OOC - I'm sorry for Ambrosia acting wierdly... I thought we were going into a combat scene and I didn't want to let y'all down 'cause of selfish sexy sleeping arrangements.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Ambrosia (now)</span><br/><br/>"Sorry," Ambrosia whispers. "Sorry. I promise to make it up to each and every one of you," she smiles. "I'm grumpy before I've had my breakfast."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Ambrosia (then)</span><br/>Sexy vorish stuff<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;">"That's it Ambrosia, enjoy me, your meal," Xarithe encourages.<br/><br/>I am. I do.<br/><br/>Especially as his lips and tongue begin kissing and licking my mouth from the <span style="font-style: italic">inside</span>. My throat squeezes and rubs him, a rough massage but very much meant to be enjoyed. I feel my stomachsphincter suckling on his head as his cock approaches my lips, and I wrap his legs in a tight embrace to hold him here, against the will of my stomach, but I <span style="font-style: italic">want</span> to please him... and season his body properly. <br/><br/>I let him slide a little deeper, the rumbles and grumbles of my stomach desperate to be satisifed... which it soon would be. The tip of his cock slid into my throat, and rubbing an interested fingertip across my neck, I could <span style="font-style: italic">feel</span> it. Gently, I encouraged my throat to <span style="font-style: italic">suckle</span> on it.<br/><br/>As soon as he came, I'd swallow. My tummy was hungry, and Eiyre's was far too lovely to share, even with as delightful a companion as Xarithe...</div></div></div>