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Dreary…

Ibuki-Douji rolled her crimson eyes over the sprawling meadow of Arctic Summer World’s Flower Park. The area that the towering oni, who was just shy of 10 full feet and clad in a fitting black and pink swimsuit, strolled through was populated with a plethora of varying perennials. Most of the park’s guests were flabbergasted by the remarkable beauty of this endless pasture. Their shock was only exceeded by the moment that their heart stopped. When the absolute unit of a predator joined them in absorbing the floral environment. The bulging treads of her sneakers loudly plunged her hefty steps into the brick road, while her mighty and impish piercing eyes took snapshots of the park. Memories that filled a newly widening hole within her core.

Hunger

In all shapes and forms.

This is so dreary. It’s even a greater disappointment than Genji’s hot baths. These weeds just vary by their shapes and sizes.

A hunger that was only partially placated by this…lacking array of vegetation.

Where are the madness-inducing poisonous rafflesias? The bristled bushes that freely lacerate with invisible tendrils? Or even the overweight man-eating pitcher plants?

Ibuki’s inherited existence, as a divided spirit of an ancient Japanese god, and her utter dominance during her rule in Japan resulted in a very high standard of experience. The Genji’s hot springs were too cold, so the purple dragon raised the temperature a little. Until the pool had reached a modestly satisfying warmth. As a pool of lava.

Grrgle

Hush now. I’m an inhuman monster and fun-loving summer party girl. I can’t be caught with a growling stomach. What would I do if these insects thought I was starved? What would I do if Master were to come my way while you are crossing a ruckus?

Aside from the subpar stimulation that this normal Flower park provided to Ibuki, the veritable Snake God hoped there was some veracity to the claims of there being a smorgasbord of decadent dining option to munch and scarf down. At least, then the lava-equivalent chyme dripping from her stomach folds would have a target. Alas, the food stalls that should have sufficed were clamored by the sea life and Heroic Spirits who had emerged in this wintry summer singularity.

GOROOOAAANN!!

Ibuki’s stomach expressed its yearning for a solid offering. Anything to be consumed and torn apart for her host’s growing appetite. For a substance solid enough that it could withstand the Oni’s crushing internal pressures and heats. Even as the brawny folds of meat burned hotter than the sun and oozed ropes of scorching acids. The viscosity serving as a semi-solid pestle that would lasciviously levigate the life until their last scream.

That is all that Ibuki wanted.

At least long enough for the natural predator to relish in the act of domination. From the act of squelching a life or slab of meat into buttery goop or slop. Gut soup that would homogenize with the steaming chyme. That was being actively secreted from the purple dragon’s stomach walls at this very moment.

Hmm…

I might have to sneak away one of these guests to service my needs for an amusement park snack.

Ibuki’s eyes rolled over the floral pasture once again. The divine demon huffed as she noticed that she reached the peripheral edge of the Floral Park. The flowers having given way on one side and the ice floes retracting. A sizable body of ocean water and sand, an effect of the singularity, was now to the Oni’s side. Her sneakers crunching on the small grains of sand as she focused on the living and breathing denizens of this park.

A soft exhalation puffed out of Ibuki’s nostrils, and her tail slightly swayed in the air. As she noticed that the beating pulses of their vasculature and circuits had grown more distant from her position. Since the roaring growl spilled out of her rumbling midsection. Turns out that Arctic guests and Chaldea Servants alike were astute enough to realize that it was unwise to be near a towering demonic Oni when she was hungry.

“Oh…I guess this is what they mean when they say that Amusement Park food is more trouble than it’s worth.”

Ibuki lightly stomped her incalculable weight on the tiled floor. A predatory glint slowly colored her red irises as her ocular structures dilated. The demonic entity, still acclimating to modern social norms, interpreted the high costs that park food was known for as the effort she would need to hunt down the guarding life around her.

“Oh! Ibuki! I didn’t know that you wished to visit my park!”

The powerful predator had nearly angled her meaty calves. In preparation for a fierce sprint to grab the nearest hapless prey. To swiftly lift and plunge them down the wet slide of her throat. A space that would frictionlessly transfer them into a steamrolling gourd. Ibuki’s stomach, which was filled with violating rugae. That would tenderize and soften them up. Into a meaty paste that could have painted the Oni’s inner stomach lumen. Only to eventually be squeezed down the funnel of her pyloric sphincter by the compacting digestive organ. Then, Ibuki’s innards would bloat by the time that the chunks of gooey meat finally joined the rest of the sloshing package. That was already in transit towards her tail end.

“I’m glad that I was able to catch you before I went back to Master’s ship. I don’t think we’ve had much chance to talk one-to-one. A real shame considering that you made it possible for me to show up in this singularity and meet the Chaldea of this universe.”

However, Ibuki’s primal proclivity to hunt, debase, devour, and destroy the retreating prey around her diminished. For a morsel foolish enough to stand side by side with her had begun talking. Lady Avalon, the self-proclaimed Little Sister of Merlin, and everyone else she’s met, was talking to Ibuki-Douji. Lady Avalon’s ruby red eyes shined up towards Ibuki’s sharp scarlet eyes. A tilting of their heads was necessary due to the great disparity in size. Lady Avalon was not even half the size of Ibuki-Douji. A contrast that was even more emphasized by the opposing color palette of their attire and complexion.

“You’re everyone’s little sister?”

The mage’s porcelain-pale skin was clad in a snow-white two-piece swimsuit. An adorable ensemble of fabrics that softly released a shudder. As its owner slightly shifted from hearing Ibuki’s question. The white mage having appeared out of curiosity to greet her park’s larger-than-life guest. However, whatever unfounded confidence Lady Avalon mustered for this one moment had slowly wafted away. For there was a mighty tangibility to her contemporary’s mere presence. Almost as if this mage of flowers could feel herself being sucked up inside the distant orifices of the demon’s sensory organs. As she inspected her with a possessive attention.

“Why?”

Meanwhile, the Oni’s uniform purple skin was clad in a black one-piece swimsuit. A form that combined both plump softness and unimaginable strength. The divine being’s mystical meat lay beneath her shining swimsuit and purple dermis, which radiated a burning heat. Energy that was being exuded to an immeasurable degree. And only Ibuki-Douji was aware of just how much of it was from anticipation of this meal that just delivered herself to her. A meal that only meekly answered and had not even begun to scamper off.

Fufu~

“Little Sisters Are Delicious.”

The two couldn’t have been more dissimilar. They were opposing forces that excelled in their respective domains. Yet, in this recreational space, it was obvious who was predator and prey.

Groan~

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Heat.

Both Ibuki and Avalon felt it simultaneously. The former felt the warmth of a meal passing down the central ring within her midline. That formed her alimentary canal, which gingerly widened without much argument. A simple gaping of the Oni’s meaty throat, and the wriggling mage’s feet were pulled into that mucosal embrace. Not even a swallow was necessary with the sheer difference in their size. As the mage prey sagged through the velvety esophageal corrugations.

Hmm~

Finally. An easy meal is a sufficient perk for being this park’s godly benefactor.

Gluck

Gluck

Gluck

Ibuki’s throat and one-piece swimsuit barely bulged. The crying Lady Avalon’s existence was reduced to a mere series of bumps buried beneath the Oni’s distensible dermal and meaty muscular layer.

“No. Wait! Why isn’t my mana…No! Stop swallowing you…”

Meanwhile, the Mage of Flowers uselessly struggled and called for attention. Unfortunately, the sandy edge of her crowded park had suddenly cleared out once the Mini-Giantess had made her selfish hunger known. The magically proficient prey only had herself and her hubris to blame. As Avalon quickly found out. When she was plucked by her midriff by Ibuki’s hands, lifted with her feet above the Oni’s impossibly wide mouth, and had her pruned soles pressed against that warm undulant carpet called a tongue. For the insides of the beastly woman were draining the white mage of her energy.

By the time that Lady Avalon felt the insides of Ibuki’s tongue and cheeks wrap around like a warm blanket, any mana she could muster was quickly emptied towards the most inferior aspects of her body. Like a leaking sieve.

Gluck

Gluck

Gluck

Thus, Lady Avalon was quickly reunited with an old and lost friend, as her legs sunk into the sweltering meaty quicksand of Ibuki’s suctioning esophagus.

Fear.

A fear that only grew within Lady Avalon. As the heat of her predator’s internals became her external environment.

The white mage’s fit rump was squished between the slimy floor, oozing roof, and examining tongue. All before it was slurped up by the powerful assembly line of rippling muscle. The soft contours of the floral woman’s body were equally drenched in hot Oni saliva and sticky oral mucosa. A heated viscosity that seeped through the flimsy lace of her swimsuit. All to prime her midriff for the next powerful digestive tug and pull. Involuntary moans and gasps slid out of Avalon’s mouth as her arms were guided into the mouth by the Mini-giantess’s own hands. Limbs that were squeezed right in between gums and sharp dentition along with the floral woman’s torso. Where her modest pair of breasts rested. The sensitive tissue, clad in lace, conducted a hot electricity. Upon feeling the towering Oni’s abrasive tastebuds massage them down. A thorough glide that allowed the softly crooning predator to relish in its flavor, while simultaneously dragging the entirety of the white mage’s torso into the depths of a steaming gullet. To be pulled under by the sodden current of flesh

Is that her—

Gluck

Lady Avalon sharply inhaled once she felt the bottom end of her body impact against a tough and bulging knot. Her legs were battered by a powerful rhythmic reverberation that distorted the canal they were trapped in. The floral woman knew where she was about to enter.

Her relatively short body was already fully encapsulated in Ibuki’s throat. Her plump lips began to narrow back into sealing gate. One that Avalon’s head was now on the wrong side of. The tapered end of the purple woman’s tongue was curling back up to finish the deed of shoving the white mage through the closing mouth. Just as her calves breached into the space of the predator’s stomach. A space that saturated her writhing body with a new level of heat.

“Hel—”

Lady Avalon had abandoned all sense of pride and lofty allure. She was about to unleash one last pitiful cry. One that was filled with a desire for assistance. For the white mage had a sinking feeling about her predator’s suctioning insides. A sinking feeling of that dark interior’s natural capacity to just soak her magic through its liminal surfaces.

Smck

Alas…the demonic dragon’s drawbridge was closed. The regal mage was shut off from the natural light of her park and forced to look at the lightless closed entrance of Ibuki’s muggy oral swamp.

Gluck

Far too late it was.

Lady Avalon’s screams were lost in the sinusoidal waves of beefy throat flesh. An unending meaty undertow that sloped and hotly adhered to the prey as she descended into a hellacious abyss. The hot chyme of the Oni’s stomach walls was already burning through her footwear and bare legs.

Delicious! Oh! Don’t other Servants usually take pictures of their meals. I should have taken an image for Servantgram!

Meanwhile, the capped predator trailed a hand across the small bulge that sank and then sagged in her midsection. Bulging her swimsuit out to a manageable degree.

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“That hit the spot.”

The tower of flesh casually said as she stroked the bulging contours along her exposed flank. Evidence of the regal occupant lively struggling within the bounds of the ovoid atrium. However, each pulsation of the prey’s activity was met with an opposing and dominating pulse of muscular might. One that wobbled the predator’s mammary shelf and further constrained the softening guest into occupying a smaller space. Each passing of this cycle flushed Ibuki’s face with glossy glow. The natural aftermath of having the void of hunger contended with by an appropriate sacrifice.

“Gosh! If I could eat you again, then I would scarf you right down little sister.”

Ibuki whimsically chirped. The finality of her actions was treated with a casual parlance. As she merrily sauntered through the sand adjacent to the flowery fields. The same that were once cultivated by her prey. A prey that was satisfying the proprioceptive sensation of heat and activity that the towering woman had so desired. A portion of her meal that was almost as tantalizing as the act of consuming the prey herself. A gooey and suffocating digestion.

Mmrrgh!

Of course, it was fun for Ibuki to tilt her head down to look at the shifting outlines become lost within the pasture of her purple skin. However, it was hard for this stage of early digestion to compete with the later stage’s overpowering feelings. That came from ripping flesh from bone and mixing the mush with the dripping oily fats strewn by gut oatmeal. All accomplished by the mere massage of Ibuki’s insides and a jubilant gushing of her inner wall’s searing acidic essence.

“I kind of wish that you would last long enough for this entire stroll through your park.”

The sensitive tissue of the inner curves of Ibuki’s breasts were stimulated by the protrusion of the prey’s head. Avalon’s cranium rubbed against the fundus of the stomach. While her limbs were contorted into a firm outline that teasingly tingled at the edges of the meaty woman’s muscles limbs. Each stride she took sparked just the right amount of buzzing waves that fed into the charged pleasure that reached the predator’s core. It was just the perfect side-dish for the Mini-Giantess’s flower viewing.

“I’m pretty sure that this is how you wanted your guests to enjoy the amenities of your park.”

Buruglorsh~

Ibuki’s stomach groaned in response. As the prey’s weak voice was unable to reach a high enough volume to break through the demonic gut’s gastric disharmony.

“Although, I wonder how you were going to feed yourself to every guest to keep them entertained enough to enjoy these small flowers…”

Ibuki dug her fingers deep into her gut. Thus, the filled predator could already feel her small meal giving away. From the slight pressure of the Oni’s sharp digits digging into the opulence of her abdomen.

“When it feels like my stomach is already absorbing you for all your worth.”

Ibuki’s words rung through the vacating park. More and more guests steered clear of the advancing predator. As she continued to casually talk to her prey. The latter reached a point of no return for the pleasure of one of her guests. The firm geometry of her frail state was slowly mangled and shattered.

“In fact, a meal as small as you would barely dent my appetite, but I can feel so much magical energy just spilling into my innards. Seeping into my folds. If you were tethered to some other space like the Throne of Heroes…well, I think that connection is going to be cut after my belly crunches you into goo.”

Ibuki patted her stomach and gently smirked at the abdominal package dragged by the swing of her gait. Each pump of the Oni’s legs added to the laxity of the gut and fueled its tightening pressure. All to recede the belly back to a more manageable state in the following hours.

“Oh well. It’s your park. Who am I to judge how you operate things.”

Ibuki softly sighed. The towering woman gave no further thought of the ramifications of her choice of diet. Instead, she fully indulged herself in the dual course meal that finally made sense to her divine sensibilities. The purple dragon’s stimulation-craven mind, desirous for a more active world from the stationary landscape, was able to find solace in the stunning resilience that her small prey put up. Each of Lady Avalon’s kicks and shoves were boosted by her natural magical reserves. A force that resulted in an electrifying massage that percolated along the horned predator’s spine. From the tips of her toes to the tips of her horns. A balmy warmth suffused the apex predator’s strolling figure. As she felt her internal infrastructure reduce her prey’s external infrastructure. The pleasure of dominance was a constant backdrop in Ibuki’s mind, as she felt the complex arrangement of manifested meat become a simpler mixture with each soupy squeeze of her stomach, and as she imbibed the soothing scenery of the park. A visual drink that the Divine Oni was only now able to appreciate, while her sphincter gulped the softening paste of Avalon’s dissolving form.

Fuu~

“I was right! Little sisters just pair so well with flower viewing.”

Surumrghglosh~

Ibuki wasn’t sure why, but she followed her gut instinct and kneeled to take a big whiff of the nearby flowers. The wafting aroma intermixed with the pleasured signals and were communicated through the Mini-giantess’s circuits. Furthermore, it sharpened her senses. The towering woman cooed in bliss. Ibuki felt her gastric atrium’s guest fail against the unyielding resilience of her brawny legs. For the purple dragon’s meaty limbs squished against her distorted stomach while she squatted down to get a closer look at the flowers. Shifting the presented anatomy of Lady Avalon’s existence.

“Gosh! Little sister. I just love how I can feel every little part of you get lost in the depths of my stomach folds.”

Thereby resulting in a rumbling proprioception. The full force of Avalon’s struggling limbs and voice, a light massage to the horned woman’s heated insides, as her bones snapped and muscles tore from the new position that the towering woman contorted herself into. Whether the height of Avalon’s cries and writhing couldn’t be held for too long, or if she couldn’t muster the strength any longer once the happy predator stood back up to her full height didn’t matter. At least not to the apparent owner of the little sister.

“You aren’t as strong as other Oni that I’ve eaten, but there is a seductive strength to the warmth oozing through my veins.”

Ibuki continued her one-sided conversation even as her gut lost its definition and visibly softened into a stiff and slender slope. The self-proclaimed little sister of everyone steadily found herself being transferred to a new station in life.

“And it’s all mine.”

As a little sister that is wholly owned by the meat and fat of the towering Oni’s figure. Layers of tissue that Lady Avalon would become lost in. As nothing more than fuel fodder for the towering woman to burn or freely strut. An extra little sister jiggle hanging off the divine demon’s stomach. That was waiting to be reallocated to another portion of Ibuki’s body.

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“…all mine”

Ibuki’s selfish statement vibrated through the stomach walls that viciously clamped down on the reddened prey’s dermis. To the point that it hotly adhered to the sluicing skin and sinew like a new superficial layer. Avalon was not foolish enough to believe in the veracity of this comparison. As she was more than familiar with how each rolling pulse of this draconic stomach meat ulcerated and corroded her existence. As each of the predator’s playfully casual remark vibrated her entrapment in a rhythmic pace. Just like Ibuki’s beating heart and filling lungs joined the garrulous orchestra of her digestive borborygmi.

Fuck…

Avalon had some fantasy that she might have been able to abscond from this dissolving prison if this was the only pattern that she had to contend with. Even when the burning slime that coated her form amplified her sensorium’s vulnerabilities to the boiling vat of acid that she found herself in.

A vision that gave nothing but darkness and stole Avalon’s comfort by burning through her ocular structures’ sensitive membranes. Each needy inhalation ushered in a toxic miasma that tainted her lungs. A gaseous exchange that her dulling ears did not have the luxury. As the external pinna gradually oozed over the enzymatically digesting inner ear structures. Intense acidic fumes and immense acerbic viscosity invisibly and translucently dressed the digesting mage’s form. Accelerating this process while forcing her sense of touch to be an unending road of agony. One that forced her to punch, kick, and scream in the pond of scorching vomit that was digging its liquid teeth into the floral woman’s exposed muscles and bones. Until she mistakenly opened her mouth wide enough for a firm pocket of throbbing stomach lumen to invaginate into her tortured mouth. Thereby forming a direct conduit for the magma-like acids to pour into the prey’s frail insides.

“Nothing beats grinding…sisters…and flowers…”

Again…Avalon was besotted by the fantasy that she even had a sliver of a chance of escaping. Even as the indulgent predator massaged the bulky strata of her abdomen from the other side. Compressing and guiding the powerful walls to overwhelm any magical strength that the 20kg flower of a lady could muster. Compromising each simple and complex effort that Avalon made to extricate herself from a fetal position. One that was being increasingly contorted within this purgatory growing dense with scum and broth produced from her flaying flesh.

This isn’t what I meant when…

Hot white thunder percolated through the overwhelmed prey’s consciousnesses. As she felt the firm bodily structures, that prevented the meat on her frame to coalesce into a muck of pulp, break.

GURROOSSSHHH!!

The voracious and uncaring stomach was unmerciful in its expression of unwarranted adoration to the little sister. Its beefy folds pressed too far and ripped deep into Lady Avalon’s fibrous layers. Reducing the physicality of her beautiful existence into gory sinew and diffusing dust. Avalon’s sloughing flesh and textures flowed freely into the bubbling gut slosh. A hot chyme that now gushed through every open space like a flood that fully broke through a spewing dam.

…when I said I was everyone’s little sister…

Lady Avalon’s mind began to dim. The floral mage was thankful that the burning agony that convulsed her body began to abate. As the slick calcium of her collapsing skeleton sliced through huge flesh of her vital organs. A brilliant white light engulfed her frying nerves as her softening meat was whisked into a homogenous goop. The prey didn’t need her senses to know what was happening now. Most of her body was already reduced into liters of proteinaceous volume.

“Oh…softening up…already…good…snack…”

Erythematous pulp stretched the lining of Ibuki’s intestines, as it drained from her stomach and into her duodenum. A space where Avalon’s remains would be further digested by bile and lipases, enzymes that will be exchanged for pepsin and hydrochloric acid.

I…my magic…

Avalon hoped that this would not be a fatalistic fate. Yet she could feel the essence of her spirit rebounding back from the sheer elastic properties of Ibuki’s mystical gastric walls. It seemed like the little prey would not be able to escape from this predator even from her afterlife.

someone…help…

Avalon hoped with her vanishing mind. Seconds before the apocalyptic crash of Ibuki’s squeezing stomach came upon the vestiges of the prey’s existence. A thoughtless action by the predator, whose systems simply wished to return to its former tense state. To make the towering Oni’s abdomen a lean slope once again. As the slight indiscernible bulges of the prey’s transformed existence traveled down into the lower aspects of the predator’s middle.

SUUURRSSHH~~

That was the only kind of sound emitted within the depths of Ibuki’s intestines. The matter that slithered through this ringed sleeve, a ravenous encasing constantly seeping itself with the drink of mage paste, was bereft of thought. Avalon had been fully digested of her ability to exist as an autonomous existence. Her reality was now reduced to that of Oni dung. A matter that shifted from a ruddy complexion to one closer to chestnut. As fats, protein, and carbs were slurped up by the pulsing draconic path and used to give a nearly imperceptible boost to the towering predator’s tremendous figure. A woman that was still casually walking through the park.

As her body prepped the steaming load into a hefty heat. One that would be pressed against Ibuki’s back entrance. Stimulating the tender nerve endings of her pucker before it widened. The purple tail would lift into the air as the predator lowered her body close to whatever receptacle she deemed worthy of a mage-based stool. A brown log of homogenized cream that would barely even register in Ibuki’s mind as she defecated it out. All that would probably tingle in the back of the purple dragon’s mind was the effort she would need to take to spread her cheeks to drop off the load. Perhaps…if the prey was lucky…an impish train of thought would remind the predator of her meal’s identity, and she would give one last fawning farewell before departing.

Perhaps…Ibuki might even allow her next bowel movement to flow out of her system, from her tail hole, and into Avalon’s flower fields. So that the owner of the Flower park could fertilize it one last time. Regardless, this was a potential future and not the present.

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Uurp!
Hm~

For now…the predator’s iron stomach had regressed back to its slender and musclebound appearance. The Oni’s one-piece swimsuit had returned to gently hugging her purple skin. As she vacated a residual pocket of gas that had stewed in her stomach.

“Tastes floral.”

grrgle~

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A young orange haired woman was walking through the park of flowers. A white-furred animal followed close behind her two-piece bikini clad form. The former rubbed the back of her head in perplexed confusion, while the latter began to bound ahead.

Where is everyone?

This young woman’s name was Ritsuka. The master of Chaldea who returned to this Flower Park after Lady Avalon didn’t show up at their ship in the past couple of hours.

Maybe I was wrong about Lady Avalon dropping by her park before coming to our ship…

Ritsuka decided to search the floral woman’s park mainly because of their recent experience in this location. Thus, the orange-haired woman was confident that the white-clad mage might have gotten tangled up in some trouble of her own creation. Yet, the master was unable to find everyone’s little sister. In fact, the young woman had a difficult time finding anyone in the park. As most of the venues had been cleared out.

“Fou! Fou!”

It wasn’t until Ritsuka’s white-furred companion began sounding off that the young woman found one of the Flower Park’s guests.

“Oh! Hi! Honeybun! Gosh! Did you come to see me!?”

The pillar of gorgeous purple playfully sung with her mighty vocal cords. With a cadence that found the perfect equilibrium between gentle strength and impish joy. Ritsuka began to jog towards the source of the voice. Fully aware that it could only be from one person.

“Ibuki!”

Ritsuka blinked before slowing her pace down to a stop. A gradual deceleration of movement that the young woman unconsciously enacted. As it was the perfect way for her to covertly check out the luscious curves and powerful contours of the Oni’s bursting and towering body.

Damn…I know that I’ve already seen more than enough during that Cheerleader’s photoshoot she made me do of her…but there’s still something so tantalizing seeing all that glistening fat and muscle packed away in the tight embrace of her one-piece swimsuit.

Ritsuka scanned her eyes up and down the outrageous proportions of her towering Servant. The young woman was completely unaware that the smallest layer of mass was added as an enticing varnish to the seductive demon’s purple splendor. Lady Avalon, the servant that the orange-haired woman was looking for, was now reduced to a small number of calories for Ibuki to burn and as mass hanging off her figure. The mage of flowers had been stolen from her field of flowers and entombed within this world of heat and flesh. As unthinking pounds that took many alluring forms.

An extra bounce on Ibuki’s ample breasts. A stray jiggle on the Oni’s abundant rear. Increased tension along the towering woman’s mighty muscles. Even…some layers of chub that made the Oni’s fleshy purple tail a little fatter.

“Have…you seen Lady Avalon.”

Ritsuka was able to get out of her lips. Those words were spoken as the young woman tried to mask a furious flush that engulfed her bare cheeks. For the young woman wasn’t sure where to stare. Her mind melted from the simple heat that engulfed her body from being in the presence of the immense demonic beauty. A fact that Ibuki easily recognized and derived both enjoyment and adoring love from.

“Nope!”

Ibuki’s weighty tail undulated in the open air. The tension of the muscle near the root of the wiggling appendage caused the layers of tissue layer her prodigious rump to wobble.

“FouMurderMerlin!”

Fou called. The furred animal’s natural propensity to sense the floral mages clued him to Lady Avalon’s fate. A fate that Ritsuka would remain unobservant of, and one that Ibuki would slyly withhold. As she found more fun in being with the company of her easily befuddled master. Such a divulgence of information would simply ruin the moment. That was the last thing that this divine Oni wanted to do during this eternally fleeting summer moment.

“How about you join me on this flowery beach walk Honeybun! I was thinking of stomping on some of these smaller ones before you arrived.”

The towering Oni smugly grinned as she rocked on her sneakers. Her entire frame shifted, tensed, and relaxed from the benign motion. With the mass gifted to this divine being and the little extra taken from a little mage that tasted of flowers.

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