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To be Devoured by Tigers

Part Two of Two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Evergreen North

“I see you've come around."

Machali smiled, sitting on her haunches with her tail flicking. She'd expected him to return, though that was not information that she was due to give to Jack. She'd seen it in the set of his body that day, the shift of his weight, how he'd looked around nervously, even in how their food rations had been smaller. It was a feeding day, not a starve day, but she purred at the thought that her stomach would be full for many days hence after the feeding she was about to get from Jack, all with Taj at her side.

Taj blinked slowly, licking his lips. He could almost taste the human in his maw already, the scent of him ripe and full and thick. It could not be denied when a prey animal was in the near vicinity, awakening deep needs within a tiger, the need to feed coming first and foremost above all else. It could not and would not be denied, not to such an extent that he would feel the pangs of hunger clawing at his belly again, desire coursing through, a snarl and a growl of a feral nature rising within him. It was still there, even after living his life in zoos and safari parks, but one of the great benefits to being a Bengal tiger was his adaptability to new situations and new ways of living. Sometimes, that was all one could hope for but it was everything that the quiet, contemplative Taj had made his own.

Jack swallowed hard, his hands shaking. The zoo was empty, evening having fallen upon the enclosures, the visitors gone for the day. He'd known just what he was doing when he returned, wearing loose, comfortable clothing, not even his normal uniform. He did not want to be so easily identified...later. Yes, just “later". “Later" would do. The end loomed nigh on the horizon and he licked his lips anxiously, the light gleam of saliva quickly evaporating as the cool night air closed in around him.

There were no words to be said, no ceremony to be had. That was not in the nature of prey, oh no. It was not for him to say that he was ready to be eaten: that was for the tigers to decide. It was not submission, not wholly, but something in a giving up of control that Jack had never experienced before. Not de-cluttering, not simplifying his life...but deciding to relinquish his hold over it.

He might survive. He might not. Jack trembled. It was not up to him to decide.

The tigers stalked back and forth along the fence line to their sleeping quarters while he prepared himself, the main enclosure a mix of terrain and foliage in an attempt to mimic their natural habitat as closely as possible. It went without saying that he could barely see in the dark but he somehow managed to fumble his way, without a torch that could have alerted the zoo security guards as to what was going on with him, to the gate of the enclosure. Not that he was trying to escape, of course, but releasing the tigers into the main part of their living space was imperative to his sacrifice of control.

The metal lever creaked, allowing the smaller gate to open, the security pad gleaming with his code. It would be the last time that Jack ever typed it in. Strangely, it was fitting as to his end that his code would remain, showing who had been.

The tigers slipped by, melting into the night. He knew they were there, breath caught in his throat, even his loose, comfortable clothes suddenly feeling tight and restrictive, as if moving in them was no longer something that could come as easily to him. He didn't feel like the tigers, those bunches of coiled muscles, the feeling of the tiger's jaws closing powerfully, dominantly on his hand entering his mind all over again. He shivered. It was why he was there, heart pounding, knowing what would happen – and knowing too that he couldn't do a damn thing to stop them.

He walked slowly through the brushes, wincing as every rustle of cloth and scrape of leaves on his skin appeared obnoxiously loud. How did the tigers move so silently? And where were they? He'd thought that they would come straight for him, claiming their “prize" but they were nowhere to be seen – not that he could see very much at all at that stage anyway.

Hunting. Oh, yes... Yes, that was what tigers did. He was not dead meat to be taken as and when they pleased but a live prey item that could be stalked, hunted, tucked up into a corner where there was no escape for him. Jack licked his lips, barely thinking straight, caught up in a moment that was of his own design and not at all at the same time. He tried not to swallow, tried not to make any noise at all, yet he was an ungainly, clumsy human and they were beasts of the forest, the wild still coursing through their veins with every beat of their hearts.

In the dark, Taj lowered his head, as silent as the night itself. The stars did not speak and neither did the moon but, in the dense undergrowth, neither of them touched his coat. His stripes broke up his outline as he moved slowly, so slowly, feeling out the shape of every twig and speck of earth under his paw before putting his weight on it. Ears pricked, he tracked Machali, spreading out, flanking the human, the man who was to become their prey so very soon.

He trembled. He'd forgotten the thrill of the hunt, the tremor of power. It was not something that a tiger like him should have ever have given up so lightly. Machali remembered it too, power in every coiled muscle, tail striving not to flick back and forth, as much as the hunt excited her.

The man was in their sights, ripe and fresh, throbbing with blood. The beat of his heart pounded a tune.

Da-dum, da-dum, da-dum, da-dum.

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A siren's call could not have been more potent to a tiger. She had to have him, the stumbling fool, weak-minded prey. He was weak of will and yet there was a part of the tigress too that admired him for submitting to his true cause and purpose in life. He had given in to her power and that was something to be pleased by too, for it was not for a prey creature to decide as and when they died. That was why predators existed, her eyes unblinking as she moved silently through the undergrowth, Taj pushing the man right into her path. The unspoken language of the hunt tightened between them, an invisible cord that connected them even while they could not vocalise their communication.

She was the one who would bring Jack down, see him topple to the ground and never get up again. Machali swallowed lightly, resisting the urge to grunt, a more carnal, luxurious kind of excitement pulling through her gut. It was not just a hunt to obtain sustenance, life-giving food, but something to entertain her, to enlighten her life there just a little bit more. The luxury of knowing that a failed hunt would not result in starvation was a more exotic thought to a tiger than one who had never faced such a thing could have imagined.

It was time. She could almost feel his blood running between her teeth, how succulent his flesh would taste in her maw.

Machali steadied herself, taking a deep breath that inflated her lungs, hunger gnawing at the pit of her stomach, though she was not as hungry as instinct told her she was. She needed him, needed to strike down the man, but the time had come as she sank back onto her hindquarters and launched herself through the air.

The crash of undergrowth slammed into his senses, Jack whipping around...and finding himself on the ground. The force of a fully grown tiger slamming into him as nothing to be scoffed at as he gasped and wheezed, breath raking through his lungs and windpipe, though it was still an act in itself that felt laughingly futile, considering the state of things. Machali was full of muscle and brawn and might, her stripes curling elegantly around her body, though even that was merely a garb for the true power that lay beneath it all. Where she was pure muscle and strength, she embodied it completely and utterly and even that could not be shown more clearly than the moment in which her lips closed dominantly over his.

She didn't have to try to dominate him. It simply came naturally to her as she wickedly took a leaf out of the book of humans, doing something to him that she had seen done with others. Only between humans, but her raspy, wide tongue dipped into his mouth and flicked around, seeking out the same pleasure, the control of the moment curling over her. She was in charge and she was in control, nothing to be disputed, her forelegs bowing as her massive form arched down to the human who was destined to fill her belly.

Had there ever been any other use for him?

Taj lunged in, not to be left out, having adequately herded the human into her grasp even without letting onto Jack that he was there. The man would not have said that he had been directed in any way by the tigers, if asked at any point, but that was not the matter as Taj moved over him, ripping Jack's trousers from him with one yank of his head. The cloth shredded and Machali broke the kiss too with a growl, twisting and arching, her sinuous, striped body intent only on one thing.

His sweet flesh. Jack shuddered, his arms thrown out, though he was hardly aware of whether he was facing up or facing down as he was turned and rolled, dirt clinging to his face in soft prickles of damp earth. He spat it out, coughing, but the taste of the tigress' tongue lingered wantonly in his mouth. What he had experienced at night and not wanted to acknowledge once again rose to attention, demonstrating his passion and willingness, even if it was only going to be one last hurrah for a send-off that no one but the tigers would bear witness to.

His clothes were not for him, not for prey, sinking down and down and down into a more submissive mindset than ever. His body was there to be broken as he moaned out their names, wanting them, wanting them to take him, yet even his want was something insignificant in the grand scheme of things, something that could be passed right on by if the tigers chose to. Machali's hot, raspy tongue played over his cheek and neck, tasting him, the rough edges catching and pulling, though she did not yet apply enough pressure to actively hurt him. No... No, that would come later – later but soon too at the same time. His clothes had to be taken, every last bit of them, the outer garb that he simply would not need anymore.

Shreds of cloth dangled from his shoulders, Taj taking a moment to taste him too, though he was less discriminate about where his tongue teased and lapped, swirling around, the salt of the human's scale reminiscent in pearly beads of sweat. None survived, either soaking into the ground, the man's hair or claimed by Taj's tongue. The tiger cared not for the man's comfort, rasping his tongue over him, Machali taking his hand again into her maw, claiming him.

Jack shuddered. There was a less playful edge to how she grabbed his hand. A hand was for grabbing, not to be grabbed. It was yet another thing that reduced him to nothing more than the role of prey to the tigers, a man who was meat and meat did not talk back. Meat did not have any say whatsoever in what happened to it, only acted as a food source, Machali growling as she dug her teeth into his hand, bringing blood and the crack of a broken finger to the sharp forefront of his mind.

Adrenaline coursed through him, though the break was not bad. It would all be inconsequential as he moaned out her name, the tigress moving over him, tongue pulling at his flesh. He was too sensitive, too delicate, for her tongue but she lashed it over him all the same, curling around the swollen, fleshy rod of his cock and forcing his balls to flop to the side. It was too rough an implement to be using around such a sensitive area but, like with so many things, Jack had no say in the matter, grunting and groaning, trying to work his hips as the tigress lapped.

She only pinned him back down with one paw, holding him where she wanted him, the male tiger's shaft sliding out of the small sheath tucked up between his hind legs. He had to hunch, usually, to mount a female in the feline fashion but a man could please his cock in any way that could be seen fit with no need to curl around to get under a tail. Taj growled fiercely, the rumbling, warbling sound flickering through his throat with dark desire, shaft aching, barbed like those of most felines were. Where they were used for stimulating ovulation without a tigress, when in heat, the man would have to handle them very, very carefully.

Jack learned quickly. He knew what a cock in his face meant, even if he had never swung that way before, his hands landing on the feline's shaft only to jerk away when the barbs caught and pulled. The raking was not pleasant if not directly painful, gasping and groaning, stroking Taj's cock, instead, with long, slow strokes, both hands going along with the line of the barbs. They still prickled and stung, for they did not lie perfectly flat, though that in itself was a blessing for him to take the pleasure that he could in that moment still.

He had to please them, for that was all he was there to do, every last tiny little bit of his life narrowing down to what he could do for the tigers. Nothing else mattered as he moaned out loud, though Taj's cock did not trickle pre-cum as he may have expected. The tigers were an entirely different species to humanity and his prey status could not have been more explicit than it was right there and then, each and every breath stolen as it raked through his chest.

Meat. That was all he was. Taj rolled his hips, a purr coursing through him more like a growl, tail lashing the air, wanting and grinding. His lust was not to be denied as Jack explored his body, hands sweeping through the thicker fur of his underbelly, the creamy folds of fluff lying down against his body, though it was as if they would not all behave and smooth down in the right direction. Fur was apt to become ruffled, of course, during such acts but an unkempt appearance was nothing to a beast such as Taj, the tiger's jaws parting as he breathed through his mouth, breath rippling lightly over the flutter of his feline tongue.

Jack kissed the tip of his shaft, tasting, his own rising into the tigress' maw, even though that in itself should have been a dangerous enough act to get him to soften. But she was merely tasting him, at that moment in time, his length holding more allure for her than his hand had. It was, after all, a far more intimate part of his body than a hand and a hand, well...that had its uses too. With hands and feet, Jack could not run away, despite the fact that Machali did not think that that particular live morsel was going to be fleeing any time soon anyway.

She shivered, swirling her tongue around his length, dipping it down, playing with the weight of his balls. He did not want to run, there was nothing in him that quailed in fear, only confused lust for the moment. That was good... That would make it all the easier for her and Taj. What tiger, after all, did not enjoy an easy kill when it came their way? It was deeply rooted into their instinct, enjoying their time with him, batting him about and playing with him even as Taj's barbs scraped more painfully over Jack's lips.

But Taj was not about to let up there even as Jack's eyes watered, streaming faintly with tears that he strove to keep locked away. He didn't want to appear weak even when he was in the weakest position of all, giving up everything he was to them. Thus, he did not stop and suckled on what he could of the tiger's shaft, even as his hands flew up to stop Taj from thrusting too wildly. That cock could plough into the back of his throat, narrower than he had expected and yet still aching with lust, but he didn't want the barbs to rip his tongue, as much of a moot point as it would be very soon.

Jack shuddered. Did it matter if Taj hurt him? Would it simply show his submission all the better to give in to them?

He didn't have a choice. With a low growl, Taj's huge paw closed on the back of his head, shoving him down to the ground. Yet Machali was the one in the way as he sent her off, only taking the upper paw as he was the larger of the two tigers, or else she may well have held her ground against him. There was plenty of the man to go around, however, when it came to endeavours of sexual pleasure, and they were not in the wrong there, Taj chuffing lowly and licking his chops as he scooped Jack up and over onto all fours.

“There... That is how you present yourself to your better."

Machali grinned, her jaws parted as her tongue fluttered with every rasping breath that passed over it.

“You should really not play with your food..."

Taj did not listen to her, not as he hunched over the man's back end, ignoring the shredded cloth strewn around them, that dirt marked Jack's skin in testament to how low he had fallen. A little dirt didn't hurt anyone, not when Jack's end was to be within his maw.

Jack groaned, Machali flashing her teeth at him, lowering her head so that he had the best view of her mouth from where he was. He tried to brace, tried to relax, knowing what was coming, though it was something of a comfort to him to know that there would not be much pain for long, not as the tip of the tiger's dick quested for entry. Jack was not a tigress and neither was he built like one, Taj's cock sliding over his backside, missing and grinding, the barbs catching. Yet even that pain was softened by the sight of Machali's maw, how her teeth glistened with drool, her tongue fluttering, the hot wash of her breath sweeping over him.

He focused on that as Taj struck home, thrusting into him, forcing Jack's body to accept his length. Truly, there was no question about what Jack would do, shoved forward until his head was practically inside the tiger's maw, a lingering stench of old meat remaining within. It was meant to be and, in a strange sort of way, it was comforting too, keeping his cock hard while he pressed his head up a little against the light ridges on the top side of her maw.

Machali's growl was more erotic still, even as Taj thrust, drawing a cry from Jack's lips that he did not mean to give, the barbs raking, pulling, demanding. The male tiger oozed dominance without even really trying, such was the differential in power between them, something that could never, not even the once, be equalised. Jack cried out again and again, eyes brimming over with tears, streaking his face, streaming down, though he still would not have wanted to be anywhere else but that, living out his wildest deepest fantasy in the bliss of sacrifice.

“This is the end, human," she teased and taunted him, relishing in her own power. “No more for you, no more. No more games up and down the fence, no more dead meat feedings... Maybe the next human they bring here will sacrifice themselves to us as live meat too?"

She shuddered in open enjoyment, lapping his face lightly, tongue curling around his ear, saliva soaking his hair. He was hers to enjoy as he serviced the tiger, his paws hooked over Jack's hips in front of his thighs, claws digging in. That there was blood trickling from the pricks of those blisteringly, pointedly sharp claws did not both Taj in the slightest, though his lips did ripple, licking his nose to better pull the scents into his nasal passages and his mouth alike, delighting in them. He needed them, craved them, panting heavily as he rammed into the man, dominating him with short, sharp driving thrusts, though a tiger's orgasm was never a lengthy affair in the approach. Such was the life of a creature designed to mate quickly and melt back into the forest.

Machali growled, turning around with the man on all fours, put at the perfect height for her to back up on. Well, she still had to squat a little but that was not the point as she pressed her sex back to his lips, tail lifted high, the scent glands fragrant but not unpleasantly so.

“Lick, human! Do you not know how to please the queen of the forest?"

It was still playful on her part but the power that she'd alluded to coursed through all the more fiercely, a gasp and a shudder from her heralding the first tentative strokes of Jack's tongue. Jack moaned against her, growing swiftly more confident, his tongue delving inside even as shudder after shudder went through his body every time Taj pulled back. He hadn't expected the barbs to pinch and rake and claw at him like that, like a tiger's paw pulling through him from the inside out, but the pain reminded him of his place there, why he was to be submissive, the tigress' pussy a welcome distraction only from the pain. The fucking, the mating... That he wanted to remember every last second of.

Her juices flowed lightly, his tongue dipping inside, seeking out her sensitive spots, for she was no human woman that he knew how to please. He had to learn and had to learn quickly too, shoving his face up against her and holding on to her back end with one arm looped hastily over her, clinging so that he could better use his free hand. With those fingers, he spread her entrance softly, feeling out the sensitive tuck of flesh, pushed up close to her under-tail area, though the dirtiness of the area, the taboo nature of it, did not faze him in the slightest. He was where he needed to be, serving her, even as his queen growled out her commands.

“Harder!"

“Unff... More fingers, human."

“And the tongue."

He obeyed her every whim, Machali delighting in directing him, tail lashing over his head. Taj's thrusts sped up sharply, the pain mounting, yet the hardness of his cock was not to be denied. He loved it all, every last second of it, though his last seconds were rapidly mounting up, spilling from his palms and over his fingers as much as some lonely part of him longed to cling onto them. As Taj yowled out his climax, Jack's knees dug into the dirt, rooting him in place, bringing Machali to a throbbing, panting edge of a high as she rocked back on him.

Tiger-seed spilt into his anal passage but, alas, he was not sensitive enough back there to feel it filling him, only when it oozed and trickled from his anal ring, when the tiger withdrew. He loathed seeing that cock go, even with the relinquishing of the barbs, though it was a relief for a moment, sure that there was blood too mixed in lightly with the male fluids and not caring one bit.

Machali screamed out a tiger's cry in her climax, chuffing and grunting, twisting her head back and forth. That pleasure had not been hers for so long, needing a more delicate touch, but, oh, how it was worth it! Her juices flowed sweetly and her human toy lapped them all up eagerly, even as her tiger mate, who she had known for so many years, stalked them both, eyes gleaming with lust that he didn't have to hide.

“My turn..."

He needed to say no more than that as he mounted Machali, the tigress yowling. Jack's head was shoved away in a moment as the tiger struck home, scrambling to mount her, his cock finding her sex as if he had done it many times before. Truth be told, Jack had never seen them mate but Machali welcomed his attention, all the same, her hind end rolling even as instinct bid her to tuck it down, to let the male hunch and curl his back end around her to spear her full.

But they were not yet done with Jack, Taj's thrusts hesitating as his fiercely intent eyes locked onto Jack.

“Use your tongue, fresh meat," Taj growled, intent on domination even through his taking of Machali. “More... It's the last thinking you'll ever do."

The taunt struck home as Jack shivered, but it was all he wanted to not know more. He was where he was needed, under the tiger, reaching for the base of his cock where the tuck of his sheath pulled back. He needed to be there, to help the tigers, to serve them as nature intended, nuzzling into Taj's balls even as he thrust and thrust. The time was best served there as he lapped, uncaring of fur and fluff, dragging his tongue up and over even the tiger's more sensitive perineum, a sensation that had Taj shuddered, a rasping growl teasing from his lips.

“Higher..."

Jack grunted. He knew what that meant for there was only one part of the tiger's anatomy that was higher, doing his best to hold onto the male's backside while he thrust. The tiger's pucker begged attention and Jack submissively rimmed him, slithering his tongue around, feeling out the taste and shape of the tiger's body there for the very first time. He couldn't remember the last time that he had ever rimmed someone before either, though the twist of lust in the pit of his stomach was just the same.

“Yesss..."

Machali thrust and ground back at her partner as he filled her, lusting for more, always more. It was needed, so very much so, her sex closing around him, taking his cock deeper. Rougher than a human's tongue and fingers, Machali was not dominated but an equal partner, yowling out her pleasure as she was shoved to a coarse and crude climax on his dick. Her lust was tantamount to Taj's, growls rising, throbbing through the air, and Jack moaned out his delight over and over again, crying out more and more desperately as his rampant length thrust and ground into nothing.

The tigers, however, were not cruel, not in that way. The dominant male thrust and thrust until his high, once more, could not be avoided, spilling a load of cum into the tigress from his aching nuts, surely seeding another generation within her. It was the way of the wild but he did not present his cock to Jack again, his head ducking to prepare the man once more, tasting him, tongue playing out over his backside. But such taboo things were not to be had for tigers as his tongue coaxed its way between the man's rear cheeks, preparing him for more, teasing and cleaning up the tiger-seed that had spilt there, though it was the trickle of blood that had Taj more excited than ever.

The tiger's upper lip twitched even as his mate purred and rubbed against him, back and forth, their lusts rising.

“I think it's time... He looks so ripe...and fresh."

Taj growled, his muzzle buried in Jack's backside, the man moaning and twisting, cock as ready as ever.

“Take him."

It was not the end, not as Jack was forced onto his back, Machali taking the lead in an unconventional way, grinding down on his cock as she practically sat on him. She took his length deep as her sex closed around him and he moaned out loud, squirming and twisting, barely able to hold himself back. Weak, he was so weak, and that could not be helped nor denied, for they were his betters, the ones who controlled his life.

Her tail lifted, showing off her body, the flow of her stripes, how well she moved with fluid ease. It was a motion that a human could not match up to even as Taj descended closer, rubbing his cock and balls over the human's face, showing him just how easily he could be dominated and taken. It was in that moment that Jack truly gave in, letting go of the last bit of resistance that he'd been holding onto, a groan leaving his lips, buried in the tiger's fur. His cock was swallowed up by Machali's cunny, though she was more interested in the ultimate high of control and feeding than the lust pouring through his heart.

She took her pleasure crudely and harshly from his cock, his eyes fixed on her maw and those devious teeth until Taj demanded that he rim him again. It was the ultimate act of sexual submission and Jack was only too eager, even then, to show that he was willing, holding on tight to the tiger while his cock was used. His length was only there to please the tigress, not bringing her all the way to her high before he shot his load, bliss exploding within him, a coursing, throbbing pleasure that made him wonder if he had ever experienced true ecstasy ever before.

It was all that he could ever have wanted. Yet it was coming to an end.

The end could not be denied.

The tigers pressed their hind ends together for his final debasement, Machali panting lightly as she growled out another order.

“Both of us... One more taste for your end, human."

“Fresh meat... There's nothing fresher than you."

He obeyed, submitting completely, his head spinning after his orgasm, though he would not have gone so far as to say that he was delirious. Pain and pleasure had mixed within him and there was no way to go back as he rimmed them both, moaning and swapping between them as much as he dared, the thick taste of their musk lingering on his lips. It would be the last taste that dominated his short life, even overpowering Machali's juices, which he had thought were potent enough to last through it all.

He didn't know just when Machali took his hand again, but there was nothing playful about how her teeth crunched through flesh and bone to take him. His broken finger throbbed in remembered pain, the man falling to the ground, leaves rustling, a dead, wet one landed on his cheek. The old mulch under the bushes was not going to do him any good at the end of it all as the tigers settled around him, seeing no need to announce to their prey what was happening or even the fact that it had come time for him to be eaten. That was not for their prey to know, only for them to bear through as he became a part of them. Even his rimming would prepare them, gently, for his eventual passage through them, reminding their live meat that he was only food. That had only ever been his purpose in their lives and it mattered not to them whether he understood it or not.

Pain crunched through Jack, pain that he had not expected, but turning back was not in his nature, nor in that of the big cats who were hungrier than ever after their liaison with him. There was no better way to work up an appetite, at least in their eyes, as Machali finished her work with Jack's hand, crunching all the way through his wrist with a sickening twist of her head, blood dripping down her maw as she chewed him up and gulped down his hand, bones and nails and all. It was but a small snack to her as Jack's head fell to the side, able to see his handless arm, though it was more carnal still to see it disappear down the tigress' throat.

Food. He was just food to them. The best of it all. That was all he was meant to be.

And the tigers feasted. Blood marked the air and yet it thickened in a way that Jack had not imagined. He had never imagined the carnal scents that could come forth from tigers feasting on a live meal such as himself but was treated to that very intimately as he tried to moan out loud.

Machali was in no rush, however, to end his life, choosing instead to eat him alive. As with all prey, it ensured that the meat was fresher for longer and did not retain that “dead" feel to it. Muscle always grew tougher, after all, when an item of prey had been dead for some time and that could not be helped. That was why live meat and not meat that had been cached for later was so precious to them, filling their bellies, Taj grunting with raw pleasure as he settled by Jack's feet.

“He will not flee."

It was a command and a nuance of dominance that oozed forth from him as if he didn't need to expend the energy on it, not really. Taj grunted as he took Jack's feet into his mouth, one at a time, curling his tongue around them and curiously tasting what the human walked on, day in and day out. Of course, his shoes too had been ripped from him earlier and he was not to wear clothes ever again, though Taj enjoyed taking his time to taste, while Machali's hunger roared, simmering in the pit of her belly.

Pain could not be shunned even as arousal forced his cock back to half-mast, a lure of arousal despite the end being nigh. Jack swallowed hard and gulped back emotion as Taj's tongue tickled his toes, imagining just how well he was going to fill the tiger's stomach, how good a meal he was going to be for the two of them. The tigers deserved to be well-fed, he knew that, but never before could he have realised just how watching all those videos of predators eating, studying their habits, would have come to such a satisfying end for him.

But Taj would not allow him to go anywhere as pain blistered forth, cutting through arousal, his feet suffering a fate. Taj was not kind in how he twisted his head and crunched through bone, tearing shreds of flesh away from where they sought to cling onto Jack's body. Just like that, his foot was gone, though the memory of it remained, legs jerking as if his body thought, in that moment, that he could run away. But the tiger only chuffed a laugh, blood staining his maw, the white slash of his fur, eyes content with his tail flicking. The morsel of Jack's foot was a good chunk to chew and Jack watched intently, not even feeling light-headed, as the tiger chewed, turning his head, holding the man's foot between his paws to rip chunks off, all to disappear down the slippery slope of his throat.

It was not a part of Jack anymore but the pain was as Machali took his other hand. At first, she teased, making him think that she was not going to be so rough with him – but just how could any kind of feeding not be rough? She sucked on his fingers, rolling them back and forth on her tongue, letting him feel every raspy touch of her tongue, how it swirled and, slowly, began to tug at his skin. He knew what was coming next even as she bit straight through, taking his wrist at an angle, blood trickling, though that was not his focus in the moment as shock set it.

Yet not even Jack could have expected the arousal he felt, treated to the so very carnal view of the tigress turning her head, showing him just how easily his small, pathetic hand fit within her maw. When he was so small in comparison to her, it was just as well that he met his end with body of the tigers, Machali savouring the taste of him, crunching through, the crack of his bones splintering almost terribly small when he considered just how much those bones, before, had meant to him.

“Hm... You're delicious. Just as I thought." Machali smirked, licking her chops, the flick of her pink tongue drawing his eyes, as much as his chest shuddered, unable to flee. “Do you not agree, dear Taj?"

Taj was too busy ensuring well and truly that Jack was unable to make good on any escape, taking his second foot as Machali had his hand, though the lunge and the formidable snap of his jaws sent a tremor through Jack like nothing else ever had. He didn't know whether he was dizzy from blood loss or whether something else was at play but he didn't want to know either, moaning, letting it all happen. Submitting to the predators, still, was the best thing that had ever happened.

Adrenaline coursed through, his heart futilely beating in the last vestige of an attempt at life, but the flow of adrenaline did numb the pain. Arousal helped too, his shaft pulsing, still aching for more, his final hurrah going out in style. Once his extremities were taken care of, the tigers could feast, for there was no sense in talking to their food when it was panting so heavily too that it was doubtful that it could be at all entertaining conversation.

His thighs went first, as if they were trying to keep him alive for as long as possible. They took their time even though they feasted, in no rush to see him devoured, yet savouring the slurp of strips of flesh entering their maws. Bones splintered as Machali groaned, closing her teeth on his leg and shaking him, though Taj was more concerned in the chunks of meat that he tore forth. Steadily and methodically, however they chose to feed, they worked away at his legs, the muscle tougher than the flesh and yet life-giving in its essence.

He was not a big enough meal for two full-grown tigers, truly, but he would do for the time being, the scent of power and death heavy around Jack as his eyelids grew heavier. His body tried to protect him, tried to take him away in the end stages, but he clung to the moment, turned on beyond his wildest dreams. Taj loomed, a smirk in his eyes, delving into his stomach, jaws closing on soft, too soft, flesh to dig into him as if he was a turkey to be carved. Yet those teeth did a better job of slicing into him than any carving knife had a turkey, slipping into his guts, tearing off strips of flesh, all for the sustenance and power of the tigers that he belonged to.

His innards held just as much goodness for them as any other part of them, Machali picking through his body, working on his guts, taking the nicest bits for herself. A body else so much for her to enjoy and the tigress was not about to let a single bit of him go to waste, lapping up his blood, her tongue lightly marking him with it while she used her tongue to dig deeper and deeper into the cavity of his belly.

As much as he tried to hold on, Jack could not help himself from slipping a little further away, a little deeper. It was all he could do to cling onto something that made him feel rooted where he was, to bear witness to his end, the feast of the tigers. They were all power and all wrath as they took him, Taj placing a heavy paw on his chest. Dimly, Jack was aware of something in his body giving up to that pressure, cracking and popping, but it was not enough to take him towards those pearly gates as he tried with all his might to lust after every last single moment that he possibly could. Quite literally, the lust of it all was all that he had left.

Still... He had not considered how his genitalia would go. He hadn't thought too much about his devouring, actually, at all, though perhaps he should have done so. Strip by strip, his belly peeled away, though he could no longer pick up his head from the ground. He saw lumped of meat, for that was all he was, disappear down the throats of the tigers, his body numb, feeling without feeling. Dimly, he was aware of some manner of pain but it hardly seemed to be anything that mattered anymore as his body ached with desire, Machali growling as she nudged his softening cock.

“Our treat..."

She wasn't talking to Jack, not as she took his shaft between her lips and jaws, savouring the taste and feel of him, even the slick sensation of his shaft where pre-cum mingled eloquently with blood. Blood was a life-giving force even as she took it from him, severing the connection of his length to his body almost reverently. The gift of life, even though it was hers to take, was something to be respected too, despite everything coming together in such a fashion. His shaft rolled around her mouth as she played with the texture of him but his penis merely became a chunk of meat to be consumed, sliding down her throat as she gulped. And, thus, his shaft was no more, becoming a part of the tiger as had been promised.

There was nothing sexual, only practical, about Taj taking his balls too, though his grasp on life became weaker and weaker, the light in Jack's eyes fading. A part of him, a dim part, was surprised that he had hung on for so long, though it was all as it was meant to be, Taj smirking openly as he opened his mouth for Jack to see the remnants of his testicles, lumps of flesh about to disappear down his throat. They were such a small morsel to the tiger that Taj did not even bothering chewing them, his jaws better designed anyway to rip away meat and then gulp it down. Chewing, when it was not gnawing, was not so much a tiger thing when they did not possess the grinding surfaces on their teeth.

It became harder and harder to cling on, the world taking on a grey tint, only the tigers existing for him. The rest of his guts soon met the same fate but he was distinctly aware of them working on his shoulders, devouring him from each side so that he lost flesh and muscle mass in more or less and even fashion. His shoulder ached as if he had struck a doorframe with it but that was the extent of the pain as he slipped away, something for which, at least, he was glad. He didn't want to feel the pain when the heat of arousal still claimed him. It was better that way.

His body lightened as they feasted, yet he had to go at some point, his eyes open and staring, wanting to see the last moment, everything at the end. They didn't know quite when their prey walked into the light but that still was of no matter to the tigers, digging into the cavity of his chest and tenderly devouring his heart. It was as sweet a morsel as any to allow the juices of which to explode in their mouths, playfully shared between the tigers' mouths as they kissed in the aftermath of his life.

Feeding, however, was an affair that filled their bellies, not leaving bones that could provide nutrient-rich marrow, licking them clean, tearing an arm off as if it was nothing at all to strip the meat from his humerus. The bone offered more to the tigers despite their laziness in having meat and meals brought to them in the zoo and they leaned hungrily into every experience, licking them clean, using their raspy tongues to methodically strip flesh from bone, forgetting that there had ever been a human there.

One took his head, cracking it open to keenly take the sustenance within, though they were not so desperate for food that removing his features was high on their list. Rolling him face-down, his back and buttocks demanded attention, more meat for their bellies, claws holding him pinned firmly in place as they tugged and pulled, strips of flesh leaving the rapidly more and more exposed pile of bones. There was very little of the man left there, only his clothes nearby remaining to tell a tale of just how they had belonged to.

Yet he would not be found. The man was gone but the memory of him remained, the tigers purring as they savoured the last bites of their meal, the flesh of his buttocks particularly succulent, not as tough as it was on the prey animals that they were usually brought, dead, to eat. But they eventually acquiesced to calm and wash themselves, cleaning the blood from their coats, eyes gleaming in the dark of the night, the tigers comfortable in the aftermath of what they had done. It was only a shame that they could not devour their keeper Jack for a second time, considering all that the sweet man had done for them.

Still, the remnants of their meal had to be hidden and no one would look twice at a fresh scrape of dirt in a tiger enclosure, though they were cleverer than those without sharply intelligent minds. Carefully, they dug a hole deep enough to hide every last scrap of what had been Jack and buried the remains of him, covering the blood with leaf litter and ensuring that the earth appeared as undisturbed as possible after they were good and done.

Then and only then did they settle back in their sleeping quarters, fat and full with swollen memories, purring at the feel of having such a bulging stomach each. Taj rested his head on Machali's stomach, purring and yawning widely, though his teeth and muzzle were already clean and as fresh as they were going to be, cleaned of any drops of blood that may have remained.

Machali purred.

“What a feast..."

Taj nodded his head in agreement, his eyelids heavier and heavier. Though they had no worry for food, the chase and the hunt, the feasting... Oh, it had been something that he had needed, sating that primal need deep inside that, alas, could not be so easily tamed in a zoo.

He'd miss Jack. But Jack would always be a part of him too, making the tiger stronger as he went on with his life. They'd get a new keeper again soon, he was sure.

His eyes glittered, the first rays of dawn brushing the sky as if with the brush of a painter.

Maybe the new keeper could be convinced to find a fate in their bellies too? The precedent had been set.

Now, all the tigers had to do was wait and see.