Posted by tacaloking 12 years ago Report

can you please repost this

Posted by rugli 11 years ago Report

For those of you that don't borther with downlaod if I may ps im not the author:

How it happened, no one really knew. He wouldn't tell anyone what had happened during that voyage. All anyone knew was that the ship he had set sail on never reached port, and that he had been found holding a baby child in his arms a little over a year after he had been presumed dead.

When asked, the jackal sailor would look off into the ocean by which he had made his home next to, and remain silent, living past dreams. The child, his daughter he said, was a lovely little girl. Unlike her father, she was completely white, down to the last hair. But what caught one's attention about her was her eyes, her golden eyes.

They seemed unnatural, beautiful and horrible at the same time. But even the beauty of her eyes paled when compared to her singing. Men would stop, drawn to her when she sang out to the ocean, her voice travelling over to the waves, where it appeared the very sea was listening to her. Men loved her, women were wary.

There seemed something off about the child, she seemed unusually drawn to the water, and when asked why she spent so much time out there, she would smile and say, "Because I feel like I'm with Mother."

Some called that unnatural, given how she had never had a mother, or even a mother figure in all her life. But her father would merely smile and hug her, getting a far away look in his eyes again as the past took over him again.

The young girl grew into an outstanding lady. Elegant and graceful, she was the eyes of the area. She married another jackal, who came to live in the house by the sea. Her father died shortly after. In a strange display, the lady jackal laid her father's body out in a boat, and set it into the ocean. People stared in horror as the boat sped away, propelled by nothing. There was no current, no wind, and nothing to move the boat, but the funeral boat disappeared into the horizon none-the-less.

Then the people started talking. Who was her mother? Someone her father had met while he was supposed dead, but who? Whoever she was, she wasn't normal, that was for certain. The fear had begun.

The lady jackal, now pregnant, watched in sadness as people shied away from her. Her love left her, persuaded by others, and she was left alone in her home. She would be seen, singing out on a balcony overlooking the water, singing to the ocean that sang with her with it's gentle waves.

The lady gave birth to a girl, a pure white jackal she named Sahara. She was the splitting image of her mother, and shared the same loved of the water as her mother. The child was sweet and innocent, but lonely. Still no one would come and visit them. The child's singing was sad, filled with lonelyness, but beautifal and calling still.

Then, when she was six, tension broke. The mother, while shopping, was suddenly called a witch. There had been rumors that there had once been a sorcerer on her father's side, and it was decided she had inherited his evil powers. Tying the screaming mother to a stake, she was burned alive as another group left, left for the home by the sea. Where the young child sat, alone.

**

Sahara's head snapped up sharply, her ears twitching. She had thought she had heard something, she wasn't sure. Walking down the empty hall, she made her way to a window and looked out at the band of people standing by the front door. She watched curiously. They were all armed and carrying torches. The one in the front pounded on the door....so she HAD heard something.

She kept watching, not understanding. In all her time here, no one had ever come to visit, no one. Part of her wanted to run over and open the door, letting the strangers in, perhaps they would play with her. But another part of her held sway, not trusting them. They were here while Mother was gone, they must not be allowed in.

The decision was made for her. The man who had pounded on the door grabbed a torch, and placed the fire against the door. Sahara watched in horror as the fire, slowly at fire, caught on the door. As soon as he was sure the door was afire, he walked over, broke a window, and threw the torch inside.

Sahara shook her head, trembling. These were not nice men, she knew that now. Where was Mother? Mother would protect her.... But Mother never came.

More torches were thrown in and Sahara screamed in terror as smoke began creeping into the room she was in. Running, she left the room, went down the stairs, and made for the back door. Unlocking it, she flung it open and ran.

For the sea.

Her little heart pounded as she ran for the safety of the water. She didn't know why, but she felt safety in the direction of the water.

It reminded her of Mother.

Just as her foot sank into the gentle lapping salt water, she heard a yell behind her. Turning, she saw one of the men, a big horse, running after her. Screaming, she turned back to the ocean and ran into the water, then began swimming.

All too soon, she heard him splashing after her, then his hand grab her hair, dragging her back. She stared in horror at the horse, who was chest deep in water, as she smiled wickedly. She screamed and cried, begging for her Mother to come and save her, to make everything all right.

But Mother never came.....but neither did the assault she was sure was about to begin.

Scared, the little jackal girl opened one eye. The horse was staring at something just past her, his mouth hanging open. Several of the men she had seen outside Mother's house were standing at a distance, a scared expression on their faces.

Then she heard it.

A loud hiss came right behind her. She tried to look behind, but the horse was still holding her hair, keeping her from doing even that. But the thing that was hissing slid into her view, and she felt her own jaw slide open in horror.

There had always been tales of sea snakes, but she had never seen one, until now.

The snake's head was two feet long, and about one foot wide. The scales were simple in design, coming in splotches of green and blue. The snake's head slide right past the side of her head, jaws opened slightly as it let out that hissing sound. The horse stared at it, not daring to move.

Unfortunately for him, the snake did. With a lung, the jaws opened even wider as the snake went up then down, closing it's jaws around the startled horse's head. The horse let go of her and began clawing at the underscales of the enormous snake as the massive creature opened its jaws again, and slid more of the horse into its fleshy insides.

As she stayed there, swimming just enough to keep her head above water, she stared in horror, the muffled sounds of the horse's screamings reaching her ears. The snake lifted it's head out of the water, lifted the horse high in the air, and eased open it's jaws all so slightly.

With a jerk, the horse immediately began sliding down, disappearing behind those scaly lips as the large reptile consumed him. She couldn't tear her eyes from the sight. Part of her was horrified, the rest of her amazed.

She had always known about predator's, that she was one, though one too young to be a danger to others, if she ever would be. The area was very peacefuly, the predators and preys living side by side in a mutual relationship.

Her eyes widened as the horse suddenly was jerked down as the snake swallowed, pulling the horse's hips and hands in between the jaws, and into the fleshy insides. The snake swallowed several more times, more and more of the horse sliding within it ever time. A large bulge had formed in its neck, and it was growing and heading down into the water now.

With every swallow, the horse disappeared farther, until after only a couple of minutes of eternity, the snake closed its jaws around the still thrashing hooves, and swallowed. Sahara stared as the squirming, struggling bulge disappeared down beneath the waters surface, and away from view.

Then the snake turned its head and looked at her, really LOOKED at her. Not like a mindless animal, but as another intelligent being. She stared at it, not understanding....until she saw it look past her.

Turning, she came face to face with another snake, at least the same size as the other. She stared at it as the ocean waves carried her up, and down, the sounds gentle against her ears, drowning out the sounds of her burning home behind her....drowning out everything....

It was the sounds of the ocean.....it was singing.... She could hear singing, someone out there was singing something, she couldn't quite make it out, but it was relaxing her.....taking over her. She felt the coils of the snake sliding under her, moving up until she was sitting on one of the large coil. The coil continued rising until she was brought up out of the water.

A yawn broke across her face. Suddenly, she was feeling tired, and more so by the second. She stared at the snake as it nosed her, like a dog. Yawning again, she closed her eyes and slumped forward. She landed on something partly warm and wet. As she opened her eyes again, she found herself looking at the insides of the second snake's mouth as it carefully worked it's jaws over her entire body.

Not understanding, and overcome by the strange sense of exhaustion, she closed her eyes and fell into sleep even as the jaws closed around her and the snake sent her down it's throat with a single swallow.

Both snakes then, in unison, turned and looked at the group of would-be hunters that continued staring at them. With a hiss, they turned and swam into the ocean as the small jackal settled into the snakes stomach.

**

Sahara finally opened her eyes, and wasn't sure if she had even done that. It was dark, impossibly dark, and wet. There was something surrounding her, something slimy. Blinking, she slid her small hand again the strange substance, not understanding what was going on, or where she was.

It felt like she was moving. There was a vague feeling of motion, a side to side motion....and she could hear water. Lots of water. Her breath getting shaky as fear began kicking in, she pushed as the slimy thing surrounding her, trying to get rid of it. Trying to get it away from her.

It wasn't any good, the stuff wouldn't give very far. Curling up, she shivered. It wasn't very warm, where ever she was. There was air, but no light, and the only sounds was that of water.....the ocean.....

All at once, the memories of the horse and the two snakes came back to her. She lay there, as if frozen. Then, raising one hand again, she laid a finger carefully against one of the walls, and pushes lightly....she was in the stomach of a snake.

She had been eaten alive.....and whole.

Feeling tears welling up, she began crying. All she wanted was Mother, and she wouldn't come. Sobbing, she settled into despair, deep within the insides of the swimming snake.

Hours passed, or so she guessed. She had no way of keeping time. She didn't even know why she was still alive. She knew she certainly shouldn't have been.

Then strangely enough, everything stopped. She could still hear the ocean, but she didn't feel like she was moving. Looking around in the darkness of the snake, she wondered what was going on. Then she got her answer.

The stomach clenched around her, holding her tightly, then she was being pushed up as the snake regurgitated her. Already covered completely in slime, she slid through the snake easily and with a plop, she landed as a slimy bundle of fur, cloth, and stomachy insides.

She closed her eyes at the sudden brightness, whimpering softly. Slowly, she opened her eyes, waiting for them to clear.

When she did, all she could do was stare at the human lady that looked back down at her. The lady had cerulean hair, and golden eyes. Her skin was an ivory white. All in all, she was gorgeous.

Sahara simply sat there, not understanding, when the woman nodded, "So, you're her. I can certainly see it."

Not sure if she should speak, Sahara asked quietly, "I'm....who?"

The lady smiled sardonically, "My granddaughter, of course. I'm sorry for what happened, but I wasn't about to let those.....MEN...take you," she gave an angry snort,"Most men are incomprehensible bastards."

Sahara didn't say anything, she really couldn't. It was just so strange.

"Well, can't you say anything? I know you can talk."

Swallowing, Sahara felt the tears building. Immediately, the lady's features softened as she knelt down and took the trembling child into her arms, ignoring her slimy condition, "There, there. It's ok. I know....I know. I lost someone close to me too."

Sahara choked on a sob, then the dam broke and she wept in her Grandmother's shoulder as she was rocked back and forth, the lady cooing gently.

Finally, after another eternity, Sahara looked at her, "Who are you?"

The lady smiled, "I'm a siren of the ocean, I don't have a name."

"How did you know I was in trouble?"

The siren chuckled, "It's in your very voice. I can hear you anywhere near the ocean. And I could hear you were in trouble, so I sent my friends to bring you back to me. I'm afraid," she looked away, grief flashing in her eyes,: "that I couldn't save your Mom....my daughter..."

Sahara looked down, then hugged her Grandmother tightly, and the both cried.

**

It has been years since then. Sahara has grown and learned how to harness the powers of her voice, and the powers she had gotten from her grandfather, the powers of sorcery. She lived with her Grandmother, the siren, for all those years.

They lived on the siren's island, singing into the ocean, siren and jackal, connected by blood. Sahara grew into a beautiful young lady in the time she stayed there. She would have remained there, except fate once again caught up with her, Sahara the Jackal, as she was called by her grandmother.

Fate, as it was, was a man. A man that would change Sahara's view on the world forever. When she woke that morning, she heard her grandmother singing. Walking out of the hut she stayed in, she approached the siren.

There was a ship on the horizon. Sahara, having wanted to see others for years now, was able to persuade the siren to release them from her spell. The boat came to the island, and Sahara greeted them, her grandmother remaining hidden from the mortals.

One of the men, Jate, was a strong handsome man, who Sahara felt herself irresistably attracted to. He was, of course, the first man she had seen in over a decade. To the displeasure of her grandmother, she tried to seduce Jate, but he would not be swayed from the family he had back home.

In a fit of anger, Sahara began singing, seeking to seduce him that way.....

**

Sahara glared at the human male, anger lining every inch of her body. Taking a deep breath, she began singing, commanding her powers. She would have this. His family wouldn't ever have to know, she certainly wouldn't be going off this island to tell them. She wanted a child, and she would have a child.

Her voice began gaining power, and she started to lose herself in the melody when Jate, out of panic of his responding body, grabbed his dagger from his belt, and thrust it into Sahara midsection.

She staggered back, her singing ending abruptly in a choking noise as she stared at the weapon protruding from her stomach. Her vision bleared as tears, brought by the sudden pain, filled her eyes. Gulping, she fell back against a wall, and slid down to the floor, her hands clenched around the hilt.

A shrieking sound made her look at the doorway. It was Grandma. She opened her mouth, but only a trickle of blood slid from her opened jaws. Her grandmother looked at her horrified, then turned her gaze to Jate, was grabbing for his sword.

The siren screamed again, but the scream didn't hold any power. She was siren, whose power lied in a song, not in screaming. The siren lifted one hand, a ball of liquid light appearing above it, and threw it at Jate, who slashed at it with his sword.

With a hum, the sword absorbed the magical attack. Both grandmother and granddaughter stared in surprise. Then Jate lunged, swinging his sword, and slicing through the siren's neck.

Sahara tried to scream, but her voice failed her as she felt a tightness in her chest, the pain of her heart numbing the pian in her stomach.

Jate looked at her, at the fallen siren, then left.

Sahara could hear him calling his men, telling them to get back to the ship, that they were setting sail. Crying, Sahara pulled herself towards the body of her grandmother. Weeping, she took the lifeless hand and closed her eyes, waiting for her own end to come.
It never occured to her that if she pulled the blade out, she may have died faster, but she didn't. She lie there for the next several hours, as darkness fell. She hadn't moved once in all that time, caught up in misery and sadness.....until a glow appeared in the doorway.

She glanced at the female humanoid. Though human in appearance, it was obvious this creature wasn't human at all. The creature held one hand tightly to her waist as she looked around, then down at Sahara, and the Sisters of the Voice met for the first time.

**



Jate eyes snapped opened as the horn blew, sounding the alarm. Rolling off his bed, his hand quickly grabbed the sword that always remained by him. Taking it, and buckling around his waist, he quickly ran outside.

It wasn't even light yet, the full moon shining down it's gentle light onto the ground. People were running out around him, looking around like he was, trying to understand what was going on. Behind him, he could hear his wife coming out behind him. Looking at the love of his life, he held her close, glancing at their son, sitting up sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

He stared into his wife's eyes, nodded, then left her, heading towards the stairs to the walls of the fort. He had just returned here from a tangle with a siren, and had been looking forward to having to relaxation. But it seemed life had other plans for him.

As he took the steps two at a time, he was greatful that he hadn't gotten over to going to sleep without his clothes on. While he wasn't armored, he was still dressed. It was just as he reached the last step when the attack commenced.

A horrible, loud screaming eveloped the whole encampment. Falling to his knees, trying desperately to block out the sound by covering his ears, he screamed in pain as the sound seemed to pierce right through him. Unwanted, memories of the last time he'd felt this kind of pain came to him.

It was when he had gone against a banshee, a wretched creature thats greatest power was its scream. He had the 'joy' of meeting a particularly nasty one. She had nearly done Jate in, but luck had been with him at that time, allowing him to severily wound her and escape.

The screams ripped right through him, despite his efforts to drown it out. Opening one of his eyes, he looked across the fort to see others on the ground as well, trying desperately to stop the pain. Then he closed his eyes again as the pain intensified.

After an eternity, the screaming finally stopped. Carefully, Jate slowly moved his hands away from his ears and stood uncertainly to his feet. That was one of the weaknesses of most banshee, usually the most they could do was simply hurt you, but they liked to dwell in areas that when you fell in pain from their voices, you usually fell down a pit or something of the like.

But as Jate looked across the fort again, he stared at the horror that met his eyes.

Everyone was lying on the ground, lifeless.

But....it was impossible. How could one banshee scream kill all them?! It took an extremely powerful banshee just to kill ONE person with a scream, but to kill a whole....fort...full....

His eyes widened as the images of his wife and son came to him. Not even bothering to look for the banshee, he ran back down the stairs, jumping the last bunch of them as he scrambled towards his home. Did they survive? Surely they had....they were indoors, surely that would offer them some protection....wouldn't it?

As he reached his home, he grabbed for the door, but the second he touched it the door exploded, throwing him back. Blinking stupidly for several seconds, he picked himself up, staring at the doorway.

Since when had exploding doors been part of a banshee's arsenal?

Walking forward, ignoring a new pain in his leg, he entered the house and froze at the figure waiting for him. It wasn't a banshee.

"Y....you! But, I killed you. I know I did," Jate stammered, staring at the sorceress.

The female jackal, who was sitting at his table, looked at him amusingly. He didn't even noticed the new black designs decorating her hair and fur. With a smile dripping with innocence, she spoke is a honey coated tone, "Oh, love. I didn't notice you. How have you been? I've been....talking with you family." She grinned, showing off her formidable, ivory teeth.

Jate's blood ran cold, "What have you done with them?"

"Not even a how are you? My, you've gotten so rude. You certainly were more....FUN," she winked seductively at the human, who blushed a brilliant shade of red, "the last time we met....until you gutted me, that is."

"I did that because you tried to coerce me into having sex with you!!" Jate cried indignantly.

The jackal nodded slowly, "Yes. I keep forgetting that part, don't I? But you really should have told me you were married."

"I DID THAT TOO!"

"Oh yeah, I keep forgetting that part, don't I?"

Jate glared at her, "Where...is my family?!"

The jackal looked up innocently at him, "I....keep forgetting that part?"

Jate reached for his sword, only to have someone grab his arm. Staring, he followed the hand holding him up it's arm, then to it's owner....his wife. Her eyes had gone completely blank, like an empty puppet. "D...darling?"

His love didn't say anything, didn't even acknowledge him. Staring at her, he slowly turned his gaze over to the sorceress, "What have you done with her? WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

The jackal smiled innocently, "I keep forgetting that-"

"SHUT UP AND RETURN HER TO NORMAL YOU BITCH!"

The jackal snapped her mouth shut, looking like she had just been slapped. Her face contorted into one of rage and anger, "I will not allow mere vermin such as yourself to talk to me in such a manner!"

She raised a hand and he felt himself rising up into the air. Whipping her hand behind her, he flew past her and slammed against a wall. With a hate filled hiss, she waved her hands at the table, then flung it against him, pinning him up against the wall. With more motionings, several other objects flung themselves infront of the table, effectively trapping him where he stood.

"Damn it, let me go, Sahara!"
The jackal walked forward slowly, a nasty smiled spread across her lips, "It's Sahara the Jackal to you, and aren't you wondering what's going on? Or is your brain so feeble, that it's unable to even think right? To think, I was defeated by such a moronic simpleton as yourself." The jackal spat in his face. "Although, I suppose I should thank you. After all if you hadn't done what you had, I wouldn't have met your old friend the banshee."

Jate blinked, "What...what are you talking about?" Then he blinked. How COULD he have all ready forgotten about the banshee? He had just been attacked mere minutes ago.

The jackal sighed, "Moron. Look, after you nearly killed the banshee, she followed you, intent on taking you with her. She never caught up with you. Instead, she ran into me where I lay dying as you had left me. The two of us became one, simply so we could extract our revenge on you. We, together, are invincible. So much more powerful than either of us had been alone. I'm am now, the most powerful thing in the world."

Jate struggled against the blockade holding him, but it was to no avail, he was completely stuck, "If you want to kill me, then go ahead, but leave my wife and child out of this!"

Sahara chuckled, "Well, we can't leave your wife out of this, she's part of our revenge. As for your son....let's just leave it at....It's....Too....Late...."

Jate stared as he felt his legs grow wobbly at her words. "YOU LIE!" he sobbed, "you lie.....you have to be....."

The jackal smiled, "You'll never know, I guess. But I think it's time for me to show you what else happened to me, besides having both my old powers, and the powers of a banshee. My body has changed as well. So much more. So much more...." She smiled seductively as she walked over to Jate's wife.

Snapping her fingers, the woman blinked and looked at the jackal confused. She didn't even get the chance to say anything. Quick as lightning, the jackal grabbed the human by her shoulders, then pulled her towards herself and planted a big kiss on the woman's lips. The woman stared, not quite understanding what was happening.

Jate simply shook his head, "No, don't do it Sahara. Leave her alone!"

Sahara glanced back at him without breaking her kiss, and slowly winked at him. She broke her kiss, grabbed the back of Jate's wife's head, and opened her jaws widely.

The woman screamed as the large jackal calmly shoved the smaller woman's head into her maw. Her face slid right past the sharp teeth until it was resting flat on the jackal's wet tongue. She tried to scream, her voice being somewhat muffled as she struggled to get away from the monster.

Sahara simply smiled, and pulled, forcing the woman's head into the grip of her gullet. Jate screamed as he watched the jackal's neck fur swelled out with his loves head beneath it. Sahara continued to push down with her head, the jaws open and sliding more of his wife between them.

Sahara worked slowly, pulling more and more of the woman in her. She had all the time in the world, after all. She twisted and jerk, prying the lady's shoulders into the confines of her maw, then into that of her throat. She could feel her prey's head sliding beneath her chest now, stretching that out as well.

It was a glorious feeling, all in all. Her tongue slid over the breasts now, pushing against the giving flesh, tasting her. Her meal squirmed at the attention, but was unable to stop the Jackal. With a wicked gleam, she pressed her tongue against the woman's nipple, earning her a surprised jerk.

But she swallowed. With the shoulders in her gullet, the strong muscle had all it needed to pull the woman to her doom. The woman's chest slid into her throat, allowing Sahara to continue her feast, taking her fill.
Jate screamed at her, begged her to stop, ordered her to stop, and cursed her with every curse he knew. But it was to no avail, the jackal continued her feast on his wife, his love. And he was unable to stop it, trapped beneath the table.

Sahara continued her feast, pulling more and more of the woman into her body. Swallow long and hard, as she pulled the woman's hips into her maw, she felt her prey's head slide into her stomach. Smiling, she motioned with her hands, and the legs of the woman began to rise into the air as Sahara tilted her head back.

Held by the power of the sorceress's magic, the woman wasn't able to move her legs as she continued sliding down, filling out Sahara's midsection, which bore the scar of where Jate's knife had pierced the jackal so long agao.

Sahara calmly made slurping noises as the hips, then the legs began sliding down her throat. More and more, the bulge in her stomach was becoming noticable. Swallowing, she pulled more of the woman into her, preying on the female.

Finally, much to the pain of Jate, her teeth slid shut, locking the woman inside her body. Carefully, Sahara turned, looked at Jate, and swallowed.....hard.

He watches the form of her wife leave Sahara's throat, chest, and completely enter the jackal's stomach. He watched in horror as the form of his wife squirmed and struggled beneath the fur and flesh.

Sahara let out a pleased hiss at it all, one hand sliding across the woman-made-bulge, ignoring the muffled screaming taking place within her. Smacking her lips, she leaned towards Jate, "I can see why you like her. Very delicious."

Jate simply sobbed

"But I still want more," Sahara spoke softly. Jate watched in horror as the squirming bulge gave a sudden jerk, then began thrashing wildly as Sahara held onto her midsection, hissing in pleasure. Slowly, then faster, the bulge began becoming less formed, smaller.

Jate watched, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of his wife being digested at an accelerated pace. In the span of two minutes, his wive was gone, completely absorbed.

Sahara sighed softly, standing straight once more, her stomach back to its normal shape, "That was good. Though now it's your turn, lover."

She looked at him, then motioned with hand. The objects holding the table down, then the table itself, slid away from Jate, freeing him. But when he tried to move to rush her, he found he couldn't move. Not even his fingers.

Sahara looked smugly at him, "I said I was the most powerful sorceress alive now, did you think I was lying?" She chuckled as Jate found his body movig towards her, "I can assure you, I wasn't. Now, what shall I do with you, my little slave?" She licked her lips, her long wet tongue sliding over her sharp ivroy teeth.

He tried desperately to stop his body, to yell and curse at her, but he couldn't do anything. His body was no longer his own, held within the spell of the jackal. He was a prisoner inside his own body.

Sahara watched him closely, her eyes half shut as his bdy walked towards her, "You escaped us once, but now, you're mine."

Jate didn't even get the chance to try and understand the wierd irregularity of words before his arm raised, his hand sliding across Sahara's face. She closed her eyes as his other hand rose and slid across her lips, pushing and teasing her jaws open.

It was a terrifying feeling, having his own hand, his own fingers sliding across those sharp teeth, where his wife had past through just minutes before. His fingers slid past her large canines and pressed against her tongue.

He wanted to cringe as he felt it. The tongue was still slimy from the jackal's earlier meal. His hand pushed past her teeth and began sliding across her tongue, massaging it. Inside, he wanted to vomit, but his body wouldn't even react to that wish, instead moving his other hand to the insides of her mouth.

Gently, his hands brushed the insides of her mouth, sliding farther and farther back all the time. Jate desperately tried to get his body to respond, to stop what it was doing. But his body wasn't his, not anymore.

Pushing with one hand first, then the other, his body slid his hands into the folds of her throat, the hot, slimy muscle stretching to take his limbs. His hands were forced together as his body pushed gently, sliding his elbows into her maw and making her moan softly. She reached up and gently held his shoulders as his body bent forward, moving his head towards her opened jaws.

He wanted to cry as her lower jaw filled his vision, her tongue pressing against his face, covering it with saliva. And still his body wouldn't stop. It kept pushing him down, farther and farther into Sahara's maw, and down her throat. His hands were somewhere deep within her now and his head was being squeezed into the confines of her throat.

The hot, slimy muscle slid over the top of his head, then over his face as his body pushed him. Right after his head, his shoulders slid down as well, leaving his chest resting between her jaws. Her tongue continued to slide over him, wetting his body down and coating it with slime, making him all that much easier to consume...like she needed that extra bit of help. His own body was throwing itself into her.

Her throat gripped him tightly, gently pulling him deeper. His hands were soon squeezed into a larger spot, the beginning of his end. Again, he tried desperately to scream, to struggle and pull himself out of her, but his body only pushed itself farther into its doom.

It was getting hard to breath, the throat muscle not stretching very much around him anymore. Instead it was gripping him tightly now, pulling harder and harder as Saraha swallowed him, bringing him closer to her stomach.

His stomach slid past her jaws and he felt his head reach the opening to her stomach. The ring squeezed tightly around his face as he slid past it, entering her midsection. Horrified, he felt his body being risen into the air as his wife's had. He felt his entire body being forced upside down.

There wasn't anything left he could do, even if he had control of his body. He was a goner. He felt the throat ripple around his body, pulling more and more of him into the slimy hot embrace of the jackal's belly. His thighs slid down, then his knees were taken in. And still, Sahara wouldn't let him have his body back, still he was a captive within his body within her own.

Her felt her jaws finally close around his feet, the tongue sliding across them as she took in the tastes of the last of him. Then with a final gulp, his feet were thrown down to join the rest of him, curling up within her. And still he wasn't entitled to have his body back.

Feeling like he could scream, he tried to move his body, to thrash, to move his hand, his finger even. But he couldn't do a thing. He simply lay there, slimy walls hugging him tightly. Even now, she held him.

**

Sahara burped softly, looking down at her bulged midsection. Carefully, she sat down in a chair, running her hands over the form within. She and the banshee had fused together to extract their revenge. It was decided this was the best way. She'd keep hold over Jate's body until he died. He wouldn't be allowed to move, to struggle. He would die, within her body, with nothing left to live for, and with no control over his life.

Her head turned, looking into the other room where the human child slept peacefully. She had been able to convince Jate she had killed the child, but she hadn't even touched him. A little magic to make sure he didn't awake while she dealt with his parents, and that was that.

She wouldn't ever harm a child, something she always wanted. That was why she had tried seducing Jate in the first place, after all. He wouldn't help her, so now she'd take his own child and raise him. Smiling at her new child, she sat there resting, feeling her body feeding off Jate's fear within her. She used a great deal of power this day, all the power she had been storing up. Now with two lives and bodies, she would be able to keep herself together.

She had to keep eating others, her body was imperfect. Her fusion with the banshee and the increase of her magical powers caused it to burn off energy at an alarming rate. She needed to feast on fresh meat and feelings, strong feelings and emotions, or else she'd die.

But not today. She wouldn't die today. She was safe. And she'd had their revenge. Smiling to herself, still rubbing her swollen stomach, she sighed softly. She'd died twice already. Once as that little girl, then again as the young lady on the island. Two lives she'd already lived.

Now came a new life. That of Sahara the Jackal, the banshee siren.