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Marcille was lord, and soon everyone would live.
That's all that mattered.
They could save Falin.
She watched over the railing as her friends and enemies alike fought against her.
It was in her favor. Marcille stepped back from the rail, and down to where Falin was solidly encased in ice. Oh, if only she were here...
She reached out a hand to try to touch her through it, but was held back. That struck her as a tragedy, and she wished it would part, at least for a time. No surprises, her desire was granted, and her palm soon rested against the side of the scaly body that was once her normal lover.
Not normal any longer.
Marcille wept silently over that, but knew that wishing away the dragon parts might not be her best option. She might as well not betray Laios any longer when they decided on making a meal out of Falin.
To make a meal of Falin.
The words felt wrong, but in the rightest way. Falin, the meal of her lover and friends, and even those she didn't know existed.
She was struck with the urge to make a meal of her, now. Marcille's voice that told her off bad choices was turned off, and she pushed her hand into Falin's cold side.
Hard scales kept her from reaching the meat of the corpse in front of her. She furrowed her brow, and tried to rip one away, but to no avail.
Marcille cursed under her breath, and tried more of her strength. With a soft, meaty tearing sound, it started to pull away, then stopped before she could get it off completely.
"I want to get this off of her!" she shouted. She knew that the Winged Lion would hear her, and grant her that desire.
When she went to pull at it again, it came off much easier than she had anticipated, even accounting for her wish being granted. Marcille pulled at another, and another, and another, and another- finding that she had grown much stronger physically, and that a small spot had revealed the flesh of the red dragon attached to Falin.
She cast the scales aside, and pushed her hand into the area. It was also easier to rip a somehow still bloody handful of muscle. It was tough when she sank her teeth into it.
Marcille finished that chunk, and stared at her now bloodied hand. Her dress was partially soiled now as well.
She knew she should have been revolted. Here she was, taking bites out of her dead lover. The thought encouraged her more than anything.
Her hand moves forward again, and tore another piece out, this one larger. She finished it off quicker than the first, and repeated the process.
She soon came to a bone, likely a rib from where she was digging inside the chimera's body, and after pushing on it hard, snapped a portion of it off. Peering inside of it with that sick curiosity bubbling up with every bite, every time her teeth met Falin's body. The marrow was a sickeningly pretty pink, and she took a tentative scrape from the opening with her teeth. She found it wasn't too horrible, and sucked some out, then tossed it aside and continued digging into her lover.
Marcille dug and dug, finding what looked to be Falin's lung, which was in the dragon portion.
She recalled their first confrontation with this chimera, or more specifically what Laios had said.
"Every place you stabbed would have been fatal for a human, but for my sister they weren't. In other words, there are no vital organs there, or she has multiples."
He was right.
Falin's lung, so likely both of them, were located in the draconic half. She did have to give that to him, as strange as it would sound under any usual circumstance.
It was harder than she thought to puncture it with just her hands, so she grabbed the discarded piece of bone and stabbed it into the lung. It looked to deflate slightly, and Marcille pulled out the weapon and pushed on it. Definitely deflating.
Marcille went around it, fingers clawing against it every so often as she buried herself into fresh meat. Her teeth almost felt sharper as they ripped into it, and she couldn't help but think about their first search for Falin, inside the dragon.
Digging around inside a body, only this time, there was no clear prize. Only hunger.
She had gotten deep enough to bury her entire arm inside, only her cut shoulder visible from her current angle.
She kept tearing and tearing away, removing more of those read scales to allow her access to the belly of the beast. Marcille had never felt so hungry before. Not for food, love, sex, anything she could think of.
Soon she reached Falin's dragon entrails, and pulled it out slightly. The hole she had carved with her hands wasn't big enough to get it out all the way, but enough to see that the intestines were almost exactly those of the first red dragon. She sighed, and retreated from that portion of the body. It was certainly gruesome, but in an almost attractive way.
Marcille finally took notice that, after dethawing Falin, she had fallen over. Huh. She circled up to the human torso, and looked at her lover's face.
It was starting to bloat slightly. Apparently the ice hadn't kept that from happening. Or who knew, maybe seeing her decompose was some desire that was buried deep, deep inside.
She tilted her head, and kissed Falin's cold mouth, tongue against lifeless tongue.
She cried softly as she pulled back.
What was she doing? She should be focused on winning this fight, not getting emotional.
That didn't stop her tears, or the way that she so tenderly cupped Falin's cheek in her hand. The rosey flush that coated her face was no more; just her pale skin, even whiter when covered in shades of death.
Marcille pulled away, wiping away her tears with her unbloodied hand. She sat down, and as the final sobs racked her body, she decided to finish what she had started. For Falin. For Laios, and Chilchuck and Senshi and her dear little Izut, and everyone else.
Her hands supported her on the way up, and she moved back down to the draconic portion. She grazed her fingers along the scales, all the way down to the tail.
This was certainly for Falin.
She followed to where the base of the tail met the body, and examined it.
It seemed that even with using a male dragon, it had female sex parts. Or at least Marcille thought so, seeing as she wasn't particularly adept with dragon anatomy.
Marcille studied it for a moment, then decided it was probably female. If she was wrong, then oh well. She gently probed the cloacal opening, and peeled it back slightly.
Without so much as even one thought, she pushed her tongue against whatever it was beyond that. It felt strange, not like the genitalia she had familiarized herself with, but somehow similar? There was still a hole leading deep, and she probed it.
She licked into what should have been hot and maybe even wet, but was now just another part of this rotting body.
Marcille tried to pleasure her even in death, but eventually pulled back, seeing as it... admittedly was a stupid idea since she had no idea how to do this with dragon parts.
She moved back up to her carved hole, and continued to eat in silence, other than the sickening sounds of her own mouth and flesh tearing.
Bite after bite after bite, she ate, feeling hungrier than before after each chunk. Marcille suddenly pushed herself away, and stared at her bloodied hands, then back up to the still human face of Falin.
Marcille ran up to it again, and cupped those once rosey cheeks once more. She wept again, and lethargically dug one hand into her shoulder, and tore off some of the skin and muscle there.
She stared at it, and took a small bite. It was different from the dragon meat- softer, a little easier to swallow. She couldn't really think of anything to compare it to, as if doing so would be a new sin all in itself.
Though it would be hardly anything compared to this sin just committed.
Marcille shook herself out of it, and took another piece off. Another and another, her ears barely registering the tearing sound at this point. She lifted Falin's arm, and raised it to her mouth, then bit off a chunk of her bicep.
As much as she loved Falin living, she couldn't help but love her even more like this, somehow. Her life might have been gone, but Marcille had never been so smitten.
In love with a corpse...
It almost was poetic, if not for the way that this one was so throughly being disrespected.
Her mouth was relentless, bite after bite of meat going down her stomach. It was hard from wanting any sort of break. Marcille ate and ate until she was in a trance, and Falin's whole arm had been devoured.
She stared at the bone, the muscle and ligaments and joints that hadn't gotten torn away, and pulled it away, and tenderly set it inside of her lover's mouth.
"Here Falin, you must be hungry," she said softly, a smile playing on her face.
A loud, echoing boom sounded from somewhere outside. Marcille paid it no heed, staring at that beautiful, bloating face. She also registered that the rest of her body was starting to puff up slightly, and she sat back on her haunches and sighed.
"I'll have to take care of that, won't I?"
Marcille looked at those thick scales again, and then with a clang that startled her upright, saw that... a big butcher knife? had fallen from somewhere, and within her reach.
She took it.
She turned it over in her hands, and looked back at Falin. "What do you say, should we get all these off of you?"
Even met by silence, the new lord swiftly took to getting a sizable area of meat clear of dragon scales, and looked at it, a shimmer of pride in her eyes.
Using the knife, she carved into muscle, and took a bite of what she had freed. Marcille repeated the process until she could see those dragon intestines from a new angle, and cut a piece of them off.
It tasted a bit funny uncooked, so she decided on just chopping up and moving it out of the way.
Marcille ditched the knife after that, tossing it behind her and letting it clatter to the stones beneath her.
She once more reached her hand into that ever-growing bloody cavity, shoving it into her mouth until she nearly choked. Falin's flesh gave way so, so easily, and the lord's teeth had gotten used to the consistency of the meat by now, so Marcille kept going.
This would be her true saving.
Resurrection may have brought such a wonderful woman back once, but once was more than enough to be content with a life, right?
Surely Laios would understand- what was it that Marcille had heard once...
Eat or be eaten. There is no hierarchy.
That's what she was doing. She had to eat. For herself, for Falin, For Laios and Senshi and Chilchuck and Izutsumi and the fate of all the souls trapped here inside of the dungeon-
A sudden unease grew in her belly, and Marcille hunched over, feeling the taste of bile start to rise in her throat. She quickly moved away from Falin's rotting corpse, and threw up onto the ground. It was a disgusting yellow color, with chunks of raw flesh and stains of blood so clearly visible.
Her stomach was empty now, but the sight and smell alone made the elf vomit once more. Splattering across the stones, stomach acid breaking free from its prison inside her.
Marcille took a few deep, heaving breaths, then wiped her mouth on her sleeve and stood up again.
There was still so, so much of her lover.
She had done so, so much. So much. Her arm was barely more than bone, and that drag-domen was clawed and cut so pretty. It wasn't enough. It wasn't, it wasn't, it wasn't. And now who knew if Falin could be saved.
"But Falin, I-" Marcille stopped once she remembered she would have no response. She noticed just how swollen the other truly was, and it sickened her all the more.
She kneeled down at her opening, and wept. "Dear, dear Falin, what would you have me do... I wish I hadn't done this to you, please, I wish I was dead, I should be dead..."
Marcille wiped away her tears with the fabric not covered in her disgusting self, smearing a little blood onto her eyelid in the process.
She reached her hand in again, digging and digging and doing her best to carve a path to where Falin's heart would probably lay, peeling up more scales in the process.
After a solid amount of time, she had found her way to it, by one of those dragon ribs. She pulled it slightly, and laid her head down on the large organ.
Silence.
The lord shook her head, shoved it back into place as best as she could, and curled up next to it. Marcille was hungry again now, and covered in her lover's blood, she took small pieces and nibbled at them.
Marcille eventually found the strength to push her now blood-soaked body up, and she broke another one of the ribs, sucking the marrow out of it once more. It took a lot of strength not to try to impale herself with it.
This new strength she was granted certainly was very interesting... Trying to take her mind of the atrocities before her, Marcille found a crate of some sort. The Winged Lion certainly knew what she wanted more than herself, it seemed. It broke easily under her fist, and with an almost renewed bloodlust, she began to pick up her pace of devouring the chimera.
Her belly stretched until it could hold no more, and under the amount of it all, Marcille found her vision becoming a little hazy and dark, before she registered falling over and nothing else, meat still in her mouth.
Laios and the rest of his party had finally made it inside of the tower.
"Alright, it's dark now, and since we don't have Marcille to give us light, we should see about fanning out and finding what we can. Meet up back here," he said, and pointed in four different directions.
After a bit of quick discussion they broke, and went to search.
It was Izutsumi who stumbled across what had played out, and she froze with shock, before quickly finding her way to Chilchuck, who then went and found Senshi, then Laios. She couldn't bring herself to tell them, so the beast-kin just walked them to the spot.
Laios shook, and fell to his knees.
"Marcille, and, and Falin..."
Chilchuck covered his mouth to keep from gagging, and Senshi looked down. "I guess we won't be having that big meal."
Izutsumi turned her head at the sound of footsteps, and went to investigate.
It was Captain Mithrun, and she glared at him before pointing him to Falin's battered, bloody body.
He followed her finger, and took it in.
"The demon must be stopped," was all that he said before looking up to a single lone balcony where light shone through.