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She still didn't know his name. The chipmunk was a secretive fellow, but that just came naturally when dealing with dark, hidden powers. He promised her an opportunity like no other. Mahiri was finally going to do it. She was going to meet a real life demon, was going to devote herself as the first priestess to the hyena, to be honoured once the great queen ascended to her rightful throne. Or so the story went. The munk weaved such an elaborate tale, it was all but impossible not to believe him. Mahiri had listened closely to every word, and she was ready to worship the great demoness in the depths. It had become her purpose.

The rest of the cult of Shirazi waited behind. They were gathered together in the basement, brimming with anticipation, with the reverence for a figure they hadn't even yet met. But Mahiri was the one. They had chosen her to lead, to be their first priestess. She was going to be the only one to actually meet the demoness directly, the only one who was worthy of such a thing. The nameless munk spoke of her devotion, and of two qualities she possessed that would especially appeal to the empress in the dark. He didn't say what they were.

"Just a little farther now," the chipmunk cheerily said, clutching a lantern in one hand as he led the leopard down a pair of old stone steps. He could have brought a regular flashlight but this was much more evocative. "Soon you shall witness her glory."

Mahiri was all but purring with anticipation. The hidden place was nestled deep beneath a forgotten basement, somewhere under a seemingly abandoned house. A basement's basement so to speak. They walked on, the fall of their paws echoing until they reached a simple door. It looked like any other one might find in a home, painted black but otherwise mundane. Still, Mahiri could feel the heat emanating off of it, and from behind, perhaps a certain scent, her first hint of something truly enthralling wafting like perfume from within the hidden place. She was already enticed.

It wasn't as simple as just opening the door. The chipmunk stopped them there, and waved his hands in front of it in a series of increasingly elaborate incantations and gestures. Mahiri tried to follow along in hopes of memorizing it, but she couldn't keep up. Only after a full ten seconds of drawing invisible symbols in the air did the munk finally try the handle. The door swung open and bathed them both in a sauna of rich, mouth-watering aromas that left Mahiri licking her lips to avoid simply drooling.

Her guide dropped his voice extra low. "She awaits within ... your devotion is about to begin ..."

Then he reached over to push at her shoulder, urging her along. The cat felt a certain trepidation that made her legs a little weak, but she pressed on. She had to know. She had to meet her. The hyena queen who would grant her everything she ever wanted. Their fate was intertwined. Mahiri was born for this. She pushed on through the ominous shadows and darkness, into a place that seemed comprised almost entirely of shadows, until she finally saw the striped figure. Mahiri wasn't sure what she might have expected a demon queen to be doing when they finally met for the first time, though perhaps it wasn't quite what she imagined.

"Uh ..." the hyena looked up from where she was sprawled over a throne of skulls. The collection included a vast selection of different species.

The demoness had her legs over one of the chair's arms, leaning back, slowly swaying her paws while she sipped on a straw stabbed into the side of a box. She looked more surprised than anything to be disturbed. Before anyone could say anything, the munk cleared his throat and then threw himself to one knee before the lounging empress of hell. Or so he'd been calling her.

"Great Shirazi, I have brought you a gift. A gathering of worshippers waits above, but first - I present to you this one, the one among them all most worthy to bask in the glory of my queen."

He gave the speech in dramatic fashion, but Mahiri wasn't watching him. She had her eyes firmly affixed upon the naked curves of the striped hyena. Even lazing about, she was still spectacular to see, with her silvery fur thick and glossy, her ample shapes, her fearsome eyes. And of course, there was that dark shaft resting softly atop a pair of plumply impressive balls that Mahiri couldn't help inspect whenever the hyena offered a mere glimpse. But then her eyes were to the hyena's teeth, revealed in a grin that just kept growing, just kept stretching across her face until it reached an unnatural width. Those fangs flashed brightly even in that dark place.

Then there came the sound of her laughter.

Eheheheheeheeheeeeee

It was a rattling, unhinged cackle that echoed all over the unseen walls of that hidden void. Mahiri recoiled at first. Her eyes went wide just to hear it. Her knees shook until she couldn't stand anymore. The demoness cast her to her knees without so much as touching her, rising from her throne to tower over the fallen cat. She offered a hand, and the leopardess tentatively took it, allowing herself to be helped to her feet once more, looking directly into the hellish crimson gaze of the demoness. Even Shirazi's breath smelled arousing, puffed out hotly right in the cat's face.

"Sooooo," she hissed, licking her chops after that word slithered from her maw. "My own little cult? Such a kind gift. And such a present to unwrap I see before me."

Mahiri felt her lip trembling a little, but she did her best to respond.

"It would be my ... my honour to serve you in any way I can, great queen ..."

"Queen?" The hyena pondered for half a moment, then was right back to looking wickedly delighted. "Ah, yes, of course. Just as he told you. Queen of Souls. Mistress of Flesh. Whatever he has spoken of me, it's probably all true."

"Oh, they are obsessed with you up there," the munk explained. "A whole flock of them, just mewling for your appearance. They chant your chosen name, wishing only to be closer to you. You could do anything to them and they'd call it a religious experience."

He didn't quite sound like Mahiri was used to. Gone was the usual grandiose demeanour, in favour of something more casual. Shirazi gave another shaky snicker and just placed her hands on the leopard's shoulders, slowly curling her fingers into those soft red locks beneath her lifted hood. Then the hyena tipped her head to the side, and spoke more softly, deeply resonating with every word.

"And what of you, mortal thing? Sweet Mahiri, my my. I've known you in the other worlds. The places our stories intertwine. It seems we shall always meet, one way or another. Do the eyes of destiny perceive the chains stronger than the flesh?"

"I ... I don't know what you mean, Mistress. I only want to give you ..." the leopard began, trying to reply, but she stopped when the hyena placed a finger over her lips.

"Shhhhh. Don't try to understand. All that remains is to taste you."

Mahiri didn't have a response for that. She simply stood firmly in place as the demon leaned forth, locking the two of them into a tight kiss. It quickly turned sloppy as they exchanged an excess of drool. The demon's own was plentiful, and the leopard's flowed thicker as she tasted that long, flexible tongue sliding over her own. Soon she swallowed that wriggling thing as the hyena filled her mouth with it, slurping and tasting all the corners, behind every fang. After that, she pulled the cat's tongue forth and let her return the favour. There was so much to sample, so much heated flavour to suck down while she drank the demon's drool like it was the most refreshing of beverages.

"Gooood girl," the munk encouraged, patting the cat on the butt through her robe. "Show her what she means to you."

Shirazi pulled from that kiss and left the leopard rumbling as much as she was dripping. From there, she urged the feline down, pushing on the top of her muzzle until Mahiri found herself snugly nestled in the demon's cleavage. From there, she could breathe more deeply of the hyena's essence, sniffing her, kissing her, offering praise in every way she could without outright saying anything. She licked and slathered across the silver fur of the dark creature clutching her close. She tasted everything she possibly could, revelling in the sinfully exotic flavour she got in return for every caress of her tongue across that ample bosom.

She knew she was doing well when the munk squeezed her on the shoulder. It was both a gesture of encouragement, as well as one that helped guide her to the right spot. That happened to be with her dark lips pressed right up against the black teat of the hyena. Mahiri knew what to do. She latched on and simply started suckling with a certain hunger, gripping that tit tight in the process, working until she heard the demon moan. To bring a creature of such indulgence even a little pleasure was an accomplishment in itself. She was happy to be rewarded with the creamy taste of something smooth and silky on her tongue, draining it directly from that breast to gulp down and feel warming her from the inside. No doubt that small sample was already enough to corrupt her a little. She was well on the way to being a good thrall, a proper demon priestess.

"Now a little lower," came the munk's voice, pushing on the cat's shoulders while she sucked that plush demon boob.

Mahiri broke off from that breast with some reluctance, but there was plenty more of the hyena to explore. Shirazi ran her fingers through the leopard's crimson locks, stroking her claws right down to the scalp, scratching, clutching. It all helped the cat sink down onto her knees a little at a time, gradually making her way to the demon's cock. First though, she licked smoothly along that trim belly, getting as much of that tempting flavour on her tongue. She drooled on Shirazi plenty. The hyena didn't mind. She was already drooling a little herself, black tongue hanging over her lower lip, saliva trickling down upon her well-licked tits while she was worshipped by the feline.

Eventually, the leopard found her way down to the fluff of the hyena's crotch. The munk made sure she buried her nose deep, shoving the back of her head in there to hold her completely smothered in the spot just above the demon's dick for a good, long while. Mahiri didn't resist. Instead, she took to her new role happily, closing her eyes and taking as long of a sniff as she could possibly muster. The sheer potency of the pheromones flooding her senses left Mahiri in a temporarily stupefied state, rendered dull and empty by the wafting richness of pure hyena in her nostrils. Her eyes rolled back, her tongue fell from her lips, and she drooled just as much as the demoness herself, moaning her way up from that deep smother once she was finally allowed to breathe again.

Mahiri wanted to moan, and no small part of her wanted to simply laugh for the tiny sample of madness swirling through her brain, but she remained silent. Aside from her heavy breaths. She glanced up at the demoness and saw a wicked mask of amusement, perhaps approval. The sound of that thick cock audibly firming before her face left her mouth watering even more. She didn't need any guidance to find her way to the tip of that sultry spire. There was plenty of pitch black skin to roll back and unveil the plump head of the demon's dick. She pressed her nose to the uncovered skin and sniffed just below the tip, sucking down the scent of it until it had invaded her entire mind. The demon's musk had become her purpose, at least for the time.

There was still so much to taste. Mahiri had to part her lips wide just to wide that shaft snugly between them, suckling and squeezing as she inched it along her tingly tongue. She wanted to stimulate it as much as possible. Surely a demon could handle that scratchy texture being used to its fullest effect. Reaching up, she found a grip on Shirazi's stripey rump, one cheek in each hand as she curled the fur between her fingers and jammed her nose towards the thick fluff of the demon's nethers. All the while, she sucked, she swallowed, she guzzled the excess juices that poured from that sleek shaft, letting it stir around inside her belly. She could have savoured that taste for the rest of her existence.

"Deeeeeeper," came the hyena's rumbled, rasping voice.

The munk was quick to facilitate such a desire, planting his hand firmly on the back of Mahiri's skull to ensure she remained fully impaled on that cock at all times. She throated much of it, suckling on the base with her nose jammed firmly into the demon's fur. It made her glurk and shudder a little, but she never outright choked. At most she gave a little mmmf now and then as she adjusted to that gullet-bulging girth making a swell of her creamy white neckfur. There was no room to actually bob on it for a proper blowjob. She just kept it jammed in her throat while she kneaded it with her lips, stroked it with her tongue, and chugged down a full cumshot's worth of precum every few seconds. That cat was getting stuffed. But she could still be so much fuller.

It was only when her stamina started to waver that she was finally allowed to slurk free. She slipped off that cock once released with several strands of juices sticking to her lips, left to gasp and cough like she'd just swallowed a fat load. But she hadn't even made the demon cum yet. She was swimming in Shirazi's musk to the point her eyes slightly watered, but there was so much more to sample. Once she'd recovered, she promptly rose and clung to those striped thighs, pressing her nose into the hyena's nuts to take another deep huff of that precious scent. It was her drug, her ecstasy with every breath. Every swallow of tainted, corrupted air was its own little climax.

"Cast yourself at your queen's feet. Or was it empress? I kinda forget." The munk gave a shrug, then just stepped on the leopard's back.

Mahiri went down heavily, sprawled out beneath the hyena while she got another heavy dose of scent, this one slightly different than the others. Those heavy paws had plenty to slurp and clean. She barely even thought about it. Reaching out, the cat took the hyena by the ankle and just started tidying up those feet as thoroughly as she could. Across those toes she went with her tongue, then between them. There was plenty of perspiration to slurp off. Why did a demoness need to sweat anyway? The leopard found herself wondering as much while she worshipped, moving down to dig her tongue between the smooth black pads of those big hyena paws. Wasn't she used to the heat? Or maybe it was precisely for the purposes of seducing devoted little musk-loving mortals like Mahiri. It was certainly working.

Of course, a mortal was still mortal, and Mahiri had her limits. Her senses were all but numb after spending some time thoroughly cleaning both of the demon's feet. She could barely feel her tongue anymore. Yet still she served, until told otherwise. Another little whack on her butt partly roused her from her stupor, leaving her blinking back to consciousness and looking up at the hyena as she stepped away. The munk leaned down, rather blatantly groped one of the cat's tits, then whispered in her ear.

"You've done so well! We're both, like, super impressed. In fact, you're so good at this that you get a special reward now." He drew back, then took her by the shoulders, helping her turn onto her back. Then he spoke louder. "You get to be the designated throne."

Shirazi simply snorted, seemingly amused at the antics of her - well, whatever the munk was. Apostle? That seemed to fit. Mahiri didn't consider it for long, because she soon had the thought-breaking sound of the demoness' cackling in her ears.

"Such fresh flesh sluts you bring me. I see the tickle it brings you every time you lie. All the wicked promises, and she shall simply be mine when I am done with her."

Mahiri perked her ears, trying to understand. It didn't help that Shirazi was prone to fits of snickering every few words. Either way, the demoness wasn't speaking to her. She praised her loyal servant for the find, and then she simply turned that rump around, hiked her tail, and came down firmly on the prone leopard's face. Mahiri barely got a chance to react. She was immersed, smothered fully beneath that stripey backside, shoved right between those ample cheeks. Such thick curves the demoness had. And Mahiri made the perfect throne, mewling her pleasure as she got her nose nestled at the base of Shirazi's tail, sniffing at the sweat and the natural pheromones present around a hidden scent gland. To say she was intoxicated was to do a great disservice to the concept of drunkenness in general.

She sniffed and she smooched and she licked. A sloppy, drooly rimjob from taint to tailbase and back again was precisely what the demon deserved. Mahiri was soon slurping like a fiend, obsessing over the hyena's rump as Shirazi so resoundingly shoved herself down on that pretty little muzzle. The leopard's features were soaked with sweat, some of it even her own. Her hair was matted and stuck to her head. She was hardly the pretty kitty the munk brought forth, but that hardly mattered. All that did was that she properly served as an eager, worshipful throne, adoring the demoness from her rightful place beneath her.

The hyena wasn't content to simply sit. She worked her way to a slow, sliding grind, making sure to mash that rim down on the leopard's features. Mahiri wasn't just a throne, she was a steed to be ridden, smothered in sweaty demon rump, getting thumped on while the hyena snickered away above. The leopard was just going to have to do her best to keep serving during such a wild ride. She still managed to slurp and smooch, to kiss and worship the smooth black rim pressed against her equally dark lips. By then, she'd slathered it with enough saliva to make it glisten, and the excess drool poured down the sides of her fluffy white cheeks. That only added to her dishevelled look when the hyena finally rose up from her seat, leaving the cat steaming, plastered with sweat, panting as she wheezed her way back to life.

"She sings sweetest under my tail. Yet there is always room. Always room for more. Another wailing one beneath the stripes. Do you want to feel her descent? The quickened march of her inevitable oblivion? Do you want to taste the fear on my breath?"

Shirazi's words had a tendency to blend into one another when she really got going like that. The munk just chuckled, apparently understanding it all.

"Haha, yeah. Totally."

Then, from unhinged rambling, the hyena's voice shifted to sudden demonic boom.

"PREPARE HER."

Mahiri flinched away from the sound. It was like a punch to her senses just to hear it, a stern reminder that she was dealing with a demoness. And she wasn't sure if she liked where it was going. Maybe she was just nervous, but none of what Shirazi spoke sounded like the kind of priestly duties she expected. Worshipping was one thing. But what was next?

Before she could raise her concerns, she got snatched. The munk didn't exactly handle her gently. He took her under the arms and forced her to her feet, leaving her on shaky legs while he ripped the ceremonial robe right off of her. For a moment she was struck by a sense of modesty, wanting to cover up before her new mistress before she remembered who she was dealing with, and what she'd just been doing. Those ample feline curves bounced free without anything to hide them. The hyena was upon them in an instant. And so too was the munk himself.

She hadn't really paid him much mind since meeting Shirazi. He'd been the one who convinced her this was all such a good idea, that nameless, nearly faceless figure in the robe. His words were as persuasive as he was mysterious. But when she tore her gaze away from the hyena for just a moment, she found herself looking at him in a whole new light. All of him. The cult's spiritual guide had cast away his concealing garments to instead reveal the entirety of his red-black form. She saw the horns. But mostly, she noticed the goo.

His tongue was hanging from his black maw, matching it in tone. It was coated in something much thicker than saliva, almost tar-like in its viscosity and shiny obsidian hue. It dripped down his naked form and to a fully firmed up cock that matched the slimy appearance of his tongue. He was hardly just a chipmunk. Mahiri naturally assumed that someone who spoke as if he had direct contact with demons would at least be touched by their corruption, but it was more than that. He was hellspawn himself. She was sure of it. And he looked ever so pleased at her reaction.

"What's the matter, Mahiri? Come on, how'd you think I met her? We're like. Work friends."

Shirazi hissed a breath then gave a little giggle. She took hold of the leopard's shoulder from behind. A press of her soft lips to the very inside of one of the leopard's ears allowed her to whisper her menacing words directly into Mahiri's mind.

"Such foolish minds come crawling down to my void. You wish to worship my malevolence? Do it with your cries. Do it with your mortal terror. Do it with your torturous demise. Be consumed and destroyed for the simple purpose of my pleasure. I will grow fat with your eternity. I will belch your hopes and dreams."

That something wasn't quite right about the meeting shouldn't have been a surprise. The munk had even warned her. Demons were unpredictable. They took what they wanted. Mahiri was just going to have to hope she was worth keeping. But not keeping. She stepped away from the demoness, but that just had her bump into the other demon. They surrounded her with smiles and leaned in to lick at her neck and throat, sandwiching her between their forms. She got a pair of void-black cocks rubbing against her fur, and for the first time she didn't offer her praise and adoration in return. Instead, she tried to push them back, finding her strength faltering at the effort, her arms suddenly weak and useless like she was in the middle of a nightmare. Yet every intense sensation of their slurping tongues, their dripping slime and drool, their nibbling fangs pressing into her skin reminded her just how real it was.

"But ... but if you're not who you say you are, then what's the true purpose of all of this? Why did you bring me here?"

The munk just gave a shrug. "Eh. Thought it'd be funny to start Shirazi a cult. Figured she can always use more easy victims to eat."

" ... Eat?" Mahiri already knew they were speaking of such a thing, but she refused to accept it.

"Yessssssss," came Shirazi's hiss. She opened her jaws and clamped her teeth onto one of the cat's ears, painfully. "We're going to share your precious little holes. Fuck you. Break you. Take you. Make you into our little pet. Then I'm going to devour you, and everything you ever were, everything you'll ever be. It's dark down there. How long will you mewl for me before the end?"

Mahiri didn't even manage a verbal response. She stammered some, never fully forming words, and then she gave some alarmed little feline whines. None of it mattered. They were swiftly upon her. The demons moved with unspoken consensus, seizing her, turning her, forcing her into the position they wanted. She found herself with her face shoved in Shirazi's bust once more. This time she tried to resist, tried to keep from smothering in the head-spinning musk the hyena gave off. Then she sank deeper as the munk bent her over from behind, clutching her hips once she was in position. She was spitroasted between the two of them, completely trapped, overpowered by their presence alone, their physical strength aside.

They spared no handle they could get their hands on. Whether it was the munk pulling her tail, the hyena tugging on her hair, or the both of them just digging their claws into her supple flesh while they pushed to penetrate her together, there was plenty to make her squirm and whimper. Soon those sounds were muffled by the cock jammed straight into her mouth. She was left to swallow it again, but this time her concentration faltered. She choked on it while she got a gooey munk cock shoved up between her thighs, plapped clumsily against her pussy and smeared it up in that excess slime that seemed to constantly ooze from him, as if his skin itself produced the stuff. She didn't even want to know what his cum felt like for how much of a drenched mess he was already making of her soft, still-wet cunt.

"Such wriggles," the hyena snickered as she bottomed out in Mahiri's throat, tapping her well-worshipped nuts against the cat's chin.

"Such writhes," the munk agreed with a nod. He was still fumbling about against the leopard's pussy lips until he finally caught the spot between them and started stretching her out with his demonic girth. A relief-like sigh escaped him. "Ohhhhh, yeah, that's the stuff. Been waiting for that ever since I recruited her."

Mahiri managed a muffled little mewl around the overwhelming obsidian girth jammed between her lips. She was already drooling, her saliva mixing with the precum welling up in her throat. It didn't take long for the demons to start fucking her. She was their shared sex toy, their sleeve to use as they pleased. Their pace was rough and inelegant as they thumped her from both sides, testing the elasticity of her spine while they pumped those jiggling spots. She was thankful for her curves. Without that cushioned ass, it would have been a whole lot more uncomfortable to be taken from behind by the gooey demon-munk. Though he still smacked her thighs with his fat nuts while he schlurked that slippery cock in and out of her sex, staining her on the inside. It felt like it'd never wash out.

She felt similarly about the wafting raunch emanating off the both of them. Indulging together seemed to make the demons all the more musky, as if their scents swirled and combined in the air around Mahiri, further flooding her already overloaded senses. It was enough to make her nearly forget about all the threats, about her impending fate. There was a floaty feeling in her head when every single shuddered breath between deep plunges of hyena cock down her throat was completely tainted with that combined hellish essence. Her legs quivered beneath her, but they kept her on her feet by virtue of being so deeply, greedily buried inside her from both sides, steadying her with those impaling shafts while they slopped her up and made her belly bloat with the excess of their juices already. She dreaded how big she was going to get when they actually came inside her.

From a steady plapping to a more brutal, destructive ramming, the demons accelerated to a chaotic crescendo with the cat sandwiched between them. If she tried to squirm too much, she just got more of her hair pulled out, or got her tail yanked all the harder. The demons were going to finish inside her exactly as they wished. They were a flurry of motion, drooling on her as they clutched her and pounded her. The hyena cackled plentifully as her cocks welled taut between those soft black leopard lips. The munk just gave some exaggerated grunts and moans, nnnghing his way to a climax as if he wanted to humiliate the big cat with just how much he was enjoying forcefully rutting her pussy.

Then it all came to a finish, nicely synced as if choreographed in a final frenzy of swinging, driving thrusts that left the both of them absolutely buried balls-deep in that shaken cat. She felt their cocks thicken with just how much spunk they pumped through them. Then she was guzzling. It was gulp or drown as she chugged down that excess demon spunk, milked straight down her gullet, fresh and creamy. It more or less resembled the kind of cum she was used to swallowing, demonic only in the sense that it was especially thick, potent, and plentiful. The munk's, on the other hand, was anything but normal.

The burdensome sensation of being filled with the raunchy goo-demon's jizz was one that almost immediately made her knees buckle. He painted her womb with the heavy stuff, weighing her down with the sheer heft of all that thick black goo shooting out of his cock. Worse still, she could feel it travelling deeper, crawling through her body, breeding her in an instant. Somehow she just knew from the immediate, invasive tingling sensation that she just got knocked up with the insidious chipmunk's demonspawn. Her belly already resembled the breeding slut they were turning her into, helped along by the sheer excess load pumped down her throat to the very last drop by the deafeningly cackling hyena.

When they pulled from her, she gaped and choked, pouring black cum between her thighs, coughing up the thick globes of hyena cream clogging her throat. She crawled there in a pool of those combined juices, utterly drenched in demonic essence, stinking of their sex. Her head was spinning. Her jaw was sore. She could barely even feel the mess he'd made of her pussy for how numb he'd left her with all the slapping smacks of his hips against her ass. Yet still for all the mess that splashed forth from her fallen form, there was so much more for her to mop up with her face. They grabbed her and forced her to kneel for them, surrounding her in fat demon sacks, nestling her face against their nuts from both sides so she was utterly immersed in hot, choking aromas of pure indulgence.

"I like this one," the munk simply said.

"She simmers softly in the dark. Every tender moment another to tear from the untouched mind," came the hyena's rambling.

"I know right?" the munk agreed. "Look how good her face towels up all our gross sweat, too. I know how to pick them."

Mahiri was utterly inundated, too drunk on their musk to actually muster up a coherent complaint, despite the circumstances. She got rubbed on and used to clean up those plump nuts, but nothing could truly remove all the perspiration clinging to them. She was saturated, soaked, marked so thoroughly that she was pretty sure her soul itself would have smelled like demon balls by then. At least it was a break to recover, if not exactly catch her breath. They casually humped her, smothered her, dominated her while they loomed over her, their sex-slick cocks still plenty hard. They were no doubt ready for more. She just had to wonder how much her body could even take.

It was time to find out. They hauled her up again, this time right off her feet. Four hands were all over her, groping her as much as getting her into position. She found herself facing the demoness, looking at that infernal visage through blurred vision. That made Shirazi somehow more frightful to gaze upon, when she couldn't even properly discern the details of those many glimmering fangs, illuminated by the persistent red glow of the hyena's eyes. She found herself with her legs spread around Shirazi's hips, then hefted right up, higher than her head as they grabbed her and pinned her between their forms once more.

"You've gunked her good," Shirazi snickered. "I will slide forth on your slime."

"Oh, yeah, sorry for the mess. Think I mighta put a demon baby in her too. Not that it matters."

"Breed the demon-feed. Let her womb awaken one last time before the acids," the hyena spoke in a moan, rolling her head back as if the words themselves were pleasurable to her.

Then they fucked her. It felt as if it happened all at once. There was no building to it, no testing her tight holes before they plunged inside her from both sides at once. She was left rattled by the sudden shove of demon dicks into her ass and pussy alike. The hyena bottomed out in seconds, fully sheathed in her sex and womb alike, her cock swimming in the slime the munk left within her. He wasn't far behind in her backside, burrowing forth with the help of that thick yet still thoroughly lubricating goo oozing from his cocktip and skin itself. His dick slurped its way inside her, leaving her with two pairs of absolutely enormous balls snug against her body, tapping, bouncing, then whapping on her rump and petals while they began their inelegant mating once more.

The thud and slap of their thrusts went along with the crushing pressure of their bodies squeezing in on either side of the folded feline. She was bent in such a way as to allow them to go as deeply inside her as possible. She watched those bulges alternating back and forth in her bloated belly, stretching her and slipping back, again and again. Shirazi smacked against the cat's thighs hard enough to generate a satisfying wobble, and the munk got even more jiggle out of her while fucked her ass hard enough she swore she could taste his goo on her tongue. Maybe she was just breathing in the musk from the air until it became a palpable flavour in her mouth.

She felt as if she might lose her mind under the barrage of vicious humping. It was impossible to tell who fucked her harder. She felt them both, no matter how numb the rest of her body got. The driving demon dicks stuffed her full and eventually milked out a strange, convulsing fit that might have been an orgasm. There was plenty of pleasure crackling through her form, plenty of juices squirting out of her that weren't demonic in origin, but she was left in a haze, barely able to even properly mrowl. Though a few feline screeches still escaped from her open jaws before the end. They hadn't yet completely broken her that she forgot she was a big cat.

With her toes curled and her tail twitching against the munk's chest, she finally submitted to the ecstasy they forced upon her with every thrust. Not just a shuddering, clenching half-orgasm, but a full pounding, clamping cumshot that saw her utterly splattering the hyena's dick while Shirazi sheathed herself fully within that bred cunt. Just because the leopard was already knocked up didn't mean she couldn't impregnate her again. If it was even offspring that demonic seed would bring her, and not some strange, hellish transformation. Even if she somehow managed to survive, what would become of her? What terrible creature would she become once she was full of the corrupted seed of both those maniacal demons? What would she inherit?

All was lost in the sea of spunk they offered her. They made sure to cum inside her as deeply as they possibly could. A clamping chomp of the hyena's jaws on her throat felt for a moment like it was going to end her, but it was nothing more than a mating bite, a possessive nibble on one of her most vulnerable places while the demon blasted her full of jizz. The munk nibbled plenty too, working his sharp, demonic teeth along her shoulder and the sensitive scruff of her neck. He silenced her lingering whimpers and rowls by biting that loose bit of skin tightly as he shot his seed inside her rear, only further stretching her gut with the sloshing excess that emptied from the pair of nuts grinding on her body.

Mahiri was full, and moreover she wasn't even sure she could feel most of her body anymore. The demons held her there for a time, suspended between them by their cocks and teeth alone, not even bothering to clutch her. Then they simply stepped back in relative unison, pulling out and letting all their excess juices pour down and mingle into a great black and white puddle. She plummeted into it and splashed down hard, further soaking in the smell of hellspawn, slipping when she tried to pick herself up. There was just no escaping them. She had no more strength, no more willpower. Her arms gave out beneath her and she simply collapsed in the mess beneath her, forever stained by their tainted mark, accepting whatever came next. Or maybe she just forgot about it.

While she was helpless in her ruinated state, they licked her. They didn't even have to bend down to do it. Their tongues unfurled like carpets being rolled out, reaching all the way down to swirl and stroke along her splattered body. They slurped each other's tongues in the process too, seemingly flirting over their broken victim, as demons did. Wrapping those black slurpers around and around each other like mating snakes, they squeezed and then unwound to lick up the mess that clung to Mahiri's naked spots. Such efforts only replaced it with even more goo or drool. It poured down her sides to meet in the puddle beneath her, swirling with the black and white mess. The colours of all that demon jizz never seemed to blend, for whatever reason.

"She tastes good. Think you'll like her," came the munk's voice, unaltered by his tongue being extended about six feet from his mouth.

"A feast for the queen of the underworld," the hyena boomed, then she fell to a sharp cackle that lasted at least ten seconds. When she was done, she spoke with less grandeur, sounding ever so briefly sane. "How did you ever convince them of that without even seeing me?"

He shrugged. "Guess I'm pretty persuasive. Or, you know. Cheated a little."

Shirazi grinned even more broadly, then turned her attention back to the fallen leopard. She slipped into a deep, ominous whisper.

"Now. It is time. Let us chase away the gaze of mortality. They can't see you down here, Mahiri. You're mine. I will write your final pages. I will strike from every record. Never are. Never were. Always mine, ever so destined as it is. You'll be so much better with a silent scream where the fat is stored."

Taking the cat by the shoulders, she forced Mahiri to stand. Or to approximate it, anyway. The leopard was far too weak to actually steady herself, so she just wobbled there, manipulated like a marionette by Shirazi's unbreakable grip. A shudder ran down her spine as the moment loomed. She knew what was coming, but she was oddly calm about it, at least outwardly. It was more her complete devastation and terror combined that kept her from madly thrashing around as the demoness slowly opened her jaws, giving Mahiri a deep, dark view of that ebon-fleshed maw. Its slick confines glistened with anticipation for her. Those fangs gleamed bright for all the excess drool. That was enough to finally remind her body how to squirm.

"Wait, wait, wait," she babbled in a shaky voice while her fate loomed before her. "I can be your priestess. I can serve you any way you want. I'll be fully devoted to you ..."

The munk just took her by the arms, suppressing her flailing and shoving against the hyena's chest.

"Nah. The best service you can give is being lunch. Or is it dinner by now? It's hard to tell down here."

From there, Mahiri had nothing more to contribute to such an argument but for her struggles and her cries. She let forth a lingering scream that was soon mostly silenced by the slobbery flesh of the hyena's mouth. Shirazi wrapped up her face and muzzle, then worked to gnaw and nibble her way over the cat's entire skull. Those teeth pressed down firmly, chomping her on the way in, but never quite fully chewing. Mahiri was going down whole, thanks to the clutching and shoving provided by her predator and her assistant alike. She had four pairs of hands all helping to guide her into the fangy cavern of the hyena's maw, feeding her into the gulping grip of that undulating gullet. Smothered in peristalsis and slathered in spit, she slid smoothly towards the demon's gut, a meal for the empress she envisioned herself loyally serving for eternity.

Maybe it was a test of faith. Maybe she was supposed to feel honoured, to give praise even as her gruesome demise loomed closer and closer. She couldn't do it. There wasn't enough willpower in the world to make her just accept it, to enjoy it. Not when she had her whole bulging down the hyena's throat, her wailing expression framed for the munk to admire while he pressed closer and closer to the leopard from behind. Now and then he even humped her, rubbing his dick against those spotty curves, smearing them up in yet more black goo. Shirazi certainly didn't seem to mind the stuff. It didn't slow her swallowing process down in the slightest. She was devouring that cat, whole and squirming, screeching all the way down to her stomach one heavy, shoulder-rolling ulllp at a time.

Those fangs tenderized her tits in the process of squishing them into the fleshy confines of that hungering tunnel. The munk nibbled on her too, digging his fangs into her ass while she got hefted into the air by both those hellish creatures. She tried to pull away, and tried to kick him in the chest too, but nothing stopped her from getting hauled right up off her feet and ever rapidly turned upside down so she could freely flail in the air. Everything hurt. Every muscle was sore and strained. She didn't have much fight left in her. Her arms were pinned to her, tits were flattened down by the constant clenches of that throat around her. Even her screams were getting squeezed out of her by then.

Both those demons just wouldn't leave her ass alone. They groped her, bit her, licked her across those plump cheeks before Shirazi finally stuffed them into her mouth and started swallowing the cat's shapely backside along with the rest of her. It was quicker by then. Mahiri fell straight down until she splatted to the slimy bottom of that belly, and from there she was left pushing out and weakly punching at the walls of her new prison of flesh. Her efforts were as meagre as her hope. She wanted to just give up. Maybe then at least she wouldn't spend her final moments exhausted. Nothing she did kept the hyena from hotly slurping her thighs and tail down in one great, wet finishing blow. The munk gave a firm push on the bottom of her paws to fully seal the deal.

Down Mahiri went, kneaded by the insides that hungered for her, until she'd accumulated fully inside Shirazi's gut. The squeezes coming in all around her formed her into a ball of sorts, testing her feline flexibility to its fullest. There was barely even any room to struggle in there. She fussed, she shook, she fought back against the compressing chamber, but Shirazi just gave a wet belch and licked her chops in satisfaction. There was no disturbing a demon's digestive process. They were made to eat entire people. Soon Mahiri had two pairs of hands groping her all over while she writhed about in increasingly caustic juices, knowing the worst was yet to come.

"Damn. Nice," the munk simply said after Shirazi let out another extended, thundering belch. "How was she?"

"Doomed," Shirazi simply boomed at first. Then she dropped her voice extra low, so that Mahiri could feel it vibrating over her. "Silly little spotty thing. I'll cross a thousand canons just to find you. Again and again and again. I will take your face. I will become your new skin. Your taste has always been on my tongue. Now your life will endure only as my flesh."

From there, she turned her attention to the munk, and lightened her tone considerably.

"Such a gift. Does this one care for me, perhaps?" She gave a teasing snicker. "Do we as demons know such things?"

The munk just shrugged, and kept on groping the hyena's belly. "Iunno. Kinda wanted to watch you digest someone. You're good at it and stuff."

"Gooooooood," the demon seemed to roar.

Together the demon settled upon a bed, manifested in an instant for them to sprawl. Mahiri felt her gravity shifting, tossing her around, splashing the sizzling acids all over her fur. It didn't take long before the uncomfortable cramped experience turned torturous. She was being digested, alive, feeling every little detail of her body's destruction. Plenty of her was still sensitive and sore from getting gangbanged by the hellspawn, only amplifying the misery of being melted away at such a pace she was still conscious to notice her missing pieces. She was thankful for the dark, in one sense. At least she didn't have to watch the agonizing process of her spotty curves being processed down to demon feed.

At first the munk and hyena simply cuddled, pressing close, exchanging the occasional smooch and lick while they both stroked at Mahiri's melting form. The excitement of ending someone eventually proved too much for them to handle. They didn't speak a word as they launched suddenly into sex. Shirazi just bumped her shoulder against the munk's own, urging him to get on her back while she mounted on top of him. Though her dick was pulsing again, she left it stiffly pressed against her prey-stuffed gut while she instead sat her taut black rim down on the munk's gooey cock. It schlurcked sweetly into her tight hole as she hiked her tail and shoved herself down on it, taking him to the nuts while her belly bounced and wobbled right in front of him, perfect for groping while she rode him.

"I'm going to milk you while you watch me appreciate your gift. Touch her. Squeeze her. Feel her scream and die while I convert her to something better. Worship the fat she becomes. Wear the seed she helps me make."

"Nnnngh, yeah ... I can do that."

It was a brief break in the munk's demeanour. Even he couldn't stay fully nonchalant when he was experiencing the pleasure of the demon 'yena's rump wrapped snug around every inch of his shaft. She didn't ride him gently. All the jostling shook Mahiri around madly, helping the digestion process fully coat her and melt into the places she tried hardest to protect. The sounds came muffled from the outside, but inside it was all throat-searing screams until her voice instead gurgled in her throat. She suffered and weakened while her curves got churned to goop, siphoned into the great, curvaceous body of the demoness, or converted directly to a fat load of jizz that left Shirazi's nuts stuffed and expanding, taut with their sloshing load.

They were still talking while they fucked, but Mahiri couldn't hear it anymore. A conversation went on entirely without her while she gurgled away in merciless demon juices. They pleasured each other near a peak, but left themselves grinding on the edge, huffing, jolting, jerking about with the violent convulsions of demonic pleasure while Mahiri grew weaker and weaker. Her mind was nearly empty. Her body was ruined. Her willpower had drained from her body. She saw no more alternative. She was going to be demon pudge. Perhaps it had always been her fate.

Finally, after enduring the complete, abysmal process of being broken down into sludge and bones, the cat was finally allowed to breathe her last deep down inside Shirazi's stomach. She was nearly featureless by the time she finally perished, digested to unrecognizability but somehow still alive, perhaps preserved by the demon's malice. Then she was little more than twitching meat, still warm, still fresh, all being sucked down deeper through the hyena's digestive system while she rode the munk's cock all the harder for it. The excitement of ending a mortal's life sent her into a brief, cackling frenzy, pounding down on her partner-in-cruelty's hips while he huffed and clutched her by the hips, trying to slow her just slightly. He didn't especially want to go looking for a new pair of legs after a romp with her.

Snarling, drooling, and giving a deafening cackle somehow all at once. Her eyes flashed all the bright as she used that death-pleasure to ride the munk senseless, hammering down on his dick while her prey-bloated nuts flexed hard atop his middle. All the cum that the leopard had helped make came spurting forth to shower across the munk's face and everything else while he humped up hard into that dark ring and blew a fat load deep in the demon's rump. She splattered him and he filled her, clawing at her hips while she briefly wrapped her fingers around her throat, strangling him through their mutual climax until they were both milked utterly dry. Only then did she let go. It was just a bit of demon affection.

Her aggression ceased as suddenly as it began. She stopped moving all at once in a complete defiance of momentum. Sitting there atop the munk's cock, she radiated menacing beauty as she groped herself, admiring the extra curves she'd already acquired all thanks to snuffing the leopardess out inside her. Her tits were bigger, squishing beneath her fingers softly. Her belly was too, with a pleasant paunch to grope. The munk was sure to participate in admiring her enhanced body, working down to her thighs, her hips, even reaching around to sink his fingers into the extra-doughy meat of her striped backside. He grinned and nodded his approval.

"Gorgeous. Knew you'd wear her real good. What are you going to do with her soul?"

He asked such a thing with a perverse sort of curiosity. There were just so many ways demons like them could deal with souls. Were they to be imprisoned in the flesh, forever serving their new masters and mistresses? Were they to be further tormented, kept like pets so the victim could never truly perish? Or were they nothing more than extra nutrition after a good meal, digested like the rest, even if it meant complete and utter oblivion for the mortal melting inside them? She leaned close and simply whispered her response.

"I want you to have it."

"Oh. Huh."

For once, the munk didn't know what to say. He finally just grinned again. Then Shirazi met him in an intensely deep kiss, one that saw her tongue sliding along the gooey surface of his own while she let the imprisoned essence of the leopardess, the last trace of her existence rise up from her throat and slip into the other demon's mouth. Mahiri was vaguely aware of it all, faintly knowing she was still there in some form. It wasn't until the munk sealed his lips shut around her and slurped her fully into his maw that she realized what was happening. She glowed there, a tiny little ghost of a cat, a mere semblance of her former, digested self, and thus her struggles and wails began once more as she realized mere death wasn't the end of her personal hell.

The munk moaned around her while he shifted her from cheek to cheek, sucking on her like she was a particularly exquisite piece of candy. He slurped and doused her in goo over and over. She could feel every detail of it, even if she didn't quite have the body she used to. There was no need to breathe anymore, but she still felt like she was drowning in that thick black gunk he drooled all over her. Worse still, she could feel his fangs. Her spiritual form was soft and supple, malleable to the pressure applied to her when he pushed her to one side and just chewed on her a few times. She got all mangled out of shape, stretched and mashed, only to snap back together all over again between heavy chomps. His tongue lashed over her the whole time, making sure to taste her soul as much as he possibly could, but he couldn't tease her forever. He couldn't resist making such a precious thing her own.

One good gulp was all it took to send her right down his throat, glowing beneath his fur all the way to his belly. Shirazi still sat on his dick the whole while. Now it was her turn to rub his middle, squeezing and admiring that glowing tum while he swiftly siphoned off everything that once made Mahiri who she was. A ghostly little scream rose up his throat, cut off by a belch that left smoky little wisps of bluegreen wafting from his mouth. At the very least, she stopped understanding the horror of the situation when enough of her consciousness had been melted into shiny goo. The munk writhed in wicked pleasure while he made her his own for good, joined her with his demonic body, eradicated every last trace she'd ever been. There was no afterlife for her, good or bad. She didn't feel a single thing once she was fully dissolved and absorbed to enhance the demon munk's body.

He could only sigh when the leopard was finally completely, permanently gone. The hyena slipped off his cock suddenly enough to make him grunt, then flopped beside him, squishing her prey-fattened curves to his side. He simply huffed, stretched his numb legs, and then put an arm over her. Catching her in a satisfied, placid mood was a rare thing, and it was to be appreciated. Though it didn't take her long before her lips found their way to his ear.

"You are kind to me. Even if it was a joke. I see your true urges." She gave the tiniest of snickers, which was still enough to make him flinch from so close. "Bring more of them. We can share. Such indulgences we shall have together. Tell them whatever lies it takes to lure them down, one by one. Or maybe two. Or more."

There came those excited shivers and shudders again. She was getting worked up already just thinking about it. Ending a life might have seemed a drastic thing, but for her, it was little more than a regular indulgence. One she enjoyed every time. She never got bored of ending mortals. The throne of skulls was testament to that. And as for the munk, he got the sense they were a little more than work friends after sharing an indulgence like that. It wasn't unusual for demons to fuck and digest people together or anything. But maybe they were starting to work well as a team.