Deluna

They say there are certain noises that a well trained ear can pick up on even at great distances. Particularly on a quiet and peaceful day such as the partly cloudy one the dragon was currently experiencing. Having woken from her weeks long slumber in a suitable mountain cave, she was flying down along the slopes and simply basking in the breeze on her scales and the wind in her wings, nary a sound made as she passed. That was when she heard that sound. It was like a rabbit almost, a rabbit screaming as it was seized in the talons of an eagle, but not quite. More... distinct somehow. And there were several. A thought began to form in the dragon's head as she listened more closely to where the sound came from, and the thought began to take a shape that the dragon did not like. Swooping down on leathery black wings the dragon flew close to the outskirts of a remote village she thought it had come from, concealed from the world by outcroppings of stone. Listening one last time as she flew low along the treetops she growled low as she recognized that sound. The screams of children.

She'd set down a little ways away in some trees, and then magic would shimmer through her form as her proud draconic body would seemingly cave in on itself with a breif outburst of golden light. Her shape would twist and bend, shrinking in many places and settling into the upright form she usually wore. The pair of forward pointing horns her draconic form usually wore instead protruded from a head of raven black hair, cut short just at the shoulders and with some slightly messy bangs settling just above her striking golden eyes, still slitted like those of a dragon. Her scales receeded mostly from her skin, save for some patches of shimmering black along her neck, on the backs of her forearms and along the outside of her legs. The rest of her would be covered by her familiar silken black form fitting sleeveless dress, open at the sides to allow for a free range of movement and bordered in gold. Similarly her golden armbands that she wore in her dragon form had settled into a suitable size just above her elbows, and her clawed talons settled rather into the shape of a simple pair of ladylike hands, clothed in tough leather gloves and plated a little with some of her own fallen off scales for a little extra protection, and of course a bit more hurt for her punches. Greco roman style strapped sandals would appear on her feet as she settled into her form in it's completion, wrapping her feet and calves up to the knee, and like her dress were black and bordered in gold. A hand would lightly brush some of the hair on the sides of her head and run a finger along her pointed elven-style ears, the now Demi-Dragon getting used to the sensation of having them again before doing a few stretches and setting off towards that village.

As she walked out from among the trees the largely unwary villagers, thankfully not having noticed her soaring overhead earlier, regarded her with a little shock and concern. Certainly her draconic features tended to be a little offputting to humans, particularly ones as insulated as the ones here, but it certainly didn't help that she towered over most of them at 6'9" (205.7cm). That said, despite the sounds she'd heard earlier they didn't seem to concerned by her presence. Either they hid it well, or the ones out here were simply oblivious to those familiar sounds. With that in mind, the most distinctive feature of the village came into view, a squeaky old windmill, ancient and in disrepair it's metal joints screamed against one another periodically in a manner like nails on a chalkboard. Yet still, even among the screech of metal there were still those faint cries. Her eyes peered about the town, noticing some small farms, little shops, a well, the windmill, a tavern, a few homes, and what was likely the village cheif's home. There was of course in front of that, what looked to be a scaffold being built as a man was held nearby in a cage, looking with very reasonable concern as some angry looking villagers worked on a noose. Probably a theif of some kind. She'd take note of him for later, not too much later mind, but first the tavern. Her eyes fell on the theif one more time on the way past, noting the scent on him. The scent of apples, almost. Apples and... something else she couldn't put her talon, er- finger on.

Largely she was given a wide berth by the villagers. Even if the silence was punctuated with the usual stern looks that told her they'd definitely give her what for after the first, much braver dozen people she got tired beating on if the demi dragon were to cause trouble of some kind. There was of course the village friar to deal with too, gripping a holy book and looking at her sternly until the demi dragon would soothe him by demonstrating a light puff of her acid breath, just to assure him she's a dragon not a demon. Humans always seemed to have trouble figuring out simple things like that.

Of course, with the welcoming comittee out of the way she'd make her way into the tavern, noticing at once the familiar smell of apples. She'd noticed an apple orchard near one of the farms too, earlier. Stepping up to the counter, she'd plop down a gold coin and ask for whatever drink they had, and the tavernkeep would bite the coin, peering at it with both suspicion and greed before returning swiftly with one of the few clean glasses in the grubby establishment and his best bottle of... apple cider. He'd pour her a tall glass of it and smile. "Those with gold are always welcome here miss. Not at all like that dirty theif outside. Took one o me best bottles out the back he did, and nary a coin on him. Well the hangman will take his due and that's for sure, that's how we handle theives around these parts." he said, with that welcoming and neighborly expression all shopkeepers had mastered in the presence of someone who had paid in gold and still had a pouch filled with coins that were not yet the shopkeep's. "Ah, right. Forgettin' my manners. With gold like that you must be an important lady where you're from miss, t'wouldn't do at all. This is Othar's Cidermill, of the village Othar's Pass. An I'm Othar, village cheif and owner of this fine establishment. Do feel free to spend as much as you like here, we'll never complain about that you can be sure. Enjoying your cider, miss....?" he rambled on, drawing a smile from the dragon. Even if self serving, nothing was wrong with a friendly face.

She'd take a long sip of her drink, eyebrows raising as she regarded it. She'd had pumpkin cider long ago, but this toppped it easily. Apple Cider hm? Well who ever said humans aren't good for anything. "Yes I am. It's pretty good. Get me the bottle." the dragon responded, almost forgetting his unspoken question. "Ah, and you can call me Deluna." she'd note in passing, noting as the shopkeep paused in his step for a moment after hearing it, if only for a fraction of a second. He turned a gaze back on her and peered at her for a moment, giving her a long look as if he knew her name from somewhere, but couldn't quite place it. "Deloona hm? Kind of an outlandish name isn't it?" he responded, to be met with a steady golden eyed gaze from the dragon. "Well certainly it's a nickname, the full thing is in draconic, after all. I'm hardly going to have been named in common. And did you have that bottle or shall I take my gold elsewhere?" she inquired impatiently, causing the tavern keep to nearly fall over himself in his haste to get the bottle, struck down to his very soul by the most feared words of shopkeeps everywhere. Take her gold elsehwere indeed, that sort of thing could give him nightmares.

The bottle would be set down gently on the counter and the two gold coins proffered quickly plucked from the counter and just as quickly tucked away someplace as Othar peered at the other patrons with suspicious eyes. He knew not a one of them had seen a single gold piece in their lives until today, that sort of thing gets attention, and not the kind he neccecarily liked either. The dragon meanwhile downed the remained in her glass before uncorking the bottle and having another swig from it directly, observing Othar as he tucked the gold away and noticing as he bent over a fine etched tin of some kind protruding from his back pocket. A whiff of something caught her nose as it cracked open for just a moment, and though she kept her poker face, she knew that smell. It was the second smell on the theif, and of course then there was the tin itself. Any dragon worth her scales could tell the scent of silver. And the tin was definitely new looking. Hardly the sort of thing one could afford up here in the mountains, let alone with that tobacco inside which she knew wasn't grown here or anywhere for a great distance. Getting up from her seat with her bottle, she'd wave as she strode off out the door and take another swig of the cider. It was time to speak with the theif.

Of course that matter would be difficult, what with the angry villagers watching him at every moment. She wondered why they didn't simply use one of the branches at the apple trees to hang him, but then noticed a broken branch on one of the more sturdy looking ones, and what seemed to be mild rope burn on the theif's neck. The theif caught her gaze for a moment and went wide eyed, flushing just a little bit. Deluna couldn't help but imagine he noticed she'd caught that he'd snapped the branch. Not that dragons were exactly light, or he looked particularly thick, but perhaps he was embarrased of his weight. The breif light in his gaze soon dimmed as he turned his gaze back to the scaffold, a poorly built construction by all counts, and made by several tough looking mountain men whom nevertheless seemed to be doing a bad job of it and arguing the whole time about whose fault it was. Her eyes caught a small stone at her feet, and checking to see if anyone was watching her, she'd then take a swig of her cider and 'accidentally' kick the stone. It flew like an arrow across the feild as she'd carefully wink at the theif, striking a board on the scaffold and knocking it out, causing the whole thing to then give way beneath the building men and collapse into a heap of snapped lumber and discarded nails. No sooner did the villagers rush to see if the architects of that disaster were ok than several of them were called to pull them apart as they broke into a fight. The dragon found a quiet place to sit as she'd drink her cider and watched as they agreed to try again in the morning, this time with the town carpenter's help who had been working at a barn that day.

As the light dimmed and night came the dragon waited patiently for the villagers to go home until at last just one remained, one of the mountain men who the rest had decided was to blame for the mishap and was posted to watch the theif as punishment. The tough looking stocky working man was grumbling to himself about his poor luck and eyeing the theif with the look of a man who would like someone to take out his frustration on. The theif meanwhile kept stealing glances at where he knew the dragon was, someplace in the shadows, until he saw just an empty bottle left in the grass. His only glimmer of hope leaving him, he'd settle down in his cage to try and steal what he could of rest. At least then he thought to himself, he'd have actually stolen something.

As he shut his eyes, he felt the ground shake a little bit. The guard, who had snuck out a little bottle of cider of his own and had just uncorked it, slowly corked it again, making uncomfortable eye contact with the theif before plucking a board with a nail in it from the pile of broken lumber that had been the scaffold. Swallowing nervously, he'd round the corner around the mayor's house before blanching and stumbling back towards the theif's cage. Watching from within the thick metal bars the theif would go wide eyed and freeze as the massive head of a dragon poked out around the corner, it's toothy maw wide agape and tongue draped over the bottommost row of those dagger-sharp looking teeth. The guard posted to watch him, to his credit, at least didn't soil himself. The cider bottle fell from his grasp to settle in the grass with a 'ploonk'' before a light puff of greenish smoke emanated from the dragon's maw and caused not only the wooden board to come apart in his hands but the clothes he wore to almost melt off. Even the theif could feel a bit of a tingle in addition to the one he already had, his brown forester's robes coming apart in places and the metal of his cage beginning to sag. And then after that long moment of staring into the gaping flesh of that maw, and along that long draconic tongue, the dragon's jaws would slip forward and clap over the guard with a very slight, quiet click of teeth. Barely heard cries of protest coming from within her maw as her tongue slid over the bare skin of the human, tasting him for a little bit as Deluna's eyes kept locked on the theif's. And then, then she swallowed.

His eyes, those of the theif, travelled along down with that bulge sliding down her throat beneath those scales as the dragon stepped out around the corner and at last settled on her stomach for a long while. Golden light shone from her form a moment after and her shape turned into that of the woman he'd seen watching him earlier, taking form just before her hand snatched up the cider bottle she'd carefully avoided crushing earlier. Despite the size of the man she'd swallowed, she wore nothing more than a slight potbelly as a result, though the theif could swear he saw a faceprint or a handprint occasionally. Red faced with blush and wide eyed with terror he regarded the draconic woman in silence for a moment, noting her smirk as she saw his eyes watching her stomach. So rapt was his attention he barely noticed she'd easily pulled the corroded bars off the cage and tossed them aside, leaving him just sitting on the metal disc that had been it's floor in front of her.

After a moment of continued silence she'd let out a light chuckle as she'd swig her aquired cider, giving her tummy a light pat. "I did have a couple questions for you, but I am kind of impressed as an aside. Most people would either have screamed or run away by now. At least begged or something. On top of that you don't even look all that afraid, like you'd seen this before." she commented, observing him. Self conciously pulling his now tattered and corroded robe about him he'd stand up and clear his throat. "Er... well..." he began. "I can safely admit fear is present. Oh yes. But on the other hand, well. I can't lie. Seeing you gape like that and then swallow that guy, then to take such an attractive form and even wash him down with his own cider. Well, that's well, I mean, it's a little hot." the theif said, avoiding eye contact as he pressed his fingers together. The dragon's brows raised, deluna actually surprised at seeing that kind of responce from someone. This was definitely new. "Well I imagine it is." she responded, striding up a little closer. She'd place a hand on the back of his head and moosh his face against her stomach, letting him listen to the sounds within. "Hot and humid, I'd wager. Very tight now too, slick flesh pressing in all about and such as he's made from something like this..." she'd comment, prodding his forehead as she'd turn his face to look at her, then taking his hand and placing it on her backside, tailtip swaying just a tad behind her in contentment. "Into something like this." the dragon teased, observing the flabberghasted human with great mirth.

Releasing him, she'd clap her hands together after discarding the now vacant cider bottle. He eyed it and remembered the light sounds of sloshing he'd heard from her middle. They'd both clear their throats a moment before she'd comment further "Well now. If you enjoy that sort of thing then do tell me, person whom I expect is not actually a theif, where are the kids I heard and who is behind it, the sounds of fear and pain they are making?" The theif flushed a little bit at the thought of watching her further, but the mention of the kids brought a serious look to his face. "They're all in on it." he responded, looking her dead in the eyes. "Those kids are kidnap victims, I'm a bounty hunter here to find the people responsible, but I got caught." he admitted, embarrased "Those kids... this is where they get taken before Othar markets them off to the worst sort of people. Slavers looking for cheap labor, others looking for...." he begins, frowning. "...Companionship." he finishes, drawing a look of disgust from the dragon. "I failed to get them out the two previous stops. Most of them had already been sold by now, I just wasn't there fast enough. At this point it's not just about the fat purse of gold on Othar's head either. That shit's not ok." he went on, drawing a nod from the dragon. "Where are they?" asked Deluna, before he pointed at the windmill. "Just below."

Hurrying over, Deluna threw subtlety to the wind. She ripped the door off it's frame and tossed it aside before heading in, soon met with a now roused guard who had been sleeping. The thug took a swing at her with a club, which she'd smash with a side swipe of her fist before nailing him with a vicious headbutt and tossing him through the windmill's window with a loud crash. She'd shift the box he was sitting on and rip the lock off the metal trapdoor, looking in and seeing all the kids packed together down there, some covered in whip marks or worse. She'd look them over before noticing how thin they were too. One or two even on the verge of starvation. Deluna gritted her teeth, and then noticed the remainder of the guard's dinner set aside. It was cold probably, but it was something. She handed it to her new aquaintance before nudging him to take a ladder and get down there. "Things are about to get ugly, get down there and keep them safe." she commanded before walking out. There wasn't much there for the dinner plate, but the kids were happy to have something at least, and the bounty hunter closed the door above them. He had a feeling it'd be a good idea.

Not a moment too soon either, as an earthshaking boom followed by a loud roar echoed through the village as Deluna took her full fledged dragon form once again and her claws tore through Othar's home. Villagers ran outside to see what had happened and either grabbed weapons or tried to run. Neither did any good. Earthshaking booms echoed in the chamber beneath the windmill as the kids huddled together quietly, buildings above being rent by claw and dragon's breath until the destruction slowed down a little while later. Othar huddled beneath his table in the rubble of his house with a plate of roast chicken. Several chickens by the looks of things. He held his breath and hoped that whatever was happening it would go happen someplace else. Of course, his hopes were in vain. The worst part though was the sounds after the wreckage. The running, screaming, the clicks of what othar really hoped was not teeth and the subsequent glk's that would assure him that it indeed had been just that. His hand felt around in his pocket and he remembered the dragon looking woman earlier. He'd heard the big ones sometimes hid among their half blood kin, but never imagined this. It was probably after it's gold, the dragons were awfully greedy according to the stories. ...Maybe if he left the gold, maybe if he begged, offered the cider he kept in the basement he really wished he was hiding in right now...

The dragon tapped at her swollen gut with a claw as she looked at one of the last villagers, a very concerned looking thug armed with nothing but... a whip. She smelled the air, noticed the blood along it's length, remembering the wounds on the kids. Leaning down towards him she took a deep breath and then exhaled until not only the acid melted his clothes and weapon, but his flesh and even bones, leaving a sizzling puddle behind in it's wake. Her gaze then fell back upon Othar's house, a quick sniff picking up the familiar scent of roasted chicken. She'd overturn some of the rubble with a claw, uncovering the cowering Othar and an unconcious guard near him. She'd lock eyes with othar and snap up the guard, tossing him up in the air and then catching him in her jaws before swallowing and angling her throat so Othar could watch his man slide down her throat and hearing with satisfaction as he made a gulp of his own. He peered hatefully at her, throwing the three gold pieces at her from his place in the rubble. "Take it, you big greedy monster! I should have known you'd come back for that but I'd have never expected you to eat the whole village too. Good people lived here, good people I tell you, they didn't deserve this!" he shouted as she peered down at him in disgust. "Oh? Evil am I? Spoken by one running a village living funded by the suffering of children?" the dragon spoke in responce. "You eat people, what do you care about kids? They're probably dessert! I took those worthless little peons and gave them purpose in their rotten little lives. They should be grateful, GRATEFUL!" he yelled, hysterical as the dragon snarled at him and then struck the floorboard beneath him with a claw, flinging him up into the air, screaming. A puff of breath rid him of his clothes, and probably his eyebrows, before he was caught in her mouth, savoured and licked at for a little while before she swallowed him down.

Turning her gaze around the village, she noted with satisfaction the total destruction of all the dwellings, and turned her attention to carefully ripping open the floor of Othar's house, exposing the basement beneath like she had with the other homes. Instead she found quite a lot of cider, and some coin atop that. She covered it back up to be collected later before she'd shift back to her humanoid shape and take the plate of chicken from the ground, noting with satisfaction it was still warm.

Deluna with the help of the bounty hunter gave the kids the chicken to eat and they got to experience riding dragonback, once Deluna changed again, over to a nearby town where they were left with a very terrified city guard who was told the dragon would be back if they didn't find good homes. With that settled, she and he quietly soared through the air until they settled back in the ruined village, deluna taking him with her down to Othar's basement to indicate the gold and cider left behind. The dragon herself however found an intact couch in the same room and flopped down atop it on her side, leaning on a hand and rubbing at her stomach with the other one. Humanoid form or no, she still had a dragon's appetite didn't she? Othar rubbed his hands together at the sight of the treasure, but for now simply got a couple bottles of the cider and passed one to a grateful deluna, both of them simply downing about half the bottles they'd taken before he'd settle at the foot of the couch she was relaxing on.

Observing him for a moment, Deluna nudged him over until he found the back of his head settled against her gut. As he'd turn to look at her with a flush of embarrasment, her tail crept out and wrapped itself loosely about his neck while she'd smirk down at him. He wanted to say something to her about this situation, she could tell, but he couldn't find the words. The dragon considered after a moment or two nudging him along a bit, but he eventually spoke up on his own. "Those were some shitty people." he said, as the dragon drank from her bottle and smiled widely. "Well they're certainly on the way to it." she'd comment with a flush, lightly embarrased at her own crude humor. Of course the comment drew his gaze back to her gut, and then her lips. She'd raise a brow. "I'm surprised to find myself asking, but, jealous are we?" she teased, largely in jest as he'd respond "Maybe a little." in a quiet voice, nearly causing her to spit out her drink. Still, she'd grin widely and moosh his face into her stomach a bit before tugging him up to her and letting her tongue slip across her lips.

He'd flush deeply to witness that and deeper as that maw of hers parted, noting those sharp teeth even in her humanoid form and gazing along her tongue to the back of her mouth even as it slipped out to lap at his face breifly, just as he was simply pushed in and her lips would settle around his neck. She'd lick and suckle on his head like a favoured candy as her hands went about ripping off and discarding his clothing, stripping him down completely just before his head began to be pressed into her throat, yet... his hand lightly tapped at her side. She'd pause for a moment, not one to stop mid meal, but for him why not. She'd spit him up and smile at his saliva sodden, hickey covered face and raise a brow. "Oh, what was it? Want to go in the other way first or something?" she asks before he shakes his head and leans in to whisper, putting his hand on her stomach. Her eyebrows raise and this time it's the dragon left blushing. A smile settled on her face she'd sit upright. "Well if you wanna see that, I can let you, but you better entertain me until I'm ready." she comments, pushing him to settle in front of her.

A leg lifts and one foot settles on his shoulder, and as the dragon winks down at him the second leg would lift and her other leg would settle on his opposite shoulder. Deluna would lift her dress out of the way and tug her panties down before pressing his face into her bared nethers and letting her skirt fall down atop his head, a leg locking behind him as she'd let him get to work with his tongue. A hand of his would sneak up to her tummy to rub and squeeze at it even as the other found her ample backside, kneading on both as his tongue worked it's magic on the dragon's womanhood. A smile curling up her lips and a hand settled on the back of his head, deluna basked in this treatment for a while at first. Letting him rub at her butt and stomach as he licked away until the sounds coming from her stomach and a light burp indicated that digestion was really getting underway. At this point Deluna would really begin grinding on his face, a flush filling those pale cheeks as she fucked his face and talked dirty the whole time. "I hope you're nnnh paying attention to what's going on in there. Asking me for things like that, how dirty! I hope you know you're gonna be the one in there very soon." she teased even as his hands could feel through that plush tum the faces and hands of the occasional villager within pressing out. "I worked up an appetite flying all those kids over there. My body needs it's fuel, and it's time to claim what's mine." she teased, pressing his hands deeper before she'd flex her abs and twist her torso to one side then the other, letting out a few barely audible cracks and crushing noises, causing her stomach to round out a bit more as her occupants were ground down by the pressure within. As she rode and rode on his face the mush in her middle would lower, the bulge shrinking on down as her meals filtered down through her intestines. Even as he worked at pleasuring her his hands still squeezed and kneaded at her stomach and ass, feeling even as they dissapeared as her tush would seemingly swell just a teensy bit, the soft pushing between his grasping fingers whilst her form claimed them all as hers. Biting her lip she'd ride and ride on his face at this point, even pushing him to the floor and humping his visage vigorously until a shudder would work it's way down her form from head to toe, leaving her filled with a pleasant afterglow and a light smile.

Pulling him out and tugging up her panties she made her way, tugging him by his arm, into what was left of Othar's restroom. She'd begin by tossing him to the floor aside the toilet and settling on it after tugging her panties down, leaning forward just enough to let him watch. Peering at that dragon's lovely backside, he'd observe as surely enough, coils of brown would begin to be pushed out of her backside and piled beneath, fleck of bone here, a bit of someone's hair there. The hair colors really brought back some faces from the village. By the time she's all done the human is definitely very, very red in the face. "All those people... just that." he says softly before she wipes and washes in her hands in some leaking water. "And soon, you." she comments as they exit the room. Looking about in the basement's remains, she notices a bathtub, still warm and filled with water, though it's got a board in it, which she easily tosses aside.

She pushes him in the bath and has him wash himself nice and clean in case that bathroom floor wasn't, and when he's done she collects him, putting a few boxes in the middle of the room with the platter from the chicken atop it and has him get atop it for her. "A plate is a good place for my dinner." she comments, teasily settling a knife and fork next to him, and after a moment's thought an luck she finds a carrot to stuff in his backside, holding an apple in her other hand. "Now before you're muffled, how about you tell me your name, hm? For the memories." she offers, and as he begins to speak she stuffs the apple in his mouth and smiles. "Your name? Your name is Mine." she teases, opening a bottle of cider and pouring it all over him, flipping him and pouring more on him, dying his skin reddish and leaving the stuff pooling in the platter.

It was a beautiful sight. The human laying on the platter staring at her in anticipation, a gaze she returned. Apple in mouth, carrot in his backside, coated in cider. He'd totally given himself to her, a fact he had no idea exactly how hot it was to the dragon. Of course she could easily tell how hot it was to him, he was naked after all. Of course after a moment of admiring the situation, she'd lift the platter over to her lap. She'd start with his feet this time after mawing at him once, letting him gaze within, she knew he liked that. Yet feet first it was, the hungry dragon taking her time on the meal, leaving him face down on the platter as she lapped at his lightly cider tinged flavour, swallowing his legs by the mouthful. His hips were next on the list, that tight bottom of his and his stiff manhood slipping into her mouth and given a little teasing for a while as she enjoyed his wriggles, but those were swallowed soon enough. He was in the dragon's jaws now and she was hungry. Soon she'd nibble and lap her way up his chest, covering his arms and soon shoulders. As he wriggled, the apple soon came loose, falling to be caught in a hand as her lips inched up his neck. "Wa-wait!" he said "This has been everything I wanted, but, you can let me out after this right? I just kinda wanted to experie-mph!" he began, until she stuffed the apple back in his mouth, her jaws working over his head and then clapping shut nice and slow, letting him gaze out over her splayed tongue and sharp teeth, past those lips and out at a broken shard of a mirror where he saw himself looking out of his jaws and met her gaze. She patted her stomach, clapped shut her jaws, and swallowed.

With the bounty hunter having become the bounty dinner, the dragon collected another bottle of cider, tugged out the cork with her teeth, and downed the whole thing as she kneaded at her gut with a hand. He'd shift around and wriggle in there as digestion got started, but really she'd told him. He'd seen the whole thing just like he asked to. Beginning to end. Once someone gets in there, there would be no leaving. It was just like she had said earlier in the evening, she thought to herself later on and several cider bottles in when she felt him filtering through her intestines. "Mine."

"Hey there short stuff~"

Deluna eating Cure, art by Aesir

Colored version, with colors done by an anonymous friend