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Angel Devoured

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

A quickie commission for derikosgreen

Selene smiled to herself as she spread her membranous wings wide, letting the updrafts of the forest carry her up, up, into the bright moon, letting her bask in its beautiful golden rays. The night was still a little chilly, as winter had only just past, but Selene was young and healthy, fresh from her mother's roost, and felt herself both happy and at peace. The winter had been a mild one, and there were plenty of the moths that the little amber-colored bat loved most of all, so she'd hardly had to work for her supper that night. Now she was just reveling in the joy of flying, and the beauty of the forest by moonlight.

Some people called bats mice with wings. Obviously this wasn't true, as even a casual close look would make plain. All the same, little Selene was as adorable as a mouse, and as small, though her body was petite and streamlined, making her perfect for flight. She also had a far smaller nose than many bats, giving her a rather mouselike face, an impression compounded by her wide blue eyes. The impression of rodent-relations stalled out, however, if someone were to look at her tail, a short, leaflike protrusion that did little to cover her tight little bum, its dimples standing out to either side of her tail as clearly as the smooth line of her backbone as she curved her body upward in the night air. Like many bats her age, a naïve youngster who hadn't even started considering who she'd choose for her first mating, she flew naked in the moonlight, letting its rays sparkle on her sleek, healthy fur, making it almost glow. Her tiny nipples peeked out from her lighter-colored bellyfur, each a sweet pink pearl made stiff by the night's chill, while the tightly-clasped folds of her flawless little cunny would have been clearly visible to anyone who might have seen her by moonlight. But of course, part of the thrill in flying skyclad was avoiding being seen by anyone, and little Selene had been careful to ensure she was far from anyone who might catch her flitting around in her birthday suit.

Except there _was_someone watching.

The Strix was very, very old, and had grown ever more wicked with each passing year of his life. A vile creature, only barely mortal anymore, the dark and hoary creature hunched over as he peered down from his perch near the top of the tallest tree in the forest, watching the tender-looking morsel flitting about carelessly below him, her supple young body bathed in moonlight. Drool splashed from his beak onto the thick branch he gripped in his talons as the Strix contemplated the delights of listening to his latest victim, still kissed with the dew of a spring that promised to be bright and gay indeed, as she squeaked and squealed and screamed...right before he gobbled her up. Every last sweet and juicy bite.

The Strix's beak wasn't the only thing drooling right then, though, nor was his stomach the only part of him that hungered.

Looking down his body, straightening slightly to better take account of himself, the corner's the Strix's beak curled up in a cruel grin as he eyed the turgid masculinity standing straight out from his groin, almost steaming with its inner heat in the night chill. Wrapping a massive, wicked-clawed hand around that bloated length, he admired its brutal ugliness: its grotesque weight, its many thick and ropey veins, the uncut flesh that kept its acorn-shaped head barely-contained even when he was fully erect, as now.

Perhaps it was his humanlike body that was the source of his wickedness, leading to more humanlike thoughts of dark deeds in the night. The Strix was owl-like in aspect, much as the little batling he contemplated was batlike, though unlike her, with her wings attached to the undersides of her arms, his were separate from his arms entirely, a vast veil of darkness shot through with tiny splotches of grey-and-white extending out from his shoulder blades. His body was thick with corded muscle beneath his thick, dark feathers, making him look clumsy in flight, but he had more raw power in his arm than the tiny flitting things that ruled the day had in their whole bodies.

Certainly the little batling flitting unaware through the night was no match for a darkling beast such as the Strix. Letting his wide silver eyes follow the smooth, supple curve of her spine, the Strix paused to admire the apple-roundness of her firm, dimpled little bottom, and the merest glimpse of still more tempting treasures between her thighs as she swooped and gamboled in midair, reveling in her youth and health and happiness.

He would _feast_on that happiness, full-brim until he grew fat on it!

Selene never suspected a thing, not even once. Not until the great, silent bulk of the terrible old owl simply enveloped her, his wings surrounding her as his great and terrible talons seized her tight. If he hadn't held her close to his body, letting his own immense mass absorb most of the shock, he might have broken her as together they slammed against a nearby wide tree branch.

Still reeling from the shock of the impact, the poor amber-furred batling couldn't even think of resisting for several too-long moments, giving the Strix plenty of time to roll her over onto her back with arrogant ease.

"Such a delightful little morsel," he rumbled, giving a cruel hooting chuckle as he turned himself around on top of her, keeping her arms and wings pinned wide beneath his heavy talons, while he reached down with his equally heavy clawed hands, and seized her ankles before she had a chance to start to kick. "I shall make sure to eat you slowly, my dear. And savor every messy mouthful."

Certainly Selene had seen males naked. Going nude was fairly common among fliers, especially the younger ones, who hadn't built up as much muscle mass as their elders. But all the boy bats she'd seen naked had smooth penises, long and streamlined and even kind of pretty, in their boyish ways. This thing, though, suspended right above her wide blue eyes...it was a grotesque meatstick! The sperm-heavy balls right below it weren't any better, thick veins showing even through their feathery covering, each looking the size of one of her fists. The Strix radiated a primal masculinity, cruel and domineering, and the mere sight of his rigid penis was enough to make poor Selene's untried girlparts start to flush despite her wishes.

"No, please!" the little bat squeaked in terror as the Strix easily spread her legs, pushing her thighs wide apart, until she was splayed out like a butterfly on a board. "Don't eat me! I...I taste terrible! And I have lots of friends nearby! And..."

"Silence," growled the owl, letting the steaming breath of that single word blast across Selene's tender pubescent pudenda, making her shiver as her voice immediately died in her throat, before she whimpered and tried to turn her head, closing one eye to avoid having a fat drop of precum drip into it, making it splash on her cheek instead. "You and I both know that you're alone, far from anyone who could save you. And even if there were others here," he clacked his beak hungrily, "they'd just join you as part of my nightly delight. As for tasting bad," he laughed, the eerie, hooting sound sending chills up Selene's spine, "oh no: you will be delicious!"

Opening her mouth to try and make further entreaties, pleas, or even abject begging, poor little Selene's words were blasted from her mind as the evil old owl just _engulfed_her tiny, puffy pussy in his wide-stretched beak.

"Oooh!" cried the sweet young batling, her back arching, thrusting her perked pink nipples upward until they almost brushed against the bloated, seeping dome of the owl's glans. "I...Please I...it's not...you can't..." she was babbling now, blue eyes wide but unseeing as slick, wet slurping sounds filled her large batty ears, the sounds of the detestable monster devouring her delectable dainties. "I...I...AAIIIIEEEEE!"

With a lunge, the Strix's rigid tongue pierced poor Selene's barrier, and her vision was filled with a white flash of pain for a single instant. Soon, though, the strange toxins of the owl-thing's saliva kicked in, dulling the pain, letting only the pleasure - forced though it might be - remain as he guzzled her virgin blood, his eager sucking and gnawing letting him feast well on his favorite sort of meal, the kind that had kept the wicked old creature alive for so very, very long past his natural span, all without leaving any permanent damage on his sweet prize (besides the rupture of her hymen, of course). No, he had a special use for this lovely angel of the night, a use as diabolical as any of the cruel plots churning in his seething brain.

Curling his tongue at just_the right angle at _just the right moment, an action long-perfected over many years, sent the little batling's body jerking in spasms, while she screamed so loudly, her tiny hands clawing at the rough bark beneath her, had there been any glass nearby, it would surely have shattered. Thick, girl-sweet syrup squirted into the cruel old owl's mouth, and he lifted his head, clacking his beak in satisfaction as he finished his repast, the yellowed ivory of that appendage still stained with virgin's blood.

"Mmm, a fine vintage," he stated in contentment, even as he turned himself, lifting his heavy talons from Selene's splayed arm-wings. She was too spent, however, to take advantage of this moment of lassitude, and simply lay there, staring vacantly up at the moon, her small breasts heaving as she fought to regain her breath; she'd simply endured too many shocks for her poor system to handle. And now she was about to endure one more, the worst of all.

"Time for the main course, I think," declared the Strix, rough hands slipping beneath the little batling's knees, then easily pressing her ankles up to her big batty ears, while she finally began to blink herself back to full awareness. Her blue eyes grew huge indeed as she saw the meaty fate the Strix had in store for her.

"No!" she fairly sobbed, struggling feebly beneath him, her girlish strength nothing to that of the hefty avian archfiend. "Please! You...you can't do this! I'm not...AAAAHHHH!"

Heedless of her protests and pleas, the cruel owl casually lined up the capped head of his penis with her dainty cunny lips, slotting it into place, before he gave his hips a mighty thrust.

"Ssss, yesssss," hissed the Strix, his moon-bright eyes narrowing to arrow slits of raw, ecstatic malevolence as he savored the sheer, exquisite tightness of the squirming little morsel beneath him as he sank almost a third of his blood-bloated organ into her almost impossibly stretched quim. "Now...take it all."

"Oh!" Selene cried out, her whole body spasming as the Strix thrust into her again, putting his weight on top of her until she felt she couldn't breathe! "Oh! OH!"

That swollen thing_had to be bumping her lungs! It was in her so _deep! Reaching up, Selene pressed her hands against the hoary feathers of the Strix's chest, feeling the immense, nigh-indestructible muscles beneath. She tried to form words, tried to explain that he was going to tear her in half, that she was going to shatter like fine crystal if he didn't stop. But he didn't stop, and as he began to thrust, his tailfeathers rising and then falling in time with his hips, showing off the sway and slap of those heavy, feathered balls as they smacked against her inner thighs again and again and again, her whole world began to reel.

The worst part of the ordeal was: she wasn't in pain anymore.

If Selene had been in pain, she could have latched onto it, held it close, used it as a solid anchor to hold her inner self together despite all the storms that might blast over her. But the kiss of the Strix was a deadly venom, and its effects were not pain, but pleasure, deep and sweet, like the wine of an exotic tropical fruit, as lethal as it was luscious. Except rather than killing her mind, the orgasms that suddenly began to wrack poor little Selene's body were deathblows to her soul, destroying her ability to resist with every thrust with its accompanying slap_of impact and _slurp of withdrawal. By the time the great night-born beast came, his cum a cold shock as it splashed deep inside the little batling's womb, Selene's whole world was consumed by a single near-continuous orgasm.

Sighing in great contentment as he pulled free of his new little treasure, the Strix looked down at her as she slumped to the broad branch, her limbs splayed out, cum leaking heavily from her well-abused cunny. There was no blood mixed with his semen, though: he'd made sure to lap up every last drop of that precious liquid. Just looking at her lovely face, her cheeks flushed, her wide blue eyes empty, her mouth slightly parted, her breasts heaving...it was enough to enflame the cruel beast once more, and he clacked his beak in eager anticipation as he advanced on his little treasure once more, exulting as he saw her eyes come into focus once more, turning up to look at him pleadingly.

"Oh noooo!" she wailed as he caught her by one ankle, and easily flipped her over, onto all-fours. "Not again! Not agaaaaaiin! EEEEEEEEE!"

The sight of that adorable batty bottom was simply too much for the Strix to resist, as his heavy hands seized and began to maul the firm, bouncy half-globes of little Selene's tushie. Roughly, his thumbs spread her well-creamed cunny open, and he clacked his beak in eagerness as he once again slotted the heavy weight of his prick into place. This time, though, instead of just jamming his penis into place, he let it sink inside, nice and slow, allowing him to watch as it squished her folds apart, and savor every little sensation of her inner walls engulfing him.

"Yes, again," chortled the wicked old male in delight as he began to work his hips as he knelt on the branch behind the little batling. "And as many times as I want, my little treat. You're mine now, and mine forever. All too soon, you'll birth my night-spawn, but before that happens, you will serve me well, however I please, for as long as your body lasts."

So saying, leaving the deadly seed of knowledge that she was almost certainly pregnant now to germinate in her mind, the Strix started to pick up his thrusting, his hips smacking Selene's firm, round bottom, making it bounce with every impact. With his sharp-clawed hands holding her leaf-shaped tail up and out of the way, keeping it from obstructing his view, the Strix had a fine view of the delicate pink pucker of the batgirl's tailhole, and he delighted to watch it tense and flex with every movement of her inner muscles, especially when it clenched every time she had yet another orgasm, squeaking cutely as the spasm of pleasure shook through her little body.

Suddenly, with a hooting howl, the Strix rose up onto one knee, the other leg bent as he hoisted Selene's tushie almost straight up, allowing him to thrust almost straight down into her at a frantic pace. Her perky little breasts bobbed forward and back with every one of his thrusts, their movements punctuated by her erect pink nipples, while she cried out a high-pitched "Oh! Oh! Oh!" again and again, her knuckles going white as they squeezed the branch beneath her in a deathgrip.

Then, crying out in his deep-throated voice, the Strix began to cum once more. Selene could feel thick ropes of his cum splatter against her cervix, and instantly her own voice raised high, a squeaking counter-tempo to his basso hoot of ecstasy. They stayed like that, frozen in the moonlight for what felt like an hour or more to little Selene, before he finally pulled free, letting her slump forward, her well-creamed cunny stuck high in the air as she just let herself go limp, praying that it was finally over.

It wasn't.

"Too tempting a delight for me to resist," cackled the Strix, seizing Selene's bum in one massive hand yet again, his other hand guiding his still-hard shaft forward, until it nudged at...

"No!" squeaked the little batling, looking over her shoulder with her precious, heart-melting blue eyes. "Please, not...not there!"

"Oh yes," hissed the cruel night creature in delight, even as the swollen head of his penis began to spread the tight-clenched rosette of her snug pink tailhole. "Especially here. And anywhere else I choose...slave."

Punctuating the word with a final thrust, the Strix chuffed and grunted over poor little Selene again and again as he sodomized her. All she could do, amidst her high-pitched wails and moans and squeaks, was look up to the moon above, and pray for an end.

*

That was months ago, though, and Selene found herself still looking up at the moon through the barred windows of the great hollow tree where the Strix lived, still praying for an ending that never came.

She wasn't alone in that great old arboreal fortress. The Strix had begun collecting others not long after he'd taken poor little Selene, apparently enamored of the idea of having a little collection of sweet young treasures that he could abuse. There was Mefi the skunkgirl, and the Lilac sisters, Lavender and Lacy, twin mice who were so shy they hadn't been willing to talk for almost a week after they were brought to the great tree. Also Vetiver, the flying squirrel, who still made plots of escape when she thought that the Strix wouldn't find out (though he always did, somehow; he was a dark wizard, after all). Perhaps tonight he'd bring someone else to join them. Someone else that he'd ravished and filled with his dark spawn, after drinking deep of their virgin blood and orgasmic juices.

Of course Selene was pregnant. Her belly was heavily gravid now, swollen until she couldn't even make the short flights around the tree's inner chambers that she'd managed when she'd been first brought there. He regularly locked a great chain around her neck, and bolted it to the wall, leaving her there for long stretches, mostly because it amused him to see her in bondage. But he fed her well, and most of her tasks serving him weren't too onerous. There was still the sex, of course, but...well, Selene supposed she could get used to anything, eventually. Just so long as she could always see the moon.

There was the light creak of the stairs as her master descended from his landing perch. For someone so large, he was astonishingly quiet, and Selene strongly suspected that he only made what noise he did because he wanted her to know where he was, and anticipate his coming. Anticipate she did, going immediately to her knees right before he came down into the lower chamber where he'd chained her to the wall, looking up at him with her wide blue eyes; he liked having her look at him with those eyes, liked seeing the complete submission in their depths.

"Your favorite, Selene," said her master, holding up a jar filled with the moon moths that still tasted so sweet, and which she'd begun to crave desperately as her pregnancy progressed. "Of course, you'll have to earn them...and take a little added protein besides," the Strix added, spreading his wings like a cloak, letting her see the priapic manhood standing proudly between his legs.

"Yes, master," said Selene meekly, before wrapping her little mouth around the Strix's penis and getting to work bobbing her head like a good little slave. And she was, after all, a good little slave.

Her master's favorite.