And the reached through the neck of her uniform blouse, reaching beneath her well-endowed mammaries. Through the fabric, the group could barely make out the signs of struggling and squirming from within before Hilda’s hand exited the front of her shirt, now holding a yelling and screaming woman in a red uniform with pure white hair. Like Lysithea she too was drenched in a dollop of sweat from being ferried between Hilda’s breasts for who knows how many hours, completely saturating her clothes, eyes, and hair. But she was recognizable enough.
“Meet your new roommate! For the next few seconds anyway…” said Hilda, displaying the former leader of the Black Eagle House to her toys by the nape of her outfit like a stray kitten. “Wh… what the?!” Edelgard exclaimed, looking around her as she hung perilously in the air, the smell of Hilda’s bare feet wafting upward. “Where am I? H-H-Hilda?! What did you do to me?!”
Edelgard’s exclamations were only met by playful giggles as she was dangled, her booted legs kicking out, trying with unspeakable tenacity to shake herself from between Hilda’s thumb and forefinger while Hilda meanwhile examined Edelgard like a scientific specimen. The level of attention she put into staring at Edelgard unnerved her, almost as much as being reduced to less than the size of a rodent did. She was not usually this focused. Then:
“Wait… what did you mean ‘for the next few seconds!?’”
“Well, the Dining Hall has been closed for a few hours now and to be honest… I’m still starving,” said Hilda, pouting. “I could use something meaty. You’re a bit thin but… you’ll do the trick.”
Edelgard shook her head as she saw the murderous glee in Hilda’s eyes. “Oh… oh no.” She shook it wildly. “No no no no no! You can’t do this! The Empire will – ”
“Ahhhhhhh…” Hilda intoned, opening her mouth and sending a hot, steamy cloud of moist breathy air directly into Edelgard’s face, stopping her tirade in its tracks as the acrid smell of the microscopic remains of thousands and thousands of hot meals blasted her nostrils.
“No, NO!” Edelgard screeched, before she was lifted straight into Hilda’s gaping maw, her torso landing on Hilda’s tongue. “Ahhhhhh, youuu ‘aste gwood Edy!” With the squirming screaming form in her mouth, Hilda could barely copulate comprehensible sentences. Closing her lips, Hilda allowed naught but Edelgard’s dangling legs to hang out from her newly-formed prison of breath and saliva, but Edelgard’s screams still yet managed to pierce the meaty pouch in which she had been condemned.
Then –
CRUNCH!!
It was over. With her legs still outstretched, they twitched for a moment, hanging in the air from between Hilda’s lips as they flexed, before going limp, becoming still.
Hilda smiled, a hint of red dribbling down her lips before she sucked in Edelgard’s legs like spaghetti, offering a few more sickening chomps before rearing her head back and swallowing the perfectly uniform mass, sending it down to its final resting place in the depths of her stomach. The metallic, salty, tangy flavor of her classmate was utterly unique, and unlike anything Hilda had ever sampled before.
Down below, Ashe and Leonie could do nothing but watch, helpless. Ashe fell to his knees, even as Leonie turned to gag, knowing nothing would come out.
Hilda licked her lips, cleaning up the blood that had escaped and said, “That was delicious! I have to try that again. I wonder if all the Black Eagle girls are that juicy… anyway…”
Hilda unsheathed her right foot of its stocking, taking extra care to gaze at the mass of juicy flesh that was once Bernadetta before tossing it aside, now baring both feet for her subjects.
“Well? Rub rub, little ones! I have a date with the Professor this evening and I cannot afford looking or feeling any less than my very best.”
“In the meantime I do have to wonder… who will I pick next?”
Hilda leaned her face on her palm, brow wrinkling as she was deep in thought.
