Alyssia had been waiting a long time for this...
 
It had been a year since she had read the Priestess Songstorm's writings, her odes to the saber cat. The sentinel had adored the beasts from an early age, having felt no calling except that as a huntress, defending her people astride, in tandem with one as much a part of it as her mount her.
 
It had been while visiting one of the temples, the bond between the military and the holy so strong, that she came across the essays. She'd heard of them, and of the author, from other huntresses and saber keepers, but until then she'd only heard the occassional quotation, a few tales about the author, a recommendation, nothing more. They were not obscure works, but she was to first dedicate herself to the Sentinels, and then she would allow herself to gain the truest understanding of the beasts she dedicated her life to work with.
 
Within minutes Alyssia was conpletely enraptured. The flowing, almost lyrical language, the praise for the beauty, the utmost perfection of the great cats, as a creature moulded lovingly by the Goddess to become a being as sublime and worthy of total devotion as its shaper. The Priestess spoke to her through these texts as surely as though they were intimate companions, as if understanding the huntress's innermost convictions. There was nothing to argue- Songstorm's deepest comprehension of the nightsaber could only come from the divine Herself...
 
Yet while most of the writing did nothing but affirm her convictions, leaving her warm in the glow of deep, yet indisputable knowledge, there was one chapter that left her uneasy. She didn't understand why, but the priestess's suggestions of how to handle prisoners, enemies of the Night Elf people, left Alyssia's head swimming. The saber, so the priestess taught, was a creature of judgement, not just of mind, like the Kaldorei, but of body. Its divinely crafted form allowed it to take those unworthy of existence, and give them meaning.
 
Those seeking to do their duty to their Goddess and their people should not simply slay their enemies, Priestess Stormsong proclaimed, but give them to their mounts, alive, as prey. As the great cats swallowed, then broke the unworthy down, their meals would have time to reflect on their fate, on how they now existed for nothing more than to serve the most magnificent creature on the whole of Kalimdor. Then the saber would separate their being into two components- the postive aspects of the meal, any benevolent and valiant aspects, fine flesh, would be absorbed, becoming one with the Goddess's chosen predator, their body nourishing and enhancing its form, while the rest, the parts unworthy of gracing the most beauteous living beings of existence would be separated out, excrement.
 
She didn't disagree with the advice- far from it! Yet something was missing, a train of thought only teasingly hinted at, only reserved for the most dedicated, the most ardent servants of her Goddess's chosen animals. She would stare at the pages again and again, acquiring her own manuscript, working and training and fighting alongside her own saber, a stunning female, midnight black with a muscle tone her elven body could barely dream of, hoping to be ascertain just what her subconscious was telling her. It took weeks of meditations, but at long last, as she wound herself down after a long night's riding, it came to her.
 
A gentle smile came upon her face, her restless mind calmed by this new knowledge. Perhaps it should have frightened her, had the priestess's writings not suggested the righteousness of it, but with the soothing words softly guiding her, she was lovingly compelled to make the ultimate dedication to the Goddess's chosen.
 
She wanted to be eaten, to give her own flesh and essence to her nightsaber companion. Yes, soon enough she would be a part of her, something greater than her own elven self. Her whole life up until then had seemed to merely be to serve alongside them. Now, she finally understood that it was to serve one, to become part of one.
 
 
From then it took the best part of the year to secure a month's leave. Each battle against satyrs and other demons and corrupted wildlife left Allysia fearing she or her feline mount wouldn't survive to be able to commit the act. But together they fought, their bond growing so strong that words barely became necessary, and eventually the day came when the sentinel could finally head off for leave- where she could finally become one with her companion.
 
And so here she was, deep in the forests clinging naked to her nightsaber as it padded through the wilds. Despite the lack of danger, from either predators or legion, there were still very few people who traversed so deep into this region of woodland- there was nothing to be found here but serenity. With no clothes, no saddle, no-one around for miles, no-one to look for her for a month, she would
forever remain unfound... She never wanted to be remembered for letting herself be eaten- that was for fringe fetishists, and she did this for effectively religious reasons! All she wanted was to do was serve a greater purpose, with the only surviving memories being of a missing soldier and a ferociously powerful nightsaber defending the forests.
 
For a short while she worried whether anything was made of Priestess Stormsong's disappearence- what if somebody saw the priestess's works among her possessions? Would rumours- truthful rumours of her chosen demise bring shame upon her noble act? Eventually she reminded herself that she'd never heard anything more of the dissappearence, even when discussing the writings with her sisters in arms. Unless someone were to stumble across the duo in the act, something they'd likely have ample warning of, her good name was safe.
 
Secure in this knowledge, she brought her mount to a halt, to rest a moment while she prepared herself for what was to come. She wasn't afraid, to the contrary- excited! Yet it was still strange, that she was going to die willingly, that she was no longer an elf or a sentinel, but food, meat, and later muscle, sinew, shit.
 
Leaning back against the tree, she rested her companion's head on her chest, stroking the cat's neck, scratching its chin, behind its ears. Goddess she was beautiful... No, there could be no greater purpose in life than to serve such wondrous animals with ones very existence. She went to kiss her saber, as though a lover, recieving its loving lick back, before finally enlightening her about the purpose of their trip.
 
The next lick across her face didn't share the same soft affection. Her predator started purring more loudly, obviously delighted by her former mistress's flavour. She licked lower down, to Alyssia's chest, stomach, legs, elicting joyful squeals from her prey. Though the warrior woman still refused to accept it, the knot in her stomach and the feeling between her legs betrayed that there was more than a simply altruistic purpose to this union...
 
She kneeled before her saber's head, delighting in the warm wet tongue washing over her, tasting her, confirming her true station in life. Eventually the beast stopped, satisfied in the quality of her meat, nuzzling her head against the elf, for one last pre-meal embrace. "I taste good, don't I?" whispered the sentinel, fully submitting herself, giving herself to the narrative, of her being meat, existing only for another's pleasure, to be eaten. "Mmm, you want to eat me up now big girl, don't you? I'm nothing but your food now!" She gave her former pet one last kiss on the lips, rested her hands on her legs, and lowered her head. Finally, she was going to devote herself totally to the Goddess's chosen.
 
Now more than ever was she aware of the hot breath passing over her as the nightsaber stretched its mouth wide. She gasped as she felt its lips and teeth lightly come to rest on her forehead, before the jaws opened again, this time taking her below her sensitive ears. It was so gentle, so warm, her whole body lighting up as her head was gradually engulfed, her fantasies finally being realised. Soon her entire head was within the beast, her neck framed by teeth.
 
She felt her face, her neck tasted all over once again, a sense of satisfaction that she wasn't merely being devoured, but savoured. She kissed her predator's tongue, and shortly after a new feeling drifted over her. Whereas before the saber was getting her mouth around her meal, now she was starting to swallow it down...
 
The new sensation washing over Alyssia was more intense still- as warm and wet as before, but now it felt almost as though being sucked upon. Gradually, her head was brought to the back of the saber's mouth, and as her shoulders, then breasts entered the swallowing maw, her head started to enter the feline's throat. She never would see the stars again, but why would she want to? This was all she now wanted to do, to be, why would it matter?
 
Especially when, by now, her body had truly accepted the other reason behind her "sacrifice". The sharp teeth grazing erect nipples, followed by wet warmth enveloping, squeezing around her chest, the tongue swirling, tasting around her, combined with the rest of the sensation she felt- oh it was
So Good! She had forced herself to believe that she could never do such a thing, but as the fire building in her chest and between her thighs grew ever stronger, the knot in her stomach becoming achingly more that anticipation, no amount of willpower could have prevented a hand from sneaking down to between her legs, stroking needingly at her folds.
 
She let out a cry of anguish as the saber's tongue finished its exploration of her chest. How could it do this to her? She had barely begun! Even the soft swallowing sensation couldn't make up for the direct erogenous stimulation, forcing the huntress to slide a finger, then another inside her, just to give her passion the bare minimum of attention. Had she never felt the stimulus higher up she would have never have needed more than to feel the warm security of a gullet and mouth, but now she needed more, spoiled by her lover's ministrations. Her other fingers slid back, toying, ringing, then entering her rear, desperate for whatever stimulation she could bring upon her body. Her head was now on the verge of the beasts's stomach, of her assension, and now more than ever did her body crave the passions of the flesh.
 
And then she felt her hand displaced. It took a moment before she could accept that it was the feline tongue taking over from her self pleasuring- this was wrong surely, to have physical union with an animal? Sure, she'd enjoyed the lavishing at her breasts, but this was different, surely? And then she remembered Stormsong's words, her decree that those who truly love their saber should love it in all aspects. Is this what she meant? To love as one would their own Kaldorei lifemate? As she hissed lustily at the light pain as her rear slid inside the ravenous maw, teasing teeth gently gnawing her firm behind, careful to not blemish her pristine pale blue skin, the feline tongue slipping its way inside her only proved the priestess's words beyond all doubt. No, mutually enjoyed, knowingly entered pleasure could never be wrong...
 
She wondered how an outsider would have seen them, deft, athletic legs dangling from a perfect creature's mouth, writhing not in fear or escape, but in excitement, in desire to slip down even further, to become a meal. The mental image, the slick warmth over her upper body, her lover's oral affections, stretching her, slipping over her most sensitive spot at last give her the much desired climax she'd been waiting for. She wailed as her fluids flowed into her predator's mouth, her sweet tasting juices rewarding the love and affection of their combined services, and the last few minute's pleasure. The only finer taste than Alyssia's succelent meat was that of her sexual fluids, and she had given those up in abundance. She had never made love before, her fear for the morality of the love between elf and beast costing her months of intimacy. But now where mere minutes ago she would have been ashamed by her current self, there was nothing left to regret, only pleasure...
 
It was only in her afterglow that she realised just how comforting the nightsaber's throat was around her, tight, but not painfully so, only her crescendoing passions hiding the sensation from her. As she panted for breath, her body exhausted by the fury of her final release, she began to wonder how it was possible for the both of them to breathe, her inside a tight throat, her former pet with a meal filling it, before dismissing it as magical in origin. It really didn't matter now, now that she had only minutes of her being remaining.
 
After what felt like a lifetime, Alyssia's final descent began, as the former mount raised her head and began swallowing, one gulp after another, her own desires satisfied. The warrior woman almost fancied that the pause was for the saber's own climax, the two in perfect harmony, her body such a fine treat that it brought a climax to the one consuming the willing sentinel.
 
Inch after inch of athleticly sculpted pale blue kaldorei slipped lusciously inside the beast's maw, until Finally the great cat reached the huntress's feet. After a minute's lapping, sampling the final morsels of her dinner, she gave one final swallow, bringing the last of the Kaldorei inside her. Her former mistress had been a most excellent meal, predator and prey in the most sumptuous harmony that only total submission could provide. Oh how Alyssia was glad to have given herself as meat. No finer food could ever have been served without ever willingly serving itself, delighting in its own sacrifice as much as its diner. Savouring the feeling as the last of the warrior woman slid out of her throat, the former sentinel's lover rested. Now they looked to all the world as any other satiated nightsaber, no hints of the shared pleasure and sacrifice visible any longer...
 
Alyssia let out a long sigh as she watched her feet enter the stomach. She was surprised by how pleasant it was, both in capacity and how the smell was much less acrid than she had anticipated. But most of all she knew that the union was not complete, that the most important step was yet to come, when she would be transformed into nightsaber flesh. She remenisced on when she had first read Stormsong's writings, to when she first realised how she deserved to feed herself to the Goddess's own predator, to die for its sustenence and culinary enjoyment. Even the thought of becoming waste enthralled her now as much as becoming flesh- She barely felt worthy of having her body used as nutrients, her life only worth pleasure to the beast, only consumed for her fine tasting flesh and juices. And as she felt the tingling sleepiness drift over her, there was nothing more that mattered. No matter what her mistress did with her body, she had done all she could to serve. She knew that now she too was to be digested, then judged, absorbed and ejected, whatever her feline superior deemed her worthy of. And there was nothing more that she desired...
 
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It was midnight before the great saber awoke from its post meal slumber. Already she could feel a sense of empowerment, Alyssia's meat being added to her own flesh, parts of her soul mingling with her feline self. She felt the urge to hunt, to slay those who would defy Elune's will... And relive herself.
 
With no-one in sight or earshot, she padded to a flowering bush, digging a hole, then squatting over it. The remains of the sentinel were first pushed, then dropped out of her predator's rear, thick logs of the woman filling up the hole, a faint blue colouration hinting at who the beast was disposing. From the nearly 200 pounds of firm, toned muscle and bone that was the beautiful, devoted Alyssia, only 5 pounds were deemed unworthy of becoming part of the nightsaber...
 
She had been judged favourably.