2012-09-03 15:59:27 [Lamorra -> Omphalia] Today, apparently, Soleth has taken it upon himself to -blindfold- Omphalia, with or without her permission, and drag her off somewhere he considers very special and romantic. This is probably going to end terribly. Even now, Omphalia can smell toxic smoke, and it's not coming from him either. "We shall be there soon, my dear," assures this hovering creep, one of his hands lightly squeezing Ompha's. The ground feels hard, and crunches beneath Omphalia's feet, like old, dry and cracked dirt. It's warm, but it's a bitter kind of dry warmth. Probably not very safe around here.
 
2012-09-03 16:02:47 [Omphalia -> Lamorra] Omphalia hadn't been sure why-or when Lammora had blinfolded her, she didn't really have a concept of time-Night, or day, as all she knew. she -did- trust lammora, if only a little bit-which was probably a terrible thing to do...as he dragged her aong, she didn't protest, didn't complain..because he squeezed her hand occasionally, and that small amount of interaction was like the most addictive drug to her, and the sweet way he talked to her was music to her ears..The toxicity she smelled, though..made her rub her nose a bit, and the weird warmth she was feeling...she had never been in a place like this before, so she was just a bit..intrigued, and curious. "...Almost...where?"
 
2012-09-03 16:10:42 [Lamorra -> Omphalia] "A bit longer, love," Lamorra responds, stroking over Ompha's hand with his thumb. Oh, but he -is- such a nice speaker~ Soon enough, the heat does grow quite bad. It's almost a hundred and ten degrees when he finally stops, and when he takes the blindfold off of Ompha, she becomes instantly aware of why it's so warm. Directly above the crater of an active, bubbling and heated volcano caldera is floating the darkened home of Lamorra -- a small manor, two stories high, and decorated with gothic, dark, and forboding statues and designs, carved directly from gleaming, obsidian, and reinforced with an unknown, dark metal. To say the least. It is imposing. And then Omphalia is ushered inside. Quickly enough, anyways. The entryway in question is simply a large sprawling pit of marble and obsidian with some throwpillows strewn about on large slabs carved of the same materials. A single large brazier burns with a dark-red flame, and causes the shadows in this room to dance and stretch tall, long, and dark.
 
2012-09-03 16:15:04 [Omphalia -> Lamorra] Omphalia grimaces a bit-as her body then begins sweating from the intense heat-she was doing -fine- before..but now it was reallly hot, and shed pant slightly-before finally feeling the blindfold come off, her eyes had to adjust before she could see well at all..but she evnetually did-and shed widen her eyes...if just a bit, at seeing his home was over the mouth of a volcano..shed cover her mouth, to try and keep smoke out, just in case..but before she could say or ask anything-she was ushered into the house quickly..she was lucky she was wearing shoes, elseher feet would have probablly burnt off or something similiar..her spores, however-were not surviving, they were dying rampantly as soon as they were released by her..the intense heat wasn't good for them, she seemed not too affected though, short of sweating
 
2012-09-03 16:22:36 [Lamorra -> Omphalia] The heat inside lessens just a bit, but it's still a good ninety six degrees at least. The dark marble doesn't exactly do much to keep the heat from getting in here. "I believe fire is the most basic form of life. It reproduces at quite the amazing rate, too. It consumes and consumes until it kills itself. Interestingly romantic, if you look at it the right way." Soleth turns to Omphalia and tosses his mask off, showing her that blackened, sharp face, and a smile running across his lips. "I know how much you're hurting, my girl." He motions to himself, for an embrace and tilts his head. "So, today, I wish to heal you." It is, of course, a bold-faced lie, but hanging around something as beautiful as Omphalia that long has the unfortunate side-effect of making people like Lamorra inclined to bangin' booty. Arhm
 
2012-09-03 16:28:16 [Omphalia -> Lamorra] Omphalia looked around idly..taking in the looks of his house, she hadn't really seen the inside of many things..so this was..interesting to her, but once he started talking she returned her attention to him, tilting her head a bit, "I...see...fire doesn't really bode well with me..." she -has- seen it before, though she usually kept her distance, "What..kind of place..is this?" shed say..before blinking, "Heal..me?..what..do you mean?" she was well aware she was in pain-emotional, at the very least, but she was now curious how he would heal her...she was Naive enough to believe, that whatever he was going to do-he was doing it to help her.
 
2012-09-03 16:33:40 [Lamorra -> Omphalia] Soon enough, Lamorra begins unfastening his cloak from himself, and he lands a small, gentle kiss on Omphalia's cheek. Taking a hovering-step back or two, he drops the cloak to the ground, and gripping the grey sweater beneath by the collar, slowly slides it off as well, revealing the ashen, black flesh beneath. It gleams, if only a little, in the brooding, red, and flickering light. He's lithe -- to say the least. Two pectorals are lightly defined and toned on a chest that almost seems impossibly straight, bending straight down into a pair of somewhat curved hips that lend to his narrow form. His arms, too, are built about just as stringy. Still, he doesn't look unhealthy. Just naturally thin. His face, too, reflects this, being a bit more narrow than what one might expect. At least he still has his pants and his shoes on. Apparently he's looking to see Omphalia's reaction to this, though.
 
2012-09-03 16:41:22 [Omphalia -> Lamorra] Omphalia blinks as he begins unfastening his cloak..her eyes follow his hand, before she shudders at his kiss, a blush tinged her face almost immediatly, as she gasped...she continued to watch as he began taking off his grey sweater-and then saw the ashen, black flesh underneath, her eyes listed slowly over it..her blush reddened a bit more on her pale face..and instinct took hold of her, if just for a little bit..as she moved to him and slowly extended one finger and rolled it frim his naval all the way to his chest, she had seen his face before-and him being thin didn't seem to be a problem, "what..are you doing?....will this be..another form of embrace?..my mind seems to be saying it will be..and I feel...that i want it..."
 
2012-09-03 16:46:31 [Lamorra -> Omphalia] "You will want it," Lamorra assures, giving Omphalia a somewhat eager, and a little concerning grin. He forces himself up against her roughly now, and slides his arms around her tightly, and goes in for a real kiss this time. None of that cheek nonsense~ He has been, as of late, teasing her with all of this, and considering this is where her spores are, he's been a little concerned they -might- actually hurt him. No time like the present to find out. He slides his ashen tongue out to slip past Omphalia's lips, and urges her to prop her jaw open, rumbling into the embrace. His hands slowly wander her form and begin, cautiously enough, to fiddle with her dress. This thing is comin' off. Probably.
 
2012-09-03 16:51:44 [Omphalia -> Lamorra] Omphalia nods a bit, before gasping as she feels him press...roughly, against her, her whole body shivers and shudders at this embrace-and then...that kiss, one she had never felt before..her eyes widened..before closing to slits..as she enjoyed this, wrapping her arms around him in return...and indeed there were a ton of spores that came out of her mouth-however, considering the heat-and Lammora's ability to seem to drain them of life-made them rather harmless..so even if they could harm him, they most likely wouldn't now, she thought the taste of his tongue..was odd..though she didnt refuse it..using her tongue to dance around with his...as for the dress..he'd have to undo the corset first-or that thing wasn't coming off short of tearing it off.
 
2012-09-03 16:59:23 [Lamorra -> Omphalia] Lamorra eyes that corset with a bit of contempt. These damned things. Omphalia is probably used to it by now, but he certainly isn't. Still, he can manage, slipping his arms around to play with the thread holding it all together. Hopefully, he loosens it as opposed to tightens it on his first go. And of course, the smoke that billows out with his breath is fun for Ompha to deal with, but not all too impossible, too. And considering his embrace seems to be warming up now that he's getting excited, well, there's at least the warmth! Though the corset seems to be ruining that. "Mmph. After today, my dear. You will never be the same," he assures. Really, he needs to stop dropping hints.
 
2012-09-03 17:05:14 [Omphalia -> Lamorra] Omphalia shivered in delight at begining to feel warmth-It felt wonderful to her, feeling something that isn't fading away to becoming cold, her hands squeezed against his back just a bit tighter as shed gasp-He got it right..the corset loosened immediatly, and her slim figure was more easily revealed now, the rest of her clothes would be far easer to get off now, as she wriggled in his grasp, the smoke didn't even make her cough too much, a occasional one..yes, but she was fighting it, meanwhile even the -stronger- spores inside her body began to die slightly from the smoke, but at the rat ethey reproduced..well, she wouldn't be harmed..though the life being released by them dying might be feeding Lamorra.
 
2012-09-03 17:12:14 [Lamorra -> Omphalia] Upon the strange realization that his embrace with Omphalia empowers him like this, well, he has the odd idea that maybe he might have to do this more often. With a grin, he finally pulls away from Omphalia just a bit, and begins to slide his ashen hands about her form. Strangely enough, though, the darkness from this man seems to melt, as does his unusual side-effect of leaving bits of ash on whatever he touches. It appears that Omphalia has some adverse effects on his condition! Her dress, he begins to casually slide off of her, slowly at that, so he can sneak a long peek and whatever he happens to reveal next, and it causes him to rumble. His own flesh is slowly turning to that of a stony grey, and his eyes seem to slowly grow more and more human. The true visage of this idol of death~
 
2012-09-03 17:33:24 [Omphalia -> Lamorra] Omphalia blinks as he start to pull away, a frown adorns her face as she thinks he was just teasing her again, but she relaxes as he doesn't go that far away, she shivers as she feels his hands go all about her form as well though, a soft moan escaping her lips shed blinkj ust a little bit though, as the darkness and the ash was starting to leave his body..her head tilted just a bit..but she didn't remark on it, shed also bite her lip as she felt her dress sliding off slowly..and in responce, shed hook one finger into the back of his pants(?) andattempt to pull on it slightly "Nn...whats...happening?" this was a question on two things, mostly-why he was changing..and this strange sensation she was feeling..well..to put it simply, she was starting to get horny.
 
 
2012-09-03 17:51:47 [Lamorra -> Omphalia] Soleth is indeed wearing pants! They're a dark grey, and a rough jean, too. And of course, they smell like smoke. When Lamorra speaks finally, no smoke curls from his breath. And when he goes back for another kiss with Omphalia, his taste is moderately human. "Ompha. Even the dead can feel alive," he whispers. Not that she knows what that word means, but he certainly is fuckin' cute right now. Toned abdomen with a slit of a navel, just a bit of a crease at the bottom of his ribcage, and that slender form~ Mrowl. Slowly enough, he helps Omphalia with her current task of tugging on his pants, and slowly wiggles out of them, groping on this poor girl as his own arousal steadily increases. Though, with a motion of one of his hands, this chamber begins to rattle. "My dear... now, you must trust me." And abruptly, almost completely shattering the lust throwing through the air, an obsidian monolith juts sharply up behind Omphalia, and with enough speed to cut straight up her back~ And before Ompha can wrest herself away, Lamorra's darker side begins to show. He snatches for her wrists, and attempts to pin her against the jagged rock. The more she struggles, the more she'll cut herself~
 
2012-09-03 18:00:40 [Omphalia -> Lamorra] Omphalia was feeling utter and complete delight at all of this, a smile had even crept onto her lips as she..nodded at what he said, closing her eyes as he goes in for another kiss, her body shuddering...she -did- trust im, and his body was just driving her mad..but then, the chamber begins rattling, and her eyes open...and she hears those next words..shed look confused for a moment-before the utter look of contentment and happiness on her face shattered-and changed to a look of pain as she suddenly the cut makes her yelp-and her blood spills a bit as she suddenly pressed against the jagged rock, shed let out a pained whimper, her eyes wide, "Wh-What..are..y-you doing?!" shed then wince-she had shifted a bit..andit cut her more, shed let out a gutteral groan of..Pain, this time.
 
2012-09-03 18:05:12 [Lamorra -> Omphalia] Lamorra leaning in and thrusting himself up against Omphalia roughly, grinding his pants against her slender hips, he growls. "I'm showing you my love!" he proclaims! "You are mine, and I am yours, and your life, as it drips from you, symbolizes our bond!" That same growl comes on back as he bites down onto Omphalia's collarbone with some considerable lust and feral savagery, grinding her further up against that obelisk, shredding her skin from her. And still yet, the chamber rumbles~ Soon enough, he wiggles his hips, pants sliding down more completely, and thumbs at his boxers. Very modern~ Already rigid, and stony grey, pulsing thickly and strong, and well, fairly large, he begins to tease at Ompha's lips, the blood from her back trickling onto his masculine sex. "Say it, Ompha. Proclaim your love. Rejoice in our passion~"
 
2012-09-03 18:12:00 [Omphalia -> Lamorra] Omphalia's eyes flashed green-that glint immediatly going into them and illuminating them immediatly as she groaned-the undersides of her hair started to glow green as well...her blood, was also green-albeit a light green with spores muddled in with it as her back was ground against the obelisk, "G-Gaah!" the collarbone bite-The shredding of her flesh..was too much for her-her body was trying to go into a defensive state..But it wasn't succeeding, the spores released wouldn't survive in this environment, her hands clenched to the point she dug her nails into them and they drew blood..but her arousal, had not gone away..in fact..it might have been spiked a bit more..and as the spores in her exposed blood died-it went from green to grey, her legs twitched, "Ngh...Love.....i-it...your love..hurts..." shed groan out..."but...I..love...you.." shed manage out-barely, she was far from dying, though, so he needn't worry about that for now-its just the searing stabbing pain in her back was driving her mad..not to mention with all the spores dying, their life fleeting and feeding Lammora even more..
 
2012-09-03 18:19:42 [Lamorra -> Omphalia] "Mmmh~" Lamorra rumbles, nibbling a little harder until he tugs back, with just a little paper thin bit of flesh from Ompha's collarbone which he tears off, curling back into his mouth with his tongue, and swallowing before suckling at the wound like some sort of deranged parasite. Barbed wire begins to spiral around this obelisk, and it curls around the naked Lamorra as well, grinding into his sides and hips, and with a moan of some sort of masochistic, half-psychotic pleasure, he urgently plunges into Ompha's depths with no regard for any sort of preparation for the girl, grabbing her chiefly by the thighs and shoving her straight down onto his groin. The wire dances and whips about, flaying the two of them, all at Soleth's behest, working to urge him further into this sensation of life and death~ And they've hardly even started! What a jerk.
 
2012-09-03 18:27:28 [Omphalia -> Lamorra] Omphalia's eyes shudder and wince as she emits a enormously loud pain filled cry as he tears off a chunk of flesh from her collarbone, but..the sucking on it..actually made it feel better..then the wire began to come around her, her she'd pear down, eyes wide she had seen -this- before...it dug into her flesh, and caused her to wince, she was not used to pain-physical pain, at all..emotional, sure..but this, no..and she was also a virgin-so the suddenly plunging within her caused her to jolt a bit-causing even more tearing upon her back and for the barbed wires to grind harder against both her and him, while he may as well be immortal, probably..she was not, and the constant fleeting of life that was coming from her was no doubt feeding him. "L-Lamorra...." shed croak out-but she coudln't think of anything to say, as her mind then began to fog up from all the sensations she was feeling..green and gray blood continued to splatter about on the floor.
 
2012-09-03 18:44:37 [Lamorra -> Omphalia] The initial plunge, is, to say the least, shocking~ Though Lamorra, lips stained with Omphalia's essence, doesn't seem all too shocked, but perhaps a bit melodramatic as his eyes roll back into his skull. It has been quite a long time since he's had a release with such a beautiful, beautiful flower~ Well, spore carrying fungus in this case, but who cares? The next set of thrusts, though, his hips seeming to be quite used to this kind of contact despite his feet hardly ever touching the ground, are furious, and filled both with pent-up rage and fervent need. He has to be careful, though. He doesn't want to bleed her out all the way! So he eases up on that rock, though the barbed wire doesn't seem to want to relent, continually whipping around at Omphalia and cutting little scars into her cheeks, each pump of Lamorra's hips building up in speed and power, and causing Omphalia to jolt madly. And the more he files into this sensation, the more and more human he begins to appear. Though is blood always remains a dark grey, ashen, like his heart. And almost in unison with his elation, the hundreds of souls stuck in his belly begin to claw out and moan, excited, and visibly, but uselessly tearing at his midsection~ Which is, of course, probably very creepy for Ompha.
 
2012-09-03 18:50:00 [Omphalia -> Lamorra] Omphalia's inner walls clenched, and squeezed upon Lamorra's member as it was in her, her head was really becoming foggy, was it the blood loss, or the pleasure? regardless..the ease of her up on the rock let her let out a sigh of relief, but whe sinced once more as she felt the barbed wire lash at her cheeks, marring her beautifull face with scars, her hands twitched, weakly, they were still around him...and the furious pumping incited moans from her-the moans were of both pain, and pleasure this time, her hips even began to buckle in unision with his....she hadn't really noticed at how human he was starting to look as she suddenly felt a pressure against her middle as he began to thrust-it was the clawing from inside him, and she even saw one hand press out..and she shuddered slightly..but she did find it creepy..but she coudln't really ponder on it, as her slit clamped down on him really tight-signalling she was close..the glint in her eyes seeming to get brighter...
 
2012-09-03 19:00:38 [Lamorra -> Omphalia] After enough of Ompha's blood is guzzled on down by Lamorra, and he's starting to reach -his- peak, he begins to ramp up the pace even more, and explore Omphalia's form. The souls that stir in his stomach only seem to increase his pleasure; his absolute control over their fates happens to be very, very erotic. At least for him anyways. Bits of bubbling pre-cum begin to slide out of him, and that tight passage, and Omphalia's eyes, well, they're all very important signals to him. He looks up to her with a bit of crazed passion, and she might be able to tell this isn't entirely love. At least not on his end. When they lock eyes, he looks more like a feral animal than a romantic lover. And soon enough, he breaks vision from her to look at something less boring, suckling on one of her breasts and gnawing lightly on the flesh to leave another couple of marks. "You are mine," he mumbles into her flesh~
 
2012-09-03 19:12:09 [Omphalia -> Lamorra] Omphalia groans, this is sheer bliss-and absolute hell at the same time, as her body shifts about, she was no longer grimacing-but she was really close to her peak..so instead of a grimace, it was a look of contentment, once more..pain had become something more equivalant to a nagging sensation in her head, it was mostly pleasure now as she began to buck her hips even harder..her slit was still extremely tight-while it wasn't nesesarily love..she was still enjoying this passionate embrace, shed then emit a low moan as he began sucking and gnawing on one of her breasts...shed then emit a whimper-and then a immensly loud strangled moan-as her slit clamped down again..and a torrent of juices flooded out.
 
2012-09-03 19:20:42 [Lamorra -> Omphalia] Oh~! But that is the fun. As far as Soleth is concerned, paradise is just a step away from agony. His last thrust is his strongest, and it grinds Omphalia back into that obelisk something fierce, digging into her back meat cruelly, stinging and gnawing and nagging as it already is, shredded up with bits of her flesh and meat hanging off already. And still yet, she's alive~ When those juices come down onto him, he holds on for just a bit longer, and teeth grit around Omphalia's nipple, he growls, and finally begins to pump his deathly seed straight up into the girl, reaching his goddamned explosive peak. There's not a disproportionate amount, but it certainly does seem like it. The moment lasts and lasts and lasts, and it seems like it might not ever end. But then of course, it does, and all very abruptly, Lamorra pulls out of Omphalia, and releases her, letting her drop roughly to the ground, and wiping some of his own blood off of his chest to sample it, taking a few steps back, and the wire holding the two in the embrace letting him go. But not her... "You are mine," he repeats. "Ompha. Do you understand?"
 
2012-09-03 19:33:23 [Omphalia -> Lamorra] Omphalia's eyes damn near pop out from the shear pain of that next thrust-the pain overshadowed the pleasure at that moment, shed let out a shriek of pain, feeling it dig into her flesh, and stab into her, her legs twitch and her body jolts a bit-forcing it to cut even deeper, and more into her her hands flex before going limp-and oh god..the gritting of his teeth around her nipple, this was really starting to get painfull, shed wince, shutting her eyes tightly -before she felt him hit his peak, she feels the odd sensation-for the first time when someone releases within her body..she shivered, and that was about it, before closing her eyes..and she felt warm-on the inside now, too...and her eyes opened to slits, the glint was still there, as she saw him back away-she thudded onto the ground with no resistance, especially not with the barbed wires digging into her..she even had some tears staining the cuts on her face-from the pain, and then those next words she heard..shed finally manage out, "..Yes."
 
2012-09-03 19:39:49 [Lamorra -> Omphalia] Even while completely naked, Lamorra manages to carry himself in a somewhat mysterious fashion. The cuts that bleed down his body, covering his chest and dripping down his thighs and shins don't begin to heal. Nothing like that. They stay, and continue to bleed. And despite this, he looks absolutely fine. "Good," he hums. "And remember. I will never leave you. And for that matter, you will never leave me." He strides back over to Omphalia and kneels down, licking at one of the cuts on her cheek, and digging his tongue in just a touch before replacing the pain with a warm, tender kiss. "There is one last issue of trust to resolve. I must devour you, Ompha. And you must listen to the symphony therein." Well now. That uh. That's definitely not the -best- thing for someone like him to say. But hey. She's the one surrounded with barbed wire. And expertly and with dexterity, he moves down her form, kissing at her chest, and belly, and thighs, and shins, and suckling at each wound he can as he passes by, swallowing bits of Omphalia's essence before finally his lips rest atop the toes of one of her feet. "Do not struggle."
 
2012-09-03 19:51:49 [Omphalia -> Lamorra] Omphalia grimaced, shivering on the floor for a little bit as she heard him..she was not able to rise on her own, her limbs felt..dead, to her, at the very least, and shed shiver, this was the kinda attention she liked-well not necessarily liked..it was far better than someone dying in her arms, though. those words just reassured her more and more-until she heard..that he was going to..devour her?! her body shuddered, and she felt a tingle of fear go down her spine-which also caused severe pain down there as well..but as he kissed every gaping-bleeding wound of hers, she felt ..safe, while one should really think she shouldn't-she trusted him, and she was willing to let him do this anyway..even if she had the ability to get away, she probably would have let him. "I...won't....I...won't...die..will I?..I..want to stay..with you."
 
2012-09-03 20:07:26 [Lamorra -> Omphalia] For a second, Soleth looks up and smirks at Omphalia. There is at least a bit of caring in his eyes for her, feigned or otherwise, but if he cares enough to keep her calm, he must care a little. "You will find sanctuary in my form, my dear," he assures. 'My dear.' He uses that a lot. His lips wrap back around those toes and begin to suckle and drool on them, bits of smoky saliva dripping down onto the marble floor. His jaw pops loose, and at that sound, it's clear what he's going to do. The barbed wire, still scraping against Omphalia's flesh slowly recedes as his warm embrace begins to envelop her. It's strange, being stuck in the flesh of another, but it -is- warm, and plush, and despite the lunacy of it, throat bulging out with Omphalia's form as more of her is dragged down, it seems to work. However, when her feet hit the pit of his stomach, she feels ghostly hands clawing through her. It doesn't hurt, but it feels hollowing. As if something is trying to shatter her soul.
 
2012-09-03 20:11:59 [Omphalia -> Lamorra] ; might not even have a soul-considering she was created artifically, whether she did or not? well..they would probably find out at some point, if Lamorra ever destroyed her body-or if he was merely able to sense at the moment, the warm sensation she felt at her feet made her shudder-and the softness..was a very nice change compared to the tearing and rough spikes she was feeling earlier, shed shiver, and gasp a bit, shutting her eyes..as she felt herself slide into him, not..resisting, at all, once her knee's were in there, they would bend a bit, a attempt for her to get more..comfortable, as she descended.
 
2012-09-03 20:23:36 [Lamorra -> Omphalia] Possessively, Lamorra reaches forward to stroke at Omphalia's belly, and smear some of the drops of blood on it into her sweet flesh. His swallows are strong, but not cruel. He's too busy tasting the cuts on the back of Omphalia's thighs to be rough. And there's a dark, gun-metal flush on his cheeks, dizzy with the sensation, and somewhat aroused once more, though it's too late, obviously, to take Omphalia for another spin. Her sex, he tastes, but only for a short time. There's a mixture of his and her blood on the petals, and inside is his own spunk. Not exactly the best combination of flavors, though the blood is nice. Soon enough, though Lamorra's task grows easier and easier, and before Omphalia realizes it, the world grows dark, and she's staring at the thick, grey flesh at the back of Lamorra's throat. A swallow forces her down, and balloons out Lamorra proper. There's a low dull glow in his belly, countless spirits moaning and shuffling about... but many cling to Omphalia, seemingly entranced by her beauty. And many of these people... she remembers. After reveling in the sensation of having his most prized possession neatly locked away, the deathly reaper floats up, and slowly meanders off. "...sleep well, Omphalia," he coos~ And well, after that? He goes off to tug one out and then settle into his satiny sheets and sleep, swatting his stomach and telling Omphalia to behave if she even dares to speak~
 
2012-09-03 20:32:26 [Omphalia -> Lamorra] Omphalia shudders, feeling him lick those cuts, her body flexes a bit..and she lets out a gasp as she feels his tongue against her nethers..she would have tried to reach down and swat it away-if she could feel her arms, but mercifully, he pulled away..she coudln't handle anything else like that right now, her chest was heaving-and her body was overworked, working on trying to heal itself and keep her conscious from all that bloodloss, she was basically kissing death right now, in more ways then one-but she would live. and once darkness enveloped her-she sighed, and closed her eyes, feeling herself descend down into him completely-and be left in the mess of souls down in the embodiment of death's gut..and she even recognized some of them-and she even..felt their embrace a bit, but it wasn't the same as Lamora's, and they had left her before..so she didn't really feel anything for them much anymore..and her body-almost immediately after he said that, seemed to obey him..and she faded away from consciousness.