title: Kharjo's Hunter Feast aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [ActualAlisterWilde] id: [43325670] date: 星期四, 八月 25日 2022, 4:59:27 下午 modified: 星期四, 八月 25日 2022, 5:04:36 下午

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Kharjo's Hunter Feast

Author: ActualAlisterWilde Source: Kharjo's Hunter Feast

Ah! This feels like some back to my roots sort of stuff! Kharjo was the first real predator I worked with after Alduin in the old version of My Skyrim Vore series on this page! It was nice to kick back and do a unrelated, unlinked, unrestricted story of just the big cat kicking some fools about and tearing shit up!

I know my uploads have been spotty... very spotty at best, but I plan on keeping providing all you lovely folks with as much content as I can weather or not these health problems of mine end up killing me soon or in thirty years, I'll pump out as much great content as I can for you all!

Anyway, I'm sure you're all here for that ever juicy:

CONTENT:

The woods were eerily quiet. Something was wrong, very wrong, and he could feel it in his bones. Usually, the quiet of the forests and woods would be relaxing, help to focus the mind. But not today, today it only seemed to put him on edge. His hand was shaky as he gripped his bow, his eyes darting from side to side like a flying insect. All around the same tension could be felt by the others that surrounded him. A sense of dread. A sense of not being alone. Almost like being watched… followed… Hunted!

Though his hands were quaking, David tried to have a relaxed expression. Sometimes a bit of showmanship goes a long way in keeping the morale of the men high. Especially in times such as this. His hunters all around him, weapons readied. They faced a mighty threat; one they had never seen the likes of before. They faced it to protect the people of this land, though they were woefully underprepared. It would soon be very clear to them how underprepared they were…

They came across a site of interest. It was the middle of the day, with the warm sun beating down upon them from above, wearing them down, the pathway having little canopy but the surrounding trees had a vicious overgrowth under them. This forced them to follow the main path through the forest. They thought that it was lucky they did, otherwise they might not have came across a very interesting sight. A lone wagon, in the middle of the road. No riders in sight, no horses. Just a wooden wagon left alone. Everything was still in there, seemingly vital trade goods. The question was why would such things be left abandoned in the middle of the road with no guard in sight?

That was the question they wished they never found out the answer for…

The tress rustled in the light windy breeze as the men mounted the wagon and began searching the supplies. David remained on the lookout with a few others, unsure if looting was the right call, but if it relaxed the men, so be it! He let them get on it, searching and questioning what is worth taking and what to use up now. Looking around David noticed that one thing stood out to him. Where were all the creatures? The varied animals of the forest? Had something scared them away?

A sudden and very frightful rumble gave the answer.

The men all paused, conversations died instantly as they all stood still and quiet, eyes glued to the direction the sound had come from. What kind of ungodly creature was it that could make a sound like that? But it was unfortunately revealed to them shortly after the thought had passed.

A faint whooshing sound was noticed before it suddenly got a lot louder. The men looked up and saw what it was, a large tree flying through the air! Something had the strength to uproot the entire Oak and send it their way! David quickly dived to the ground, dodging out of the way before the magnificent tree smashed directly into the carriage, causing a huge explosion of wood planks and splinters being sent in every which direction. Screams erupted from the wounded as they tried to crawl from the wreckage. David got to his feet and pulled a man out from under the broken wagon, the poor lad’s leg was cut open in several places, causing him to limp. David knew just as well as the poor bastard that speed would be the key to escaping this monster they hunted. Or to be more accurate, was hunting them. David could see the fear in his eyes, they all were terrified, and they had yet to even see the beast!

Boom Boom BOOM BOOM

It was getting closer and closer by the second, each terrible footstep leaving a noticeable quake on the earth below. David raised a hand and signalled for all to get into position. Spears at the front, swords at the rear, bows in the middle. Their hunting formation must hold against this giant. He could only hope, otherwise they were all doomed the moment they started.

“Pick up your shields! Grasp your spears! Look to your arms and armour! We hunt this monster like warriors!” David roared, asserting a morale boost for all of his men. As their leader, they looked to him to lead and inspire them. Though this time he feared even he couldn’t inspire much of a fight against the rumoured giant.

Overhead the trees started to be brushed aside and collapse. Whatever was coming, it was coming in hot! “BRACE!” David called, all the men tightened up, getting closer and forming a wall of spears pointed towards the chaos in the forest. More and more trees fell and that’s when Dave saw it. The one the people called Kharjo. The beast made its thunderous reveal by throwing something over it’s shoulder, directly at the middle of the hunter’s formation. As the shadow grew bigger David saw what seemed to be half a broken cart coming towards them. He opened his mouth to order a quick brace, but it was far too late.

The giant had thrown it with enough force, that upon impact against the hunter’s shield wall, the cart exploded into shards and planks, the force of the blast knocking several men into the air as those around were knocked to the ground. Two of the shield bearers took the full impact of the cart and seemed to have been immediately crushed by the weight and force of the projectile. David watched as their bodies slid across the dirt pathway, brushing up some dust that filled the air, gasping and groaning from their broken bones. Most of the other men had been knocked about, the formation broken and many injured. They were vulnerable. The giant was hungry… Kharjo emerged from the tree line marching through the lush green leaves and stomping his way onto the road, where a delightfully large meal was awaiting him. His long black and white fur waved in the wind with the sheer volume of each of his strides. Those long claws on his toes scratching the floor as they landed, his feet covering enough ground to bury two men. David looked on, his breath shaking and body trembling. Kharjo however, was just beginning.

Firstly, the massive monster reached down and swiped at the still broken line with his massive right hand, his claws outstretched. The speed and power behind the swipe would be enough to wreak a castle! The claws swiped across the line and passed over a number of the injured and downed hunters. But those unlucky enough to still be able to stand, soon found themselves looking at oncoming razors, ready for the kill. With a short burst of a couple of scratching sounds, four of David’s men were swiped off their feet and sent flying across the path, blood squirted out from the grievous slash wounds on their bodies as they impacted the floor. The claws of the giant cat were just as deadly as a lion with all the cruelty they could bring. As the men hit the ground, some of them squirmed, feeling themselves split open, screamed, and cried as their blood pooled and limbs twitched. Their lives coming to a quick and tragic ending.

The hunters all screamed and broke in the face of such a huge and deadly beast. None could even believe what they were watching. The archers standing behind the shield line looked up at the giant with shaking hands. One of them, much younger than the rest, trembled and let go of his arrow accidently. The shaft cut through the air and arced right into the knee of the giant standing before them. The man whimpered, dropping his bow, and quickly shuffling backwards, his eyes locked on the giant’s colossal body. Fear gripping him like rain in a storm. The giant’s head tilted down to his knee, right where the arrow had impacted. Like swatting a bug, he flicked the arrow out with a swipe, the blade not cutting his skin and instead getting caught in his abundance of thick fur. With a single swipe it was cast off to the side and instead the Khajit turned his attention to the line of archers, all whimpering and shaking, most having dropped or lowered their bows.

Kharjo took a heavy step forwards, quaking the ground as he did, several of the frightened archers fell right onto their asses immediately, their shaking legs being too weak to hold their frightened, tiny bodies up. The second step was not much better but in fact worse. As within a single stride the giant was now on the large road and his second step was positioned right over the wounded and crawling shield men, he had battered earlier. David watched from the side, he saw a couple of his men crawling away, one with a broken leg, one bleeding heavily and the rest in shock. However, they were quickly put out of it as the massive right foot of the cat came down with an incredible thud, that silenced the shattering bones and muffled the screams of the wounded. Their eventful, fruitful lives snuffed out in less then a second as they were carelessly crushed under the foot of an unaware giant. David watched as the foot rested on the surface for a moment, still and smoothing some beneath. However as the cat lifted his other foot to continue marching forwards onto more victims, the already placed foot started to sink into the dirt, erupting a scene of slow crunches and pops, David watching as a hand reached out towards him (the body hidden under the thick smelly feet) and twisted in agony as the foot sunk onto it before it fell limp.

However, the Giant was aware of the archers scattered about just ahead of his feet. The large feline eyes darted around eyeing up each potential meal as Kharjo made a mental note of how delicious each one looked. Without warning, he made his first move, leaning down and reaching forwards at the vulnerable line. Despite his size, the predator was still able to move as quick as his people could at their normal size. This made Kharjo easily the most dangerous of all the macros that David had ever known!

The massive furry hand reached down towards them as they fled. David’s once seemingly fearless hunters had broken and ran in all directions, but it was not enough to escape from the giant cat. Kharjo was just too might of a hunter for any of these to escape his grasp! His hand clenched around the first two men he saw, fingers extended out to cut off their escape, gently pulling the screaming men into his palm where they were gripped tightly. Kharjo continued to use the same hand to grab many, many more of the fleeing men, scooping them up without problem and lifting them into the air. Those lucky enough to dodge out of the way would look up to see the horrible sight of the giant feeding on its favourite meal: live prey!

His fingers loosened as they were lifted high above his head, eventually coming to a stop when Kharjo had leaned back with his mouth directly below the pairs of kicking legs. The hunters could only feel the humid heatwave of the cat’s breath as their heads were buried deep into the cat’s fur as their legs dangled just above the massive maw. One by one, they began to slip, the palm opening wider and wider, dropping the screaming morsels, and guiding them into the ravenous, jaw-lined cavern.

More and more of them fell in, their screams being replaced by a wet slap as they impacted upon the giant’s tongue. Their cries ringing out to those below as a blood-chilling warning to the horror that awaited those who would be caught by the massive predator. Kharjo watched as the last squirming archer fell upon his maw, landing right on the cat’s lip and folding half one way, half the other. The man was gripped in the vice like hold of terror. His front half looking directly down the tongue of the giant to the gurgling, glutenous gullet beyond. All the while his legs dangled in the cold air, desperate to feel solid ground under them as they were suspended ten stories into the air.

Kharjo’s lips closed quickly, the great devourer not wanting to lose a potential meal. The archer was squeezed of all his breath as the lips slammed down upon him, squeezing his ribs, and painfully compressing his belly. For those below, they watched on as the legs spasmed and kicked erratically as the giant made a great show of devouring their comrades. Kharjo leaned his head back, shifting gravity for the poor soul caught in his muzzle. With a simple flick and loosening of his lips by just an inch, the man’s legs were slurped up and vanished into the cat’s massive mouth. All the men trapped inside knew one hard truth. When it came to giants and macros, once you were in its mouth, your life was over, your fate as food was sealed. Many of them broke down to sobs and crying as the tongue shifted them about, lining them up for one quick slide into Kharjo’s wide throat…

GULP!

A large bulge appeared on the outside of the massive cat’s neck. David watched in disbelief and utter sorrow as several of his men, some of whom he had fought with for years, vanished down the greedy gullet ready to be tucked away in the giant’s belly. His face dropped a pale colour as he tracked the bulge down past the naked cat’s chest and watched as his belly jiggled ever so slightly with the new deposit of meat to digest. No doubt that those fully grown men would be in for a very slow and painful end as their bodies were boiled of all the protein that they have to give…

BWAARRPP!

The cunning cat let out a loud burp that startled every man left standing. But their fears intensified as the cat looked around at the scattered and hopelessly outmatched hunters. As he looked through them all, once again rating the look of each of them, the heavy, meaty smell of the cat’s burp hung in the air, descending upon the men making them cough and gag in response to the horrid aroma that invaded their senses, leaving them stunned and easy pickings for a giant such as Kharjo…

Before they had fully recovered from the overwhelming stench of digesting meat and burning skin, the men were suddenly snatched up in another swift swipe of the giant’s hands. They screamed in pain as they were pressed tightly together, being yanked high into the air and one by one, being plucked from the bundle and tossed inside. Kharjo had them all captive in his right hand, and picked them out with his left, choosing the tastier looking ones and quickly gulping them down. He made sure that he lifted his head up high every time he swallowed a man, letting all those still in his grasp to watch as their brother-in-arms slides down his gullet.

David scrambled around just next to the musky feet of the feline fiend. He gathered what men he could, pulling some to their feet and grabbing those who were mesmerised by the giant and pulling them back to reality. David called out to them but not loud enough for the giant to hear. Before long, all the men that could were running down the path, the way they came, giving it all the speed, they had left in them, attempting to flee from the giant beast that would otherwise devour them all!

Unfortunately, Kharjo quickly noticed all his escaping morsels.

But the cat did not want to leave any of them alive.

Three men were still in his hand as he noticed, all three of them watching as their group fled the scene, leaving them to their fate. Kharjo made a slight groan of annoyance upon realising some were running. Swiftly he crammed the three remaining men right into his maw, shoving them through his jaws and cutting them in several places. Promptly he chewed, chomped, and crushed the men to a pulp, ending their lives in a much quicker and more humane way than those he gulped whole. But that did not much matter to him, he just enjoyed the meal he earned from hunting the hunters.

CHOMP! CRUNCH! CRONCH!

The deep sounds of the bone-breaking bites and flesh ripping jaws followed the fleeing men and quickly made several of them turn around, watching as blood squirted from the lips of the Khajit, the brief glimpses of the feline jaws revealed them to be covered in the blood and guts of their people. One man noticed a large human bone caught between two of his front teeth, creating quite the gory spectacle for them to look upon.

Kharjo looked down at the ground around his foul feet and smiled upon seeing those the humans could not save. The wounded and broken, left behind to be disposed of by the giant god-like Khajit. He looked down at the first two in front of him, broken bones preventing their escape. Kharjo gave him a wide, red smile before shifting his tongue back and gulping down what paste was left of those he crammed inside. It made a loud wet swallow as Kharjo gulped them down. His left foot peeling off the dirt and slowly being lifted over the wounded, pathetic humans that watched helplessly as their doom approached…

BOOOM!

The giant had stomped down so hard it muffled the sounds of the victims splatting under his huge muscular foot. Squirts of crimson red gore shot out from under his heel and sole, splatting over some of the other trapped men. Most of who were not begging the monster to let them go…

BOOM!

THUD!

SMASH!

As David ran, he could feel the quakes in the ground from each of the giant’s stomps. Considering how it had not caught up with them yet, David knew his fear was confirmed. The massive giant was giving into his feline nature and mercilessly executing or playing with the wounded helpless men left behind. But it would not take him long before he caught up with the fleeing group. David knew for a fact he and his men could not outrun the monster, he just hoped. Hoped to all that is good that he could escape with his life. A hope that soon turned sour…

Boom!

BOOM!

BOOOOM!

David took one look behind and quickly, out of sheer instinct, dived to the leftf hand side, a couple of his men doing the same but a good few of them not realising or even seeing them evade what was coming for them.

BOOOOOOM!

The massive right foot of the feline stomped down directly in the middle of the running crowd, causing a good bit of crowd stomping for Kharjo to enjoy. The sheer feeling of so many bodies popping and being crushed under his mighty weight felt incredible to a giant like himself. Better yet for the beast, the impact on the ground had knocked all the other remaining men to the ground. All of them rolling around, dazed and confused. Ripe for the taking!

Kharjo once again leaned down and with one mighty scoop of his hand, cupped under the bellies of three more hunters. The men soon realised the danger and attempted to leap from the cat’s hand before it could grasp them. Only one was able to leap in time, falling a great height and crashing down onto the floor. The other two both hesitated after seeing the fall height and in that moment of hesitation, the two of them were squeezed tightly by the fingers of the giant, preventing their escape, and dragging them closer and closer to oblivion within the feline.

The man who impacted the ground felt his bones turn to dust upon impact on the dirt. His mobility falling away instantly, leaving him stuck on the floor in searing agony and trapped right between the feet of the giant. In lifting the other two up to his maw, Kharjo caught sight of the one who jumped, seeing him mewing on the ground like a pathetic dying rat. He cracked a wide smile at the sight of his prey suffering. His dark and sadistic giant nature kicking in and practically begging him to snuff out the life. So, he did. With a lift of his massive right foot, the man could only whimper and cry as it was slowly positioned over the top of him. Several thousand tonnes of eight suspended above him, ready to crush him to a pulp. He sat there, eye fixated on the hairy, blood soaked, thick smelling foot until the giant finally put him down.

BOOM!

David crawled back after he watched the scene unfold, getting to his feet and quickly fleeing behind the nearest tree. His breath struggling to be caught and his body covered in squirts of blood. He could not tell if it was his, or his friends or the beast’s! Such horror had been unfolding before him that he had lost the will to speak. Instead, being stuck to gasps and pants. The rest of his men were still in the open, staggering around the feet of the macro predator. A sudden burst of screams came from above, David looked up and watched again as more of his people were devoured alive. Kharjo shoved them right in, head-first. Both pairs of legs kicked and dangled from between his thick muzzle. Their screams grew quieter the more the cat slurped up the rest of their bodies, still dramatically leaning his head back and letting gravity do the work as he consumed the last of their bodies. The cruel beast allowing himself to swallow harder just to give another grim reminder to those below what their place was in this world. His world.

David had seen enough. There was no way he could stand looking at the beast any longer. He looked down at the base of the tree and quietly, ever so quietly, he slipped into the tiniest gap, cutting across his arms as he squeezed past the wood, impaling several splinters as he did, he disregarded his own pain and focused on cowering in cover. This would be the last he dared venture into the wilds. Never again.

The screams and cries continued for twenty minutes afterwards. The heavy footsteps of the giant still shook the ground inside the trunk of the hollow tree. David stayed still, not moving, barely breathing as he tried to block out the sounds of his friends and comrades being devoured. The bone crunching bites, the flesh ripping tears. Every now and again he could hear a man begging for his life, begging to be spared. Only then would the cries be replaced by an earth-shattering thud as those poor souls, fathers, and sons, would be crushed and buried under the heavy feet.

It was David’s own personal hell to hear every sound. Every life he knew, all being cut short by the hunger of the predator or cut short under the crushing weight of its feet. He curled up like a frightened child and rocked back and forth, the sounds never relenting, not even for a second until, at long last.

BOOOOM!

BOOM!

Boom!

Boom!

They finally did… It was gone… He was the only survivor… But never again would the hunter dare to pick up the sword on another wild hunt… His lesson was learned long before it was over…