((I will admit...I laughed at Alexis' interpretation of the 'Default' setting...XD I like...have all the love for that goober-wolf. XD<br/><br/>Also, sorry for monster post...I like getting detailed with my vore! x3 Been starved of vore in games!))<br/><br/>Nestled in against Celrie's side to offer up a little warmth for the under-dressed elf, Arcea listens intently to the coons, a sly little smile creasing her muzzle when Deliah seems surprised that they would 'go to bat' for her. Thinking on it for a moment, the catgirl finally nods, seemingly content with the idea "Yeah. That is what allies do. You keep your end of the bargain, I'll keep mine. I can't speak for the others, but even if I gotta come storming outta our gates on my own, I'll do what I can do. After all, you're gonna be providing a service...one that'll only help us ensure things are safe. Besides, if there's gonna be any bandits in the area, I'd rather it be those I already know, rather than those I don't. Speaking of..." Almost as an afterthought, she adds "...Any new bandits show up, feel free to...'deal with them' however you like. Maybe save one for questioning and toss them our way. I'm not particularly interested in terms from others - just you for now."<br/><br/>It sounded good in her head. The enemy you knew, rather than the one you didn't. Once further terms could be discussed, not only with the coons but the others who'd be overseeing the settlement, perhaps they could even really consider them allies. For now, it was all in the air, and as exhausted as she was after the short little battle, she didn't have the mental faculties to think on it further. Mention of 'fair trade', though, does make Arcea's ears perk, and she slips her arms a little more firmly around Celrie's midsection, just as Maribel makes her little admission about how much she'd like to...well, do EVERYTHING to Celrie. Admittedly, it was amusing, and as much as Arcea didn't like the prim, proper, and altogether dunce-like affection doted upon the elf by Alexis (mainly because of how little her and the wolfess saw eye to eye), having Maribel, obviously one to have gained Celrie's approval  do much the same bothered her none in the least. In fact...it was downright amusing.<br/><br/>Her grin growing ever-broader, Arcea otherwise continued as if the comment had never been made "Trade..mm...yes. Well, seeing as Maribel an' Celrie clearly get along, I bet they'd fit well together in negotiatin' trade and all. I'd not so much mind making Celrie the<span style="font-style: italic"> Kanudra </span>." The feline frowns a little as she slips into her native tongue, clearly struggling to find the word use in a language the others could better understand "The...um...the...masters of trade? I don't know the word for it.' Waving her hand dismissively, Arcea leaned in to give Celrie a little, slow lick on the cheek "Mm...plus, would give them ample opportunity to get to know each other better, now wouldn't it?" Leaving that little offer open and in the air, Arcea turns her attention to the raccooness as she finally stirs to consciousness, clearly not quite as concerned about her future as she should be.<br/><br/>For the most part, Arcea remains silent as the cousins discuss the fate of the one who'd shot Maribel. Arcea didn't know exactly how SHE might react, but the simple truth was there - it was only a matter of luck that allowed Maribel to keep her head, and if the foolish girl was unconcerned about her fate enough to shoot at her once, what would stop her from doing it again? Even as Maribel determines the fate of one of her own kin, Arcea settles in a little bit more closely to Celrie, her arms pulling the slightly smaller elf up comfortably against her belly "Mm..you know, the more I stay like this, the more excited I am about that bath later. Maybe a nice massage, mmm...? And who is giving it to who, I don't care..."<br/><br/>"Though..." Leaning in a little closer as the two discuss, Arcea nips the very tip of one of Celrie's ears, the tip of her tongue gently flicking back and forth across the smooth, bare flesh "Mmf...I might take a bath...and you might get a tongue bath..." The thought was an altogether enticing one, to say the least. Celrie bathing her off, only for her to return the favor with her tongue, exploring every inch of that soft elvish b---<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Maribel wrote:</cite> You're discount cat food </div></blockquote><br/><br/>All at once, Arcea's attention snapped back to Maribel and Deliah's verdict - or, more appropriately, just Maribel's. They were giving their own kin to her...<br/><br/>Celrie felt a little tremor surge through the catgirl warrior's body, and a very, very subtle increase in her pulse as excitement floods her body.<br/><br/>As much as she hated to admit it, the two coonesses' praise, how little they considered her position in an 'imaginary line' to be anything of note, even the simple wording of her being a 'great warrior' filled Arcea's chest with fierce pride, feeding the more vain side of her personality that craved such attention, however vehemently she might deny it. She...HAD won, with the help of her allies. Had taken down the dangerous mech, had slain a teleporting gator, had intimidated down no less than two others during the fight, making them lose all will for battle...<br/><br/>Standing just a little bit taller, Arcea gives Celrie's rump a quick little teasing squeeze "Mmm, hear that? Giving her to me. Well, if you have no objections - you were, after all, the one who downed her - it's only right that she is...aptly punished." Leaning in a little closer, Arcea adds with a whisper "...Watch this...Mm.."<br/><br/>Breaking off from Celrie, Arcea calmly pulls her sword from it's scabbard at her side, casting a glance at Maribel as she rather purposefully gets her name wrong "Well, Murrabelly--' The verbal retort (and mispronounced name) is returned with a playful grin '-- consider yourself to have one less problem on your hands...and hopefully one less person aiming for your skull."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Fwip! Fwip! </span><br/><br/>Bringing her blade down in a surprisingly graceful arc, Arcea dips it into the leather top of the doomed cooness kneeling in the snow before her, and with a single tug slits the material cleanly in two, jerking it off of her chest and casually discarding it into the snow before her. The equally as skimpy leather wrap she wore around her lower portions to keep herself decent follows every bit as quickly, and in a matter of seconds, Julie-ann finds herself to be completely naked, devoid of clothing, weapons, and concern from her own kin. With a delicate-sounding<span style="font-style: italic">shnk</span>, the cat-warrior's blade returns to it's scabbard, and without so much as another second's hesitation, Arcea reaches out to grab a handful of Julie-Ann's hair, jerking her neck backwards so she was more or less looking 'up and slightly behind' herself at the catgirl that - despite her small size - now seemed to tower over her "I really should thank you. Had I gotten to you during the fight, there may have been all that tasteless leather on you...and I prefer my food be unwrapped when I eat it."<br/><br/>Again, Arcea felt a tremble of absolute excitement and desire rush through her body, her eyes slowly scanning her prospective dinner. She was a cute one, generously endowed in the chest area (actually, it made Arcea just slightly jealous...not that she wouldn't be adding the girl's ample chest to her own before long), her fur sleek and soft...Mmm, it made her mouth water. It had been some time since last she'd gotten to feel that wondrous sensation of living prey sliding between her lips, the heavenly weight of their body sliding down her throat, settling in her stomach where they could squirm and wiggle until their body simply gave in to her belly...<br/><br/>She could hardly wait!<br/><br/>Julie-Ann's hair still held roughly in Arcea's grip, the catgirl stepped around to her front, her beautiful emerald green eyes suddenly slitted and intense, though none the less pretty. She had no idea if Maribel and Deliah wanted to see the fate of their kin, and had she a little more 'social upbringing' about her, Arcea might have opted to wait until they'd gone before devouring Julie-Ann. It might have given Julie-Ann a little time to present her case, to plead for her life, maybe even to weasel her way out of becoming little more than food with the right offer...<br/><br/>...Unfortunately, Arcea never gives the girl a chance.<br/><br/>"Better luck in the next life...if you believe in that sort of thing. At least know, in this one...you went to making me very, very happy. Mmm, now come here...you've got a long, long day of digestion ahead of you...and I'm going to enjoy every single moment of it." Grabbing one of Julie-Ann's arms to hold her steady, Arcea pulls the girl's head forwards...and slooooowly begins to open her jaws right before the doomed coon's eyes. The sight - likely the last thing she'd ever get to see - might as well have been something from a dream. Or a nightmare.<br/><br/>Using her hair as a guide, Arcea forces her head to tilt back, gazing upwards into the face of the hungry feline that was to be her doom. In what appeared to be almost slow-motion, Arcea's thin-but-plush 'lips' slowly begin to part, giving Julie-Ann a single, heart-stopping look into the mouth of her predator, a mouth that matched the personality of the feline that possessed it...cute and deadly.. Soft, thin, black lips lined the feline's muzzle, lips that would not doubt feel amazing is pressed against other places of the body in intimacy and lust. Just beyond, sharp white teeth  glistened with saliva, all nearly uniform in length save for the slightly larger canine teeth on both her upper and lower jaw. Whilst they were sharp and dangerous, and her jaws were far above the biting power of an average human, they were hardly what Julie-Ann needed to look out for - the stomach BEYOND those teeth was far, far more deadly. Past those teeth, her slender, pink tongue curled anxiously for another taste of Julie-Ann's  body, for the sensation of having that soft furry body sliding along it ,pressing into her throat. The pinkness of that tongue matches the equally as 'cute' pinkness of her cheeks, all glistening with moisture....and there, at the far back of her mouth, was the glittering, inky blackness of her throat, so ominous and eager for the meal that was soon to come.<br/><br/>Slowly, those lips widen before her eyes, granting her that single view into the mouth of her predator...<br/><br/>....Before, with a push on the back of Julie-Ann's head, Arcea forces her right between her lips, right past her teeth, and pressing her face-first down onto the smooth, pink carpet of her tongue. That little, dexterous muscle instantly sets to task, curling eagerly across the soft fur of Julie-Ann's cheeks and beneath her chin, across her nose, everywhere it touched smearing a thick coating of slick, sticky feline saliva against furry form.  Hot breath washes in excited gusts across the coon-girl's face, bringing with it the faint scent of sweetish 'Petalwater' Arcea had been drinking just a few moments prior, the sweet scent of the drink mingling with the harsher bite of the alcohol it contained.  The moisture and heat of the interior of Arcea's mouth washes over Julie-Ann like a wave, every breath further warming her, further spreading the humid air across her soft fur as she is forced to sit, simply waiting to be fully eaten "Mmmmmmmmm.....!!!" Moaning eagerly around her food, Arcea's tongue sets about it's work with further vigor, eagerly lapping along the underside of the girl's throat, across her ears, plastering her hair against her head with saliva....and all the while, Julie-Ann felt herself inching ever closer to that looming throat, just before her eyes. A throat that flexed eagerly, glistening with saliva, seemingly all too ready to accept the overly-large meal being sent it's way and squeeze it down into the hot, hostile chamber of the catgirl's stomach.<br/><br/><br/>The fit was tight beyond anything Julie-Ann had likely ever experienced before, the catgirl's mouth seemingly incapable of taking in anything larger than even her head - and THAT was a tight fit. Yet, just when it seems as though Arcea will not be able to managed her, the catgirl readjusts her grip, sliding her hand down a little lower along the small of Julie-Ann's back.<br/><br/>With what little light that sifted in on either side of her head, she can see the dark, glimmering outline of Arcea's gullet flexing eagerly before her, seemingly already swallowing in anticipation of the meal that would soon be pressing within. The pink back of the girl's mouth glistens thickly with saliva, and - as her head is squeezed a little more firmly between the catgirl's lips - she can see that throat starting to ripple open, a soft, wet-sounding 'Slch' of wet flesh pulling away from wet flesh reaching the coon's ears, mingling freely with the sound of the catgirl's tongue wetly swabbing across her cheeks and the underside of her neck, absorbing every last little hint of flavor she had to offer, and ensuring she was well-coated and slippery with saliva for her eventual trip down into the hungrily-awaiting stomach below.<br/><br/><br/><br/>With a wet-sounding 'Gluuurk', Julie-Ann is pressed, face-first, into the hot, moist interior of Arcea's throat, the saliva-coated flesh easily squeezing open around the coon's head to allow it entry. With ease that should not have been so apparent from the overwhelming tightness of the feline girl's mouth,  Arcea manuvres her jaws from side to side a little to further force the coon's head up against the back of her mouth, then - with one more push - the entirety of her prey's head squeezes into the immensly tight, squeezing constraints of her throat. The cold exterior air suddenly feels quite pleasant against the stifling heat inside the feline warrior's body, her own temperature steadily climbing as her excited pulse continues to race. With sight no longer an option in the complete darkness of the Cal'drua's throat, Julie-Ann's other senses begin to pick up the slack, and before long the soft, wet sounds of the cat's throat squeezing around her saliva-soaked flesh fills her ears, forced back against the top of her head by the very throat muscles she was listening to. Somewhere just below, the eager, excited beating of the feline's heart nearly drowns out the soft 'Slllrrrch' and 'Slorps' of Arcea's throat rippling and squeezing around her, though no amount of sound draws attention away from the FEELING of being swallowed alive.<br/><br/>The interior of the throat was slimey and slick with saliva, the immensely soft, silky-smooth walls of the interior of the catgirl's throat belying a surprising amount of strength as they conformed tightly to her face, rippling and squeezing against her soft, saliva-slickened fur.<br/><br/>Wasting little time, Arcea wraps her arms around the cooness' waist and - with an upwards tug - forced her to her feet, leaving her more or less standing before Arcea as she disappears inch by inch into the hungry catgirl's throat. Another deep, powerful<span style="font-style: italic"> Gluuuk! </span>emanates from the feline's throat she forcefully shoves the cooness' shoulders between her jaws, her tongue lapping out against the generous, fur-covered orbs of her breasts. Normally, at least in the midst of battle, Arcea would have cared little about saving every last little detail of her prey's body - there simply was not enough time. Now, though...with no threats, no extreme rush, there was nothing preventing her from sampling every single delectable inch, every hint of flavor, before the coon girl was tucked away for a long day of digestion inside the tight, hot confines of her belly.<br/><br/>Without a hint of embarrassment, even in front of others, Arcea takes a few seconds to lightly probe those furry breasts, flicking her tongue along the fur-covered orbs, lightly caressing the bare skin flesh of the nipples that capped them...<br/><br/>Ooohhh, so delicious. Mmm, every inch of the girl was a delight, and more and more she felt her stomach grumbling in eagerness, clearly delighted to start processing her dinner in earnest.<br/><br/>Tucking her hands beneath the cooness' rump, Arcea lifts upwards, and - with some effort - manages to fit the girl's breasts between her jaws, squishing them tightly together in the confines of her mouth. With a few quick, eager gulps, they too press into the tight confines of Arcea's gullet, another upwards tug pulling her middle between her lips, and lifting her feet off of the ground.<br/><br/>Half eaten already, and with noone coming to her aid, it would only be a matter of moments before Julie-Ann disappeared from the world, nothing more than a tight, vaguely coon-shaped bulge in Arcea's eager, awaiting belly.<br/><br/><br/>((I think that's about enough of that for now! x3 Will finish up the gulping next time! ^_^))