"Oi," the half-orc says, "You don't know the half of it. Coulda fooled me that wasn't the real queen bitch herself, she looked at you and you could feel it down in your soul. Eerie. Poor guy never had a chance, she just looked at him and..." she shrugs. "Pleasant way to go, I guess. I wonder if she kept 'im or if he's wandering around as some demon, yeah?" Her captors seemingly more interested in talking than eating- apart from a look from the pirate that Aiyaka can feel causes her to tense up with nerves- she seems all too willing to fill the air with more words. "Na, nah. Minotaur fucked 'er senseless and then ate her while she was recovering. Each time he did, she'd get a little more cow-ish, until I guess she's exactly what he wanted and he just stuck to the loud sex. I had to come across the hall in here to get any kinda sleep at all when those two were at it, hear? Just eating people," she shrugs, "That's fine. Don't seem to change for that. Get eaten by someone, maybe you're a little closer to them. Soul gets mixed around or something like that."<br/><br/><br/>Outside, not hearing the discussion, Lamya turns to the second part of her meal. She has to go feet first, because of the way the horns are pointing; trying to swallow him pointy end first would probably *work*, but it'd give the naga a sore throat for days even after he digested. With the minotaur wrapped up and unconscious, there's no rush; Lamya can take her time and enjoy having the massive side of beef sliding down her throat. With coils squeezing gently for more grip and from simple excitement, the poor man is beaten around a little but still doesn't react to the wet, hot mouth that had just taken his seed as it engulfs bare human feet, then calves, then thighs.... having already drank her fill, Lamya quickly gulps down his waistline and heads over his abs. He still tastes of sweat and frightening strength, making his conquest all the more satisfying for the naga- his muscles would soon be adding to her own, after all. He was definitely a predator as well, she can taste slight hints of past meals as her tongue coaxes flavor from each pore as she passes; soon, there's nothing left but his head outside the naga's body, and a few more swallows would brign that into her stomach along with the rest of him to start his digestion.