bones and soft vore<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;">Where Xarithe was having little success on his own attack, the same could not be said for Sira. Her ire would be felt, as those wide open jaws find hit target. The glistening pink interior, sharp hook like fangs, and the impending darkness of the serpent's throat would be the last thing the male cultist would ever see. For as his head sinks quickly into the velvety embrace of her throat as her teeth clamp down hard upon the cultists back and chest with unbelievable force. An audible crunch resounds from the ferocity of the impact. Sira was certainly not looking to be gentle with this one, for he had hurt her, had held her up from aiding her master. What's more as she holds him tight, her sinuous body gliding gracefully around him,  working to wrap the man in her coils, she would see no sign of the female cultist whom had made off with Xarithe, she having sunken beneath the trees. With her powerful body shifting and squeezing in, giving the man a full bodied embrace, Sira silently revels in the manner in which her prey falls limp, the meal's body succumbing instantly to her like the food he was. Having her meal right where she wants him, she gives one final squeeze, savoring the series of cracks that play out as each of the man's ribs are broken in turn, just to drive home the point that he should not have struck her. The breaking of bone accompanies the image of her head working it's way down and over his torso and core, those serpentine jaws unhinging so naturally, allowing the once defiant man swift access into her heated interior. As the man's head slips into the powerful embrace of Sira's throat, her vibrant green and blue scales stretch outwards, marking the progress of her meal.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>Xarithe<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;">Fast healing 2 kicks in due to acid dmg, 3 rounds remaining for the day.<br/>another missed bite attempt on the stomach......certainly seems he would rather slowly melt then escape &gt;.&lt;<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/139779">Bite</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+4</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">10</span></div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>Sira<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;">Swallowing the male cultist, as well as offering some more dmg to him via constriction.<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/139781">Vore check</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+26</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">33</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/139783">constrict</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d4+10</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">11</span></div></div></div>