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The mist parted to reveal their destination. That ancient temple had been long since abandoned by its worshippers, falling to ruin, but that didn’t mean the loot within was free. Most adventuring parties avoided such a place for a reason. That wasn’t about to dissuade the band of four from seeking fortune in the places others didn’t dare roam. More than mist hung over the towering structure. There was magic in the air, and Mahiri could smell it. The rogue was never without her tricks, but spellcasters were among her greatest annoyances. Good thing she had one with her.

“So, tell me again. I want to make sure I have it right. How many guardians?” she asked the cloaked possum beside her.

“Uh, well, I can’t say for sure. All I have are the rumours.” Obie nodded his head, eyes glinting a little under his hood. There was something unnatural about that otherwise timid, polite boy who served as their guide, something he preferred not to speak of. Warlocks rarely did reveal the secrets of their pacts. “More than just the physical presence, there’s the [i]spell[/i] that hangs over every brick, every stone.”

“Mmhmm?” Mahiri balanced a dagger on the tip of a gloved finger, mostly listening.

“Well - the forgotten goddess, only her closest followers know her name, she left an aura of lust and ecstasy behind. Any desires you might feel will be multiplied tenfold, and any pleasures too.”

“Sounds like my kind of religion.” The big black wolf beside them chuckled, vaguely listening. Lucifer was the most armed and armoured alike among them, along with the bulkiest. He didn’t seem phased by the threats ahead. “If any of them try to bother us, I’ll take care of them, don’t worry about a thing.”

“Or we could try talking to them! I’m very curious to exchange ideas with such interesting devotees.” The chipper doe who was their cleric chimed in with her usual cheer. The looks Abigail got in return told her no one was buying her idea.

“Just remember. No matter how flustered you might be, don’t succumb to temptation. There’s no telling what that much pleasure could do to your mind and body. Not even Abby will be able to fix us up if we give in,” Obie said, hands raised.

“I can definitely try though!” The doe smiled, then nodded in agreement. “I mean, yes, right. No sex! You heard him!”

“Maybe we ought to get it all out before we head in,” Luc said, with a brief look at Abby. She blushed hotly at the suggestion but didn’t look away.

“That’s not a good idea,” Obie said. “We’re already in her domain. We don’t want her eyes upon us any more than they already are.”

“Right right. Keep it in your pants and let’s get some loot,” Mahiri grumbled, already impatient. She sheathed her blade and took the first step forward. “Onward into certain doom once again. Everyone ready?”

They all were, stepping down together as a party, moving in practised formation. It wasn’t their first adventure together, but it was perhaps the most treacherous. Obie shuffled along carefully, minding his every step as if he might somehow spot a trap that Mahiri missed. Nothing reared its head to threaten them on their trek towards the old, cracked stairs that led to the entrance. Maybe the rumours were nothing more than something meant to dissuade treasure hunters like them. Before they stepped inside the temple itself, Abby whispered a simple protection spell that would linger on them for what was sure to be long enough.

The inside was every bit as drab as the outside, overgrown with vines, sunlight streaming in where parts of the walls or ceiling had collapsed. Yet despite the state of disrepair, it didn’t smell of dust or decay in the slightest. There was something sweet in the air. One shallow breath was already enough to cloud the mind, and catching that scent immediately encouraged them each to breathe it a little more deeply. With that, they were intoxicated by the lingering presence of the vanished goddess, their minds filled with thoughts of indulgence, with affection for those who had shared in their travels for so long, and been such loyal companions ...

When he realized how he was looking at the leatherclad leopardess, or the thickly armoured wolf, or the ever so sweet healer doe smiling back at him, Obie gave his head a quick shake and exclaimed.

“Wait! We can’t! You’ve ... you’ve all been so wonderful to me. I’m so very grateful for you welcoming me into your party.” Obie’s fond words were through clenched teeth, straining against the amplified fondness and desire alike he felt for everyone with him. “ Ahhh ...it’s more powerful I thought ... quick! We have to split up, or we’ll be in terrible danger!”

They were already reaching out for each other. Mahiri caressed Abby’s cheek. Luc reached over to give the leopard’s bust a soft squeeze, a horny growl rising in his throat. Yet when he had enough time to let the possum’s words sink in, he too shook his head and smacked himself across the muzzle for good measure.

“Damn. The boy’s right. We’ll meet back on the ridge by sundown. Don’t be late. And don’t be stupid.”

There were some lingering looks between the four of them, but they parted ways before it was too late, before their friendships blossomed into something much more intimate under that enduring spell. Yet even then, they weren’t fully safe. The spell cared not for whether the victim had a partner available. Each of them found themselves toying with the straps of their armour, or rubbing their thighs together a little more with each step. It was making it difficult to focus on the true purpose of their journey, possibly even walking by hidden treasures in their rising lust. Then there were the guardians and cultists of the old goddess, lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike.

There was little need for stealth when the intruders were already so addled by that mind and body-altering magic, but the first guardian to show himself preferred a silent approach. Stalking deer came naturally to the panther, still deeply in touch with his instincts despite an intelligence above that of an animal. Dusk walked on four soundless paws, following Abby through the halls ever since she parted from the group. He could have easily taken her down and dragged her away on sight, but he wasn’t there simply for the kill. He had an ancient goddess to appease.

Rather than pounce, he swooped around in front of her to startle her and stop her in her tracks. The cleric jumped back with her hands over her mouth on first spotting the handsome, muscular panther standing before her. He wasn’t much shorter than her on all fours, and his bulk considerably outweighed her own, even with her light plate on. His claws were fearsome, and his fangs even more so, but that was far from her greatest fear. The worst of it was just how damn [i]hot[/i] he was, all sleek and shiny like that, smelling so manly and feral, making her wet before he even said a word. His rumbly, scathing voice wasn’t helping matters.

“So the deer walks alone in a dangerous realm. Does she relish in knowing how many see her as prey?”

Despite the threat, Abby offered a little smile. “Oh, I’m more capable than you might think! Good job sneaking up on me like that though! Usually I’m pretty good at noticing that. I guess it’s instinct. You didn’t pounce though, so something tells me you’ve got something else in mind.”

She scanned down his form, trying to get a good glimpse underneath him. When he eventually sat down on his haunches he gave her an even better look than she ever could have hoped for. That panth was sporting some absolutely massive nuts, with an equally plump sheath resting right atop that set. She bit her lip, hard. The decision was already made. She knew he could have easily forced her to do whatever he wanted, but that was going to be unnecessary. Abby was all but drooling on herself at the thought of getting pinned underneath that big, strong stud of a wild cat. She reached up towards a strap of her armour.

“Good doe,” Dusk said. “You know your place is beneath me.”

“I can ride on top too if you’re into that! Unnnngh, by the gods ... you smell so good right now. Let me just ... “

She murmured another quick spell, and was surprised that she faced no interference from the presence of a god aside from her own. A little preemptive healing, ready to burst forth from within her and patch up any small or moderate wounds was probably good enough to prepare her for the big cat. He had a mean look about him and she doubted he was going to be careful with his claws or teeth, but that just made her all the more attracted to him. When she was done, she glowed with life and vitality, revealing more of her extra shiny fur with every layer of armour she stripped off her soft, curvy body.

Dusk wasn’t entirely immune to the effects of the temple’s magic. Nor to the sight of a half-naked doe with nice, big tits for him to lick. He slurped his chops slowly, building an ominous rumble that seemed to emanate out into the very stones. Abby only found herself more motivated to get naked when she saw his sheath swelling out, slowly rolling back to reveal a thick, pitch black feline cock all dotted with those stimulating barbs. Oh, that was going to make it all even riskier. In her experience, those felt good enough to make her scream even when she wasn’t enchanted by some sort of lust spell. She was going to have to rely on her magic if she truly ended up straining something, because absolutely nothing could have stopped her from getting that panther dick.

“Most aren’t so immediately willing,” Dusk said, watching her every movement closely.

“Well, I’m special! I’m pretty sure I can take it. Probably!”

Abby was well-encased in her outfit, but she eventually had it all clattering to the floor, the sound echoing through the temple once she was fully naked. Stepping out of the pile of clothing and armour alike on shaky hooves, she all but fell directly into Dusk’s embrace. Tipping forward, she was immediately blown back by the force of his pounce, driven to the floor, slammed roughly. There went one little spark of her prepared healing magic, mending her bruises before they could form. He cradled her well enough in his big paws that he didn’t break her or knock her out in the process of taking her down, which was probably about as much kindness as she could expect from a cruel cat like him. She loved how nasty he came across, just from her brief conversation with him.

She could already feel the magic having its effect on her. All it took was overtaking with all that feline bulk, and she was already feeling pleasure like the best sex she’d ever had. Dusk hadn’t so much as glazed his cock against her pussy yet. The big cat took his time pinning her down, placing his paws on her arms to keep her all splayed out and exposed, Only then did he get between her thighs and point his dick at her trembling folds. Abby lifted her hips, bucked and bounced, eager for even the smallest stroke. It was far from the attack he had in mind, but that was typical for those who were particularly susceptible to the temple’s aura.

Slipping forth with a deft motion of her hips and spreading her tender folds around his shaft, stimulating her to the very core with a mere inch pushed inside of her, the panther made sure to keep the deer in place no matter how much noise she made. Abby’s bleats echoed through the temple. She was getting everything she needed and so much more, left to wiggle and bounce beneath the big cat penetrating her. There was no more conversation to be had, only the deer’s screams and the panther’s hissing snarls as he brought her all the forbidden pleasure she’d been so strongly advised to avoid at all costs.

It was worth it in every way at first. He pushed deeper and deeper, stretching her with his sheer girth. He was big for any creature, not just a cat. Maybe even too big for her, but she was durable in ways her meek appearance didn’t indicate. She could take a pounding, and that was exactly what she got. Deep, rolling, hard-thumping thrusts from the beast left her body bashed and battered by the sheer force of his dangerous lust. Yet it was nothing but pleasure, nothing but pure, eye-rolling bliss for the deer getting fucked stupid in a matter of seconds. She shook and slowly shattered a little more for every single thrust, feeling her thoughts drifting away to make room for more ecstasy.

Maybe Obie was right. It was all a lot to handle, a lot for her body to endure all at once. Dusk just kept going faster. It wasn’t just the stimulating inner stroke of his extra-tingly feline cock massaging her that set her off. It was his teeth, his growls, even the little bit of his spit that misted his face. All the sights and sounds were every bit as arousing as the fucking. There was absolutely no amount of willpower that could have saved her from the orgasm that overtook her entire being. The magic took hold within her and she ascended straight to some sort of apostate heaven thanks to the spell of another god.

When she started squirting, it didn't stop. At first it was just a good, wailing orgasm, a gush of sharp, sudden bliss that left her quivering, but then it was something more. She couldn’t stop it, like she’d burst a dam and everything was spilling forth. Her eyes went briefly glassy before she just tightly shut them to keep from seeing too much. The twitches of pleasure turned to something more like convulsions when she blew right past what she thought was her limit and into something even deeper, some sort of even more desperate release.

Dusk didn’t stop with her. He never so much as slowed down. When she thought she might have felt the pleasure ebbing for half a second, he buried his cock deep to spray a thick load of panther cum inside her squirting cunt, adding to the squelching of every stroke, leaving splashes and splatters all over her thighs and belly. Even making such a huge mess of her, Dusk barely paused. He pulled back in the middle of his nut-clenching orgasm, snarled even deeper, and kept on fucking her, cock slurping and suckling in and out, over and over, leaving cum spraying out of her with his every deep, sloppy stroke.

Abby opened her eyes again when she felt something growing even more dire. It was beyond pleasure by that point. She wasn’t in any pain, and that was the problem. It was too much. For her, or for anyone. Something was breaking, something was taking the light out of her eyes, making her gaze grow more distant and glassy. She wasn’t making much noise anymore. The succulent noises of the panther fucking her creamed cunt drowned out everything else, and even those sounds were growing more muffled, more distorted to her. Abby looked up at him and saw little more than a blur of black, a shadow of the horny panther endlessly rutting her pussy even when she’d had more than enough.

Dusk didn’t stop when she stopped moving, either. It all came to a peak in a huffing, choking, shaking breath, a final gasp that escaped her lips before she slumped right back to the hard ground and sprawled out beneath the big cat fucking her newly lifeless body, snuffed out by pleasure beyond anything a mortal was ever supposed to experience, even a blessed doe like her. There was still plenty for Dusk to enjoy. She was still warm, still tight. It was all the same to him. Thanks to the magic still flowing through her body, she still reacted, still clenched up and milked his cock no matter how dead she really was.

He took full advantage of that by smoothly pulling out and flipping her over with the press of a single paw. She effortlessly flopped over for him, completely limp, tongue hanging out of her open mouth, eyes staring at the floor when he put her on her face and mounted her from behind. Those enduring clenches meant she was still good meat for fucking, and he could bite her all he wanted without a complaint. Gnawing on her neck, clenching her skull between his powerful jaws, he felt the urge to simply ruin her, but fucking her corpse was good enough for him. It pleased the goddess.

Jamming his whole cock inside her, slapping his balls against her thighs, he held himself there and felt her squeezing on him even in death. That helped him cum inside her even harder. He snarled in her ear as if to deafen her, he bit her neck, he clawed her back just a little and drained his fat nuts inside her lifeless body until his cock finally stopped twitching. That meant leaving her so swollen with his cum that she sloshed with his every bounce and thrust by the time he was done with her. Slowly pulling back when his burst of aggression slowed, he posed himself overtop of his kill and let the rest of his orgasm rain down on her back and butt, claiming her, marking her in the thick hot cum of the panther who’d fucked her to death.

Rubbing his dick on her soft fur just to get some of the spunk off, giving her one last growl and a firm nudge with a paw to make sure she was really dead, the panther took off. There were other intruders in the temple for him to worry about. He couldn’t spend all day fucking his prize, as much as he might have liked to. Stalking out into the shadows to take up his role as a sentinel once more, he awaited the opportunity to pounce another foolish adventurer. If another of the guardians didn’t get to them first.

Lucifer was pure brute force without the backing of his party, but that didn’t lessen his confidence any. The big black wolf strode deeper into the temple until he exited the interior to stand out on a bridge with a good look of the lush forest canopy above him. His aggressor didn’t bother to sneak up on him. He smelled them coming anyway. The unique mix of equine and avian certainly intrigued his nose, as did the overall masculine presence of the guardian who swooped down right in front of him to block the way. There was no choice but to confront the horsebird.

The wolf’s first act was simply to fold his arms and stare the beast up and down. A handsome, powerful hybrid for certain, and one who would have been a pretty damn troublesome opponent in a straight up fight. Yet despite the apparent threat, the talons on display, the muscular haunches of the bird’s horse half, violence was the last thing on Luc’s mind. He looked up and down that muscular hybrid and found himself unable to suppress an amused, lusty grin.

“And what do you want, exactly?”

“I am K’thaal, a guardian of this place. Only the worthy may step deeper into the temple.”

“Hmph. And you’re still not sure if I’m worthy or not?”

“I am not.”

The wolf shrugged his shoulders. “Well, I know that magic is strong here. Death by sex, so they say. If I was a coward, I’d be worried about how worked up I’m getting. Instead, I have an idea.”

K’thaal slowly nodded. “I’m listening.”

“If it works on me, it must work on you too. Bet I could make you cum before you get me going too much. Make it a frot-off.”

The hippogriff tapped a talon on the stones beneath him a few times, considering that offer. The drop and slow swell of his equine shaft was answer enough. Luc chuckled at the sight. That magic worked both ways. He was getting hard just looking at such a sizable dick. He’d taken bigger, was his first thought when he saw it flop from its sheath, though he was less confident about that fact the more he watched it filling out. Well, there was just one thing to do about that. It was time to get out of his armour and show off what he had.

His armour was easy to remove when he knew exactly where to tug. That came in handy sometimes when he needed to shed some weight and become more nimble in a hurry. Not that it helped with all the weight he carried around. His hefty gut spilled out once it was no longer confined, but he had plenty of muscle to back up his chub. Similarly fat were his nuts, and his thickening sheath too, drawing back to show off his knotted shaft. The swell at the base just got thicker and thicker the more he looked over the hybrid standing in his way, the more he got that intense, and perhaps slightly flirty glare right back.

The two of them circled each other, getting harder, like they were preparing for a more traditional duel, like either of them was going to lunge at any moment. They were just posturing. To actually go through with their competition was going to require some cooperation, given the difference in their body types. K’thaal stopped first, planting his hooves, watching the wolf carefully. Luc had tossed his weapons aside in the process of undressing, but he was still a capable opponent unarmed. He didn’t try anything.

To properly present everything he had, K’thaal had to show his belly. His horse half wasn’t the move flexible in the world, not like the cat haunches of other gryphons. He slowly turned himself over and got comfortable on his back with his hooves in the air and his cock on full display. Luc paused in place just to take a good look over everything. Big, heavy nuts, thick medial ring, broad flare, and already putting out enough precum to soak the gryph’s belly - that was a horsecock alright. As much as he might have admired its potency, he already gave a small smirk at the sight. It was going to be easier than he thought.

Though still watching him with a look of distrust, K’thaal allowed the wolf to get right on top of him, as long as he didn’t move too quickly. Luc laid his cock right atop the gryph’s own, letting the tip leak near the base while he rubbed against those fine equine nuts. Even from below like that, K’thaal wasn’t completely lacking in control. He could roll his hips and grind right back, making as much contact with as much of Luc’s knotted shaft as he could, grinding, humping. That was when the wolf [i]really[/i] felt it.

He’d been unusually horny ever since arriving there, but more than just the amplified desire was the [i]pleasure[/i]. A mere touch was better than sex. Rubbing and sliding back and forth all over that gryphcock meant Luc soon equalled the mess K’thaal was making, leaking his pre everywhere, even outright spurting it out. He tried not to lose his focus. It wasn’t easy when he was feeling that good. Meanwhile, the gryph didn’t show any sign of being overwhelmed. His stare was more and more imposing the more Luc found himself grunting, growling, or even outright moaning just from a little good, wet friction.

All it took was the wolf faltering for a second for the hippogriff to take charge. K’thaal rocked his hips to the side and left Luc all off balance, easily overtaken. The fighter had never been so clumsy, clunking to the surface of that bridge, left staring up at the canopy over the forest for a moment, panting, throbbing, spitting pre on his gut before his vision was overtaken by the gryph stepping on either side of him. A quick bend to lower his haunches down and pin the wolf beneath his cock kept Luc right where he needed to be, and the response was instant. Even if a few good grinds had already been enough to nearly incapacitate him, Luc wasn’t about to let himself be defeated that easily, and if he was going to lose he was going down fighting - and thrusting.

Maybe the best way to deal with all that overstimulation was to go so hard into it that it somehow cancelled out. That was his thought when he started his snarling effort to hump and frot the gryph even faster than K’thaal could work on him. Maybe he could set the hybrid off, if he rubbed just right, if he hit all the right spots. He tried to focus on the veins, or the medial ring, or anywhere else that looked like it would have been particularly sensitive. His efforts had him panting when he wasn’t just gritting his teeth and suppressing a whimper of pleasure. It was starting to spiral, starting to build to a point there was nothing in the world he wanted more than to just [i]cum[/i], and K’thaal wasn’t slowing down.

With a howl of reluctant acceptance, Luc simply had no choice but to let it all out. His initial gush of cum was satisfying enough, a lip-curling orgasm that made as much of a mess of K’thaal’s cock as it did his own fur. Then the realization came. That moment it went from normal to something more, going on longer and longer, never seeming to thin out even when it meant flexing his balls extra tight, squeezing out so much seed he was soaking himself all over. Then there came the strain, the struggle to even comprehend what was going on with his body, all while enjoying it so much he couldn't even bear it.

Gone was the pleasured snarl, replaced with a more submissive, panting whine. His eyes were wide the longer the hippogriff drained him with nothing more than the repeated rubbing, the constant humping and thrusting against the wolf’s cock. Luc’s knot was so engorged it was enormous by then, all going along with the sheer stiff, rigid pulses running through his entire body. He reached a hand up to the gryph’s belly to try to push him off, but his strength had been so badly sapped by that endless orgasm that his usual power was useless.

Minutes of cumming rolled by with the wolf there pinned by nothing more than the weight of the dick atop his own. He started shivering, then shaking more violently. So thoroughly defeated by nothing more than an orgasm, and he never even reached his initial goal of making K’thaal cum. Something was happening to him. His mind was far too blank to explain it, but it was like something was breaking inside of him, something had come loose that was never supposed to. Maybe he was cumming out his very soul.

It was nothing so abstract as that. He was just going to have to push through and hope he found a way to recover. Those were the last coherent thoughts in his head before he was completely clouded by pleasure. His heroic endurance wasn’t going to help him there. Not when he’d given what felt like gallons of spunk and was still locked into the deadly ecstasy that had claimed Abby. The wolf followed in the deer’s footsteps, arching his back into one last flourish, creaming extra hard on that one last push to oblivion. Then he slumped down, expression blank, last breath sighing out of him, leaving K’thaal to consider what to do with him.

There had never been much competition from the start. K’thaal might have spent much of his time above the forest, surveying the skies, but like Dusk he was much more resistant to the temple’s magic than any intruder could have been. He nudged the wolf with a hoof and watched his cock keep flexing and even spurting a little. It was still of use to someone who wanted it, but the gryph didn’t care. Instead, he turned that dead canine over to get a better look at his particularly plump, if strong ass. The hybrid still had needs to be taken care of after all that frotting, and Luc couldn’t do a single thing about it.

The wolf would have probably been even more embarrassed about his defeat if he knew his enemy was going to fuck his corpse afterwards, but it was far too late to worry about that. He was nothing more than a good cocksleeve for that huge hybrid gryphon meat. K’thaal angled himself just right to push his thick shaft down between those cheeks and violate the fallen warrior all he liked. With how responsive Luc still seemed to be, there was plenty of pleasure to harvest from him while he was nice and warm.

A steady, selfish fuck from the gryphon was more like jerking off with the body of the defeated wolf. K’thaal rolled his strong horse haunches into powerful thrusts that surely would have had even the mighty fighter complaining, but he didn’t make a sound. His body still responded, giving some squeezes, even some throbs as the magic continued its work. Even if there was no mind left behind those blank eyes, the wolf’s body could milk out another orgasm all wrapped around the hippogriff’s dick, getting pumped and then outright spanked by the swinging set of plump nuts on that beast.

Whether it was some small spark of life, or just the spell in his veins, Luc gave one last tribute to the goddess who guarded that place after getting hammered long enough by the hippogriff mounting him. Another impressive cumshot spilled out over the stones of that bridge, not quite as potent as the release that had snuffed him, but potent nonetheless. Feeling those clenches of pleasure on his victim just made K’thaal speed up to join him in climax, thumping harder, deeper, taking a pace that would have been brutal if applied to a living someone.

Instead, he kept on using that wolf like the toy he had become until he was finished. A good cry of triumph preceded him unloading, letting off all that pressure, draining all that anticipation into one great big burst of relief. He stuffed that dead wolf full of jizz until Luc’s already fat belly was getting even tighter, even rounder, humping and thrusting into the creampied hole around his dick. It still flexed on him, still helped milk him to a satisfying finish. When the wolf’s body started overflowing, K’thaal pulled back to finish on the rest of Luc, despite how tempting it was to stay buried in that still-flexing rear.

Another fool, another sacrifice, sprawled out there on the temple’s stones getting covered in horsebird cum. K’thaal couldn’t help but scoff at the pathetic side of the big, strong warrior’s black fur getting drenched down and soaked by all the spunk he was busy shooting all over him. The hippogriff made his mark and left the wolf limp and motionless in a deep pool of hot, steaming cum, then just gave his cock a little shake to drip the last drops over his load over his opponent before departing. A [i]floof[/i] of his wings came with him spreading them out to take off once more. There were still other surviving intruders in the temple, but they weren’t going to be a problem. The other guardians would deal with them.

“Ohhhh, precious poss boy! Mama’s got something special for you.”

The mountain lioness stalked the halls in search of the hidden possum. Obie tried not to listen too closely to that sweet voice. He’d only had a glimpse of her, but her towering, powerful presence was intimidating enough. Then there were her curves - soft, broad, ample, and exactly as motherly as her tone implied. He had no doubt whatever she had in store for him truly was special, and that was exactly why she was so dangerous in a place like that. One push was all it was going to make him succumb to the temptation of a warm, strong dommy mommy.

“I can smell you. I know how horny you are,” the cougar said again, with a slightly more fearsome undertone, before softening her voice again. “Won’t you come out and play with mama Cynna? You’re going to hurt my feelings.”

Obie’s heart was absolutely pounding. He cursed the tightness of his light travelling armour - it was already revealing how turned on he was. It only got worse when he listened to her purring from afar. That sound was only getting closer. She was narrowing in on his hiding spot, and something was keeping him from finding another one. Maybe if she grabbed him and dragged him out, it wasn’t his fault. No one could say his willpower failed if it wasn’t his fault.

When her soft footsteps were near enough he could feel them, he covered his mouth tightly. Her scent was immensely enticing. Her rumbles made him blush just listening to them. Yet worse than all of that was when the sounds she made suddenly vanished from his senses, right down to the feeling of her presence. It was like she’d simply turned invisible, or even teleported. Until she struck.

“Found you!” She sprang forward and left him screeching when he saw those flashing fangs coming for his face.

Rather than bite, she simply snatched the screamy possum and hauled him out into the open, kicking and panicking. His magic wasn’t coming to him. Maybe it was the lack of focus, but even the simplest of cantrips failed on him. As much as he didn’t want to hurt someone so gorgeous, she was going to kill him if she had her way with him. Yet when he raised his hands, he accomplished little more than wiggling his fingers at Cynna. The only remaining option was to struggle with all his might.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard a voice, even amid the panic. Someone was laughing. His patron wasn’t going to save him from the lioness. If anything, she was going to sit back and enjoy the show, watching from whichever plane she dwelt in. He knew that deal was going to come back to haunt him someday, but he never thought it was through sheer abandonment in his time of greatest need. Hands raised, he pushed and even tried to kick at the big cat scooping him up and carrying him away to somewhere softer where she could pin him down.

It wasn’t much of a bed, crumbled and half-collapsed after years of disuse, but it had been fit for the temple’s leader at some point. For the two of them, it was simply a place for Cynna to push the possum down flat and start stealing his clothes away. She was gentle, but firm. One hand remained on his chest the whole time, and that was enough to keep him down. She was so much stronger than him. He could see the muscles in her arm bulging when he put up his most desperate struggles.

The other hand was adequate to slowly peel him from his protective layers, to bear everything the trim warlock had to hide before the lusty lioness. She licked her chops and gave an especially deep rumble when she got his cock free. It was standing up tall and desperately pulsing, craving release. He flinched away when she reached for it, but the soft, slow stroke she gave him in her tender grip had a way of making him forget all about the danger.

“See? You’re such a good boy for mama. So excited, no matter how much you fight. Just calm yourself down and we can take it slow. Why don’t you tell me your name, sweetie?”

He took a look into her bright blue eyes and lost a little more of himself. Something cracked, and then shattered his will, merely from one good look. She was watching him with such affection and desire alike, ears perked, gentle smile on her lips. Then there was her big, naked body, soft in all the right places, but strong enough to hold him and keep him safe in others. Maybe it wasn’t the worst thing he could have done to satisfy her request.

“... Everyone calls me Obie.”

“Then I shall too. Just breathe and enjoy yourself, dear Obie. You can tell me to stop any time you like.”

As hard as he found that to believe, the way she wrapped her fingers around his shaft had a way of making him forget about that. He tensed up all over, then sighed out when she started stroking. She was already getting her palm all slick with how much he was putting out. The juices were leaking steadily from his shiny black cock, getting thicker with every big throb that passed through it. She shushed him when he whimpered and stroked his chest with her sharp claws in a way he found oddly comforting despite the implied threat. At least she kept to her word of taking it slow.

From a soft yet sloppy handjob, Cynna eventually leaned in for a kiss. Her lips felt amazing on his own. She tasted so nice, and she seemed to like how he tasted too. A rough slurp with her tingly tongue that worked under his chin, then over his whole face, swiping along each of his cheeks, riding the length of his snout left Obie pleasantly slathered and smoothed alike. He never stopped trembling, but most of that was from arousal by that point. He didn’t so much as nudge her away when she flowed over his much smaller body and completely blanketed him in her soft, inviting bulk.

It was a lot of weight on top of him, but he couldn’t have been more comfortable. She was purring so much. He felt it vibrating through every inch of her, and then through himself too in time. Swallowing her scent and tasting her tongue pushing past his lips, he could only suckle and moan for the big mama cat, finally daring to reach up and touch her back. Stroking along her sides, gripping her plush padding and admiring her strong back alike, he found himself closing his eyes and simply appreciating all the other sensations she could provide him, while slowly humping a nice wet spot on her cushy belly.

Cynna was still stroking him right up to the moment she mounted on top of him. First, she slowly broke from that kiss with one more lick of his face that left him opening his violet eyes again to stare, dazed, at her fond expression. Then she spread her thick thighs over his hips and pressed her ass down to his thighs. She was heavy enough that it made his toes feel a little numb after not long at all, watching the lioness rubbing herself against him, slick pussy inching closer and closer to his cock. Only when she was ready to take him inside did she let him go for half a moment.

Replacing that tender grip with the sleek, hot embrace of a sweetly soaked cat cunt left the possum making noises for her again. He arched his back into penetration, sinking snugly into the pulse and squeeze of Cynna’s needy sex. She soaked his cock in seconds, juices pouring down over the possum’s balls, leaving him clutching his face, tugging his own braids just to deal with the magically-enhanced pleasure she overtook him with. His squirming resumed, but she stopped that by pressing down a little more firmly on him until he settled down a little again.

“There. That’s my good boy. Let mama do all the work. You deserve to be spoiled, coming all this way just to see me.”

His heart was pounding far too fast, and that same pulse travelled through the rest of him, making his whole body throb for her. He was spurting precum into her pussy, and she wasn’t even moving yet. The gradual slip back up his shaft brought with it a succulent slurping sound. They were both making such a mess. She paused, watching him the whole time, squeezing his shoulders, and then pushed all the way back down to envelop him all over again. Pushing balls-deep inside the bigger, older cat, getting massaged by every flex of her pussy had his eyes watering with pleasure. It was all building so fast, getting orgasmically intense before they were even properly fucking.

“That’s it. A little faster now.”

She went again, rising until only his tip was inside her, then thudding down more instantly to rush him through the sensation of penetrating her again. A nice hard thud to his hips left him slightly numb in places, but that just made room for more pleasure. He was shooting into her, gushing his precum, and all he could do was stroke her hips and sides, struggling to deal with how good the slowest, most caring sex could feel. Eventually he got his hands on her bouncing breasts and gave them a squeezing, provoking a pleased, sharp [i]rowwwwwr[/i] from her lips. She gave him her kindest of smiles as she rode him, building in speed, in power, showing what a big cat she could really be.

It was only after several minutes of getting his cock so blissfully massaged by the generous older cat that Obie felt it. Something more than orgasm was building inside of him. It was like all the power he’d once been gifted by his dormant patron was getting pulled out of him, leaking from his dick, or simply getting squeezed out of his trembling body. Something was wrong. It was incredibly, heavenly sex, but it was too much. Maybe two mortals could have handled what she was doing to him, but his vision was starting to blur, his head was starting to spin, and a rising sense of panic worked into his chest despite still humping and thrusting into that cat’s soft pussy.

“W-wait ...”

“What’s that honey? Speak up for mama.” Cynna cupped one of her ears.

“I think ... I think we have to stop.”

“Oh, sweetie, it’s just getting good!”

His narrowed eyes went a little wider when she completely ignored him. If anything she was just going faster, rolling those powerful hips in deep, lunging, sloppy thrusts, [i]schlicks[/i] echoing out through the mostly empty temple. He began to grasp at her body, looking for a place to plant his hands and push just to ease her off a little.

“Slow down, please ... you said I could tell you to stop.”

There was a spark of something in her eyes. He saw her lip curl just slightly, as if she was barely suppressing a snarl. Instead, she smiled broadly, showing her fangs.

“You’re right. I [i]did[/i] say that. You can tell me to stop all you like, sweetheart! Keep doing it, if you want to! I don’t mind.”

There was a sadistic spice to her tone with every word. She licked her teeth and kept riding him harder, taking him deeper and deeper even when he started to scramble and whimper. The pleasure was getting to him. He had to scrunch up his face with the strain, just trying to handle what she was giving him. There was so much pre coming out of him he might as well have been cumming already. His balls were pumping tighter and tighter, working out all that pressure, all that [i]need[/i]. Every second she used him was one closer to him letting it all out, to the magic taking over and sending him into a climax he was never going to come down from.

“No ... no ... please, you can’t ...”

“I can,” she fondly said, still exuding that faux sweetness that had successfully seduced him in the first place. “Don’t be afraid. You can cum inside mommy, sweet Obie.”

It was hearing her use his name like that that broke him. For a moment it looked like he simply died on the spot when his head fell back, briefly unconscious as the wave of ecstasy completely possessed him. He shook and shrank away from her as she pounded her hips down on him, demolishing his small body with her sheer force of desire. None of the pain of getting destroyed like that even registered. He felt nothing but pleasure, and that was exactly the problem. It was too late to save him.

Watching her fangs flash in her yowling snarl of pleasure, he gave Cynna exactly what she wanted. Cumming for her as hard as he possibly could, he drained his nuts dry, only to find he had even more to give. Orgasm blended into another all throughout the endless torrent of poss cum into that big cat’s pussy. She gripped him tightly by the shoulders, leaning in close, letting him feel the warmth of her breath on his face as he started to fade. Her eyes were locked on his own, watching the light fade from him as closely as she could.

Eventually, even his will to resist broke. He started bucking with what remained of his energy, fucking his way through that sloppy, endless peak, cumming constantly inside of her, filling her womb, satisfying her need like he was twice his size. She even came for him right back. He got to feel her squirting on his cock, soaking his belly in her juices as the breath started to sigh out of him and his mind completely disconnected from everything around him. He was still squirting cum into her gripping, velvety folds even when his jaws fell slack, his eyes went blank, and his body fell to nothing but convulsing after one last broken scream.

That nice warm corpse of a cute boy was still nice and stiff for Cynna. She pressed herself down on him, smothering his blank face in her cleavage, and kept riding with long, powerful motions of her hips. Her ass went up and down on his prone, lifeless body for as long as he was still hard for her. She made that cock keep twitching, made those balls keep flexing out a dry orgasm until the magic did its work. Though the motherly cat was poised overtop the completely dead warlock, when she pounded his battered hips for long enough, she made him cum again.

Draining all that last essence out of him until he had nothing left to give eventually made her slow her thrusting and riding with a satisfied [i]prrrrrr[/i]. She kept that rumbling going as she rose up from the dead possum she’d been fucking. One more kiss on his frozen expression came with her slowly sliding off his cock, watching it go slack with the rest of him. He left her nicely creamed, dripping his cum down her thighs by the time she stood by the bedside, blowing a brief kiss to the fallen warlock.

“Good boy.”

There was only one of them left, and somehow she knew it. Mahiri wasn’t in possession of any sort of psychic powers, but the magic in the air had a way of uniting the party. She felt it growing emptier and emptier in there, but she had to press on. There was treasure ahead. She was sure of it. Avoiding some standard traps only made her more confident, even as her head got hazier and hazier, and her pussy was so wet she swore it she’d soaked right through her armour. Every step was another clench of need. She bit her lip and narrowed her eyes to simply focus on the path ahead. All she had to hope was that no one showed up to distract her from her task.

When she saw the crocodile, she just halted in her tracks, threw up her hands, and sighed.

“Ah, well. I am utterly fucked, aren’t I?”

“Yup.”

Xerxes stepped forth, far too big to ever hide, showing himself from afar. She was still out of reach and probably could have outran him, but that wasn’t the point. What mattered most was looking at the absolute heft and strength of the huge, powerful croc standing in front of her, muscular arms folded over his chick chest, big barrel of a gut only adding to his impressive figure. He towered over her and stared at her with that permanent grin, making himself more enticing by the moment simply by standing there. That she could see such an imposing bulge in his loincloth only reaffirmed what she naturally assumed. After being exposed to the spell in the air for so long, she was completely helpless to resist the very foolish temptation of getting fucked by the handsome, dangerous stud of a reptile, no matter how likely it was to spell her doom.

He pounded a fist into one of his huge, leathery hands, and Mahiri just shook her head. To show there was no need for that, she started disarming herself all on her own, tossing aside knives and other weapons both obvious and concealed just to show she meant no harm. If getting croc-fucked was inevitable, then she preferred to do it without having to get beaten up by the massive reptile first. That eventually stopped Xerxes where he was. He snorted at the sight of her.

“A shame. Wouldn’t have minded knocking you around first.”

“No need. Here, see? All gone. I’m harmless.” She held up her open hands once she’d created a small mountain of sharp objects beside her.

“Let’s see the tits if you really mean it.”

She could do that. Her armour was flexible and rarely restricted her movement in any way, but like Luc’s it was easy to remove quickly when the need arose. For other reasons. She removed that leather plate over her bust and let her breasts stand up perky and bare for the croc to consider. He didn’t move yet, standing like the statue his granite scales resembled, waiting for her to keep going. She did just that, stripping in front of him, making him tent his loincloth with an enormous black spire the more she revealed. When she was removing her last boot with a bare paw, hopping about, jiggling her curves, flashing her slathered sex to him, that’s when he made his move.

Mahiri could have dodged him. Their duel might have even been fun. Instead, she stood still, flat-footed, and let him snatch her up and drag her over to the altar of his goddess - or the one he was presently serving, at least. Xerxes tore his one piece of clothing away when it was hardly covering him up anymore anyway, revealing the full girth of his big fat uncut crocodile cock, then shoved her down. He wasn’t gentle with her. She didn’t want him to be. The steady rumbles and even growls she offered to counter his own deep sounds sometimes even built to a snarl of need to make sure he knew how much she wanted it.

When the ache was that bad, even just getting adjusted into position was an almost unbearable wait. Xerxes made the most of the feline’s flexibility, grabbing her ankles and pulling her legs straight up and over her head, bending her in half so he could mating press her down on that old, cracked, yet still sturdy altar. Mahiri had been fucked on less comfortable things. She reached out and got her arms as far around that boulder of a man as she could, clawing at his scales as hard as she liked. He wasn’t going to feel it. Xerxes’ focus was on her getting on top of that cat, pinning her so she couldn’t change her mind when the protective magic really started having its effect, and helping himself to the wettest cat cunt he could ask for.

A smooth, slick shove to spread her out and make her yowl left her trembling. Maybe Mahiri had overestimated just how much she could actually take. One thrust inside of her was already leaving her suppressing her own screams, scratching at the croc’s scaly back, trembling beneath him. No amount of squirming or adjusting herself was going to make the next hump any less impactful. Xerxes had her pinned down, and he was giving her everything she needed. Another rough slam of his hips to shake her whole body, and then another, and Mahiri found herself with nothing to do but pull herself closer to him and grind right back to make sure she got as overwhelmed as possible in the first few seconds of getting fucked hard, no matter the consequences.

Going out with the biggest bang she could meant provoking the croc to ram her harder by nibbling on him, and then alternatively roaring or screeching while she got rutted somewhere beyond even numb. She felt [i]everything[/i]. Every spark, every hit of pleasure beyond anything natural built up and built up until she was almost completely overwhelmed. Rolling her body in time to Xerxes' violent motions to make sure they hit her all the harder was going to get her broken, but she already knew how it was going to go. She wasn’t walking out of there either way. All she could do was enjoy those final moments as much as she possibly could.

It didn’t take her long to start cumming for him. That much power, that much sheer brutality getting poured out on her magically hypersensitive sex meant she was gushing after only seconds of rough, harsh fucking. The croc grunted and then faintly chuckled when he felt her going off that quick. He knew what it meant. That pleasure peaked like normal, then grew into something especially intense, something memorable before it spiralled completely out of control. The leopardess went from roaring beneath him, to shrieking a song of moans and wails, to simply whimpering when her pussy simply wouldn’t stop clenching on him.

At least she got to feel one more cumshot before she expired. Xerxes bucked her hard and buried his whole cock inside her, stretching her dangerously, plapping his enormous nuts against her cunt to let her feel them flexing. He drained his load inside her and filled her up to nearly busting in seconds, fucking that cum inside her until the sensations started to break her. She kept trying to sit up, clinging to him, arms shaking with the useless effort. It all came to a great screaming finish that left her voice hoarse just before it fell silent in the last twitching, convulsing throes of climax, squirting in pure ecstasy before it all went dark and she flopped down underneath that horny brute.

Feeling her dying underneath him didn’t slow Xerxes for a moment. If anything, he just climbed up onto the altar a little more and put even more of his weight on top of her. It didn’t matter if he was crushing her or squeezing out her last gasp a little faster. He had a pussy to enjoy, while it was still warm and pumping up around him. She was still good at milking him in death, and he roared with pleasure when he started fucking her creamed, overflowing corpse even harder than he’d given it to her while she was alive.

Every stroke sent more of his cum splashing down on the altar, exactly how the goddess would have wanted it. He wasn’t tainting anything. If anything he was doing holy work, pounding that soft, limp cat hard. Sometimes he grabbed her, gave her a few smacks on the face with his meaty hand just to make sure she was really gone. Gripping her throat like he did would have choked her normally, but it was nothing more than a handle for him mid-fuck. He fucked her to another finish, watching her dumb, blank face staring up at him, snarling his way through a teeth-gnashing orgasm that left her womb even more swollen with his rich, hot croc seed.

He pulled out before he was done just to see how good she looked with long ropes of cum splashed all over her bare tits and her face. Getting it in her open mouth gave him any idea. Before he was even done cumming, he grabbed her by the hair and hauled her lifeless form over, prying her jaws open as far as they could go so he could ram his dick down her throat and watch her gullet bulge around it. Gripping her head in both hands as he sat there on the altar with her body dangling over the side, he fucked her face hard enough to kill her a second time, or that was how it looked with her flopped around, getting that fat dick shoved right down to her chest over and over.

Even better, that magic animated her just enough that it felt like she was gulping around his cock. She couldn't exactly suck in that state, but it was good enough for him. He throatfucked her without any care for how her corpse ended up, not caring if he ended up breaking things. He was going to be the last to ever use her. What really set him off though was those empty eyes watching him do it, without a thought behind them. His dead, warm plaything was nothing if not obedient, all ready to swallow his load without any need for breath. He liked her better that way.

Jizzing down her throat until her belly was full, then yanking her off his cock so violently he ripped a handful of her hair out, he held her in place to shoot all over her face and breasts a little more. By the time he was done panting, growling, and draining his balls all over her front side, she was drenched and dripping, fur sloppy with crocodile spunk, utterly defiled in that forbidden place. He sat there watching her when he came down from the pleasure high, only to feel another urgent throb running through his shaft at the thought of defiling her a little more.

Turning her around and behind her right over the altar meant she splatted down in a puddle of the cum he’d left all over her face and bust. She was drooling it out, expression dumber than ever, but he wasn’t watching that anymore. He was busy pulling her tail and grabbing her by the hips to pull that thick ass into position to get split by his dick. Pushing in between her cheeks, all lubed up after all that sloppy sex, he still found her asshole nice and tight when he penetrated her. She was still squeezing on him there too.

From there, he could fuck her so hard he took her right off her paws, watching his thrusts resonate through her curves, wobbling up from her butt to her bust, and right down her thighs. He buried himself deep in that tight hole and spanked her as hard as he liked just to make her jiggle a little more. It wasn’t like he was being mean. Nothing he did made any difference to her anymore. He was free to fuck her ass as hard as he wanted, even to claw her or bite her if he felt like it, but he stuck to thrusting hard for the moment.

Despite how dead she was, Mahiri’s body was still working on him as if she was somehow enjoying it, deep down inside. He felt every little contraction, every good flex on his dick while he rutted her with all his might. They got faster and faster until he swore he felt her have one more orgasm around him. Maybe, maybe not, but it was good enough for one more cumshot. This one, he made sure went entirely inside of her.

Just feeling her swell in his clutches, squeezing her belly from the back, fucking her full of croc cum until his nuts were completely drained eventually took the fire out of him. He stopped raging and came down with a satisfied grunt. Looking down at the dead leopard on his dick as if he was only seeing her for the first time, he shrugged and slowly pulled out. A loud, sucking pop left more of his seed splashing over the altar he left her on. She was his offering to the goddess, perhaps. Or he just couldn’t be bothered to move her broken, violated form. More bones for the temple, more adventurers who never returned from their pursuit of glory and loot, and the legend grew.