The Tangle Pure intention juxtaposed

With some odd, sadistic, elegance, the leviathan stood. Staring. A serpentine-like tail swung around from behind, encircling his hips in a semi-circle where he stood. Watching the other male as he chewed and eventually spoke. Clearly the other had more taste than the earth cloaked male, Vengeance couldn't care less about how someone, something, tasted, all that mattered is that his belly was full.

It wasn't a choice, he was just there. A random victim, purely by chance. Wrong place, wrong time, with the oh so very wrong company in tow. Although he still wondered what that milking mother would have tasted like, she smelled oh so sweet, and tasted as such from the few drops he managed to get from her (@Cassiopeia tagging for reference you sexy sexy beast).

You seem to have a pallet for such things. Tell me. Have you eaten a mother to a new litter? Perhaps this man could tell him if it was as satisfying as he thought it would be, should he come across a new one...