More and more force comes at Alizome, as Xarces begins to grind against her to- apparently- help the mermaid melt her down. "Xarces!" She calls out. "Stop playing around, knock this lady out and drag her to the surface so I can climb out without<span style="font-style: italic">drowning</span>!" She aims a soft punch at Xarces the next time he rubs against her, but the force is dissipated by the soft mermaid flesh between them. At the same time, he begins pushing more aggressively between her legs, letting stomach acid be his lube as he tries to pacify the fraction elven meal with more caresses... and to her abiding shame, it mostly works. She wasn't going to get any help escaping for some time, and the mermaid's acids were so weak that she still couldn't feel any of the telltale pleasant burning that were the sign of one body digesting another, so... deciding to go with it for now and give Xarces a piece of her mind later, she pushes herself harder against the fingers probing her, keeping the moans down to a quiet roar inside the wet, squelchy stomach. It was a remarkably pleasant stomach, all things considered, and only slightly had a whiff of fish- with acids this weak she might even be able to get out if she brought herself to climax... and if Xarces kept going, she might test that by experiment.<br/><br/>When the elf realizes what's going on outside, she almost laughs. "Oh, THAT'S why! Xarces, you horndog-" she pauses for a pleasant tingle of bliss up her spine at one caress. "I hope you don't just want more cushion for this, because it's going to take her a while to soften me up! Now hurry up and finish her off, then-" she bites back a moan, "-Or don't, whichever. Ohhh, that feels good...."<br/><br/>[[Another struggle:<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/223472">"Struggle"</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+10</span><span style="font-weight: bold">22</span>Alizome is gonna keep on nauseating the mermaid]]