sandow
| " | The stressful and sometimes abruptly violent encounters which Amber could be thrown into necessitated well earned rest when possible. Fate of her non-critical mission targets was often not specified, and to Amber a chance to safely satisfy predatory urges was one not to be missed. Stripped down and bereft of harmful implements, her catch would protest and writhe as their struggle warped her gut, creating fleeting mounds against fur & flesh. Her claim (previously a guard) would lend a sloshing wobble which was only tempered by tight clothing. Complaints, whilst indistinct, would persist all the way back toward her trip home. Able to relax and unwind, her large gut would fall silent beyond gastric groans and churns. Perhaps her prey had been successfully dispatched? Perhaps they realized the futility of struggle? Either way, relaxation and continued satisfaction would serve as a blissful mental cocktail. |
