Perhaps she wasn't paying attention, perhaps her footing slipped. To many perhaps, the outcome for what ever reason, was that she slid of the steep mountain path and into a ravine where she tumbled and fell. Frantically she caught at rocks, anything she could to save herself. When she came to a stop she was in pain and unable to stand. Her legs were broken in several places.
The mountains of Shem can be beautiful, they can also be unforgiving. Even the fleetest mountain goat may make a mistake that costs it's life. Ceceilia realized she might have just lost hers.
She reached into one of her pockets for her transend device. Pulling it out she noticed the light was dead. That meant not only would she not be able to call for help, no signal would alert authorities to her location, or fading life signs.
"I'm going to die." The realization flooded her. She was down in the ravine, she couldn't walk, couldn't communicate for help and satellite tracking systems would no longer show her position.
They say there are five stages to accepting death. There is denial- she started to laugh. She tried to deny the reality of the situation. She was only twenty five, healthy, this couldn't be happening.
Anger - she couldn't accept this. As the pale blue sun began to set, she railed at the fates that caused her to end up in the ravine helpless and alone.
Bargaining - She prayed to the God of her childhood. She swore oaths to nameless beings. She offered so much if whatever powers that be would but let her live. Let her continue life so sweet. Let her find love, have children. She swore she'd take a nice safe office job dammit!
As the blue sun set, and color cascaded across the sky, the fourth stage came - depression. She found tears spilling from her eyes, down her checks as sobs escaped her lips. She mourned all that might have been. The oil gems she had found would stay with her body. Maybe one day her skeleton would be found and the finder would keep the gems as their reward. With sorrow, she knew she would never see her friends or parents again.
Finally there is Acceptance. Ceceila found calm acceptance. She tried to relax while the blue sun set and the two pale moons began to make their journey across the night sky. She tried to ignore the pain. To take in every bit of life she had left, saying goodbye as she did so. It's not a bad place to die, she thought. If only the pain were a little less. The mountains were breathtakingly beautiful.
She smelled the sweet scent of flowers, heard animals of the night rise and daylight animals ready themselves for sleep. She heard the crunch of what sounded like a large animal. Briefly she hoped she might find rescue. Then she smiled with irony. She had been bleeding steadily for some time. Even if a rescuer came, she was probably a goner.
She turned to look at what was making the noise. In the light of the two pale full moons, what looked like a giant toad came towards her. If a toad could be made eight feet tall, learn to walk on two feet and it's front legs become arms...then that is what this toad would resemble. A toad evolved toward greater intelligence, with big eyes, and a huge mouth.
Albest had heard that humans nearing death were the best prey. "They give off a special scent," his friends had told him. "They are so grateful when you rid them of pain and make them happy," they said. But the females of the species, they had told him, ah the human females are the food of the Gods themselves. Find one nearing death, make her a willing food stuff and oh the sensations, the incredible flavors. Digest them alive, especially use your internal tubes they recommended.
Albest had heard the humans had a few settlements nearby, a city, some farmsteads. What would the odds be of meeting a human female in these mountains? What would the odds be of coming across a dying one? His people did not want war with the humans. If they found one dying, surely the kith and kin of said woman would not want her to suffer? Besides, what use had the dead for a decaying corpse? He had dreamed of coming upon a human female nearing death...and the Gods had steered him to one.
He smelled a sweet rich smell like nothing he had ever encountered. It was so much finer then swamp rats, or other creatures his kind favored as prey. His clawed feet gripped the sides of the mountain as he went down a crevice to explore. His eyes found the humans heat signature. The human was still alive, but weakening. The smell made his stomach grumble, his mouth water and intoxicated his mind with rich imagery.
There, lying with bloodied legs, nearing death was a human female. Her hair was curly, earth colored skin, large brown eyes that showed acceptance of her coming death. Acceptance, but pain. Joyfully he decided to help her die without pain, and see just how good these human females really were.
It came toward her as she tried to talk to it. She found she was now to weak to try to raise her head. It picked her up with it's clawed blue green hands. For some reason she could not fathom, started to undress her. Light headed, and not certain this was even happening, she thought it was poking her, almost the way one might prod produce.
Albest removed the females outer garments. Humans always wore these things. Perhaps as a way to signal stature in their communities? There seemed to be writing on a bit of metal on her hand. A item of status? It said Ceceila, the creatures name it seemed. He prodded and poked gently the female. Soft, so soft and with no great quantities of fur or scales. The smell of her skin was intoxicating.
She moaned in pain, and he was reminded of her weakened state. If she was to digest alive within him, he had better start to administer the preservatives. His people had over eons evolved natural secretions that preserved food, kept food lively for a time, and made the food cooperative. Struggling prey could be harmful. Even so, it was best to go after those food stuffs already dying or severely weakened or injured. He caused the glands of his body to secret the substance needed, rubbing it all over her body. He felt the creature relax, the pain fading.
From it's clawed hands it excreted a sweet smelling substance which it began to rub all over her body. As the substance met her body, she felt it penetrate the pores of her skin with an invigorating, tantalizing sensation. The pain began to fade through out her body and she felt so good. Euphoria replaced acceptance and irony.
It walked with her over to a boulder and sat down. Holding her facing it, she thanked the toad creature for it's kindness. She also found herself wanting to say how nice she now felt and wanted to reach out and stroke the toad.
The toad held her high over it's head and opened wide it's huge mouth. Looking down she could see a large mouth with soft tissue and a very large long tongue. It maneuvered her feet into it's mouth as she started to giggle. It was so funny. It was going to eat her. It was going to swallow her alive.
That's why it had taken her pain away and made her feel euphoric. She wouldn't struggle this way, would even be a cooperative meal. A Happy Meal...and she laughed at the thought. "I'm a happy meal now." She could feel her toes enter the warm mouth. She felt it's tongue slid over her toes and feet, tasting her. It tickled and she shuddered with erotic desire. Perhaps the stuff it had put on her did more then stop pain and make it's prey feel happily cooperative.
It closed it's mouth for a while and started to suck on her feet. she wriggled her toes in it's mouth. It's pupils went wide with pleasure. Perhaps she was more then food. Perhaps her body had a drug like effect on the creature. It started to suck more and lower her down, sucking her now down into it's mouth.
He went over to a boulder and sat down to leisurely enjoy this fine banquet. Raising her above his head he could see she seemed to want to communicate. He knew what she wanted to say. Thank you! She was no longer in pain, she felt happy and cooperative, now she was ready to become a midnight snack.
He lowered her feet into his mouth and a burst of flavors he had never before experienced, flooded his senses. His eyes widened in pleasure as the sensations moved through his mind and body. What he had heard of humans, especially human females was true. He found himself closing his mouth and sucking on her feet. Her toes wriggled in his mouth, tickling his tongue. "Yessss, just enjoy yourself human female, your so delicious."
Her legs were now all the way in the mouth up to her knees. It's tongue came out slurping between her legs. She moaned in ecstasy as it's tongue licked at her labia and clitoris. The tongue probed deeper into her vagina, in and out, in and out as she moaned in greater heights of pleasure. It seemed to suck up her vaginal juices greedily.
He sucked her legs into his mouth, sucking on the calves as she moaned in pleasure. Her legs parted as his tongue moved up into her moist vagina. They said such fine fluids could be found there. The more the creature enjoys itself, the more fluids it produces. Oh and what a wonderful effect this would have on him. Her death would not be wasted.
His tongue moved over her clitoris, causing her a spasm of pleasure that brought more fluids. He moved the tongue up into the main hole, working it in and out with the wonderful effect of tasty secretions. It wanted more of her. More of this creamy brown living confection. To taste her as she went down, to feel her as she would move inside him slowly digesting.
She found herself going further down it's mouth. Her lower arms were enclosed in smooth mouth. It felt just soooo good!!! It started to work her down, then turned her around and she realized it wanted to taste, to lick her breasts. "Yes, taste my breasts. I've always been told I have nice breasts." She told it excitedly. She felt it's tongue running over her breasts as she continued to go down inside of it.
As the human female continued to go down into him, the feelings of joy and strength increased. He wanted to taste more of the globes of flesh on her, so he turned her in his mouth. Her breasts as they were called, rested upon his tongue. He tasted the rich flavor and sensations of her smooth breasts, then her face as she finally went down inside of him. Her curly hair tickling his throat as she continued on down into his stomach. He shut his mouth and moved internal organs to prevent her suffocation inside him. Other organs he directed towards the slit that produced so much rich and nutritional juice.
"I wonder if I'll just fall asleep and suffocate?" she thought idly. It wasn't a bad way to die. It beat the pain she'd felt earlier. It was so nice and warm, moist and pleasurable inside the toads mouth.
Her head was almost inside the mouth now. She guessed she would soon be dead. Whatever had been in the substance the great toad had spread on her, had done it's job well. She was perfectly content to be a meal. As she went down it's throat, it's mouth closing and darkness closing on her, she said goodbye to the world.
Inside she felt something attach itself to her nose and mouth. Some type of organ. She started to breath through the fleshy tube. She felt something enter her vagina and go up, making thrusting movements in and out, while something else seemed to be licking her clitoris. She spasmed in pleasure. A warm massage like sensation, over her entire body.
"I'm being digested, digested alive." But oh how nice it is." She wondered if digesting her alive gave it greater nutrients? Did her vaginal juices give it something?
He felt her moving alive as she slowly digested within him. Even in her advanced weakened state she would be alive and aware for hours. He patted his belly, then ran his hand over it, over her shape clearly standing out. He felt her respond as he touched her form from outside. "Now be a good little yummy and enjoy yourself digesting."
She continued to orgasm for hour after hour till at last she went exhaustibly to sleep, never again to awaken.
When she was dead the sensations where no longer as intense. Still there was such a feeling of well being from her digesting. With the less intense sensations from digestion, he decided to take a nap. When he awoke he found everything that had been said was true.
His skin had a previous unknown luster to it. He could see better, farther then he ever had. Breathing was a new joy and each scent was more vibrant then ever he'd imagined. He looked at his claws and noticed they were now like polished quartz.
He knew that the females of his kind would suddenly find him more desirable then the average male. They would fight to win his favor and spawn with him. He wished he could thank the human female, but she was dead. Still, her death had been a far more pleasant experience then it would have been had he not come along. Her death was not wasted, for Albest intended to spawn many strong young of his kind.
He stood up and started the walk back to his people. He was a changed, stronger individual. He would never forget that most incredible of all midnight snacks. The snack named Ceceila.