"I... Um... God, even after all this I'm afraid to say." Her hands stop. She's trembling.

"Fear is what keeps us alive." It comes from a place so deep and unknown within her she couldn't chart the path to it.

"Is that... Supposed to mean I should say it, or shouldn't?"

She just smiles.

"Okay, I want... to be like you. Fat and strong. Beautiful and dangerous. To take up space. To be the sort of woman who's difficult to ignore simply because she takes up twice, no thrice, the space a normal woman does in one's field of view. To have enough strength and inertia that no one can ever push me around again. To be free, uninhibited, feral. To feast, fight, and fuck like a wild fucking sow." The words spill out involuntarily, like a cross between an orgasm and vomiting. She wonders if homosexuality has been observed in pigs, but decided not to ruin the moment by asking out loud.

One hand runs up Katie's back again, and the other goes under her ass and lifts her up into Tazich's lap.

"I would like to still be able to push you around," she says, as though mourning.

"But I can't now, or you'd break," she says, and laughs.

She breathes heavily. "Oh, no, yeah, sorry. You pushing me around would be nice. Extremely nice. No one else, though. Except maybe the vampire. She's cute too. But no one else." 

"Well that's good then."

She considers bragging that she can beat Teg up, and decides against it. If she says it, it'll sound like it's not true.

"I'll help you."

"Nnggghhhh, really? You mean it?" Her hips buck. Her clothes are visibly damp around the crotch.

She doesn't notice herself salivating.

She slides her hands under Katie's heroic little tummy, letting one of them pass under Katie's crotch and start soothing it.

With her other hand she does a few passes over Katie's belly, then offers her additional meat.

Chomp. She stares directly into her new lover's eyes. "Nnggghhhh, take me, you overfed sow." She smacks a hand onto the tiefling's belly as forcefully as her twiggy limbs can manage. Grabs onto it with her thumb in the navel and forefingers underneath. Runs the other hand through her hair. "I wanna see all this delicious flesh jiggle."

She doesn't consult anyone or even look at them. She gently picks up Katie, wraps her in one of the giant pillows, deposits the whole thing in one of the meeting rooms [ there're books all over the walls ] and runs back for as much of the food as she'll be able to carry.

She moans and twitches and writhes pathetically. Her frail, delicate, twiglike body is in desperate need of attention.

She sets down a tarp, finally revealing dishes of cooked wolf meat. She picks up a cut and bites it, sighing with relief. "'m underfed," she corrects absent-mindedly.

Her own stomach, seemingly magically, is [ under all that flesh ] obviously a little firmer but not yet what you would call distended.

She takes another cut, bothers to plate it and season it with spices from the tarp, strides over to Katie and straddles her. She sits down on Katie's hips but the pillow takes most of the weight, as intended.

"First things first," she says firmly, "how is this?" Hand on Katie's stomach again, sensing. Are her clothes tight?

"Gods, it's so fucking hot how shamelessly greedy you are. I envy it." Chomp. "Now air out those melons, you insatiable pig." She pokes at her breasts and begins removing her own clothes.

She plates her and Katie's wolfsteak with a frown, takes a hold of both Katie's shoulders, and forces her back.

"How are you doing food-wise?"

"My cunt is screaming at me way too loud for my stomach to be audible."

She wonders if Katie has in fact successfully died. This is mortal talk.

She cocks her head while she assists with Katie removing her own clothes and begins to finger her nether regions.

Her legs twitch. "Gods, you're perfect. Those beefy biceps, those hamhock thighs, that goddess gut, those udders. You can really make me like that?"

She stares in genuine distress. "If you eat!"

Then takes a second look at Katie's denuded little stomach and feels a stab of pity.

"But yes." She appraises her. "What sort of training do you think would best suit you? Do you ever hunt for food? Swordplay?" She grins fiendishly [ it's very convincing, as she's part fiend ].

She looks around, thoughtful. "Conceivably we could just . . ." She gestures vaguely and thrusts her hips with nonlethal force.

"Nnnnggggghhhhh swordplay sounds fun. Normally I'd say I'm too clumsy, but I'm fine with getting maimed as long as you're the one doing it. But yeah, even absent that, I anticipate is getting plenty of exercise together." She rubs the tiefling's belly sensually.

"—Can I train you two-handed?"

She should probably save this question for later, but she doesn't see why they can't multitask. She keeps thrusting her hips nonlethally and working her hands around Katie's clit—over her clothes, at first.

Katie is so small and cute. And Tazich doesn't understand her priorities.

But Katie's hands are really nice, just like that.

"Mmm, you like it when I touch your gut, big girl?" Affectionate tummy pat. "Two-handed? You mean like, weapons, or?" The tiefling's hands are nice, too.

she is not a girl, she is a grown-up cleric, but she doesn't really care

"Mm."

She wishes intensely that she could wrap around Katie like a snake.

She does the closest thing possible and kind of curls around her, spiral-like, and squeeezes Katie against her, taking off her leather bra as she does so.