Drukhari rp blog for my oc Archon Skourna, Lady of the Black Hunt Kabal, Lawful Posh and patron of the arts. (Any art that spills blood of course) mun and muse are 18+ so expect some degree of nsfw.
“Cousin Skourna! My lovely dear, it has been far too long,” Archon Cythria said with a ladylike curtsey before stepping forward to wrap her arms around the younger Archon. “The Kabal of the Whispered Vice is always happy to pay host to our sisters in the Black Hunt.”
'Oh, my dear Cythria it has indeed been far too long!' Skourna held out her arms wide and embraced her fellow Archon with polished glee.
'And I am always willing to visit the Whispered Vice! Tell me, what's the occasion?' Skourna beamed as she stepped away from her Venom.
The staccato thump of armoured boots proceeding her Incubi bodyguards following hot on their mistresses heels, while yet more Kabalites and distant relations clambered off the Vengeous Raiders that had followed in her wake.
The Raider's were built more for combat, but were true to the nature of the Dark City still heavily armed. It was just the Kabalite to lounging aristocrat percentage onboard was lower than usual.
Cythria eagerly hugged Skourna, her embrace of the younger yet higher-ranking Archon one of both poise and passion. By the muses, she looks even fatter in person… Cythria mused internally as her lithe form pressed against Skourna’s curves. No wonder plumper forms are so fashionable in Vengeous circles these days.
“You are looking positively regal, my dear,” she said as they embraced, pecking quick kisses onto both of Skourna’s cheeks.
“Simply one of renewing vows of kinship, friendship, and alliance,” Cythria smiled elegantly, spreading her arms in gracious welcome. “We merely wish to play host to our very favorite branch of the Vengeous dynasty. And I assure you, my dear Skourna, we are very good at playing host.”
She eyed the impressive array of warriors, courtesans, and nobles that had made up the Black Hunt procession. “Just as you are clearly skilled at arriving in style! Come, my dear. You and your immediate entourage can follow me to my personal haven. My supplicants will see to welcoming the rest of your party, and we will all reunite for a grand celebratory feast this evening.”
Cythria led Skourna and her followers through the large doors of the Whispered Vice’s palace, where they were met by a young Drukhari noblewoman in revealing magenta formal wear. This particular noblewoman was the spitting image of Cythria, save for straighter hair, a slightly shorter stature… and a much fatter physique.
The woman seemed more than a little embarrassed, yet performed a curtsey for the guests… or at least an attempt at one. She seemed uneasy on her feet, as if she wasn’t used to her own weight.
“Ahhh, there’s my prized jewel!” Cythria beamed, moving to wrap an arm around her younger, plumper doppelgänger. “Skourna, do you remember my trueborn Nethrys? It’s been quite a while since you’ve seen her. She’s grown into quite the beauty, wouldn’t you agree? A perfect compliment to her mother.” Cythria ran a hand across Nethrys’ prominent belly as she said the word grown, prompting an ever-so-slight grimace and blush from the plump trueborn.
'Careful my dear, flattery can be dangerous.' Skourna smiled teasingly. And by dangerous I mean fattening. She pecked Cythria's cheeks in turn.
'Of course, well for once I'm glad not to be hosting such an event.' Skourna mused. 'I've only ever heard good things about your hosting, I hope it all lives up to your reputation my dear.'
Cythria couldn't miss how Skourna seemed to perk up at the mention of an upcoming feast. She smiled, but said nothing as she followed Cythria through the Whispered Vice's palace.
Skourna took a moment to look at the young noblewoman before her as Cythria introduced her daughter. And to any observer it was clear she approved of Nethrys's appearance, probably quite a bit more than Nethrys did!
'I do! Now I remember a tiny stick of a girl following around in my wake. Which I delighted in, being the youngest in my immediate family at the time.' She smiled as she stepped up to Cythria. 'You've grown into a beautiful woman my dear.' She smiled and pecked Nethrys on each cheek. Her own hand lingering next to Cythria's belly for a moment or two. 'Now look at you.' She hummed before turning back to Cythria. 'Shall we continue the tour?'
“And we Vengeous scions do love living dangerously, don’t we?” Cythria said as she returned the teasing smile in kind.
“Rest assured, dearest Skourna, my reputation will remain quite intact after tonight,” she laughed. “So relax, and enjoy the stress free role of the guest instead of the hostess.”
Oh, Skourna, how whimsically gluttonous you’ve become… Cythria thought as she saw her normally-elegant guest briefly take on the expression of an excited child at the simple mention of food.
Nethrys shifted her weight rather nervously as Skourna took in the view, clearly uneasy with her body being the center of attention.
“Thank you, Lady Skourna,” Nethrys said softly yet politely, her cheeks growing redder as a second hand came to rest upon her soft belly. “It is good to see you again.”
“Grown indeed!” Cythria cackled, giving Nethrys’ belly a hearty and approving squeeze. “My dearest jewel has become quite the connoisseur of calories lately - fortunately, our lineage wears any weight very well.”
“Mother, that’s not-”
“Hush now, dearest! We have a tour to continue!”
Cythria led the party onward into the palace with an arm locked around Nethrys, seeming to try and highlight the contrast between their two pointedly different physiques.
'We certainly do my dear.' Skourna laughed heartily.
'I plan on indulging quite a bit in this role,' Skourna laughed alongside her host. 'I can't wait to see what you've prepared!'
'The pleasure is all mine my dear.' Skourna followed her hosts example and playfully squeezed Nethrys belly and smiled at her.
'I can see that,' Skourna nodded approvingly, 'she must have quite the appetite to look so, well fed. And you are of course correct, we always wear extra weight rather fabulously.' Skourna nodded, not noticing Nethrys complaints. 'It suits you my dear.'
Skourna and her entourage continued onwards in Cythria's wake. Skourna herself linking arms with Cythria on the opposite side. Effectively sandwiching the Archon between two much larger women. While Nethrys constrasted delightfully with Cythria's much more modest physique, Skourna made Nethrys seem almost slender by comparison.
'No, no no. The other ancient Aeldari decor!' Skourna sighs in frustration at her servants... and slaves inability to comprehend her vision. 'The one that's nice, suggestive but not too gory. Not the one that's nice, gory but not too suggestive! It looks like we're trying to put on a Wych display!' She paused. 'And those days are passed.' She absently rubbed the swell of her pregnant belly, before prodding her hip, her finger sinking into the soft flesh. 'Long gone now.' She chortled.
Sylatha was coming to visit, with her entourage in tow. And she'd be here any minute. There was so much to do.
Lirith happily curled around Erysha, careful not to constrict Erysha's growing middle, and continued to feed her treat after treat after treat. 'You're not the first to tell me that.' She teased Erysha. 'And let me tell you, no one who ever has was able to walk away... most had to be rolled.' Lirith said in a low, sensual voice.
Chyrae grinned eagerly at Ralerys. 'I aim to please.' She giggled. 'It's, what I was made for.' She added, blushing. She had, after all, more or less been commissioned for Ralerys brothel from a local haemonculus.
'I have two, very dedicated feeders.' Chyrae admitted, biting her lip. 'Of course I still have room.' She patted her belly lovingly, it seemed to take up most of her form now, swollen and round, like if Skourna packed on another 100 pounds in her current state.
Skourna glanced at Sylatha for a moment and smiled. 'She does look like she's missing out...' Skourna mused. 'I'm not sure if I want to feed her, or be fed by her.' She took Aeril's hand and waddled over to Sylatha, allowing her belly to announce her pressence by brushing up to Sylatha, then pecking her on the cheek.
'Now who said you could eat alone?' Skourna asked her guest, and offered Sylatha a large brownie.
Erysha suppressed a giggle at Lirith’s seductive boast, then failed to suppress a burp. Feeling confident from her wine intake, she decided to try being a bit sultry herself. “Well, then…” she hummed with a smile, trying to lower her normally rather high voice to match Lirith’s. “You better not break that streak tonight…”
Ralerys smiled lovingly at her friend, bringing a hand to her reddened cheek as she placed a kiss on her forehead. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned about you Rheivarath-born girls…” she whispered, thumb still stroking Chyrae’s cheek. “It’s that you’re always proving to be more than you were made for. The bonds you’ve made with people here… those didn’t come out of a tube, hun. They’re all you.”
“And they’ve trained you oh so well,” Ralerys laughed. “But I’ve been living with Sylatha. I think I’ve picked up some skills from her… and I want to see how big you can get.” She winked, then brought another thick pastry to Chyrae’s lips.
“Why not all of the above?” Aeril mused to Skourna as she was led over to Sylatha.
Sylatha’s posture and expression immediately warmed, simply beaming at Skourna’s offering before eagerly scarfing it down. “Skouna, you absolute doll,” she said as she pulled over a large platter for the trio. “Would Commorragh’s Cutest Couple like to enjoy this feast alongside me?”
'For you my dear, I wouldn't dare.' Lirith smirked and doubled down on feeding Erysha more and more fattening treats. Her enthusiasm only growing alongside Erysha's waist.
Chyrae paused as she took in Ralery's words, and then her own cheeks reddened. 'I... you're right.' She giggled. 'That's... actually really nice to think about.'
Chyrae moaned softly as she let Ralery's feed her ever more pastries. 'Muses yes, push mento my limits Ralerys. Let's see how big I can get...'
'All of the above is certainly the ideal situation.' Skourna agreed as they approached Sylatha.
Skourna couldn't help but beam back. 'Oh I think we would love to. Then after we've devoured these appetisers, we should take it in turns to feed each other.'
'Just the other day Aeril was reminding me of how you used to force feed her... now I'm not suggesting force, but I doubt you'd need to resort to force, my Paramour has quite readily embraced her hedonism.' She suggested. 'And I was just saying that I wouldn't mind feeding and being fed by you as well... so, let's push some buttons.' Skourna helped herself to the platter with gusto.
There was no suppressing Erysha’s flattered giggles now. The fat and smitten Craftworlder couldn’t keep a smile off her lips as Lirith slipped more and more treats between them. Her already-revealing outfit grew tighter as more calories packed onto her frame, but she barely even noticed as she focused her attention on her food and her new feeder.
“My oh my, have I managed to fluster an Archon’s handmaiden?” Ralerys chuckled, then gave Chyrae a tender and deeply affectionate hug. “And think about it more often, hun. I don’t want you ever selling yourself short.”
“To your limits, you say?” Ralerys smirked as she sat herself on what remained of Chyrae’s lap, playfully pinning her down and leaning in close as she slowly pressed a thick, syrupy pastry to her friend’s lips. “My sweet, lovely Chyrae. I’m going to push you far past your limits.”
“As always, I adore how you think, my Lady Archon!” Sylatha patted Skourna’s belly as she continued digging into the platter herself. “And oh, I remember those times well. Do you recall the first time I stuffed you, Aeril?”
“How could I forget?” Aeril replied with a slightly embarrassed smile, a blush spreading across her cheeks at the memory. “It was, like, six hours after we first started hanging out.”
“It was indeed! How the time has -urp- flown since then. And you’re stuffing yourself now, too.” Sylatha poked Aeril’s belly, then turned to Skourna. “A round-robin feeding session sounds like a devilishly fun plan, dear. Which of us should be the first to offer herself up as victim?”
Lirith couldn't keep the smile off her face either, she was quite the accomplished feeder by nowz but she'd never had as eager a canvas as Erysha to work with. She marvelled at how Erysha had grown, and couldn't wait to see just how much more she could handle.
Chyrae hugged Ralerys back and giggled. 'I think you certainly have!' She smiled. 'I promise to keep it in mind!'
Chyrae shivered in anticipation, 'Please do...' she blushed. And smiled, there was barely any lap for Ralerys to perch on, and that alone was making her flustered. She was sure that by the time they were done, there would be no lap at all for her to sit on.
Skourna beamed at Sylatha warmly as she patted her belly. 'Six hours? I'm surprised Sy managed to wait longer than one hour to start stuffing you.' Skourna hummed, delighted by the story. 'How dod you convince her to stuff her face so soon after meeting her?'
Skourna paused and considered their options.
'Hmm... Aeril would be the obvious choice... but... I'm tempted to suggest you my dear Archite... the one who first fed me and my paramour, who unknowingly placed the pieces onto the board... you deserve to be stuffed first.' She kissed Sylatha on the cheek. 'After all, you've taken to it like a natural lately.'
And Erysha still only continued to grow. The smitten young Craftworlder was eager to please her beautiful new suitor, and when it came to pleasing a feeder, Sylatha had trained her well. She gazed submissively into Lirith’s eyes as pasties passed through her lips and calories fell upon her frame… and before long, Erysha found herself grunting as she had to adjust her loincloth and loosen her top to make room for all her new gains.
“That’s my girl,” Ralerys smiled to Chyrae as they embraced, then pecked a kiss onto her cheek.
Ralerys kneaded Chyrae’s enormous gut with one hand and fed Chyrae with the other. “My oh my, have I made the Archon’s handmaiden blush?” Ralerys giggled, affectionately rubbing Chyrae’s cheek before returning to feeding. “Now let’s see if that blush grows with your belly, hun.”
“Convince her? Oh, Skourna, in those days, I didn’t convince anyone to stuff their face. I simply held them down and stuffed them myself!” Sylatha laughed, prompting a smirk, an eye roll, and a slight blush from Aeril.
Sylatha smiled warmly at Skourna before returning the kiss in kind. “Oh, you lovely, lovely Archon,” she said, sitting herself upon the table and striking a rather seductive pose. “Keep flattering me like that, and you can feed me as much as your heart desires.”
'You are an absolute delight.' Lirith purred as she continued to feed Erysha. 'Oh I'm going to enjoy rolling you into my chambers later on. For I doubt you'd be able to walk.' She kissed Erysha's cheek as more and more morsels passed between her delightful new plaything's lips.
Chyrae's blush did indeed grow alongside her burgeoning belly, it swelled outwards more and more as Ralerys expertly fed her. Ralerys had been instrumental in building up Chyrae's appetite and capacity, but it seemed it had only grown larger since their last tryst. Chyrae seemed near bottomless now.
Skourna couldn't help but laugh at Sylatha's comment. 'Of course, it's funny how far we've come since then.' Skourna mused playfully. 'I'm not surprised come to think of it. And how did your superiors react to our little Aeril... no longer being so whip thin? I know all too well how Wyches can react to such things.' Skourna smirked.
'Wonderful, because I desire to feed you... until that table collapses underneath your weight.' Skourna smirked. 'It's reinforced so... it may take us some time.' She shared a glance with Aeril, and then the two of them began to expertly stuff Sylatha's face with food in an expert fashion that came only with plenty of practice.
'No, no no. The other ancient Aeldari decor!' Skourna sighs in frustration at her servants... and slaves inability to comprehend her vision. 'The one that's nice, suggestive but not too gory. Not the one that's nice, gory but not too suggestive! It looks like we're trying to put on a Wych display!' She paused. 'And those days are passed.' She absently rubbed the swell of her pregnant belly, before prodding her hip, her finger sinking into the soft flesh. 'Long gone now.' She chortled.
Sylatha was coming to visit, with her entourage in tow. And she'd be here any minute. There was so much to do.
Lirith happily curled around Erysha, careful not to constrict Erysha's growing middle, and continued to feed her treat after treat after treat. 'You're not the first to tell me that.' She teased Erysha. 'And let me tell you, no one who ever has was able to walk away... most had to be rolled.' Lirith said in a low, sensual voice.
Chyrae grinned eagerly at Ralerys. 'I aim to please.' She giggled. 'It's, what I was made for.' She added, blushing. She had, after all, more or less been commissioned for Ralerys brothel from a local haemonculus.
'I have two, very dedicated feeders.' Chyrae admitted, biting her lip. 'Of course I still have room.' She patted her belly lovingly, it seemed to take up most of her form now, swollen and round, like if Skourna packed on another 100 pounds in her current state.
Skourna glanced at Sylatha for a moment and smiled. 'She does look like she's missing out...' Skourna mused. 'I'm not sure if I want to feed her, or be fed by her.' She took Aeril's hand and waddled over to Sylatha, allowing her belly to announce her pressence by brushing up to Sylatha, then pecking her on the cheek.
'Now who said you could eat alone?' Skourna asked her guest, and offered Sylatha a large brownie.
Erysha suppressed a giggle at Lirith’s seductive boast, then failed to suppress a burp. Feeling confident from her wine intake, she decided to try being a bit sultry herself. “Well, then…” she hummed with a smile, trying to lower her normally rather high voice to match Lirith’s. “You better not break that streak tonight…”
Ralerys smiled lovingly at her friend, bringing a hand to her reddened cheek as she placed a kiss on her forehead. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned about you Rheivarath-born girls…” she whispered, thumb still stroking Chyrae’s cheek. “It’s that you’re always proving to be more than you were made for. The bonds you’ve made with people here… those didn’t come out of a tube, hun. They’re all you.”
“And they’ve trained you oh so well,” Ralerys laughed. “But I’ve been living with Sylatha. I think I’ve picked up some skills from her… and I want to see how big you can get.” She winked, then brought another thick pastry to Chyrae’s lips.
“Why not all of the above?” Aeril mused to Skourna as she was led over to Sylatha.
Sylatha’s posture and expression immediately warmed, simply beaming at Skourna’s offering before eagerly scarfing it down. “Skouna, you absolute doll,” she said as she pulled over a large platter for the trio. “Would Commorragh’s Cutest Couple like to enjoy this feast alongside me?”
'For you my dear, I wouldn't dare.' Lirith smirked and doubled down on feeding Erysha more and more fattening treats. Her enthusiasm only growing alongside Erysha's waist.
Chyrae paused as she took in Ralery's words, and then her own cheeks reddened. 'I... you're right.' She giggled. 'That's... actually really nice to think about.'
Chyrae moaned softly as she let Ralery's feed her ever more pastries. 'Muses yes, push mento my limits Ralerys. Let's see how big I can get...'
'All of the above is certainly the ideal situation.' Skourna agreed as they approached Sylatha.
Skourna couldn't help but beam back. 'Oh I think we would love to. Then after we've devoured these appetisers, we should take it in turns to feed each other.'
'Just the other day Aeril was reminding me of how you used to force feed her... now I'm not suggesting force, but I doubt you'd need to resort to force, my Paramour has quite readily embraced her hedonism.' She suggested. 'And I was just saying that I wouldn't mind feeding and being fed by you as well... so, let's push some buttons.' Skourna helped herself to the platter with gusto.
There was no suppressing Erysha’s flattered giggles now. The fat and smitten Craftworlder couldn’t keep a smile off her lips as Lirith slipped more and more treats between them. Her already-revealing outfit grew tighter as more calories packed onto her frame, but she barely even noticed as she focused her attention on her food and her new feeder.
“My oh my, have I managed to fluster an Archon’s handmaiden?” Ralerys chuckled, then gave Chyrae a tender and deeply affectionate hug. “And think about it more often, hun. I don’t want you ever selling yourself short.”
“To your limits, you say?” Ralerys smirked as she sat herself on what remained of Chyrae’s lap, playfully pinning her down and leaning in close as she slowly pressed a thick, syrupy pastry to her friend’s lips. “My sweet, lovely Chyrae. I’m going to push you far past your limits.”
“As always, I adore how you think, my Lady Archon!” Sylatha patted Skourna’s belly as she continued digging into the platter herself. “And oh, I remember those times well. Do you recall the first time I stuffed you, Aeril?”
“How could I forget?” Aeril replied with a slightly embarrassed smile, a blush spreading across her cheeks at the memory. “It was, like, six hours after we first started hanging out.”
“It was indeed! How the time has -urp- flown since then. And you’re stuffing yourself now, too.” Sylatha poked Aeril’s belly, then turned to Skourna. “A round-robin feeding session sounds like a devilishly fun plan, dear. Which of us should be the first to offer herself up as victim?”
Lirith couldn't keep the smile off her face either, she was quite the accomplished feeder by nowz but she'd never had as eager a canvas as Erysha to work with. She marvelled at how Erysha had grown, and couldn't wait to see just how much more she could handle.
Chyrae hugged Ralerys back and giggled. 'I think you certainly have!' She smiled. 'I promise to keep it in mind!'
Chyrae shivered in anticipation, 'Please do...' she blushed. And smiled, there was barely any lap for Ralerys to perch on, and that alone was making her flustered. She was sure that by the time they were done, there would be no lap at all for her to sit on.
Skourna beamed at Sylatha warmly as she patted her belly. 'Six hours? I'm surprised Sy managed to wait longer than one hour to start stuffing you.' Skourna hummed, delighted by the story. 'How dod you convince her to stuff her face so soon after meeting her?'
Skourna paused and considered their options.
'Hmm... Aeril would be the obvious choice... but... I'm tempted to suggest you my dear Archite... the one who first fed me and my paramour, who unknowingly placed the pieces onto the board... you deserve to be stuffed first.' She kissed Sylatha on the cheek. 'After all, you've taken to it like a natural lately.'
And Erysha still only continued to grow. The smitten young Craftworlder was eager to please her beautiful new suitor, and when it came to pleasing a feeder, Sylatha had trained her well. She gazed submissively into Lirith’s eyes as pasties passed through her lips and calories fell upon her frame… and before long, Erysha found herself grunting as she had to adjust her loincloth and loosen her top to make room for all her new gains.
“That’s my girl,” Ralerys smiled to Chyrae as they embraced, then pecked a kiss onto her cheek.
Ralerys kneaded Chyrae’s enormous gut with one hand and fed Chyrae with the other. “My oh my, have I made the Archon’s handmaiden blush?” Ralerys giggled, affectionately rubbing Chyrae’s cheek before returning to feeding. “Now let’s see if that blush grows with your belly, hun.”
“Convince her? Oh, Skourna, in those days, I didn’t convince anyone to stuff their face. I simply held them down and stuffed them myself!” Sylatha laughed, prompting a smirk, an eye roll, and a slight blush from Aeril.
Sylatha smiled warmly at Skourna before returning the kiss in kind. “Oh, you lovely, lovely Archon,” she said, sitting herself upon the table and striking a rather seductive pose. “Keep flattering me like that, and you can feed me as much as your heart desires.”
Lirith paused for a moment and stood back to admore her handiwork. 'You've visibly grown under my care, beautifully so. Would you care for more? Or would you like a mirror?'
It was almost comical how round Chyrae's gut had become. She seemed to gain there prominently, while the rest of her had visibly fattened too it clearly took priority. And it had only grown bigger as Ralerys fed her.
'You certainly have... and I'm sure I will blush more once you've fed me more." She opened her mouth expectantly. 'Make me bigger Ralerys.'
'Well, that answers that question. But then, how did you go from that to, say, trying to push starry eyed noblewomen over the edge like when we first met?'
'Careful, pose like that and I'll feed you until the table breaks.' Skourna purred and exchanged a nod with Aeril. The feeding of Sylatha began in earnest.
“Cousin Skourna! My lovely dear, it has been far too long,” Archon Cythria said with a ladylike curtsey before stepping forward to wrap her arms around the younger Archon. “The Kabal of the Whispered Vice is always happy to pay host to our sisters in the Black Hunt.”
'Oh, my dear Cythria it has indeed been far too long!' Skourna held out her arms wide and embraced her fellow Archon with polished glee.
'And I am always willing to visit the Whispered Vice! Tell me, what's the occasion?' Skourna beamed as she stepped away from her Venom.
The staccato thump of armoured boots proceeding her Incubi bodyguards following hot on their mistresses heels, while yet more Kabalites and distant relations clambered off the Vengeous Raiders that had followed in her wake.
The Raider's were built more for combat, but were true to the nature of the Dark City still heavily armed. It was just the Kabalite to lounging aristocrat percentage onboard was lower than usual.
Cythria eagerly hugged Skourna, her embrace of the younger yet higher-ranking Archon one of both poise and passion. By the muses, she looks even fatter in person… Cythria mused internally as her lithe form pressed against Skourna’s curves. No wonder plumper forms are so fashionable in Vengeous circles these days.
“You are looking positively regal, my dear,” she said as they embraced, pecking quick kisses onto both of Skourna’s cheeks.
“Simply one of renewing vows of kinship, friendship, and alliance,” Cythria smiled elegantly, spreading her arms in gracious welcome. “We merely wish to play host to our very favorite branch of the Vengeous dynasty. And I assure you, my dear Skourna, we are very good at playing host.”
She eyed the impressive array of warriors, courtesans, and nobles that had made up the Black Hunt procession. “Just as you are clearly skilled at arriving in style! Come, my dear. You and your immediate entourage can follow me to my personal haven. My supplicants will see to welcoming the rest of your party, and we will all reunite for a grand celebratory feast this evening.”
Cythria led Skourna and her followers through the large doors of the Whispered Vice’s palace, where they were met by a young Drukhari noblewoman in revealing magenta formal wear. This particular noblewoman was the spitting image of Cythria, save for straighter hair, a slightly shorter stature… and a much fatter physique.
The woman seemed more than a little embarrassed, yet performed a curtsey for the guests… or at least an attempt at one. She seemed uneasy on her feet, as if she wasn’t used to her own weight.
“Ahhh, there’s my prized jewel!” Cythria beamed, moving to wrap an arm around her younger, plumper doppelgänger. “Skourna, do you remember my trueborn Nethrys? It’s been quite a while since you’ve seen her. She’s grown into quite the beauty, wouldn’t you agree? A perfect compliment to her mother.” Cythria ran a hand across Nethrys’ prominent belly as she said the word grown, prompting an ever-so-slight grimace and blush from the plump trueborn.
'Careful my dear, flattery can be dangerous.' Skourna smiled teasingly. And by dangerous I mean fattening. She pecked Cythria's cheeks in turn.
'Of course, well for once I'm glad not to be hosting such an event.' Skourna mused. 'I've only ever heard good things about your hosting, I hope it all lives up to your reputation my dear.'
Cythria couldn't miss how Skourna seemed to perk up at the mention of an upcoming feast. She smiled, but said nothing as she followed Cythria through the Whispered Vice's palace.
Skourna took a moment to look at the young noblewoman before her as Cythria introduced her daughter. And to any observer it was clear she approved of Nethrys's appearance, probably quite a bit more than Nethrys did!
'I do! Now I remember a tiny stick of a girl following around in my wake. Which I delighted in, being the youngest in my immediate family at the time.' She smiled as she stepped up to Cythria. 'You've grown into a beautiful woman my dear.' She smiled and pecked Nethrys on each cheek. Her own hand lingering next to Cythria's belly for a moment or two. 'Now look at you.' She hummed before turning back to Cythria. 'Shall we continue the tour?'
“Cousin Skourna! My lovely dear, it has been far too long,” Archon Cythria said with a ladylike curtsey before stepping forward to wrap her arms around the younger Archon. “The Kabal of the Whispered Vice is always happy to pay host to our sisters in the Black Hunt.”
'Oh, my dear Cythria it has indeed been far too long!' Skourna held out her arms wide and embraced her fellow Archon with polished glee.
'And I am always willing to visit the Whispered Vice! Tell me, what's the occasion?' Skourna beamed as she stepped away from her Venom.
The staccato thump of armoured boots proceeding her Incubi bodyguards following hot on their mistresses heels, while yet more Kabalites and distant relations clambered off the Vengeous Raiders that had followed in her wake.
The Raider's were built more for combat, but were true to the nature of the Dark City still heavily armed. It was just the Kabalite to lounging aristocrat percentage onboard was lower than usual.
'No, no no. The other ancient Aeldari decor!' Skourna sighs in frustration at her servants... and slaves inability to comprehend her vision. 'The one that's nice, suggestive but not too gory. Not the one that's nice, gory but not too suggestive! It looks like we're trying to put on a Wych display!' She paused. 'And those days are passed.' She absently rubbed the swell of her pregnant belly, before prodding her hip, her finger sinking into the soft flesh. 'Long gone now.' She chortled.
Sylatha was coming to visit, with her entourage in tow. And she'd be here any minute. There was so much to do.
Lirith happily curled around Erysha, careful not to constrict Erysha's growing middle, and continued to feed her treat after treat after treat. 'You're not the first to tell me that.' She teased Erysha. 'And let me tell you, no one who ever has was able to walk away... most had to be rolled.' Lirith said in a low, sensual voice.
Chyrae grinned eagerly at Ralerys. 'I aim to please.' She giggled. 'It's, what I was made for.' She added, blushing. She had, after all, more or less been commissioned for Ralerys brothel from a local haemonculus.
'I have two, very dedicated feeders.' Chyrae admitted, biting her lip. 'Of course I still have room.' She patted her belly lovingly, it seemed to take up most of her form now, swollen and round, like if Skourna packed on another 100 pounds in her current state.
Skourna glanced at Sylatha for a moment and smiled. 'She does look like she's missing out...' Skourna mused. 'I'm not sure if I want to feed her, or be fed by her.' She took Aeril's hand and waddled over to Sylatha, allowing her belly to announce her pressence by brushing up to Sylatha, then pecking her on the cheek.
'Now who said you could eat alone?' Skourna asked her guest, and offered Sylatha a large brownie.
Erysha suppressed a giggle at Lirith’s seductive boast, then failed to suppress a burp. Feeling confident from her wine intake, she decided to try being a bit sultry herself. “Well, then…” she hummed with a smile, trying to lower her normally rather high voice to match Lirith’s. “You better not break that streak tonight…”
Ralerys smiled lovingly at her friend, bringing a hand to her reddened cheek as she placed a kiss on her forehead. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned about you Rheivarath-born girls…” she whispered, thumb still stroking Chyrae’s cheek. “It’s that you’re always proving to be more than you were made for. The bonds you’ve made with people here… those didn’t come out of a tube, hun. They’re all you.”
“And they’ve trained you oh so well,” Ralerys laughed. “But I’ve been living with Sylatha. I think I’ve picked up some skills from her… and I want to see how big you can get.” She winked, then brought another thick pastry to Chyrae’s lips.
“Why not all of the above?” Aeril mused to Skourna as she was led over to Sylatha.
Sylatha’s posture and expression immediately warmed, simply beaming at Skourna’s offering before eagerly scarfing it down. “Skouna, you absolute doll,” she said as she pulled over a large platter for the trio. “Would Commorragh’s Cutest Couple like to enjoy this feast alongside me?”
'For you my dear, I wouldn't dare.' Lirith smirked and doubled down on feeding Erysha more and more fattening treats. Her enthusiasm only growing alongside Erysha's waist.
Chyrae paused as she took in Ralery's words, and then her own cheeks reddened. 'I... you're right.' She giggled. 'That's... actually really nice to think about.'
Chyrae moaned softly as she let Ralery's feed her ever more pastries. 'Muses yes, push mento my limits Ralerys. Let's see how big I can get...'
'All of the above is certainly the ideal situation.' Skourna agreed as they approached Sylatha.
Skourna couldn't help but beam back. 'Oh I think we would love to. Then after we've devoured these appetisers, we should take it in turns to feed each other.'
'Just the other day Aeril was reminding me of how you used to force feed her... now I'm not suggesting force, but I doubt you'd need to resort to force, my Paramour has quite readily embraced her hedonism.' She suggested. 'And I was just saying that I wouldn't mind feeding and being fed by you as well... so, let's push some buttons.' Skourna helped herself to the platter with gusto.
There was no suppressing Erysha’s flattered giggles now. The fat and smitten Craftworlder couldn’t keep a smile off her lips as Lirith slipped more and more treats between them. Her already-revealing outfit grew tighter as more calories packed onto her frame, but she barely even noticed as she focused her attention on her food and her new feeder.
“My oh my, have I managed to fluster an Archon’s handmaiden?” Ralerys chuckled, then gave Chyrae a tender and deeply affectionate hug. “And think about it more often, hun. I don’t want you ever selling yourself short.”
“To your limits, you say?” Ralerys smirked as she sat herself on what remained of Chyrae’s lap, playfully pinning her down and leaning in close as she slowly pressed a thick, syrupy pastry to her friend’s lips. “My sweet, lovely Chyrae. I’m going to push you far past your limits.”
“As always, I adore how you think, my Lady Archon!” Sylatha patted Skourna’s belly as she continued digging into the platter herself. “And oh, I remember those times well. Do you recall the first time I stuffed you, Aeril?”
“How could I forget?” Aeril replied with a slightly embarrassed smile, a blush spreading across her cheeks at the memory. “It was, like, six hours after we first started hanging out.”
“It was indeed! How the time has -urp- flown since then. And you’re stuffing yourself now, too.” Sylatha poked Aeril’s belly, then turned to Skourna. “A round-robin feeding session sounds like a devilishly fun plan, dear. Which of us should be the first to offer herself up as victim?”
Lirith couldn't keep the smile off her face either, she was quite the accomplished feeder by nowz but she'd never had as eager a canvas as Erysha to work with. She marvelled at how Erysha had grown, and couldn't wait to see just how much more she could handle.
Chyrae hugged Ralerys back and giggled. 'I think you certainly have!' She smiled. 'I promise to keep it in mind!'
Chyrae shivered in anticipation, 'Please do...' she blushed. And smiled, there was barely any lap for Ralerys to perch on, and that alone was making her flustered. She was sure that by the time they were done, there would be no lap at all for her to sit on.
Skourna beamed at Sylatha warmly as she patted her belly. 'Six hours? I'm surprised Sy managed to wait longer than one hour to start stuffing you.' Skourna hummed, delighted by the story. 'How dod you convince her to stuff her face so soon after meeting her?'
Skourna paused and considered their options.
'Hmm... Aeril would be the obvious choice... but... I'm tempted to suggest you my dear Archite... the one who first fed me and my paramour, who unknowingly placed the pieces onto the board... you deserve to be stuffed first.' She kissed Sylatha on the cheek. 'After all, you've taken to it like a natural lately.'
'No, no no. The other ancient Aeldari decor!' Skourna sighs in frustration at her servants... and slaves inability to comprehend her vision. 'The one that's nice, suggestive but not too gory. Not the one that's nice, gory but not too suggestive! It looks like we're trying to put on a Wych display!' She paused. 'And those days are passed.' She absently rubbed the swell of her pregnant belly, before prodding her hip, her finger sinking into the soft flesh. 'Long gone now.' She chortled.
Sylatha was coming to visit, with her entourage in tow. And she'd be here any minute. There was so much to do.
Lirith happily curled around Erysha, careful not to constrict Erysha's growing middle, and continued to feed her treat after treat after treat. 'You're not the first to tell me that.' She teased Erysha. 'And let me tell you, no one who ever has was able to walk away... most had to be rolled.' Lirith said in a low, sensual voice.
Chyrae grinned eagerly at Ralerys. 'I aim to please.' She giggled. 'It's, what I was made for.' She added, blushing. She had, after all, more or less been commissioned for Ralerys brothel from a local haemonculus.
'I have two, very dedicated feeders.' Chyrae admitted, biting her lip. 'Of course I still have room.' She patted her belly lovingly, it seemed to take up most of her form now, swollen and round, like if Skourna packed on another 100 pounds in her current state.
Skourna glanced at Sylatha for a moment and smiled. 'She does look like she's missing out...' Skourna mused. 'I'm not sure if I want to feed her, or be fed by her.' She took Aeril's hand and waddled over to Sylatha, allowing her belly to announce her pressence by brushing up to Sylatha, then pecking her on the cheek.
'Now who said you could eat alone?' Skourna asked her guest, and offered Sylatha a large brownie.
Erysha suppressed a giggle at Lirith’s seductive boast, then failed to suppress a burp. Feeling confident from her wine intake, she decided to try being a bit sultry herself. “Well, then…” she hummed with a smile, trying to lower her normally rather high voice to match Lirith’s. “You better not break that streak tonight…”
Ralerys smiled lovingly at her friend, bringing a hand to her reddened cheek as she placed a kiss on her forehead. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned about you Rheivarath-born girls…” she whispered, thumb still stroking Chyrae’s cheek. “It’s that you’re always proving to be more than you were made for. The bonds you’ve made with people here… those didn’t come out of a tube, hun. They’re all you.”
“And they’ve trained you oh so well,” Ralerys laughed. “But I’ve been living with Sylatha. I think I’ve picked up some skills from her… and I want to see how big you can get.” She winked, then brought another thick pastry to Chyrae’s lips.
“Why not all of the above?” Aeril mused to Skourna as she was led over to Sylatha.
Sylatha’s posture and expression immediately warmed, simply beaming at Skourna’s offering before eagerly scarfing it down. “Skouna, you absolute doll,” she said as she pulled over a large platter for the trio. “Would Commorragh’s Cutest Couple like to enjoy this feast alongside me?”
'For you my dear, I wouldn't dare.' Lirith smirked and doubled down on feeding Erysha more and more fattening treats. Her enthusiasm only growing alongside Erysha's waist.
Chyrae paused as she took in Ralery's words, and then her own cheeks reddened. 'I... you're right.' She giggled. 'That's... actually really nice to think about.'
Chyrae moaned softly as she let Ralery's feed her ever more pastries. 'Muses yes, push mento my limits Ralerys. Let's see how big I can get...'
'All of the above is certainly the ideal situation.' Skourna agreed as they approached Sylatha.
Skourna couldn't help but beam back. 'Oh I think we would love to. Then after we've devoured these appetisers, we should take it in turns to feed each other.'
'Just the other day Aeril was reminding me of how you used to force feed her... now I'm not suggesting force, but I doubt you'd need to resort to force, my Paramour has quite readily embraced her hedonism.' She suggested. 'And I was just saying that I wouldn't mind feeding and being fed by you as well... so, let's push some buttons.' Skourna helped herself to the platter with gusto.
'No, no no. The other ancient Aeldari decor!' Skourna sighs in frustration at her servants... and slaves inability to comprehend her vision. 'The one that's nice, suggestive but not too gory. Not the one that's nice, gory but not too suggestive! It looks like we're trying to put on a Wych display!' She paused. 'And those days are passed.' She absently rubbed the swell of her pregnant belly, before prodding her hip, her finger sinking into the soft flesh. 'Long gone now.' She chortled.
Sylatha was coming to visit, with her entourage in tow. And she'd be here any minute. There was so much to do.
Lirith happily curled around Erysha, careful not to constrict Erysha's growing middle, and continued to feed her treat after treat after treat. 'You're not the first to tell me that.' She teased Erysha. 'And let me tell you, no one who ever has was able to walk away... most had to be rolled.' Lirith said in a low, sensual voice.
Chyrae grinned eagerly at Ralerys. 'I aim to please.' She giggled. 'It's, what I was made for.' She added, blushing. She had, after all, more or less been commissioned for Ralerys brothel from a local haemonculus.
'I have two, very dedicated feeders.' Chyrae admitted, biting her lip. 'Of course I still have room.' She patted her belly lovingly, it seemed to take up most of her form now, swollen and round, like if Skourna packed on another 100 pounds in her current state.
Skourna glanced at Sylatha for a moment and smiled. 'She does look like she's missing out...' Skourna mused. 'I'm not sure if I want to feed her, or be fed by her.' She took Aeril's hand and waddled over to Sylatha, allowing her belly to announce her pressence by brushing up to Sylatha, then pecking her on the cheek.
'Now who said you could eat alone?' Skourna asked her guest, and offered Sylatha a large brownie.
'No, no no. The other ancient Aeldari decor!' Skourna sighs in frustration at her servants... and slaves inability to comprehend her vision. 'The one that's nice, suggestive but not too gory. Not the one that's nice, gory but not too suggestive! It looks like we're trying to put on a Wych display!' She paused. 'And those days are passed.' She absently rubbed the swell of her pregnant belly, before prodding her hip, her finger sinking into the soft flesh. 'Long gone now.' She chortled.
Sylatha was coming to visit, with her entourage in tow. And she'd be here any minute. There was so much to do.
'There's no way you would ever clear her out of your woods. So it's for the best we make sure she comes home with us when we're done.' Skourna laughed.
Skourna for her part smiled and kissed Aeril on the neck. She loved how Aeril reacted whenever she touched her belly.
'Now that certainly wasn't the case last time I was pregnant. And I know for certain my appetite has not shrunk.' Skourna smirked. 'Turns out I'm just surrounded by gluttons. Funny how I'm one of the most moderate among them now.' Skourna eyed Sylatha fondly. 'She really has embraced gluttony to it's fullest.
Chyrae blushed. 'Well, that won't be long I'm sure. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow.' She winked as she and Ralerys helped themselves to the feast laid out before them with gusto.
'I'm glad to see that.' Chyrae smiled. 'I know there was some... bad blood between you for quite some time.' She said softly. 'Oh, I think I have. Funny, I used to love being thin.' She laughed. 'I'm tempted to slim down sometimes honestly. Just to be more mobile. Skourna's open to it but... well... I'd miss this too now I think.' She giggled.
Skourna let Aeril lead her into the feast. And feed her for some time. She was eating for two and needed quite a bit to satisfy herself. But once she was... suddenly it was Aeril's turn.
“Your motherly wisdom is right once again,” Aeril laughed with her. “We’ll have to keep a close eye on her in those woods!”
Aeril cooed at the kiss, nuzzling Skourna before kissing the side of her head in return.
“She certainly has. And helped others embrace it too!” Aeril’s gaze drifted from the gorging Sylatha to the nearby Erysha, who was happily chatting up a Black Hunt server as she stuffed her face.
“Then it looks like I’ll be hanging with you tonight and tomorrow,” Ralerys winked back before digging into the feast.
“Being Ynnari has helped put a lot of bad blood behind us,” Ralerys said with a calm smile. “That subtle empathic link to those around us tends to do things like that.”
“You know, I feel the same myself, believe it or not,” Ralerys patted her own stomach as she spoke. “I’ve slimmed down every now and then, but it just doesn’t ever last long. My appetite’s too big now, and… well, there is just something comfortable about being bigger. It’s cozy, in an odd sort of way.”
Aeril happily fed Skourna, making sure to affectionately wipe any frosting or grease from her lips with the tip of her thumb between bites. And when Skourna quickly decided it was her turn to feed Aeril, the Wych wasted no time in devouring all that Skourna presented to her.
'That we will.' Skourna chuckled. 'Someone's going to have to chase her down... and I'm not sure if you're up to that task anymore my love.' Skourna teased, playfully rubbing Aeril's belly.
'Sylatha certainly loves setting trends. The inner circle of your Cult is rounding out nicely aren't they?' She mused. 'Erysha seems to have a thing for that pretty little server, the one with the black hair and the pixie cut doesn't she?' She smiled. 'Trueborn, distantly, very distantly related to me. Enough to get a position of importance among the serving staff. No junior servants come here.' She mused. 'Her name is on the tip of my tongue... much like her treats are on Erysha's.'
'I couldn't ask for more!' Chyrae said, laughing as she did in fact ask for more food.
She nodded. 'I know. It's funny how subtle yet profound it is. Aside from Skourna and her inner circle everyone here is so harsh, callous even.' She mused.
'I k ow what you mean. Commoragh nights can be so cold. It's nice to have some protective blubber. Even if you spend almost every night in an Archon's bed.' She smiled and patted her big round gut. 'Still, I wanted to impress you so I've been trying to hold off on the weight away.' She giggled. 'Now look at me!'
By the time Skourna was finished, she looked visibly rounder, with her belly appearing almost full term in its girth. She had a remarkable appetite, since that was still quite some time away.
But she had plans to make sure Aeril surpassed her quite significantly before the nights end.
“I’m not sure myself!” Aeril agreed, a giggle under her breath. “Looks like you may have to do the chasing, love. I’m sure you’ll be excited to stretch your legs without having to carry the baby bump around by then!”
“Rounding out indeed,” she smiled, still looking on with enjoyment. “Mmmm, Sylatha might be a bit jealous if she sees her favorite bedwarmer turning her gaze elsewhere! Or she might be excited, it can be hard to tell sometimes, heh. Does this pretty distant relative of yours enjoy bigger girls? Because I think only one person here weighs more than Erysha does.”
Ralerys nodded as Chyrae spoke. “I remember being quite harsh and callous myself,” she said, a twinge of regret in her voice. “It’s nearly impossible not to be that way here. But look at us now, finding warmth and fulfillment in ways we never imagined. I’m glad to hear Skourna’s inner circle is as sweet as she is, too. That’s a rarity in this city.”
“It’s hard not to look! Color me impressed indeed,” Ralerys laughed and affectionately patted Chyrae’s gut. “It’s no wonder you spend most nights in an Archon’s bed. I’ve never seen someone look so positively cuddly.”
Aeril let out a coo of contentment as she relaxed and allowed Skourna to feed her. They fell into that lovely familiar rhythm of feasting, allowing themselves to be nearly hypnotized by the motions. Aeril soon found herself leaning against Skourna as she was fed, enjoying the simple yet intimate closeness as the party fell into deeper and deeper gluttony.
'You don't know the half of it.' Skourna smiled wistfully. 'I love being like this but sometimes I just wish I could see my toes and run around a training field.' She laughed. 'Weight away does nothing after a point when I'm pregnant!'
'We'll have to wait and see if she notices dear Lirith feeding Erysha. She seems a bit too engrossed with feeding herself.' Skourna teased. 'Oh Lirith definitely adores bigger girls, but sometimes she doesn't exclusively date them. But she's never had a girlfriend that stayed thin before.' Skourna mused. 'So she'll probably enjoy spending time with both of them.'
'It's how we survived.' Chyrae nodded in agreement. 'But now we don't have to.' She grinned. 'It certainly is a rarity but it works so wepl here. Skourna's building a place of love and respect of a kind I hope survives her. Not that I expect her to fall anytime soon.' She laughed. 'She's something else.'
Chyrae blushed. 'Thanks. I'm sure you'll have a chance to find out just how cuddly soon enough.' She gushed. 'After I've been properly fed.'
More food was brought out as entire dishes disappeared down everyone's throats. Before long they had eaten more food than 20 regular drukhari could manage, and yet more was being brought forth.
“I know, love,” Aeril smiled gently, affectionately rubbing Skourna’s upper arm. “That time will come. For now, just do your best to focus on being pampered and spoiled as the sweetest Archon in the Dark City deserves.”
Indeed, Sylatha was still so engrossed in her own feasting that she didn’t remotely notice Lirith begin to feed Erysha.
“Aww, you’re too kind!” Erysha said between bites, reclining in a designer lawn chair as Lirith offered her sweet after sweet. “So how do you *urp* relate to the Black Hunt, Lirith?” she asked, eager to get to know this woman who seemed so eager to shower her with attention. “What do, erm, do here?”
“Something else indeed…” Ralerys nodded. “I’m so glad our two Mistresses are allies now, and we get to experience this lovely place. I never thought I’d say this when I first came to Rheivarath, but you and I wound up quite lucky, didn’t we?”
Ralerys’ warm smile shifted to a sultry gaze as she gave Chyrae’s belly a squeeze. “Then let’s get you properly fed, shall we?” She lifted a slice of cake to her friend’s mouth.
The feasting had developed into what could only be described as a luxurious feeding frenzy. It didn’t take long for the bellies of nearly all in attendance to begin to swell, as old and new friends and lovers happily enjoyed each other’s company.
Skourna hummed affectionately. 'I think I can do that.' She lovingly kissed Aeril on the cheek. 'I never do get tired of you pampering me.'
Lirith smiled warmly at Erysha as she offered her yet another fattening treat. She loved how even sturdy wraithbone chair groaned under Erysha's bulk. It was rare to find an adorable craftworlder so... large.
'I was born into the House of Vengeous, too low to just kick back and relax my whole life, but high enough I could get a cushy job.' She explained. 'And when I'm not here serving our esteemed guests or the Archon herself I have a raider and a squad of Kabalites to take realspace raiding. But I don't think I'll have that fancy while you're here.'
'It certainly has turned out quite well for both of us.' Chyrae agreed with a grin. 'And our waistlines! But I have to agree. You're much happier than when you first arrived in Rheivarath. And dare I venture happier than you were beforehand too?'
Chyrae blushed and opened her mouth wide, almost swallowing the cake whole. 'We'll need a lot more than that to fill the old girl up.' She replied sultrily. 'More Ralerys.'
And as the swelling began to grow more noticeable the feeding frenzy only grew more intense as the participants grew more excited or lost themselves to gluttony completely.
“Oh, I know…” Aeril teased with a warm smile, lifting a pastry to Skourna’s mouth. “So let the pampering begin!”
Erysha happily devoured treat as she listened to Lirith, nodding attentively all the while. “Oh my, I imagine those raids are very exciting,” she said. “You look like you’d be quite a formidable warrior. Much moreso than me! Even when I was thinner, I was a Guardian conscript for a while, and let me tell you, I was a terrible soldier!” She laughed at her self-deprecation, the wine she’d been sipping starting to lower her inhibitions.
At Lirith’s last sentence, Erysha’s eyes widened and cheeks flushed. “Well… I’m quite flattered to have so captured your attention…” she said rather softly, playing with her hair as she spoke.
“I never thought it’d be the case, but yeah. I am.” Ralerys took a moment to look around contently at her friends amongst the guests at the party before returning her gaze to Chyrae. “We don’t have to be on guard here, to worry about knives in our back. We can be open with each other, and make our feelings known. It’s a type of… contentment I never knew I could feel.”
“Hah! Yes ma’am, Lady Chyrae…” Ralerys said with a wink, offering cake after cake to her old friend - and eating more than a few herself.
Skourna smiled warmly and opened her mouth wide to receive the offered pastry.
'They certainly can be.' Lirith purred, 'they're a wonderful change of pace compared to how, stable things in the tower can be.' She mused, then smiled at Erysha's compliment. 'I take pride in my ability to kill, and inflict harm when I wish.' She grinned as she kept feeding her new plaything. 'Was that because you were a little soft even back then?' She asked curiously. 'Or was the softness merely, theoretical at the time?'
Lirith leaned in and ran a hand through Erysha's hair. 'I'm glad to hear that. Because you're going to be the centre of my attention for quite some time.' She teased, and placed a quick kiss on her lips before feeding her a slice of decadent cake.
'A winderful change of pace from your previous life. I was fortunate enough to find a place among your employees. I think. I think I have known contentment. But now, there's just so much more of it. No longer do I worry about what my clients will do to me. I know what Skourna will do.' She patted her belly and grinned.
Chyrae greedily indulged, her form growing visibly more bloated. She sure could eat a lot.
“Mmmm, that’s my girl…” Aeril purred, rubbing Skourna’s belly as she offered her paramour more and more treats (and took more than a few for herself as well).
“Oh, I was only metaphorically soft back then…” Erysha giggled. “It’d be hard for anyone to wind up chubby on a Craftworld. But then I wound up in Rheivarath, and, well… Sylatha made sure that metaphorical softness became oh-so-literal.” She smiled and gestured to her midsection.
Erysha cooed and her breath sharpened as Lirith leaned in for the kiss, which left the Craftworlder in such an elated daze that she barely noticed as the slice of cake passed through her lips.
“I’m so glad I helped to give you some contentment in the past,” Ralerys said to Chyrae with a warm smile. “And even more glad that you’re even more content now. It seems like you’ve found your perfect place in the universe, Chyrae.”
As Chyrae grew increasingly bloated, Ralerys helped her into a soft loveseat next to the large tables. Ralerys placed herself down right next to her dear friend, and resumed the feeding with even more gusto.
Skourna giggled and continued to ravenously devour every morsel she was offered, thanks to her gravid state her normally huge appetite seemed enormous. A size her belly was swiftly swelling to match.
'That does make sense. Although I've met a few Craftworlders who were definitely soft, if not, plump.' Lirith said sensually. 'But you are a true delight in that regard. Soft and plump.' She giggled. 'I'll have to thank Sylatha for that later. Maybe once you're full to bursting hmm?' She grinned as she fed the elated Craftworlder more and more.
'I was thinking the same about you. We seem to have landed on our feet Ralerys.' Chyrae smiled. 'Even if we can't exactly see our feet anymore.'
Chyrae groaned as she sat down. 'Ooh. I'm getting, heavy.' She blushed. 'But don't worry, I still have plenty of room!'
'No, no no. The other ancient Aeldari decor!' Skourna sighs in frustration at her servants... and slaves inability to comprehend her vision. 'The one that's nice, suggestive but not too gory. Not the one that's nice, gory but not too suggestive! It looks like we're trying to put on a Wych display!' She paused. 'And those days are passed.' She absently rubbed the swell of her pregnant belly, before prodding her hip, her finger sinking into the soft flesh. 'Long gone now.' She chortled.
Sylatha was coming to visit, with her entourage in tow. And she'd be here any minute. There was so much to do.
'There's no way you would ever clear her out of your woods. So it's for the best we make sure she comes home with us when we're done.' Skourna laughed.
Skourna for her part smiled and kissed Aeril on the neck. She loved how Aeril reacted whenever she touched her belly.
'Now that certainly wasn't the case last time I was pregnant. And I know for certain my appetite has not shrunk.' Skourna smirked. 'Turns out I'm just surrounded by gluttons. Funny how I'm one of the most moderate among them now.' Skourna eyed Sylatha fondly. 'She really has embraced gluttony to it's fullest.
Chyrae blushed. 'Well, that won't be long I'm sure. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow.' She winked as she and Ralerys helped themselves to the feast laid out before them with gusto.
'I'm glad to see that.' Chyrae smiled. 'I know there was some... bad blood between you for quite some time.' She said softly. 'Oh, I think I have. Funny, I used to love being thin.' She laughed. 'I'm tempted to slim down sometimes honestly. Just to be more mobile. Skourna's open to it but... well... I'd miss this too now I think.' She giggled.
Skourna let Aeril lead her into the feast. And feed her for some time. She was eating for two and needed quite a bit to satisfy herself. But once she was... suddenly it was Aeril's turn.
“Your motherly wisdom is right once again,” Aeril laughed with her. “We’ll have to keep a close eye on her in those woods!”
Aeril cooed at the kiss, nuzzling Skourna before kissing the side of her head in return.
“She certainly has. And helped others embrace it too!” Aeril’s gaze drifted from the gorging Sylatha to the nearby Erysha, who was happily chatting up a Black Hunt server as she stuffed her face.
“Then it looks like I’ll be hanging with you tonight and tomorrow,” Ralerys winked back before digging into the feast.
“Being Ynnari has helped put a lot of bad blood behind us,” Ralerys said with a calm smile. “That subtle empathic link to those around us tends to do things like that.”
“You know, I feel the same myself, believe it or not,” Ralerys patted her own stomach as she spoke. “I’ve slimmed down every now and then, but it just doesn’t ever last long. My appetite’s too big now, and… well, there is just something comfortable about being bigger. It’s cozy, in an odd sort of way.”
Aeril happily fed Skourna, making sure to affectionately wipe any frosting or grease from her lips with the tip of her thumb between bites. And when Skourna quickly decided it was her turn to feed Aeril, the Wych wasted no time in devouring all that Skourna presented to her.
'That we will.' Skourna chuckled. 'Someone's going to have to chase her down... and I'm not sure if you're up to that task anymore my love.' Skourna teased, playfully rubbing Aeril's belly.
'Sylatha certainly loves setting trends. The inner circle of your Cult is rounding out nicely aren't they?' She mused. 'Erysha seems to have a thing for that pretty little server, the one with the black hair and the pixie cut doesn't she?' She smiled. 'Trueborn, distantly, very distantly related to me. Enough to get a position of importance among the serving staff. No junior servants come here.' She mused. 'Her name is on the tip of my tongue... much like her treats are on Erysha's.'
'I couldn't ask for more!' Chyrae said, laughing as she did in fact ask for more food.
She nodded. 'I know. It's funny how subtle yet profound it is. Aside from Skourna and her inner circle everyone here is so harsh, callous even.' She mused.
'I k ow what you mean. Commoragh nights can be so cold. It's nice to have some protective blubber. Even if you spend almost every night in an Archon's bed.' She smiled and patted her big round gut. 'Still, I wanted to impress you so I've been trying to hold off on the weight away.' She giggled. 'Now look at me!'
By the time Skourna was finished, she looked visibly rounder, with her belly appearing almost full term in its girth. She had a remarkable appetite, since that was still quite some time away.
But she had plans to make sure Aeril surpassed her quite significantly before the nights end.
“I’m not sure myself!” Aeril agreed, a giggle under her breath. “Looks like you may have to do the chasing, love. I’m sure you’ll be excited to stretch your legs without having to carry the baby bump around by then!”
“Rounding out indeed,” she smiled, still looking on with enjoyment. “Mmmm, Sylatha might be a bit jealous if she sees her favorite bedwarmer turning her gaze elsewhere! Or she might be excited, it can be hard to tell sometimes, heh. Does this pretty distant relative of yours enjoy bigger girls? Because I think only one person here weighs more than Erysha does.”
Ralerys nodded as Chyrae spoke. “I remember being quite harsh and callous myself,” she said, a twinge of regret in her voice. “It’s nearly impossible not to be that way here. But look at us now, finding warmth and fulfillment in ways we never imagined. I’m glad to hear Skourna’s inner circle is as sweet as she is, too. That’s a rarity in this city.”
“It’s hard not to look! Color me impressed indeed,” Ralerys laughed and affectionately patted Chyrae’s gut. “It’s no wonder you spend most nights in an Archon’s bed. I’ve never seen someone look so positively cuddly.”
Aeril let out a coo of contentment as she relaxed and allowed Skourna to feed her. They fell into that lovely familiar rhythm of feasting, allowing themselves to be nearly hypnotized by the motions. Aeril soon found herself leaning against Skourna as she was fed, enjoying the simple yet intimate closeness as the party fell into deeper and deeper gluttony.
'You don't know the half of it.' Skourna smiled wistfully. 'I love being like this but sometimes I just wish I could see my toes and run around a training field.' She laughed. 'Weight away does nothing after a point when I'm pregnant!'
'We'll have to wait and see if she notices dear Lirith feeding Erysha. She seems a bit too engrossed with feeding herself.' Skourna teased. 'Oh Lirith definitely adores bigger girls, but sometimes she doesn't exclusively date them. But she's never had a girlfriend that stayed thin before.' Skourna mused. 'So she'll probably enjoy spending time with both of them.'
'It's how we survived.' Chyrae nodded in agreement. 'But now we don't have to.' She grinned. 'It certainly is a rarity but it works so wepl here. Skourna's building a place of love and respect of a kind I hope survives her. Not that I expect her to fall anytime soon.' She laughed. 'She's something else.'
Chyrae blushed. 'Thanks. I'm sure you'll have a chance to find out just how cuddly soon enough.' She gushed. 'After I've been properly fed.'
More food was brought out as entire dishes disappeared down everyone's throats. Before long they had eaten more food than 20 regular drukhari could manage, and yet more was being brought forth.
“I know, love,” Aeril smiled gently, affectionately rubbing Skourna’s upper arm. “That time will come. For now, just do your best to focus on being pampered and spoiled as the sweetest Archon in the Dark City deserves.”
Indeed, Sylatha was still so engrossed in her own feasting that she didn’t remotely notice Lirith begin to feed Erysha.
“Aww, you’re too kind!” Erysha said between bites, reclining in a designer lawn chair as Lirith offered her sweet after sweet. “So how do you *urp* relate to the Black Hunt, Lirith?” she asked, eager to get to know this woman who seemed so eager to shower her with attention. “What do, erm, do here?”
“Something else indeed…” Ralerys nodded. “I’m so glad our two Mistresses are allies now, and we get to experience this lovely place. I never thought I’d say this when I first came to Rheivarath, but you and I wound up quite lucky, didn’t we?”
Ralerys’ warm smile shifted to a sultry gaze as she gave Chyrae’s belly a squeeze. “Then let’s get you properly fed, shall we?” She lifted a slice of cake to her friend’s mouth.
The feasting had developed into what could only be described as a luxurious feeding frenzy. It didn’t take long for the bellies of nearly all in attendance to begin to swell, as old and new friends and lovers happily enjoyed each other’s company.
Skourna hummed affectionately. 'I think I can do that.' She lovingly kissed Aeril on the cheek. 'I never do get tired of you pampering me.'
Lirith smiled warmly at Erysha as she offered her yet another fattening treat. She loved how even sturdy wraithbone chair groaned under Erysha's bulk. It was rare to find an adorable craftworlder so... large.
'I was born into the House of Vengeous, too low to just kick back and relax my whole life, but high enough I could get a cushy job.' She explained. 'And when I'm not here serving our esteemed guests or the Archon herself I have a raider and a squad of Kabalites to take realspace raiding. But I don't think I'll have that fancy while you're here.'
'It certainly has turned out quite well for both of us.' Chyrae agreed with a grin. 'And our waistlines! But I have to agree. You're much happier than when you first arrived in Rheivarath. And dare I venture happier than you were beforehand too?'
Chyrae blushed and opened her mouth wide, almost swallowing the cake whole. 'We'll need a lot more than that to fill the old girl up.' She replied sultrily. 'More Ralerys.'
And as the swelling began to grow more noticeable the feeding frenzy only grew more intense as the participants grew more excited or lost themselves to gluttony completely.
“Oh, I know…” Aeril teased with a warm smile, lifting a pastry to Skourna’s mouth. “So let the pampering begin!”
Erysha happily devoured treat as she listened to Lirith, nodding attentively all the while. “Oh my, I imagine those raids are very exciting,” she said. “You look like you’d be quite a formidable warrior. Much moreso than me! Even when I was thinner, I was a Guardian conscript for a while, and let me tell you, I was a terrible soldier!” She laughed at her self-deprecation, the wine she’d been sipping starting to lower her inhibitions.
At Lirith’s last sentence, Erysha’s eyes widened and cheeks flushed. “Well… I’m quite flattered to have so captured your attention…” she said rather softly, playing with her hair as she spoke.
“I never thought it’d be the case, but yeah. I am.” Ralerys took a moment to look around contently at her friends amongst the guests at the party before returning her gaze to Chyrae. “We don’t have to be on guard here, to worry about knives in our back. We can be open with each other, and make our feelings known. It’s a type of… contentment I never knew I could feel.”
“Hah! Yes ma’am, Lady Chyrae…” Ralerys said with a wink, offering cake after cake to her old friend - and eating more than a few herself.
Skourna smiled warmly and opened her mouth wide to receive the offered pastry.
'They certainly can be.' Lirith purred, 'they're a wonderful change of pace compared to how, stable things in the tower can be.' She mused, then smiled at Erysha's compliment. 'I take pride in my ability to kill, and inflict harm when I wish.' She grinned as she kept feeding her new plaything. 'Was that because you were a little soft even back then?' She asked curiously. 'Or was the softness merely, theoretical at the time?'
Lirith leaned in and ran a hand through Erysha's hair. 'I'm glad to hear that. Because you're going to be the centre of my attention for quite some time.' She teased, and placed a quick kiss on her lips before feeding her a slice of decadent cake.
'A winderful change of pace from your previous life. I was fortunate enough to find a place among your employees. I think. I think I have known contentment. But now, there's just so much more of it. No longer do I worry about what my clients will do to me. I know what Skourna will do.' She patted her belly and grinned.
Chyrae greedily indulged, her form growing visibly more bloated. She sure could eat a lot.
'No, no no. The other ancient Aeldari decor!' Skourna sighs in frustration at her servants... and slaves inability to comprehend her vision. 'The one that's nice, suggestive but not too gory. Not the one that's nice, gory but not too suggestive! It looks like we're trying to put on a Wych display!' She paused. 'And those days are passed.' She absently rubbed the swell of her pregnant belly, before prodding her hip, her finger sinking into the soft flesh. 'Long gone now.' She chortled.
Sylatha was coming to visit, with her entourage in tow. And she'd be here any minute. There was so much to do.
'There's no way you would ever clear her out of your woods. So it's for the best we make sure she comes home with us when we're done.' Skourna laughed.
Skourna for her part smiled and kissed Aeril on the neck. She loved how Aeril reacted whenever she touched her belly.
'Now that certainly wasn't the case last time I was pregnant. And I know for certain my appetite has not shrunk.' Skourna smirked. 'Turns out I'm just surrounded by gluttons. Funny how I'm one of the most moderate among them now.' Skourna eyed Sylatha fondly. 'She really has embraced gluttony to it's fullest.
Chyrae blushed. 'Well, that won't be long I'm sure. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow.' She winked as she and Ralerys helped themselves to the feast laid out before them with gusto.
'I'm glad to see that.' Chyrae smiled. 'I know there was some... bad blood between you for quite some time.' She said softly. 'Oh, I think I have. Funny, I used to love being thin.' She laughed. 'I'm tempted to slim down sometimes honestly. Just to be more mobile. Skourna's open to it but... well... I'd miss this too now I think.' She giggled.
Skourna let Aeril lead her into the feast. And feed her for some time. She was eating for two and needed quite a bit to satisfy herself. But once she was... suddenly it was Aeril's turn.
“Your motherly wisdom is right once again,” Aeril laughed with her. “We’ll have to keep a close eye on her in those woods!”
Aeril cooed at the kiss, nuzzling Skourna before kissing the side of her head in return.
“She certainly has. And helped others embrace it too!” Aeril’s gaze drifted from the gorging Sylatha to the nearby Erysha, who was happily chatting up a Black Hunt server as she stuffed her face.
“Then it looks like I’ll be hanging with you tonight and tomorrow,” Ralerys winked back before digging into the feast.
“Being Ynnari has helped put a lot of bad blood behind us,” Ralerys said with a calm smile. “That subtle empathic link to those around us tends to do things like that.”
“You know, I feel the same myself, believe it or not,” Ralerys patted her own stomach as she spoke. “I’ve slimmed down every now and then, but it just doesn’t ever last long. My appetite’s too big now, and… well, there is just something comfortable about being bigger. It’s cozy, in an odd sort of way.”
Aeril happily fed Skourna, making sure to affectionately wipe any frosting or grease from her lips with the tip of her thumb between bites. And when Skourna quickly decided it was her turn to feed Aeril, the Wych wasted no time in devouring all that Skourna presented to her.
'That we will.' Skourna chuckled. 'Someone's going to have to chase her down... and I'm not sure if you're up to that task anymore my love.' Skourna teased, playfully rubbing Aeril's belly.
'Sylatha certainly loves setting trends. The inner circle of your Cult is rounding out nicely aren't they?' She mused. 'Erysha seems to have a thing for that pretty little server, the one with the black hair and the pixie cut doesn't she?' She smiled. 'Trueborn, distantly, very distantly related to me. Enough to get a position of importance among the serving staff. No junior servants come here.' She mused. 'Her name is on the tip of my tongue... much like her treats are on Erysha's.'
'I couldn't ask for more!' Chyrae said, laughing as she did in fact ask for more food.
She nodded. 'I know. It's funny how subtle yet profound it is. Aside from Skourna and her inner circle everyone here is so harsh, callous even.' She mused.
'I k ow what you mean. Commoragh nights can be so cold. It's nice to have some protective blubber. Even if you spend almost every night in an Archon's bed.' She smiled and patted her big round gut. 'Still, I wanted to impress you so I've been trying to hold off on the weight away.' She giggled. 'Now look at me!'
By the time Skourna was finished, she looked visibly rounder, with her belly appearing almost full term in its girth. She had a remarkable appetite, since that was still quite some time away.
But she had plans to make sure Aeril surpassed her quite significantly before the nights end.
“I’m not sure myself!” Aeril agreed, a giggle under her breath. “Looks like you may have to do the chasing, love. I’m sure you’ll be excited to stretch your legs without having to carry the baby bump around by then!”
“Rounding out indeed,” she smiled, still looking on with enjoyment. “Mmmm, Sylatha might be a bit jealous if she sees her favorite bedwarmer turning her gaze elsewhere! Or she might be excited, it can be hard to tell sometimes, heh. Does this pretty distant relative of yours enjoy bigger girls? Because I think only one person here weighs more than Erysha does.”
Ralerys nodded as Chyrae spoke. “I remember being quite harsh and callous myself,” she said, a twinge of regret in her voice. “It’s nearly impossible not to be that way here. But look at us now, finding warmth and fulfillment in ways we never imagined. I’m glad to hear Skourna’s inner circle is as sweet as she is, too. That’s a rarity in this city.”
“It’s hard not to look! Color me impressed indeed,” Ralerys laughed and affectionately patted Chyrae’s gut. “It’s no wonder you spend most nights in an Archon’s bed. I’ve never seen someone look so positively cuddly.”
Aeril let out a coo of contentment as she relaxed and allowed Skourna to feed her. They fell into that lovely familiar rhythm of feasting, allowing themselves to be nearly hypnotized by the motions. Aeril soon found herself leaning against Skourna as she was fed, enjoying the simple yet intimate closeness as the party fell into deeper and deeper gluttony.
'You don't know the half of it.' Skourna smiled wistfully. 'I love being like this but sometimes I just wish I could see my toes and run around a training field.' She laughed. 'Weight away does nothing after a point when I'm pregnant!'
'We'll have to wait and see if she notices dear Lirith feeding Erysha. She seems a bit too engrossed with feeding herself.' Skourna teased. 'Oh Lirith definitely adores bigger girls, but sometimes she doesn't exclusively date them. But she's never had a girlfriend that stayed thin before.' Skourna mused. 'So she'll probably enjoy spending time with both of them.'
'It's how we survived.' Chyrae nodded in agreement. 'But now we don't have to.' She grinned. 'It certainly is a rarity but it works so wepl here. Skourna's building a place of love and respect of a kind I hope survives her. Not that I expect her to fall anytime soon.' She laughed. 'She's something else.'
Chyrae blushed. 'Thanks. I'm sure you'll have a chance to find out just how cuddly soon enough.' She gushed. 'After I've been properly fed.'
More food was brought out as entire dishes disappeared down everyone's throats. Before long they had eaten more food than 20 regular drukhari could manage, and yet more was being brought forth.
“I know, love,” Aeril smiled gently, affectionately rubbing Skourna’s upper arm. “That time will come. For now, just do your best to focus on being pampered and spoiled as the sweetest Archon in the Dark City deserves.”
Indeed, Sylatha was still so engrossed in her own feasting that she didn’t remotely notice Lirith begin to feed Erysha.
“Aww, you’re too kind!” Erysha said between bites, reclining in a designer lawn chair as Lirith offered her sweet after sweet. “So how do you *urp* relate to the Black Hunt, Lirith?” she asked, eager to get to know this woman who seemed so eager to shower her with attention. “What do, erm, do here?”
“Something else indeed…” Ralerys nodded. “I’m so glad our two Mistresses are allies now, and we get to experience this lovely place. I never thought I’d say this when I first came to Rheivarath, but you and I wound up quite lucky, didn’t we?”
Ralerys’ warm smile shifted to a sultry gaze as she gave Chyrae’s belly a squeeze. “Then let’s get you properly fed, shall we?” She lifted a slice of cake to her friend’s mouth.
The feasting had developed into what could only be described as a luxurious feeding frenzy. It didn’t take long for the bellies of nearly all in attendance to begin to swell, as old and new friends and lovers happily enjoyed each other’s company.
Skourna hummed affectionately. 'I think I can do that.' She lovingly kissed Aeril on the cheek. 'I never do get tired of you pampering me.'
Lirith smiled warmly at Erysha as she offered her yet another fattening treat. She loved how even sturdy wraithbone chair groaned under Erysha's bulk. It was rare to find an adorable craftworlder so... large.
'I was born into the House of Vengeous, too low to just kick back and relax my whole life, but high enough I could get a cushy job.' She explained. 'And when I'm not here serving our esteemed guests or the Archon herself I have a raider and a squad of Kabalites to take realspace raiding. But I don't think I'll have that fancy while you're here.'
'It certainly has turned out quite well for both of us.' Chyrae agreed with a grin. 'And our waistlines! But I have to agree. You're much happier than when you first arrived in Rheivarath. And dare I venture happier than you were beforehand too?'
Chyrae blushed and opened her mouth wide, almost swallowing the cake whole. 'We'll need a lot more than that to fill the old girl up.' She replied sultrily. 'More Ralerys.'
And as the swelling began to grow more noticeable the feeding frenzy only grew more intense as the participants grew more excited or lost themselves to gluttony completely.
'No, no no. The other ancient Aeldari decor!' Skourna sighs in frustration at her servants... and slaves inability to comprehend her vision. 'The one that's nice, suggestive but not too gory. Not the one that's nice, gory but not too suggestive! It looks like we're trying to put on a Wych display!' She paused. 'And those days are passed.' She absently rubbed the swell of her pregnant belly, before prodding her hip, her finger sinking into the soft flesh. 'Long gone now.' She chortled.
Sylatha was coming to visit, with her entourage in tow. And she'd be here any minute. There was so much to do.
'There's no way you would ever clear her out of your woods. So it's for the best we make sure she comes home with us when we're done.' Skourna laughed.
Skourna for her part smiled and kissed Aeril on the neck. She loved how Aeril reacted whenever she touched her belly.
'Now that certainly wasn't the case last time I was pregnant. And I know for certain my appetite has not shrunk.' Skourna smirked. 'Turns out I'm just surrounded by gluttons. Funny how I'm one of the most moderate among them now.' Skourna eyed Sylatha fondly. 'She really has embraced gluttony to it's fullest.
Chyrae blushed. 'Well, that won't be long I'm sure. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow.' She winked as she and Ralerys helped themselves to the feast laid out before them with gusto.
'I'm glad to see that.' Chyrae smiled. 'I know there was some... bad blood between you for quite some time.' She said softly. 'Oh, I think I have. Funny, I used to love being thin.' She laughed. 'I'm tempted to slim down sometimes honestly. Just to be more mobile. Skourna's open to it but... well... I'd miss this too now I think.' She giggled.
Skourna let Aeril lead her into the feast. And feed her for some time. She was eating for two and needed quite a bit to satisfy herself. But once she was... suddenly it was Aeril's turn.
“Your motherly wisdom is right once again,” Aeril laughed with her. “We’ll have to keep a close eye on her in those woods!”
Aeril cooed at the kiss, nuzzling Skourna before kissing the side of her head in return.
“She certainly has. And helped others embrace it too!” Aeril’s gaze drifted from the gorging Sylatha to the nearby Erysha, who was happily chatting up a Black Hunt server as she stuffed her face.
“Then it looks like I’ll be hanging with you tonight and tomorrow,” Ralerys winked back before digging into the feast.
“Being Ynnari has helped put a lot of bad blood behind us,” Ralerys said with a calm smile. “That subtle empathic link to those around us tends to do things like that.”
“You know, I feel the same myself, believe it or not,” Ralerys patted her own stomach as she spoke. “I’ve slimmed down every now and then, but it just doesn’t ever last long. My appetite’s too big now, and… well, there is just something comfortable about being bigger. It’s cozy, in an odd sort of way.”
Aeril happily fed Skourna, making sure to affectionately wipe any frosting or grease from her lips with the tip of her thumb between bites. And when Skourna quickly decided it was her turn to feed Aeril, the Wych wasted no time in devouring all that Skourna presented to her.
'That we will.' Skourna chuckled. 'Someone's going to have to chase her down... and I'm not sure if you're up to that task anymore my love.' Skourna teased, playfully rubbing Aeril's belly.
'Sylatha certainly loves setting trends. The inner circle of your Cult is rounding out nicely aren't they?' She mused. 'Erysha seems to have a thing for that pretty little server, the one with the black hair and the pixie cut doesn't she?' She smiled. 'Trueborn, distantly, very distantly related to me. Enough to get a position of importance among the serving staff. No junior servants come here.' She mused. 'Her name is on the tip of my tongue... much like her treats are on Erysha's.'
'I couldn't ask for more!' Chyrae said, laughing as she did in fact ask for more food.
She nodded. 'I know. It's funny how subtle yet profound it is. Aside from Skourna and her inner circle everyone here is so harsh, callous even.' She mused.
'I k ow what you mean. Commoragh nights can be so cold. It's nice to have some protective blubber. Even if you spend almost every night in an Archon's bed.' She smiled and patted her big round gut. 'Still, I wanted to impress you so I've been trying to hold off on the weight away.' She giggled. 'Now look at me!'
By the time Skourna was finished, she looked visibly rounder, with her belly appearing almost full term in its girth. She had a remarkable appetite, since that was still quite some time away.
But she had plans to make sure Aeril surpassed her quite significantly before the nights end.
“I’m not sure myself!” Aeril agreed, a giggle under her breath. “Looks like you may have to do the chasing, love. I’m sure you’ll be excited to stretch your legs without having to carry the baby bump around by then!”
“Rounding out indeed,” she smiled, still looking on with enjoyment. “Mmmm, Sylatha might be a bit jealous if she sees her favorite bedwarmer turning her gaze elsewhere! Or she might be excited, it can be hard to tell sometimes, heh. Does this pretty distant relative of yours enjoy bigger girls? Because I think only one person here weighs more than Erysha does.”
Ralerys nodded as Chyrae spoke. “I remember being quite harsh and callous myself,” she said, a twinge of regret in her voice. “It’s nearly impossible not to be that way here. But look at us now, finding warmth and fulfillment in ways we never imagined. I’m glad to hear Skourna’s inner circle is as sweet as she is, too. That’s a rarity in this city.”
“It’s hard not to look! Color me impressed indeed,” Ralerys laughed and affectionately patted Chyrae’s gut. “It’s no wonder you spend most nights in an Archon’s bed. I’ve never seen someone look so positively cuddly.”
Aeril let out a coo of contentment as she relaxed and allowed Skourna to feed her. They fell into that lovely familiar rhythm of feasting, allowing themselves to be nearly hypnotized by the motions. Aeril soon found herself leaning against Skourna as she was fed, enjoying the simple yet intimate closeness as the party fell into deeper and deeper gluttony.
'You don't know the half of it.' Skourna smiled wistfully. 'I love being like this but sometimes I just wish I could see my toes and run around a training field.' She laughed. 'Weight away does nothing after a point when I'm pregnant!'
'We'll have to wait and see if she notices dear Lirith feeding Erysha. She seems a bit too engrossed with feeding herself.' Skourna teased. 'Oh Lirith definitely adores bigger girls, but sometimes she doesn't exclusively date them. But she's never had a girlfriend that stayed thin before.' Skourna mused. 'So she'll probably enjoy spending time with both of them.'
'It's how we survived.' Chyrae nodded in agreement. 'But now we don't have to.' She grinned. 'It certainly is a rarity but it works so wepl here. Skourna's building a place of love and respect of a kind I hope survives her. Not that I expect her to fall anytime soon.' She laughed. 'She's something else.'
Chyrae blushed. 'Thanks. I'm sure you'll have a chance to find out just how cuddly soon enough.' She gushed. 'After I've been properly fed.'
More food was brought out as entire dishes disappeared down everyone's throats. Before long they had eaten more food than 20 regular drukhari could manage, and yet more was being brought forth.
The winds of fate have drawn me back to RPing Yvraine at a strange time.
I currently do not possess the new codex, but I've recently learned from a friend that they have changed Yvraine's lore so that now she's actively trying to push the 'we all have to kill ourselves for Ynnead' angle.
I think we can all agree that's not the best choice for the lore.
Rather than complain about it, I prefer to tweak what currently exists in the lore to make small fixes.
SO
A good friend once said to me that codexes and their lore are like in universe propaganda about how each race sees themselves. I like to think in most cases this is true. If not it's how Imperial Scholars see something like the Tyranids who don't exactly write down their thoughts and feelings.
In the Aeldari case however, why would the Propaganda turn against Yvraine so quickly, before she was this upstart who promised to change so much for the Aeldari, now she's a madwoman trying to get everyone to drink the kool aid at once.
Boring answer, that's the wishful thinking of Imperial Scholars who wouldn't mind at all if the Aeldar just all died at once. It could also go a long way towards explaining Wraithbone's retcon too since, you know, those Mon'keigh don't even know how toasters work.
But it's not the most interesting perspective I came up with. Not by a lot.
Because who stands to gain the most if Yvraine falls?
Slaneesh.
But Slaneesh can't influence the Aeldar, they just eat them so that led me to none other than the big hat himself.
Asdrubael Vect. Lord of Commoragh.
According to the Lelith Hesperax book by Mike Brooks (an enjoyable read in my honest opinion), Vect tries to sabotage and suplant Lelith and her Wych Cult as the greatest of their kind by raising up a rival and trying to get her to topple Lelith. To make things worse it's Lelith's old girlfriend basically.
Spoiler free, Lelith and her now no longer ex both walk away and Vect is shamed. Lelith may now walk freely between Commoragh and the Ynnari.
But Vect does not take slights.
He's been bested and tested by Yvraine and her forces, both directly and indirectly.
Her following grows and that is a direct threat to his rule. Because no one who has been a direct threat to him has ever... EVER gotten away with it and lived.
Now the Ynnari have multiple times.
So what's one of the most influential Aeldari to have ever lived to do?
Simple.
Character assassination.
Yvraine is reeling from some defeats, she's probably trying to reasses and keep her armies moving, working towards their goals.
So while they're not visibly making any progress what better time to start whispering about her intentions.
What if, you bring up the old pre Ynnari rumours about plans to awaken Ynnead.
It all fits. And why's it in the Craftworld codex?
It isn't.
It's in the unified Aeldari codex.
It's got Drukhari, Craftworlders, Harlequins, Corsairs AND Ynnari.
His influence is right there in the page, the second most common faction by datasheet is Drukhari (I haven't counted but at worst 3rd. Harlequins do have a lot of characters).
Does this solve GW's bad writing?
No.
However if I can bring some light and a perspective that makes it more fun, then this was all worth it.
'No, no no. The other ancient Aeldari decor!' Skourna sighs in frustration at her servants... and slaves inability to comprehend her vision. 'The one that's nice, suggestive but not too gory. Not the one that's nice, gory but not too suggestive! It looks like we're trying to put on a Wych display!' She paused. 'And those days are passed.' She absently rubbed the swell of her pregnant belly, before prodding her hip, her finger sinking into the soft flesh. 'Long gone now.' She chortled.
Sylatha was coming to visit, with her entourage in tow. And she'd be here any minute. There was so much to do.
'There's no way you would ever clear her out of your woods. So it's for the best we make sure she comes home with us when we're done.' Skourna laughed.
Skourna for her part smiled and kissed Aeril on the neck. She loved how Aeril reacted whenever she touched her belly.
'Now that certainly wasn't the case last time I was pregnant. And I know for certain my appetite has not shrunk.' Skourna smirked. 'Turns out I'm just surrounded by gluttons. Funny how I'm one of the most moderate among them now.' Skourna eyed Sylatha fondly. 'She really has embraced gluttony to it's fullest.
Chyrae blushed. 'Well, that won't be long I'm sure. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow.' She winked as she and Ralerys helped themselves to the feast laid out before them with gusto.
'I'm glad to see that.' Chyrae smiled. 'I know there was some... bad blood between you for quite some time.' She said softly. 'Oh, I think I have. Funny, I used to love being thin.' She laughed. 'I'm tempted to slim down sometimes honestly. Just to be more mobile. Skourna's open to it but... well... I'd miss this too now I think.' She giggled.
Skourna let Aeril lead her into the feast. And feed her for some time. She was eating for two and needed quite a bit to satisfy herself. But once she was... suddenly it was Aeril's turn.
“Your motherly wisdom is right once again,” Aeril laughed with her. “We’ll have to keep a close eye on her in those woods!”
Aeril cooed at the kiss, nuzzling Skourna before kissing the side of her head in return.
“She certainly has. And helped others embrace it too!” Aeril’s gaze drifted from the gorging Sylatha to the nearby Erysha, who was happily chatting up a Black Hunt server as she stuffed her face.
“Then it looks like I’ll be hanging with you tonight and tomorrow,” Ralerys winked back before digging into the feast.
“Being Ynnari has helped put a lot of bad blood behind us,” Ralerys said with a calm smile. “That subtle empathic link to those around us tends to do things like that.”
“You know, I feel the same myself, believe it or not,” Ralerys patted her own stomach as she spoke. “I’ve slimmed down every now and then, but it just doesn’t ever last long. My appetite’s too big now, and… well, there is just something comfortable about being bigger. It’s cozy, in an odd sort of way.”
Aeril happily fed Skourna, making sure to affectionately wipe any frosting or grease from her lips with the tip of her thumb between bites. And when Skourna quickly decided it was her turn to feed Aeril, the Wych wasted no time in devouring all that Skourna presented to her.
'That we will.' Skourna chuckled. 'Someone's going to have to chase her down... and I'm not sure if you're up to that task anymore my love.' Skourna teased, playfully rubbing Aeril's belly.
'Sylatha certainly loves setting trends. The inner circle of your Cult is rounding out nicely aren't they?' She mused. 'Erysha seems to have a thing for that pretty little server, the one with the black hair and the pixie cut doesn't she?' She smiled. 'Trueborn, distantly, very distantly related to me. Enough to get a position of importance among the serving staff. No junior servants come here.' She mused. 'Her name is on the tip of my tongue... much like her treats are on Erysha's.'
'I couldn't ask for more!' Chyrae said, laughing as she did in fact ask for more food.
She nodded. 'I know. It's funny how subtle yet profound it is. Aside from Skourna and her inner circle everyone here is so harsh, callous even.' She mused.
'I k ow what you mean. Commoragh nights can be so cold. It's nice to have some protective blubber. Even if you spend almost every night in an Archon's bed.' She smiled and patted her big round gut. 'Still, I wanted to impress you so I've been trying to hold off on the weight away.' She giggled. 'Now look at me!'
By the time Skourna was finished, she looked visibly rounder, with her belly appearing almost full term in its girth. She had a remarkable appetite, since that was still quite some time away.
But she had plans to make sure Aeril surpassed her quite significantly before the nights end.
'No, no no. The other ancient Aeldari decor!' Skourna sighs in frustration at her servants... and slaves inability to comprehend her vision. 'The one that's nice, suggestive but not too gory. Not the one that's nice, gory but not too suggestive! It looks like we're trying to put on a Wych display!' She paused. 'And those days are passed.' She absently rubbed the swell of her pregnant belly, before prodding her hip, her finger sinking into the soft flesh. 'Long gone now.' She chortled.
Sylatha was coming to visit, with her entourage in tow. And she'd be here any minute. There was so much to do.
'There's no way you would ever clear her out of your woods. So it's for the best we make sure she comes home with us when we're done.' Skourna laughed.
Skourna for her part smiled and kissed Aeril on the neck. She loved how Aeril reacted whenever she touched her belly.
'Now that certainly wasn't the case last time I was pregnant. And I know for certain my appetite has not shrunk.' Skourna smirked. 'Turns out I'm just surrounded by gluttons. Funny how I'm one of the most moderate among them now.' Skourna eyed Sylatha fondly. 'She really has embraced gluttony to it's fullest.
Chyrae blushed. 'Well, that won't be long I'm sure. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow.' She winked as she and Ralerys helped themselves to the feast laid out before them with gusto.
'I'm glad to see that.' Chyrae smiled. 'I know there was some... bad blood between you for quite some time.' She said softly. 'Oh, I think I have. Funny, I used to love being thin.' She laughed. 'I'm tempted to slim down sometimes honestly. Just to be more mobile. Skourna's open to it but... well... I'd miss this too now I think.' She giggled.
Skourna let Aeril lead her into the feast. And feed her for some time. She was eating for two and needed quite a bit to satisfy herself. But once she was... suddenly it was Aeril's turn.
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