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Bed knobs and Vilous

"Hello my name is Travis, and this is my new shitty room!"

I make sure that my disapproving words easily find my parents keen ears downstairs as they unpack, their dual one word rebuttal resonates through the empty house and it is simply.

"Language!"

With a resigned sigh I drop my box of movies and kick it off to the side of the doorway. Scanning the room I survey this poor excuse of a dwelling. It is nothing more than a simple square box with a square window and a square closet door. Even the paint lacks any imagination or creativity with its egg shell white color from top to bottom giving it a horrible sterile feel like a hospice. The floors are even bare of carpet with old warped hardwood the light from window showing a nice film of dust from the lack of upkeep. What is even lazier of the old owners they have left an old wrought iron bed straight from the industrial age behind. The heavy queen size mattress sags visibly as metal bands strain to hold it up for years. Even worse is the garish flower print bed sheet tucked tightly over it as decoration. With a groan I shake my head running a hand through my short brown hair at the sight as I walk towards the ancient piece of furniture.

Every floorboard is keen to announce my passing with a loud creak as I note this being a serious problem if I plan to stay up late, ever. With another deep sigh I run my finger over the foot bar of the bed. Its texture is course and uneven as I trace the gentile curve collecting a heap of dust in my passing digit. My finger completes its journey as it runs over the post where an empty hole marks were something is clearly missing. In a burst of post-adolescent rage I give the heap of junk a hard shove for no reason only it does not even budge a fraction to me. I now realize why this heap remains as I give it a stiff kick; I am going to need a cutting torch to remove this bitch.

As I add the destruction of the bed to my mental checklist dominating all other priorities of setting up posters and even masturbation, usual move in stuff to establish my territory. I march with purpose back to my deposited box snatching it up with both hands. Turning around on a heel I make my way to the closet growling with hate as I pass by my unwanted decrepit roommate. With nimble dexterity I am able to use my elbow to hold the box tight to keep it from falling, its weight easy to manage. Using my now free hand to turn the door handle and open the closet, this is why we humans rule the world. I deposit my parcel on the closet floor and as I scan the vacant storage space until something up high catches my eye. Sitting on the top shelf is the missing knob for the bed. My brows furrow together at the enormity of why it would be here I mutter out loud to myself in confusion.

"Seriously?"

I snatch up the knob and examine the pristine white spheres surface between my fingers checking to see if it was damaged. Just a normal knob in fine condition that was removed for reasons unknown the screw jutting from its bottom is undamaged and shows no sign of stripping. I feel a strange compulsion to return the orb to where it belongs I walk still staring at the sphere to the bed and sit down by the corner post missing its decoration. With a dismissive shrug I start to screw it back into place though I want nothing more than to dismantle this bed. A few quick spins later the screw bottoms out and I can no longer turn the knob any further as it locks into place.

Suddenly its pale white surface glows a candescent blue making me recoil with a yell of alarm. I back away kicking up the flowered duvet with my sneakers until my back is pressed to the iron bars at the head of the bed. Though rapid breaths I let out a nervous laugh as it pulses with strange light. Mustering a fragment of courage I cautiously inch closer to it. Hesitantly I reach out and with a shaking palm I boldly caress the smooth glowing sphere. My hand is filled with gentle warmth as I draw my hand away. Flexing my fingers I stare dumbfounded at my hand as the skin still tingles from the heated touch as I mutter out from under my breath.

"Well fuck me."

Apparently that was the wrong string of words to utter in the presence of an unknown glowing orb. The bed suddenly gains impossible momentum under me as I am slammed into the back of head frame. The room peels away around me like leaves of paper until there is nothing but a strange winding tunnel of purple wavering light enveloping the bed and myself. Vertigo sends waves of nausea through my stomach as I have little time to appreciate the change. I scream out in terror clinging onto the iron posts of the head frame for dear life as it winds and twists through this hellish ride!

In what feels like minutes there is a flash of white as the uncouth magic bed stops immediately. I am roughly pitched off the bed and soar past the bottom frame cursing out loud midflight as I crash into a snow drift. Bursting forth from the snow quickly I stagger onto hand and knee before I violently disgorge my lunch into the snow. The burden of traveling by bed seems to be too much for my senses as I rise to my feet wobbling as I wipe my mouth with the long sleeve of my shirt. I become suddenly very aware of the rapid change around me as the cold penetrates me instantly. Cursing and shivering as I rub my arms I look around and see nothing but snow and trees as frigid wind howls over my body. Wearing nothing more a long sleeve shirt and a pair of track pants I am ill prepared for such a dramatic change. Quickly I hurry back to the bed crunching through the deep snow that comes up to my hips I trudge through it. As I hop back on my plush ride that doomed me here and start to pull at the knob demanding for it to take me from this place. Right now I want nothing more than to go back home and see that horrible room once more.

"Come on ass hole take me back home! You mother fucking bedside Loc Nar!"

Dread fills me as the blue light fades away until it is once more nothing but a cold white ball in my impotent hands. Screaming I tug and push at it in frustration but it is all futile as tears pool in my eyes blurring my vision. I crawl under the covers and huddle into fetal position as I sob like a lost little boy. After a few minutes I am spent on tears at my deplorable situation the duvet actually provides more than comfort but some much needed warmth. I know deep down that if I stay in this be wallowing at my situation I will simply freeze to death. Cold wind already is finding finding holes in my fort to nip at me spurring me into action.

Finally peek out with a clear head and goals set as I survey my surroundings. The bed sits in a small glade surrounded by curiously black shafted trees that reach up with perilously high canopies. Above those heavily needled tree tops I can just barely make out white caps of jagged mountains tops reaching up high to my right. The forest floor is almost devoid of brush or grass buried under thick snow. I am truly stuck in a winter wasteland I think to myself.

Before I set off on my intrepid bout of exploration I unscrew the knob and stow it in the pocket of my track pants giving me an obscene bulge on the side of my leg. Stepping off the bed I warily make my way towards mountain bumbling though the snow. Gathering up my flowered duvet cover I fashion it into a makeshift cape drawing its front closed tightly to my chest. Maybe I will get lucky and find a cave or something that will shelter me from this frigid wind. As I pass by a tree I take a closer look at its black bark and touch it with my hand. Aside from being cold to the touch the bark is hard as rock and jagged flakes point downward like knives. An unsettling thought creeps up in the back of my mind, am I even on earth anymore?

Slowly I peer up at the pale blue sun hanging high in the air similar to same glow the knob once had. The sight of it makes me shudder as it is nothing more than a pinprick of light nothing like the yellow sphere of the sun. I feel a knot of sadness build in my heart as I keep marching forward towards the mountains; I might be the only human alive on this terrible planet. At least I would love to think that because I keep getting the feeling that something is actually watching me. The further I venture the worse this haunting feeling grows as my peripheral vision creates shadows for my eyes to chase making me pause from time to time. While the crushing paranoia is bad enough the trek towards the mountain is far more draining than I could have imagined. Every step forces me to battle against the thick snow as I am forced to carve a path. Panting I bend over and place both hands on my knees to catch my breath.

As I look up ready to continue my eyes do catch something moving between two thick trunks of the wicked looking trees, something was moving to intercept my path. There was no mistaking it this time as my heart hammers in my chest I remain immobile. I stare at where I last saw the shadow dart as I try to calm myself holding steady and watching. I try to rationalize that I am just seeing things and there is no way that something is stalking me. Until I see a long tail with a black flared tip swing into view from the side of the tree. I recoil in terror immediately at the sight sucking in gasp of air as I turn to run. Any fatigue I was feeling ebbs away as my blood fills with fire and I sprint away from my stalker.

Sucking in deep gulps of frigid air my lungs burn from the cold as I try and put as much distance between me and whatever the hell is hunting me. I strain to listen for foot falls over my own panicked strides as I take bounding steps through the tall snow. Whatever is following me is either far behind or is dead silent in its pursuit. A few loping steps pass and I dare look back to see if I am still being followed. There is nothing but trees and the long ragged line I have carved in the fresh snow. As I am looking backward my body suddenly crashes into something I recoil into the soft snow. I am quick to discover as my eyes focus that it was no tree or rock that I collided with something far more, exotic.

My eyes wrestle with what I see as a bipedal creature stands before me but nowhere near human in nature. Head to toe in long fur it stands on digitigrade legs, its pointed snout aimed right down at me with a wedge like shape. Twin points of long black furred ears pointing backward from the creatures head giving it a demonic profile. A line of black fur divides the white dominating its face along the length of its narrow snout. With icy blue eyes the strange alien looks me over its bright orbs full of mischief that makes my chest tighten with fear. The black line of its lips shows the slightest hint of a smile creasing the corners as it seems to pick up on my feeling of anxiety.

I am quick to discern that this might be a hunter as my eyes wander over to its weapon. Clutched in its four fingered paw is a huge spear tipped with a broad metal head. Brown leather hugs this creature's torso tightly but nothing more as it leaves its midriff curiously exposed showing its concave belly. My eyes venture downward to its long crimson loin cloth is all that covers its modesty between its heavy padded thigh guards. I don't think this creature has much need for warm clothes; my jealousy expands greatly as I shudder under its scrutinizing gaze from the cold or pure fear I cannot be certain myself.

My terror only grows as the monstrous creature causally directs the head of its weapon between my legs like a startled deer I remain frozen. Using the broad metal tip it slips between the folds of my flowered cape and flicks the blanket to each side of my immobile body. I tremble more as it drags that evil weapon upwards past my crotch. It snags the point onto the hem of my shirt it exposes my pale bare skin to the icy winds. The savage tilts it head to the side at the sight in a way might be able to find it cute on a puppy. But this creature was nearly seven feet tall and had a weapon aimed at my chest so I was busy trying to not shit my pants. Finally the spear comes to rest at my neck I angle my head away from the cruel tip as it digs as my flesh.

Just as I am about to say my farewells to all that I once knew something amazing happens. I am taken aback when this alien creature on an alien suddenly asks me in a fascinated tone, in my own language no less!

"What are you?"

I almost want to cry as I hear its smooth distinctly female voice speak to me and I can understand her. My fear ebbs away for a moment having some hope restored as I am quick to respond eagerly.

"I am a Human, what are you?"

Her slight smile grows into a crooked grin, her eyes narrowing a little as she regards me with new interest. The spear is thankfully lifted from my exposed throat as she thrusts the wooden shaft it into the snow. As I lay there rubbing my neck as shiver runs up my spine from the exposure to the cold once more. The large female moves with the same agility that allowed her to catch me so easily. Knees crunching heavily into the snow she straddles my body her dense furred legs gripping my hips. To slow to react I only squirm under her if my cheeks were not already fire engine red from the frigid cold. They would be just as heavily flushed by this awkward position she has just put me in. Under her warm body she places both her paws on my chest running her nails along my shirt her voice haughty as she responds to my question.

"Well little human I am known as a Northern Sergal, you may call me Feiora. "

My mouth grows dry as I struggle to find a way to keep this conversation going. Only a moan escapes my mouth as Feiora slips her warm paws under my shirt and gently strokes her hands over my sides and belly. Her hard claws tickle and prick at my flesh as she purrs out enjoying what she was feeling.

"I have never had one of your kind before. You are so soft and frail."

Feiora the Sergal lets out a low chuckle as she assaults my mind with a terrible double standard flashing pointed white teeth at the back with her scandalous grin. Leaning in close to me I struggle with the desire to bury my face into her fluffy chest as she continues to tease at me with honeyed words.

"You looked cold, so I thought I could warm you up. It must be so cold with no fur."

Feiora's soft words assuage my fears a little but a new nightmare starts to rise from my loins as I can feel my member swelling to life under her. I let out a nervous chuckle as I squirm beneath her hips wanting to get my perverted pecker away from her. Soon she will feel me poking at her sex as I attempt to think of furniture and old ladies to no avail. My own wriggling hips only make the Sergal wriggle her hips back in response. Her scandalously hot vagina comes into contact with my growing erection just barely contained by my thin track pants as she grinds against my bulge. She gasps at the sudden contact as I brace for her revulsion quickly turning my head to the side in shame. But instead she only grinds back even harder rubbing herself along my length as she scolds me.

"You humans must be perverts, do you all lust for other races?."

The question burns at my moral center as Feiora so casually asks if I want to romp with her. All my years of social conditioning have left me ill prepared for a female so forward as her. As I remain indecisive she softy clutches my chin in a paw and gently makes me worried face turn to hers once more. I helplessly nod in her clutches throwing all reservations of an interspecies pairing aside.

Feiora chuckles slowly at my surrender to my lust and leans close so that her chest is pressed to mine as my heart starts to race. Her arresting blue eyes penetrate into mine as she lowers her head dipping her snout forward stroking her dark lips over my own. I groan out at the touch of her teasing lips as I press up against her mouth with my own mouth. As I press forward to kiss those silky lips both her paws snare my hands as she pulls them up over my head as she pecks at me smothering my lips with soft kisses. Her mouth grows more ambitious with every time our lips meet. I feel her tongue lap at my lips teasing my own to come out and play.

As our playful tongues take turns probing each other's mouths I moan out as Feiora grips my length as I clutch both her paws tightly in my hands. Lost in the passion of the moment I feel my pants grow moist as she lewdly grinds her wetness into me. But then it suddenly hits me as my brows knit together with confusion, what the hell is grabbing my dick? The question gnaws at me as my mouth goes still feeling whatever is gripping tug sharply at my rock hard cock finally I ask between a kiss.

"There is something grabbing me, down there. I-is that you how is that possible?"

Feiora pulls back for a moment giving me a confused expression as I take this moment to look down past my chest. But the Sergal's red loin cloth hides whatever is happening down south from my curious eyes. With a giggle she rises up whatever is gripping me clings on until is slips free making me whimper out from the pleasure. Towering over top of me Feiora turns herself and then drops back down slamming her hips against my chest straddling my body. I huff out as she knocks some of the breath from me by her landing her pelvis now resting high on my chest.

Pinned under this aggressive female I whine as Feiora's tongue like appendage slithers only inches from my face making my head recoil backward at the sight of it. The Sergal was vastly well-endowed with over a foot long of pink snake the base of it sprouts from the apex of her slit. Unable to deal with the sight of her alien sex aimed at me I shut my eyes tight from the sight trying to come to terms with what I am seeing. Curiosity demands that I crack an eye open cautiously as the musty smell of Feiora's heated pussy sits parted and laid out in front of my face like a banquet of moist pink flesh. While certainly not a human vagina there are some similarities with her parted pink petals glistening with moisture.

The pink tendril traces along her own folds before it dips into her tunnel quickly extracting some of her liquid arousal. I balk as the appendage slithers towards me, its tip dripping with her honey. The slender tip smears its gift over my lips before pushing to enter my mouth. I am quick to submit to her will not wanting to offend the Sergal with her mouth so dangerously close to my member. As I sample her bitter love juice for the first time her pink tendril ensnares my tongue in its grasp pulling my own muscle towards her waiting sex.

I am quick to pick up Feiora's hint and my mouth is so terribly dry and her wet pink center looks so inviting I press my face into her lavish pussy. My senses are immersed with her musky scent as take the first long lick of her folds. She gasps aloud as her tail drops behind my head pulling my face into her heated box threatening to smother me with her silken flesh. She purrs deep from her chest encouraging me with soft words.

"That's a good male, taste me."

My enthusiastic tongue spears into Feiora's wet tunnel spurred by her words I circle laps at her entrance drawing more of her lust liquid from her hot depths. As the lusty Sergal starts to tug at my pants with greedy paws I am struck suddenly with the enormity of the situation. Here I am engaged in a sixty nine with an alien. I am the ambassador of the human race engaging in sexual intercourse with a native female of the world. Never in my life could have I imagined such a thing would ever happen. Yet here I lay on my back as my hard dick flops free from my track pants smacking my belly as she leaves my pants bunched around my knees. Feiora looks back to me with scathing, naked lust as she goads me with her silky voice.

"Losing your nerve human? Do not disappoint me, you do have hands you know?"

Gulping deeply I get my head back into the game as Feiora wriggles her hips taunting me to continue. Bringing my arms down from over my head I rest my elbows in the crooks of her knees my near frozen hands grip her generous rump pulling her vagina open to my eager eyes. The temptress lifts her tail from the back of my head and rises high curving so that the tip flops over her own shoulder. This exposes to me the pink pucker of her backdoor tucked away at the base of the long fluffy appendage. I plunge my head forward and clamp my mouth over her folds driving my oral muscle into her once more. She moans out grinding herself against my face dipping her own mouth down between my legs. I feel her hot breath against my cock as it twitches in anticipation. She gives my length a long lavish lick her serpentine tongue is long and rough as she rakes along my flesh from the tip right down to my shaven nuts and purrs out in approval.

"You are small, but you taste good."

Although Feiora is quick to point out that I might be inadequate for a woman her size I have no desire to disappoint a female that has the ability to eat me if I anger her. With two fingers I slip them past her silken folds and into her tight passage eliciting a gasp of surprise as strong muscles clench around my fingers. As I grind my digits into her slick depths I notice that sitting at the base of that strange tendril is a long nub of flesh. Boldly I clutch that alien tentacle and it grips me back as pull it up exposing the Sergal's clit more to my eyes. I press my mouth just under the appendage and grind my tongue over the length of firm flesh.

While I am delighted to have found Feiora's clit as she lets out a loud moan of pleasure as I stimulate her. Her idea of affection however is to rake her claws over my legs making me cry out in pain. My skin burns where her claws once passed as I push the burning sensation left by her claws from my mind praying that it was nothing. Her tongue rakes over my wounds as she is quick to remind me that I might be way out of my element as I know she is licking up my blood. But at this point what other choice do I have it is not like I can tell her to stop.

Just as I start to feel myself going soft from the pain Feiora's powerful tongue wraps around my length. Blood surges back into my member as the tip of her long muscle flicks over my scrotum. The Sergal dips her head towards my crotch as her coils draw back my foreskin as her lips greet my exposed cockhead as it slips in her warm mouth. My turn to groan out as I lavish her clit once more with my mouth craving more of this wonderful attention, aching legs or not. No amount of human oral could have prepared me for a blowjob from a Sergal as the wounds are left forgotten in a sea of pleasure washes over me. Her head bobs along my length as she slurps my member with every tug of my ensnared shaft.

My fingers pump into her love tunnel as suckle at her clit in tune with the thrusts of my digits. Her hips grind seductively against my mouth and fingers as I make my best effort to please this apex predator. My hips push up into her long maw as the underside of her oral muscle scrapes along the bottom of my swollen cockhead. I can hardly focus on my own oral task as she sucks deeply of my tool. In seconds I my loins are ready to paint her maw with cum as my aching rod swells in her mouth. I want to grab her by the ears and fuck my orgasm into her face. But my desires are dashed away as she suddenly relents uncurling her tongue from me she licks her lips leaving my twitching member in the cold coated in her thick saliva. She gives my scrotum a hard squeeze making me wince at the pressure as she purrs out.

"Not yet human."

I whimper and writhe under her my balls aching from her clutch she keeps my greedy lust in check. My mouth resumes its lapping furiously at her folds in desperation that she might return the favor. She leans back against my face as my mouth is pushed to her wet hole. But even that is pulled away as she changes the angle of her hips drawing her sex slowly away from my oral attention. Resting her hot pussy on my chest her tight little pucker is aimed towards my face filling me trepidation. My head withdraws as she presses her rump closer she couldn't possibly want me to lick there, could she? She reaches back and clasps both her generous cheeks in her own paws to part them for me, a single claw traces her ass hole as she offers me a vile deal.

"Lick me there, and I will let you release into my mouth."

Oh god, how badly do I want that? Apparently very much as my head moves against my own screaming conscious I take her offer. With gusto my depraved tongue rakes over her tight ring as it flexes at the contact. With a chuckle she clutches my cock and gives me a languid stroke goading me to continue wallowing in my own depravity. I was expecting a terrible flavor but was left almost disappointed at the bland taste of the bare flesh of her back door. I lick and trace my tongue around her pucker as she takes her own twisted pleasure in my subjugation. But still Feiora only demands me to humiliate myself even more her tone full of force all softness in her voice gone.

"Now press your tongue inside, show me how bad you want me to taste your seed."

I am clearly Feiora's bitch as I fulfill her desire. The tip of my muscle presses against her tight ring pushing it open with my tongue. She purrs out reaching back with a hand to clutch my hair exerting her dominance over me as I tongue fuck her anus. Lost in my exploitation my hands grip her hips as I willfully push my own face between her taught cheeks. Feiora suddenly rises up off my chest my tongue departing from her tight hole a trail of saliva clings on before falling free.

Eagerly I think to myself that she going to let me watch her suck me off as she twists around once more. But rather Feiora's hot sex is once more pressed against my aching member. As my needy dick throbs demanding release as my balls ache. I whimper in protest like a needy bitch, how she is supposed to give me a blow job like this? But the realization comes quickly, there was going to be no oral, she has lied to me. After I just slobbered all over her ass hole and lowered myself to her every wish, I try to voice a meek complaint.

"But I thought... If I did what you said."

Feiora smiles and grinds her hips against my cock drawing forth a great dollop of pre cum from its tip as it smears over her petals while she states smoothly.

"I decided it would be better if you came somewhere else."

How could I really complain against that, does it really matter where I shoot my load? Did I even really have a say in this entire situation? My thoughts are put on hold as I feel that tendril curl around the base of my cock as she rises up over top of me. Her skilled appendage aims my rock hard member towards her pussy as I am filled with growing excitement. As my swollen tip is dragged over her folds until it rests at her moist entrance the scandalous Sergal drops herself down forcing her tight slot to take my length with a lewd squelch as I bottom out inside her.

Sadly my erotic moment of intense sex with the Sergal ends the very moment I enter as my eager loins pump my seed into her womanhood. Embarrassment fills me as my member twitches inside her my loins dumping themselves into Feiora. She simply stares down at me in disbelief her paws rising up to my collarbone as she growls out venomous words.

"How... pathetic."

As I try to apologize my words are cut off as her paws seize my throat. I only gurgle out a protest gripping her wrists as I feel the serpent between her legs grasps the base of my cock tighter and tighter like a choker. Blood ruses into my length but it cannot escape her fleshy cock ring as Feiora starts to bounce on my noosed length. She rides me hard slamming herself down on me I whimper out as she abuses my length me for her own pleasure. The veins along my shaft bulge out grotesquely from the tourniquet. Her tight walls over stimulate my recently spent cock the friction is so intense that pain comes before I feel any pleasure on my overinflated glands. My struggles under her are nothing more than feeble at best as she pants in delight with every hard hump she grinds her hips into mine.

I can only manage a glace as she clutches my neck I regret the sight as I see pink flesh turning a traumatizing shade of reddish purple. Any pleasure I could have taken is lost long ago as my cock becomes bloated with blood as she rapes me in earnest. I want nothing more than this to end as her walls clench around my tortured length. Black spots fill my vision as she crudely grinds herself against my hips using my dick to stir my seed in her fuck hole. For the first time I see Feiora wearing her true colors as her wild eyes watch me intently as I plead wordlessly for her to stop she only laughs and clutches my neck harder.

Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse I feel my loins suddenly tighten once more as the most terrible orgasm of my life takes hold. With nowhere for my fresh load to travel I feel this awful pressure build inside me as my own cum is stoppered at the chokehold at the base of my dick.

What was once pins and needles as her walls stroked my length it now feels more like blades of glass. The pace only quickens as he fucks herself on my unwilling dick harder and harder panting and growling out with feral lust. Stars fill my vision from the agony of this brutal mating. Thankfully I feel her own savage orgasm take hold keenly as her core convulses around my ruined cock those slick walls clutching me in rapid spasms. Finally With a cry of intense pain her noose releases me and I dump a torrent of seed into her womanhood in a sputtering spray the pressure finally ebbs from within.

Groaning out Feiora finally releases my bruised neck as I suck in a helping of air coughing as my lungs burn from the cold. Finally the evil Sergal lifts off my ravaged body and steps to the side surveying her own work. To my internal horror I see crimson trained cum drooling from her sex down the side of her white furred thigh filling me with apprehension. She drags her claw between her sex scooping up some of the mess and brings it to her mouth and suckles the pink syrup off with satisfied growl. My wrecked penis throbs in agony as I curse and roll to my side both arms reach between my legs clutching my destroyed member. I dare not to look at the Sergal as she rates my performance nonplused by the events.

"I feel sorry for your females."

While I thought things were going swimmingly at first with Feiora clearly I have made a terrible mistake. Weak and cold I feel like my only chances to live in this hostile world are with this vile Sergal. A growl from the female makes my gut knot up as instincts tell me something is terribly wrong. My feelings are confirmed as she rolls me forcibly with both her paws to face her. My heart stutters at the sight, her eyes are hungry and wild when she suddenly lunges for my head as her jaws part wide allowing me to see the gaping chasm of her throat. I barely get my forearm up in time as I cry out in terror stopping her attack as my arm lodges in the gaps of her jaws, a momentary victory.

Sudden pressure builds in my arms as the huge rear molars of Feiora's mouth sink into my shirt. I suddenly feel very sick to my stomach as I hear my bones snap in her maw. I watch helplessly as my arm is brutally torn away from my body with a wet ripping sound. Confusion wracks me as there is no pain as my severed hand slips down her gullet with a noisy gulp. Clutching my stump I gape in horror at the sight of my tattered flesh clinging to the remains of my frayed sleeve, blood starts to the white fabric red. I scream out as she starts to slash at me with her wicked claws with wild abandon. She batters my upper body rending large cuts in my flesh. I am knocked from side to side as she beat me like a toy doll I can only cry out and kick at her aimlessly as I try to protect my face.

My mind panics as I give up on the defense and roll to my back in a vain attempt to crawl from the vicious Feiora. With both her wicked paws rakes open my exposed back from shoulder to backside with her brutal claws as my skins parts like butter under her assault. The hard blows knock the wind from me as I lay on my belly sobbing out in agony. Adrenaline demands I try to rise once more but I am slammed back to the ground as her mouth finds my shoulder. She Clamps down as that awful pressure builds once more those terrible rear rows of teeth sink into my flesh and tears a ragged hunk of meat from my shoulder with one awful pull. My shoulder sags losing its connection to my body arm going lifeless as well. Blood soaks the front of my shirt suddenly everything feels so distant as sweat rolls down my face.

I am hardly aware as she scruffs my hair yanking my head back exposing my chest to her other paw. With an inhuman show of force she sinks her claws down into the muscle and tears another handful of me away to stuff down her gluttonous throat. My breaths are fast and erratic as warm blood flows over my body though I feel so cold. I am actually thankful to feel her maw close around my neck as Feiora prepares to end me. In my last moments I say a mental goodbye to my parents and friends. The room was not that bad after all, but fuck that bed. Her jaws close around my fragile neck ending my life in one sudden snap.

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Feiora pulls her bloody maw away as the humans head dangles from the ragged flesh left from her bite. Rising up she stands over her meal gulping down her last bite before panting from the excitement of the kill; this strange hairless human has sated many of her desires today. While he lacked any real carnal prowess she has managed to force some entertainment out of him before she fed, such was the treatment of outsiders by clan Shigu. Licking the blood from her mouth she shoves the inert body with a foot rolling the carcass on to its back. Crouching down at the dead human's legs Feiora tugs at the pants still bunched around the knees to get the thick meaty legs when a white orb spills out from a pocket. Curious at the discovery she scoops up the object in a paw and rolls it between bloody claws her keen eyes picking up the faint glimmer of blue light radiating from within. She vaguely recalls a strange large object that has a similar orb sitting atop a post that started this entire hunt. While part of her wanted to simply trade the strange item away for something she feels a strange compulsion to return the white sphere to its post.

With the corpse of her meal bundled up in its own ridiculous brightly painted cover it was using for warmth she drags the bloody mess behind her. It was not a far walk before she found herself once again looking at the foreboding object as feeling of wrongness washes over her like the last time. Black metal bars stand tall on its back where a victim could easily be shackled to and tortured. She almost regrets not bringing the male back here to use the device on him or a least learn its secrets. Tossing the sack of meat onto the plush surface of the strange object the body bounces creaking under the weight startling Feiora, very insidious indeed. Producing the white orb from a sack she examines it noting a peg on the end where it was supposed to go back into the post. It takes a few minutes of pushing the peg against the too small slot and even hammering against the hole a few times before the Sergal finally figures out that this device needs to be turned to fit the hole, very unusual.

As the sphere locks in place it flares blue with radiant light forcing Feiora to shield her eyes in surprise as she backs away instinctively. Suddenly where to object once was it vanishes before her eyes like it was pulled through nothing. While the sudden disappearance of the strange device was unsettling what was more distressing for the Sergal was the theft of her meal. Huffing out a plume of hot breath it fogs the air in front of her face. Good riddance, she thinks to herself the male will probably give her a stomach ache later anyway. Unknown to the female she has unwittingly returned the half eaten body of Travis back to his parents' home for them to stumble upon.