<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/afRPyAC.jpg?1)</div><strong>Princess Harriet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14440794#msg14440794)</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 40/47, AC/TAC/FFAC: 20/11/19, CMD: 24, Active spells: N/A, Postcounter: 48<br/>Languages: Common, Abyssal<br/>3 Int Damage<br/>Touch of Corruption (7/7)<br/><br/>Spells:<br/>1st - Litany of Sloth (exchangeable), Litany of Weakness (exchangeable), <em>empty</em><br/>2nd - Invisibility (exchangeable)<br/><br/>SLAs:<br/>Command, Charm Person, Summon Monster IV (perm duration)<br/><br/><br/>EEEEEEEEER - WAIT<br/><br/>Her ability to smite good, to summon fiends, to inflict cruelties upon herself an others are sealed away. </div></div><br/><strong>Location</strong>Maldur Countryside, farmhouse<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Fairy, KOd Guards<br/><br/>Princess Harriet watched the little thing in her hands with a raised eyebrow. The Morwel bits were interesting, although a bit abstract. Princess Harriet had never been big on theology or cosmology or whatever the pompous people called it honestly, so maybe it all flew over her head. The fogginess that Lady Estrada had put in her mind didn't help, even if it had gotten a bit better.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh, my small, delicate, delicious looking little thing. Others <em>do</em> make choices for me. And I <span class="bbc_u"><em>hate</em></span> it with a burning passion that makes my blood boil and my hunger churn."</strong>The cheery smile was gone, replaced by a porcelain mask of frozen rage, one that loomed over the fairy the same way a boot loomed over an ant not long for this world. But Harriet pulled back, relaxing and smiling and regaining her composure.<strong>"But I get stronger. That anger, hunger, it all motivates me. To overcome those that would control me and to be more me than I would ever be on my own."</strong><br/><br/>The Princess leaned back. There was no worthwhile beds here, not that she had been expecting a nice four-poster spread or anything, so she moved back to the main room. The bundles of supplies she put blocking the door, with all weapons but the hammer buried underneath. She unshackled the manacles on one of the guards so as to fully bind the other's arms around the sturdiest support beam she could find, followed by fetters binding his legs. The now-unbound guard, the more handsome of the two, did not stay unbound for long as more shackles came out to bind his arms behind his back where he laid on the floor.<br/><br/>That done, she turned her attention back to the fairy, who was busy singing her song. Princess Harriet had been tuning her out but by gods was she annoying. Her own sharp words punched through the music, helped by the fact that the fairy was very close to Harriet's face as she spoke.<strong>"PB. You said I would have to shrink down, or use lots of lube, but... why is that?"</strong>Princess Harriet smirked as she brought PB closer to her face.<strong>"Is it because you're afraid you might break? That I might break you?"</strong><br/><br/>The tip of a tongue darted out of her mouth to encircle her lips, wetting them.<strong>"Because I've been thinking of doing that since you showed up. Maybe not in that way, but I've never chewed someone to death. Tasted the blood of the dead and dying, sure, but never with the crunch of bone and the feel of their beating heart on my tongue. It crossed my mind, you see, when you first appeared."</strong>There was no need to lie, because it was the truth. PB was tiny, Harriet was hungry, that almost made PB the perfect snack.<strong>"But I have to admit, even without the pose, you're cute, good looking, sexy. And I don't know if I want to break a cute toy - not like that."</strong>With a smile, Harriet brought PB even closer, to her lips that opened wide enough to engulf the little fey. But instead of a bite, Princess Harriet's tongue ensnared a foot and traced its way up the outside of PB's leg, reaching her hip and the rope before sliding forward, tongue-tip pressing in against the sensitive skin between thigh and groin before retreating back into Harriet's mouth.<br/><br/>Just like that, Princess Harriet was smiling, the now-tasted PB back a little further for conversing.<strong>"Delicious, too! But that doesn't help me decide if I want to eat you or keep you. So, with that in mind, might I point out that your yammering and obnoxious singing only sways me towards your edibility, and to try a sample of a leg, or perhaps a wing? And that, if you are interested in your continued survival and remaining intact, you may wish to consider shutting the fuck up, lest I turn you into a goddamned cupcake?"</strong><br/><br/>Princess Harriet blinked, twice. Pointedly. After a moment she extrapolated.<strong>"And I mean that quite literally, because blood is a substitute for eggs. So. Are you going to be quiet, answer my questions, and let me work, or are you going to be the first in a long line of experiments in just how filling a fairy is?"</strong>