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It seemed to be routine to waken the fallen god with the clicking of keys in the door to his cell. Dalkorrd did not even bother trying to massage his headache, knowing that he was once more held tight in the chains, arms above his head, legs forced apart, and his serpent tail hoisted high.

As the door opened he saw a full team of average sized males, each of which only came up to his waist, walking in with a large wheeled gurney. He was about to ask what they were going to do when one of them lowered him enough for his head to be accessible. The one that he assumed to be a leader grabbed his tongue and stretched it out. A set of two slightly springy pieces of wood were slipped on the top and bottom of his tongue, a string binding either ends together, forcing his tongue to stay sticking out.

The team set to work transferring his lithe bulk onto the gurney, unshackling one limb at a time to bind it onto the wheeled cot. Dalkorrd struggled the whole time, until both his legs were strapped to it, and his tail bound to the base of it. As they worked on his arms Merlac and Tsernom entered, the two of them fairly relaxed.

"One of the soldier's has exemplified himself, and is to be meritoriously promoted from a sergeant, to a captain." Merlac explained. "There's to be a feast in his honor, and we need some exotic meat."

Dalkorrd went wide-eyed at that. He had been about to protest before a muzzle was locked onto his face, keeping his jaws shut and unable to speak. The slave whimpered as the gurney was wheeled out of the cell. Marching down winding corridors they eventually ended up at the kitchens where the chef was waiting.

The chef was a big boar, his massive bulk was all muscle though, he stood at eight feet tall, and had four tusks. Dalkorrd recognized him as the chef that had served him as well. The boar seemed not to care who was sitting on the throne so long as he was allowed to rule the kitchens, as he had since even before Dalkorrd ruled all of Hell.

Merlac approached the chef. "Here's the main course, need any help preparing it?"

"Let me get a look at it." The boar ran his hands along Dalkorrd's vulnerable body, the living meat's heartbeat pounding faster in fear as those hands roughly massaged his chest and abs. "Oh this'll make a fine meal. I'll need help with the stuffing later on, but right now let ol' Brutus do his thing." With that the boar wheeled the gurney deeper into the kitchens, with Merlac and Tsernom following behind.

When they reached what Brutus thought was a good spot he slid the gurney against a table, undoing just enough of the shackles to transfer his meat from the gurney onto it. He needed no help as he grabbed some ropes and began to tie them tightly around the base of each of Dalkorrd's limbs, including the base of this tail.

Dalkorrd struggled against his bonds, not watching as Brutus left to grab a large meat-cleaver and a bone-saw. "You see, this one's big enough to make a meal, and a few appetizers. Just need to separate out the portions first." With that, the cleaver was swung, biting into one of Dalkorrd's thighs, just below the tourniquet.

The bound male screamed through his muzzle. The cleaver sliced cleanly down to the bone. With a bit of yanking the cleaver came free, and the boar began cutting more, until eventually the only part intact of his leg was the femur itself.

Setting down the cleaver the boar grabbed the bone-saw and set it into where the cleaver had already broken off a chip of bone. Without pause, once the saw was set the chef began dragging the toothed blade through the bone, causing the live meat to cry out and strain against his bonds.

Eventually, the bone had been cut clean through, and the boar swapped back to the cleaver to cut the rest of the flesh away before pulling the severed leg. Tossing it onto a large platter, he folded it at the joints to ensure it stayed on the dish, before working on the other limbs.

Soon enough all four limbs were sitting on the platter, which was taken away by an assistant to marinate. The boar caressed the serpent tail's underside, before yanking it taught and slamming the cleaver as close to te base as he could.

Dalkorrd roared in pain, and his tail hissed as it waved around uselessly, one end strapped down and the other held. As it was still writhing the chef tossed it into a pot, the lid being slapped on which stopped the sounds of pained and panicked hissing.

The writhing limb was thrown into an egg wash before being tossed into some breading. The severed tail was confused and still in panic mode as it was coated a few times in each before being tossed into a vat of boiling oil to fry up as an appetizer for the guest of honor.

"And now, the cream filling." The chef yanked Dalkorrd, or rather what was left of him on the table to the edge, letting his fat corkscrew-tipped cock slap against the meat's dry tongue, the wooden splints had kept it extended throughout the ordeal. The taste of sweat and cock-flesh lingered in the meal's mouth before the chef slammed himself to the hilt, the corkscrew tip forcing itself down his throat.

Dalkorrd gagged on the cock, his tail unable to breathe for him, he did not know how to properly take that cock, each breath in was cut short, or filled with pre. Merlac smirked and shifted Dalk so that his waist hung over the edge of the table as well, slamming himself into his rear.

"Just leave his slit, he's going to be brought out hanging by it." The chef brandished a meat hook as he laughed, and the other cooks and guests joined in gleefully.

They all took turns breeding his ass and throat, and even the stub that had been where his tail was. Cum oozed out of each hole, and painted his leathery scales.

When the chef returned with the hook, he had a brush and a bowl. Dipping the brush inside he gave the living meat a glaze on his face and chest, getting some in his mouth, nose, and eyes. Then he dug his fingers into his slit to fish out his cock. With a single motion of his knife the former lord was reduced to a lady. Once that was done the meathook from before was slipped into his slit, making a bulge before the tip slid out his front, just under his navel.

Hoisting the cum filled and glazed meat up by the hook, he was set into a rolling stand, hung by his bare groin. Now the glaze was brushed on his back, fluids dripping from him. He was left with his mane intact, as he was left to soak, more glaze brushed onto him each time the previous layer dried.

Blinded by the glaze, his tongue still forced to extend from the splints on it, he could only feel when he was wheeled about. After a short walk, the sound of festive music and rampant partying was heard.

The feasting hall grew quiet as the meal for the guest of honor was wheeled out with much fanfare and ceremony. A hush of anticipation as many licked their lips at the sight of the living meal, though only a handful would be allowed t taste it, and the Lady of Hell would not partake for personal reasons. The guest of honor, a black-furred lion with purple eyes sat at Jynx's right hand at the head table.

"My Lady, gentlemen and women of the court!" The boar chef bowed as he presented his meal, a massive bronze statue of a feral bull wheeled out behind the meat. "I would like to present to you all tonight's pièce de résistance! Brazen dragon! And with the extra bonus of him being part chimera as well! A symphony of flavors in every bite!"

Brutus gestured to the black lion. "If the great Captain Dario would do the honors of giving the meat its final touches?" At that the lion rose and stepped down from the high table, undoing the knot that kept his trousers up and letting them fall to the floor before pulling off his robes and formal tunic, letting them fall to the ground, revealing a rather large black feline shaft already at full mast out of its sheath.

"It'd be my pleasure." The lion threw himself upon the hanging slab of live meat, grabbing Dalkorrd by the mane and yanking his mouth onto that cock to the cheers of the crowd, blood flowing out of Dalkorrd's mouth as the barbs cut up his throat. This final filling was going to be slow as the lion showed of the power of his hips as he slowly slammed into the future meal as a pile of wood was placed under the bronze bull statue.

Releasing Dalkorrd's mane, he gripped him by the hips, claws digging in and leaving welling red lines along the living meat. He face-fucked his meal with a ritualistically slow, passionate pace. When red rivers ran down most of the captive's back, the lion hoisted him off the meathook, yanking his barbed cock from that throat, and slammed his meal on the ground before pouncing on him, thrusting into his ass with no mercy.

The roar of pain as his ass was torn yet again was drowned out by the crowd cheering as they watched Dalkorrd's violation. He felt as the feline's fingers pried open his eyelids, only for a bristled tongue to scratch against them. That barbed cock began to shred his ass open, all resistance literally torn apart. Dario purred as he licked Dalkorrd's eyes into a pulp, eating them directly from his head. "You taste good pretty boy. I think I'll request some time with you after this feast."

Dalkorrd whimpered as the black lion gripped his tongue near the base, before removing the splint keeping it extended. Before he could finally relieve the dryness of his mouth the Dario began to suck on that forked tongue, biting down just enough to anchor it in his own mouth a bit while he sucked on that forked muscle.

Sucking for a bit, Dario bit down fully on that tongue and swallowed it in a single gulp before rolling Dalkorrd over, still on that barbed cock. Gripping his victim by the neck he lifted him up, bouncing the living meal on his cock as his free hand began tracing red rivers across the meat's chest and belly. "I'll let you in on a secret Dalky." The lion whispered, licking tenderly at the hybrid's ear-hole. "I aim to make Jynx my bride. And perhaps rule above her even. Make her my personal slave in the bedroom, at first, before her exhibitionist tendencies bring it out to light."

Dalkorrd gasped in pain, his whole body, or what was left of it, was now running a deep dark crimson with his blood, mixing with the glaze from earlier. Just to be certain, the lion began scarring up the meal's face as well. "Don't worry, I do love her." Dario smirked as he whispered. "But I'll make sure she knows to be a good kitten for me."

Done with revealing his plans, the lion gave Dalkorrd a few more scars under his chin to complete the look. It was more than decorative though, there had to be some way for the steam to vent as the meat was cooked after all. Holding him by his mane alone, bouncing him in Dorian's lap with enough force to almost slip the barbed tip of that shaft out each time, he picked up the pace.

The whole hall was silent, a few of them silently stroking their cocks, or fingering their snatches at the sight of the meat being raped. Eventually the lion roared as he came, filling that ass once more with seed, the crowd cheering at the sight. Yanking Dalkorrd off by his mane, he lifted the amputee up by it, and carried him gasping and crying towards the statue.

Brutus had been preparing the statue, putting wood beneath it, He opened the rump of the statue, which was hollow and Dorian tossed the meat inside with a reverberating thud. The chef slammed the door shut and moved to light the pile of wood underneath..

Even without his sight, Dalkorrd knew what was going on. He was about to be cooked alive! With the main course cooking, the appetizers were served, the head table getting fried snake while the rest of the hall got dragon limbs. Everyone ignored the thuds coming from the statue, as it was not yet time.

Inside the brazen bull the heat was unbearable. Gritting his teeth against the pain as the metal began to grow hot, Dalkorrd propped himself up on his horns, which left his rump in contact with the bronze. He tried to roll around, horns occasionally clunking against the walls. Finally, he could stand the pain no more, letting out a howl of pain.

The whole hall stopped to clap as the bull statue lowed for the first time. Any time he screamed, the pipes in the brazen bull twisted the sound into that of a cattle's moo. A few of them counted out the sounds coming from it, for we they stopped the meal would be done.

It was almost thirty minutes before the bull's lows stopped sounding out. The boar chef waited another few minutes before walking up to the bull. Using a fat bladed metal peel with a long pole the boar shoved it into the bull and fished out the cooked meat. Setting it onto a table he began to carve up Dalkorrd's carcass, starting by severing the head.

The meat was then passed out as the chef carved it, the organs going to different tables. The guest of honor smirked down as his portion was placed in front of him, the full head and heart of the meal. Since Dario had not bothered getting dressed since their little show he gripped that head, and used his fingers to open the esophagus. Letting his cock firm back up he began to shove the head onto his shaft, standing as he did so.

Gripping the horns he slid Dalkorrd's head down until the base of the neck was flush with his sheath, the eyeless sockets staring at the rest of the hall as he shoved the plate to one side and slammed the head down to start fucking it.

The head table shook as the lion fucked his prize, grunting and groaning as he put on another show for the whole hall, but especially for Jynx who sat on his left. Looking at the Lady he licked his lips seductively as thick pre began to seep out of the severed head's lips. Gripping the heart he tore chunks out with his teath, eating it as he put on his little show.

It did not take long before Dario shot his second load of the night, the seed dripping out of the charred lips of the severed head. Yanking it off his cock he lifted it by the horns and tore off the jaw, licking up the seed and boiled off blood he took the full tongue of the former lord into his mouth and bit it off at the base to chew and gulp it down.

Gripping both horns, he yanked them in opposite directions, before the skull was ripped in nearly half, exposing the grey meat from within. Leaning it Dario stretched his jaws wide before sinking his fangs into the steaming grey matter, eating his meal as if it was the last he'd ever have.

Jynx eyed the back lion, biting her lip as she watched him finishing up his meal. Standing, her own meal had been nothing but fruits and vegetables, to avoid accidentally eating bits of her father if they landed in her meal. Tracing Dario's back she purred as she leaned down. "Once he's fully reformed, I want to see you in my chambers, From your little show tonight, I'll need a taste of your cock for myself."