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Amethyst's Christmas Tales

December 2023

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Fed to the Lionesses

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by preyitem

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“It is time to feed, my ladies," Wanda said softly, though Alika and Ariel heard her clearly. “Come now."

Relaxing in her favourite chamber, overlooking her gardens and the natural lake and river running through them, she lay back on the recliner, plush cushions plumped up in just the way Wanda liked it. Her thick, black hair spilt over the cushions, a light wave to the hairs, though her tapered ears denoted her elvish heritage: so much more than simply a mere woman.

The two elf slaves before her, petite with perfect, golden hair, well… They had run their course with her. Wanda had enjoyed them and, to be fair, they were cute, all bound with their hands behind their back, legs in an intricate, crisscrossing shibari design. It had taken her some time to reach such a high level of skill, though she used rope, as always, that would not harm her lioness pets if they accidentally ingested any.

“I did not think you were going to dispose of these two so soon, mistress," Alika said, the feral lioness purring and butting her head affectionately up against the elf's thigh. “Is there a reason for this meal?"

“Not that you shall hear any complaints from me," Ariel added, the lioness' eyes sparkling as she eyed up the feast before her. “Oh, they are plump in the belly too… Just the way I enjoy them the most."

The elf slaves squirmed, eyes watering. They had names, but they could not even say them aloud, not even then, not as they squirmed in their intricate bondage, the rope harnesses across their chests and stomachs designed to frame them rather than purely act as restriction.

Oh, maybe things could have been different for them if not for their mistress… And they had been bad, truly, even for slaves. Whereas one of them had been tasked to clean her private quarters and had done an exceedingly poor job, the other had found the store for her chastity keys and, well, hadn't had his chastity cage on much at all, while he'd been alone. Relieving his needs, of course, was strictly forbidden for slaves, but that hadn't stopped him from masturbating, taking what few pleasures were to be offered to him.

All elf slaves, after all, understood just where their ends would come. Those two just had hoped they would have a little more time than they had, fully grown and ready, however, to be taken.

Ariel licked her chops, the feral lioness parting her jaws, dark lips glistening faintly with a hint of saliva. The older of the slaves quivered away from her, eyelashes fluttering, his chest heaving for panting, short breaths, although they would be some of his last.

Mistress Wanda smiled down at them as the lionesses approached, pawing at the slaves and rolling them until they were in a suitable position to feed. Then and only then did they nuzzle into the slaves' cocks, licking and teasing, though the pull of their raspy tongues, even when they were being gentle, was hardly pleasant at all. No, those tongues were rough and designed to strip meat from bone, sparks of pain rolling through them, though it was not as if they had any say in their fate.

Although the lionesses knew how to control themselves, Wanda still smirked at the pain her slaves were feeling, wearing a long, black robe that was open over the chest – not by accident, but because she preferred not to be restricted around her chest. She took a breath, savouring the moment and bringing a drink to her lips. That was the last drink the smaller of the two elf slaves had ever brought to her, though he had still thought she was unaware of his transgressions at that time.

What a silly little thing…

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The older slave moaned and squirmed, eyes wide and strained, though the gag in his mouth stopped him from saying anything, even as he dug his teeth into it. There were no drugs or medicine to dull the pain, not as Ariel feasted on him – or at least began to. He whined, the sound rising from the back of his throat, though he was practised in at least some meditation that would ease a little of the pain.

He tried to slip away as her maw took his soft shaft, the chastity cage having been removed, lips closing gently around him. Her teeth brushed his shaft and, for a heartbeat of a moment, he thought Ariel was going to show him mercy. He thought the lioness was going to show him grace, perhaps give him a few more days to live, allow him that freedom.

And yet he was wrong, very wrong, as her rough tongue scooped down his raw, aching shaft to his nuts, scooping them up into her mouth too for the finest treat of all. For the lion had started with the best, not wanting to save her favourite part of him until last, and bit down smoothly, thinking nothing of the power in her own jaws.

He moaned and cried out against the gag, a part of his mind going blank as adrenaline pumped through him, softening the edges of the moment, giving everything a fuzzy, almost dreamlike quality. A part of him accepted his end, protecting his mind from the horror of what was happening to him, although there was no true escape from the brutality of being eaten.

As if in a dream, as pain blistered through him, he watched the lioness' head draw back, his cock and balls in her mouth. She murmured around his shaft, tongue playing with his severed length, before chewing and tipping her head back, gulping down his most fragile and intimate of parts. Blood spilled from his crotch, the tang in the air catching his nose, though it was Ariel's nostrils who flared.

“Mmm, such a treat," she growled throatily, as if she was purring. “Alika, where will you begin?"

“Mmm, where the best meat is, of course."

She liked to take a good mouthful and poised herself to feed in a lying position beside the smaller slave, though she cared not for his name, nor for what he had even done, or not, in his life. He was just meat to her, just a meal to be enjoyed, even if the flavour of his fear on the air was tantalising. Oh, to Alika, there was nothing like it.

So, she wasted no time, ignoring his expressions while she sank her teeth into his belly, between the ropes, which framed his plump, ready-to-feed gut. He cried out, though she restrained him with a heavy paw on his throat, which also helped quiet him somewhat. It was such a nuisance when her prey was noisy, which was often why they tended to drug them with infusions of herbs beforehand.

Those slaves, however, had earned a harsher fate as she ripped flesh from his stomach, digging her teeth in past the barrier of his muscle and the sweeter flesh beneath. He gave a strangled gargle of a grunt that Alika ignored, gulping down what she had torn free and methodically working her way through his midsection. Of course, there would be the thighs to devour later, but his legs twitched in his bondage and she would snip that from him with a rough drag her teeth soon enough.

Once he stopped twitching and fighting her, of course. Alika preferred meek prey, bearing down on his ribcage with her teeth and parting her massive jaws around his narrow chest. He gurgled blood, eyelids fluttering as he slipped down lower and lower, closer and closer to unconsciousness. Yet that was none of the lioness' concern, as she relished in the sweet heat of his blood flowing between her teeth, cracking his ribs easily and digging down. Yet she did not yet take his heart, still beating and pumping blood around his body, wanting him to linger there a while longer.

Ariel, on the other side, had no such qualms, not even considering her slave as she pickily chose from different parts of his body, taking a strip from a thigh and then using her paw to half-roll him and steal a slice from his buttocks and hamstrings. The tougher cuts of meat, however, were not as pleasing to her and she swiftly moved back up to his stomach, digging in much the same as Alika. She feasted ravenously as her slave whimpered and gurgled sadly, though she would only remember him as a meal and not even as a being with any form of sapience. He was merely food and she was grateful to her mistress for, once again, ensuring her hunger was satisfied.

Alika's slave blinked, closing his eyes against the horror, though there was a sense of peace too, all in being eaten. After all, it was his fate and he had always understood just where his end was to come, shuddering there, though that could have just been residual trauma tremors running through his body. There was nowhere for him to escape to and his world grew dull and soft, as if the edges were unravelling, slowly coming undone as the lifeblood drained from his body.

Ariel's slave, the one who had faced his genitals being eaten first, quivered there, his jaws agape in a silent scream, though his throat locked up as Arial tore into his belly and cracked his ribs, taking his liver and savouring every mouthful of the rich, fatty organ. He faded more and more, blinking awake but not really seeing anything other than the might of the magnificent lioness above him feasting, his blood painting her fur, soaking into it, the reek of his own broken body filling the air.

But it was not for him to hold on any longer, no, not even as Alika took his brethren's cock, unwrapping his shaft from the bondage that kept it neatly presented with a neat hook of his claw. Vaguely, he was aware of the cries, broken and muffled, of his fellow slave, though he knew, in his heart of hearts, he had deserved his fate. They knew what would come of them – and even more so if they ever went against their mistress.

The slave whose body was feeding Alika was the first to go, though not before Alike had bitten through his cock and nuts slowly, taking them all in one mouthful: for her, it was not really a full mouthful, after all. She took her time with him, knowing her prey wasn't going anywhere, her paw resting in the heady mess of blood and guts spilling from his stomach, messing with intestines and other organs. After all, there was a mess to be had in feeding and if that didn't get Alika's bloodlust up, nothing would.

She felt his life force leaving him, a dull edge entering his eyes, the beat of his heart slowing. Gulping down his cock and balls, she savoured the flavour on her tongue, pushing them to the back of her throat before engaging her throat, then and only then moving to his heart. That was another of her favourite pieces and she would feast on the rest of him until there was not a scrap left, gnawing on his bones.

With her lioness friend by her side, she took his heart, plucking it from the broken cage of his ribs like a prize, teeth cutting into it, though there were no longer any nerves to connect it to the slave. Both slaves faded, death taking them, though their bodies had a great purpose in providing sustenance to the lionesses, feeding them so they could remain strong and fuel their muscles.

Mistress Wanda smiled down, her hand between her thighs, lightly masturbating, enjoying the moment. A feeding was always a sight to witness, though she'd have another of her slaves in there, once the lionesses had devoured every morsel, to make sure the room was cleaned up. They wouldn't have wanted any lingering bloodstains, after all, even if those slaves would serve as a warning to all the others.

Still, Wanda rather enjoyed watching them be despatched. There was something carnal about it, something that kept her there, enjoying the show, each and every time.

With many more slaves to feed to her lionesses, there would be so much more pleasure to come too.