I really couldn't help it. I had already been squeezing her tits during the fight — they were amazing. But once my sword penetrated her sternum and the light faded from her eyes... my god, it took all my strength not to orgasm right there in front of my new... compatriots?
Immediately after everyone had looted her corpse, I grabbed her body and sprinted out of the town into the forest as fast as possible, dodging and leaping over any guards who might have spotted me. Thirty minutes later, and a few miles away from town, I figured it was safe enough to stop and enjoy myself.
Finding a small clearing, I gently lay down the priestess and began to undress her.
"Damn, you are pretty. Not exactly what I prefer, but you're still beautiful. And the way the life left your eyes as I penetrated your body was delicious. Sometimes I wish I had a cock, just so I could penetrate my victims properly... feel their heartbeat struggle and finally stop around my shaft. I'm sure it would feel orgasmic."
The words spilled from me, soft and full of longing.
"The closest thing I've ever come to that," I sighed wistfully, "was shoving fairies up my cunt and feeling them drown and squirm — their tiny hands clawing uselessly — before they inevitably either drowned or got crushed inside me."
"Huuuuh... it always happens so fast, too. I wish they lasted longer."
I chuckled darkly, caressing her slack, still-warm body.
"But I must be boring you," I purred, leaning in. "Let's get onto the real fun, shall we?"
I shoved my snout between her thighs, my tongue ripping slightly into her pussy as it shot deep inside, tasting every bit of her slick, lifeless insides. Her womb was especially tasty — like fresh blueberries soaked in vodka.
"Mmmm... god damn it," I growled hungrily. "This is the fucking problem. I wish to god I could have tasted more of you while you were still alive — your juices would have been delicious and warm. But you would have fought back... Most of the nuns and priestesses I've sampled over the years usually do."
Roughly, I squeezed her tits in my massive claws, staring deep into her cold, unblinking eyes.
I rolled her hips higher, repositioning her easily in my lap. She was so big. Too big. Her long legs sprawled awkwardly across the grass. Not what I preferred at all.
I preferred them small — 3 to 4 feet tall — fragile little things that I could crush inside me until their ribs caved, their hips shattered, and their struggling finally stopped forever.
"You're too tall for real fun," I muttered against her slack mouth, prying it open with one claw to admire the dead hollowness inside. "Still... I'll make do."
I straddled her face, forcing my dripping cunt against her cold lips. A deep snarl rumbled from my throat when her jaw sagged helplessly instead of kissing or sucking me back. That helplessness... that nothingness... it drove me wild.
Grinding against her slack mouth, I squeezed her breasts harder, bruising the dead flesh — my other claw raking savage lines down her chest, feeling her give slightly under my strength.
"You're lucky," I hissed against her temple. "If you were smaller... if you were the right size..."
My hips jerked harder.
"I'd stuff you up inside me," I moaned, losing control, "and crush you until you turned into a red pulp that would bleed out inside my cunt... just like the little ones..."
I threw my head back, growling deep and throaty, riding her dead mouth with savage, desperate thrusts until my thighs trembled violently. I imagined it so vividly — tiny hands scratching uselessly, little bodies spasming inside me before going limp forever.
Instead, all I had was her — a dead, beautiful, too-tall priestess sprawled helpless beneath me. And that would have to be enough.
For now.
Panting and flushed, I climbed off her face and dragged my claws down her bare chest again, admiring the pale purple skin stretched over those magnificent tits.
My stomach rumbled — low and hungry. I licked my lips thoughtfully.
"You know," I murmured sweetly to her corpse, "you're not exactly my ideal size... but you have something I want after all."
Without hesitation, I leaned down and bit savagely into her left breast, tearing a massive chunk free with a wet, ripping sound. Hot blood and fat spilled over my tongue, the flesh sweet and tender like roasted venison soaked in demonic wine.
I moaned around the meat, chewing slowly, savoring it, my tail thumping lazily against the grass.
When I'd eaten both of her luscious mammaries, picking her clean down to the ribcage, I sat back with a satisfied sigh.
But I wasn't done yet.
Carefully, almost lovingly, I set to work cleaning the clearing — burying blood-soaked grass, dragging branches to cover tracks.
The final shovelful of earth fell over the priestess's body with a muffled thud. I stood back, chest heaving, slick with sweat and blood, the sharp taste of her flesh still lingering on my tongue. The forest was silent except for the whisper of the wind through the trees, as if even nature held its breath.
Suddenly, the shadows shifted. A chill slithered down my spine as the air thickened, darkening around me like ink spreading in water. From the freshly turned soil, a pale, shimmering wisp coalesced — the priestess's soul, fragile and trembling.
Before I could blink, a towering figure stepped from the gloom, an avatar of Death, cloaked in midnight and bone, eyes burning like cold stars. His voice was a whisper that echoed inside my skull.
"You honor me with your devotion to the end. Your work pleases the Lord of Souls."
I bowed my head instinctively, heart pounding with a fierce pride and mild fear.
"Rise, servant. You who embrace the final breath and consume what others fear."
The priestess's soul hovered closer, drawn like a moth to flame. Without hesitation, I opened my mouth wide, a dark hunger blooming inside me, and pulled her essence into my throat once more, It was sweet, warm, and intoxicating.
A surge of power roared through me as Death's avatar extended a skeletal hand, pressing a sigil glowing with pale blue fire onto my palm.
"You shall walk the path of the Grim Reaper, the silent hand that guides the lost."
As the sigil burned cold fire into my flesh, I felt something shift deep within, my claws sharper, my senses keener, my hunger… deeper.
I smiled, teeth flashing in the moonlight.
"Thank you, Lord of Souls. Your servant will not fail."