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She was one of the lesser ones. Surely a demoness who had only just recently joined the ranks wouldn't be nearly as powerful as the ancient ones. According to the texts, she had been a mere mortal like Sen before her corruption and descent. If the red panda was really going to do this, if she was really going to take the risk just for the sake of some fun, it was probably best to start with someone she was pretty sure she could control.

The design seemed simple enough. Sen sketched it out on her bedroom floor and put all the required materials in their place. The skulls and blood were readily available at the local occult store. This kind of thing was becoming commonplace, the more people realized just how much pleasure there was in cavorting with a demon. The only strange thing about the whole ritual was the call for a few specific keys from a keyboard. Sen added that to the pentagram along with the more grisly ingredients, and just like that, she was ready to cook up a stew of summoning, so to speak.

Just how did she pronounce Mahiri's name anyway? Was it more of a here or more of a hee? Eh, it probably didn't matter much. Sen started the chanting and watched the smoke rise from the incense. That soon blended into a cloud, rising thicker, darker, until a figure rose and emerged in a fiery flash. Sen watched the curves filling out once the smoke began to clear, watched the light fade but for the deep green glow of a pair of feline eyes. They gleamed out of the darkness along with the interlocked fangs of the leopard's wicked grin.

"Oh my. Has the time come for my very first summoning? The tomekeepers work quickly."

She gazed down over the busty wah kneeling before her and gave a snicker. It hardly sounded feline to Sen. There was something so much more depraved about that rising cackle bursting from the big cat's mouth. Though Sen's attention was elsewhere. The illustration didn't do the leopard justice. Laying eyes on those massive tits, that hefty sheath resting atop a truly enormous, palm-filling pair of nuts. She didn't bother to keep from staring. Surely a demon knew exactly what the point of their meeting was.

"Mahiri. I have summoned you here -"

The leopard's voice was sharp enough to cut her off. "I can see that. And look at you, with your little magic circle. You must be very proud."

A quick demonstration of exactly what she thought of Sen's handiwork came in the form of her casually stepping outside of that circle mere seconds after arriving. It didn't hold her even slightly. Even an amateur demon summoner knew that was very bad. She'd unleashed the demoness, no matter how minor, and was about to pay the price for her indiscretion. Sen recoiled away, bumping her back against the foot of her bed, staring up at the approaching leopard.

"But ... but I did everything it said. That's not fair -"

"Fair? Here I am, answering the call of a braindead mortal whore when there are so many other ways to spend my time." She leaned a little closer, glaring intently. "Tell me. What did you expect to accomplish with your pathetic ritual?"

Sen didn't want to answer at first, but the constant scrutiny of those unnaturally emerald eyes made her spill it. "You were supposed to be bound. You should have been mine!

"Dear. Sen. Is that the name? Did you really think that would work on me? Do you even know who my progenitor is?"

That one was well outside of Sen's limited knowledge. She thought about running, but the odds were they weren't even actually in her real bedroom anymore. There was nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. She was just going to have to deal with the consequences of her actions by obeying every command she was given. Mahiri's desires were clear enough without the leopard demon needing to speak so much as a single word.

A snatch, a yank, and Sen found herself hauled forward until she had her nose planted right into the warmth of Mahiri's crotch fur. She couldn't do much more than huff her lungs full of a scent that instantly tingled her mind. Such an exotic spice, dancing through her thoughts, wetting her tongue, making her lip quiver a little, and not just in fear. Smothered there, she got to feel the leopard's sheath filling out and drawing back, giving way to a truly plump, sleek cock of the shiniest black, rubbing against her cheek. The wah squirmed a little, but Mahiri had her firmly by the hair, fingers curled deep into her locks to keep her exactly where she was.

"Does the sight make your weak little mind race? Do I see your lip trembling before a cock bigger than anything that's ever been in your whore mouth?"

Grinding into Sen's fur made Mahiri stiff in not long at all. The throbs running through that black, veiny cock sent a tremor through Sen. She felt like she was choking just looking at it. Mahiri drew back with a smooth, wet swipe along the wah's cheek, leaving a thick smear of thickly scented precum clinging to Sen's once-pristine fur, and stood seemingly towering above, rubbing her cock. Each stroke and tug of foreskin up and down, back and forth brought another heavy schlick from that meat, leaving a thicker, hotter bead of precum forming at the tip until it dripped all the way down to Sen's bust. Every drop was another mark upon her that wasn't going to wash away easily.

"Open up. Let's show you what happens to stupid little mortal cunts who think they can control me."

Whether she was being mind-controlled to obey, or she simply did so out of fear, Sen soon let her jaw gape wide, as commanded. Maybe it was the persistent rumble emanating out from the spotted cat that warned her of how much worse things could be for her, on a whim. She felt those claws pressing into her skin and scalp, a subtle warning with each moment she spent in the leopard's clutches. She knelt there, jaw slack, mouth open wide, tongue extended, drooling a little. The closer the demon feline brought that stiff, juicy cock, the more Sen slavered in nervous anticipation.

She wanted it just as much as she wondered if she was going to survive it. One quick skim of the leaking tip against her tongue made Sen recoil at first. The taste was simply too sinful for her mere mortal palate. A single drop on her tongue invaded her senses and left her eyes watering, even as her pussy quivered with the urge for more. There was no need to decide when she was ready. Mahiri controlled her with that grip on her hair, wrenching the poor wah's head straight back so she could jackhammer straight down that waiting through. Sen's initial glurk came with the muffled sound of struggling and panicking as she adjusted to how much girth was so swiftly stretching out her gullet, but she had no choice but to adapt.

"Suck it dry, panda bitch! Kneel before your new goddess and show her you're worth your flesh!"

Violently choking and gagging at first, desperately smacking at the demon's hips to try to convince her to pull back for even a moment, Sen calmed herself only through great straining effort. There were tears in her eyes. Her chest was heaving, forming something like a seat for the demon fucking her face. Mahiri didn't even thrust yet. She held herself there, letting Sen's throat pulse around her uncut dick, snickering to herself in a haunting tone. The red panda found herself with her head pinned to her own bed, at least cushioning her and bracing her for the throatfuck to come. She couldn't breathe much, and when she did manage a gasp, she only ended up huffing herself closer to a musk coma, sucking pure, horny cat right into her lungs.

Once that prejizz started welling up in her throat, she simply had to swallow, or she was going to start choking again. Deep, rolling, slightly laboured gulps helped massage those thick juices down her throat as much as they stimulated Mahiri's dick. The leopard's shaft twitched inside her and gave another copious squirt for her to deal with. To Sen, it felt like she was already chugging down a full load, right from the stiff, flexing tap, but that was nothing. There was so much more pent up in those taut twitching nuts resting against her chin.

Feeling the leopard pulling back, even for a second, was such a relief for Sen. The motion came with a whole excess of wet suckling noises, a truly viscous schlurrp of throat slop getting stirred up. Mahiri tugged until she had the tip of her steadily spurting cock resting atop Sen's still-outstretched tongue. The wah lapped at the relentless feline while she desperately choked down as much demon-tainted air as she could get. She managed to guzzle just enough to keep fainting off the table for a little longer before Mahiri bottomed out all over again in a huge, rattling thrust of her cock straight down Sen's bulging throat.

Yanking at the panda's hair hard to make sure she jammed her dick into Sen's gullet as hard as possible, Mahiri gave her first piercing snarl. Whether it was a sound of pleasure or another threat didn't make a difference for Sen. She had nothing to do but to loudly groan and struggle around all that cat cock she was swallowing, stroking it with the steady convulsions of her throat. Mahiri didn't let up. She fucked and slammed that muzzle until it was sloppy with all the drool and other juices pouring out of Sen's mouth. Those weak struggles and pushes could do anything to stop her, no matter how frantic they grew.

"What's the matter, slut-wah? Maybe you should have breathed a little more while you had the chance."

Shifting her grip from hair to the back of the wah's skull, Mahiri just jammed her dick down deep all the harder. She brutalized her summoner until Sen could barely struggle anymore. The panda's palms traced down the leopard's thighs before going slack at her sides, slumping into acceptance. There was nothing to do but to accept the loud, messy throatful slopping juices all over her tits. The gushing mess poured down Mahiri's nuts and splashed over Sen's bust, then lower still, pooling on the floor every time the leopard pulled back. Her head was spinning and her jaw was starting to go numb from the effort of stretching to accommodate all that dick. She still felt every thrust stroking its way across her tongue, grinding that tempting feline flavour into her senses, bulging her throat again and again. Sometimes she gulped when the juices threatened to choke her, but she was little more than a drooling, misty-eyed fucktoy groaning around the fat demon cock violating her.

It was only getting worse. Mahiri drove deeper, humping that muzzle, slapping Sen's chin with her nuts until it hurt. That didn't seem to bother the demon cat at all, no matter how hard she smacked her summoner with her swinging sack. Sen was quivering as she swallowed, and yet despite it all, taste, the warmth, the sound of that big cat's fearsome growls. She could feel those all the way down to the tip of the cock plunging down her open throat. Vibrating right along with the dark leopardess, she eventually found the strength to reach up and cling to those broad, spotty hips, to brace herself for the belly-bloating release looming ever closer.

She felt it approaching in the twitch and tremble coursing through the demon's cock. It was getting stiffer, thicker, stretching her out even more, making all the more mess of her throat. Sen was struggling yet again, digging her fingers into the spotty cheeks of Mahiri's butt just to brace herself. That made the leopard snarl all the more frightfully, filling Sen's ears with the shaking sound on top of the usual splurch of wet cock pounding down her throat. She fought to endure, she fought to keep swallowing and servicing the demoness alike, lest Mahiri get any ideas. All she could hope for was to be a suitable cumdump.

The bulge of pressure passing down that taut leopard cock wedged inside Sen's throat left the wah gulping and groaning. She couldn't stretch her jaw any more. That was all Mahiri was going to get. With a palm firmly on the back of Sen's head, the big cat kept her toy in place to make sure she choked down every single inch and drop alike. A rich, thick gush of pure cream brought a gurgled cry from Sen, followed by the rush to swallow it all down before she drowned in hot demon spunk. She sucked hard to help bring it all down, guzzling herself drunk, bringing it straight into her belly right from the thick, meaty slab of dick wedged so snugly in her gullet.

Mahiri didn't let up. Crawling right onto the bed, she fucked her cum right down Sen's throat until the way was slumped and helpless, nearly unconscious, yet still swallowing. When her alarmed MMF fell to more of a faded mmm, Mahiri finally wrenched her cock out of her victim's mouth. Not before laying a great big splatter of jizz all over Sen's tongue though, painting the entirety of the red panda's palate in the musky taste of demon cum. Sen was drooling it while she sat there, fully defeated, getting a facial so thorough her features completely vanished from sight well after Mahiri was done marking them down.

The leopard wasn't going to be satisfied until she made a mess of those plump wah tits. Sen was helpless to defend herself from those feline whims. The demoness was still cumming. It went on and on, churned out by that pair of pleasantly plump balls painting her from chin to chest and beyond. Mahiri stood tall, milking out as much as she still could to splash them across Sen's bust. A splatter turned to a full coating before long, completely painting down those pleasantly squishy breasts. Sen felt the cat's claws when Mahiri seized her by the bust, jamming her still-twitching dick between them, making a thoroughly creamed mess of the wah's cleavage. Sen was never going to smell like herself again by the time the leopard was done with her.

Only after titfucking the last few spurts out of her cock did Mahiri relent. She slipped back with a thorough schlorp of juices and left Sen to deal with the mess. If she departed right that moment, the wah wouldn't have moved for several minutes. Sen was blank and overwhelmed with the sheer sensory overload of getting covered in demon jizz. It soaked into her hair and fur, it dripped from her drooling tongue as she panted and hacked up some of the spunk caught in her throat. Her eyes were closed and her pussy was quivering. She was pretty sure she came at some point in the midst of the chaos, from the pleasure and humiliation of getting turned into a living condom alone. The afterglow helped her claw back some semblance of focus, just enough to reach up and wipe at her face so she could see the spotty cat again.

"Tired, Sen? This is me being nice. I should be punishing you for that insult of a summoning. Did you think it didn't matter? Or are you just that incompetent?"

There was no answering that, of course. Sen didn't have the breath for words anyway. She was inelegantly panting, desperate to recover all the air Mahiri had stolen from her in the process of facefucking her raw and sopping fucking wet.

"At least you're good for something. Not as a person. But you make a good object, I think. Perhaps I'll drag you down and chain you up, using you anytime I like. Or maybe you'd be better suited as a table. A rug, perhaps."

She stepped closer, rubbing her cum-slick dick across Sen's cheek, smearing the cum already there. That cock wasn't any softer. It jumped and flexed with the tension still passing through it, drooling a steady stream of precum nearly as thick as her jizz. She gave it a loud, wet stroke and slapped it against the side of Sen's cheek a few times. The wah didn't even have the strength to turn away.

"No. I think I'd get tired of that dumb face gaping at me all hours of the day. Now, look at all the mess you made. You're going to help me clean that up. Start at the tip."

The leopard's ominous inner rumble was a constant in Sen's ears. It shook underneath every single word from the cat's mouth, painting images in the wah's mind of just how much danger she was in, and how much worse it could get with so much as a moment of disobedience. She followed her orders without hesitation, even when it meant getting even more deeply saturated in the demon's intoxicating, enticing, mind-draining flavour.

Slurping, stroking, kissing, she gave that cock all the love she could muster. Her tongue went pleasantly gliding from one contour to the next, feeling the glossy surface beneath the cum all the more sleek and slippery thanks to the extra lube. She danced along the risen veins and pushed in under the feline's thick foreskin to swipe up a stunning dose of Mahiri's taste. It was all making her drool more heavily than she ever had in her life, despite herself.

"Deeper. Put your tongue inside. Or are you going to continue to disappoint me?"

Sen didn't want that. She was getting more and more into the process of cleaning the cum from the leopardess, even if it meant swallowing down even more to add to what was already sloshing in her belly. The wah felt heavy and burdened with the load inside her, but she was getting so damn wet slopping up the head of Mahiri's cock, bathing her senses in a taste she wanted more and more of. Pushing her tongue inside to get the purest concentration fathomable left Sen's eyes rolling back and her entire body quivering with the pleasure of worship that possessed her.

That dick was plenty flexible. She got the tip inside, then shoved in all the rest. Fully tonguefucking the cat's cock even got Mahiri to moan for her a little. Hearing that sound for even a moment put a big grin on Sen's face. She was doing such a good job that she wasn't even getting threatened or destroyed for a few sweet, fleeting moments. Mahiri didn't remain passive for long. She eased forward, taking that tongue even deeper, letting Sen wiggle it through the muskiest depths, until she'd overtaken the entirety of the wah's muzzle in one powerful clench of cock all wrapped around Sen's face.

It was hard to even see it coming. Everything felt so natural and smooth until Sen felt the sudden grip clamped all around her. She stopped licking at that point. Tugging her tongue back into her mouth was easy enough, but dislodging her muzzle from Mahiri's cock proved impossible. The juices squelched out to dribble down her chin and splattered tits, but Sen made zero progress. If anything, the constant kneading flex around her snout threatened to tug her in even deeper.

Pawing and pushing at the leopard's broad hips didn't help. She was stuck, and she was going to stay there, breathing a pure, mind-melting dosage of feline demon pheromones until Mahiri said otherwise. Hearing and feeling that evil snicker rolling through the cat's body froze her in place once more. She'd almost forgotten about the danger, about the sheer horror of sharing a bedroom with an unbound demon. It was only going to get worse.

"You stupid little mortal cumdump. Did you really think I'd just leave empty-handed when there's a fresh soul waiting for me to claim it? I can give you the purpose you've always been seeking. You've never been more than a waste of good flesh. Until now."

With that, Sen felt a distinct tugging sensation that reached all the way down inside of her. She didn't like it at all. First, she thought she was just being swallowed whole, but her muzzle wasn't wedged any deeper than it already had been. She tugged back, and made exactly as little progress as ever. Pawing and pushing at the cat didn't get her anywhere either. Mahiri's rumbles rose to something more thunderous, something that echoed all around Sen's head and resonated through her skull, but that was merely a distraction from the main worry. The leopard was pulling and pulling, and something deep inside Sen was getting dislodged.

Panic didn't begin to describe it. Sen didn't know what exactly was happening to her, only that it inspired terror far beyond anything she'd ever experienced. The fear of death was nothing. This was so much worse. The leopard's cock sucked her muzzle and began to drag a faint, ghostly something from the depths of the red panda's body. It eventually dawned on her in the midst of her horror. Mahiri was swallowing her soul with her cock, sucking it right out of her body. She didn't know what was going to happen to her without it.

"Give me that precious, eternal self. You weren't using it for anything interesting. Maybe I'll churn it up just to make my nuts fatter. Tear you from the afterlife forever just to make me fuck better and cum harder. Nobody needs a pathetic little bimbo who couldn't even draw a summoning circle in heaven anyway."

Snarling those words through clenched teeth didn't make them any less distinct in Sen's ears. The leopard was close to cumming, locked in ecstasy the way could have begun to understand, and meanwhile, Sen was getting weaker. All the fight, all the sense of self-preservation, all her thoughts of the future, who she could be someday, who she currently was - it was all fading. It was more than just running out of stamina. Her very mind was breaking, giving into the terrible fate overcoming her. Maybe it was what she deserved.

"There. You see? All it takes is a little slurp, a little taste of your soul to make you mine. You know your place, panda bitch. You're not good enough to be my fuckpet, but you can play the role of my nut-stuffer just fine."

Such a terrible, hollow feeling at the base of her gut it was. Sen felt something worse than hunger. It was complete and utter emptiness, a body without a purpose, at least until Mahiri swallowed even more of her frantically glowing soul. The outline of her body bulged down the leopard's fat dick, strobing as if in alarm, but nothing could save it or her alike. Mahiri hissed and gnashed her teeth, bucked her hips, bent over to claw the edge of Sen's bed in the process of filling her balls up to swelling and sagging with all the energy she was claiming from the way. Her sack glowed from the inside, faintly at first, then more prominently the more she drained from Sen, all while the red panda shuddered her way into complete, empty, mindless submission by the time she was finally empty.

Mahiri pulled her cock off the wah's muzzle with a hefty schlurp and a splash of juices that rained down to the floor. Sen didn't move. She stared straight ahead, unblinking, unflinching, not a single thought in her head. Separated from her soul, she was little more than a fleshy automaton. That didn't stop Mahiri from teasing her. That ghostly piece of her sloshing around in all the fresh spunk churning in the demon's nuts could still hear just fine.

"That's better. Drained. Brainless. Useless. But you always were the latter, weren't you? Dumb sluts like you are made to get all used up until you disappear."

Her cock gave a harsh twitch right in front of Sen's face. The wah had no reaction to that either. Nor did she do anything to signify she grasped the weight of what she was witnessing. The soul in Mahiri's nuts endured the first harsh clench. The squishy, crunching sound of mashing that eternal self into nothing more than demon cream brought a wail from the part of Sen that could still think. Her body knelt there as if in prayer to the leopardess digesting her eternal self alive. The soul struggled but such an intangible thing could do nothing against the force of a demon's hunger.

"I'm going to wear this soul of yours on my balls like a little trophy. You're one of the first. But so many more will join you. All you horny little worms who think you can control me - you're all going to make me even more potent, make my cum thicker, hotter, even more delicious."

Crushing, compressing, glurching that soul down to nothing at all didn't take Mahiri long. Every squeeze of her nuts was another piece of Sen's self simmered away. She sucked that energy deep down into her fat sack, making her balls fatter, heavier, making them clench up even tighter to churn away the last dregs of Sen's existence, the last fragments of her personality. What little remained of her after an extended soak in the ravenous cum soaking into her very soul gave a haunting scream. Mahiri's cock twitched harder at the sound.

"Mmm, such sins, such a slutty past. You were bound to end up churned away like this, Sen. Now you're nothing but my empty little fleshpet. Come here and worship your mistress."

Though she couldn't think much, she could certainly obey. The last of Sen's self got to observe as her body crawled over to that soul-slurping cock and started licking it again. She mindlessly adored the big cat even as those nuts were working hard to crush the very last energy out of that soul, siphoning it all away until her soft white balls were twice as hefty, glimmering with the energy she'd just claimed. One more loud, taut CLENCH snuffed the life out of that soul, leaving nothing but the simmering and rumbling of Mahiri's balls as the memory of what had been Sen. Of course, there was still something left of her, and the leopard wasn't about to just leave all that good big titty panda sitting there forever.

"And just like that, you're gone forever. That's what you wanted, isn't it? You wanted to be a demon's little plaything, a drooling little piggy before my infernal beauty. I think you deserve a reward. You're going to be the perfect nut-slave, Sen. Come enjoy your new home."

A single smooth thrust was all it took. Mahiri overtook the entirety of Sen's head in a tight, squishy embrace. She'd already experienced in a way, getting her soul sucked down that hungry shaft, but it was her flesh's turn. Aside from the occasional twitch, maybe a slight gasp, she didn't react much. Seeing the wah simply kneeling before her in total submission might have been satisfying in its own way, but Mahiri wasn't about to let Sen just ride those last moments out so easily.

"Don't just sit there. I've left you a little piece of your pathetic soul. Just enough for you to know what it means that the rest is nutslop. I'll show you."

Just like that, and a little bit of Sen awakened. She had forgotten so much. The days before meeting Mahiri, her hopes, dreams, ambitions, relationships - all that had been drained away and churned down to nothing by the leopard's balls. Yet she still knew how to be afraid. The demoness was devouring her all over again, and she had precisely zero strength to resist her. She sucked down an increasingly potent scent as she sank near those loudly sloshing balls, about to dunk into the creamed remnants of her own soul. It was nothing but demon jizz anymore, ready to envelop her in welcome while the leopard overtook her chest in squeezing, hungry cock-gulps.

"I'm going to enjoy having those fat tits tucked away inside me. They'll be a trophy to show off. Look at this dumb cumrag who thought she could handle me, I'll say."

Squishing her breasts almost flat to her chest was enough to finally bring a sound from Sen's mouth. She gave a tiny cry, nothing compared to the constant squelch of pulsing, squeezing swallows around her, and churning, bubbling cum. The heat was overtaking her, the musk was invading what little remained of her mind. From a frightened call, she found herself instead moaning incoherently, until eventually she couldn't help but let out the only word she could remember anymore.

"Mahiriiii ..."

"That's right. Give me those brainless little whimpers. You belong to Mistress now."

Another heavy swallow took her down well past her waist, slipping across her sex. Sen came. The leopard never even needed to fuck her to make her squirt like that. A dumb, mindless orgasm left the wah's legs and tail switching as they were slurped away. She was completely possessed by the pleasure that endured all the way down to the first dunk into scorching, burning hot demon cum. What should have been painful only seemed to prolong her climax. She gushed her way down into the darkness, even knowing she'd never see the light again. She didn't need it when it meant swimming in the spunk she was obsessed with, drooling stupidly as she soaked deep into the churning mess awaiting her.

The work over that cum-filled belly was a little slower. Mahiri offered little mercy working over the wah's tender middle. It groaned under the pressure, forced to accommodate to the tight, pumping confines of the leopard's dick. She coughed and choked up some of the cum she'd swallowed, getting it squeezed right out of her the way it came. The rest stayed snugly inside of her, loudly sloshing about every single time her body lurched forth, sucked deeper into the leopard's cock by another hungry flex of the stiff shaft wrapping around her thighs.

One more solid gulp with a pat on the pads of her paws and a sultry swish of the leopard's tail, and Sen was gone. From the outside world, at least. The red panda found herself deposited snugly down in a chamber that wrapped around her so tightly she couldn't breathe for a moment. She didn't have to. The demoness preserved her, kept her sustained on nothing more than the pure, lustful pheromones of all the cum simmering and glorping around the wah captive within her.

Sen was immersed in it. It sank into her fur and became like her second skin. That cauldron of cum bubbled and roiled all around her, hot enough to cook her, but Mistress kept her safe. That soul was gone, but Sen could remain. Dull. Empty. Mindless. Robbed of herself. It didn't matter when every moment was pleasure. She slopped and sloshed in Mahiri's cum, stretching and sagging those nuts, kept preserved, and she was learning to love it a little more with every passing moment.

The leopardess growled to herself as she fondled her slut-stuffed sack. She wasn't quite purring, of course, though the vibrations that made it down to Sen were pleasant anyway. It would have been ever so easy to just clench up tight and snuff her out right there. Yet it was all the more fun to keep her right where she was, captured, confined, kept in a perpetual state of humiliation by being imprisoned in a demon's sweltering nuts. They kneaded and compressed her, massaging that cum deeper and deeper into her being, but she remained undigested, fully intact in body, if not mind.

"Come with me, little cumchugger. You're staying right there, for as long as I want. Permanently, unless you bore me." Then she softly laughed to herself, in a tone less crazed than the one that came before. "Not that you'd understand a single thing I'm saying right now. Drink up, sack-pet. This is your home now."

As swiftly as she'd arrived, the leopard departed, dragging Sen down with her. All that was left behind was the stains of all the cum the wah hadn't managed to swallow, an open summoning book, and the scent of demon in the air. A puff of smoke and the room was dark once more, candles blowing out in the resulting gust. Down and down they went, with Sen still stuck in the leopard's throbbing, kneading, gurgling sack, left to simmer for all eternity, if that was what Mahiri willed.

It pumped and clenched on her at times as if trying to digest her. It bubbled and boiled as if to simply cook her in all that hot cum instead. The heat from the outside made it all the more unbearable at every moment for Sen, but she didn't even have the capacity to complain anymore. She was broken into complete submission, unable to imagine herself anywhere else but tucked away inside the feline demoness, helping her churn up all her loads, slapping against her next prey, shifting and squirming but never thinking anything but completely and utter adoration for the leopardess whose cums she swallowed every single day.