<span style="font-weight: bold"> Everyone </span><br/><br/>((Little OOC message! If you intend to take ANYTHING from the inventory of defeated enemies (previously posted), do so before the following day! Naji will be selling everything else of value that is not immediately needed, providing a nice little gold boost to the party! ))<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> The Suite </span><br/><br/><br/>"There's...no way I'm...!" Whatever 'there was no way' that Drodjee was going to do seems a moot point as the drowsy half-orc finds her hands pressed gingerly between Naji's lips, the drow's red eyes lighting up in excitement at the sudden flavor and texture that spreads across her tongue. It was a surprising sight, even to Johan. Sure, he'd seen her excited in moments of pleasure during their more raunchy bed-time endeavors, but to have her normally stoic facade broken so openly was every bit as rare as seeing the sun during a thunderstorm.<br/><br/>From their vantage point, both Cyria and Johan can see the smaller drow's tongue eagerly delving between Drodjee's fingertips, leaving thin spiderwebs of saliva between the slightly spread digits as her hands trail little by little into the inviting recesses of the drow's mouth, and the undulating throat beyond. Closing her eyes in sheer delight, Naji seems to relax completely, more than happy to allow Cyria and Johan to do most - if not all - of the work in feeding the unfortunate half-orc to her. Canting her hip to the side and putting her hand on it, Naji leans forwards JUST enough to make the effort of getting the orc into her a little bit easier, giving more of an 'angle' to continue stuffing the half-breed into her eagerly awaiting stomach.<br/><br/>Johan's own little tease is not entirely lost upon Drodjee, who mumbles something in response, her voice frantic but too garbled to really understand, Cyria's poison quite clearly working it's magic at this point. Given her orcish heritage, it's not too far-fetched to imagine she will shrug off the poison quicker than most....but not before Naji's stomach has her well settled, to the point that even her most fervent protests are unlikely to get her out of the eager drow's body. Still, when he presses his hardened shaft against the soft, fleshy cheeky of her backside, she gives a little wiggle in protest, gliding that smooth skin against his maleness for just enough stimulation to send a little wave of sensation up his spine.<br/><br/>Just as the half-orc's hands glide into the saliva-slickened tube of Naji's throat, the drow utters a moan of sheer delight, her ruby eyes opening to half-slits and settling first upon Drodjee herself, then flitting back and forth between Cyria and Johan with a mixed look of abject lust and appreciation. From Johan's own personal experience, there was something innately sexual to the drow about eating another (well, him), likely just enough to tickle the more dominating side of her personality. In the past, she'd acted much the same, mainly when playfully (or maybe she was serious, it was hard to tell) teasing him about his eventual place ending up as some much-desired padding upon her svelte body. This, though, was just a little more extreme, and both Cyria and Johan can easily see the drow quivering in absolute delight as inch after inch of tasty flesh is fed between her lips, the orc's arms soon disappearing and her head tucking neatly inside her wide-open mouth.<br/><br/>Naji's eyes flutter as her drider and human companions continue to heft and push, squeezing Drodjee's head neatly into her throat with a wet, squishy-sounding<span style="font-weight: bold">squelch</span>, earning another muffled murmur of protest from the half-orc, who once again begins to squirm weakly in an effort to free herself from her fate as drow-food. Cyria's poison, though (and the silken binding around the orc's wrists) proves to be more than enough of a barrier, and though her legs are kicking, her weight offers more of a problem than her feeble protests and lack-luster wiggles. One time, when Johan's hand ventures just a little too close to the drow's lips, he feels the slightest touch of her tongue against his fingertip, the little, pink muscle flitting out just enough to get a small, sampling taste of him as well, before the heft of the orc's breasts passing between her lips halts her from getting an even better taste. It's in that moment Johan sees just how much their own little 'training' sessions have paid off. Two months ago, Naji was having more than a little difficult in just forcing HIM down, but now she seemed to be managing the - arguably - widest point of the half-orc's body with relative ease. It was still a tight fit, and it takes more than a little pushing for the duo to push the green-skinned woman's breasts across the drow's tongue and into her throat, but two moons ago, it likely would have been an exercise in futility.<br/><br/>Even stuffed so full of orc-flesh, it does not stop small, muffled moans of sheer pleasure from bubbling up in the drow's chest and throat, her eyes once more sinking shut at the absolutely heavenly sensation of the first meal she'd get to KEEP sliding smoothly along her tongue and down her gullet. Little by little, Drodjee's well-toned stomach begins to pass between the drow's ruby lips, which briefly iris down, only to once more start widening back up to accept the more meaty swell of the half-blood's hips and rump. Johan's insistent little push is all that is required to coax the drow down onto the bed, and she seems all too happy to accept the additional comfort, resting her hands on the mattress to either side of her and leaning forward only just enough to make feeding the orc to her that tiny bit easier. Still, enthralled in the hedonistic moment, she clutches the covers beneath her tightly enough to make the dark skin of her knuckles go nearly white, eyes still shut as she simply allows the sensations to wash over her, the taste, the texture, the feeling of the orc's head pressing past the end of her esophagus and squeezing tightly into her stomach beyond.<br/><br/>Finally, Naji swallows the first time, a fleshy 'slrrrp' escaping her mouth as her throat eagerly tugs on the saliva-slickened body of her food, coaxing another muffled statement from the orc, but it is so muffled from inside Naji's stomach that it is impossible to understand. With another push, Drodjee's rump squeezes fully between Naji's lips, the drow briefly passing her tongue over the orc's thigh before her hips and thighs tilt downwards to join the rest of her in the slowly-bulging stomach of the drow. Mmm, it was delicious, and--<br/><br/>-- Naji's eyes suddenly snap open when the familiar taste of Johan's own taste and texture begin to mingle with the orc's, the drow's gaze leveling at him as his own hands and forearms begin to disappear between her lips, right alongside Drodjee's knees and calves. For a split second, his words don't seem to register in her pleasure-addled brain, but the moment they do, that old, familiar look of amusement returns to her glittering eyes, and she finally puts forth the first bit of effort she had since the moment Johan and Cyria had declared their intentions - she reaches out and lightly curls her fingers around Johan's shoulders. Though it's hard to tell with her mouth so tightly stretched around Drodjee's legs and his forearms, the very corners of her mouth seem to upturn the slightest bit in the faintest hints of a smirk, and with a little tug on his shoulders, Naji begins to swallow in earnest.<br/><br/>With the drow's eyes locked on his own, Johan can feel his hands squeezing into the slimy, slick embrace of the drow's throat, cramped up alongside Drodjee's own legs, and feel that fleshy, saliva-riddled tube immediately clamp down upon him. Naji was...not quite to 'predator' level yet, but there was still a surprising amount of strength in the grip of her throat, and with a little brush upwards along his shoulders and upwards along the side of his neck, Johan feels Naji's fingertips brush through his hair, ruffling it slightly....before her fingers hook gingerly against the back of his head, coaxing it downwards and nestling his face right between the orc's feet, lining him up for the exact same trip Drodjee herself had just taken. He feels her throat ripple once, twice, tugging at his arms hungrily, and with another little insistent push against the back of his head, Johan's face tucks neatly between her lips, that slick, saliva-covered tongue immediately sliding up between the half-orc's feet to run eagerly across his face, lapping once along his lips and then sliding upwards along his cheek, leaving a thin, hot trail of saliva in it's wake.<br/><br/>It was exactly as they'd 'practiced' a dozen times in the past...save for the addition of a orcish girl already halfway filling out her bulging stomach, forced to curl up more and more as her stomach and hips ease in to join the rest of her, more through her own body weight than any real effort on Naji's part. Still, with a wet, hungry<span style="font-weight: bold"> gluk </span>and another soft push, Johan feels his head slide completely between the drow's lips, his vision frame by the bright pink interior of her cheeks and the glittering white cage of blunt little teeth that surrounded him. With a bit more 'access' to him, Naji's tongue sets back to work, happily gliding across his face and forcing him to close one eye as it laps across his eyelid, leaving a dangling strand of drow drool in it's wake. It is not very long he gets a chance to worry with that, though, as surprisingly hard pull, mixed with a throaty swallow, pulls his head completely into the hot, tight embrace of her throat, her lips easing open around his shoulders as she prepares for yet another swallow to pull her 'second course' ever deeper into her body. With his vision dark from the shifting, stifling flesh all around him, it's ALMOST a surprise when he feels Naji's hand ease off of his shoulders and slide downwards across the frontside of his belly, eagerly gripping his shaft in her hand and slowly pumping back and forth, adding just a little further stimulation to the myriad already assaulting him.....<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Sasara </span><br/><br/><br/>"Mm? Mmm..." Sarasa murmurs, her eyes fluttering open to gaze up at the drider who now stands over her. It looks like the naga had fallen asleep, a thought confirmed by her own words "Mm...hot water and a full ssstomach...got me all dozy. Hassss been a while, yesss? What did I misss, mmm?" Stretching her arms up high over her head in a stretch, emphasizing her bare chest, Sasara eases the tip of her tail up out of the water, stroking it lightly across fleshy 'stomach' of Cyria's humanlike torso, just where it connects to the more spider-like portion of her hindquarters "Don't tell me you two already had fun without me. I ssssseee noone is still in the tub."<br/><br/>Casting a backwards glance over her shoulder towards Naji and Johan, Sasara smiles at the sight, her tongue flickering from between her lips "I see our drow is getting to have quite a bit of fun as well. Is that the orc's feet I see? Mmm, ssssshe did look deliccccious, didn't sssshe?"<br/><br/><br/>((Small post for Sasara this time! It's in your court Cyria!))