This choice: Calu, a Trow with aspirations of leadership. • Go Back... A wry smile slid across Calu's lips as he pressed the cold tip of the spit against his soon to be dinner's tight backdoor. The palm of his free hand pressing against the small of her back and pinning her to stump he had her bent over. He momentarily admired the look of his dark ebony skin against her bronze. She was a pretty little thing, and all in all was likely to be a tasty one. He couldn't wait to find out. Licking his lips he pushed the tip home, the first few cold inches of Trow metal causing her to squeal and shiver. Her toned ass jiggling around the spit as she started to beg again.
"Y-you don't have to do this!" She begged, light blue eyes wide with fear. "You have them, I'll do anything you want, just eat them!" The leggy, big breasted blond was referring to her two friends cowering under Stalker's watch, Aira and River. Tansy was her own name, not that it would matter for much longer. He'd made sure to get as much information as he could out of them, not just for the sake of future hunting, but because he always enjoyed putting a name to his meals. It just made them so much more... delicious. But there was the matter at hand. Calu gave the the spit another shove, earning a shriek from his dinner.
"Don't you worry slut," He chuckled darkly, "They'll both be eaten in time, as for you..." He paused to twist her face forward and away from him. "All I want from you is a full belly."
"NO PLEA-MMPHGHHKK!!!" Her squeal of terror was cut off as he gave the spit a hard thrust, watching it rapidly sink out of sight into her writhing, kicking body before sliding back into sight between her stretched pink lips. The Faerie's muffled squeals and screams building his appetite as he set her over the fire. Legs kicking wildly and causing her tits and ass to jiggle so damn hard it was hard for him not to dig in then and there. But he knew well enough that it would be a waste, piglets tasted best roasted.
"Now then," Calu felt himself growing painfully hard as he examined his work. He'd been too distracted by his empty belly to properly enjoy the bitch before putting her up to cook. He did have the other two though, and they'd do just fine.
Stalker had sniffed the three of them out long before Calu caught a glimpse of them, and long before they got a glimpse of him. The three of them complaining about some assignment from "Belle." Their teacher he'd found out, and he'd wrung more than enough information from them to know where she might be found. In fact, the information had him tempted to briefly abandon his trials. A class wide, unsupervised field trip to the marshes sounded like a feast that was hard to pass up. Especially if this was the grade of meat they were serving. With the help of Stalker he'd made short work of capturing the trio, and even now they still cowered in terror from his companion.
There was a reason he had chosen Stalker as his personal Hound Lizard, and it wasn't simply because of his large stature and sable scales. It was because they had so much in common. Both were peerless in the hunt, both were strong in will and in mind, and both had an insatiable taste for Faeries. The beast was clever, and large for a Hound Lizard, standing above Calu's waist and nearly half again in his length lying down. With a long, broad and toothy set of jaws that were the quickest rout to his ever eager stomach. A stand of green hair that ran down his spine to the tip of his tail. Long loping legs that positioned inward and under him to give him the speed to chase down his prey. He was a marvelous specimen, but in the end he wasn't Calu's equal. So he'd get what Calu gave him.
"Do you know what the difference between you two and her is?" Calu asked as he strut up to the pair, easing Stalker back with a pat on the muzzle. The little brunette just continued to gape at her squirming, roasting friend. But the white haired girl, she was quick to respond.
"You aren't going to eat us?" She asked, dark blue eyes hopeful. He nearly snorted at the thought, he wasn't about to let the pair of tits on her fly away. But instead he just shook his head.
"About thirty minutes time," He corrected her, "And if you aren't quick about getting your lips about my cock, I'll cut the time in half." When neither moved he felt it only appropriate to add, "Whichever of you pleases me more though, won't be fed to him" Calu gave a nod towards Stalker. Both of them cast terrified glances at Stalker. Never in his experience had a Faerie moved quicker, the little brunette surged forward, stretching her bubblegum pink lips about his dark cock. Pretty light blue eyes looking up at him hopefully. She'd need all the advantage she could get. The little slut had no tits to speak off, though he supposed she had a nice enough ass on her. He did find her long pigtails interesting though, he couldn't help but play with the thought of using them to fuck her tight mouth.
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