{Ah… in fact, it is probably better if I just post the damage (without reductions) and you each put your current remaining HP at the end of your posts… (although that is not the system I was using before)... it would help if you can do that all the time, even when ‘out of combat’ so long as we’re in a broadly combat-led section of the campaign).}<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Synys, Gwahir and Jules</span>turn their blades and claws upon the remaining Blackscale, barely recovered from his blindness, and with a gurgled scream of warning he goes down beneath a flurry of slashes and stabs. He collapses beside his fellow, bleeding but alive, if barely. Neither is likely to live long, and neither can offer the slightest resistance to an attempt to swallow them… but they’d probably retain the strength to squirm pleasantly on the way down, and in the stomach… for awhile, at least. {NB: If Synys wishes to release her prey she can do this as a free action. He’s not in much of a state to fight, not after a few minutes of<span style="font-style: italic">attention</span>from her hungry stomach (making the assumption that she was happy to weaken if not actually digest him to death)}.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Linda:</span>With the fall of the last free Blackscale, it seems the fight is all but over… and the feasting can begin. Linda’s bulk is already substantial, and made moreso by the remains of the several Blackscales still digesting in her tum… but her prehensile web of hair cares not, as it drags the screaming Blackscale towards this ravenous doom of Blackscales. First his head and then his shoulders are forced into Linda’s expansively gaping snakemaw, and the<span style="font-style: italic">speed</span>of progress only increases as the coiled locks release his upper body and begin to aid her oesophagus with the<span style="font-style: italic">swallowing</span>by pushing heavily on his kicking, struggling legs - legs that are swiftly restrained and used to plunge him ever faster towards the foulness of Linda’s stomach.<br/><br/>Not till his feet have entirely vanished from view does she release him, a few strands of hair cheerfully streaming out of her mouth and - after a brief-but-effective moment of self-grooming - settling comfortably around her head. In contrast, the Blackscale in her gut is most uncomfortable, bent back and almost double but the necessary trapping of his legs in her human stomach, his feet still bulging her neck, his calves parting her breasts… his face forced into the mushy mass of one of his former comrades, stifling him, choking him… and it only gets worse as the Naga gives a ladylike burp, expelling the little air he’d relied on to breathe… his struggles are mighty, but short-lived… as is he, and its not a dozen seconds before Linda’s stomach muscles are forcing the never-to-regain-consciousness Blackscale into a tight ball of flesh and broken bone that can be digested at leisure...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Aethon:</span>With the fall of the last free Blackscale, it seems the fight is all but over… and the feasting can begin. Aethon expertly pins the Blackscale, and pops its tasty head inside his mouth. With the haste appropriate to the situation, and commensurate with no small enjoyment of his food’s flavor, he begins to swallow the Blackscale down, dealing with the difficulty of the broad shoulders in short order and setting to work on the well-muscled chest that his belly will soon be breaking down to strengthen his own. A half-kneel allows him to all-too-swiftly tip the Blackscale into the air, rendering further struggles as pleasurable as they are fruitless… and so the devourment continues, till Aethon’s horsebelly begins to balloon with its meal and all that remains of the Blackscale is a pair of kicking legs… calves… toes… and nothing. He belly bulges and writhes, as the Blackscale struggles… but he knows these are hopeless, and in some tens of seconds will still, as the Blackscale either resigns himself to his fate or passes out from exertion, and mere minutes after that the uncomfortably pleasant bulk will be reduced to a formless nutrient-stripped mass, which in some hours he’ll expel with no more thought that any other meal...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Alizome</span>notices that the injured, beaten Blackscale is starting to seem more alert… he’s so close, the slightest movement could give her away, and he could be on her in an instant… though he’s still turning in circles - and blocking her shot at the Priestess - it’s become less of a<span style="font-style: italic">stagger</span>and more of a<span style="font-style: italic">walk</span>... in parallel, she notices the two Acolytes, beginning to knead and work the Priestess’s belly like a ball of dough, doubtless speeding the crushing, acidic demise of the helpless Xarces within...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Xarces</span><br/><br/>Priestess nonlethal pleasure damage running total: 21<br/>Vore attack 23, hits - 1 acid damage (which will be soaked), 13 bludgeoning damage direct (no resistances applied), digestion assistance from both blackscale adepts, additional bludgeoning damage 8.<br/><br/>Xarces massaging and tempting of the Priestesses belly has satisfied it almost completely. This fullness is something it wishes to maintain, and it already feels thoroughly well-fed. Only a few drips and trickles of acid dribble down to tease Xarces flesh.<br/><br/>But the Priestess is not ruled by her belly, and the tumultuous grinding of her muscles pounding against your flesh continues redoubled - and in addition, you can feel powerful hands begin to rub and caress her tum, slowly and gently at first, but rapidly increasing in strength and severity as the add the power of strong arms and backs to the forces trying to<span style="font-style: italic">crush</span>you into an easily-digestible ball, one helpless to distract her stomach from its purpose, or to forcibly<span style="font-style: italic">break</span>your increasingly<span style="font-style: italic">weakening</span>body into parts that are entirely exposed to the burning acid...