Mmmmm. So delicious, this boy.

Ziraga lets go of Seva's hips. Some of his claws are buried deep enough that he has to exert force to extract them; they come away with a wet sucking noise and a gush of blood. He leans down to lick it off.

He tries to scramble out from underneath him and off the bed.

Surprisingly enough, this effort actually succeeds. Ziraga makes an amused sound—

—and the next thing Seva knows, there's a heavy weight tackling him to the floor, claws gouging his back, fangs closing on the back of his neck and piercing deep. The shape on top of him is not a human shape. It's hard to tell exactly what, though, while it's pressing him face-first into the stone tile.

Fuck–

He gasps for air – it knocked the wind out of him, hitting the floor like that – and scratches at the floor trying to pull himself free. It doesn't work.

The fangs unhook from his neck. A rough tongue swipes across the fresh wounds.

There is a low, satisfied purr.

A cat, then, one of the big ones.

He takes a deep, shuddering breath, and stays absolutely still.

Among the many, many rumours about what Lord Ziraga does to people, there are a handful that speculate about him taking animal shapes while he does it, and not just for the hunting part. Even the people who think it happens don't think it's common, though.

Maybe Seva's just special.

Ziraga licks the back of his neck again with that sandpaper tongue, and then proves some rumours true.

Turns out, getting fucked by an enormous cat hurts a lot.

He sobs and scratches at the floor until his fingers bleed and drips onto the floor as he's torn up inside.

Ziraga in his cat-shape is forceful and violent, pinning Seva down with the weight of his body and fucking him hard enough to leave bruises where he's slammed against the floor.

But at least it doesn't go on for long. A few minutes, and then the shapechanged wizard bites the back of his neck again and delivers a few last shuddering thrusts.

He manages at least not to come.

It's a very near thing, though.

He keens miserably into the floor when Ziraga comes inside him, shuddering.

He shifts, and licks blood from the back of Seva's neck, and scoops him up to carry him back to bed, groping him roughly along the way.

There's blood dripping down the backs of his legs.

He curls up as tight as he can, trying to keep his breathing level, trying desperately not to react to Ziraga's hands.

You know what that is?

That's a challenge.

He wraps one hand around Seva's throat and the other around his cock.

He's mouthing, choking, squirming desperately – no no no no no –

Ziraga turns out to be very, very good at choking someone just enough to leave them constantly dizzy and desperate without ever letting them faint.

He's not bad at the other thing, either.

His mind goes foggy with lack of air and he's dizzy and lightheaded and he – forgets – to try to stop feeling it –

And he comes, disoriented, gasping.

Ziraga makes a sound that is a surprisingly close approximation of his cat-shape's purr.

He closes his hand tighter on Seva's neck - and then lets go completely.

He lies there and gasps for breath, temporarily dazed.

What a treat he is. What an utterly delicious little treat.

Now, does he want to... hmm. Yes.

Ziraga takes advantage of Seva's distraction to look him in the eye and hold his gaze while he recovers. He wants to know what his delicious treat is feeling.

you stupid cunt

he probably died right here and you just got off. did you even love him how are you letting him do this to you

Fear, disgust, self-loathing, pain, shame.

"You're hardly letting me," he can't help pointing out. (A little of his thoughts and emotions come through when he speaks—admiration, mostly, and enjoyment of the game of giving Seva pleasure against his will.)

get out get out GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT

Violation, disgust, anger, terror.

(A little corner confused about the admiration, a little offended by it, all lost in the rest.)

"Oh, I like you," he says, amused. "It's been so long since someone tried to fight me."

 Nausea. Struggle.

"...g...et."

"Out."

It takes real strength to speak when you're caught in a wizard's eyes. Ziraga is impressed—but not surprised. He lets that thought show, carefully; and then he blinks, and his eyes are just eyes again, still bright gold but no longer all-encompassing and bottomless.