Misc and Tamara

Misc: An anthropomorphic dragon, standing some seven feet in height — or a few inches less, if his horns aren't included in that measurement. His scales are a vibrant green, though lighter along his underside. He has fiercely glittering black eyes, their darkness only rivaled by the horns atop his head and the spines down his back. He wears no clothing, sees no need to; he's more than willing to display what nature has graced him with.

Tamara: Tamara is a tiger in her young 20's. She's about 6"2 and 150lbs, with long orange dark hair (hairs almost reach her waist) and big green eyes. Her fur is a shiney mix of orange, yellow and red, with black stripes joining along her spine, which is entirely black. She has a big fluffy tail, which is black on one side and has the same mix of colour as the rest of her fur on the other side. Her belly fur is white from her breasts (size: 37D) to her sex.

17:24 Tamara: *Tamara, morphed in her natural anthro form, is walking on the forest, when she notices something odd. Moving closer, she reaches a small clearing, where lies a dead dear, killed by an arrow. She smiles.* I'm lucky today! There will be plenty of meat for my and my cub.
17:28 Misc: *He drops down out of the trees behind the tigress, wings flared out wide to control the fairly short descent. His landing, despite being rather a heavy one, is by no means graceless, the dragon winding up crouched with one hand planted on the ground. He raises his head to look regard her, wings still spread, giving him an almost gargoyle-like appearance. His smile is not at all pleasant, and his voice is quite possibly worse.* Well… well… well. What have we here, mm?
17:31 Tamara: *Tamara turns to see who's coming. She make a step back when she sees the dragon, having heard lots of un pleasant stories about them, but she stay between him and the dear. She get herself ready to fight, not wanting to lose the dear to an opprtunist dragon.* Name's Tamara, what's yours? *she says with distrust.*
17:37 Misc: *He slowly rises to his wickedly clawed feet, openly looking the surprised young woman over with a leer and a lick of his scaly lips. He spares the deer's carcass only the briefest of glances before returning his attention fully to Tamara.* My name is none of your concern. *His grin broadens to display an impressive array of teeth, and very sharp ones at that, as he takes a step closer to her.* Nor will yours for much longer. *He gestures with his head at the deer sprawled on the ground, arrow still protruding from it.* I had hoped that would attract somebody's attention. Seems my luck might be better than yours, mm?
17:42 Tamara: *She steps back as he steps closer to her, keeping the same distance between them.* So this is a trap. *grins* Well, you might not have a better luck than myself, as I'm no prey!
17:46 Misc: Yes, a trap. You might be surprised at how often it's worked for me. *He shrugs indifferently, that same smirk still on his face.* You might also be surprised at how many times I've heard that. I proved them wrong, too. Now. Do you want to do this the easy way, or… *He pauses, shifting down into a half-crouch and giving her a smile that was nearly enough to make the nearby trees want to flee.* …am I going to get to do this the fun way?
17:50 Tamara: *Stares at him, a somewhat evil smile on a face.* Well, I'm a feline, and we feline LOVES fun things. So let's do this the fun way! *This said, she morphs into her tiger form and jumps on him. She hopes to pin the dragon on the ground using her weight.*
17:56 Misc: *The shift in form comes as an unexpected — and unwelcome — surprise to the dragon, but he's had to fight with quadrupeds before. Few of them were quite the size of Tamara's current shape, however, or caught him quite so off guard. He winds up underneath the tigress, slammed to the ground hard enough to see stars, but he was able to get his hand around her "wrists" before she landed on him. Her weight helps to pin him, true, but her forepaws — and their claws, more importantly — were deflected harmless off to the side.*
18:00 Tamara: *She let out a loud roar when she pins him on the ground. Her paws might have been deflected, but she can still use her fangs. She open her maw and tries to bite the dragon on the face, or on the throat, which should shorten his lifespan dramatically.*
18:05 Misc: *His head clears fairly quickly after the rather stunning impact, but that doesn't change the fact that he's still under a good few hundred pounds worth of highly pissed off tigress. He knows enough about predatory creatures, being one himself, to know that the throat makes for a very tempting target when trying to subdue someone. He immediately tucks his head down, chin to his chest, to guard his throat. It also adds a further degree of protection, presenting the horn on his muzzle and the two behind his eyes toward her open jaws — not the sort of thing one would want to puncture one's cheeks or tongue.*
18:11 Tamara: *The tigress bites, and immediately jumps back, as the torns tear her tongue and her palate, thus freeing the dragon. She yowls in pain, and spits some blood.*
18:16 Misc: *He heaves a sigh of relief and even snorts amusedly. Not only did she render her jaws mostly useless in fighting him, but she even jumped off of him. He quickly regains his feet, giving his head a quick shake to make sure it didn't suffer any lasting effects from her earlier pounce.* You've an odd notion of fun, mm? *He taunts her with a leering smirk, circling warily. Even injured, she's still a force to be reckoned with for as long as she remains in that form. His tail flicks about behind him, almost lazily, but his eyes stay focused on her intently, the dragon almost smugly awaiting her next move.*
18:21 Tamara: *Tamara looks at the dragon, with anger in her eyes, blood dripping from her injured maw. Without any warning, she runs straight to him again, like she's gonna jump on the dragon again. But she did not, and instead of jumping, she let herself fall on the ground and roll, aiming precisely at the dragon's legs. If she hits, her weight might be sufficien to broke his legs, in addition of making him fall on the ground.*
18:28 Misc: *He readies himself for another pounce, but the drop-and-roll approach wasn't something he'd considered from her, particularly not in her angered and injured state. His legs go out from under him at the unexpected maneuver, and though they don't break, he manages to jam one of his wrists in an attempt to catch himself. With a startled curse, he crumples to the one side, flailing about for just a moment while trying to regain his feet, rising a bit more slowly this time and rubbing at the injured wrist. This time he doesn't taunt her, he only glares. And growls.*
18:35 Tamara: *She get on all fours, her head turning a bit from the few rolls she just made. There's a smile on her face, because her trick worked. Seeing he's injured, she does not run, but walks to him, and tries to sink her claws on his leg. Blood is no more dripping from her mouth, and, beside the anger, years of hunting made her learn, among other facts, that anger only clouds the mind and that has proven to be mortal. So she tries to never let anger cloud her own mind.*
18:41 Misc: *It's not his legs that are injured, though, just the wrist he tried to catch himself on when he fell. Even though he hasn't managed to stand just yet, there's nothing at all wrong with his legs. He proves this by lashing out at her muzzle with a foot. It's with the bottom of his foot rather than the toes, meaning that even if it connects it's not likely to slash her, but there's still a good bit of force behind it.*
18:47 Tamara: *The dragon's foot connect to the most sensitive part of her muzzle. She let out a big yowl of pain, and fall on the ground. She morphs back into anthro, and put her hands on her nose. Looks like it is really painful, as tears flows from her eyes and run down her cheeks like a river in spate. She's half curled in foetal position, sobbing, her tail wagging randomly from side to side.*
18:50 Mike (Neko): *A growl of fury is heard,as a child runs in on all fours at normal size. The growl is one that could terrify many, as his fangs are bared, he seeks the one harming his mother, Tamara.*
18:51 Misc: *It's been a fight of the unexpected for the dragon. First her shapeshifting ability, and now that a kick intended mainly to stall her long enough for him to stand had so dramatic an effect on her. He's certainly not going to complain, though, and seizes the opportunity to rise to his feet, crossing over to where she's half-curled on the ground. He pauses for just a moment, wiping at a damp spot on his muzzle. Blood. She'd managed to get a tooth into him with her first assault. He raises an eyeridge with an oddly approving smirk.* That might even leave a scar. 'Tis a pity you still won't live to see it.
18:53 Mike (Neko): *He roars and leaps at Misc. Dragon. His claws opened and his fangs bared as the Tiger Neko Saiyan leaps at Misc., Ready to pounce and save his mother.* Get off her! NOW!
18:59 Mike (Neko): *Flung apart. The child scurries off into the shadows.*
19:00 Tamara: *Pain seems to ease a bit, and Tamara wipe off the tears. She look at the dragon when her cub arrives.* GET AWAY! Get back home! *She yells, looking very concerned he might be harmed.*
19:02 Mike (Neko): *Hisses and backs into the darkness, and stalks the clearing. His body arched up, with disregard for anyone but himself. His tail in the area ,like a real cat.*
19:13 Misc: *He spares the young cat only a brief, condescending glance before snorting and moving in on Tamara. The youth is already on his way, and not likely to cause any further distractions.* I'd just as happily have taken him in your place, but it seems as though that won't be happening now. Just as well really, ones that young tend to taste entirely too gamey for my taste… *He says this rather nonchalantly, planting the heel of his foot on her shoulder and trying to roll her onto her back.*
19:17 Tamara: *She let him roll her on her back, and she tries to grabs his leg using both hands. Her nose is still aching, and her eyes a bit clouded by tears, but it should not be difficult for her to grab his leg.* Gamey or not, I'll not let you a chance to taste him! Not while I'm still alive! *If she can grab his leg, she'll then morph her hand in paw and sink her claws in the flesh, wanting to rip it apart.*
19:25 Misc: *He smirks evilly, leaning over to look at her.* Well that shouldn't be all that hard to remedy. I didn't go through all the trouble of setting up this little trap… *He again gestures vaguely at the deer.* …just to let you go, after all. And I don't recommend doing that. *His scales are quite tough, and not to be easily penetrated. Her claws could manage it if she put enough pressure on them, but her flesh is likely to be much softer than his scales. He curls his toes' claws downward, sinking them into her shoulder before her claws can do much more than scratch at his scales.* It's entirely up to you, however.
19:30 Tamara: *Blood spurt from her shoulder, and she yowls once more in pain. But she does not release her grip on his leg. In fact, she presses harder, hoping the scales will eventually give up. But what she get in result is 2 claws broken, nothing else. But she keeps pressing.*
19:35 Misc: *It's uncomfortable, and one of her claws manages to get between two scales and dig in slightly, drawing a wince and a low growl from him, but he only digs his toeclaws in deeper in response. He also crouches down beside her, clamping a hand firmly around one of her wrists and yanking it away from his leg, though he leaves the other hand alone for the moment. Even through the wince, he's still got the same smug, almost leering smirk she's seen on him almost since first laying eyes on him.*
19:40 Tamara: *She does not yowl when the toeclaw digs deeper on her tender shoulder flesh, but her distorted face show the pain. She can't do anything to prevent the dragon to yank on her hand away, as she has not yet fully recovered of the nose kick, and even, he seems stronger than her. She looks at him, still with anger on her eyes, along with tears of pain. She spits on his face.*
19:46 Misc: *He closes his eyes at being spat at, his face losing its smirk and wearing instead a look of patience pushed to the brink. He lowers his free hand to her chest, claws to her skin, just above the small blue garment covering her breasts. Even with an injured wrist, he's still more than capable of ripping downward with his claws, shredding the flimsy piece of clothing from her body and drawing four new lines of scarlet through her fur. His expression slips to a snarl and he savagely yanks the remains of her top out from under her, using it to wipe her spittle from her face before casting the rag aside.* That… was a mistake…
19:53 Tamara: *She howl again and cries of pain. She releases his leg and tries to catch his free hand, but she completely misses it, and can only put it on the wounds, feeling her blood pouring from the four lines his claws juste made on her furry skin.* You... bastard! *she said, then she spits again on his face. She knows the dragon is surely gonna hurt her bad for that, but, somewhere in her mind, she didn't care. She'll fight to death if she had to, and she will show she don't fear him.*
19:59 Misc: *He yanks his toeclaws from her shoulder, paying no attention to how much harm he might cause in doing so, and quickly lowers his head to sink his teeth into it instead. He bites down viciously, keeping her other arm securely gripped with his other hand. Just to make sure she gets the point of just how displeased he is with her — as if the bite wasn't enough — he curls his claws toward her wrist, digging them into her skin. He's feeling for the tendons, looking to sever them to render that hand useless. His other hand, meanwhile, has strayed to her waist and is clawing at her cut-off jeans.*
20:06 Tamara: *She cries and struggles in pain. The yanking of his toeclaw rips her shoulder open, and blood spurts out the wound. Then she watches with horror as he sink his theet on her already wounded shoulder, adding to the pain. She also feel the tendons of her left hand be cut by his claws, rendering this hand useless, while blood also spurted from her wrist. The jeans also surrenders under his powerful claws. Tamara struggles, trying desperately to free herself, but that is useless. She howls continuously as he's biting her shoulder, and tears flows from her eyes and run down her cheeks, saoking her fur and the grass.*
20:12 Misc: *He releases her shoulder after a moment. Not because of her cries of pain, but because he's reasonably certain she's not going to be able to do much with that arm anymore. Her other arm he simply drives to the ground, pinning it. He was only slightly more careful in laying waste to her jeans, but only slightly; there are still a number of scratches around her hips and down her thighs. The shorts themselves have been torn to ribbons, though.*
20:16 Tamara: *Tamara remains motionless, only sobbing and crying. Her right shoulder is a bloody mess, rendering her right arm unusable, and her left hand has had the tendons cut, so she can't use it anymore. None of the wound are lethal, and she would heal if given a few days. But the dragon will certainly not allow her to heal, and it seems he's wanting more than a simple meal.*
20:26 Misc: *Originally, when he'd first seen her, dinner had been the only thing on his mind. Now though, just eating her doesn't seem retribution enough for him for her having made this as difficult as it's been. He swings a leg over top of her, straddling her hips. His weight pushes down onto her hips, driving her fur into the numerous scratches he dug into her while stripping her. The one hand continues to hold her one arm to the ground, and the other is roughly planted atop her breast. The same one he'd clawed earlier while rendering her topless.* And this is where we get to the fun I'd mentioned earlier. *He doesn't bother smiling while saying this, his expression just as savage as his voice.*
10:10 Tamara: *Hissing and screaming, Tamara tries to free herself from the strong grip of the dragon. The wounds of her arms didn't help, and she can only struggle uselessely.* Don't you get enough fun with me?
10:21 Misc: *The anticipation of what he's about to do to her is enough for his sheath to have already grown firm, and he wastes little time letting her know about that. Shifting his legs back and down along hers, he forces his groin down against hers and grinds his hips roughly against hers. He gives her breast a meaningful squeeze while lowering his body down atop hers, leering at her lustfully and speaking in a low growl that's anything but pleasant.* Of course, my dear, so why should I stop now since I've been having fun, hm?
10:25 Tamara: *Tamara shivers when her fear become real. The dragon is gonna rape her. And she can't do anything to prevent this, given her state. She tries to keep her legs sticked together. The contact of his groin and hips against her is disguting. And the squeezing of her breast is painful. Her thoughts races, trying desperatly to find a way to escape, but she find none. She gulps, staring at the dragon, not knowing what she can do or said.*
10:31 Misc: *His grin only widens at this point. Before, he'd seen mostly anger and pain in her eyes, now he sees fear. Real fear. It's almost intoxicating to the dragon. With his sheath rubbing against the soft mound of the unwilling tigress' sex, it doesn't take the dragon long for his maleness to glide free. Licking his lips and tasting the blood from where he's already bitten into her, he hooks his viciously clawed feet around the insides of her ankles, and forcibly pushes them outward to spread her legs. Shifting his hips so that the head of his shaft is pressed to her nethers, he lowers his head to her ear and whispers harshly.* Ready or not, here I come…
10:38 Tamara: *Despite her strenght, the tigress can't do anything to prevent teh dragon to spread her legs open. Her eyes open wide as the dragon's maleness glide free. She's never seen a dragon before, but she will soon feel his shaft slide inside her pussy, no matter what she could do or said. She turns her head to the side, not wanting to see either the dragon's shaft entering her or his face while he whisper to her ear. Her eyes are again filled with tears.*
10:42 Misc: *With a low growl that's pure lust, he takes Tamara with no further warning than that. There's nothing either tender or gentle about what he does, he just rams himself up within the injured tigress pinned and helpless beneath him. And he's not the least bit concerned with further hurting her, it's not as if he means for her to survive the encounter, after all. He groans low and thrusts mercilessly into Tamara's battered form, a grin on his face that might almost be blissful were it not so obscene.*
10:51 Tamara: *A loud scream of pain and surprise escape her lips as the dragon ram his shaft up into her pussy. Tears run down her cheeks. Each thrusts make her scream again, as the pain seems not to fade. But pain is not the only reason for her crying and screaming: there's also frustration. Frustration because she feels she has been easily beaten up, frustration because her most intimate part are being violated, and she can't do anything. The violent and merciless thrust of the dragon hurt Tamara in her mind and flesh. Her flesh is the first to surrender, and blood starts to drip around his maleness, and her pussy aches.*
10:59 Misc: *Again and again, his hips slam up against hers in his brutal rape of the helpless feline he's snared. The blood oozing around his shaft from the walls of her sex only serves as lubrication for the dragon, who thrusts harder and faster in response with no thought whatsoever for her own pain. His reptilian lips draw back into a grimace and he moans softly, arching his back slightly. It won't be much longer, he can feel his orgasm building. Ducking his head, he again sinks his teeth into her injured shoulder, biting down while repeatedly driving his blood-smeared length into her torn sex.*
11:12 Tamara: *Pain increases with each thrust, his slamming worsening the sound inside her sex. She screams continually now, tears flooding her eyes and soaking the fur on her face before they hit the grass. The world is blurry, either by the tears, the pain, the frustration and the anger. All of this is slowly driving her mad. But the worse is to come, as she can feel, hidden behind her pain, but noticeable, somekind of pleasure! Her own body is betraying her! She screams louder, and a cold shiver run down her entire body, when he bite her wounded shoulder again.*
11:19 Misc: *The nearer his climax draws, the harder his jaws clamp down around her shoulders. His teeth carve through skin and muscle with ease, slicing all the way down to the bone. Between the taste of her blood flowing into his mouth and the tightness and heat of her nethers surrounding his throbbing maleness, he's almost delirious with pleasure. Close now, so deliciously close. Her pain, anger, or even pleasure mean nothing to him at this point. Nothing else does. There's only himself, his needs… and his hunger. And his hunger won't wait for long once his needs have been taken care of.*
11:27 Tamara: *Crying and screaming loud, her world is now filled with pain, anger, frustration, and some pleasure. Pain coming from her bleeding sex and her carved and also bleeding shoulder. Anger against the dragon, and against herself, for falling into such a trap. Frustration for being nothing more than a doll submitted to the dragon's will; a doll he's eating and raping savagely. Pleasure coming unexpectedly from her sex, who is starting to moisten, juices melting with her own blood then flowing out around his maleness. She does know there's no escape for her. She only hopes it will be over quickly.*
11:44 Misc: *Whatever might be going through her mind, it's the last thing on his mind. His teeth crunch savagely into the bones of her shoulder and his shaft pistons up into her bleeding sex. His climax overtakes him and, with the sickening noise of ripping flesh and shearing bone, he throws his head back, carrying her arm upward with it. His eyes are squeezed tightly shut and he smiles savagely around the arm hanging from his mouth, his shaft spraying thick draconic seed up into the tigress, his sexual fluids mixing with her own and her blood.*
11:51 Tamara: *Tamara opens her mouth wide when the dragon rip her arm, but no sound come out. Pain is so unbearable that she cannot even breathe for a short moment. Her foggy eyes stares at her arm, dangling from the dragon's mouth, while blood flow out from her torn shoulder, matting her fur and quickly forming a small pool on the ground. She can fell his seed filling her vagina, then mixing with both her fluids and blood, then dripping out, but she did care. Her attention is entirely focused on her arm. When her lungs starts to ache, she releases her breathe, but tehre's still no sound coming out her wide open mouth.*
14:39 Misc: *Her reaction goes completely unnoticed by the dragon, he's completely absorbed by his own pleasure. Perhaps the only thing that would have made the experience any better for him would have been if he had been paying attention to how much she was suffering. Barely even slowing his rhythm as he drives himself into her torn nethers, he starts chew the severed arm into his mouth. The bones crunch damply through the muscle surrounding them, and the fingers twitch as he bites through the tendons before they too vanish between his jaws.*
14:45 Tamara: *She stares in shock and horror at her arm, while the dragon is chewing it. There's no sound coming out of her throat, she's too stunned by the pain and the horrible spectacle to speak or even cry. Blood continues to flow from her torn shoulder and the other wounds made by the dragon.*
14:54 Misc: *His orgasm tapers while he greedily chomps her arm, and he tilts his head back and swallows the unrecognizable mass of meat and licks his lips clean of a few bits of blood and tissue that had escaped. The dragon withdraws himself from the grievously wounded tigress, looking down to meet that horrified gaze with a cruel grin.* I'd say I hoped you enjoyed that as much as I did, but I'd be lying, and I really rather doubt you did. *He dips his head down to the ripped shoulder, rasping his tongue slowly and deliberately across the torn flesh, even while finding one of her breasts with a clawed hand and roughly groping it. His claws likely sink into the flesh, but he's not concerned by that. After that lick, he raises his muzzle to the side of her head, softly breathing into her ear.* Now how about if we finish this, hm?
15:00 Tamara: *Her breathe became erratic when he rasp his tongue on her torn shoulder, and more when he grope one of her breasts. Teras run down her cheeks. Bleeding heavily, and wounded to the point she cannot really moves by herself, she sees his proposition to finish it as a chance to die quickly. So she turns her head to meet his gaze, and the dragon can read a plea on her eyes as she answers with a faint voice.* Please, do it quickly...
15:05 Misc: *That draws a soft chuckle from him, though it's far from the most pleasant of sounds.* Oh, don't worry, it shouldn't take too long. *He sits up slightly, adjusting his legs so that he's straddling her hips. The hand gripping her breast tightens, claws digging through fur and skin, and with a grunt and a vicious tug, he yanks the fleshy orb from her chest. He uses the unbloodied fur and flesh of it to meticulously clean her blood and their mutual sexual fluids from the length of his receding shaft as though it were no more than a rag. A rag which he then casually tosses into his mouth and swallows without bothering to chew.*
15:18 Tamara: *She cries in pain as this delicate part of her is severed from her body. Blood flows from the wound, matting the fur on her chest. Her face is distorted by the added pain. The wound send waves of pain through her body with each breathing. Tears are now flowing continually from her eyes, blurring a bit her vision. But she's still abel to see the dragon use her breast as a rag to clean up his shaft. She sobs when she sees that, and when he swallow it up, Tamara wonders if he's gonna eat her bit by bit, which would be very painful. She shivers at this thought, not wanting to suffer such a fate.*
15:27 Misc: *He plants a hand down on her to restrain her — right over top of of the bloody, gaping wound where her breast had been only a few seconds before — in case she decides to struggle, but it doesn't seem like she has the spirit to do so, not after what he's already done to her. With a slight nod and an evil grin to himself at his apparently subdued victim, he eases his hips up off hers slightly and roughly grabs her ribs with his other hand, casually manhandling her and rolling her over onto her belly. He then turns himself around, scooting back onto the small of her back, and grabbing hold of her tail, the tip of which he guides into his mouth and grips between his teeth.*
15:36 Tamara: *Tamara did not struggle at all. She let the dragon uses her body as he wants. Her resistance vanished long ago, sometwhere between the moment he raped her and the moment he tore her arm. A loud cry of pain escape her lips when he grab her rib and move her on her belly. She almost faint. Her heartbeat goes faster, pumping more blood to her brain, thus preventing her to faint, but also to her wounds, thus weakining her. Her tail does not move since the dragon started to rape her, so he can easily pick it up. There's no movement on her tail as he put the tip between his theeth. In fact, if it would be green, her tail would look like a dead snake. She feels the dragon grab her tail then put it between his theeth, and she wonders what she's afraid of what he's gonna. She shivers again in anticipation, fearing the worse.*
15:43 Misc: *He slurps more of her tail into his mouth, shoving it over between his teeth with his tongue and hungrily biting down. He continues his way down her tail, chewing the limp but still attached extension of her body, all the way down to its base. Even then, he doesn't just outright bite it off, he merely keeps chewing on it, pulverizing the flesh and bone until it simply comes off. His own tail lashes vigorously behind him along her back and head, echoing his pleasure and excitement to have caught a tigress as succulent — in more ways than one — as this. Swallowing the gruesome remains of the tigress' tail, he firmly grips the insides of her thighs, ruthlessly spreading them apart, paying no heed to the pain it might cause inside her after his brutal rape of her moments earlier. Dipping his muzzle lower, he snakes his tongue out and draws it over the still bloodied netherlips, growling lustily and hungrily.*
15:53 Tamara: *Her sobbings turns into cries of pain as she feels the dragon chewing up her tail. Tamara wishes she could do something to prevent that. To prevent that pain, or to stop it definitely. But she can't do anything. She has not enough strenght to fight, and she's now unable to commit suicide by slicing her throat open using her claws. She cries more and more as she feels the dragon pulverizing more of her tail, til it comes off. Through the waves of pain running now constantly throughout her body, making her shiver slightly uncontrollably, she wonders how far he'll go before she dies. She get her answer when he spread her thighs apart then draw his tongue over her bloody netherlips. She cries louder.*
15:59 Misc: *The mixture of blood and sex is an almost intoxicating combination for the dragon, so not only did he have no intention of passing the opportunity up, but he lingers there for rather a long moment. His tongue rasps roughly and repeatedly over the overly sensitive flesh to gather up the flavor, occasionally pushing up within the battered tigress to where the taste is even more intense. Though her crying is starting to get on his nerve, he's patient enough to endure it. He already knows he won't have to put up with it that much longer. After what surely seemed an eternity, he pulls his muzzle away from raw and bleeding sex, growling contentedly and noisily licking his reptilian lips. He gives her no warning at all before sinking his fangs into her again, this time along the inside of one of her still widely spread thighs.*
16:09 Tamara: *She cries continually while his tongue works on, and sometimes in, her netherlips. Blood is still flowing from her sex, and if his tongue is long enough, he might even feel that the blood flow from her cervix, which was half ripped open when he raped her. She takes a deep breathe when he stops, still crying and shivering, tears soaking her cheeks then falling onto the ground. When he sinks his fangs into her thighs, her heart nearly miss a beat. Her mind goes half crazy from the unbelievable pain, her eyes wide open in shock and surprise, and her lungs petrified, holding the deep breathe she just take. She opens her mouth wide, lokking half like someone ready to yell, and half like a fish out of water and let drying under the sun.*
16:15 Misc: *He bites deeply into her, clamping his jaws around a muzzleful of meet and savagely tearing it from her body. After a few quick slashes of his teeth shreds the meat, he gulps it down. And then bites into her thigh again. And then again. He repeats this several times, methodically stripping the flesh and muscle from her leg from between the hip all the way down to her knee until there's nothing left of her thigh but blood-smeared bone with a few tatters of shredded muscle clinging to it. He then wrenches what's left of the leg from her hip with a sickening pop of bone and tendon. Casually discarding the meatless femur by tossing it over his shoulder — it lands a couple of feet from her head, in plain sight of the tigress it belonged to — he leisurely and noisily goes about the business of devouring the rest of the brutally amputated leg, the wet crunching sounds unmistakably announcing its fate.*
16:30 Tamara: *She releases the air on her lungs at the first slash of theeth, in a loud howl of pain. Then she cries and yells in pain at each slash of theeth. In fact, she doesn't stop crying and yelling all the while. Her leg bleed heavily as the dragon rips it's flesh and swallow it. She stares at the femur through her foggy eyes, the green colour of her iris slowly fading away. She knows where the bone comes from, but she does not fully realize it. Somehting the dragon may notice, is that her cries and yells seems to be weakening. In fact, the heavy loss of blood she suffered (she's literaly lying into a pool of her own blood) is slowly leading the anthro-tigress to unconsciousness.*
16:38 Misc: *He audibly gulps down the thoroughly masticated remnants of the tigress' calf and foot, and then just as audibly licks his lips clean — or mostly clean — of the blood that had been accumulating there while he demolished the shapely limb. He drops his muzzle back down, gives his tongue a quick flick across the stump of her tail, then, with a low growl, slowly runs his tongue along one cheek of her rump. After another such lick, he slowly, deliberately sets his fangs to her rump, gradually pushing the sharp teeth into the flesh. But instead of attacking her backside with the enthusiasm he displayed with her thigh, he takes only the one small bite for now. He then leisurely stands, digging his toes underneath her and roughly rolling her over onto her back again, swallowing the tiny morsel of flesh while leering down at her. He knew she'd likely still be alive, but he's pleasantly surprised — and even a little impressed — that she's still conscious after the ordeal he's put her though.* Not quite the beautiful little tigress you used to be, I'm afraid, but that's probably the least of your worries now, hm? Don't you worry, though, I'm not done with you yet. *His leering grin widens slightly, and he crouches down below her hips, pushing the one remaining leg to the side as if spreading her legs again.* Won't be much longer now, though.
16:50 Tamara: *She's still conscious, eyes wide open in shock and pain. But her voice is quickly turning into a faint squeak, her skin is turning very pale under her fur, her eyes are half-closed, and the green colour of her iris is half as bright as it used to be. Huge amounts of blood are flowing out of her body through her numerous wounds. And, if one except the uncontrollable shivers waving through her body, she does not move anymore. She doesn't even raises her head to see what will be the dragon's next move. She hasn't enough forces remaining to do so. Nor do she really cares about which part of her body will go next. The only thing she cares is how painful it will be. Given he's going again on one of her most tender and sensitive part, it will be very painful. She hopes it will be painful enough to fall into unconsciousness at least, to die is possible.*
16:58 Misc: *He expects her to be expecting another violating lick what he gave her before, but that's not what's on his mind. Playtime is over, and now he means business. He has a good bit of meat in his belly now, meat provided by her body, and that's served to remind him of just how hungry he really is. His teeth sink into the flesh on either side of her much abused sex, and he bites down. Hard. Hard enough to fracture her pelvis. Planting one hand on top of her remaining thigh and the other where her other leg used to be, he holds her tightly while savagely yanking his head up and back, ripping most of her pubic region and the torn flesh of her sex from her body. Even while he callously grinds the delicate and abused mouthful between his teeth, he can taste the unmistakable flavor left by his earlier rape of the tigress. Almost before swallowing that succulent morsel of feminine meat, he dips his head again, this time to the gruesome wound he left when his teeth carved one of her legs from her body.*
17:09 Tamara: *Her whole body (well, what's left of it) spasms violently when he bites her sex and fracture her pelvis. She arches, her fur waving like an earthquake was going on on it, eyes and mouth wide open, a loud and long howl escaping her lips when he tore her sex from her body. The unbearable pain overwhelm what's left of her mind, causing her to go crazy. Her heartbeat becomes more erratic, and the bloos flowing from her wounds is less important than before. Her voice is nothing more than a faint squeak now, and her green eyes are becoming more and more clear as time goes on.*
17:17 Misc: *Still ignoring her crying and screaming — though noting that they're fading — he wraps his jaws around the side of that one hip and bites down hungrily. He also jams a hand just under her breastbone, pushing down to hold her more or less still, even though the violent spasm of movement won't affect his ability to keep feeding on the slowly dying tigress. Even fractured, her pelvis proves to be too tough to just bite through immediately, so he has to gnaw and chew his way through it, the bone cracking and popping under the flesh his teeth are shredding in the meantime. Eventually, it gives way, and he yanks his head upward with another gory mouthful of meat torn from the tigress' still living body. While he chews, he shifts his position slightly, moving back a little and crouching himself a little bit lower, his muzzle poised by the horrific wound he's inflicted.*
17:27 Tamara: *The spasms ease a bit, as either the body get used to the pain, or the mind did not feel it. Maybe both. But what is sure is that Tamara is no more able to fully understand her situation. She feels, of course, the dragon chewing and gnawing his way through her pelvis, but she didn't seems to care. It is an odd feeling to have something chewing your insides, but there's no more reaction. Her world is blurred and is darkening as life leaves her body with each drop of blood flowing out her wound, and each bit of flesh torn from her body. 'See how the mighty have fallen!' The once powerful and feared tigress is now no more than dragon's meat. And her beautiful, lovely and nice-shaped body is now a bloody mess: she misses one arm, one leg and one breast, her other hand is cut at the wrist, her other leg is wounded, and her belly is nearly ripped open, a good chunk of flesh (including her sex) and bones missing.*
17:36 Misc: *He takes his hand from her chest, instead digging it up inside her through the gaping wound and gripping at the flesh beneath her ribs with his claws. His other hand he puts on the other side of that wound, near the top of the thigh still attached to her body. With no bones to get in his way, he easily manages to yank that hand upward, ripping the flesh from the top of the thigh up to the bottom of her ribcage. He folds that torn flap of skin from her belly up over the breast she still has, exposing her internal organs. With no thought given to whether she's still alive or conscious, he thrusts his muzzle into the bloody mess, rooting around and biting at whatever organs are conveniently in reach. Kidneys, ovaries, intestines… if his jaws close around it, he hungrily bites it away and ravenously bolts it down. And then goes back to rooting around for another mouthful of tigress organs in his grisly feast.*
17:45 Tamara: *Her body lays still now. Even when he rip her open, or when he bites at her internal organs, her body does not move. Tamara's head lays on the side, eyes and mouth wide open. Her conscious quickly fades into darkness, as the green of her iris completely fades away. The last drop of blood flows through her mouth, due to the massive damages the dragon is doing to her internal organs. Then she breathe out one last time, and dies. The dragon is now eating the flesh of a dead corpse. A corpse whose only intact part is the head. If it wasn't for the pain on he face and the completely white eyes, one could believe she's sleeping by looking only at her head.*
17:58 Misc: *He can tell when she finally perishes, mainly because he can feel her heart and lungs stop, her only movements now being those caused by his own movements as he continues to dine. He growls softly and grins around his current mouthful of unrecognizable tigress meat. He's actually rather impressed that she managed to survive as long as she did, most others he's caught usually died of just the shock alone once he really got started on them. Dead or not though, it doesn't stop him from methodically devouring the rest of her internal organs, chewing them up into a bloody paste before gulping the almost liquified mess down. At that point, he finally decides that he's more or less eaten his fill for the night. Not being one to want to waste as wonderful a catch as this, he calmly grabs what's left of her by the throat and heads back up the tree he'd been waiting for her in, hauling her carcass up for a snack later — and perhaps something more, if he's in the mood, he ponders to himself looking at her slightly open mouth, just as a sort of final insult to the tigress. But regardless, it will be later. For now, he's a sated dragon. Draping her over a branch, he settles himself on another branch and settles back against the trunk. He casts a quick glance down at the deer that first caught Tamara's attention, considering bring it up into the tree for later as well. He decides against it though. Who knows, maybe it might catch him someone else…*
18:04 Tamara: ((I think I love Misc! ^^))
18:05 Misc: ((…I think I'm developing a fan club… ^.^; ))