((As mentioned, sorry this took a little longer than I'd normally take! :3 Perhaps not as...detailed as if I felt a bit better. x3 Also, I'd actually rolled an intimidate check against the Dutchess (and had some rather saucy idea of how to get across that intimidation), but upon seeing Celrie's own attempt...I won't even post my results. x3 Doesn't feel fitting following up THAT particular performance with growling and making a scene.<br/><br/>So, I'll simply rely on Celrie's own attempt to keep Arcea un-slandered as my...well, future defense against such things in this case. ))<br/><br/><br/>Even with the biting chill of the air around her, even with the arm aching from absorbing such a blow upon her shield, even with her adrenaline-fueled high finally abating, leaving her exhausted and drained...there was no better spice than winning, and as much as her body protested at being left to the elements and physically abused, the barbarian catgirl could not have cared less, the discomfort a tiny tingle in the back of her head when compared to the overwhelming delight of having such a lively racooness slowly inching her way down her throat. The prospect of having a squirming stomach filled with prey - especially one so deliciously proportioned - made the process all the more enjoyable - after all, everything that passed along her tongue would end up squeezed into the hot, tight confines of her belly, hers to digest over the course of a day or two...<br/><br/>....And the raccooness did have PLENTY of allure to her. Arcea was neither old enough, nor in the front lines of combat enough, to have experienced the delight of devouring another more than a couple of dozen times (a number clearly show by the small notches cut into the pommel of her weapon), but she loved it, reveled in the sensations, the soft cries and gasps of her food, the way they twitches and jerked on their way down, how they squirmed as her stomach slowly set about the task of converting them from a living, breathing creature into a soupy mush that would be oh-so-much easier for her body to absorb. As much as she wanted to SAY it was simply a warrior's pride that made her enjoy it so much, she knew it was a lie. There was an almost...sexual appeal to it, in a way. I made her feel INCREDIBLE, made her stomach so wondrously full, and there was the devious, dominating aspect of converting what had once been an enemy (...Or innocent...) into food for her body, something to be processed like any other that sent a chill dancing throughout her body every time she thought about it.<br/><br/>It SHOULD have been a reward, a point of pride....<br/><br/>...But Ooohhhh, it was SOOOOO much more than that!<br/><br/>As more and more of Julie-Ann's body disappeared between her jaws, Arcea felt her body heating up at the sensation, the muffled cries, the squirms...<br/><br/><br/>It didn't help that the raccooness was so well-proportioned. It never ceased to amuse her when she felt the more sensitive areas of her prey - be it male or female - sliding along her tongue, how they jerked and moaned at the sensation, the distraction.<br/><br/>With a groan nearly completely muffled by the Racooness' head and shoulders, Arcea shivered as the  doomed girl's sizable chest squeezing into the heated confines of her throat, forcing the two fur-covered orbs to not only squish in tightly against her saliva-coated chest, but also against each other as the powerful muscles of the catgirl's esophagus rippled around her, squeezing out every spare inch of space from the crowded depths of the catgirl's body. Ugh, the flavor, the sensation, the softness...heavenly. In a more private setting, she might have further explored the tantalizing curvature of the raccooness' body, but with so many eyes upon her - and her stomach rumbling excitedly at the delectable food headed it's way - it took every ounce of her willpower to slow down and savor her food at all, rather than just gulp her down with gusto.<br/><br/>Thankfully, it doesn't take too long for Celrie to step in to the equation.<br/><br/>The sensation of Celrie's arms wrapping around her from behind might as well have been the dessert to the doomed Julie-Ann's main course. Even at such close proximity, the muffled sigh of satisfaction that escaped the catgirl's throat at Celrie's embrace was hard to hear, but the way her body settled in against Celrie's own, the way her tail - once flicking excitedly - half-curled around the elf's waist was enough to convey the message. In that moment, Arcea could not have been happier - delicious prey well on it's way to being her food, and the elf's comforting presence settled in behind her, urging her to enjoy herself, to taste every inch, to sample the delights of her food before it passed too far to taste...<br/><br/>Leaning her head back a little, Arcea further nuzzles her way into the elf's embrace, her slightly-backwards-tilted head giving the rather interesting view of the tightly (likely uncomfortably so) compressed cooness' breasts bulging out the frontside of her neck for just a few brief seconds...before a final swallow sends them down behind Arcea's own armed chest, those lovely orbs once more hidden from view by layers of flesh, fur, and muscle.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"> Mmmmm....Gluk!! </span></span><br/><br/>Again, a muffled groan of predatory bliss rises in Arcea's chest as she swallowed, her eyes fluttering at the sensation of the cooness' center of gravity shifting as her waist began to slide between her jaws. Mmm...all hers. Everything Julie-Ann had ever done in her life, every meal she'd eaten (be it normal, cooked food or the more delightful fare of unfortunate people she'd robbed), every time she'd trimmed her hair, combed her fur, bathed....it'd all led her up to becoming a meal for Arcea, and the more the catgirl thought about it, the more if made her body temperature rise as the devious, dominating end of the raccooness' existance. Mere food, doomed to a slow digestion until her body gave in, then...well, then, Arcea's digestive track would take everything from her. What little it didn't want...well...<br/><br/>Mmm...even that was delightful. Her enemies, turned to...THAT.<br/><br/><br/>The polar opposite to the almost sexual delight Arcea experienced at her fate, Julie-Ann's ride is far less enjoyable. Admittedly, the catgirl's tongue felt...amazing. There was simply no other word for it. Small and deft and dexterous, the way that little, slick muscle swirled along the underside of her neck, toyed with her breasts and teased her nipples as they passed the hungry catgirl's jaws, and even now settled into teasing flicker across the fur of her bare belly, delving down far enough to light caress her skin hidden away beneath, was...distracting. Had it not been for the imminent digestion she faced inside the catgirl's stomach, the sensation of that tongue would have been overwhelming, possibly to the point of incapacitating her in an entirely different and FAR more pleasant way.<br/><br/>Alas, as utterly mind-blowing as that tongue was, the distraction it provided could not quite take the cooness' mind away from the torrent of other sensations that constantly assaulted her body. All around her, the slick sounds of wet flesh upon her fur assaults her ears. The faint 'Gluk' and 'Slrrps' that Celrie could only just hear were amplified for the unfortunate coon girl, every ripple of the soft, saliva-coated walls of the catgirl's esophagus bringing with them another new sound, another soft 'squelch' of her body sliding deeper towards it's final destination - the eagerly-growling pit of the catgirl's stomach just below.<br/><br/>Worse than the sounds of the catgirl's excitedly beating heart and the sounds of her throat steadily forcing her deeper, though, was the sheer tightness of Arcea's body, the way the catgirl's esophagus squeezed against every nook, every cranny, of her OWN body. The catgirl was only JUST larger than Julie-Ann herself, and it showed - whilst her throat muscles were not just overwhelmingly strong, the simple lack of room, the way every movement, every jerk forced her to contend not only with the catgirl's throat muscles, but also the simple lack of space in the slippery environment, was unpleasant in and of itself. There simply was no ROOM.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, Julie-Ann had not quite experienced the worst, and it's not until she felt the tip of her nose press up against a tight little ring of muscle that she knew she'd reached her destination - Arcea's stomach. As eager as her belly was growling, it seemed rather unwilling to allow her entry, and it's only as more and more of her own weight is forced atop her that her nose finally begins to press through the tight little ring of muscle that led into the catgirl's belly. Immediately, the faint, slightly 'sweet' scent of the petal-water she'd been drinking not a half hour before assaults her senses, mingling with the faintly acidic scent of Arcea's stomach already eagerly at work, ready to break down the still-living meal that was unfortunate enough to be squeezing inside.<br/><br/>The tight little sphincter of muscle that led into her belly Irised open around Julie-Ann's muzzle, clenching down tight as a vice. Little by little, that 'ring' works it's way upwards, along her face, squeezing down around her throat. All the while, the cooness' nose is pressed against the frontside of Arcea's furry belly, the faint bulge her head made somewhat visible from the outside, a few faint contours of her features just able to be made out...<br/><br/>...But it stops there. All around her head, Julie-Ann felt the hot, slippery walls of the catgirl's stomach squeezing in around her, so insanely snug, so tight...as if the stomach would simply stretch no further, perfectly full with just her head nestled away, and so, so very much more to go. Maybe...just maybe....Arcea couldn't manage her? After all, the catgirl was about her own size, maybe she lacked the experience, or simply the capacity to--<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Mmmm...slrrrp....GLUK! </span><br/><br/>In a sudden, powerful ripple, Julie-Ann felt the catgirl's throat muscles flex, jerking her body downwards a few more inches. It was just enough to feel her shoulders starting to squeezing into the humid, hostile environ along with her, and enough to dash her hopes as she felt the stomach - still tightly squeezed around her - starting to stretch JUST enough to allow a little more of her in...<br/><br/>..A little more...<br/><br/>...and a little MORE....<br/><br/>It seemed as though the catgirl's belly had no intention of making her first and last experience with digestion a roomy and comfortable one, as the fleshy folds cling tightly to the raccoon girl's face, her shoulders, her breasts, as more and more of her slips inside.<br/><br/><br/>Uncaring for the coon-woman's discomfort, Arcea leans back more fully into Celrie's arms, a faint shiver coursing through her body as she felt the elf's fingertips stroking tenderly across the slight-but-ever-growing contours of the cooness' form, rubbing her tummy even as more and more of her food settled within. It felt incredible. The softness of Celrie's body pressing up against her back, those wondrous fingertips stroking her belly, Julie-Ann's cursing and shouting and figeting and squirming filling her with so much devious pleasure....Oooh, how much she loved it. Mmm, there was nothing like a good tummy rub, and though she'd likely not admit it in public ( she did, after all, have a reputation to upkeep), it felt lovely.<br/><br/>Every teasing word whispered into her ear, every taunt, every tease, even the little jab about how the cooness' fate would be getting far more intimate with her backside...oooohh, it made her blood boil! It wouldn't be so bad to settle back in on the train somewhere comfy with Celrie, maybe coax the elf's head between her thighs, let her taunt the cooness as she slowly digested, all while tending to the pent-up lust Arcea could feel building within her...Mmmmffff....<br/><br/>Whatever further devious thoughts she might have had, however, are brought to an abrupt halt when the duchess makes her appearance. With a shapely cooness rump, tail, and legs still sticking from her mouth, there was hardly a way for her to directly respond to the duchess, and the more she spoke about her 'barbarianism', her wild ways, the more she felt her blood boil for an entirely different reason.<br/><br/>It's not until the duchess mentions 'Her betters' though, that Arcea nearly loses it. Celrie can all too easily feel catgirl's body tense against her, and the sudden, murderous look in the feline's bright, beautiful eyes spoke the whole story - it would not be too far fetched for the catgirl to help herself to a second helping in the form of a duchess, squeezing in right alongside the doomed raccoon of whom she spoke. Thankfully, with her mouth full, Arcea can neither grab the duchess and start devouring her too, nor can she utter the biting comments that quickly welled up in her throat.<br/><br/>Thankfully, it only took a split second for Celrie to come to her rescue, assuring the duchess that her methods were...'the best ones available'. It took little to calm the duchess, and she even went so far as to ALMOST apologize...<br/><br/>That....that was something.<br/><br/>When Alexis entered her own statement, actually sorta-praising her for the job she'd done during the brief fight, Arcea felt her heart swell just a little bit. As much as she disliked the bratty wolfess, coming to her defense....well, it certainly made her a little more appealing in her eyes. Maybe, somewhere under all that uselessness and brattiness, there was a likable person after all. Hrm...something she'd have to think on later.<br/><br/>For now, she had her dinner to finish.<br/><br/>With Julie-Ann hung in limbo during the brief conversation (and Arcea's air supply finally starting to run out), the pressing need to finish her meal arose. Turning away from the duchess and Alexis, Arcea finds herself again facing Maribel and Deliah, only just now noticing Maribel's fingers tucked away beneath the hem of her dress. Even though Julie-Ann was one of her cousins...she was 'getting off' on the sight of watching her be devoured? It was...a surprisingly fun thought. As much as she expected Celrie's own attention to her predatory inclinations was a high spot for Maribel, the thought she might, on some level, actually ENJOY watching her own kin vanish inside a hungry belly...was exciting.<br/><br/>Rather than turning away again so the duo didn't have to watch...Arcea readjusted her grip upon Julie-Ann's thighs, spreading them just enough for Maribel to see the coon girl's nethers...and the soft, darting tongue that so eagerly flickered across, lightly caressing the tender, sensitive folds that made Julie-Ann's body jerk and flinch with every motion. It was a showing, and a purposeful one, and - eyes still upon the excited cooness, Arcea makes one last long, lavish lick across the saliva-moistened folds of Julie-Ann's sex, before - with a rough slap to her tensed ass-cheeks that left her fingers tightly gripping those furred mounds - Arcea tilted her head straight back...and swallowed.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Gluuuuukkkkk...! </span><br/><br/><br/>The faint outline of the cooness' waistline in her throat gives way to the enticing sight of her hips as Arcea swallows again, Julie-Ann's thighs rapidly dissappearing between the catgirl's open jaws. Mmmf, her hips were a little difficult to get down, but uuugggggh, the flavor, the taste of her sex upon her tongue, the trashing legs, trying to inflict a last injury, a last...ANYTHING...<br/><br/>It was perfect.<br/><br/>Inch by inch, Julie-Ann's legs disappear from the world, and within a matter of seconds, only her feet remain. With one last lick across those furry digits, Arcea places her fingertip upon each, pushing one, then the other, between her jaws as one might a decadent piece of chocolate, savoring every last moment, every last taste....<br/><br/>*SNAP!*<br/><br/>With a clack of teeth, her jaws snap shut, and - head still tilted back - Arcea swallows one final time. The vague lump of Julie-Ann's feet disappear down her throat, slowly sinking past the upper edges of her armor - and as soon as those feet pass her collarbone, a pleasure-filled moan of delight escapes Arcea's throat 'Oooohhhmmmmm....MMmmffff....delicious...' Her words, though whispered, were all to easy to make out for both Celrie, Alexis, and the coon girls.<br/><br/>Little by little, the bulge in Arcea's belly grows, the faint outlines of her prey showing the rather akward position she'd found herself in. As unpleasant as the inside of  a stomach could be, had Julie-ann's head slipped upwards along the front of Arcea's stomach, she could have at least settled into a mostly up-right position, with her knees squeezed against her chest and hunched over, but at least manageable. Unfortunately, due to either awkward positioning or just bad luck, the bulge of her head slips the OTHER way, craning her neck and forcing her chest and belly against the frontside of Arcea's stomach. It made...a rather interesting view, the faint outline of her breasts visible towards the bottom of Arcea's belly, the curvature of her middle pressed against the very front,and her legs obviously craned over her back, squeezing her into a little, unpleasant ball that would no doubt cause many a cramp long before digestion settled in.<br/><br/>Patting her stomach, Arcea heaves a happy sigh "Mm. Much better. Was hungry. I have to say, Maribel and Deliah...your cousin was grown right. Meaty in all the right places...Ah, if you...don't...mind my saying. What with...well, her being related and all." They'd given her up as food, but...well, there was no sense in stepping on TOO many feelings. Not when she felt so pleasantly full, so satiated...<br/><br/>"AND YOU, Julie....have a long day of digestion ahead of you. Mmm, and I look forward to it. Comfy...? No...? Mm, don't care...what you get for shootin' Maribel..."