Lone Star Mountain #newdaynewme

There was a quick jerk and then the sound of her skull cracking against the earth like an egg against the counter top. Then, she was limp in his grasp. The hound dropped her to the earth and watched as she slumped, uselessly, to the ground. Flicking his tongue across the dark hairs of his muzzle, he breathed heavily over her, unable to quell the desire to eat. The devil moved himself over her and gripped her in his teeth to jostle her some; he needed to be sure that she would not wake and struggle against him once more.

Her left eye protruded from her skull and bulged. The vile creature did not hesitate to lower his head and grip it between his teeth, yanking it free from the socket. Ithrik held it in his mouth for several long seconds before he swallowed it whole and looked to the next optic in her skull. She would be of much better use to him if she could not see. Using his front paw, he sought to dig it free of her head, but could not get his claws to grip it well enough. Snorting, he leaned forward and sunk his nose in it, using his incisors to pluck it loose. The piebald devil bit hard and felt it soften, but he was able to pull it from the hollow. He favored this one and rolled it along his tongue before biting down, savoring the rich, fatty flavor that filled the back of his throat.

After eating, he circled around her fallen frame and positioned himself at her rear. That she was sprawled on the ground made it difficult, but Ithrik positioned himself well and plunged into her with force and vigor, bucking until he spilled his seed. When he had finished, he made a place for himself beside her and washed his limbs with a gentle caressing tongue.