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He'd stay safe as long as he stayed close to Rosie. That was when it occurred to him that he'd started calling her that in his head, without her even asking him to. She just radiated a certain warmth. Andree was convinced she was his friend, even. Maybe that was a sudden conclusion to jump to after travelling with the vixen for such a short time, but he wanted to believe it was true. She was so gorgeous, so comforting, standing tall over the sergal's runty form, striding alongside him confidently despite the departure or disappearance of the entire party.

“Let's just keep going. I'm sure everyone else is doing fine. I just have a feeling, you know?"

She smiled at him, and he nervously smiled back, which made her pout a little.

“Are you scared? Here." She offered his hand, which he gingerly took. “Just don't let go and I'll make sure you get home safely."

Though she squeezed gently, he could feel the power coursing through her fingers. While she might have seemed physically unassuming, some part of Andree just knew she was far more potent than she said. He knew a little magic himself, not a lot, but enough to sense it. That was okay, though. He couldn't fault her for being modest. It just meant if they got in trouble, he could rely on her to bail him out. It wasn't like his dabbling, unfocused skillset was going to do much good if there was something truly dangerous down there. And they were really going down.

Descending through so many tunnels, so many hidden staircases and so forth was starting to make him squirm a little. More than anything, he just wanted to see the surface and the sunlight again. It was just so [i]dark[/i] down there. Rosemary's conjured light kept the path visible, but he swore he could feel the shadows creeping in. Turning back would have meant the whole adventure was a waste, when there wasn't any treasure in their packs yet, but the crawling feeling on his skin made it difficult to care. Still, he was prepared to follow the fox anywhere, or almost anywhere at least.

“Do you hear that?" he found himself blurting, before he was even certain what he was hearing.

“Hm?" She smiled at him again, shrugging a shoulder.

“Wait. Hang on a second." They paused, and he listened hard, scrunching his face with concentration. “I think there's someone ... singing."

The realization put a chill in his spine worse than the harshest winter. He was shivering. The sound was still on the very edge of his perception, but that was enough to have such an effect on him. A soft, sweet, slightly sad humming tune was coming from somewhere ahead. It wasn't the voice itself that made his heart pound, that made him clench his jaw and tense his shoulders. There was something else, something [i]beneath[/i] the sound that set off every single alarm bell in his body, filling him with fear so primal he wondered if he could even move.

“Singing?" Rosemary cupped a hand to one of her ears, then simply shook her head. “No, I don't think so. I think you might just be hearing things, Andree. It's okay to be nervous down here. Nothing to be embarrassed about."

He sputtered a moment. There was no doubt in his mind. He could still hear it. Yet he wasn't getting anything for Rosie but a persistent smile, and a little tug of his head. She wanted to keep going, despite every single instinct he had telling him there was great danger ahead, and he was powerless to resist her. Whatever she wanted, he wanted. She must have known best, anyway. Even as the light she carried seemed to flicker and fade, and the shadows grew so thick they felt like they were dripping from the walls, he just had to trust her.

As for where exactly they were anymore, he had no idea. The last vestiges of the forgotten city were long gone. There were no buildings, no streets, nothing that resembled a [i]place[/i]. It was tunnels and caverns, like they were down to a level even more ancient than the old city itself, a place where the most primitive of creatures had once lived. Yet he saw no sign of them either. It was all so empty, so featureless, and so vast. That Rosie always seemed to know where to go every time they reached a fork in the makeshift road was good, but he was never going to find the way back on his own if they somehow got separated.

Yet for as dark and empty as the path down had been, there was still one sign of life, or former life at least. There was a door there. It was completely out of place, blocking further passage down the tunnel, looking like it had been transplanted from above, chopped out of some tavern and placed there. Its ornate wooden carvings depicted a scene he couldn't quite parse. Glimpses of faces and bodies told him it was supposed to be something, but it was far too complex for him to figure out at a glance. Rosemary's voice broke him out of staring.

“Well, Andree? Go on. Open it."

She gave a soft giggle that got the fur standing up on the back of his neck. What was so funny about this? He was terrified. If it was all her idea of a prank, he wasn't going to laugh. Yet for all his inner protests, he knew she was [i]right[/i]. The door [i]needed[/i] to be opened. It [i]had[/i] to be. And it had to be him. The distant song was coming from behind it, and he would have been happy to go his entire life without ever knowing who was making it, but the urge to keep from disappointing the vixen was strong. Feeling her let go of his hand was frightful all on its own, but with his eyes wide open and his every muscle tense, he made his approach to that out-of-place doorway, tugged the handle, and that gateway swung wide to reveal whatever waited beyond.

First there came a rush of air. It was damp and dense, dulling his senses with his first gasp. There was light from somewhere, too. Everything else was dark. Not even Rosie's magic could penetrate the overpowering gloom, as if he'd opened a door into the void. Yet in a moment, there came light, in the form of a ghostly white glow that reflected off the shiny interior of that inexplicable chamber. The walls were dripping with something thick and gooey. Six small orbs of light drifted across the room and aligned themselves in a V, and then beneath it there grew a deep, glowing slash of a smile, framed by immense fangs. Only then did he truly perceive her.

Her silhouette was immediately striking, filling his senses with the vast curves of a large, shapely woman far bigger than him and even of Rosie. Yet it was all wrong. Tracing his gaze upwards, seeing her teeth, her many eyes, her horns, her head of tentacles, he knew he was dealing with someone so much worse than a mere monster. He felt as if he shrank down even smaller before the huge, slime-covered creature in the absolute depths of the dungeon. Worse than a dragon, worse than an evil sorcerer, she was all his nightmares made real. He swore he'd seen her before, in fleeting glimpses of the sleeping mind, and he knew he wasn't dreaming anymore.

Of course he couldn't move. It wasn't a matter of being meek or feeble-minded. The most courageous of heroes would have done the same when she so gently offered him her hand in welcome. He couldn't take it, knowing what terrible things she could do to him if he accepted. She emanated horror and dread, with a threatening aura of power beyond anything he ever thought possible. The world was so small compared to her. She was everything, the end of it all, lurking in the deepest shadows, waiting for her moment, and he had stumbled upon her lair.

With some guidance, anyway. That was his only solace in the terror. At least he wasn't alone. The rest of the party might have vanished, but he still had his companion, the one he trusted more than anything in the world. It took great effort to move his body at all, but when he tried hard enough he could turn his head to look at Rosie - only to jump back and recoil from what he saw. That wasn't the fox he knew. Not anymore.

Maybe it was the corruption of witnessing the living horror that had overtaken her. She was bigger. Her eyes had gone from that warm brown to an otherworldly magenta that glowed over her curled, snarling smile. All those fangs, all those tails - she was more than just a fox. The kitsune slowly inched towards him as if just to see him flinch, casting her robe aside to bear it all, naked and ghostly white, with a sheath big enough to fit his whole head. He had no time for attraction when he was sandwiched between two monsters, with nowhere to flee, and no hope of rescue from any of the other party members.

“No ... no ... no ..." he repeated, as if he might deny the reality that had come over him.

Eventually, it was Rosemary's stalking and snapping her jaws at him that made him jump back, even if it meant getting close to the nightmare behind him. Hearing the voice of that creature, still in a singsongy tone like a lullaby snapped his attention back to her.

“Oh, dear Andree. I was wondering when you would arrive. And here I was expecting a fight. I had something planned for a whole party. Something fun."

“Trust me, this one is [i]so[/i] innocent, he'll be just as good as several of them," Rosie said, laughing wickedly, her tone unlike anything Andree had heard out of her yet. “Well, go on. Go say hi to your new mommy."

“You may call me Senka, sweetie." The nightmare withdrew her hand and simply rested her elbows on the floor, sprawled out, looking at him. “Well, you may not be what I hoped for, but I'm certain I won't get bored with you. Shall we begin the dreaming?"

“Oh, we shall," Rosie said, starting to cackle. “Oh, Senka, you should have seen him. He was clinging on to everything I said, like I was his new best friend in the world. Time for your [i]nap[/i], precious little idiot."

Then she gave Andree a firm push from behind. It was enough to topple him. She was stronger than she looked. He didn't just fall to the floor. There was nothing there to catch him. What looked like a solid surface was instead an endless chasm in disguise, and he plummeted down, screaming, plunging faster and faster until it felt as if he was going to be ripped apart by the wind rushing past his body. It began to rip at his clothing, stripping him down to his bare fur, leaving him even more exposed. He didn't stop falling until he hit the surface of some cool, thick fluid that wrapped all around him until he could feel himself suffocating.

Fighting with it and descending, he eventually broke through the bottom and resumed his plummet. This time, he hit the ground, struggling, coughing, splashing about to shake off the coating of goo or slime that had coated him. It felt as if it sank right into his skin, soaking him deeper and deeper, tainting him. He was in the dark, alone again. Struggling to his feet, he found himself feeling so cold, so alone. Even his rapid breathing seemed to echo in the depths of that vast, empty chamber, with no walls, no windows, no ceiling in sight. It was truly the void, lit only by some faint glow from above whose source he couldn't see.

Then there came the song once more. It wasn't quite the same as before. It was darker, more menacing. Where Senka had once been humming a lullaby, this time it felt more like a threat, a war song to warn him of what she was going to do to him when she found him there, in that secret place. He had to find a way to escape, and when he found his footing and began to wander, he at least saw something more than blank, damp floor. There were raised surfaces, stones inscribed with complex symbols. Seeing nothing else he could do, he stepped onto one.

It sank down beneath his modest weight, [i]clunking[/i] into place. Something else shifted nearby when it did, revealing the presence of another stone nearby. Maybe he just needed to leap to it. He just had to fight down the fear and do his best to ignore the voice closing in on him, and brace for a big jump. Stumbling and collapsing onto the second platform, he felt it sink down underneath him like the first. But then that first one was up again. He couldn't tell if he was supposed to do them in sequence, or somehow hit them all at once, or within a short time. The symbols on each were incomprehensible to him, yet he could feel they had a deeper meaning that someone better versed in magic could have figured out.

He wasn't fast enough to run and step on them all before the first ones rose back up, nor smart enough to decipher some sort of message or pattern. Maybe it was never meant for one mere adventurer. An experienced party could have used their numbers and their collective skills to solve it before time ran out. He merely found himself trembling atop the second switch, hearing Senka drawing ever so dangerously near. His knees were feeling weak. He wanted to just collapse and give in. At least she couldn't laugh at his failure that way. Sitting down where he was, he squinted into the impenetrable darkness to try to anticipate where she was coming from.

The light on the horizon of the void warned of her arrival. She smiled from the dark, crawling towards him, vast and horrifically beautiful.

“I gave you a little extra time, dear Andree. But it looks like you've given up. Was it too hard for you?" Her voice was soft and coddling, but there was clear cruelty there. “Maybe I expected too much of you. Someone like you is much better off all nice and tucked in goodnight."

Wherever they were, it was her realm. She controlled everything, including the floor itself. When she raised a hand, the solid surface began to ripple like a wave, undulating and knocking Andree flat. The sergal squeaked and flailed, but he didn't get up. He knew it was useless. Quivering with anticipation, knowing it was going to get so much worse, he was perfectly vulnerable for those waves to grow softer, wetter. Thick, tar-like slime washed over him, immersing him and coating him, binding him in place from his neck to his toes, coating every single inch of his body but his head in a new, second skin that kept him utterly helpless to her whims.

“If you aren't going to play with me, I will merely have to play with you. Is that what you want, Andree? A nice, sweet monster mommy to get you all excited?"

She loomed over him, sitting beside his prone form. Stroking a claw up along his coated skin, from his thigh, to his hip and middle, his chest, his throat, then down again made him want to shudder. Even that was difficult when he was so tightly gooped. Breathing wasn't easy either, and he started huffing when she teased the small bulge between his legs with a single digit, toying with him until he simply had no choice but to grow aroused. That was her will, and he had to obey.

In time, that whole bodysuit of slime began to move. It washed back and forth across Andree's pinned body like the ocean's tide. It vibrated. Sometimes, it even felt like it was groping him with a thousand tiny fingers. Nothing was spared. He felt as if that goo was part of Senka somehow, an extension of her, and so the pleasure he felt was from her directly. She smiled over him, watching intently, never blinking as she forcibly turned him on and stimulated him to the point he was starting to strain, starting to whimper.

Rock hard and aching a little, Andree didn't have to wait long to get the relief his body was crying out for. It was a little too much. Watching Senka looming, rubbing herself, delighting in playing with him, was only making him harder. The slime slipping up and down his shaft along with every other inch of his body took full advantage of that. He might have been convulsing if he could move at all. The stimulation quickly pushed him past his limits, teetering on orgasm but not quite reaching it, trembling within the confines of that slippery coating clinging to his body. It tightened, squeezing some of the breath out of his chest as he throbbed there in her massaging clutches, and then began to creep upwards along his neck.

Feeling even the smallest tendrils inching along his throat was concerning enough. It only got worse when it wrapped around his entire neck and began to squeeze. He fought to get his hands up, to try to reach for that slime and tear it away before it suffocated him. It resisted even his most desperate effort. He was too small, too weak. And then it began to cover his face. Crawling over his features, covering him in a deadly mask, it sealed around his mouth and nose, then over his eyes to completely immerse him in asphyxiating darkness. Hugging tight around his features, sealed to his open, gasping mouth, it gave Senka a clear view of the suffocating sergal while she got him off in his fading moments.

Seconds felt like minutes in the midst of that panic. His mind slowly blanked, and his body gradually numbed, but not so much he didn't feel her jerking him off with those many tendrils, those many fingers of slime stroking along his trapped cock until he was at the very peak, the very edge. Airless, helpless, it only made the resulting orgasm shooting out of him all the more intense when he was teetering towards passing out within the full bodysuit of thick black goo. He came for her, gushing so hard it made him flinch and clench his teeth. Andree couldn't even gasp anymore with a climax like that ripping through him, threatening to knock him out cold from the sheer power of how hard she made him drain his dick.

Slurping up his offering, absorbing that spunk into the rest of the slime, Senka took to stroking over the struggling, dying sergal with her palm. He could feel her touches, but he was falling further down, chest burning, eyes watering, head pounding with the desperate need for just one gasp. Instead, he was left to listen to her voice. Her gentle coo sounded like mockery in those circumstances.

“There. Now you're nice and safe from that mean old vixen. Mommy won't let her get you here. She has to wait her turn."

Then he glimpsed it. Not with his eyes, but with his whole being. That was what death felt like. There wasn't any room to breathe or struggle. He twitched there in his suit of slime, encased in goo, drowning for the dark mother. Even having seen her transformed, he found himself trying to cry out for Rosemary one last time. Surely she didn't think it was going to go this far. Surely she would have saved him if she knew Senka was snuffing him out, fingering her sloppy cunt while she stroked the dying sergal down to his very last shudder of life. He tried to call her name, but he didn't have the air. It all was so much darker than Andree had imagined it'd be. He shook one last time, and died.

Andree was on display, chained up in the depths. The first thing he wanted to do when he woke up was to claw at his throat, to rip the suffocating mask from his face, but he couldn't do that. At least there was no need. It was gone, leaving him to gasp once more. He knew it was more than just passing out. She'd [i]killed[/i] him, and she'd enjoyed it. That he was still alive told him she simply wasn't done with him. He fought against his bindings, but they only rattled, making a concerning amount of noise. Something rustled in the depths in response. He saw that pinkish glow moving closer.

In his initial panic, he didn't get a chance to properly appreciate Rosemary's true form. It was beautiful, in a way. She came towards with her many tails swishing and swaying like the branches of an ancient tree in a gentle breeze. Her long locks of streaked hair floated as if submerged, looking as if they could reach out and grab him if she wanted. The glow of her eyes was something not quite demonic. She was something else. Maybe something worse. The wicked grin of sadistic glee before she so much as touched him told him he'd been wrong about her, and yet even then, there was still some part of him that wanted to trust her.

Maybe it was how truly gorgeous she was. Just like Senka, she was fully naked, displaying her breasts, her curves, her wide hips. He had to marvel at the size of her balls, and the slowly filling sheath resting atop them, swaying and bouncing, filling out with every step. Despite her foxy appearance, he saw the blunt tip of her cock pushing forth, flared like a horse, pitch black but for the way it reflected her sinister inner glow. It swelled bigger and bigger, until it looked the size of his arm - then his leg. That massive equine dick wasn't going to fit him in the slightest, and when he saw an especially juicy knot popping free of the sheath, half-firm before it was even in the open air, he knew he was in even more trouble.

“Look at you." Her tone was immediately vicious, mocking him with every syllable. “All tied up with nowhere to go. I heard you trying to call my name while Senka snuffed you. You really think I care about you, don't you?"

She leaned close, letting him feel her breath on his face and breathe her unmistakable scent. Even taunting him, she was still enticing, in her way. Though he tried not to look at her cock. It just kept getting bigger. Rosie stood with her hands on her hips, slowly swaying from side to side, bust, balls, and shaft swinging with the movement.

“Following me all the way down like that, what did you really expect? That we'd be friends? Maybe I'd be your girlfriend. God, that's pathetic. You're nowhere near my level. Here, I'll prove it."

She reached out, cupping him under the chin. He tried to turn away at first, but it was useless. Her will was too strong, compelling him to turn his attention towards her, to meet her eyes, and to prepare himself to meet her muzzle when she came at him with her fangs out. It wasn't a bite, but rather a deep, warm kiss. It might have been comforting in other circumstances, but he found himself trembling all throughout the faux tenderness, knowing something was surely coming, and he was right.

He'd glimpsed the full length of her tongue for a moment, but he got an intimate demonstration when Rosemary thrust it forth and jammed it straight down his throat. She wasn't gentle. He choked on it, rattling in those loose-fitting chains while she roughly made out with him. It was more than just a deep tasting. She was rooting around within him, intruding, exploring, and in time she found what she was looking for. Her tongue latched on and began to drain it from within him, drinking from his very essence.

At first he thought she was consuming his soul, but that was the work of hellspawn. Instead, she seemed to feast upon his very competence, eating away at his skills, his training, his experience, such as it was at least. The longer she kissed him, sapping his strength with her tongue, the less of an adventurer he felt. Those few spells he knew vanished from his mind as if he'd never learned them. He felt heavy and clumsy even if his feet weren't touching the ground. Where before he'd managed to rattle his chains effectively, he felt like he could barely even struggle by the time she finally pulled back, sliding her tongue up and out of his gullet and leaving him gasping and sputtering alike.

“Mmmm. Delicious experience. A lot less for you, a little more for me. Shame there isn't much to take. Breaking you down would have been a lot more fun if you were good at anything."

She flashed her grin, standing in front of him, slowly stroking her dick until there was a steady [i]splurt[/i] of juices from the blunt tip. Andree could hear her leaking her lust.

“Not even going to fight? That's so adorable. If a little disappointing. I hope you at least scream good."

Rather than unbind his chains herself, she simply snapped her fingers and they released him. Andree plummeted down to the floor, and he heard her snort-laughing at him when he fell right on his face. It hurt. Whatever she'd done to him, it left him barely in control of his body, like he'd been swapped into it by a wizard's mixup, learning how to use his limbs. He barely managed to rise to his hands and knees before she stepped on him, slamming him down flat all over again. He thought he heard something go [i]crunch[/i] under the force of her paw.

For a time, she simply held him there, demonstrating how easy it was for her. When she tired of that, she put her second foot on him and stood tall on his spine. This time he was sure he heard the [i]crack[/i] of a rib utterly splintering under her weight. It might have been modest, but he felt so weak, so squishy and vulnerable, as if a single light blow would have been enough to kill him. Instead, he was left writhing on the hard, cold floor of the nightmare void, telling himself it wasn't real. Maybe Senka was using her against him. Maybe it wasn't really [i]her[/i] tormenting him and snickering about it, and she could still save him.

When she released him, he found himself attempting to crawl away, to nowhere in particular. Just [i]away[/i]. There was no exit, no escape, but he felt the need to try anyway. That got cut short by the slam of Rosemary's foot into the side of his head. She kicked him with her claws, digging those into his flesh along with the skull-rattling impact. It hit him hard enough he flopped over onto his side, then his back, left staring up at her as she snarled down, voice full of contempt and malice.

“[i]Did I say you could fucking move?[/i]"

Looking into her eyes then, he saw no trace of the fox he thought she'd been. She was something of pure evil, and he was little more than a plaything to her. He was as helpless as a mortal before a goddess, whether or not she was on that level. She stood over him, leaving him shielding his face. Her snarl faded into a cruel smile again as she waited there, letting him anticipate what she was going to do, and wonder how to even attempt to defend himself. Then she dropped down hard, sitting on his chest, squeezing the air out of his lungs with her fine ass, shoving her nuts directly in his face.

It was a familiar sensation. Aside from the blunt impact of her butt on his cracked ribs, the suffocating feeling of being completely buried beneath a pair of extra plump vixen nuts left wasn't his first asphyxiation of the night - or whatever period of time he was present in. This time at least he could squirm. He had even less strength than usual to try to push her off of him, but he had to at least try. His arms were soon shaking with the effort, but worse was listening to her positively cackling at him.

“Yeah, mmmm, that's it. Wow, you're so strong! Almost there! I bet you can do it if you just believe! You're the hero, right?"

She rubbed it in by pressing her nuts down even more firmly over his face, until it felt like she was going to crush his head with the weight of those alone. Squeezing his skull between her thighs definitely wasn't helping. She smothered him until his arms dropped down flat on the floor, and only then did she let up. Rising, leaving her scent clinging to his face while he coughed and wheezed. All he could do was stare up at her, watching her nasty grin get wider and wider.

“Look at you. Already all broken down into pretty pieces. Those shiny eyes. So helpless. So snuffable." She knelt down, still looming over him, seemingly hovering slightly. “I'm gonna take you from the front, because I wanna watch all the stupid faces you make. If you cry for me I'm going to fucking cum so hard."

Her intentions were clear when she slapped her cock down on his belly. It was bigger than he could even think about taking. Yet she wasn't letting up. Maybe her fox magic or the dream logic of the whole place could make it work. Or maybe she'd use that to make it [i]worse[/i]. He faintly kicked when she snatched his ankles and wrenched them upwards like she was going to snap his legs right off. Nothing she did was gentle or caring. He was merely an object to her, and it was already making his eyes glisten a little, knowing how well he'd fallen for her whole act. Her dick throbbed at the sight of the very first tear forming at the corner of his eye.

Then it was time for him to scream. He'd been relatively passive about accepting what she wanted to do to him, knowing there was no hope of escape. Instinct won over when the pain really struck. She lined up her flared tip with his hole and started ramming forth, spreading him out beyond just stretching. Her cock started shredding him, tearing him apart, and she wasn't stopping. Such sheer, frightening force to drive inside of him meant his blood was mixing with her gushing precum to make things slicker for her passage.

His panicked, scrambling struggle to get away from her at all costs had him flailing about, even striking her, but none of it made her so much as flinch. Nothing was going to stop her. She drove forth, grinding, sliding back and forth, but mostly she just forced her cock inside his ass until his belly was bulging with it. He was straining not to sob already, watching that shape pumping back and forth in its guts, fucking him up from the inside. At least he probably didn't have to worry about permanent damage. It was just a dream, surely just a dream, he told to himself through tears and gasps as the cruel fox hollowed him out with her brutal spire of pitch black, flared, knotted, veiny vixen dick.

The more he suffered, the more he wailed and screamed, the harder she fucked him. He could see something truly vile lighting up in her eyes. She was getting pleasure from him, and most of it wasn't coming from sex. Making him hurt fed her evil soul in ways he couldn't pretend to understand. Her tails whipped about while she ruined his hole with lunging, driving thrusts, popping past the middle point with a snug [i]POP[/i] of medial ring, shredding a little more of him with every thrust. Andree swore she was going to run out of things to ruin, but she kept on going, until he could taste blood.

She raped him until he felt the ominous tap of her massively engorged knot against his ass. Surely it was impossible for her to fit that inside. He'd thought that about her cock itself, and she was nearly balls deep in his screaming, struggling form, but that was different. Watching her with horror, shaking with the effort not to break down entirely, knowing how much she'd love that, his claws slipped in the blood she was milking from him with her casual yet brutal pace. Every thrust brought another [i]thump[/i] of knot against his backside, until she stopped fucking to just grind it against him, and let him feel its heavy, threatening throbs.

“I could kill you right now, with this big fat thing ..." She jabbed a few more times, bumping his wrecked ring with it. “It's so hard to decide when I have [i]so[/i] many ideas."

Eventually, she shrugged her shoulders. Her pace slowed, and the bloodlust seemed to drain from her eyes. She looked bored, before all else. For all his spasms, all his screams of pain and silent tears while she fucked a hole in his internals, he didn't even make her cum. Somehow what was even worse. He didn't know it could be worse. And when she started wrenching back, harshly, violently dragging her dick right back out of his ruined body, leaving absolute destruction in her wake, his continued struggles did nothing to stop her. He wailed as she pulled out, leaving him dripping, bleeding, shaking on the floor, convulsing in pain, wishing she'd just end it, and yet even so her simple words filled him with dread.

“Nevermind. Now I know what I wanna do."

The sounds her tails made as they swished and whipped about, rubbing and intertwining with one another yet never getting tangled might have been pleasant in other circumstances. She would have looked elegant if she wasn't standing above him with her stiff cock almost completely painted in his blood. The glow of her eyes had spread to other parts of her by then, shining through her fur and the thick veins of her cock, as if she could barely contain the wicked energy within her. Andree managed to admire her for a few moments more before she swept him up in her many tails.

They were flexible and strong, almost more like fluffy tentacles the way they so easily dragged him from where he lay bleeding on the floor and suspended him, all stretched out in their grasp. It was like being tortured on a rack, the way she was pulling his joints loose, popping things out of place with the sheer gripping strength of her many tails. The soft fur brushing against his body gave him no comfort. Nothing could have when she was treating him like that. She was laughing with such delight while she toyed with him, indelicately snorting as if his torment was the most hilarious thing she'd ever seen.

Andree was relatively flexible, but not enough to keep up with her sadistic whims. She got a tail around each of his legs and started to pull them apart, wider and wider as she lowered him back onto that gut-wrecking cock. He'd already been fighting with what remained of his strength, but he found some secret reserve of energy when she prodded between his cheeks once more. He couldn't take that pain anymore. Not after all the damage she'd done to him internally. Yet those wounds were left to endure the grinding of the horny vixen when she forced her dick inside him all over again, letting every scream and quiver milk a little more of her precum out of her.

When she loosened her grip on him, he dropped down on that knot all the harder. It thumped against his ass, spanking both cheeks at once with its massive size. She pressed hard, grinding it on his hole, ruining him a little more with every second of pressure. Rosemary [i]insisted[/i]. She clearly didn't care if it killed him. Maybe that was the point. Andree fought against it as best he could, grasping at the air until she looped up his arms in her tails and bent them back at an unnatural angle. Another one served to slowly choke him out, releasing when his head started to spin so he could scream-gasp for her again, wracked with agony, shaking all over, feeling that enormous bulb somehow inching past what remained of his resistance.

To really get it in, she needed as much room as possible, so she tugged his legs even wider. It was something beyond just the splits, forcing him to offer himself up to her even if it nearly tore him in two. He was little more than a wishbone in her clutches, and he could feel himself coming apart at the seams. When his legs couldn't take it anymore, they began to snap and twist, looking more and more unnatural. The mangled sergal screamed for mercy and received none, choking on a tail that eventually stuffed his open mouth like a gag, leaving him to drool and sob into the fox's fur as she finally finished him off.

That knot sank deep inside of him, wedging itself into his broken backside. Andree felt something break inside, something physical and mental alike. His body began to slump. He was as good as dead, but there were still more moments to suffer through. Rosie bent him and wrapped his limbs around themselves, delighting in turning him into her little pretzel. Only once he was mangled and misshapen did she finally relent. Yet that was even worse for him when she wasn't supporting his weight by anything but his throat anymore. He dangled from that single tail, getting hanged and knotted all at once, breaking and hollowing out just in time for her to cum inside him.

He was still struggling when those ropes of thick seed hit, dousing his ruined insides in hot jizz that never seemed to stop. Rosemary just kept cumming in that poor sergal, letting him suffocate in her grasp. His panicked clenches and twitches kept her orgasm going all the longer. She didn't stop until his eyes started to roll back and the relief of suffocating to death yet again came over him. It still hurt, with a burning sensation that spread from his lungs to seemingly everywhere else in his body, but at least he was finally going to be free of her clutches. Andree felt Rosie give a few more spurts inside of him before she started pulling out, but he didn't feel the final [i]pop[/i] of her flare slipping free of his stuffed, broken hole. He was already drifting through the void, falling a little further down.

Even if his body had mended by the time he woke up again, Andree could still feel the lingering sting of all they'd done to him. He swore he still caught the scent of the fox's cum on him too, as if she'd painted him down when she was done fucking him to death. At least he had a moment's reprieve. He was in a dark puzzle chamber once more. This time, he could see unnaturally white light streaming through barred windows. Offputting as it might have been, it still gave him enough illumination to navigate the room and look for an exist, but of course there was none. No doors, no cracks in the walls, and the windows were far too high up for him to even try to test the integrity of the bars.

There was another puzzle waiting for him in the middle of the room. He'd glimpsed it already, but chose to ignore it, as if that might delay his inevitable failure a little longer. That was when the floor started shaking beneath his paws. It didn't stop. Something thudded in the distance, and it was getting closer. It was big enough to shake the entire building, or whatever the nightmare structure he was trapped in might have been. The massive, amplified sound of Senka's humming hinted at the terror bearing down on him. He had a time limit, and it was already running out.

A pedestal revealed several arcane symbols inscribed upon a stone. They responded to his touch, stretching and spreading out, or morphing into other shapes. Squinting at them didn't help him figure out their meaning. Andree swore he had once known how to read sigils like those. He'd learned it somewhere, but it was all gone, kissed out of his body by the vixen. Curling his fingers into his palms in frustration, mind racing, foot tapping on the floor, he tried his best to concentrate. That knowledge had been [i]there[/i], he knew it by heart, but it belonged to Rosie now.

The steady thumping of those enormous footsteps didn't help his focus. Everything was shaking. Dust and rubble fell from the ceiling when she got close enough. Her song shook his bones. Her feet nearly knocked him off his own when those thuds were close enough. They were so very close, and yet he couldn't recall a damn thing to decipher the meaning of those symbols. With so little time left, he began to tap them all at random, hoping the brute force the puzzle through sheer luck and desperation. For a few moments, it even seemed to work. Everything went quiet. She ceased her approach. But it was only because she had already arrived.

The burst of light that came with the walls opening up left Andree recoiling and shielding his face. Cracks formed all throughout the room, revealing more and more of that stark white. Senka towered above, effortlessly ripping the roof off the entire structure. She stood a dozen stories tall, regarding Andree from above, framed by a swirling nightmare of colour that was the eldritch sky. There had never been any freedom to earn. He was in her realm, and she controlled everything around him. The best the sergal could manage was cowering before the dark goddess and hope she felt some shred of mercy after he'd already been through so much.

“Oh dear, Andree. I made it easy for you. You could have solved that one. There was time enough even for just you."

Her eternal smile offered no warmth, a permanent slash upon her face. She reached down for him. He tried to flee, scrambling, tripping over himself, stumbling across the room with nowhere to go, but it only delayed the inevitable. Soon he found himself swept up in her grasp, clutched between her fingers. She was gentle for the moment, but even being brought to the height of her face was staggering, leaving him glancing back with fear when he wasn't simply lost in the haunting glow of her eyes.

“I hoped for at least a party of four. You are a meagre morsel, but you will have to do. Perhaps a few more of your deaths will satisfy me."

Watching her drag her tongue along her teeth made him crawl back in her palm, leaning against her fingers, fully aware that the slightest movement would have sent him painfully plummeting to the floor below. She wanted him more intimately than that. Keeping him balanced there, with nowhere to go, nowhere to jump to, she brought her hand closer and closer to her jaws. Her longest fangs were as big as his entire body. He started into the depths of her throat, where the light came from, and wondered if it would have been worse to go down whole. What horrors awaited him in the depths of the living nightmare's stomach?

Her tongue slithered out towards him, twisting and arcing in ways more alive than he was. It eventually slipped underneath his trembling body, scooping him up then binding him to drag him into the warmth of Senka's open mouth. Andree found himself bathed in her saliva in an instant. It wasn't unlike the slime that coated her body, clinging to his every detail, leaving him slipping and slopping about until she pushed him over to one side, trapping him between two rows of her teeth. Their points needled into his skin, holding him there, building up more and more pressure, but she took her time. Andree knew what was coming, but he murmured out his plea nonetheless.

“No ..."

Senka responded without moving her mouth, voice echoing up from within the pulsing confines of her glowing throat.

“Mmhmm."

There was no more sweet talk, no more of her faux kindness. Senka simply crunched into him. Andree felt everything. He felt those fangs lancing through his body, shredding flesh and crunching bone, but it was far from fatal. She knew precisely where to bite, withdrawing her fangs and passing him from tooth to tooth with her tongue to take another bite, and another. Senka took her time chewing on him, slowly squeezing him dry of blood, letting it collect on her tongue and run rivers down her throat. Andree had a good view of everything that was happening to him within that glowing maw. The ability to scream had been chomped out of him on the very first bite, and so he rasped and wheezed. His involuntary dying convulsions were going to have to serve as his struggles.

Every wet, sick sound came accompanied by Senka's satisfied [i]mmmm[/i] vibrating all around his mangled body. She munched on him like he was nothing more than a common snack, smashing non-vital bits of him to tiny pieces, shredding him more and more. Her gnawing took off his limbs one by one and slowly caved in his chest cavity. He knew she had the strength to end it in a single bite, but she drew it all out, applying those fangs with care to make sure he was still twitching until the very last long, slow chomp.

[i]Crnnnnnnnnch[/i] ....

Andree heard it all, down to the enormous [i]SPLISH[/i] of his damaged body simply erupting under the pressure. He popped between her fangs and painted her maw with gore. Some part of him remained aware enough to feel her gulping down the ruined mush that had been his body, to know he was sliding down her throat, descending, silently screaming, until it all flashed away and reset to leave him sprawled out on the floor once more. It took him some time to even roll over and look up at the giant monster standing over him. He struggled to his feet as Senka leaned down to speak to him, jaws still dripping his blood like nightmare rain upon him.

“That's one. If you were a party, you'd be down a member. But don't fret. If you work together, you'll overcome the second phase."

All he could do was rise and prepare himself for however she intended to kill him next. When he saw one of her feet rising up above him, all sleek and shiny, three dark claws catching the glimmer of the horrific light, he did his best to dodge. And to his credit, he got out of the way of the first blow when she stomped down where he used to be, soles smacking slickly to the floor, leaving a puddle of her slime. The shockwave of the impact knocked him off his feet, leaving him to tumble and flail, injuring himself in the fall. The pain felt minor after all he'd been through. Maybe that was the bright side of his enduring torment. But there wasn't much relief to be had when she so swiftly turned a heel and aimed a kick at his prone form.

It hit him hard enough that he swore he was simply going to splatter against the wall, to be nothing more than paste. Instead, he hit what remained of that solid surface with a crunch that resonated down his spine. Slumping down, stunned, head throbbing with what felt like a cracked skull or worse, he bled from the nose as he crawled his way away from the monster. She lifted that foot again. He lacked both the coordination and the reflexes to avoid it that time, leaving him getting smashed down flat to the floor under the mighty weight of that great stomp. Her soles squished around his entire form, mashing him perfectly flat, sending a crunch through seemingly every bone in his body at once, but once again the damage was less than it initially thought. She was taking her time with him once more.

Slowly lifting that foot, with a sergal still stuck to it, slowly peeling off to plummet back down to the unforgiving ground, she let him sprawl there for a few more seconds. Then she stomped again. Andree choked on the blood getting forced out of his throat by the pressure, body caving in flatter and flatter, eyes bulging, spine bent. He couldn't walk. Everything below his waist was numb. Andree remained where he was, half flattened, in a crater the shape of Senka's massive foot, awaiting the deathblow.

First she stepped on him ever so lightly again, until his ribs faltered and shattered under the slowly mounting pressure. He bathed in her slime, mixing with his blood as he got squeezed flat, but there was still a little of him left. Only when she stepped again, squeezing his skull between two wrinkles of her scrunched foot, ever so slowly adding more and more massive weight to what was left of him did his release come once more. She pressed down until his skull popped, a mere grape beneath her enormity. Senka held her foot there a little longer, on the pulp that had been Andree. Then she began to smash what remained of him down until he was little more than a stain upon the floor, a smear of blood with a few small flecks of fur the only remnant of his physical form, until she forced him to live for her again.

This time, he merely sat when he awoke, too frightened to gaze up at the bloodstained beauty who stood as a monolith of glistening curves above him. There was nothing she could do to him that he could resist, nothing that could have convinced him he had a chance. He didn't even react much when Senka leaned all the way down to his level, bending over just to stroke him with an outstretched claw.

“Aww, honey. Is somebody all tuckered out? You haven't even the end yet. Few ever make it this far, not even the mightiest of parties. They all end up smashed or devoured no matter how hard they fight. A shame, truly. Look how much fun it could be!"

Andree resisted looking for as long as he could. He knew it was going to make no different to his fate if he simply slumped down and gave up. Yet his curiosity was overpowering. He peeked. The sky had overtaken most of his surroundings by then. He floated in a void, suspended on a series of platforms arranged all around Senka's bust, slowly hovering up and down. The nightmare was positively beaming at him. It was the most horrible part of it all.

Slipping and falling from that platform promised a plunge into the unknown depths below. Maybe he would have ended up falling forever. It might have been preferable to whatever she had planned for him, and yet despite the horror, the pain, the despair, and everything else, he couldn't quite bring himself to simply give up. He'd play her game, no matter how hopeless it was. Slowly, weakly, he stood, and prepared to fight, or at least dodge one or two of her blows before inevitably succumbing to defeat.

There were so many things to dodge. She gave him ample warning before bringing a clawed hand down on the platform he was standing on. He still felt slower and less nimble than usual after Rosie had drained him. The jump was almost too far for him. Tossing himself to a neighbouring platform and scrambling up the edge, he was at least in a good position for one of her tentacles to whip right above his head. He felt the mist of slime wash over him along with the gust of air that came with that forceful lash. Senka was softly laughing to herself, delighting in her game, watching Andree squirm and struggle just to stand.

This time there were two attacks to avoid at once. He ducked her claws, thinking about how quick a death being simply bisected would have been. Maybe he regretted it, but it was too late. The platform beneath him was crumbling, and he only just managed to jump before it collapsed. He didn't make it. His weak leap left him just short of safety, and he began to fall. For all his hopelessness, he still screamed at the feeling of falling so swiftly, into such a vast, eldritch infinity.

Senka caught him before he could escape her. His momentum came to a sudden, lurching halt when she grabbed him out of the air and brought him up to her grinning jaws once more. He could still see the blood dripping from her teeth. She licked along her fangs, and then extended that tongue once more, wrapping him up, dragging him in, snatching him up until he was immersed in her thick saliva once more. He flinched away from her teeth while he dwelt on her tongue, soaking in her juices, letting her steal all his flavour. The memory of how much those hurt mashing up his body was still fresh in his mind.

Yet for as much as he dreaded experiencing all that pain all over again, getting swallowed whole was so much worse. He yelped as she pushed him to the back of her throat, letting him sink smoothly into a deep, velvety gullet that hugged so tightly around his face he wasn't sure how she was supposed to breathe. She probably didn't have to. Senka nearly crushed him with the mere act of swallowing him, squeezing all the air out of him as he descended down that fleshy tunnel. There was a light at the end, and all around him too. It wasn't dark where he was going.

After a long, suffocating slide down her throat, Senka allowed the sergal to finally descend into her stomach. He saw everything. It was all bathed in a gloomy white glow, but he hardly missed a detail. The chamber was as empty as the void of the nightmare itself. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to escape, and no sign of activity. It didn't even rumble around him, remaining ominously dormant. Maybe he was going to be spared the misery of being digested alive by an eldritch horror. Though being trapped down inside of her forever didn't sound much better.

Eventually there came the [i]schlick[/i] of something moving. It didn't sound like digestion. It was something else, something moving down there within that great, empty prison of eldritch flesh. Andree swivelled his head when he sensed movement out of the corner of his eyes, but he didn't see the tentacles coming until they were all over him. Of course they weren't restricted to the outside of her body. Senka could do anything she willed, and right then her will was to wrap him up and stretch him out with a dozen of those slimy, flexible, and powerful appendages.

Andree gave a stifled choke when he felt one of them creeping around his throat. He hadn't forgotten what those many vixen tails had done to him. Tugging against the grip she had on him, he bathed in the terrible glow and struggled until he felt his body started to break. The snapping sounds echoed off the flesh of Senka's stomach when she began to break him. She bent him, she twisted him in all manner of unnatural directions, but her lust for violence and suffering required more than just a whimpering sergal with a few dislocated joints. She began to tear.

Those tentacles had such strength, such force to them. When they tugged his limbs in four directions at once, his mortal flesh stood no chance. Such shrieks he let loose in her depths, watching his blood glowing as it poured from where his arms and legs used to be. She ripped them all off at once in a stunning display of gore, and she didn't stop there. He was still screaming by the time she got several loops around his waist and chest, tugging, rapidly ripping his torso in half. Her entire giant form was shuddering with pleasure when she bisected what was left of him, leaving him to bleed out at the bottom of her belly.

The walls had a strange tug to them, slowly slurping up what was left of him, absorbing him directly rather than in any natural sort of way. He was still food to her, torn apart and ruined, slowly succumbing to the darkness that came in the aftermath of that unfathomable pain. Andree choked a few more times and then gave a dying sigh, only to find himself awakened once more in the very same chamber. He stumbled and fell to his knees, watching his own blood getting slowly slurped away into the nightmare's stomach walls, and then those tentacles came for him again.

This time they got him by the throat, lifting him off his feet, leaving him to dangle and choke. Clawing at it did nothing, of course. He managed to kick his legs for a few seconds before she snatched those too. Again he found himself all stretched out, spine cracking, hips popping, but the most damage was on his neck. She curled that tentacle under his long muzzle and kept tugging until he felt his flesh tear. At least that death was almost pleasant, in comparison. His body went so numb it was the closest thing to bliss he'd felt in so very long. A deep, wet [i]scrrrrrrrnch[/i] and she ripped his head off, holding it just right to let him watch his body fall.

It was quickly consumed, torn apart by her many tentacles as if being feasted upon by a swarm of eels. Andree watched it all, at least until the blood dripping from his head was too much and his eyes rolled back to let him die and be reborn again just as the last remnants of his corpse were devoured. He stumbled left and right, reaching for the walls for just a moment to brace himself, but he didn't get a breather. Not even a breath. The tentacles were upon him again, dragging him down, pinching and tearing at him piece by piece. He could hear them gulping down little chunks of him like they were each alive.

Each of them took such tiny bites, but never enough to prove fatal. Andree was left to gurgle when he tried to scream, his nerves all alight at once from what felt like a thousand nibbling bites. Senka let the swarm devour him down to the bones, and even those weren't spared. They crunched when those tentacles tore at them, breaking to splinters, and Andree felt that too. It was all the worse when they went for his face, digging into his features, puncturing deep into his skull, slurping out his very mind. There wasn't much left of it by that point anyway.

When he was at the peak of pain, when he was experiencing agony beyond anything he had ever felt possible, it came to a sudden, startling stop. A blink was all it took. He found himself shaking, rolling back and forth, smacking at a hundred mouths that weren't there anymore. Then he was checking himself for wounds that didn't exist. Already, that pain was fading into memory, blurring as if it had been nothing more than a dream. He wasn't alone. A cautious glance to the side revealed the nightmare herself, sighing and rubbing her tummy, looking heavier than before.

“Mmmmm. Such suffering, such terror, such a [i]feast[/i]." Senka spoke as if she was trying not to drool, licking her chops along with a little moan. “You've been such a good boy, Andree. You fed me so well. I want to give you a gift for your tribute."

Andree's first reaction to hearing that was to curl up and shield himself. Any gift she had for him, he didn't want. Yet the more he listened to her voice, the more he felt that fear fading away. It had been so cruel and malicious in his dream. Yet it was different now. The aggression was gone, in favour of satisfied softness. Though the sound of Rosemary's barely restrained snickering nearby didn't do much to calm him.

A tentacle wrapped around his waist slowly drew him in until he was in her embrace once more. She hugged him to her chest and let him feel the extra heft to her tits and belly alike. She'd devoured him, or perhaps she'd simply eaten everything he felt all through that nightmare. It felt distant then. He could forgive her, once he was finally awake. Having her smooth hands rubbing him all over had a way of making him calm down and forget all about everything he'd done to him. It felt so good to be admired, especially when her groping helped to highlight what she was giving him.

“You make such a good boy. But I want to make one small change. Does that feel good, Andree?"

A [i]schlopping[/i] tentacle slithered down his trim belly, to explore between his thighs, teasing and tantalizing something so very new, and so very sensitive. The nightmare had taken something from him, but given him something better suited for toying with. A fresh, soft new pussy was her gift to him, in place of his cock. It was sensitive to the point of overstimulation from the slightest touch. And a single slimy stroke left the sergal aching, clenching up, soaking wet with the need for pleasure. After all the pain, he deserved something nice, and Senka was generous enough to provide.

For all the screaming he'd done in the nightmare, Andree's moans were even sharper when that tentacle began to spread him open and carefully, patiently test his sensitivity. By the shrieks of absolute pleasure Andree gave, the sergal approved of every touch. Senka kept her arms wrapped around her good boy while she slowly penetrated that sopping cunt, filling it up with her juices in an instant, leaving Andree kicking his legs and wiggling in the mommy nightmare's lap, singing a song of pleasure. The leering grin of the vixen didn't even distract him much.

“That's it. Moan for mommy. Doesn't that feel good? You've earned this."

Deeper and deeper Senka went, sighing, humming to her prize, giving all her thanks in the form of a gentle, careful internal massage with that infinitely flexible tentacle. She spoke softly, leaving her words more felt than heard.

“Don't worry about your nightmares, Andree. You gave me what I needed. That's all over now. Everything you're feeling is real. This one counts."

That was comforting, if peculiar. Andree faintly wondered why she'd chosen to phrase it that way, but he couldn't care. He was already nearing his edge, already trembling towards a peak unlike anything he'd ever felt. Feeling a pussy on the edge of cumming, feeling inches away from squirting himself silly with a whole new orgasmic experience, he was moaning for mama Senka, kicking his paws in the air, bouncing up and down, clenching, dripping, whimpering. Nothing could ruin it, nothing could keep him from the ecstasy he needed, the release that would make it all better, make it all go away.

[i]SHICK[/i]

That was the sound of a smooth, comfortable tentacle turning suddenly sharp. Spikes sprang up from that wriggling thing to embed deeply into Andree's inner flesh. The sergal didn't immediately react. He came anyway. Only in those convulsions of pleasure and pain did the true extent of all that damage make itself known to him. Shaking around in Senka's grasp made those wounds all the deeper, shredding his new sex, ruining him with every uncontrollable contraction, until the ecstasy was drowned out by the ripe agony flooding his senses. Such a good, new, pristine cunt, and it was already getting wrecked by the nightmare's cruelty.

“Delicious, succulent suffering. Your dream-screams fed me so well, Andree. Won't you let me have a little more? A taste of your true misery? Mmmm, oh, you make me feel so [i]wonderful![/i]"

When even the horror herself was nearly screaming in pleasure, Andree knew she wasn't going to stop. There was too much torture to enjoy, too many sergal screams to soak in. More than a simple in and out motion, she started [i]fucking[/i] that pussy, Raking those spikes back and forth, she drilled into Andree and wrenched back out, letting blood and flesh spill from those puffy lips. Every thrust ruined Andree a little more, and spikes weren't the only trick Senka had in mind.

From those individual points, she morphed her tentacle to something more like a pointed spear. Long, deep lacerations sliced through Andree's innards again and again, leaving him convulsing in what had been a welcoming grasp as he got chopped up inside like he was nothing more than a slab of meat. Each wound was painful enough Andree was certain he was dying, and yet his body held on, bleeding profusely from his pussy lips, getting utterly hollowed out like he was simply an apple to be cored.

The spiral patterns of a screw were even more effective at utterly destroying his most sensitive flesh. Senka drilled directly into the sergal's new womb, puncturing it, ruining it forever, scrambling it into a slurry of gore. Just when Andree thought the pain would prove too much and he'd simply go numb, it returned again, as intense as ever, leaving him sobbing and sputtering, choking when he wasn't simply wailing. Senka slowly unscrewed her tentacle from what had been a pretty pussy, leaving more than a gaping wound, letting the sergal slump down and bleed on the floor of her hidden chamber, far beneath the city, where no one could hear Andree scream.

“Remember what I told you. This one's for real." Senka smiled down at her victim, leaving the sergal slowly bleeding out, but unable to die. Then she raised her head to speak to the vixen. “This one has given me all I need. I shall leave him to you. Do what you wish."

“Oh, I know [i]exactly[/i] what I wish. Hope you haven't ruined that hole too much." Rosemary approached, tails fluttering, reaching out for the sergal.

She didn't even need to grab her prey. Andree found himself floating up into the grasp of the evil vixen, the one who had deceived him and delivered him to the nightmare to be destroyed. The present pain mingled with the memory of the nightmare flooding back. It might have been a dream, but Andree knew it had all been real. At least he was finally going to die. Presumably, anyway. He dangled there in the clutches of the fox, crimson pouring down his dangling legs, watching Rosie's cock rising up to that stiff, impossible size once more.

Then he was falling. The vixen simply tossed him like he was nothing, following the sergal to the ground to pounce on top of him. A few wet smacks with that fat, flared cock left splashes of juices over the sergal's fur. She smacked and clubbed Andree with it a few times, shaking with cruel laughter, never seeming to blink as she stared down at her victim with madness in her eyes. There was nothing she enjoyed more than hurting someone who didn't deserve it. That much was obvious even in Andree's tormented, bleeding, slowly dying state.

“Yes ... [i]yesssss[/i] ... gonna cry? Gonna cry for me? Come on, I know you've still got a little left in you ... “

She was gnashing her teeth, even outright drooling on the sergal as she mounted Andree. Pinning her prey down and rubbing her shaft back and forth over that wound of a pussy got Rosemary so excited she was shaking. Such unimaginable cruelty sustained her in some sense, and Andree was nothing more than another victim. When she started shoving inside, opening all those inner wounds all the more deeply, squeezing blood from that wrecked hole, she hissed through her fangs and throbbed within the body of the sergal, watching that enormous bulge travel deeper and deeper.

This time, she wasn't stopping. She just kept shoving it all inside, jamming deeper and deeper, ripping, tearing her way through towards Andree's heart. The sergal's pulse slowed the more he bled out, the more of his internals were ripped open, spread out around that massive spire of solid, pouncing hybrid cock. It didn't take long for Rosie to go knot-deep inside Andree. She didn't even have to force it in much this time. Raising up her hips and many tails, she lunged forth and jammed that bulb inside what was left of Andree's pussy, only to rip it right back again. And repeat.

Knot-fucking the half-dead sergal, she got a few shudders and shaky sobs from what remained of Andree's mind. Every time the sergal made one of those pathetic sounds, or reached up to meekly push at the evil spirit raping him to death, he felt another throb of that cock. Rosemary was pouring all her precum inside that poor boy even as she punched her flared tip up near the sergal's lungs. The force of her thrusts were grinding Andree's hips to dust, slamming down with those nuts so hard there was little left of the sergal's legs. The numbness was spreading, but the pain never fully went away.

The vixen was hardly even fucking Andree's cunt anymore. She'd just impaled the sergal's entire body, leaving Andree to outright choke on the juices that reached his throat. His heart was slowing. His lungs couldn't fully inflate anymore. He knew the end was near. And he got one last look into the magenta stare of the fox he'd trusted before he died. There was no mercy there. No regret, no care, nothing but the sadistic glee of snuffing someone out in the most brutal way imaginable.

Fuck fuck fuck, she thrust and humped until the sergal's body finally hit a limit. Andree felt it all down to the last detail when he split in half down the middle, spine coming apart, body tearing, organs bursting. He erupted, he burst, he squished under the monstrous force of the fox fucking him into pieces. That cock crushed his heart mid-orgasm, soaking Andree's dying moments in thick, hot vixen jizz pouring from a plump, knotted horsecock. Andree was left to fade from the mortal plane knowing just how hard he just made that evil fox cum, gurgling one last attempt at a word before all life drained from the ruined mush that was his body.

If he hoped for release, for an afterlife, or simply for the release of the void, he wasn't going to find it. Balls-deep in gore, Rosemary's ravenous gnashing didn't cease. She snatched and grasped at the energies pouring from Andree's corpse, grabbing up what remained of his consciousness, his essence, his soul, and stuffed it into her maw like a drooling glutton. Gulp, gulp, gulp. Andree's last chance at escaping his torment vanished down Rosemary's gullet. His anguish and fear had sustained the nightmare, leaving Senka still stroking her stomach, and his eternal self was going to end up on the hips of the murderous vixen.

At least it was over. In some sense. Some lingering semblance of sensation kept Andree aware, kept him conscious on some level, knowing he'd been claimed by the fox he once thought a friend. The memory of the pain remained, but the suffering itself was over. There was only the trace of essence that used to be a hapless sergal, buried deep in the void, making Rosie jiggle just a little more as she slowly licked the blood off her body. Together with the living nightmare, they basked in the aftermath of what had been a modest feast for them, letting the corruption spread beneath the city and the world beyond.