Lion Head Mesa Meal for one?

Then he would keep her gift and the head of the sin he could not eat. Instead, she would give him something a holy priest should watch.

The snake was pulled by her teeth until it tightened more. Further, further, until her fur shaped around it and her trachea clenched, and when it did, her pupils constricted under the watch of his own. She'd have continued to do so until her breath was gone, and her life flickered on the floor.
There was no knot for it to continue. It unraveled from her throat once the tension was at a high and hit the floor.


There, her neck bent down, her eyes departing from his as her tongue swept out of her mouth. There it glided over throat of the snake, down its belly, to its tail. She was efficient, slow to clean its underside. The temptation to see his gaze again was met, yet ignored. She was mazoi, and this was her service as he asked.


When her teeth touched its stomach, her claws extended farther and pressed upon the neck of the snake. There her nails dug into its jaw, and where her teeth pinched now, they would soon go to break the skin open and expose its flesh. As he asked. As a priest should watch an exorcism. As a prince should.