Mîrchell sat and thought for a while, the demons sobbing music to her ears as she looked out of the window. Eventually, she bored, and looked down at the blubbering wreck. Mouth curling in a grimace, she moved closer again, close enough for her breath to roll against his ear. "Well now, little demon, I'm very, very hungry. And in the absence of a less entertaining meal..." she muttered into his ear, before moving forwards again, wrapping her lips around the ear, before gently closing her jaws, sharp teeth sinking through the soft flesh, and her eyelids fluttering slightly as the deliciously warm blood started seeping into her mouth, tongue greedily lapping at the flow.
Her ears were still pointing upwards cautiously, listening around, though the albino demoness was rather hoping her hearing would be filled with the sounds of pain and begging for mercy as her teeth sank further, and further, until they could not go further. It was hard to bit entirely through the ear at this pace, so Mîrchell gently relaxed her grip a little, rising from the deep gash cutting his ear almost off, and then slammed down sharply, severing the connection between head and ear, and ripping away, chewing happily for a while, holding her hand beneath his head to collect his blood in her cupped palm. After sucking the ear dry, she spat it out again, onto the captives stomach, and then brought her hand up to her mouth to drink messily, not caring for the fact that most of it spilled down her chin, staining the usually pale flesh dark red with demon blood.
Leaving the demons remaining ear alone, Mîrchell moved down, tearing apart his clothes as she went, drawing deep scratches in his chest and stomach each time her sharp nails sliced through the meagre cloth. Leaning down closer, wings spreading behind her happily, and tail thrashing around, before plunging into the demons leg again and resuming its horrifyingly painful squirming against his muscle and bone, the demoness started lapping at the blood seeping from the scratch marks, deepening them with her fangs to draw more delicious life fluid from him, moving the bindings where necessary. Her hunger was being sated, albeit slowly, as Mîrchell gradually drained the life from her helpless, hopefully full of soul captive.
After finishing with his chest and stomach, the demoness moved down further, skipping over his bared breeding tube in favour of suckling at the wounds left by her tail on his legs, tongue pushing into the un-penetrated wound. She reached down with her now free hands, and softly grabbed this demons ankle, raising the leg, and temporarily withdrawing from her feeding to raise the other arm, and slam her vambrace down on his knee, the heavy metal aiding her impressive physical strength in basically inverting the male captives knee, sickening crunches rising as she twisted her arm about a little to drive the abused and broken leg apart just a little further.
Soon, the demoness broke the other leg, and moved between both maimed legs to start prising apart the wounds in his thighs more, until she was able to fit her entire hand in, diving forwards until she could push the muscles away, tearing them entirely if need be, and if such, ripping them out completely, tossing them onto his stomach so he could see the extent of her abuse. This done, her hands closed around the femurs of both, and started pulling lightly, letting him feel what was going on throughout his maimed body. Her head leaned forwards, to start lapping up more blood from his stomach, teeth gently sinking in to start tearing open the softer skin of the demons belly.
When a suitable gap was made, the demoness went down, dipping her chin into the wound to greedily lap at the freely flowing blood, always increasing the pressure on his leg bones, while her heart shaped, bloodied tail began making new wounds across his legs, poking around at what little had been left unviolated by the demoness' presence inside him.
Slowly, the albino was dipping in further and further into her captives gut, until she felt the warm walls of various internal organs pressing against her face, which she eagerly grasped a hold of, and yanked up, dragging out a string of the demons intestines, while simultaneously yanking sharply up on the bones she was holding, hoping to tear them free entirely if possible.
After this, Mîrchell stood up, dragging his bones and guts up with her, grinning down at him, before throwing these onto his stomach and chest as well. If he was still conscious, she knelt back down again, and grasped a hold of his manhood, what could have been quite a beautiful face marred by the sadistic grin spread across it and the blood splattered across her face. She stroked it until the shaft was erect, fixing her victim with her stare, and licking her lips dangerously, not bothering with words now. When she had his rod hard in her grasp, the albino demoness leant down once more, and enveloped it with her mouth. Here though, she wasn't sinking to her mothers level, and instead, she simply bit down. Hard. A blissful smile crossed Mîrchell's face as blood rapidly filled her mouth, along with the poor demons cock, which she didn't bother chewing, and after drinking the blood that flowed, spat it out without further hesitation, and sinking back down to drink from the currently rapid blood flow from his crotch.
Finally, the albino demoness looked down at the desecrated victim with a look almost akin to pity. However, this emotion was not for him, but for herself. She knew he couldn't survive much longer with the torture she'd put him through, so if she wanted to drain the final meal from him, it had better be now.
As such, Mîrchell finally gave the demon the bliss he craved for, and sank down to push her fangs into his neck, pushing further and further until the sharp teeth punctured his jugular, and she drank greedily from the unpleasantly weak blood flow, the dark red liquid splashing out of her mouth as she savoured the feelings of maiming his body, causing him pain beyond anything he'd ever experienced, and now finally killing him. After a while, when the flow slowed further, Mîrchell raised her heavily bloodied face and top of her chest, and instead reached down with her hands, quite simply, ending his miserable existence once and for all, in case he wasn't already dead, by pushing into his chest, rending apart the skin, sinking through the flesh, and pushing apart his ribs with horrible crunches as they snapped. His lungs were quickly shredded, pink globs of breathing organ being pulled out by the albino to admire for a second, before being slung aside as her exploration continued.
Obviously, it didn't take long, she knew what she wanted, and with a final jerk, and ripping sound, Mîrchell stood up over the now completely dead demon, holding his still heart in her hand. She had no interest in eating the thing, she was feeling rejuvenated from her absolutely delicious feast. His soul had sated her horrible hunger finally, but now she had no toys.
