Lets get messy

What felt like minutes to the boy, had actually been close to an hour of ripping their quarry to shreds. Each time Sephiran attacked, Lurid would find a way to hold the male back, so he could slowly chip away at the muscle and bone until there was nearly nothing left. For the first half, Sepiran didn’t offer the same behavior to the woman. He was far too consumed in his own gluttony, wanting to feed his blood lust until he felt some relief. Midway through he had already broken all of the male’s legs, which left no real means of escape. Now that he had him on the ground, he used his paws to keep him pinned on his side, so Sephiran had access to the side of his throat. Whatever the woman wanted to do in the background he didn’t care; she could start to skin him, feast upon him, hell, create a necklace out of entrails like he usually did. Right now, all he wanted to do was reach the vessels in his neck, to obtain the venous and arterial blood.

With a guttural snarl, Sephiran’s jaws closed around the side of the male’s face, enveloping the majority of it before he pulled up and slammed it down against the ground. He did this several times, feeding off the cries he emitted each time he smashed his skull in. It wasn’t until brain matter was splattered against the ground that Sephiran would let him go, bringing a mouthful of bone and brain tissue with him. Continuing to ignore her, Sephiran went and grabbed his apparatus and swiftly returned to the mutilated pile of fur. Sitting before leaning down, he used his fangs like a scalpel after finding the correct anatomical landmark. Slicing through the flesh, he increased the depth until venous blood started weeping. He withdrew, found the next landmark, and repeated the process, until arterial blood was squirted onto the earth. Grabbing his apparatus, he pressed a corner against the venous blood, and then another corner against the arterial blood.  

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