A yelp of pain rang through the battlefield. The battle was not looking to be in favor of the Hoshidian army, and its units had began fleeing. Seeing her underlings knocked unconscious by a crazed woman with an axe was terrifying, Orochi cursed herself for not pushing harder to cancel the attack on Nohr's border. Lord Takumi wouldn't heed any of her warnings, despite the evidence her divining had continued to bring to the table with each new reading. She was half tempted to read her own fortune, but that was considered to be extremely bad luck. As she laid on the ground, separated from the others, with a maniacal woman staring her down, she now wish she had.

The wound on her was sparingly non-fatal, but it seemed none of the wounds inflicted on anyone in her army were. She was reaching for her fan, a tool she used to cast deadly spells. It was just barely out of her reach, as the blonde haired brute slowly strode towards her. Just a... little more... Charlotte's foot dashed her hopes for surviving, as she stepped on her dainty hand, and kicked the fan away with her free foot. She grinned as she applied pressure to the fallen mage's soft hand, grinding and twisting atop it for additional pain.

"Arrgh, s-stop... please!" Orochi begged, unable to free her hand from beneath the soles of the sadistic fighter.

"Heh, no one is around. Lord Corrin said to spare all of you, but I don't think he'd notice little ol' you going missing, now would he?" She giggled as she removed her foot, and kicked her side, to flip her onto her back. Orochi was much too wounded to protest, and now stared up at the woman who would end her life, gasping for air. Tossing her axe aside, she took hold of both of her feet with each hand, and removed her sandals. Orochi couldn't resist as the woman licked her toes seductively, before thrusting them deep inside her maw.

"Ahhn, n-no..." Orochi had heard of the kingdom of Nohr devouring fallen enemies, but this was the first time she'd actually seen it happen, and it was much too close for comfort. She weakly struggled by kicking her quickly disappearing legs, only for the fighter to laugh at her pathetic attempts to survive. Having had more than a few meals on the battlefield before, Charlotte snatched up her prey's hands, when enough of her meal had been swallowed to reach them. They were drenched in sweat, the fear always made meals deliciously salty and sweaty, she had grown fond of the taste.

Orochi's rump was too delicious to not stop and savor. Charlotte was on her knees, her expanding belly resting on the ground below her, beginning to be filled with the mage's legs. She moaned at the taste, even through the girl's clothes, it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted before. As she began gulping more of her down again, her tongue poked between her thong. What a slutty little mage, Charlotte mused, wearing something like this to the battlefield. She was just begging to be eaten up. Who was she to deny her wishes? Her exposed back and midriff were exceptionally delicious, the built up sweat deeply enhancing the natural flavor of her flesh.

Orochi's arms had went limp, she wasn't even attempting to struggle anymore. She just looked onwards at the beast devouring her, knowing she could have avoided this situation by reading her own fortune. It didn't take her divining abilities to deduce that her future lied on the curves of the woman gulping her down. She would be swallowed, churned into a slurry, padding her already impressive body, and then... the mage grimaced, returning to nature in that way seemed especially cruel to her now. She had been spacing out so much, that she hadn't even noticed the blonde woman had reached her plump breasts already.

Orochi herself couldn't stifle a moan at the sensation of her tits being kneaded by the fighter's teeth. She was chewing every so lightly, just enough to work more of her flavor down. The fighter had let go of her arms at this point, to support the growing heavy orb of flesh piling on the rocky ground below. Orochi couldn't muster up the effort to even try and resist with her now free hands. She simply moaned in pleasure, enjoying the last feeling of the sensation she would ever have. Nothing but burning agony awaited her inside the gut, she could already feel her legs beginning to tingle and itch.

Her view of the woman swallowing her much closer now, Orochi looked at her beautiful face. Her lips were quite plump, as the swallowed her neck down. Her expression had softened to one of pleasure itself, clearly savoring the taste of the woman's flesh. The tears Orochi didn't even feel rolling down her cheeks were yet another flavor enhancer Charlotte loved to top her meals. She didn't stop to savor her face, though. At this point, she was usual ready to end the meal, and end it she did. A final gulp, the slurping of her long, grey hair, and a satisfied belch signified the mage's end.

Charlotte stood and look at the tight bulge hanging below. Orochi's form was tight, curled into a ball, and writhing in pain. No doubt the acids were already getting to her, the more people you eat, the faster your body adapts to processing them. This was common knowledge among Nohrian soldiers, their strong bodies were crafted from the meat of their enemies. Charlotte, however, didn't do it for the strength or muscle gain. She did it for the wonderful curves and girth she would gain from this woman. She so desperately wanted to bag a Nohrian price as a husband, and the fasted way to do that would be to craft the most beautiful body in the army.

Lord Leo, Xander, or even the newly crowned Prince Corrin were her ticket to a life of luxury. If she had to add the entire Hoshidian army to her ass to do so, it would be done. Nothing would stand in the way of her life on top. Picking up the fan she had earlier kicked, she fanned herself, while poking and prodding the woman trapped inside her stewing guts.

"Shall I read your fortune? Let's see..." She mocked, twirling around with her eyes closed, preforming a faux mystical dance. Orochi was jostled and coated with even more deadly acids, crying out in pain.

"All I can see is my delicious rump, sitting on the royal throne as the queen of Nohr! How lucky! Enjoy making my seat more comfortable, slut!" Charlotte snickered as she tossed the fan aside, to head back to the rest of the army. Hoping the mage would be less in the shape of a human by the time she got there, she would have to think of a good excuse to Lord Corrin for why she had to devour a Hoshidian. She would just have to put on her best puppy dog eyes, and beg Lord Corrin for forgiveness. The burbling gut went still as she skipped happily towards the others, Orochi already expired inside.

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Whew, that was really fun to write! I hope you enjoy the picture and story combo I have here. The image was drawn as a request by none other than  voraciousmoga, and he really knocked it out of the park. It's funny, I had originally intended to do an Orochi pred story, but this happened to come to fruition first. I still plan on doing that down the line, so look forward to that.

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