Well. She expected it to be weird, but that felt surprisingly good. This is probably the start of her descent into villainy or something, but she thinks she might like this.

She gets up and unties a kobold from the end of the line of cultists, strips off the robe, and checks her out. Maybe she'll try to savor this one a little, rather than rushing like last time. She sits down at her feet again and starts pulling the tiny dragonkin girl into her mouth.

This one has cyan accents rather than yellow, but is still predominantly green, and has a similar height and build to the previous, though she's a bit bustier. The fact that she's still alive is certainly the biggest difference, though. She's still breathing, and Sable's handling of her sends little reflexive twitches through her prey's body. As the kobold's skin begins to absorb the contact-aphrodisiacs present in Sable's inner inks, the rhythm of the kobold girl's breathing changes, becoming shorter and sharper, and her body becomes noticeably warmer. As Sable gets to her hips, despite still being unconscious, there is nonetheless a distinct taste and wetness of arousal on the insides of her thighs.

She pays more attention this time. The scales scrape pleasantly along her tongue, and have a faintly bright taste. The girl's calves are a soft pressure, and her thighs feel simultaneously soft and firm as they fill her mouth. And then her hips, those are are a revelation. Is that a hint of arousal she tastes? Wait, the kobold is unconscious, how is she aroused?

...Is Sable made of aphrodisiacs? Huh. She focuses for a moment, shifts the composition of her tongue and her saliva, strengthens the potency there, and flicks her tongue across her prey's cunt. Wow yes oh that's intense. More arousal wells up, flooding Sable's mouth with the taste, and she swallows again, pulling the girl deeper. The tight curve of the scaled waist, the soft swell of her breasts sliding past her lips... Sable can't help herself, she moans just a bit. Another swallow and the kobold girl slips all the way in, arms and head and horns sliding past her lips and nestling in next to the first one.

Sable sits back, leaning on her hands and breathing hard as she lets her meal settle. She glances down at her belly — yeah, that's definitely a lewd bulge, you can clearly tell she's got humanoids in her gut right now. Fuck. That's kinda hot in and of itself. She lets out a pleased sigh.

This is pretty hot, stars this is hot, but she has a bit more exploring to do. Walking around will probably help her digest, anyway. She bites her lip... Oh, fine, just for a moment. She grabs one of her breasts in her left hand, gropes hard, stifles a moan. Fuck her body feels great.

No, right, gotta get this bit of actual work done before she gets carried away. She gets up and rechecks all the cultists, making sure they're all tied reasonably securely, then heads back into the previous hallway. A bit of exploration reveals that this hallway was full of bunk rooms for the cultists, with various personal effects and trivial things. She finds a book on runes, another on cooking, three books of erotica (one of which is about kobold girls getting eaten by predators!?), and a general book about magic, among the more interesting finds, and brings those back to store them in her bag.

Her belly sloshes heavily throughout this process, gradually shrinking as the minutes pass. Eventually, around twenty minutes later, she's back to her (new) normal svelte figure — but with an extra cup size and four more tails. Huh. She heads back into the ritual chamber.

The next kobold she grabs is a bit thicker than the others, with blue scales, and violet horns and accents. She sits down and grabs the girl's feet, slowly starting to swallow her. She probably shouldn't be surprised, but this is really starting to grow on her... Her tongue swirls over the girl's calves and then thighs, savoring the gentle give of the soft flesh under the cerulean scales. Her mouth stretches wider around the plush hips, tongue dipping into her prey's cunt to savor the arousal as her aphrodisiacs take effect. Slowly she swallows the kobold girl deeper and deeper, letting out a moan as she swallows the hips and tail properly, as her lips slide over the soft waist and the full tits. And soon enough, the girl is swallowed. Sable sits back with a moan, groping a breast with one hand and leaning against the other. And then she moves on to the last kobold. Only the bigger half-dragon girls left after this.

This one is pink, with indigo accents, and a bit skinnier again — though a fuller bust than the first. B-cups maybe? She starts at the feet again, slowly swallowing her prey deeper and deeper, and dwells longer at the girl's hips this time. Her tongue plunges deep into the kobold girl's pussy, soaking it with aphrodisiacs as she tastes the bright taste of arousal. Mmmmmhh, who said this was allowed to taste so good? She licks across the girl's cunt, tongue dragging heavily across her clit — and then she hears a moan.

What.

Her eyes focus forward to find a pair of bright green eyes looking back at her from her no-longer-unconscious prey's face. The kobold girl is watching herself be eaten, groping her own tits, and moaning.

Sable blinks at the girl in shock for a moment, then starts tongue-fucking her, slowly wringing whimpery mewls and a shuddery orgasm from her scaly prey. The girl dissolves into panting moans, claw-tipped fingers digging hard into her tits, her whole body shaking with her climax.

And then Sable keeps swallowing. As she swallows the girl's hips and approaches her waist, her prey slips one hand past her lips, fingering herself as she slides deeper into Sable's body. The other hand keeps pinching and groping one of her breasts, and she bites her lip and stifles further moans, slowly sinking deeper and deeper. Eventually the girl is fully swallowed, and starts masturbating in earnest, evidently trying to wring every orgasm she can out of herself before she's gone.

After a minute or so of this, the frenetic fingering wakes the other kobold, who starts touching herself as well, and nuzzling into her companion.

"Hhhaah," she can't help but moan a little herself, and with a shake of her head eventually gives in and joins her meals in masturbating. Both her hands start groping her tits, and she forms a phallic tentacle with some of her now plentiful spare mass and starts fucking herself with it. "Aaaahhhh, fuck that's good..."

We interrupt this lovely meal to bring you: 

Dark red ooze dripping out of the wall across from Sable, a spiral within a circling - trailing down, then glowing, and then the wall within the circle vanishes entirely into the chaotic swirl - 

And spits out a humanoid girl -

Skin like white ash, hair like thin filaments of black glass, a black leather mask covering her eyes and nose, dark smudgy tendrils wavering at its edges. A set of cat ears that look like they're made of jagged glass shards emerge from her head. Something deep under her skin glows red like fire - it's more visible in her chin, at her joints, wherever bones grow close to the surface. The rest of her outfit is black leather or metal, with very frequent and possibly mildly excessive spikes. Large pauldrons and a thick collar and open helmet all adorned with black spikes... Black cloak which falls about her body, lined with a spiked chain... A black strap that runs from her collar down between her breasts with vicious-looking metal spikes acrhing out to encase her bare flesh... The pasties on her breasts and between her legs all anchor into her skin at the edges with similarly wicked spikes, though there's no sign of blood... Thigh-high boots with spikes on the heel...

And shadow. 

Smudgy tendrils, difficult to focus on, constantly writhing and moving line the inside of her cape and peek out of the edges of her clothes. A thicker smudge flicks behind her like a cat's tail, though the tip is a bit oddly phallic. 

She regains her feet quickly, crouching and hissing a little, revealing a large mouth full of teeth of jagged glass.

Mmmmm—"What the inkstained fuck!?"

Okay, the girl is hot, the outfit is darkly hot, but this is a fantasy adventure setting with dangerous ritualists.

Before she finishes the thought — or even the exclamation — she's forming a set of bladed and barbed tentacles in case of a fight.

And a heavy voice - a command - thunders into her mind as the overwhelming attention of that red not-star turns back their way - 

CONSUME

The hot girl's outfit rattles a little, sounding like glass, like a strange hissing laughter.

Hot girl just raises her empty hands. " - Wait - "

Apparent goo-girl points her weaponized tentacles upward rather than at her unexpected guest(s) in acknowledgement of the hot girl's apparent gesture of détente, then glares at the ceiling, feeling her way through her gifted instincts to find however she's supposed to reply to that — though knowing what she does about gods, it's entirely possible she's not meant to be able to reply. Hmm, is that telepathy? That feels like telepathy. She opens her mind up a little to the presences in the room, just to get more of a sense of them, but mostly focuses on blasting a loud reply back at the very pushy god.

I have no idea who this girl or her outfit is, she hasn't threatened me, and I'm still full and expect to remain so for the next twenty minutes. I'm not going to just drop everything to try to eat her. You just seriously ruined what was left of my mood here. You are invited to explain yourself.

A pressure - 

The god does not care about the girl. She's one more body in a endless pile of them. It cares about the shadows wrapped around her, and promises power if only Sable will reach out and seize what should be hers. 

(How good are Sable's mental defenses, by the by. Because they and her ability to handle total sensory overwhelm - which probably includes some orgasms in the blast but also everything else - are about to be tested.)

She does not like this god. This does not feel like her patron goddess, it's pushy as fuck, and it's got no respect for fair play. She hunkers down as best she can and rides it out, glaring upward all the while.

Her mental defenses aren't anything too special for a telepath, but her resilience is top notch. She is an ocean of ink, and this fucker is a passing storm. The storm may be a hurricane, but this too shall pass.

The pressure eases up. (And she gets the sense it's also lashing out at the other two - a brief glimpse of other ships tossed about in the storm - )

And then the command repeats.

CONSUME

Sable is no longer full. She is, in fact, ravenous.

Oh fuck this guy so much. With what attention she can spare, she inventories as many relevant aspects of her nature as she can: are there still cute masturbating kobold girls in her gut, are her stamina reserves still pretty full, does she still have five tails? (Yes though they're a bit slower as they continue to digest, if anything fuller, and yes, respectively.)

She takes a moment to recenter herself and focus past the probably-illusory hunger — she's always been good at dissociating from any bodily perception she wants, whenever she wants — and attempts to focus on her guests.

"Hi. The asshole god whose boon I stumbled into really doesn't like y'all. He doesn't like Mx Outfit in particular. Care to comment on that?"

"I have no idea why. I'm a riot at parties," says the hot girl in the approximate tone of someone who a) possibly barely noticed the blast, b) thinks the god needs to git gud, c) has a remarkable talent for annoying people into attempting to stab her, d) generally stabs them first, and, last but not least, e) started a literal riot at the last party she attended.

The very spiky outfit forms some eyes and wide mouths full of sharp teeth interspersed among the spikes and laughs again, an odd bubbling sound.

"I am a gift to women, of course, and that old boor wouldn't know mutual pleasure if it slapped him in the eyes," it says, voice a melodic whisper. 

(The 'old boor' seems to have wandered off for now - that last consume was possibly nothing more than a parting shot as his attention turned elsewhere.)

"That does sound like him, just from the short time I've known him. He made a great deal of noise about wanting me to eat y'all, though for all your claims of being a riot he didn't seem to care about you," she gestures with a tailtip at the girl, "except as an incidental snack on the way to convincing me to eat you," and at that she points at the outfit.

"Other than interrupting my enjoyment of my meals' enjoyment of being dinner, y'all haven't done anything to offend me enough to consider it, though. Not like these assholes," she gestures at the remaining cultists, "whom I interrupted during a sacrificial ritual."

She shakes her head. "So, what brings y'all to this awful ritual chamber in the middle of nowhere? And what should I call y'all?"

She doesn't actually know she's in the middle of nowhere, but she was dropped here by another Sable, and it would be just like another Sable to drop her in the middle of nowhere.

Disgruntled noise. "Some asshats were arguing over who saw me first. Jumping through a random portal nearby seemed significantly more worth my time."

Her clothes seem to think that summary is very funny for some reason!

"She is Shendi," it murmurs, "And my beautiful self is Lacuna."

"Asshats are gonna asshat. No idea how or why a random portal took you here, but... good to meet you both. I'm Sable. D'you have any pronoun preferences, Lacuna? And do either of you have a taste for sapient-sacrificing dragonkin? It'll take me quite a while to finish all of these myself, and I don't really mind sharing."

It thinks for a few moments. "Whatever pronoun is funniest or most scandalous in the current context," it murmurs cheerfully.

Eye roll. Then, to Sable: "Well, you'll probably get weird looks for using gendered pronouns for it, if nothing else."

And: "No. I'm good."