A round puckered opening formed in the centre of its chest as if by dark magic. It was just millimetres away from her face. Thick white-yellow goop sprayed out onto her blonde hair and flowed down to her shouldes and flat chested kiddie body. It burned like it was boiling water, and smelled like rotten eggs.

Darla screamed “Noooooooo!!!” Even as it began to dissolve her face into an ugly pulpy red mess. It was a pain she’d only ever felt once before when she touched Alar’s cooking pot while it was still cooking. Now her skin was disintegrating and running down her front. On the outside of the wings, her outline could be seen dancing in the throes of death, her backside spasming in pain as she was digested alive. Her screaming was silenced with the great snapping sound of bone breaking as the Winged Devourer bent her arms backwards to fit better inside it. Slime started to spurt from under the leather wing cocoon in great globs.
“Aaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” she spasmed and kicked, dancing in her bondage like a little whore in bed. Her eyeballs popped in their sockets and her organs liquified in their human container. Soon her entire chest deliquesced and collapsed into her ribcage, falling down the empty cavity into her unripe womb. Darla’s feet swung from side to side, toes twitching in a convulsive motion, kicking a puddle of slippery slime on the floor, as they were smoothly drawn into the cocoon; more meat to feed the ravenous beast.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggghhhhh!” she moaned insensately, her entire upper body reduced to a gorey skeleton filled with half-melted guts. Unable to control herself, she pissed herself as the goop worked its way into her crotch folds. It melted her from her pussy all the way down to her toes and slurped up her juices into its chest hole and left a lifeless kiddie skeleton in Darla’s place. Then it opened its wings wide, revealing Darla’s corpse, which immediately broke apart into pieces on the slime soaked ground. Darla’s small, empty skull bounced and rolled a little, coming to rest at Dar’s sandaled feet.
The Winged Devourer roared with its mouthless face and turned its attention to its next meal.

Dar, shocked by the display of brutish barbarism, lowered his sword slightly. It was an unforgivable display to be forced to watch. He looked at his black Lion companion for agreement, and raised his weapon over his head. Tonight he would have vengeance for the death of little Darla.

This was how the adventures of Darla ended.