"Nnnf, Hnnng-- Ahhhhh~" the sergal slumps over his lover's back, releasing his throat from his salivating jaws. Simultaneously, he lets loose a hot, milky torrent of sergal-cum, splurting up through the other's thoroughly ravaged rear. The steaming load dribbles out from around Croft's deeply-buried cock, a thick splash of fluid seeping out as he pulls loose, leaving the subordinate sergal to whimper with desperate arousal. "Don't worry, you'll get yours soon," he gives a sly grin, gripping the weak southern by the shoulders and spinning him around to lay flat on the wrinkled bedding. Saliva drips from his jaws, spattering down on the pinned beast's muzzle, who winces with distaste between his passionate, lust-filled gaze.
 
"Mmm, that mouth of yours looks nicely slicked up for some pleasing," the naive, lesser sergal assumes, his own cock aching to be toyed with, that confident, toothy smirk looking so inviting. Of course, Croft already had his taste on his tongue, his heavy salivating meant not to please this cum-dribbling thing beneath him, but to please himself by sending the pitiful lover down his steaming gob.
 
"Of course," Croft snickers, "You won't be left wanting when I'm through~" He brings his jaws close to the other's face. the faint scent of drool drowned out by the overbearing stink of his breath as his jaws part for a thorough slurp, matting the other's lightly toned fur with thick globs of saliva. The other closed his eyes and tried to enjoy the heavy licking, enduring the horrid scent and trying not to judge. Their predatory diet was prone to having a certain... less than pleasant breath as a result. He simply waited for those jaws to work their way deeper, halfheartedly humping against Croft's belly as he sits pinned.
 
The predatory sergal can savor the brief taste no longer, making his move on the horny subordinate. His jaws open wide, nearly 90-degrees of smelly saliva and terrifying teeth working to engulf the oblivious prey before he can resist. In an instant, he's enveloped down to his neck in Croft's foul jaws, any attempt to struggle met with razor-sharp fangs on either side of his throat. "W-What's-- the hell?" the southern sergal raises his paws to try and shove Croft away. That failing miserably, he tries to drag himself free with his footpaws, curling around the bedpost and tugging. Croft huffs a lungful of reeking air over the struggling meal's snout, uncurling his foot and seizing his paws in his own, gently yet forcibly inserting them into his jaws and slide into his pulsating gullet alongside the southern's saliva-drenched face.
 
The tightness of Croft's throat makes it impossible to speak, lungs desperately drawing in what little air wafted up from below. Croft wondered what gave the sergal the idea he was a tender lover, this routine rather the norm for him. Most of his mates were at least paranoid enough to suspect where they'd be headed once he forced himself on them. The idea that one of his own could be so naive and preyish simply confused Croft, at least for a brief moment, his attention turning back to hastily gobbling the thin-framed beast and sending him where he belongs. The helpless sergal can only run through the horrified thoughts in his head, subjected to the grossness of this seasoned-predator's digestive tract as he was systematically slathered up and swallowed down, Croft pausing only briefly around his groin to tease him a little more. Nothing like rubbing in his victory with a little forced arousal, his skillful tongue renewing the sergal's erection that he'd lost in sheer terror, causing him to fidget and squirm with what little energy he had left.
 
But soon, even that was at an end, the swallowed-sergal having barely the strength to squirm as his snout poked through the crushingly tight sphincter and entered his lover's stomach. The rank odor of digestion was its strongest here, the acids causing him to gag and cough on their acrid, choking fumes. Croft showed no mercy, his little bout of teasing at its end, relentlessly stuffing the other's legs into his maw, scraping his paws against his teeth as has jaws closed around his mate for good. He wouldn't see the light of day again until he piled out in the bushes the next day, or if Croft was feeling particularly civilized, in the toilet.
 
"Ahh... nothing like fucking to build up an appetite," Croft chuckles, letting out a crude belch as he settles back in bed, admiring the bulge in his gut. His meal gives a few oxygen deprived wiggles, gasping and cringing in disgust as the tightness forces his muzzle beneath the churning slime. His fur would sear away quickly, Croft's acids particularly trained to rip apart meals like him.
 
"Ghkk, plrll--" the sergal kicks, struggling to drag his face from the clinging sludge, trying to express his disdain for Croft's deceitful cruelty, his gurgled words merely causing the predatory sergal to smirk and force up another little burp. He'd sit back and watch for a time, the struggles of his meal slowly subsiding, the stuffed predator growing bored of his triumph and passing into a comfy nap soonafter.
 
The southern sergal never stood a chance, the compacting gut quickly crushing the life from his body, folding and grinding him into a meaty sludge. Even his bones don't last long in Croft's destructive gut, the entire living-creature rendered down to a thick slush within the hour, sucking down into his bowels shortly after. Croft stirs in his sleep, annoyed by the constant glorping of the depths of digestion, hoping his prey would just hurry up and fill his bowels already...
 
It's only a few hours later that he does, Croft waking to an unfamiliar bed and all too familiar strain in his tailhole. He grumbles something about his prey being an impatient pest, crawling from bed to find his digested prey's bathroom. It was only fitting he be returned there after all, the sergal finding the modest toilet in the dingy room, staring down with a smirk. Poor thing didn't stand a chance.
 
He seats his slender rump on the uncomfortable seat, shimmying back and nestling in for a pleasant dump as he raises his tail, huffing and squeezing. A warm, creamy log presses from his tight hole, oozing out in a long, thick turd, slowly descending on the cool water, ready to befoul it with a heavy splash. Croft breathes a sigh at the first of the endeavor, fanning away the faint scent that wafted up, his tail providing some ultimately futile ventilation. Not that he minded the imminent stench, of course, eagerly pressing out another few clumps of sergal scat, taking pleasure in the heavy thuds as the pile rose over the water. Bits of fur miraculously survived the swift digestion, adding a gruesome little hint of what had transpired here, if anyone ever came looking for the missing meal.
 
Croft scarcely cared, expecting he'd defile another bathroom or two and forget about this meal within the week, carelessly plopping out the rest of his reeking remains, feeling the warmth rise from the pile as he breathes a relieved sigh, his tailhole vaguely sore from its efforts. It served him right for how badly he'd pounded his lover's hours before, he supposed, standing from the toilet with a smirk and pissing contemptuously on the stinking mound, watching it run and sog apart as he made his own little musky pool around the towering pile. He makes no remark his prey's sacrifice, simply letting his stream slow to a dribble before trotting off. Life was eat or be eaten, and that pitiful little sergal barely looked fit to eat a mouse. He'd gotten what he deserved~