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Mahiri finds herself standing on the other side of that hidden door with a blank spot in her memory. She's clutching her necklace tight. It hurts, and not just because it's sharp. The moment takes a few moments to fully register in her mind, but soon leaves her flinching and releasing her grip when she realizes just how hot it is. That trinket is blazing, but it settles back down when she lets go. Shaking her hand as if to get the pain out of it, she turns her attention instead to the path ahead. A quick check of her weapons and armour confirms that everything's where it should be. She feels energy and strength flowing through her. A small stone concealed on her person requires just a quick rub with her thumb to activate its magical properties, providing a soft shimmer of light that only she can see. Whatever's ahead, she is ready for it, and it won't see her coming.

At first it's little more than an extensive cave system. Her path forward is an obvious one, with only a single way to go. The sound of water rushing underground grows louder as she makes progress, and the reason for that is clear when she reaches that icy river. The cramped passageway opens up into a large chamber that seems impossibly expansive for being hidden directly below such a populated place. Why hasn't the district above collapsed if there's so much empty space down here? The water twinkles in the mystical light. It froths with intensity at a mere glance, leading further into the tunnel. Continuing down the same way will require some swimming, and she's not sure if she likes the look of that current. Maybe there's another way she can go that might be less dangerous. Stopping where she is, she considers her surroundings.

The place isn't entirely untouched. Someone else has clearly been down there before, judging by the presence of a clearly hand-made door. It's a particularly imposing one, framed by an archway decorated with several arcane symbols. It might be warded. She'll need to be careful if she chooses that path, given the weathered look of the doors, it is probably long abandoned. Such a way forward almost seems too obvious to her. Would they really hide treasure behind a mere door, where almost any adventurer could wander in by accident? She has to think she's not the first person down here, even if she's having trouble recollecting how she made it through the first hidden door. Maybe there are other options just out of immediately apparent sight.

There are, of course, always other paths the average person would never notice. She spies two other possibilities from afar, and steps a little closer to consider. Aside from the gaping mouth of the river tunnel, or the clearly marked doorway, there is a third way forth. The small opening would require some squeezing to properly descend it, but she's certain she'll fit. Perhaps it's simply nothing more than a minor background detail, a quirk of the natural formation of those caves, or perhaps that is precisely what someone wants her to think.

Even more well-hidden than that is a simple switch in the wall. She prides herself on spotting it so quickly. The ever-so-slight discolouration of the cave interior speaks of something that can potentially slide or shift, and so naturally there must be some sort of mechanism to operate it. This door is even more hidden than the last, but her keen eyes take note of the tiny mechanism concealed in plain sight nearby. That stone embedded in the wall is almost certainly suspicious, and a careful scan around it doesn't reveal any sign of traps. In all her expertise, she concludes that it will simply open the door for her, and nothing more. Surely there's something of value on the other side if someone went through such measures to hide that pathway.

All four ways forward promise to be potentially dangerous in their own ways. She fully expects that. All she can do is make a decision and hope she's lucky enough to be right. And that she'll be ready for whatever awaits her in the shadows.

What should she do?

(Go for a swim in the river)

(Push through the old door)

(Squeeze down the narrow tunnel)

(Press the hidden switch)

Mahiri vs Vale

For Kaithiel

(Continues from Press the hidden switch)

Of course she has to press that switch! The other paths might have something of value, but she naturally gravitates to the place that someone's trying to conceal from her, thief that she is. To her great satisfaction, the switch works precisely as she hopes it will, giving a pleasing click before the sound of stone on stone announces the delightful opening of a secret passage. A set of dusty stairs reveals itself on the other side, and up she goes, awaiting whatever treasures she's uncovered within.

To find a hidden passage would be exciting enough, but even more pleasing is the torchlit chamber she finds herself standing in once she ascends those few steps. The dim, damp room is mossy and forlorn, buried deep underground. There are a few wooden doors marking possible paths forward, some shattered pottery, and an open chest that appears empty from where she stands. The long-forgotten skeleton of some previous unfortunate adventurer sits collapsed in the corner, perished of some unknown wounds. She keeps half an eye on those old bones, lest they rise up and attack her any moment now. This isn't her first dungeon.

It's not clear to her what purpose that place might serve. Maybe it's truly as abandoned as it looks. Or maybe that's precisely what they want her to think. She presses forth through the shadowy room, keeping low just to be sure she doesn't alert any possible hostile creatures or entities. Nothing leaps out to attack as she pokes into one room and another. Two of them are empty, stripped clean of everything that might be of value to her. A few old tomes and scrolls lay scattered on the floor, their darkened pages curling with age. She finds the remnants of some alchemy equipment, stained with the residue of past concoctions.

It seems a reasonable conclusion to think she's in some sort of wizard's lair. Which is all she needs, really. If one's powerful enough to have their own lair, then she's probably dealing with someone as dangerous as they are conceited. Wizards always are. Of course, that also means they're likely hiding something of immense power and thus worth, ripe for the plucking from behind their overconfident backs. Before she gets too much treasure lust though, she's going to have to find the way forward, and that comes easily enough in the form of another staircase, this one more naturally formed, strewn with the occasional bone or rusted, discarded weapon.

Of course there's danger ahead. It wouldn't be an adventure without it. She strongly suspects an ambush in the dark, oddly warm corridor ahead of her. There's no floor there, just dirt, and the stone walls are absent in favour of the natural cave. There isn't a single shred of light either but for the flicker of the ever-burning torch a few paces back. Her cat eyes will serve her well in such a place if she intends to remain stealthy, though her night vision isn't perfect. If there are any traps or other natural hazards to worry about, she might not spot them in time unless she has some source of light. But then, illuminating her surroundings means showing off her position to potential attackers, and she's always preferred the element of surprise. Looks like she's going to have to make a decision.

What should she do?

(Go back for the torch)

(Remain stealthy)

Branch 1

She always feels safer in the dark. It's so much easier to consider how to approach a potential conflict when her enemies don't know she's there. She leaves the torch behind and carries on, silently. All it takes is her slightly crouching to completely muffle her steps. When she's moving like that, dark, hooded, like a living shadow, she might as well not exist. Even her presence is masked to anything that might be there. For all practical purposes, she's invisible. So are the strands.

Even in the darkness, she's ever watchful for the glint of tripwires, for the discolouration of pressure plates, and for anything else that might indicate a potential trap. She can see what is utterly imperceptible. As she cautiously creeps forth, she disturbs an unseen web of stick ropes that tangles around her body before she realizes they've got her. The first touch was enough to stick her in place. She's only made it worse by continuing on until she feels the grasping tug of that ensnaring silk. It's smooth, soft to the touch, but utterly unbreakable as she tugs firmly against it. She's caught.

While her first instinct might be to struggle and flail about in hopes of dislodging those ensnaring binds from around her form, she knows that will only further tangle her. Not to mention, tugging on the webs will surely inform its creator of her presence. All she has to do is suppress the urge to panic and consider a way out. She can't move much, but she can reach into some of her hidden pockets at least in hopes of finding something that might free her from that perilous situation. All the while, her ears remain perked, trying to listen for the patter of legs from the ceiling above. She can't turn her head to look up. Nor does she especially want to.

Maybe it's an old, discarded web, still sticky but unattended. Or maybe she has moments until an eight-legged horror descends upon her with its fangs dripping with paralyzing venom. She still needs to get free either way. With minimal range of movement in her stuck arms, she can't reach her actual weapons. Thankfully, she keeps some much smaller blades concealed on her person for precisely this reason. It's a tiny knife, but once unfolded, it's sharp enough to cut her free of most ropes. How it'll fare against webs is another question, and it could take a while.

A faster but much more dangerous method would involve rubbing a small pouch of red dust between her fingers until it produces a spark. Webs are surely flammable, right? It's entirely possible that she might get singed in the process of burning her way free, but it would certainly be a lot quicker than trying to cut her way out - and also much more noticeable, if the web-dwellers haven't already spotted her. While a rogue like her might usually prefer a subtle approach, she has no idea how much time she has before there's something wicked flowing through her veins. She needs to decide.

What should she do?

(Cut her way out)

(Burn her way out)

Ending 1

(Continues from Cut her way out)

She can only barely grasp that knife in two fingers, but she manages to get it opened up and cutting nonetheless. It's taking a while. Worse, she's shaking the web in the process. If there's anything nearby, then she's sending precisely the kind of vibrations that speak of struggling prey caught in that silky trap. She manages to get one hand free, letting the severed strand flutter to the ground. That allows her to reach instead for her actual dagger, but it's already too late. The web-dwellers are upon her.

"What's this?" comes a sharp, hissing voice.

"Another intruder upon Master's lair."

"A treat for us."

"All for us."

They all sound similar enough that she can hardly tell them apart. One of them knocks her hand away from her dagger with a long, thin leg, and she's left to gaze up into the many eyes of her attacker. They glow red like a demon's, reflecting upon the silky smooth hide of those sleek, venomous things. Their sultry forms are all black, blending well with the shadows but for the bright red markings on each of their abdomens. That's not the hourglass she expects - it's a crimson skull, a magical brand that indicates their arcane origins. Perhaps they are pets created by the master of the dungeon, serving as guards in exchange for feasts of intruders.

She holds very still for a time, waiting for her opportunity. Any sudden movements are likely to ensure they introduce her to their deadly fangs. For all her experimentation with alchemy and poisons alike, she's not immune to everything. There's no resisting magical venom. Her daggers may be off limits, but what of that tiny blade? Can she thrust it into a weak spot and buy herself enough time to slip free of their grasp? Such thoughts are ambitious at best, desperate at worst, but they're all quite pointless when her veins are already filling with a paralyzing toxin. She didn't even feel the bite.

Those fangs are sharp enough to pierce through the armour of her thigh and inject her with enough of that venom that she's not just going limp and helpless, but blacking right out. She can barely think, which at least has the side effect of keeping her from panicking as the spiders wrap her in their soft strands until she's completely cocooned. From there, they gather her up and drag her from their trap web and into their lair, where they might do something terrible to her helpless form. She can't even see where they're going until they unwrap her face.

Those legs work with terrifying precision, undoing all their hard work as they pry her from that sticky prison, just so they can strip the clothing from her body. She certainly isn't the first adventurer they've ever captured. Parts of her have gone numb as the venom continues its work through her body, but plenty more of her remains sensitive to every single little touch. That includes the unexpectedly lustful gropes they make across her naked body as they expose her, spot by spot. Shuddering, wet hisses echo out from behind their fangs. They want her. For more than just a meal. She's not sure if that's better or much worse than she could ever imagine.

Her internal resistance does little to change her fate. They strip her right down to the boots, and then pull those off one by one. All the while, those spindly legs are dancing all over her. They knead into the places where she's soft and padded, they grope beneath her bust, lifting her tits to let them fall and wobble for them. A long leg runs down her side, down along her spotty thigh, and eventually settles on pressing in against her butt. Such admiration the spiders give her while she's trapped there in their web. She swears not a single inch of her goes untouched, but even entertaining themselves with her captive body like that, they can't help but give in to their spidery urges to wrap her up once more.

"All ours."

"Sweet succulent cat-thing."

"Wrap her. Bind her. Breed her."

"Grow the burrow within the warmth of her womb."

They speak to one another like a chant while they cover her in sticky webbing once more. She's left stiff all over, but unable to actually resist them while they turn her around and around, spinning her in the clutches of their many legs while they encircle her in a confining cocoon once more. This time, it's not complete. Her legs are bound together, her arms are pinned to her side and she's covered from hips to shoulders, but they've left her head uncovered. Perhaps so she can breathe, or perhaps simply so she can watch everything those monsters are about to do to her. They've left her most vulnerable places uncovered after all.

"I want her first," one hisses.

"I want her first," another announces with a threatening lunge and flash of fangs.

"There is no sense fighting. We will all get our chance to fuck her."

"Yesss. It is true."

"Our precious little egg bitch."

"All ours for the taking."

"Precious pussycat. Shall she mewl for us?"

"Not after a good bite. We will be lucky to get a gasp."

"But we must at least try."

Her one hope that they might distract themselves with infighting seems dashed as they come to a consensus. They shuffle about, scuttling to and fro, and finally come to a silent agreement of sorts. She finds herself enveloped in those many legs, pressed firm to the underside of the giant, deadly spider as he grants her a frightful hug and clings close to her. All the while, a fearsome black, bulging ovipositor extends from his abdomen, as close to a big spider cock as she's going to get. There's nothing she can do to keep him from her pussy. He finds his spot snug between her folds and slowly penetrates her, savouring every inch he takes, beginning the horrifying violation as the other spiders writhe with lust nearby.

Every rounded bulge of that bumpy cock pops inside her, one by one as he sinks down to the hilt. She's left trying to grit her teeth, but not even that is possible. Her jaw is left slack, her mouth gaping while the spider fucks her. She might be equal parts disgusted and terrified of what's happening to her, but her body responds nonetheless. It must be the venom in her blood, working like an aphrodisiac to make her warm and wet, to make her flex tight around the spider inside her. She hates to be accommodating, but at least it's not painful. Instead, that slick, solid shaft plunges and pops in and out of her with increasingly sloppy noises, granting her strange pleasure that would make her squirm if she could manage. Instead, she's left to just blink a little more than usual, with the only part of her body that still responds to her commands.

"She is so snug for me. We will make a spiderslut of her yet," the one inside her speaks, pulling back and thrusting inside her all at once again.

If she could, she'd cry out, not just in shock, but in confused bliss. Instead, she clenches on him as he plunges all the way to his hilt. The first few strokes are mere samples, feeling her out, finding his place. From there, he fucks much like any other beast. His heavy abdomen rises and falls as he starts pumping into her, smacking against her captive form, jiggling her webbed tits with the power of his thrusts. Every stroke sends that bumpy cock grinding against her clit, every bulging shape stroking along that precious, tender nub before it sinks fully into her cunt. By now, she would be screaming if she could. Instead, she can only squeeze on him while he grips her tighter and tighter with all eight of those long, slender legs.

"Egg her already. We throb for her," one of them urges.

"Try not to ruin her. I want to feel her clenching on me."

Despite the fussing from his brethren, the spider takes his time rutting her. His stamina is impressive for an arachnid, if nothing else. He uses the whole length of his throbbing spider phallus to pump and ravage her, leaking some sort of lubricating substance in the process. Precum is probably the closest descriptor of the warm, slippery stuff spurting into her in advance of his impending orgasm, even if it's not quite the same. That's not a cock exactly that he's got stuffed inside her. The flexible bends and curls it takes to stimulating her while he fucks remind her of that. He's not about to pump her full of spider seed, but of something much worse, something that shall grow and thrive within her warm mammalian body. And she's about to cum from the sensation of being made a spider's broodmother.

There finally slips something more than silence from her open mouth as she feels the bulging of those eggs pushing through that deeply-stuffed ovipositor. Those eggs are sizable, stretching that shaft and her pussy alike while the spider bottoms out with a tight grasp of his legs around her body, clutching her possessively close while he fills her with smooth, round eggs. One after another. She feels them pressing right into her womb, feels her belly start expanding with the sheer weight of them pushing out inside her. She wants to scream, for several reasons, but the best she can do is to rapidly clamp down while he empties his precious load inside her and violently squirt an orgasm she simply can't hold back. It feels good to be a spider's bitch.

"Too full! You have left no room for us," one complains from the sidelines.

"I am sure you will find a hole you like," the one on top of her simply teases.

"Hmm," ponders the third. "Perhaps you speak wisely."

The first one barely manages to get out of her sex before the other two descend upon her. She finds herself manipulated, tossed about as if she is no more than a simple fly in their clutches. It's all to facilitate their positioning. Great big spiders like them were never meant to fuck soft mammals like her. They find a way. One of them clings to her back, mounting her from behind so he can fuck her ass. That stiff ovipositor comes slick and smooth, slipping easily between her spotty cheeks until he's fully sheathed inside her, bottomed out and bumping his great big body against her unwrapped butt.

The other takes interest in her mouth. She's too paralyzed to suck, but that also means she can't bite. Caught in a silent, frozen scream, she's left helpless while he jabs that flexing thing between her open lips and shoves it into her throat. Her gag reflex seems numb as well. She doesn't choke, nor even flinch even as he bottoms out in her gullet, grinding up and down, letting her feel the bumps and textures of his engorged member while she's forced to swallow it. Such sloppy noises ensue that she can't tell if she's disgusted or simply amused by the wet spider sex that causes them.

The two pent-up beasts spit-roasting her leave her stuck in position, ass up and getting pounded, face down and shoved against the underside of another massive spider. They cling to her, they grope her, they make her jiggle in the cocoon of sticky webs that keeps her confined. Not that she can move much anyway. Wrapping her up like that is purely for their amusement at this point. So is she. She's nothing more than a spider's plaything, an incubator for their eggs, a captive mother kept purely for their pleasure. Her only worry is what will happen to her when they tire of using her body for their gratification.

There's no time to think about that now. She has a double-sided rutting to endure. Swallowing one, taking the other deep beneath her tail, she's left unusually pleasured once more. Rather than building to a climax though, she instead finds herself fading, flickering, struggling to stay conscious while her throat gets plunged and her ass gets plapped by the heavy abdomen of the spider thrusting into her over and over. Her belly presses out against the confining webbing, stretching her binds close to snapping, but thankfully that webbing keeps her from sloshing or jiggling around too much. That would be too much to take with the dozen or so heavy spider eggs stuffed inside her womb. And she's about to get even more of them, in places they don't belong.

At least she can still swallow. That's one part of her they haven't fully paralyzed, and it serves her well to survive the load of eggs getting forced down her throat. At least they slide smoothly into her belly. So too do the ones that get shot up under her tail by the lustfully hissing spider. Those many legs envelop her in a clinging hug while she takes two more spidery orgasms, feeling her belly bloat heavier and heavier as she gets those thick, glossy orbs pushed into her body. They stretch her throat and rear alike, making her belly sag to the point of massively bloated. It might hurt if not for the venom. Perhaps they'll keep her dosed up on the stuff to deal with the discomfort of being a spider-mama in the many months of breeding to come.

As the two satisfied arachnids pull out of her and soothingly stroke her all over, she takes it as a cue to rest. They shall take care of her, at least. No harm will come to her for as long as she carries their eggs. Maybe she'll even learn to enjoy getting fucked by the giant spiders. It does feel good. Soon the caverns shall fill with many more crawling creatures, perhaps to the dismay of the dungeon's master. Shall she be an eternal captive, making more of those monstrous spiders for as long as she can? Or shall her bones be forgotten relics along with her rusted weapons, tangled in discarded webs, left in the depths after briefly satiating the monstrous beasts' hunger? Her fate is out of her hands now, and into the grasp of the many-legged ones.

GAME OVER

Ending 2

(Continues from Burn her way out)

This is probably a really bad idea, but she's survived worse ones. That powder is stable while she carries it on her person, carefully tucked away in a small, tightly-drawn pouch, but when it touches the skin of her fingertips, it has a swift reaction. The spark is briefly blinding in the darkness of that corridor. It makes her recoil as he smokes between her fingers, swiftly igniting in a flash. She hears a hissing shriek and soon realizes it's not the flames themselves. Something recoils in pain from the light as the webs burn brightly, slightly scorching her in the process but swiftly freeing her from that sticky prison.

She flops to the floor, slightly pained from the heat but mostly unharmed. The flames go out as quickly as they started, failing to burn through the entirety of the webs, but that doesn't matter. She knows the weakness of those concealed predators. All she has to do is get back to one of those torches and she'll be able to defend herself. The patters of many legs creeping down the walls around her just set her deeper into haste. Scrambling up, she rushes back towards the light while the sound of her arachnid pursuers grows louder and louder. There's more than one of them.

A brief glance back reveals the subtle glow of eight wicked eyes, reflecting on the shiny hide of a sleek, sultry spider. It's all black but for a distinct red marking on its abdomen. Not an hourglass as in nature, but a crimson skull. The message can't be more clear. Don't get bitten. These are no natural creatures, but magical beasts, perhaps created by some terrible ritual. She smacks at a a slender, outstretched leg and gets an angry hiss in response while she barrels through the darkened passage, pushing the phobic terror from her mind. She's never liked the damn things, large or small.

It's not until the light ahead gets blotted out by the bulky form of the massive creature that she realizes she's surrounded. One behind, one above, and one in front. They've effectively cornered her, blocking her retreat. Unless. She sees an opening and goes for it without pondering other possible routes. There's no time to think. She's almost there. Dropping to her back, she uses the momentum of her desperate sprint to attempt to slide right through the many legs of the monstrous thing before her. She's fast, but it's faster.

Snagging her in the grasp of many surprisingly nimble limbs, it descends upon her without mercy. She catches a brief glimpse of those fangs before they plunge into her chest, piercing easily through her flexible armour. They're big enough to deliver a mortal wound, but the spider stops short of seriously injuring her. It's merely a prick of two sharpened points, but it's enough. She can feel that toxin in her veins.

As much as she's developed some resistances and immunities in the process of experimenting and tasting her various crafted concoctions, there's no resisting such a potent venom. It sends a tingling sensation through her veins, all the way to her fingertips and toes alike, followed by something more numbing as her panicked struggles cease. From an outside perspective, it might look like she just relaxed her body.

Sinking down into a paralyzed state, she finds she can't move a single part of her body. Nor can she speak. Her breathing continues, automated, as does her heart. It's not a fatal bite, but merely one that keeps her from fighting back as the other spiders descend upon her. Three monstrous arachnids loom over her prone body as she struggles to fight off the effects of the powerful venom in her veins. Fear isn't potent enough to serve as an antidote. If anything, it only makes the effects spread faster with her heart pounding like that. She's not sure if it makes the situation better or worse when she hears one of them speak.

"Such tricks this one has."

"Such pain it brings."

"Has it learned its lesson?"

"We will teach it."

Their voices are wet and cruel, blending into one another. She can hardly tell which is speaking as they converse above her paralyzed form. Reaching out with slender, shiny legs, they begin to tug at her various straps and bindings, slowly stripping the layers from her dark outfit.

"Luscious juicy thing. Master feeds us well."

"Should we fuck it first?"

"I gave it a potent bite. It won't squirm much."

"A shame. It would have made a fine broodmother."

"But an even better feast."

"Yes."

"Yessss."

"Feast."

There's no reasoning with them. She is left sprawled in the darkness as spiders leap upon her one by one, grasping, groping, dragging her clothing from her body. Disarmed and naked, she's helpless to resist the many legs dancing over her curves, feeling her up, treating her with the kind of lust she hardly expects from giant spiders. They admire her. Savour her. But in the end, no amount of attraction they might have to her spotted form can save her from her fate.

Though it's a whole unnecessary extra step at this point, they take the time to pick her up from the cold floor and cover her with a layer of freshly-weaved webbing from their bulky abdomens. From there, they stretch and weave a cocoon around her body, turning her around and around until she's almost completely concealed in soft, sticky, unbreakable silk. They leave her head uncovered. Perhaps so she can watch them work. Their voices hint at a certain cruelty, an evil that enjoys tasting the fear of their prey. Once she's fully wound up and suspended from an unburnt strand of their web, hanging high above the ground, they begin their feast.

Three sets of fangs plunge into her wrapped up body all at once as the spiders collectively grasp her in their slim, yet powerful legs. One of them latches into her thigh. Another into her bust. Another into her butt. They find the juiciest parts of her and inject her with something much more deadly than the initial paralytic. It doesn't hurt, at least. She feels it bubbling and hissing through her insides, and it's not exactly a pleasant sensation, but it's hardly evident that they've filled her body with a potent digestive enzyme. At least not until they start slurping.

The wet, sloppy sounds of them drinking her are almost comical in their excess. They schlurrrrp their way through their meal, sucking her juices out gulp by gulp, filling their abdomen with liquefied leopardess. The curves they've latched onto slowly slump down, flattening over as she hollows from within. Somehow she's still alive and conscious throughout the whole process, feeling the faintest tugs as they swallow her insides one messy mouthful at a time. By then, she's far too deeply envenomed to even be aware of what's happening to her. They drain the thoughts from her body as surely as they do her luscious nutrients.

Her skin pulls taut around her bones as she grows grimly thin, sucked dry by the ravenous arachnids with their fangs dug deep into her formally curvy body. Only then does she finally stop moving entirely. There's not enough left of her to even make for a twitch. The spiders have their meal, gulping her down, getting a bellyful each to digest and help them spin some replacement webs to repair what she burnt away. And as for the cunning rogue, she's little more than a dried bundle of bones within the spider's webs. Her gear shall be added to the collection, and her cocooned skeleton shall be kept there as a clattering trophy, just like all the other adventurers the spiders have devoured before her.

GAME OVER

Part 2

(Continues from go back for the torch)

Something just doesn't feel right. There's a crawling feeling on the back of her neck. She doesn't trust that passage in the slightest. Rather than risk stumbling into something she can't see, even her keen darkvision, she turns around and steps back to pick up one of those eternally burning torches that she so often finds on dungeon walls. It's a simple spell that she might even be able to cast if she bothers to study, but she's always had a distaste for using any magic that doesn't involve lobbing something at someone.

No sooner does she step back into that tunnel with the light in her hand, and she sees she was correct in her suspicions. In the darkness, that elaborate web was entirely invisible, even to her. In the torchlight, it glints just enough for her to make it out. A quick swing of her torch allows her to scan the shadows above her, and there's a scuttling and a pained hiss as she does. Long-legged figures scramble away from the light, hissing their displeasure. The fire reflects in their many shiny eyes as they recoil sharply from her torch, leaving her in peace as she burns herself a path.

It's a good thing she decided to go back. Otherwise she might have bumbled right into that web, and been at the mercy of those surely venomous creatures. One of them braves the flames to descend the wall near her as the webbing burns away, but a few swings of her torch scare it back again. Another makes an attempt while her attention is diverted, scuttling down at frightening speed, but it retreats just as quickly as she waves that flame around. It's the only thing keeping her from their spindly clutches, but she trusts it to protect her while she progresses past the sticky trap they set for her, now burnt to ash.

Eventually, they give up as she steps into the light once more, but not before making one last angry lunge at her then hastily fleeing back to their shadowy place. They shall have to wait for the next adventurer to stumble into their grasp to satiate their appetite. She is not for eating. Once satisfied that she's safe again, she places the torch in an empty sconce and continues on through the dusty, bone-strewn halls of the damp dungeon. A winding staircase seems to be the only way forward, and she follows it slowly, cautiously ascending, step by step, her eyes open for any more possible traps the entire time.

She comes across a solid iron door, and after a thorough scan for traps, she tries the handle. It's locked. That's nothing she can't manage. It's time to drop to one knee and take a good look in the keyhole. A quick glance at the tumbler system tells her there's nothing for her to worry about. It may be a heavy lock, but a nimble application of her picks makes short work of it. It's hardly ten seconds she's working at it before she has it all felt out, and she pops the heavy lock with practised expertise that's nonetheless satisfying every time. On the other side is what appears to be the main chamber.

Moving as silently as she does, she's able to slip in unnoticed to witness a diminutive sorcerer hard at work over a large alchemy table in the corner of an expansive, high-ceilinged room. Could he be the master of this place? He's not who she expected. The small bat clinks some vials about as he combines various ingredients, stirring up some thick blue-green smoke from whatever it is he's working on. Surrounding him are three lazing bulls, sitting or even sprawled and seemingly napping. They're not the most attentive guards. She can probably take the sorcerer himself by surprise, if she wishes. As for what she's going to do to him if she gets the drop on him, she's not sure. Maybe it's better she simply look through the chambers for something valuable and get out unnoticed.

Before she can make her move, the door shuts behind her. It might not have been trapped, but it's still modestly enchanted to slam and lock when left ajar even for a short time. An aggressive security feature to be sure, but one that nonetheless gives away her presence. All eyes are on her. She rises from her stealthy crouch, knowing there's nowhere to go, no cover to dart behind. Three big brutes and one short sorcerer are all regarding her with a mix of expressions. From the bulls it seems like simple indifference at first, at least until she stands up. Then there's more intent focus as they take in the sight of her armourclad curves from afar. She sees their lusty stares, their growing smirks.

The bat, meanwhile, is absolutely disgusted by her intrusion. He throws up his hands and makes a gesture at the beasts who guard him, hurrying them along so he can return to his work.

"What is this interruption? And how did you get past the spiders? Guards! Take her away from here! You can do whatever you want with her, just eliminate this distraction!"

"You got it, boss," one of them grunts.

"This is gonna be fun," another rumbles.

There's nowhere to go. The door's locked behind her. She could pick it again, but that will take time. That's putting a lot of trust in her picking skills. Her other option is to stand and fight. Those three loincloth-clad titans are monstrously muscular, perfectly toned as if by magic. They're not armed, but if they get their hands on her, she's not going to be able to wriggle free. The sorcerer is still nearby too. It's entirely possible he might take a potshot at her when her back is turned. Either way, she probably can't rely on any sort of magical trinkets, powders, or vials in such a situation. He likely has ways of making that backfire on her.

When she reaches for her blades, she finds them stuck in their sheaths. No doubt some sort of magical field is affecting their enchanted steel. If she's to fight them, she's going to have to rely solely on her own hands and feet. Such a thing might sound foolish to even consider, but she's no slouch in the art of fighting. She's trained with some of the best, and moreover, it runs in her blood. She'll need to be quick and nimble to avoid taking even a single blow from those scarred up hulks. It's a risky approach, but so too is trying to pick her way back out of the room faster than they can catch her.

The bulls advance, already snorting their desire for her. She thinks she sees one of their loincloths tenting already. Their intent is clear. They might be big, but she's certain she's quicker than them. If she's going to give them the fight they want, she's going to have to hope her dodging instincts are flawless. If she's to open the same door again, she's going to have to work her picks faster than she's ever worked them. Neither option has a lot of promise.

What should she do?

(Pick the lock)

(Stand and fight)

Ending 3

(Continues from Pick the lock)

They seem lazy enough that she might actually get away with this. At least until she feels the glow on her back. While she's crouched at the door, swiftly fiddling with it, she chances a brief glance back at the trio of brutish bulls. The initial calm brown of their eyes has been replaced with something brighter, something glowing an indistinct alternating shade of purple and then yellow and then back again. Their expressions twist into something of absolute focus, rather than indifference. At least they're still moving slow, she thinks, right at the very same moment one of them charges.

It's uncanny the way he seems to instantly accelerate to top speed. He charges at her with his horns pointed down, ready to impale, and she's barely able to drop her tools and get out of the way in time. Rather than dodge to the side like she normally would, she can only duck right down. Falling on her ass isn't the most elegant of ways to avoid a blow, but it works. Now she's in a vulnerable spot, trying to roll between his legs, but he moves so much faster than someone so big ought to be allowed to be. He's got her by the arm before she even blinks.

A tug reveals his grip is absolutely unbreakable. He lets out a snort of a chuckle at her effort, then grabs her by the throat with the other meaty hand. There's enough strength in that single hand to choke the life out of her, but he holds back. Instead, he just hauls her off the floor and into the air, letting her dangle and flail about. The blows of her boots against his chest probably hurt her more than him. She might as well be trying to kick down a granite statue. That carved, solid beast looks her in the eye with his colour-shifting gaze, and then just gives her a grin.

"Caught myself a cat," he boasts.

"Yes, yes," the sorcerer urges. "Now do your thing so I can get back to work."

"With pleasure."

Fight as she does, she can't get loose, and it's getting increasingly hard to draw breath. Thankfully, he puts her down shortly after answering his boss. He's the opposite of gentle. She's so light to him that he has no trouble twirling his thick arm around a few times like a windmill and absolutely smashing her flat to the floor, spine first. The impact stuns her so much she worries she's been paralyzed on impact, but nothing's broken. She's certainly going to bruise though. Left sprawled out and utterly devastated already, she realizes the fight's over before it even started. Maybe she should have actually tried to fight them. At least she might have lasted longer.

With her down for the count, she's soon surrounded by three bulls, ready to face her fate. She can see their loincloths bulging, tenting out to the point they might as well not even be wearing them anymore. That fabric certainly isn't hiding the girth of three uncut bull dicks looming in clear indication of their desires. They don't even bother to haul her off to another room. Two of them grab one of her wrists each, and then they haul her to her shaky feet. She's still fighting, still tugging away and trying to kick them, but it doesn't do her much good as she's stretched out by the two strong brutes pulling in opposite directions while the third sets to stripping her of her gear.

That's a lengthy process. She wonders if the dumb beast is even up for it. A few sparks and pops sound off like tiny fireworks as he accidentally crushes some of her hidden supplies, but unfortunately he doesn't expose himself to anything that might knock him out. Eventually he manages to get down to her spots, casting aside her weapons, her layers of armour and the light clothing beneath. Some of it gets torn beyond repair, and the rest just clatters to the floor, tossed off to the side as she's left exposed and increasingly naked before the hulking, sweating, snorting monsters who have a hold of her.

It doesn't take them long to snap the strings of their loincloths with the force of their hard cocks alone. One by one they snap, pop pop pop, leaving those heavy dicks pointing at her soft, naked body. She's already swimming in their sweaty scents and musk, but it just grows more potent once they're just as naked as her. A glance over at their master reveals he's not even bothering to look at them anymore. She's been left to them, to deal with however they please. Looking at their girth, and the muscular forms it's attached to, she hopes she can even survive such a thing.

There's no infighting among them. Nor is there any lack of coordination. They move as if they share one mind. Maybe they do, to some extent, thanks to the apparent spell they're under. How much of their actions are their own and how much are directly ordered by their master is unclear to her, but they definitely seem to be having fun with her. They heft her up, grabbing her legs when she tries to kick at them, stretching her out between them while they grope and tug, each of them finding their spot squeeze by squeeze.

They're especially rough with her tits, digging their thick fingers deep into that soft breast flesh, but they hardly skimp on the attention to every other part of her. It's like a highly aggressive massage, kneading deep into her curves while they take turns grabbing her hips, her ass, her thighs, even her belly. Everywhere she's a little soft gets thoroughly groped, until she's fussing with the occasional mewl amid the wordless protests. She doesn't grant them the pleasure of verbally objecting, whether with insults, threats, or pleading. She just gives them an occasional snarl when she can manage it.

Her head is still spinning from the slam she took. It's enough to weaken her, make her lose her focus. She doesn't even notice she's started purring. That kind of thing just happens naturally when she's getting that much attention, forceful or not. Though she's right back to growling, then yowling as they pull her thighs apart so firmly she feels like they're going to split her in half. It certainly gives them full access to grope and stroke along the folds of her exposed pussy, toying with her folds until one of them sinks a digit inside, drawing a shaky gasp from her open jaws.

"Tight bitch."

"Good slut."

"Very good."

They can barely form a full sentence, but that doesn't matter. They still won. That digit slides in and out of her until she can't help but give it a clench of unwilling pleasure. Enough stimulation, and she's getting a little warm, a little wet, made worse by constantly soaking in their potently masculine scents. Huffing as she is, she swallows a throatful of heavy bovine musk with every breath, letting it swarm and control her thoughts even as she fights with herself to keep fighting with her marble-chiselled captors.

She finds herself back on her feet when they're done fingering her, ever so slightly drinking. The pheromones she's putting out attract the attention of a bull who ducks his head right down, getting on his knees before her to snort and snuffle his way under her tail. Her thighs quiver as she feels that thick tongue slopping over her pussy. He doesn't spare anything for subtlety, slurping and slobbering all over her folds, slathering her up and lapping up those slight traces of juices clinging to her. Soon, she's not just a little wet.

Before she can say anything, she feels a heavy palm on the back of her head, forcing her to bend down until she's got her head in the crotch of another. They work in unison, one of them holding her head down while the other just lays his arms behind her head, jabbing his dick in her face. It slides along her cheeks, pokes her in the nose and muzzle, but she seals her lips tightly to keep him from getting inside her mouth. At least until the tongue between her legs brings a sharp, feline cry out of her, making room for the bull above to barrel forth and penetrate her muzzle and throat alike all in one heavy, driving thrust.

The glurking sounds of choking and straining are soon replaced with just muffled displeasure, grumbling around that meaty dick once she's adjusted to its size. It spreads a heavy flavour across her taste buds as it grinds her tongue. He doesn't even need her to suck to get pleasure out of her. He thrusts hard and fucks her face while the other one grips her hair, forcing her right to the hilt of that dick, smacking her face into a sweaty bull crotch while the other shoves his tongue right inside of her, adding some mostly-silenced moans to the cacophony of squelching and gulping that comes as she gets used for a toy by those brutal bulls.

Eventually the one eating her out withdraws and gives her ass a smack on his way back to his hooves, forcing her hard up against the one with his dick in her throat. It occurs to her she might briefly get away with a bite while she's got that cock framed between her teeth, but she doesn't dare. Not when they've already beaten her so well. They probably won't hesitate to absolutely shatter her if she acts out of line for even a moment. Instead, she's just going to have to behave, even if it means letting a sweaty titan bottom out between her lips, building to a rapid snort, a twitching flex that betrays his impending release. Not before he tests her gag reflex with a few more brutal strokes straight down her throat, snatching hold of her hair to rapidly pump and finish himself off with the feeling of her gulping, constricting gullet wrapped around his dick.

She lets out a muffled groan that soon gets drowned out by the bull's bellow and the messy, audible splurch of his fat cock milking out a thick load of minotaur cum for her to swallow. Either she guzzles it down or she choke on it, but even as she rapidly gulps it, plenty more wells up and pours out of her mouth, splashing down her bare tits and all over the shiny muscles of the bull's taut thighs. He pulls out before he's fully finished, dousing her features in one good hard shot of spunk, splattering her from cheek to cheek, ears to chin in a heavy mask of fresh, musk-infused cream. The heavy dose of male pheromones hitting her right in the senses certainly doesn't help her focus any more easily.

They don't give her a single second to recover. She staggers, drooling cum, letting it pour down her naked body and stain her fur with richly potent masculine fragrances and pheromones alike. One of them catches her before she falls, though that's not much comfort. He pulls her right up off her feet and holds her in a harsh bear hug, clutching her to his chest and abs while he shoves his dick right under the base of her tail. A few hard prods between her cheeks eventually have him find her tight ring, spurting a thick load of precum all over it to get his cock slick while he tries to penetrate her.

The first few shoves don't quite get the job done. He humps and grinds, smearing her in excessive juices while he snorts his annoyance at her. The third one strides forth to sandwich her between two muscular bodies, nearly crushing her for a moment. They squeeze her tight while he gets his dick between her thighs, leaving two bulls sweaty all over her while they rub their cocks on her and try to find their spot. They're clumsy, but they're persistent and forceful enough that soon she has two fat bull shafts spearing into her soft, tender body.

All the effort one makes into going balls deep in her just pushes her harder against the other. Two meat sacks slap her thighs, splashing another layer of sweat over her spots while they bottom out inside her. She tilts her head back to yowl, to scream, but all that actually escapes her throat is a faint gurgle as she gargles the leftover spunk the first bull left behind. A faint shove at the chest of the one inside her pussy certainly doesn't dissuade him. He just huffs his steamy breath down on her head, snorting his way through the process of working up into a heavy, pounding fuck-pace.

They throw her body together with every thrust like they're playing catch. Even squished between the two of them, she still jiggles like mad as the work into her faster, harder, squelching in and out with all the excess juices they're spurting into her. And she's plenty wet too, dripping over the dick inside her sex, getting milked for pleasure even by that violent pace. They don't pay her a moment's consideration, treating her like nothing more than a toy, a piece of meat for them to share. It's a good thing she's supple and durable, because they fuck hard enough to break a lesser lady. Not that she isn't breaking in her own way.

She can't seem to get her tongue back in her mouth amid her desperate panting and drooly moaning. Tightening up around one of those cocks, she finds herself working herself into a state of intense, clenching pleasure that just seems to go on forever. She can't stop squeezing on each of those cocks, milking them, working herself to a sudden, heavy squirt around the one in her pussy. The bull snorts in her face, gives a satisfied grunt, and just shoves forth so forcefully that the one behind her fucking her butt staggers for a moment. He quickly compensates for that by plowing her ass hard, smacking his hips into those soft cheeks while he peaks right with her.

They're so well synced in mind and body alike that both those bulls blow at the same time. It's the very same moment that she feels the sudden warmth of their thick, bloating loads pouring into her body. Two sets of soaked bull nuts press firmly to her form, flexing taut while they help those beasts dump their spunk in her soft body. She manages a shriek, head tilted towards the ceiling while the glursh her full until her belly start swelling. There's plenty more streaming out in thin, high-pressure jets around the seal of their deeply-nestled dicks, stuffed fulling in her cunt and ass alike while she desperately clings to her attackers, trying to brace herself while her body spasms through what feels like one continuous orgasm.

"She cums good," one of them teases.

"She loves it."

"I want more."

The moment their cum stops flowing, they yank out of her, leaving her gaping and gushing for a moment before she tightens up. They don't bother to set her down gently. They just drop her. Her legs buckle beneath her when she tries to land on her feet, sending her sprawling down for a rough landing on her face that squeezes some extra spunk out of her rutted holes on impact. She groans and clutches her belly with one hand, slowly dragging herself along the floor with the other arm. Her legs don't respond to her. She might be paralyzed or maybe just temporarily numb. Either way, she's not getting away before they pounce on her again.

They pass her from one hand to another as if she's nothing more than a ball in a brutal sport. One of them eventually clutches her to his chest and just falls with her, tumbling onto his back with a massive, room-shaking THUD that brings a shout of complaint from the nearby bat. She doesn't hear what he actually says. She's too busy sprawling across the muscular form of the bull holding her close, soaking up his fur-staining sweat while she drools and groans, even whimpers. Her body is radiating heat, drenched in bull perspiration, smelling richly of the horny studs while they find their spots around her. This time, all three of them want her at once.

One of them grabs her by the arms and wrenches them back like she's a wheelbarrow, yanking her up and towards his cock. She feels it under her tail, stroking around her tight rim once more. If she's keeping track, she's pretty sure that's not the same one who just fucked her ass already. Did she suck his cock first? What about the one in front of her, snatching her crimson hair harshly enough to loosen a few strands? Is he the one who dumped his nuts in her pussy? She honestly has no idea anymore. It's like a shell game of huge, scarred up warriors surrounding her and draining their nuts with her body. To say she's in a haze of pleasure and pain is an understatement. Soaking in their mind-melting musk has her so deep into infatuation that she's moaning for them like their whore, singing up a song in a broken voice at least until she gets muffled with another throat-stretching cock.

This one, she sucks. He's got her by the hair, pulling her harshly into his crotch, smacking her muzzle against his leathery skin while she purses her lips and pleasures him all the while. It's less trying to get him off and more just trying to slurp off as much of his flavour as she can possibly get. Hot, rich, bull-raunch floods her to the point her eyes water, and she just wants more. That's her sole focus for as long as they triple team her. She can feel them penetrate her, shoving into her ass from behind, her pussy from below, but the most important thing in her broken mind is to swallow down as much hot bovine musk as her senses can possibly take. And then a little more.

They batter and bash against her body in the process of plowing her from all angles at once. Her belly stretches with the sheer size of their dicks inside her. Her gut wobbles back and forth right along with her tits, sloshing the spunk she's already holding inside her. She's not going to be walking away from this one, but that doesn't matter. She wants it all. Another flexing orgasm around the cocks in her cunt and rump alike help milk those bulls closer to giving her what she desires, but it's not enough. She's just going to have to keep cumming, keep squirting for them while they annihilate her, wiping out any sense of dignity or restraint she might have had before they seized her.

A tsk comes from the nearby sorcerer as he glances up at the scene, dismissively disparaging the feline rogue's slutty nature. Shouldn't she be screaming for mercy by now? Maybe other intruders would be, but she's purring, giving whorish moans around the bull dick in her mouth and throat. She swallows it like she's trying to keep it, sucking down every drop of prespunk he gives her. Chugging it like she lives on it, she even manages a bit of a bounce on the dick in her pussy. Though she can't move much more than that, especially when them delivering those hammer-blows to her ass and sex alike, plapping her hard in alternating strokes while the grunt through flat, clenched teeth as her constant squeezing helps to milk them dry.

First it's the one stuffed balls-deep in her cunt. She feels his nuts pumping, hears him snorting and even mooing in that thunderous voice of his before he ruts her full of another load of thick, bitch-breeding bull jizz. She's not sure if she's in season exactly, nor is she sure it remotely matters when that much paste-thick bovine jizz erupts straight into her womb, overflowing and spilling out to flood her ovaries when it's not just cascading back out of her. She takes it all and flexes hard, gulping, squeezing, massaging every single one of those musky dicks until she's taking three fat loads at once.

The hmmf of surprise that escapes her is a result of just how hard that cumshot down her throat comes. She gets an assful of bull spunk, but the one framed between her thick black lips goes off even harder, instantly swelling her with that belly-sagging load, leaving the rest overflowing up her throat, even escaping her nose when she doesn't have any other room. That ensures the scent blazes her mind blank, renders her close to unconsciousness, but not before she fiercely swallows every drop she possibly can, no matter how full her gut's getting. Even her tits feel swollen with the pressure of all that bull cum stretching her sloshing body.

It's only when they finish that she's finally allowed to slump down. A heavy, choking gasp escapes her as that bull unsheathes from her mouth, cumming a few last afterthought ropes over the rosettes on her back. For a few gasping moments, she seems to faint, but she recovers quickly enough with a few blinks of those shiny green eyes. They're a bit dulled by the stupor that's fallen over her, but she's still awake, at the least. A few mewls escape her as the other bulls unsheath their cocks from inside her, leaving her a waterfall of overflowing cream. The rest of the time, she simply purrs.

"So soft. So good," one of them huffs as he rises.

"We get to keep her, boss?" another asks.

The sorcerer takes a moment to glance up from his work. Then he just nods, giving a dismissive gesture.

"Yes, yes, do whatever you wish! Just get her out of my sight!" he urges.

The bulls grin at each other, then they reach down to scoop her up while she incoherently murmurs and moans. It sounds like she might be asking a question, but she's not even sure what she's trying to say anymore. She dangles over one of those broad brown shoulders, limbs hanging down on either side, cum leaking down his back and pecs alike as he hauls her off with ass, and she can't do anything more than mindlessly rumble as they carry her off to their chambers. Maybe for another round, maybe just to lay her out and let her recover until the next time.

One thing's for sure - she's not getting out of there anytime soon, not with three horny giants to satisfy over and over. Soaked, smelling of bull spunk, and probably thoroughly knocked up, she's just going to have to adjust to her new means of employment. From adventurer to bull slut, she has to admit this change of career suits her just fine.

GAME OVER

Part 3

(Continues from Stand and Fight)

This is going to be a tough one. She's roughly the size of one thigh on those absolute beasts making their way towards her, grunting, snorting, pounding their fists into their palms or simply flexing to make their imposing musculature even more impressive. She has to admire the way the slight sheen on their bodies highlights their carved shapes and angles so well. But there's no time to get horny. She's got some bulls to beat up.

That might be a vast overestimation of her direct fighting skills, but without confidence, she's got nothing. At least they're slow. The first one winds up a punch so telegraphed that she has enough time to commit a detailed retelling of her recent adventures to a page with ink and quill before he actually swings. She easily ducks down and slips behind him, trying to pinpoint where exactly on his muscular back he might have a weak spot. A memory strikes her, and she gives a four-fingered blow right to the base of his spine, just above his tail that sends a shock of sensation through his whole body. Or it's supposed to.

When he snorts in surprise and drops to one knee, she's admittedly surprised at how effective that was. Maybe she's better at this than she thinks. Another lunges, coming at her in both hands in an attempt to bearhug her to his barrel chest. She's not even sure she would survive such a thing, but she's easily able to duck down and slide right through his meaty legs, sweeping at one of his hooves in the process. Her momentum is enough that she knocks him right over, feeling him like a tree as he crashes to the floor, thankfully not on top of her.

Now she's made them angry. The next one comes at her not with his fists, but with his horns. He breaks into a charge in an instant, accelerating to frightful speed that would have been terribly painful to collide with, but she's already out of the way. He keeps going, blindly raging right past her until he crashes into a while. His horns don't stick in it, but he does clonk his head on the solid stone hard enough to crumple to the floor, groaning and clutching his skull. Looks like he's out of the fight. Just two more to go.

The first one flails an arm in her direction, then another. He seems to never run out of stamina, swinging and swinging while she sidesteps, ducks, or even leaps over his crushing blows, listening to them whistling through the air. None of them touch her, until she sees the opportunity to take him by the thick wrist and use all that force and weight against him. It's his own strength that sees him flipping over her shoulder, his own momentum that has him slamming down on the floor, his hooves kicking through the air. By his defeated groan, she's down to one.

That bull's managed to scramble up after tumbling, leaving her one on one with him. He doesn't try to strike her, but instead just puffs his chest out, daring her to strike. Any attack will be an easy opportunity for him to counter with something powerful, even deadly. He doesn't just want to hurt her, he is entirely likely to kill her if he gets a single punch in. Even so, she's a little sorry for what she has to do next to ensure her survival and victory alike. But only a little.

While his muscular body might as well be covered in armour for how likely it is to deflect any of her strikes, his mere loincloth doesn't offer him any particular protection to his most vulnerable place. A swift, booted straight kick up and between his thighs hits him right where it hurts most. There's a moo of pain as his eyes go wide and his expression twists from one of arrogance to that of shock. Then he collapses, clutching himself, curled up into a ball of masculine agony. He doesn't get up.

The triumphant leopardess stands above her defeated foes, panting. She has to admit she's a bit surprised at herself. Who knew she had that in her? Maybe she should start forgoing the whole stealth thing and just kick people more. Her attention returns to the sorcerer as he shouts out at his minions.

"Fools! Oafs! What do you think you're doing down there? Get up and deal with the intruder!" he shrieks.

"Can't do it, boss," one of them says.

"Too fast," another fusses, from where he's sprawled.

"Unnnngh," groans the third, still clinging to his poor nuts with both hands.

They're not getting up. Maybe their pride is more wounded than their bodies, but they're nonetheless not paid enough to deal with someone like her. She approaches the magical bat, her eyes narrowed. Any moment now, and he's going to make his move. She can dart forth quickly enough to prevent any sort of extensive spellcasting, but that's surely not the only trick he has up the sleeves of his robe. Even when he looks defeated, even scared. For every step she takes towards him, he takes one step back, his hands raised. A small thing like him has no chance against her, if she can just get close enough.

"Useless louts ... fine then. We can negotiate. There's no need for violence."

She doesn't go for her knives. She feels she won't need them. Eventually, she backs him up against his alchemy table, where something still bubbles away, unattended.

"I don't know, wizard. Your guards seemed pretty violent to me."

"Wiz- wh - why I never ...." To her amusement, he absolutely sputters at hearing her calling him that. "Wizard? Do not take me for some invoker of paltry figments. Soon all shall know the name of Vale. Starting with you."

Before she can pounce on him, he hastily knocks over the vial he was working with, shattering it and spilling the contents all over. Smoke rises up and shrouds the room in darkness, leaving her recoiling, coughing, trying not to breathe too much. No amount of agility can dodge a room-filling substance like that. She's soon under the effects of something, but she has no time to consider what he's done before the spirits start attacking.

They come at her, flashing teeth and claws, leaping from the smoke. Their exact forms are difficult to discern. They're like living shadows, bending and writhing as they slice through the air, charging at her. It's like a living nightmare. She can't dodge them all. Crying out as one of them puts its claws right through her chest, she only then realizes that she doesn't feel anything. They're nothing more than illusions. Or perhaps hallucinations.

She's not sure exactly what he's dosed her up with, but no doubt it's potent. If she can just find him in the smog, she can force him to undo that spell, even if it means strangling it out of him. But where has he gone? At the same time that smoke hit her, he vanished. She's left flailing through the harmless nightmares, trying not to inhale too much. But she has to breathe sometimes, and every time she does, she feels herself feeling a little oddly calmer, a little less angry with him.

No! She mustn't fall under his spell. There's a technique she remembers being taught to resist this very kind of thing. She simply needs to find something to focus on, a shred of her identity to preserve before he can fully control her. But what defines her in this moment? She doesn't have to think big, like what she intends to do when she retires from the adventuring life. What does she desire most in this exact second of her existence?

Perhaps it is to seek revenge, to decimate and humiliate the smug spellcaster however she likes. Or is it to rob him blind, to take his most precious belongings for herself? Surely such a thing exists in a vault somewhere. While similar thoughts of getting back at him for putting her under such a spell, they are distinct enough that she can only focus on one of them, and hope that her desires are intense enough to push back the effects of his magic.

What should she do?

(Focus on harming him)

(Focus on robbing him)

Ending 4

(Continues from Focus on robbing him)

Pushing violent revenge from her mind, she keeps her mind carefully trained on thoughts of taking absolutely everything he'll miss most. That's a much more fitting way to get back at him anyway. She wants that so badly that it pushes back his efforts to utterly control her, though she still finds herself feeling quite stuck in her body. It's not responding to her efforts to move, leaving her kneeling there, doing little more than intensely considering how much she's going to enjoy robbing him.

"Resilient, I'll give you that," he mocks as he approaches.

He's within grabbing distance at this point. For just a moment, she stops thinking about what she can take from him, and instead strays to considering what she'll do if she manages to get her hands on him. That brief lapse is enough to throw her off track, to break her concentration and leave her confused, and that's all it takes. She feels him breaking past her mental defenses as if with a battering ram, grabbing hold of everything that keeps her who she is and squeezing. Metaphorically speaking.

"Much better," Vale says, standing up tall, or as tall as he can above her kneeling form. "You had me worried for a moment there. Slightly. Now, let's see just how easy you are to control."

From there, he loosens a simple belt that keeps his loose breeches up, and strips himself from the waist down to let a half-stiff cock flop free. It doesn't take him long to firm up in her face. She doesn't flinch or move at all even as she internally grimaces at the feeling of him rubbing his dick along her cheeks, along her lips, even right across her nose so she can catch his subtle scent. From there, he places one hand firmly on top of her head, pressing his fingers to her scalp, leaving her with the sensation of him groping around in her thoughts. From there, he issues a simple command.

"Suck."

With a jab of his hips, he offers his shaft to her, and she is compelled to obey. Not only does she have to do what he says, but he makes her throw herself into as if she longs for nothing more than the treat of giving him a blowjob. He keeps his hand right where it is, not physically guiding her, but mentally projecting the absolute desire to pleasure him. She licks her way from his soft balls up to the point of his dick, swiping off a little bead of precum she's already made him form, just by kneeling there, ready to serve him. His tastes pretty good, smooth and warm, but that's far from the point as he mind controls her into getting him off.

She uses all her well-trained skills as she engulfs him in the wet confines of her mouth all in one wet stroke. It doesn't take magic to give her some supreme blowjob talents. With a tip of her head to one side, she seals her lips tightly around his shaft and starts to bob, letting him take some deep stimulation from sliding along her tongue. She gulps every drop of the juices he spurts down her throat while she loyally sucks away. For the slightest moment, his concentration seems to waver as he fights to keep his eyes from rolling back. That's some truly exquisite suckling, nursing at his dick so firmly his knees briefly buckle until he manages to get a hold of himself, clearing his throat to speak.

"That's a good thief. You want nothing more than to please me. Now, and forever."

While she blows him, she can feel him digging even deeper into her thoughts, acquiring even more control. He clutches her internally while she makes him quiver with pleasure. The longer he spends working with her mind, shaping her to his will, the more she finds herself enjoying sucking him off. He is powerful, he is great, and she increasingly wants nothing more than to prove herself a good pet by making him cum right in her mouth. It's enough to leave her clinging and groping at his hips, trying to pull him even deeper inside her mouth, to swallow as much of his cock as she possibly can.

From there, he tightens his grip, not just on her mind, but on her head, digging his fingers into her hair so he can respond to her eagerness with a nice, sloppy facefuck. By now, his juices are pouring down her chin, splattering onto her covered bust as they mix with her saliva. She's drooling for him, worshipping him with every wet suck, even adding some purrs to the stimulation. Rumbling around his dick is enough to make almost anyone erupt. He's left digging in his heels to keep from falling right over under the power of that sucking treatment she's giving him. For a moment, it's hard to say who's more under whose spell.

It all comes to a messy finish once she slurps him just right, right where the base of his dick meets his balls, tingling that sensitive spot to make him twitch and clench like mad. His nuts round out with the tension flexing through them, his cock twitches between her soft black lips, and he sheaths himself in her throat as deeply as he can reach before he finally goes over the edge. She remains latched on, eagerly guzzling his pre until he gives her something more to swallow. The richly hot ropes of bat cum shoot straight down her throat, leaving her with no choice but to drink it down in large, throat-bulging ullps.

He's productive for a small bat. Maybe it's a little magic enhancement. Or maybe he's just been worked up, being focused on his work for so long. He dumps a fat load straight into her belly until she can feel the pleasing warmth sloshing there. Only then does he rapidly yank from her gripping maw and project the rest all over her face. She gapes her jaws for him, letting him cum on her outstretched tongue when he's not just splattering her features in fresh spunk. Plenty of it pours down all over her armour, she doesn't care. She just wants to soak up as much of his cum as she possibly can show him what a good, mind-broken slave she can be.

Panting, he cautiously releases his grip on her head, waiting to see if the spell indeed holds. She doesn't move, but for cupping her hands under her face to catch the cum that drips from her features. She drools it into her palls as she kneels there, mouth open in a steamy pant, and then she laps it up from her fingers just so she can drink a little more of the precious stuff. If that's not a convincing enough display of her controlled state, then her eager purring while he wipes his wet dick across her cheeks surely must seal the deal.

Considering her for a time, he looms there, tapping his chin. Then he simply nods to her.

"Up you get. Follow me to my chambers. Let's see just how far you'll truly let me go."

She does just as he tells her as soon as he speaks. He doesn't bother putting his pants back on to make the small journey to his bedroom. Despite the apparent underground lair, the room has a window overlooking a lush valley, as if they've transported somewhere else entirely in the process of crossing the threshold into his room. There's a large bed big enough to fit a whole family that's truly excessive for someone of his stature, but she doesn't question it. She's simply standing there, swishing her tail, dripping cum, eagerly rumbling as she awaits his next command.

"Strip down. Let me see all those spots, leopard."

He hasn't even bothered to learn her name yet, she realizes, somewhere in the back of her magic-addled mind. And she quickly decides she doesn't care. He doesn't need to know. She's just his now, and nothing more. Getting out of her armour is an elaborate process, but she hasn't forgotten how to do it despite how much of her thinking he's managed to overwrite. It all feels so natural, as if she always wished to be a wizard's slut, and he just found that urge hidden away inside her.

Everything she's brought with her thuds to the floor once she's fully naked. Vale requires much less effort to get himself bare before her. Looking her over like she's nothing more than another book to be studied, scanning up and down the form that positively towers over her, he eventually settles on giving her spotty rump a firm enough slap to make it jiggle. That gets nothing more than a pleased mewl from her. She still hasn't said much, but by the adoration she gives him with every glance, he's successfully taken control of her.

"Get on the bed and stretch yourself out. Spread your legs for me," comes his next command.

Perhaps she surprises even him with how eager she is to follow his directions. Leaping past him, she pounces onto the bed and swiftly turns herself onto her back to offer him her soaking pussy. The desire that's built in her after sucking his cock like the slave she is leaves her absolutely drenched, radiating pheromones thicker than his soft scent. He needs only follow his nose towards the needy cat while she mrowls for him, loudly fussing with the need that courses through her. Climbing up onto the bed, he finds his place between her thighs, his head nestled right atop her tits.

Latching onto a teat, he gives it a long, firm suckle. Then it's time for him to just grope her hefty breasts, even slap them around a little. They're all his to play with, he seems to realize. The thought makes his cock even firmer than it was with her lips wrapped around it. He doesn't waste too much time teasing her. There's still work to be done. Instead, he just gets himself comfortable atop her and points his cock straight at her tender pussy, slathering himself up in her juices, grinding, humping, bouncing up and down on her before he even penetrates her, watching those juicy curves shake for him. She's so soft without the hard outer layer of black leather.

He can't help a stifled moan when he sinks inside her at last. She's so much bigger than him, engulfing his whole shaft with ease, but there's still plenty for her to clench down on once he's buried balls deep in her wet sex. There's no build up to his pounding. He may be small, but he's got strength enough to shake the bed and her body alike, bouncing her tits around his head as he buries his face in her cleavage through the process of rutting her as hard as he can. Maybe it's not devastating, but that bat cock schlicks in and out of her pussy smoothly, sweetly, bringing out her deepest rumbles until he commands her to give him even more.

"Moan for me! Tell me ... hff ... tell me you adore your new master. Wail before my glory, pet."

The thwap thwap of his balls spanking against her wet folds go well with her instant compliance.

"Yesss, Master Vale. Show me who I belong to. Your cock feels so good inside me. I was always meant to be yours ..." she cries in a quavering voice.

"More!" he demands.

"I was a fool to ever try to fight you. I understand now. I'm nothing more than your dumb thief slut to use and breed. And I'll love every second of it ..."

Whether the words are her own or his, fed through her magically enraptured mind, it doesn't matter anymore. His urges are her own. The spell isn't a temporary one. He's free to plap his nuts on her anytime he likes, stuffing her full of bat cock until he feels her getting tighter. The one semblance of control she still has over him is the urgent squeezing of her insides around his buried shaft, hugging, milking, eagerly gripping him as if to demand he cum inside her before he's even had a chance to properly savour fucking her.

He manages to resist at first, plowing into her, working himself into a hot, panting state with the effort. The arcane arts don't exactly leave time for stamina training. He clings to her, grips her by the fat tits, and licks her cleavage while he tries his best to stifle the moans that escape him while she rapidly approaches climax around his cock. Buried, nestled deep inside her, he falls into that spasming, twitching state once more, convulsing with the potent contractions of an orgasm he simply can't hold back any longer. She remains sprawled out, arms up, fully exposing herself to him while she rockets right to a peak right along with her new master.

A few last wild, lunging thrusts of his hips and he wraps his arms around her, burying himself as deep as he can get inside his pet. He's locked between her thighs, squeezed firmly by her curves while he immersed himself in her scent, her touch, her soft warmth against his body. It all brings him into that nut-tightening state of absolute bliss before he grunts his way through another heave release deep inside her. The high-pressure bat cum paints her womb, splatters and and soaks and fills her until there's spunk oozing from her well-used pussy lips. Plenty more squirts from her as she pumps her way through her own orgasm, ensuring she shares her heated scent with him in the process of soaking him right back.

With cum dripping down the inside of her thighs, and still from her lips and features, his taste on her tongue, his seed in her womb, she falls into nothing more than a dumbly drooling, faintly giggling state. He raises his head to admire her, squeezing her tits a few more times, giving them one last little lick across both nips, and finally rises. A schlurking tug from her cunt sends more cum pouring from her, splashing onto the silky sheets below. He hmmfs and gasps and slowly puts himself back together until he's finally coherent once more, sweating as he kneels between her thighs.

"Very good. Back to work. I shall be sure to call you when I need you. Until then - do keep yourself entertained. Think of me, edge yourself, but don't go off until I return. I want you absolutely ripe when I'm finished with my work."

She smiles to him and nods, already reaching down to rub at her sex with her whole palm while he gets up to leave her there, steaming in the aftermath of that mind-controlled fuck. The spell remains firmly clamped upon her mind, and she floods herself with thoughts of serving him, of being rutted by that short bat just like she deserves. She's just going to lie there, masturbating, thinking about all she wants him to do to her, tormenting herself with rising pleasure that won't have relief until he's horny for her once more. At the very least, it probably won't be long until he wants her again, and again, over and over for as long as he keeps her in his service. For a powerful, possibly death-defying mage like him, that may very well be forever.

GAME OVER

Ending 5

(Continues from focus on harming him)

The more she dwells on it, the more she wants to hurt him. She's come all this way. She overcame all sorts of dangers. And all so he can work his petty illusions and defeat her without even giving her a proper fight? She hates that. She hates spellcasters with such a passion that it might very well help her break out of his attempted mind control. The tendrils of his magic grope through his skull, but she refuses to let him latch on. Not when she is so motivated, so furious, so very ready to annihilate him as soon as she can get her hands on him.

"My. You're a feisty one, aren't you? Not many put up this much resistance."

His voice seems bigger when it's echoing from all around her at once. She swings her hands at the air, clawing through the persistent shadows, left staggering for how thick that smoke feels in her lungs.

"Hm. And here I thought you'd make a proper pet," he goes on. "But someone like you seems too dangerous to keep around. Ah well. You shall witness my power!"

Now she feels as if she's being pushed and squeezed from all hands at once. At first she thinks those are his hands groping her all over, but it seems more that it's some sort of magical force. Disoriented by the illusion as she is, she can't even find him to interrupt his lengthy spellcasting. His voice seems to grow deeper and louder with each arcane syllable he chants. Her armour seems to get looser, too, until she can barely hold it on her body any longer. Only when he's completely finished his spell does the illusion finally clear.

She finds herself kneeling on the floor, pinned beneath her own oversized armour. Scrambling and crawling out of it, she sees the room once more, but now the walls and ceiling seem so much farther away. The tables of his workstation seem to be as towering as the sky. And so too is the bat himself. He stands above her like a titan, a giant compared to her mouse-sized form. The shrinking process was smooth enough she didn't even notice it happening, right up until the moment she stands peering up at him. She doesn't like that hungry-looking smirk.

Without much further thought on the situation, she darts away, dodging beneath the tail, leaving the smug sorcerer grumbling as he chases after her. There's simply no moving faster enough to get away from him. Her tiny legs don't get her far before he leaps on her and catches her in both hands. At least he's gentle as he scoops her up, clasping her carefully in his palms as the floor gets farther and farther away. She feels as if she's miles up by the time he's holding her in front of his face. His breath is warm and sweet with something she can't quite place as it rushes past her naked form like a gale. His every word shakes her to the core.

"You are quick. But no one overcomes me. You shall contribute nicely to my waistline and nothing more, little afterthought."

At her full size, his form was hardly intimidating. Resting naked on his palm, mere inches from his mouth, she can't help but realize how big his teeth are. He's still a bat, even if he's a smaller one. She just has to hope he's not prone to playing with his food. Though she regrets that thought when he just goes for it without any further ceremony. Mouth open wide, saliva glistening, tongue outstretched, he shoves her into his waiting maw while she flails and cries out. She barely has time to get out a "no!" before she's already engulfed in the humid confines of his mouth.

Of course, she's not going down without a fight. She slips and slides on his scratchy tongue, losing a bit of fur in the process of rubbing up against that abrasive thing, but she still struggles to her feet nonetheless. Getting her hands on the wet roof of his mouth allows her to make one last desperate effort to keep him from sealing her away. She braces her paws atop his tongue, stretches her arms above her, and pushes with all her diminished might. Her strength has shrunken down just as much as her body, allowing him to easily overpower her, locking his lips together and forcing her to collapse once her shaking arms buckle under the pressure, sending her sprawling over his tongue with a wet splat.

From there, she's left simply scrambling while he pushes her from cheek to cheek, rolling her over his palate to get a good taste. He gives a few smacks of his lips, suckles on her, and eventually just swallows down the leopard-flavoured saliva she helps him work up in the process of tasting her. From there he simply gives an audible hmm of consideration, letting her rest upon his tongue, desperately grasping at the slippery thing to keep from sliding to the back. The tug of his beckoning peristalsis is ever present, threatening to drag her away if she loses her balance for just a moment.

"Hmm. Not bad, not bad. A little leathery. Do you live in that armour? But nonetheless, something sweet about you. I won't mind tasting you for a while after you're gone. Now, time to be rid of you so I can start cleaning this place up."

There's no time to reason with him or beg. Nor can she get any sort of effective struggle going when everything is so very slippery and sloppy, soaking in her kitty wizard spit. She flails and slides around as he slowly tips his head back, trying to cling to his tongue, even to his teeth. It's impossible to get a grip on anything when everything's so thoroughly lubricated with saliva. She feels the first squeezes of his throat around her paws and she knows it's hopeless, but that certainly doesn't mean she has to accept it. There's no possible way she's just letting some damn smug spellcaster swallow her whole without a fight.

Not that it makes much of a difference. He's done savouring her. Now she's just a meal. Down she goes, kicking and wiggling, into the clutches of his gullet. One good ulllp seals away in darkness, and then one more even firmer swallow that completely overtakes her entire shrunken form with powerful, kneading flesh. Down she goes, descending as a visible bulge straight down the small bat's throat. She plunges with a muffled cry until she's fallen all the way to the bottom of Vale's belly, forced down by those contracting muscles until she splashes into a pit of steaming hot juices.

It's enough to make her feel like she's already being cooked a little. She's sweltering in there, coughing on the acidic air that sears her lungs a little more every time she gasps herself full of it. Just when she thinks she's found her balance, Vale gives himself a satisfied pat on the gut, and the shockwave of that impact sends her splashing into the juices once more.

They tingle, they audibly sizzle, already starting to irritate her skin once it's soaked through her fur. Struggling just seems likely to get her even more coated in the stuff, but it won't make much of a difference either way. The level is already rising, already threatening to submerge her completely in mundane stomach acids. For a powerful sorcerer or whatever, Vale's insides are perfectly ordinary, ready to work her over like any other piece of meat, even while she's still wiggling.

A clap on his chest helps to coax out a little belch that only sees the fleshy prison around the leopardess closing in on her tighter. The juices rise higher, leaving her sputtering, trying not to swallow any of them as she gets kneaded by the inward clenches of active digestion. His insides certainly waste no time, and neither does he. He's already moving on as if he's forgotten about the whole hassle. There's broken glass to sweep up and spilled reagents to clean from his table and floor alike. Such a bother she was, but she's insignificant now, fated, condemned either to do nothing more than melt and be absorbed as she soaks in his hot stomach acids.

After several minutes of futile squirming inside him, she's still done nothing to slow the advance of digestion. Every sloshing gurgle makes her a little softer, a little less herself, and the powerful automatic clenches of that stomach help to knead her into mush. She's slowly converting into thick chyme, stripped down, melted, turned to mush for him to absorb and use in his short, slender body. Of all the things to ever devour her, it had to be him, such a small, unimposing fellow, and a spellcaster at that. Of all the ways she didn't want to go, getting digested by Vale is among the top of the list, but there's nothing she can do now but glorp and glosh until she's completely, utterly gone, with not even a twitch left to indicate her presence inside him.

GAME OVER

Portal Pathway

(Continues from go for a swim in the river)

The previous trips were easy to figure out, but before she can reach that portal, it gives a sudden flicker and splits swiftly into three. She's left shielding her eyes from the sheer bombardment of lights in her face. All three of those magical passageways beckong for her to approach seem to battle for her attention. They weave in and out of each other at first, only lining up alongside one another after some initial confusion. She glimpses some blurry impressions of the destinations on the other side, though she can only guess what she's truly looking at.

One appears green and wooded, probably a forest of some sort. As far as treasure-hunting destinations go, it doesn't quite seem like the most likely candidate for finding something of value. Which is exactly what draws her to it at first glance. The least obvious places have always been where she's found the best loot. Of course, she can't ignore the gleaming appeal of the other destinations. One glitters gold and ruby, immediately setting off something of a treasure sense within her mind. Whatever's through that portal is almost undoubtedly valuable, even if it's not quite what she's looking for. Then there's the third one. Squinting closely, she tries to make sense of it.

The portal itself seems to be caught in a state of constant chaos, shifting and bending from one colour to the next, giving her very little hint at what kind of place might be on the other side. That might mean it's a dangerously unstable portal that could bring her anywhere in the known universe, or beyond - or it might be deliberately obscured by someone who does not wish to be found. The latter possibility is of course a great temptation, if a risky one.

She's going to have to make a decision either way. Her initial tip didn't exactly come with a map. So far in her adventuring career, her instincts have led her into moderate trouble at most. There's no one she trusts more than herself. With one more good look at the paths branching out before her, she steps forth to take the disorienting leap to an unknown realm.

What does she do?

(Enter the forest portal)

(Enter the shiny portal)

(Enter the shifting portal)

Mahiri vs Ravir

For anonymous

(Continues from Enter the shiny portal)

If she's not mistaken, that's a vault portal. A well-hidden one indeed, but wide open before her. What sort of thief would she be if she didn't follow the call of treasure? Of course, she's well aware it's likely to be loaded with traps. She's also aware that nobody protects something with deadly traps unless it's spectacularly valuable. If every something invaluable were to be stored somewhere, a vault seems the most likely option. Cursing the need to travel by portal yet again, she leaps through the glimmering rift.

Her most roguish of senses are soon tingling to their fullest to see the riches laid out all around her as she enters that vast chamber of wealth. A less keen adventurer might not be as excited as her, to look around the museum-like room. Old paintings and statues might be less immediately striking as a pile of gold coins, but she knows well that such things bring far more rewards than anything else. Of course, there's the question of how exactly she's going to carry all that back out the way she came, but first she does a thorough visual scan for signs of traps.

It can be as subtle as a slight indent that betrays the presence of a pressure plate, or the tiniest gleam of an unseen string, just waiting to be severed. She might not be the magical sort, but she knows runes and wards when she sees them too. Her eyes narrow, and she carefully takes in every last detail of the room, every floor tile, every pedestal. All she can conclude is that the artifact she seeks isn't there. And also - there are no actual doors in or out of the place. Whoever stocks such a rich vault must do so via portal. For all she knows, it's contained somewhere deep under the sea, or floating through the sky, or perhaps even concealed in plain sight, entirely invisible. She has no way of knowing what's on the other side of those walls.

Before she can get to looting, she has a visitor. He materializes as if from nothing as soon as she takes a single step, landing solid on two feet to glare at her from across the vault. How he knew she was there isn't clear to her. Perhaps the entire chamber is alarmed to the slightest presence. Either way, she has to stop and take stock of that intruder - or perhaps guardian is the better word, for she's the one intruding. By the look on the white lion's face, he's not happy to see her there. By his state of undress, he was in the middle of something.

She actually recognizes him, she realizes. An adventurer like her at times, a mercenary or killer at others, Ravir's reputation is such that she's never worked with him. Crossing him isn't something she would have done if she knew who that vault belongs to. But now that she's there, confronted by an expression of boiling rage. She's just going to have to size him up and consider what to do.

The sabre-toothed snarl he's giving her is a prominent feature, but her eyes stray instead to his naked form. That exceptionally toned body comes equipped with a semi-firm shaft resting atop a pair of impressive nuts. Of course she steals a glance. Then she's back up to his eyes, returning his furious gaze with an expression of bemusement. Oh, she knows he's incredibly dangerous, even unarmed as he is, and has every right to be violently angry with her, but she's not going to let herself be intimidated. Not visibly anyway.

"Ah. You must be the vault guardian. Or perhaps the owner? Prefer to do your own dirty work?" she casually asked him.

His first response is nothing more than a guttural noise. After that, he stares down his muzzle at her.

"Don't sass me, thief."

"Thief! How rude. I have yet to even touch anything. Who's to say I'm not lost?" She flashes him the most shameless of grins.

"Nobody finds this place by accident," comes his growled reply. He does not return the smile.

She doesn't bother to correct him, even if he's wrong. For the most part, it was an accident, an anomaly of portal travel that caused various entry points to gather together, or however one of the magic dorks might explain it. No time to consider that. She can see him squaring for a fight, seconds away from simply charging her. A big cat like him is likely to be faster than his bulky form implies, and being totally naked isn't going to make him any less deadly if he gets his meaty hands on her. She's going to have to deal with him somehow.

Though she's not one to underestimate a foe of his size, a cursory scan of his mass and musculature reveals significant concentration of strength in his upper body. Not that his solid legs are even remotely small, but she wonders if she might be able to get under him and take out his legs. That might grant her just enough time to grab a few choice pieces of loot and exit - or perhaps to follow up with something more deadly, if she feels it necessary. Of course, that option will bring her into direct combat with him, should it fail, and she doesn't like her odds going toe to toe with him.

Perhaps a better approach is something more devious. There's really no end to the amount of dangerous concoctions she carries on her person at any given time. The tiniest of vials can have a big effect if she uses them right. Most of them she's even immune to, or at least resistant. Though even then, a deadly poison or a singing acid in such a confined space seems a poor choice. Perhaps she's better off using something less vicious, something that will infect his mind with an intoxicating aroma, and more easily bend him to her will. Presuming, of course, she manages to ignore the effects it might have on her own concentration.

Of course, all that brawn tends to come at the expense of the brains department. She is sufficiently gifted in body and mind alike that she has other options. All she needs to do is think of a convincing bluff. Looking him right in the eyes and speaking utter falsehoods might seem a risky venture, but she suspects it might bend him to her will, one way or another. Perhaps he'll be convinced, or perhaps he'll just find her so alluring he won't care. He does seem like he was about to get intimate before she interrupted him, whether with a partner or himself. Surely a big, naked lion stud isn't impervious to some seductively spoken lies.

Maybe she shouldn't even consider confronting him, directly or indirectly. As much as she hates to even think about it, the safest course of action would be to toss some smoke and leap back through the portal without so much as a single piece of treasure, before he can react. A cowardly tactic, most certainly, but she hasn't made it this far by mistaking stupidity for bravery. Or honour. Or honesty. Or so on. Whatever she does, the dilation of the lion guardian's pupils tells her he is moments away from striking. It's time to decide.

What should she do?

(Sweep the leg)

(Toss an aphrodisiac)

(Roll charm and bluff)

(Fuck this, smoke bomb time)

Ending 1

(Continues from "Sweep the leg.")

When he goes high, she goes low. The same holds true for many of her encounters, in truth. Time itself seems to slow down as he makes his charge. She sees his lips curling back in a truly vicious snarl, baring the full extent of those sabre-fangs. His muscles ripple as he prepares a strike that would surely knock her out in a single blow. If not worse. Ducking down, she spins her body, turning herself into a weapon. He may be a wall of seemingly unshakable muscle, but she knows the right attack to the right spot can fell even the mightiest of warriors.

He's quicker than she expected. She dodges his attack just as easily as he dodges hers. That leaves them both back where they started, except now they're much closer together. She gets a moment to step back before he grabs her by the shoulders with shocking speed. There was no way to get out of the way of that. He has her firmly, growling in her face while she struggles to break that grip. In a battle of strength, she has no chance. He gives her a shake, lifts her effortlessly off her feet, and then throws her to the floor, stunning her. In a moment, he's upon her.

Rather than go for the throat, he instead focuses on disarming her. There are plenty of blades to remove from her person and toss aside. It's a methodical process, despite her thrashing. She kicks him in the gut a few times and marvels at just how solid his muscles really are. When her fighting proves bothersome enough, he puts a hand around her throat to choke her into submission. She weakens and weakens as he cuts off her air supply, gasping and wheezing when he lets go at last. Really, she's insulted. She wasn't even planning on trying to stab him unless absolutely necessary.

At least she finds the room to roll away and get back to her feet. If it's going to be a brawl, she'll give him one. He seems to be waiting for her to strike. They circle for a few moments, before she just goes for it. Such a solid kick would have been devastating to anyone else, but it simply thuds against his chest without moving him in the slightest. Worse, it allows him to grab her foot and drag her towards him. Then he has her other leg, lifting her straight up in the air while she smacks at his head a few times. There's nothing she can do to stop him from slamming her down right on the spot, pounding her into the floor shoulders-first, leaving her disoriented and utterly devastated, if not broken.

With her smacked down flat, legs sticking up in the air, he seizes the opportunity to start stripping off her pants. Which is a considerable effort given all the belts and straps, but he's determined. He has plenty of time, too. She's not going anywhere after being cratered into the cold floor. He drags those leathers from her spotty thighs, taking her undergarments right with them. Off they go, tossed aside with her weaponry as he mounts her. Of course he does. Slipping into a powerful, dominant piledriver position lets him loom above her, snarling to the point of drooling.

"Let me show you what happens to people who try to steal from me," he rumbles, as if what he's about to do needs any introduction.

She's left far too stunned to do much more than faintly squirm and murmur as he folds her in half beneath him, grinding his stiffening cock against the folds of her exposed sex. There's already a light glaze of desire upon them, inspired by the mere sight of his naked form. She only grows wetter the longer he rubs on her, no matter how forceful he might be about it. He thickens out to an impressive size, grinding the entire length of his dick against her increasingly sloppy folds. It doesn't take him long to find the spot he wants, sinking snugly into her pussy while he drives her body into the floor, bringing his weight down all in one harsh thrust.

It doesn't take him long to completely bottom out inside her. She manages to get a brief glimpse of the aggression fading from his expression for a moment, just to savour the pleasure of penetrating her. Then it's all snarls again, gnashing his teeth as he starts pounding her with his hands wrapped firmly around her legs, right at the knees. He keeps her feet up over her head and her shoulders planted right where he slammed her down as he pumps down into her, squatting with each thrust. It must be a hell of a workout, she muses in her daze, but he doesn't slow down for anything. Not once he's felt the snug embrace of her violated sex wrapped firmly around his dick, occasionally clamping down even tighter as the pleasure admittedly gets to her.

Soon it's all inelegant grunting and the occasional groan as he thumps her hard, stuffing her full of lion cock, slapping her with his nuts. She couldn't have lost that fight any worse. Perhaps she should have expected such a thing, coming at him barehanded. Something sneaky would have been a much better fit for bringing down such a brute. For now, she just has to try not to curl her toes or mewl too obviously while he spanks her pussy with his balls, slamming that shaft into her to the very hilt. Every thrust is as brutal as the last. He barely even puffs much despite hammering her soon-soaking pussy at a relentless rate, driving all the way inside, yanking all the way back out, and then sheathing himself inside her all over again.

It's enough to make her twitch, to make her convulse and writhe as she squeezes down on his cock tighter with his every thrust. His pace only quickens in response, as if he's trying to fight against her contractions of rising pleasure. He refuses to slow down. She's going to bear some bruises for how hard he's smacking her with his hips, but thankfully her ass is nice and cushy. She's still shaped into a U, her curling toes near her ears as he pushes even more weight down on her. The schlick and spank of his reaming her drowns out much of their own rumbling noise. She can't help but return some of those sounds. Her purrs and whimpers of forced pleasure might be humiliating to let escape, but she can't help but confess how good it feels getting utterly annihilated by the big, strong warrior.

Parts of her are numb and others are just outright sore by the time he starts giving those telltale flexes, those cock-bulging throbs that tease his impending orgasm. She yowls and shrieks her way through the whole process of feeling his balls tense up, feeling him flex and shudder just before blowing a hot load in her pussy. Her mrowl of disapproval comes even as she quivers her way through the process of getting filled with thick lion cum. He audibly spurts inside her as trails of overflowing cream cascade down her thighs and belly. She eventually gets some in the face once it's trickled over her leatherclad tits, basting her in rich lion scent.

Of course, just because she's bruised, shaken, and filled with spunk doesn't mean she doesn't have any fight left in her. The moment he pulls out of her sore cunt, she aims a kick at his face that he catches just before it makes contact. That just leaves him growling a warning in response, reaching down to seize her by the arms once more. Dragging her across the floor while she thrashes, he finds a spot to pounce her and continue with the stripping process. There's cum all over the upper half of her armour, so he helpfully relieves her of it, and everything that might be useful to her in a last ditch effort to escape in the process.

Once unbound, her breasts bounce free, seeming to double in size all of a sudden. He gives a brief grin at that before yanking a fistful of her hair to shove her face between his thighs. Reclining against a pillar lets him relax while he rubs his dick on her face, and down across the swell of her bust. That just leaves even more of his musk on her fur as she flinches away from the disrespect. A foolish side of her wants to try to bite him out of anger, but hit or miss, she knows that won't end well for her. Instead, she's just forced to comply with his wishes. Her struggling and wrestling with him is token by now, but still persistent, exhausting herself shoving at him until he just smacks the side of her head and presses his cock against her lips as if to make her kiss.

When she doesn't prove accommodating to his wishes, he instead just jams a fist on the back of her head and shoves his dick down her throat all in a single thrust. It chokes her at first, but she quickly adjusts. He doesn't care if she sucks or not. All he needs is the warmth of her wet mouth to fuck. The clinging remnants of his cum and her own juices smear across her tongue as he grinds the rough texture into his cock. He's not afraid of a little overstimulation, nor is he worried about suffocating her. He barely gives her time to gasp between thrusts, and soon he gives even less as he curls his legs around the back of her head, plunging even deeper into her bulging throat, locking her there with his nose buried in his crotch.

She breathes nothing but lion while he uses her mouth for his pleasure, sometimes tugging her hair to further tease her. Mostly, he just sits back, arms behind his head, and enjoys her shaking and glurking as she struggles not to choke on the fat dick stuffed straight down her throat. His legs are plenty strong enough to hold her in place and keep her bobbing up and down, playing with her natural resistance to shove her back down to the hilt every time she tries to pull back. A muffled hmmmf of complaint escapes her as the air situation gets critical, but that's still not enough to dissuade him from fucking her face as hard and deeply as he wants.

He refuses to let her go until he's done, no matter how weak she gets. It's not long before her eyes are going white, rolling back as she shudders her way down near to unconsciousness. Her arms slump down by her sides, unable to push against him anymore. He holds her there and dumps another load right down her throat, even as her muffled cries fade to silence. There's nothing but the spluch of his cum shooting right down into her belly, and then overflowing, trickling from her nose when there's simply no room for any of it to go. For a while, as he empties his nuts inside her motionless body, it seems like she might be dead. She's hardly aware of anything happening to her for as long as it takes for him to finish his dangerous cumshot, but the feeling floods back when he pulls out at last.

That took so much out of her that she can't do anything more than lay flat on her face, coughing and wheezing her way back to awareness as she struggles to refill her strained lungs. She barely even feels the extra rope or two of spunk splashing on the back of her head while she recovers. Ravir isn't nearly done with her, stroking his dick smoothly above her prone form while she puts her mind back together, but he gives her a moment at least. Eventually, she manages to plant her hands and slowly struggle back up to her knees. He cups her chin and makes her look up at him through blurred vision.

"You're supposed to be my toy. But there's not much fun to be had with a toy that breaks so easily," he thunders, an air of threat in every word.

Soon, he overwhelms her in a tight embrace, enveloping her in his bulky arms so he can kneel down behind her. His muscular chest presses to her back and he squeezes her just below the breasts until her spine gives an audible pop. It doesn't help her catch her breath any easier. She faintly struggles, faintly mewls, but the resistance has been slam-fucked out of her, leaving her with little more than vague protests. From there, he has the perfect position to slide his slick shaft under her tail, prodding between her cheeks, searching for the tight ring he hasn't yet violated. At least that's enough to get one more good yowl out of her.

Bringing his teeth down on her shoulder, he locks on tight, harshly squeezing her while he starts penetrating her rear. Sinking his dick deep into her spotty butt makes her squirm, but she's too out of breath to scream anymore. Even when he gives her a harsh shake as if to spur on some fussing activity, she doesn't complain much. Instead, she slumps forward at the slightest shove, sprawling out like a rug while he gets on top of her to fuck her ass. Slapping his nuts against those ample cheeks doesn't get more than the occasional gasp out of her as he grunts and snarls right into her ears, nibbling away on her shoulder. The painful bite would make her squirm and fight at other times, but she can't do much more than slump and accept the utter rutting she's being given, getting her booty bounced and jiggled by his ruthless strokes.

"Take it, thief. Keep fucking screaming for me!"

He fucks her harder than ever before, lunging forth with the sheer muscular power of that heavy body of his, all seeming to be trying to get a good response out of her. She doesn't give him anything. Maybe it's one last shred of her dignity holding out while he violates and humiliates her, or maybe she's just too broken to bother anymore. By the drool dripping from her outstretched tongue, the latter is more likely. She certainly feels it as he drives his cock deep into her backside, spreading that tight hole more and more with each brutal thrust, but she doesn't give him the satisfaction of a struggling toy. She's already too thoroughly defeated. The blow to the head when he slammed her down sealed the deal, really, and the rest has just been the victory lap.

Amid his grunts of pleasure and dominant snarls, there comes a snort of annoyance. She's nothing more than a warm cocksleeve for him by this point, loosely rolling with his every plunging thump against her butt. He starts to swell, starts to tense up with the rising orgasm, milked out of him by the tight confines of her rear as he fucks her ass numb, but he's not satisfied with just cumming in her again. His pace remains steady, slamming her shaking rump, bouncing her bust with the impact of his hips clapping against her cheeks, but he shifts his grip from around her to take her head firmly in both hands, gripping so aggressively it seems he might crush her skull. A murderous rumble undercuts his every syllable.

"I told you. I have no use for you if you're not going to give me a fight. Maybe I might have kept you around if you were more useful to me, but you're nothing more than a pathetic, broken slut."

His thrusts come to a peak, burying himself deep and holding there, fully sheathed in her ass as he gives a sudden twist of his hands. One goes forward, the other tugs back. She doesn't feel a thing, but she certainly hears the SNAP that echoes out through the well-stocked chamber. A growing numbness overtakes her body, but not before she feels the warmth of one last cumshot getting pumped between her spotty cheeks. She can't move. Nor can she breathe. That might be alarming if she wasn't simply slumping down into oblivion, her body beyond her control, twitching its last with all those vital connections suddenly, violently severed. Soon, she's limp and lifeless, feeling nothing, fading from the world, moments after being finished off by the horny lion.

He holds himself inside her a while longer, making sure to empty his nuts in her body while she's still warm. Then he pulls out and rubs his slick cock a few times, milking out some last ropes of lion jizz across the lifeless leopard. One last bemused glance at her form, and he moves to gather up her discarded possessions, taking them with him through the same portal which brought him there. Let her bones be a warning to any would-be robbers in the future. Anyone who intruded upon the lion's stash was to be broken, violated, and snuffed out by the treasure's brutal guardian.

GAME OVER

Ending 2

(Continues from throw a smoke bomb)

The hells with this. She's not tangling with someone of his size and ferocity, even when there's that much treasure at stake. Producing all that smoke in a confined space is going to make it extra potent, too. She quickly moves to seize a vial from her belt and smash it on the hard floor before he can make his move. The resulting cloud chokes them both, leaving them coughing while she spins to search for the return portal. Now just where did it go?

Flailing her hands about through the smoke, she tries to activate it, or summon it, however those damn things are supposed to work. The results aren't promising. Her eyes are watering from lingering in that smoke for too long. Normally she drops it and makes a quick exit while whatever's threatening her is disoriented, but that relies on an exit existing in the first place. In her increasingly desperate groping about, she barely even hears him approach. He's not nearly as affected by her bit of bottled alchemy, clearing his throat as he seizes her from behind, catching her wrists and squeezing them together in a single hand before she can go for a weapon or trinket.

"Is that your best plan? Run away? I never took you for a coward, by reputation," he rumbles in her ear while she struggles with his overwhelming strength. "No matter. I'm sure I can still find a use for you."

He only needs one hand to restrain her, even while she yanks away and kicks at his shins. Ignoring the blows, he brings his free hand to her belt and starts tugging it loose. She doesn't exactly make it easy to undress herself, much less for someone else to do it while she's fighting them. Sometimes she tries to bite at his fingers, but he pulls away just in time. A smack on the ass is something she definitely feels,even through the light layer of armour. It certainly doesn't make her squirm any less. She snarls as she wriggles in his grasp, but she can't stop him from getting those tight-fitting leathers down from her waist, pulling until he exposes her naked sex and rump alike.

Such a sight causes a moment's distraction, enough for her to use his own bulky weight against him. A roll of her shoulders and she drops to one knee, flipping him over her. He's still clutching her wrists the whole time, which helps her use his momentum to slam him down. It's a temporary victory, since he never loses his grip. A snarled grunt and he drags her down with him, soon wrapping an arm around her middle to keep her from escaping his grasp. The smoke has cleared by now, though the effects still linger. He squeezes another cough out of her while he clutches her, groping his way up and down her mostly-armoured body, positioning her just where he wants her to get at her most vulnerable places.

It's not long before she feels it. No amount of kicking in protest can keep her from the touch of his stiffening cock. She surely interrupted something good, and he's just going to carry on where he left off with her body instead of whoever he was about to ravage. She bucks and jerks and wriggles all she likes, but she can't get a good blow on him, nor can she overpower that mighty grip. A slow stroke of his shaft between her thighs doesn't quite hit the mark just yet for how much she's squirming, He's a patient lion. Enough grinding and smearing her with those thickening juices while she uselessly struggles all her energy away gets her tired enough she can't avoid that dick forever.

Once he finally gets lined up with those lightly slickened folds, he groans his way through the process of sinking his whole shaft inside her at once. A firm tug on her wrists brings her hands up near his face, where he licks at them, and then her cheek. That rough tongue of his travels all the way down along her neck, smoothly stroking her fur down flat, leaving trails of saliva. He slurps and then nibbles, using the very points of his teeth as well as his lips, teasing her while he penetrates her deeply. Every kicking struggle just flexes those muscles around his fully-sheathed cock, helping pleasure the brutal beast having his way with her.

"Tight, for such a scoundrel," he snarls to her amid slurps and light chomps. "Figured you'd be used to using your body to get out of trouble."

She doesn't bother to verbally joust with him. There's nothing to be won that way when he's already got his cock inside her. She might be on top of him, but he's got her fully restrained, left all spread out while he pumps into her from beneath. His balls swing and smack against her while he plunges all the way inside, stretching her, rutting her, thumping her to the point of numb and sore. It doesn't take him long to cascade into a rutting, driving pace, brutally plowing that warm cat cunt with every inch of throbbing lion cock he can give her. It feels good, no matter how forceful he's being.

What starts as just a twitching at the corner of her mouth, then a rumble in her chest soon escalates into a full mating yowl. He forces those sounds out of her while he drives into her, picking up faster and faster, fucking her from beneath her writhing body as her squirms grow less and less confrontational. Instead, she finds herself moving with the rhythm of his hips, rolling back and forth, up and down, letting those nuts slap against her all the harder. Of course, she still fights against him, tugging at his grasp, pressing her belly to his hugging arm to see if she can catch him in a distracted moment. His grip remains as firm as ever, nearly crushing at times, squeezing the air out of her chest to weaken those screechy noises involuntarily escaping her mouth.

Her submissive snarl grows wider the longer he drives into her, pumping what feels to her like gallons of pre seed deep inside her womb. Just how much can one lion spurt without actually cumming? She doesn't have to wonder for long. Clutching her tightly by the hip, and then the other, he lets her hands go free to flail and shove at him while he bottoms out within her. His thrusts go short and manic while he snorts beside her ear, teeth latched onto her shoulder. At least it's not her neck, she finds herself thinking while he absolutely hammers her into a state of mewling, tensing, contracting bliss she truly can't deny, no matter how much of a brute he is about bringing her that pleasure.

Finally, she slumps back, fully accepting the orgasm he gives her just as he finishes inside her right around the very same time. The thick torrent of hot spunk leaves her sweltering inside as he fills her womb. Ropes of splurging jizz stuff her to her very limit, and then squirt out all around his dick when she's simply too full to hold anymore. She sloshes, she rumbles, she even purrs a little as he pulls out from her squelching depths, still hard, still throbbing for her. One good fuck isn't going to satisfy a great big feline warrior like him, of course.

When he throws her off of him, she just collapses to the floor, realizing all of a sudden just how much that climax took out of her. She attempts to meekly crawl away, but she doesn't get far before he snatches her by the hair, yanking her back to shove her face right in his crotch. His cock is of course all smeared in cum and pussy juices alike, and her lovely unfurled locks make for the perfect rag. That's where he keeps her for a while, swiping up as much of the mess with her fur and hair as he can while she simply gasps and groans, cheeks hot with humiliation.

"This is a much better view of you. You're not so fearsome when your tricks don't work, are you?" he taunts, then gives a harsh yank on her hair. "Worship this dick. Show me how much you love it and maybe you can go."

She didn't miss the maybe in that sentence. There's still that unspoken threat of something worse hanging over her head the whole time, though she hardly even thinks about it in truth. Instead, she focuses on how good he tastes as she drags her tongue from one of his hips to the other, tidying up as much of his crotch as she can along the way in deep, stimulating slurps. The musk of mating and general exertion clings to him, coating her palate in a tantalizing taste that she just keeps going back for. She doesn't even bother with his cock until she's licked all the fur around it completely clean. Aside from the layers of saliva glistening there, anyway.

From there, she goes down to his shaft, working along it, smooching, nuzzling, rubbing her whole face into it for him. He doesn't have to be forceful for once in his life. She's more than eager to taste every single inch of his still-firm shaft, to wrap her lips around it and give some slow sucks before dipping down to work on his nuts. Those two heavy tanks were perfect for dragging her tongue across, and in between, but soon she just had to put them in her mouth. One at a time, she suckles them and cleans them, kneading them between her lips, between her tongue and the roof of her mouth before alternating to the other. They're utterly drenched by the time she's done drooling all over them, pulling back with a little pop to rumble and see if he's satisfied.

"Nnh," he simply grunts at first, shrugging in response to her gaze. "Guess you can leave. Don't expect a reward though."

Before she gets the chance to protest, he simply shoves her on the forehead, sending her toppling back. She expects to hit the hard floor, but instead finds herself cushioned by warm sand. Sprawled out in the very same place she entered, with her pants down, cum leaking out of her pussy, and the taste of lion dick on her tongue, she's just going to have to accept that as an unfortunate detour. A waste of time and energy, one that may very well have left her knocked up with the bastard's bastard. Nothing more to do but to get herself properly dressed and buckled again, and consider options before her once more.

There are only two portals now that whatever anomaly or mistake that led her to that treasure vault is all sealed up. She was there, surrounded by all matter of valuables, and she didn't even manage to pinch a single trinket. Now she'll never get another chance. The roguish embarrassment is going to stick with her, but perhaps she can make it up to herself by finding the artifact she seeks. Now, to contemplate the portals before her, and the visions they unveil before her eyes. One is stable, leading to an empty forest, and the other shifts and dances as she observes it, never settling on a single image.

What should she do?

(Use the forest portal)

(Use the shifting portal)

Ending 3

(Continues from throw an aphrodisiac)

She's going to get caught up in the effects of that potent sex toxin, but she can work with that. That serves her purposes just fine. A flash of pink-ish smoke rises up where a vial shatters on the floor. Ravir doesn't have time to get his hands over his mouth and nose in time. And even if he did, he has to breathe eventually. The lion pauses mid-lunge as he snorts up an ample amount of that mind-clouding scent. The effects on his body are as immediate as they are obvious. His cock firms from semi-hard to fully engorged in a matter of seconds, throbbing hard enough to rise up and press against his abs with each throb of sudden, urgent need.

"What did ... " he begins, but he coughs before he can finish.

Mahiri isn't faring all that much better. What's normally a figure-hugging but flexible, comfortable outfit soon grows unbearably hot and confining as the lust washes over her. She struggles to get out of her armour and clothes alike as quickly as she can. Even her nimble fingers can't work fast enough to satisfy her. Soon she's casting aside everything she wears to reveal her naked form to the disoriented, horny lion. He peers at her between his fingers, clutching his face, staggering back from the potent effects of the unsubtle concoction she just doused them both with.

Though her voice remains unsteady, she exudes a certain confidence as she strides towards him, no longer afraid of an attack.

"So, you want to fight, then? Well, let's fight. But we'll do it on my terms."

With an added rowl, she steps right up to him. For a moment she sees the clarity in his eyes once he puts his mind back together, and she knows she only has seconds before he strikes. She's just going to have to take him by the balls. Literally, at first, grasping those heavy nuts in one palm while she wraps her fingers around his cock with the other hand. That stops him. She strokes him slowly, firmly at first, running up and down that impressive spire until she gets an ample squirt of precum across her digits. Rubbing some of those juices onto her palm, she uses them to make that controlling handjob a little wetter, bringing out those pleasing schlicks while he rumbles ominously above.

"Hmmf. Alright. I get it. You want to offer something in exchange for your intrusion? Show me what you can do. I won't be gentle."

She smirks to him, knowing she at least has the chance to earn her escape. It's going to take some effort. She's willing to put in the work. Especially when she's got such a handsome, sturdy lion to stroke. Up go her hands, and then down again, drawing them along the outline of his naked muscles while she nakedly kneels before him. For his part, he doesn't seize hold of her just yet. He lets her put on a show of brushing his cock along her cheeks, then her tongue. A deep huff of his scent sends a tingle straight to her puffy pussy, further drenching her in liquid lust until she drips for him. The taste she slurps from that fat dick only sends her deeper into aching need. She simply must get her mouth around that.

Floating on a cloud of intoxicating aphrodisiac as she is, it's not exactly time to be subtle. She doesn't tease him, she just gets that dick between her lips and shoves it all the way inside her wet mouth until she's swallowing half of it. A brief choke is all she needs to adjust to all that girth she's gulping. She clutches his hips, braces herself, and just starts lunging. He doesn't even have to thrust to give her a proper facefuck. She does it all on her own, jamming that cock straight down her throat, massaging every inch of it in drooly cat maw while she suckles, slurps, does everything she can to overstimulate him. By the sound of his rising grunts and growls, it's working.

She's certainly not going to knock him over with a good blowjob, but maybe she can stagger him at least. Pressing on, she makes some tremendous glurks in the process of swallowing his pre. It hoses out of him for all the pleasure she grants him, sucking and kneading his whole cock at once. With her eyes closed, she thrusts her head back and forth, mashing her nose into the fluff of his crotch every time she goes forth. Sometimes she can't help but take a sniff. The musk of a horny lion is near as good as the concentrated stuff she scattered everywhere to start off the whole competitive fuck. Though as much as he smoulders with pleasured rumbles, she can tell he's just looming there above her, waiting his turn.

She'll just have to make him cum hard for her first. Clutching him by the hips, she keeps him right in place while she drives him into her throat. After the initial chokes, she never gags again. Not when she's as talented as she is at sucking cocks. It's second only to her roguish skills, really. She manages to work him up into a state of nearly roaring at the ceiling by the time she's got him on the edge. His pre gets thicker. His rumbles get louder. She even manages to make him stagger back and brace himself, flexing those thighs in effort to stay upright while she makes him blow a load in her mouth.

The snarl that escapes him isn't a threat, it's a declaration of pleasure to all around. She knows the difference. His cock bulges taut between her lips, utterly rigid while he blows hard. She sucks down the blast of fresh jizz that hits the back of her throat, guzzling it rapidly while she holds on tight. Eventually her grip wavers, hands sliding down his thighs while she drinks as much as she can, sloshing her belly with the excess cream until there's finally a drizzle of the stuff down her chin. She feels it splash over her tits with a sense of satisfaction, knowing she earned that generous cumshot from the hostile lion.

He grunts as he finishes off in her mouth, and finally just pulls out of her. For a moment his shaft droops, but then it gives another solid pulse to life as he considers the leopardess before him.

"Fine. Not bad. That was your turn. Now it's mine."

He's adamant about that, and backs it with muscular force. Hefting her up beneath the arms, he looks her in the eye a moment, and then just spins her around in his grasp so he can mount her from behind. She ends up slumping to her knees, and then planting her hands as he makes a blanket of himself, pressing his toned front into her back. She can feel every groove, every solid shape squished to her soft form while he grabs her by the breast and hooks a finger into her mouth for her to suck, tugging her cheek back in the process like she's nothing more than a fish to him. His fearsome growl keeps her from doing much of her own. This time it's his show to run.

It's not long before she feels his cock groping across her naked folds, searching for the perfect spot to plunge. Once he gets himself lined up, he doesn't hesitate. She takes his dick all at once as he lunges forth, stuffing her full until his balls tap her pussy. The position is an overpowering one, ensuring he's poised to smash her, to devastate her curvy form with that thick cock stretching her sex. A slap of nuts against her folds gets things started, sending a wobble forth across the places where she's softest. Even a nimble rogue like her needs a little curve. It helps cushion a fall.

The finger in her mouth keeps her head up while he fucks her. She sucks it sometimes, and just drools on it at others. The rutting pace he takes with her is a purely brutal one. It's as far from lovemaking as can be. Harsh, vicious animal mating ensues between their colliding bodies as he smacks her spotted ass with his hips every time he thrusts her full of lion dick. Eventually he finds her scruff with his teeth too, nibbling then chomping on that sensitive skin while he ruts her senseless. She's soon dropping into a near-feral state of feral yowling and snarling. Such feline screams have a way of echoing in that small space, blending with the wet smack of juice-soaked nuts slapping against her backside over and over.

As much as she's supposed to be letting him do all the work, she can't help but lunge back at him now and then. Getting nibbled on like that when she's already under the effects of such a potent aphrodisiac has a way of setting off her deepest instincts. She aches for him, to the point that she can't even wait for him to thrust again every time he pulls back. Throwing herself at him makes him drive into her even harder, thudding deeply, shaking her whole form, but she doesn't care. She can worry about the bruises later. All that matters right now is getting herself absolutely plowed by that big damn brute, no matter how much of a bastard he really is.

The rutting, pounding, grinding fuck can't last forever. They're both expending such energy in brutalizing each other. His hips are a lot harder than her ass, but she smacks him hard all the same as she gets hooked and groped. A sudden bellow of a roar blasts out of him as he throws himself forth, shoving his entire cock inside her, stuffing his balls tightly to her folds while he erupts without much warning at all. There's the stretch of his bulging cock pressing out on her tight insides, there's the burst of warmth inside her, and soon her yowls turn to hissy screeches as she clamps down hard and contracts her way to a climax of her own, spurred on by the sensation of his cum entering her womb.

He floods her while she rapidly pumps her way to a hefty squirt all over his cock. Plenty of his cum gets gushed right back out by the power of the juices that erupt from within her. The whole musky mix splashes over them both, pouring down the back of her thighs, splashing over his nuts and crotch alike. They soak in each other's sense while he breeds her full of cum, and all through it, her arms never quite buckle. It's a struggle, but she stays up for the whole rut. Perhaps he went gentle on her, or maybe that instinctual rush gave her some extra strength. Either way, she's managed to endure even his harshest, most savage fuck without breaking. Even if she's going to be a little sore tomorrow.

Pulling his cock out and wiping it off on one of her asscheeks, he gives her a little spank as he rises from his mounting position. To her surprise, he helps her up in the process. Getting her to her feet to see if she can stand. She's slightly shaky, but still coherent, even after huffing such a potent cocktail of pheromones both natural and magical. With a sparkle in her eye, she turns to him and grins, putting on her most sensual of purrs.

"Tiebreaker?"

"Heh. Soon. First ..."

Rather than response with anything sexual, he instead just thrusts his hand towards her, squeezing her on the shoulder. It leaves a mark amid her spots, like a little blue tattoo of some unknown symbol. A brand, if she ever saw one.

"What did you ..."

He chuckles. "Place always needs more guardians. And I'd rather like having a way to find you whenever I can. That pussy felt good."

She furrows her brow at first, realizing she's been caught, punished for her intrusion with guard duty. It's certainly going to derail her adventures, getting recalled back to his chambers whenever he needs her. But, if there's treasure and dick involved, maybe it's not the worst fate that could possibly befall her. She's going to have to give up on the search for the artifact she seeks, but perhaps she'll find something more valuable among his stash. Even if it means serving the brutal merc's needs in the meantime.

The only thought that she can't quite dispel is to wonder whether the thick load of lion cum in her womb means she's already been bred, especially after fucking in a haze of those heat-inducing aphrodisiacs. At least it was a better idea than trying to fight him.

GAME OVER

Ending 4

(Continues from charm and bluff)

Standing firm when he looks like he's moments away from striking with all his might certainly takes guts. But she's confident she can earn his trust if she speaks well enough. Instead of dodging out of the way, she holds up a hand and hastily interrupts him before he can knock her senseless.

"Oh, now don't you see? You don't want to do that. That's exactly what they want."

It's an absolute spitball of an idea, but it's enough to stop him in his tracks. What was moments ago an expression of complete rage is now one of confusion. And rage, even still, but less of it. He furrows his brow at her, squinting as if to try to see her true intent.

"What? What who wants?" he impatiently growls.

"Perhaps you need a reminder," she begins, stalling for time as she puts the pieces together in her head. "You may or may not remember, some years ago, that you signed a certain contract ..."

"Contract?" he snorts, as if offended. "Nonsense. I don't sign bad contracts. And I always remember what I sign."

"Oh, well. You were quite intoxicated at the time. They practically had to move your hand for you!" she goes on, still absolutely making it up as she goes along.

"Hmmm," he rumbles, considering. Maybe that does sound like him.

She might be starting to convince him. Her eyes never leave his, despite the improvisational nature of her lie. She steps a little closer.

"So, you see, we may fight, and you may even win, but that certainly isn't going to satisfy my employers. They know where your vault is now. So unless you intend to keep deflecting attackers for the rest of your life, at any given moment, it's in your best interests to cough up the tiny fraction of your wealth that you owe."

She can tell she's losing him for a moment when she mentions sharing even the slightest amount of his accumulated treasures, so she goes ahead and sweetens the deal.

"Don't worry. There's a reason they sent me. I know how to make it up to you."

With that, she takes just one step closer, as if she's taming an animal. She might as well be. If he rages at her, she's not going to be able to stop him from breaking her in half. But as long as she remains in control, as long as she entices him into thoughts of how much more pleasant it would be to simply drop his guard and let her show him what she can do, she can get away. Perhaps richer, in the process. Just to top it all off, she offers a wink.

"Just relax. Let me do all the work, big guy. You look like you could use a rest."

She rumbles that out in her lowest of voices, purring through it all. The results are immediately obvious. His cock gives a twitch, already starting to firm up even more than it is already. She keeps walking, slowly backing him up against a pillar until he's leaning against it. Reaching out, she runs a gloved hand along his pecs, privately marvelling at just how solid they are. The whole cat's built like an absolute machine, one she's happy to dismantle one piece at a time with her sweet words and sultry sway. Her purring resonates all the way to her fingertips, ensuring her touches are stimulating while she urges him to take a seat.

Following him down, she kneads his abs with one hand while loosening a few straps on her outfit with the other. Undressing from that elaborate outfit really is a two-handed task though, so she's going to have to find a way to occupy him while she gets her tits out. A swipe of her tingly tongue across his hardening cock certainly accomplishes that. She only teases for now, using the very tip as she softly slurps away, undressing all the while, removing her cloak, her armour, her gloves, and everything hidden within the top half of her outfit. It's not long before she's got him slumped back, trying and failing to suppress his deep groans, entirely under her spell while she works to reveal even more of her body to him.

Once she has her breasts bouncing free, unbound to their full size, she moves elegantly to dip down and wrap him snugly in her cleavage. His shaft gets buried nicely in the soft fur between her bust, caught up in the constant stimulation of her silky fur brushing across his shaft. He's soon fully solid, throbbing away for her, emitting some impressive rumbles while he's at it. Maybe it's not quite purring, but it's certainly some pleasant noise nonetheless while she treats him to a slobbery titfuck and dick licking all the same. She has to admit she quite likes his taste.

Of course, if she's going to keep him entertained, she has to keep varying her technique. A smooth slide between her tits is enough to milk some precum out of him, but she still slides off so she can shove her muzzle into the crook between his thigh and cock while she strokes him off. Some soothing licks and smooches keep him entertained while she plays with him, feeling him throb in her grasp, veins bulging beneath her fingertips. She touches and toys with that heavy lion meat, finding the spots where he's most sensitive, rubbing in little circles when she's not just tugging and stroking the whole thing firmly enough to make his balls bounce up and down.

"There. You see? We can make this whole exchange entirely painless," she gently coos, keeping her voice soft to encourage him not to growl too much. The quieter she gets him, the less likely he is to get aggressive. She's not sure she can take it if he decides to seize control from her.

That won't be a problem when she has him so nicely tamed. She works her stroking motions into a full-body effort, rolling in waves while she jerks him off and licks the musky spot where his cock meets his body. Now and then she can't help herself a deep sniff, just to indulge in him deeper. He's warm, he's masculine, he's a horny feline she can hardly resist, aggressive or not. Just managing to keep him calm like that, manipulating his pleasure, is enough to make her feel the wetness beneath her leathers. A rising primal urge compels her to pick up the pace, to tease him to the edge until he's a thumping, pounding mess, spurting his precum, balls clenching up tight with the urge to cum. A look at his scrunched expression, at his strain and his need tells her she needs to strike that very moment. So she does.

It's less of a pounce and more like smoothly flowing upon him, overtaking him with her half-naked curves, bearing him towards the floor. It's hardly the most comfortable place to fuck, but he's not complaining. She finds herself kneeling atop him, sitting her leather-covered ass snugly atop his needy cock. Taunting him further when he's already that hard is playing with fire, most certainly. He reaches for her belt and she simply bats his hands away, tsking her tongue as if to call him a naughty lion. She'll undress the rest of the way when she's ready. For now, she torments him further with a slow, firm grind of her curves across his cock, getting her armour smeared up in all the juices leaking from his dick as the absolute need to fuck pulses through his entire body.

Eventually the resulting pleasured groans start getting more guttural, more ferocious, and she knows it's time to ride him. She flings her belt aside in a single motion, barely giving him a glimpse of her unbuckling. Getting out of such tight-fitting bottoms is difficult enough at the best of times, but with enough wiggling she manages to peel herself free and kick them aside along with her boots. From there, she can finally grind that slick mound against his spire, still toying with him ever so slightly longer. He twitches from top to bottom, jerking forth, reaching for her as she slides the folds of her wet pussy lengthwise across his shaft, but she still keeps him from grabbing her with nothing more than a silently scolding touch.

"I told you. Just relax. I'm here to make this ever so easy for you."

She's so caught up in her lie that she almost believes it. Maybe she should start working contracts just like the one she made up rather than heading out on such unpredictable adventures. Either way, she finds herself clenching up with the same kind of need that keeps his muscles tense. Relief flows through them both in a sighing wave as she finally sinks down atop his cock, slowly shoving it inside her sleek sex. He groans out, showing those teeth, and finally gets his hands on her, but this time she doesn't mind. Let him clutch her hips. She's going to ride him senseless all the same. Down she goes, sinking to the hilt, letting his balls thump against her ass, and she holds herself there for as long as she thinks she can. Another look in his eyes reveals such an enraptured look that she can't help but grin. All hers, for as long as she can keep him that way.

When he starts trying to buck, even trying to roll her over so he can pound her, she knows it's time for her to show him what she can really do. Leaning forth, she plants both her hands firmly on his chest, whipping her tail up so it can swing through the air while she starts pumping herself down on his whole dick at once. Those quick, precise humps are no less impactful for their speed. She drives him into her again and again at rising speed, going harder whenever she senses his impatience, whenever his grip tightens and he starts to squirm under her. There's no way she can possibly overpower him through strength alone, but as long as she keeps the pleasure of a squeezing cunt plunging down on his dick, she has him around her finger like one of those precious rings she can't wait to pilfer.

First though, she's got to make that lion cum. She gets right in his face, laying a soft kiss on his lips, then daringly licks each of those sabreteeth in turn. From there, she gets him grunting and gripping her tightly while she lunges, rolling her hips in steady motions that have her thumping down atop him. Arching her back lets her push her tits out in his face, keeping him enticed with the sight of them bouncing wildly as she pounds his cock up into her pussy, thumping down on his nuts hard enough to probably hurt in the slightest. She doesn't go gentle on him. She knows she doesn't have to. Instead, she makes him rut her as hard as she can possibly ride him, working until she finally starts to tighten, starts to clench and clamp around him with the sudden rise in pleasure she simply can't ignore.

Fortunately, all the squeezing has just the same effect on him. He lets his tongue spill out while he twitches inside her, blazing hot all over, panting, grunting, barely even growling anymore. She licks her lips and arches her back even higher, clinging to him, clawing even, letting her toes scrape and scratch against his thighs while she seeks to devastate him with the motions of her hips. A smaller male would have been broken, absolutely shattered by the thick cat thumping on his pelvis that hard, that fast, but Ravir's can take everything she gives. She has to make sure to shove hard at his chest when he suddenly lunges forth with his orgasmic throes, lest he get any smart ideas to take her over in the last moments and finish his climax atop her.

He settles down after the initial rush, laying a hand on his head just to bear the pleasure she milks out of him in draining all his cum. She squirts just as hard as he cums inside her, splattering him with the mixed results of their mating. Plenty more pumps straight into her womb until she's starting to feel slightly heavy with it. She doesn't let him pull out for anything. Pressing down to the root, she keeps him exactly where he is until she's taken every last drop from him. He cums for her until his balls are clenching up tight but nothing more is coming out. Even then, he convulses and writhes as if he wants to keep cumming, even if he needs a brief recharge.

She knows he's not completely done. One cumshot isn't going to knock out a warrior like him. She's just going to have to take more drastic measures. Slipping off his cock at last, she leaves him throbbing while she shifts her weight forward and comes down right atop his fangy face all at once. There's no sense giving him a chance to react. She envelops him in warmth and scent, smothering him in creamed pussy while she grinds against his lips. It doesn't take him long to reach up and grab her spotty ass, then start slurping. The greedy clutching makes her worry he's about to lift her up and toss her around at any moment. She's just going to have to take over even more.

Slowly curling her legs around his head, she gets her calves under it and squeezes him in an all-encompassing squish between her thighs. If not for how soft she is, she might end up crushing him. Instead, she just keeps him so utterly immersed in her wet cunt he's practically inside of her. He laps up the mess and drinks her juices as she finds herself growing even wetter, taking in his hot breath. Which becomes increasingly rapid and desperate the longer she keeps him under there. He doesn't struggle with her as his grip weakens. Maybe he's too enticed, too entranced by her scent and taste to truly realize what she's doing to him. The best he manages to get out is a confused mmmf before he starts to succumb.

She stays right where she is, sometimes grinding, sometimes humping, but mostly just pressing over his mouth and nose alike to keep him utterly immersed until she can finally put him to sleep. His hands slowly fall from her ass. He splays out and sighs his way to a not-so-gentle rest, utterly smothered in hot cat cunt until he passes right out. He probably could have chosen to escape her at any moment of that, but she's so insistent, so dominant that he simply has to accept his fate. It's not like she's killing him. She's just leaving him a drooling, snoozing lion in his own vault as she finally pulls her soaked sex from his lips with a little smooch-like pop.

Looking him over, she admires the mess she's made of his muzzle, all coated in her juices. No time to waste though. Such sensual magic isn't going to last forever. A quick glance around the chamber lets her pick out some choice items to snatch up and shove in her many pockets. It pains her to leave the biggest treasures behind, but she has to consider what she can carry. Searching for the return portal takes her a while, but waving her hands around, she finds what she's looking for. As for where that will take her, and whether she'll manage to finish her original quest, she really has no idea, but she considers the adventure a success nonetheless. With one last glance at the sprawled, sleeping lion all covered in pussy juice, she smirks to herself and vanishes from sight, leaving him to believe his own robbery was all according to legal, binding documents. If she's lucky, she'll never have to see him again.

When she departs through the same portal that brought her there, she finds herself in the desert once more. There are only two portals now that whatever anomaly or mistake that led her to that treasure vault is all sealed up. In truth, she could easily call it a day as it is, but she's not about to let a treasure haul stop her from gathering even more loot. That artifact is worth more than just a few pilfered coins, if her tip is to be believed. Now, to contemplate the remaining portals before her, and the visions they unveil before her eyes. One is stable, leading to an empty forest, and the other shifts and dances as she observes it, never settling on a single image.

What should she do?

(Use the forest portal)

(Use the shifting portal)

Mahiri vs Ashgar

For Clawsend

(Continues from Enter the shifting portal)

The call of the shifting portal is one she can't resist. It's the least obvious path of the three, and possibly the most dangerous. Who's to say it wouldn't tear her asunder as soon as she enters it? Yet she can't help but feel the intense need to know precisely where it leads. The anomalous, even broken appearance tells her that it may very well lead to a place she's not supposed to be. Which is precisely the kind of place she loves to get into anyway.

The trip through to the other side is predictably disorienting. She swears she feels gravity shift on her several times over as she steps through, pulling her in various directions. Thankfully, that's the worst of it. Her body is intact on the other side, and her eyes are left to adjust to the dimmer lighting after squinting beneath the desert sun. Her initial disappointment to find herself within a dusty library is tempered by the promise of interesting books and artifacts to pilfer. Such a place surely has something worth getting her hands on, even if it's not what she seeks.

After a quick scan for threats and traps alike, she's confident that she's alone in that place. It's time to start touching things she shouldn't. Rifling through weighty tomes doesn't reveal anything immediately promising. It's not until she finds a shelf stocked not with books, but with suspicious looking trinkets that are no doubt more valuable - or powerful - than they look. She looks across the various tiny statues, smoothed stones, and shining geometric shapes and doesn't see the artifact she seeks. That doesn't mean she's not about to rob it of anything she can carry. Just before she can lay hands on anything however, her ears perk to the sound of footfalls.

They're distant at first. She whirls and spots movement behind a bookshelf across the room as a door opens and closes. Something approaches slowly, plodding along, right up to the moment it vanishes entirely. It's away, and then it's near, appearing from nothing to confront her directly for touching something that clearly doesn't belong to her. There's no time to hide, no time to mount an ambush. The beast is looking her right in the eye, leaving her considering the potential opponent before her.

He's not who she expected. Such places tend to be protected by powerful sorcerers. Perhaps he's a pet, imbued with a hint of his master's power? That would explain the teleporting. She assumes him a bear of some sort at first, for his bulky, fluffy form in gray-blue tones. His lengthy tail and flicking, forked tongue hint at his more hybridized side. He's certainly sizable, but doesn't exude an immediate sense of threat. His stance is a relaxed one, and his expression doesn't hint at any sort of aggression. Before she can think of what to say, he clears his throat.

"Do not touch that, please. These are my private chambers. Unless your name is Ashgar, you are not welcome here. I am not fond of visitors. Especially those dressed like you."

She feigns innocence, simply shrugging.

"You're not? The portal was wide open."

"Hmm," Ashgar considers a moment. "An anomaly, I suppose. I will have to check on that. In the meantime ..."

He takes just one lumbering step closer, but it's enough to put her on guard. Her hands want to go in every direction at once, straying towards her weapons, or her bundle of useful supplies - or perhaps to the shelves behind her, if she wants to take a chance on something there being useful.

"That's alright though," he goes on. "I've been studying all day. I could use a big dinner."

Such a threat is delivered casually, even lazily, but she can tell he means it. He's plenty big enough to devour her if he gets those great big mitts on her. But she can't see the portal she used to enter anymore. Looks like she's just going to have to confront him directly. He wouldn't be the first bear she's fought. Not that such experiences were pleasant. But she can sense there's something more to him than his immediate appearance and bulk alike. As usual, she's frustratingly dealing with an opponent she can't simply size up at a glance. She's going to have to figure out a way to deal with his possible magical abilities.

She'd really prefer not to have to hurt him, but she feels confident she can dance around such a large form if need be. Drawing her daggers might be threatening enough to convince him to allow her to leave, unbothered. She might also find success in a sexy distraction. Though he's a vastly different species from her, and walks on all fours, she's never found many creatures able to resist a quick flash of cat tits. A little seduction goes a long way.

Of course, such an unusual opponent may call for less conventional measures. She has a pouch of haywire powder handy for dealing with magic users like him. It's unpredictable stuff, but causes all sorts of arcane abilities to become uncontrollable. A risky approach, but surely an effective one, and for once she has no chance of getting caught up in the blast herself, lacking magical abilities as she is. If none of those options sound effective, she can always leave it to chance, and reach back to see if she can't channel some sort of energy through the many relics and treasures behind her. She has no idea what any of them do, but they might be the only way to actually oppose someone like him.

He's looming closer, moving slowly but determinedly towards her, an increasingly hungry look on his face. She can only decide upon a single approach.

What should she do?

(Draw her daggers)

(Seduce the creature)

(Throw haywire powder)

(Grab something from the shelf behind her)

Ending 1

(Continues from "Draw her daggers.")

What does she have to fear of magic when she has steel superiority? She prefers not to use those whenever she can, and takes no satisfaction from the moments when she has to, unlike those of her bloodline before her. She's no assassin. Though she certainly won't regret it if she has to shed some blood to defend herself. First, she makes sure he knows precisely what she's doing, bringing her hands to the hilts of those two blades she keeps at her hips. Ashgar gives an immediate response to that, before she even draws them. It's not the one she expects.

Rather than recoil, or show any signs of nervousness whatsoever, he instead changes. It's an alarming process that has her rather rooted to the spot, observing every step of it. From bulky and broad to more narrow, but every bit as imposing. Great, leathery wings stretch out from his back, as if from nothing. Horns sprout from his head. His muzzle stretches to something more pointed, and a snarl lets her watch his fangs elongate right before her eyes. She might be ready to call him a dragon or a wyvern now, if not for the most prominent feature of all.

It starts as simply a wiggling of that long, lizard-like tail. Then it splits into a second one, seemingly without losing any of its mass. Split might be less the word for it as duplicate. A second, a third, a fourth spring forth, and so on. Mahiri counts about ten of them by the time they're done multiplying, giving Ashgar a writhing bouquet of tails to work with. That's unusual enough, until she notices the fangs on each of them. They all have a serpent-like mouth, though remain eyeless, slowly bobbing and swaying in hypnotic fashion, each of them independent, as if thinking for themselves.

Ashgar doesn't bother giving any sort of introduction to his new form. He leans his head down towards her, projects a steady snarl, and then begins to strike. Each of those snake-tails lashes out at her at once. There's no time to draw a weapon. She just has to focus on dodging each and every one of them all at once somehow. Ducking down and dashing off to the side, she does her best to make her escape. The shelf behind her gets smashed with the sheer force of his multiple attacks, sending the many magical trinkets clattering to the floor. In a less furious mood, he might even care, but he doesn't pay it any mind, charging after the intruder, even when it means crashing through bookshelves in the process

She puts as much between the two of them as she can as she flees, and Ashgar creates a trail of destruction as he chases her, lashing out with those many tails over and over. Even her superior dexterity can't elude that many blows forever. She feels something pierce through her armour and dig into her, latching on for just long enough to inject her with something that feels hot and tingly in her veins. It doesn't hurt. That much is a small comfort as she finds herself keeling over limply. There's no graceful feline landing to be had when she's under the effects of a potent paralytic.

At least it doesn't seem to halt any vital processes. She can still breathe. Her heart still pumps. She can even still vaguely squirm, but that's the best she can manage while the snake-tailed chimera descends upon her. She feels claws and teeth working at her, but if he's doing any harm, she can't tell. He's seemingly ferocious about it, tugging and tearing at her outfit, but that's the only casualty of his attack.

Not that it makes her feel much better about the situation. There she is, naked on the floor before a snarling beast, and he's already got his dick out. It pushes smoothly forth into few, fully erect with a solid bulge of a knot at the base that seems to triple its girth. Any effort to fight, to struggle, or to even meekly crawl away manifests as little more than a faint wiggle of her mostly-naked body. She's still got some scraps of leather clinging to her spots, and her boots are still on her feet, in every other way she's utterly exposed to the lustful beast. Seems like acting aggressively caused him to pick a similarly aggressive form to properly deal with her.

He doesn't bother communicating with her in any way but body language, Meanwhile, she can't say a word. Not even a mewl as he nudges her over onto her face and mounts her prone body with a swipe of his solid cock down along her spine. He smears her in a generous layer of juices, spreading his scent into her relatively pristine fur. She can't even properly complain about his violating treatment while he roughly humps her, flattening her to the ground with every thump of his heavy dick against her spotty back. If he thinks he's going to get that inside of her -

That's when he proves her doubting thoughts wrong, slipping his shaft smoothly down along the curve of her rump and pushing right at her sex. Those tight folds easily part for his beastly girth, hugging tightly around his cock while he sinks inside her. He's not quite as devastating as he looked, but it's close. Maybe he slightly changed his size just before penetrating her. Maybe that venom just keeps her from feeling too much strain as he stuffs her to the point of bulging his belly with thick, pussy-stretching chimera dick. Sinking down until that knot kisses her folds, he grinds within her a while, pinning her with a heavy paw. That's a wholly unnecessary gesture given her lack of movement, but it leaves her feeling that much more dominated by the shapeshifting creature.

A rough, bestial fuck is exactly what she expected to get from him. He plays his fangs along the back of her neck until he finds a spot to latch on, fortunately without doing any damage. She has a scruff that's meant for a tight, controlling mating bite while she gets taken from behind. The pleasure is swiftly numbing, or maybe that's the venom overtaking her senses while he pulls back and starts bucking hard, plowing himself into her without a care for her own well-being. She can take it, of course. A thick-set but athletic adventurer's body like hers can take a pounding, but she's not going to get out of this one without a sore ass at least.

Eventually, enough of that bite has worn off that she can manage a few sounds, though words still fail her. All that she manages to get out of her lips is a faint mewl, and sometimes a gasp, or a little whimper while he slaps those spotted cheeks with the battering ram of his knot. Every jiggle rippling through her curves reminds her why her tight-fitting outfit was as practical as it was sexy before he ripped it to shreds. Keeping those assets held in place keeps her from wobbling like she is, butt bouncing up and down with his every thumping thrust, breasts bouncing beneath her like they're made of jelly. She's a soft cat, beneath the armour. Plush, ample shapes such as hers are perfect for a feral pounding.

She finally manages more than a simple meow, letting out some screechy yowls and screams like the big cat she is. She can't help but grow wet and squeezy for that plunging beast cock either. It feels good, even applied so forcefully. The fangs digging into her sensitive scruff don't help her get any less horny. Though she can't help but notice how much he's drooling on her while he nibbles and humps. He draws his tongue along her fur now and then, taking long, slow slurps in contrast to his rapid fire slam-fuck plowing into her pussy again and again. It feels an awful lot like he's tasting her.

She's going to have to worry about that later, because she can feel that knot coming ominously close to breathing her defences, so to speak. He's stretching her more and more every time he smacks it against her folds, grinding on her clit until she shrieks again, only to pull back and try again. He's determined like that. She would almost admire it in a way, if not for the screaming ecstasy that absolutely bolts her out of nowhere, leaving her shuddering with as much muscular control as she can manage with that intoxicating venom still in her veins.

No sooner does he finally schlurk past those outer lips to seal the bulging swell at the base of his cock inside her, and she launches into rapidly pumping, contracting all around him until she gushes for him right about the same moment he gushes right back. His cock goes rigid, bulging wider, harder, flexing with the pumping pressure of a cumshot milked out by her undulating walls. She squeezes him hard, her body ready to drain everything he can give regardless of what she thinks of the situation. A thick spurt of chimera cum warms her insides, followed by a dozen more, rapid fire, unloading within her womb until she's utterly swollen with the heavy spunk that weighs her down. Not that she's especially mobile anyway. She can faintly kick her legs and lash her tail while she cums for him, unable to resist that delectable initial POP of a fat knot. She never can.

He unloads inside while she wriggles and squirts, making an utter mess of them both. His knot remains lodged inside of her even as that massive cumshot subsides with a few last hot spurts within her overstuffed sex. There's already some cream pouring out around his knot as he tests the tie with a harsh tug back. In that sensitive state of post-orgasm, that stimulation is enough to make her scream again, and this time it's hardly even a feline noise so much as it's just a startled one. He doesn't relent, pulling, yanking, doing his best to get out of her clamping pussy, no matter how much she yowls and complains about it. She still can't do anything to fight him, and even if she could, she's in no position to overpower him.

Just as she almost forgot about those many venomous tails, she finds one sweeping around in front of face as if to give a little kiss. It nudes against her nose and thankfully doesn't give her another bite. Instead, it gives her a lick with a forked tongue, briefly revealing the inner depths of a snakelike maw as the others join in to toy with Some of them curl around her arms with a python-like grip. Others twist around her body, curling beneath her breasts, squeezing a little air out of her. She can hardly even make much noise anymore as they grip her and slurp her all over, giving some faint hisses. They're strong enough to hold her in place while he pulls back hard, granting leverage for the sloppy unknotting that ensues.

The lewdest of glurshes rings out as she splatters her surroundings with all the pent up chimera spunk flooding out of her like a burst dam as he gets that knot dislodged from inside her. It makes her wince, eyes shut tight as she listens to herself overflowing with the high-pressure jizz for several seconds straight. Only then does she look around again, and find several of those unseeing snakes bobbing toward her, giving teasing little bites at the air. Ashgar gives an extended growl, then settles down into a low rumble, rising up from his mounting position without releasing her from the grip of those many coiling tail-snakes.

"Your threat awoke something in me," he simply explains. "And I simply had to act upon it. I do hope you weren't seriously thinking of fighting me."

Leaning down, he runs his tongue along her back once more, and gives a satisfied mmm in response to the rush of flavour he samples from her.

"Now it's time for you to be my dinner. I was going to simply stuff you down my throat, but this new form gives me some ideas."

Fear isn't fuel enough to overcome her envenomed state. Her muscles go rigid, her heart pumps, her adrenaline spikes, but she still can't move much. She's stuck there on the floor while Ashgar considers precisely how he's going to devour her. Those tails taste her until finally one of them gets to be the lucky winner. She can't tell if he's controlling them directly or if they're all their own little minds. The other hungry serpents back off to allow a particularly thick one to dart forth, maw open wide, revealing its cavernous depths. She grits her teeth, gives a little grunt of effort as she tries to break free of the coiling grip and the paralyzing toxin alike, but she can't even give him some clever last words before she gets her face all wrapped up snug in the humid confines of the snake-tail's open maw.

It makes sure to indulgently suck on her whole head before doing anything else. Ashgar gives a small moan of pleasure of his own. She can't tell if it's a sound of sexual pleasure, or of culinary appreciation. Maybe a little of both. He watches over his shoulder while that tail slowly slurps her towards its throat, only to pull her around the front of him so he can observe every step of swallowing her whole. Those tails wrap around his body like a cloak while he toys with her, squeezes and constricts her all over, watching her squishy curves shift and squash beneath the scaly pressure working all around her.

"Ohhh, my. Such a delicious leopardess. Do I like the taste of cats or are you especially appetizing?"

He's so very matter-of-fact in his teasing that she's willing to believe she actually is delicious. That doesn't make getting eaten alive any more enjoyable. Though the smooth, wet confines of that tail's gullet are oddly accommodating for her vaguely squirming form. She tries to raise her arms, but the other tails keep them pinned at her side while she gets smoothly fed into the gaping, unhinged jaw of the snake. The bulge of her shoulders pushes out beneath the black scales, and soon after the more prominent outline of her bust makes for an impressive sight slowly sipping down towards the chimera's rump. He lets her wind around his whole body, finding her way back to his rear headfirst, bending with the contours of the outstretched tail while those heavy, pulsing gulps echo around her trapped ears.

Once he's worked his way over her shoulders and tits, the rest of the gulping is easier. Rapid-fire ullps drown her in sound as she gets massaged toward her destination, gobbled up with ease from where she lies helpless and bound. The deeper she goes, the more she manages to wriggle, for all the good it does her. That tail slowly sways up and down, rolling like a wave with the motions of her struggles. Stops her from getting her rump snugly suckled within that drooly maw. With her hips and rump perfectly framed between the snake's lips, Ashgar halts the devouring process for just a moment so he can take one last taste, with his own tongue. Or the one he currently has in his ever-changing mouth at least.

Pointing that snaketail upwards allows him to expose her lower half to him as he dips down between her parted, struggling thighs to slurp up some of the mess he left within her. There's plenty of cum splattered across her legs, her sex, and plenty of her own juices as well. He laps it all up and teases her until she's curling her toes with overstimulated pleasure. He even manages to work a bit of a rumble out of her before he pulls back to condemn her to consumption. Licking over his lip as he watches her descend, she swiftly vanishes from sight as he overtakes her hips and works down her thighs in one more powerful swallow.

Soon there's nothing more than a pair of feline paws sticking out of that tail maw. It drools upon her toes, nibbles her tail tip, and then just tosses its head back to fully swallow the thieving rogue whole. From fully contained within that tail, to sliding back and depositing into Ashgar's stomach through some alternate path or another, she vanishes in one last lingering ullllp that sees her slipping and sliding down the soaking tunnel and sagging his gut as she reaches her destination. The swinging bulge sways back and forth beneath him, hanging almost to the floor but coming just short. All that's left is for him to lick the lips of that hungry tail himself to catch the last traces of her luscious leopard flavour.

"Mm. Much better. That's where you'll be staying, until you are no more. It would have been so much easier if you just stayed out of my things, but that's how you cats are isn't it? Always poking your nose where it doesn't belong."

He gives a yawn and stretches himself out, swinging that sloshing bulge around as he moves. There's just enough evident through the layers keeping her from the outside world to make it clear that it's her in there, Mahiri the adventurer, swallowed whole and soon to be gurgled up for the shapeshifter's pleasure and sustenance alike. Even in the midst of her plight, she has to wonder how that even works. Does someone who can change his form seemingly anytime he likes even get pudgy from such a big indulgence as having a whole leopard for dinner? Maybe that's the dizziness talking. She feels lightheaded, weakened, and ever so sleepy. It's time to submit, time to slump down and admit defeat while she lets the churning begin, knowing her legacy will be nothing more than leaving Ashgar well-fed and satisfied.

GAME OVER

Ending 2

(Continues from "Seduce the creature.")

For as secure as that armour is upon her, all those many straps are there for a reason. If she pulls just the right ones, she can get it loose quickly, for precisely this kind of moment. Though they are of wildly different species - if Ashgar even has a species - she feels confident she can work him up with little more than a quick flash of her bust. A tug on two secret straps, in just the right way allows her to lower her leather chestplate and expose the soft fur beneath all that protection. She flashes a feisty feline smirk as she exposes her tits to him without so much as a word. They speak for themselves.

The hybrid tilts his head at the sight, as if confused. It's less that he doesn't understand so much as he's simply considering what to make of such an offer. As unusual as he might be as a creature, she can still read his expression just fine. A grin spreads across her lips as he steps a little closer, not aggressively charging but simply curiously approaching. He starts off on all fours, but he swiftly rises up on his hind feet without much effort at all. At first it looks like an ungainly stance with his bulky form, but as he narrows out, shifting and changing with every step, his gait fits his new figure better and better.

He gives an arch of his back to crack it into place as he takes on a hunching form, then stretches out a pair of paws turned hands, now adorned with fins between each. By the finned, aquatic appearance he takes on, and the reed-like fluff dangling from atop his head, she can't think of a better term for his new appearance than swamp creature. He sniffs at her with a big, pointed snout, slowly swaying a tail that sprouts a broad fin of its own like a blossoming flower. He has such big eyes in that form. It's easy for her to get lost in them, admiring the swirly pupil that's just a little naturally hypnotizing.

"Very well. You're certainly a master negotiator," he says, reaching for her with greedy, finned hands.

She doesn't hesitate to let him take a double handful of great big leopard breasts. They really pop once she unbinds them, pressing outwards to impressive size, only to get squashed back down again by his deep gropes. The attention is already enough to make her purr a little. She swishes her tail and looks the unusual creature in the eyes a little longer. Just what exactly possessed him to take that form when turned on? She slowly scans down along his form, and can't immediately spot his genitals, at least not until they really start to show. And it's certainly not like anything she's ever seen before. Maybe he simply wants to use something so unique on her.

There's something exotic to the point of alien about that cock pushing free of four increasingly gooey frills between his legs. It firms up audibly, slick with thick fluids, swelling out to a uniquely three-pointed tip, with multiple knot-like bulges along its length. The dark purple member puts out a humid musk that catches her senses, richly flooding her way the increased need to rut with the strange beast with every breath she takes. It's all enough to make her start fiddling with the other securing straps and strings that keep her all wrapped up as her thoughts shift rapidly from getting out of trouble to satisfying her own needs.

"It so rarely fails, truly. And besides, why should we fight when we can have freaky swamp-sex?" she playfully purrs at him.

He's not letting go of her breasts, squeezing firmly enough she gives the occasional moan, or even a small growl or two. She's just going to have to work around his grip to get herself bare. That outfit more or less operates as one interconnected piece, so it's like shedding a second skin, peeling her spots free of all the shadowy gear. His touch is warm, if damp, but she still enjoys the sensation of him working up and down her exposed curves as she steps out of her boots to press her bare paws upon the cool floor of the library. Ashgar makes a chittering noise as he takes her by the hips, presses his fingers into the curves of her ass, and slowly walks her back to what might normally be a big, comfortable reading chair. For the forms that can fit in it, at least.

When he heavily flops back to have a seat, he takes her right with him. She staggers until she just collapses on top of him, but a brief display of gracelessness is swiftly corrected as she climbs into his lap. Getting comfortable atop the unusual creature, she can't help but rumble at the thought of getting intimate with something she's never seen before. Is this his real form? Was the bear-lizard? Is there such thing as a true appearance for an ever-shifting creature like Ashgar? Regardless of the answer to that question, it's clear that this is the form he's chosen to use to fuck her. She awaits the pleasures it can offer.

Making out with the swamp-thing is a messy, drooly process. His spit is thick, filling her mouth within the first few moments of exchanging tongues. His is long, girthy, and ever so wet as he sweeps past her fangs to dance along the textured surface of her own. Meanwhile, he gives two big slaps to the cheeks of her rosetted ass with those finned hands of his. The echoing smack lasts for as long as those generous shapes wobble from the impact. There's plenty of soft feline booty to bounce in his lap, but first she needs to navigate that uniquely-shaped cock. She's certainly never taken anything like it.

He wiggles until he's got the various tips of it stroking down her belly. It glances along her sex, but they're not quite in position yet. First, he hefts her up with only the grip on her ass, showing surprising strength with a form that isn't all that physically imposing. She feels those tri-tips catching at her admittedly soaked folds, and then there comes the blissful feeling of sinking all the way down to the first of those bulging shapes around the middle of his cock. That's a lot to take at once, but her drenched insides accommodate smoothly, stretching around his shape while she huffs in his face and smooches his lower lip. He gives her a bounce with a thrust of his hips, sending her tits wobbling heavily enough to bump against her chin. Such a liability those are when she's nude. They jiggle enough with the slightest shake to nearly knock her out if she's not careful.

"Ahh ... never fucked a ... thing quite like you before," she huffs as she settles her tender folds down against that first knot, or what she's calling one anyone. The exact word for his form is something she can't quite think of, but it doesn't matter when his trembling dick feels so good stretching her out like that.

"And I don't make it a habit of breeding with thieves. But you're an especially soft one," he teases back. "And I always need a warm place to put some eggs."

She arches a brow, wondering just how literally he's speaking. Does he mean breeding in the true sense of the word, or just figuratively speaking of deep, hard, messy sex? A more sensible side of her might tell her to slip out of his clutches now, lest his shapeshifter cum does something weird to her body. Another part of her doesn't care in the slightest. Let the surprises come in abundance if it feels that good to ride him. She leans closer to him, squishing her bust just below his chin, offering another little smooch while he starts to properly buck beneath her.

It's not clear who's doing the most work. He schlicks in and out of her while she lifts her ass high, thumping down hard while they drive towards a shared goal. Of course those broad, rounded bulges have to fit inside her. She's ready to slurp down upon the first of them after a few good hammer blows to her sensitive folds. For as much pleasure as she takes from the smallest touch, the tiniest taste or caress, she loves a good, harsh rut. She's grown tough over the years, and all her many intimate encounters with people and beasts like Ashgar she probably shouldn't have fucked. Sitting in his lap means he can't pound her senseless, so she's just going to have to throw her weight into helping him along.

That first pop is as blissful as it is shriek-worthy. She projects the sound right into his face, and gets a satisfied grin in response. The bulging swell of his cock pushes against her inner walls, stretching her even wider while he plunges in and out. For a moment, she just slumps against him, letting him grip her ass tight and rapidly hump her a few times. She's not content to simply accept all that pleasure passively though. With a feisty yowl, she flashes her fangs both fearsomely and flirtatiously while she straightens up, lays her arms over his shoulders to brace herself, and starts really rutting down on that dick, driving towards the second knot to see just how stuffed she can get. Showing the outline of his cock in her white belly fur isn't going to dissuade her from pounding down with great thumps of her bouncing ass in his lap.

The second milestone is even thicker than the first. She grinds on it nonetheless while he clutches her close, slobbery on her with some wet slurps across her throat and face alike. His pace quickens, while hers gets rougher, pounding down with a rising growl, even an occasional snarl that bellows out amid the messy slurping sounds. His shaft is as wet as the cunt he's stuffed deep inside. He spurts a generous dose of gooey precum, or what she assumes must be pre anyway. It's certainly thick, clinging to her insides, bringing her deeper and deeper into a heated, rumbling, clenching state ready to milk him while she plaps down hard against his beastly body.

When she finally slurks onto that second knot-like shape, locking it inside her gripping sex to squeee and knead with all her might, she can't resist cumming for him. Her left leg gives some wild spasms that she really can't control, twitching as she curls her toes and digs her fingers into his back. A snarl slips down to a toothy yowl while she rapidly flexes all around his buried inches. His response is a groan of his own, his eyes shutting tight while he bucks up into her climaxing cunt, gripping her ass hard. He gives it one more smack for good measure while he pumps his hips, finally bottoming out and showing her precisely what he meant by eggs.

First, there's an eruption of gooey spunk so potent she can feel it bulging up his buried cock. It blasts inside her, painting her womb, coating every inch of its inner surface. But he's shooting more than just cum inside her. While she quivers atop his dick, she flexes around the solid shapes that bulge that solid ovipositor. The goo he shot inside her helps lubricate the passage of those heavy eggs that pump from his engulfed shaft, filling her coated womb with the belly-bloating weight of a clutch of swamp-thing eggs. Once they start squeezing inside of her, they just don't stop.

She squirms a little, mewling shakily. It's not that she's trying to get away, so much as she's just approaching overstimulation. Every single one of those eggs stretches its way in in such marvellous ways that she can't even hold herself still anymore. It's enough to send her into another state of clamping, soaking, gushing climax, until she can't tell when one orgasm begins and another ends anymore. Pleasure screams through her until she's wailing it out, barely even managing to make proper cat noises anymore. She certainly doesn't make it all the way to a roar, left gurgling and groaning instead while she gets her womb claimed by the excessively potent swamp-breeder.

Her hands tremble as she clings to him, and yet even shaking all over like that, she still rocks her body, rolls her hips, helps pump and milk a whole brood out of him until her womb is stuffed utterly full. More than full, she's left with the shapes of those many, many eggs pressing out on her belly, distending her to the point she can barely even fit in his lap anymore. Thankfully, he holds onto her tightly when she slumps back, ready to just pass out from pleasure and fullness alike.

They roll and rock around in there at first, but there's not much room for movement by the time he's finally done. He holds her there, his cock still sheathed inside of her, surely feeling those powerful purrs resonate through his entire body. As defeated as she might be by the orgasms that jolted her body to numbness, she can still rumble as much as she likes. The sound emanates from her as Ashgar slowly works his dick out of her, working to a hefty splurch as he finally gets it free from her splattered sex. The cascade of violet-hued cum that pours from her that same instant splashes down over them both, and neither of them seem to mind in the slightest.

"Ahh ... well. I guess you made your point. Whatever it was," she muses.

"I think you're much better off like this, don't you?"

Ashgar handles her carefully but firmly to keep her weighted body supported while he turns her around in his lap. That allows for a much more comfortable position leaning her back against his chest. He strokes her belly with one hand, and idly gropes a tit with the other, just a little possessively. Then he goes on.

"Don't worry. I'll be sure to care for you while you carry my clutch. Your every need shall be tended to."

She gives a little spike of her purrs in response, but doesn't say too much. Really, she's happy just to be handled, groped, and admired, no matter how heavy he's made her with one good gooey breeding. Adventuring can wait. Surely something so well-hidden will still be out there once she's laid a few dozen eggs. As for what exactly is going to hatch from them, she truly has no idea. She's never considered herself a broodmother before, but if it feels that good to mate with the shapeshifter, then she might just have to try out every last form he can possibly provide her. Once she has room for more, anyway.

GAME OVER

Ending 3

(Continues from "Throw haywire powder."}

She knows her inventory of tricks and traps so well by now she can reach into a hidden pocket, draw out what she wants, and toss it all in one smooth motion. There's no way Ashgar can possibly react before he's flashed by a burst of purplish powder that leaves him recoiling from the point of impact. He snuffles, sneezes, and eventually just flickers. It's an unusual sight even among all she's seen in her travels. He seems to vanish from existence for a moment or two, becoming blurry, undefined. She sees flashes of limbs, of teeth, of eyes all over his body for a moment or two, until he sorts his magic out and manifests suddenly as something thrice the size he just was.

Leaping back, she manages to just barely avoid the thundering stomp of a massive furred dragon. He has the same colouration as Ashgar's previous form, but that's the end of his resemblance. Spreading his huge, leathery wings knocks several bookshelves over as he seemingly readies himself for a roar - or maybe to breathe a belch of fire right at her. Before she can dodge out of the way, he seemingly vanishes once more, but instead he's shrinking down to a much smaller but still imposing figure in the form of a three-headed canine. A snarl from the centre head and a flick of a forked tongue from each one flanking it speak of mixed intentions that he never quite manages to play out until he changes once more.

He's still much taller than her in that third new form, though she can't help but find him cuter than he is intimidating. What's the name for that fluffy, fangy noodle creature he's taken on? Zorgoia! That's the one. Not the first she's met, either. He looks at her with a somewhat flirtatious look, or maybe it's just mischief. Either way, he doesn't seem immediately hostile. He wavers slightly on all fours before steadying himself, using his tail for balance. Only then does he speak.

"That was dangerous, you know. For both of us. Who knows what I might have become? I'll admit it was clever though."

"I had to do something. You were looking awfully vicious for a moment there." She shrugs. "Now, are we going to have to fight, or can we come to some sort of arrangement?"

It's subtle, but she shifts her stance as she speaks, from on guard and ready to something more relaxed, with her hips cocked to the side. She follows the path of his gaze as it works along her curves. Then she adds a little purr. It's barely audible, but perhaps felt while he stands close to her. All the while, she reaches to her chest to give that necklace a little squeeze. Something tells her she might need to make a small change to properly enjoy what's to come. She wouldn't mind exploring what those many forms of his can do, if it means he'll lay off on the whole intruder thing. She's never liked that word after all. Wherever she happens to be, she has every right to be there.

"I suppose we might come to some sort of agreement. But only because you have such pretty eyes."

"Among other things. Come here, cutie," she teases.

She doesn't even manage to get herself undressed before he treads closer, stretching out his body until he can curl her up in the elongated coils of his lengthy body. She finds herself nice and warm, buried in his fluff, and can do little more than stroke him while he gently squeezes her. Thankfully, he doesn't constrict her or cut off her breathing in the process of hugging her with his whole body at once. There's plenty of room to wriggle and cuddle while she pets him. Looming close, he breathes warmly on her face as she shares her rumbles with his gripping coils.

The effect it has on her is immediate and obvious. There's just something about being gripped and squeezed by a big, powerful beast that turns her on every time it happens. Which is occasionally. She shows her obvious lust for him as he kneads on her captive body. The bulge forming beneath her leather is one he doesn't ignore. Rubbing on the outline of her growing shaft, he lets her grind on him while she purrs and gives a few shaky breaths now and then. All seems forgiven easily enough when he has a warm cat to curl up around. He's calm enough that she doesn't even tense up when he brings his fangy face close to hers, licking along his chops until he can meet her in a tender kiss.

It's an overwhelming prospect given how much bigger than her he is, but she meets the challenge nonetheless. A sloppy, slurping makeout session ensues while she sucks on the split tip of his tongue, swallowing a generous amount of saliva in the process. Her rumbling only intensifies as he squeezes a little harder. He's being surprisingly gentle with her for an intruder. She knows she's somewhat vulnerable in such a position, but she's so damn horny she doesn't bother to focus on much more than the sensations of the moment. They cuddle, they hump, they grind their way to a mutually desirous state, but most of all they take their time exploring each other's mouths, sucking, licking, slobbering as they invade each other's senses with pleasing flavours.

"You are tasty, leopard," he tells her, though in an oddly non-threatening fashion. "I think I'm going to need more heads to properly appreciate you."

He slowly releases her, but not before he gives her a few last firm squeezes. From there, he finally releases her, leaving her stepping back, marred by just how tightly she's getting her dick hugged by her outfit. She simply has to get herself out of it, and she doesn't pay too much mind to what he's doing in the meantime while she strips herself down. It's such a relief to get her shaft free of those confines that she sighs out as her cock pops up, firm and glossy black, throbbing with anticipation for whatever he's got for her next. Looking up at him, he certainly seems to have a plan.

There's that three-headed beast again, pointing three canine muzzles her way, flicking forked serpent tongues from each. He's even taller than he was as a zorgoia. And he's crouching down, lowering his head, raising his haunches as if ready to give her a feline-style pounce. What might be threatening in other circumstances doesn't frightening her in the slightest. She's busy carefully folding up her clothes and armour alike for easy retrieval once they're done. And to make sure she doesn't accidentally set off anything hidden in her many pockets. She presents her naked spots to the cerberus and promptly takes his charge right in the chest as he barrels into her and takes her down to the floor.

At least he's quick enough to scoop a paw beneath her and cushion her fall. She would have been fine, she's sure, but she's happy to be cradled and clutched in those big soft dog paws nonetheless. He wags his tail as he looms over her, panting, drooling, letting those wet snake tongues hang out and drip upon her naked body. Sniffing doggishly along her form, he eventually presses the cool nose of his centre head right in her crotch, taking in her scents, her pheromones, drinking them down to get a taste of her before he even starts licking.

Those three heads go to work at once, finding their spots on her curvy body. One of them locks lips with her, and gets an enthusiastic tingle-tongued kiss in return, grasping with his own forked tongue. They make out while he slurps her tits with another head, working back and forth across them, perking her nips until he finds a place to latch on and just starts sucking. The third, the middle, focuses on the main attraction. He kisses her on the nuts, then gives those plush balls a few messy slurps. Soaking her in drool in the process of indulging in her body means her fur gets all matted down under his tripled canine attention, but when all she can do is moan into his mouth, drinking his hot breath with every gasp.

It's not long before he simply has to press that thick black shaft past his lips to suck on it a while. It's a forceful, pushy gift of pleasure that he grants to her, precisely how he wants to. She's left down to absorb it, to take everything he wants to give her. He takes her to the base and sucks her whole cock at once, slathering her shaft in spit while he bobs up and down in aggressive, even greedy motions. He's milking her, working her rapidly towards a ball-tightening, toe-curling, tail-twitching level of near-ecstasy and keeping her there while he works her bust with equally sloppy sucks. Fitting a whole tit in his mouth, he nibbles it and suckles it, keeping the moans flowing from her open mouth while he kisses her so deeply she's left swallowing his tongue.

Suck, slurp, schlurk goes his maw working up and down her dick, pulling the excess skin up and down along that thick head, wrapping and unwrapping it to slurp all the tastes off that glossy spire. Eventually, he pulls back and works just on delivering the wettest licks he possibly can. One tongue does a good job, but three can do even better. He lets her mrowling moans burst free as he pulls from the kiss, he pulls from her tender tit, and dips all three heads down between her spotty thighs to tease her with all the slurps she can possibly handle. From her belly right down to the base of her tail, he sets to viciously licking her every single detail, utterly slathering her in cerberus saliva while he tastes her to climax with the touch of his slippery tongues alone.

She gives him some growls as if to be imposing, but she's not impressing anyone, squirming her way to orgasm like that. He licks her cock from all sides, he slurps her nuts, he massages her taint with those tickling tips. It all leaves her flexing, twitching, and most of all rumbling until her shaft gives a solid bulge, a taut throb, totally stiff as her balls flex their way through milking out a heavy cumshot for him to catch in his open mouths. He positions himself just right, opening wide and swallowing some of those hot white ropes she offers. The rest splatters across his muzzles, coating the three-headed beast while she fires off with a silent snarl frozen on her face.

Panting, purring, but nonetheless hard as ever, she offers him a little smirk when she's able.

"You're more generous than I thought," she huffs, settling down from that peak.

"Generous?" He grins as he licks his chops, cleaning some of the clinging cat cum from his muzzle. "I expect you to equal everything I give. A cat knows how to lick, doesn't she?"

She arches a brow and then tries to peer around him to get an idea of what kind of cock that form's sporting. Before she can get a good glimpse, he changes once more. A shuddering, stretching expansion comes over him. Thick wings sprout from his back, spreading out to shroud her in their shade as the furred dragon form returns. He towers over her before he even stands up to his full height, holding his head high, arching his back, letting her observe the glory of that new shape he's taken. Then it's a matter of simply lifting a hind leg to let her get a good look at his thick dragon cock pushing free of its slit, nearly twice the size of her whole body.

Well, there's no way he's getting that inside her, but she can find something to do to make it up to him. She's still got her own cum splashed across her naked fur, but she pays it no mind as she rises to step beneath him. He's tall enough that she only lightly brushes her hair along his underbelly as she strolls towards her goal. That imposing cock is surprisingly smooth for a dragon's. She's used to them being all covered in ridges and even spikes, in her experiences with them. But this suits her just fine, as she reaches out to wrap her arms around it, hugging it against her naked body to smear her in its scent, in its heady, enticing dragon musk.

"I thought so. Treat me well, and maybe I'll show you the portal out of here," he teases. "But you'd better get ready to get wet."

He wouldn't be the first huge dragon to jizz on her. Though he's a lot less aggressive than the last one. She nuzzles against his shaft, gives it a few good sniffs, and then finally starts licking. As highly stimulating as that tongue might be with every slurp, she knows she's going to have to do more than that to truly satisfy him. She's got strong, nimble fingers that know exactly where to touch, and so even with the size difference, massaging him with deep, kneading strokes is enough to get the pre flowing. She hears him start to give those draconic rumbles, like purrs a bit bigger, boomier. Pressing closer, she rubs her own cock against his while she pleases him, using her whole body to grind, stroke, and admire his huge dragon dick while her heavy purrs enhance every single touch.

Her own rumbles intensify as she makes him growl, makes him throb and drip. She can tell she's in for a hell of a flood when his precum alone splashes down at her paws, thick enough to form a puddle, to speak her toes in the musky stuff. He's going to soak her and inundate her with that scent she so enjoys. She works her tongue up towards the slit from which that cock extends, slurping up the juices there, the extra dragon taste. It's enough to get her a little drunk on it, to make her throb and smear him with her own pre. Which hardly compares to the mess he's making, but she finds herself working to a climax of her own while she massages and outright worships his dragonhood. She hardly sees it as returning the favour when it feels so good to pleasure him.

When he starts thrusting back against her body, she knows she almost has him. She has to hold on tight to keep from getting knocked over, to keep the pleasure coming, but she manages. Humping him right back, she rubs her dick on his, revelling in his scent, his taste, drooling all over him while she milks out a lake of dragon precum. She hears his growls falling to snorts and groans, that wordless confession of delight as she massages him with her whole curvy body at once. Her breasts glide up and down his shaft, her cock grinds firmly against him while he throbs, and her warm, stimulating purrs are ever-present, ever vibrating against his colossal dick while he quivers his way to his massive, impending release.

Her confident pole dance is interrupted by a sudden bellow from the dragon's jaws. A flash of green lightning brightens the room, leaving her reeling, briefly blinded just in time for him to pull back from her attention and lunge towards her. Leaving her briefly off balance like that is perfect for knocking her flat, pinning her to the ground beneath his dick while he lowers his haunches to savagely rub on her with the full power of those pumping hips. She squirms at first, but she soon finds herself humping back once she recovers from the initial blow, clinging to his cock while he strokes himself off on her wet fur until he finally pulses to his peak.

She gets a good look at that cockslit expanding right in her face while an enormous load bulges its way up his shaft. Then all goes white as he floods her with the hot gush of pure dragon seed. She's drenched in seconds, hair plastered to the floor, body utterly immersed in the torrent of steaming spunk that splashes and splatters over her prone, pinned form. He empties his whole load all over her body until she's all but vanished beneath the storm of cum, left with it clinging to her every spot, her every curve, soaking into her skin and getting into every orifice it can. There's not a trace of her colour left. All his pure creamy white while he unloads on her with the continuous splrrrch of splattering jizz echoing through the increasingly flooded library.

Rivers of dragon cum flow off in all directions as he pumps himself to a snorting, huffing close, finally giving the last of his climax after cumming all over her for a minute straight, or so it feels. Mahiri doesn't move at first, seemingly drowned. It's more than she's simply too intoxicated to think. She's drunk on his masculine aroma, on his intense taste. She drinks what she can and eventually gasps to the surface before her lungs burn too strongly. Coughing, sputtering, she emerges with a spatter of spunk that hardly makes her any less visible, drenched so deeply as to wear his cum like a second skin.

"Hm," he chuckles when sees her rise up from the cum-puddle. "I suppose ... mmf ... you've managed to satisfy me."

The little groan in the middle of his sentence betrays how pleased he really is. He allows her to struggle to her feet, to crawl out from under him, occasionally coughing and gasping. For as shaken as she is by it all, she manages to stand back up, great gobs of dragon jizz pouring off of her at every moment. Then she grins beneath the layers and gives her head a shake and her lips a lick, trying to at least clean her face. Seeing clearly requires her to peel her soaked hair off her muzzle, leaving it sticking to her back and shoulders, a mop for all his cum. Yet through it all, she's still purring.

"Going to honour our deal?"

"I suppose. But touch nothing on the way out. I'll be watching you."

She's dazed, dizzy, and absolutely fragrant with the scent of dragon lust, but she's pleased to gather up her things and be on her way back the way she came. Not before she glances back over her shoulder at him, considering whether it might be more fun to stay with him a little longer and see what other pleasures they might share. Though the look he gives her from afar changes her mind on that. As hard as she made him cum, she still hasn't filled his belly, and that's a hungry gaze if she's ever seen one.

A little skip in her step hurries her along her way towards the portal. No sense lingering and reminding him just how edible she really is, especially when he's in a form that could so easily snap her up. She had her fun, and came up empty handed. Now she's just going to have to transport back into that desert and figure out what's next. Hopefully it involves a cool river to bathe in, for the sweltering, dragon-scented coating on her naked fur.

She still carries with her a persistent layer of dragon musk, but she can't let it distract her from the path ahead. There's no time to rest. There's only one portal left before her. The treasure vault is seemingly gone for good. With only one path left, she braces herself and prepares for the abrupt transition that awaits her ahead.

Ending 4

(Continues from "Grab something from the shelf.")

Perhaps she'll regret this. Or perhaps it's the only possible way she has to deal with him. She doesn't want to underestimate him. Someone with a lair as big as that surely has considerable power. She just has to fight such power with similar power. Moving swiftly, she reaches back and snatches hold of the first thing she finds, wrapping her fingers around some sort of spiral-shaped statuette. It's cold to the touch.

"What are you - oh, no, don't touch that ..." comes Ashgar's gasped response, but he's too late.

There's a flash of something from him. She shields her eyes at first, and then lowers her hand to find him glowing with some sort of mystical purple-blue energy. Clutching the relic tight, she feels it shiver and even writhe like a living thing as that shining light is visibly drawn out from Ashgar and instead siphoned into the thing she holds. It hums with unidentified power as she struggles just to keep holding onto it. The vibrations passing through it stimulate her whole arm. She has to use two hands to keep from dropping it.

The energy seemingly absorbs into the spiralling thing, leaving Ashgar staggered, seemingly dazed. Meanwhile, she feels something. The first evidence of any change coming over her body is the stretching sound of her leathers. They're pulled too taut to contain her body anymore, and the sound of straining leather eventually becomes a tearing noise. Bursting from her armour with the force of those sudden changes, she's left confusedly growling, trying to shake off the effects of whatever she just took into her body. Where moments ago she could barely hold onto that relic, now she can't drop it no matter what she does. At least for as long as she still has limbs.

Her arms feel thinner, shorter as some sort of terrible transformation overtakes her. Her legs are fused together, unable to pull apart. At the same time, her body feels so very much thicker, taking on more and more weight as she slowly slumps to the floor, seemingly falling right on her face. Rather than inelegantly collapse, she finds herself able to flex and bend in ways she never thought possible. Her spine is so much more aligned, allowing her to take on twisting, curling shapes the likes of which would have been impossible for even the more bendable of felines.

She's not a cat anymore. Her fur smooths over, replaced by the interlocking places of sleek, dark scales. Some remnants of her leopard markings remain, but in reverse. Her hide goes all black but for the decoration of some tawny rosettes. A hiss escapes her mouth as her many fangs shorten, but for two of the longest one. She can feel the poison welling up within her. She longs to put her venom in someone. Newly serpentized, the leopard turned snake lusts and hungers alike for a warm mammal to wrap her bulky coils around. And she just so happens to have a disoriented, magically drained hybrid right in front of her.

Where once he was of intimidating size compared to her, she finds she easily dwarfs him as she rises up, ready to strike. Her massive coils accumulate all around the library, pushing up against bookshelves, knocking over chairs. She lustfully hisses as she feels a stirring in her new slit. She wants him. There's nothing to prevent her from having him. While she might appear as a creature operating purely on instinct, everything she does is deliberate, done to fulfill and feed the newfound urges that dwell deep within her serpentine body.

"Now, miss, there's no reason to ..." he begins, and then it's all cut off as she encircles him.

She's pleased at how naturally moving her new body comes to her. Those coils are heavy, but elegant in their applications. Striking like a cobra, she bites him on the throat while she wraps her bulky body all around him, restraining his legs, utterly engulfing him in smooth, sleek, shiny snake. The first squeeze forces much of the air out of him, though she doesn't immediately move to crush or suffocate him. Instead, she just holds him, tightly kneading him from all sides as she withdraws her fangs. Those sharp teeth leave minor wounds at most, barely noticeable beneath his fur, but the effects are all but immediate.

"Take this in your veins," she speaks in a voice rife with wet hissing. "It shall make you mine. As you were meant to be."

He doesn't convulse with the effects of poisoning. Instead, he gives a stifled groan and finds himself squirming in her grasp as the aphrodisiac effects of the snake's venom overtake him. Mahiri gives another kiss, pressing her belly scales against his underside to curl between his legs and rub him where he's most sensitive. The venom would be enough to turn him on without the extra help. Grinding those stimulating scales against his firming shaft until he's hard to the point of popping his engorged knot free doesn't take long at all. She gives him a long, deep bodily squeeze as a reward of sorts for giving her what she wants.

Not that she intends to use it. She leaves him to throb against her coils while she caresses her slit across his belly. It doesn't take her long to discover what the transformation has equipped her with. She grinds and strokes back and forth, brimming with dominant need all thanks to her new form. Being a snake makes it so she absolutely must claim him, must rule over every soft, squeezable mammal she encounters. It's not that she's a cat turned snake. This has always been her true self, or at least that's how she feels as she revels in the pleasure of grinding her slick, slit-lubed cocks across the captive bear-lizard's belly fur.

Those hemipenes split off to the point of effectively serving as two shapes. She emits a pleasingly intoxicating scent of lusty serpent as she rubs herself against him. Every humping thrust comes with an undulating squeeze, but she stops just short of harming him. Now and then she feels a particularly significant pop of his joints in her grip, but nothing breaks. She's simply enjoying kneeing him in her powerful black coils too much to go any further. Eventually she poisitions her tail end near his face, swiping those shafts over the top of his head, then across his cheeks, smearing his fur with a potent mix of juices that just keep oozing from her slit and tips alike.

"Such a gift you've given me. To think I'd gone so long in that form." She speaks of her feline self with a certain contempt as she surges with the rush of power that comes with being a giant snake. "As my thanks, you shall serve my every need. There are many appetites that make themselves apparent now that I have taken this shape."

She's not sure what about that form makes her prone to monologuing so dramatically, but it feels good, just like everything else she's doing to him. Ashgar is powerless to defend himself from a serpent infused with all his power, even if she doesn't fully know how to utilize it. What need does she have for shapeshifting when she feels so good already? She gives a particularly firm squeeze around his middle, grinding her scales along his cock as she thrusts her own twin shafts directly towards his lips. They glance off at first, but with enough insistent pushing and smearing her precum on his face, he eventually opens up and accepts the erect snake spires, and all the clinging musk and pheromones they come coated with.

"Yessssssss," she can't help but exaggeratedly hiss. "You know your place. You are mine now."

She pushes forth until he's left gulping her cocks all at once. The pair push into his throat and remain there. He doesn't choke, to his credit. He's going to need such stability to withstand her greedy strokes between his lips. Constricting his entire body, suspending him up from the floor with the strength of her coils alone allows her to fuck and plunge deep within his open maw, to ride along that forked tongue of his while he extends it to tickle at her slick slit. Juices pour from her as she fucks his face, bulging his gullet with the girth of her twin shafts, taking him for her own as she writhes and twists all over with the pleasure coming to her brand new twin members.

A little drool escapes her open mouth as she leaves him to guzzle every drop of the juices spurting from her two tips. Flicking her tongue reminds him just how good he smells to her new senses. And how good she does. The rich, intoxicating scent of aroused serpent gets him drooling plenty himself. She mashes that taste upon his tongue with every thrust, making him swallow that musky flavour, making him get utterly inundated with it while she makes use of his captive form. He's not squirming in the slightest. His whole body is at ease, accepting whatever she wishes to do with him. Pleasuring herself with his body keeps her satisfied for the moment, but even as her ecstasy builds, she can already feel the emptiness deep within her coils.

Before she considers such needs, she focuses purely on the enchanting pleasure of the moment. This body can seize and take in ways she's never managed before. Not to mention, those cocks both experience pleasure at once. It amplifies in a recursive way, feeling better and better until she can't help but droop her forked tongue from her fangy mouth, drooling upon her captive plaything as she pumps her way towards a peak. Those shafts bulge, going taut with the rising pressure passing through them, leaving her hissing explosively, flooding the room with that wet, fierce sound. He better get ready to swallow, because she's going to give him absolutely everything she has to give.

The orgasm trembles through her body where she's all wrapped around Ashgar, harshly squeezing him for just those moments of climax. He sucks her obediently all the while, guzzling the juices that spurt from her before she even cums. Finally, with a bodily twitch that dangerously tightens her coils around his form, she stiffly erupts, pouring two hot jets of snake cum directly down the hybrid's throat. He can only desperately glurk it down while she absolutely floods him with fresh snake spunk. The release overtakes her for a time, but she never lets him go, never loosens her grip. He's only permitted to breathe again once he's chugged a belly-bloated load of cum directly from the twin taps.

Gasping as she slips her shafts free from his mouth, she works to smear the rest across his fur where it doesn't just splash over her scales. She likes the feeling of the hot liquid pouring on her shiny skin. She'll have to keep this in mind. But for now, her mind immediately turns to other desires. She knows she can fulfill them, and the most Ashgar can possibly do is squirm a little. Good. She hopes he does. A good fight appeals to those newly honed serpent instincts of hers.

"A good toy. I could keep using you, if I wished. But if I wish to make this place my own, then I think I shall need to dethrone its current owner." She snakishly chuckles to herself. "In seeking supper it is you who will be supped upon, it seems."

She's having such fun. As much as she knows she might be laying on the evil a little thick, she knows she can be as much of a villain as she desires. Ashgar coughs a little as he returns to relative awareness. It takes him some time to properly process what she said. Only then does he really start the wriggling. Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she feels that. A tight squeeze suppresses much of his struggling, but leaves him just enough room to keep burning off all that energy. He succeeds at little more than exhausting himself, and pleasing her in the process with the feel of prey within her coils.

"Don't be afraid," she coos, bobbing her head side to side right before his cum-splattered face. "I'll take such good care of you."

Now she's slipping into something oddly motherly. She's simply accepting every impulse, every bit of fun she wants to have with her unexpected transformation. Staring unblinking into his eyes for a while, she wonders if she can hypnotize him with merely an extended look. The reflection in his irises shows her that her slitted, green eyes haven't changed much. He doesn't seem to be falling under her spell, so she just proceeds with her meal. She licks along her lips in front of him, and then simply delights in watching him react as she opens her jaws up wider and wider still before him, revealing their slobbery depths.

Such a gape she's capable of making with her mouth. He'll surely fit inside. She overtakes his face in one smooth, long motion, enveloping him down to the neck while he makes some token hmmphs and groans of protest. Sealing her lips around his throat, she can't help but suck on him for a while. She never noticed until now, but he is absolutely delicious. Is it her hunger speaking, or is he simply an exotic, richly flavourful morsel for her to indulge in? It's like he's meant to be devoured. She slurps and even nibbles him some, but her fangs are smoothly tucked back, safe from nipping him. There's already plenty of venom in his body, and she wants him alive and conscious as he goes down.

The first gulp is every bit as orgasmic as the cumshot. She slips him deeper into the humid confines of her maw and then works that throat firmly on his face, dragging him into the slippery embrace within her coils. To feel him bulging beneath her scales is ecstasy. She wishes she could swallow him forever, but eventually she's going to run out of bear-lizard to devour. For now, she's just going to have to be satisfied with taking it an inch at a time, slowly working, massaging, pushing more and more of him between her lips to stretch her jaws all the more with his bulk.

Through it all, he's still aroused. She's never stopped stimulating him with her coils rubbing back and forth across his underside. Working his hard cock closer to her mouth, she teases him with her tongue along his belly until she can get a good taste of him. He's clearly a creature in need. Isolating in such a place for extended periods will do that to anyone. She delights in tantalizing him with swift swipes of her forked tongue, making him twitch and grasp even while he's half swallowed. Easing his dick towards her lips, she gets a good taste of the juices that spurt from him every time she licks or squeezes alike. Some part of him must simply find being overwhelmed and claimed by a massive, powerful serpent as intensely arousing as she finds eating him whole.

Once she has his crotch cradled on the crest of her tongue, she sets to teasing him all the more. She wants to taste him while she tastes him, working her tongue nimbly around his cock to stroke it as much as she licks it, all at once. She swallows down his flavour as much as his body, kneading the majority of his body in her tightly hugging gullet. Peristalsis is as much of a massage as it is a practical means of dragging him towards her gurgling depths. Such hunger within her. She can't wait to stuff herself full of a big, bulky former shapeshifter. Snake food is the only form that's relevant for him now.

Enough slurping and drooling on his dick eventually drives him to give a snort deep down in her humid depths. He writhes his way through an orgasm he can't resist, even while he's hip-deep in snake jaws. She tosses her head and uses her coils to shove him deeper all at once. He's left absolutely gushing all the way down her throat, cock dragging down her constricting gullet while he spurts all over himself. His cries are lost amidst the pleasured hissing as Mahiri tucks her prey away, licking along his back paws, letting gravity assist the powerful contractions of her extended throat to knead that rounded shape of bear-lizard down. She hardly needs the help, for how hard she's gulping.

The cumming hybrid works himself into a numbed, shaken state by the time he finally settles down deep within the shapely coils of the transformed serpent. Mahiri lets the swallow go on for as long as it needs, savouring every single inch he eases down into her body. Only when he's fully tucked away in his new home does she finally start coiling around herself to enjoy the feeling of being truly full for the first time in her life. Stacking her coils high, she finds a position with her still-wet slit pressed against the bulge of her prey, already feeling the first pangs of arousal growing just to feel him faintly squirming there.

That's where he'll stay for a while. He's her captive, dunked down in the darkness, overtaken by his own shapeshifting magic and eaten whole by the newly transformed snake. Perhaps Mahiri can be a leopardess again, whenever she wishes, if she learns to control the magic that's been transferred to her. Until then, she's content to curl up and grind against her meal, adding further insult to the reversal of fortune Ashgar experienced. Not only has he gone from predator to prey, he's getting her off in the process. She can't help but hump him while he dwells there, smearing precum across her scales to make them glisten that much more.

"Ahhh. Sweet Ashgar. That was your name, wasn't it? Not that it matters now. What's yours is mine," she teases, nudging her nose against his bulge while she grinds on him.

His abilities might have freed him from the fleshy prison, if he still had them. Instead, he's left to get worked over by the occasional contractions of the serpent's gut while she thrusts and rubs against his trapped body. Her hisses rise in intensity, boiling over with a sudden gasp as she eventually works herself to another peak, spurting all over herself and Ashgar in the process. Even sealed away in there, he can still vaguely sense the increased heat splashing over him. One last humiliation before he's snake food.

Mahiri's ready for a nap. Feasting on him took a lot of energy after all. All her thoughts of adventuring are gone from her head for now. Why venture out in search of treasure when she has a new lair in which to dwell? She shall make such a good snake, lurking, waiting for someone to intrude upon her domain. And when some hapless adventurer enters that place, unaware of the threat within, her coils shall bulge again. The ambition of delving into dangerous dungeons is one she can happily replace with being the danger that awaits in a dungeon all her own.

GAME OVER