Sarisin woke up again some days later. Vague memories of moving, of talking, hovered right outside of her thoughts. Above her, Ab was watching her with his milky eyes, his hands clutched into tight fists.
Yawning, she reached up with her one good hand, “Ab?”
(Yes?) His paw came down to caress her palm. She wrapped her fingers around one thick finger and held it.
“How long was I asleep?”
Her body reminded her of the painful throbbing wounds. He breathed heavily and spoke with concerned thoughts, (You were feverish. I tried to cool you, but you started to shake.)
Sarisin looked down, noticing her underwear missing. The tiny curls of her pubic hair lifted in the water, floating like seaweed. The wound in her knee was worse. Ragged ends were refusing to heal and two thick red lines were creeping up her legs. One of them, the largest, was only a hand's width from the joint of her hip. Memories tried to push through the fog of her sleep, but they could not break through into her thoughts.
“What happened… to my underwear.”
(I took you to the bathroom. I left them there after a… mess.)
Frowning, she tried not to imagine it. Slowly, she looked at her shoulder. Some shards of bone has fallen off, but more remained inside the gaping wound. Crusted blood was dark and black, with parts of it puffing up with puss and pressure. Compared to her previous memory of the wound, it was far worse than before.
Tearing her eyes away from it with a sickening sensation, she looked up at him.
“How long?”
(Three days, as you see time.)
Taking a deep breath, she reached down to finger the dark line crawling up her leg. It was burning hot, even through the skin.
“What is this?”
(Infection.)
“How fast is it growing?”
(It will reach your heart in about eight hours.)
“Eight hours? How do you…?”
(My past, my curse.)
Instead of fear, she felt shock filling her heart. “Is there any way?”
(Doctors would cut it off or burn it.)
His thought startled her, “My pack! My pack has a flint and steel!”
(Your companion took it. He even stripped the man we were eating.)
“Stripped? Everything?”
Sadness radiated from him. (Yes.)
Sarisin stopped talking, staring at the wound in her leg. Her eyes followed the ragged lines of the infections as they slowly reached for her hip. Feeling it with her fingers, she could almost imagine it moving slowly. Ab turned slightly, giving her a better view of herself in the blue-green light. Sarisin smiled grimly, lost in thoughts.
“Will it hurt?”
Startled, Ab shifted slightly, (Will what hurt?)
“Biting it off. My leg.”
Surprise and a new emotion, one she didn't understand, radiated from him.
(Yes, but it will end quickly.)
“I'm going to die, aren't I?”
Ab said nothing, but she already knew the answer. Blinking back sudden tears, she looked up at him.
“Please be gentle?”
He blinked and surprise radiated from him.
(Pardon?)
“Please… be gentle. I don't want to die yet.”
When he didn't move, Sarisin repeated her statement. Slowly, as if waking himself, Ab stood up and stepped into the pool. The heated water washed around her as he knelt in the deepest part, facing her. She watched as the waves lapped against her skin, splashing against her breasts.
(Are you sure?)
She nodded curtly, eyes closing tightly.
“Yes, before I change my mind.”
At the first touch of his massive hand against her leg, she held her breath. He was gentle, stroking up and pulling her deeper into the water. Her good hand clutched against her breasts until the edge of the spring fell away. To keep her balance, she reached down into the heated water to hold herself up against the bottom of the spring. One hand wrapped around her waist, sending a strange flush of heat through her skin. The other gently stroked her feet and lower leg, guiding it toward him.
Sarisin jumped as her toes touched his chest. Then, she felt him lift her, being very careful of the wound. Waves splashed against her as he shifted, lowering himself deeper in the water.
Then he touched her again. To her surprise, it was his tongue against the bottom of her feet. Curling around her toes, she felt the heated member lap against the sole of her feet. She gasped and almost opened her eyes. Instead, she closed them tightly and took another deep breath.
Ab pulled her closer and she felt her foot slip into his mouth. Gentle heated pressure pressed around her ankle as the creature eased more of her leg inside him. Sarisin gasped, trying to ask why he didn't just bite across the thigh, but then she felt his tongue wrapping around her leg, guiding it further into the slick smoothness. A different type of heat exploded in her as he pulled her closer, his large hands wrapping around her waist and tugging her closer. Sarisin's body grew hotter as she felt him pull her foot into his throat, sliding it down the tight slickness. His lips brushed against her shin, then carefully parted around the wound.
With a firm tug, he pulled her closer and her ankle turned down, toward his stomach. His lips pressed against her thigh, sending an incredible wash of sensations, both pain and pleasure, ripping up her spine. With a gasp, she arched her back, unable to resist the sensations.
Ab pulled her closer, his grip firm. She grabbed his hand, holding it tightly as she felt the limbs press up against her upper thigh, right against the junction of her leg and her hip. Part of his lips, the very corner, pressed against the furry line of her sex and she felt a tiny explosion of pleasure arc through her sex, flooding it with excitement.
Unable to resist, she gasped from the sensations, of being pulled into his mouth. His lips didn't crawl any further. Instead, he lapped at her entire leg, avoiding the wound. Her feet were buried inside the slick depths of his body, held by muscles that massaged it constantly.
He paused, hesitated with his wet heat wrapping her leg from tip to hip. She whimpered, unwilling to open her eyes.
“Please… please do it.”
A burst of concern and comfort slammed into her mind as he bit down. She barely felt the sharp points of his teeth as they pieced the skin, but the incredible emotions he projected blinded her from the pain. In the distance, she heard the crack of her bone and a wet slurping noise of something being severed. Then, something drew away and she felt an empty void expand to fill her world.
Sobbing, she slowly opened her eyes to peer towards the creature. He was looking back at her, with a thin dribble of blood on his lower lip. The rest of his face was soaked, as he quickly splashed water over his face to clean it. Wiping at the tears, she looked around: the edge of the spring, the ceiling, his face. Everywhere but down. Then, curiosity overcame the fear and she finally peered down.
At the sight of her missing leg, she sobbed again, sorrow and loss stabbing through her heart. Instead of the smooth lines floating in the water, her hip went out only a centimeter before it ended abruptly. On the other side, the hair-covered mound slid directly into her hip. From her position, it looked like it was gaping slightly with the missing leg. Trembling, she reached down with her good hand and felt around. Underneath her, her ass was bunched up tighter, as if the muscles were no longer held down. Her fingers explored up, to the gaping wound of her leg. Instead of feeling bone and muscle, she felt a thick substance that felt like kid leather stretched across it. Frowning, her fingers explored the edge where the substance merged in with her skin, as if it was part of it.
Ab watched her, unmoving. When her eyes looked up at him, he looked at her.
“What… what is this?”
(My saliva. It stops bleeding.)
“It feels like leather.”
He nodded slowly. She felt it around again, surprised that nothing hurt along the bite. Exploring further, she traced the line of her sex, feeling where the left side gaped slightly, exposing her. Blushing, she pressed her palm over her sex and looked away.
“What happened to my leg?”
Embarrassment filled her from his emotions, (I… swallowed it.)
“Oh…”
Sarisin struggled to understand the lack of fear or terror she felt. Deciding it was shock, she looked up at him.
“You were a cannibal, weren't you?”
Very slowly he nodded.
(Yes, that is why I'm here.)
“What happened?”
His thoughts grumbled and he stood up. Sarisin gasped as she saw his pouch, now a long sheath almost a quarter meter in length pressing out. The very tip was a bright color in his light, but he moved quickly out of the water and turned away from her.
(I do not want to talk about it.)
Sarisin snapped, “At least talk to me! I just lost a leg!”
Regret shook her, (I'm sorry.)
He turned around and her eyes automatically dropped down to his manhood. It was mostly faded, disappearing back into his body until only a thick pouch hung loosely from his crotch. Blushing, she looked back at him.
“What happened?”
Ab hesitated then a flood of images and words slammed into her. (I was a prince, in the time of the Lord of Darkness. The armies came through, led by terrible warriors. I was fighting against them, but lost. When they invaded my sanctum, they found that my… hobbies included eating women and torture. I fought but they wouldn't kill me. Instead, they brought me to the Lord and he cursed me. Cursed me to stay in the darkness until the last memory of me faded from the world.)
Along with his words came images, detailed images of his cursing and his hobbies. Sarisin shuddered from the intensity of another's memories in her head, but nodded when it finally ended.
“And you have been alone? For thousands of years?”
(Yes.)
She looked at him again, “Are you going to kill me?”
(I… don't want to.)
Sarisin felt along the stub of her hip, “And it doesn't hurt… because of your curse?”
Ab nodded.
“Were you human?”
He nodded again, (As human as I could be, with what I did to my people.)
Sarisin nodded slowly. Stabbing pain exploded from her shattered shoulder and she looked at it. Seeing the bones and the matted blood, she glanced back at him.
“You said this was infected.”
(Yes. Not as badly, though.)
“Will it do the other thing, that line?”
(Maybe.)
“If it does… how long would I have.”
(Less than an hour, at least from what I saw.)
She sniffed, “Will you be able to stop it?”
Ab didn't answer and she closed her eyes tightly. For a long time, she didn't speak. Then she whispered softly into the dim light and to her only companion.
“You should bite it off too.”
(I can't.)
Sarisin tightened her eyes, sealing them shut even as she felt fear prickling inside her.
“Why?”
(My curse. If I start, I won't be able to stop.)
“You mean you'll eat me?”
(Yes.)
“Now?”
She felt the water shaking slightly before he responded.
(No, not now, but soon. I'm afraid,) she felt sorrow radiating out from him, (that I may have already woken up the hunger.)
“I don't want to die.”
(I know. That is why I'm resisting.)
“But, I won't if you don't get this.” She trailed fingers near her shoulder. Ab's movement circled around her.
(Once I start…)
“Then wait. Raban and Gailin might be back, he said they would be. If… if they come, make them take me.”
(What if they don't come?)
Sarisin sobbed and shook her head, ignoring the painful throbbing, “Then you do what you must. But, give me a chance?”
(What if they don't take you? I heard your voice, they abandoned you.)
“You'll find a way, I know you will.”
She felt Ab's lips against her hand, but only barely. The throbbing pain muted all senses down her arm, but she felt him as he sucked her fingers gently into his mouth. His stomach and chest pressed against her good leg while his arms wrapped around her, holding her firmly in place.
(Are you sure?)
Blinking and trying not to look, she nodded sharply.
“Please… hurry.”
His mouth opened more and she felt her hand being pulled into it. Unable to move her fingers past the broken shoulder, she could only feel the sensations as he brought her arm into his mouth, into the wet heat of his throat. Her fingers brushed the back for a moment, feeling the smooth muscles before being pulled down. His lips brushed against her elbow, then parted. They closed down again on her shoulder, his breath hot against her ear. His lips brushed right against the wound, one edge pressing against the top of her breast and the other caressing her ear. It felt hot, burning hot against her skin.
Gulping, she sobbed before nodding. He pushed her head further away from her, forcing her to turn as the lips tightened on her shoulder. Then pain, terrible burning pain exploded. Without meaning, she screamed as loud as she could as bone cracked and muscles parted underneath his teeth. One brief flare of agony exploded, then faded into a powerful throbbing. With her ear so near, she could hear him gulp and sigh happily. Against her leg, she felt his manhood stirring, going from a deep pouch to an immense length of hard flesh in a matter of seconds.
Fighting against the incredible pain, she panted heavily, her body spasming from the loss. Next to her, his hardness continued to grow, pressing painfully from her good thigh to the side of her rib cage, only centimeters from the cold void missing from her shoulder.
Shaking, she slowly turned her head to look at him. Her eyes caught his face, the sorrow filling her. Streaks of blood soaked his chin and throat. Moving quickly, he washed his face in the water but she was focused on the gaping hole of her shoulder.
His teeth were neat, cutting through her body like mutton. The leather-like substance of his saliva had already hardened into leather, covering the wound and merging with her skin. Her right breast sagged slightly, hanging from the leather. The top of the wound pressed right up against her neck, narrowly avoiding the arteries she knew were there. The same dull shock filled her, a numbness as she looking for her missing arm.
“Is it still infected?”
Ab looked up, his face dripping. Sniffing loudly, he shook his head.
(The infections are gone.)
“Good.” Her eyes saw beyond her wound, at the raging hardness of his cock. It was almost completely out of the sheath, a long and thick member tipped with a narrow head. The pouch strained to keep in the bottom half, but the top was already dripping with the scent of man.
“Uh… what did you do to your… um… meals?”
Ab glanced down at himself. Strange feelings of lust, curiosity, and fear radiated from his mind.
(I raped them, sometimes. Sometimes just torture them.)
With a trembling hand, she reached out and touched his cock. It was hot against her palm and very slick.
“I… don't want to be raped, but I wouldn't mind…”
She let the sentence trail off. Ab blinked at her as confusion filled her mind, from his thoughts.
(Why?)
“Because… I want to make sure… I didn't lose everything.”
(Sex isn't the answer.)
Sarisin shook her head, “Right now, it is. Please… just make me feel something good that doesn't hurt.”
He hesitated for a moment, then pushed into the depths of the water. Sarisin breathed heavily as she felt her own body growing hotter with the thoughts of sex, of his hardness. He positioned himself in the deepest part again, then reached out and gently stroked her hips. Wrapping immense fingers around her hips, right above the severed limb, he drew her into the depths of the water.
She moaned softly as he stroked her, two fingers reaching up to caress her breasts. The bottom two stroked against her slit before he brought it to his member. She gasped at the first feeling of the narrow point against her opening, and felt it slip in along her slickness.
(You are wet.) Ab's surprise almost made her laugh.
“I'm in the water.”
(No, excited.)
“Shush.”
Words weren't needed, just a hungry lust for something. Sarisin moaned as he eased the tip of the member in, then increased force to push it in. It filled her, stuffed her. Soon, she felt it reaching her depths and the hungry need for sex grew even hotter.
“Please… please more.”
Drawing out, he eased it back in, stretching her opening widely around the thick girth of his cock. His cock head plunged deeper into her body, rubbing against her inner walls. Then, too soon, it pushed against the back of her sex. Only a third of the member was inside her, but it was hot and hard and it felt good.
Moaning, she begged him to stroke harder. He did, taking short strokes that speed up. Flares of pleasure, not pain, rose up inside her, rinsing at the memories of pain. His member plunged in and out, splashing water against her body and against the edges of the spring. Tiny moans of pleasure escaped her lips as she closed her eyes and leaned back, floating in the water.. Even the feeling of his tip rapping against the back of her vagina felt good, as did the constant pressure of being filled and emptied.
With all the sensations she felt over the previous days, it took very little time before her pants were turning into tiny whimpers of pleasure. Ab grunted, moving smoothly in and out of her. His heated shaft still didn't fit, but the grunts coming from him were enough to push her over the edge.
Her orgasm came quickly and hard, barely enough time for her to squeak out in pleasure before it began to fade. However, Ab wasn't done and he continued to pump inside her, driving his member up against her limits and pulling it out. Sarisin rolled against the pleasures, enjoying the ability to move without pain. Her orgasm faded, but the driving cock kept the pleasure growing, but never reaching a crest.
Growing accustomed to his size, she felt her body finally relaxing against his intruding mass when he came inside her, a few powerful jets of hot cum splattering against her insides and a grumble in his chest. She moaned softly. When he started to pull out, she whimpered.
“No, please don't leave…”
Understanding, Ab gently eased it back in as far as it could go and wrapped his arms around her. Sarisin moaned again, wrapping her one arm and good leg around him and closing her eyes. Ab turned them around, so she was on top, but still in the water.
(Sleep.)
Sarisin nodded, enjoying the pleasures of being stuffed, and let the stress of her life drag her into sleep. Dreams of fading loss and of being warm and comfortable dominated her sleep. When she woke, she was almost happy. Ab was still there, but his member had slipped out during her dreams.