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It didn't look much different from any other strip club, on the outside. Maybe it was one of the classier ones. The building was a fairly new one, and there was plenty of decoration on the outside. Neon lights, signs, patterns. All that shiny purple had a certain mesmerizing quality to it, if somewhat blinding to Mahiri's keen cat eyes. A great, bright sign gave her the name she already knew. THE TANGLED WEB. They definitely didn't seem the sort that wanted to stay hidden - so why all the strange,ominously exciting rumours?

Whatever the case, it was going to make for a good article. The leopardess divided her time between her fiction and her blogging, so it was rare she was actually out in the field, doing some investigating. That was what made it so exciting. She just had to make sure she managed to get in the front door. Walking up to the bouncer, all dressed in leather that particularly hugged and emphasized her juicy curves, she had to admit she was almost disappointed when he immediately waved her in. So much for sneaking in through a secret back route. You know, like a real journalist.

When she stepped into the misty interior of the club, she was greeted by the dull glow of subdued violet neon, some darkly haunting beats, and an otherworldly scent she couldn't quite describe. She was supposed to be a writer, but there were no words for that aroma invading her senses and setting her mind to more carnal thoughts than simply observing the place from some shadowy corner. No, she wanted to be front and centre, wanted to experience the forbidden pleasures of that den of sin for herself. Lightly twitching her tail to the heavy thump of the ghostly tracks playing over the many speakers, she found her way to one of the cushy chairs surrounding the main stage.

That's when she saw them. He? She? It wasn't immediately clear, by the flat-chested and bulgeless figure she spotted. Shapely, for certain. Nor could she immediately determine a species. There were traits she thought were perhaps feline, perhaps more vulpine, possibly a hybrid of such. Yet for all their ambiguity, the dancer before her radiated a certain androgynous charm. They embodied so many things Mahiri found enticing all at once, swishing and swaying there in a pair of web-patterned, hip-hugging shorts with a few rows of spikes as if daring anyone to try to touch them. Of course that just made Mahiri want to touch all the more.

She sat in silence, simply observing the sways and pumps of those broad hips up on stage. They were hugged tightly by a pair of frayed leather bottoms which only made them all the more appealing with that texture shining under the lights. Well, the two of them shared a fashion sense of sorts. Though for the moment, Mahiri was just a watcher, a member of the audience. For all the uniquely enticing traits of the dancer before her, she didn't see anything too unusual about the establishment so far. It was an experience much like the others, with a little extra style. That was when she locked eyes with the performer. They were looking right at her.

That talented performer gave a swish, a sway, and a spin of their body around so they could wiggle that ample ass for the leopard to see, watching her all the while. Then they bounced right to the edge of the stage and made an elegant leap down to the floor. No one seemed too disturbed by the interruption of the show. Another dancer took the hybrid's place shortly after their departure. For once, gazing deeply into the violet eyes of the ultra sultry stranger, Mahiri felt the shyer nature she'd once had, many years ago, resurfacing beneath the gaze of that entrancing someone. She simply had to get her hands on them.

Fortunately, that seemed all part of the guest experience around that place. She soon found her lap occupied by the ample rump of the dancer, while they leaned forth to press their nose right up against Mahiri's own. The leopard dropped into a pleased purr while she, reached up, wanting to grab and grip but hesitating. There was no need for that, the dancer seemed to assure her. They took her by the wrists and directed her to that fine ass she'd been staring at. A light grope soon turned into a deep, greedy squeeze. Did those cheeks get even thicker since she last saw them? There was just so much for her to knead beneath the tender, talented fingers of the former masseuse.

"Hello lovely," the dancer spoke in a purr that somehow cut through the blasting bass around the club. "Do you have a name?"

The leopard gave a little smirk, though she couldn't hide just how overwhelmingly turned on she already was. "Don't they usually make a policy of no names around here?"

"I want something to moan later," they swiftly replied, scooting a little closer in the cat's lap.

Such a motion meant rubbing up against the notable bulge she was doing a poor job concealing. The dancer didn't seem to mind. They lingered closer, breathing calmly in Mahiri's face, sharing a sweet scent that tempted the leopard to just leap forth and smooch that pretty face right then and there. Instead, she murmured a response to that initial question.

"... Mahiri."

Good job using her real name, she thought to herself. Though it wasn't like she was exactly inconspicuous to begin with, with that fiery hair of hers. Maybe this was just what she needed to get an inside look at how the club really treated their visitors. Nobody could confirm anything, but they spoke of everything from the best sex they ever had, to cult-like reprogramming and disappearances. Some of it seemed pretty far-fetched to her, but breathing in the sweet, pheromonal scent of the stranger in her lap, getting more and more worked up, she was starting to believe anything was possible.

"Mahiri, Mahiri." The dancer breathed in and seemed to roll that name along their tongue, as if tasting it. "Very good. You can call me Malafae. Mal's fine too."

That still didn't answer the question of gender, but Mahiri couldn't have cared less. What mattered to her was that Malafae was sexy, confident, and ever so squeezable in their shapeliness. Nobody was coming by to break them up. It was clear that the place lacked a no-touching policy. Malafae was touching her right back. Pressing their chest close to her bust, they squished into her curves and groped her just as much as she groped them, running their fingers down her back, pressing into her spine to stimulate in soothing ways. Her old spa training told her that was the touch of an expert, and she was happy to purr all the more for it. In such a state of relaxed arousal, she was open to almost anything. She didn't hesitate for a moment when Malafae went in for a kiss.

It wasn't for a moment a peck on the lips. No, the uncertain hybrid went right in for it, smooching the leopardess deeply enough that exchanging tongues just seemed a natural extension of such an intimate touch. They held each other and messily made out, slurping the inside of each one another's mouths, slopping, drooling, tasting. There was something sweet, something pleasing on Malafae's breath and tongue alike that made the cat just keep slurping, pressing her own tingly tongue back and forth to get as thorough a sample as she could. Malafae must have noticed how much she was enjoying that. They responded by shoving even more of their tongue into the big cat's mouth, until Mahiri was swallowing it.

Something tingled in that taste. Mahiri opened her eyes when she noticed it, but really had no choice but to gulp it down along with all that saliva flowing between them both. Maybe she just liked it. Though that seemed inadequate to explain how she went from casually aroused to desperately, achingly bulging against the stripper in her lap in a matter of seconds. She wanted nothing more than to explore the pleasures of that exotic body in her clutches. Try as she did to return the intensity of that kiss, her tongue could only reach so far, leaving her penetrated and swallowing despite the stiffness of her cock.

When Malafae finally pulled from that domineering kiss, they left Mahiri briefly panting. The leopardess drooled a little while she caught her breath, gazing forth through blurred vision and seeing little more than Mal's bright eyes, and their fanged smile. Mahiri watched that long, forked tongue slipping and lapping along the hybrid's lips while she just rumbled her satisfaction in response. Neither of them said much but for what their bodies communicated to each other as they interlocked the fingers of both hands, squeezing, holding, staring into each other's eyes. For all their slender shapes and softness, there was something in Malafae's gaze that made Mahiri struggle to match it without blinking often.

Finally, the dancer spoke, their voice cutting through the heartbeat-drums thumping all around them.

"Mahirrrrri," they seemed to almost purr, licking their lips once more. "You intrigue me. New here, aren't you?"

"Mhmmm."

"Well. I certainly don't do this for every new face around here, but I'd love to give you a little gift. Just for being you." They reached forth and tapped the leopard on the nose. "What do you say to something a little more private? We'll call it a dance ..."

They didn't finish that thought, letting Mahiri's mind fill in the rest. They both knew where it was going. But Mahiri was in no rush. She wanted to get the full experience, indulge in all the sensations and seductive Malafae could possibly show her. Partly for the sake of her upcoming article, but mostly for herself. They didn't let go of each other's hands. Malafae walked backwards to lead her along, not even bothering to look behind them the whole time. The club was their home, or something like it. The crowd parted for them as the swishing dancer guided Mahiri to what looked almost like a vault, or maybe a walk-in freezer. It was far from the usual curtain she expected.

When Malafae said private, they meant it. Swirling from the leopard's grasp, they turned their tail towards the cat, leaving Mahiri eyeing that fine booty. Such a fixation allowed her to largely ignore the elaborate series of locks Malafae busied themself with. It took multiple passcodes just to get into the place. Soon, they threw the heavy door open, dragging what looked like a whole section of the wall out of place at once, and simply vanished into the shadows ahead. It was dark in there.

Mahiri's eyes served her well as she took off in pursuit of the mysterious dancer. It wasn't entirely devoid of light, but the neon scheme was gone. There was a certain grimy dungeon flair to the private room, like a basement sex room, through she didn't see any equipment but for the great big armchair leaning against the wall. That seat was even cushier than the ones by the stage. Malafae was already in place, seductively posing there, stretched across the soft arms with their chin resting on their palm.

"Close the door behind you will you? We don't want anyone interrupting us now."

She didn't stop to consider it. A tug, and it shut once more with a heavy kachunk of a lock. A cursory glance revealed an obvious handle - it wasn't like she was sealed in. Then her attention was fully on the hybrid once more, as they waited for her to join them in the chair. It was plenty big enough for both of them. She squeezed in alongside their hip, rubbing, reaching for them just to squeeze whatever she could get her hands on. Mal was too quick for her. They swiftly slipped around and climbed into her lap once more. This time, they didn't hold anything back, pressing their crotch to the leather-wrapped outline of the leopard's cock while they rubbed the front of their shorts back and forth against it.

Mahiri still wasn't sure exactly what she was dealing with, but of course it didn't matter at all to her. She wanted Malafae. The rest was just details. Though as she rubbed close to them, she couldn't help but wonder if the dancer was in fact neutral, genderless. That was sexy too. She was ready to fuck anything in any way she could, in truth. In time her purring gave way to a slight twitch of her lip, curling up to reveal a few fangs as slight snarls broke through her comfortable demeanour. All the teasing was pushing her past just wanting Mal, and into something more like needing. The only thing that kept those feline instincts held back was the sound of Mal's soothing voice.

"Tell me about yourself, Mahiri. What has drawn you into this web of ours?"

It was perhaps an unusual line of question from someone currently rubbing firmly on the bulge of her dick, but the leopard didn't mind a little chat. Something told her this was more than just a regular lap dance. They were going to have plenty of time together, so it didn't hurt to get to know each other.

"Ah, well. I heard so many odd rumours about this place, I just had to find out for myself which one of them were true."

Mal's expression brightened at that, managing to somehow all the more seductive than they already did.

"Is that so? We always like to hear that. Our reputation keeps the customers coming ... even if it's too much for some of them."

The slight darkness to their voice made Mahiri arch a brow.

"Yeah. That's part of it, in all honesty. I guess don't tell your boss or such, but I was hoping to do a little writing about all this when I was done. I'll leave out the precise details, of course ..."

From pleased and charming, to ever so slightly put off by that reveal, Malafae briefly furrowed before replacing the mask of their smile as if nothing was wrong with that.

"Ah, I see. A journalist then?"

"Well, not really. Mostly a blog."

"Mm. Plenty of followers though?" Malafae curled a finger into the red locks of the leopard's hair, casually playing with it while they continued their grinding and riding.

"Mmmf - yeah, I suppose. A few."

"I see, I see."

Malafae left it at that. They suddenly didn't seem like they were interested in speaking. For a time, they seemed to be considering. Then they lunged. Mahiri found herself overwhelmed all at once by the smaller creature. For someone of their size and shape, Malafae could be all sorts of forceful. Not that Mahiri minded. She clutched the dancer by the rump, taking that deep kiss once more, then just gasping out as Mal broke away from it to instead nibble their way down along her throat. The ruff of fur atop her exposed bust was the perfect target for some slurping, and that's where Mal buried her face while the leopard licked and nibbled their pierced ears in return.

"Pardon me if I find myself suddenly less in the mood for conversation. Your body entices me, Mahiri," Mal seemed to almost sing to her. "I want to taste you. And I want you to taste me."

"I'd like that."

"First - I have to ask. Do you mind a little, say, restraint?"

They held out their hands, wiggling their fingers until they were stretching out some unexpected sticky strands between them, weaving a web before Mahiri's eyes. The leopard's eyes widened some. She never quite spotted the arachnid influence in the hybrid's appearance, but perhaps it was more evident in their seductive mannerisms, in their swiftness and their darkly enticing nature. For the briefest of moments, she suppressed a shudder as old phobias threatened to resurface, but she pushed it back. Malafae was far from the creatures that made her squirm in the unpleasant sort of ways.

"Mmmm. Now that is something new. I thought it was just the name of the place." She gave a soft chuckle. "Did they name the club after you? Or were you just an obvious hire?"

"I've always liked to pretend it's the former. I'm one of their best performers after all." Malafae smiled. "Now, let's get that top off you and get you bound. Just a little to start. Nothing you can't break out of, if you feel the need."

Mahiri put up a cursory fuss about taking her hands off Malafae's ass, but after shrugging off her heavy coat and then swiftly pulling the top beneath over her head, she was ready. Malafae reached out and skillfully unclasped her bra with a single claw, somehow without severing the strap. From there, she allowed herself to be tied up by the soft, silky natural ropes. They were sticky, but somehow kept from clinging uncomfortably to her fur. It felt something like a pleasing product being applied, leaving her feeling all the fresher and more pristine for their touch, rather than covered in anything unpleasant.

She had no idea how Mal managed to produce so much of it with such ease. It seemed to come directly from their claws, or perhaps just beneath them, woven with precise care to wrap around her arms and tangle them up above her head. The sticky cords felt tough, but if she tugged a little she could feel some give. She was all stretched out, newly topless and exposed, tits on full display. And there she thought the stripper was supposed to get naked first, but she didn't have to wait long for Mal to reciprocate.

Of course, a stripper wasn't without their certain flair. Mal turned their hips around and let Mahiri have ever so good a look at that finely rounded ass as they exposed it at last. It was every bit as fit and perky as it looked in those tight bootyshorts. Mahiri had truly never seen an ass quite like it, and that included her own. Perhaps she felt some slight regret for letting herself get all webbed up and bound in place, for how much she wanted to reach out and just grab those fine fluffy cheeks, but Malafae had plenty of ideas of their own. They kicked their shorts aside once fully stripped, turning forth once more and approaching with a grin.

While she was examining that naked body, the leopard stole a glance between Mal's shapely thighs. She spotted a slit, though she wasn't sure what to make of it just yet. It could have meant anything. And as the dancer hopped right up on that chair to stand right before the leopard's face, she was going to get a closer look. Malafae swayed and teased, swinging their hips from side to side, letting the leopard breathe in a more ample dose of those uniquely mesmerizing pheromones. They moved slowly, really putting some effort into each swing of their curves, inching closer only a tiny bit at a time. The temptation to break free from that webbing and simply lunge for what she wanted like a proper leopardess was an ever-present one, but Mahiri resisted it for the moment.

When they were within range of the kitty's sensitive whiskers, Mal instead whirled around to give a good look of that shapely ass beneath their lifted tail. From there, they settled back with a teasing little giggle, the sound of slightly sinister mischief if ever Mahiri had heard it. She ended up helplessly smothered between the cheeks of that fine rump while Mal all but sat on her face, wedging that muzzle in deep. Her absolute first response was to start licking. She'd held back long enough. Now it was time to let that desire out, fuelled still by the pheromones in her mind - and whatever it was she'd swallowed during this kiss.

There was nothing reserved about the way the hungry leopard ate that ass. She dragged her tongue in smooth, sloppy strokes up along the unknown creature's taint, absolutely lavishing that booty with wordless praise and saliva alike. It was all but a worship session, and one Mal certainly seemed to revel in, slowly pressing back, tighter and tighter, smothering the leopard's muzzle so deeply they could clench it between their cheeks while they kept grinding on their lips. A big cat's tongue of course was all sorts of stimulating, and for all their control of the situation, Mahiri still managed to make Malafae moan. The hybrid tilted their head back and outright sang some praises of their own for what a fine ass-eater the leopard was.

Maybe that was why the room was so isolated and secretive. That was surely only the start of all the noises they were going to make together. Mahiri feasted on the finest ass she'd ever licked, and Mal pressed back, rubbing, smothering, still giving a lapdance of sorts with the way they were grinding. Yet for all the pressure, for all the intensity of the moment, Mahiri still wanted more. Being stuck to the wall was fun and all, but those hips absolutely cried out for her hands upon them. It took a little muscle but she was more than strong enough to break free and simply snatch what she wanted, grabbing Malafae by the curves to pull them back even more firmly into her eager face.

"Mmm. Mmmf! Naughty kitty," Mal chuckled while they gave a wiggle of their rump, puffing their way through the passionate rimjob. "I think you need to get tied tighter than that if you're going to misbehave."

Mahiri didn't answer until Mal finally pulled their rump free of her face, with some reluctance. She was left licking her chops and staring at the dancer with a certain hungry expression while her cock threatened to burst right out of her pants. Only the strength of her belt kept it from escaping, as the leather audibly stretched under the pressure of her throbbing. Malafae reached for that bulge and ran two fingers along its perfectly outlined shape. Then she grinned.

"You'd look good dangling from the ceiling, all wrapped up in silk. I have plenty of webs to spare. Imagine yourself all bound up, exposed where it matters most. It's one of my favourite ways to suck a fat cock like yours."

The leopard smirked. "I could go for -"

"Good. Now get those pants off," came the dancer's urging. It was almost like a command, really. Shortly after, they grabbed her by the arm to yank her out of the chair.

Was Malafae really that strong, or was she just allowing herself to go along with it? Mahiri honestly wasn't sure. She soon found herself standing in front of the eager hybrid, purring, swinging her tail, just waiting for the bondage to come. Even if she was a touch uncertain about it all, perhaps. She half wondered if it was all an elaborate way of seducing her into a vulnerable position so Mal could steal her credit card or something - though nonetheless, she stripped down to her very last garment, leaving her pulsing in a pair of lacy panties that she'd soaked right through with the outright excess of precum that touch, that taste, and that pheromonal scent constantly clouding her thoughts helped her produce. They had to be peeled off with a little effort.

"Yessss," Mal seemed to hiss at the sight of the leopard's thick, glossy spire springing free at last. "I can't wait to taste that. I want to suck you dry, leopard."

Their sexual appetite was something to rival even her own. They were already starting to weave, drawing some thicker strands from their claws. Those looked harder to break free from. Before they started, she had just one hesitation, and raised her hands to halt their advance.

"Just. Not the face, alright?"

"Of course. I want to hear all the noises you make. Kitties are always so noisy when I get my mouth on them."

She certainly wasn't backing down. After already experiencing what a talented kisser they were, she absolutely needed to feel those lips wrapped around her dick. And that tongue! She awaited what it could do. They worked with slightly alarming swiftness, wrapping her arms up and pulling them behind her back. The binding went up from her wrists, all the way to her shoulders, and became the first thing to really help Mal hoist her up. Her legs weren't far behind, webbed together and then stretched up behind her, almost touching her lower back at that intense angle. She was plenty flexible enough for it, but it was still a lot to deal with one she was partially cocooned, dangling there from the ceiling with her firm cock sticking right out, flexing in the open air, dripping all the way back down to the floor.

Malafae circled it like a shark at first, drawing their tongue along their lips with sloppy flair. They didn't hide how much they were drooling for her. She considered it a compliment. Those webs held fast, despite the heft of her curves, even when she wiggled. She didn't bother to test them. Something told her someone like Mal knew what they were doing. While she watched, they dipped down beneath her, tilting their head straight back while they got under that leopard cock at last, and simply reached up to snatch her by the spotty hips while they engulfed her shaft all at once in a lunging, gulping schlrrrp.

The gasp that escaped her rolled right through her whole body. Mal dipped their tongue all the way down, scooping it beneath her balls, pressing firmly to her taint to massage her prostate from the outside. All that, while they effortlessly swallowed half of that glossy black shaft at once, even if it meant letting it bulge in their throat. She suspected Mal might have been an expert, but even then she'd underestimated them. They weren't so much giving her a blowjob as they were hungrily, even aggressively draining her, driving her into a pulsing, leaking state so swiftly she felt as if she was going to blow right into the pretty hybrid's wet mouth. She could hardly believe how much she made Mal drool.

The dancer treated her like the most succulent of treats, teasing her all over with their tongue. The whole while, she was helpless to pull away, or even to squirm much of all. It wasn't until then that she really noticed how firm those strands actually were. Maybe she could have wriggled out if she tried, but there was no way she was attempting such a thing with the stripper sucking her mindless down below. Now and then the taste Mal had laid upon her tongue still lingered. She caught little hints of it, little remnants that drove her even deeper into that heated, lustful state. Everything seemed like a good idea whenever she was around Malafae.

For all her feline stamina, she couldn't possibly endure the pleasure of those smooth lips gliding up and down her dick while Mal's expert tongue tenderly massaged her in all the most sensitive places. She found herself nearly convulsing with pleasure. It was hard to even believe one mouth could suck her so perfectly, could feel so very good slipping along in wet, noisy strokes. Mal clutched her by the hips, then the ass, pulling her down closer and closer to their muzzle to ensure she remained balls-deep in their mouth for as much time as possible. That swinging sack tapped at Mal's nose while they buried their face in them, lightly clawing her in the process of trying to suck her soul right out. Or at least that was how it felt, in the best possible sense of the phrase.

Mal never seemed to stop to breathe. They rammed the leopard's cock straight down their gullet again and again, guzzling every drop they could squeeze from it. Mahiri was absolutely spurting by then, and that prejizz was only getting thicker the longer Mal milked her. She bared her claws, but she couldn't do anything with them. Those webs didn't even snap as she writhed her way through an orgasm that sent her into a rumbling, thundering state of bliss. She rattled her way through her climax as the pleasure was all but forced upon her. Then she gave them everything she had, or it felt like it at least.

Twitching, throbbing madly, already gushing, she went from splashing thinner precum down their throat to fully, thickly creaming Malafae full of leopard spunk. They remained latched on, still sucking even as she unloaded directly into them. Her nuts flexed and pumped overtime, overworking themselves to fully drain her of all the fresh jizz she could possibly provide. She sort of managed to moan, but it was mostly just a rattled rasp of a snarl as she emptied herself fully into that fancy stripper. Mal wouldn't let go, even once she was dry-firing, milking her for a few more wild, spasming clenches until she finally mrowwwwled her complaints.

Only then did they draw back, smoothly slipping out from under her with a brush of their head along the underside of her web-bound breasts. She panted and drooled a little herself as Mal simply stood before her, showing off their open, cum-splattered mouth. It was like they wanted her to see what a mess she'd made of them, while strands of spunk dribbled down their chin or dripped from their fangs. Only then did they tidy up with their tongue and give one more showy swallow, letting Mahiri see them drinking her cum. For the most part, they'd managed to get it all down. Only a little bit streamed down their chest, mixing with their drool. By their grin, a taste was hardly enough for me.

"You know, I've heard stories of that feline stamina. Is it true you can recharge in mere seconds? That you could breed a dozen without so much as a pause for breath?"

While she spoke, they explored down along Mahiri's bound body, eventually wrapping their fingers around her cock. She was still a little sensitive. When that made her flinch, she gave a grunt and shook her head.

"Nnng - usually. But you really have a way with that mouth. I might need a-"

"Shhhh," Mal cut her off, and silenced her in the process.

She'd asked them to avoid the face, but apparently Mal had forgotten. A simple stretch of a stick strand across her lips sealed them shut, muffling her protests. When she squirmed in response, she found herself still bound, unable to get the leverage she needed to break free. Her brow furrowed. Who was servicing who, exactly? It was starting to seem like the dancer was getting too excited, losing control themself, for the wild look in their eyes, and the prominent fangy grin they flashed. It looked a little sharper than usual.

"I've always wanted to breed with a spotty one. I wonder if my eggs will have little rosettes on them?"

From annoyance to uncertainty, Mahiri's gagged expression was mostly in her eyes. She didn't exactly come there to become a dad. She'd only just met Mal, as pretty as they were. But one kiss on the lips and a quick jab inside with that great, flexible tongue was enough to stain her palate and mind alike with lusty thoughts, despite the circumstances. The tension in her body lessened after that simple slurp. Her purring started up again, automatic but welcome. Maybe it felt good to have her boundaries pushed a little. Maybe Mal knew exactly what she needed. Her cock certainly wasn't any softer for the forcefulness they were showing.

Of course, there was the question of how exactly they were going to fuck with Mahiri hanging from the ceiling, cock pointed down towards the floor. She was in no position for thrusting, and Mal couldn't even get on top and ride her from there either. The hybrid worked with their webs for a while, in what Mahiri assumed was going to be a readjustment. Instead, they were just tightening the cords that already existed, and adding more. She got almost entirely wrapped up like a spotty mummy as Mal just kept producing more and more of that thick webbing, seemingly never capable of running out. Was that a slight glow she saw upon their limbs while they worked to encase almost every single part of her, but for her eyes, nose, cock, and rump? Something flashed in the dark room while Malafae worked, giving her the briefest glimpses of some strange shapes dwelling in the shadows, previously unnoticed.

She didn't pay them much mind. It was probably just something being kept in storage. Her attention was mainly on Malafae, wondering exactly what they were planning with the horny cocoon of leopardess. Soon, they showed off just how spiderlike they were, wrapping their arms and then legs around her, climbing up to mount her from beneath. Mal all but strapped themself to her, glossing a wet slit against her shaft. It wasn't quite a pussy. Mahiri was wrong at first glance, and with enough grinding she soon found out just how wrong she was. Something stiffened and pressed forth, slick and slippery with lust, flexibly bending to stroke against her own shaft - and then to curl right around it.

Greedily gripping it like a lustfully lubricated serpent, Mal's cock of sorts entirely encircled the glossy spire that was Mahiri's shaft. They hissed with desire as they began to tug it closer, pushing that meaty length into their slit to be squeezed by the inner muscles and that ultra-flexible dick alike. Such a massage it made for, even over the first few inches, squishing that head beneath all the excess uncut skin while they took more, and more. It didn't take long for them to make Mahiri utterly bottom out within them. She wasn't even sure what she was fucking, whether it was cockslit, pussy, or a little of both. It hardly mattered.

For all the acrobatics of the position, Malafae didn't slow down in the slightest. They plunged Mahiri into their slit while they bucked and pumped beneath her, clawing at the layers of webbing over her spotty back while they gave her a reverse ride. Sometimes they even bit at her, chomping into the webbing they'd wrapped her in, but it didn't bring her any closer to getting free. She was utterly trapped, completely helpless to do anything but be pleasured and drained of seed like she was dealing with a feisty succubus. The cocoon seemed to muffle even her purrs of pleasure while she fucked that hybrid deeply.

Just how serious was Mal about breeding them anyway? Mahiri faintly pondered it, even while she grit her teeth with the ferocious lust that had overtaken her. Whatever the consequences for cumming inside that fascinating creature, she would have fought to endure them. As much as she tried to express some of that desire through some thrusts of her own, she remained very much stuck, very much trapped in place while Malafae controlled her whole experience. Those athletic hips worked steadily, firmly pounding straight up while they clung to her, bringing her closer and closer with each milking stroke and squeeze. The kneading of their own cock coiling the leopard's own only ensured the cat was all the more worked up, all the more virile as the pleasure started to truly blaze through her.

She half wondered if she'd ingested something illicit. Something more than just Mal's saliva, anyway. Every single nerve seemed to be caught up in the bliss. Mal's webbing felt incredible against her fur and skin. Their slurping, sucking slit brought pleasure to her ears as much to her cock, just listening to the slipping, slopping, splattering sounds of all their juices mixing together in a slick mating mess. She was tense, but not with anger or fear at the situation. Her whole body was flexed up tight with the power of the pleasure passing into her, massaged into her heavy shaft by the kneading of that fine, fuckable slit wrapped snug around her every single obsidian inch. Even being fully wrapped up in Mal's webs couldn't fully silence the roar that escaped her as she shot an even fatter load than before.

Mal took it all, clenching tight, legs secured firmly around Mahiri's waist while the leopardess shot them full of spunk. She gnashed her teeth behind those webs while her nuts pumped hard against that wet slit, pouring out everything she could possibly produce, absolutely flooding Mal full of feline cum until there was a distinct overflow down between their thighs. A distant splash of cream eventually fell upon her ears, plenty muffled yet still heard amid the cacophony of shuddering climaxes. Mal shook and flexed hard around that spurting cock all the while, either trying to milk it all the harder, or just having an orgasm of their own. The gush of juices that splashed over Mahiri's bare loins made the latter seem much more likely.

Even after she was left twitching and dry, buried deep within the hybrid, Mal wouldn't let her go just yet. They squeezed on her a few more times with slit and cock alike, made her mewl with overstimulation, and eventually just let out a little snicker to themself. Maybe they delighted in a little pleasurable torment, but Mahiri couldn't take anymore. She shook within that cocoon, but she simply couldn't do anything else to protest, no matter how much she tried to fight against those bindings. And yet, something about that still felt so very good. Even if she was mildly alarmed by Malafae's increasingly unhinged laughter.

"You know, it's rarely so easy, Mahiri."

She arched her brow. It was about the only thing she could do to respond. The hybrid schlurked off her cock and dropped down to the floor, dripping all the way. They looked ... different. Just a little. She wasn't sure what it was. There was that light again. It illuminated the chamber with a curious, sultry violet, giving her more glimpses of the shapes around her. Were those ... other cocoons? They seemed vaguely shaped like people, strung up in the shadowy corners, somehow unseen until those moments. Some of them squirmed a little. Others were motionless. Malafae went on.

"Some of you, I have to wrestle into my webs, have to bind you up struggling and protesting, but you? You're such a kinky kitty. You wanted this every step of the way. Even when I pushed it past what you thought was your limit. That's just how you like it, isn't it?"

It was no longer a question of how they were different. Malafae was changing. While their size and shape might have remained largely the same, there were features that had been hidden right up to those moments. A pair of jagged black horns, striped with that shimmering purple hue rose up from their head. Their eyes began to glow like neon lights. From their back their writhed two pairs of spindly, spiderlike limbs. Their claws got longer. Their fangs sharper. And on the very end of their tail, a formally concealed stinger rose up, bobbing dangerously near her face while she stared at the creature before her. The light reflected upon the walls, upon the many cocoons around her, while the spider-hybrid licked smoothly along their elongated fangs.

"You were onto my trail, it seems. And yet still so ignorant of what's truly going on here. You were right about one thing, at least. Of course this place is named after me. My thralls keep it running, and here, I hunt. The guests keep coming, and most of them? They're not good enough. You, on the other hand, are a keeper."

It was then that her horrified paralysis turned into a spike of adrenaline, and she fought her hardest against the layers of webbing that bound her in place. She succeeded in little more than exhausting herself, rocking her silky prison back and forth while Mal snickered at her plight.

"Oh, leopard. Cats are always so foolish. Strolling right into a demon's den like that, you it's like you were simply meant to be my next plaything. You're going to stay right there while I decide what to do with you. There's no way you're walking out of here after all you've seen."

Maybe it was fear, maybe it was anger, but with enough effort, enough thrashing, she eventually managed to claw her way out of a few layers of those webs, snapping some of the weaker ones. Mal quickly noticed and simply wound her up all the more, bringing her down from that suspended position so she was dangling by her wrists. That allowed them much more angles to pace around her, groping, spanking her exposed ass, pulling her tail, nipping and nibbling at her shoulders and neck. Those fangs never broke the skin, but she could feel how sharp they were, poking away at her. Even still, she refused to stop squirming.

"The way I see it, I have two options before me," Mal explained. "I could make you my breeding slut - put a brood inside your belly after I fuck your fat ass."

She twitched her tail at the mention of that. Normally she might not have thought herself able to get pregnant in such a form, but with someone like Malafae, anything was possible. Demons never followed the rules.

"Of course, I have already had such a pleasant sample of your taste. I crave more. Your body. Your life. I might just drain it all away to satisfy my appetite. You'll look ever so good on these hips you seemed so fascinated with."

Then the demonic spider-creature leaned closer, and hissed through their teeth.

"Have you ever watched an arachnid eat? It's an elegant thing. There's no chewing, no ripping, no tearing. One bite is all it takes to inject you with enough enzymes to melt you from the inside. I'll turn you into a kitty smoothie and suck you dry, until you're nothing but a spotty bag of bones dangling in my web. Slurrrrrrrrrp."

Mahiri flinched at that sound, still desperately wiggling. Panic was starting to set in. Her phobic side began to claw at her mind, especially as Malafae groped her with those extra, spiderlike limbs. Exhaustion didn't help. She was so very defenseless to their every touch, their every wicked whim. The only say she had in what happened to her was her desperate blinking as she watched them circling her with malicious intent. Then they stopped.

"It starts a little something like this."

A scream escaped her as they came at her with their fangs bared. They dug right into her neck, choking off those muffled wails of fright. She could feel something getting injected to her, something warm which swiftly spread all throughout her body once it got into her bloodstream thanks to her frantically beating heart. It didn't hurt or burn. Even the initial point of entry where they'd chomped her was starting to tingle in an odd sort of way. Maybe it wasn't the digestive juices Mal had been taunting her with. Instead, she felt a sudden stiffness that ran from the tip of her cock, all the way down to her flexing nuts, her taint, her prostate, her tail. Arousal overtook her like a crashing wave once more, forcing away the fear in her mind to focus instead on sheer, desperate need for release in a matter of moments. Whatever venom they'd just given her, it was an absolute overdose of an aphrodisiac.

Mal knew well just how sensitive she was after that extreme dosage. They stepped over to the side of her hip and tauntingly stroked a single claw down the length of that engorged ebon shaft. It was such a subtle stimulation, and yet it was enough to drive the lust-drunk leopardess to climax in a matter of seconds. She came hard for the demon, milked with nothing more than a touch, spraying her load all across the floor while she violently shuddered and shook in her bindings. They were as good as chains for how tightly they held her in place, resisting all her thrashing, partly muzzling the absolute wails of horror and ecstasy alike that bellowed from her open jaws while her body struggled to deal with the sheer overstimulation. She hadn't even finished blowing her load before she felt another swelling up in her taut, swollen nuts.

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"Hmm. It'd be such a waste of a good cock to leave you all hollow now, wouldn't it?"

They gave another few strokes up and down the engorged inches of the leopard's aching shaft, then swiped up a strand of those leaking juices so they could bring their finger to their lips. A lash of that purple tongue cleaned that up quickly. Then they went on.

"That, and I have been just dying to have my way with that spotty ass. I think it's only fair I breed you back after you gave me such an ample clutch."

A quick tug on their webs let Malafae ensure the rosette-clad cheeks of the leopard's rump were fully exposed to them. They rose up tall and grabbed them both, gripping them with the utmost of lusty demon greed, digging their fingers in until Mahiri couldn't help give a muffled yelp. They certainly weren't shy about using those sharp claws on her flesh, but they hadn't done any real damage. That booty was going to have to be intact if they were going to satisfy their desires.

First, they used that taut, possessive grip to spread the kitty's cheeks wide. A lash of their tongue along their lips and fangs, and they dipped their head straight down without a moment's hesitation. Starting with an extensive slurp along the back of her balls, they worked their way up across the smooth fluff of her taint until they got to that taut rim beneath her forcibly lifted tail. For all the webbing keeping Mahiri in place, she managed an impressive amount of squirming while she got her rump licked by that alarmingly flexible tongue. It turned out she could still be affected by Mal's venom from a little rimming - or whatever it was the spider-demon truly put out that made her so agonizingly horny from a single touch.

Of course Malafae didn't show any mercy. Their trophy wall of hollowed or impregnated captives did not exactly paint them as a creature of compassion. They delighted in the wriggles from their prey while they ate that feline ass deeper and deeper, forcibly penetrating the big cat with their wiggling tongue in time. Those mrowls were audible even while she was gagged by silk, resonating through her entire form as Malafae thrust deeper, deeper, curling, swiping, dragging, lubing up that tight rump for their eventual entry. But first, they took their time, pressing their fangs right up against the curve of that fine ass, gnawing on their catch while they tonguefucked her to oblivion.

A few spanks to those cheeks to make them bounce and jiggle was inevitable, really. Malafae did not possess infinite willpower. They couldn't help but slap that fat ass a few times while they massaged Mahiri's prostate until the cat came for them, totally hands-free. It built up in a pumping surge, then erupted from her without giving her any time to prepare, leaving her giving muffled gasps and cries as she blew another thick load of feline cream all over the floor. The river of spunk accumulated around his toes while the cat curled her toes and twitched all over, barely in control of her body anymore. Her sensations were Malafae's to direct, to inflict upon her however they wanted. And they had so much more pleasure to provide.

Withdrawing their tongue in one long, sloppy tug, they left her dripping with demonic saliva, writhing in the pleasure it brought her while Malafae's corruption ran through her veins. She couldn't bear it. There was too much pleasure for one mortal mind. Cumming wasn't even remotely enough to let off all the pressure coursing through her cock. Her rump clenched and flexed with the anticipation of more. She needed to be fucked, needed to be reamed harder than she'd ever been rutted in her life. Even with her cock fully solid, swollen to such a pulsing, urgent state it had gained a full inch in length, she could think of nothing but getting taken and filled with demon seed, no matter what the consequences. Mal had just what she needed.

Standing tall once more, Malafae made a few small adjustments to keep her right on the level they wanted. She was still suspended there, bent over, feet not touching the ground. It was as helpless as situations got, but for at least the moment, she could abide by those webs if it meant she was left vulnerable for Mal's desires. The demon finally mounted her, grinding up against her rump, giving her a few firm, cheek-shaking thrusts before she felt the curling touch of that ultra-flexible appendage

"I wonder just how big I can make your belly? How many demon eggs can one pretty kitty incubate? Shall we count them together? Will you even be able to count that high when I'm done?"

For all their teases, they didn't drag it out. Instead, they let that erect ovipositor dance along her rim just a little longer, prodding, nudging, toying with her pleasure until she was drooling for them in a cocoon of their fresh-spun silk. Only when they'd all but broken her with desperation did they finally penetrate her. That stiff shaft slurped smoothly inside her, lubed by their own arousal, by the juices oozing from their slit. A cascade ran down the leopard's taint while they shoved inside her, burying themself to the base and letting that flexible spider-cock pulse inside her for a while. There was nothing they could touch, no buttons they couldn't press. They were going to see how long that intoxicated feline's stamina truly lasted.

There was so much to explore, so much to stroke and massage with the curls and bends of their shaft, but first they had to give a firm, harsh thrust, delighting in the jiggle of Mahiri's assets. Her butt, her thighs, her tits, even a little of her belly wobbled when they smacked against her from behind hard enough. They were going to make it wobble so much more by the time they were done. But first, they needed to fuck that cat. They weren't going to deny her the feral rutting she so badly craved.

A fang-gnashing growl, even a snarl came with their acceleration into a pounding pace that spanked against her roughly every time their hips collided with her cushy cheeks. They fucked her ass hard while she swayed back and forth in their webs, kept from getting knocked away by the tight grip Mal had on her hips. The demon kept her close, clawing her as they gripped her, rutting her at a ferocious pace once they found the sweet spot beneath her tail. Yet for all their apparent brutality, they still found the precision to curl and stroke her on the inside, massaging that tender little pleasure button nestled there inside her. When they pressed it hard enough they made her cum again.

It was as easy as simply curling that deft ovipositor and applying some direct pressure to the most sensitive spot inside the leopard, forcing her over the edge into spurting, gushing, creaming ecstasy all over again. She yowled the best she could manage while she was confined to her cocoon while she clamped down on that stiff egg-layer wedged in her rump. Mal didn't relent. They pressed down on that button as hard as they could for as long as they could keep the leopard cumming. Mahiri shuddered from one climax into another, milked dry of all the spunk she could possibly give. And then a little more.

She was cumming herself dry, going into a twitching, painfully convulsing state once Mal worked that prostate for long enough. It was finally time to take their finger off the button, so to speak. They drew back, straightened their cock, and just plunged it into the cat once more. For all the pleasure they gave her, she still owned them right back. They were going to take it from her, even if it meant pounding her numb. The pounding of their hips against those ample cheeks was a constant thud into her cushy curves. For a lean figure, Mal had plenty of demonic strength hidden away, put to good use utterly destroying that fine feline in the most blissful of ways. She probably wouldn't even have complained even if she had her mouth free,

Soon, they were thrusting as hard as they were yanking her back to collide with their hips, drilling her hard, driving that spidercock in until it reached its very root. When they stretched it out all the way, it could reach some truly impressive depths, touching her in places she'd never been touched. And they had so many more new sensations for her as their shaft started swelling, pulsing out as it expanded to twice its size. Then it bulged. The eggs shot up through its length at rapid speed, sliding forth on a torrent of demon seed. Mahiri felt them popping into her rump, filling up her belly in moments, one after another while she writhed through another nearly-dry orgasm all throughout the process of getting fertilized.

She didn't even have a pussy, but that hardly mattered to Mal. Anyone could be their incubator. They laid themself over Mahiri's webbed up back and nibbled on her neck through the layers of silk protecting it, not quite biting but certainly reminding her of the danger she faced. Meanwhile, they kept the bump and grind on her breedable butt going, working out another, another, another of those smooth, slippery spider eggs until her belly sagged with the visible outline of an entire swarm. They stretched her so very full that some of the strands that kept her belly bound and confined finally snapped from the pressure, letting that heavy gut jiggle free. Her squirms couldn't break her from those webs, but the demon could breed her right out of them. Only when Mal had made her into a proper broodmother did they finally slow their place, giving a lick to the captive feline as they drew back.

The cat didn't even move at first. She slumped there in the cocoon, seemingly unconscious, or worse. Only once Malafae gave a rousing smack to that thick ass and yanked back without warning did she squirm again. Those muffled mrrrrrowls made it through some of the webbing, but she barely heard them herself. After that, it was nothing more than some groaning. She wanted to reach down and stroke her belly, partly out of admiration, partly out of horror for what was soon to start growing in her. Just what was she going to carry? She couldn't possibly imagine anything injected into her by a vicious spider demon was going to turn out well for her.

A glance at her surroundings told her she was going to be there for a while. There was no getting free of that natural bondage. She had only told a person or two where she was going. Maybe it would have been better if she hadn't. Even if they did come looking, they were likely to get caught up in the same seduction, the same strands that had so ensnared her. The spider always needed more victims, more playthings, more meals. Being spared a gruesome devouring didn't bring her much comfort when her belly was so swollen with demonic offspring she couldn't have walked, even if released from her silky prison. And Malafae wasn't letting her down anytime soon.

Instead, they paced around to her side, letting a cascade of demon cum squirt and squelch from beneath her tail, pouring down the back of her balls and thighs. They had many limbs perfect for groping a pregnant belly, and they put them to good use stroking along the sagging, gravid swell of the cat's middle. She flinched at every touch, not just because it was a spider demon doing the touching, but for the groaning, straining stretch of her gut that grew a little worse with every little stroke of admiration Mal gave her. Her figure was never going to be the same. Neither was her mind.

Eventually, once Mal had admired their lewd handiwork enough, they swished around to the front of the feline to lay a smooch right on her muzzled mouth. She hmmfed once, maybe in protest, maybe in discomfort, maybe in pleasure. There weren't any sounds she could have made to change her fate. She belonged to the demon. Though in case it wasn't abundantly clear just how permanent her new state was for her, Mal went ahead and spelled it out.

"Precious spotty kitty. Such a fine egg-layer you will make. Keep yourself good and still for me. You wouldn't want to disturb them." With that, they reached a spider-limb down to teasingly poke her in the middle, then brushed it upwards to squeeze a tit. "I look forward to seeing you as a milky, swollen broodmother. Perhaps I'll even breed you a few times before I tire of you? I suspect you'd like that."

They made a show of licking slowly across their lips, then parted them to give her a look at their fangs, as a reminder.

"Of course, if you start to bore me, or I simply find a more breedable bitch, I know what to do with you." They gave a wicked snicker and stroked her webbed chin with a claw. "But just relax, in the meantime. You'll make a fine incubator indeed."

There was a brief shred of hope in her shattered mind when Malafae cut her down from the ceiling with a swift swipe of their claws. It wasn't about freeing her though. Instead, they took her in the clutches of their many limbs and turned her around a few times while they stretched some fresh stands from their fingertips. Twisting, turning, wrapping her up all over again, this time they spared nothing for comfort or access alike. Mahiri didn't even get to see where she was going. Mal encased her from the very tip of her ears, down over her face, her bust, her gravid belly. Even her cock got smothered in silk once the spider demon worked down to it. She was still hard, her glossy inches getting wrapped up tight along with her taut sack, and her dripping rump. There wasn't a single detail left discernible but for the silhouette of her curvy, pregnant body by the time Mal was done.

From there, they simply hauled her over to the side of the room, where the other swollen bodies writhed through various stages of gestation. Some of them vaguely squirmed, but they mostly didn't move. Not just for their bindings, but for the broken, dormant state that came over them as their bodies fully devoted to their new tasks. Malafae stuck Mahiri up in an elaborate, interconnected web along with the many other breeders, letting her wriggle there a little longer.

It was all so futile. She couldn't break from that prison. Her breathing slowed, her mind blanked, even her heart stopped beating as often while that state of mindless subservience took her over. She was hardly Mahiri any longer. She was a spider's womb and nothing more. One of the many, enjoyed but hardly elevated over any of the other victims. Malafae was already back to their regular form and leaving through the same reinforced door in the search of more victims. A leopardess was satisfying, but the hunt was never truly done.

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The webbing effectively muffled her screams, but those fangs silenced them for good. They dug deep into her left breast, just above her heart, and injected her with a full dose of that insidious, nasty venom. There was no surviving that, she was certain. The spider-demon wrapped her in their many limbs, spindly and furred alike, clutching and clinging to her with the utmost greed while they injected her with that damning cocktail of digestive enzymes and pure poison. Yet for all the terror of the moment, for all the useless thrashing and panicking she wanted to do, the intense effects of the spider's venom sent her instead into a different kind of squirming.

No matter how much Malafae had managed to drain her of all the cum she could give, her cock simply wouldn't soften. It swelled to a desperately engorged state within those webs, leaving her all but forgetting about the terrible fate befalling her in favour of savagely thrusting and shaking with the urge to get off. She thought herself empty, unable to possibly give any more after being so forcefully pleasured to orgasm after orgasm but the demon's disguised form, but she was so very wrong. There was plenty more cum to siphon from her, even if it left her feeling like she was jizzing out her very soul for how hard she creamed herself in a matter of minutes after that initial bite.

All that leopard spunk remained mostly sealed within the confining cocoon wrapped around the wildly squirming cat. She soaked in her own seed while Malafae latched her dripping maw onto that small wound. With Mahiri's cries silenced by the venom working its way through her body, by the enzymes softening and weakening under the acidic assault, the spider demon was free to truly suck her dry. There was nothing lewd about the feeding process that ensued, though the noises it made suggested otherwise. The squelching, sloppy schlurrrrrp was even more exaggerated than Malafae had teased her with while they fed on her body.

The cocooned cat's skin pulled tighter and tighter to her bones the more the demon drained her dry. She came herself senseless, spurting another rope of cum seemingly every second, splattering the floor in her fresh seed even while her body hollowed and weakened. That venom was relentless. She wasn't allowed to stop jizzing herself stupid evil while Malafae drank her from the inside. They noisily gulped while they feasted on her fluids, as if they wanted her to hear every single second of the process. At least she didn't feel the true reality of what was happening to her, even Mal gorged themself to the point of swelling with her pre-digested innards.

From a voluptuous feline, Mahiri was more and more starting to resemble a husk, a loose skin wrapped around a skeleton as everything beneath her spotty skin got sucked down Mal's throat. The demon guzzled from her, not spilling a drop while her cock finally stopped twitching, her nuts stopped clenching. There simply was nothing more to give, no more pleasure, no more sensations in general. The cat's voice rasped in her throat as her body slumped more and more, unable to even support its own weight for all the fluids that had been drained from her muscles. All the while, Malafae clutched her close with all those many limbs of theirs, clawing, gripping, refusing to let her go until she was utterly empty. Nothing more than a scrap of skin.

Some part of her was still alive. Maybe it was that venom, preserving her far past the natural point of expiration, despite how many essential functions had been outright consumed by then. Still her body twitched a little more, and her ears picked up the sound of Malafae digging their tongue into that bite mark and wiggling it around to slurp the very last of her flavour away. They licked her clean and finally let her perish once they'd fully consumed her from the inside out, melted and chugged down, filling their belly to a slightly rounded sloshing size in the aftermath. Only when Mahiri was nothing more than a useless pelt within their webs did they finally withdraw their tongue and lips from that flattened breast. A showy slurp of their chops was for no more audience than themself.

With two hands cupping beneath their prey-filled gut, listening to the pleasing sloshes as they comfortably absorbed their prey. She was all theirs. For good. There was nothing left of her but for the trophy of her hide, left wrapped up and forgotten along with all the many other victims that lined the walls of Malafae's inner sanctum. Some of those cocoons were occupied by still-wiggling, thoroughly bred creatures. Others were hollowed out just like her, consumed and gone. Mahiri's seed lived on within the spider demon, creating something in her wake, but she was Mal's dinner and no more. They grinned to themself knowing that article would never be written. Nobody would ever find out what they did there - until it was far, far too late.