Having a bloody good time

This soft, helpless woman felt like less of a wolf and more of a lamb. A deep, dark chuckle rumbled in her chest as the girl cried out about how she was only hungry, that they could keep the fish, while fighting against her with the most pitiful kicks and attempts to get away she had ever experienced. There were prey animals that fought harder than this - but, then again, what more was this girl to her than a prey animal? She'd be their entertainment tonight, just a plaything to break when they were done while they conceived another demon to unleash onto the world. Her pleading and the sound of her claws scraping futilely against the stones echoing around the cavern along with the taste of blood coating her tongue as her teeth cut into the girl's scruff aggravating and intensifying the deep, gnawing hunger and pressure in her core. She had already made herself pent up even before her heat fully set in, but now that it had she was ravenous. It had been painful to deny her mate what she also wanted so badly, but it would be worth it now to see her monster of a brute rip this squishy little fae to pieces. She was already shivering with anticipation at the thought.

Once she got their little honeymoon present into the cavern, she let go of her scruff, letting her fall with a thud to the stones below only to flip her easily onto her stomach with one massive feline paw and press down hard between her shoulders to keep her pinned there as she took another look at her prize. She really wasn't much of anything. A small woman, round with no muscle to speak of. She did notice the small bands of brown across her hips now that she could see her from another angle, but it didn't too much to give her any kind of pleasant interest. Manea frequently enjoyed sampling women from time to time, but even she couldn't find much attractive about this fae. However, it did at least keep her from feeling bad about breaking her since she wouldn't be destroying anything beautiful. Keeping one paw pressed between the struggling girl's shoulder blades, her other paw traced down her side with a single razor sharp claw, slicing thorough the soft flesh while she continued to ignore any of the fae's pleading or screaming, watching blood well to the surface and create a vibrant red line through her pale white fur.

She chuckled again and brought her muzzle down to a soft, round ear catching the delicate skin between her teeth and letting her fangs slowly and painfully tear through it till her ear had a ragged tear nearly down the middle of it, causing more blood to spill down across her cheek. "At least blood looks lovely on this white coat of yours," she told her "guest" with a sultry purr to her voice, a wicked grin pulling across her lips. The girl started to struggle and fight more and she scoffed, letting the claws of her paw holding her down slice into her flesh to hold her tighter, and pull more of those delightful squeals from her. "Now now, you can't go running off. My husband hasn't even arrived yet." As if on queue, she heard the sound of claws on stone behind her and she turned her head to see Alastor's form silhouetted in the moonlight. She grinned and let him come further into the cavern and put down the berries he had collected - which would be a lovely desert once they were done with this little dumpling.

"A chew toy for you, my mate," she replied with a chuckle, looking at him with nothing short of pure hungry, heated, furious lust. With a flick of her paw, she rolled the soft fae toward him, smirking when the girl ended up laying sprawled out at his paws. Manea stalked forward with a sauntering sway to her steps, pressing a paw to the girl's throat to keep her still for a moment while she pressed her lips hard to Alastor's, kissing him over their treat for the night with a low growl. When she pulled away her teeth caught his lip and she fixed him with a fiery took. "A soft little thing, isn't she?" she purred, glancing down at her find. "She'd just end up dying out there on her own, poor thing... We might as well put her out of her misery, don't you think?" She smirked and sat back onto her haunches, leaning her back into the wall of the cavern, as she hooked her claws into the back of the unnamed girl's neck, flipping her back onto her stomach like she weighed less than a hare. She pulled the girl closer, her claws scraping against the bone of her skull as her claws gripped her head and pushed her muzzle where she wanted her. "You were hungry, right? Then eat," she demanded with a growl to her voice, a snarl pulling at her lips. She left the other end of their little play thing free for her husbands uses, watching him with a salacious grin.

Manea | Temno | Ciemny