The boy approached the sound—chewing, ripping, then a pop after the meat was torn clean off the bone.

It was eating. 

He peeked through the reeds and saw it stretched out on the bank. Its once-mutilated human body had become a tail of rock and scale more than half the size of the pond it inhabited. 

The human form before—what was his name?—was no more, just an open pit of wet organs and half-eaten flesh the beast fed from. His limbs joined the rest of the corpses caught in the algae, floating in eternal rest as insects made nests in their mouths and mermaids picked at what remained.

They swam close to the beast. Their scarred, mossy tails surfaced from the water as they snatched up flesh and bones before disappearing under shallow waves. One lurked too close in an attempt to scavenge fresher meat, but the beast turned, its jaws crushing down on the mermaid, then ripping her torso from her tail. 

The boy listened to the howling screams of other mermaids, their voices a mix of storm-heavy winds and a maiden’s sorrow. 

He watched the beast, his eyes falling to the cock hanging fat and heavy from a slit in its tail, and the boy shivered with longing. Still naked, he approached the shore, crawling on legs weak and sticky with cum. 

The fair-human color of his skin lightened to its opal hue, glistening with a prism iridescence as his freckles flickered like fading embers. His ears grew, long and pointed, and a current of relief ran through him the moment his wings unfolded. 

He felt flesh and grass under his palms, soft and warm with blood. Everything painted or licked clean. The faery boy glanced down, seeing a sliver of flesh at his fingertips—the man’s ear. It laid in the mud beside his teeth and tongue, and the boy moved each one, connecting them like a puzzle until the man’s disfigured face was looking up at him in agony. 

A shadow swallowed him then. The faery flinched, bowing lower to the ground as the beast towered above him. Its cloven fingers sank into the muddy bank, and its massive chest was caked with dark rivers of blood and flesh. The heavy skull, a mutilated horse or something pretending to be one, cocked to the side, so its eye could look upon the faerie boy kneeling on its shore. 

Threads of drenched hair and tangled weeds fell across exposed teeth now dripping with the mermaid's organs—intestines that slipped from its jaw like serpents into the water. It made a noise, a drowned, bubbling sound of growing tension, but he’d been a good boy. He'd done what was told and knew what the beast desired.

Carefully, the faery crawled closer to the edge of the bank, keeping respectfully low despite the throbbing of his cum-filled hole that made it hard not to lift his hips and beg to be bred. His wings twitched under the beast’s breath, who towered twice his size with the muscled torso of a man. Its cock was already standing, perhaps anticipating—or expecting—what the boy intended to do. The tip dripped thick lines of pre-cum onto his face, and rows of pointed bumps lined the underside of its fat shaft all the way to the root. 

A blissful flush spread across the boy’s shoulders. 

He looked up at the beast, eyes dewy and lips parted, hungry and wet. 

It could’ve killed him. Many skin-starved fae wandered the moorland in search of sex—be it man or beast. However, none desired this creature more than him, who loved it as the tide loves the moon or flesh to bone. So, it waited, allowing the faery boy to inch closer until he was sitting beneath its massive, veined erection. But the beast wasn’t patient. It snorted and bucked its hips, pressing its cock against the boy’s mouth. 

The boy took the tip into his mouth, cleaning its slit of pre-cum with his tongue and tracing the bumps below. He gave its erection a gentle squeeze, his fingers unable to connect. 

Wider. The disembodied voice said in a bottomless echo. 

It was more of a warning than command as the beast leaned forward, sending that thick cock further into the faery’s mouth and fucking his face firmly. 

The boy swallowed every inch, though his hand stroked what his throat couldn’t handle in hopes the beast wouldn’t break his jaw in restlessness. Heat vibrated from the faery’s lips to his weeping cock, feelings that made his eyes bright with lust. 

He wanted more. He wanted this huge cock to punish him as a reward for his obedience. 

The boy reached behind him, rubbing his tender hole enough for the cum inside to dribble down his taint and thighs. It was so hot but not as soft or full as he wished, and the boy fingered his little cunt until every thrust made a messy, filthy noise. 

That was enough for the beast, whose cock swelled inside the faery’s throat painfully, but thankfully—or disappointingly—it was pulled out in a flood of saliva and cum. It left his mouth lonely and tingly, his pointed teeth aching for something good. 

The beast forced the faery to his stomach, its cloven fingers weighing down on his shoulders. The faery boy feared his wings would be torn apart if the beast were impatient enough, and it made a noise, a low, animalistic baying trying to hide the words it spoke. 

Open yourself. It said, leaning close to lick the boy’s neck and face with a long, blood-heavy tongue. 

The boy lifted his hips. His lower torso bent in a way that spread his ass and presented his throbbing hole to the beast lording above him. Wide and ready, he murmured whisper-soft as the beast pressed the tip of its cock in a teasing kiss—only the tip. 

The boy made another sound, his slender hips kept in place and unable to reach the cock he yearned for. He rocked his body, asking like a good boy for the beast to fill him since he wasn’t fucked enough in the woods. 

But the beast didn’t budge. Instead, it seemed to enjoy watching the faery dry hump the grass in an attempt to bring his ass closer. The echo of a laugh or some kind of deep, repeated sound escaped its exposed jaw, and the beast gave the faery what he desired in a slow but forceful insert. 

The boy’s eyes fluttered shut. His fingers clawed at the ground and touched the hand of the corpse beside him. He felt those bumps rubbing his insides raw, stretching him as a good whore should be. 

It began to fuck him without warning, plowing into his body and forcing the boy to the ground without a chance to escape the drooling mess it started to make of him. He clung to the corpse’s arm for support, half-eaten and dislocated from the torso, hanging only by a particle of dead flesh. 

I-Its cock…is…so deep. The faery thought before a sudden cry escaped his lips after another orgasm made his body twitch. Cum smeared across his stomach and continued leaking in small spasms from his cock. 

The beast plowed the boy until his stomach bulged and his mind melted around the thoughts of being bred. Then, its massive jaws opened, swallowing half of his upper body, all for the chance to thrust its thick, slick tongue down his empty throat. 

The faery tasted blood, but he accepted the kiss by leaning his head back and widening his mouth. 

Lust beat within his eyes like glowing hearts. The boy was drooling and incomprehensibly moaning for more of the beast's massive cock. 

Then, it knotted the faery’s loose cunt and sealed their bodies together. 

“A-Ahhh!! Ah!!” The boy screamed, but the beast forced all its weight onto his back, keeping him in place as cum flooded his stomach. He felt it, tasted it, all of it being forced into his body as though the beast truly wanted to breed him. 

The beast’s cock pulsed hotly inside him, then slowly pulled out, though the boy’s swollen lips tried sucking him back in. A torrent of cum followed, pouring into a puddle under the faery who lay twitching and dazed.

His insides were burning, everything throbbing in a cry for more, though he might not be able to survive another. 

But the beast flipped him over.

Its cock met his stomach, hot and heavy, the tip smearing his nipples with cum, and every vein pulsed thick with hunger. It finished its load and the faery licked his lips and fingers clean, savoring the beast's seed like nectar. But the cock against his stomach remained rock hard.

The beast’s jaw parted, raining saliva and blood onto the faery boy’s skin in a threatening gesture.

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