Lisa was an opinionated woman, who already formed an idea of what was going on that simply explained this discrepancy. That the visible discomfort that Ellin expressed was strongly rooted in the cogitations of her mind. A brain that was rotted and addled by a licentious fog solely directed at Jean. An obvious assumption for the librarian to make. Especially, as she observed how the plain girl, not to the point that she was unattractive but definitely homely, dressed herself. It was obvious that the predator was trying to mimic her wardrobe to match the attire of the much more beautiful prey.

Furthermore, Lisa was confident that if given the chance, then Ellin would want a little more. No. This inexperienced youth would want a lot more of Jean Gunnhildr. The question was did the plain girl bite off more than she could chew or was she too much for the Acting Grandmaster to handle. As much as Lisa would have preferred the former possibility, the fact that the mentally distracted Ellin didn’t register the physical protrusions lining her gut, from the Acting Grandmaster’s physical movements, supported the latter notion.

“Well…then…”

Ellin gulped. As Lisa pressed her covered abdomen against the younger woman’s stuffed gut. The mature woman’s plush middle wrapped around the taut enclosure that encumbered the Acting Grandmaster. All so that the librarian could lean deeply forward. One leg to the side of the predator and their heads were now parallel. A fresh bead of surprise emerged on Ellin’s temple as she felt Lisa’s hot breath buzz against the pinna of her ears.

“…just a reminder for my pair of dearies that every Knight of Favonius is expected to be able to escape from the gut of a predator…”

Each syllable was a popping cackle tinged with a witchy humor. It drew Ellin’s attention into a tunnel vision. Jean, who was able to hear the muffled throaty tones through the layers of young flesh, had slowed her movements to listen. The prey’s own thoughts rattled as she figured out what Lisa was implying.

“…so, if what you’re saying is true, then that’s fine. I’ll see you later busy bee at our next scheduled teatime. Otherwise, well…I guess that I’ll just have to greet Ellin’s grizzly blubber the next time I want to see you.”

Ellin’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. The intrepid trainee absorbed what Lisa was saying, and was able to recall what she said in the Knights of Favonius’s rulebook. However, it took a bit for the young woman to fully process it.

“Wait…Ms. Lisa…you mean…”

Lisa backed away. She brought her hands to rest flatly on her own midsection. Then the mature woman gently nodded.

“Yup. If Jean is unable to get out of your guts, then her status as a Knight is fully revoked and she’s yours to do with as you please.”

Those words, approval from a figure of authority, had left Ellin’s heart thundering.

“Lisa! Wha—“

Squellcchh~

A commissioned art drawn by  BlueAugur The caption and associated story was written by  FatedMeal which can be found here: https://aryion.com/g4/view/1036174

The post's title might be a bit aggressive but I think I am telling the truth

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