Indrajit
Warmth. Squishy. Pliable body under his limbs, between his teeth. Cries of agony. Music to his ears. Makes heat stir inside of him. Two hungers at once. Tentacle-throats gentle as he devours relentlessly.
This one so pretty. Blood beautiful on his skin. On his blond hair too. Bones snap, so pleasant. Closed teeth, hard, brushing against warm groin. Once. Twice.
This yummy part, he'll eat last.