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Negotiation wasn’t Mahiri’s strongest suit. She was more likely to be the one operating in the background while someone did the talking, whether it meant slipping into a private room unnoticed or just pinching something valuable as subtly as breathing. Her penchant for thievery had landed her in the gang’s good graces as much as it had given her a little trouble with the boss. Mahiri never heard it directly from the oryx she came to work for, but she knew it was time to cool it and stop her little side hustle when she found herself assigned a task that was well outside of her usual specialty. It felt like a test to ensure she was still loyal. Or, she thought when she actually got a look at the woman she was going to be dealing with, a punishment.

Nothing about Yvnyl displeased her to look at. It was just her size, her intensity, and the obvious lusty looks she was giving the leopardess the whole time through their conversation that made Mahiri cautious. The black dragoness towered over the cat, and Mahiri was far from short. Yvnyl appeared almost too big to even exist at times, and sitting in an office where every desk and chair was oversized to fit the reptile’s massive frame had a way of making Mahiri feel ever so tiny, as if she’d been suddenly shrunken down or stepped into a world of giants. Nothing there was made for her, and she all but vanished into a couch cushion while she sat there reading out the lengthy terms of an upcoming deal.

If big boss Dairinn was working with her, then surely Yvnyl could be trusted. Yet the whole time, Mahiri got the sense the dragon wasn’t even listening to her. Yvnyl sat across from the bored cat with her tail faintly twitching where it rested on the floor, tongue occasionally passing over those lips with a brief flash of teeth, occasionally nodding or giving an [i]mmhmm[/i] or two. Only out of loyalty to her boss did Mahiri carry on with the charade for so long, but she had to give it up eventually when she felt herself being groped by Yvnyl’s gaze for long enough.

“Okay, are we done here? I know this top makes my tits look great, but that’s just how I dress.”

“I appreciate you playing dumb,” the dragoness said, her tone low, a smirk creeping across her features. “Unless you really haven’t caught on yet.”

Mahiri narrowed her eyes. She sized up the dragoness once more, as if just to confirm that was an opponent she definitely couldn’t fight. A quick flit of her gaze towards the door made her consider it for a moment. Leaping up and sprinting from the scene wasn’t the most dignified of options, but she wasn’t going to rule it out if Yvnyl meant her harm. It didn’t seem that way. There was a spark of something in the dragon’s eyes, but it was much more consistent with Yvnyl’s tenting skirt rather than any sort of direct malice. Mahiri had to admit she was curious to see what such a big woman was packing.

Between those stocking-clad legs, beneath a shiny green skirt that was far too short for someone of Yvnyl’s girth, rose an imposingly thick hybrid cock with all the features a leopard could ever need. Mahiri’s expression morphed from skeptical and cautious to undeniably impressed at the sight of that flared, knotted, veiny shaft firming up so readily for her, at the mere suggestion. It was as if her attention alone was stroking it to full, until it stood up so tall and hefty Mahiri really had no idea what she was supposed to do with it. Yvnyl was a giant, with a dick to match. As ludicrous as the whole thing was, the cat was starting to think her punishment wasn’t as harsh as she might have thought.

It was making her stiff too, at the very least. Given her penchant for tight leather when she was working on gang business, nothing about that bulge was subtle. She couldn’t compare to Yvnyl, of course. There wasn’t enough blood in her body for that. What she could do was make her whole outfit a little tighter with that mutual arousal, exchanging some looks back and forth, up and down with the flirty boss on the couch across from her. It was time to put away all the bland script and stop talking business when there was pleasure to be had.

“Alright. Fine. Looks like it’s up to me to sweeten the deal. I’m not going to hate this.” Mahiri offered a flirty rumble despite her teasing. “Where should I start, [i]boss?[/i]”

The leopard’s sarcasm didn’t shake Yvnyl. Few things likely did, at her size. She gave a long look with those emerald eyes - rather like Mahiri’s own in colour - and smacked her lips.

“Start at my feet.”

The leopard sighed at the sight of the dragoness curling her bright-clawed toes and lifting her feet to give a glimpse of their grey soles. The size difference was such that she pretty much had to do anything Yvnyl said, but that didn’t mean she was without her grumbles as she moved from her seat to take position kneeling before her temporary new boss. Yvnyl really soaked it all in, looming above before stroking up along the leopard’s sides and arms with her toeclaws. As sharp as they were, used just right, they could make for the kind of scritch that got even big cats purring.

Yvnyl kept going until she could push one of those big, scaly feet right into Mahiri’s face. The leopard wasn’t about to recoil. She just let those dragon paws smush against her features, standing or at least kneeling her ground. When Yvnyl rubbed her heel against the cat’s lips enough times, Mahiri got the hint and extended her tongue so the dragoness could would all over it and brush the contours of her feet across that rough texture, to really feel the scrape of feline slurps cleaning all the spots between the smaller sole scales. The leopard got a thorough sample of the dragon’s flavour to go along with the scent pumping from that exposed cock and those massive nuts hanging between her legs. Huffing and slurping herself full of reptilian musk had a way of making her feel a little less grumpy.

Her hard work didn’t go unrewarded, either. While she was slathering up and tidying one juicy dragon paw, she got another pressing down on her bulge. Even through the leather and the lacy garment beneath, she could feel the texture pressing against her admittedly rigid shaft. Yvnyl slowly rolled her heel against the outline of the cat’s fat nuts while she gave her a generous footjob, grinding out the pleasure until Mahiri was soaking through her panties with the amount of precum she was producing. She even let a moan slip out between licks, one that immediately put a grin on Yvnyl’s face.

“See? I know you think you’re so slick and dangerous now that you’re working for Dai, but you can be a good kitty, if you want to be.” The dragoness didn’t so much as flinch when she got a growl in response to that. She just sat back all the more comfortable and pressed her foot all the more firmly against Mahiri’s tongue. “Don’t forget to lick between my toes, too. I can tell you already like the taste.”

Even with those ominous rumbles a constant thing, Mahiri couldn’t deny it was going to feel [i]good[/i] to really dig in and fill her senses with the musk she was truly starting to like. The constant rub against her cock helped encourage her. That outfit was starting to feel far too tight, suffocating even, but she ignored such discomfort for as long as it took her to wriggle her textured tongue between each and every one of the dragon’s toes, one by one, pressing in deep to get all the flavour free and clean those scales to a mirror sheen by the time she was done drooling all over them. By the time she pulled her tongue back into her mouth, she needed a moment to smooth over the fur around her muzzle and straighten her whiskers just to win back some semblance of her dignity.

“Mmmm. Such a good feline gift. I see why Dai sent you. Just make sure you don’t walk out of here with anything hidden in those pockets of yours. In fact, why don’t you strip yourself down for me right now? Just to be certain.” Yvnyl said once she was satisfied with the service.

Mahiri slowly rose, eager to comply for her own sake. She pointed a finger at the dragoness, who still towered over her even while sitting. “Fine. But you’re [i]not[/i] getting a dance.”

“What’s the matter? Not much of a dancer?”

The cat snorted. “Admittedly no. I had an instructor, but I ate her.”

“Mmm.” Yvnyl didn’t provide any sort of objection to that information. If anything, Mahiri was pretty sure she noticed the dragon’s cock flexing a little tighter, throbbing just a little harder at the casual mention. “No wonder you have such soft curves.”

She reached out as if to stroke them, but the leopard batted the hand away until she could get herself stripped down. “Patience. Let me peel myself out of these things. It’s always a bit of a process. And I take it you’ve probably gulped down a few of your underlings yourself, at your size, hm?”

“When the need arises. Rivals as well. Or anyone I particularly fancy. Like that friend of yours, Kogo was it? I honestly forget by this point.” She gave the leopard a long, deep look.

Mahiri focused on unzipping and pulling free of her clothing little by little, exposing the fluff of her cleavage, then her bare breasts beneath the top. She continued until she was half naked, though it was that bulge that needed freeing the most. Even just lightly pawing at it in the process of stripping down was making her flinch and [i]mrawl[/i] with lust. It carried into her otherwise steady voice.

“I figured. And do you have a type, when it comes to prey?”

“Spotted.” Yvnyl didn’t even hesitate.

“Uh huh.” Mahiri kept the nonchalance up, but her body language did change in the slightest. She was slightly more tense and lower to the ground while she got her pants off. It didn’t make her dick any softer to hear an answer like that. “Guess I better show you what these lips can do.”

“If you think your jaw can handle all this. How far can you stretch, spotty cat?”

Yvnyl pulled her skirt all the higher, just to make sure Mahiri could see every single inch of that cock, from the flexing, widening tip to the treetrunk base. There was no shame in admitting to herself that she was a little intimidated. Nonetheless, the newly naked leopard strode forth to reach out and grasp that monstrous thing. Simply holding it in both hands, feeling it throb until it was leaking a thick stream of thick precum that weaved its way down the details of those bulging veins inspired a certain sort of awe. It was big enough that she could press close, wrap her tits around it, and grind her entire body against it. Yet for as outclassed as she might have been, Mahiri wasn’t going to let herself be too intimidated to try to get her mouth around that fat, leaking thing, especially with Yvnyl’s expectant gaze on her the entire time.

The first lick gave her all the motivation she needed to keep going. She was already admittedly caught up in that taste. Getting more meant she started slurping, started sizing up her target until she had at least managed to get that blunt tip shining extra bright under the lights for all the spit she lent it. That was a good start, but she was nowhere near accomplishing her goal yet, a fact Yvnyl reminded her of with a little jab of her hips and a particularly urgent throb of need.

“If it’s too much for you, just let me know ...” she said, though her tone was far more teasing than it was understanding.

Such a challenge had a way of activating Mahiri. Just because she was bumping up against the wall of her limits didn’t mean she was going to let that stop her. Kissing the tip, making out with it by pushing her tongue right inside the sloppy slit, sucking down as much precum as she could swallow, she got that dragoness squirming a little. When she tried to push down and swallow even a little, she just found herself slipping off the tip. A few grunts of exertion came as she stretched her jaw wider and wider, trying to frame that flare between her lips and get it past her teeth. Just when she started easing it in ever so slightly, Yvnyl gave her a touch of encouragement.

“[i]HMMMGGLLLP![/i]” was the cat’s resulting cry when she got a gigantic hybrid cock forcefully jammed straight into her newly bulging throat.

Yvnyl didn’t remove her hand from the back of the leopard’s head. She kept it firmly in place while she fucked that constricting gullet, leaving the cat struggling and unable to pull back. What began as a startled, even panicked response soon turned instead to aggressively gulping and sucking, as if to match the dragon’s own aggression. She wasn’t about to be defeated that easily. Even if she could only get a quarter or so of that cock inside of her at once, she was going to give it as much pleasure as she could, sucking, slurping, slathering it up between deep, heavy gulps of all the juices shooting straight down into her belly. She was already starting to feel heavy.

Letting neither the capacity of her throat or belly slow her down, Mahiri got her hands and tits all over everything she couldn’t suck. Getting Yvnyl’s dick snug in her cleavage helped make that monster throb a little harder. Even more when she got her hands on that knot, gripping, squeezing, massaging it as generously as she did the flexing tip. The flare visibly bulged in her throat when Yvnyl pulsed hard enough, but that didn’t stop Mahiri from gulping around it all the same. The swell of that pretty white neckfur was giving Yvnyl ideas.

She still had her hands free to tend to and toy with the leopard all she liked. From shoving the back of the cat’s head, to just encouragingly stroking her hair, she then turned to the side slightly to reach for something just out of sight. Mahiri didn’t pay her any mind. She kept sucking, even without the force to keep her there, going as deep as she could possibly stand. Bending forth as if bowing to the great, giant dragoness gave Yvnyl exactly the opportunity she needed to click something into place.

“[i]GLK?[/i]” Despite Mahiri’s mouth being so full, it was somehow clearly a question, inspired by the feeling of something wrapped snug around her overstuffed throat.

“Don’t fuss. Focus,” Yvnyl said, patting the cat’s head. “It should be flexible enough you can keep going. And you look [i]so[/i] cute in it!”

The tag on the collar jingled with Mahiri’s every lunging suck. She didn’t let it slow her down. Feeling it flex and stretch with the bulge of dragon dick in her throat was its own sort of encouragement. Maybe she’d snap it in half if she sucked Yvnyl hard enough. Planting her hand instead on those fine thighs, just above the hem of the dragon’s stockings, she pushed herself an inch or two deeper, just to really prove herself. The sounds of [i]gllllking[/i] effort, of her sloppy straining against all that girth was the opposite of majestic, but her efforts were all about to pay off.

Starting off as a short, sharp grunt from the dragoness, it soon grew to a growling rumble in her chest when the pleasure built up enough. The kitty was doing a good job. The swell of pride was enough to make Mahiri do almost anything, no matter how slutty it was. She let Yvnyl tug her collar and shove her head down, even endured those greedy thrusts. Getting her face fucked and her throat pounded with nearly half that enormous cock all at once was enough to make someone weaker beg for mercy or pass right out. She kept going, kept swallowing, kept working her lips until they were nearly numb and her tongue was saturated with that musky taste, until she got what she wanted. She was about to get so much more of the rich dragon flavour she so enjoyed.

A smack on the back of Mahiri’s head and a greedy snatch of those long red locks helped Yvnyl wrench the cat into place for the big finish. She gave a proud roar of triumph that faded into groaning and huffing when she finally bottomed out. A heavy flex of her nuts, lifting up taut and smooth with all the pressure preceded her heavy, inundating, gushing orgasm straight down the leopard's throat. The first shot was enough to make that feline belly go immediately taut. The rest left her bloated, heavy, stretching around all that spunk while she dutifully swallowed without a single pause for breath.

The intensity of the moment made Yvnyl plunge just a little deeper, then deeper still. She forced herself inside the cat as deep as she could possibly go, slowly looping a thick thigh around Mahiri’s head to absolutely lock that leopard into place. Mahiri kept going for as long as she possibly could, hands slowly slipping down Yvnyl’s sides, body growing weak, mind going blank, just a vessel to be used and filled up with cum. She hardly had more than a twitch left in her by the time Yvnyl was done draining her balls in her gift, in her new pet.

A slow, slurking tug of hair and collar got the cat off that cock before it was too late. An eruption of cum from her mouth left her drooling and coughing throughout the gasping that resulted. She took some time to coarsely hack and choke until she could breath relatively normally again, albeit with a slight wheeze. It didn’t mean she wasn’t purring. Even with her muzzle slathered and her tits drenched in all the overflowing cum, she managed a distinctly feline grin.

“Well. Won’t be tasting anything else for a week or so,” she finally said, when she had the breath for it. A few smacks of her lips didn’t make the flavour imprinted on her senses go anywhere.

Yvnyl casually clipped a leash onto that collar while the cat knelt before her. Mahiri didn’t resist. A quick tug brought her close to those scaled balls she so effectively milked. She could outright hear them churning, giving little flexes and pumps as they refilled. For all the mess she made, Yvnyl was hardly any softer. Her cock drooped for a few moments before the sensation of soft feline pressed against her sack got her stiff again. A rising rumble in her chest almost like the cat’s own preceded her words.

“I think you can get a little more. Go ahead. One more kiss.”

A little jab of her hips and a firm grasp on that leash was all the suggestion she needed. The rest was on Mahiri. Looking it over, watching that knot swell seemingly even thicker, it was like she never even got Yvnyl off in the first place. The dragoness was harder than ever, with a grin on her face that was all fangs, all lecherous and devious. Whatever she was planning, Mahiri wasn’t in much of a position to stop it. She let herself slip down to lick the leaking slit, to help tidy up the cock she’d left coated in her saliva. Yvnyl’s free hand roamed. She ran her fingers and claws through the cat’s hair, she scratched that scalp, generally acting gentle, patient. It all came to an end when she spread her fingers and planted her palm right on the back of Mahiri’s head and gave a shove accompanied by a firm tug of that leash to jam that soft feline muzzle directly into the leaking slit of the cock she just sucked.

The grumpy rumbles and yowling protests were soon no more than some sloppy [i]hmmmphs[/i] when she got her whole face wrapped up in the musk-drenched inner confines of that enormous dragon cock. An immediate flex around her features made for a slight outline of her outraged expression getting slowly sucked down into the depths of that hungry shaft. The way it pumped and gripped her made Yvnyl’s intentions more than clear. The steady [i]schlurk[/i] of pressure dragged her prey away until the leash pulled taut in her grasp and Mahiri was neck-deep in that clamping, slippery tunnel that sealed so tightly to every inch of her.

Of course she wasn’t having it. Digging her toes into the floor and scratching up the carpet, she gave her most feline of struggles. Her [i]mrowls[/i] were muffled, but she gave them nonetheless, absolutely snarling at the dragon all the way down. Yvnyl made sure to grab those arms and secure them at the leopard’s sides before those claws could flail around too much. She felt her prey pulsing in the grip of her shaft, writhing to get free, but nothing could stop the sheer power of those deep, sloppy cock-gulps pressing the cat all the deeper towards a pair of heaving dragon nuts absolutely gurgling with the need to have her.

“Oh, don’t make such a scene. You know you’re not getting away. Where would you even go? I’ll always be after you, pretty thing.”

Nothing Yvnyl said made Mahiri fight any less. She was kicking and squirming back and forth, lashing her tail by the time that leash finally slopped out of the dragon’s grip. Despite it all, Yvnyl hardly had to do much to secure her meal. She leaned back, relaxing with her arms behind her head, lifting her feline prey with the strength of her cock alone. With her shaft pointed at the ceiling, juices leaking out around the shape of the leopard’s swollen belly, Yvnyl was free to just let her body do what it did best. Beneath all the feistiness, there was still a spotty preyslut hidden away in that curvy cat, and Yvnyl was going to squeeze Mahiri down and melt her in her balls until it was undeniable.

The squelching, slurping, [i]schlorking[/i] sounds of prey meeting her fate outright echoed through the office and down the hall. Everyone who worked for Yvnyl knew not to disturb her in her office at any time, but especially when they heard those noises. Those balls were fat for a reason, and Mahiri was getting closer and closer to their churning confines the deeper she descended into pure dragon heat. She was choking on it, swallowing lungfuls of pure Yvnyl, guzzling a musk so potent it was making her eyes water as much as she outright drooled for it. Some part of her was enjoying the messy, humiliating turn of fate. That much was obvious when the seal of Yvnyl’s slit pressed that swollen middle down flat and moved even lower on her meal.

Through it all, the leopard was still stiff, still aching for release, and getting her own cock wrapped up in Yvnyl’s own wasn’t making her any softer. All of a sudden her kicks and struggles had a different feel to them. She wasn’t frantically flailing about to exhaustion to break free of that grip. She was grinding, thrusting, getting herself off in that deliciously silky tunnel hugging around most of her body while she still could. The pleasure was too good to ignore. Yvnyl worked her way over a pair of spotted thighs while the leopard humped and rubbed her way to climax. The twitches of orgasm that came with the cat cumming all over herself just made Yvnyl throb harder, and drag her quarry towards her destination all the quicker. Mahiri was still [i]mrowling[/i] out with pleasure by the time she touched down, dunked face first into the waiting dragon spunk roiling up to greet her.

She was submerged by the first plunge, but enough sputtering and struggling helped her climb to the surface. It wasn’t much better there. The heat was intense enough she nearly passed out on the spot, sweltering, practically cooking in those big fat cumtanks. The ripples of activity gurgled all around her, keeping her from ever sitting still. Yvnyl polished off those paws and sent the rest of the curvy cat splashing in to join her upper half, tucking her all away and greeting her with a tight, crinkling [i]crnnnnch[/i] that hugged and quite clearly outlined every single detail of Mahiri’s figure for several seconds straight before relaxing. Only then could the cat bash against the walls and shout her muffled protests.

“You let me [i]out.[/i] You don’t want to know what the boss will do when she finds out about this!”

She coughed after that, choking on the dense musk all packed away inside her new prison. Yvnyl gave a haughty chuckle as she reached all the way down to stroke the bulge of leopard in her balls with both hands.

“Do you really think that? After all your little side thefts? Don’t forget that you were a gift to me. Your boss sent you here knowing you were going to end up a load of jizz.”

That set Mahiri off all the more, leaving her pushing, elbowing, wriggling, doing everything she could to make herself the worst prey possible. None of it bothered Yvnyl. Feeling that cat moving around in there was just the sort of massage she needed, and she responded in kind. Lifting and dropping those nuts with their flexes alone, she shook and bashed the cat right back until those struggles were at least a little more subdued. Splashing and soaking her with all the steaming spunk she was soaking in already left the cat saturated, drenched to the core, accidentally guzzling some of the cum around her between growls and cries of objection. The level was already rising by the time her toes started going numb.

“Mmmgh ... “ the leopard grunted. “Big smelly dragon ... think you can just get away with this.”

“I can,” was Yvnyl’s simple response. Her grin was audible. “Really, if you just relax, it should be fairly gentle. It’ll all be over soon either way.”

She made the first attempt to search for a condom with a few sideways glances, but ended up distracted by the pleasure of her nuts really getting to work on her captive. For every kick Mahiri gave, she got a [i]CLENCH[/i] in response that hugged all around her and tested her remaining strength, pressing thick jizz deeper into her fur and skin. It was already overtaking her. Every now and then, some part of her gave in a little more, sinking inwards and downwards under all the force, melting into the nutsludge she was always meant to be. The sensation of stuffing her balls tighter and tighter with the sloshing, changing cat got the dragoness outright snarling while she stroked herself off to the devilish delight of it all.

“Slosh and [i]churrrrrrn[/i] for me, pretty kitty. Melt down nice and smooth like a good cumslut.” Yvnyl’s growls were an undertone to everything she said amid the rising ecstasy, but especially then. “You’re going to make such a good condom-stuffer.”

“Someone will - [i]nnngh![/i] - get you [i]back[/i] for this!” was the cat’s gurgling cry.

“I really doubt that. [i]Hfff.[/i] And it’ll be too late for you, won’t it?”

The half-submerged grumbles from the cat were a mix of gurgles and some choice curse words. Yvnyl still hadn’t actually managed to put a condom on. Yvnyl was too busy stroking her cock with both hands, squeezing it in all the right places from her wide, flexing flare, right down to her swollen knot. Putting some pressure on that had a way of milking out enough precum to give her whole office a new coat of paint. Maybe that was the point. In her half-snarling, huffing breaths she swore she caught some of the leopard’s own natural spice on those leaking juices. For all her squirms, Mahiri was already well past the point of no return, already melted down around the edges enough she wasn’t even going to be recognizable if Yvnyl gushed her out right that very moment.

That wasn’t remotely part of the dragon’s plan. The big black reptile bounced her hips up and down, swinging her heavy, sagging nuts around to splash the spunk and prey inside them against the walls confining all that soft, squishable cat. She splayed herself even wider on the couch with her legs spread out to give those growing nuts some breathing room. They touched the floor when they jumped up with those firm, potent [i]clenches[/i] they gave all on their own.

“Mmm ... [i]MMM![/i] Oh, Mahiri. My body knows just what to do with you. Not much longer now and you’re going to be all [i]mine[/i]. Such a perfect gift. You’ll be an even better trophy.”

Yvnyl managed to speak fairly clearly until she devolved into pure, roaring dragon pleasure. She jabbed her hips upwards, bouncing her balls, thrusting as if to fuck the air itself while she fumbled through a side table drawer for a proper-sized condom. It was rare she was ever far from one. It was good to scatter them around for those impulse churns, lest she end up flooding her entire office again. She liked her current rug, even if she was dripping partly-creamed Mahiri all over it. Once she got the package open, she carefully stretched it over her madly twitching cock, with hardly much time to lose.

The leopardess remained the defiant big cat even when things turned especially bad for her. The added pressure of the floor beneath her softened body meant she was slowly [i]glurching[/i] inwards under all that force, gurgling in fresh dragon cum in between squeezes. She still had enough to kick, or at least to thrash around in there. Mostly, she just ended up stirring more activity around her, helping get Yvnyl hissing with absolute delight while she moved onto the final, forceful stages. The ferocity of her gnashing was easy for her prey to hear and sense alike, to make absolutely certain Mahiri knew how much Yvnyl was enjoying those final moments.

“Get ready ... [i]nnnngh[/i] ... you’re almost ... [i]grrrrr[/i] ... gone!”

Yvnyl was much less eloquent when her entire body was throbbing with the need to finish that cat off and turn her into a cumshot. One more tug on that condom just to make sure it was firmly in place, and she was free to stroke as much as she liked. Shooting precum into the latex wrapped around her flare, massaging her cock with both hands, she humped and thrust and fucked her grip until her balls were going full tilt. They gripped around every inch of cat that remained, around that less and less distinct silhouette that used to look just like Mahiri. The lump settled into the middle of Yvnyl’s nuts, enduring all that pressure, all that scrunching, [i]glurshing[/i] force was shrinking her down by the second, bringing out the muffled and submerged cries of prey that didn’t have a single option left.

“[i]Yes![/i]” Yvnyl snarled the second the pressure built to the point the remaining outline of Mahiri collapsed inwards and got squished down flat and smooth by the constant clenches around her diminished curves.

One final, [i]glurshing[/i] flex left Yvnyl’s ball swelling out all the more into a full, rounded shape, engorged with all the fresh cum she just squeezed out of the leopard’s body. She churned up all the remaining details, everything that had been solid, until not a single trace remained. Everything was just thick, sloppy dragon spunk packing those nuts extra taut. Yvnyl wasn’t going to last long when she was that pent up, when her balls were stuffed to the very brim, loudly groaning and rumbling between her legs. The flexes of rising pressure kept them jumping up and down with every throb, until her fat knot, her broad flare, and the thick veins bulging over the many, many inches of that huge, hungry cock bulged all the more and she went rigid from tip to base.

It was all roaring and gushing from there, leg twitching as she launched immodestly into pure orgasm. Her body shook with all the pleasure coursing through her while she shot that creamy load of former cat straight into the stretching condom wrapped snug around her dick. Those steaming ropes of jizz soon formed a rising pool at the bottom of that latex, stretching it right down to the floor to rest in front of her shrinking sack. Her shining nuts got closer to normal the more of that creamed leopard she pumped out, but she still wore an impressive extra layer of ballfat all thanks to Mahiri.

When that condom was brimming with all the glistening off-white slop that the leopard used to be, and Yvnyl’s dick finally stopped pounding with furious release, the dragoness could finally slump back into a nice, trickling afterglow. She still had a few more ropes to pump out to really drain those balls, but she did do more casually. Every time she panted, steam came out, if not smoke. Her eyes went a little out of focus as she basked in the aftermath, letting that huge mess of cum faintly wobble in the condom still wrapped around her shaft.

When she was finally done, she pulled it off and tied it tight. That photo she snapped was going to be the perfect decoration. She was keeping that one, along with the other trophies. She had the refrigeration budget. Though the longer she lingered in that afterglow, absolutely swimming in satisfaction, watching the surface of all that cat-turned-dragon-spunk wobble and ripple with her heavy breaths, the more she disliked the thought of only doing it once. There was plenty of other prey out there for her to enjoy, but the silky touch of that short feline fur sliding down her dick, the grumpy growls and thrashes, and oh the way she [i]came[/i] when she realized there was nothing she could do to stop what was about to happen to her - that was the kind of thing that made Yvnyl feel awfully possessive of the pet she’d just churned into a cumshot.

It didn’t take her long to find a phone. She knew Dairinn didn’t answer calls herself much of the time, so she spoke to one of the oryx boss’ many loyal underlings who picked up.

“It’s Yvnyl. Message for your boss. Semi-urgent.” She waited a moment for confirmation on the other end. “Tell her I’m going to need her to get me in touch with one of those revival service people. Price really doesn’t matter. I want the best.”