Cyria and Sasara
'Na...h...!' A soft cry, muffled to the point of near inaudibility, escapes the depths of the drider's stomach. With her womb becoming progressively more full, it was not only stretching Cyria's body downwards, exposing the much softer flesh hidden away between those chitinous plates, but also stretching her insides UPWARDS, putting pressure on her already pleasantly filled stomach. The space that the lizardess had begins to rapidly diminish, forcing her legs to scrunch up against her stomach, and her arms - once pressed outwards in deteriorating resistance to the gently roiling walls of Cyria's belly - squeeze up a bit more tightly against her sides, leaving her butt (tail curved upwards over her back) squished against the left side of Cyria's interior, and her face and hands smushed up rather tightly against the right side. There is a brief fluttering sensation in Cyria's stomach as the lizardess squirms about a little bit in protest of her shrinking world, but it is altogether brief, and she finally seems to calm back down. She is still alive, but given a couple of more hours in the slow-but-thorough depths of drider's body, she'd be well on her way towards making a more thorough trip through the drider's digestive tract.
"Mm...warm..." Sasara hisses in delight, wrapping her arms around Cyria's shoulders as she's hefted up out of the tub. Cyria can feel the naga's coils roiling inside of her, less 'back and forth' motions, and more just...side-to-side twitching. It is distracting in the extreme, and being a follower of the pleasure (and vore) goddess, the slick-scaled naga seems to know EXACTLY what to do, every little movement of her coils seeming deliberate and slow, and Cyria can feel the effects in spades.
Yeah. She was good.
Sasara seems to be enjoying herself as well, her eyes still half-lidded from her little nap in the warm, inviting waters of the tub. Thin dribbles of water cascade down her body, matting her long hair against her shoulders and giving her soft skin - and the handful of scales prominent on her hands and face - an inviting, glistening sheen. Cyria's warning seems entirely lost on Sasara, or at least the gravity of what it implies. Then again, it was hard to tell with the naga "Mmm...Thisss....issss wonderful. How long hassss it been ssssince we've ssshared a time like thisss...? Too long..."
'And don't worry..." She coos, leaning up and planting her lips against Cyria's neck, giving a little nibble that is followed up by a gentle bite of her small, sharp fangs, not quite enough to break the surface. Still, Cyria can feel a cool numbness where those fangs touched, and just a hint of moisture, hinting that the excited snake-woman had allowed just a dribble of her poison to lightly touch Cyria's skin "If the goddessss willsssss it....I can think of nowhere elssse I'd rather be kept."
As if to accent her point, Sasara gives her 'hips' a sharp jerk, slipping them down another inch until the scaled portion of her snake-like body vanishes entirely, leaving just her humanoid torso visible. Though the naga had never been shy about flaunting her body, having her so close - and partially entrapped inside of her - gives Cyria an entirely new outlook on her naga friend. She is heavy, for one, and even now it's difficult to tell just many hundred of pounds her thicker, long, snake-like body must weigh. At least two, but it could have very well been closer to four or five. Enough that her weight, combined with the weight of the lizardess inside of her, was already making Cyria's eight legs have to strain a little bit to keep herself upright.
If her size was indication of just how many 'followers' (both willing and not) she'd sent to converse with her goddess through her own digestive tract, her breasts were well above average for nagas, even of her size. They felt soft and mushy against her own chest, and Sasara happily rubs them against Cyria's warm form, spreading a thin coat of warm-but-cooling tub water across her own bare upper torso "Nnn...if I want out...I'll get out. But thisss feelss...nice. Mmm...maybe I sssshould go in the other way, keep your dinner company?" She gives her tail another little flick, coiling it up a bit more inside of Cyria's womb "...Mm..no. Thisss....isss better....when you're ready, love..." Without giving Cyria much of an opportunity to respond, Sasara wraps her arms firmly around the drider's shoulders and hefts herself up, planting her lips tightly against Cyria's own. Her long, slender tongue immediately slides free, probing delicately at the drider's lips before - without being bidden - eases between them, flitting across the roof of her mouth and then downwards along her tongue, entwining and mingling the two moist organs together. A soft, delight-fulled moan escapes her throat, and Sasara presses herself more fervently into the kiss, her breath hot against Cyria's lips.
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Re: Bound by Fate (Pathfinder)(Closed)
by CassyInko » Thu Sep 14, 2017 2:01 pm
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Re: Bound by Fate (Pathfinder)(Closed)
by CassyInko » Thu Sep 14, 2017 2:03 pm
(( Just letting you all know! I've done a full rewrite (or, at least, it's in progress) of my first draft of the 'Vore points', and I hope it will be finished up by the time everyone finishes up their scene! ^_^ In essence, it's going to be playtested for a while, and if I don't like it (or others have some good ideas on how to improve it!), I'll change it up a bit, but whatever you've currently gained from it will not be changed! We will also have a new player starting soon, though again, that will be after everyone finishes up their scenes! There's NO RUSH, so enjoy yourselves! 
Aaaaand, thanks again for the patience! x3 From here on, I should be getting back into my 1-2 posts a week thing, or more if the opportunity and desire presents itself! ))
Aaaaand, thanks again for the patience! x3 From here on, I should be getting back into my 1-2 posts a week thing, or more if the opportunity and desire presents itself! ))-
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Re: Bound by Fate (Pathfinder)(Closed)
by DissociatedChaos » Fri Sep 15, 2017 1:09 am
Room 104
Even just the memory of Tami's tongue scraping against her sex and inside of her folds was enough to send echoes of pleasure spiking through Lea as she was swallowed down deeper into the catgirl. The sheer force of her orgasm was still washing through her like the aftershocks of an earthquake, and despite herself, as she started to come back to herself, she couldn't even remember the swallow to get her hips down into Tami's throat. Missing even a moment of the wondrous experience seemed nearly blasphemy to her, as much as anything could ever be, but she had all but whited out there for precious moments, floating in pure bliss. She'd just have to pay more attention next time she slid down this particular catgirl's gullet, she promised herself. It was as good an excuse as any, for all that she hardly needed to come up with one to give herself a reason to do something like this again.
Lea's legs twisted together, knees pressing and clenching as the tongue washed over her skin, tasting every inch as wave after wave of contractions in Tami's throat pulled her inward. Her toes flexed and curled in anticipation as her head pushed out further against the belly, her shoulders working their way into the impossibly tight sac with her and forcing her to already start to tuck upward. Arms squirming and rubbing at the walls rippling down against her, she tensed her elbows to press out just a bit, making sure that the catgirl got the full experience of resistance and movement all the way down. Well, all aside for the moment of complete limp relaxation that had followed her climax and left her dead to the world for precious seconds.
Her hips bucked as her predator's fangs scraped over her calves, and her feet twitched up and down in a motion that could have been a panicked squirming or an attempt to kick off from the air to get down into Tami quicker. Her hands flexed against her hips while her fingers slid between her own flesh and the impossible press crushing down on her to rub over her overly-sensitive and now more than slightly abused vulva, smearing Tami's fluids still clinging to her hands into her own dripping mess. Cum that Tami had happily gulped down with her dripped down and clung to her stomach and the underside of her squished breasts, while more started soaking into her hair as she was reunited with everything Tami had swallowed down already. Her blonde hair took on a faint red highlight in a few places from the blood that had been drank with her nectar, though she couldn't even tell the difference between her fluids and the saliva and other fluids already filling the stomach.
Filling it, and being forced against every inch of her joining it, of course. The fleshy walls rubbed over her, trying to get into every little nook and cranny of her body as more and more slid into the belly of the beast, curling more against the sheer pressure trying to turn her into a ball of food even before digestion had started. She arched her back as her breasts were scraped over by the tight sphincter, finally slipping in only to find the stomach no less tight against them than the throat before it. The shift of her weight pushed not only out against the stomach's walls, twisting the shape of her head and shoulders in Tami's fur, but also pushed back against inner organs, weighing on Tami's intestines. And she still wasn't even to the half-way point.
As another swallow carried her down further, her stomach finally pushed down with her, allowing her to bend easier and curl up better, though that was no real escape from the constant press of the walls. More of her in there meant tighter and tighter, even if her spine felt less in danger of being snapped by how she was being made to curl up. With that, and her feet sliding down over Tami's tongue while her fangs clacked shut, She yanked her hands down into the stomach with her, elbows pressing out little tents of skin as every little vertebra of her spine was outlined in the catgirl's formerly flat stomach. She twisted about and slid her fingers over slick, slimy flesh down below her as her hips started working their way in.
Her weight was slowly forcing the belly out farther, and with Tami sitting up, that meant pushing the belly down with gravity bit by bit as it stretched to accommodate her. Down towards the catgirl's own slit. Lea's mouth opened as she twisted her head back, pressing her face up against it and her tongue out to rub over the flesh, panting as her hands worked down under herself fully to start pushing back against Tami's body. The flesh pulled tight around her meant that her hands couldn't move away from her body so much, but that didn't stop them from being clearly able to be felt as her fingers curled down, pressing at Tami's thighs while she explored the sensations from inside of the pitch black abyss inside of the maid.
Her moan as she slid her hands over the belly walls, feeling the resistance change just subtly with the legs below them, was nothing short of a needy cry of more. If she had been a cat herself, she was sure it would have convinced every other feline in hearing range that she was in heat and finally getting fucked. Her hands tightened, gripping down as they worked their way up towards Tami's hips and lower guts, forced back hard against her and then moved to compensate as inch by inch, she was forced in fully. As her ass slid against the inner side, cheeks spread by the grip crushing them to either side and pussy leaving a trail of nectar against it, she finally felt where she was looking for and groped.
It must have felt odd, even before she had pressed her hands to Tami's sex, to have her own stomach's fur and flesh pushed out from within. To have it roiling over her and touching with intent at her body, not in frantic struggles, but in a clear fondness and lustful desire to please her still. Lea's mind was starting to come a bit more back to herself through the lust of haze, but that only allowed her to close her mouth and pull her tongue back in, swallowing against the taste on it as she grinned. Somehow, despite where she was, anyone seeing it would have likely called it predatory, even.
Of course, with Tami's own fur pressing down on her slit, tightening over it with fingers stretching the flesh between them like webbing, Lea was sure the sensation would be more than just 'odd.' She could hardly make out the exact shape of her lover's sex through the stomach walls, but she could feel enough to orient herself, and let memory take over as she ground against it, palms rubbing on either side of the labia with fuzzy pressure sliding from within the fur-coated belly pressed to it. Her knees forced their way in down to her chest, sliding her out even further as the belly seemed to fight not to allow her any farther, while she rolled her shoulders into the gripping sac and twisted her hips.
“Ooooooh,” she gasped out, swallowing as she was finally able to react to Tami's words. The words 'good girl' felt entirely too nice, being praised as she was eaten, but she smirked through the lust still clear on her hidden face. “A full night of digestion? Already? But we've only just met~” she purred out, rubbing her face against the stomach, nose pressed against her and cheeks tugging at the slimy walls. Her hand slid again, fingers rubbing down around the top of Tami's vulva, pressing at her clit as the other one brushed over the lower reaches of her labia, trailing fur forward to press against the insides and outsides in a wave, before coming back to press against it. “That's really a lot of commitment, when we've only just met. Though it is very, very tempting, I'll admit.”
And really, it was. By all reason, she should move to start escaping the moment she had her feet under her, able to move around and try to force her hands back up the throat to avoid the risk of being weakened too much to escape... but she really wasn't so sure she wanted to do that. If there was one thing that would make this whole trip even better, it would be feeling Tami orgasm one last time while cradled fully in her stomach. Though maybe just a token effort at first while she was working to get the catgirl off? The playful struggling and appearance that she couldn't manage it at all might even help her lover to get in the mood even more, if that was possible. Of course, if she actually managed to get out with nearly no effort being put in, she would be a bit disappointed. But that might make it all the easier to convince the maid to come with her to get more practice keeping Lea down.
...Who was she kidding? Assuming the catgirl wasn't able to make good on the desire to turn her into cat shit – a fate she'd be happy with honestly – Lea was going to be trying to find out what she had to do to bring Tami with her no matter what. Though she was kind of low on funds for the moment, if she'd need to pay off any debts or something. Time enough to think of those things later though; for now she needed to enjoy herself in the incredibly tight belly, and make sure that her lover enjoyed it just as much as she did.
Even just the memory of Tami's tongue scraping against her sex and inside of her folds was enough to send echoes of pleasure spiking through Lea as she was swallowed down deeper into the catgirl. The sheer force of her orgasm was still washing through her like the aftershocks of an earthquake, and despite herself, as she started to come back to herself, she couldn't even remember the swallow to get her hips down into Tami's throat. Missing even a moment of the wondrous experience seemed nearly blasphemy to her, as much as anything could ever be, but she had all but whited out there for precious moments, floating in pure bliss. She'd just have to pay more attention next time she slid down this particular catgirl's gullet, she promised herself. It was as good an excuse as any, for all that she hardly needed to come up with one to give herself a reason to do something like this again.
Lea's legs twisted together, knees pressing and clenching as the tongue washed over her skin, tasting every inch as wave after wave of contractions in Tami's throat pulled her inward. Her toes flexed and curled in anticipation as her head pushed out further against the belly, her shoulders working their way into the impossibly tight sac with her and forcing her to already start to tuck upward. Arms squirming and rubbing at the walls rippling down against her, she tensed her elbows to press out just a bit, making sure that the catgirl got the full experience of resistance and movement all the way down. Well, all aside for the moment of complete limp relaxation that had followed her climax and left her dead to the world for precious seconds.
Her hips bucked as her predator's fangs scraped over her calves, and her feet twitched up and down in a motion that could have been a panicked squirming or an attempt to kick off from the air to get down into Tami quicker. Her hands flexed against her hips while her fingers slid between her own flesh and the impossible press crushing down on her to rub over her overly-sensitive and now more than slightly abused vulva, smearing Tami's fluids still clinging to her hands into her own dripping mess. Cum that Tami had happily gulped down with her dripped down and clung to her stomach and the underside of her squished breasts, while more started soaking into her hair as she was reunited with everything Tami had swallowed down already. Her blonde hair took on a faint red highlight in a few places from the blood that had been drank with her nectar, though she couldn't even tell the difference between her fluids and the saliva and other fluids already filling the stomach.
Filling it, and being forced against every inch of her joining it, of course. The fleshy walls rubbed over her, trying to get into every little nook and cranny of her body as more and more slid into the belly of the beast, curling more against the sheer pressure trying to turn her into a ball of food even before digestion had started. She arched her back as her breasts were scraped over by the tight sphincter, finally slipping in only to find the stomach no less tight against them than the throat before it. The shift of her weight pushed not only out against the stomach's walls, twisting the shape of her head and shoulders in Tami's fur, but also pushed back against inner organs, weighing on Tami's intestines. And she still wasn't even to the half-way point.
As another swallow carried her down further, her stomach finally pushed down with her, allowing her to bend easier and curl up better, though that was no real escape from the constant press of the walls. More of her in there meant tighter and tighter, even if her spine felt less in danger of being snapped by how she was being made to curl up. With that, and her feet sliding down over Tami's tongue while her fangs clacked shut, She yanked her hands down into the stomach with her, elbows pressing out little tents of skin as every little vertebra of her spine was outlined in the catgirl's formerly flat stomach. She twisted about and slid her fingers over slick, slimy flesh down below her as her hips started working their way in.
Her weight was slowly forcing the belly out farther, and with Tami sitting up, that meant pushing the belly down with gravity bit by bit as it stretched to accommodate her. Down towards the catgirl's own slit. Lea's mouth opened as she twisted her head back, pressing her face up against it and her tongue out to rub over the flesh, panting as her hands worked down under herself fully to start pushing back against Tami's body. The flesh pulled tight around her meant that her hands couldn't move away from her body so much, but that didn't stop them from being clearly able to be felt as her fingers curled down, pressing at Tami's thighs while she explored the sensations from inside of the pitch black abyss inside of the maid.
Her moan as she slid her hands over the belly walls, feeling the resistance change just subtly with the legs below them, was nothing short of a needy cry of more. If she had been a cat herself, she was sure it would have convinced every other feline in hearing range that she was in heat and finally getting fucked. Her hands tightened, gripping down as they worked their way up towards Tami's hips and lower guts, forced back hard against her and then moved to compensate as inch by inch, she was forced in fully. As her ass slid against the inner side, cheeks spread by the grip crushing them to either side and pussy leaving a trail of nectar against it, she finally felt where she was looking for and groped.
It must have felt odd, even before she had pressed her hands to Tami's sex, to have her own stomach's fur and flesh pushed out from within. To have it roiling over her and touching with intent at her body, not in frantic struggles, but in a clear fondness and lustful desire to please her still. Lea's mind was starting to come a bit more back to herself through the lust of haze, but that only allowed her to close her mouth and pull her tongue back in, swallowing against the taste on it as she grinned. Somehow, despite where she was, anyone seeing it would have likely called it predatory, even.
Of course, with Tami's own fur pressing down on her slit, tightening over it with fingers stretching the flesh between them like webbing, Lea was sure the sensation would be more than just 'odd.' She could hardly make out the exact shape of her lover's sex through the stomach walls, but she could feel enough to orient herself, and let memory take over as she ground against it, palms rubbing on either side of the labia with fuzzy pressure sliding from within the fur-coated belly pressed to it. Her knees forced their way in down to her chest, sliding her out even further as the belly seemed to fight not to allow her any farther, while she rolled her shoulders into the gripping sac and twisted her hips.
“Ooooooh,” she gasped out, swallowing as she was finally able to react to Tami's words. The words 'good girl' felt entirely too nice, being praised as she was eaten, but she smirked through the lust still clear on her hidden face. “A full night of digestion? Already? But we've only just met~” she purred out, rubbing her face against the stomach, nose pressed against her and cheeks tugging at the slimy walls. Her hand slid again, fingers rubbing down around the top of Tami's vulva, pressing at her clit as the other one brushed over the lower reaches of her labia, trailing fur forward to press against the insides and outsides in a wave, before coming back to press against it. “That's really a lot of commitment, when we've only just met. Though it is very, very tempting, I'll admit.”
And really, it was. By all reason, she should move to start escaping the moment she had her feet under her, able to move around and try to force her hands back up the throat to avoid the risk of being weakened too much to escape... but she really wasn't so sure she wanted to do that. If there was one thing that would make this whole trip even better, it would be feeling Tami orgasm one last time while cradled fully in her stomach. Though maybe just a token effort at first while she was working to get the catgirl off? The playful struggling and appearance that she couldn't manage it at all might even help her lover to get in the mood even more, if that was possible. Of course, if she actually managed to get out with nearly no effort being put in, she would be a bit disappointed. But that might make it all the easier to convince the maid to come with her to get more practice keeping Lea down.
...Who was she kidding? Assuming the catgirl wasn't able to make good on the desire to turn her into cat shit – a fate she'd be happy with honestly – Lea was going to be trying to find out what she had to do to bring Tami with her no matter what. Though she was kind of low on funds for the moment, if she'd need to pay off any debts or something. Time enough to think of those things later though; for now she needed to enjoy herself in the incredibly tight belly, and make sure that her lover enjoyed it just as much as she did.
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Re: Bound by Fate (Pathfinder)(Closed)
by sansuki » Thu Sep 28, 2017 7:20 pm
Johan couldn't help himself- the teasing was in his blood. Besides, he was legitimately Interested to see if Naji could choke down two people at once- she'd never done that before, but she'd never really had the chance to. There wasn't much of a limit to how much people could theoretically stretch, in his experience- most people, if they had meals that were willing or restrained, could stretch themselves around far more than they or the inexperienced observer would ever expect. Johan, however, had seen enough far-too-bloated predators in his life to no longer be surprised at the physical capabilities of even novices. He was more interested to see if Naji could mentally force her body to do what it was capable of doing and get him down her gullet along with Drodjee. He also was confident he could get out of Naji, even with the additional complication of an orc filling most of the available space inside her... but really, either way, this was about giving Naji her due reward for saving him. A taste of Johan and her first experience being really, REALLY stretched around a meal plus the feeling of digesting her first real prey would be more than enough of a reward- if she somehow managed to hold onto him and finally 'promote' him from unit leader to drow breast fat, well, that would be even more of a reward for her and he could hardly really blame her. Still- he doubted it.
As the drow labored to finish swallowing him, he felt her muscles struggling to keep a grip. He didn't relax- that actually made people slightly harder to swallow, oddly- but stayed passive enough that while she could keep hold of him she didn't have to struggle against his movements. Instead, he let himself enjoy the throat- with Naji already inside, there wasn't nearly as much GIVE as there should be. Johan quite liked the change, actually- gave a bit of resistance to his various squirming. And on his shaft- well, there was no shame in that. Especially for Johan, who tended not to have any shame at all. He'd ground himself onto Naji's tongue, and then when it passed by he cheerfully ground himself on the stiff throat walls as well, letting himself focus on that while the pressure and heat around his head and shoulders intensified closer to the stomach. He slightly twisted his feet to point down, just to be sure that wouldn't present any extra effort for Naji's struggle to bolt him down. She was, Johan could tell, giving it her all; he worried briefly at the hiccup, but she pressed on as was right and proper. Soon enough, he felt his knees slip into the humid warmth of the drow's throat, and then finally felt teeth shut briefly on, and then just behind his toes, sealing him into Naji's throat. But it wasn't a... sure thing, until he felt the taut throatflesh encase his feet, because unconscious peristaltic motion was far more reliable than conscious swallowing attempts. It was what made escaping so problematic! But Johan felt a warm surge of pride that Naji had managed two her-sized meals at once despite her novice predator status. It meant he'd been teaching her all too well.
As Johan starts to slip into the stomach proper, his eyes shut, he relies on his hands and on his preternatural sense of the position of his own body, as well as long experience with the intimate geography of Naji's innards. Just a few touches on Drodjee and he knew exactly what position she was in, which part of her was touching more tender parts, where she was in relation to the nether sphincter- all the useful information someone inside a stomach might be quite grateful to learn. Hotter than usual, but he was prepared for that, too- he'd "shared space' with a friend once, though that time they'd both gotten out. The half-orc's drool and acid-slick body next to his felt amazing, and he wriggled appreciatively as his hips slipped with a pained squelch into Naji's stomach. Excellent feeling, and one he both treasured and didn't trouble to conceal his pleasure at from either drow or orc. As more and more of him entered the crowded stomach, Drodjee found that as she moved, Johan moved right along with her in perfect harmony- she, in fact, couldn't seem to get him in her arms at all. Instead, no matter which direction she tried to turn in the confusing confines of a full belly, Johan- who knew *exactly* where he was- kept up with all the impudent ease of a slimy, boneless octopus. It was maddening, but there was time and again some complicated squirming, and then Drodjee felt his shaft butting into her slippery flank and a mocking laugh on the back of her ear. And then, when his feet finally slipped through the overstress sphincter, Johan moved with lightning speed, wrapping his legs around the orc's thighs, pressing himself against her back- one arm wrapped around her neck to the other breast, caressing it, and the two of them *rolled* so that the slightly more massive Drodjee found herself facedown at the bottom of Naji's stomach, the relaxed Johan atop her.
Almost lazily, Johan works himself into a commanding position atop the orc, resting one chin on Drojee's slippery shoulder. There was already a pool of acid at the bottom of the stomach, and more trickling on his back- as he scooted a little back and forth, it made little delightful squelchy noises, and brought the familiar tingling sensation to his hide. "Now isn't that sweet," he says, keeping his voice low enough so the growling stomach would cover the words from Naji's pointed ears. "You're so attached you want me to accompany you! I'm touched. Really! It's an honor. And perhaps it'll happen, but it'll be because Naji's learned all her lessons and not because of anything you can do, dear. You're still hyperventilating from the horror of being in a belly- is it your first time?" He asks innocently. "You get used to it- if you get out, which I know you're not going to do. Heh." Tightening his grip, he doesn't *quite* rub Drodjee's face down into the pool of collecting acids. Instead, he muses, "Imagine if you'd just dragged me off into the bushes- you and I could have fucked our brains out, my friends would have won anyway, and then- who knows? Perhaps you'd be joining our band as an orc, instead of a wider bustline for our quartermaster. Such a shame, but Naji is a bit of the jealous type." He gives the orc a little peck on the cheek.
Raising his voice, he calls out, "Well done, love! But Drojee's trying to interfere- we both know this is another you against me, but she wants to make it about her! Isn't that such a pity?" He chuckles. "As much as I'd be honored to join her on your hips, you haven't earned it yet. But, so that the orc gets a sense of her place in things, would you mind giving us a bit of acid, a bit of stomach rub? You can get Cyria to rub your stomach," he adds, unaware that the drider was... occupied, at the moment, "That is- if you think you really need HELP." A snicker, and he rests his shaft between Drodjee's cheeks, enjoying the slick, tingling feeling of the stomach around him. "In your own time, don't feel a need to hurry- but if you dally, this orc might try to steal you away from me, and wouldn't that be an absolute crime? Or I might get hungry and see if I can steal HER away from YOU," he teases. "Better hurry up and melt us before either Drojee or I get hungry!" He tightens his grip on Drojee. He could get out whenever he wanted. Of course. He was just going to... enjoy his drow lover's stomach acids for a little bit, first.
((Successfully grappled Drojee just to keep her from being able to interfere with my escape next turn (she'll have to try to break my hold first). May as well give Naji a one round head start!))
Give Drodjee A Hug: 1d20+7 18
As the drow labored to finish swallowing him, he felt her muscles struggling to keep a grip. He didn't relax- that actually made people slightly harder to swallow, oddly- but stayed passive enough that while she could keep hold of him she didn't have to struggle against his movements. Instead, he let himself enjoy the throat- with Naji already inside, there wasn't nearly as much GIVE as there should be. Johan quite liked the change, actually- gave a bit of resistance to his various squirming. And on his shaft- well, there was no shame in that. Especially for Johan, who tended not to have any shame at all. He'd ground himself onto Naji's tongue, and then when it passed by he cheerfully ground himself on the stiff throat walls as well, letting himself focus on that while the pressure and heat around his head and shoulders intensified closer to the stomach. He slightly twisted his feet to point down, just to be sure that wouldn't present any extra effort for Naji's struggle to bolt him down. She was, Johan could tell, giving it her all; he worried briefly at the hiccup, but she pressed on as was right and proper. Soon enough, he felt his knees slip into the humid warmth of the drow's throat, and then finally felt teeth shut briefly on, and then just behind his toes, sealing him into Naji's throat. But it wasn't a... sure thing, until he felt the taut throatflesh encase his feet, because unconscious peristaltic motion was far more reliable than conscious swallowing attempts. It was what made escaping so problematic! But Johan felt a warm surge of pride that Naji had managed two her-sized meals at once despite her novice predator status. It meant he'd been teaching her all too well.
As Johan starts to slip into the stomach proper, his eyes shut, he relies on his hands and on his preternatural sense of the position of his own body, as well as long experience with the intimate geography of Naji's innards. Just a few touches on Drodjee and he knew exactly what position she was in, which part of her was touching more tender parts, where she was in relation to the nether sphincter- all the useful information someone inside a stomach might be quite grateful to learn. Hotter than usual, but he was prepared for that, too- he'd "shared space' with a friend once, though that time they'd both gotten out. The half-orc's drool and acid-slick body next to his felt amazing, and he wriggled appreciatively as his hips slipped with a pained squelch into Naji's stomach. Excellent feeling, and one he both treasured and didn't trouble to conceal his pleasure at from either drow or orc. As more and more of him entered the crowded stomach, Drodjee found that as she moved, Johan moved right along with her in perfect harmony- she, in fact, couldn't seem to get him in her arms at all. Instead, no matter which direction she tried to turn in the confusing confines of a full belly, Johan- who knew *exactly* where he was- kept up with all the impudent ease of a slimy, boneless octopus. It was maddening, but there was time and again some complicated squirming, and then Drodjee felt his shaft butting into her slippery flank and a mocking laugh on the back of her ear. And then, when his feet finally slipped through the overstress sphincter, Johan moved with lightning speed, wrapping his legs around the orc's thighs, pressing himself against her back- one arm wrapped around her neck to the other breast, caressing it, and the two of them *rolled* so that the slightly more massive Drodjee found herself facedown at the bottom of Naji's stomach, the relaxed Johan atop her.
Almost lazily, Johan works himself into a commanding position atop the orc, resting one chin on Drojee's slippery shoulder. There was already a pool of acid at the bottom of the stomach, and more trickling on his back- as he scooted a little back and forth, it made little delightful squelchy noises, and brought the familiar tingling sensation to his hide. "Now isn't that sweet," he says, keeping his voice low enough so the growling stomach would cover the words from Naji's pointed ears. "You're so attached you want me to accompany you! I'm touched. Really! It's an honor. And perhaps it'll happen, but it'll be because Naji's learned all her lessons and not because of anything you can do, dear. You're still hyperventilating from the horror of being in a belly- is it your first time?" He asks innocently. "You get used to it- if you get out, which I know you're not going to do. Heh." Tightening his grip, he doesn't *quite* rub Drodjee's face down into the pool of collecting acids. Instead, he muses, "Imagine if you'd just dragged me off into the bushes- you and I could have fucked our brains out, my friends would have won anyway, and then- who knows? Perhaps you'd be joining our band as an orc, instead of a wider bustline for our quartermaster. Such a shame, but Naji is a bit of the jealous type." He gives the orc a little peck on the cheek.
Raising his voice, he calls out, "Well done, love! But Drojee's trying to interfere- we both know this is another you against me, but she wants to make it about her! Isn't that such a pity?" He chuckles. "As much as I'd be honored to join her on your hips, you haven't earned it yet. But, so that the orc gets a sense of her place in things, would you mind giving us a bit of acid, a bit of stomach rub? You can get Cyria to rub your stomach," he adds, unaware that the drider was... occupied, at the moment, "That is- if you think you really need HELP." A snicker, and he rests his shaft between Drodjee's cheeks, enjoying the slick, tingling feeling of the stomach around him. "In your own time, don't feel a need to hurry- but if you dally, this orc might try to steal you away from me, and wouldn't that be an absolute crime? Or I might get hungry and see if I can steal HER away from YOU," he teases. "Better hurry up and melt us before either Drojee or I get hungry!" He tightens his grip on Drojee. He could get out whenever he wanted. Of course. He was just going to... enjoy his drow lover's stomach acids for a little bit, first.
((Successfully grappled Drojee just to keep her from being able to interfere with my escape next turn (she'll have to try to break my hold first). May as well give Naji a one round head start!))
Give Drodjee A Hug: 1d20+7 18
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Re: Bound by Fate (Pathfinder)(Closed)
by XarcesTheDelicious » Tue Oct 31, 2017 11:45 pm
With her fingers poised on the girl's backside, and her tongue lavishing Tina's nethers with all manner of attention, Alura had only but begun to pleasure the beautiful barmaid. Yet the mere moment she introduces an incling of magic into the tip of her tongue, the blonde girl's knees abruptly buckle. The fae getting in several desperate licks as the warm, silky walls of Tina's sex, the soft plumpened lips of her labia, all slips away from her in an instant. Where as her head is free to withdraw, the hand upon Tina's rear would suddenly feel the weight of the girl's entire body pressing down upon it. Alura's arm being drug down with her to be pinned beneath the softness of Tina's posterior, and the cool contrast of the hard floor below.
For the briefest of moments Alura wasn't sure whether to be alarmed at what just happened, yet the moment Tina wraps her arms around her, and begins to ride out the unmistakable ripples of pleasure coursing through her delicate frame, a satisfied smile spreads across the face of the fairy. Without a word, Alura reaches out with her one free arm to return the embrace, hugging the girl tenderly as she rides out her orgasm. Perhaps Alura should have held off on the use of magic.... and then again she did want to give the girl a night she'd never forget, and by offering up experiences that only she could deliver... well she had a good indication that she was already well on her way to fulfilling that promise in spades.
Closing her eyes Alura enjoys the moment, The feeling of Tina's hot body pressed tightly against her own. Gripping her as if her very life depended on it. The soft warmth of her breasts as they press into and meld against those of Alura's. The sharp hot breathes escaping Tina's lips as she leans into whisper into her ear, honing Alura's nipples into rigid little peaks, that dig deeply into the malleable flesh of Tina's chest, nestling within the warmth therin. While all the while her hand remains wedged beneath the firmness of Tina's rear, offering up little squeezes from time to time, as it was clear the fae didnt mind at all having her hand trapped down there.
Not until the girl begins to calm, begins to stammer and explain how unexpected that was does Alura herself, speak up. Leaning in to cut Tina off mid sentence with a kiss on the lips. Pulling Tina's lower lip between her own to offer a teasing little nibble, as well as a hint of her own taste lingering on the slicked lips of the fae. "Enjoyed that did you? mmmm that's all I ever wanted... but that was merely the appetizer as it were, for there will be plenty more enjoyment for you to experience before the night is over." Alura promises in a sultry tone. Pulling away to gaze lustfully into the young barmaid's eyes. A part of her couldn't believe what she'd gotten herself into, that she was going to offer herself as a meal to this innocent little human girl. A girl who'd lived a life of servitude, who'd have never had the chance of devouring a living being.
"After all that excitement, you've surely worked up an appetite no doubt." Alura begins, while wiggling her hand out from beneath Tina's body. "I think it's about time we get to the main course wouldn't you...the reason we truly came here tonight...and just think, on future visits I can show you even more of what my tongue, and my magic are capable of." she teases, shooting the girl a flirtatious little wink, while seductively licking over her lips. Her newly free hand slides up along Tina's side, coming to rest upon her flat little tummy. "Of course who's to say there will be a next time? Even if you dont think it capable, your poor lil tummy, would love nothing more than to gurgle me up and make me forever a part of you now wouldn't it...after all, thats what tummies do to food is it not, and now that we've made love, I offer myself as your food for this evening. " Alura whispers, leaning in to kiss Tina on the lips softly once more, all the while murmuring sensually while rubbing her palm in short little semicircles upon the girl's middle "So hungry, so empty...but we're going to fix that now aren't we Tina?"
Alura breaks the kiss once more to gaze deeply into the barmaid's eyes "Aren't we? You want to eat me dont you? Want to feel me tucked away inside you. To feel me squirming against your stomach walls, filling your belly so fully, as it squeezes in and gurgles against me.....that's the first step Tina. Look at me as your food, think of the feeling you get when gazing upon your favorite meal...." Alura takes a step back, allowing Tina to drink in her body fully with her gaze. "What's your favorite food Tina? Tell me wont you...you got something in mind don't you? Now associate those thoughts with me...with my body as it's presented before you. So soft, so delectable...you want to taste me don't you Tina, the scent of my skin makes your mouth water...now call me it...your favorite food. That shall be my name for now, for by the end of your night Alura will be your new favorite meal, I garuntee it." The fae declares with a confident little giggle.
Fluttering her wings Alura rises several inches into the air while posing the question. "Of course now that we've established I'm your food...Tina chow." she snickers "Like all good meals you have a right to chose how you consume me...think of it as placing an order to the kitchen. Do you wand me as I am, or perhaps you'd rather i shrink a little? A lot? Coat myself in delicious grease? chocolate? It's all up to you Tina. Then of course you need to decide were you'd like to start.... with the head...or perhaps you'd prefer to work up from the feet?" Alura lifts one of her legs enticingly as she continues to speak. "Start small with my hands? What do you want is the question." Alura asks, knowing the girl had never done this before, and yet wanting things to play out exactly as she may be envisioning it in her mind. "The choice is yours dear Tina, and as your meal, I'll do my best to help you get me down."
For the briefest of moments Alura wasn't sure whether to be alarmed at what just happened, yet the moment Tina wraps her arms around her, and begins to ride out the unmistakable ripples of pleasure coursing through her delicate frame, a satisfied smile spreads across the face of the fairy. Without a word, Alura reaches out with her one free arm to return the embrace, hugging the girl tenderly as she rides out her orgasm. Perhaps Alura should have held off on the use of magic.... and then again she did want to give the girl a night she'd never forget, and by offering up experiences that only she could deliver... well she had a good indication that she was already well on her way to fulfilling that promise in spades.
Closing her eyes Alura enjoys the moment, The feeling of Tina's hot body pressed tightly against her own. Gripping her as if her very life depended on it. The soft warmth of her breasts as they press into and meld against those of Alura's. The sharp hot breathes escaping Tina's lips as she leans into whisper into her ear, honing Alura's nipples into rigid little peaks, that dig deeply into the malleable flesh of Tina's chest, nestling within the warmth therin. While all the while her hand remains wedged beneath the firmness of Tina's rear, offering up little squeezes from time to time, as it was clear the fae didnt mind at all having her hand trapped down there.
Not until the girl begins to calm, begins to stammer and explain how unexpected that was does Alura herself, speak up. Leaning in to cut Tina off mid sentence with a kiss on the lips. Pulling Tina's lower lip between her own to offer a teasing little nibble, as well as a hint of her own taste lingering on the slicked lips of the fae. "Enjoyed that did you? mmmm that's all I ever wanted... but that was merely the appetizer as it were, for there will be plenty more enjoyment for you to experience before the night is over." Alura promises in a sultry tone. Pulling away to gaze lustfully into the young barmaid's eyes. A part of her couldn't believe what she'd gotten herself into, that she was going to offer herself as a meal to this innocent little human girl. A girl who'd lived a life of servitude, who'd have never had the chance of devouring a living being.
"After all that excitement, you've surely worked up an appetite no doubt." Alura begins, while wiggling her hand out from beneath Tina's body. "I think it's about time we get to the main course wouldn't you...the reason we truly came here tonight...and just think, on future visits I can show you even more of what my tongue, and my magic are capable of." she teases, shooting the girl a flirtatious little wink, while seductively licking over her lips. Her newly free hand slides up along Tina's side, coming to rest upon her flat little tummy. "Of course who's to say there will be a next time? Even if you dont think it capable, your poor lil tummy, would love nothing more than to gurgle me up and make me forever a part of you now wouldn't it...after all, thats what tummies do to food is it not, and now that we've made love, I offer myself as your food for this evening. " Alura whispers, leaning in to kiss Tina on the lips softly once more, all the while murmuring sensually while rubbing her palm in short little semicircles upon the girl's middle "So hungry, so empty...but we're going to fix that now aren't we Tina?"
Alura breaks the kiss once more to gaze deeply into the barmaid's eyes "Aren't we? You want to eat me dont you? Want to feel me tucked away inside you. To feel me squirming against your stomach walls, filling your belly so fully, as it squeezes in and gurgles against me.....that's the first step Tina. Look at me as your food, think of the feeling you get when gazing upon your favorite meal...." Alura takes a step back, allowing Tina to drink in her body fully with her gaze. "What's your favorite food Tina? Tell me wont you...you got something in mind don't you? Now associate those thoughts with me...with my body as it's presented before you. So soft, so delectable...you want to taste me don't you Tina, the scent of my skin makes your mouth water...now call me it...your favorite food. That shall be my name for now, for by the end of your night Alura will be your new favorite meal, I garuntee it." The fae declares with a confident little giggle.
Fluttering her wings Alura rises several inches into the air while posing the question. "Of course now that we've established I'm your food...Tina chow." she snickers "Like all good meals you have a right to chose how you consume me...think of it as placing an order to the kitchen. Do you wand me as I am, or perhaps you'd rather i shrink a little? A lot? Coat myself in delicious grease? chocolate? It's all up to you Tina. Then of course you need to decide were you'd like to start.... with the head...or perhaps you'd prefer to work up from the feet?" Alura lifts one of her legs enticingly as she continues to speak. "Start small with my hands? What do you want is the question." Alura asks, knowing the girl had never done this before, and yet wanting things to play out exactly as she may be envisioning it in her mind. "The choice is yours dear Tina, and as your meal, I'll do my best to help you get me down."
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Re: Bound by Fate (Pathfinder)(Closed)
by Jermayan » Wed Nov 22, 2017 1:49 am
Pressing herself against Sasara and returning her hug as eagerly as she can in her present state, Cyria’s whole body is shuddering in time with the movements of the naga’s tail as it squirms and shifts inside her. Buried as deep into Cyria as she is, even though Cyria isn’t consciously trying to pull her in deeper every little movement is only serving to slowly but surely slide her deeper and deeper into the drider’s body. The fact that Jutii was still giving just enough token resistance to add that extra dimension of stimulation was the perfect addition to Sasara’s practiced ministrations. Cyria was honestly a bit surprised that the lizard still had enough strength to move at all, to say nothing of being able to put up any kind of resistance to being packed even tighter into her stomach, but it was a welcome surprise to be sure, and the feeling of having both portions of her body full and stretching her out at the same time was a rare indulgence, and was one she fully intended enjoy it as much as she can.
Just as Sasara gives Cyria more than a few little nibbles and teasing bites with her fangs, Cyria is doing much the same, although her attention is drawn more to the naga’s ears and jawline. Although she had emptied most of her venom into the orc currently bulking out Naji’s belly, there was enough remaining to trickle down the side of Sasara’s face, leaving a similarly tingling and numbed streak of skin in its wake. Leaning back just a bit, she takes advantage of the fact that bulk of the naga’s weight is now resting inside her to shift her hands to Sasara’s breasts, fondling and rolling the pillowy orbs against her own and working to give the naga just as much pleasure as she was giving her.
Sasara’s acknowledgement of Cyria’s warning at the same time that she forces her hips fully inside is all the indication that Cyria needs, and she was drawing dangerously close to the point where she wouldn’t be able to be hold back regardless. Hauling Sasara up, she leans back at the same time, her rear legs sliding out and allowing her abdomen to drop down to the floor, tipping her upper body back even further. Sasara’s kiss is the last straw, and Cyria squeezes her tight to her chest. While she doesn’t have the religious fervor that Sasara has, the raw passion that she’s incited in the drider is just as potent in return, and her own tongue is dancing and sliding against Sasara’s just as eagerly.
“Th-thank you, sister. If you ever want back out, I have a f-feeling that our new friends might be able to help with that…” Cyria’s voice is quaking just as much as her body was, and a second later her eyes roll back before they flutter shut, her concentration entirely gone.
However, Sasara’s manifold efforts simply prove too much for Cyria, and her entire body begins to twitch and quake as a massive climax begins to crash over her like a tidal wave. With the way she’s almost lifted Sasara above her, gravity is aiding her efforts slightly, and Sasara once again begins to sink downwards. Not so much a series of more traditional gulps and swallows as it was continuous suction, Cyria’s entire abdomen seems to pulse, bulge, and stretch back out as Sasara’s humanoid half disappears into her bulging underbelly. Her stomach slips inside easily, and the lips of Cyria’s nethers lodge firmly against the bottom of Sasara’s bust. The prodigious size of her breasts prove a more significant obstacle, but Sasara just gives a giggle and slides her arms down her front, using her elbows to slowly but surely stretch Cyria wider. Then, she gives one last wiggle of her shoulders and like a dam bursting, another contraction seizes her and a lewd slurping noise accompanies her body being entirely sucked from sight. Collapsing entirely to the floor, Cyria just lays sprawled on the floor as her abdomen heaves and flexes, trying to find out how to ball up the naga as much as possible and relieve some of the tension on her stretched-out carapace.
A good minute or two later, Cyria blearily pulls her upper body back upright, leaning against the tub as she looks down at her swollen belly. “Aaaahhh...sleep well, my friend. Say hello to Viera while you’re in there, and feel free to bug her for a way out, if you can figure out how.” Looking back at the bed, her eyes go a bit wider before she breaks out into a broad smile when realized why Johan was conspicuously absent as well as Naji looking far more bulked-out that she was expecting. “Ahaha, was that your idea or his? Either way, well done. Now, let me show you one more benefit to such a large belly when you have an obliging friend nearby…” Practically dragging herself across the floor, Cyria pulls herself over to the bed before putting her hands to work on the bulging and shifting dome of flesh, working to massage and pat down any particularly noticeable bulge, encouraging the two occupants to sit still and let Naji digest in peace. However, as it looks more and more like the two weren’t interested in doing so, Cyria’s head dips down and, giving Naji a knowing smirk before she disappears behind the swell of her stomach, starts to give her a series of feather-light kisses, slowly working her way down from her bellybutton towards her nethers.
Just as Sasara gives Cyria more than a few little nibbles and teasing bites with her fangs, Cyria is doing much the same, although her attention is drawn more to the naga’s ears and jawline. Although she had emptied most of her venom into the orc currently bulking out Naji’s belly, there was enough remaining to trickle down the side of Sasara’s face, leaving a similarly tingling and numbed streak of skin in its wake. Leaning back just a bit, she takes advantage of the fact that bulk of the naga’s weight is now resting inside her to shift her hands to Sasara’s breasts, fondling and rolling the pillowy orbs against her own and working to give the naga just as much pleasure as she was giving her.
Sasara’s acknowledgement of Cyria’s warning at the same time that she forces her hips fully inside is all the indication that Cyria needs, and she was drawing dangerously close to the point where she wouldn’t be able to be hold back regardless. Hauling Sasara up, she leans back at the same time, her rear legs sliding out and allowing her abdomen to drop down to the floor, tipping her upper body back even further. Sasara’s kiss is the last straw, and Cyria squeezes her tight to her chest. While she doesn’t have the religious fervor that Sasara has, the raw passion that she’s incited in the drider is just as potent in return, and her own tongue is dancing and sliding against Sasara’s just as eagerly.
“Th-thank you, sister. If you ever want back out, I have a f-feeling that our new friends might be able to help with that…” Cyria’s voice is quaking just as much as her body was, and a second later her eyes roll back before they flutter shut, her concentration entirely gone.
However, Sasara’s manifold efforts simply prove too much for Cyria, and her entire body begins to twitch and quake as a massive climax begins to crash over her like a tidal wave. With the way she’s almost lifted Sasara above her, gravity is aiding her efforts slightly, and Sasara once again begins to sink downwards. Not so much a series of more traditional gulps and swallows as it was continuous suction, Cyria’s entire abdomen seems to pulse, bulge, and stretch back out as Sasara’s humanoid half disappears into her bulging underbelly. Her stomach slips inside easily, and the lips of Cyria’s nethers lodge firmly against the bottom of Sasara’s bust. The prodigious size of her breasts prove a more significant obstacle, but Sasara just gives a giggle and slides her arms down her front, using her elbows to slowly but surely stretch Cyria wider. Then, she gives one last wiggle of her shoulders and like a dam bursting, another contraction seizes her and a lewd slurping noise accompanies her body being entirely sucked from sight. Collapsing entirely to the floor, Cyria just lays sprawled on the floor as her abdomen heaves and flexes, trying to find out how to ball up the naga as much as possible and relieve some of the tension on her stretched-out carapace.
A good minute or two later, Cyria blearily pulls her upper body back upright, leaning against the tub as she looks down at her swollen belly. “Aaaahhh...sleep well, my friend. Say hello to Viera while you’re in there, and feel free to bug her for a way out, if you can figure out how.” Looking back at the bed, her eyes go a bit wider before she breaks out into a broad smile when realized why Johan was conspicuously absent as well as Naji looking far more bulked-out that she was expecting. “Ahaha, was that your idea or his? Either way, well done. Now, let me show you one more benefit to such a large belly when you have an obliging friend nearby…” Practically dragging herself across the floor, Cyria pulls herself over to the bed before putting her hands to work on the bulging and shifting dome of flesh, working to massage and pat down any particularly noticeable bulge, encouraging the two occupants to sit still and let Naji digest in peace. However, as it looks more and more like the two weren’t interested in doing so, Cyria’s head dips down and, giving Naji a knowing smirk before she disappears behind the swell of her stomach, starts to give her a series of feather-light kisses, slowly working her way down from her bellybutton towards her nethers.
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Re: Bound by Fate (Pathfinder)(Closed)
by CassyInko » Fri Nov 24, 2017 5:28 pm
The Suite - Cyria, Johan, Naji, and Sasara
‘Hic! Ulp!’ Two more hiccups briefly interrupt the drow’s relaxation before her body seems to finally fully adjust to the enormous amount of food filling her stomach. Had she not been so utterly stuffed, she would have gloated - it was pretty much a hallmark in her life, not only the first time she was going to get to actually KEEP who she gulped down, but also the first time she’d managed to fit down not only an orc who’s frame was considerably larger than her own...but also Johan as well, their combined weight more than enough to double and come close to tripling her own. She honestly doubted she could walk if she wanted to...which, right now, she most certainly didn’t. The comfort of the bed was all-encompassing, and Naji just dug her shoulders further into it, leaving her legs dangling off the edge of the bed just enough for her bare feet to touch the floor. Now, she wished she’d removed ALL of her clothing. Not a chance she’d get them off on her own now, and really, she doubted she’d move from that spot until sometime in the morning, when Drodjee (And possibly Johan) had softened up enough to be a bit more managable. For a moment, she focused on that thought, her lips pursed in silent contemplation. Johan. Hrrrm….that silly, sexy man. Sure, there was a pretty good chance that he’d get out on his own...and yet there was still that slim chance that he’d end up staying right where he was...and that was something she was just fine with. It was part of the excitement, the same excitement she and (as far as she could assume) he felt every single time he made that ‘dangerous’ trip. Plus...WAY better that he ended up stacked onto her currently-lacking curves somewhere, than some random guy or gal who ended up getting the upper hand in combat.
“I can see why you enjoy this so much, Cyria…” Naji drawls lazily, propping her head up on one arm just enough to admire the drider’s own ‘friendly’ moment with their serpentine companion. She might never openly admit it, even when directly asked, but that little satisfied glimmer in her eyes told the whole story - she loved when a member of their little group got to fill their stomachs (or other places), even if it just so happened to be with one of their own members. With an equally as lazy movement, the drow runs a hand across her bulging stomach, lightly massaging the moving bulges within as her stomach slowly started to grow accustomed to the enormous offering that had been made to it, and begins to ‘grrwwwl’ ever so softly, ramping up it’s processes to deal with the wondrous meal that was currently moving within. The little bursts of movement within, the struggles of her well-cramped food pulls a soft moan from her lips, her eyes fluttering as she gazes with quiet interest at Cyria’s own ‘second course’. It looked like Sasara was quite enjoying herself as well, and though it HAD crossed her mind before what it felt like to be...well, INSIDE someone else, it had never been something she just NEEDED to know. Not when she already knew how enjoyable it was to have them inside of her, instead.
A soft, hissing laugh escapes Sasara’s lips, her eyes glittering as another little contract courses through Cyria, brought on by her little twitches and movements “Mm, I sssseee I ssssstill know all the right ssspots…” The soft laugh quickly deteriorates into a pleased groan of delight, her mouth opening in a ‘O’ that was aggressive enough to look like she was about to bite down into Cyria’s neck. That bite, though, never comes, and instead she leans up a smidge more to nibble at one ear, her receding to a soft, whispering purr “Asss do you…” Another little wiggle of her hips, now embedded firmly in Cyria’s lower half, and the naga sinks away another few inches, her voice growing more and more excited though it never breaks from that soft, teasing whisper “Oh...Mmm. Cyria...You really think Viera isss in there ssssomewhere? I’ve not felt...ah!” The sudden, massive contraction of an orgasm makes Sasara’s entire body react, the long, heavy length of her coils whippin to and fro inside the moist, tight confines of the drider’s lower half. That, in turn, seems to only aid with the ‘suction’, and bit by bit, the naga begins to slide down Cyria’s torso, her hands eventually easing from behind her back to aid in slipping herself ever-deeper into her friend’s body. As expected, it takes more than a little effort for Sasara’s chest to finally ease inside, but when that happens, Sasara gives one last little wordless grin...and ‘srrp!’...disappears from sight. It was hard to imagine being ‘this full’, and with the fading stuggles of the lizardess in her stomach, and the far-more-active wiggling of Sasara’s own pleasure-induced (there was no doubt about it - she was well on her way to fingering herself to an orgasm) squirming a little further down, it was hard to even think straight. Not to mention, the added weight of a few hundred pounds of snake was difficult to manage, even with Cyria’s many legs. Yet, she manages, though her body’s efforts to ball up Sasara was an effort in futilty, and would likely remain next to impossible until the naga had finally calmed herself down...which, knowing her, would take a while.
When Sasara vanishes entirely from view, Naji’s smug, satisfied little smirk seems to grow only slightly larger, and she simply says “...Spicy.” That little glimmer in her eyes, though, was more than enough to realise she’d enjoyed the show far, far more than she let on...likely even moreso with her own stomach so pleasantly full.
With one final little stroke over her contorting and shifting stomach, Naji exhales a soft little laugh “Who’s plan? Mmm...that’s a good question. It more just...happened. Can you blame me? He kept egging me on…” Running her tongue across her soft, red lips as if to gather up any last flavor of her orc-and-human meal that remained, she adds “...Turns out, Orc and Human goes well together. Though I have always found myself quite fond of Johan’s taste. Don’t tell him that, though. It’ll go straight to his head. Unless, of course, he ends up going...elsewhere..” Naji idly trails a finger across her small, bare breasts, adding just a little bit more weight to her words. It was almost amusing - the drow had always been a little bit on the ‘skinny and sickly’ side, and with her stomach so full, it came close to being nearly half as big as she was. Still, she seemed to be managing the weight quite well, even if she would likely not be getting up and running around (or even walking) any time soon.
To Johan, Naji’s stomach felt much the same as it always had - immensely soft and slimy, and without even a hint of the powerful, crushing muscles some of the OTHER stomachs he’d been in seemed to possess. Namely, Drodjee’s. It simply lacked the predatory intensity that others possessed, though he could also feel the differences his many ‘trips’ had made. The subtle changes as her stomach adjusted to larger, living food, the way it seemed to ramp up it’s acid and enzyme production just a little bit faster every time he ‘paid it a visit’. It still lacked the crushing intensity, but it did seem to be getting a little better at working it’s food (which had pretty much been exclusively him, before this point) into a snug little ball, roiling and squeezing until it was satisfied that he was snugly placated. With the addition of a half-orc, it seemed to be having a great deal more difficulty, but even then he could feel it squeezing softly downwards on his back and rump and the underside of his legs, rapidly reclaiming space it had lost during his initial entry. Thin, sticky drizzles of stomach acid trickled downwards across his back and shoulders, leaving a all-too-familiar tingle in it’s wake. Even her acids were not exactly massively powerful, and it would be quite some time before it actually began to HURT, but it was noticably different than the first time, and even the second. It was already starting to tingle, whereas his first attempt he’d stayed nearly a half-hour before he felt that first, faint hint of digestion starting to wash over him, all while listening to her smug self-assumptions that he was ‘foolish and being stacked on her breasts was pretty much the best thing to happen to him’. Of course, he’d escaped (and shortly thereafter, started a rather...interesting friendship with the drow), but she’d certainly progressed.
He’s only given a few, brief seconds to dwell on the progress he’d help her make before Drodjee begins to squirm again, trying to pull him underneath her. Clearly, her experience in a stomach was limited - or nonexistant - and despite her best attempts to pull him underneath her, he simply uses her body to block his own, leaving him crammed against her slick, saliva-soaked back. She was strong, but that strength meant little when coupled with the constrictive walls of Naji’s stomach, and his own experience at manuvreing in them - this one in particular.
((Drodjee ALMOST breaks Johan’s hold, surprisingly...but I’m still adding in a little penalty for Cyria’s venom, so she doesn’t QUITE make it! Johan still has her held! ))
“You...nngh...I knew I shouldn’t have surrendered!” Her voice still had a hint of grogginess to it, no doubt a product of the copious amount of venom Cyria had pumped into her neck. His little quip about ‘dragging him off into the woods’ actually makes her pause briefly, before she readjusts her grip between her own legs and grabs one of his knees, trying to yank him beneath her from the OPPOSITE direction “..There’s no reason I can’t still eat you now...just because *IM* food, doesn’t mean I can’t make sure you share that fate with m-mrk!” A slick, slimy sound accompanies Johan’s hand on the back of Drodjee’s head, her mouth suddenly clamping shut as he forces her face closer to the bottom of Naji’s stomach. It might be pitch black, but apparently she knew that ‘down’ meant acid, and the idea of getting a mouthful of it was not a pleasant one.
When his weight fully comes to rest on her, what she’d been trying to avoid finally happens, and Johan hears a faint spluttering sound as she briefly is dunk in a faceful of digestive juices. It might not be very high yet - it hardly covered her knees, which meant it likely only covered her face up to her ears - but it was enough to make her squirm all the more, until she’s able to pull her head up enough to get a breath of fresh air “You...are going to digest...with me. One way..or...another…!”
Naji’s brow lifts slightly as she hears Johan’s voice from within, her smile never faltering as she continues “Mm, I don’t know...bound to be AWFUL cramped in there. This might pretty much be the end for you..” She says simply, though even through a layer of flesh Johan can detect just a hint of mirth in her voice, right there along with that normal, condescending tone “..But really, we’ve been leading up to this. Cute as you are, I think you’ll look cuter stacked on my--oh..?” When Cyria finally manages to heave herself up off of the floor and begins to stalk towards her, Naji falls silent, watching with muted interest (and maybe just a little bit of excitement, but it was hard to tell on the drow’s face) as the drider eases herself up over her stomach and begins to lightly stroke it. Her lower lip quivers slightly, and though she’s quick to wrangle in the little overt display of excitement, it’s enough for Cyria to catch just a quick peek. Finally finding her voice again, Naji continues “...And I don’t NEED help, you’re pretty much drow food now. But…” Gazing intently at Cyria, Naji flashes her teeth in a larger-than-average grin “...I sure won’t turn it down…”
Ever so slowly, Naji’s red eyes close to half-lids, a throaty moan of pure delight escaping her partially parted lips as Cyria’s fingers run across the bulges that appear in her stomach, pressing them back down where they belong. When that first kiss comes (quite unexpectedly), Cyria feels the drow’s body suddenly tense up, her eyes widening just a hint in surprise...surprise that only seems to grow when that line of kisses begins to wind it way downwards across her stomach, towards the far more sensitive areas hidden below. It looked like Naji’s clothing had held (albeit just barely), though her belt was open and her leggings were nestled down on her hips further than they should have been. Given the drow’s penchant for not wearing underwear of any sort, it would only take a couple of sharp tugs to pull them down low enough for Cyria to access the soft lips of Naji’s nethers, the faint scent of arousal already tickling Cyria’s nose.
(It's assumed Drodjee won't be making it out, so this damage is pretty much just for Johan!
4 Acid, 3 crushing, for 7 total damage! FEAR THE DROWBELLY! XD <3)
((Naji's internal CMD is going to be 17 to escape! This is with a few small bonuses and a smidge of help from Cyria's tummyrubs! ))
‘Hic! Ulp!’ Two more hiccups briefly interrupt the drow’s relaxation before her body seems to finally fully adjust to the enormous amount of food filling her stomach. Had she not been so utterly stuffed, she would have gloated - it was pretty much a hallmark in her life, not only the first time she was going to get to actually KEEP who she gulped down, but also the first time she’d managed to fit down not only an orc who’s frame was considerably larger than her own...but also Johan as well, their combined weight more than enough to double and come close to tripling her own. She honestly doubted she could walk if she wanted to...which, right now, she most certainly didn’t. The comfort of the bed was all-encompassing, and Naji just dug her shoulders further into it, leaving her legs dangling off the edge of the bed just enough for her bare feet to touch the floor. Now, she wished she’d removed ALL of her clothing. Not a chance she’d get them off on her own now, and really, she doubted she’d move from that spot until sometime in the morning, when Drodjee (And possibly Johan) had softened up enough to be a bit more managable. For a moment, she focused on that thought, her lips pursed in silent contemplation. Johan. Hrrrm….that silly, sexy man. Sure, there was a pretty good chance that he’d get out on his own...and yet there was still that slim chance that he’d end up staying right where he was...and that was something she was just fine with. It was part of the excitement, the same excitement she and (as far as she could assume) he felt every single time he made that ‘dangerous’ trip. Plus...WAY better that he ended up stacked onto her currently-lacking curves somewhere, than some random guy or gal who ended up getting the upper hand in combat.
“I can see why you enjoy this so much, Cyria…” Naji drawls lazily, propping her head up on one arm just enough to admire the drider’s own ‘friendly’ moment with their serpentine companion. She might never openly admit it, even when directly asked, but that little satisfied glimmer in her eyes told the whole story - she loved when a member of their little group got to fill their stomachs (or other places), even if it just so happened to be with one of their own members. With an equally as lazy movement, the drow runs a hand across her bulging stomach, lightly massaging the moving bulges within as her stomach slowly started to grow accustomed to the enormous offering that had been made to it, and begins to ‘grrwwwl’ ever so softly, ramping up it’s processes to deal with the wondrous meal that was currently moving within. The little bursts of movement within, the struggles of her well-cramped food pulls a soft moan from her lips, her eyes fluttering as she gazes with quiet interest at Cyria’s own ‘second course’. It looked like Sasara was quite enjoying herself as well, and though it HAD crossed her mind before what it felt like to be...well, INSIDE someone else, it had never been something she just NEEDED to know. Not when she already knew how enjoyable it was to have them inside of her, instead.
A soft, hissing laugh escapes Sasara’s lips, her eyes glittering as another little contract courses through Cyria, brought on by her little twitches and movements “Mm, I sssseee I ssssstill know all the right ssspots…” The soft laugh quickly deteriorates into a pleased groan of delight, her mouth opening in a ‘O’ that was aggressive enough to look like she was about to bite down into Cyria’s neck. That bite, though, never comes, and instead she leans up a smidge more to nibble at one ear, her receding to a soft, whispering purr “Asss do you…” Another little wiggle of her hips, now embedded firmly in Cyria’s lower half, and the naga sinks away another few inches, her voice growing more and more excited though it never breaks from that soft, teasing whisper “Oh...Mmm. Cyria...You really think Viera isss in there ssssomewhere? I’ve not felt...ah!” The sudden, massive contraction of an orgasm makes Sasara’s entire body react, the long, heavy length of her coils whippin to and fro inside the moist, tight confines of the drider’s lower half. That, in turn, seems to only aid with the ‘suction’, and bit by bit, the naga begins to slide down Cyria’s torso, her hands eventually easing from behind her back to aid in slipping herself ever-deeper into her friend’s body. As expected, it takes more than a little effort for Sasara’s chest to finally ease inside, but when that happens, Sasara gives one last little wordless grin...and ‘srrp!’...disappears from sight. It was hard to imagine being ‘this full’, and with the fading stuggles of the lizardess in her stomach, and the far-more-active wiggling of Sasara’s own pleasure-induced (there was no doubt about it - she was well on her way to fingering herself to an orgasm) squirming a little further down, it was hard to even think straight. Not to mention, the added weight of a few hundred pounds of snake was difficult to manage, even with Cyria’s many legs. Yet, she manages, though her body’s efforts to ball up Sasara was an effort in futilty, and would likely remain next to impossible until the naga had finally calmed herself down...which, knowing her, would take a while.
When Sasara vanishes entirely from view, Naji’s smug, satisfied little smirk seems to grow only slightly larger, and she simply says “...Spicy.” That little glimmer in her eyes, though, was more than enough to realise she’d enjoyed the show far, far more than she let on...likely even moreso with her own stomach so pleasantly full.
With one final little stroke over her contorting and shifting stomach, Naji exhales a soft little laugh “Who’s plan? Mmm...that’s a good question. It more just...happened. Can you blame me? He kept egging me on…” Running her tongue across her soft, red lips as if to gather up any last flavor of her orc-and-human meal that remained, she adds “...Turns out, Orc and Human goes well together. Though I have always found myself quite fond of Johan’s taste. Don’t tell him that, though. It’ll go straight to his head. Unless, of course, he ends up going...elsewhere..” Naji idly trails a finger across her small, bare breasts, adding just a little bit more weight to her words. It was almost amusing - the drow had always been a little bit on the ‘skinny and sickly’ side, and with her stomach so full, it came close to being nearly half as big as she was. Still, she seemed to be managing the weight quite well, even if she would likely not be getting up and running around (or even walking) any time soon.
To Johan, Naji’s stomach felt much the same as it always had - immensely soft and slimy, and without even a hint of the powerful, crushing muscles some of the OTHER stomachs he’d been in seemed to possess. Namely, Drodjee’s. It simply lacked the predatory intensity that others possessed, though he could also feel the differences his many ‘trips’ had made. The subtle changes as her stomach adjusted to larger, living food, the way it seemed to ramp up it’s acid and enzyme production just a little bit faster every time he ‘paid it a visit’. It still lacked the crushing intensity, but it did seem to be getting a little better at working it’s food (which had pretty much been exclusively him, before this point) into a snug little ball, roiling and squeezing until it was satisfied that he was snugly placated. With the addition of a half-orc, it seemed to be having a great deal more difficulty, but even then he could feel it squeezing softly downwards on his back and rump and the underside of his legs, rapidly reclaiming space it had lost during his initial entry. Thin, sticky drizzles of stomach acid trickled downwards across his back and shoulders, leaving a all-too-familiar tingle in it’s wake. Even her acids were not exactly massively powerful, and it would be quite some time before it actually began to HURT, but it was noticably different than the first time, and even the second. It was already starting to tingle, whereas his first attempt he’d stayed nearly a half-hour before he felt that first, faint hint of digestion starting to wash over him, all while listening to her smug self-assumptions that he was ‘foolish and being stacked on her breasts was pretty much the best thing to happen to him’. Of course, he’d escaped (and shortly thereafter, started a rather...interesting friendship with the drow), but she’d certainly progressed.
He’s only given a few, brief seconds to dwell on the progress he’d help her make before Drodjee begins to squirm again, trying to pull him underneath her. Clearly, her experience in a stomach was limited - or nonexistant - and despite her best attempts to pull him underneath her, he simply uses her body to block his own, leaving him crammed against her slick, saliva-soaked back. She was strong, but that strength meant little when coupled with the constrictive walls of Naji’s stomach, and his own experience at manuvreing in them - this one in particular.
((Drodjee ALMOST breaks Johan’s hold, surprisingly...but I’m still adding in a little penalty for Cyria’s venom, so she doesn’t QUITE make it! Johan still has her held! ))
“You...nngh...I knew I shouldn’t have surrendered!” Her voice still had a hint of grogginess to it, no doubt a product of the copious amount of venom Cyria had pumped into her neck. His little quip about ‘dragging him off into the woods’ actually makes her pause briefly, before she readjusts her grip between her own legs and grabs one of his knees, trying to yank him beneath her from the OPPOSITE direction “..There’s no reason I can’t still eat you now...just because *IM* food, doesn’t mean I can’t make sure you share that fate with m-mrk!” A slick, slimy sound accompanies Johan’s hand on the back of Drodjee’s head, her mouth suddenly clamping shut as he forces her face closer to the bottom of Naji’s stomach. It might be pitch black, but apparently she knew that ‘down’ meant acid, and the idea of getting a mouthful of it was not a pleasant one.
When his weight fully comes to rest on her, what she’d been trying to avoid finally happens, and Johan hears a faint spluttering sound as she briefly is dunk in a faceful of digestive juices. It might not be very high yet - it hardly covered her knees, which meant it likely only covered her face up to her ears - but it was enough to make her squirm all the more, until she’s able to pull her head up enough to get a breath of fresh air “You...are going to digest...with me. One way..or...another…!”
Naji’s brow lifts slightly as she hears Johan’s voice from within, her smile never faltering as she continues “Mm, I don’t know...bound to be AWFUL cramped in there. This might pretty much be the end for you..” She says simply, though even through a layer of flesh Johan can detect just a hint of mirth in her voice, right there along with that normal, condescending tone “..But really, we’ve been leading up to this. Cute as you are, I think you’ll look cuter stacked on my--oh..?” When Cyria finally manages to heave herself up off of the floor and begins to stalk towards her, Naji falls silent, watching with muted interest (and maybe just a little bit of excitement, but it was hard to tell on the drow’s face) as the drider eases herself up over her stomach and begins to lightly stroke it. Her lower lip quivers slightly, and though she’s quick to wrangle in the little overt display of excitement, it’s enough for Cyria to catch just a quick peek. Finally finding her voice again, Naji continues “...And I don’t NEED help, you’re pretty much drow food now. But…” Gazing intently at Cyria, Naji flashes her teeth in a larger-than-average grin “...I sure won’t turn it down…”
Ever so slowly, Naji’s red eyes close to half-lids, a throaty moan of pure delight escaping her partially parted lips as Cyria’s fingers run across the bulges that appear in her stomach, pressing them back down where they belong. When that first kiss comes (quite unexpectedly), Cyria feels the drow’s body suddenly tense up, her eyes widening just a hint in surprise...surprise that only seems to grow when that line of kisses begins to wind it way downwards across her stomach, towards the far more sensitive areas hidden below. It looked like Naji’s clothing had held (albeit just barely), though her belt was open and her leggings were nestled down on her hips further than they should have been. Given the drow’s penchant for not wearing underwear of any sort, it would only take a couple of sharp tugs to pull them down low enough for Cyria to access the soft lips of Naji’s nethers, the faint scent of arousal already tickling Cyria’s nose.
(It's assumed Drodjee won't be making it out, so this damage is pretty much just for Johan!
4 Acid, 3 crushing, for 7 total damage! FEAR THE DROWBELLY! XD <3)
((Naji's internal CMD is going to be 17 to escape! This is with a few small bonuses and a smidge of help from Cyria's tummyrubs! ))
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Re: Bound by Fate (Pathfinder)(Closed)
by sansuki » Sun Nov 26, 2017 2:27 pm
Down in the drow's stomach, Johan has no idea what’s going on outside of Naji’s stomach- nor does he need to unless and until he stops being drow food. Eyes firmly shut, to protect the sensitive orbs from caustic slime, all he has to work with is smell, taste, hearing- but mostly touch, feeding him the sensations of gravity, the orc’s body, and the feel of the soft but taut stomach walls around him to give his trained mind a precise picture of where he is. Heat’s already soaked through his body much faster than the acids had, and the tingle of just-begun digestion on his flesh beseeches him to just relax and let the hungry drow claim him, just like Drodjee. That’s a familiar sensation, one he’s conquered many, many times- and despite the teasing that emanates from all around the mercenary, it’s one he already knows he’ll keep on conquering. No, Naji wouldn’t now, nor would she ever be the beneficiary of Johan simply giving in to his most likely fate and allowing a particularly congenial predator to be the one to implement it- nor would Johan ever be likely to submit to that, though the future was always hard to guarantee. The predator that made a prize of Johan would be the first one to have a stomach too strong, too well-secured for him to wriggle his way out of while none of his friends were nearby and willing to help him out, and that was as it should be. Naji… just didn’t make the grade, though perhaps someday Johan’s erstwhile lover might.
None of that, of course, makes Johan take his situation any less seriously, nor does it prevent him from feeling his usual eager, perverted thrill at Naji’s teasing- just as the drow’s aware he loves it. Hell, he’d once offered to wear a collar and leash for the drow- but when he insisted on it staying entirely in private between them so as to not compromise what was already a somewhat tenuous qualification to lead, Naji’d let the entire idea lie fallow for a more promising day.
One of the less well known, but undeniably… intimate parts of being swallowed by someone was the way your entire world shrunk down to their body. Nothing else exists in the world but the pure immediacy of the stomach, and those specific seconds- the past, the future, everywhere outside, all other concerns, they’re nothing compared to each squeeze of a stomach muscle, each dash of acid. When your predator talks, it’s coming from right next to you, and it’s also coming through vibrations of their entire body- which happens to be all around you. It’s loud, louder than the sound of the stomach working on you, and so every little sigh, every quiet moan, every word commands your complete attention. Hence, Johan was completely away of all of Naji’s little talks, and rewarded each one by an involuntary twitch of pleasure. Naji’s hand traces down the man’s back through a shell of tight flesh, and he relaxes just a little to feel that caress- familiar, and never unwelcome. “And someday, maybe you’ll see why I do,” he calls out to the drow. She’s intent on something else, though, and Johan confines himself to playing with Drodjee while she watches Cyria. Nothing much, just a squeeze here, a tiny movement of his leg out of her grasp there, always just teasing her with the prospect of getting her stomachmate in her own grasp without ever letting her have the substance of control. All quite playful, at least to the one who confidently expected to end the night outside of a stomach.
When Naji begins to talk about him, he mentally perks up- ahh, yes. So, he tasted good with the orc? He’d expected to, though of course Naji was never so rude as to say that he wasn’t one of the best things she’d ever tasted. “You know I can hear you just fine, right?” He asks, pressing his head sideways into a swell of stomach up near one of Naji’s (for now) undersized breasts, and winning a slightly more fierce rub from a hand for his troubles. “And it was, most definitely, my plan. This is all a gift to you, dear, and I figured the only thing better than getting to keep your first meal was to temporarily be so stuffed with two you couldn’t move! I know it’s not QUITE your birthday, but, well, close enough,” he teases. “Almost a pity I won’t be staying.” He relaxes, letting the acids wash over his back, dripping into the pool at the bottom of the stomach. They tingled, of course, and promised him much more if he was so rash as to stay- he’d felt the bulges of other predators he’d worked with before, feeling their meals soften with time, growing smaller, sometimes still awake to the end. How could he not have wondered what it felt like? Well- someday he’d likely find out. He was proud of how well Naji was adapting to becoming a predator as she was manifestly meant to be- Johan never pried about her past life, but her inability to fight, her being up on the surface as a de facto exile, he didn’t need to. Teaching her how to defend herself, and how to capture and hold live prey, that was one of his gifts to his talented quartermaster. This was merely the next step in Johan’s patient education of her- after tonight, her stomach would ‘know’ how to digest a live meal when it stayed inside her long enough, experience it had never had.
Johan had his own memories of their first time together. There’d been a unit banquet, he’d flirted with the strange, pretty drow in his own way as he had with everyone, they’d headed back to her tent, and one thing simply… led to another. They’d had sex, and then in the lazy afterglow, arrogant as ever, he’d teased her with a hand in her mouth until she finally gulped him down. He let her gloat for a minute or so, saying the most romantic things, until he pushed his way out of the surprised drow with hardly any effort- and since then, the romance and unattainability of Johan as a meal had been the two odd engines of their steady relationship.
Redirecting his attention to Drodjee, he rides out the spirited orc’s attempts to roll on top of him. Pressed naked into her back, skin to skin with Naji’s juices forming a lubricant that squelched when they moved past each other, Johan can feel the orc’s muscles under him with such precision that he knows when the orc is going to make a move almost before she does. He keeps hold of her and enjoys the feeling of sharing a stomach in the wet heat, feeling his member start to recover from his early passionate interlude with a drider given all the new stimulation. Again resting his head on Drodjee’s shoulder, he rides out the flurry of movement. “Mmm. Probably not,” he says. “But it would have just meant you took up someone else’s stomach immediately, while here you get to contribute to my lover’s education and curves- I think that’s a charitable act that might get you a little extra favor with your gods, don’t you?” He keeps his voice pitched low so that Naji can’t quite hear his side of the byplay. A sharp tug almost upsets his balance, but not quite. Laughing, “You had your choice. First time’s free- second time, you have to ask politely, my dear orc. I am happy that you know you’re food, though.” He dunks her head under the pool, letting her get a faceful of the thick, goopy liquid before letting her rise up into the fetid air. With one hand, he continues to reach around the orc’s shoulder, grabbing and gently caressing one of the smooth green breasts, but the other… “But here, a little taste before you go-” He presses his other hand into Drodjee’s gasping mouth, filling it and forestalling her next retort with his hand- and soon enough, with a quick tug, his wrist as fingers push into the top of her throat. She’s too weak to pull him in more than that, though she tries with the tastes of acid and Johan mixed on her tongue.
“The end?” Johan calls out, “Hardly. Just consoling your dinner. But it is rather cramped in here. As much as I know I’d make you look better, I’ll happily make the sacrifice of Drodjee to your curves so that I can keep admiring them from the out...side...” he trails off, aware that Naji herself has paused. He doesn’t know quite why, yet. But when Cyria starts to stroke Johan through the bulge, he moans. The hands felt different enough that he could tell the difference. “Cyria! Such a surprise!” He says, his voice catching. “I’m honored that you’d help her out- it won’t be enough unless you sat on her chest to physically block me from escaping, though, howevermuch my lover likes to boast. But please, amuse yourself!” And soon enough, he feels Naji tense up and start to moan- the slight imprint of a kiss heading downwards, Johan feels just as well as the drow. “Ahhhh,” he says, knowingly.
Still letting Drodjee nibble on his hand, Johan lets himself give in just a little to the pleasure, as the drow’s body temperature rises around him with the first flush of passion. Better than anyone, he knows Naji’s tender spots, and using his body and hips he rubs Drodjee’s face and body into them while pushing back against hands and Cyria’s probing from the outside. That he’s also using the same motions to rub himself against the orc could probably be guessed, though Johan doesn’t make a sound as he daringly uses caustic acids for a lube. The acids rise, coating him thoroughly with a deeper tingling, but this close to a climax he dares a little longer. A slight tensing, a sudden spasm, and the slimy pool around Drodjee’s hands and knees receives a little addition of human ‘juices’. Then, Johan relaxes, letting the stomach tease and knead him even more as the tingling starts to become a faint burn. And then… “There we go. Our dear orc’s satisfied at last,” he crows. “Now, let’s see-”
Very suddenly, one hand jams through the sphincter into Naji’s throat, pressing up and outward for resistance; it’s joined by the other, which widen and physically hold the drow’s throat open. Mashing Drodjee deeper into the pool, he sidles up her slippery back, waddling to get his head into the sphincter. Though he can feel the throat clenching around him as Naji tries to keep both of her meals, Johan knows her throat’s rhythms quite well- his head crowns through, followed by his shoulders, and then he spends the remainder of the time shoving himself upwards. After a minute or so of patient, irresistable climbing, first one arm and then another emerges slightly reddened and shiny from Naji’s mouth- clinging to her jaw for leverage as Johan pulls, head and chest emerging to scrape over the drow’s tongue to give her a second shot of human flavor. There, seeing Cyria, Johan grins- “Told you. No need to help, I’ll be right on out of here in just a minute longer- dear, your stomach’s getting nicely talented, but your throat still needs work before it’ll be strong enough to keep me,” he chides with a grin.
((First roll was a 2, the second an 18; first doesn’t escape with his +9 bonus, but the second one does even with the probable 2/3 HP penalty from another round of digestion, so with Cass’s OK I wrote all the way to escape. :3))
None of that, of course, makes Johan take his situation any less seriously, nor does it prevent him from feeling his usual eager, perverted thrill at Naji’s teasing- just as the drow’s aware he loves it. Hell, he’d once offered to wear a collar and leash for the drow- but when he insisted on it staying entirely in private between them so as to not compromise what was already a somewhat tenuous qualification to lead, Naji’d let the entire idea lie fallow for a more promising day.
One of the less well known, but undeniably… intimate parts of being swallowed by someone was the way your entire world shrunk down to their body. Nothing else exists in the world but the pure immediacy of the stomach, and those specific seconds- the past, the future, everywhere outside, all other concerns, they’re nothing compared to each squeeze of a stomach muscle, each dash of acid. When your predator talks, it’s coming from right next to you, and it’s also coming through vibrations of their entire body- which happens to be all around you. It’s loud, louder than the sound of the stomach working on you, and so every little sigh, every quiet moan, every word commands your complete attention. Hence, Johan was completely away of all of Naji’s little talks, and rewarded each one by an involuntary twitch of pleasure. Naji’s hand traces down the man’s back through a shell of tight flesh, and he relaxes just a little to feel that caress- familiar, and never unwelcome. “And someday, maybe you’ll see why I do,” he calls out to the drow. She’s intent on something else, though, and Johan confines himself to playing with Drodjee while she watches Cyria. Nothing much, just a squeeze here, a tiny movement of his leg out of her grasp there, always just teasing her with the prospect of getting her stomachmate in her own grasp without ever letting her have the substance of control. All quite playful, at least to the one who confidently expected to end the night outside of a stomach.
When Naji begins to talk about him, he mentally perks up- ahh, yes. So, he tasted good with the orc? He’d expected to, though of course Naji was never so rude as to say that he wasn’t one of the best things she’d ever tasted. “You know I can hear you just fine, right?” He asks, pressing his head sideways into a swell of stomach up near one of Naji’s (for now) undersized breasts, and winning a slightly more fierce rub from a hand for his troubles. “And it was, most definitely, my plan. This is all a gift to you, dear, and I figured the only thing better than getting to keep your first meal was to temporarily be so stuffed with two you couldn’t move! I know it’s not QUITE your birthday, but, well, close enough,” he teases. “Almost a pity I won’t be staying.” He relaxes, letting the acids wash over his back, dripping into the pool at the bottom of the stomach. They tingled, of course, and promised him much more if he was so rash as to stay- he’d felt the bulges of other predators he’d worked with before, feeling their meals soften with time, growing smaller, sometimes still awake to the end. How could he not have wondered what it felt like? Well- someday he’d likely find out. He was proud of how well Naji was adapting to becoming a predator as she was manifestly meant to be- Johan never pried about her past life, but her inability to fight, her being up on the surface as a de facto exile, he didn’t need to. Teaching her how to defend herself, and how to capture and hold live prey, that was one of his gifts to his talented quartermaster. This was merely the next step in Johan’s patient education of her- after tonight, her stomach would ‘know’ how to digest a live meal when it stayed inside her long enough, experience it had never had.
Johan had his own memories of their first time together. There’d been a unit banquet, he’d flirted with the strange, pretty drow in his own way as he had with everyone, they’d headed back to her tent, and one thing simply… led to another. They’d had sex, and then in the lazy afterglow, arrogant as ever, he’d teased her with a hand in her mouth until she finally gulped him down. He let her gloat for a minute or so, saying the most romantic things, until he pushed his way out of the surprised drow with hardly any effort- and since then, the romance and unattainability of Johan as a meal had been the two odd engines of their steady relationship.
Redirecting his attention to Drodjee, he rides out the spirited orc’s attempts to roll on top of him. Pressed naked into her back, skin to skin with Naji’s juices forming a lubricant that squelched when they moved past each other, Johan can feel the orc’s muscles under him with such precision that he knows when the orc is going to make a move almost before she does. He keeps hold of her and enjoys the feeling of sharing a stomach in the wet heat, feeling his member start to recover from his early passionate interlude with a drider given all the new stimulation. Again resting his head on Drodjee’s shoulder, he rides out the flurry of movement. “Mmm. Probably not,” he says. “But it would have just meant you took up someone else’s stomach immediately, while here you get to contribute to my lover’s education and curves- I think that’s a charitable act that might get you a little extra favor with your gods, don’t you?” He keeps his voice pitched low so that Naji can’t quite hear his side of the byplay. A sharp tug almost upsets his balance, but not quite. Laughing, “You had your choice. First time’s free- second time, you have to ask politely, my dear orc. I am happy that you know you’re food, though.” He dunks her head under the pool, letting her get a faceful of the thick, goopy liquid before letting her rise up into the fetid air. With one hand, he continues to reach around the orc’s shoulder, grabbing and gently caressing one of the smooth green breasts, but the other… “But here, a little taste before you go-” He presses his other hand into Drodjee’s gasping mouth, filling it and forestalling her next retort with his hand- and soon enough, with a quick tug, his wrist as fingers push into the top of her throat. She’s too weak to pull him in more than that, though she tries with the tastes of acid and Johan mixed on her tongue.
“The end?” Johan calls out, “Hardly. Just consoling your dinner. But it is rather cramped in here. As much as I know I’d make you look better, I’ll happily make the sacrifice of Drodjee to your curves so that I can keep admiring them from the out...side...” he trails off, aware that Naji herself has paused. He doesn’t know quite why, yet. But when Cyria starts to stroke Johan through the bulge, he moans. The hands felt different enough that he could tell the difference. “Cyria! Such a surprise!” He says, his voice catching. “I’m honored that you’d help her out- it won’t be enough unless you sat on her chest to physically block me from escaping, though, howevermuch my lover likes to boast. But please, amuse yourself!” And soon enough, he feels Naji tense up and start to moan- the slight imprint of a kiss heading downwards, Johan feels just as well as the drow. “Ahhhh,” he says, knowingly.
Still letting Drodjee nibble on his hand, Johan lets himself give in just a little to the pleasure, as the drow’s body temperature rises around him with the first flush of passion. Better than anyone, he knows Naji’s tender spots, and using his body and hips he rubs Drodjee’s face and body into them while pushing back against hands and Cyria’s probing from the outside. That he’s also using the same motions to rub himself against the orc could probably be guessed, though Johan doesn’t make a sound as he daringly uses caustic acids for a lube. The acids rise, coating him thoroughly with a deeper tingling, but this close to a climax he dares a little longer. A slight tensing, a sudden spasm, and the slimy pool around Drodjee’s hands and knees receives a little addition of human ‘juices’. Then, Johan relaxes, letting the stomach tease and knead him even more as the tingling starts to become a faint burn. And then… “There we go. Our dear orc’s satisfied at last,” he crows. “Now, let’s see-”
Very suddenly, one hand jams through the sphincter into Naji’s throat, pressing up and outward for resistance; it’s joined by the other, which widen and physically hold the drow’s throat open. Mashing Drodjee deeper into the pool, he sidles up her slippery back, waddling to get his head into the sphincter. Though he can feel the throat clenching around him as Naji tries to keep both of her meals, Johan knows her throat’s rhythms quite well- his head crowns through, followed by his shoulders, and then he spends the remainder of the time shoving himself upwards. After a minute or so of patient, irresistable climbing, first one arm and then another emerges slightly reddened and shiny from Naji’s mouth- clinging to her jaw for leverage as Johan pulls, head and chest emerging to scrape over the drow’s tongue to give her a second shot of human flavor. There, seeing Cyria, Johan grins- “Told you. No need to help, I’ll be right on out of here in just a minute longer- dear, your stomach’s getting nicely talented, but your throat still needs work before it’ll be strong enough to keep me,” he chides with a grin.
((First roll was a 2, the second an 18; first doesn’t escape with his +9 bonus, but the second one does even with the probable 2/3 HP penalty from another round of digestion, so with Cass’s OK I wrote all the way to escape. :3))
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Re: Bound by Fate (Pathfinder)(Closed)
by Jermayan » Wed Dec 13, 2017 3:14 am
Continuing to gently stroke and pat down the globe of flesh in front of her, Cyria takes comfort in the increasingly pleased-sounding noises coming from Naji as her efforts are obviously being appreciated. Sliding her hands down to the edges of her waistband, Cyria gives Naji an especially deep kiss to provide a bit of distraction while she starts to ease the drow’s pants further down her legs. Stopping before she completely removes them, Cyria shifts her hands back up to her belly, giving it a double-armed hug as she rests atop the shifting forms within. At the same time, she slides a foreleg up between Naji’s legs and snagging her pants, pulling them down the rest of the way.
Slowly pushing her legs apart, Cyria snakes another series of kisses down Naji’s front, but this time with the impediment gone, she continues until she reaches her goal. Planting one last kiss on the drow’s nethers, Cyria fully presses up against her groin and starts to lap away, her tongue going to work methodically. Given the state that Naji was already in, it probably wouldn’t take too much to set her off.
Johan’s sudden decision to extricate himself from his confinement earns a note of mock displeasure from Cyria as her moment with Naji was interrupted. Looking up as he starts to push himself out of her stomach and throat, she just shakes her head at him. “Hmph. So inconsiderate, leaving your friend all alone down there. Don’t you think she’d enjoy your company? And besides, we’d finally get to see just how much you’d add to Naji’s bust.”
Slowly pushing her legs apart, Cyria snakes another series of kisses down Naji’s front, but this time with the impediment gone, she continues until she reaches her goal. Planting one last kiss on the drow’s nethers, Cyria fully presses up against her groin and starts to lap away, her tongue going to work methodically. Given the state that Naji was already in, it probably wouldn’t take too much to set her off.
Johan’s sudden decision to extricate himself from his confinement earns a note of mock displeasure from Cyria as her moment with Naji was interrupted. Looking up as he starts to push himself out of her stomach and throat, she just shakes her head at him. “Hmph. So inconsiderate, leaving your friend all alone down there. Don’t you think she’d enjoy your company? And besides, we’d finally get to see just how much you’d add to Naji’s bust.”
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Re: Bound by Fate (Pathfinder)(Closed)
by sansuki » Wed Dec 13, 2017 8:32 pm
Johan, not the least put out despite having a face coated with drow digestive acids, he grins. "If she REALLY wanted me, she'd have been able to keep a hold of me, wouldn't she?" The mercenary laughs, getting a handhold on Naji's shoulder and squelching a few inches free. "Besides, as much as I'd adore becoming a permanent resident of our lovely quartermaster, how could I be so rude as to deny uncounted men and women the chance to taste me in the future? It'd be downright uncivilized," he teases in return. "Besides, if she ate two people at once for her first meal, she'd forever be spoiled. This way, only digesting Drodjee, she has her first multi-digestion to look forward to! Anyway, where did Sasara get to- oOoooohh," he drawls, getting his head free enough to see Cyria's significantly larger torso. "Such a lucky snake- and a lucky Cyria, too."
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Re: Bound by Fate (Pathfinder)(Closed)
by CassyInko » Sat Dec 23, 2017 4:43 pm
((Taking a small break from this until the Thursday after christmas! ^_^
Have a WONDERFUL holiday everyone! ))
Have a WONDERFUL holiday everyone!
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Re: Bound by Fate (Pathfinder)(Closed)
by sansuki » Sun Dec 31, 2017 7:20 pm
His shoulders and chest just barely out of Naji's mouth, gleaming with drow juices, something in Johan's eyes twinkles as he looks from Cyria's swollen abdomen up to her face. "You know," he says, still slowly working himself free, "If you were to just get a good grip on my shoulders and push me back down and make sure I stayed there, you'd probably have Naji here as a lifelong best friend," the mercenary lilts, teasing inflection in his voice. "Think about it- having the quartermaster adore you that much for feeding her boyfriend to her? You'd ALWAYS have the best gear in the entire company, and probably mysteriously get a little more than your usual share of the gear..." He laughs. "Just saying, in your position? I'd think hard about it before backing away," he says with a wink. Not that he WANTED to be digested by Naji, but he couldn't stop himself from teasing Cyria and Naji about it if he tried. Especially since his lower body was firmly held in Naji's throat, and he could feel the way she tensed up at his discussion of just what rewards the drider could reap with a well-timed push of betrayal.
((I teased myself into posting this. XD
Edit: Johan rolled a 7 on level up, gaining a total of 9 HP.))
((I teased myself into posting this. XD
Edit: Johan rolled a 7 on level up, gaining a total of 9 HP.))
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Re: Bound by Fate (Pathfinder)(Closed)
by CassyInko » Sat Jan 06, 2018 3:46 pm
((I hope everyone had a wonderful Holiday and a great new year! ^_^ With the holidays finally past us, will be getting back into this with alot of energy! Got two new people joining us when these scenes are all finished up, and with the majority of the IRL stuff holding me back slacking off for now, I've got much more 'oomph' to dedicate to this again!
So, we're going to start with....
A MASS UPDATE!!! >:3 I'm working on the final part of said update now, so stay tuned! Shall be coming up later today, soon as I finish up! ^_^ ))
Got two new people joining us when these scenes are all finished up, and with the majority of the IRL stuff holding me back slacking off for now, I've got much more 'oomph' to dedicate to this again! So, we're going to start with....
A MASS UPDATE!!! >:3 I'm working on the final part of said update now, so stay tuned! Shall be coming up later today, soon as I finish up! ^_^ ))
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Re: Bound by Fate (Pathfinder)(Closed)
by CassyInko » Sat Jan 06, 2018 6:41 pm
Room 104
Running her tongue over her lips, Tami gathers up the last little hints of Lea's flavor, savoring it before a final swallow sent to down her throat, eliciting a deep moan of utter delight from the small catgirl's mouth. Ugh. This...this was perfect, beyond anything she could have ever imagined. The heavenly weight of her late-night dinner felt like a ball of lead in her stomach, and yet there was not a single other feeling that could have made her happier. The tingling of a second orgasm that spread throughout her extremities and made her thighs feel weak was just icing on top of the cake, and the catgirl maid just takes a few seconds to revel in the altogether foreign sensations. Eating someone was a rarity in and of itself, but to eat someone larger than herself, someone so utterly filling that she could not have forced in so much as a cracker without feeling like she would burst? It was far beyond anything the little maid could have ever dreamed of, and - eyes closed in silent delight - she allows her hands to roam across her tightly-stretched tummy, fingers trailing across the tight outlines of her food entrapped within. It was such a heavenly feeling, and even stranger...Lea was still moving around inside, not trying to get out of her predicament...but to pull herself in a little more completely, to ensure she was fully entrapped in the tight, fleshy confines of Tami's tiny little belly. It was erotic in the extreme, and the small maid's more dominating side (a side she, admittedly, never got to utilize), practically boiled to the surface, making her entire body tingle with constant predatory pleasure. Holding back a moan, Tami murmurs in a voice just barely loud enough for Lea to hear "Mmm...there's a good girl. Looks like we both have a long night ahead of us, hmm?"
'Nnf...' Gritting her teeth in effort, Tami made an effort to get a foot beneath herself, trying to rise to her feet - it would be no good to just sprawl out in the middle of the floor to enjoy her meal, no matter how much that was what she FELT like doing. A nice, comfy bed perhaps...or even sneaking off somewhere a little more quiet, like one of the storage rooms. The cellar was rarely used, save for when someone ordered an especially spendy bottle of wine, which meant she'd not be interrupted until her food was a little more...manageable. For a few seconds, she simply strains to get back to her feet, eventually giving up when she hardly manages to move, much less actually get a foot under her. Biting her lower lip, Tami glances down at her stomach again, trailing her fingertips over it and surpressing a shudder. It was not surprising - Lea was not only larger than her, but weighed more too...and yet, she felt so...GOOD in there. Yes - even if she had to spend the night on the floor, there was no way she was going to give up her dinner.
Again, Tami reaches up, this time grabbing the baseboard...and with all the effort she can muster, pulls herself up enough to get her feet under her. Legs shaking, the catgirl maid pulls herself entirely upright....then just collapses sideways onto the bed, what had once been Lea's own "Mmmmmmffff.....that's much better."
Lea can immediately feel the shift in gravity, the catgirl's quivering body as she gets to her feet, and then the sudden sideways shift as she just...flops over, presumably onto the bed that Lea had been staying in just the night before. A little more shifting, and she finally seems to get comfortable, and amidst the heavy, exciting beating of her heart and the soft, almost lewd gurgles that rise in a protesting cacophony around her body, Lea can hear a sigh of utter bliss from the little catgirl maid as she curls up happily around her full stomach. Though deprived of sight in the blackness of Tami's stomach, Lea's other senses immediately begin to pick up the slack. The scent of acid that was just starting to fill the over-stretched girl's tummy, thin trickles of the stuff dribbling from somewhere above her over her side, making her skin lightly tingle. The ever-present gurgles and groans of the stomach around her as it tries desperately to start processing the enormous meal that had been offered to it, mingling with the sound of her saliva-drenched body squishing and squelching against the slimy inner walls of the little catgirl's stomach. Yet, the one thing that drew attention over all of it, was the feeling of the stomach itself. It felt so incredibly tight around her, as if stretched to it's absolute capacity, to the point that even the little 'squeezing' of those stomach muscles felt weak, unable to work with the incredible amount of food that it had to deal with. Yet, she could still FEEL them, lightly squeezing her from every angle, squishing that velvety-soft flesh against her body in constant, gentle caresses that almost hid the sinister fact that ,even now, the little catgirl's stomach was trying to digest her.
Ears perking at Lea's own little quip, Tami just grinned, her fingers stroking her bulging midsection as she settled herself down comfortably on the bed "Only just met? What better time to get you fully acquainted with my body, then? By this time tomorrow, you'll have a rather...intimate relationship with every part of my tummy....and, by then, likely my butt, too." A soft little laugh rises in the maid's throat, her eyes dreamily slipping shut as she just revels in the sensations "...Mmm...I must admit..." Nestling her head down fully against what had once been Lea's pillow, Tami exhales a little sigh of pleasure, her fingertips lightly roaming across her distended stomach "...This is the happiest I've been in a long, long time. I never get to do this, and there's strict rules against it. Of course...if noone finds out..." Finding Lea's head in her bulging midsection, Tami gives it a little rub, as if 'petting' her through the tight fur and flesh of her stomach "....You'll be much more managable tomorrow. I'll just have to hide out somewhere while you digest. Maybe the-mmmph?!" A sudden, soft cry of shock escapes the catgirl's mouth when Lea's hand presses downwards, right against the top of her sex, even through her stomach "Oh...Ohhh....my..." She whimpers softly, her tail lashing back and forth as yet another wave of pleasure begins to trickle through her body. It was too much - being so utterly full, and yet still having her food trying to pleasure her from within, those hands rubbing against her insides, her little squirms...
"Ah...naughty girl.." Tami whispers, barely loud enough for Lea to hear amidst the soft churns and gurgles of her over-stretched stomach, though the gentle moan that emits from the maid's throat thereafter is far more easy to hear "...Almost...a shame...Mmmfff..." Her thighs stretch outwards as her food teases at her even through the walls of her stomach, sending another little white-hot spike of pleasure dancing up her spine, making her tail dance on the bed "...That this will be over....mmm...though you can bet...AH!...that I am going to enjoy the feeling of you...squeezing out of by lovely little butt tomorrow...every bit as much. Mmf...that very same butt...you were so very interested in..." Biting her lower lip, Tami eases herself over onto her back, moaning gently as Tami's weight comes to rest entirely upon her. She felt so wondrously full...it was perfect "...Mmm...we'll get you...MUCH more acquainted with it...Huff...I can hardly wait...!" From outside, Lea can once more feel Tami's hands caressing her, rubbing over her as the stomach around her slowly started to get used to being so full. More and more, she can feel the steady dribble of acid trickling across her bare skin, making it tingle pleasantly - though it would be some time before that tingle turned into a burn.
Running her tongue over her lips, Tami gathers up the last little hints of Lea's flavor, savoring it before a final swallow sent to down her throat, eliciting a deep moan of utter delight from the small catgirl's mouth. Ugh. This...this was perfect, beyond anything she could have ever imagined. The heavenly weight of her late-night dinner felt like a ball of lead in her stomach, and yet there was not a single other feeling that could have made her happier. The tingling of a second orgasm that spread throughout her extremities and made her thighs feel weak was just icing on top of the cake, and the catgirl maid just takes a few seconds to revel in the altogether foreign sensations. Eating someone was a rarity in and of itself, but to eat someone larger than herself, someone so utterly filling that she could not have forced in so much as a cracker without feeling like she would burst? It was far beyond anything the little maid could have ever dreamed of, and - eyes closed in silent delight - she allows her hands to roam across her tightly-stretched tummy, fingers trailing across the tight outlines of her food entrapped within. It was such a heavenly feeling, and even stranger...Lea was still moving around inside, not trying to get out of her predicament...but to pull herself in a little more completely, to ensure she was fully entrapped in the tight, fleshy confines of Tami's tiny little belly. It was erotic in the extreme, and the small maid's more dominating side (a side she, admittedly, never got to utilize), practically boiled to the surface, making her entire body tingle with constant predatory pleasure. Holding back a moan, Tami murmurs in a voice just barely loud enough for Lea to hear "Mmm...there's a good girl. Looks like we both have a long night ahead of us, hmm?"
'Nnf...' Gritting her teeth in effort, Tami made an effort to get a foot beneath herself, trying to rise to her feet - it would be no good to just sprawl out in the middle of the floor to enjoy her meal, no matter how much that was what she FELT like doing. A nice, comfy bed perhaps...or even sneaking off somewhere a little more quiet, like one of the storage rooms. The cellar was rarely used, save for when someone ordered an especially spendy bottle of wine, which meant she'd not be interrupted until her food was a little more...manageable. For a few seconds, she simply strains to get back to her feet, eventually giving up when she hardly manages to move, much less actually get a foot under her. Biting her lower lip, Tami glances down at her stomach again, trailing her fingertips over it and surpressing a shudder. It was not surprising - Lea was not only larger than her, but weighed more too...and yet, she felt so...GOOD in there. Yes - even if she had to spend the night on the floor, there was no way she was going to give up her dinner.
Again, Tami reaches up, this time grabbing the baseboard...and with all the effort she can muster, pulls herself up enough to get her feet under her. Legs shaking, the catgirl maid pulls herself entirely upright....then just collapses sideways onto the bed, what had once been Lea's own "Mmmmmmffff.....that's much better."
Lea can immediately feel the shift in gravity, the catgirl's quivering body as she gets to her feet, and then the sudden sideways shift as she just...flops over, presumably onto the bed that Lea had been staying in just the night before. A little more shifting, and she finally seems to get comfortable, and amidst the heavy, exciting beating of her heart and the soft, almost lewd gurgles that rise in a protesting cacophony around her body, Lea can hear a sigh of utter bliss from the little catgirl maid as she curls up happily around her full stomach. Though deprived of sight in the blackness of Tami's stomach, Lea's other senses immediately begin to pick up the slack. The scent of acid that was just starting to fill the over-stretched girl's tummy, thin trickles of the stuff dribbling from somewhere above her over her side, making her skin lightly tingle. The ever-present gurgles and groans of the stomach around her as it tries desperately to start processing the enormous meal that had been offered to it, mingling with the sound of her saliva-drenched body squishing and squelching against the slimy inner walls of the little catgirl's stomach. Yet, the one thing that drew attention over all of it, was the feeling of the stomach itself. It felt so incredibly tight around her, as if stretched to it's absolute capacity, to the point that even the little 'squeezing' of those stomach muscles felt weak, unable to work with the incredible amount of food that it had to deal with. Yet, she could still FEEL them, lightly squeezing her from every angle, squishing that velvety-soft flesh against her body in constant, gentle caresses that almost hid the sinister fact that ,even now, the little catgirl's stomach was trying to digest her.
Ears perking at Lea's own little quip, Tami just grinned, her fingers stroking her bulging midsection as she settled herself down comfortably on the bed "Only just met? What better time to get you fully acquainted with my body, then? By this time tomorrow, you'll have a rather...intimate relationship with every part of my tummy....and, by then, likely my butt, too." A soft little laugh rises in the maid's throat, her eyes dreamily slipping shut as she just revels in the sensations "...Mmm...I must admit..." Nestling her head down fully against what had once been Lea's pillow, Tami exhales a little sigh of pleasure, her fingertips lightly roaming across her distended stomach "...This is the happiest I've been in a long, long time. I never get to do this, and there's strict rules against it. Of course...if noone finds out..." Finding Lea's head in her bulging midsection, Tami gives it a little rub, as if 'petting' her through the tight fur and flesh of her stomach "....You'll be much more managable tomorrow. I'll just have to hide out somewhere while you digest. Maybe the-mmmph?!" A sudden, soft cry of shock escapes the catgirl's mouth when Lea's hand presses downwards, right against the top of her sex, even through her stomach "Oh...Ohhh....my..." She whimpers softly, her tail lashing back and forth as yet another wave of pleasure begins to trickle through her body. It was too much - being so utterly full, and yet still having her food trying to pleasure her from within, those hands rubbing against her insides, her little squirms...
"Ah...naughty girl.." Tami whispers, barely loud enough for Lea to hear amidst the soft churns and gurgles of her over-stretched stomach, though the gentle moan that emits from the maid's throat thereafter is far more easy to hear "...Almost...a shame...Mmmfff..." Her thighs stretch outwards as her food teases at her even through the walls of her stomach, sending another little white-hot spike of pleasure dancing up her spine, making her tail dance on the bed "...That this will be over....mmm...though you can bet...AH!...that I am going to enjoy the feeling of you...squeezing out of by lovely little butt tomorrow...every bit as much. Mmf...that very same butt...you were so very interested in..." Biting her lower lip, Tami eases herself over onto her back, moaning gently as Tami's weight comes to rest entirely upon her. She felt so wondrously full...it was perfect "...Mmm...we'll get you...MUCH more acquainted with it...Huff...I can hardly wait...!" From outside, Lea can once more feel Tami's hands caressing her, rubbing over her as the stomach around her slowly started to get used to being so full. More and more, she can feel the steady dribble of acid trickling across her bare skin, making it tingle pleasantly - though it would be some time before that tingle turned into a burn.
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Re: Bound by Fate (Pathfinder)(Closed)
by CassyInko » Sat Jan 06, 2018 7:31 pm
Tina and Alura
Tina's entire body trembles against Alura as the throes of that first powerful orgasm slowly begins to subside, the young girl's arms clutched around her tightly as she twitches and squirms time and time again "Mmmff...!" Is all Tina seems to be able to respond with, and it's not until Alura pulls back and presses her lips against Tina's own that the barmaid finally seems to regain some measure of her senses, kissing back with surprising intensity. Her lips felt so amazingly soft, every bit as soft as the rest of her body, and as the throes of pleasure entirely overtake her, she holds nothing back, kissing with the intensity one might expect from a long-lost lover rather than a girl who'd never experienced such a thing before. Her breasts felt so soft and warm against Alura's own chest, and even now, the fairy could feel her stiffened nipples pressing into her, only further adding to the sensation of a 'job well done'.
"Mmf...Mmmm..." Tina exhales against Alura's lips, her arms clutching her tightly as she only just begins to calm down from her orgasm, though her body continues to tremble as the after-effects of the fairy's tongue against her nethers continues to roll through her, leaving her entire body tingling and sensitive. It's only after a few seconds of kissing Alura that she finally pulls back, her cheeks so red from embarrassment it looked like she might practically burst "O-oh my. S-sorry. I dunno what came over me. Ive..." Swallowing hard, Tina's beautiful, emerald eyes meet Alura's own, a mixture of concealed lust and pleasure - and more than a little embarrassment - making them sparkle like gems " N-never...experienced that before. Not fr-from...someone else. That was...incredible." Slowly, Tina releases her newfound lover from her tight embrace, though her eyes remain locked upon the fae's own "I've...never felt like that before. I felt like I couldn't even control myself. My legs felt like jelly..." Running her tongue along her lips - sampling not only the fairy's flavor, but the lingering taste of her own - Tina's blush seems to further deepen "T-that was...amazing."
When Alura makes mention of her 'meal', Tina's eyes widen "O-oh. I..." The barmaid could not have been any cuter. The blush of embarrassment that filled her cheeks, the nervousness evident in her eyes, and yet she practically seemed to GLOW in satisfaction at the orgasm that Alura had offered as a 'pre-meal treat' "...I...do want to try. Are you sure you'll be okay? I...really don't know how to do this. Or even how to bring you back up once I do..." Swallowing hard, Tina gazes intently into Alura's eyes, still chewing on her bottom lip "B-but if you're sure...I...really want to try it. You'll just have to um...t-teach me." Finally casting her eyes downwards, Tina murmurs "And I can't really look at you as food. You're doing this for me. You're...more than food. I see what you mean, though..."
With a deep breath, Tina seems to steel herself, her eyes once more returning to Alura's own "If you're sure...I'll try this without you changing anything, first! You might need to shrink, but...I don't know! I don't want you to cover in chocolate or anything, either...I want to taste nothing but you. Nothing but t-the..." Her voice finally cracks, and that blush seems to deepen once more, though her eyes remain focused on Alura's own "...t-taste of your skin, and the feeling of you sliding down my throat. Oh gods, are we actually doing this..." A hint of excitement creeps into the girl's voice once more, and she nervously run her tongue across her lips, letting her eyes slowly trail downwards along Alura's body "I've...wanted to try this for so long, but I was so scared I might hurt someone, and n-now...I'm going to do it. I've only dreamed of it, and yet..." Once more pressing forwards, Tina wraps her arms around Alura in a tight hug. Her body felt so incredibly warm, further heated by her own arousal, and her skin felt so amazingly soft to the touch, so pleasant "Thank you. For everything."
"A-and there will be a next time!" She states with renewed conviction, offering one final squeeze before releasing her newfound fairy friend "I doubt my tummy could digest you if it even wanted to. I don't even know if you will fit yet. It seems like so much..." Absentmindedly, she runs her hand across her bare stomach, which utters a little 'grrrwl' of excitement, making her flinch "Oh g-gods. How embarrassing. My tummy seems as excited as I do...maybe, um..." Gazing downwards at Alura's hands, Tina finally smiles faintly, her voice dropping to barely more than a whisper "Your hands are the smallest...maybe we start there? Will be easy to pull them out if I can't do it. Now um...how do I do this? Just...put your hands in my mouth and start to swallow? I've never not chewed food before, can I even..." Shaking her head to rid herself of all the 'second guessing' thoughts that were starting to surface, Tina looks Alura in the eyes "...You do it. Show me how, and I'll do what you say. Okay...?"
With one last lick of her lips, as if readying herself what was to come, Tina slowly begins to open up her mouth. Much like the rest of her, it seemed cute, as 'non-threatening' as one could ever imagine. Her lips looked so incredibly soft, and the teeth just beyond them were blunted and unintimidating, exactly as any other human's. Just beyond, her little pink tongue rested against the bottom of her mouth, though the pinkness of her inner-cheeks looked almost bright in comparison. Just beyond, the inky blackness of her throat lay, a throat that had never seen anything more intimidating than a sandwich...and now was seemingly preparing to undertake the enormous task of swallowing a fairy. Alura could see it all in Tina's eyes as her mouth slowly opened expectantly - nervousness at what she was about to do, passion, the faint hints of uncertainty as though she might simply not be able to manage at all...and there over it all, a sort of excitement that made her eyes practically sparkle, eager and ready for the opportunity she was being given.
Tina's entire body trembles against Alura as the throes of that first powerful orgasm slowly begins to subside, the young girl's arms clutched around her tightly as she twitches and squirms time and time again "Mmmff...!" Is all Tina seems to be able to respond with, and it's not until Alura pulls back and presses her lips against Tina's own that the barmaid finally seems to regain some measure of her senses, kissing back with surprising intensity. Her lips felt so amazingly soft, every bit as soft as the rest of her body, and as the throes of pleasure entirely overtake her, she holds nothing back, kissing with the intensity one might expect from a long-lost lover rather than a girl who'd never experienced such a thing before. Her breasts felt so soft and warm against Alura's own chest, and even now, the fairy could feel her stiffened nipples pressing into her, only further adding to the sensation of a 'job well done'.
"Mmf...Mmmm..." Tina exhales against Alura's lips, her arms clutching her tightly as she only just begins to calm down from her orgasm, though her body continues to tremble as the after-effects of the fairy's tongue against her nethers continues to roll through her, leaving her entire body tingling and sensitive. It's only after a few seconds of kissing Alura that she finally pulls back, her cheeks so red from embarrassment it looked like she might practically burst "O-oh my. S-sorry. I dunno what came over me. Ive..." Swallowing hard, Tina's beautiful, emerald eyes meet Alura's own, a mixture of concealed lust and pleasure - and more than a little embarrassment - making them sparkle like gems " N-never...experienced that before. Not fr-from...someone else. That was...incredible." Slowly, Tina releases her newfound lover from her tight embrace, though her eyes remain locked upon the fae's own "I've...never felt like that before. I felt like I couldn't even control myself. My legs felt like jelly..." Running her tongue along her lips - sampling not only the fairy's flavor, but the lingering taste of her own - Tina's blush seems to further deepen "T-that was...amazing."
When Alura makes mention of her 'meal', Tina's eyes widen "O-oh. I..." The barmaid could not have been any cuter. The blush of embarrassment that filled her cheeks, the nervousness evident in her eyes, and yet she practically seemed to GLOW in satisfaction at the orgasm that Alura had offered as a 'pre-meal treat' "...I...do want to try. Are you sure you'll be okay? I...really don't know how to do this. Or even how to bring you back up once I do..." Swallowing hard, Tina gazes intently into Alura's eyes, still chewing on her bottom lip "B-but if you're sure...I...really want to try it. You'll just have to um...t-teach me." Finally casting her eyes downwards, Tina murmurs "And I can't really look at you as food. You're doing this for me. You're...more than food. I see what you mean, though..."
With a deep breath, Tina seems to steel herself, her eyes once more returning to Alura's own "If you're sure...I'll try this without you changing anything, first! You might need to shrink, but...I don't know! I don't want you to cover in chocolate or anything, either...I want to taste nothing but you. Nothing but t-the..." Her voice finally cracks, and that blush seems to deepen once more, though her eyes remain focused on Alura's own "...t-taste of your skin, and the feeling of you sliding down my throat. Oh gods, are we actually doing this..." A hint of excitement creeps into the girl's voice once more, and she nervously run her tongue across her lips, letting her eyes slowly trail downwards along Alura's body "I've...wanted to try this for so long, but I was so scared I might hurt someone, and n-now...I'm going to do it. I've only dreamed of it, and yet..." Once more pressing forwards, Tina wraps her arms around Alura in a tight hug. Her body felt so incredibly warm, further heated by her own arousal, and her skin felt so amazingly soft to the touch, so pleasant "Thank you. For everything."
"A-and there will be a next time!" She states with renewed conviction, offering one final squeeze before releasing her newfound fairy friend "I doubt my tummy could digest you if it even wanted to. I don't even know if you will fit yet. It seems like so much..." Absentmindedly, she runs her hand across her bare stomach, which utters a little 'grrrwl' of excitement, making her flinch "Oh g-gods. How embarrassing. My tummy seems as excited as I do...maybe, um..." Gazing downwards at Alura's hands, Tina finally smiles faintly, her voice dropping to barely more than a whisper "Your hands are the smallest...maybe we start there? Will be easy to pull them out if I can't do it. Now um...how do I do this? Just...put your hands in my mouth and start to swallow? I've never not chewed food before, can I even..." Shaking her head to rid herself of all the 'second guessing' thoughts that were starting to surface, Tina looks Alura in the eyes "...You do it. Show me how, and I'll do what you say. Okay...?"
With one last lick of her lips, as if readying herself what was to come, Tina slowly begins to open up her mouth. Much like the rest of her, it seemed cute, as 'non-threatening' as one could ever imagine. Her lips looked so incredibly soft, and the teeth just beyond them were blunted and unintimidating, exactly as any other human's. Just beyond, her little pink tongue rested against the bottom of her mouth, though the pinkness of her inner-cheeks looked almost bright in comparison. Just beyond, the inky blackness of her throat lay, a throat that had never seen anything more intimidating than a sandwich...and now was seemingly preparing to undertake the enormous task of swallowing a fairy. Alura could see it all in Tina's eyes as her mouth slowly opened expectantly - nervousness at what she was about to do, passion, the faint hints of uncertainty as though she might simply not be able to manage at all...and there over it all, a sort of excitement that made her eyes practically sparkle, eager and ready for the opportunity she was being given.
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Re: Bound by Fate (Pathfinder)(Closed)
by CassyInko » Sat Jan 06, 2018 10:33 pm
(( With Johan's escape, I decided not to roll damage! Unless he is re-ingested, it won't matter! Aaaaand...Naji failed at her attempt, albeit barely! XD SO! With that, onwards to post!))
The Suite (Naji, Johan, Cyria)
A sharp cry of anger comes from the entrapped orc as Johan further teases and taunts her. Despite her best efforts at dragging him beneath her, or at least getting a GRIP on him, he manages to avoid every little grasp, only further pressing her face into the murky, acidic bath that had slowly started to form in the 'bottom' of Naji's stomach. 'Bottom' was interchangable, it seemed, as whatever way the drow chose to lay, the acids inevitably sloshed to the grip of gravity, which currently...was the 'back' of the drow's belly. To Johan, though, the orientation hardly mattered - he'd gotten out of positions like this before, and even in the uncompromisingly tight depths of the drow's stomach, he could tell which way was 'down', and which way was 'up'. Given the odds of getting out of Naji by going 'down' were slim to nonexistant(more than likely, he'd end up getting stuck in her intestines somewhere and digested like that, regardless of her own experience, and in part due to it) 'up' was the only viable method, and the slimy, acid-coated orc provided the perfect stepping stone in beginning his upwards journey.
"Nnnfff...Cyria, that's..." Naji begins as the drider's kisses started to slowly trail downwards across her over-full stomach, but whatever minor protest she was going to voice is silenced by a soft, pleasure-filled moan as the drider's lips draw ever-closer to her most private of areas. She'd honestly hardly been paying attention to the slow but steady tugs on her pants, pulling them downwards, but as she felt the hot, pleasant breath of the big spider against her nethers, Naji's blood suddenly ran red-hot "This..." She whispers, her toes curling in excitement that suddenly comes bubbling forth in a soft, sharp cry of pleasure when Cyria's tongue takes it's first little taste of her sex "Ahh! Mm!"
This was it. It was pretty well the crowning moment in her life, and something she'd wanted for so long - a stomach full of something of SUBSTANCE, and a lover eagerly and tenderly tending to her sex as her food slowly but surely softened inside of her full belly. Though her pride might never had allowed her to admit it, in that single moment, Naji felt like a queen, and that only made her heart hammer ever-faster in her chest. It was already too much - the stimulation of a full stomach was incredibly arousing in and of itself, and the sensation of Cyria's tongue lapping so eagerly at her sex sent white-hot spikes of pleasure shooting through her body, clouding her mind with nothing but sheer pleasure. All at once, the stresses of being a quartermaster, the inadequacies of her fighting abilities, were stripped away and replaced by nothing but the haze of absolute pleasure and accomplishment, a moment of perfection that made her body ache for release, for the orgasm that was fast-approaching, brought on by--
"E...erk?! Haaack! Glrp-" Just as she begins to verge on her orgasm, the sensation of her stomach lurching brings her back to the present, and she feels something moving in the clear opposite way of the way it is supposed to be moving. With a strangled cry, Naji begins "Jo-han...don't glrrp...you dare...!" And in just that moment, her speech is cut off in a hack as the bulge of Johan's head once more appears in her throat, surging upwards until it appears in her suddenly-open mouth, utilizing her jaw for leverage. He was absolutely doused in digested acids despite his relatively short stay inside the drow's stomach, a little hint at just how eager her belly was to start digesting such a large meal, something it was very, very unused to. Reaching upwards, Naji does the first thing that comes to mind - place a hand against Johan's head and start trying to push him back in, though despite her best efforts, it looks like - at least for the moment - she was unable, be it because her stomach was already full, or simply because her attention was drawn between coughing up part of her dinner, and having her sex dutifully licked by the drider, so close to the edge of an orgasm that had been briefly interrupted by Johan's 'arrival'.
Cyria finds the drow - before Johan's 'appearance' at least - all too embracing of the idea of having that tongue tending to her nethers. Within a matter of seconds, one of her thighs is already draped over Cyria's shoulder, and already she could feel that thigh starting to tighten against her, drawing her closer insistently even as her tongue darted across those delicate lips nestled between Naji's thighs, flooding her mouth with the tart, enjoyable taste of the drow's lust. It was not only invigorating to bring so much pleasure to the little drow quartermaster, but Cyria, herself, was far from understimulated. The lizardess in her stomach seemed to have finally calmed down, and though she could weakly feel small movements coming from inside, it looked like she'd finally utilized the very last of her energy, her protests reduced to little more than little pushes against the slimy walls of Cyria's belly, or the occasional twitch of her tail. Within another hour or two, her stomach would likely deal with the lizardess completely, and then it was only a matter of sending her along to her intestines - odds were high that she'd still feel quite full come the following morning, especially with Sasara herself filling out her lower section. The naga seemed insatiable, and despite being well-trapped, she continued to squirm, her body coiling and uncoiling as she no doubt went about further pleasuring herself in the dark depths of the drider's body. For a moment, Cyria can feel the tell-tale sensation of Sasara rubbing her breasts against the slimy walls of her interior, her body suddenly growing still...and then erupting into squirms that were no doubt a second orgasm, her powerful body stretching in every direction and further stretching Cyria's underbelly to the point it almost felt too full - and it felt amazing.
((Naji tried to reswallow Johan, but failed. Barely! But enough! ))
The Suite (Naji, Johan, Cyria)
A sharp cry of anger comes from the entrapped orc as Johan further teases and taunts her. Despite her best efforts at dragging him beneath her, or at least getting a GRIP on him, he manages to avoid every little grasp, only further pressing her face into the murky, acidic bath that had slowly started to form in the 'bottom' of Naji's stomach. 'Bottom' was interchangable, it seemed, as whatever way the drow chose to lay, the acids inevitably sloshed to the grip of gravity, which currently...was the 'back' of the drow's belly. To Johan, though, the orientation hardly mattered - he'd gotten out of positions like this before, and even in the uncompromisingly tight depths of the drow's stomach, he could tell which way was 'down', and which way was 'up'. Given the odds of getting out of Naji by going 'down' were slim to nonexistant(more than likely, he'd end up getting stuck in her intestines somewhere and digested like that, regardless of her own experience, and in part due to it) 'up' was the only viable method, and the slimy, acid-coated orc provided the perfect stepping stone in beginning his upwards journey.
"Nnnfff...Cyria, that's..." Naji begins as the drider's kisses started to slowly trail downwards across her over-full stomach, but whatever minor protest she was going to voice is silenced by a soft, pleasure-filled moan as the drider's lips draw ever-closer to her most private of areas. She'd honestly hardly been paying attention to the slow but steady tugs on her pants, pulling them downwards, but as she felt the hot, pleasant breath of the big spider against her nethers, Naji's blood suddenly ran red-hot "This..." She whispers, her toes curling in excitement that suddenly comes bubbling forth in a soft, sharp cry of pleasure when Cyria's tongue takes it's first little taste of her sex "Ahh! Mm!"
This was it. It was pretty well the crowning moment in her life, and something she'd wanted for so long - a stomach full of something of SUBSTANCE, and a lover eagerly and tenderly tending to her sex as her food slowly but surely softened inside of her full belly. Though her pride might never had allowed her to admit it, in that single moment, Naji felt like a queen, and that only made her heart hammer ever-faster in her chest. It was already too much - the stimulation of a full stomach was incredibly arousing in and of itself, and the sensation of Cyria's tongue lapping so eagerly at her sex sent white-hot spikes of pleasure shooting through her body, clouding her mind with nothing but sheer pleasure. All at once, the stresses of being a quartermaster, the inadequacies of her fighting abilities, were stripped away and replaced by nothing but the haze of absolute pleasure and accomplishment, a moment of perfection that made her body ache for release, for the orgasm that was fast-approaching, brought on by--
"E...erk?! Haaack! Glrp-" Just as she begins to verge on her orgasm, the sensation of her stomach lurching brings her back to the present, and she feels something moving in the clear opposite way of the way it is supposed to be moving. With a strangled cry, Naji begins "Jo-han...don't glrrp...you dare...!" And in just that moment, her speech is cut off in a hack as the bulge of Johan's head once more appears in her throat, surging upwards until it appears in her suddenly-open mouth, utilizing her jaw for leverage. He was absolutely doused in digested acids despite his relatively short stay inside the drow's stomach, a little hint at just how eager her belly was to start digesting such a large meal, something it was very, very unused to. Reaching upwards, Naji does the first thing that comes to mind - place a hand against Johan's head and start trying to push him back in, though despite her best efforts, it looks like - at least for the moment - she was unable, be it because her stomach was already full, or simply because her attention was drawn between coughing up part of her dinner, and having her sex dutifully licked by the drider, so close to the edge of an orgasm that had been briefly interrupted by Johan's 'arrival'.
Cyria finds the drow - before Johan's 'appearance' at least - all too embracing of the idea of having that tongue tending to her nethers. Within a matter of seconds, one of her thighs is already draped over Cyria's shoulder, and already she could feel that thigh starting to tighten against her, drawing her closer insistently even as her tongue darted across those delicate lips nestled between Naji's thighs, flooding her mouth with the tart, enjoyable taste of the drow's lust. It was not only invigorating to bring so much pleasure to the little drow quartermaster, but Cyria, herself, was far from understimulated. The lizardess in her stomach seemed to have finally calmed down, and though she could weakly feel small movements coming from inside, it looked like she'd finally utilized the very last of her energy, her protests reduced to little more than little pushes against the slimy walls of Cyria's belly, or the occasional twitch of her tail. Within another hour or two, her stomach would likely deal with the lizardess completely, and then it was only a matter of sending her along to her intestines - odds were high that she'd still feel quite full come the following morning, especially with Sasara herself filling out her lower section. The naga seemed insatiable, and despite being well-trapped, she continued to squirm, her body coiling and uncoiling as she no doubt went about further pleasuring herself in the dark depths of the drider's body. For a moment, Cyria can feel the tell-tale sensation of Sasara rubbing her breasts against the slimy walls of her interior, her body suddenly growing still...and then erupting into squirms that were no doubt a second orgasm, her powerful body stretching in every direction and further stretching Cyria's underbelly to the point it almost felt too full - and it felt amazing.
((Naji tried to reswallow Johan, but failed. Barely! But enough! ))
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Re: Bound by Fate (Pathfinder)(Closed)
by CassyInko » Sat Jan 06, 2018 10:48 pm
((Glad to get this back under way! ^_^ So, with everything all caught up, will be working on finishing up the new draft of the vore ruleset, and the vore point/escape point writeup! ^_^ Look forward to it!
ALSO!!! Cyria/Johan/Alura! You all went up in level, so be sure to adjust your character sheets! Do not worry about posting the updates until *The Following Morning* portion of the thread, but get ideas for what you want and...congrats on level up! ^_^ ))
ALSO!!! Cyria/Johan/Alura! You all went up in level, so be sure to adjust your character sheets! Do not worry about posting the updates until *The Following Morning* portion of the thread, but get ideas for what you want and...congrats on level up! ^_^ ))
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Re: Bound by Fate (Pathfinder)(Closed)
by DissociatedChaos » Mon Jan 08, 2018 12:17 am
Room 104... inside Tami's belly
The grip of flesh all around Lea shifted with Tami's every movement, rubbing against her with a wet, slick pull that fit her like a glove. Every twitch of the catgirl's tail seemed to send a small tug against her, and as the cat girl worked to move herself up to the bed, arms and legs straining to help her stand, the muscles all tightened against Lea's body to force her knees a bit harder against her shoulders. She shivered with pleasure at the grinding rub of the stomach's wall up over her labia, digging into her slit and forcing some of the swallowed saliva up into her inner folds, while her hands tensed in return against the taut flesh holding her.
Her fingers dug into the walls to press against Tami's slit beyond the stomach, clenching and dragging up against the slick flesh holding her, pushing the fur of the catgirl's belly out in a wave that pressed in and slid along her entrance. She sucked what little air was in the stomach through her nose as she was finally lifted, gravity twisting and spinning before she bounced, body thrown against Tami's form a bit harder in the process. It twisted the stomach's walls over her, scraping and pulling at her hair while she jerked her hips forward as best she could, trying to moan and giggle at the same time from the sensation.
"Don't think you should have just slid up over onto it," she teased, her free hand moving up along her own stomach to her breasts, cupping one and squeezing as her thumb started tracing around her aorta, pushing at her nipples to drag it to the side against Tami's insides. Every sensation was something she needed to indulge in, that she couldn't deny herself as her body and mind called out for them. She pushed her head forward and up a bit, stomach shifting around her as a soft pressure pushed down from above, making her smirk. Found the cat's breast~
She tilted her head over a bit to the side at the feeling of something more solid rubbing against her though, making her rather wish she was a cat so she could purr back. Her scalp tingled as the pressure worked the fluids slowly seeping out against her more deeply, and she all but glowed at the attention from her predator. Of course, she'd likely be just as enthused at the attention if she was crushing Lea under her, or squeezing her tight enough to make her back protest, or any number of things. Just the way she causally did whatever she wanted with Lea made her flush with desire, and had her heart hammering with a rush. Her head pressed between a breast and a petting hand, her body completely enveloped in the tight pulsing squeezes of a stomach... she was just about in heaven, if she did say so herself.
Or a good stop on the way to her personal one, at any rate, even if she wasn't quite planning on the full trip. Even if she wouldn't be objecting any at all if it wound up forced on her anyway.
She pushed her knees to the sides of her breasts, up against her shoulders and pushed out the stomach just a bit on either side of her, while arching her chest forward to squish her own breasts a bit harder into the stomach's embrace, eyes closed to better listen to the symphony of the body around her at work and play. "Mmm, well, I will admit that I'm not going to say no to getting intimate with any part of you that you're offering," she teasingly retorted, smirking widely. "And I can already imagine what it might be like, with you squeezing me out~"
Indeed, the imagery that Tami was bringing up was making sure that Lea was having a bit of trouble convincing herself that she should do anything but wait a while and try to indulge herself as much of the feelings of digestion as she could. But, of course, she did still... well, maybe she didn't quite want out, but she still thought it was a good idea to get out eventually, so she'd have to try. She could hardly find out what being eaten by a fairy was like if she got digested by a cat first, after all, and she very much still was looking forward to playing with one of her own group's felines later in the night, or early in the morning.
...She'd just probably wait a little while before actually trying, rather than just teasing Tami. She very much wanted to see what it felt like to have the catgirl shivering in pleasure around her more and more, orgasming with her inside. She'd just have to make sure to get Tami off quickly enough she didn't get trapped fully before then. Her hands squeezed together, and she shifted her feet, sliding one of them through the stomach walls to press in between the catgirl's thighs along with her hand there, before moving both of her hands. One to her own slit as she dug in the toes of her foot against Tami's labia, grinding and rubbing as best she could in the impossibly tight space. Her fingers were soaked in the early fluids starting to seep onto her, tingling where they touched, and she eagerly pressed it against her slit, dragging up to her clit, and then moving back down to push inside of herself as her hand groped over her vulva fully, twisting under the tightening grip of the belly.
"But, it would be boring if I just went down easily, without a fight, right? So... let's see if I'll be getting intimate with your ass on the inside, or out," she breathed out, her voice muffled, but loud enough to be audible through the body wrapped around her. Her free hand pushed up, wedging between herself and the walls clinging to her as she slid it up form her breast to her head, up to grope at Tami's breast through the walls, and then forward and in, up towards the sphincter she had dropped in from. She pressed her fingers together against it, playfully shoving and twisting just enough to force it open, before letting her arm slip back a bit. She pushed again, spreading it just a bit and forcing her hand back into the rippling grip of powerful muscles, and held it there for a moment against them. She pushed... twisted, and then the throat rippled down and squeezed, forcing her hand back into the belly.
She wasn't really trying that hard at all, but she had put enough pressure on her attempt that it might have felt significantly more serious, and if she hadn't been squeezed back down, she might very well have tried slipping up back towards the mouth, just to tease Tami and let her gulp her back down. But as it was, with a grin bright on her face, she moved her slimy hand back down to her breast, squeezing as she slowly started pumping the finger in her sex in through the clinging walls of her birth canal, body shivering as she pushed and twisted again against the catgirl's own vulva.
A moan slipped free from her, and her shoulders shook in pleasure as she tilted her head back, shoulders pressing together some. "Ooooh, not going to let me out easily, are you?" she all but purred out, hips twitching as arousal filled her. If it had been too easy, she would have been a bit disappointed, probably. Feeling herself forced back down, held in place by force... it was perhaps as arousing as being eaten in the first place. "Mm, maybe I should try to see if your belly stretches enough for me to start getting more familiar with your cute little butt now, since it looks like I might just be staying!" Her toes spread, sinking into the flesh as they worked to force the fur in between Tami's labia, rubbing against the inside of her slit, up and down as she started twisting her body a bit more, her masturbation as obvious as could be with her arm's bulge shifting rapidly with the motions of her hand inside of her, and the wet schlick of sound from it.
"Mmm, b-bet you'd look lovely with a bit of me on you, but I c-can't quite imagine anything improving on perfection~ And your body? Absolutely that," she gasped out, groaning as another squeeze of the stomach tightening made her jerk her hips up, her butt sliding against the walls and pushing the impression of two cheeks and a faint dip between them up along Tami's fur, as well. She bit her lower lip as her fingers all but dug into her own breast and twisted, while her head slid from side to side, pressing up against either of the small, pert, and absolutely adorable breasts of her lover. "B-but, we do still have... a good, long time, before then to enjoy ourselves," she groaned out, both feet starting to move as her knees dug in a bit in front of her, toes pressing down on Tami's labia, forcing fur to rub against the insides of her slit, and grinding against her little nub of her clitoris, while arousal built and built in Lea's body, quickly starting to approach another peak
(( Rolls: Escape artist with a -7 penalty due to Lea being a horny, submissive little prey-in-waiting.
https://orokos.com/roll/582571 Escape artist of 12. Nope~ ))
(( And Bluff to convince Tami that she's totally actually trying to escape and failing there, and definitely trapped tight! https://orokos.com/roll/582604 Bluff of 22 ))
The grip of flesh all around Lea shifted with Tami's every movement, rubbing against her with a wet, slick pull that fit her like a glove. Every twitch of the catgirl's tail seemed to send a small tug against her, and as the cat girl worked to move herself up to the bed, arms and legs straining to help her stand, the muscles all tightened against Lea's body to force her knees a bit harder against her shoulders. She shivered with pleasure at the grinding rub of the stomach's wall up over her labia, digging into her slit and forcing some of the swallowed saliva up into her inner folds, while her hands tensed in return against the taut flesh holding her.
Her fingers dug into the walls to press against Tami's slit beyond the stomach, clenching and dragging up against the slick flesh holding her, pushing the fur of the catgirl's belly out in a wave that pressed in and slid along her entrance. She sucked what little air was in the stomach through her nose as she was finally lifted, gravity twisting and spinning before she bounced, body thrown against Tami's form a bit harder in the process. It twisted the stomach's walls over her, scraping and pulling at her hair while she jerked her hips forward as best she could, trying to moan and giggle at the same time from the sensation.
"Don't think you should have just slid up over onto it," she teased, her free hand moving up along her own stomach to her breasts, cupping one and squeezing as her thumb started tracing around her aorta, pushing at her nipples to drag it to the side against Tami's insides. Every sensation was something she needed to indulge in, that she couldn't deny herself as her body and mind called out for them. She pushed her head forward and up a bit, stomach shifting around her as a soft pressure pushed down from above, making her smirk. Found the cat's breast~
She tilted her head over a bit to the side at the feeling of something more solid rubbing against her though, making her rather wish she was a cat so she could purr back. Her scalp tingled as the pressure worked the fluids slowly seeping out against her more deeply, and she all but glowed at the attention from her predator. Of course, she'd likely be just as enthused at the attention if she was crushing Lea under her, or squeezing her tight enough to make her back protest, or any number of things. Just the way she causally did whatever she wanted with Lea made her flush with desire, and had her heart hammering with a rush. Her head pressed between a breast and a petting hand, her body completely enveloped in the tight pulsing squeezes of a stomach... she was just about in heaven, if she did say so herself.
Or a good stop on the way to her personal one, at any rate, even if she wasn't quite planning on the full trip. Even if she wouldn't be objecting any at all if it wound up forced on her anyway.
She pushed her knees to the sides of her breasts, up against her shoulders and pushed out the stomach just a bit on either side of her, while arching her chest forward to squish her own breasts a bit harder into the stomach's embrace, eyes closed to better listen to the symphony of the body around her at work and play. "Mmm, well, I will admit that I'm not going to say no to getting intimate with any part of you that you're offering," she teasingly retorted, smirking widely. "And I can already imagine what it might be like, with you squeezing me out~"
Indeed, the imagery that Tami was bringing up was making sure that Lea was having a bit of trouble convincing herself that she should do anything but wait a while and try to indulge herself as much of the feelings of digestion as she could. But, of course, she did still... well, maybe she didn't quite want out, but she still thought it was a good idea to get out eventually, so she'd have to try. She could hardly find out what being eaten by a fairy was like if she got digested by a cat first, after all, and she very much still was looking forward to playing with one of her own group's felines later in the night, or early in the morning.
...She'd just probably wait a little while before actually trying, rather than just teasing Tami. She very much wanted to see what it felt like to have the catgirl shivering in pleasure around her more and more, orgasming with her inside. She'd just have to make sure to get Tami off quickly enough she didn't get trapped fully before then. Her hands squeezed together, and she shifted her feet, sliding one of them through the stomach walls to press in between the catgirl's thighs along with her hand there, before moving both of her hands. One to her own slit as she dug in the toes of her foot against Tami's labia, grinding and rubbing as best she could in the impossibly tight space. Her fingers were soaked in the early fluids starting to seep onto her, tingling where they touched, and she eagerly pressed it against her slit, dragging up to her clit, and then moving back down to push inside of herself as her hand groped over her vulva fully, twisting under the tightening grip of the belly.
"But, it would be boring if I just went down easily, without a fight, right? So... let's see if I'll be getting intimate with your ass on the inside, or out," she breathed out, her voice muffled, but loud enough to be audible through the body wrapped around her. Her free hand pushed up, wedging between herself and the walls clinging to her as she slid it up form her breast to her head, up to grope at Tami's breast through the walls, and then forward and in, up towards the sphincter she had dropped in from. She pressed her fingers together against it, playfully shoving and twisting just enough to force it open, before letting her arm slip back a bit. She pushed again, spreading it just a bit and forcing her hand back into the rippling grip of powerful muscles, and held it there for a moment against them. She pushed... twisted, and then the throat rippled down and squeezed, forcing her hand back into the belly.
She wasn't really trying that hard at all, but she had put enough pressure on her attempt that it might have felt significantly more serious, and if she hadn't been squeezed back down, she might very well have tried slipping up back towards the mouth, just to tease Tami and let her gulp her back down. But as it was, with a grin bright on her face, she moved her slimy hand back down to her breast, squeezing as she slowly started pumping the finger in her sex in through the clinging walls of her birth canal, body shivering as she pushed and twisted again against the catgirl's own vulva.
A moan slipped free from her, and her shoulders shook in pleasure as she tilted her head back, shoulders pressing together some. "Ooooh, not going to let me out easily, are you?" she all but purred out, hips twitching as arousal filled her. If it had been too easy, she would have been a bit disappointed, probably. Feeling herself forced back down, held in place by force... it was perhaps as arousing as being eaten in the first place. "Mm, maybe I should try to see if your belly stretches enough for me to start getting more familiar with your cute little butt now, since it looks like I might just be staying!" Her toes spread, sinking into the flesh as they worked to force the fur in between Tami's labia, rubbing against the inside of her slit, up and down as she started twisting her body a bit more, her masturbation as obvious as could be with her arm's bulge shifting rapidly with the motions of her hand inside of her, and the wet schlick of sound from it.
"Mmm, b-bet you'd look lovely with a bit of me on you, but I c-can't quite imagine anything improving on perfection~ And your body? Absolutely that," she gasped out, groaning as another squeeze of the stomach tightening made her jerk her hips up, her butt sliding against the walls and pushing the impression of two cheeks and a faint dip between them up along Tami's fur, as well. She bit her lower lip as her fingers all but dug into her own breast and twisted, while her head slid from side to side, pressing up against either of the small, pert, and absolutely adorable breasts of her lover. "B-but, we do still have... a good, long time, before then to enjoy ourselves," she groaned out, both feet starting to move as her knees dug in a bit in front of her, toes pressing down on Tami's labia, forcing fur to rub against the insides of her slit, and grinding against her little nub of her clitoris, while arousal built and built in Lea's body, quickly starting to approach another peak
(( Rolls: Escape artist with a -7 penalty due to Lea being a horny, submissive little prey-in-waiting.
https://orokos.com/roll/582571 Escape artist of 12. Nope~ ))(( And Bluff to convince Tami that she's totally actually trying to escape and failing there, and definitely trapped tight! https://orokos.com/roll/582604 Bluff of 22 ))
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Re: Bound by Fate (Pathfinder)(Closed)
by sansuki » Mon Jan 08, 2018 9:12 pm
"Don't I dare what?" Johan says, laughing at Naji's obvious irritation at the timing of his escape. Poor woman- but then, having her eager for more 'attention' wasn't a BAD thing, per se, even if he hadn't realized just... how close the drow was when he'd began to make his escape. He knew just how much she wanted him- and she knew that he knew, and kept letting her try without any conscious intention of letting her have him, and he knew that she knew that he knew... and on and on, Johan had spent the last months using his constant baited phrases, looks, actions to spur the drow on to develop her 'talents' as much as she would have to were she ever to return to the Underdark and not be taken for mind flayer bait at once. Really, *he* considered it quite the set of romantic gestures... knew that in her heart (if not her usually-empty stomach) Naji also had accepted this as the human's way of showing affection to someone he came closer to 'loving', in the usual sense, than most anyone else.
None of which stops Johan from making this as enraging as possible for Naji.
With no spider-interference coming to shove him back down into Naji's churning stomach (its efforts redoubled by getting to focus only on the exhausted, helpless orc) Johan begins to pull himself out of Naji's throat ever, so, slowly. A few times, he feels her throat desperately squeezing his hips, gulps trying to pull him back into the dark-skinned elf's body to stay. Tempting- and his feet are increasingly warm and tingly, giving him a wonderful tease of what pleasures could be his if he let Naji have her way. But not tonight. Instead, he uses Naji's helpless tongue to clean himself off, or at least clean the front-side of his body off by scraping the acid off onto the back of Naji's tongue. Of course, she got yet another long, deep taste of his chest and abdomen, but that was part of the fun. Indeed, as he keeps going emerging into the chill air, his crotch grinds into the back, center, and then sweet-sensitive front of Naji's tongue. That he'd gone limp meant that either somehow he'd lost his joy in being inside Naji, or far more likely that he'd "taken care of" the arousal she'd tasted on the way down inside her. Another grotesquely romantic gesture- even though he wasn't staying, he *was* leaving a little piece of himself inside Naji's stomach. Not that he *really* expected the drow to see it that way in the heat of the moment.
Though Naji tried to bite down to keep him in, Johan continues scraping himself clear and really once his hips are free, the rest is a formality; with a quiet, "Excuse me," he swings to one side of Cyria in front of Naji and lands with a wet plop onto the floor. "There! As expected. Dear, your hospitality's wonderful as always, and Cyria, good work helping her," he says, for all the world as if he wasn't naked and soaked in drow juices. "Still not quite enough muscular strength in the throat, though." And then, infuriatingly, he winks. Turning and walking away, the human puts a sway in his step as he leaves that would cause some barmaids to take notes as he heads for the slightly soiled but still mostly-clean tub of water, hopping in and vigorously starting to rub himself down. It's only when he's sure he's got all the acids off that Johan hops out (not bothering to dry) and strides back over to Cyria. Kneeling, he presses his cheek to one of the bulges, calling out, "Sasara? Having fun in there? ...no, no thanks, I've already been inside one beautiful woman today. And another attractive one, who is now inside the beautiful one. So you are having fun?" A pause- but he was hardly one with the moral authority, right then, to judge. "Alright. Well, come out when you're ready, one way or the other," he instructs, and then gives a kiss to the fuzzy side of the bulge. With a stage whisper, he asks Cyria, "If she stays, can I have some new silk undergarments to remember her by?"
((Johan escapes. :3))
None of which stops Johan from making this as enraging as possible for Naji.
With no spider-interference coming to shove him back down into Naji's churning stomach (its efforts redoubled by getting to focus only on the exhausted, helpless orc) Johan begins to pull himself out of Naji's throat ever, so, slowly. A few times, he feels her throat desperately squeezing his hips, gulps trying to pull him back into the dark-skinned elf's body to stay. Tempting- and his feet are increasingly warm and tingly, giving him a wonderful tease of what pleasures could be his if he let Naji have her way. But not tonight. Instead, he uses Naji's helpless tongue to clean himself off, or at least clean the front-side of his body off by scraping the acid off onto the back of Naji's tongue. Of course, she got yet another long, deep taste of his chest and abdomen, but that was part of the fun. Indeed, as he keeps going emerging into the chill air, his crotch grinds into the back, center, and then sweet-sensitive front of Naji's tongue. That he'd gone limp meant that either somehow he'd lost his joy in being inside Naji, or far more likely that he'd "taken care of" the arousal she'd tasted on the way down inside her. Another grotesquely romantic gesture- even though he wasn't staying, he *was* leaving a little piece of himself inside Naji's stomach. Not that he *really* expected the drow to see it that way in the heat of the moment.
Though Naji tried to bite down to keep him in, Johan continues scraping himself clear and really once his hips are free, the rest is a formality; with a quiet, "Excuse me," he swings to one side of Cyria in front of Naji and lands with a wet plop onto the floor. "There! As expected. Dear, your hospitality's wonderful as always, and Cyria, good work helping her," he says, for all the world as if he wasn't naked and soaked in drow juices. "Still not quite enough muscular strength in the throat, though." And then, infuriatingly, he winks. Turning and walking away, the human puts a sway in his step as he leaves that would cause some barmaids to take notes as he heads for the slightly soiled but still mostly-clean tub of water, hopping in and vigorously starting to rub himself down. It's only when he's sure he's got all the acids off that Johan hops out (not bothering to dry) and strides back over to Cyria. Kneeling, he presses his cheek to one of the bulges, calling out, "Sasara? Having fun in there? ...no, no thanks, I've already been inside one beautiful woman today. And another attractive one, who is now inside the beautiful one. So you are having fun?" A pause- but he was hardly one with the moral authority, right then, to judge. "Alright. Well, come out when you're ready, one way or the other," he instructs, and then gives a kiss to the fuzzy side of the bulge. With a stage whisper, he asks Cyria, "If she stays, can I have some new silk undergarments to remember her by?"
((Johan escapes. :3))
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Re: Bound by Fate (Pathfinder)(Closed)
by Jermayan » Fri Jan 12, 2018 5:14 pm
Glancing up as Johan slowly but steadily pulls himself up and out of Naji’s throat, Cyria can’t help but wonder what the eventual reaction would be when Naji actually manages to keep him down for a longer period of time. It’s all fun and games when you know that you can get out of someone’s stomach, but what happens when you try to get out and fail, possibly more than once? Questions for later though, she supposed, and who could really say what would happen then.
Johan’s direct comment towards her made her pause and look up at him. As he was with his hands still mostly caught within Naji’s throat, it wouldn’t be hard to force him back down, or at least do enough to allow Naji to gulp him back down. Stretching one of her forelegs up, she rests it almost mockingly on his head, pushing down slightly. As much as she wanted to just push him back down, though, she knew that on some level Naji wouldn’t truly forgive her if she helped too much with Johan; that was a conquest that she very much wanted to be her own.
Eventually, she pulled back, and went back to lapping at Naji’s nethers, wrapping her two forelegs around the still-squirming dome of her stomach. Although she hadn’t done much to keep Johan there, she had a rather different opinion on the half-orc’s capacity to escape, and she quickly began to gently but insistently knead her back into a smaller and more manageable shape. Of course, she also knew how good that this would feel, so that was an obvious additional benefit.
Johan cuddling up next to her was a bit unexpected, although not at all unwelcome, and she almost immediately loops a pair of legs around him and pulls him close, helping him get a more personal feel for the bulge Sasara was making in her underbelly. “Mmm, well, if she decides to stay, I’ll have more silk than I know what to do with, so feel free to make any requests.”
Johan’s direct comment towards her made her pause and look up at him. As he was with his hands still mostly caught within Naji’s throat, it wouldn’t be hard to force him back down, or at least do enough to allow Naji to gulp him back down. Stretching one of her forelegs up, she rests it almost mockingly on his head, pushing down slightly. As much as she wanted to just push him back down, though, she knew that on some level Naji wouldn’t truly forgive her if she helped too much with Johan; that was a conquest that she very much wanted to be her own.
Eventually, she pulled back, and went back to lapping at Naji’s nethers, wrapping her two forelegs around the still-squirming dome of her stomach. Although she hadn’t done much to keep Johan there, she had a rather different opinion on the half-orc’s capacity to escape, and she quickly began to gently but insistently knead her back into a smaller and more manageable shape. Of course, she also knew how good that this would feel, so that was an obvious additional benefit.
Johan cuddling up next to her was a bit unexpected, although not at all unwelcome, and she almost immediately loops a pair of legs around him and pulls him close, helping him get a more personal feel for the bulge Sasara was making in her underbelly. “Mmm, well, if she decides to stay, I’ll have more silk than I know what to do with, so feel free to make any requests.”
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