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Cryptid hunting was an underappreciated art. That's what Rosalva would have said if asked, anyway. People always seemed to doubt or even make fun of her when she brought it up. Of course there wasn't much evidence for them! That was what made them cryptids. She had a way with an internet browser that helped her separate the false (but sometimes well-written) fiction from the reality. It only took her a few late, late nights browsing before she came upon a lead. Just clicking on the post was enough to make her heart flutter a little.

They used a lot of different words for him. Some people brought up the legend of the wendigo. Others called him an angry spirit, or perhaps Nature's wrath incarnate. They all seemed convinced he was a monster. Nobody knew his name. Some described him as a watcher, as a towering, skull-faced figure seen in half-remembered glimpses during long hikes. Frightening but peaceful.

Others spoke of him as a frightfully real nightmare, detailing brutal attacks and injuries they couldn't have possibly survived and concluding they must have dreamed him up. Yet they all seemed to describe him the same way. shocked to find others had seen him too. The posts came from all over the world, but one thing remained consistent. He lived in a forest. Any forest, at that. All it took to find him was to want to find him.

There was one more recurring word she saw when talking about him. Lonely. They kept saying it, even those who had supposedly been attacked by him. Nobody seemed to know exactly how they knew. He was a lone figure, somewhere out in the cold. The cat wondered if she was too late. Did he only show up in the winter? It was getting warmer by then, with spring in full swing and summer on the horizon. But maybe he didn't follow those kinds of rules. Some of the reported encounters were in places that she was pretty sure didn't even get snow, after all. Maybe it was time to pack her bags and make a trip into the nearby forest with her mind full of that seemingly sad, solitary figure to find out for herself.

Of course, it was probably going to be dangerous. Rosalva wasn't like other felines. Something had changed in her some time ago, since the incident. Her body simply had a way of recovering from even the most grievous of injuries. She could survive anything, from what she could tell. And she was pretty sure she wasn't aging either. Maybe he was like her, in some small way. Maybe they were supposed to meet. Or maybe she was trifling with something so incredibly dangerous that even a regenerating kitty like her was putting her very existence at risk trying to meet him. If one thing was for sure, she wasn't known to err on the side of caution.

She got a pack together with some essentials. Which was to say, several books, some flashlights for night reading, and her laptop all loaded up with some downloaded shows and a backup battery. Maybe for other people it wasn't the most practical cryptid-hunting gear, but she was different. She didn't have to worry about a lot of things. Boredom was her primary concern in all that hiking, waiting and hoping. One thing she purposefully left out was a camera of any sort. She wasn't setting out there to capture him, not even in a photo. It was more about meeting him, and ... well, whatever came after that. It probably wasn't up to her.

The question of where to start only occurred to her when she got to the edge of the woods after driving out for an hour or so. There was something of a distinct line, a threshold between roads and walking paths to simple, untouched nature. She breathed in the fresh air, then wiggled her nose a little. Lots of pollen around that time of year. Still, it was fresh, quiet, and seemed the perfect place to meet an especially spooky cryptid. Maybe she was just supposed to ... walk.

Putting one paw in front of the other brought her deeper between the trees, until she was all but enveloped on both sides by the dense, leafy branches. She ended up having to push them aside just to keep going, feeling like she was being embraced by nature herself in the process. It meant ending up with a few scratches on her bare forearms, but those sealed right back up shortly after she got them.

She didn't notice such small things anymore. Maybe she was a little numb to it all. For all her technical invulnerability, it took a lot to actually give her a thrill anymore. She liked to think she was out there for more than just thrill-seeking, though. As she pressed deeper and found herself shrouded by the sun, she shivered a little.

It wasn't exactly chilly. Maybe it was more the thought that she was truly getting in over her head, for once. Maybe she was trifling with forces that weren't meant to be trifled with. Ever since she first learned of the creature she sought, she felt like he'd been watching her. Did he want to hurt her for knowing of him? Could he harm her beyond what even she could recover from?

Such worries were new to her. Or at least she couldn't remember the last time she had them. They were pushed to the back of her mind when she saw the red. The colour flooded her vision all at once as she crunched through the woods. She wasn't sure how she hadn't noticed it before. Looking up, the crimson leaves stretched as far as she could see, making up a canopy above her even as she stepped out from the dense branches into an open clearing.

She stopped to slowly spin herself around, holding her hands out as a breeze passed through the autumn colours, leaving some of those fiery, blood-red leaves raining down on her like petals from a striking flower. The forest looked like it was on fire at a glance, all red and orange and yellow for as far as she could see - including the way she came. The air was different when she took a deep, sampling breath. The warmth was gone. A faint icy scent told her the chill of winter was just around the corner.

Finding herself in that new place, that new season, she found she could only come to one conclusion. Something was near. Maybe it was him. Maybe it was something else. She found herself scanning the trees in every direction at once, looking for movement, for the silhouette of the creature she sought. But she was only going on descriptions. She didn't know exactly what she was looking for.

The breeze rustled the branches and brought the wintery aroma to her nose again, leaving her sniffing, welcoming it. The air grew damper, colder. She could feel it on her bare legs, her arms. Her outfit wasn't exactly meant for such temperatures, but she wasn't worried, even when she saw the fluttering of the first snowflake in front of her face. She reached out and caught it on her palm.

More followed. It was gentle at first, but it built as she stepped back as if stunned by the inexplicable change. Though she wasn't too shocked by it. If she could exist as a regenerating feline, then so much more was possible in the world. When she stepped back, she felt a crunch beneath her feet. The fresh snow coated her hiking boots but thankfully didn't soak through. She kept her paws dry as she marched through the winterscape that unfolded before her eyes with every step.

Something still compelled her on. Something drew her deeper into the forest, even knowing the danger, no matter how cold it got. The cat clutched her arms to her chest and trudged forth, listening to the sound of increasingly deep snow getting compressed beneath her boots. She kept going until she heard the song.

It started as one voice, deep and solemn, but more like it quickly joined in. She listened to a whole chorus of haunting singers wordlessly harmonizing in the distance while she stood there gathering snow in her hair beneath the trees. It was dark. She'd noticed it getting dimmer, but only then did she realize it was fully night. No stars. No moon.

Even her feline sight couldn't help her much there. She stopped and pulled her pack around front of her to rummage through it for her light. It clicked on after a few whacks. Only then did she see the trailing of red through the snow. Those weren't leaves.

The song grew close while she clutched her flashlight tight in both hands. It was cold in her grip. Sometimes the beam flickered. It occurred to her only then that she was giving away her location. Maybe that was a bad thing. She couldn't tell which direction the voices were coming from. All the directions. He was everywhere. They were? She thought she was only dealing with one creature, not a whole pack of them.

Her heart was fluttering in such a way she hadn't felt in years. Her hand trembled. Eventually it was too much for her to even hold onto that light anymore. It fell to the snow and she left it behind along with her pack, taking off in the first direction she chose.

There was another source of light. She saw it flickering in the distance, seemingly artificial despite the natural surroundings. It made her think about ... a room. A certain room, with that one damn lightbulb, and that ... no, it was gone again. Buried away. Nonetheless, seeing it almost made her trip and fall.

There was something familiar about that place up ahead, and she didn't like how it made her feel. The sensation of something clawing inside her mind was as frightful as the approaching song. There was death behind her, and something worse ahead, something she never wanted to see, never wanted to remember. That she recognized the voice who called to her from there made it so much worse.

"Rosalva!"

"No!" she cried in response, shaking her head, trembling all over. She quickly changed directions, turning to the left even if it meant letting her pursuer get closer.

Panic like that had become a distant memory for her, but there she was sprinting off while feeling fear like never before. The song was slow and sad, but she felt such dread, such threat behind it. He sang to her while he hunted her, chasing her down through the endless winter. She staggered and she stumbled, barely able to see what was ahead of her.

The scent of ice and blood was in her nose. She grit her teeth. Her clothes were soon torn nearly to shreds for how many scrapes she acquired brushing past those many branches. They were like thorns when she collided with them at top speed. And behind her, there was another set of steps. They were much heavier than hers.

Drumming like a marching army, those hooves approached her from behind while she scrambled to get away. There was no stopping her. Even knowing she would probably be okay, that no harm that came to her would last, she found herself terrified of being caught. The song faded then. The creature dropped his voice into a resonating snarl, a sound like the scraping of bone on bone, yet somehow wet all at the same time.

She had to cover her ears. Even in the middle of a desperate sprint, she cupped her palms to her head to shut out that awful sound, panting, gasping, forcing her way through the knee-deep snow that kept her from going any faster. Even still, she managed enough speed that the collision was nasty.

Nobody could have really blamed her for running face-first into a tree. Not when she was madly fleeing in the dark like that. Still, she hit hard. The blow to her muzzle knocked her head right back and took her off her feet, leaving her collapsing onto the cold, hard ground with a bloody nose. The coppery taste on her tongue was a familiar one. She laid there, defeated, and a little embarrassed too as a skull darted into her view. There he was, standing above her, blending with the snow itself.

She got a few moments to admire him through her blurred vision. Despite the darkness, she could see him so very clearly, taking in the sight of his elaborate, shifting antlers, his snow-white fur and night-black fluff atop it, and the seemingly hollow, empty eyes in that deer-like skull. Deer-like but for the fangs, anyway. She counted them. One, two, three, four long canine teeth protruded from his jaws, framing a dark, dripping tongue that wriggled within his hollow maw. She wanted to say something

"Hi," she managed to squeak out. Then he attacked.

There was no ceremony, no warning. He was an animal when he mauled her. She felt his teeth digging into his flesh, ripping into her chest, gnawing right through one of her ribs. He wrenched back and tore off one of her breasts in one bite. His claws stabbed into her sides to keep her from getting away. She struggled. It was just instinct. Her flight had failed, and so her brain told her to fight, with all she had left in her.

It didn't prevent him from chomping off another piece of her, this time from her shoulder, shattering through the bones there until her left arm fell limp and numb, rendered useless by his bite. Her own blood rained down upon her while he sloppily chewed up a piece of Rosalva meat right above her, crouching over his prey while he devoured her alive.

The violence of his hunger meant there were chunks of her littering the snow, painting it red as she bled enough to leave any ordinary person passed out by then. She remained conscious, squirming as he lunged for her again and again, stripping her flesh, crunching her bones. There was desperation in his feeding as he swallowed piece after piece of her, a hunger that simply couldn't be controlled.

Part of her hoped she was at least proving satisfying, while the rest of her gritted her teeth and dealt with the massive destruction being inflicted upon her. Though there wasn't much sensation left in it, she felt his grip around her left wrist, and then she got to listen to the squelching and snapping as he ripped that limb clean out of its socket.

A spray of gore erupted from where her arm used to be. It didn't take him long to feast upon it. He tore the meat off like it was an especially satisfying chicken leg, and he ate her bones too. She was being thoroughly, utterly devoured, and she wasn't healing it back fast enough to keep from vanishing down his gullet entirely. A claw easily sliced into her belly like a razor so he could unfurl her guts, could pull out her organs and shove them into his jaws like he was starving.

She was losing track of which part was which, but she was pretty sure he tore out her stomach, her liver, her kidneys, crushing and chewing them all before they vanished into his gut. His pretty fur was all stained with her blood by then, as was the naked skull that was his face. He was soaked in her for the ferocity of his feeding.

If she wanted to, she could have died by then. Normally, she could choose to let go after being mortally wounded, or she could cling on in a low-energy sort of state until she regenerated. This time, she wasn't sure just how well she was going to heal. She'd been torn up as badly as this before, but there was something about him, something about the deep, endless void that was his appetite that left her glimpsing death like she never had since acquiring her powers.

Maybe it was really it. Maybe he was the one meant to kill her for real. She tried to cling to consciousness for as long as she could, but eventually she was going to run out of stamina. If he didn't just finish her off first.

She was torn open, her organs splayed out in all directions, missing a limb, and all she could do was bleed. She wasn't healing any of it, or even showing signs of starting the process. Maybe he was simply more powerful than her. Maybe he knew how to turn it off. When he reached down and grabbed her by the head, clutching her skull between both hands, claws digging into her temples, she wasn't sure how to feel.

The intensity of being devoured by the snarling, bloodstained beast was unlike anything she'd ever felt. If it was her last sensations, then she had finally found the thrill she sought. She felt her neck trembling as he began to twist and tug, snapping tendons and vertebrae as he moved to rip her head right off.

It didn't come cleanly. Her faint struggles ceased when he snapped some vital connection, then pulled until her skin tore and her muscles shredded, tearing her right off her spine. She could still feel it. He clutched her head in both hands even still, bringing it up close to his face. She could see him.

He was drooling her blood, mixed with some sort of thick, dark saliva or slime. Then into his jaws she went, that separated head fitting neatly between her teeth, clinging to her last sensations until he applied enough pressure with his teeth to crrrrrrrrnch right through her skull, shattering it and mashing the contents to mush all in the span of a single bite.

He loudly, messily chewed on her skull a little longer, cracking the remaining bone in the vise-grip of his fangs, then swallowed it like the rest of her. Then it was back to the feast. Perhaps there was the shortest pause to take in the moment of her death, but his hunger won out. He hollowed her out, devouring each and every one of her organs in turn. He gnashed his way through her flesh and broke her bones in his brutal bites.

There was nothing but the mess he made by the time he was done eating her, stripping her down to her skeleton and then eating every crunchy mouthful of that as well. For at least a time, Rosalva was completely, utterly dead and gone, existing as nothing but the bloodstains on the creature's snow-white fur, and the shredded meat deep down inside the ever-hungering one's stomach. That was how she would remain, for as long as he willed it.

She woke up in his arms. It felt like she'd been sleeping. Her wounds had healed, but the bloodstains in the snow weren't gone. She could still smell the faint coppery scent. Leaning back, she buried herself in his fluff without even thinking about what she was doing. He was big, he was warm, and he held her close enough to keep the cold from touching her naked form.

Only when she cleared her mind a little did she realize where she was. The very beast who had torn her apart and devoured every last scrap of her was gently hugging her while she woke from her healing. She gave a startled jolt at the touch of his claws and he swiftly pulled them away.

"Sorry."

His voice was deep and hollow. It had a certain rattle to it. She perked up at that single word and tilted her head back so she could get a glimpse of him. He was still the same creature - hulking, slender, faceless. But there was something different about him.

"You're sorry?"

"I am. You don't have to accept it if you don't want to, though. I am not proud of the way I latched onto something I should not have used against you."

She blinked. It wasn't quite what she expected to hear from someone who had recently torn her to shreds and eaten her alive, but it was welcome nonetheless. She slowly turned herself around to face him, finding him sitting back against a tree, lean as ever. A head of long, shiny black hair drooped over much of his face, interwoven with his antlers as they creaked and twisted in on themselves every moment.

The blood on his fur was gone, as was any evidence of him being full of chewed up cat. Either he'd quickly absorbed her, or she'd been dead-ish for a long time. Of all the gruesome demises she'd gone through in her extended life, that one was different.

"Oh. Well. It's okay. I'm okay! See?"

She held up her hands and wiggled her very much intact fingers at him. For someone without a face, his smile was surprisingly bright.

"I see that. You are different from the others."

Her face fell a little.

"Oh. Is that okay?"

"Of course. It was much easier to get you back in one piece after I was ... done."

He nearly trailed off at the end of his sentence, sounding embarrassed. Rosalva just cheered up again and reached out to touch his bony nose. Boop.

"No, no it's okay! Is that like ..." She stopped and pondered how she was going to say what she meant to say. "I guess, you like, couldn't help it, right? A boy's gotta eat."

The creature slowly nodded.

"It is like that, yes. But there is also some part of me that revelled in it. The fear. The anguish. The violence. Perhaps a part of me is simply cruel for its own sake."

If that was supposed to make her mad or scared, it didn't work at all. She just gave him a smile.

"Well. I forgive you! You gotta do what you gotta do, and as you could tell, I get better. Do you feel better now?"

The creature slowly nodded. "A small amount."

"Well, that's no good! If you have to do it again, I'm happy to help really. You seem really nice when you're not tearing my guts out. I'm Rosalva by the way!"

She offered her hand. He regarded it a moment, then wrapped one of his own around it, encircling it with his lengthy fingers.

"Oghden."

She flashed him a grin. "Can I call you Oggy?"

"You can."

"Well, Oggy," she began, and started to scoot a little closer. It was only then that she noticed something.

Being eaten by him was horrifying in a way she so rarely got to experience anymore. Some part of her had definitely liked it. That particular part of her had been absolutely rock hard ever since she'd woken up in his clutches, and she wasn't getting any softer. It was the most advanced form of morning wood she'd ever experienced, and becoming aware of it made it almost unbearable. Stiff, engorged, even a little drippy without any sort of stimulation at all, she made it abundantly clear how much she'd enjoyed his rough treatment, in her own way.

"Uhh ..." she stammered, glancing down.

"Don't be embarrassed. We all have our cravings," Oghden softly told her with a light pat on the shoulder. "I do not usually get such a positive response. Most do not forgive me, much less lust for me."

"Ahhh, well, I mean ..." she began, rubbing the back of her head, wondering just how much she was going to confess to him. It wasn't like there was anyone else there to judge her. "I guess, being how I ... am, I start to get bored a little. That's why I was looking for you. For some excitement. And I got it."

"I am glad I could satisfy you, in some way," he softly said. "But that was a dangerous decision, Rosalva."

He still seemed a little ashamed of himself, so she waved her hands at him. "No, no, I told you! I wanted that to happen. I even got a little scared at one point. Well, maybe a few points. I don't get to feel that very often anymore! And anyway, um. Well. Was I good?"

He nodded to her.

"Welllll," she went on. "Maybe, like. If you want to - and you're still feeling hungry ..."

"Always," he told her, which made her feel a little sad for him, but all the more confident about her offer.

"Maybe you'd like to do it again? And I was thinking maybe first ..."

She actually made him chuckle. It was an odd, raspy kind of sound but she was pretty sure that was what that was.

"You don't need to feel bad about what's in your head, Rosalva. I already know."

"You do?" Her eyes went a little wide.

"Of course. I ate it after all."

That was - was that a joke? Did the haunting forest dweller just tease her? She stared at him a little, then finally just laughed. For whatever reason, despite the blowing winter wind, she felt warm. She just wanted to give the big sad beastie a hug, and so in lieu of further comment she just leaned close and put her face in his chest fluff. Her voice came softly.

"Does it hurt when you're not eating someone?" she asked, suddenly concerned for him.

"I am used to it."

"Is it hard to hold it back?"

"Sometimes. I am not always who I wish to be. But I can hardly say I am not myself in those times."

"Would it help if I just said ... you could let go, with me? Let it all out. There's no need to be nice. I don't mind if it hurts."

He gave her a long look. There was something spooky about it. Aside from it being a stare from a skull-faced monster, anyway. She felt for just a moment like she understood the intensity of his inner strife, of the endless, ravenous hunger deep within him, beyond anything she could have ever truly fathomed. A mere glimpse was enough to intimidate her, just a little. Maybe she was offering more than she even thought. Maybe he was still dangerous, no matter how nice he seemed to her. Finally, he gave her a slow nod.

"Please be sure you know what you are suggesting. If I am to loosen the chains even for a moment, I will not get them back on until I am done."

She nodded vigorously. "Yeah! That's what I want. I just ... I want to help you feel good, at least a little. And um. Well."

She let her gaze stray down. He'd been naked the entire time, and she certainly hadn't failed to notice that particularly ample set of balls, or that plump sheath. She wanted him. Some part of her was just a little nervous to say it.

"And um well, you're really hot, actually, in case you didn't know ..."

Some part of her braced for the consequences of saying such a thing, even if he'd already told her it was fine. Would a monster judge her for being a monsterfucker? Probably not. Yet she still gave a little yelp when he moved so suddenly to snatch her by the rump, tightly gripping those cheeks, digging in his claws a little. He let forth a deep, powerful rumble and spoke in an echoing voice that made her absolutely tingle.

"Rosalva, you luscious feline - I assure you am barely suppressing the urge right this moment to fuck you until you are little more than a stain on the snow."

She chirped her excitement at him. "Do it! Do it do it do it do iiiiit ..."

He gave her nothing more than a growl. It was that same hissing, piercing, bellowing sound that had so intimidated her before. It was still scary, but it made her horny too. He lunged towards her with a roar and knocked her flying. It didn't take long for him to pounce atop her, going from dormant, peacefully sitting there to pinning her beneath his superior bulk. She felt his claws digging into her shoulders while he shoved her down flat on her face, then she felt something slick and warm pressing under her tail. God, she was so hard. At that rate he was going to make her cum just handling her like that, before he even fucked her.

She couldn't help a little cry when he so forcefully penetrated her. There was nothing tender about the way he handled her, and yet she swore she felt affection in his aggression anyway. Maybe that was just wishful thinking. Either way, she got that slick, fat cock shoved inside her almost all at once, sliding smoothly on the ink-like coating of dark goo that seemed to ooze from him.

It was like there was some other creature living within the guise of a hollowed out skull-deer, something slimy and eldritch. Though whatever he truly was, she knew that his dick felt incredibly inside her, especially once he bottomed out, slammed her with a knot fatter than her first, and set her to jiggling with the sheer force of his violent, impactful thrusts.

It didn't take him long to break her spine. That was the natural effect of his full-strength slams, ramming that cock her butt while he battered her with that battering ram of a thickly engorged canine bulge. Her lower back bent in an unnatural way and there was an enormous SNAP that left her legs going numb. She still felt his dick though, most importantly.

A hand on the back of her head shoved her face in the snow while he violated her, rutting her like a beast, like the monster he appeared to be. It had been half a minute of violent monster sex and was already twisted, mangled, covered in clawmarks, and soon bitemarks too once he got his teeth involved.

He wasn't eating her yet. Instead, he just latched onto her neck and shoulder in one big chomp, giving her a particularly brutal mating bite that saw his fangs pierce right through her scruff and into her throat. A hacking choke came from her as blood welled up in her throat, but she absolutely refused to die just yet. Not before she came.

Bumping that bruised butt up against him, she snuggled into his knot and let it grind on her stretched hole while he viciously pounded her. It didn't take long for that fat bulb to POP inside, pressing hard against a tender little pleasure button, making her cum all over herself while she bled in the snow. The orgasm was enough to leave her screaming - or trying to at least, instead gurgling in her pierced throat as those mortal wounds gushed profusely.

It would have been enough to kill most other people by then, but she endured on, covered in her own spunk, waiting to feel his too. The clenching of her orgasm seemed to help get him off, milking out an ample spurt of juices that might have been a cumshot for how thick and copious it was. But he had so much more to give.

Snarling, clawing, biting, tearing, taking a chunk out of her in the process of lunging forth to jam his entire fat cock inside her body, he made her bulge with the outline of his shaft pressing into her belly, stretching her, ruining her with that knot grinding on her pleasure button over and over, milking even more cum from her own balls while his clenched and harshly twitched against her butt.

When he actually filled her up with his spunk, she felt an immediate welcome warmth that left her feeling more relieved than anything. She wanted to get him off. She wanted him to enjoy her as much as she enjoyed being used by him. That thick load of extra-gooey monster cum was her assurance of that. It sloshed into her belly until she started to stretch and expand with the sheer volume of it.

She was a squirmy little condom, sliced and shredded, grievously wounded but refusing to die. He didn't stop, either. Pumping a load beneath her tail was enough to give him brief pause to snort his steaming breath over her bleeding body, but he swiftly braced himself to thump and slam her down all over again, gliding in the overflowing juices he'd given her.

There was something more than just being full going on inside her. She swore she felt his cum burrowing through her, invading her from the inside, spreading a sensation of warmth and contentment all throughout her form even while he annihilated her pelvis. It was broken in so many places by then it was little more than dust, and her legs were utterly useless beneath her, limply stretched out between the beast's own thighs. He all but broke her in half, fucking her until he'd utterly ruined her lower body, shoving deeper and deeper until he started to displace her guts with that driving knot.

Given her abilities, she never thought it'd be possible to fuck her to death. But he was well on his way. A brutal accomplishment for certain, but still an impressive one, she thought. Her eyes rolled back and her tongue flopped out, streaming blood as she choked and gasped her way through the endless monster sex. He accelerated the process with a grip on her shoulders, pulling her back against that increasingly shattered spine, spreading unfortunate numbness through her body.

Part of her wished she could still feel more of it - but she certainly felt the ripping, tearing, snapping sensation right around the spot where torso met her hips as he dug his claws in deeper to her shoulders, hooking them right through her flesh and bones alike to help him easily bisect her mid-fuck.

She came apart in a gushing spray of crimson. Loosened, battered organs tumbled out of her, knocked out of place by his ramming cock. They flopped to the snow while he held up his prize, letting her drip and pour out her gory contents. His cock was still inside of her. Well, sort of. It punched through what remained of her lower half, bathed in gore, throbbing in the open air.

That half of her was barely even recognizable anymore, pulped by the relentless pressure of his fucking. He pulled out at last, crouching in the snow above her while he turned her dangling form to face her like she was a piece of meat upon those hook-like claws. Then he opened his jaws.

Rosalva couldn't move a single muscle, but somehow she was still conscious. She'd been through worse. Though finding herself w rapped up by that long, flexible goo-tongue and pulled into his oozing maw meant she wasn't going to last much longer. He didn't swallow her outright.

Instead, he bit down on her upper half, crushing her ribs between his teeth, shattering what was left of her spine, punching right through to the other side. He gnawed and chewed on her upper half for a time while his cock throbbed below, wrapping his bloodstained fingers around it to jerk off while he mercilessly mashed her into a chunky pulp between his fangs.

The sounds were truly something. She found a pattern of an initial crnnnnch of him sinking in, followed by a more rapid rnnch rnnch rnnch of him chewing on her. After that, ulllp. More of her went down to his belly as she got processed into paste, into a mashed up semblance of a former cat that was easy to swallow down. His teeth went through her lungs, cutting off her wheezes. Then they went through her heart, slowing that constant bleeding.

She still gushed right to the very end, when he smashed her skull down flat once more and finished mashing his jaws down on her for a while longer until she was utterly unrecognizable. The slathered gore down his whole front side left him more red than white while he finished her with a resounding gulp and set to work on what remained of her legs.

Another meal, another death, and another belly full of feline meat she was. Rosalva didn't get to enjoy the final gruesome moments of it all, but he certainly did. Yet for all his violence, all the bestial satisfaction he took in absolutely destroying her, she still found herself comforted to wake up in his arms again.

She didn't know how long it had been. It was as dark as ever, and he was her warm, snuggly pillow in the cold. It didn't feel like winter as long as he was there, even if he smelled faintly of a blizzard himself. She sank back against his chest and belly, feeling a distinct lack of any pudge or other padding he might have gained from eating an entire cat. Poor thing really was hungry all the time.

"Hey," she simply said.

"Hi."

"Did you have fun?"

"I did."

"You were awesome," she purred, wiggling in his grasp, pressing even closer to him. That meant feeling his sheath against her lower back, and she didn't mind that one bit.

"You were delicious," he told her back, and she giggled at that.

"Really?"

"Of course. I enjoyed you greatly. You're very kind to come out here looking for me, knowing what would happen."

"Well, I didn't know exactly what would happen. Or how much you'd enjoy it." She chuckled. "It really was awesome though."

"Hmm," he began, his voice briefly a chorus. "You are a shining delight in my forest. But I do sense there is more."

"What do you mean?" She found herself suddenly nervous, for whatever reason. Not about him, exactly. Something else.

"I see all those who enter my hunting grounds. Truly see them, that is. You of this world - creatures upon this planet, you each carry with you more than you know. Pain. Burdens. Trauma. The scars of years past. Despite the saying, what does not kill you often latches on and drains you dry until you are gone. They are shackles, always tugging you back. If it would help, I could hold some of them for you."

"Hold them? Do you mean make me forget?" She tipped her head.

"Nothing like that. You will still remember. But you will heal. Your body recovers from all that is done to it. Why shouldn't your mind be allowed the same?

"Oh, but I ..." she huffed, blinking a few times. "That doesn't seem fair. Why should you have to hold onto all that instead?"

"It is my nature. I suffer because I choose to. I could submit to the abyss within, I could be entropy incarnate, yes. It might even feel good. But it would not be me."

"Ohhh, Oggy, that's ... " she started, and her voice caught in her throat. "I don't want you to be hurt."

"It's not the same. It's a different hurt. And besides," he began, then leaned down to lightly draw his tongue along her cheek. "I'm better at it than you."

"Hee, well ...." she sort of giggled. "I believe you, but ..."

"Shhh," he told her, and she shushed. "This might hurt a little at first."

Rosalva held her breath. He took her hand and squeezed. She squeezed back. Then, with his other hand, he made a simple arcane gesture with his fingertips near her chest. For a moment she thought he might have been pulling out her heart itself. Which would have been hot, in its own way, but that wasn't the point of the moment. Instead, he was clawing something less immediately tangible out of her, though for a few lingering seconds it was more painful than anything his teeth had inflicted upon her.

She felt like screaming, but nothing came out when she opened her mouth. Instead, she found herself clutching at her chest, even trying to force his hand away from her, locked in a brief, terrible panic while he tore something out of her, something essential, something she might never get back. He didn't stop.

When he was done, he removed his hand from her chest and held her tight. With his arms around her and his chest against the back of her head, his breath coming slowly, warmly over her struggling form, she calmed herself in time. Then there came that feeling.

She felt as if she was floating, the newly created void within her less and less resembling a wound, but instead feeling like a weight that had been quite literally taken off her chest. Or perhaps from deep within it. She shivered at first, unsure exactly how to respond. There had been something inside her, something deeply, harshly wedged in there, right beside her heart, stabbing, tearing, clawing at her from within, and he had simply taken it away. She had never even imagined how good it would feel to have it gone.

Rosalva started crying.

"Oghden ..." she whimpered through tears.

He just hugged her for a while. There was no need to shush her anymore. She was allowed to cry as long as she wanted, quivering, shuddering with heavy, powerful sobs. His presence was warm, comforting, soft. He hummed a little, a wordless song to her that helped her steady herself, with time. Wiping at her face with the back of her hand, she finally squirmed enough so she could turn around to face him. She saw him smiling a little. Despite having a face ostensibly made of bone, he could express himself just fine. She threw herself at him and hugged him around the waist as hard as she possibly could, still sniffling a little.

"I didn't know," she simply said. "I didn't ..."

"It's okay. Now you do."

She looked up at him with a look of concern. "What will you ... what will you do with it?"

"Whatever I want. It's mine now." His tone was playful.

"Are you going to be okay?"

"I do not know exactly how to answer that. But I feel better knowing I can help."

She squeezed him again. Her arms strained with the effort to hug him as hard as he deserved. It still didn't seem fair to her, that he had to carry something of her own making like that. But she knew he wasn't going to give it back. She was overcome with so many sensations that the most inappropriate one was the most prominent.

Through it all, she was so very attracted to him, in every possible sense. Holding him, feeling him, breathing him, she wanted to make him feel good. At least some fraction as good as he'd made her feel. Perking up, she offered him a shaken, but still flirty smile.

"... I wanna suck your dick."

"You don't owe me anything, Rosalva. This is what -"

She puffed her chest out and gave him a fussy face, asserting herself as much as she could. "I wanna!"

"Oh. Well. In that case." He gave her something like a rasping purr. "I am powerless to deny you."

With her head absolutely brimming with emotions and affection alike, she went down on him with passionate assistance, grabbing him by the hips just to make sure he didn't try to squirm away. She was going to blow that cryptid and she refused to hear otherwise! It was impossible to express exactly what she felt for him in those moments, so she wrapped her lips around his thick sheath and did her best to suck him with all the love she was starting to feel for him. The good boy deserved it. She wasn't going to let him go unspoiled for a moment longer.

She made him swiftly swell as she licked and kissed, filling out that scruff of fur and rolling it back as his cock slipped into her mouth. The taste of it was something exotic, but it had all the unsubtle notes of masculinity she desired. She buried her nose in that dark tuft of fur just above his dick and huffed herself full of his monstrous musk.

The overwhelming urge to be his slut was the driving urge in her mind, and she latched her lips around every inch of his cock she could get. It stiffened and swelled right into her mouth, streaking her tongue with that otherworldly slime, coating her palate in his taste while she eagerly suckled and pleasured the beast who she'd grown to adore.

Just in case she was worried he couldn't actually enjoy a thing like that, he moaned for her. She was pretty sure it was genuine, too. Even the most unfathomable horror enjoyed a good pair of kitty lips working up and down his dick, of course. She threw herself into the effort, sucking, bobbing, slightly choking herself in the process but she wouldn't let that dissuade her.

Casting a fond look up at him, she saw him watching her while she serviced him, clutching his hands together. He looked almost nervous about just letting her do something nice for him for a while. That just made her want to suck him harder.

"Ahhh, Rosalva ... " came his pleased voice. For just a moment, he sounded less like a monster, less echoey, less booming. He was just a big soft deer boy getting a nice sloppy blowjob from his kitty.

She put in an absolutely heroic effort towards giving the best blowjob a feline possibly could. That meant using her tongue to apply lots of extra pleasure, scratching and scraping in what might have been a painful way for someone less powerful. He could take it. She pursed her lips, she swallowed a few inches, gulping on it for extra stimulation. But most of all, she just sucked hard while she moved up and down, faster, harder, bringing those steaming huffs and puffs from his smiling skull. His breath wafted over her, freezing in the air, misting all around her while she sucked him dry. She wanted him to cum in her mouth more than anything in the entire universe right in that exact moment of her life.

Oghden looked so timid getting his dick sucked for so long that it was a pleasant surprise when he got a little more greedy with her. One big hand on the back of her head, claws running through her hair and lightly brushing along her scalp, and he shoved her all the way down on his fully engorged length, making her fit that thick knot between her cheeks even if it meant bulging them out like a squirrel.

She glurked and wiggled a little as she adjusted to how much girth just got shoved down her throat - then she made some even wetter noises as he roughly facefucked her a few times, going from a gentle, encouraging bob to a full-on, indulgent thump of her gullet that left her arms dangling by her side and her eyes rolled back by the time he finally blew his load straight down into her belly.

That scraping roar was as intimidating as ever. She almost didn't hear it, halfway to passing out as she was while he absolutely splattered her gullet with cryptid cum. That stuff was even thicker than the goo that clung to his shaft. He pumped it inside her until it welled up to the point of leaving through her nose as well as her lips.

She drooled it out despite the knot wedged in her muzzle, and coughed even more of it up when he pulled back to lay the tip of his glistening shaft on the middle of her tongue, letting him jizz right in her mouth. Then on her face, painting her in a coating of the anomalous cream while she hacked up the stuff lodged in her throat.

In the end she was absolutely drenched, half-drowned in his seed, letting ropes of spunk cling to her or drip down from her every single feature. Her fur was slathered, her hair was a mess, and she had his flavour and scent deeply embedded in her senses. She shook and wheezed and finally collapsed against one of his thighs while he patted her on the back of the head. And god, was she hard about it. That was exactly what she'd hoped for, and more. She wanted to make that lovely friend of hers blow his fucking load, because even forest-dwelling people-eaters needed love too.

"Guh ..." she groaned.

Oghden gave her a friendly little chuckle. "You look good like that."

"Good ... hfff." She had to stop to suck a breath before she could deliver her punchline. "Good enough to eat?"

"Certainly. Any requests? I am feeling calmer now. Maybe we could take it slower, if you like."

She perked up her ears, which was no small feat for how much cum kept them flattened to her head.

"I'd love that ... "

"Then let me make a meal of you, my friend."

She felt a little flutter when he called her that. And even more of one when he picked her up and flipped her over so he could lay her out on her back in the melted snow around them, gazing up at his looming form. He still looked hungry. She could see that hollow gaze deep within his empty black eyes. But he treated her much more gently as he came down to nudge his bony snout against her cheek, and lick her on the neck with a thick, ultra-long tongue. Her lip started trembling, and not from fear.

"Where shall I start?" he casually asked, as if he was about to give her a massage. He was, in a way.

"A-anywhere you want, Oggy. Whatever you want most ..."

"How about these?"

He took her by the wrist and brought his hand towards his jaws as if about to kiss. A skull wasn't the best at smooching, but he did the next best thing. A lick along her palm, and he placed her fingers between his teeth. One smooth, slow bite snapped through all four of them at once, taking them right off at the last knuckle so he could gulp them down. She shivered a little, already even more turned on, radiating her approval and lust alike even while he licked up the blood spurting from those fresh wounds.

Onto the other hand he went, and this time he savoured her even more. Curling his tongue with a snakelike grip around each of her digits in turn, he drew them into his jaws and snapped them off one by one. For the briefest moment, she saw him twitch whenever he inflicted a little more violence on her. A little quiver of the beast within, perhaps. She knew he was suppressing the urge to simply tear her in half again, and that made her appreciate being ever so slowly eaten like a gourmet meal all the more. To her, it was even a little romantic. Maybe. If he was okay with that.

He finished off by biting off her hand at the wrist, letting her watch as he gave it a few crunches before the satisfyingly gory gulp. Then it was her toes, nibbled right off in dainty little bites. There was enough power behind those jaws that it was effortless to take another little piece of her, but he moved slowly, carefully, as if to make sure she knew he enjoyed every part of her.

Though he did indulge himself with a great big chomp on one of her feet, easily but messily severing it around the ankle for him to chew on for a while. She watched him munching on that chunk of flesh in his teeth, dripping and staining himself red all over again with the equivalent of hearts in her eyes. He just looked like he loved eating her so much.

A tug on her tail made her a little squirmy, but mostly she was stretched out in awe, just watching him work, feeling so very loved upon. Even when he tore that long, fluffy appendage right off, tugging it until it snapped so he could toss it in his mouth and slurp it away like a noodle, bleeding all the while.

She was gushing plenty of blood by then, though nothing was especially grievous. It was all very survivable, at least for someone like her. Of course, he wanted more. He took her by the wrist - the one she still had anyway, and started to pull it up towards his slavering jaws.

Rosalva found herself vaguely thinking about one of those electric pencil sharpeners as she watched him eat her entire arm from hand to shoulder. He chomped and crunched his efficient way up along its length, inch by inch, completely annihilating whatever piece of her found itself between his teeth.

Her bones ended up every bit as pulverized as her flesh, all mangled down to nothing in the blender of the monster's maw. He got perhaps a little out of hand for just a moment, gnawing faster, gnashing, huffing, growling his way up to her shoulder before he finally calmed himself, leaving her limb nothing more than a shredded nub where an arm used to be.

Straightening up, he gave his head a shake, trailing blood and gore down onto her. A showy lick across his skeletal chops made her huff for him. There was something so very hot about that. She was still staring at him, still admiring him every moment he worked her over. He tapped his chin with a claw, producing a subtle scraping sound, and hmmed while he examined her up and down.

"Pardon my excitement. Now what next? Something I haven't tasted just yet. Something precious."

"Mmmm ..." came her moany little whimper. She was far too caught up in the moment to even make a suggestion.

The throbbing arousal she felt while she watched him do what he did best was enough to make his mind up for him. He glanced down at her pulsing shaft, and gave another swift lick along his bloodied fangs.

"That will do."

She didn't make a sound while he seemingly went down on her. Of course, that skull-mouth was hardly one for sucking. Instead, he cupped his tongue beneath her balls, scooped them into his jaws along with her cock, and bit down slowly, smoothly, slicing through everything at once as easily as if through the melting snow.

Her precious flesh was easily severed, bitten off in a single snap of those jaws. He drew back just to let her catch a glimpse of him holding those genitals between his teeth, gushing out the pent up blood of her desire. Then he crushed them in his jaws, mashing them down flat to swallow down like the rest of her he'd already eaten.

"Ohhhh ... ohhh god ..." she gasped. It might have been called orgasmic, but not in the literal sense, not with that gaping wound where her dick used to be.

"Something tells me you enjoyed that" Oghden observed, tipping his head curiously while casually drooling her blood down his chest.

Easing down over her, he dug his claws into that ruined mess of flesh where her cock once was, wiggling his fingers inside to stretch and widen the wound he made. It wasn't directly pleasurable in the usual sense, but Rosalva whimpered and cried out desperately anyway, pressing her hips up towards him, urging him to press deeper, deeper. She wanted to be penetrated by him in a whole new way. She longed for him so very much. The forest dweller simply offered a soft, stained smile as he mounted over her.

"F-fuck me ... " she managed to gasp out.

"I can do that.," he assured.

Pulling out his fingers, he licked the gore stuck to his claws and instead laid himself atop her, pressing his firming cock against that ragged wound that had been her genitals. It was far from a vagina, but it was going to serve as one for a little wild. He stuck his goo-coated cock into her body and bathed it in her blood, slowly thrusting right down to his swelling knot, letting her feel the whole thing bulging in her belly while leaned his head down just to puff in her face. Drooling, dripping, rumbling his pleasure, he fucked her wound while she wriggled in excitement, eyes glazed with desire for him. The schlick of his shaft sliding in and out of her was perhaps grotesque, but it was music to Rosalva.

"Ohhh, Oghden, ohh Oggy ... more ... I want you to have everything ..."

"I will," he said, and firmly. There was no denying him once he started eating.

Reaching for her side, he latched his claws onto one of her ribs, digging through her skin to get a grasp on it. A few swift tugs snapped it off as he tore it from her chest, tossing it into his mouth to crunch to dust, raining fragments down on her face. Breaking off another, he snapped that one in two so he could suck it dry, drinking her marrow, then crushing the container it came in. It was all a precursor to outright splitting her open, to shredding her chest and digging into her guts for some treats they could share. Well, share in the sense that she got to lie there, awe-struck, and watch him lovingly eat her organs one by one.

For as ravenous as he was in previous feedings, he could be surprisingly surgical. Even fucking her the whole time, he worked precisely to unfurl her intestines and dig into what lay beneath. A grasp of her liver made it almost burst in place, but he pulled it out before that. Gripping it, he let her watch him lick it, let her watch him slowly lower it into his open mouth and gnash on it like it was a juicy treat. One of her kidneys got much the same treatment.

He even went so far as to pull out one of her lungs, which choked off her moans and left her gasping, wheezing, hacking her way through the process of getting her mutilated body fucked by the ever-hungry creature. He savoured each and every one of her organs he ate, but none more so than her heart. A little smile appeared on his gruesomely slathered features when he wrapped his fingers around it, clutching it so tightly as to make it stop beating for as long as he held on.

"Will you give me your heart, dear Rosalva?"

She nodded vigorously - or she tried to, at least. It was actually more of a little quiver of her head. Close enough.

"Thank you."

There was something so sincere about that. She trembled a little. Part of her wanted to cry again, but not because it hurt or anything. She was just happy to be with someone who understood her, who didn't think she was weird for liking what she liked. And she certainly appreciated the metaphor when she saw him tug her heartstrings quite literally, snapping that vital organ from the partly hollowed cavity that was her torso. He held onto it for a time, and it still beat in his grasp. She wasn't sure if that was her own powers, or his doing. Maybe it was a morbid little joke on his part. A slow, tender lick across its surface, a tender squeeze, and he finally started to eat it.

He could only stare at it for so long before his hunger welled up in his throat. Somehow, she survived the whole process, still conscious, still seeing just fine as she watched him dig her teeth into her still-beating heart, piercing it and making it spray its pressurized contents in every direction. He ruptured it in the process of slowly squeezing his jaws down on her heart, gushing a squirting of blood right in her face. She sputtered weakly, only disappointed she didn't get to see the last few chomps before he swallowed that ruined organ down.

From there, she started numbing, but not before she felt the warmth of his cum inside her makeshift womb, of sorts. He poured it into her open wound, mixing it with her blood while it overflowed from that gaping hole, then pulled out to squirt the rest of that dark spunk into her open chest, where several organs used to be. He was killing her and cumming on her in the process, and she loved it so very much. Maybe she even loved him, she found herself thinking as he came down towards her bloodsoaked face as if for a kiss. It wasn't a kiss.

"You are very kind to me, Rosalva," he quietly said. "I hope you've been enjoying yourself as much as I have."

"Unnnh ..." she managed, somehow.

"Let's put you to sleep. For a little while."

He all but whispered that to her, and then he mauled her. A snap of his jaws over her features, digging into her cheekbones on either side of her head, and he ripped back to pull most of her face right off in a single tug. He made her look a little more like him as he peeled the skin and muscle from her skull, baring its bloodied form to the cold, open area.

She couldn't see anymore. Nor could she feel much at all. He kept biting, kept tearing through her muzzle, burrowing into the bone until he ate the thoughts right from her head. He hollowed out her skull by chewing through her brain, rendering her a little dumber with each bite until she couldn't think a single thing at all. The only thing that remained in their romantic feast was to clean up the leftovers.

By then, she was used to waking up in his arms, so finding herself laid across his lap was a change. Something felt a little different. In a good way. She wasn't sure what it was yet. Instead, she just reached up to touch his bony cheek. It was completely clean of her blood, leaving her wondering just how long she'd been out, so to speak. Or maybe he was just fussy about her seeing him like that. Of course she didn't mind.

"Good morning, Oggy," she simply told him.

"Hello Rosalva."

"You're so good to me. I'm just ... mmm," she huffed, unable to even find the words.

She saw that sweet smile of his spread across his features, somehow brightening up the endless shiny voids that were his eyes.

"I'm glad you had fun. Though I do have a confession to make ..."

She perked her ears.

"Is it a sexy confession?"

"Not exactly." He looked away for just a moment, and she saw that solemn shame come over him once more. It almost broke her heart. "I did not mean to intrude on your thoughts, but I did some probing ... "

He didn't finish. She reached up to nuzzle at his chest a little, purring away.

"It's okay! You kinda ate my brain after all. You probably learned at least a little about me. And besides - I trust you a lot. Maybe more than anyone. I know we just met and all but I'm really starting to feel just ... you know. Something. Whenever you're here. With me."

She realized she was babbling so she pursed her lips to stop herself. To her relief, she saw him nod his head.

"You are very important to me, Rosalva. I noticed something during our last session. You responded a certain way to something - and so I wanted to make sure I was absolutely certain you wouldn't mind a little surprise when you woke up."

He fidgeted just like the cute, nervous boy he was, running his fingers through that silky hair of his. She found herself suddenly wishing she'd brought a comb just so she could brush it.

"You'll have to forgive me for the intrusion. I don't usually make a habit of reading minds, or rooting around through memories, but I delved deeply. I learned a lot about you."

"Oh geez, I bet you found all kinds of dumb stuff ..."

He gave a fond chuckle. "As a side effect, I have strong opinions about all your favourite shows now. Maybe we can talk about them sometime. But there's something else. My gift to you."

The cat just wiggled at him. "Ooh, what is it, what is it?"

"In truth I thought you'd notice by now. Let me show you."

He ran his hands along her body, gently brushing through her fur. She couldn't help but give an excited little wiggle while he groped away. He was so very careful, so very tender the way he handled her. She was feeling warm. And wet.

Maybe she should have clued into what he was getting at by then, but it took until he carefully stroked along the sweet, soft folds of her newly granted sex to truly understand the transformation that had come over her. Up until then, she just thought she was feeling horny differently. She hadn't bothered to glance down to glimpse her shiny new pussy.

"Ohhhh ... " she finally said, her voice filled with awe and emotion alike. "Ohhh Oggy, how did you ..."

There was no need to finish that question. He just told her how he knew. But to think all it really took to truly fulfill herself, to be who she wanted to be, was to meet a friendly cryptid in the woods. She couldn't help but sniffle a little. Her lip quivered. Her eyes welled up. Throwing herself at him in her best semblance of a pounce, she gave him a squishy hug and set her rumbling purrs to overdrive.

"If you don't like it, I can easily ..." he began, and she cut him off so abruptly even that ancient, eternally hungering beast had to pause.

"FUCK ME," she bellowed. Then, in case she hadn't been clear about her desires, she repeated them, letting them evolve along with her innermost urges. "Fuck me fuck fuck fuck me fuck ME ... BREED me breed me breeeeeed ..."

Her voice was a squeaky shriek of desperation as she felt a flood of desire and need alike wash over her as if it'd been pent up her entire life. She arched, she clenched up tight, she flexed and quivered and trembled from head to toe while her new pussy glistened with the lust pouring from those fresh new folds. He gave her a little nuzzle with the pleasant sound of bone on skin and fur, then spoke softly.

"Are you sure? I will tell you the truth - even I am not sure what will become of that. But I will take care of you, whatever happens."

"I want you. I want you so bad. Oggy. Oghden. I need you. I want to be yours. "I think ... I think I love you. If it's not too soon to say that. I really think I do for real, you're probably used to hearing that from everyone though, maybe I'm stupid to even think someone like you ..."

He laid a finger over her lips to ensure not a single word more came out.

"Rosalva. You are special to me. I love you too. Let me show you how much."

There was no need for any sort of fancy position. It was her first time with a pussy after all. He laid her out as before and got on top of her, curling his spine so they could gaze into each other's eyes the whole time. She stared into the depths of those four black sockets and the shadows that dwelt within them, feeling as if she could glimpse a little shred of his soul even in that darkness. She wanted him so much. His hair draped down over her features as he got close to her face, letting him lick at her while she lunged forth to steal some smooches on his skull and fangs.

"God, you're so hot, you're so fucking ..." she found herself cursing, biting her lip while he unsheathed that fat canine-like cock between her thighs.

It was probably better for both of them that she didn't try to speak. Instead, she just took to moaning his name while he ran that gooey shaft up and down her tender new petals, slathering her up until she was even wetter than before. Quivering all over, but especially between the thighs, she was left to wonder if she was even ready to be with him like that. But she was glad her first time was with him. He was gentle, careful, easing her into it a little at a time. There wasn't a trace of the brutality he'd shown her when they were more messily indulging.

Yet he was plenty hard for her. He didn't have to hurt her to enjoy her, despite his nature. A leaking tip pressed pressed slowly inside her made her whimper out, scrunching up her face extra tight while she struggled not to squirm too much. Then she opened her eyes again and saw him looking down at her. His expression was somehow so very soft, for all his fangs, for all his natural menace. She just reflected that loving look as best she could while he entered her pussy for the first time.

She could hardly believe how good it felt. The pleasure reached to every corner of her body, stretching right to her fingertips as he stroked his cock along those many inner nerves. For all the pain she enjoyed experiencing, the pleasure was almost too much for her. A feline yowl escaped her, echoing through the endless, snowy night.

The way she clenched on him, it was as if to stop him from going any deeper, but he kept pushing, kept sinking inside her until she was bulging with the shape of his shaft. She felt limitless, felt like he was the perfect shape for her, tip to knotted base. Maybe he made her that way, the devious beast.

Rosalva could only faintly moan, sucking and blowing air through her teeth in a slight snarl of absolutely mesmerizing pleasure while they made love beneath a thick, ancient tree. It was the biggest one in the whole forest, as far as she could tell. She wondered if there was any significance to that. But mostly she was focused on wrapping her thighs around the waist of the ancient creature, pulling him closer, taking him as deeply as she possibly could even when it meant wetly squelching that knot inside her, and popping it right out again on every stroke back. He was going to drive her mad if he kept making her feel that good.

With him fully inside her, she shook like crazy, clawing a little at his back while he fucked her deeper, harder. She was the more vicious one of the pair for the briefest time, even if her own claws couldn't possibly penetrate his hide. He took her with a steady, thumping rhythm. Nothing too rough. Nothing too aggressive. It was all about making her feel good. Though the constant oozing throb of his cock within her depths told her he was enjoying her just as much as she was enjoying him.

If she had her way, she would have proven the most enduring partner he'd ever had in all his many years of existing. But she was still just a cat. Her sex was all new to her. The rush of stimulation she'd never felt before was overpowering, seizing hold of her from within, making her instincts lock into overdrive as she squeezed on him with the sole purpose of trying to milk him. She wanted his seed. The heat inside her told her she was ready for a breeding, no matter how different she might have been. The image of her swollen up with his offspring - or whatever he was going to impregnate her with - formed in her mind, and it set her into a frantic state that ended with her own climax before he even truly got going.

"Ogh_den!_" she screamed as hard as she could as her pussy quivered its way to a squirting, splattering climax around his cock.

Rather than snarling or rasping like a beast, he gave her a simple moan in response, letting her feel that pulse, that thumping drive of pleasure until it burst within her. He shot his dark seed straight into her womb, gushing for her while she squirted. They made messes of each other as he filled her up, letting her swell, letting her slosh with the sheer volume she helped him make. It stretched her. It bloated her. She was already getting round for him, already looking like his good little pregnant kitty.

It might not have been long, but being beneath him, with his cock inside her pussy were possibly the happiest moments of her life. She had to fight down the urge to cry again. Not that he would have minded.

"You're so good. You're everything I ever dreamed about. I hope I don't wake up. I hope I don't ..."

Her declaration of love for a brief moment spiralled to something more like fear. He gave her a wet lick on the face that left her fur streaked with black goo just to snap her out of it.

"Hey. I'm here, Rosalva. I'm not going anywhere unless you want me to."

"Please ... please stay with me a little longer, if that's okay."

"Of course. My forest is yours, whenever you wish to be with me."

Deeply knotted in her newly bred pussy, feeling his cum taking root within her womb, knocking her up with some sort of half-feline nightmare, she finally just allowed herself to purr. She held him, clinging to him, and savoured everything about his presence. His scent, his touch, his shape - all of it was pleasing to her, no matter how monstrous he might have seemed to someone less open. But it wasn't about that. It was him.

Every thought, every moment spent near him was one she felt her adoration radiating. There was no need to be anyone but herself. He'd always be there for her. And if it meant putting a smile on that skully face more often, she was happy to always be there for him too, snuggled, nestled together in loving closeness, cat and beast, somewhere beyond the world.