The Exiles (closed group)

[CassyInko]

The blinking motes that fell across Delia's eyes wisp out in tiny puffs of smoke, as does the various lights that briefly surround her, each 'puffing' away in a little cloud that quickly disperses. The succubus, once smiling a little more openly about the relative success of her own spell, takes a few seconds to survey her surroundings with a sour look upon her face. Chira was still off-balance and blind, swinging wildly, Garth had been temporarily blinded, Mona had a soldier in her face and a sword in her side - actually, that sorta made Delia grin, ever so slightly - and Xarius had landed a solid blow, only to have one returned against him. Things were already feeling a little one-sided, and all because of that damn mage and her little spell.

Truth be told, Delia didn't like 'getting into the middle of things'. It was always better when others did the less-savory work for her, put themselves into danger, and she - at the end - reaped the benefits. Now, though, that wasn't really an option. With everyone tied up with their own personal battles, it left her and her alone free to take care of the mage, before she could cast something else detrimental to their escape.

Thankfully for her, the mage's own instructions to 'take out the centaur' had cleared a rather nice open area right to her. As much as she might PREFER to stay behind those she called 'allies', when push came to shove....she wasn't entirely helpless. Growling under her breath at the haughty mage's words and her exchange with Mona, Delia's long, spaded and spiked tail flickers in agitation "Good ideas, huh? Well, here is an even better one...!". Enough sass for one day - between Garth and Mona, there was very little room for a mouthy mage as well. One crewman in her way, stumbling about blindly. All the remaining soldiers occupied...now seemed as good a time as any.

(( Grab the mage!: 1d20+19 28 ))

Like an infernal bolt of lightning, Delia takes off, darting with un-natural speed past the staggering crewman, her spell hastening her movements to what seems like a blur. A blur that closes upon the mage with murderous speed, and - with a whumpf! - opens it's wings, engulfing her in the black, leathery folds in the span of a half-second. She more feels than sees Delia's hand wrap around one of her wrists, forcing it behind her back and pulling her into a sort of 'half-hug'. Her other hand is immediately wrapped up in the long, slightly-spiked tail that protruded from the succubus' shapely hips, surprisingly strong despite it's slender, lithe appearance.

"....Let's have a long overdue dinner." Her voice veritably drips with sexuality, and the imperial feels herself bodily pushed up against the stack of crates behind her, Delia's soft bosom pressing tightly against her own. The scent of the succubus - a sort of sweet and spicy scent that, despite her many days spent in a dark, dank cell, was incredibly appealing, leaving her head swimming slightly - floods across her like a wave, followed closely by the heat of the infernal woman's body pressing up so tightly against her own "Mmm...much better....can't have you casting all those spells, being a nuisance now, can we? Not when there's so many better things you could do." Leaning in, Delia flicks her tongue from between her soft lips, curling it tenderly across the side of the woman's neck, a little shiver of delight coursing through her body. Mmm, she could TASTE the magic in the poor woman, could feel her vitality, her haughtiness, her sass....could feel everything, TASTE everything....

...She somehow doubted that sass would last, after a good hour or so slowly digesting inside of her stomach.

"...Like pad my chest..."

((Delia is shifting her song to dance! Same bonuses))

Rather than continuing her song, Delia begins to gyrate her hips, her wings fluttering in time to an unheard beat, flapping lightly against the mage woman's shoulders and back "Come here....let's get you where you belong..." To say the sight of the nearly bare succubus' butt shifting and swaying to whatever strange beat filled her head was distracting...was an understatement in the extreme. It was so perfectly curved, so rounded, her thighs so smooth and attractive...even the more cool-headed individuals like Garth couldn't help but feel their blood boil, an effect that was strangely similar to her singing, if not even a bit more powerful. To the mage...it was equally as pleasant in a strange way, despite the direness of her situation. The sensation of the succubus' attractive body grinding up against her, the softness of those breasts squeezing against her, the firmness of her slender, enticing belly rubbing against her own...was distracting. Not as distracting, though, as the sight of her tongue gently curling across her soft, pink lips, the pillowy mounds glistening gently with saliva.

Throwing her leg around the mage's hips, Delia presses her even tighter up against the mound of boxes, groaning gently in excitement. Oooh, she'd waited. She'd passed up her meal in the cells below, she'd contained herself from devouring the bleeding-out ratboy...but she could wait no longer. Her stomach felt like a void, gnawing at her very core...and the taste of magic, the scent of the woman's vitality, was like a feast. She had to have her...and there was no sense in waiting any longer.

Delia's free hand boldly slips around behind the mage, cupping her rump and giving it a firm, appreciative squeeze through the material of her pants "Mmm...do squirm for me. I like lively meals. Pity I can't strip you first...would love to taste every inch of you before you settled into my tummy....but beggers can't be choosers, now can they?"

With her head lodged against the crates, Delia darts her head in, pressing her soft lips tightly against the mage's own, her intense, glowing red eyes looking deep into the woman's. Lips, soft and just slightly wet, caress the mage's, before locking, drawing her into a deep - and potentially one-sided - kiss. A kiss that, more and more, seems to deepen...Delia's lips slowly starting to widen, sliding around the mage's own...then around her chin...

((Mage is grappled! Aaaaand...Delia will start eating her next round. x3 ))

Stats!

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AC - 15
CMD - 20
CMD Vs Grapple/Swallow - 23
HP - 52/52

Spell Resistance - 18

[sansuki]

When Delia starts forward, despite himself, Garth says, "Wait, don't-" but doesn't try to hold her back as the succubus moves through the barrels of grog, focused on the petite human mage sizing up Xarius like a large steak. She isn't stealthy, or subtle. The blinded elvish crewman can hear her coming, draws her dagger, and slashes wildly at the air around her but with Delia's glitter still in his eyes all he hits is the air. Turning around and looking befuddled, Delia passes him with ease as Garth watches, before shrugging in frustration and following her. Rather than attack the mage, though, he turns around to aid his centaur friend, pitching in to stab at the soldier ineffectually with his unfamiliar sword.

But Delia... as soon as she touches the mage, she's aware down in the pit of her empty belly the potence of the essence in this human. The guard... he'd been appetizing, in a physical way. A good strong body to be melted down and turned into copious energy, a simple, honest soul to be used as well. This little mage had none of the bulk or muscle of the other meal she'd almost taken, but in response, there was the... intangible nutrition. And that was shining like a torch to Delia's infernal senses, beckoning her forward. Though the mage backpedals on seeing the succubus coming for her, she thumps against a box full of rations, and from there it's easy for Delia to wrap soft, tough wings and pull the mage close.

Despite appearances, when Delia pulls her closer the succubus can feel a core of strength in the woman's unprepossessing body. She was a swordsman as well as a mage, but the succubus's hunger was far too far progressed to heed any warnings. Eyes dilate and skin flushes at the overwhelming nearness of the succubus, and the mage shakes her head to try to clear it even as the sinuous demonic tail wraps tight around her wrist. Feeling the succubus, the mage kept her head clear only with difficulty- the body heat, the scent, and the residual magic spoke directly to the subconscious of a woman who had spent far too much time in libraries and far too little on dates recently. The seductive, whispering voice of her own subconscious, in the back of her head, wheedled- Why don't you relax? She's so soft and warm. Just lean forward, let her embrace you and care for you... and thus, she doesn't resist as the warm tongue brushes over her neck.

Tasting her prey's power was something else entirely, and even had the succubus not elaborated on a preferred fate for the mage the sudden loud gurgling of an excited, eager stomach would have delivered that message just as well. As Delia's eyes saw a brief spate of stars from the presence of arcane power, she missed a telltale tensing of muscles- instead starting to dance. The mage lets the succubus lead, not resisting the dance steps at all but allowing the succubus to have her way in this. "Why don't you," she suggests. "Just drag me off and strip me- I'm sure I can handle y-" her retort is cut off by the kiss, and for a second she returns it with surprising passion. But just as Delia's jaw starts to unhinge, she feels her tail jerk-

-and then a sudden extreme pain in her thigh, as the mage slams her sword into Delia's right leg with all her might. Coming along with the sudden stabbing pain is a jolt of electricity that spasms and loosens all her muscles, and it's mere luck that keeps the involuntary contractions from forcing Delia to release the mage. Instead, the mage pulls the sword out with a trickle of blood from the small wound, clearly ready to keep stabbing until subdued...

((Delia successfully grapples the mage.
The Crewman uses an attack of opportunity to try to cut the succubus with his dagger, blind; He rolls a straight 16 with a +0 to hit, but blindness also makes him miss.
The mage uses Arcane Accuracy and Arcane Pool to turn her sword into a +2 shocking rapier. Attack is a 24, and hits; Delia takes 18 total damage. Garth uses his Warning determination to force a reroll of the attack; it comes up 19 and still succeeds.
Garth moves up and attacks Soldier 3; rolls a 9 (almost a crit fumble) and misses.


Map Here

Legend:
Black circles are barriers (stacks of boxes, etc) that are impassible
Gray circles are barrels or a few scattered boxes that count as Difficult Terrain
The purple stars are rope ladders (DC 5 climb check to get up/down with two move actions, or DC 10 to climb/descend in 1 move action); the forward one goes down, the middle one goes up to the top deck. Can be cut with an attack from a sharp weapon.
The yellow box is the area that's open to the sky; you can see a ramp raised up on the top deck that'll need to be lowered for Chira to climb to the top deck when you're done here.
Red S's are soldiers like what you already fought, Cs are crewmen, and the red M seems to be the lady in charge.
Dark Green letters are friendly NPCs (C-hira, M-ona, G-arth), light green are you (D-elia, X-arius).
Each square is 5 feet.

Init-
Delia 22 (34/52 HP, Grappling Mage)
Mage 16 (Grappled by Delia)
Garth 13
Xarius 12 (47/53 HP) <- Here
Mona 11 (Lightly Wounded)
Soldiers 7 (#1: Wounded #2: Charged )
Crewmen 6 (#2: Blinded, #3: Blinded)
Chira 4 (Blinded, Wounded, 1 medium meal (not stuffed yet))

Globals:
Haste: 1 remaining rounds of Haste for the party. (+1 to attack rolls, +1 dodge bonus to AC and reflex rolls, movement speed +30', and can make 1 extra attack when doing a full attack action)))
Inspire Courage: +2 to attack, damage, and saving throws against charm or fear effects.
Glitterdust: Basically the entire cargo hold is glittery now (6 more rounds)

[XarcesTheDelicious]

Engaged in combat as he was, Xarius isn't able to respond to Garth when he initially calls out to him. Though once the air has returned to his lungs, and he's more or less recovered form the blow dealt to him by the soldier Xarius calls back "Just keep an eye on Chira!" he knowing she was the most likely to get herself in trouble again, and had also sustained the most damage from their previous little scuffle. Xarius wasn't too worried about himself, and while stopping the crewmen from getting aid was ideal, they would have to deal with the rest of the ship's defenders eventually one way or another.

From his closer vantage point Xarius can see the mage much more clearly, can make out the golden chain as Mona draw's attention to it... he'd have to question Mona more about it later, if they made it out of this. It was clear she was a threat, and Xarius intended to get to her once he'd eliminated the soldier in his way. The manner in which she was examining him made him a little uncomfortable, there was a look in her eyes, one that reminded him of hunger...but what could she possibly be hungry about? Combat? Surely any mage would dread going toe to toe with a paladin in close quarters...what could she have up her sleeve, what could she be planning. These thoughts flutter through his mind as he prepares himself for their inevitable engagement

Before he can so much as deal with the wounded soldier however, Delia rushes in and wraps the mage snugly within the embrace of her wings. Snatching away any expectation for battle the paladin had with her.. whatever the mage had been thinking, had in store for him, it had been quite effectively interrupted by the addition of the succubus. "That's one way to deal with her." he chuckles, upon hearing bits a pieces of what Delia had in store for her. His attention split between the still standing soldier and the succubus, and even the mage as she was still capable of posing a threat, even in the succubus' embrace. It was a bit of a weight of his shoulders in all honesty, despite having been anticipating closing the distance with the mage to see what she had in mind for him... perhaps his feline curiosity was best left unsated. This way at least the mage would serve to doubly satisfy the hunger of the succubus, one that he had a hunch he'd be hanging around a while longer. The less likely she was to turn on him the better, though every interaction he'd had with her thus far led him to believe she was trustworthy. Still he knew enough about her manner of demon to know how easily they could play a mortal for a fool, and he'd rather not wind up filling her belly, and padding her curves at any point if it could be avoided. Of course a part of him also thought that would be a fitting end, being added to the body of the one who's summoning spelled the end of his place within the temple.

Shaking his head Xarius tries to push away such thoughts. He blaming it on the close proximity of the demon herself. As his feline eyes gaze over to her, ogling her body up and down, painting images of what she'd look like with a tightly stretched belly. Of what it'd feel like to kiss, let alone pass through her crimson lips. Xarius bites his lower lip hard, silently scolding himself as her actions and words find him hot and bothered. So much to the point that he finds his recently acquired armor to be even more restrictive then it had been a moment prior, when he'd been unable to dodge the incoming blow from the soldier. A warm rush of blood filling out his trousers, his manhood stretching the combination of prison rags and chain mail to their limit as Xarius awkwardly adjusts his stance to better mask, and accommodate his excited protrusion.

Gods this was pathetic... Xarius scolds himself internally. Getting all worked up at the thought of a succubus...and not even simply the prospect of laying with one, but being eaten? Sarenrae save him. More than that however, Xarius finds himself stepping to the succbus' side when the mage manages to land a rather nasty blow on her, coming to the demon's aid without a second thought. This he was less concerned about as she was an ally after all, and needed protecting, and he was more than happy to do this for her. But even so , if those in his old order could see him now... Reaching out Xarius grabs for the mages' weapon, not only to avert any further damage she could do to Delia, but also because, quite frankly he could use the upgrade. A light weight blade like her's was more to his liking....besides much like Mona requesting her chain...her sword would be far more valuable if left out of the succubus' stomach. "Now now, don't be stabbing my Delia, she's far to pretty to be marring up with puncture wounds" he scolds her in turn, grasping the hilt of her weapon, and yanking it away from Delia's body.


Xarius

Spoiler: show

taking a 5 foot step then attempting to disarm the mage
weapon grabs!: 1d20+13 26

[sansuki]

"It shall be done," Garth replies to Xarius solemnly. The priest was in a hellish situation, fighting beside literal demons and with gear he barely knew how to use; that there were a few people who could be trusted was nearly his only solace. Holding the sword at the ready, he jabs a few times at the soldier, never quite connecting. Instead, his irritated human counterpart turns from the blind centaur. "Gods," the soldier snarls. "You took that sword off one of my friends, din'tcha? Just drop it and go back to your cell, and nobody here has to die-" punctuating that word, he thrusts and gores Garth's shoulder with the tip of the sword, almost driving it through armor, flesh, and armor again through-and-through. Garth backs off a few steps with a bellow of pain, holding his wound with his free hand... but his eyes start to glint in an unpleasant way, the orcish side of his heritage charging to the fore after being wounded.

Of course, the others don't take kindly to the assault. Chira, for one, bellows her defiance and lunges forward, snatching up... a full barrel of fresh water. Rather than put it down, she vents her frustration by hurling the barrel at the wall, exploding in a spray of wet wood. Just like that, she blinks rapidly, eyes clearing... and focusing on the armored human in front of her. Mona, too, snaps, "Hey! He's mi- I mean, how dare you!" Spinning away from the soldier menacing her, the sorceress thrusts both arms out dramatically. A bolt of eye-searing flame lances from both hands, one going an inch shy of a soldier's head to sputter out on the freshly-wetted wall, and the other hitting the back of the lucky soldier now prompting the full attentions of Mona, Chira, and Garth alike for his brief success. There's a whiff of burnt hair and flesh as the fiery blast lands, and the soldier yelps in clear pain. His comrade lunges forward, moving by surprise to wrap the redheaded sorceress in a bearhug, shoving her back against the wall and pinning her in place. "That..." the elvish man growls, "...was a mistake."

The mage pulls her sword out, dripping blood and still crackling with electrical energy. Delia can tell her tail's not quite strong enough to prevent the irate Imperial mage from continuing to drive it home until she's released... but the same thing is clear to Xarius. The mage can't see him coming, as Delia's lips are already around most of her face and trying to pull her in without further delay. The first warning she has is when Xarius's hand covers hers around the sword's hilt, and due to the surprise she can't keep him from simply yanking her blade away. "What?! NO!" She yells into Delia's tongue, flailing futilely in Xarius's direction as he hoists his prize. It's a very well balanced, light weapon, perfect for someone of less strength unlike the massive blades the soldiers favor; Xarius can also feel the magic on it. Not the best weapon he's ever seen, but an extremely useful one. While he turns back towards his soldier, that worthy presses his attack home, with one roundhouse slash that Xarius ducks under and another, lower one that dents in the armor around the feline's knees and almost sends him sprawling. Each of the blows wasn't much, and Xarius knows he's got this soldier outmatched- it's just a question of how many bruises and cuts he'll have when the man is dispatched.

Seeing this, a crewman with a bushy fox's tail yelps, "I'll go get the commander, mistress! Hold on to- er- something!" And dives down the rope ladder heading to the ship's quarters. While another elvish crewman gropes towards the ladder leading to the main deck, the third makes a run for it. This brings him into Garth's peripheral vision, and the priest without any hesitation swings his sword right at the fleeing man's chest. The sword bites deep, and his target goes down in a bleeding heap. Not dead, but... more wounded even than the ratling in the hallway, and unlikely to survive logn without help that seems unlikely to come. Bearing his fangs, Garth growls and spits at the feet of his soldier, ferocity bubbling in his veins and not even paying attention to the display of savagery he'd just exhibited.


((First some rules: Disarms prompt a attack of opportunity, and it's a -4 penalty to try to disarm-and-grab the weapon instead of just making the target drop it. That still hits for Xarius, so I will say he is now the proud wielder of a +1 rapier! Anything that doesn't have a mechanical effect (like the chain) I will allow to be stripped off without any actions.
Soldier 1's AOO is a 19, and only fails due to the haste. The rapier is grabbed and, presumably, equipped. Also, Xarces, remember that weapon finesse will only get you +1 compared to a strength-based weapon because you're wielding a shield with a +1 armor check penalty. Still better!
Mona casts Scorching Ray defensively. Concentration check is 28 vs. DC 19, spell goes off. One ray at each nearby soldier, each at -4 for being in melee. The one right in front of her misses, but Soldier 3 gets hit for 13 damage.
Soldier #1 keeps trying to attack Xarius. Crits! ...but doesn't confirm. 8 damage.
Soldier #2 grabs Mona. 19 beats her CMB.
Soldier #3 decides it's safe enough to neglect the blind centaur and attacks Garth. Crits! ...and confirms! 22 damage to the poor orc.
Crewman #1 flees down the ladder. Reinforcements incoming.
Crewman #2 moves to the rope ladder. Crewman #2 is no longer blind.
Crewman #3 also moves to the topside rope ladder. Garth AOOs; pronounces Judgment of Sacred Destruction on the crewman. Attack hits for 16 damage. Crewman #3 is KO'd.
Chira grabs the soldier that stabbed her buddy orc. Grab succeeds, but the blindness check fails. Chira is no longer blind.

Map Here

Legend:
Black circles are barriers (stacks of boxes, etc) that are impassible
Gray circles are barrels or a few scattered boxes that count as Difficult Terrain
The purple stars are rope ladders (DC 5 climb check to get up/down with two move actions, or DC 10 to climb/descend in 1 move action); the forward one goes down, the middle one goes up to the top deck. Can be cut with an attack from a sharp weapon.
The yellow box is the area that's open to the sky; you can see a ramp raised up on the top deck that'll need to be lowered for Chira to climb to the top deck when you're done here.
Red S's are soldiers like what you already fought, Cs are crewmen, and the red M seems to be the lady in charge.
Dark Green letters are friendly NPCs (C-hira, M-ona, G-arth), light green are you (D-elia, X-arius).
Each square is 5 feet.

Init-
Delia 22 (34/52 HP, Grappling Mage) <- Here
Mage 16 (Grappled by Delia)
Garth 13 (Wounded)
Xarius 12 (39/53 HP)
Mona 11 (Lightly Wounded, grappled by Soldier #2)
Soldiers 7 (#1: Wounded, #2 grappling Mona, #3: Wounded )
Crewmen 6 (#3: Unconscious, Dying)
Chira 4 (Wounded, 1 medium meal (not stuffed yet))

Globals:
Haste is gone.
Glitterdust: Basically the entire cargo hold is glittery now (5 more rounds)))

[CassyInko]

Delia's eyes flutter slightly as the flavor of the red-headed woman floods her tongue, the slightly salty taste of the ocean spray that continually lapped at the ship mixing with her own unique, delectable flavor. It wasn't just the physical taste, though, that was invigorating...it was the arcane power that filled her body, the taste of her very being brimming with magical energy. As delicious as the farm-boy had tasted, this was an entirely new type of taste, and Delia never would be able to decide which of the two she liked more. Not that it truly mattered - each might very well find their way into her belly, given time. Groaning hotly against the mage's face, Delia uses the box of rations behind her as a scoop, forcing the girl's head back against it and in the same motion, forcing her own lips forwards, encompassing her--

-- The sudden jolt of pain almost makes Delia recoil, a soft hiss escaping her lips as the sensation of sharp metal, followed by an electric shock, surges through her body, making her convulse and twitch. All at once, the 'grinding' of her body halts, her tail involuntarily tightening around the woman's wrist. A sword?! She'd actually STABBED HER?! Just when she felt the woman's will to resist slowly starting to vanish, felt her desires starting to play with the voice of survival that grew ever-weaker in her head. A part of her was actually stunned - she'd stabbed her. Resisted the lure, resisted the..

...Graah! How weak she'd become! It mattered little. She just had to get the sword!

...Or did she? In a surprise move from her newfound catboy companion, Xarius - while she had a good hold on the mage woman - hopped over and rather succinctly jerked the blade out of her hand, disarming her of the only big weapon she had. For a brief second, Delia affixes the neko with something that bordered on a look of 'thanks', her expression softening from a pained grimace to something that ALMOST resembled a smile. There is also a moment, however brief, that Delia clearly shifted her gaze a little more downwards ,towards the erection she could practically FEEL straining against his armor and ratty clothing. Oh...so he liked...something of what he saw. Hrmm...

Did the thought of her devouring the mage girl excite him? Knowing her last couple of days on this world would go to padding out the already luscious curvature of his newfound succubi companion? Or, perhaps, it was something a little bit more. Maybe he was picturing himself in such a predicament. Picturing it was he slowly passing between her lips. His chest that would be tasted and probed by her tongue. His body that'd be squeezing into the hot, tight embrace of her belly, feel it's gentle but consistent ripples as it worked across him, slowly but surely turning him into food for her...

Mm..something she'd have to test later.

After she'd dealt with this girl.

With her food's weapon disarmed, Delia turns back to her, her eyes burning - no longer the gentle, sensual glitter of one promising a good time ,but anger, raw and simple. The succubus' once-far-more-gentle grip suddenly turns painfully firm, her tail tightening even further around the mage's wrist, and her somewhat gentle grip upon her other wrist turning into a tight claw that threatened to bruise her, if not worse "Grr...that...was a mistake, you bitch! I was going to be gentle...I was going to make you LIKE it..." With a soft growl, Delia twists the girl's wrist painfully, her eyes glowing a bright, firey red "...Now, we do it the less pleasant way." Delia's soft, pretty lips curl upwards into a smile, her eyes gazing deeply into the mage's own "...Well, less pleasant for you, anyway."

Once more, Delia presses herself up against the mage, forcing her against the boxes behind her - but this time, with none of the gentleness and sensuality she'd exhibited moments before. Her wings retract, pulling back the soft, tough 'cocoon' that had so enveloped her, and leaving her fate much more visible to those who cared to glance over and see. Reaching up with her free hand, Delia grabs a handful of the mage's hair, and - tilting her head down forcefully - opens her jaws, pushing the magegirl's face down onto her tongue with a soft, wet 'squish'. Again, a soft, approving groan of delight wells up in the succubus' throat, filling her food's ears...but this time, it is far more brief, and with a rough shove to the back of her head, Delia forces the mage's face right along her tongue, the top of her head pressing into the hot, slick embrace of her throat.

*Gluk!*

A single, powerful swallow is all it takes for the redhead's entire head to push right into the constrictive confines of the succubus' throat, the bulge of her head clearly visible in the soft, well-stretched skin of the infernal woman's throat. Her mouth was tight, but her throat...it felt like a velvet vice, like a glove made-to-fit, stretched so firmly around the mage's head to the point she could hardly turn her head, much less actually pull it back. Wasting no time, Delia forces her jaws downwards, a slippery-sounding 'Slrrrrp' escaping her lips as she slides them along the mage girl's neck, and starts to iris them open around her shoulders.

Reaching upwards, Delia roughly jerks the chain and pendant Mona had wanted free, casually tucking it into the tattered waistband of her clothing as if having a mouth full of squirming mage was the most common thing in the world. Then, the same arm slips around her food's waist to hold her steady, and with another downwards lunge of her head, she forces the mage's shoulders completely between her jaws, her soft, pretty lips sliding slowly downwards along the just barely exposed tops of the mage's breasts. Unable to help herself, Delia allows her tongue to lightly play across the soft, succulent flesh, lightly dimpling the squishy orbs and spreading more of the woman's delightful taste along her tongue, making her shudder in delight.

Within the succubus' throat, the possibly-doomed woman's senses are filled with sensations likely as-before unexperienced. The excited beating of the infernal woman's heart, thundering in her ears, only broken by the slick, slippery sound of the incredibly tight throat muscles rippling across her saliva-soaked flesh with a 'schlorp' or a 'slrrrch', the heavily-muffled sounds of the succubus' delight, or - perhaps most fightening - the loud, eager rumble of a long-empty stomach just below her, already excitedly gearing up to digest it's latest guest alive. The slippery, saliva-coated flesh that rippled against her, tugging her inwards bit by bit, forcing her deeper and deeper towards the awaiting stomach below...


As her lips begin to creep over her dinner's leather top, Delia's expression of bliss lightens slightly. Armor - blegh. Not exactly the most appetizing thing to eat, and it covered up so much of the more delicious flavor, the sensation of that soft skin caressing her tongue as it passed deeper and deeper into her body...

...But it was a problem easily remedied.

The arm around the mage's back slips back around to her front, and with a single hand, deftly undoes the cuffs of her belt, slipping it out with a quick jerk and casually discarding it to the side. Her pants start to follow suit every bit as quickly, Delia's hand delving into the waistline and tugging it downwards with a few quick jerks, revealing the soft, peachy flesh of her meal's backside and the upper portions of her thighs, the former of which Delia quickly and firmly gropes with the exact same hand that had started to disrobe her. A quick squeeze, followed by a little slap, just to add a little more insult, and her hand once more delves back down to the girl's pants, pulling them downwards as her lips start to crest the bottom of her breasts, sinking towards her belly...



(( Slurrrrrrrrrp....!!!: 1d20+18 34 Delia grapples the mage and starts to swallow her! ))

[sansuki]

Snarling, Garth advances on the soldier who wounded him, slashing his sword around with more gusto than technique. Bringing his own up, the Imperial soldier parries each blow away with a worried expression on his face, the harsh clatter of metal on metal painfully loud in the enclosed cargo bay. The soldier looks unhappy, especially on seeing the mage being manhandled by Delia and even worse on seeing the way Chira is now looking at him with no trace of blindness whatsoever. "Uh... hey," he says over his shoulder to the other soldier, "I think it might be time to consider a- what are you doing?"

The other soldier looks guilty, pinning a squirming Mona's arms to her sides and back to a wall. "Well- I mean, I figure if I have one of her friends inside me when she's done with you, maybe she won't stomp my head into mush?" Chira just growls in response, tail flicking from side to side with obvious agitation as she starts advancing- but keeping her eyes on the soldier who wounded her instead of the one menacing Mona, much to the redheaded sorceress's chagrin.

Delia barely notices the interplay, if at all. She has more... pressing things to be concerned about, after all. Her leg's still sore, muscles twitching as the last of the electricity causes them to contract and relax spasmodically near where the sword went in... but as Xarius helpfully removes the sword, perhaps looking for a show and perhaps envying the irate mage in Delia's embrace, it's not enough to break the succubus's grasp. The mage quails, seeing Delia's anger, but there's anger of her own in her eyes. "If you didn't have help," she starts with a snarl before Delia interrupts and talks over her. Face gleaming with Delia's own drool, the mage jerks a few times at the tail and hand holding her where she is, wriggling to get free of Delia's suddenly much more hostile embrace. The thought of feeding the succubus was barely enough to make her fight back even when it promised to be a... relatively pleasant experience. Now that Delia is openly threatening agony, she's even more determined... but no longer has a weapon with which to punish the prisoner's presumption.

The boxes rattle as the mage's back collides with them, driven against the wooden boxes of rations as Delia endeavors to turn the mage herself into a particularly large ration. Forcing her meal's face onto her tongue, Delia again gets a tantalizing hint of the arcane power seething in the veins of this mere human- power that she, in her weakened state, could not have matched in a straight up arcane duel. But the rules had changed, and now the succubus's mouth was more important than her magic. And the mage had no answer to Delia's maw, sputtering in muffled fear and outrage as her head's shoved towards the back of her throat. She's yelling something, but Delia neither understands nor cares what's being shouted into the muffling embrace of her tongue. Instead, with her hand holding a hank of the mage's thick hair, she pushes deeper and swallows as quickly as possible to pull the mage's head into her throat. Now partly anchored, the succubus can relax a little, pulling her own hand free and starting to use it for more productive purposes. The rich stores of fat on the mage's chest bring a different, richer feeling to her meal... though in truth, with the power Delia can sense, the mage could be coated in bitter grease and leather and still be delectable just for the promise of what she'd gain once the body was thoroughly claimed. That she is, on her own, a delectable specimen only made this meal even more worth fighting for.

The mage thrashes around, trying to pull herself free. Delia can feel a surprising amount of physical strength for such a potent mage, be it in the hand's attempts to tear free of her tail or her legs grabbing onto the box behind her trying to use that as leverage to forcibly pull herself free. With a start, Delia can feel her pull herself a few inches out, chin re-cresting into the mouth from the throat as her sheer determination wars with the succubus's hunger. Another forceful swallow pulls her in to her chest, though. Inside, the mage has felt something like this... once before, but it was a different orifice, and done for mutual pleasure instead of to- feed. It had felt wonderful then, and while the physical sensations here might have been pleasant under other circumstances the master magi's survival instincts override any primitive desire for base pleasure. The sour drool coating her upper body and trickling down towards her navel wasn't a warm lubricant, it was the reminder that she was being eaten alive; the sounds of an excited heartbeat, muffled moans, and gurgling of a stomach that drowned out all outside noises were a reminder that Delia meant to make the entire mage's world, for the rest of her life (and perhaps longer), that same fleshy prison. She could faintly smell the acids already building up in Delia's stomach, eager to start softening her into energy and nutrition for the half-starved demoness- and being a demoness, the mage didn't know if even that would be the end of her pain. And so with more energy than planning, she kept fighting... and kept failing to gain more than a few inches with each lurch that were easily made back up by the next swallow and contraction of throat muscles around her chest, gripping the wide spot as they were also pulled into Delia's throat.

When Delia begins stripping the mage, she doesn't at first recognize what's going on- she is rather distracted. It's only when the succubus gives her rump a slap that her attention is drawn to something other than the slimy tunnel squeezing her through deeper into Delia's body, and the surprise of it actually makes the mage go rigid with shock long enough for a few swallows to bring her head deeper into Delia's chest. "HOW DARE YOU!?" she screeches, barely audible to Xarius as her pants are harshly yanked off. Soon enough, a naked rear and legs kick in the air as Delia tries to haul the woman up in the air to let gravity help her finish gulping her prize down.


((Delia's nomf succeeds, and the mage is Partially Swallowed.
Mage struggles to try to escape. Roll is a 20, and does not beat Delia's CMD.
Garth power attacks soldier. Misses!

Map Here (No change from last post)

Legend:
Black circles are barriers (stacks of boxes, etc) that are impassible
Gray circles are barrels or a few scattered boxes that count as Difficult Terrain
The purple stars are rope ladders (DC 5 climb check to get up/down with two move actions, or DC 10 to climb/descend in 1 move action); the forward one goes down, the middle one goes up to the top deck. Can be cut with an attack from a sharp weapon.
The yellow box is the area that's open to the sky; you can see a ramp raised up on the top deck that'll need to be lowered for Chira to climb to the top deck when you're done here.
Red S's are soldiers like what you already fought, Cs are crewmen, and the red M seems to be the lady in charge.
Dark Green letters are friendly NPCs (C-hira, M-ona, G-arth), light green are you (D-elia, X-arius).
Each square is 5 feet.

Init-
Delia 22 (34/52 HP, Swallowing Mage)
Mage 16 (Partially Swallowed by Delia)
Garth 13 (Wounded)
Xarius 12 (39/53 HP) <- Here
Mona 11 (Lightly Wounded, grappled by Soldier #2)
Soldiers 7 (#1: Wounded, #2 grappling Mona, #3: Wounded )
Crewmen 6 (#3: Unconscious)
Chira 4 (Wounded, 1 medium meal (not stuffed yet))

Globals:
Inspire Courage: +2 to attack, damage, and saving throws against charm or fear effects.
Glitterdust: Basically the entire cargo hold is glittery now (5 more rounds)

[XarcesTheDelicious]

Transitioning his fingers from one blade to the next, Xarius allows his previous heavy sword to clatter harmlessly to the ground. Focusing his efforts on relieving the mage of her current weapon, as well as procuring a weapon better suited to his fighting style. While the armor and shield he was using were not to his liking, having a more familiar weapon would go a long way in making the rest of the combat easier on the neko. "Oh don't you fuss....where your going you won't be needing this anyways." Xarius coyly comments as he secures his finger's position around the hilt of the blade. Bumping off the mage's grip, just in time to swipe the blade away completely.

With the sword removed from the mage's grip, Xarius gives Delia a confident grin. He hoped she appreciated it.. and judging by the way she was looking at him she did. Her gaze regains some of the softness lost in the sudden attack, her lips curl into a partial smile, as her eyes slip down his form, down to settle on.... she couldn't have noticed! Could she! Xarius shifts with slight discomfort, upon realizing where the succubus' eyes where beginning to linger. Oh gods, how embarrassing.... he'd thought for sure his stance wouldn't have given away his excitement, and yet... the length at which she stared, the location....perhaps he was just being paranoid, but surely she had taken notice. Of course she had....she's a succubus after all. No matter how weak, and Xarius knew it.

Of course he couldn't deny the fact he liked what he was seeing. Not only the image of Delia herself, her luscious curves, and supple flesh barely contained within the tattered prison garb she still wore. Not to mention the way she was working the mage into her mouth, was wrapping her lips around her head, down and onto her neck, oh he could only imagine how that might feel....her lips wrapped around areas of his body, if not his body in it's entirety. It was a shame the mage put up such a fuss, the scene could have been so much more enjoyable to behold had it not been for her fussing, and protesting as she was. Granted much of this was muffled to the point of near incomprehensibility, even so Xarius possessed keen ears that picked up on most of the things she was saying. A cute little smile spreading across his face as Delia settles in to enjoy her meal, even if she was being more forceful and straight forward about it. She was no longer getting hurt, no longer being shocked or stabbed, and in a sense, was happy for a moment. This made a warmth spread through the catboy's body, even greater than the concentrated warmth that continues to throb heavily in his pants.

For all the enjoyment Xarius was getting out of observing Delia's attempt at consuming the mage.. he'd completely turned his back on the soldier behind him, shrugging him off as more of a nuisance than anything. Truly showing the soldier no respect, as Xarius is even able to dodge a blow while his efforts had focused on disarming the mage. The follow up attack however would strike true, or rather would clatter bluntly against his armor, drawing the wind from his lungs once again in the form of a surprised wince. "Do you mind!" Xarius grumbles unhappily, spinning around on the spot with his new weapon in hand. Testing out the balance, the craftsmanship, and the feel of the blade in his grip in an instant. Then with one quick thrusting motion he's plunging the rapier deep into the soldier's body, a painfully precise blow..... serves him right for interrupting such a wonderful sight... Xarius grumbles to himself, pulling the blade back with a casual comment "Hrmm not half bad, definitely a step up from the heavy swords you soldier's wield."

Xarius' ears twitch from the sounds coming from the other side of the room. Garth bellowing out in pain, Mona struggling against someone, and even Chira didn't seem to be having the greatest of luck, much to the dismay of the cargo around her. "Seems the rest of us aren't doing so hot..." Xarius comments, taking a quick moment to ensure the soldier was disabled, before turning around to address the situation, only to get a face full of the mage's naked rear wiggling desperately in his face. "Eh, not a bad tush on that one..." he comments, reaching out to give it a brisk pat " No were near as good as the one she's about to become a part of though." he both comments, and teases, shooting Delia a charming little smirk before squeezing the mages rump one final time "A shame we'll never get to make each other's acquaintance." and with that he sends the mage off, making his way past Delia and leaving her to her fate as succubus chow.

What Xarius sees upon stepping out into the open once more does not please him. Garth looks like he's been seriously wounded, along with several of the barrels and boxes in he and Chira's vicinity. The orc is flailing madly at the soldier opposite him which has managed to keep the cutting edge at bay thus far... Garth was clearly a great deal more unfamiliar with these blade's than Xarius had been. Mona....was no where to be seen however, or at least not initially. As the paladin gets closer, he takes note of her fiery hair, peeking over the shoulder of a struggling elvish soldier... one who appeared to have her pinned against the wall. Eeesh.. things had not gone well for the three of them... where Delia had only been unfortunate enough to get jabbed once, and he'd been bruised a couple of times from lucky shots.... the rest of their groups situations were looking rather pitiful in comparison. Xarius sighs heavily, pressing his hand against his chest for but a moment, allowing the healing energy inside to bubble up to the surface, divine power to course through his veins and mend the damage inflicted upon his body. The healing wasn't much as he didn't have time to spare to properly restore himself...but every little bit would help, especially if he was going to help the others get out of this combat alive.... Once he was in range, and able to better assess the situation, Xarius calls out to the others, attempting to instill some manner of order to the chaos going on around them. "Chira, see if you can't help Mona out ... Garth and I can deal with this one." he instructs while pointing his blade toward the soldier desperately defending himself against Garth's attacks, Xarius hoping the centaur would see reason and aid the mage in the corner. As it would take a little time before he could get to her himself.



Xarius

Spoiler: show

attacking the soldier, and moving into the middle of the room, towards the comotion in the corner. Should end up right beside Garth. After that he'll use a swift action to use lay on hands on himself.


Self heals: 3d6 6


soldier swats: 1d20+14 34


Soldier swats crit confirm: 1d20+14 34

soldier swats crit dmg: 2d6+8 15

[sansuki]

Irritated at the soldier's presumption, Xarius whirls with his newfound blade and lances it right through the human's lung, withdrawing it in a smooth motion. It wasn't the same as a good bow, but the balance was excellent, the point was as sharp as anyone could like, and the enchantment seemed to let him move it as though it was a lighter weapon without losing any of the impact of a stab. The effect is notable; the soldier drops his weapon, one hand going to the deceptively small puncture wound in his armor putting pressure on it out of sheer instinct. Even with that, he lapses into bleeding unconsciousness soon after his rear hits the deck, slumping over with a look of surprise still on his face. Leaving Delia to finish her meal, Xarius bounds back the way he came, trying to rally the other prisoners to finish overcoming this guard detachment before any others can arrive- but not before patting the mage's exposed rear in passing, drawing an irate shriek from Delia's intended meal.

Unfortunately, few people are listening to him, for various reasons. As he arrives, the luckiest soldier on the ship swings his sword, cutting deep into the half-orc's side. At this latest wound, Garth's eyes glaze over, and Xarius can see a bit of foam starting to gather at the man's lips. The soldier pales and backs away, but Chira's quick to leap a few feet forward and put the front of her body between Garth and either soldier. "No, Xarius. She'll live longer in his stomach than Garth will if he keeps swordfighting this one." Reaching out, she grabs the soldier with both hands, one around the human's neck and one around his shield arm, lifting him a foot off the deck with barely a grunt of effort. "You want to stab someone, stab me- it'll make my stomach hungrier," Chira promises the man.

Seeing that her immediate prospects for succor (as opposed to being sucked) are limited, Mona groans. "Really? This guy's just some half-elf from the slums given shiny armor and a sword, and-" without continuing the thought, she quickly casts a spell. Impressive, given that she's being bearhugged, shoved against a wall, and drooled on; it's a feat of concentration that says better than her actual results that the sorceress has a formidable mind. A pale gray beam fires into the soldier's chest, and those nearby can see the man's muscles visibly shrink under the arcane assault. As she feels her spell work, Mona smirks, "Alright! Not feeling quite so brave now, are you? Feeling... weaker? I know where you can rest and recover all that strmrggffgGGGHHH!!!!!" Undaunted by his magical weakness, the half-elven soldier quickly distends his jaws with a wince of pain, forcing his head onto Mona's and pushing down to her chest in a single lunge that would have done credit to a real predator, let alone an ersatz one like this soldier. Mona almost seems too surprised to really fight back at the insult of being eaten by such a novice- but the soldier glances back at his comrade in Chira's grip, and decides that getting around one of the prisoners is the only way to live through this nightmare.

As one of the other crewman finally gropes his way onto the rope ladder leading to the top deck and scales it slowly, there's a grand commotion from below. A few seconds later, a blond elvish man emerges from the hatch, holding his sword at the ready. He looks pretty fierce, really. Except for the fact that he does not actually have any pants on, or anything below the waist at all, and is visibly still a little erect from something. "Alright, what's so godsdamned vital that you yank me out of my ro-" he pauses, seeing the bodies on the floor and the jailbreak in progress. "BELLA GET UP HERE," he roars without missing a beat, and a scant second later a tan-furred woman leaps vertically through the hatch, landing on the edge. She, at least, has most of her- wait, no. Pants are on, but her leather armor is a vest, not secured, and there's very clearly nothing underneath that; also, her fur is mussed with a few wet spots around her face, and she definitely looks frumpled despite the slim sword at the ready. She looks pretty lithe, without much muscle except for thick thighs and calves- looking around the room, she yelps when she sees the crewman on the ground near Garth. "Holy shit, the prisoners have escaped!"

"No, you think?!" The elven soldier- Xarius recognizes an officer's decoration on the parts of his armor he's actually wearing- snarls. He looks over the rest of the ship, and gapes when he sees one of his men halfway around someone, but visibly doesn't make a fuss. Drawing his sword, he says, "Help me get them back in their cells-"

"Or what?! You and your men are supposed to be security! You said they had it in hand, that we could go into my room and-"

"Never mind that, you stupid bitch!" The elf says. "We can argue after we put down this rising!"

"Oh, NOW it's stupid bitch?" The rabbit retorts. "Funny, five minutes ago it was 'oh, right there, don't stop, gods yes', but now it's stupid bitch? I-" She bites off her retort, looking again at the crewman. "Alright, you prisoners, you're killin' my people, and as first officer of this ship I gotta take exception to that. Get back in your cells, or I'll carry yez there in my belly."


((Xarius KOs the soldier and moves back towards the main body of the fight.
Mona attempts to defensively cast, while grappled, Ray of Enfeeblement. Casting Defensively check is +15 vs. DC 17, and the check to cast while grappled is the same against DC 16, so anything other than a 1 works. A 33 and a 22 succeeds. Ranged touch attack (with penalty) is an 11, barely hitting. Soldier succeeds on the fort save to take half damage, and loses 3 strength.
Soldier #1 crits his stabilization roll and is no longer dying.
Soldier #2 actually rolls a freaking 19. Mona is partially swallowed. Mona is the least lucky NPC in history.
Soldier #3 presses the attack on Garth. Attack hits for another- are you serious? max damage on the damage roll. 13 damage. He then backs up.
Crewman #1 rouses reinforcements.
Crewman #2 escapes topside.
Crewman #3 succeeds stabilization roll, and is unconscious.
Chira steps forward to shield Garth and grabs the soldier. Literally anything but 1 succeeds. She rolls a 2.
Reinforcements arrive.

Map Here

Legend:
Black circles are barriers (stacks of boxes, etc) that are impassible
Gray circles are barrels or a few scattered boxes that count as Difficult Terrain
The purple stars are rope ladders (DC 5 climb check to get up/down with two move actions, or DC 10 to climb/descend in 1 move action); the forward one goes down, the middle one goes up to the top deck. Can be cut with an attack from a sharp weapon.
The yellow box is the area that's open to the sky; you can see a ramp raised up on the top deck that'll need to be lowered for Chira to climb to the top deck when you're done here.
Red S's are soldiers like what you already fought, Cs are crewmen, and the red M seems to be the lady in charge.
The Red E is an elven army lieutenant.
The Red B is a rabbit-girl second-in-command of the ship. They were apparently enjoying each other when you so rudely interrupted.
Dark Green letters are friendly NPCs (C-hira, M-ona, G-arth), light green are you (D-elia, X-arius).
Each square is 5 feet.

Init-
Delia 22 (34/52 HP, Swallowing Mage) <- Here
Rabbit 21
Mage 16 (Partially Swallowed by Delia)
Garth 13 (Severely Wounded)
Xarius 12 (45/53 HP)
Mona 11 (Lightly Wounded, Partially Swallowed by Soldier #2)
Soldiers 7 (#1: Unconscious, #2 grappling Mona, #3: Wounded, Grappled by Chira )
Crewmen 6 (#3: Unconscious)
Lieutenant 5
Chira 4 (Wounded, Grappling Soldier #3, 1 medium meal (not stuffed yet))

Globals:
Glitterdust: Basically the entire cargo hold is glittery now (4 more rounds)))

[CassyInko]

(( Gulp! GUUUURGLE......: 1d20+18 34 Looks like mage has found herself squished into a succubus tummy! >:3 ))

Out of the corner of her eye, Delia notes with no small level of smugness that one of the soldiers had Mona's head stuffed into his mouth. It wasn't exactly DANGEROUS for her - at least not yet - but it went a long way to mollifying the succubus after the human's rather deliberate wording about her own 'place' just a little prior. Besides, she'd be safer inside of a stomach than she would getting stabbed with blades and blasted with magic...assuming, of course, they got her out in a reasonable amount of time.

So, pushing Mona's predicament from her mind, Delia once more focuses almost completely upon the mage who, despite her valiant attempts to squirm free, was coming closer and closer to realizing her fate as demoness food. Admittedly, there were times when she grew a little nervous, her weakened state allowing the mage to pull back her head a little bit here, to squirm her shoulders free a little there....but, hunger really was the best spice, and more and more, the eager, almost desperate rumble of her tummy lent strength to her arms, and the mage felt herself slowly losing the battle against the succubus making all attempts to ingest her.

The battle becomes further one-sided once the mage's chest finally slips past Delia's lips and into the undulating embrace of her throat. With her shoulders and breasts allowing the succubus' throat to get a better grip, and her center of gravity shifting so that more and more of the leverage ended up being in Delia's favor, the potential conclusion ends up becoming the eventual - a little adjustment of Delia's hands downwards along the mage's backside, and another eager swallow, and her arms are completely trapped against her side, unable to fight back against the peristaltic motions of the demoness' throat, much less actually fight against her far more powerful swallows, each excited, hungry gulp pulling her in a half-foot, drawing her closer and closer to the eager succubus' equally as eager-sounding stomach. Just as she feels Delia's lips start to creep upwards along her lower belly...

Sch..slrrrp...slrrrccch!

The red-headed mage briefly feels an intense pressure against the top of her head, a tight ring of muscle that seems wholly unwilling to part enough to allow her head inside. Delia's eager swallows, though, only give her a brief moment to experience her body being more or less piled up atop her before, with a wet 'slrrrp', the tight little ring of muscle irises open and allows her head to squeeze through, followed closely by her neck and shoulders. With the wet, slippery sound of saliva-soaked flesh upon saliva-soaked flesh, the mage presses face-first into the slick, slimy-feeling walls of the succubus' stomach, the tight little space conforming to her head as tightly as a glove might fit a hand. If the succubus' throat had been constrictive, the tight, velvety inside of her stomach was veritably strangulating, the hot, saliva-and-acid soaked walls squeezing inwardly around the mage's head eagerly, only stretching just enough to allow the next inch of her inside as she is swallowed more and more.

As discomforting as the mage's trip was, Delia was veritably in heaven. Or, her own version of hell, which might as well have been heaven. Even now, with just a small portion of the doomed woman's delectable body squeezing inside of her stomach, she could feel that gnawing hunger that had been seated in the middle of her belly for so long abating, replaced by the wonderful sensation of a full belly, and with oh-so-much-more to come. Mmm, it helped that the mage was delicious, her sea-spray kissed skin tangy and smooth, just soft enough to hint at how delightful it would be to feel her slowly but surely coming apart under the slow but constant churning of her hungry belly. As the girl's center of gravity shifts more and more in Delia's direction, the succubus eases her hands downwards a little more along those soft, shapely thighs...and, with a sudden heave, lifts the girl up.

Gluk!

A deep, throaty swallow fills the mage's ears as her belly slide right along Delia's tongue and into the saliva-coated embrace of her throat, leaving nothing but a bare rump and a pair of kicking legs visible to the outside world. For a moment, it seems as though her downwards decent has come to a halt, as Delia's hands lift off of her thighs, her jaws repositioning slightly to accept the widest part of the struggling mage's hips...

SMACK!

The mage feels a sudden impact of two hands upon her rump, a kinky slap and subsequent grope from her succubi predator that leaves her cheeks stinging slightly. Equal parts insult and usefulness, Delia smacks the mage-girl's shapely rump one final time, forcing it between her lips, and - with a moan of pleasure that is just barely audible with a throat full of squirming mage, tilts her head almost straight back, forcing the girl's kicking legs up against the boxes of rations that filled the hold. For a moment, Delia's tongue lingers upon the soft, bare sex nestled between the girl's thighs, toying with the idea of giving her a little hint of pleasure before her inevitable descent into her belly...but, the lingering pain in her side is enough to dissuade her, the slick, dexterous tongue instead merely lightly coursing along the mages' inner thigh, as if to say 'This could have been so much better...for you'.


Reaching up and grabbing her boots, Delia pulls them off and tosses them casually to the side, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and - head still tilted straight back...

...She relaxes her throat muscle, eyes shutting...

Glu...gulp!'

One final swallow is all it takes for the mage's legs to disappear, little more than a lump in Delia's throat that quickly disappears downwards, only to reappear as a rapidly-growing bulge in the succubus' midsection.

"MMmmmfffffff yesssssssss....!" Delia exhales in complete and utter bliss, her body shivering in pleasure as she feels the mage's body slide fully down her throat and into her eagerly awaiting stomach. It had felt like ages since she'd last had such a vivacious meal, and in that moment, with the mage squeezing into her belly, she could hardly have imagined anything more pleasant. As the last vague shape of the mage girl's feet slide out of her throat past her collarbone, Delia shamelessly reaches up and grabs each of her breasts, squeezing them though the thin, tattered material of her piteous clothing. Ooohhh, so sensitive...Mmmph, there was really nothing like such a lively, squirming meal settling into one's stomach, awaiting a nice, slow digestion that'd give her the nutrients - and spiritual energy - that she needed to replenish what she'd lost.

'Ahhhh...that a girl...Mmmfff, settle in...got a long day of digestion ahead of you. Who knows - maybe we'll get some private time later to enjoy it, mmm? " The whispered promise was only just loud enough for the mage to hear over the eager sounds of the succubus' stomach stirring to life, soft gurgles and groans that hinted at the production of stomach acids that would slowly but surely take her apart.

For all of Delia's delight, the mage found the experience...less enjoyable. Most notable was the tightness - Delia's slender little tummy hardly seemed large enough to accept her head, much less all of her, and yet as the peristaltic motions of the throat force her into the far-too-small space, she can feel it stretching tightly around her, JUST enough to allow the next little bit inside. The acrid smell of stomach acids tickles her nose as she's forced face-first against the slimy walls of the succubus' stomach, her body scrunching in upon itself and more and more was forced into the tight elastic digestive sac alongside her. There was simply no room, and yet, in the span of a quarter-minute, she finds herself entirely squished inside her new, temporary home, the eager, lightly-rippling walls squeezing tightly around her, conforming to her as she struggled for freedom...


((Delia moves 30 feet back behind her allies!))

The sudden appearance of the lapine and the captain draws Delia's victory grope to an abrupt closure. Mmm, she could veritably TASTE the sexual energy upon the two, a sensation that further added to her own enjoyment "Awww...did we interrupt? Mmph. That's no good. Why don't you two go back to your cabin and enjoy yourselves? We can talk about the ownership of the ship later." Rather than sticking around in easy arm-reach, Delia lightly skips back, retracing her steps to reach the mage until she slips in behind the larger, more protective flank of the centaur.


Stats!

Spoiler: show

AC - 15
CMD - 20
CMD Vs Grapple/Swallow - 23
HP - 34/52

Spell Resistance - 18

Belly AC - 18
Mage's escape DC - 22

[sansuki]

While back in the corner, Mona and Chira struggle- with wildly varying degrees of success, one being full of soldier and the other about to make a soldier full- Delia hardly even has time to notice. As the rabbit and her elven apparently-lover scoot up the ladder, the succubus's tongue rests on a mage's flesh and her stomach finally awakens to the the possibility of having live, squirming food stretching it out for the first time in far too long. The gurgling, needy groan from Delia's midsection is loud enough that the rabbit's ears fold back a good twenty feet away, making her blink in surprise. Needless to say, the unhappy mage can't hear anything while the stomach makes Delia's hunger plain, and she starts squirming even harder to get free. As she does, Delia lifts the woman's legs up, getting a hold on her hips to control the rest of the mage's descent.

The mage hadn't spent as much time in Imperial service without getting a hungry orifice around her once or twice. This time was no different, not at the core; some other creature was putting her in their body, with the full intent of not letting her out until she was... well, no longer a mage. She had to get out, but knew from experience that the soundest way of escape was to have enough allies nearby to cut you free. Given that her soldiers were only barely holding their own, and that she knew nobody else was nearby save for the wretched, razor-tongued first mate and the meathead lieutenant of her guard, this didn't inspire a great deal of confidence. As a result, feeling her chest and stomach crushed by the hungry throat between swallows, her movements get more desperate as she feels the throat claim more of her body. Though there isn't much time for fun for the wounded succubus, when the succubus finally gets an unclothed part of the mage's body into her mouth the sudden slimy, hot tongue probing her thighs and rear draws a startled jerk and indignant cry from the mage- though she barely has time to react to that before feeling herself get spanked. The stinging heat radiates from there, different from the body heat enveloping her from the waist up and the hot slime coating her head and shoulders as the stomach starts stretching around its meal. "How dare you! I am an Imperial mage of the second rank, not some slut for you to toy with!" she yells, but... the slime covering her face and the tight, muffling stomach wall means that all Delia can hear is an irate indistinct gurgling noise.

Without the freedom to tease her meal more, Delia keeps gulping after getting the mage's wide hips into her mouth. After that, the kicking legs present little difficulty for the succubus as her instincts come to the fore, and she quickly pulls those into her mouth as well. Inside, the mage turns and squirms frantically trying to get her bearings in the sudden dark, slimy, hot prison. More of her body is pushed in, and the stomach obligingly stretches for each extra pound of flesh given it. By the end, it's terribly cramped- though Delia vaguely remembers being able to fit more in, one human now feels as though she's stretched to the limit and awkward with such a weight hanging off her body. That's little comfort to the mage, though, as slimy acids drool freely over her clothes and skin. With as tight as the walls are, there's not much churning that can be done- the stomach's natural desire to get back to its resting volume provides enough pressure on the mage's body to slowly melt and squeeze her deeper into the succubus's body, if she can't escape. The pounding of Delia's excited heartbeat fills the mage with dread, and she instinctively curls up around her hands to protect them as she tries to cast a spell. If she could weaken this uppity prisoner, sap her strength, it'd be simplicity itself to crawl out and chastise the woman before she was clapped back in irons. Just a simple spell of enfeeblement, she could hardly miss... but while the mage has a little experience being swallowed, casting a spell while being digested isn't a trivial task. The slime coating her fingertips ruins her ability to make the delicate, precise movements needed, the gurgling sounds of a living body around her fill the mage's mind with enough confusion to shatter her concentration, and the tingling already spreading over her body is enough to cause fright sufficient to spoil her intent.

Delia can feel the spell fizzle inside her. Somehow, even through her stomach, she can taste the... essence of the mage, can sift out the flavor of someone magically strong, can remember all the rainbow of tastes a living soul has inside her. Something's not quite right- she should already be pulling the mage's insolent soul out to take it's proper place eternally melting inside her curves, but the mage is stubbornly intact. Perhaps it's some aftereffect of her exile. But no matter- she could savor the feeling of at last being full. Her prisoner's clothes hadn't been designed to deal with another person stretching out the body they clothe, and while the dirty cloth hadn't torn off entirely, it was split up the middle and resting on Delia's shoulders like a vest, barely covering her breasts and letting her bare stomach hang out for all to admire. The mage was clearly visible inside there, struggling still against the hunger trying to claim her. She's also not used to even a single meal, though she remembers having much more- her steps, as she withdraws back towards Xarius, are short and unsteady and she almost falls over once. Still, she pulls away from the new arrivals, conscious of a number of eyes on her now thicker figure already.

"Oi," the rabbit says, interested. "That was Katje, wasn't it?"

"That IS Katje," the elf says.

"Dunno, she looks like succubus fat now. Weren't you supposed to protect her?" The rabbit snickers, before gathering her legs under her and leaping. She sails almost a good ten yards in the air, landing closer to- but just tantalizingly out of easy reach for- Xarius, looking between him and Delia with interest. "Alright, you made your point. And the mood's already gone, darlin," she tells Delia. "I mean, after watching his responsibility get eaten, he'd hardly-"

The rabbit pauses, looking behind her and down a little, and laughs. "Okay, so I guess his mood's not quite gone."

As Delia moves, the mage- Katje, apparently- sways from side to side hanging from the succubus's front, the motion disorienting her even more. She can only hear muffled conversation from outside, though Delia's words are absolutely clear and horrifying. "Long day of- absolutely not!" She squalls. "Let me go right this instant!" Pushing against the stomach walls, she can't get any purchase immediately. Every bulge she makes is quickly pushed back into shape by the elastic belly walls with an additional spurt of acid to reward a feisty meal. Every touch on her stomach walls sends a fresh wave of pleasure through Delia, especially when the mage gathers enough pressure to distort her walls; it'd almost be a shame when she stopped squirming... though of course, then another pleasurable, longer and slower process would begin.

Garth, staggered, gives the rabbit and newcome elf a glare; "Chira, you have this?"

The centuar briskly nods, already opening her mouth to try to cram a second soldier in. Garth leaves her to take care of herself and Mona, drawing himself battered and bloody in front of Delia to cut off the rabbit's chances of hopping right up to the engorged succubus and holds his sword at the ready. Personal differences did not allow him to let a... coworker be threatened when he could defend her.

((Delia finishes swallowing the mage. She is now Stuffed, and so can only make it 20 feet instead of 30; I moved her back as far as I could!
Rabbit leaps 25 feet and defends.
Mage attempts to cast a spell. This will require a DC 24 (+10 on roll) concentration check and a DC 18 (+7 on roll) spell resistance check. Concentration check is a 13 and fails.
Garth moves to cover the easy approach to Delia and goes on defense.

Map Here

Legend:
Black circles are barriers (stacks of boxes, etc) that are impassible
Gray circles are barrels or a few scattered boxes that count as Difficult Terrain
The purple stars are rope ladders (DC 5 climb check to get up/down with two move actions, or DC 10 to climb/descend in 1 move action); the forward one goes down, the middle one goes up to the top deck. Can be cut with an attack from a sharp weapon.
The yellow box is the area that's open to the sky; you can see a ramp raised up on the top deck that'll need to be lowered for Chira to climb to the top deck when you're done here.
Red S's are soldiers like what you already fought, Cs are crewmen, and the red M seems to be the lady in charge.
The Red E is an elven army lieutenant.
The Red B is a rabbit-girl second-in-command of the ship. They were apparently enjoying each other when you so rudely interrupted.
Dark Green letters are friendly NPCs (C-hira, M-ona, G-arth), light green are you (D-elia, X-arius). Bold letters are stuffed.
Each square is 5 feet.

Init-
Delia 22 (34/52 HP, Stuffed)
Rabbit 21
Mage 16 (Swallowed by Delia)
Garth 13 (Severely Wounded)
Xarius 12 (45/53 HP) <-Here
Mona 11 (Lightly Wounded, Partially Swallowed by Soldier #2)
Soldiers 7 (#1: Unconscious, #2 grappling Mona, #3: Wounded, Grappled by Chira )
Crewmen 6 (#3: Unconscious)
Lieutenant 5
Chira 4 (Wounded, Grappling Soldier #3, 1 medium meal (not stuffed yet))

Globals:
Glitterdust: Basically the entire cargo hold is glittery now (3 more rounds)))

[XarcesTheDelicious]

Xarius scowls in Chira's direction as she defies his direction, deciding instead of freeing up their mage, to focus her efforts on the sole enemy within his immediate striking distance, thus extending the duration of the combat even further. "If I was incapable of dealing with him, perhaps, but chances are he wouldn't have even had a chance to attack Garth again..." Xarius bites his tongue, leaving his retort at that, where as his mind was filled with all manner of comments alluding to the incompetence of his temporary allies and how poorly they had performed in combat thus far. Chira being the only one capable of dispatching a lowly soldier, and even then she seemed to only be able to do so with her stomach effectively... Xarius truly was perplexed by how bad things had been going for them. Mona had gotten herself injured and pinned and all but eaten by a common soldier, and Garth was on the verge of toppling over after the briefest exchange in combat. Chira while doing the best of the three, still had the markings from the heavy damage she'd sustained in the previous little scuffle. So all in all, they were each having a very bad time on their own.

With the arrival of the two newcomers things where not looking any better for his unlucky allies. Xarius taking a moment to eye them each, is not particularly impressed by either the elf nor the lapine, though he wagers either are more than his allies would be able to handle on their own, especially injured as they all were. Were he properly equipped he wagered he'd have little trouble in taking out either, or even both of them at once. Geared as he was however.... it would be a drawn out battle. Thus Xarius decides it would be best to continue his efforts in untangling the others from the corner, they were in a sense his responsibility after all, and his best chance at freedom, to abandon any of them now would only lessen his chance of escape. Mona was a mage, and mages needed the support of martially trained individual's in battle to keep things like this from happening, this much Xarius understood, support she had not received from this lot. She'd at least attempted to rectify the situation herself, as apposed to Garth, who while Xarius did not want to abandon as he strides before the bunny girl, was acting quite reckless. At least with everyone free, particularly Mona and her magic, they'd have numbers on their side and could make short work of the chatty newcomers.

Turning towards Delia Xarius sees her for the first time since leaving her side, he had to admit she looked good with a belly full of an actively squirming meal, and the catboy pauses for a moment to silently admire her. He does not dawdle for long however, as the bunny hopping forward catches his attention. Delia, take care of Garth, don't let him do anything reckless. The two of you should fall back to us once you have the chance. I'm going to free up Mona and Chira, it shouldn't take long" He calls out to her. "As for you knew comers, I trust your wise enough to realize when your outnumbered and outmatched, Go back to enjoying yourselves while you've the chance. Once I'm done here, I won't be as forgiving." With that Xarius places a hand upon his chest and channels the divine magics of his goddess flowing through his veins, healing himself entirely, as his skin, fur, and hair almost seem to glow vibrantly.

Fully restored Xarius was feeling better than he had in a long while, even after spending so much time in a cell, the effect of his healing had him feeling full of energy and life. Flicking his tail and lowering his ears, the neko hops over the cargo and debris blocking his path. Slipping in behind Chira, a position he'd been in once before while nestled into her cell, closing the distance with the soldier who was attempting to make a meal of Mona, Xarius plunges his blade right into the soldier's shoulder. " Now I know it's rude of me to butt in, but Mona's under my protection you see, and if your eating those under my protection, then your gonna have to answer to me. So how about you spit her out and go on your way.... unless you don't quite get my point, in which case..I assure you, you will after a few more jabs." Xarius comments pulling the pointed blade back, only to level it with the soldier once more. readying himself for a follow up attack.

Xarius

Spoiler: show

self heals: 3d6 14

Stabby pokes: 1d20+14 27

stabby pokes dmg: 1d6+4 8

should be 10 dmg total once you factor in succubus wiggles :3

[sansuki]

Striding through the battle, Xarius's disappointment in his fellow inmates was perhaps harsh, but not unfounded; their record hasn't been a stellar one, yet. Almost casually healing himself, the feline strides up to the soldier who doesn't even see him; his eyes are rolled back in his head as his tongue roves over Mona's slightly dirty flesh. It's pretty apparent he's never had anything even a little like this in his life, both from his lack of anything approaching proper technique to devour someone and from the slight whimpering noises coming from the back of his throat as he awkwardly tries to push Mona down. The stolen rapier pokes through a joint in the man's armor, stabbing down into his side, but aside from a muffled yelp of pain he doesn't appear to notice. That may be because his would-be meal is pushing back, wrenching her body back and forth within the tight confines of the soldier's grip and using her hands and knees to great effect. Not, of course, that her knee's doing any real damage, not with the armor on that soldier, but the impacts to what would be extremely sensitive areas without said armor are necessarily distracting. In the end, even the sorceress's faint strength is enough to wrench herself free with a wet *pop* and a spray of drool showing just how much the soldier had appreciated his taste of the spicy Mona. "Yeergghhhh!" Mona growls, scraping shiny drool from her face with her hands frantically. "Smelled like stale ale and hardtack-" she gives Xarius a friendly smile before scowling at Chira, "At least SOMEONE wasn't about to let this- this idiot-"

"You were fine," Chira rumbles, still holding her guard pinned against the ship's wall. "You were stronger than him. I judged it more useful to-" She pauses, and then opens her mouth wide. This close, Xarius has an intimate view of what she does to this unfortunate soldier. There's no art, the way Delia devoured her meal; for Chira, at least with this soldier, she simply wanted to eat her meal and get on with the fight. Ignoring a sudden cry of fear, the centaur slammed him into the back of her throat and started swallowing, letting her body take quick control of the still armed human and bundling him down into her body without any particular difficulty or fuss. This close, Xarius can watch the somewhat awe-inspiring sight of the soldier's struggling bulge being shoved through behind the centaur's breasts, human stomach, and on to the already existing bulge hanging down under her body. A scream of revulsion shows that the soldier gets rapidly acquainted with his comrade who's been stewing for a few minutes in Chira's gullet, already too weak to resist. With two people Xarius's size, the bulge in Chira's body is still noticeable... and yet, she seems to not be particularly bothered by the hundreds of pounds of extra weight. Burping slightly, she turns her gaze to the last of the common soldiers, adding, "-remove enemies from the fight. They will not leave my stomach until I'm ready to dispose of them, and Mona could at the very worst keep this one occupied. Look at him- you think his acids have any bite to them?" Mona reddens, and adds- dodging a sword slash from the disoriented, slightly walleyed human, "That's not the *point*, you overgrown mule! We have to work together to get us all out of this! HE understands, why can't you!?"

With a snort, the pantsless and still slightly aroused elvish lieutenant begins moving down towards the fray, weapon in hand. Taking in the state of the battlefield, he moves ten feet or so from the still quivering Garth, and says, "Alright. Let's get the damned mage out of that one, and then worry about the centaur," while staring down the orc- who seems more than ready to accept the implicit challenge. The lieutenant and rabbit trade glances, and then a quick, almost subliminal nod.

((Xarius heals himself back to full and reaches out and pokes a soldier who is just learning about the wonders of vore.
Mona squirms for all she's worth. She just barely manages to escape.
Soldier #1 is stable.
Soldier #2 tries to stab Mona and misses.
Soldier #3 attempts to escape and does not escape.
Lieutenant moves into position.
Chira attempts to slurp down a second soldier. Two vore checks; both succeed. Centaur has a second soldier in her stomach.

Map Here

Legend:
Black circles are barriers (stacks of boxes, etc) that are impassible
Gray circles are barrels or a few scattered boxes that count as Difficult Terrain
The purple stars are rope ladders (DC 5 climb check to get up/down with two move actions, or DC 10 to climb/descend in 1 move action); the forward one goes down, the middle one goes up to the top deck. Can be cut with an attack from a sharp weapon.
The yellow box is the area that's open to the sky; you can see a ramp raised up on the top deck that'll need to be lowered for Chira to climb to the top deck when you're done here.
Red S's are soldiers like what you already fought, Cs are crewmen, and the red M seems to be the lady in charge.
The Red E is an elven army lieutenant.
The Red B is a rabbit-girl second-in-command of the ship. They were apparently enjoying each other when you so rudely interrupted.
Dark Green letters are friendly NPCs (C-hira, M-ona, G-arth), light green are you (D-elia, X-arius). Bold letters are stuffed.
Each square is 5 feet.

Init-
Delia 22 (34/52 HP, Stuffed) <-Here
Rabbit 21
Mage 16 (Swallowed by Delia)
Garth 13 (Severely Wounded)
Xarius 12
Mona 11 (Lightly Wounded, Grappled by Soldier #2)
Soldiers 7 (#1: Unconscious, #2 grappling Mona, #3: Wounded, swallowed by Chira )
Crewmen 6 (#3: Unconscious)
Lieutenant 5
Chira 4 (Wounded, 2 medium meals (not stuffed yet))

Globals:
Glitterdust: Basically the entire cargo hold is glittery now (3 more rounds)))

[CassyInko]

Even in the midst of combat, with her side stinging from the mage's blow and the real prospect of being clamped back in irons looming before her, Delia cannot help but shiver at the absolutely heavenly sensation of the delectable mage's body sliding fully into her all-too-eager-to-accept stomach. She makes no attempt to even bite back the moan that rose in her throat, a soft but audible 'Mmmmmmmmm!' of absolute delight rising from her soft, pretty lips as the lively mage settles in nice and snug. By the abyss itself, it had felt like a veritable ETERNITY since last she’d felt the invigorating sensation of something of substance squirming in her stomach, and the poor doomed mage girl might as well have been the finest ambrosia. She didn’t feel quite…’right’, perhaps, as though Delia could FEEL the girl’s soul, the tingling, pleasure-filled sensation of drawing it out of her and’digesting’ it’s energy was missing. Still, that did little to detract from the raw magical energy she could feel permeating the mage’s body, and the thrill of getting to feel that power slowly coursing through her body as the mage digested was more than enough to make up for the how…ineffective her digestive tract seemed to be.



The aftereffects of her exile, though, mattered little. Her stomach was full of a lively, frantic imperial, and once they’d successfully taken over the ship..there would be little else to do but relax somewhere, stretch out, and just enjoy the girl’s slow digestion over the course of a day, maybe enjoy a nice stomach-rub from a surviving member of the crew, or maybe even put their mouth to work, tucking them—



--Ohh, the imagined possibilities mingled with her full stomach was enough to make her shiver, her long, spaded tail flicking back and forth in contentment. Chancing a glance downwards at her belly, Delia smirks faintly – the mage had managed to at least remain partially upright, though she was in the rather unique position of being stretched out ‘longways’ in her tummy, with her head and shoulders cramped up and squished against the left side of her stomach, and her feet and naked rump pressing outwards against the right side of her belly. It made for a rather interesting sight, the bulge of the mage’s head making a clear-enough impression in the tightly stretched flesh of Delia’s belly that it was all too easy to make out her exact positioning within, and on the other side, the slight indentations of her toes pressing into the slimy flesh made a few small ‘lumps’ in the succubus’ stomach, right beneath the larger, more curved shape of the woman’s butt. Her muffled, indignant cry at her fate of ‘digestion’ only caused Delia’s smirk to grow, her eyes shutting to sultry little slits “Hmm-hmm…look at the bright side. I was getting awful skinny on ‘normal’ food, and digesting you will add some much-needed padding. Mm, shoulda been more gentle – I’d have made it so much more pleasant. As it is, though…well, you get to experience a stomach for what it is.”



Inside Delia’s stomach, Katje is hardly what one could call ‘comfortable’, the tightly-stretched stomach walls around her clinging to every inch of her body like a glove, squeezing inwards just hard enough to lightly caress her, working slick, slimy digestive acids against her skin, into her hair, and thoroughly soaking her clothing. It was clear enough that the succubus’ stomach was far from ‘strong’, but what it lacked in outright squeezing power, it made up for in simple tightness – it was only with effort that Kajte could move at all, and even then, the dimples and imprints she made in the succubus’ belly only lasted until her own strength wore thin, the elastic stomach walls snapping firmly back into place and once more forcing her into a tight little ball that’d be all too easy to digest.



Grrlllrch…



Thud…thud…thud…thud…thud…



All around her, Katje could hear the eager gurgles of the succubus' digestive tract slowly but surely gearing into action, as if awakening from a long slumber by the promise of such delicious, lively food. There, just barely audibly over the excited churns of the demoness' stomach, was the equally as elated thrumming of her heart,a fast, steady beat that might as well have been the seconds slowly ticking by. There were other sounds - the teasing, smug sound of her voice, the heavily muffled sounds of other voices somewhere closeby, their words entirely indistinguishable, and over it all - the reverberating sound on the demoness' moan of pleasure, entirely unconcerned and uncaring that the mage inside of her stomach was still alive and squirming.



A fact Katje quickly comes to regret.



Though there was very little outright squeezing power, Delia's stomach seemed more than capable of producing copious amounts of acid, and in a matter of seconds Katje finds herself soaked through completely with slippery saliva and thick, viscous digestive juices. To her armor-clad upper half, the experience was unpleasant but not quite outright painful, resulting in little more than her leather armor and the clothing beneath growing a little more heavy as it becomes more and more sodden. To her naked lower half, though, her exposed, vulnerable flesh quickly begins to tingle distractingly, and whilst it does not outright hurt, it's certainly enough to hint at just how...unpleasant the remainder of Katje's stay in the succubus' belly could be, if she so desired it.



The slippery, slimy flesh ripples gently around her, conforming tightly to her body, each undulation of the tightly-stretched belly around her smearing the potent digestive acids coating her skin and clothing deeper, working it down against her bare skin to ensure a steady, constant coating to ensure her digestion got under way as quicky and efficiently as possible to cure the starving succubus' hunger. There was little doubt that, given time, the demoness' digestive tract would sap her of strength, leaving her as a helpless little bundle of human to be digested completely at her whim.



(( Katje takes Gurgle...>:3: 4d6+2 16 digestion damage. Delia has 'Merciless' and 'Tight belly', so if this takes Katje below 2/3 HP, it doubles the penalties for escape. ))



As Delia backpedals (one hand happily resting on her full stomach, as if to massage the poor human girl into a more 'manageable' position), she allows her eyes to briefly rest upon the newly arrived bunnygirl and her elvish lieutenant, her coy smile growing even further, especially at mention of how 'excited' he still seemed to be "Mm...I see. You know, dear...if you're just looking for some fun, I hear succubus make excellent partners. Would only cost you a belly rub...AND, of course, helping us escape. Could be profitable for you. Much more healthy, too..." Drumming her fingertips upon her belly, Delia glances over at Garth, noting his positioning - made to protect her, at least somewhat.



Well...



...She was never one to simply discard those who aided her, even in more minor ways...



"Garth!" Delia calls, her voice somewhat terse "No sense in overextending. Let's fall back..." There's...something in her words, something that makes the orc's blood boil, makes his heart pump faster and stronger...



((Delia uses her last 'Haste' for the day. Everyone gets more hasteness! YAY! ))



Then, she falls back a little bit more, putting another ten or so feet of distance between her and the approaching bunny-girl and the elvish lieutenant "Oh, elf dear? If you'd like to visit your mage, there's still room in here for one more..." As if to add further insult to injury, Delia slaps her stomach softly, again upon the vague shape of the mage's rump nestled tightly against the side of her belly "...Would be happy for you to join her..!"

[sansuki]

Leaning back against the ship's wall, Delia can spare a moment to half-shut her eyes and hold her stomach. After so long, to have a person in there, and one fighting as hard as the mage is... the succubus knows she's not doing what she was supposed to. Her stomcah should have this arrogant mortal already subdued, her soul trickling out to swell Delia's puissance by now. Instead, there's no sign of a soul and the mage seems unaccountably feisty still. That did have a benefit, of course. Often, Delia remembers having to artificially prolong a meal in order to get squirming, but here the mage was just going wild inside her stomach without any necessary succubus intervention. As the stomach works around her, shoving her into a more natural position, Katje bellows wordless rage at the stomach walls around her. In the dank, slimy environment of Delia's insides, she has a hard time getting a grip on anything, or even keeping her head out of the pool of acids starting to gather at the base of Delia's stomach. She sputters, and another stomach churn topples her head over heels and preempts an attempt to get free.

Outside, the mage's struggles only make Delia's stomach feel nicer, the warm waves of pleasure radiating from the bare belly hanging out the underside of her threadbare prisoner's top only intensifying with Katje's struggles. It's almost enough to tempt her to duck back through the door and find somewhere quiet to enjoy her prize, but... duty calls. Instead, she casts her spell, feeling herself speed up. Inside, her heart speeds up as well, the stomach's motions accelerating as they try to quickly batter Katje into an unresisting mass of conscious flesh to be melted away at leisure. THe mage's chest is already burning with inhaled drops of acid and the poor air inside Delia, but she's not quite done yet. The belly could keep her from casting a spell, but she wasn't just a spellcaster. Finding her head shoved against a patch of stomach with slightly different texture, Katje seizes the moment and pushes herself upward into the gap. Delia feels the mass in her belly surge upward, a nauseating feeling of nature's course reversing inside her; by the time she can rally, the mage's dripping head is already almost back up at the rear of her mouth. The mage stubbornly refuses to accept her place, growling, "Don't count- your tits- before they grow!" This may not be the most coherent rejoinder, but it's what's in the lithe mage's mind as she tries to claw her way back into the fight to unleash undoubtedly acid-soaked justice.

While all this goes on, the elf keeps an eye on her- his manhood twitching a little with interest, visible for all to see from his little interrupted rendezvous with the ship's first mate. "Just throw her up and march back into yer cell," he says- only half paying attention, with most of his gaze drifting back towards Xarius's back and backside alike. He doesn't seem particularly worried about Katje.

The lapine first mate, though, looks first at the bleeding-out crewman on the deck in the center of the hold, and then looks over meaningfully at Garth's bloody sword. "So, it was you that killed one of my men?" She asks casually, ears twitching. "Well, I was going to go introduce myself to some of your friends, but-" She darts into motion, bounding around the elf with so much as a backward glance, rounding a corner and sprinting past the half-orc. Garth lashes out with his stolen sword, but it's too late and too slow. Instead, the rabbit leaps into the air, plants herself on the far wall to slow down, reaches out and grabs Garth's sword arm in a painful-looking lock before snaking her other arm around his and pinning it to his side. Pressing herself close to the orc, she gives his neck an unfriendly bite. "See, I take it personal when one o' my men gets stabbed," she says conversationally. "Now, it comes out of my pay if any of you die en route to jail, but for you I can take that hit-" she glances over her shoulder at Delia and grins, waggling her rump a little and shaking her tail. "You and the elf can talk that out, while I get this oaf to fall back- into my backside. I mean, eventually. Not that... that came out..." she sighs. "Look, just go tend to your own meal." Garth struggles, but seems unable to make any progress against the rabbit's grip.


((Delia digests the mage for 16 damage and casts Haste.
Rabbit sprints in behind Garth. Rolls a natural 20 on acrobatics check to evade AOO; giving her a small bonus on her grapple attempt for that. Grapple attempt on Garth: succeeds.
Mage attempts to escape. Roll beats Delia's CMD; mage is partially swallowed.
Garth attempts to reverse the grapple and fails.

Map Here

Legend:
Black circles are barriers (stacks of boxes, etc) that are impassible
Gray circles are barrels or a few scattered boxes that count as Difficult Terrain
The purple stars are rope ladders (DC 5 climb check to get up/down with two move actions, or DC 10 to climb/descend in 1 move action); the forward one goes down, the middle one goes up to the top deck. Can be cut with an attack from a sharp weapon.
The yellow box is the area that's open to the sky; you can see a ramp raised up on the top deck that'll need to be lowered for Chira to climb to the top deck when you're done here.
Red S's are soldiers like what you already fought, Cs are crewmen, and the red M seems to be the lady in charge.
The Red E is an elven army lieutenant.
The Red B is a rabbit-girl second-in-command of the ship. They were apparently enjoying each other when you so rudely interrupted.
Dark Green letters are friendly NPCs (C-hira, M-ona, G-arth), light green are you (D-elia, X-arius). Bold letters are stuffed.
Each square is 5 feet.

Init-
Delia 22 (34/52 HP, has mage partially swallowed)
Rabbit 21 (Grappling Garth)
Mage 16 (Partially swallowed by Delia, Lightly Wounded)
Garth 13 (Severely Wounded, grappled by Rabbit)
Xarius 12 <-Here
Mona 11 (Lightly Wounded, Grappled by Soldier #2)
Soldiers 7 (#1: Unconscious, #2 grappling Mona, #3: Wounded, swallowed by Chira )
Crewmen 6 (#3: Unconscious)
Lieutenant 5
Chira 4 (Wounded, 2 medium meals (not stuffed yet))

Globals:
Glitterdust: Basically the entire cargo hold is glittery now (2 more rounds)))
Haste (7 more rounds)

[XarcesTheDelicious]

Jabbing his sword into the hungry soldier's flesh, Xarius is pleased to find Mona wiggling herself free. Whether of her own merit, or the distraction his blade had created, either way it would make dealing with the soldier all the more easier now that he needn't worry about puncturing an ally within.

Seeing the red haired mage free, Xarius returns the smile to her, "Glad to see your safe, I'd never think to abandon you." he comments with sincerity, glad to see that at least she seemed to understand they all needed to look out for one another if they were to get through this. Even gladder was he to see the glimmer of appreciation she showed upon being saved, "Besides." he adds with a little grin "Who else is going to eat me if things go to hell and we wind up stranded in the ocean." he teases, transferring his shield to his sword hand, just long enough for him to reach out and give her middle a gentle little pat.

The soldier, having just lost his meal was visibly unhappy as he takes a swing at Mona with his blade. This Xarius was not about to stand for, he hadn't went through all the trouble of coming over here and freeing Mona, just to have her be assaulted with a blade. "Perhaps I didn't make myself clear... you mess with Mona you mess with me, I will not warn you again!" Xarius growls, feeling the flow of Delia's magic coursing through his veins once more, before unleashing a flurry of attacks, able now to freely jab, thrust, and stab at the man's torso, chest, and neck, now that Mona was not at risk of being struck should the blade sink too deep. No now nothing would spare the soldier from the neko's wrath. Xarius ears flattening atop his head, his tail swishing with every stab and swing.

No sooner had his blows landed upon the unfortunate soldier, would Xarius turn his head toward the others. "Now that your both free" he motions to Mona and Chira who had recently finished gulping down another soldier. "Shall we see about giving Garth a hand?" Xarius asks, glancing across the room at the now bound orc. At least he'd not been immediately struck down, as Xarius had feared his recklessness would lead to, but being held by the enemy was not a good predicament for the man to be in either. Delia seemed to be fine at least, with her back against the wall, belly full of wriggling mage she was looking as sexy as ever, a fact Xarius unfortunately, did not have time to admire. He was pleased to see his choice to aid Mona had not put Delia in danger, and Xarius would be able to move into position to help her before things had a chance of getting out of hand. He'd warned the two newcomers already... seeing as they chose to ignore him, like their fellow soldier he'd just finished assaulting...Xarius saw no reason why he shouldn't make them regret their decision... the catboy eager to return and introduce himself proper.


Xarius

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Performing a full attack on the soldier assailing Mona. Forgot to add an extra +1 to the first two attacks, though i doubt it'd make much difference. Assuming his attacks are enough to disable the enemy, he'll then take a 5 foot step back towards the rest of the action.


pokey swats #1: 1d20+14 21
pokey swats #2: 1d20+14 30
pokey swats #3: 1d20+10 20
pokey swats #1 dmg: 1d6+4 8
stabby pokes dmg #2: 1d6+6 12
pokey swats #3: 1d6+6 10

[sansuki]

Twisting around in the soldier's grasp like an angry, redheaded eel, Mona growls, "Thanks- and I'll take you up on that. Maybe even let you have a free preview without any burning- inside or outside." Her opponent finally seems to get a good grip on her, opening his mouth wide to get another taste of the mostly-human sorceress. For a second, it seems like Mona's being pulled right back in... and then she sits down, dragging herself down and away from the impending chomp. Their center of gravity shifted, the soldier staggers a little forward giving Xarius a clean shot at the soldier that the hasted neko doesn't waste. lashing out with a quick barrage of thrusts with the struggling Imperial mage's sword. All three thrusts land, poking through empty places and seams of armor. It's deceptively little damage, but the soldier is holed through-and-through in three different places. The shock of it is enough to get him to let go of Mona and slump back against the wooden wall of the cargo hold, sliding down to a seated position leaving three narrow streaks of blood on the wood behind him.

Not paying any attention to the soldier once he's off of her, Mona scrapes some slime from her face and spits. Drool still coats her upper body, plastering red hair to her skull and making the top of her prisoner's garb cling warm and wet to her body, her face shiny with the unfortunate human's saliva. She keeps grinning, or at least showing teeth, as she springs back up to her feet. "There we go. Much better. Mages are supposed to be a good ways away from the fighting. Now, let me see if I can soften up the other one for the two of you," Mona says with a strange look in her eye. "Probably a little bit of indulgence won't burn the ship down-" and before anyone can stop her, she thrusts both hands out at the half-armored elven officer still in the middle of the hold. Two lances of eyewateringly bright fire blast towards the lieutenant, flash-heating the air in the hold a few degrees instantly. Lurching backwards, the soldier gets out of the way of one bolt, taking the other on his armored chest with a startled yelp of surprise. As a few molten drops of armor drip and land on the wood under him, he turns towards Mona, Chira, and Xarces, attention thoroughly diverted from the rabbit and Delia. Behind him, luckily, the barrel that was hit by the errant fire bolt was one with sour wine, vaporizing a chunk of the contents. Enough was left to quickly douse the smoldering wood, and lend a festive, alcoholic scent to the fight.

Chira goes lumbering forward next, also aiming for the lieutenant standing between her and a rabbit. As she moves, the centaur's stomach sways underneath her weighed down by two soldiers. She still seems unhindered by even that rich a meal, moving with the same slow grace she'd had as soon as her ankle was healed. It's barely tight enough for anyone to see or hear the struggles of the soldier she'd gulped down alive- barely any extra bulge comes as he pushes against the strong stomach walls that had broken down so many soldiers before him, and his panicked screams are muffled almost to inaudibility by her hide. As she walks forward, though, even those cries are silenced by a spasm of Chira's stomach, and the soldier lapses into a merciful unconsciousness shared by the slowly softening other soldier as the stomach begins kneading the two together, each helping break the other down. It seems the centaur isn't done yet, though, as she moves steadily towards the elven lieutenant. He doesn't wait, though- darting in and out, he slashes at Chira's front, scoring a single not-too-impressive wound before leaping backwards out of the way of a quick response. There's simply not enough room for him to fully escape, though, and one metal-shod hoof lashes out and catches him in the already-damaged chestpiece of his armor. The force of the blow sends him reeling backwards a few more feet, taking him further towards the wall and almost cutting off the avenue of retreat of both him and his lapine 'friend'.

Watching with her firm grip on Garth, the rabbit muses, "Well, at this point, probably wouldn't matter too much if we'd finished-" glancing back at Delia, who still has a pair of glistening arms trying to push their way out of her mouth to give her mage leverage to pull herself entirely free, she adds, "Eh, soldiers, am I right? Lemme get this one down in me and there won't be any left on either side, yeah?" She smirks, ready to dart out of the way of a magical attack that could come in response to her sass.

((NOTE: Sorry this took so long! Happy I could get this up before I move, but it may be another week or two before I can post again once I'm settled in my new place. Now:
Xarces goes maximum stabby and KOs Soldier2, then five foot steps.
Mona fires Scorching Ray at the elven lieutenant. Two are shot, and one hits.
Elven Lieutenant uses Lunge and delivers a full attack to Chira. One attack hits. Elven lieutenant steps back.
Chira moves and hoof-kicks the elven lieutenant, and hits. Digestion damage knocks out Soldier #3.

Map Here

Legend:
Black circles are barriers (stacks of boxes, etc) that are impassible
Gray circles are barrels or a few scattered boxes that count as Difficult Terrain
The purple stars are rope ladders (DC 5 climb check to get up/down with two move actions, or DC 10 to climb/descend in 1 move action); the forward one goes down, the middle one goes up to the top deck. Can be cut with an attack from a sharp weapon.
The yellow box is the area that's open to the sky; you can see a ramp raised up on the top deck that'll need to be lowered for Chira to climb to the top deck when you're done here.
Red S's are soldiers like what you already fought, Cs are crewmen, and the red M seems to be the lady in charge.
The Red E is an elven army lieutenant.
The Red B is a rabbit-girl second-in-command of the ship. They were apparently enjoying each other when you so rudely interrupted.
Dark Green letters are friendly NPCs (C-hira, M-ona, G-arth), light green are you (D-elia, X-arius). Bold letters are stuffed.
Each square is 5 feet.

Init-
Delia 22 (34/52 HP, has mage partially swallowed) <-Here
Rabbit 21 (Grappling Garth)
Mage 16 (Partially swallowed by Delia, Lightly Wounded)
Garth 13 (Severely Wounded, grappled by Rabbit)
Xarius 12
Mona 11 (Lightly Wounded)
Soldiers 7 (#1: Unconscious, #2 Unconscious, #3: Unconscious, swallowed by Chira )
Crewmen 6 (#3: Unconscious)
Lieutenant 5 (Wounded)
Chira 4 (Wounded, 2 medium meals (not stuffed yet))

Globals:
Glitterdust: Basically the entire cargo hold is glittery now (1 more rounds)))
Haste (6 more rounds)

[CassyInko]

'Don't count your tits before they grow!'

Delia would have laughed, had the sudden appearance of arms in her throat not prevented her from doing so. Instead, it runs off in a choked-sounding 'Ha-ha-hrk!', her soft lips spreading open in the semblance of a yawn as two hands work their way up her throat and into her mouth.

It was...a decidedly new experience. She could vaguely, ever so vaguely, recall others who'd tried so desperately to squirm their way back up her throat as she lounged languidly upon silken sheet and soft pillows, but actually having them succeed to some degree...she could not recall. In fact, most of those squirms had been met with delighted moans of pleasure as they squirmed fruitlessly in her stomach, her hands lazily roaming across the shifting bulge they made in her midsection as she slowly but surely digested them. Yet the mage...

It was a testament to how much her exile had weakened her, had torn her from her place along the top of the proverbial food chain. Even as the mage's head slid slickly back up her throat, Delia was tensing her throat, preparing for the swallow that would send the delicious woman back into her stomach where she so clearly belonged. Tail swishing in annoyance, Delia reaches up and casually plucks the two fingers that'd managed to get a hold on either side of her lips, bending them back and tucking them delicately back between her lips. Just as the mage's head makes an appearance in her mouth, her face straining with effort to pull herself free of her tight, fleshy prison, Delia opens her mouth just to give Katje a brief look out from between her lips, the soft glow of light outside briefly illuminating her face before - with a backwards tilt of her head - Delia swallows again.

The bulge of the woman's head quickly reappears in Delia's throat, sliding downwards, and is every bit as quickly followed by her arms, once more squished together and descending rapidly back into her full, shifting stomach. Smacking her lips, Delia wipes off a little bit of saliva that had been smeared on her cheek from the woman's escape attempt, her voice smug as she says "Mm...I count two tits, love, that you'll be stacked up on. Now settle down in there and just digest. Here, let me help you get a little more comfortable..."

(( Re nomph!: 1d20+18 23 Should be enough to reswallow mage, especially if she's in the 'merciless' area! ))


With the mage once more deposited in her belly, Delia takes a few seconds to ease her hands down and roam them along the soft flesh of her bulging midsection, eyes closed in delight as she feels the doomed girl squirming within. Mmm, she was delicious, and ooooh how delightful it felt to have her squirming and shifting about in an effort to escape. She could not, though, afford to have her continuing to squirm her way back up and causing problems. It takes a few seconds before Delia feels the girl's knees spread out along the base on her stomach, and with a surprising amount of dexterity, nudges them upwards, forcing them to slip upwards along the front of her belly. The effect is immediate, forcing Katje down onto her rump inside the hot, slimy confines of the succubus' stomach, and Delia wastes very little time in gently massaging those knees tightly up against the entrapped woman's chest, forcing her into a sort of fetal position that'd make getting a good foothold all the more difficult.

((Delia uses 'Belly Rub' on herself as a move action, giving Katje a further -2 to all escape attempts. If she's wounded enough, she has a further -4 from 'Merciless'.))

"Ahh. Much better, mmm? Get comfy, dear. Got many, many hours of digestion ahead of you!" Giggling softly, Delia gives her stomach a satisfied slap, which Katje feels inside against her forehead - a little additional insult to her rather precarious situation. With the mage once more settled into her stomach, Delia casts a sidelong glance at Chira, Mona, and Xarius. They seemed to be doing well enough for themselves, and had pretty well taken care of most of the soldiers who'd moved in to stop them. Even Mona had survived, albeit with saliva-coated hair and facial features that was nearly enough to make Delia laugh at her. Perhaps later, when they were not all locked in mortal combat.

Xarius, she notes, seemed to be rather proficient with his weapon, and his handsome countenance marked him as someone she'd have charmed and brought under her influence in the past, a perfectly willing bodyguard to protect her from any and all that chose to do her harm. Well, a bodyguard...and a pleasure-toy, for when she required more..primal diversions. To see him do it so willingly...was a nice change of pace. Something she'd have to speak to him about later. In private....perhaps while her dinner continued to digest between them...

Shaking the thoughts from her mind, the succubus returns her attention to the lapine, her face still somewhere between a pleasured, dreamy smile and a smirk. Admittedly, the lapine had a nice, firm-looking rump, no doubt brought on by her own physical fitness...and Delia found herself wanting to give it an equally as firm little slap. It is not, though, something she acts upon - still too dangerous "Oh, I know what you meant. As cute as you are, though...can't let you do that. Garth tried to protect me, is only right I return the favor. We're even, orc."

Lifting her hand, Delia concentrates for a few seconds and snaps her fingers - the effect it had was instant. A thin, greasy coating suddenly spreads along the orc's skin as if dribbled on from above by an unseen hand, making his greenish flesh slippery and difficult to maintain hold of. It also...admittedly made him smell even MORE delicious, a sort of fruity, buttery-type scent emanating from the strange, greasy stuff that had coated him. Grease...but flavored?

((Delia casts 'Grease' on Garth. I assume he gets no save, or will willingly fail it. His CMD against grapple/swallow is increased by +10, and he has a +10 on CMB checks to get out of a grapple or whatever! I feel like it should not really help when INSIDE a stomach, as...well, it makes no sense. x3 But that's DM's call!))


Stats!

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Delia - 34/52 HP
External AC - 14 (-1 stuffed, +1 haste)
Internal AC - 19 (+1 haste? Does it work for this?)
CMD - 20
CMD (Grapple) - 22
CMD (Escape stomach) - 22, with a -2 (from belly rub) and a -4 possibly based on mage HP, for a potential 28 CMD
Hasted

[sansuki]

((Okay! Should be back from move and able to most more often now. ^^))

As the imperial mage continues wriggling her way patiently free of Delia's throat, she growls in irritation at what she feels is a mocking laugh erupting all around her. With shoulders and chest emerging into the succubus's mouth and hands groping blindly and slippery just outside her maw with clear slime for anything they can cling to for leverage, the bulge in Delia's throat sports a pair of very noticeable bulges that seems to be holding up Katje's attempts to wriggle her way free. It *was* strange- she could clearly remember when a mortal like this wouldn't even have been worth paying a second thought to, let alone having to swallow a second time. And surely a paltry sorceress like this wouldn't have tasted quite so good- or more accurately, the arcane power she had wouldn't have been as fiercely coveted by her system before her exile. Now, though, it seemed to be like a stream running over dry ground, with the dust trying to suck up as much of it as possible and leave no trace of what had been. That same aching need pushed the succubus to try to gulp Katje down again. It couldn't be quite called hunger, though Delia's body hungered for the mage's flesh; instead, something in Delia's soul needed the mage's power for itself in a way that went quite beyond hunger and into something far darker and more fundamental. Delia wanted everything that mage was sealed inside her belly until there wasn't a trace of usable nutrition or mana left to be wrung out and added to her, the remains to be casually disposed of over the side of the ship. And this mage was trying to delay a culmination that... proper? It was honestly shocking.

Craning her head back, the succubus's throat muscles go back to work. Around Katje's chest, her esophageal muscles squeeze and gain purchase on the slick, half-flattened orbs. That's all her experienced (if oddly weak) throat needs, and before Katje can get any more than hands free from her lips she finds herself being pulled back into Delia's body. Hands pass over the succubus's tongue once more, giving Delia another taste of her chosen meal. Even coated as it was with Delia's own acids, the taste was still unmistakeably clear and prompted her half-full stomach to groan with longing around Katje's feet, which had never managed to escape that fleshy sac. The rest of the mage, fighting and squirming all the way, is dragged back into the succubus with little extra fuss. Immediately, she begins turning around and repositioning, and Delia feels her hands pushing at and trying to get back into the succubus's throat and out of the welcoming but hungry stomach. Whether it's because she hadn't eaten for a while or because of her heritage, the stomach squeezes tightly around Katje. Her bulge shows every contour of her body where Delia's garment had slightly torn, and the mage's every struggle is clear for everyone to see. Of themselves, Delia's hands go to the writhing stomach, cupping the mage's rear with one hand and gently pushing down on Katje's head with the other in soft but undeniable caresses. Something about the way she's caressing herself has an infernally pleasant feel to it- slow, hypnotizing strokes of her meal's form drain some of the fervor from Katje's attempts to escape. And luckily so- Delia feels one arm get through and push up to her chest, fingertips just next to her thudding heart, but Delia's reflexes pull the arm back into her stomach and seals Katje in with a much more emphatic *glurk* noise. Acids go back to soaking the mage's form, and hungry stomach walls caress her body and melting clothes all over while Katje's eventual fate is spelled out in loving detail. "I refuse-" Katje pants, then breaks off to cough as some of Delia's juices trickle down her throat. Instead of continuing the argument, Katje screams in wordless frustration and beats the sides of Delia's stomach as the succubus turns her attention to her friends.

The rabbit sailor's watching Delia over her shoulder as she swallows the mage back down, forebearing comment as she repositions Garth. In other circumstances, the near-berserker orc would be in a pleasant position- the rabbit has him in a bearhug, his snarling face hidden between her softly furred breasts as she controls his injury-weakened struggles without much efort. "Cute? Well, aren't my ears burning," she snorts with a flick of one of those ears. "Anyway, as fun as this would be-" She breaks off as the spell fires, coating Garth with a thin glaze of something shiny. Looking a little bemused, the rabbit leans down and gives Garth a long lick up the side of his head. "Oooh! Strawberry-butter!" She says. "You shouldn't have- that's my favorite on male humans... elves... orcs are close enough," she says with a sniff. Though Garth starts struggling to get free and his newly slippery body gives him an advantage, the sailor controls his struggles while dragging him slowly away from Delia. Opening her mouth wide, she daintly pries Garth's head from between her breasts leaving a pair of shiny smears on her clothes, getting his head into her mouth. With a moan of pleasure loud enough for everyone to hear, she starts gulping Garth's larger, stronger-looking body down. It's quick, but obviously difficult. While the grease lubricates his slide into the rabbit's throat, it also makes it easy for him to claim a few inches back. While Delia goes about restraining and holding her own meal in, she's treated to a show of Garth's lower body sliding in and out of the rabbit, back and forth. The blissful look on her enemy's face is all Delia needs to know that she might be enjoying her live meal perhaps half as much as Delia enjoyed hers. Quickly, though, she gulps down a pair of kicking, pale green feet and burps a little as Garth slides into her stomach. Setting her stance wider, the rabbit clearly has had practice moving with a full stomach before, and doesn't seem very troubled by the orc's struggles inside her.

Still, as the rabbit looks around, she doesn't like what she sees- only her erstwhile companion is still up and fighting, and from the look in that centaur's eye not for much longer. Through gritted teeth, the elven lieutenant growls, "Those are the Empire's prisoners- help me with these-"

"Ah, of course," the rabbit says between licks of a long tongue wiping grease from her lips. "And just as soon as you, dear, get the rest of these escaped prisoners into their cells, I'd be happy to put this one there too! But I think even you can't handle this one and all the others by yourself." She giggles, shaking Garth a little inside his fleshy prison.

"By myse-"

"Someone has to report all this to the captain, don't you think?" The rabbit says, backing away along the wall. "I have every faith that you'll be able to subdue these-" she gives a meaningful look at Chira's still faintly struggling stomach hanging down between her legs, "-rabble. Have fun with that, dear. Oh, and thank you so much for the flavoring," the rabbit gives Delia a wink.

((Delia reswallows the mage and bellyrubs her. -2 to future escape attempts. Also, Garth is all greased up. Let's see if it helps...
Rabbit makes two swallow checks. First one *baaaarely* succeeds due to Garth's wounding penalties. Second one... *baaaaarely* succeeds due to Garth's wounding penalties. >_> A 13 and a 14, eesh. Well, if Delia hadn't greased him it'd be basically sure he'd have gone down. Five foot steps away from Delia.
Mage tries to escape. Between bellyrub and merciless, that's... 29 CMD I think! +11 makes it a long shot... and she rolls a 28. Poor Mage. Bellyrub made the difference. XD
Garth attempts two escapes, and would need an 18 or higher to get one since no, grease shouldn't apply here... both fail. Dicebot is racist as heck against orcs.))

Map Here

Legend:
Black circles are barriers (stacks of boxes, etc) that are impassible
Gray circles are barrels or a few scattered boxes that count as Difficult Terrain
The purple stars are rope ladders (DC 5 climb check to get up/down with two move actions, or DC 10 to climb/descend in 1 move action); the forward one goes down, the middle one goes up to the top deck. Can be cut with an attack from a sharp weapon.
The yellow box is the area that's open to the sky; you can see a ramp raised up on the top deck that'll need to be lowered for Chira to climb to the top deck when you're done here.
Red S's are soldiers like what you already fought, Cs are crewmen, and the red M seems to be the lady in charge.
The Red E is an elven army lieutenant.
The Red B is a rabbit-girl second-in-command of the ship. They were apparently enjoying each other when you so rudely interrupted.
Dark Green letters are friendly NPCs (C-hira, M-ona, G-arth), light green are you (D-elia, X-arius). Bold letters are stuffed.
Each square is 5 feet.

Init-
Delia 22 (34/52 HP, Has mage swallowed) [Remember I am tweaking stuffed rules to make it so one meal of the same size doesn't give penalties]
Rabbit 21 (Has Garth swallowed)
Mage 16 (Swallowed by Delia, Lightly Wounded, Bellyrubbed)
Garth 13 (Swallowed by Rabbit, Severely Wounded, Greased)
Xarius 12 <-Here
Mona 11 (Lightly Wounded)
Soldiers 7 (#1: Unconscious, #2 Unconscious, #3: Unconscious, swallowed by Chira )
Crewmen 6 (#3: Unconscious)
Lieutenant 5 (Wounded)
Chira 4 (Wounded, 2 medium meals (not stuffed yet))

Globals:
Glitterdust: Basically the entire cargo hold is glittery now (1 more rounds)))
Haste (6 more rounds)

[XarcesTheDelicious]

From the corner of the rooom, Xarius would watch the events of the battle unfolding before him, if one could call it a battle that was. From his vantage point it sure seemed as if everyone was having a good time, besides maybe him, Mona, and garth, and of course the countless soldiers he'd stabbed already. Delia in particular sure seemed to be enjoying her belly full of mage, even if the woman inside was struggling desperately to be freed. Xarius' eyes widen at the sight of the bulge wiggling it's way back up the succubus' slender throat, only to be squeezed in on and swallowed back down a moment later. The succubus going to work on her own belly with her free hands, rubbing and stroking the writhing bulge, that displayed much of the human woman's feature's through the layer of tightly stretched flesh.

Of course Chira, for as quick as she'd eaten was nice and full of several living, or at least partially living meals at this point. Why even the elven Lieutenant was having a good time if his current state of arousal was any indication. Of course that left the rabbit girl, who currently had Garth held in what would qualify as a bear hug, were she not so soft, and bunny like. The male orc for all his strength and ferocity was having a difficult time freeing himself from her grasp, the poor man simply wasn't having a good day that was for certain. While Delia attempts to aid him in her own unique way, coating him in some sort of sweet smelling oil, it proves to be futile as Xarius witnesses the lapine's lips slipping around the orc's head, sliding down and over his shoulders and torso, as the bunny girl works on making a meal out of him. It was certainly no where near as enjoyable to watch as it had been glimpsing Delia devouring the mage, even if the one on the menu hadn't been counted among his allies. Even so, the fact she knew what she was doing could not be argued, as she adjusts her stance just in time for the injured orc to settle in nicely within her middle. Seemingly no worse for wear, despite a struggling meal within her gut.

It seemed Xarius would have to aid another of their group, he having rescued, healed, or disarmed the meal of everyone else in the group thus far... and this had all been within the span of little more than a single combat! What they would have done without him he couldn't even imagine.... surely some may have made it out on their own...but definitely not all of them as a group as he intended things to play out. Glancing back toward Mona Xarius takes a moment to assure she was fine after her own escape from the jaws of a ravenous soldier. "Glad your all right." he comments, shooting her a little smile, to let her know he was there for her. "Right then, lets clean up these last two, get our orc back, and reclaim our freedom!" Xarius then calls out to both Chira, and Mona alike, turning his attention back toward the remaining two adversaries that yet stood.

Of course with Garth out of the picture, the catboy also realized this left Delia rather exposed to attack, his eyes shifting towards her as he begins to move. "Don't worry Delia, I won't let them get near you. Your previous line of defense was far less capable than myself." he brags as he squeezes past her. Brushing her mage filled tum gently with the palm of his hand in passing. He had to admit, her flesh felt good under his touch, soft and warm, yet firm in the shape of the struggling woman. Were Garth not at risk of being reduced to rabbit pudge, he may have even stopped to give her a little rub. As it were though he needed to confront the lapine before she had the chance of making any attempt of escape.

Rounding the corner, leaving the image of the succubus, who looked rather sexy with a full and wiggling belly behind him, he's met with the sight of an entirely different female complete with rounded belly. While he had to admit, up close the lapine was much more attractive than he'd first imagined, and the sight of one of his allies desperately struggling in her stomach did cause a flash of arousal to burn in his loins. The thought lingering in his mind that he was all that stood between Garth's escape and digestion, and the thought of how things may have played out had it been him on the inside of that rabbit and Garth standing here to defend him. The inside of his ears temporarily redden at the thought, were his rescue up to Garth, he'd be all but certain to be digested.

"Well, what do we have here, a little bunny, fitting to eat and run...and without properly making my acquaintance...how rude. You should know better really, than to come around here, knowing there are kitties about." he snickers, playfully flicking his tail while lowering his feline ears, like a feral feline ready to pounce. He had to admit, the fact he was a neko ready to pounce a bunny girl was quite fitting... a shame he couldn't have too much fun with her though, as his priority needed to remain on freeing the hapless orc within her.

His feline eyes narrow as he zero's in on his target, sizing her up before closing the distance. His free hand reaches out, gesturing in her direction, as a flash of divine energy pulses from his being. "Your not going anywhere little bunny." he murmurs, as chains of light spring upwards from the wooden floor beneath her, shackling around her legs,just as several others sprout out from the wall, securing themselves around her wrists. "Rather fitting isn't it...having the shoe on the other foot....how does it feel being chained upon the very vessel you wish to see us imprisoned on?" he chuckles, delighting in the irony of the situation.

With the chains distracting her, Xarius closes the distance, rushing forward to jab his sword into her shoulder, not unlike what he'd done when dealing with the soldier that'd been trying to eat Delia. The paladin had clearly had some level of experience or training or fighting opponents with prey filled belies, able to direct his blows and attacks in order to minimize the chance of skewering the one held inside. As the tip of his blade sinks within her flesh, casting a sidelong glance back towards the aroused elf. "Looks like your not the only one who's good at thrusting around here." he snickers, before returning his attention fully on the lapine before him. "Now then, how about you let my friend out now, rather than later. I'm willing to forgive you if you do, as I fear you may have been mistaken in eating him, as despite being green, he's not in fact made of lettuce." The paladin simply couldn't help himself at this point, and while there was sincerity in his words, as he was in fact giving her a chance to let the orc go and surrender... it was simply to tempting to ignore making a comment about Garth being green, and undermining the predatory nature of this rabbit, despite knowing that she displayed every characteristic of an experienced predator, and would of likely been able to make a meal of himself just as easily had he been having as dreadful of a day as Garth.



Xarius

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casting litany of entanglement on the bunny as a swift action, then moving up to give her a poke with his sword.

Bun Jabs: 1d20+14 26

Bun jabs dmg: 1d6+6 10

[sansuki]

Striding forward through the increasingly less crowded cargo hold, Xarius looks to once more save one of his erstwhile fellow inmates- at least if they weren't able to actively help, they were distracting soldiers that might otherwise hurt him, or Delia, or Chira and Mona if nothing else. Keeping the so far dubiously useful half-orc alive and undigested was thus on the neko's mind as he pushes forward- perhaps with a bit of hunger pangs on his mind as the feline sees a plump and now well-fed rabbitgirl finishing off her own meal and turning with a churning belly over towards him. Xarius moves up to pin the bloated bunny against the cargo hold's wall, cutting off an easy path of retreat to the deck above. It was pretty clear the rabbit meant to abandon her 'lover' to the tender mercies of the escaped prisoners, letting him buy time as she digested her catch and rallied the rest of the crew on the main deck above. The escapees don't intend to allow her to do so easily, though.

As Xarius approaches, the lapine turns to him, watching his ear and letting her ears flop back over her head as she greets the man with a grin. "Sorry. Didn't seem to be time to exchange names then. And I was thinking more eat and hop, but let's pass that by." With a shrug, she adds, "First mate of the ship. That'd be second in command for you landlubber types. Call me Lindy," the rabbit says with a sharp grin. "As for coming round here- well, the Empire doesn't clear passenger types with us cargo haulers before they load you on, but I gotta say they're underrated as caterers." The rabbit licks her lips meaningfully, patting her belly. "While I'd love to see if my second opinion of their taste in tasties is just as good as my first here- and from the look of you I think I'd be pleased to take my time with you more than this orc- with two people in my belly I'd hardly be able to move, let alone hop away from your friends. Have to take a rain check on that one." She seems ready for the spell, and when the chains push up she leaps several feet straight into the air despite her passenger, landing a few feet away with a heavy thud and shrugging off one of the spectral chains as it tries to catch around her leg. "Bondage? I just met you, but if that's the way your tastes run, I'd never argu- HEY!" So engaged in the discussion of more pleasant topics, Lindy can't get out of the sword's way and Xarius stabs her in the leg and gives her a bloody limp. "Now that's just rude," she fumes. "How'd you like it if I-"

A flicker of the rabbit's eyes betrays her- the elven lieutenant, bare legs and all, takes Xarius's attentions and moves off behind Xarius to trap the feline between a rabbit and her would-be beau. "Now, Lindy! He can't defend against both of us at once! I-"

Mona then steps up, calmly shaking her arms and getting a little more saliva off of them. "Gotten in a little deep there, Xarius? Can't quite pull you out of a throat- yet, unless you ask me real nicely once you're in mine- but let's see if I can't make this a little easier on you." She hadn't really cared for the orc, and frankly Mona was just as happy to see him gone were it not for the disadvantage that would accrue to the prisoners with him as rabbit fat. Still, she's more interested in the elven lieutenant than anyone else, and as she casts her spell the elf with his back to her doesn't have a chance at avoiding it. This time, there's no flashy, dangerous firebolt. Instead, abruptly, the elf's size halves until he's at eye level with Xarius's waist- a mere three feet tall and change. "There, now he'd fit inside me- do try to just knock him out instead of kill him, would you?" The human asks... a little plaintively. Chira, though, doesn't pay any mind to the human. Instead, seeing her target (a symbol of the hated Empire) in front of her and eminently trampleable, storms a few steps over and begins kicking the elf with strong hooves like a toy. Yelling in startled confusion, the elf is battered badly by a storm of hoofblows battering him around, though he holds position behind Xarius and even gets a strong-looking blow in on the centaur in turn- but at least Chira's distracted him from taking advantage of his position flanking the neko.

((Xarius casts Litany, and rabbit barely saves. Rabbit gets poked for 10 damage, though.
Mona steps and casts Reduce Person on the elven lieutenant. Save fails, and the lieutenant is now Small.
Soldier #3 Attempts to escape, and fails.
Lieutenant steps and full attacks Chira. Only one sword attack hits.
Chira attempts to trample the lieutenant; both hooves hit. Digestion damage 'kills' the last soldier.))

Map Here

Legend:
Black circles are barriers (stacks of boxes, etc) that are impassible
Gray circles are barrels or a few scattered boxes that count as Difficult Terrain
The purple stars are rope ladders (DC 5 climb check to get up/down with two move actions, or DC 10 to climb/descend in 1 move action); the forward one goes down, the middle one goes up to the top deck. Can be cut with an attack from a sharp weapon.
The yellow box is the area that's open to the sky; you can see a ramp raised up on the top deck that'll need to be lowered for Chira to climb to the top deck when you're done here.
Red S's are soldiers like what you already fought, Cs are crewmen, and the red M seems to be the lady in charge.
The Red E is an elven army lieutenant.
The Red B is a rabbit-girl second-in-command of the ship. They were apparently enjoying each other when you so rudely interrupted.
Dark Green letters are friendly NPCs (C-hira, M-ona, G-arth), light green are you (D-elia, X-arius). Bold letters have a live meal in them.
Each square is 5 feet.

Init-
Delia 22 (34/52 HP, Has mage swallowed) <-Here
Rabbit 21 (Has Garth swallowed, slightly wounded)
Mage 16 (Swallowed by Delia, Lightly Wounded, Bellyrubbed)
Garth 13 (Swallowed by Rabbit, Severely Wounded, Greased)
Xarius 12
Mona 11 (Lightly Wounded)
Lieutenant 5 (Severely Wounded, shrunken)
Chira 4 (Severely Wounded, 2 medium meals (not stuffed yet))

Globals:
Glitterdust: Basically the entire cargo hold is glittery now (1 more rounds)))
Haste (5 more rounds)