{Anime_Chaos, the stuff you sent me is okay}<br/><br/>{I think you can use multiple light/natural weapons. Seems right, anyway}<br/><br/>{Trigger warning, semi-sexy-vore}<br/><br/>{Just a reminder that we now use a two-stage swallowing process, so you're eligible for stomach damage next round (when the drop-into-stomach will be described, assuming you don't escape). The good news is if you do escape it will be directly back to 'grapple', which you should describe as the creature's mouth having a good grip on you, or similar...}<br/><br/>{Also, everyone else can now act – surprise round is over}<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Alizome</span><br/><br/>The direwolf flicks its head, its mouth thrumming around you as it reacts to your soft-toned words, and your flavor. Good doggies get tasty treats, after all. It's throat welcomes your feet and legs with a series of massaging pulses that nevertheless pull you deeper into it, warm wetness sliding up to surround your thighs. The wolf's tongue makes a series of powerful, slobbery licks, drawing by the<span style="font-style: italic">interesting</span>scent to the<span style="font-style: italic">interesting</span>flavor between your thighs. You slice it's nose, dealing a wound more painful that damaging, and it gnaws you in response, drawing your tasty elven body further down its throat. Your feet begin to feel the hot, acidic burn of its belly, as its tongue slips beneath and tugs your shirt upwards, drawn more by the flavor of your flesh than any sexual desire – but rough, hot, wet tongue caresses your breasts nonetheless, as its sharp-toothed maw closes over your head...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Xarces</span><br/><br/>The lizardwoman's powerful claws dig into your personal places, as she hoiks you into the air and down her throat. Her teeth make a mess of your shirt, and her tongue savors the flavor of your chest as you slid into the greedily grasping tunnel of her hot, wet oesophagus. She slides a wickedly feminine look at Alizome, as she ignores the words which so<span style="font-style: italic">irritated</span>the elf, and you gradually disappear. Moments later, her head tilts back, lifting your legs into the air to kick helplessly, or slid down willingly as you choose. Her powerful, dextrous tongue unfastens your breeches, and slips within. She teases for a second, perhaps two, then sucks powerfully as her grip on your thighs tightens in restraint. “Cum for me,” she mumbles with her mouth full of you, “cum and season yourself with that deliciously<span style="font-style: italic">salty</span>stuff you delectable little<span style="font-style: italic">meal</span>.” Moments later, seasoned or not, you're sliding down her throat, your feet sticking from her mouth as your face is thrust from a tight sphincter into the putrid, acidic cave of her gut...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Status:</span>Alizome, Swallowed; Xarces, Swallowed...BTW, no cheating here... I legitimately rolled 18 and 16 for their vore checks, so...<br/>Damage: X9, A5, DW1