“Not the kind of hunger, I usually feed, but sure!” The feminine eldritch creature said. “But you may be reconsidering in just a bit.”

Before the Tamaranian could say anything, the creature lunged at her, placing one hand over her mouth and nose, the other hand on the back of Blackfire’s head, and gripping her shoulders with her hand-like feet, and then began to slowly, weakly at first, pull her head away from her shoulders.

Blackfire, unable to breathe but able to take it for now, moved her hands to the creature’s body, trying to get it off her, but finding it very, very difficult to even move her. It was like grabbing wet clay, but she could not tear it apart. She tried to use her energy attacks, her hands and eyes glowing, but her attacks did nothing to stop the creature, only leaving smoky, burnt marks where they hit.

“None of that. Just enjoy the feelings of your muscles straining and your breath running out. If you still have your pancreas, you’ll feel a rush of oxygen in a few seconds.” The creature said calmly, casually even.

For Blackfire, it felt like her lungs were going to burst and her neck was tearing like paper, her shoulders were beginning to ache from the pressure on them, and her eyes began to water.
She had asked to be killed painfully, yes, but this was not what she had been expecting.

After several more seconds, she felt the rush, but she also felt a ripping in her throat as her eyes began to water and roll backwards in her head.

Her vision went white for just a second, and then she felt the pressure on her body immediately leave and the hands move from her head. With that done, she took in a deep breath of the sweet, life saving and prolonging air.

“Ten seconds.” The creature said before taking her position and placing her hands on the sides of Blackfire’s head and her feet loosely gripping the Tamaranian’s arms below her shoulders. She smiled happily at the girl, waiting quietly and patiently.

Blackfire frowned at the creature before her eyes glowed green again and shot directly into the creature’s eyes. She smiled, thinking she had struck a death blow, and then raised her hands to pry the creature’s limbs off her.

“Head or arms.” Blackfire froze. “Which do you think will come off first?” The creature asked, and then began to apply pressure and pull at Blackfire’s head and arms, its grip tightening as it began to slowly and gradually pull.

Blackfire endured, attempting to breakfree, but finding it impossible to harm the creature. Its eyes were not damaged, she found as it looked at her and kept smiling, its eyes locked on hers as it gauged her reaction.
It did not take time for Blackfire to begin to feel the burn as her neck began to ache once more and her arms feeling the same… at least until she felt the points of the creature’s toes pierce into her arms.

“‘As painful as possible’, you said, right? So, the arms first.” The creature said.

There was a sickening twist, Blackfire’s arms being forcibly turned unnaturally, and then silence as the creature eased its pulling to let sink in what had just happened.
When Blackfire opened her mouth to scream, two hands moved over it, covering it and leaving her to thrash and attempt to shake off the creature as it resumed the removal of her arms and tossed them to the sides of the room.

The creature did not let go of her head, but instead moved around to be behind Blackfire’s head with its arms around her head and feet gripping her shoulders once more.

It took what felt like to her an eternity of pain and bleeding, but, finally, she could struggle and thrash no more, falling onto the floor near the bed as she felt her lifeblood draining out of her.

“Okay, time to stop that.” The creature said as it moved its feet to the stumps of her arms. “We’ll be done in another hour or so; bare with it for now.” It said.

Blackfire rested on the floor, feeling the creature move its lower limbs and appendages on her body, and then gasped when she felt what she could only describe as its feet and legs burrowing into her arm stumps. Into her bones. Into her skin and muscles… and then, the horrifying realization: into her blood and very body.

It hurt. It hurt so much. Her eyes were wide, tears flowing down her face, and her heart racing in panic. She felt those appendages worm around inside her body, merged with her own at her arm stumps but also not a complete part of her. It was not until she felt pain at her heart and lungs that she felt the creature move its hands over her nose to cover it and her mouth again.

“Round two. You’ll barely feel the decapitation.” It told her.

Suffocation was all Blackfire had to look forward to as she felt her neck ache for a third time, only this time she felt her lungs twisting and her heart being constricted.

She had asked to be killed painfully, but this was not the kind of pain she wanted. She had been expecting stabbing, slashing, choking… something she had experienced before, but this…
This was worst than torture because she knew, she felt it moving through her bones, in her blood viens, and faintly heard the ripping of her flesh.

It did not end at the severing of her head, she still knew her spine was attached, but she felt it creeping in as the creature moved its hand from her mouth to under her neck and head. Reaching, the creature pulled her tongue out, letting it hang under her chin and exposed, before moving its hand back to her mouth and sticking it in.

“I’ll just mess with your sinus canals until you bleed out. Think of it as my desert for satisfying your hunger for pain, okay?” It told her calmly, but with a hint of arousal.

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I had fun with this one. Now for the next target. I'm sure she's already been on here somewhere, but…

It's been a long day questing to get that sweet and awesome loot, doing your dailies and farming for those bear ass to turn in for your chance at a new piece of gear. Finally, the day nearly finished, you decide to relax at your secret underground dungeon where you keep your favorite not-heroes-or-heroines of the world. Today, it's Jaina Proudmore's turn, but she'd getting on in her years. Better let her go easy… or not. Time to finish her!