Marowak'd

You both roll to your sides, gripping and punching one another at an even match until the Marowak plunges a firm knee straight into your gut. You cough out a few drops of thin saliva, when suddenly, a bone collides into your skull with a strong swing. The clash rocks your brain back in forth inside your head as the **** of the impact ceases your ability to stay conscious. Without a single second wasted from the Marowak's attack, you unwillingly faint under the intense pain and fall onto your back, knocked out.

With a mocking grunt, the Marowak sits up on its knees and slides itself closer to its dominated opponent. Its hands dare to touch your still body, groping its hands over your legs. It's wicked grumbles and closed roars were to be heard as perverted chuckling while the Marowak tested to see how much meat was on your canine body, squeezing and sliding over your furry **** form. The Marowak cups its hands over your groin, eager to know that you sported a nice male package for his meal.

Standing up fully now, the feral rubs its pale and fleshy belly, hungry for its breakfast to finally begin. Jackal yells over to you, hoping that you would wake back up, but you never budge a muscle as he can only sit and watch from being stuck in a knot of a tree for the Marowak beginning to devour your head by...

1. His mouth!

2. His asshole!