Divine Roast

The market:


Moira strolled over the market like she owned the place. The anthro wyvern’s shape was imposing enough to part a path through the dense crowd in front of her. So many furs, sightseeing, shopping, haggling, or stealing from those that didn't pay attention. But the pickpockets had good instincts on who was a mark and who they would burn their fingers. once the shadow of the winged creature fell on them, her scales almost black with a hue of purple, they scampered.

As such, the little pouch with her gold was still safely on her belt as she arrived at a colourful arrangement of tents and tables. In it were various cages with furs in chains.

The owner of the booth bowed. The white striped tiger was missing one of his fangs and one eye. His ear was nicked and an abundance of scars gave him a rather dangerous appearance.

"I welcome you to my humble trade stall. Please have a look at our wares. I have some new merchandise that might appeal to your exquisite palate."

Moira nodded at him with an amused smile, then followed him to one of the tents. She hardly gave a glance at the cages out in the open. The furs were scrawny and looked like they had been through a lot. Maybe they'd make interesting servants, but she wasn't here to buy a slave.

The merchandise inside the tent was more catered towards culinary customers. A succulent bovine girl was chained to a pole, her fur oiled to emphasize that she had been well fattened. A pair of cute sheep boys - except they weren't exactly boys anymore, as their slightly androgynous appearance and the lack of a scrotum told her. And also a ram, who's proud horns and prouder ram-hood told her that he'd appeal to those who liked a slightly stronger taste in their mutton.

All of them shied away from the large carnivore. Even if they were captured far away and did not know her, Moira's appearance left little doubts to those kept here as prey that she was an apex predator who would eagerly feast on either of them.

Moira looked at them and licked her lips, then gave the tiger an encouraging smile. He nodded, realising that none of these were what she was looking for and led her to the back of the tent.

A swan was bound in a cage, next to a creature that was half feral goat, half anthro. A Goat-taur. Her couriousity peaked and she looked at these a bit longer. They both looked back at her, intimidated, but not as fearful as the others. Moira showed her teeth smiling at the goat, which seemed to send a shiver down his spine. Fear, AND anticipation. That could be fun, she thought. A maybe.

"Do you have anything else, Taris?" she asked the merchant.

Taris, the white tiger made a slightly apologetic gesture. "Well, as far as meat is concerned, this is all that I have today. You could of course have a look at our more exquisite wares, but they are not strictly priced for their nutrition value." He argued.

Moira sighed theatrically. "Show me what you have please. You know I don't negotiate before I haven't seen what you have."

"Of course melady. Please follow me." He responded with a slightly hoarse voice and led her back out of the tent.

The taur looked almost disappointed for a second, but as Moira left the tent she glanced at him for a split second and winked with one eye and a hint of a smile.

Taris lead the dragoness to the larger, more elaborately decorated tent. It was embellished with gold, red and blue fabrics that formed rich, detailed decorations on the tent wall, forming flowers and hearts and some motives with a bit of innuendo to them. Inside were various poles and rings to which anthros were bound or chained, forced into poses that were more than a bit explicit. Some were fearful like the food-slaves, others seemed to wear more determined expressions, in some cases almost dominant. She noticed not all were chained to restrain, some of the slaves seemed well trained enough to pose for their potential new owner with quite a confident expression. A zebra stallion seemed to be quite proud of his equipment, but once she showed him her fangs and licked her lips with a hungry smile, he seemed to realize that she would take much more than he wanted to offer, and his eyes went wide.

Moira looked at them, then pointed at a separate section in the back. "What do you have there?" she asked Taris.

Taris sighed. "Well, I am not really sure if I am willing to sell this one here, I intended to keep her exclusively for the steward of the royal palace ..." he spoke as he reluctantly opened the curtain. It revealed another cage, this one decorated with gold-plated bars and delicate embellishments. In it was a white furred deer. She had little tusks on her snout, which gave her an ever so slightly menacing appearance that went well with her not-particularly tame expression. She was bound to a pole in the middle of the cage, her wrists chained to the top, her hooves chained to the bottom, so her back rode against the pole. A strange corset was wrapped around her chest that emphasized her breasts. But it did something else. Moira could immediately sense the power in the shiny black stones worked into this outfit that was constantly clashing with the aura emitted by the captive. This was no ordinary fur.

Speaking of fur, the doe had intricate blue lines across her body, forming almost rune-like symbols, but it looked as if she had naturally grown that way. Her eyes were a deep green, as she stared defiantly at the merchant and the wyvern. And her antlers, white as snow, seemed to almost radiate with a hidden power.

Moira looked at her, nearly mesmerized by that appearance, but only for a split second. By the time Taris turned back to her, she pretended she wasn't too impressed.

"Interesting, for how much have you sold her?" Moira asked Taris, as if she was doing smalltalk, instead walking closer to the zebra stallion who now shied away from her, barely able to keep his impressive sexy pose.

"Oh, well, I haven't actually sold her yet. It's just that we reserve the most exquisite merchandise for our most prestigeous customers. Please, no touching unless you buy, I apologise, I have to insist."

Moira had been about to stroke the stallions equipment. He suddenly seemed to be relieved that she didn't, although the hungry smile she gave him wasn't any less disturbing.

"Well lucky I am that I own the most prestigious restaurant in town. I think I'd like to buy her. And the cute couple from the other tent."

"The sheep?"

"No, the swan and the taur. But only if you sell me the doe as well."

The doe in question glared at her. A muffled bleat came from her direction, but the ballgag in her mouth prevented any intelligible speech.

"Well..."  the tiger scratched his truncated ear, trying to find ways to say it politely. "I'm afraid I cannot sell her for under fifty thousand gold."

Moira rose an eyebrow - or rather the scales she had where eyebrows would have been had she had fur. "That's indeed quite an outrageous price for a slave. Even in her golden cage, that seem hardly justified. Surely I could buy your entire stock for less than that."

He was glad she did not respond with violence right away to the demand. "Well, in all honesty, you probably could. All of them, except for her."

"And, what, if I may ask, makes this doe worth more to you than a fully outfitted sailing ship with a crew?" Moira asked, with only the slightest hint of a dangerous subtone in her speech. Taris was more worried by the fact the dragoness had apparently no problem thinking in these amounts. For most people this was just the category of - more than they would ever see in their lifetime.

"To start with the expedition that was supposed to enslave a whole tribe of deer only came back with her instead."

"So you are trying to recover your investment." Moira answered with a smirk. "Understandable, but why would the royal steward pay so much?"

Talis looked around. Apparently he did not trust his own slaves or their handlers enough to tell her. He came close and whispered.

"She's a goddess."

Moira's face expression did not suggest she believed him.

"A minor deity. The deer worshipped her. Apparently she could make trees grow just like that. Entangled the slavers in the roots. Trapped them, until her tribe escaped. And she wouldn't die! Even with a spear through the heart. She just pulled it out and turned it into some kind of flower. It's only the enchanted pendant that keeps her trapped in there. It binds her powers."

Moira nodded, smiling.

"You shouldn't sell her to the royal steward then."

"But surely she's a slave worthy of a king."

Moira chuckled.

"Worthy, yes. But the royal priests would probably not approve. They'd demand her killed to prove she's no match for their mighty gods. If they can’t, it'd be a big political problem. And worse, if she's as powerful as you say, what do you think will happen if someone takes that pendant off? Wouldn't she subject anyone who wronged her to godly wrath? If I were responsible for the king's safety, I'd advise highly against keeping a slave with such powers."

It dawned to Talis that he might have made a mistake. His glance went back and forth between Moira and the doe, who's face expression was not exactly friendly.

"I'll pay three thousand. For all three."  Moira offered.

"Three... but that's less than I...  I mean, this is a one of a kind slave. You will never find anyone like her anywhere. I can go down to twenty thousand..."

"Three thousand and the guarantee that she will have been dealt with and not come for you. That's a price no one else can match."

Talis gulped. "I can't go that low. I have had expenses myself. Ten thousand."

Moira gave him a disapproving look. Then she nodded.

"Well, then it's been nice to visit your tents. I'm looking forward to your merchandise next month, maybe you'll have something interesting again?"

Not waiting for an answer, she turned around and walked to the tent entrance.

"Next...  no wait,  please...   Five thousand!"

Moira slowed down, giving him the chance for another offer.

"Damnit. Four thousand. Four thousand and the stallion over there." Talis yelled angry, spitting as he spoke.

Moira turned around with a very toothy smile.

"It's a pleasure to make business with you." She pulled out a gemstone with a pulsing blueish glow out of her pouch. "This is a charged diamond. Enchanted to be a powerful magical focus. I've had it appraised at thirty five hundred gold in Tala-ahir five years ago. But with the pirate threat, you should get at least four thousand when you sell it in Eytiémme. Probably some folk could pay a lot more, since it's fully charged, by me..."

Moira knew she had a deal half way through her explanation. Talis knew the value of such a gem. Knowing his skills, he might sell it for ten, but she didn't care. "Please deliver the merchandise to my place by tonight." She said and let the gemstone glide through the air towards the slave trader in a gentle arc.

He caught it, then bowed.  But she had already left.



The kitchen:

"You let them capture you on purpose, didn't you?"

The doe no longer wore her ball-gag. She was also out of her golden cage. Instead of being chained to the bottom and top of the pole inside it, by now there were thin blue strands of glowing magic that held her down to a kitchen table she was forced to lay on.

To her surprise the surface was less hard than she had expected.

The kitchen was big. In the corner there was a meat station. Over it was a hook on which the swan was hanging by his ankles. The swan had no more head, and drops of blood occasionally still dripped into the sink.

The taur had been similarly dealt with. The headless carcass had been skinned and cleaned and was hanging with a wide open torso - both upper and lower, like you hang meat to cure.  Both their heads were sitting on a shelf, preserved by magic, an expression of surprise and pleasure frozen on their faces.

"What are you planning to do with me? This won't work, I can't die."

Moira smiled at her and let a hand play through the fur on the doe's belly, almost caressingly playing with her.

"Trust me, it will. But this has to go. It's too crude and too cumbersome." Moira tugged at the harness around the doe's neck and chest. She could feel how it barely constrained the doe's magic. There was no way anyone would have gotten that thing on her without her cooperation."

"Here, this will work much better." Moira said. With her other hand, she produced a glowing gem with a theatrical gesture, the wing-skin on her arm spreading. It pulsed, not unlike the diamond she had given the trader, but in purple. As she approached the doe's forehead, it changed colour, turned red, pulsed faster. The doe tried to shy away, but blue strands of Moira's power held her head in place, She moaned, fighting against the power, then moaned again as it made contact with her forehead - and lodged in place, almost zapping her with the magic.

Moira watched the doe arch and tremble, then relax, panting. There had been a short struggle within her body between her own power and that of Moira's gem. The Wyvern wasn't sure who would have won had there not been the black gemstone corset-pendant binding her down.

Now it was no longer needed and Moira removed it, which earned her a frightened glare from the doe. Moira could sense how her divine power now struggled against the embrace of her own binding spell, but - to put things in crude terms - there was a lot less wriggle room. The binding fueled itself from the were power it bound, the stronger she fought it, the stronger it became. And the doe knew it.

"Why are you doing this?" The doe wanted to know.

"I run a restaurant, I take quite serious. I only buy the best ingredients." Moira explained. "Besides my kind has always eaten people. It's what we do. I just do it more civilised. Now, how come I could buy you like an ordinary slave. You could easily have escaped."

"You're right. I let them. So my people could get away from the slavers. They can't defend themselves, and they would have gone after them if I escaped."

Moira nodded. "You could have killed them instead."

That earned her an angry glare. "I won't needlessly end lives. I cannot die, so I might as well get taken in their stead and escape later."

"What shall I call you." Moira asked, almost with a hint of respect in her voice.

"I'm....   you can call me Shana."

"My pleasure. You can call me Moira." she introduced herself.

"What did you do to me? What's gonna happen?" Shana wanted to know.

"Oh well, nothing complicated. I restricted your power, so I can cook your body. Can't cook someone who is invulnerable after all. You're gonna be delicious."

Moira once more traced a claw over Shana's body. She knew how to do that in such a way it resulted in a pleasant shiver in the doe, who was stretched helpless on the table.

"And then you'll eat me?" she wanted to know.

"Some of you." She answered. "Some of you will be served to the guests. You'll be the dish of the day. Chef's special."

"And then?" Shana's voice trembled with a mix of fear and strange fascination.

"Well, then you'll be eaten. Until all that's left of you is your power and the stone. The stone remains. You can't escape?"

"You want to trap me in the stone forever?" - now the fear was genuine.

Moira gave her an almost loving smile. "Nothing is forever, Shana. We both know that. Besides that'd be such a waste of a gift that could keep giving.

Of course I'd eventually restore you, just as you are now. Maybe once a month? Depends on how well your meat is received. I'm sure we can come up with a bunch of interesting recipies. Or, if something happens to me, after a few thousand years my power in the stone would run out, and you'd be able to free yourself."

Shana gulped. "What about my tribe? They... they'll need guidance."

Moira smiled. "They'll be fine. I'm sure they learned to avoid the slavers for the time being. Maybe we can find an arrangement in the long run, for now, don't worry about them."

With these words, Moira turned once again to Shana's bound body, and started playing with her. 

“What are you...” Shana wanted to know, but she was interrupted by her own gasp, when Moira started massaging her flanks with a cold liquid. It felt slippery and oily, and soon turned pleasantly warm, as the wyvern started working it into her skin.

It also caused her fur to fall out and melt away, revealing her bright skin. The blue lines vanished and yet remained visible, as they were replaced by lines of slightly darker skin, almost like tattoos.

Mercilessly, Moira worked her way over Shana’s body. Her calves, her thighs, her belly, her breasts.

Running her claws up and down her belly, eventually she inserted one clawed digit into the doe's little cunny, maintaining the de-furring massage until  Shana arched and strained against her constraints in moans.

Moira's claw invaded the doe's slick, moist sex, then she played her forked tongue over Shana's very erect nipples. Eventually she pushed a second claw in and nibbled ever so slightly on the divine treat.

By now completely hairless, Shana moaned and shivered, unable to resist the pleasure Moira gave her. Somehow the gemstone in her forehead amplified the pleasure, made her more susceptible to it, made her give in.

Faster and faster the claw invaded her cunny, until she trembled and arched, straining against the magical constraints.

Then Moira zipped her open. Just like that.

Her claws were sharp like a knife. Maybe a spell helped as well. Shana's flesh parted as if Moira's claw had been a scalpel, opening her belly from her pussy all the way to the sternum.

Shana arched and moaned, her belly suddenly gaping open and revealing her guts, while Moira's claw tugged on her ribs.

The doe felt herself lifted off the table by her butcher. The magic no longer restraining her. Her belly gaped and her guts bulged, at the brink of slipping out of her and falling down, while the wyvern lifted her over, then held her over a tub that seemed to be made exactly for this purpose. To receive all her squishy innards.

It was pointless to strain against the wyvern, while her other clawed hand entered Shana’s belly, sought its way past her bulging entrails, deep inside her, until she felt a sharp little tug as Moira’s experienced claws severed something in her butt that made her clench and tense. That finally sent the pile of her insides past the point of no return, slipping out and and down, pulled out of her belly by their own weight.

Shana gasped at the odd pulling sensation of her insides being emptied, her guts sucked out by their own weight only to pile below in the tub. She stared down at the red slimy pile of all that a second before had been part of her, hidden deep inside. But Moira wasn’t done. She held on to the doe as if hugging her, then pulled her claw further upwards, piercing her sternum, until it gave way.

Shana moaned, screamed, gasped, all at the same time, and yet the only sound she made was a wet gurgle, as her chest was opened, just as her belly had. She felt Moira’s claw open her up all the way to her throat, then reach inside her neck and yank.

She opened her mouth for a silent bleat, as her wind and foodpipe were severed. Then Moira lifted her heart and lungs out of her chest.

Badump.... badump.... Shana could see her heart still pump and pulse, right in front of her. Then Moira let go, and it, too landed in the pile of shquishy entrails.

Her mouth stood open, but her voice failed her. Then Moira turned her around, faced her ... And kissed her.

Dizzy, Shana closed her eyes and embraced the wyvern’s tongue with her own, feeling herself shiver. Her insides exposed to the cold air like she had never felt before. Her body light as a feather with her very core removed and gutted.

She wanted the kiss to last, but the world spun and went completely black. It felt like she was thrown and twisted around in a void of dark silence. Then suddenly it was still again.

A deep calmness overcame her. She felt a strain in her forehead, where that gemstone was. Her power tried desperately to restore her body, but Moira’s spell didn’t let it. Yet, it also didn’t let her die.

The doe felt the urge to breathe. But she couldn’t.

Shana opened her eyes once more. She was back on the table, laying on her back. Moira stood with her back to her, a large cleaver in her hand as she chopped vegetables.

Once more she tried to inhale. Her chest moved and she could see her breasts twitch at the corner of her vision, oddly sideways. Her hands were free she was no longer bound. She reached for her chest, glancing down at herself, and her gaze fell directly into the emptyness inside her. She was completely hollow, and cut open from throat to crotch. She could see into herself and saw her spine, her ribs, her red meast. All the way down to her crotch, which the merciless wyvern had also split in half.

There was no throbbing. She had no heartbeat. But that did not stop her nipples from growing even more pointy, her parted nether lips from begging for attention. She reached for her breast with one hand, which pulled the gaping gap in her even further apart. Then her other hand reached inside and explored parts of her body she had never ever touched before.

Eventually Moira turned around, a bowl full of vegetables, fruits, bread and spices, marinated to perfection in her hands. A delighted smile formed on her lips when she saw Shana was awake and enjoying herself.

“Here, this is all for you. You’ll be delicious, don’t you think? Come, help me stuff your body. You’ll like that.” Moira suggested.

As it turned out, the wyvern had cleaned her inner organs and worked some of them into the stuffing as well. Soon, the mixture of ingredients and spices filled her body up. As she started getting full, Moira used her magic to seal her body back together in some places. Between her legs, and on her neck, but only to prevent her from leaking.

“Take this in your mouth. You can’t speak anyway.” Moira suggested, and stuffed an apple into Shana’s snout without waiting for an answer.

Moira could see the question in Shana’s eyes.

“Now you go into the oven. I have already preheated it. Don’t worry, I won’t let you burn, this will tell me when you are done.” She promised mischievously and stuck a long thermometer probe into Shana’s butt and deep into her stuffing.

Shana managed a small arch, which exposed her stuffing through the slightly gaping gap in her.

Moira used a levitation spell to transport her main ingredient to a deep baking tray, already filled with marinade, lemons and more spices. It felt oddly cool on her. hairless skin.

Moira gave her a brush. “Here. Use this to baste yourself, so you don’t dry out.”

Shana couldn’t even moan. She managed a tiny nod, then the whole tray was lifted - this time without any magical help. The oven door was open and a wave of heat embraced Shana as she was pushed in.

Then the door closed and it got even hotter. 

Moira sat down in front of the oven and looked through the window with a satisfied smile.

Inside there were wet, slippery noises, as Shana dutifully rubbed the basting sauce all over her. Especially her nipples and her crotch.

Occasionally she arched, her thighs strained and trembled - there was no room to stretch them, and her whole body convulsed in waves of pleasure. 

Eventually Moira left, to work on the other main dishes. Shana watched her through the oven window, how she started preparing the swan and the taur in different ways. The swan would end up grilled, while the taur was cut apart, some parts for a stew, others for the freezer. The oven window started to fog over as more and more steam started rising from Shana’s tray, and she could see less and less.

By the time Moira checked on her doe, there was significantly less movement. Shana had her eyes closed. Her skin was brown and glistening, in places it started to get crispy. The liquid in the tray sizzled, both around her and on her, and steam bubbled from the filling, cooking inside her.

Shana’s left hand had baked against her breast, but she could still see her fingers twitch as she squeezed her own roasted breast. Her other hand was stuck between her legs, where her roasted thighs seemed to try and squeeze and rub against each other to squeeze a bit of pleasure out of her roasted pussy. Moira checked the thermometer with a smile, then the clock. Not much longer. Which was good, it was almost time to open the restaurant.

The dining room.

The hungry dragon was quite full tonight. Moira's waiters had already served starters and plenty of ale, but the largest table was still waiting for the main dish. A witch had reserved the largest table for a rich dinner with her friends. A pair of foxes, an arctic fox, a sow and even a deer-taur. When they had seen the sign, promising a divine roast, they had ordered the whole thing.

"Oh wow, that looks delicious!" Marik, one of the foxes, explained as a zebra stallion, clothed in nothing but a very kinky network of thin leather straps that reminded of a bondage corset, brought in a trolley with a delicious full body roast. "I wonder if she tastes better than you..." Emi teased Ajana, who blushed.

Sadly, the lower legs had been cut off and brought to other tables, as some of the patrons had also ordered the special. But being a larger group, Emi's table still got an almost complete deer on a platter. All the important bits were still there, much to Marik's delight. "Dibs on the pussy!" He called out.

"Shouldn't Emi be getting the best parts for inviting us?" his sister, the red vixen answered chuckling.

"You be quiet, you had all of Ajana's pussy last time. Would you be fine with half and half?" He asked Emi politely, who nodded chuckling. She was eyeing the deer's breasts, who made the feline's mouth water.

Other patrons were enjoying other dishes. Roasted swan, or those who had to dine on a small budget had some of the goat stew. 

The large carving knife cut through the deer meat like butter, severing Shana's thigh. Her pussy leaked meat juices and stuffing as she was handled and reduced. The pig lady eagerly received a large part of deer thigh, while Emi carved herself one of Shana's deliciously juicy breasts.

"This really smells divine. I'm gonna have to ask that dragoness for her recipe." Emi smiled, inhaling.

Meanwhile Marik carved right through Shana's pussy.

Ajana watched, biting her lips.  She saw the roasted deer's body twitch, imagining her feeling all of that. She herself had only had her lower tauren body grilled and been quite awake to feel the sensation of her own juicy roasted pussy being carved for Melanie's birthday party. It didn't seem like this deer could still feel anything, but it was still hot. She took some of the delicious stuffing, which included mostly vegetables. She could stomach that better than meat, while still including enough of the leaked juices to have a rich flavour.

The taste stunned her. It was like magic on her tongue, unlike anything she had ever tasted.

Everyone else seemed to feel the same. The whole table suddenly was silent, as everyone took the meat into their mouth, eyes closed, and almost orgasmic expressions on their faces.

"Oh wow!" Melanie eventually expressed. She had taken the deer's other breast and was savouring the nipple.

Like hungry hyenas they descended on the roast and took second and third portions, reducing what was left of Shana quickly to less and less.

"Enjoying your meal?" Moira asked the guests, visiting the table. She was smiling proudly, knowing the answer full well. "Can I offer you something more to drink?"

Behind her back she played with the cock of the zebra, teasing his balls absent-mindedly. The equine who had for now escaped the kitchen to be used in front of the house shivered, his body like putty in the dragoness' claws.

Emi ordered some wine for the table. Then Moira used her claws to open the doe's head, revealing her brain, cooked as perfectly as the rest of her. She sat the top part aside, holding the cap by the antlers. The gemstone embedded in Shana's forehead pulsed with a faint red glow.

"Please enjoy, I would also suggest you try the tongue." Moira hinted, pulling the roasted apple that Shana had been biting on the entire time from her mouth. Only now the deer's little tusks became visible.

Soon later, even Shana's head had been reduced to just bone. Melanie and Marik ahd even eaten the eyes, while Moira took just the top of the skull, with antlers and gemstone back to the kitchen. It would make a great trophy on the wall.

Aftermath.

Shana opened her eyes with a gasp. To her great relief, she had her lungs, and even her voice back.

Moira stood next to her, smiling. "Had a nice sleep?"

Shana tried to remember what had happened. It was a blur, but she felt like waking from a deep dreamless sleep. Then she remembered. She had been cooked. Roasted. 

"You felt it, didn't you?" Moira asked the blushing doe. She didn't need an answer, the bashful face expression told her all.

"They... they ate me..." she expressed.

"Felt nice, didn't it?"

Shana didn't answer, but blushed more.

"I thought so." Moira gave her a knowing smile. "I'm sorry I couldn't let you be able to move. Not all guests are comfortable when their meal is obviously still awake. Buuuut, maybe we can arrange for a slightly more private event. Are you ready to become a dinner for two?"

Shana moaned, which certainly had to do with the fact the Dragoness was again teasing her body. Part of her wanted to resist the pleasure, but at the same time, a part of her wanted to embrace it and let Moira do with her whatever she wanted.

And deep down, she kinda wanted for that part of her to win.