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Sevine woke up in her cabin. The ship had stopped rocking quite so wildly, she realized. That had to mean they were finally getting close to their destination, and that thought delighted her. She didn't get seasick like her companions, but even she had gotten otherwise sick and tired of being at sea for the days their journey had taken. It'd all be worth it soon enough, though.

She and her sisters - not her literal sisters, but sisters in arms regardless - had chartered ship to "forgotten" lands. A peninsula separated from the rest of the land by jagged mountains and chasms in a distant corner of the world, only realistically accessible by boat. Arbora! The home of countless ancient civilizations, where ruins dotted the land and treasure even more so. For ages, adventurers of all kinds had sought to delve the long-forgotten temples and castles. Some had succeeded. Others had failed, returning home with something other than mere treasure. Others yet had, perhaps wisely, turned back when they sensed dangers, and instead opted to make a living selling the locations of previous undiscovered ruins to other adventurers.

Sevine, Cassandra, and Maia were three such buyers. The three felines had jumped at the opportunity to finally explore Arbora, risky as it was, their dreams quickly consumed by thoughts of entire cities of gold and jewels, powerful magical artifacts and sacred relics of forgotten gods, treasure enough to buy whole _kingdoms_back home. All they had to do was claim it.

It wouldn't be easy, certainly not, but the three had been adventurers their entire lives, having grown up together in a life of constant exploration and discovery. In their homeland, of course, most of their world had been civilized. There were few monsters beyond wild animals, and every inch of that part of the world had already been charted long before their births. More than the thoughts of riches beyond imagination, what spurred them to these forbidden, dangerous lands was the challenge and the chance to explore something _truly_unknown to any of the modern kingdoms.

After a leisurely stretch, Sevine bounced out of her hammock, quickly shaking awake both Cassandra and Maia. "I think we're there. Just about, anyway. Time to get up, slowpokes!"

Cassandra, the tiger, and thus the biggest of the three, swiped angrily at Sevine when interrupted from her slumber. "No. I want to sleep forever, this ship was the _worst_idea," she grumbled, burying her face against her frankly uncomfortable pillow.

"Was it ever," yawned Maia. The lioness groaned as she forced herself to sit up regardless. "If I never get seasick again it'll be too soon."

"Shut up. Don't even talk about it or I'll claw your eyes out," Cassandra snarled, opting to pull the pillow over her head instead. Merely thinking about the days they'd spent at sea made a wave of nausea crash through her.

"Oh, poor kittens," Sevine laughed, her enormous tail twitching with mischievous excitement. "How will we ever get rich if you two decide you'd rather go back home to nurse on your mothers' teats?"

Though she was the smallest of the three, Sevine was certainly the sassiest and most energetic, but it tended to come naturally to a snow leopard.

Cassandra swiped at the air again, too groggy to have any chance at actually catching her agile sister, only slowly - and entirely against her will - waking up.

Maia was a little faster. She managed to get up, though she wobbled the instant she stood up even though the ship was no longer constantly rocking. "Fine. Let's get ready. How close are we to the shore?" the lioness asked. Sevine was briefly distracted by her shameless nudity; Maia always slept naked out of sheer stubborn pride.

"Well? If you want to just stare at my tits, we can do that at home, too," she added with a frustrated sigh.

"I don't know! I guess I'll go see. You two should get ready though, I can hear the seagulls already!" Sevine grinned, leaving the two behind as she made her way up on deck.

Sure enough, ahead of them - only perhaps a mile out - Arbora spread out in verdant glory. The peninsula was a veritable jungle, long since overgrown. Under azure skies and over crystal clear waters, the lost lands were an almost awe-inspiring sight. The wind brought with it the fragrance of strange, unfamiliar flowers and thick, lush forests, mingling with the salt-spray of the ocean reluctantly giving way to their ship. These were incredibly fertile lands, and that, the rumours said, was why so many adventurers returned with a different kind of treasure.

That was to say, most of the women who decided to try their luck returned pregnant, and very few were willing to talk about how exactly it'd happened. Some, when drunk, mentioned devious traps. Others claimed that they'd been ambushed by entire tribes, but none had actually been hurt. The men, similarly, never spoke of their experiences there, and all that the three cats knew was that few succeeded in their endeavours.

That wasn't a fate any of them wanted, of course. Though well into adulthood, none were quite ready to become mothers, as that'd be the end of their adventuring careers, but their feline confidence was strong enough that they believed they could succeed where so few had before them. The treasures the rumors spoke of were true, that much was known for sure. Many returned with a few expensive trinkets and relics, but none with true wealth. That was what the snow leopard, tiger and lion intended to change.

Their contact - another tigress, heavily pregnant, though quiet as always about who or what had got her in that state - had sold them the location of a particularly enormous temple that she'd discovered not too far from where the ship would anchor. Though she'd always dreamt of it, that encounter had been what finally spurred Sevine to find a captain willing to make the journey, and convincing her sisters had been easy enough.

Here they were, then. She was joined on deck first by Maia, who was now dressed in full leather armour, and after a few slow minutes, Cassandra as well, who still had to steady herself on the railings.

"Never again," the tigress grumbled. "I'd rather end up living here."

"Oh, don't be silly," Sevine exclaimed. "You'll feel much better when we start loading the ship with gold and jewels."

"Mm. I know_I_ will," Maia grinned. She took a deep breath of fresh ocean air. "We'll just have to be careful."

The captain, an elderly dog who looked like half pirate and half admiral, steered the ship as close to the rocky shore as he dared, before the crew anchored it, leaving the captain free to limp down to talk with the adventurers before they set off.

"So, ladies. As we agreed, me and the crew will wait for forty-eight hours. If yer not back by then... well, I doubt ye'll be alive to regret being stuck here. But afore ye go, some advice if an old sea dog may..." he spoke, in a patchwork accent derived from all the places he'd visited in his years, it seemed. "I've never seen a woman come here and not return with life in 'er belly. And if all ye want is to conceive, well, I have a whole crew at me beck and call."

He laughed heartily at his own joke, accompanied by flat stares from the three felines, who were all significantly less amused. Still, he did have a point; exploring the ancient and seemingly abandoned ruins did have a distinct tendency to result in pregnancies, somehow. Realistically, Sevine herself had always suspected that the local tribes were simply rather amorous and good at seduction. Otherwise, one would certainly expect to hear more about it rather than merely awkward silence. Either that, or the game had rules; anyone venturing to Arbora had surely heard those tales, and thus considered themselves as aware of what they risked.

The three of them tersely bid the captain farewell, and with the help of one of the crew members, soon found themselves on a rowboat, and then at the shore, still dry and ready to find the temple they'd been told of.

"You know, he's right," Maia observed after she was sure they were far enough away that the old captain couldn't hear them anyway. "People do tend to come back from here knocked up."

"Right. But they probably wanted it. Like an excuse to mate with some... what were the people here again?" Sevine wondered.

"Wolves, mostly. Mangy, the whole lot of them. You'd not catch me dead carrying a litter of half-wolf kittens," Cassandra grumbled. "Some cock-starved adventurers they must've been."

Sevine took a moment to feel her flat, muscular belly - briefly imagining how it'd feel to have a pregnancy ruin that and put an end to her adventuring career in one fell swoop - as they made their way through thick, verdant jungle. Faint paths crisscrossed the undergrowth; some of them seemed ancient and almost overgrown, others a little more recently used, though none of the three could tell if they were used by animals or the remnants of the wolf-tribes of Arbora. Wolves. As if just getting pregnant wasn't insulting enough, it'd be twice as bad if she somehow ended up with a bellyful of pups rather than kittens.

Despite all that, the snow leopard would never miss an opportunity to tease her companions.

"Are you sure you're not a bit hungry for knots yourself?" she quipped, deftly bouncing away as the tigress twitched. "I mean, maybe they'd loosen you up a little!"

"I'm going to tie you into knots, little cat," Cassandra growled, her fur bristling at the insinuation. "...or maybe just toss you to the wolves if we meet any."

"-that's it, isn't it?" they heard Maia exclaim, and both turned around to look at what she was facing. Sure enough, between the trees, a massive stone temple, half overgrown, loomed ahead of them.

"Whoah, that thing looks huge," Sevine observed, wide-eyed. "We'll definitely have to split up inside it, right?"

"Right. Not like we can't hold our own," Cassandra replied.

"Still, we should be careful. If either of you actually find any treasure, tell the rest of us first. I've heard all kinds of tales of the traps these people used to build," Maia stated as the sole voice of reason.

"Agreed," Sevine said. She cracked her knuckles demonstratively. "So basically, don't touch anything you find unless we're all there. Don't step on anything you find either."

"What kind of traps do they have?" Cassandra asked. She was all business, now; the grumpiness seemed to disappear the moment she was faced with an actual task to accomplish, proud huntress that she was.

"Let's see. I've heard of darts. You step on a pressure plate, and boom. Poison darts. There's also something about gas. Apparently, these ancient wolves were experts at vaporizing their toxins and storing them," Maia recounted. She flexed her claws. "If you hear any hissing I'd recommend getting out. Or if you smell anything strange."

Sevine wasn't quite sure if she believed that. Their own kingdom, after all, hadn't managed anything of the sort. Not yet, anyway. The thought of some long-gone civilization being more advanced than theirs was preposterous... but then again, it was like her family always said; a cautious cat is seldom sorry.

It took them only a few minutes to find the entrance, and immediately, Cassandra's nose wrinkled. Her hand clasped tightly around the spear she never took off her back, except when sleeping.

"_Wolves._I can smell them all the way here. They still come to this place," she snarled.

"Well, I've never heard of them attacking people at least," Sevine said, in response. "Just... you know. Taking them."

"Mm. First time for everything, though. Let's be careful. With how many people they've supposedly bred, we really can't be too cautious," Cassandra added.

With that, the three of them tiptoed in through the collapsed entryway. Most of it was only rubble, cracked and weathered by the typical storms of Arbora, but the deeper in they got, the more intact the temple seemed, bar for the damp smell of moss and mould.

Thankfully, seeing in the dark wasn't a problem for any of the felines, and in case it was even darker deeper in the bowels of the temple, despite the cracks in the ceiling that allowed a measure of light to seep through, they each carried two torches just in case, and more torches yet lined the walls. The fact that those were unlit seemed to indicate that nobody was there at the moment, nobody other than the adventurers, but the scent of wolves lingered in the trail regardless.

"Hey, look at the sconces. I'm pretty sure they're gilded," Sevine observed, tracing her fingers over one as she lit the torch placed in it. "Really shows the riches these guys had if they could afford gold for sconces."

"Well, hopefully they didn't spend it all on those, because that'd be a pain to detach," Cassandra replied with a scoff. "Are we expecting a treasury down here?"

"Not a treasury. Maybe a reliquary," Maia commented. "Look, the corridors split up ahead."

They came upon a junction. Three directions, heading north, west, and east, in addition to the southern corridor that they'd taken up to this point. The temple was soaked in inky darkness this far in, the elaborate construction blocking any natural light.

"So we split up? Or stick together for safety?" Sevine asked.

"Split up, I think. I don't hear anyone. Shouldn't be much of a risk, and if anything does happen, we can meet up outside. Remember, don't touch anything that seems suspicious," Maia replied. "And if you find anything valuable that's too heavy to carry..."

"...yeah, make you carry it, got it," Cassandra snarked, instantly taking an issue with anyone - herself included - trying to lead the group. Tigers were, perhaps, not known for their cooperation, but they were strong enough to manage without it. "I'll be certain to inform your highness in such a situation, my lady," she added with a mock bow. "We get it."

"No need to get sassy," the lioness replied. "Pick a direction. We'll go with the other two."

Promptly, guided by some unknown sense for either treasure or trouble, Cassandra turned around and headed east, listening to her companions' footsteps fading into echoes and then growing entirely absent. Finally. She found herself focusing much better when alone, even if the others were handy sometimes. She hunched over as the corridor grew narrower and lower, but that much she was fine with. The smaller it was, the less chance some lowly wolf would have if she ran into one.

She almost hoped she would. It'd make for a great opportunity to relieve some stress. Especially if they were under the impression that any visitors were eager to get fucked. She was slowly working herself into a frenzy at those imagined offenses, but suddenly, the tigress froze. Ahead of herself was a large room, this one lined with old carpets that'd somehow escaped decay. Carpet and pillows, even long, luxurious curtains draped from four central pillars.

Her ears perked, trying to listen for any sign of anyone other than her being there. It couldn't have been too long given the intact state of it, not unless the room was just exceptionally dry. The air did feel a little warmer, maybe, or maybe the adrenaline surging through her just made it seem that way.

This would be risky, either way. A room like that was almost certain to contain valuables beyond just the silken curtains, but that in turn meant it was likely to be guarded... somehow. She knelt and felt the floor, which seemed solid underneath the carpeting, and that left her with two choices; either scout ahead on her own or turn back already and get her friends. Her immense feline pride quickly ruled one of them out.

Maia, meanwhile, was slowly making her way through the darkened tunnels. They seemed to stretch on endlessly ahead of her, with little variation. She was struck by the feeling of being led into a trap, but surely nobody - not even a civilization as ancient and inscrutable as the old Arboran empire - would construct something this complex and elaborate merely to entrap visitors? Unless, of course, the temple was specifically built for that as some kind of ritual space. Perhaps a proving ground, even.

Finally, she too reached a bigger room. A faint tapping noise reached her ears from deeper yet. Something, maybe some_one_ was moving. A raspy sound, like stone grinding against stone, accompanied by hollow clacks, like something slotting into place. A wheel, a grindstone, or-

She winced as something sharp punctured her shoulder, and she immediately dashed backwards.

-a crossbow? The thing still stuck in her shoulder was a dart, but she felt nothing except a slight stinging heat where it'd hit her. A trap, certainly, but one that seemed to have degraded with time. Maybe at one time it'd been coated with poison, but given that she felt, if anything, more alert, it'd been destroyed by the passing of years. Small mercies - but either way, she'd certainly not explore further in that direction.

Unbeknownst to the lioness, her body was reacting, and though it was not a part of it that she paid frequent attention to, she'd feel it soon enough.

At almost the same time, Cassandra snarled as she felt the floor dip ever so slightly beneath her paw. A pressure plate, so well concealed that she never saw the slight bump in the carpet. A deafening hiss echoed through the luxurious room. The tigress rushed back towards the entrance, only to find it sealed by a door that'd previously been open. She took a deep breath, dropping down to her knees to avoid the gas she could feel filling the room, but it was already far too late; with her attempt to hold her breath, she'd already inhaled deeply of the narcotic fog.

The tigress growled, her head spinning and strength slowly leaving her muscles. Her friends would find her soon enough, at least, and the gas didn't seem poisonous, but she hated the idea of getting caught like this. There was nothing she could do though; soon she slumped down onto a nearby pile of pillows, even her anger not enough to resist the effects.

In fact, with each breath she took, that fury she'd been feeling felt a little more distant. It wasn't that bad, was it? In fact, there was something kind of pleasant about just sprawling out, something comfortable, and the sleep-inducing mist smelled kind of good, in a strange way. Somewhere between floral and musky, even interesting in a way that made her nose twitch as tingles of excitement radiated from her lungs to the rest of her body along with the heavy, relaxed feeling that left her limbs feeling like lead.

Slowly forgetting all about the gas as it made her thoughts slow to a crawl, all those good feelings seemed to be focused on her lower belly, a heated slickness building between her legs, but she didn't have the strength to do anything about it, and chose to simply rest against the pillows, not caring one bit about anything except how wonderfully relaxed she was getting.

Cassandra stirred only briefly at the sound of claws tapping against the floor near her, with the kind of feeling one might have when half-asleep, barely remembering that there was something to worry about but no longer able to pinpoint it. Everything existed in a perfectly neutral way; the wolf approaching her seemed normal, and try as she might, Cassandra just couldn't remember why she should be worried about him, opting to simply stretch out on the pillows despite his growing erection and that cunning, wide lupine grin on his muzzle. He seemed to be immune to the somnolence the gas was causing in her, but whether that was due to tolerance or a natural resistance, she neither knew nor cared about in her current state.

She also didn't resist when he knelt next to her to unbuckle her pants. Reality was like a slideshow of increasingly disconnected but erotic images, blurred snapshots of herself first clothed, then suddenly bottomless. And then with a wolf's eager muzzle between her legs. She shuddered with something akin to muted, lusty excitement, and the slick pleasure of his tongue lapping over her folds was constant despite her lapsing consciousness.

It did wonders to soothe and drown out that persistent, infuriating feeling of suspecting that letting a wolf lick her like this was a bad thing but not remembering why. It felt perfectly natural, after all, to the primitive side of her that was still awake. They were both horny, so letting him mount her seemed like the natural thing to do. Why else would she be half naked with her pussy twitching with pleasure against his tongue?

It all felt so perfectly normal. The slideshow of her vision as the wolf gave her fertile lips one last eager lick, and then guided her legs further apart, only to position himself between them, that rock-hard and uncovered canine length throbbing hard before disappearing from her vision.

He grunted with growling, dominant satisfaction, and suddenly Cassandra realized she was moaning. What she felt was out of sync with reality, as if every sensation reached her mind a few seconds after it actually happened, but it felt _amazing._Her body accepted the wolf's shaft exactly like it would a lover's, and why wouldn't it? Her body wanted him to seed her, after all, and right then and there her dazed mind couldn't come up with any counterarguments. She was in heat and letting a male pump his cum into her was exactly what she was meant to do. Her world faded into that white-hot pleasure a few seconds later as the wolf began to rut into her receptive depths.

There was a longer gap between her sporadic moments of consciousness before she suddenly felt a dull throbbing inside her, followed by a thick wet heat. Try as she might, she couldn't figure out what it meant, except that it had her weakly squirming and bucking as dreamy pleasure engulfed her thoughts. Oh. She finally figured it out between orgasmic spasms, each sensation stuttering and fragmented. He's inseminating me. There was the faint notion of this possibly having some kind of consequences, but it felt really good to just have her dripping pussy suckle on the throbbing cock inside her, letting it fill her to the brim with his pup-making cream.

She giggled dizzily as in the next moment, the wolf was slowly sliding out of her, and another one took his place between her legs, only for the pleasure to continue in steady, rhythmic thumps soon after. They were all going to take turns using her for their pleasure, and Cassandra only understood that she loved it as she faded away into sleep mingled with the natural stupor of having her heat taken care of.

Maia had retreated. She didn't want to take the risk of getting struck by a dart that still had an active toxin on it, and so she'd quickly sought out Sevine in the ruins. Finding her had taken some half an hour of calling out to her while paying double the attention to avoid any strange traps, and eventually they'd found each other at a dead end with nothing, in what seemed like an unfinished corner of the temple. Neither of the two had found anything, but after waiting at the crossroads for a few moments, Cassandra's absence became rather palpable.

"Either she's in trouble or she's found something," the snow leopard sighed. "...even though we told her to tell us first."

"That's Cassandra alright," Maia replied, distracted idly rubbing the warm ache where she'd been struck earlier. The heat seemed to be spreading from that spot, but it didn't feel like anything unusual; just the natural warmth of a small wound as her body worked to repair it. In fact, there wasn't much of an ache left anyway, nor was there any blood. "We should go find her. She went east, right?"

"Yeah. Well, what we decided was east, anyway. Just be ready," Sevine said, unsheathing her little dagger. It wouldn't be good for a real fight, but it'd at least buy her a precious few seconds before her bigger companions could step in.

They found Cassandra splayed out on her back in the decorated room, naked, and with what could only be thick, plentiful cum slowly drooling from her rather satisfied-looking sex. Sevine was rightfully alarmed, but Maia - oddly enough - felt herself twitch with excitement at seeing her friend well-bred. She shrugged the feeling off, quietly cursing herself for apparently finding the sight enjoyable.

"What happened?" she shouted, not daring to approach, but Cassandra was well and truly out of it still, not as much because of the sleeping gas as from being forced into heat and promptly having that heat sated; a feeling so intoxicating that she didn't even regret it happening. She would, perhaps later, but for now, the tigress was content to lay there, ignoring her friends as she basked in the beautiful afterglow of a thorough breeding.

"She's totally out of it. Careful," Sevine stopped the lioness as she took a step, spotting that which the tigress had not. "There's some kind of pressure plate, see it?"

"Oh. Well, she doesn't seem hurt. Though... well, I can smell her heat even here, and with much cum she's dripping..." Maia sighed, trailing off. "I guess that'll get her pregnant for sure."

"The question is who put it there. I doubt a trap did that," Sevine replied.

"Wolves," Maia replied without a moment's hesitation - and there it was again, that slickness building between her legs, accompanied by an almost needy clench as she suddenly found herself imagining getting rutted by a whole pack of fiercely dominant wolves. Their cocks jutting out, rock hard with desire to put their pups inside her and leave her just as dazed and blissful as Cassandra seemed to be. Her mouth felt dry all of a sudden, and she forced herself to clear her throat "I can smell them."

"Should we leave her here? I mean, until we find something worth taking," Sevine wondered. "Doesn't seem like they intend to hurt her, just... breed her, and that's already done."

"Yeah. She should be able to get up and walk out on her own soon- nnf-" Maia spoke, and then squirmed as she felt a trickle of her juices leak down her thigh as she focused her eyes on that creamy, virile mess between her friend's legs again. This isn't right. What on earth is making me so horny?

It felt almost like she was going into... going into heat. She grit her teeth, finally realizing why she was getting so worked up. Her natural rhythm had her heat almost a month off, but the dart must've had something on it after all. Something that induced ovulation. Maia huffed as fantasies of her getting filled flooded her mind again. If they left immediately this whole journey, including the long time at sea, would all be wasted, so she'd just have to handle it. Heat or not, surely she'd be able to handle a few wolves.

"...let's press on," she finally choked, mastering herself for the moment. The room Cassandra had found did seem promising, and being aware of the traps, both remaining cats tiptoed carefully around anything that looked like a pressure plate. At the other end of the room, they found another corridor. There was, once again, no trace of anyone else in the ruins, but at this point the two _knew_they weren't alone. It simply seemed that the wolves were fine with having their treasures stolen if it meant they also got to claim a womb or two in exchange.

Not that Sevine had any plans to let them claim hers. Maia would've felt the same, but with every step she was a little less sure about it, especially with how her soaked lips kept rubbing against her underwear. Together with the empty, needy feeling growing in her womb, it was quickly becoming unbearable. She knew, from experience, that masturbating would help at least, and it wasn't as if the three of them hadn't been intimate together before.

It just felt awkward to admit to needing it, like it was a display of weakness that the proud lioness couldn't quite bring herself to do.

Finally, in the next room, they found what they were looking for, and the sight was glorious enough to offer temporary distraction even for the heat-struck lioness; gold. Gold and jewels, all heaped around the back of what seemed like a treasury. Immediately, Sevine struck a match and lit her torch, as if unable to believe what she was seeing, and the light of the flame reflecting off the heaped piles of jewelry, coins, and gilded holy symbols was almost blinding.

"Careful, careful," Maia cautioned again. "It could all be trapped."

"It could," the snow leopard agreed. Her fingers were itching to just grab a handful of the gold coins. "But it looks haphazardly strewn about, as if..."

"...as if the wolves decided they didn't care that much for riches," Maia finished her thought. "It would make sense if their civilization collapsed."

"Maybe that's why they're willing to sacrifice it in order to, well... do what they did to Cassandra?" Sevine suggested. "I guess it has more intrinsic value, somehow?"

"Well, wealth has always been used by males to impress and breed us females," Cassandra grinned. "It's just a different way of doing it."

And of course, she felt herself grow a little flushed again merely saying the word breed._Oh, but it was all pure speculation, anyhow. Her eyes scanned the pile of riches before them, trying to decide how they'd most easily make it home with as much of it as possible. The captain and his crew had been strict about not helping them beyond taking them here and back, so it'd be entirely about how much they could carry, but just a handful of these coins would likely pay for at least a year of good living. _At least a year. One of the large gemstones might pay for a whole lifetime with the right buyer.

She looked at the rest of the room. The walls were covered in unmistakably sexual reliefs, of males mounting females and the resulting pregnant women. So, this was a temple of fertility, then? It'd only make sense that the wolves tried to continue its purpose even after the actual beliefs and rituals had been lost to time.

Maia's mind went quiet as she spotted something she immediately regretted seeing. A golden toy. A dildo, no doubt, prominently placed at the top of the pile of gold, painstakingly shaped to resemble a real canine manhood complete with a knot. Her knees wobbled again. Would she dare to use it quickly to take the edge off her heat?

It was a stupid idea, spurred on by her rapidly deteriorating mental state, but the lioness reasoned that she might have to, in order to have any chance of finding enough strength to abscond with more of the loot.

"You should take what you can and head to the ship," she told Sevine. "The loose items. I'll check this room for traps and try to pick out the most valuable items."

"Good idea," her friend confirmed. "Maybe I'll be able to convince the crew to help us, too, if they see some actual treasure."

Maia would_do that, of course. _After she came a few times and felt a little less distracted. Mustering the last shreds of her willpower, she and Sevine quickly scooped up enough shimmering gold coins to fill the snow leopard's pockets, and a few prismatic gems to carry in her hands. Not too much, in case she had to run, but enough.

"Just scream if they attack you," she told the lioness, before quietly disappearing back through the corridor and the blanketed room, passing the still-delirious Cassandra on her way out. The tigress was rubbing her belly happily, absentmindedly kneading at her sex with the other hand.

That left Maia alone. She waited until she could no longer hear Sevine's soft footsteps, and then, in a frenzied rush, unbuckled her trousers and snatched the golden dildo off the treasure-pile. It felt a little warm in her grasp, but by now, she needed relief so badly that she didn't have time to think about. She was sopping wet, and so leaned back against a wall that seemed safe enough and drove the golden toy into her clenching sex without a moment's thought, letting out a happy moan that she could only hope that Sevine didn't hear.

It slid inside her easily, and her hips bucked back against the toy, juices running freely over it as she began to thrust it into her drenched, fertile pussy. It only took a few minutes before she was panting in ragged huffs and stutters, already getting close to cumming. The wide knot at the bottom pushed against her lips insistently as she imagined it to be a wolven lover getting ready to tie with her, ensuring that she'd get successfully fertilized, and that fantasy was so intoxicating that she insistently pushed harder and harder. Slowly, her slippery holds yielded, stretching around the surprisingly soft knot.

Soft? Wasn't it all solid gold?

The voice of doubt was all but drowned out by her raging lust as she continued debasing herself, only moments away from shuddering, ecstatic relief, grabbing the toy with both hands to ram it fully into herself, consumed by the fantasy of being forcefully bred. With a pop, it finally slipped inside her, and she came instantly, moaning at the top of her lungs even as her inner walls clenched down hard around the knot, spasming to the trembling rhythm of her climax as she milked the toy.

And as those strong muscles squeezed the knot, she - even through the deafening roar of her orgasm - felt a faint splash of something slick and wet against her cervix. Maia had no time to consider what had just happened or what it meant before an immense sense of satisfaction washed over her, her body reacting instinctively to the feeling of inseminating herself with the toy's hidden reservoir of thick virile wolf-seed. She let out another breathy gasp, feverishly rutting herself with the toy, working those good, beautiful feelings deeper into her body until she came again, curling up as a second, even stronger orgasm - nature's reward for letting herself get filled - crashed through her, leaving her body free to dip into the warm, potent mess of cum inside her to drink deeply of it.

So absorbed was she in ecstasy that she never really the claw-tapping steps of the temple's rightful owners approaching her, all ready to show her something that felt even better. And when she did notice, as her orgasm ebbed, that she was surrounded by throbbing lupine cocks, at the same time as she figured out what she'd just squirted into herself with the toy, there was precious little reason to not offer herself to them freely to prolong the blissful feelings for just a few moments longer.

Sevine returned to the rhythmic sound of wet slapping after leaving the valuables that she'd managed to squirrel away on the ship, much to the amazement of the crew. They'd still staunchly refused to help her, of course, and told her that she'd effectively cheated fate. The captain himself had, in turn, cautioned her not_to go back. _Some people might trick fate once. Nobody manages it twice, miss.

Still, at this point, even though she was fairly sure that nobody would hurt her friends, she couldn't abandon them regardless, and back she went despite the crew's protests, half of which she felt were motivated by the sudden desire to be the ones to mate with her instead.

The spotted cat had no such plans. Not wolves, nor horny sailors, regardless of their species; she would retire from adventuring only when she was rich, and _then_she might consider kittens.

All of that planning went out the window, however, when she in fact returned to hear the unmistakable sound of rutting from the room she'd left Maia in. Cassandra was gone from her resting place, too, and though she already knew what she'd find, she couldn't quite resist seeing it for herself regardless. She hunched over, careful not to make a single noise, even if the rather vocal moans and grunts would probably drown out all of them, but in the end, there was only way path to the treasure chamber, so they'd see her approaching. But she was quicker than any wolf, if it came to that.

Sure enough, the sight was shocking, even if it wasn't surprising. Cassandra and Maia were both on all fours, with a pair of rough-looking painted wolves behind them, eagerly rutting into them, and several more yet waiting for their turns. The smell of sex was so thick in the air that it made Sevine's eyes water, blurring her vision, but not so much that she couldn't see the absolute carnal bliss on both of her companions' faces.

The wolf behind Cassandra let out a pleasure-soaked, triumphant howl, thrusting into her hard and deep, his whole body shivering as he filled her anew, and the once-proud tigress could only seem to gasp with pleasure as he did.

Sevine felt, for some reason, a pang of jealousy, but her heart nearly stopped when she realized several of the currently unoccupied wolves were looking at her with expectant, wide grins. None of them made any sort of move towards her, but rather simply watched her. One - this one with rich, black fur adorned with red splotches and stripes of paint - reached into the pile of coins in the room and held that bounty out towards Sevine before letting it spill between his fingers, while saying something in a language the snow leopard did not understand, but she understood the tone to be mocking even if the offer seemed genuine. An offer quite clearly spelled out by the sight of his enormous, throbbing cock, pointing at the snow leopard with unbridled desire. They'd let her have more of the treasure if she in turn let them breed her, too.

It seemed that she'd been right. For all their wealth, all the riches of the temple, its only purpose was luring in adventurers for them to breed, and both Cassandra and Maia had fallen for it.

Sevine watched as the one mating with Maia reached his peak as well, grunting and snarling, the excess of his cum spilling down behind the freely moaning lioness.

Beyond merely the immediate jealousy, Sevine felt what she might've best described as _guilt._This whole expedition had been her idea, and now it had put an end to her friends' careers as adventurers. Someone else was already mounting Cassandra again, and despite all the bad things she'd said about wolves, she moaned with absolute joy as the next cock slid into her undoubtedly already pregnant body.

"...oh, you... got back," she heard Maia groan as she, too, took her next lover, and Sevine, unable to meet her gaze, dashed back out of the chamber, only to stop again just outside it.

She didn't feel right leaving her friends like this, nor did she have any idea why Maia had suddenly decide to get bred, and yet the sight had left her entire body feeling flushed and warm with a guilty and perverted kind of lust.

Did it really feel so good that the normally proper lioness would be moaning like a bitch in heat?

Unlike her friends, Sevine had avoided all the traps the temple had for her, but regardless the prospect of feeling what they were feeling was seductive. It'd be so easy, all she'd have to do was strip off her clothes and armour and then join her friends on all fours, letting the horny wolves seed her pussy too. Maybe she'd even moan just like her friends dd.

But she couldn't let herself do that; she was too proud, too determined, and her mind simply wouldn't allow her to.

That was when a particularly perverted thought came to her. It wouldn't be fair if she was the only one who came out of this unburdened by pregnancy, and it was only by pure chance that she'd avoided whatever had driven her companions into lust. Right? On the one hand, they'd all come here with the intent to avoid it, but on the other, she was the only one left. Suddenly, her heart was beating so fast that she could hear it echoing in her ears. What would be fair was if she succumbed to one, too; at least that way, they could support each other throughout it. It wasn't as if she had much adventuring ahead of her anyway, with the other two felines busy raising their kittens, and they might resent her otherwise.

Well, perhaps they wouldn't. But she was in a strange mental state. The excuses, justifications, and rationalizations piled on so quickly that she couldn't keep track of them all, and as those thoughts combined, she got more and more excited by the idea of just surrendering. At that point, she wasn't even sure if it was guilt as much as it was shameless, naked lust, a desire to feel just how it seemed her friends were feeling, consequences be damned. She had discovered a new fetish, it seemed.

Slowly, she made her way to the blanketed room again. There, under one of the soft, luxurious carpets, was the little pressure plate that'd left Cassandra bred. By_wolves._ No doubt if she stepped on it too, they'd do the same to her, and she'd be entirely powerless to resist as cock after cock plunged into her, squirting that potent wolf-cum against her cervix, all but guaranteeing her pregnancy. Bad idea. Terrible idea. Don't you even think about it. Just wait for them to get done and then run away with whatever you can carry.

Bad idea as it might be, it was still an incredibly erotic proposal. Her limbs already felt heavy as she approached the trap. Could she really be this dumb, this reckless?

...this horny?

Sevine was moving as if automated, or at least that's what she told herself, so that she'd have an excuse for what she was about to do, too aroused to really think clearly as it was. All she'd have to do was to step on it. And so, she did. The pressure plate depressed under her paw and the sound of hissing rapidly filled the room again. There, now she'd have no choice at all.

She took a deep breath and sat down on the pillows, closing her eyes and pressing her thighs together, already soaking wet, and feeling the strength slowly drain from her muscles, quickly growing even more drenched. The gas cool in her lungs first, and then like a heat surging through; a comfortable, relaxed kind of heat that seemed to wipe away all of her worries. Hopefully they'd get to her soon. Though her arms felt increasingly clumsy, she managed to unbutton her trousers and tug them down just enough to leave her slippery, puffy sex on display, a finger tracing over that feminine groove. Sevine's thoughts grew hazy, melting into a dizzy erotic reverie, though she managed to cling to consciousness, if only barely, just so she could feel every moment of the sexy wolves using her defenseless body.

Well, mostly. She nodded off, only to find herself fully naked on her back, a familiar twinge of fertility in her belly, and a black-furred wolf's snout buried between her thighs, setting her overexcited cunt ablaze with lusty sensations. Sevine moaned, clenching against that lupine tongue. She wanted to offer herself, present herself for the breeding. Gods, she wanted all of it so very badly that an orgasm made her shudder, even if weakly, leaving her juices gushing lewdly over the wolf's snout.

The next moment he was atop her. Then, inside her. Stretching her fertile pussy wide with his hardness, slowly thrusting in and out of her. Having his way with her.Using her. Things were happening so quickly that Sevine had no chance to resist, even if she had the strength to do so, and her body certainly had no intentions of doing so, instead wetly glutting on his cock, relishing_it, all but _cheering him on. Sevine struggled to think at all feeling his length throb inside her, preparing to pump that gift of motherhood into her. She, Maia, and Cassandra would all return from Arbora - if they made it before the captain departed - with life growing inside them. Half-wolf pups sired into each of their wombs.

The only difference was that she'd willingly let them do it. A realization equally arousing as it was shameful.

"Good bitch," the wolf growled, feeling her cum around his cock. His teeth grazed her throat. Wait. They spoke her language? How many cats had been here before? Had some stayed? Why hadn't they-

He thrust _hard_into her sopping cunt, and her whole world dissolved into mindless, glowing pleasure as his knot popped into her. He held himself there for a brief few seconds, and then Sevine felt his shaft jerk against her inner walls, followed quickly by a jet of heat in her very core. Even with her body half asleep, she thrashed violently against him, her legs just managing to squeeze him deeper into her. The feeling was beautiful, even heavenly. She could sense it all in such vivid detail; the way his thick lupine seed splattered against the back of her fertile pussy. The way her own body responded with that orgasming _swoop,_as her cervix dipped into that virile, potent mess to let it soak deeper. She could almost imagine how it looked; his strong, lupine swimmers rushing up her body.

It was ecstasy. Wet, shivering ecstasy. The relief, the catharsis of it finally happening was oddly affirming, and yet absorbing, soothing and relaxing all at once as the wolf's seed tingled inside her. She was completely lost in the fantasy, and then, actual sleep, unaware of the rest of the wolves using her after the first, each making sure to pump their pup-making cream as deep as it'd go after they effortlessly slid into her yawning, thirsty pussy. And even though she'd only remember the very first, she'd be rubbing herself nightly over imagining what must've happened to leave her filled to the absolute brim, sore and gaping by the time she woke up outside of the temple with her friends.

None of them mentioned the night's events as they got dressed quietly, happy to discover that the wolves - apparently pleased with their submission - had loaded their pockets with gold and gemstones, perhaps to support the pups each of the three now had growing inside them, where wolven swimmers had laid claim to their eager eggs.

It was bizarre to even think about. The crew's lecherous glances didn't help, nor did the captain's smug grin. They probably smelled of wolves and sex. But on the other hand, while Cassandra and Maia were less than pleased, grumbly and annoyed knowing what was happening inside of their wombs, Sevine was already planning a return trip one day, after she'd given birth. She rubbed her belly with anticipation, eager to watch herself swell.

Maybe she'd just live with the wolves one day and surrender to a new existence as a breeding toy. It seemed like a bad idea, but with how hard it made her cum over and over once back home, it slowly took root inside her. After all, she wouldn't be the first one to do so either, given that the wolves already knew at least one phrase in her language...

Good bitch.