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Each full moon marked a new hunt, and each new moon marked a new sacrifice. The curse that befell the creature had always been unrelenting and unforgiving.
It was human, once, yet every new hunt and every new sacrifice strengthened the curse’s hold, chipping away at its humanity like water droplets eroding stone.
A day would come in which the beast succumbed to its own unwillingness to survive the curse, each cycle marked a new loop of suffering.
This full moon, yet another hunt would begin, and a feast would commence.
Through the open window, ichor dripping claws clutched the chipped windowsill— flexing, they hoisted the inhumane body up, visible against the faint moonlight; a grotesque silhouette of tightly coiled locks, strong shoulders and animalistic jointed legs.
The creature squeezed through the window frame, black hoodie catching on the splintered wood, a low hissing breath left its clenched teeth, it always hated when its clothes got ruined for no other reason than passages being too narrow and its shoulders being too wide. A bother, really.
A gentle rustling caught the creature’s attention, viscuous ichor drip drip dripping on the pristine floorboards beneath the window, while its empty sight laid upon the body laying on the bed.
Prey.
That’s what the human innocently sleeping in their bed was. Food, supper, a means to an end. Pleasure, in a way, to give its stomach something more filling than running hares and fighting bucks.
This kind of prey had always been easy, for it at least, the kind that even when trying to escape it wasn’t built to survive the kind of predator the creature had been horribly twisted into being.
Still pumping blood and freshly harvested organs were a kind of pleasure it didn’t permit itself often, but the hunger was insistent and its mind foggy with want.
Hunger so loud it could only be quelled by preying upon a very specific and peculiar kind of prey— humans.
The human stirred again, sheets rustling against their soft, warmed up skin. The creature licked its cracked lips, teeth catching on its tongue, glinting razor sharp in the faint moonlight.
With one back paw, then the other, the creature approached the bed crouched low, as silent as any apex predator about to pounce its first meal in days— maybe weeks —of starvation could be.
The night outside the open window lay still, icy breeze rustling the branches in the distance; the forest sang to it, beckoning it home, like a lighthouse in the open sea.
The creature pulled itself upright, studying the sharp angles of the human’s face beneath the gray shadows cast against their olive skin. A light dusting of freckles kissed the bridge of their nose and apple of their cheeks, short, dark eyelashes clumped from sleep fanning against their rounded cheeks squished against a fluffy pillow.
Ichor dripped on the comforter, marring the light fabric in oily black matter. The creature grabbed the duvet with one hand, claws unthreading the feeble stitching, roughly pulling it off of the human’s body.
Cold night air hit their warmed up skin, shadows dancing in front of their closed eyelids. They held their pillow tighter, a meager comfort against the chill seeping into their quickly cooling skin. The human reached a hand out, blindly looking for their duved towards the foot of the bed, the cold now biting at their skin, teeth beginning to chatter in the freezing room. Unable to find their duvet, they swung their arm around, unwilling to open their eyes to the feeble moonlight spilling into their room, hand coming into contact with soft fur, hard muscle and fabric that did not belong to their duvet— or anything present in their room.
Their eyes opened, slowly, without the urgency the thump thump thumping of their rapidly beating heart seemed to connote.
Dark irises rendered black pools of starlight by the silvery moonlight met an animalistic face, a starkly bright blue mask sitting on the side of its face, soft looking and adorned by short bluish-grey fur, long, pointed ears with longer tufts at their ends, flicking here and there supposedly picking up sounds the human ear couldnt’t even fathom of hearing. Strong shoulders and arms hidden beneath a black zip up hoodie, zipped down halfway to expose a black shirt clinging to a strangely human looking chest. The creature’s hands rested at the foot of the human’s bed, black ichor drip drip dripping from its empty eye sockets, absorbing into the sheets’ soft fabric, marring it into an oily looking mess the human wasn’t sure could entirely be washed out— even at the highest setting.
There is something alluring about the creature, its grotesque features that, despite the potential to be terrifying, look as soft and warm as the human’s duvet was.
A hand lands on the creature’s collarbone— the only part of its body the human can comfortably reach on their knees, without having to lean forward and risk falling off the bed— making the creature flinch back a fraction; the human briefly considers pulling back, maybe running away from this beast, doing whatever any sane human would and put as much distance between them and the creature breaking into their home as someone saner, brighter, less fazed by incapabilty of distinguishing reality from dream, would. But they don’t, their insticts telling them to run, a faint jittering in their legs and trembling in their fingers tells them fear is present, actively pumping adrenaline through their enlarged veins and arteries. They should run, they know they should, they’re prey; here and now, in front of this creature, they feel like prey, like a rabbit held firm by a wolf’s gaze, terrified by the sharpness of their teeth yet mystified by the way the moonlight hits their fur just right, in such a way as rendering such a predator an ethereal being.
The creature bares its teeth when the human braves nearing their other hand towards its mouth. Their hand resting on its collarbones moving upwards, towards its fur covered neck.
The beast lunges at them, powerful back legs propelling it against the much smaller human, pinning them to the bed with a clawed hand around their fragile neck.
Their breath quickens, heart thump thump thumping against their unaccomodating ribcage. They kick at the creature, althoug it isn’t voluntary, instinct is driving them, pushing them to free themselves, to stop being prey, to run for their life and escape escape escape!
A warm, stinging pain courses through their system, fiery sensation focusing beneath their jaw; a long, black, pointed tongue makes its way out the creature’s mouth, slowly— it reminds them of cows’ tongues, they always found their tongues cute despite their unforgiving roughness —the creature’s tongue is soft against their skin, velvety where it licks the fire away from their flesh, nothing like the time a cow licked their face, burnign their skin raw.
The creature’s tongue doesn’t hurt, it soothes a deep seated ache in the hollow of the human’s chest, it cools down the fire spreading through their limbs, filling their head with thick fog, fractured thoughts and overwhelming sensations.
The creature licks their skin again, this time tracing the contours of their pierced ears with the black point, rounded and soft yet a warning, like the point to a spear, or to a nocked arrow.
The human’s heart is thudding in their chest, the creature can hear it frantically beating through the fragile layers of their olive, freckled skin. Their eyes are wide and full of fear, their trashing made them cut themselves on its sharp claws and oh— how sweet their blood was, not enough to quell its unrelenting hunger, but enough to give it a taste of what’s to come; of the sweetness that, shortly, will coat its tongue and give its mind. much needed, yet short lived, relief.
The human smells strongly of fear and arousal, smells the creature wasn’t prerpared to find entangled within each other. The human’s legs are spread open around its thigh, one bent and resting against the creature’s one and the other, the one between its inhuman thighs, laid flat against the comforter. A shame, as the human wasn’t able to feel the way their heady smell was affecting its reproductive organs.
A meal, an indulgence; the human was to be but food, prey to fill its stomach until the curse befalling it demanded a new sacrifice— yet the smell of their fear and arousal entangled in such an inseverable way made all its instinct to hunt, prey and consume yell to hunt, prey, breed and consume.
And gods, what was it if not a lowly beast unable to rebel to its most basic of instincts.
It licked a path from the still bleeding skin beneath their jaw, to the shell of their ear, making their smell stronger, tangier, heady.
The fog clouding its mind started to thin, making it see the human in sharp relief beneth itself: flushed, panting and restless, eyes screwed shut and hips rutting so close to its thigh they might’ve been humping it. The creature closed the gap, revelling in the human’s sharp intake of air and their almost hysterical humping against its fur covered thigh.
Its tongue moved from the now humid shell of the human’s ear to their cheek, leaving a streak of saliva there, before tracing the seam of their lips, human’s mouth falling open and inviting the grotesque being in— and who was the beast to refuse such grace.
It licked the inside of their mouth, tasting their flesh and sucking the blood from their bleeding gum, traced each groove and point of their teeth; made them gag violently by forcing its way down their unexplored throat.
The human trashed, and moaned, and cried against the creature’s firm hold until the smell of their arousal became so strong it almost suffocated it, tremors wrecking their body and gushing wetness making its fur damp.
It retreated its tongue from the human’s throat, their sigh of relief shortly followed by loud coughs and sharp intakes of panting breaths.
The creature unclenched its claws from their neck, sitting on its hunches over the human, assessing them with empty eye sockets and dripping ichor against their soft pajamas. With talon like claws, it shredded the human’s bottoms and boxers, paying no mind to their pain and forcefully pushed two fingers inside their weeping cunt. A strangled cry left their throat, before being silenced by the creature’s tongue down their throat.
It burned, the creature’s digits relentless in their fucking, opening them wide too fast, too roughly, too suddenly— it felt uncomfortable, and painful, and perfect. Its tongue back down their throat making their vision hazy and head light, small breaths hissing through their nostrils and fighting their way into the human’s burning lungs.
Oh— A third finger felt almost like being ripped apart, they could almost feel their skin tear and a sickeningly sharp smell of iron filling their nose.
Their hands clutched the sheets, then braved an attempt at bringing the creature’s free hand to their chest. The creature squeezed their neck, rendering them lightheaded, baring their teeth before sinking them into their exposed shoulder. A scream got caught in their throat, breathless and dazed; the creature kept biting their flesh, shredding their shirt and leaving deep, wide puncture wounds against their shoulders, neck, sides and chest. Faint, horizontal scars beneath their chest caught in the moonlight; the creature traced them with its talons, blood beading beneath the pointed tip and rolling down their ribs in horrendous rivulets, painting the bedding crimson.
The human seemed stupidly brave, attempting to guide the beast in what it was doing, trying to best its inctincts in order to get whatever they may have wanted instead of laying compliant— like the prey they were being moulded into being.
A pleasurable meal.
Their hand found the creature’s engorged cock, partly hidden beneath its blueish-grey fur, ridged with unneccessary spikes, thick and of a blue-gray color with a dark blue tip dripping precum onto the human’s cunt.
Fist twisting up and down the creature’s sensitive head, it made it buck into the human’s hand, growling, demanding more.
The creature’s cock felt impossibly big in the human’s hand, not as long as their forearm— yet nearly as much —but thick enough to make it impossible to close their fist around the scary girth.
Theit fist moved up and down, from base to tip, in a rough and fast manner that seemed to both please and enrage the beast, making it growl, bare its teeth and fuck their fist; while fingering them faster, making their movements falter, head fuzzy and vision bleary from the hypnotizing squelch squelch squelching of their cunt being fucked.
Oh, but a sudden emptiness made the human squirm, desperately trying to find friction, get its fingers back, anything to not feel empty.
The blunt head of the beast’s cock laid against their entrance, while the creature positioned itself. Searing hot pain, a tearing feeling and the overwhelming smell of blood overcame them as its cock filled them to bursting.
Hips snapping forward, the human’s heat and wetness welcomed its cock like home, like a nest through hybernation; the tightness, dripping blood and overwhelming smell of arousal tinged with fear and pain made the creature’s movements erratic, frantic in its chase of pleasure, in the desperate effort to fill the human so completely they would smell like it, fill them with so much cum they’d have no choice but bear its offspring, if the night were to ever end up any other way than in the human’s demise.
Taloned hands grabbed their sides, holding them while its hips bucked wildly, cock entering and exiting their cunt in short, forceful bursts. The engorged base kept squelch squelch squelching against their wet cunt, until the creature picked them up, sat them on its cock, clitoris hitting agaisnt the beast’s incredibly soft fur. Tremors and spasms wracked the human’s body, cum soaking the creature’s fur. Their hunched over body rested on the creature’s chest, its hands never leaving their hips as it used their body as a fleshlight, moving them up and down on its cock in deep, fast, hard motions. Engorged base of its cock hitting against their lips, until the creature lowered them with such force it rattled the human’s bones, forcing the engorged base in their cunt, making them scream at the painful intrusion while they could feel the beast’s hot cum filling them, base expanding in their uterus, painful feeling of being stretched to the limit, pleasure and pain overlapping in such a manner they became indistinguishable.
The creature raked its talons down the human’s chest, revelling in the feeling of being squeezed so tightly it almost felt suffocating, and licking the blood dripping from their wounds like ambrosia dripped straight into the mouths of gods.
It burned— it burned the same way fire does when you step too close to the flame, in that way hot iron brands when you do not give it the time necessary to cool down before touching it.
But the sensation of being filled so completely made the human feel something akin to restlessness, being static instead of in motion, the need to be owned even when locked to the creature and filled with its inhuman cock and bred with its inhuman cum.
The human sat up straighter, flexed their tired thighs and, disregarding the creature’s warning growls, started rocking back and fort on its cock, dragging their sensitive clitoris against that damp patch of fur against which they came earlier, bending down to kiss the creature’s lips and lick the sharp points of its teeth, tasting their own blood, moaning against its mouth and being rewarded with bucking hips and its tongue back down their throat, suffocating them.
A smooth, fur tipped tail, coiled around their waist, holding them firmly in place.
Oh— what a delightful surprise.
The creature laid down on its back, bringing the human down with it, fucking them at a different angle that hit their walls in such a way it made them choke and gag on the creature’s tongue. The creature’s tongue retreated and two of its fingers took its place in the human’s mouth, fucking it fast, filling their throat and making them gag; they sucked the digits until they were soaked, coughing at the sudden absence of them in their abused mouth, throat raw and bleeding from the creature’s sharp claws.
The human’s heat engulfed the creature, rendering it dizzy, its foggy mind clearer but dazed, unfocused. The creature felt almost drugged, as if another hunter had hit it with a tranquilizer again— a mistake, that one time, but still an experience to learn from —and although the feeling wasn’t unwelcomed this time, it made its instincts kick into overdrive.
Breed and devour, that’s all the creature’s brain could muster in an endless loop of desperation and want so gut wrenching it was becoming sick with it.
The creature sunk its teeth into the human’s neck, blood pooling in its waiting mouth, swallowing in thirsty gulps. The human’s supple flesh tore easily from their shoulder, leaving muscle and bone exposed in a grotesque, gorey vision that filled the creature with contentment while the human screamed in what the creature could only assume to be unbearable pain.
The flesh tore from their shoulder like softened butter being cut with a dull knife, the pain was searing hot, numbed by the pleasure of the creature’s cock in their cunt and their soaked fingers forcefully pushing their entry in the human’s ass. The human screamed, loud, tearful and agonized from the intrusion and the chunk of them missing; body bleeding freely, cascading in fat rivulets down their arm, chest and back, painting their skin crimson and coagulating in a never-before-seen masterpiece. Stains resembling Rorschach inkblot designs marring the human’s skin, being licked clean by the creature’s velvety tongue while the blood loss made their head spin, their vision double and every sensation heightened. The cock in their cunt pulsating like a living thing, the fingers in their ass overstimulating their already wrung out body and the bites— oh gods he bites —taking more and more of them. The creature’s chewing sounds deafening in the quiet of the room, accompained by the horrendous sounds of its engorged cock fucking their spent cunt, filling it with seed. They could feel their womb expanding, bloating, to accomodate the inhuman amount of cum being pumped into them.
Bred and devoured.
When the creature’s tail unexpectedly breached their ass, fucking into them with the same relentless force with which the creature’s hips were snapping earlier, a choked moan strangled by a sob left their raw throat. A coughing fit wrecked their chest, sharp bolts of fiery pain running down their body and seizing their limbs.
The creature bit, famished and feral, into the tender flesh of their tummy, exposing their organs in a wondrous show of things humans should never witness of themselves.
Through the window in their tummy, the human could witness the creature fucking them, the machinations of their holes taking it and accomdating its appendages in such a way it almost seemed to make, them, as inhuman as the creature itself.
The creature kept feasting, the human’s body now limp in its arms, chest still after their struggles to breathe ceased and the wheezing sounds of their breathing came to an end. Their flesh was cooling, yet it kept its tenderness, making the creature’s feast pleasurable, despite the lacking of the human’s participation.
It had been fun, capturing a sort of prey that involuntarily turned their belly to their hunter, an easy capture despite the waiting done before the quelling of such a deeply rooted hunger.
Something in the creature’s chest eased, its mind sharp with focused intent and no longer fogged by the need to eat eat eat.
The human’s body lay cold in the creature’s grasp, meat tore from the bones, exposing the striking white of their pristine skeleton.
It observed their lightly freckled face one more time, admiring the way the feeble light of a barely rising sun highlighted all of their softest features, glassy eyes reflecting amber in the morning haze.
It briefly considered keeping the human’s alluring features with it, but rotting flesh is hardly ever a pretty sight, so it left the body where it found it, before leaving once again from the same splintered windowframe that snagged on its zipped down hoodie. Where it all began.
Despite the bloodshed, and the filling feast, the beast knew that in 29.5 days, the hunger would haunt it again, making it an unwilling participant in the upkeep of its own cruel and twisted curse.