<blockquote><div><cite>Lunch wrote:</cite>  "It's not too late... for you to avoid the death penalty..." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>The weakened voice of her lunch-to-be draws a half-smile to Delia's lips, the arm not used to support herself against the shorter dwarf slipping down to rest lightly upon her full stomach. There was a...sense of wrongness in the whole affair. The mage's soul should very well have been stripped from her by now, melding into her own (in a lesser capacity), as her stomach dutifully tended to the more...physical food given it. The soul WOULD have been digested at her whim, either kept as a temporary prisoner inside of her until she needed or desired the 'boost' that digesting it would give, but...it was simply...well, like she could not quite get a good hold on it. Normally, it would have upset her to no end...but the delicious energy the mage was slowly leaking into her body, and the knowledge that at least some of that equally as delectable soul would end up digesting as well, was nothing to balk at in her weakened condition. Tracing the outline of the mage's form within her stomach, she presses back in the faint imprint of a hand pressing outwards with a little giggle "It's not too late? So generous of you! I think a sentence in the mines might as well have been the death sentence for me. Y'know, we can't survive indefinitely without a yummy soul at one time or another. Wasting away - or getting flogged for taking one - might as well be a death penalty. No, I'll take my chances at freedom. Of course..."<br/><br/>As if to add a little more weight to her words, her stomach issues a loud, wet-sounding *blrrorp*, squeezing in a little tighter around the balled-up form of Katje's weakly struggling body "Urp. Mmm, s'cuse me. As I was saying...I think THAT time is long-since past for you. Y'know, I mighta kept you around to have some fun, but you had to go stabbing me in the leg...oh, don't worry, though. I'm sure it'll heal up right as rain after you've experienced a thorough tour of my digestive tract."  With a little slap, Delia lightly kneads her belly, shivering just slightly at the sensation. Mmmfff, it had been too long since she'd experienced this, and with the ship taken over...there was noone left to force her to give up her much-needed dinner. The little tingle of arcane energy her body progressively drew from the weakened mage girl made her extremities tingle pleasantly, and the slight heat that built up in her core was beyond pleasant. Oh no, she was going to savor every second of this, and by this time the next day, she had a feeling she'd not be feeling so...well, 'sapped'. Her voice softens slightly, tone changing to what one might use to coddle a child "Conserve your strength, love. I meant it when I said...we have ALL night to get acquainted with each other. Don't want you giving in too soon, now do we?" Laughing softly, Delia gives her stomach one last pat, before pushing herself away from the dwarf.<br/><br/>With the others splitting up to go down below and clear out the rest of the hiding soldiers, it left her and Aron to do the negotiating - what little was left. Turning towards the drow - just in time to earn a little pat to her expose stomach, which makes her shudder slightly - Delia's coy expression turns more genuine, her soft lips spreading into a smile "In this, you're right. Always a need to fight, but it makes things so much easier for both sides when an...agreement can be made."<br/><br/>The approach of the harpy and his blood relation earns Delia's attention, turning to face the duo with her hands on her hips and her belly rather prominently displayed before her "You say that like you don't believe me. I have MUCH more interest in fully obtaining my freedom than eating a bunch of sailors, as delicious as you all look." For a moment, the succubus allows her eyes to wander across the the male harpy's body, her mind absently wandering how nice it might feel to have a little avian with her human, but she pushes the thought from her mind. His female counterpart gets the same treatment, the demoness' smile never faltering "So, there's a couple of ways I can see this trip going. You get us somewhere safe..." She briefly glances at Aron, motioning her head in his direction "...Like where HE seems to think we oughta go, and assuming noone is 'tipped off' about some escaping prisoners, I see you sailing away with your own ship, and your lives. The other way..." Her smile falters finally, her expression growing a bit more grave and serious "...Is you all mount some kind of offensive against us, or - magically - some ship of imperials shows up right beside us, tipped off. In that case...I swear, every single one of you will experience digestion, and I will personally claim every soul aboard this vessel to...'tide me over' until my next chance at freedom." It was hard to tell if it was truth or a lie, and Delia does not offer further explanation.<br/><br/>Just like that, though, her smile returns and - with a little thump to the side of the dwarf's nose for his comment - she continues, her gaze focused upon the harpy "That being said, you have my word - you serve us until we leave, and I will not harm a single one of you that has not already lifted an arm against us. I cannot speak for the others, but give us what we ask, and you have nothing to fear from me. She..." She gives her stomach another slap, another light laugh rising in her throat "...will tide me over plenty until we reach land. You should speak to your...comrades, though. I consider a single arm lifted against us....as ALL of you lifting against us." She meets the gaze of every sailor in turn, her eyes glimmering red like muted coals "A demon's word is her bond. You fulfill the spirit of your end of it, and I'll fulfill the spirit of my end. Deal?" The way she said 'deal' was as smooth as woven silk, as if it were a word she'd practice and said a thousand times in the past, each time with new and different meaning "And you, dwarf...should take these words to heart. You should consider your life worth more than a few goods you might have stashed below. After all, you only get one." With a final little tug of his beard, Delia turns and steps past him, right up alongside Aron "Let's check out the cabin."<br/><br/>Before going inside, she calls over her shoulder to Chira, Xarius, and Mona "Careful. If you need help, just call. Loudly."<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Inside Delia...</span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">The ever-shifting darkness that clung to Katje was like a second skin, slimy and slick. It was not that it was particularly strong - far from it, in fact - but trying to force her way back up the succubus' throat was growing more and more difficult by the second. Whereas her stomach could have been considered a lover's embrace (albeit, a slimy, sticky lover that had all intentions of digesting you), the succubus' throat was far stronger, far more suited to ensuring food moved in just one direction - down.<br/><br/>The gentle undulation and squeezes were ceaseless, the acid-drenched walls of Delia's stomach constantly massaging her from every angle, contracting around her back, rubbing along her face and shoulders, and even slightly lifting her up from below - albeit, it did not seem quite strong enough to do much more than 'caress' her bare butt and the underside of her thighs, simply not quite possessing enough strength to completely manipulate her. Still, that meant little for it's effectiveness - the constant drizzle of digestive fluids that ran in thin rivulets across her body was enough to make her skin itch, and the steadily growing pool beneath her - already enough to completely submerge her butt, feet, and part of her calves and thighs - was a clear indication that, given time, that 'itch' was going to turn into a digestive burn that would slowly but surely take her apart, adding her to the slightly malnourished succubus' curves.<br/><br/>Even the sounds were constant, every rub, every shift of the slimy, acid-coated walls against her flesh bringing a 'Slrrrch' or a wet-sounding 'Glorp' to her ears, and every shift of her body or outwards push made her digestive prison squelch wetly around her, bringing her no closer to release. Worse, though, were the contented little gurgles that came from around her from time to time, noises of a belly contentedly working on the massive amount of food given to it, and showing little to no strain of breaking down it's fleshy contents.<br/><br/>Above it all, there's a...'suction'. Something she cannot quite put her finger on, but she can feel it at the edges of her senses nonetheless. Could feel that suction slowly but surely siphoning the magical power from her body as her physical resistances weakened, and could feel it tugging on something else, something at the very core of her being.<br/><br/>Her soul. Clearly, it was not quite capable of claiming it, at least not yet...but there was that slight tug at her very essence, a tug that threatened to add her consciousness, her very BEING to the succubus' own, however unsuccessful it was. Given the surrender of the crew, and the succubus' own contented gloating, it looked like she'd have plenty of time to get even more acquainted with her surroundings, unless the succubus - most unlikely - had enough heart to release her.</div></div></div>