Once upon a time, Einflaeda saved this town from barbarians. In her youth, before the walls were even here, she was passing through the town when the savages attacked. Not nearly as powerful as she is now, she decided to use what magic she had to enlarge herself and help the militia. After the fighting, she found herself weak, exhausted and somewhat dazed – and in her confusion, ate some of the defeated and wounded barbarians to replenish her body.

Somehow, in the generations since, this has become almost a tradition here. Sure, she's not the only macro being who visits this city, but they still think they owe her a debt. Whenever she visits, they fetch a group of prisoners from the cells for her. As far as the watch guards are concerned, this is a just punishment for the scum that fill the jails. For her, its almost endearing – and she's not exactly going to turn down a chance to devour wrongdoers.

They don't always have the prisoners to spare. Petty criminals wouldn't see this fate. But when they do, and Einflaeda is in town, it's always a pleasant surprise.

Getting comfortable in a quieter part of town, her gifts are marched over to her. She stares at them closely.

A tiefling is amongst them. She doesn't mention it, but they always give her stomach aches.

Reaching for the first, a short woman, she wastes no time grabbing her between two fingers and a thumb.

She struggles, of course. They all do, thinking they can overpower their predator. Einflaeda is so used to their struggles she can slide her tongue around their body and use their movements to help slide them towards her throat.

As her tongue wrestles with the first, she idly gets ready to pick up the second. The tiefling actually looks hopeful, as if Einflaeda would be too full up to eat by the time it comes her turn. Her first prey is half way down her throat, and she seals her lips around the chained feet and gently swallows, sending the prisoner down to her stomach – their permanent prison, and ultimately their execution in powerful elven gastric juices.

The man offers no struggle – a shame, but even if his plan was to gain sympathy from the purple skinned giantess, it doesn't work, it just seals his fate even faster as the second bulge slides down her throat.

The taller woman looks as if she's ready to struggle, but a prompt squeeze leaves her winded and whining, ultimately gobbled up without a thought, leaving only that tiefling...

The demonkin looks nervous and at the loud gurgling of Einflaeda's stomach, she begins begging. The elf actually looks insulted, and after shoving the demon into her maw, gives her a few bites – not hard enough to do real damage, but enough to punish her, before finally sending her down to reunite with the others.
Einflaeda sighs happily – she can feel their struggles. It always brings her joy and sometimes more lustful emotions, but in her current location, she must behave and keep her reputation in check. She thanks the guards for their services as they go to leave her be, allowing her to relax peacefully, while internally gastric juices are splashing over her meals, melting their clothes, then shackles, freeing their limbs for the short moments they have left.

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