Barn Storehouse

Jacqueline took the truck back to the barn, with the bushels of apples she was going to put into storage. Her cousin Belle who also lived on the property had told her that she thought she'd seen a monster inside the building the day after that strange light spectacle. She doubted it, but she'd check it out regardless. She wanted to head to the Gunslinger Association as soon as she could, but couldn't leave a girl of the age of 15 all by her lonesome out here to manage the place. Though her Uncle, Belle's father, would be coming back any day now, she would leave then, and see what the Association thought of all this.



She got out of the truck with a sigh. Still in her farm clothes, she removed the bushels from the back of the truck and brought them one-by-one into the barn. It was dark, musty and had a slight sweet scent thanks to the aroma of the apples. Inside, she clapped her gloved hands on her tight blue jeans and looked about the rafters. It was dark and unsettling up there, but she could sense nothing out of place either up there. Shaking her head with a little chuckle, she turned to leave the barn, wrapping the chain around the doors before heading to the house to wash up.

It was getting dark again, and the Night Stalker Beast made his way back to the Ranch. He had been unsuccessful in the neighbouring wastelands all morning in finding something substantial enough to eat. If he wanted to cross the wasteland and make it further south to the Amaine Forest, where easily obtainable food was more plentiful, he would need a substantial sized meal. He had mistakenly found this oasis in the wasteland after stowing away on a semi truck a week ago. It left without him, and he's been stuck here since. He'd been taking shelter inside the barn near the rustic home for a while now, and it was a nice place to keep warm after dark. He was worried that the humans here would have already made an attempt at his life after that red headed teen had spotted him in the darkness of the barn. He didn't know what to do so he had to be careful around them.

Grooooan....

He was so hungry... he felt if he didn't eat something in the next three nights, he'd starve to death.

He kept low to the ground, his dark scales squeezed against ribs and a sunken in belly. His long tail whipped side to side, and he crawled in a fast paced, four legged sprint to the Barn's doors. If one of the humans had spotted him now, not only would he be dead (for he would be forced to flee into wastelands or die by their methods), he would appear to move like how a lizard or gecko would in the grass or up a tree; though he actually had arms and legs, using them all at once gave him a critical speed boost. Thankfully, not many of the humans on this farm moved about this late at night.

As he came to the door, he noticed that it was chained shut again. Trying not to voice his displeasure at this, the large yellow eyed beast looked up towards the roof, where those weird doors or windows that lead into the rafters. Exhaling through his nostrils like small CO₂ Canisters, he took both hand and claw, digging deep into the wood and began climbing. It took hardly any effort to climb the old barn face, climbing up to those strange doors with ease as he then manipulated the outside latch. As he did, his eyes caught light from the adjacent house. He froze as the older woman entered the room, and was getting dressed in front of her mirror. She had curvaceous, supple features... but he had no time to watch as she dressed, only glimpse as she removed her towel. Such smooth honey colored skin, large buttocks and breasts... He quickly entered the building before too much suspicion could be raised as the sun was not completely down yet and darkness hadn't completely arrived to cloak his activities.

Inside, and safe, with those doors closed he began to settle down. The dusty air swirled around him as he quietly descended into the depths of the barn. On the ground level, the nearly nine foot tall beast scanned the darkness. It looked bright as day to him in here, or a little dimmer he supposed. It was all thanks to his Lowlight vision. His vision then turned to the bushels of apples, in which he then made a sound similar to a gasp or heavy sigh. He wished that this was like one of those barns with sheep or something, he'd have no qualms about killing a few and devouring them right now. Though as he leaned back, human like on a few empty sacks piled up like blankets, he tore open one of the sacks and began to yank out a few apples at a time, tossing them into his gullet and crunch down on them. He was...so...tired.... of eating just apples. They were not filling enough for him, and after a week of this... he only wished for some meat...solid, blood rich, meat.

Unsurprisingly, thinking of that mortal in the window made the apples easier to swallow. He would have liked a bite out of her... he'd seen her around, but she definitely was the most terrifying of the mortals here. During the week, a few men tried to slip there way into the orchard. Getting the vibe these were intruders, he was debating about eating them, so no suspicion would have arisen if he did. However, the girl shot at them, non-lethally scaring them off the property. She was a troublesome thing, and it was too bad, he would probably have enjoyed those billowing curves of hers sliding down his tight throat...

He grunted loudly, blushing slightly as he then ate even more apples, yet still not filling his appetite...

The air outside the home was still humid, but she could tell by the sticky air it was going to pour down hard tonight. "Perhaps it's best I'd just have Belle spend the night at my place..." she thought as Jack was heading to her beat up red truck, passing the barn's chained doors. As she did, she paused, momentarily, her large seductive eyes blinking and her peek-a-boo bang covering her right eye bounced. She turned towards the direction of the barn...thinking she heard slurps and munching sounds from the other side...

Is someone inside the barn? She pondered, looking at the chained door. It would have been impossible, as she doubted someone would have climbed up and still be able to manipulate the hay loft's doors without a ladder, and looking upon the ground, she could see none of the sort but stranger, smaller holes. She stepped quietly up to the double doors, pressing the palms of both of her half-fingered gloved hands and her right ear (and unavoidably, her right breast which was squished against the door) the flat surface of the door, listening intently. Her large green eyes were wide and alert, cold sweat trickling down the left side of her cheek, and her soft pink lips turned into a flat, expressionless grin. She listened carefully, keeping quiet herself, to see if she was indeed hearing what she thought she was hearing coming from within the Barn...

The Night Stalker continued to heartily feast on the apples the humans had picked and worked so hard to collect. He had eaten perhaps half a sack, and still, his hunger wouldn't leave him. The continuous days and nights just eating apples was wearing him down, both physically and mentally. Thankfully, thinking of that curvaceous farm hand made the apples go down easier, but it still didn't help his aching craving for meat. He continued to munch and grind the apples under his teeth when his tall ears lifted like that of a rabbit or dog. He could hear something press faintly against the door, his large yellow eyes wide as he slowly turned his head towards it.

ULP... Gllllrrk

He gulped, swallowing a hefty amount of apples. He didn't know if the thing on the other side of the door could hear him, but they were breathing shallowly as he could make out the subtle breaths with his powerful ears. He decided it was best not to move, and simply wait and listen himself inside the darkness of the barn...

NightStalkerSrei wrote:
CRUNCHMUNCHCRUNCH....
ULP... Gllllrrk

In a single blink of her large, alert green eyes, her expression turned to that of worry. Her eyes wavering and large, her brows angled, and her lower lip curled under her upper teeth as she bit them nervously. Someone or something was in that barn. The rumors Belle had suggested about a monster inside the barn made her doubt her prior judgment on the idea, for if there was a beast on the farm it had to be dealt with soon, before somebody got hurt, Belle especially. Slowly stepping away with a sneaky gait, she hopped back with her breasts bobbing behind their multiple layers of support as she made her way to the truck. She carefully, and slowly opened the driver side door. The interior light radiated the cabin as she leaned inside, her chest rubbing across the back of the seat as she reached up and grabbed the Crest STG-S Shotgun (Wood) [CLICK HERE FOR INFO] from the rack above. Her father made it a point to train all who lived on the orchard around the operation of a gun. She was definitely no exception to that rule as she was considered a prodigy according to her father.

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She lifted the large shotgun from the rack, holding the fore stock with her left hand as she then turned and opened the glove box to grab the box of shells and the electric torch. She clicked the torch on, and a cone of light radiated the area she pointed at. She then took five shells and loaded the underside of the shotgun as quietly as she could.

Shick. Shick. Shick. Shick. Shick.

She then, carefully, pulled back the semi-auto bolt, to load the first shell into the chamber of the large bore gun, while also cocking it in the process. It was heavy, showing resistance as she glided the stainless silver bolt back slowly, sweating as she did so as she feared the noise would echo and could be heard if she was not careful enough. She'd rather have surprise on her side and be ready to confront the person or thing within the barn without no issue. Then again, a semi-auto shotgun was likely going to deter them one way or another anyway.

Cli-ik-ik-ik-ik-ik---CLICK

She could hear the spring click fully behind the bolt, which made her sigh with relief as she then slowly resettled and closed the bolt back into its original position without making any further noise. Most people who were gun ho would usually slide back the bolt and let go, making that almost iconic Click-CLINK sound shotguns make when they're ready to be fired. However, it was exactly that reason why she did her best to be quiet, as again, she wanted to be somewhat stealthy.

With her gun loaded and ready, she took the torch in her other hand and made her way over to the barn without closing the door to her truck, leaving the extra box of shells on the driver's seat. She gripped the shotgun's stock firmly in her right hand, clicking the torch back on before wedging it between her teeth. She nervously grabbed hold of the chains with her left hand, being cautious as she unwound the stainless chains and softly lowered them into a coiling pile beneath the left door. They made soft metallic clinking noises as she carefully settled the chain links against the dry, worn patch of dirt. Once finished, she then grabbed the torch from her mouth, locking it between her palm while her other fingers grasped the right door's handle.

Okay.... one....two.... She counted mentally in her head, before throwing open the door, the large gun quickly raised and the wooden and rubberized stock locked between her shoulder, her right cheek resting upon it as well, her left hand with the torch still brightly illuminating the path ahead of her was wedged between her hand and the fore stock, which her left fingers grasped tightly as she aimed both the light of her torch, and the dangerous wide bore of her shotgun into the darkness. Her eyes, fierce and bright green as she entered the barn and swept the room with the hunting weapon.

Jack Sieversii wrote:
With her gun loaded and ready, she took the torch in her other hand and made her way over to the barn without closing the door to her truck, leaving the extra box of shells on the driver's seat. She gripped the shotgun's stock firmly in her right hand, clicking the torch back on before wedging it between her teeth. She nervously grabbed hold of the chains with her left hand, being cautious as she unwound the stainless chains and softly lowered them into a coiling pile beneath the left door. They made soft metallic clinking noises as she carefully settled the chain links against the dry, worn patch of dirt. Once finished, she then grabbed the torch from her mouth, locking it between her palm while her other fingers grasped the right door's handle.

Okay.... one....two.... She counted mentally in her head, before throwing open the door, the large gun quickly raised and the wooden and rubberized stock locked between her shoulder, her right cheek resting upon it as well, her left hand with the torch still brightly illuminating the path ahead of her was wedged between her hand and the fore stock, which her left fingers grasped tightly as she aimed both the light of her torch, and the dangerous wide bore of her shotgun into the darkness. Her eyes, fierce and bright green as she entered the barn and swept the room with the hunting weapon.

All the young woman would see as she swept the room was musty barn air and dust particles in the path of the light's beam. That and that three of the bushels of apples she had mulled over prior to storing them in here were torn apart. Crushed and half eaten apples lay across the barn floor, wet spots left from their juices from their crushed state, and the burlap sacks were shredded to ribbons, but most of the contents were missing...

The beast hadn't moved from his spot, as his hearing which was far better than a human's picked up the tell tale clanging and loading of some sort of weapon as well as the careful placement of the chain as they removed it from the door. He had closed his eyes as the flash of light radiated against his face, but thanks to the darkness and angle of the human's light he wasn't easily spotted. His large, nearly 9' frame was sitting on his haunches, back against one of the barn walls and two stables, making his shadow cast by this light a tad harder to locate as the stall's walls were cast with him. He could almost breath a sigh of relief, but then there was that lovely honey scent drifting into his nose. As the light shined away from him, he decided to peak, without having to worry about her seeing his large yellow eyes. This skill was an ability all Night Stalker Beast's had. It was often laughable how the other races could easily mistake a Night Stalker Beast with a dragon, or giant lizard of sorts. In a way, they were a bit of both, as well as bestial. He was reptilian enough to be cold blooded, but his kind could also brave cold environments rather well too.

His large yellow eyes blink, narrowing in on the human who had decided to take an evening stroll...

"Awwwww for Emir's Sake!!" she exclaimed upon shining the light upon the wasted crop. She lowered her arms shaking her head as she then swept the rest of the barn, plus the rafters. She didn't see any signs of anyone else being here, which made it all the more troubling. "Damn it..." she spat, lowering the gun and torch.

She was no longer in her farm clothes, and she was no longer naked, as the young lady gunman was now sporting short shorts, a cropped white t-shirt which formed tightly around her boobs and pressed firmly together for a seductive amount of cleavage. She was also wearing thigh highs attached to a garter, cowboy boots, and a brown leather jacket and stetson:



She blew her peek-a-boo bang with a raspberry sound, frustrated at the loss of such fine crops. Once she was sure she was safe, she knelt down beside the ruined crops, setting the torch down on the ground before taking off her hat with her left hand bringing it to her knee, while she slid her right hand from the trigger of the shotgun up to the fore stock. She planted the butt of the weapon onto the surface of the barn, with the barrel pointed up. Her large, sparkling green eyes intently looked over the scene, before slipping the hat back on and reached out for one of the apples which looked half eaten. She took the slimy thing, glad she had fingerless gloves as she lifted it up and inspected it. It looked like it had seen the bad side of a vise, and there were long narrow grooves bore into the flesh and 'meat' so to speak, of the fruit. "What...in Emir's Name could have done this?" she said out loud, her southern draw thick and her tone low. She narrowed her eyes, while sliding her thumb through one of the grooves.

Jack Sieversii wrote:
She was no longer in her farm clothes, and she was no longer naked, as the young lady gunman was now sporting short shorts, a cropped white t-shirt which formed tightly around her boobs and pressed firmly together for a seductive amount of cleavage. She was also wearing thigh highs attached to a garter, cowboy boots, and a brown leather jacket and stetson:



She blew her peek-a-boo bang with a raspberry sound, frustrated at the loss of such fine crops. Once she was sure she was safe, she knelt down beside the ruined crops, setting the torch down on the ground before taking off her hat with her left hand bringing it to her knee, while she slid her right hand from the trigger of the shotgun up to the fore stock. She planted the butt of the weapon onto the surface of the barn, with the barrel pointed up. Her large, sparkling green eyes intently looked over the scene, before slipping the hat back on and reached out for one of the apples which looked half eaten. She took the slimy thing, glad she had fingerless gloves as she lifted it up and inspected it. It looked like it had seen the bad side of a vise, and there were long narrow grooves bore into the flesh and 'meat' so to speak, of the fruit. "What...in Emir's Name could have done this?" she said out loud, her southern draw thick and her tone low. She narrowed her eyes, while sliding her thumb through one of the grooves.

His large yellow eyes took in the farmer girl, and had to suppress a shutter of shock. The human appeared to have finished changing some time ago, and even so she looked quite ravishing in this attire. She was hunkered down, and allowed him to peek down her taut cropped blouse she was wearing. So much support for such enlarged assets, each one had to be as round as her own face! He watched them subtly jiggle, trying his best not to make any sudden movements. On one hand, he was for once able to get a closer look at the rather curvaceous human up close, while on the other, knowing full well she'd end his life rather quickly if she found him out. He was getting nervous, and his eyes widened as she reached for one of the apples by his left thigh. He watched, sweating slightly as she nearly touched him, but as she drew her hand back he slumped his shoulders slightly. He took in her curvaceous form, her breasts squishing against one another, her thick thighs, that light copper complexion... her eyes were hidden by the brim of her hat now, and she still hadn't seen him yet. Her scent drifted into his nostrils, a heavenly scent which made his eyes roll back, a grin forming while his mouth watered and his stomach...

Grooooooan....

He froze, looking back down at the woman intently. If she found him, she would hunt him down or kill him, not only that, but alert the other farm hands if that shot goes off! Then he'd have to flee to the wastelands to die of hunger or face backwoods justice....

Unless... he ate her. Glancing over her as he waited to see if she had noticed his growling stomach, she looked about 3 feet under his own height. With her height and weight from those lovely curves, she'd be a filling enough meal to cross the wastelands... yes. Yessss

He felt his heart race behind the plating of his chest, and held back hunger pains as best as he could as he observed her as sexy, solid, blood rich, meat. He again thinks of those supple curves trying squeeze down the tight channel in his throat, of how much of a pain and how tasty it would be to force her deep, down into his stomach.

He would have to think of a way to disarm her though, for if that shotgun went off he'd wouldn't be able to safely escape with her. He had to do this as stealthily as possible. His tail still stretched out upon the floor in front of him, in an attempt to throw the woman off, swished against a stool with a metal bucket on top of it. The bucket and stool fell, with the bucket clanging loudly behind the lovely farmhand, and hopefully soon to be meal ticket out of this oasis.

NightStalkerSrei wrote:

Grooooooan....

He froze, looking back down at the woman intently. If she found him, she would hunt him down or kill him, not only that, but alert the other farm hands if that shot goes off! Then he'd have to flee to the wastelands to die of hunger or face backwoods justice....

Unless... he ate her. Glancing over her as he waited to see if she had noticed his growling stomach, she looked about 3 feet under his own height. With her height and weight from those lovely curves, she'd be a filling enough meal to cross the wastelands... yes. Yessss

He felt his heart race behind the plating of his chest, and held back hunger pains as best as he could as he observed her as sexy, solid, blood rich, meat. He again thinks of those supple curves trying squeeze down the tight channel in his throat, of how much of a pain and how tasty it would be to force her deep, down into his stomach.

He would have to think of a way to disarm her though, for if that shotgun went off he'd wouldn't be able to safely escape with her. He had to do this as stealthily as possible. His tail still stretched out upon the floor in front of him, in an attempt to throw the woman off, swished against a stool with a metal bucket on top of it. The bucket and stool fell, with the bucket clanging loudly behind the lovely farmhand, and hopefully soon to be meal ticket out of this oasis.

Jack blinked, frowning as she turned towards her left with a look of surprise. For a moment I thought I heard a stomach growling... it sounded like a bear, but it was so close-

Her eyes widened, and she gasped slightly, feeling the cold sweat dripping down her beautiful features turning to the left where she heard the growl. Her heart rate slowed, but it beat so loudly against her chest she could swear it was being torn out of it. Her breasts raised and fell, quivering as she dropped the apple. What...what if I'm not alone after all...it sounded like it was right next to me. Could it be...invisible? she pondered, worried that she may be right as she raised her left hand and reached, hands ready to grasp something solid out of thin air-

CLASH-CLANG!

"HAH!" she gasped, wide eyed, mouth in the shape of an 'O' while quickly turning around and stood up, her feet causing the torch to spin on the ground, spinning the light it radiated wildly in an almost strobe light. She scrambled to lower her right hand from the fore stock to the grip on the shot gun, while her left grabbed the fore stock. However, it appeared that there was nothing there that could have knocked over the stool and in turn the bucket. She maintained trigger discipline while aiming about in the darkness, feeling nervous and tension building. She squatted down on her thighs, right hand gripping the shotgun loosely as her left hand scrambled for the rolling torch, and for a moment thought she felt something smooth, like dolphin skin. She turned quickly to what she could have possibly grabbed, only to find the torch. Breahing a heavy sigh of relief, she grabbed the torch, and stood up. She was going to leave this damned place, and was turning to leave now. "To hell with this barn, I'll check it out when it's daylight!" she exclaimed, frightened and alone. She could feel her heart race as she turned towards the door and quickly jet the hell out of there!

The beast watched with bated breath as the woman looked liked she was about to touch him, figuring she'd have already discovered his secret, but she stopped as soon as he knocked over that bucket, and it caused her to quickly turn around with a sharp cry. He could have sighed with relief, but didn't as to not disrupt the momentary advantage he was given. He watched her swing the big weapon around, looking for an adversary which was beside her the entire experience. It was amusing, in fact, and the beast never did get tired of such mischief he caused to many creatures and humanoids alike. As she scrambled for the electronic light upon the ground, her eyes cutting into the darkness ahead of her, weapon shakily held in one arm while her other hand grasped blindly for the light, she touched his mid-lower abdomen. His body was smooth, as opposed to being scaly or tough as leather (with exception to his back and the chest plating). It almost had a 'synthetic' feel to it, like vinyl. Feeling her hand upon an area of his torso which she'd be hopefully well acquainted with soon enough, made the beast quiver with anticipation and lust. He sought to consume her quite gluttonously after her little display in her bedroom, though it was a show without an intentional audience, the beast was both enamoured and feverish about her lovely supple form, and deep down longed for this meal; especially after his insatiate experience with boring apples for the last week he'd been stranded here!

As he read her face, he saw the tell tale look of mortals who have bumped into him or grabbed him while he was invisible. He watched her hand slide around the curve of his abdomen, and positioned the torch near where her hand had fell. When she turned with wide, vibrant and terrified eyes, he grinned when in her desire to look for the light outweighed the experience of slapping his abdomen. As she grabbed the light and stood up, he slowly stood up as well. Spooking her out of her skin he definitely achieved as she turned to sprint out of the barn, turning himself so his long tail had more freedom to move. After her declaration of departure, and almost too deliciously on cue, the beast whipped out his rather prehensile tail and wrapped the tip of his tail tightly around her neck. To make things worse for her, he took a few steps deeper into the barn, his size making it easy to drag her as he took three large steps before making her experience even worse; leaping up onto one of the beams across the rafters above them, he dug his nails into the wood, visibly punching holes into them. He then yanked her further back, and upwards; causing her hat to fall off in the process. Surely, the grip on her weapon and flashlight would be less entertained than the invisible, furry cord which gripped tightly around her neck and tickled at her chin. He raised her, while clinging to the ceiling, about a foot off the ground, strangling her as she made choking and strained whines beneath him!

It happened all in an instant as she felt something foreign and furry wrap forcefully around her neck like a whip. Her eyes widened, in sheer terror as she could feel something had snagged her neck like a whip wrapping around a beam, yet could not see what had grasped her in question. "ACK-ufffffffck" her voice cracked and quickly muffled, her chin pointing up forcefully, her mouth becoming slack, gaping with saliva trailing down the corners of her quivering pink lips as she was denied a scream. Muted, her body snagging on this unseen force, her boots only grinding into the wooden boards beneath her feet, only scuffing both her cowboy boots and the sturdy boards; her legs oblivious to the fact that she could not move any further yet still were pumping and pedaling! GodsIcantbreath! What the HELLS got me?! Emir The Farmer, what in the Twelve has got me hog tied?! her inner thoughts screamed for the lack of being able to voice her opinion on this matter most terrifying! "elk...gahf...kelkkkkffffff" her muffled strained and gurgled noises exclaimed, hardly a whisper as she turned her cracked red eyes towards the shotgun held loosely in her right hand. I'll use the shotgun! It should draw attention! She mentally exclaimed before all struggles were seized momentarily and she felt her body being forced further back, causing everything below her neck to swing forward. She felt like she had been clothes lined in the neck, her arms reaching forward, her heels kicking out, scything as her torso was being yanked back though her large hips thighs and legs swung out, stomping onto the wooden flooring. It was pain on her neck, and the action was so unexpected, her body felt stunned, and she watched with macabre irony as the weapon she had so patiently and silently loaded for a surprise attack, fell from her grasp. She watched, wishing with all her might as it fell that it would slamfire, shooting the shell still primed in the chamber.

She watched it fall as if in slow motion, the gun slowly falling while the corners of her vision became negative and fuzzy as she was yanked further away from safety. The weapon fell at a slight angle, barrel pointed down while the butt of the gun was parallel with her own body. It fell barrel first, the gun bouncing, rotating and falling onto the right side where the shells would normally eject upon firing. Clank

Nothing. Her emerald gaze becoming pin pricks upon watching her hope dash out the window. Such a terrible show playing before her hazy eyes, her mind went momentary blank with despair; half knowing that how well she maintained that firearm, that it wouldn't slamfire. The corners of her eyes teared up as she snapped back from the disheartening realization that this was truly happening to her, buckling her knees as she was falling back yet still resisted being carried off by some unknown...thing. Her torch was also falling at this point, and it was kicked by her reeling thighs, bouncing off her left thigh before connecting with her knee albeit painfully before it was punted by her pedaling ankles. The silver cigar shaped object shot up, it's synthetic lighting spinning wildly as it crashed down, with a loud metallic CLANG! It's cone of illumination against her, causing her to wince, seeing a flash imprinted in her retinas. Clenching her eyelids tightly, she blindly grabbed at her neck with both hands, feeling a strange mix of something similar to vinyl fabric and hair around her delicate neck. She slammed both her heels into the wooden floor, which made a loud squealing sound as she was dragged at an angle, choking and gasping for air!

"urk...clk...clrrk...uk"

Her breasts swayed left and right as she swung her torso vehemently in both directions multiple times, struggling to no avail to remove this thing from around her neck! It's smooth skin was warm, squishy even. Yet it resisted being yanked away and managed to keep under her chin like a well knotted noose. By the Twelve I think I'm going to die here! Gods no, this cant happen! Not here, not now! her mind shrieked, her long lashes clenched tight, her face contorted into a silent scream which shifted as soon as she fell painfully onto her back, her breasts bobbing violently behind her cropped t-shirt and open leather jacket. Her eyelids shot open again, her pin pricked, cracked red eyes staring up at nothing but the ceiling and empty darkness. She felt the coil around her neck loosen briefly, and for a moment, Jack took a sharp inhale of air:

"whoooooooAHHHCKKkkk!" she was seized suddenly again after that momentary lungful of air, a horrid burning sensation in her inflamed chest being snuffed of sweet sweet oxygen; feeling the coils becoming rigid once more and gripping her neck tighter!

Oh Gods!

Tears fell from her eyes, saliva rolled down her cheeks, her gaping mouth gyrating and snapping at the air, in an attempt to 'gulp' more air which just was not finding its way into her mouth or nose. Her head lifted up from the ground, followed soon after by her torso and thighs, and she knew, what this unseen thing was doing now. Still putting up a fight, she hooked her knees, slamming her heels and scything her legs against the floor boards. Even as they too were reeled up from the floor, defiantly striking the boards with her heels then her toes till her toes could no longer hit the surface! She felt gravity around her, her neck and head painfully pulled up while her body wanted to fall down. Her body twisted as it suspended in mid air, her hazy wet eyes trying to spot the stealthy assassin whom had tortuously yanked her by her slender neck across the floor of the barn; and currently hoisted her nearly a foot off the ground! But there was none, none that she could see! The thoughts of magic or perhaps even ninjutsu being at evil work here settled into her terrified mind. Her tired, heavy arms pulled the rest of her body up against the coil, as she felt the pain and tension build up in her tight, stiffening neck. Her legs scissored wildly above the floor boards, as if she was kicking her long seductive legs while swimming in a pool...or as if, more literally in this case, hanging from a noose.

GodsPleaseSomeoneSaveMe!! Her mind bawled, but only managed soft squeaks as she was held up in such an eerie manner; the thought of someone finding her floating, choking in mid air was absolutely freakish in her mind, if she was in the observers shoes.

"xx..xxxx..xx...xx..xxxx." soft, gasping clicks escaping from her gaping maw and a sore, drying throat. Her vision was becoming dimmer, more fuzzy and her mind more cloudy for her thoughts were being drowned out by the pain in her chest and neck as well as her rigid, yet twitching joints. Sweat slipped down her body in sheets, her tank top drenched down her back and belly, surprisingly her bladder hadn't given out yet, but sweat did crawl down her thick and lovely thighs and the tattoo of apples on her left thigh. She spins there suspended a foot off the ground, her struggles eliciting less energy than they were prior for her strength was sapping out of her body. Her large, white hot eyes glaring up as she spins facing away from the blinding light source laying across the ground and illuminating her invisible gallows. Her hands becoming too numb to hold onto the coils for much longer, her shoulders becoming slack...

She views, with her hazy vision, her silhouette cast by her torch. Not floating as her eyes had deceived her into believing, but hanging by a narrow, whip like limb which began to get wider the longer it climbed up above her. There's a monster in the barn... Belle's words echoed in her mind from this single moment of clarity. She recognized the cone like shape of a tail, reptilian yet lion like before her vision blackened, mind going silent; the pressure her body was taking, was too much. Blacking out, her lips remained agape, and her hands slid from the coils around her neck and then fell with her elbows to her sides. The burning sensation in her chest was slowly ebbing away from her pain receivers as her body was shutting down, her heart, which had been nearly beating out of her chest was slowing down dramatically. Her body became limp, yet swayed by a gentle wavering tail of an invisible beast. She would be dead in less than a minute, her body still twitching as nerves violently shot electrical impulses and jolted numb limbs. Her fingers clenched and relaxed constantly, her toes pointing downward as her body made final attempts to breath in life saving air...

"xx..x...."

The beast felt every nuance of her struggles as this woman put up a most valiant fight, yet it was all in vain as she was slowly strangled by his tail. Clinging to the rafters yet, he looked down, noting the woman's jerky, twitching movements while she swayed beneath him. He could see her clouded eyes glare up at him, her face pale and practically lifeless. This was good for the beast, who would have less of a hard time devouring her now that she was harmless; sapping most of the fight out of her. She'd be helpless to his wiles now, and soon after he will leave this dreaded oasis of apples for more feral and meatier pastures of the Amaine Forest. Drool accumulated in his jaws, dripping onto the floorboards below as his stomach growled in anticipation:

Graaaoooowwwww....

He let the dainty swoon onto the wooden floor as he unfurled his tail, which whipped out excitedly like a dog's before he too dropped down to the wooden flooring. The board shook in the wake of his landing, creaking a little as he then turned to face his prize. Removing his invisibility, for the optical camouflage was no longer required (and it also put a strain on his concentration), the beast slinked towards his fallen prey on all fours. His claws clicked on the floor boards, scratching and dragging beneath his foot and hand falls, his vision fixed to her position. He could ascertain that his Junoesque meal had fallen onto her back in a compromising position. It also appeared she was still in the realm of the living, as her breasts quivered and stomach raised with low, winded and shattered gasps which erupted from the woman's agape mouth.
"Woman put up fight well," came a choppy, high pitched voice that seemed to hiss or exhale as he finished his sentences. "but woman is broken now! Woman will feed Srei, Srei will be well fed! WELL FED!" the shaky, shrill tone declared as he got closer, the voice exiting his sweaty jaws. His eyes were large, focused on the curvaceous woman's rack, before he was spread out on all fours, on top of her, looking down with his reptilian looking head.
Srei cocked his head to the right, studying the humans fluttering eyelids, trembling wet lips and her pale amber toned face which was steadily returning with color. Her neck was red with ligature marks from his tail which had also firmly pressed against her leather choker. She was quite the beautiful and delicious looking thing up close as she was from afar; an asymmetric bang across her right eye, her long hair bundled by a hair tie at the end which was thrown across her left shoulder. She had freckles under her eyes, a slightly rosy nose and up this close a clean scent which she radiated that was to him an intoxicating honey; he lowered the tip of his snout under her chin, pushing her head up slightly and he sniffed her neck deeply.

She was making hoarse, wheezing coughs and gasps, and he pulled back his head and shoulders, practically straddling her laid out body as he stood on his haunches; his tail swaying erratically behind him in subtle whipping movements. He traced his eyes down from her beautiful mortal face, and to the large and heavy breasts she was burdened with. Each orb was about the size of her own head, and quivered easily as she breathed or moved. He greedily reached down with his human like right hand, grasping it with his finger tips. It was warm, incredibly soft and squishy in his pads, and he yanked at it, feeling the ridges of her bra underneath. He played with it, kneading the entire orb with just his fingers, yanking, squishing, pulling. He then let go, witnessing with glee as the orb retracted and bobbed and rolled behind her white tank, narrowing her cleavage, then widening it before both orbs bounced and settled. "Yesss... much meat. MUCH MEAT on this one. Yes...yesss..." the beast spoke again, bringing his snout between her breasts, sniffing deeply again. Each orb bounced and banged against the sides of his snout, and as he dug himself between the woman's large assets, he slipped out his tongue, tasting the hard to ignore flesh before him. His dagger like tongue, not forked like lizards or snakes, glides across her warm, smooth amber skin between her breasts. His tongue like wet sand paper as it glazed the area between her curves in heavy saliva. He dragged his pointed tongue across her a few times, her salty warm flesh inviting under his tongue. Globs of the clear, sticky fluid built up between there, and when he pulled back his head her breasts came together again, forcing the liquid to roll up her neck and shoulders as well as down her abdomen and around her lower breasts. Her shirt soaked through, her lacy bra showing through the cropped white shirt as well now.

"Mmmm...delicious," he said licking his chops with an eerie chuckle as he viewed the semi-conscious woman beneath him with a lustful eye.

BANG--CRASH!!!!

He shuttered for a moment, turning towards the doorway with downward pointed ears, frowning. He figured someone had spoiled his fun-er, meal, showing up with a gun to free the lovely woman from her torture at long last, that he would have little time left on this planet as the female's farmhands prepared to skin him alive- but then another clash of thunder followed the bright intensity of another lightning strike outside. The storm which was predicted by Jacqueline was coming true, and soon following the clashes of thunder and lightning came the tell tale sounds of tapping, tapping of the heavy rain which began to fall upon the barn's roof and the grass and dirt patches outside. He sighed heavily, his eyes closing. "Srei is safe," he says, turning to the woman with wide, hungry eyes again; his lips drawn back into a wide, toothy smile. "Srei continue his fun, yess...." With the heavy thunder acting as an ally, Srei could continue to engorge himself upon this hapless human woman without fear. For even if she did wake up fully, no one will be able to hear her screams.

He lowered his head towards her abdomen, and belly button where his saliva had rolled down to. She had a slightly wide abdomen, not exactly fat as it was more muscle and toned flesh. He slipped his tongue out once more, running it from beneath her belt buckle upwards. "Lehhhhhhhhhhh" he moaned, eyes rolling back as his tongue ran across her belly button, and across the bevelled flesh of her toned core. The woman softly moaned, still semi-conscious as he tasted her surface flesh. After having done this a few times, he had judged that she had a salty taste given from her sweat, but also a subtle sweetness which was similar to that of the apples which he had been accustomed to eating these past seven days. He licked his chops again, and slid his muzzle between her breasts once more, through the gap in her shirt. The act, had spread her cleavage apart once more, squishing around his snout and nose.

"Mmph...taesty...schweet..." came his muffled voice from between her rack, sniffing before licking the area between her breasts and under her shirt again. Then he slid his tongue across the woman's lacy bra, and was suddenly curious about the object. He slid his tongue under the cradle between the folds of her cleavage, coiled around it in a tight, slimy grasp and withdrew his tongue and head in a jerking back motion. The strong, elastic DD Cup bra pulled the woman up from the floor as Srei raised his head. Her arms and shoulders still slumped against the wooden floor, her head and neck arching back, causing the tied hair over her left shoulder to slide off and fall across her hovering back. The bra's padding around her voluminous bosom slid up her breasts from the force as well as saliva accumulated there, while the jiggly flesh beneath were suddenly released and filled out the woman's soaking white tank. The cropped tank now had hints of amber color meshing through it, caused from the woman's flesh underneath. Her small pink nipples embossing the shirt, while the white lace bra which once covered them was partially visible and being pulled from the top opening of her wet tank top. She still hung limply as he tried to shake the bra out from her top, shaking her sagging upper body left to right, and causing the tank to jiggle more freely due to the released boobs underneath the soggy fabric.

"Shroong... shrong asff womaff.." The creature remarked at how strong the material was in similarity to the woman, albeit tongue tied and with an irritated disposition. His brows tilted down in frustration, his teeth bared into a forced grin. He reeled his tongue in, raising the bra and woman to his mouth, before biting down with his sharp teeth against the center of her bra. The bra snapped, and the woman's body jolted slightly downward, yet still dangled there and was nearly posed sitting up at this point. He then tugged back a few times till the bra's straps finally tore away and the woman fell flat against her back with a low thud, and Srei had the remnants of her bra in his front teeth. Her bosom jiggled much more now that the bra had been removed while the cropped tank and leather jacket had remained on. Her nipples showing through the soaking thin material, and the woman beneath him looked like a first prize winner at any wet t-shirt contest (to any one else who'd have such an honor to be over top such a ravishing specimen). Though she was lovely, he definitely saw her as Grade A cuisine, instead.

He jerked his head towards his left, spitting out her tattered, saliva caked bra with a sickening splat. He snickered excitedly, playfully glancing her up and down beneath him once more as he debated on how he will begin his feast.

As the creature let go, her body hit the floor, heels connecting to the floor boards first before falling onto her back. Through blurry eyes, her vision went in and out, looking up at the ceiling where the shadow of a large, invisible creature spread out by the rays of her torch. "whoooooooAHHH-" she gasped again, hoarsely coughing as her blurry blackened vision had tints of red in it, her eyelids blinking before she blacked out again from the pain in her chest.

Srei wrote:"Woman put up fight well," came a choppy, high pitched voice that seemed to hiss or exhale as he finished his sentences.

The harsh, new voice made her eyes flutter open again, accompanied with another wheeze of air, her body seemingly unable to comprehend she was no longer being strangled, till she coughed and whooped. Air finally bellowed into her lungs, but it was painful, her insides feeling like they were lit on fire. She could make out the shape of some large creature materializing from the darkness, if like a shadow, and she blacked out again after a shocked induced wheeze of panic.

Srei wrote:"but woman is broken now! Woman will feed Srei, Srei will be well fed! WELL FED!"

She reopened her fluttering eyes again, and her mind was beginning to return from the darkness, although in pieces. I'm... alive? she thought, blinking gently as her hazy vision tried to clear up. Her head hurt like a sonvabitch, and her limbs felt heavy and stiff. She then gasped with terror as she made out the blur of the beast which now laid over her weakened body. At first, she thought it was a dragon, but it was too small. It also seemed to have beastly features more associated with warm blooded creatures, as it was not scaly in the slightest. It's vinyl fabric like skin smooth and delicate, and very warm. Feed...? Woman will....feed? The thought drained with the shock of the creature looming over her during an already painful experience; forcing her eyes roll back and lashes flutter. Her vision became black once again.

Is it real? Am I actually alive? Or did I die? Whats...going on....? her fuzzy mind tried to rationalize if the beast was really there or if she was actually in some sort of limbo. Though her world was dark, seemed confusing and painful, she could feel the thing, and it's eyes upon her, imaginary or not. Pained wheezes exited her quivering pink lips, her chest still on fire, enough to make her squirm if her body would allow her to move it. She could feel it's cold snout press against her neck, raising her chin as she felt and heard the creature sniff. It made her yelp, though it was barely a moan, her body still not fully recovering from the assault. It was an awkward experience for her, because she couldn't tell if it was just her mind in a death void, or if she was experiencing something truly horrific. Her mind would become rational one moment, telling her to move, then it would become foggy and blank, and she'd would be asking herself the same questions over again, as if on a constant loop. Oxygen entering her lungs in winded gasps hurt like hell, and she couldn't feel her fingers or toes. Her body felt like it was constantly being turned on and off; able to work and think one moment, but then shutting down the next.

She then felt it's alien fingers, large enough to almost wrap around her thick body, grasp at her left breast. The entire orb was grasped by five large digits that were manipulating her left tit like if it was a ball of dough. "uhhhh...." She tried to cry out, but couldn't. Only a soft murmuring moan escaped her trembling pink lips, instead of an air deprived wheeze. It's touching me...
She felt trapped, unable to move, unable to process if this was reality or sheer fear. She was unable to fight back. Jack was, in a very real manner, a prisoner locked within her own, broken and soar body. And if the beast was indeed real, he was her jailer.

He continued to play with her breast, before finally she felt it leave his creepy grasp. The bouncing flesh retracted and bounced against her right breast. "Hahhh-!" she gasped, before coughing harshly with a coppery taste in her throbbing throat.

Srei wrote:"Yesss... much meat. MUCH MEAT on this one. Yes...yesss..."

Meat...? Feed...? Oh.... no.... her mind shattered, as the thought entered her buzzing head, and she could feel it's snout between her breasts. "uhhhhhh..." she weakly protested, her voice cracked and harsh, feeling the beast sniff her again, wedged between the twin valleys of her chest. Get it off, get it off me!! Her mind screamed, her body still, apart from her large assets which bounced and banged against the beast's nose, unable to move or react. Even as he motorboats deeper between her cleavage. Her mind shut down again, as it got worse when the tongue slipped out. It's dagger like shape gliding up and down, the feeling of something moist and coarse against her naked flesh between the valleys of her curves. It ran across the inner sides of her boobs, and across the smooth flesh of her torso between her breasts. Warm, gooey, and sticky saliva built up as the creature assaulted her bosom with his tongue, pooling between her cleavage like semen. Soft pained gasps escaped Jack's quivering lips, the tongue's unusual yet exciting texture caused her body to shutter involuntarily; her stomach felt that 'swooshing' one can get climbing a hill and instantaneously felt another warm yet sensual feeling tingling in her nethers. Her hips and thighs quivered without her control over them.

The slick, sticky fluid collected between her breasts burst when then beast reared his head back. Saliva pushed between her cleavage, glazing the spheres above and below as it rolled up her breast bone and around her neck above her top, while slipped down her torso and soaked through her shirt below. The saliva trailed between her breasts with thin lines, and rolled down her toned stomach and pooled around her belly button.  

Srei wrote:"Mmmm...delicious," he said licking his chops with an eerie chuckle as he viewed the semi-conscious woman beneath him with a lustful eye.

After the booming clash of thunder, Jack's hearing dulled and her thoughts had shut down after falling unconscious once more. Motionless, save the rise and fall of her breasts and the occasional flutter of her eyelids, she was left to the beast's devices. She could subconsciously, in the dreamy nightmare landscape her mind was creating, still feel the beast's presence with her, and felt his dagger like tongue slip under her short shorts slightly, her flower tingling with heat before he dragged it slowly across her abdomen and stomach. "hahh...uhhh...hahhhh..." she moaned softly, as he did this again, and again.

Srei wrote:"Lehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Her eyes rolled back, partially visible as her lashes fluttered vehemently. Her body quivered, her thighs spreading slightly more, as she felt an overwhelming need to be filled. The beast paused momentarily before returning to her breasts, the warm feeling of that moist and coarse tongue across her tender flesh did not help in making her incredibly hot and bothered. It was an exotic and strange foreplay she had never experienced before, and her blank mind had no control over her body's unconscious actions. The beast at this point had curiously discovered her lacy white bra under his tongue, and began reeling it up from the top of her shirt. It was a strong bra which was necessary to sheath the dangerous duo Jack had packed since her mid teens, and it resisted his tugging motions defiantly.

Srei wrote:"Shroong... shrong asff womaff.." The creature remarked at how strong the material was in similarity to the woman, albeit tongue tied and with an irritated disposition.

The padding which cupped her breasts slid up thanks to the saliva which caked her assets heavily, her voluminous tits sliding from the fabric and filled the soggy interior of her tight tank top, her perky nipples cold from the rainy weather and his assaults, embossing the fabric as a pair of pink dots. The wet sensation made her stir slightly, with a low raspy gasp. "uhh....huh...?" After being in the dark for a little while, her mind finally had enough time to rest and her body's functions were finally, yet slowly returning. She felt the fire in her lungs, and a constricting pain around her shoulder blades and above her breasts. Her body limply dangling in the beast's maw by her bra, she blinked, trying to clear her blurry eyes. Where am I? What happened... Her mind seemingly resetting from the shock; everything she experienced seemed to be lost in a lapse of repressed memory. As she tried to piece the fragments together, she heard a strange noise: "hrehhh....hrehhh..." The sound seemed to accompany sharp pain in her chest, and it took her that moment to realize that it was her raspy, wheezing voice breathing shallowly.

Outside the storm continued to pound the landscape, the rain pouring violently against the roof of the barn. She began recalling what had happened prior to this moment, heading out to meet up with Belle, hearing the noises from the barn, loading the shotgun, then.... The tail- her mind flashed, memory of being strangled by an invisible tail and the silhouette it had radiated in the light of her torch. However, before she could react, she blinked, and felt her body fall; the strain of her durable bra finally gave out and was removed from the top of her blouse, from between her breasts. Her head hit the floor boards with a low thud, her eye lashes clenched painfully as she let out a soft moan of pain: "Uahhh..."

Srei wrote:He jerked his head towards his left, spitting out her tattered, saliva caked bra with a sickening splat. He snickered excitedly, playfully glancing her up and down beneath him once more as he debated on how he will begin his feast.

She grits her teeth, hissing from the painful buzzing in her head. She was definitely awake now. As it was, she felt like she was having a migraine with her eyes and neck throbbing, and her temples pulsing. Her limbs sore from her prior struggles against the invisible beast that had nearly strangled her to death. "Ughh...what's on my chest? It feels wet and sticky..." her hoarse voice not raising above a whisper (for her throat still ached and her voice cracked), sliding her heavy right arm to her chest, feeling the warm gooey fluid flow between her index and middle finger before pulling away with resounding disgust. A slime trail like a spider's web, stretched from between her index and middle finger then to her chest. She grimaced, blinked repeatedly, raising her aching neck and blinked her blurry eyes to the fuzzy purple-black shape in front of her. What is that...huh? A wet splat came from her right, her priority from the large purple shape in the background to look at the object which landed onto the planks beside her. It was partially illuminated by the torch, white in color. What.. She blinked again, her vision clearing and focusing on what appeared to be her rather expensive bra. Her eyes widened, looking from the torn bra up to the large, reptilian looking shadow which was cast across the wall. Her thoughts returned to that of the beast, partially remembering her body's molestation by the hybrid dragon looking beast's tongue; and finally turned to see the beast with much clarity. Oh Gods...

She thought it was a sort of hazy dream: the large yellow eyes cutting through the darkness, the long ears, and the long snaking tail with fur at the end like a lion's. Now, it stood over her hips, as if it was straddling her in act of sexual passion. Her face went pale, looking down from it's large, wandering and hungry eyes to her own body. The sticky sensation which had come from her tits was thick saliva (or at least she hoped so...), her stomach also glazed with the slimy stuff. She gasped, eyes wavering and wide, looking up at the beast again and tried to scream. "Stay-stay away from me!HNNNG!" she grunted, then hacked heavily. My throat... My throat is so sore, I can hardly raise my voice... this pain is so terrible! Damn this terrible beast! She held her red neck in pain, and scrambled back, kicking the beast square in the chest with her right cowboy boot, the heavy kick connected with a loud and resounding thud. She took this as a good sign, and crawled on her side, using her numb elbows and heels to push herself away from the beast. Her nerves felt cold, her body's muscles tense and hard to move, as if wading through heavy snow. She had to make it out, get away from the creature before it could eat her!

Eat me... Oh Gods... It'll eat me if it catches me! She never thought she'd ever put those words in the same sentence before this moment, and it felt unnerving to no end. She's read and heard tales of many a person surviving being eaten by many of Galiavan's wild beasts. However curious, she never thought she'd be in danger of entering a stomach herself one day. Nor was she keen to find out now!

During her shinny, she fell onto her chest, her large boobs under her shirt flattening atop the wooden boards, feeling heavier and colder without the bra to support them as she dragged herself across the floor, trying her best to scramble back to her feet. I've got to escape... I've got to get out of here! Her mind raced, her eyes wide the green in them the size of pinpricks, her lips trembling and agape with wheezing gasps. She did make it to her feet once, only to fall to her knees, slipping slightly on the juice and crushed slices from the smashed and half eaten apples dotting the floor. Tripping in her step again getting up, she finally stabilized her wobbly weakened knees and made a run foor the door! "Gotta..warn...the others..." she gasped, her large breasts heaving behind her soaking wet top; pounding into her chest and bouncing a lot more without the bra. Each orb swayed left to right, her nipples scraping the interior of her soggy top and bounced with her step, irritating Jack to no end as she tried to make her escape! To compete with her breasts, her sore thighs and...wet pelvis ached as she ran. Her arms and elbows formed into an 'L' shape as she turned her run, quickly into a sprint! Her lungs felt empty as it was, hurting as much as her throat, and she cried with warm tears rolling down her cheeks. Her left foot slipped onto the torch, and she fell forward, landing painfully onto her chest again with a thud.

She winced, rolling onto her left side, her left breast squished against one of the boards under her, the right one smooshed against the left. She turned, her hair whipping around her left shoulder as she did; her eyes wide and terrified on her pallid freckled face. She squirmed, kicking out with her thighs, using her arms to pull herself away from the beast in soft, yet high pitched repetitive squeals of terror. She inched her way to the door, back crawling before her eyes caught the wooden stock of the shotgun. "stay the fuck away from me!" she exclaimed weakly. She got into a horrid coughing fit as she tried to grab the shotgun, yanking it with shaky hands and shouldered it, her aim shaky with her heavy and whooping coughs and watery eyes.

She didn't care if she hit it, the storm continuing to rage outside. One shot would be all she needed, all she needed for hope, despite the rain and thunder possibly muffling the shot, if anyone was close enough they'd hear it without a doubt! She was sure. She was hoping.

BANG--CRASH!!!!

Srei was about to gleefully partake in his meal, his focus on the farmer girl's curvaceous, gelatinous, meaty body was distracting him from... the farmer girl. She was awake, and by the time he realized it, she had slammed her gunslinger boot squarely against his upper chest scales, the plating making a loud SMACK from her boots hitting him there! "OOOF! Nasty woman trick Srei?!" He hissed, falling back with a thud as the woman made her weak escape.

He rolled onto all fours, hissing at her! He began making slow chase as the woman's ravishing figure bouncing as she struggled to run as she tripped and stumbled was simply too good to ignore- that was till lightning outside the barn flashed and he caught a glimpse of the shotgun! She was back crawling from him, and he realized he had to stop playing or risk losing it all! He tore up the floor boards as he launched himself towards her, both arms wide and clawed hands reaching out for her as she found the weapon, sat up, and quickly swerved the weapon towards his falling body and there was a tremendous bright flash!

Jack Sieversii wrote:
BANG--CRASH!!!!

The unlit lanterns swaying from the rafters in the barn creaked as the storm began to really rage outside! The air was eerily still, save for the creaking, the sound of the rain tapping on the rooftop and windows, the howling wind... and the faint, muffled gasp which emanated from Srei's unhinged jaws. His raspy breathing was muffled and strained, as his chest huffed and puffed. He gripped the woman's left shoulder tightly with his right claw light hand- the palm tightly formed around her bicep; his fingers curling around the arm and dug into the cropped leather jacket and into her back, whilst his thumb was dimpling the upper left breast of her chest, the claw digging into the deep flesh. In his left claw, he held the woman's arm, twisted and broken with the shotgun still clenched between her hand and under his palm. Her muffled, wimpering emanated from his jaws... which had luckily, wrapped around her head as he straddled her lower body with his immense frame.

"Phewph... closh... onesh... for Shrea..." The Nightstalker Beast sighed, mouth full of the pretty farm hand's head! He gripped the woman tightly, his tongue sliding across her cheek whilst his left arm shook the shotgun from her grasp, aided by his prehensile tail which whipped up and over his shoulder, snagging the barrel of the shotty and yanked it from her twitching fingers before she could get a shot off. The rain continued to beat upon the barn, and Srei was finally able to relax.

"Nowsh..." Srei began, his tongue gliding from her left cheek to propping up the poor woman's head within his slimy, toothy maw- his throat expanding and undulating before her!



"Timesh to eatsch...!" Srei finished at last, finally able to enjoy his meal!

He pulled the woman's arms together, his yellow eyes glowing white as he widened his jaws like a snake, simultaneously lifting her whilst dipping his head down upon her! "OMPHSHOMPHSHOMP~" Srei greedily chomped down! His tongue slithered down her neck and slid between her voluminous bosom, sliding out beneath her belly top, before it curled around the fabric like he had with her bra before, pinching the soggy white tank together- making her top become a bandeau showing underboob and cleavage, leaving little to the imagination as her huge DD orbs jiggled violently! The fabric stretched against the woman's cold, erect nipples- her amber flesh peeking through with the hardened pink pebbles! He held her arms to her sides, tight, and while he pulled her chest into his stretchy, rubbery jaws his tongue yanked her tits up and against his slimy cheeks!

Srei's irises dilated as the flavour, consumed him, forcing him to abate his swallowing actions. The farmer was a big girl, and his throat was only so big... and even now, she store down his gullet past his uvula, the scent of beast and sweet apples overwhelming his meal's senses as she idled in his gyrating jaws a little longer!



His tongue continued to tug at the farmer's top, her girthy orbs really filling out his stretchy lips- his cheeks bulged out at the sides like a squirrel stowing away nuts for the winter! Saliva rolled down his lower lip, across her leather jacket and arms, trickling like a slow creek between the fissures of his gator like teeth. Srei's nostrils flared, hot air rushing from his nose as he tried to figure how he'd stuff the curvy woman down his throat. He ignored her pleas, her struggles, as she began to truly revive now that the grim reality was before her very green eyes. This may be her first time inside a belly, unbeknownst to him, but it was also going to be her last...

Ulph...