Robin's Bad Luck: Emmeryn

Robin, walked along the Shepherd's barracks in tow of Lissa. Who had drug her along to meet the other Shepherds. The princess, prince, and there protector had found her unconscious outside of South Town, an amnesiac tactician with no memory of her life before. The only thing Robin had was her sword, tome and cloak when she woke up and they were all she had. They had fought of a bandit invasion together using her tactics and had proceeded to to head back towards the capital of the country they were in. Ylisstol of Ylisse. On the way in they had seen the leader of the country, Exalt Emmeryn, visiting her people in her city.

The exalt was a beautiful woman with greenish-blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. She wore a gentle smile on her face as she waved and talked with her people, who adored her. It stirred something in silver haired tactician. She wasn't sure what it was but it felt like a desire.

Later she had met the woman herself and found her to be a very moral person, a pacifist by nature. The two of them were opposites. One used war to earn a living, while the other avoided it as much as possible. Robin’s desire stirred again as she gazed upon the woman before her. It wasn’t a sexual one, she knew that for certain, because she didn’t feel the same attraction she felt when she looked some of the men in the castle. Fortunately, Lissa had drug the silver haired beauty of to meet the rest of the Shepherds, while Frederick, Chrom and Emmeryn began discussing the bandit raid and the attack of the dead in the forest.

Lissa had introduced the tactician to the other Shepherds. She had liked Sully’s brash and violent attitude, it let her take orders easier. Virion eyed her breasts to much for her comfort while proposing marriage to every female in sight. Vaike was interesting; cocky and headstrong, but dumb as sack of rocks. Robin didn’t fail to notice the blush on Lissa’s face after the man began flexing his muscles. Sumia was kind and seemed like the kind of person you could talk about anything with, but was hilariously clumsy. Maribelle was something else. She demanded proper behavior from everyone and their uncle, and Robin; who had never been one for formalities (at least as much as she could remember given the circumstances.) didn’t get along well.

It was getting dark and Lissa had taken her to Robin’s new room/office. It was plain with one window, a small bed, a table with two chairs, and a desk for her to draft strategies on. She had dropped off all of her things (Wasn’t that much) and then followed Lissa to the woman’s bathing area in the castle. It was late so everyone else had already taken their baths so she would be alone in pool.

Robin stripped of her clothes and shivered, the cold air made her nipples stand erect. Her ever-perky breasts bounced and jiggled as she began walking faster to  get into the large bathing pool. She stepped in quickly, sighing in relief as the warm water lapped at her pale skin. She pulled out a bar of soap Lissa supplied her with and began to wash her body furiously, to get the dirt and soot out of her skin.

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Robin didn’t notice as the bathing room door slowly opened then closed. Emmeryn stood there naked as the day she was born, but she wasn’t here to bath. The exalt felt a deep-seated, instinctual hunger fester in her gut. She gazed upon the naked tactician in front of her, humming softly to herself. Emmeryn took the time admire her future dinner’s form. Sleek pale skin with a beautiful face. Robin had a small round nose and full lips that were parted slightly. The tactician's voluptuous body was only a plus. Her breasts easily dwarfing the exalt’s bosom. Which was unacceptable to Emmeryn.

The blondish-green haired woman licked her lips at the thought of everything Robin was becoming part of her. It couldn’t wait, it had to be tonight that the tactician met and accepted her call of duty as the shapley exalt’s breasts and ass.

Robin suddenly dropped the soap in the water and bent over to pick it up, exposing her posterior to Emmeryn. The exalt stopped herself from just jumping the silver haired woman, she would need to do this tactically. Many woman had found their graves in Emmeryn’s stomach, and had expanded her form out to the size it was now.

“Do you mind if I join you?”

The silver haired woman froze and spun around quickly at the sultry tone of her leader’s voice. She flushed and turned slightly away from blond woman, covering what she could of her breasts with her hands.

“N-not at all, ma’am.”

Emmeryn raised her brow. A shy one huh? Well it would just make devouring her that much more fun. The exalt began to wash herself with the soap bar she herself had brought. Robin eventually adapted to other woman and was noticeably less tense than she was when the exalt first stepped in.

The greenish-blonde was getting annoyed at the quietness of her dinner and decided to make her move. The silver haired woman had just finished getting all of the grime off of herself, and sighed with content as she felt clean. She stretched her arms out in front of her, eyes closed completely in bliss. Her eyes snapped open as she felt her arms up to her elbows restricted suddenly.

Robin’s jaw dropped the woman who was bathing with her had shoved the silver haired beauty’s  arms down her throat and with another gulp it was up to her biceps. Robin, understandingly, began to panic and tried to pull away from the exalt.

Emmeryn moaned at the taste. It was far better than any woman she had eaten before. The texture was just right. She opened her mouth wider to gulp down her prey’s head, cutting of the shriek into a muffled scream. The tactician's face tasted just as good as her arms and Emmeryn, a confident predator, took her time licking and suckling to get the maximum amount of taste.

Emmeryn opened her mouth wider without any struggle to take in the massive breasts. It took some coaxing but the mountains eventually gave way to the exalt’s will. Robin’s hands began to push out on the exalt’s exposed stomach, thrashing vainly as more and more of the delicious treat joined them.

The slim belly was no problem for the exalt to gulp down, still suckling on Robin’s bare flesh. She felt the tactician's head arrive in her stomach, and then was pleased as she heard another scream cut of as the woman was forced into the bottom of the stomach. If Emmeryn had a mirror at the time, she would’ve appreciated the face of her meal outlined with near perfection along the bottom of her stomach while hand prints pushed at the sides of the stomach.

As Emmeryn reached Robin’s sex she contemplated getting more of a taste from the woman. She was a gracious ruler after all, and it would just be terribly rude to send Robin down to acid hell without some form of reward.

The exalt’s tongue found its way to Robin’s flower, sticking in deep. This earned a sharp gasp from the tactician and a momentary lapse in her fight. Emmeryn continued her ministrations as the woman inside of her gasped and moaned in pleasure. Robin let out a scream as she came, Emmeryn enjoying her taste as she gulped down the rest of her meal without any fight.

Emmeryn belched as she sat down in the pool. Her meal still placid in post-orgasmic bliss. Emmeryn reached down and began to fondle the devoured woman’s breast. They had stretched out her skin a surprising lot. It seemed like Robin had just realised the situation she was in and began to struggle again.

The exalt’s stomach lightly rocked with her meal’s struggles, and muffled pleas for mercy could be heard. But the exalt of Ylisse ignored the pleas and instead listened to the growing gurgles of her belly. Emmeryn spoke softly to her stomach, still fondling the tactician’s breast through the stomach walls..

“Thank you Robin, for you patronage to Ylisse.”

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Tears filled Robin’s eyes. Her back was arched at the most uncomfortable angle. Her breasts and face forced against the front wall of the stomach. Her ass pushing against the rear wall while her legs were bent painfully over as the dainty feet were resting on her shoulders. Robin cursed her unknown flexibility, for dying instantly would have been preferable to a slow one.

She felt tingling in her breast and waist, Robin knew she didn’t have much time and every moment counted in this situation. She struggled as well as she could, given her position, and found her thoughts turning towards vore in general.

Robin had learned about vore on her way to the capital with Lissa. The little princess had explained that it was common for noble women to ‘vore’ peasant women. It was popular due to it being an easy way to improve one’s measurements and all of the person was absorbed meaning no person sized feces to deal with. Robin was intrigued and began fantasizing about devouring a young peasant girl feeling the woman struggle as she began to digest. She wanted to experience this ‘vore’ as soon as possible but not like this! She wanted to be the predator not the prey!

Robin’s struggles continued as she began to feel the pain her breasts, midriff and her vagina. The skin began to flake from the acidic treatment and eventual turned pink, then a raw red as the acid began working the silver haired woman’s bosom into nutrients for the ruler.

The acid level had risen to just below her nose as she was struggling fiercely. Unfortunately for the tactician, the exalt had ate and digested many women, and the angle that Robin was at didn’t let her move much. She used her last breath to scream as loud and long as she could before fading from consciousness.

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The exalt hummed in disappointment at how fast her meal had given up. She had been struggling non-stop for the last half an hour then gave in after a long winded scream. Oh well, the woman was by far the most tasty woman to ever have honor of becoming Emmeryn’s food. Chrom would have to find a new tactician unfortunately, but obviously if the woman was any good she could’ve avoided becoming food.

Emmeryn reached down and began to stroke and fondle her meal’s breasts. and sighed as she relaxed in the water. As the leader Ylisse rested the groaning reached an annoying height, The twin bulges of Robin’s breasts had long since been worn down and the only recognizable part of the ex-tactician of the Shepherds was her face, which so far had remained undigested and her feet that were still above the acids.

By the time Emmeryn had left the pool the only sign of Robin was the now perfectly round and smooth belly. The bulge was perfectly round and one could mistake the exalt as heavily pregnant by now, The grumbling and groaning were less common now. It was like a wet shlorping and sloshing as the liquefied remains of the woman known as Robin was filtered into the exalt’s intestines.

The exalt took the tactician's clothes for her own as she headed down past the rest of the Shepherd’s rooms, as well as both her sibling’ rooms, to head back up to the master bedroom of the castle. She passed by multiple guards who didn’t even question the sloshing gut their exalt supported. Emmeryn gracefully descended into her bed and promptly fell asleep. The woman inside of her giving the exalt all she would ever need.

As she slept her belly shrank and body began to change. Her breasts now matched her meal’s size as they jiggled as she tossed and turned in bed. Her ass became wider and softer, the kind that men go crazy over. Her lips became fuller, like Robin’s, while her hair gained a silver streak along her bangs.

The next morning she walked into her personal bathing room and looked into the full body mirror. She gasped at the change to her physical appearance. She instantly fell in love with silver streak in her hair, seeing it as a reminder of the best meal she would ever have. She fondled her now larger breasts, they were slightly sore due to expanding so much in so little time, but ti was manageable. She could also hear some milk sloshing around in there. This brought a smile to her face, for the Shepherds had always loved a cup of her breast milk.