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Another kill.
Another successful hunt.
Unlike his usual routine, instead of having the rest of his hunters help with butchering the pig, Jack ordered them to run off and to not bother him until he returned to them. They were confused at first, but they obeyed on account of Jack threatening to behead them next.
Once they were far enough away, he got to work.
He stabbed the neck with his knife and half-groaned-half-chuckled as a fountain of red shot out and sprayed onto him. He felt his own blood rush through him and eagerly started tugging the knife through the neck, slicing through the skin and fat and muscle and esophageal tissue. He loved that sound. There was something about it that just enticed him like nothing else. Guts. Flesh. Blood.
Now for the fun part.
His heart raced wildly as he lifted the head, lined himself up with the entrance of the esophagus, and slid inside. His eyes rolled back and he thought he’d cum just from the sensation alone. The pig’s throat felt hot and tight and overwhelmingly wet. The blood, the esophageal fluid, all of it mixed together and made the perfect lubricant. It squelched and spurted with every jolt of his hips. He thought he might puke because of how good it felt.
The esophageal lining felt squishy. Smooth. Fresh. The mucus inside it felt gooey against his skin and made his blood jet through him. And the noises it made. Oh, God, the noises it made. It sounded almost creamy. The head was starting to stop bleeding, but it still felt just as slick as it did before. Jack groaned as he felt rigor mortis set in and the throat tightened around his cock even more. It kept dripping and Jack kept fucking it. He started talking to the head through his moans as if it was a person.
“Oh, you’re so disgusting. Filthy little slut. You’re so fucking tight and wet like a fucking virgin. Is that what you are? Have you never been fucked before?”
He knew the answer. Of course not. At least, not in the way he was violating the poor thing. He let out a string of relentless swears as he found it harder and harder to contain his pleasure and his thrusts became just as messy as he was. Blood pooled below him and sweat streamed down his back. He used a bloody hand to slick his hair back and continued digging into the pig as he gripped it, sinking his nails into the coarse hair on its skin.
Jack was close.
“Fuck… darling…”
He hissed as his head tilted back, holding his breath until he rode out his orgasm. He only exhaled a sigh of relief as he pulled out his dick out of the pig, which was now coated tip to base in clotted red sludge. The pig’s throat gaped open and allowed Jack’s cum to flow out of it. He scooped up the substance with his finger and shoved it back inside the hole it leaked out of. It just trickled out again. So he did the only thing he could think of: he lifted up the head and sucked the cum out of it, almost choking on it. It tasted vile, like rancid meat mixed with salt, like a filet mignon of death.
But fuck, Jack found it deliciously sexy.
He wiped the blood from his mouth and chin and dragged his dirty hands across his thighs to clean them somewhat. He either looked a mess or a hot mess. He certainly knew one of the animals in the forest was a hot mess. A decaying, fly-infested hot mess.
Jack placed his victim onto the sharpened stick, letting it sink as blood ran down, along with his own fluids. Staring at his creation, he grinned. Whatever monster was on the island, it definitely would be no match to the monstrosity this young redheaded boy had just committed, and not nearly as erotic either.