Why now, why now? Oriana thought as the now-familiar pangs of hunger began to wrack her body. When she first arrived in Athaine to visit with her friend, Giselle had gushed over the incredible new length of her hair, but Oriana doubted her fellow princess would be anywhere near as happy if she learned what that long hair signified. It had taken several weeks of searching in three different libraries of her own kingdom—always being careful to avoid notice from the scholars, in case they started to look for information about the changes she’d been going through themselves—but she’d figured out what she was. Oriana was a rapunzel, one of a secretive race of female humanoids that prey upon men. She also knew this meant she wasn’t really a rightful member of Angiopel’s royal family, but even if she wanted to come clean about that, there wasn’t any way to do so without revealing what she was and thus casting suspicions upon herself as the cause of assorted disappearances.

Still, by this point, Oriana knew that the longer she ignored the craving, the worse it would get. Better to find someone to eat now while she still had some control. Before long, she spotted a male servant by himself in the halls, and her hair, moving as fluidly as a serpent, twisted through the air before looping around the servant’s arms, legs and face all in a single motion, deftly ensuring that her prey could neither escape nor call for help. After only a few seconds, the man went limp, succumbing to the bliss-inducing toxins that coated the strands. As a rapunzel, Oriana could not only control her hair and entangle people in her sweeping locks, she could also fully cocoon others in her hair and digest them there, not leaving even a trace of bone as the resulting goo was absorbed directly by her hair.

This was what she chose to do now, coiling more and more of her hair around the unfortunate man even as she dragged his form behind her, trying to find somewhere more secluded to finish her meal. The only room nearby that she didn’t expect anyone to be in at this time of day was her friend Giselle’s bedchamber. Praying that she was right that it would be empty, she careened down the hall and threw the door open before darting in and slamming it shut behind her.

Not now! Giselle thought as her stomach growled loudly. Her sense of smell sharpened and her mouth began to water at the smell of the scullery maids bustling past. Why did her cravings have to strike while she was visiting with her friend Oriana was visiting with her at the summer palace? Her eyes darted around the room to see if anyone in the kitchen was paying attention before she reached out and grabbed the arm of the nearest servant woman.

“Come, there is something you must attend to,” she said, her chin held high despite the lie on her tongue. Giselle tugged the scullery maid out of the kitchen, herding the other woman towards her bedchamber, where they’d be alone. She managed to escort her intended prey there without passing too many people in the halls, and no one was in view when she actually yanked the maid through the door.

”What is it you would have me do?” the scullery maid said, her lower lip quivering slightly. She had heard strange rumors about the princess and sole heir to the kingdom of Athaine. Disappearances seemed to follow the princess, and it was said in the palace that every suitor who had courted Princess Giselle had vanished without a trace. Though, none of this had ever been proven.

”I’m sorry, but I must do this,” is all that Giselle said before lunging for the unlucky maid. Her hands gripped the other woman’s shoulders with shocking strength, her fingers digging in hard enough to leave a set of ten nasty bruises. Her mouth gaped open unnaturally wide before she plunged the scullery maid’s head into it. The maid cried out in horror, now, but the screams were well muffled by Giselle’s flesh. Sliding her grip lower on the other woman’s body as she went, the princess worked her jaws around her preys shoulders, swallowing her prey with shocking speed. Though she hated herself for it, Giselle loved the taste of the woman’s flesh, the feel of her meal fighting fruitlessly to escape.

As more of the other woman slid down her throat and into her belly, the front of Giselle’s dress split open. However, this was not as much of an issue as it had once been. Due to how frequently the princess had ruined dresses in the past, her mother now had all of her dresses made with a pair of extra seams across the front that would burst apart under the strain of an engorged belly instead of the fabric itself splitting. This allowed the dresses she damaged while eating the enormous meals her draconic appetite demanded to be repaired much more easily.

In less than a minute, the scullery maid’s feet disappeared behind her lips, and with one final swallow, the princess’s human meal settled into place in her stomach. Already, her belly was tackling the large chunk of meat with vigor, and the gurgles and hisses of her stomach juices working to digest the poor woman were quite audible, interspersed with the muted cries and pleas of that woman. Though the woman tried to get out, her movements were sorely restricted by the crushing strength of Giselle’s abdominal muscles.

Tears welling in her eye’s Giselle looked down at her bulbous, twitching gut. She didn’t want to hurt people, but she just got so hungry! Resting one hand atop her belly, she was startled from her reverie when the door to her room flew open then promptly slammed shut. Giselle was well aware that no one outside her family could know about what she did, and she was preparing to pounce when she saw who had entered.

For several moments, Oriana and Giselle could do nothing but stare at one another, Oriana shocked by the sight of Giselle’s bulging belly that visibly pulsed with the efforts of digestion, a condition she had until now seen in no one but herself, and Giselle unable to take her eyes away from the clearly man-shaped bundle in her friend’s hair that alternated between jerking around and drooping limply. Finally, they both managed to speak. “You too!?” they said simultaneously, their expressions mirrors of widened eyes and parted lips.

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