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Merging Transformation

Part two of two

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

“Leave."

The high priestess took him into a room that looked like it would have been her bedroom, though it was simply furnished. His heart suddenly pulled for her. Did she live within the temple? Whereas Zyan stayed there sometimes, when she needed to perform ceremonies, she didn't stay there all the time. However, she couldn't be seen out in the open until more rituals had been performed.

There had been others in the rooms, people who appeared to be tidying up in there and setting something back in a wooden chest that had a woven lid. It sat at the foot of the sleeping area, though there was otherwise little furniture, bar a large sleeping mat, though that looked plush and padded. His back ached wondering if that was going to be nicer or worse to sleep on. It wasn't something that had ever really concerned Erandi.

“So…" He tried to say, working a more flexible tongue around the sound in his mouth. “Why… You…"

The words, however, came out slurred and she glanced back at him, her face still in shadow. Those who'd been in the room, and the worshippers who had accompanied her, deserted the room. With only the two of them there, the flickering torches, flames dancing, seemed eerily loud, though they took their time in eating the wood. He quivered, shaking his head, and waited for her. His eyes roamed over another ritual circle, or so he assumed it was, though the rumble of need swelled in his gut.

Erandi tried to pass his hand over his stomach, wondering what was in there, though the growl remained. It ached into his throat and he groaned, his tail swinging back and forth. He didn't feel like he had all that much control over it yet. Even his ears twitched a little, not quite settling into place on top of his head. Erandi knew he should have been able to move them, a little, but they didn't obey him, muscles twitching and pulling in the wrong directions.

Ah, well. He hadn't been the ritualistic sacrifice he'd expected, so maybe things were not as bad as they could have been. That was all he could focus on, though his view of the world around him had been tilted askew.

In the end, it was just him and the high priestess in the room and she exhaled as, finally, she revealed her hood.

Erandi blinked. That could not be… But it made sense too as he stared into the face of a lion-woman: the match to him as a lion-man. She looked like a human when her hood was up and the long sweep of the cloak dragged along the floor, so her feet were concealed.

“You are the first success to go through the ritual," Zyan breathed, her amber eyes alight and her whiskers twitching. “Well, apart from myself. But I should think…that is clear."

She hesitated, as if that was not a moment she could have anticipated. He stared at her, pulling his head back a little, though there was little else he could do in the moment. What about his tribe – even the home too he'd left behind?

But he was moving on from that already, moving into a new state of being. The lion in him pushed for change, hungering for survival above all else. That was all that made it easier for him to go along with it, letting everything come to pass without pressing into it.

“Our new forms are the key to uniting all the tribes," Zyan went on, spreading her hands out, which revealed that she had a cross between hands and paws, just like him. “We cannot do the ritual often enough to build a fighting force… But that's not the only way to make lions of two legs like you and me."

She looked at him expectantly, though Erandi didn't understand. At least, not until she swept off her robe and allowed the folds of cloth to crumple sweetly to the stone floor. It puddled around her feet in a sensual fall and he gaped, his lower jaw dropping even as he inhaled in short, needy puffs of breath. Drawing in her scent was his undoing, just a little, as his eyes roamed over her body, from her heavy breasts to her crotch – where a rune, strangely so, was painted on to the fur above her pussy. Did that mean it was above her womb?

“Erandi… You are of another tribe and yet this is how we come together," Zyan implored him, though the lioness was not above convincing him to lean into her, to let her guide Erandi into debauchery and instinct. “I am in heat and the fruit of our lions, coming together, will the start of a new era for the tribe. One tribe, the only tribe. Together, we are stronger."

Erandi shook his head and grunted.

“I… I don't know…"

He wanted to say he couldn't do it, that it was all too much for him, though something tightened across his crotch, his sheath suddenly pulling lightly around something that yearned to make itself known. He shook himself, however, as Zyan cupped her breasts, as if she was feeling the weight of each of them.

“The ritual, for fertility, will active on conception," she said, though he baulked, muzzle wrinkling. “On conception, it will drain your life force into me and speed up the pregnancy. Our children will be stronger for it."

“And what about me?" He growled, though it was still a struggle to push the words from his throat. “Is that it? The end of me?"

The priestess hesitated, as if she had not expected that. He tensed his arms and brought his bound hands up and down again sharply. The rope had struggled through his transformation, even if he'd ended up in the chains of the original lion, frayed and worn. It was easy for him to break it, though Erandi acted on instinct alone when he lunged for her.

For the lion had not disappeared and the lion in him was more than ready to fight for his light. With a ripping, feral roar heaving from his throat, he slammed into her, not caring for his nudity. His lion arousal could wait – there was a fight to be had.

The priestess snarled and met him blow by blow, catching one of his clenched hands in her fist and ducking around him. As a lioness, Zyan was built more lightly than he was, even then, but she was fitter and more agile – and more used to being in the body of a merged lion-woman.

Yet she didn't know that he was both lion and man whereas she had forced the lioness part of her to succumb, working for the good and cause of her tribe above all else. Zyan would never have done it if she did not believe in it, though there had certainly been some casualties so far.

“You…will…succumb!"

She snarled, narrowing her gaze, tail lashing. They circled one another, sizing up their opponent. He watched her movement, trying to keep his step easy and even, but it wasn't simple in the slightest, for he was still prone to tripping over his own feet. Feet or paws… Oh, Erandi couldn't find it in himself to care, not one little bit.

They slammed over the sleeping mat, though Erandi was not sure which of them had moved first. His hand pounded into the stone on the right side of her head and Zyan snapped at his throat, though he pulled back in time. The lion fought for him and he allowed its instinct to surge, the notion of knowing just what his opponent was going to do in the breath before they actually moved. It was all in the twitch of muscular contractions, the squeeze of a jaw and the slight tension in the corner of one's eye.

As a lion-man, Erandi learned more about combat than he'd ever done as just a man.

He rolled with her, scrapping furiously, boasting short claws at the tips of his fingers. Slashing at her, he snarled, but his hands were around her throat, pressing down, her scrambling protests useless as her hands raked down his arms.

Erandi bore down as she thrashed, choking, but he didn't press down. It was not him, not the human side, even if he'd been prepared to do so for his tribe too. He'd never killed anyone before… Was that really where he was ready to change everything? To step into a new part of his life?

His tail flicked, adrenaline up, yet her scent filled his nose, clouding his vision. With a start, as he released the pressure on her throat, he realised his cock had pushed out all the way from his leonine sheath. And that it was a lot larger than it'd been before, covered with those sharp barbs that were typical of a lion.

Oh…

His cock twitched, dripping hot pre-cum on to the priestess' stomach. Her hands rested on his forearms, quivering. It was as if Zyan didn't quite know what to do herself, despite her being the one to orchestrate the whole situation.

Time stretched out, seconds slipping by as the lions froze, chests heaving as they panted heavily. For the fact of the matter was that Erandi and the lion had not merged perfectly. The lion still existed, whereas he should have been too clouded by the merging to think clearly. That was what the priestess had been expecting, though it was far too late for her to take full stock of what her ritual had created. Her eyes shone as she looked up at him, the male's cock grinding down against her stomach. It left a smear of pre-cum in its wake and Zyan hissed through her teeth, her tail twitching where it was half pinned under her body.

Erandi growled, licking his lips. He wanted the female under him, seeing her as a mate, a breeding partner. He had never, not once, thought of a woman in that way – but as a lion-man it simply felt natural to him. Erandi had dominated her… Therefore, she was his. They would be together and their bodies needed to do what instinct demanded of them. His paw paws sweated faintly, releasing heat, and he let his jaws hang open as his body revelled in the moment.

No… I'm a man…

But he was so much more than that. Zyan's fight had more than proven just how strong and healthy she was and he knew, even without her telling him openly, that she was in heat. He inhaled deeply, curling his black lips back from his teeth, his tongue sweeping out with a pink swipe against the side of his muzzle.

“Mmm…"

He couldn't stop himself from letting out a rumbling growl as he lowered his head a little. There was something spicy and alluring about her scent too, groaning in the back of his throat, needing her more than he'd ever needed anything before. Without Erandi even thinking about it, he rocked his hips forward, the lion part of him knowing she'd bear him strong kittens, that it was his complete right to take her.

Zyan blinked up at him, waiting on her chance. His hesitation was to be used to her advantage and she had no desire to see herself fall to his claws or teeth. It was about self-preservation and yet she needed the male to breed her too.

Males… They can be distracted.

“You have won, Erandi," she breathed, though he was too lust-addled to ask how she knew his name. “Do you not want to claim your prize? I can smell you, the heat of your arousal… Oh, it must pain you with how vicious your need is."

She paused, running a hand down his chest, her claws sheathed.

“I'm hurting too," she said, putting a whine into her tone, though Zyan would have been lying if she'd said she didn't really want him too. “My body… It aches for a male! I need you inside… Erandi!"

She grabbed one of his hands and guided it down, away from her neck, to her pussy. The male blinked at her as she took charge, pushing two of his fingers clumsily inside her as Zyan spread her legs for him.

The lioness under him quivered and moaned, although Erandi didn't truly know what was going on. His mind warred back and forth between desire and the need for survival – yet his lion half told him that breeding was survival too. That was why he had to take the lusty female under him, to admire the fullness of her rump and the wetness of her pussy, oddly so, clenching around his fingers. Fingering a lioness was not natural to him, so he followed Zyan's lead and worked his fingers back and forth under her direction.

“Mmm… Yes," she breathed, her voice rasping. “Yes… But I need your shaft, your meat pushing deep inside me. I'm so hot… So hot and so empty…"

She yowled under him and, mesmerised, Erandi chuffed in the back of his throat, pressing his fingers more deeply into her and curling them up against the front of his pussy. Zyan huffed and arched against him, grabbing his hand so he couldn't pull it out again.

“I need a male, you…to fill me, to plant your seed in my womb!" She growled, growing more desperate in her tone. “You need a female to sheath yourself inside, we need each other."

Slowly, she crawled out from under him, though Erandi didn't fight her, his gaze hazed-over and nearly blank. He didn't know what to do, his body frozen as his body ached, his cock throbbing viciously. Every pulse that ran through it sent a spurt of pre-cum dropping from the tip. It dropped to the bed, the sleeping mat area that was slightly raised from the floor, but he couldn't move. A tense ripple ached through his shoulders as he dropped his muzzle a little, jaws hanging open.

But the female, seemingly, knew what to do and he turned his head slowly to her, as if every motion took a great effort of will simply to shift the weight of his body. Before him, she posed on all fours with her tail raised obscenely high. Her pussy was tight and yet swollen at the same time, not looking like any human one Erandi could ever have imagined. Of course, since coming of age, he'd seen some of the women in his tribe in various stages of undress. Nudity, however, was not considered taboo in his tribe and they typically wore very little clothing.

Yet he couldn't drag his eyes away from that tight slit of her pussy, even as the edges gleamed with a damp touch on her fur. He licked his lips and tipped forward a little, left on all fours like an animal himself, though Erandi was not truly in control of his own body. Had he ever been? Maybe then was his chance to finally take a step forward into his lust and desire, finding out what it truly meant to be a lion-man?

Maybe. It was hard to think with his mind as overcome with need as it was.

“Fill me…" She growled, rolling her hips back to him as she put an arch into her back. “End my suffering! Our suffering! We deserve to feel the thrall of our bodies coming together… You know it to be true!"

He couldn't help himself, crawling up and over her as he knelt to the priestess' back. The human part of him told him he needed to fill her too, though not quite as a lion would have: his body was different, after all. In that way, Erandi was able to apply rational thought to what was happening. It was not all about hunching over the fertile female and pinning her to the ground while he ravaged her body, furthering his bloodline.

But mating, oh… That was all his body yearned for, his entire form pushing on as need coursed through him in a way that it never had before. He lined his cock up with her pussy, though even that touch on his shaft had him growling, tipping his head back a little. It was too much, much too much – and only slamming deep inside her would give Erandi any relief at all.

Yet his mind felt dim, as if he was set back from the moment, even though he could feel every last note of the moment, how his fur made him warmer and his claws itched where they were sheathed within his hand-paws. His cock ached as he pressed the tip to her pussy, but it only took a little nudge of desire to sink into her.

“Ohhhh…"

Erandi moaned as she wriggled back further on his cock, making his task a little easier. Erandi didn't know what to do as he sank into her, but the moment was right for everything he desired. All he had to do was follow his instinct, even scooting in a little closer on his knees so he could push into her even more deeply.

At least the lion part of him knew everything that he needed to do, so that was exactly where he could let instinct take over. He growled deep in the back of his throat as he rocked his hips, thrusting more and more deeply, though his lower back wanted to round, curving over the lioness as he claimed her for his own.

But it felt good, so very good. Desire flooded him and he snarled briefly, the sounds ripping themselves from his throat unbidden. They didn't sound like him, but there was very little of Erandi that could even be considered “him" anymore.

He was someone new as he thrust deep, his entire body rippling with satisfaction, breeding a fertile female. She yowled and rolled her hips back at him, even as his barbs raked sharply through her pussy. The human part of him said that should have been too much for her to bear, that they should have been too sharp for any manner of pleasure – but the lion knew it was all part of sex. They were what made her ovulate, what made her ready to take his seed. Thus, they were needed and there was nothing he'd do about it.

Zyan's heart surged, though she shuddered against him. She should have been ready to take him, to active the next part of the ritual with the circle enclosing the bed, but her mind swam in pleasure. The bite of pain from his barbs digging in was fleeting – yet it came over and over again.

She couldn't help it, letting everything course through her, though Zyan held on to her senses. She was not so much of a lion that she would give in to a feral side, as much as she extended her fingers and dug her claws passionately into the sleeping mat. Yowling raunchily, she twisted her head as his barbs caught deep inside her and her pussy clenched around him.

She had to have him, had to milk the male of his seed. He had so much to give her and all she could do was grind back into each and every thrust of his cock, encouraging him to give her every drop of seed. Yet he was even thicker inside her than she could have imagined, stretching her deliciously open while her body ached around him.

“Yes… Breed…meeee!"

Zyan screeched as climax ripped through her and Erandi blinked, some part of him jerking into more furious action. He slammed in with short, overpowering thrusts, holding on to her hips and sinking his claws in, though the lioness didn't even notice. He couldn't help it and didn't need to do anything more than follow the lure of instinct.

“Unff… Need…"

But Erandi didn't say anything more as he howled, lust overcoming him. A surge of heat flooded his body – and then it was coming out his cock, seeding her full and letting hot, sticky spurts mark her pussy as his. His hips juddered erratically, lacking self-control, but Erandi was right where he needed to be, letting her climax set his off.

As he spent himself inside her, leaning heavily over her body with his hands still firmly gripping her hips, the rune didn't glow. For conception had not occurred and the ritual, alas, was not yet complete.

He didn't recognise that, even as Zyan placed a hand over her crotch, rumbling her mild discontent as cum leaked from her strained pussy. She balanced herself on the sleeping mat by dropping to one shoulder, yet the male remained ground up deep inside her, his cock pulsing faintly.

She had to do more, had to get him ready for another round.

Zyan took charge, coming to her senses as she drew her body off his cock and turned around. Pushing him on to his back, she sat on his face, offering him a taste of her ripe, fertile pussy. After the pounding he'd given it, the edges of her sex were left strained apart, but she'd tighten up again by the time she was ready to take that hot prick of his deep inside her all over again. Already, the lioness burned for him, her body only to be satisfied once she had been impregnated.

“You are mine too," she purred throatily, lapping along the length of his cock, though her flexible tongue had to be exceedingly careful of his barbs. “I am yours, your mate…"

That sounded good to her, even if she knew what the outcome of having the male impregnate her would be. He was to be hers and, even though he'd fought for his life, his lion instinct had taken over in the end. That was something she'd have to remember for future rituals, although Erandi had already surpassed all expectations.

“Mmmph…"

The lion lapped against her slit, his tongue teasing along the edge of her pussy. He dipped inside her, recognising the taste of a male's seed inside her, though he only lapped more furiously. He wanted it out of her, so he could rid her of it – all so he could cum inside her and breed her for his own.

She took his semi-hard cock into her mouth, softly sucking and cleaning it of all leftover seed. Her tongue carefully flicked around the barbs, though the lioness leaned in passionately, her lips twitching in the hint of a smirk. She had the male right where she wanted him, aching for him and yet knowing what her true cause there was.

Oh, it was so easy to get caught up in passion, but his merging had not quite gone to plan. It was a good thing indeed that she, Zyan, was the best of them all.

He quivered, taking a breath, though the mental clarity in the seconds after climax was, sadly for him, short-lived. The lion-man groaned, tail hanging low, though he could feel just how his balls still ached. He needed to do more, to breed her, for she still smelled like a female ripe and ready to be mated.

Erandi let out a low, rumbling growl as he rocked over her, thrusting without thinking into her mouth. His tongue moved without conscious thought, lapping over her pussy as he ate her out, overcome by the sense of a lioness' pussy so close to his face. It was purely natural to him, savouring the taste of her spicy heat as well as his own, thicker seed. His semen seemed to cling to his tongue, but there was more of her sweet arousal too when he dug his tongue in deep, sweeping it around her pussy as the rough surface pulled over the sensitive inner walls of her cunny.

“Ohhhh… Yessss…"

The lioness hissed for him and his vision began to grey out again, losing his control over the situation at hand. He needed her, wanted to thrust into her – and a mouth could not be enough for that. Moaning against her, he swept his tongue out of her pussy, lapping over the damp fur where their combined lust had leaked from her sex.

With him on his back, it was easy, supposedly, for the high priestess to draw off his cock and straddle his hips, swinging her muscular leg sensually over him. She ground her pussy against his freshly re-hardened cock.

“Mmm, my mate…" She purred, his heart surging to hear her address him as such. “I will always be yours…"

Erandi growled, letting her take his hand and guide it down to something he may not have paid due attention to before. For the lioness had not only breasts, which he could have spent hours caressing, gripping between his fingers so her flesh squeezed out between her fingers, but she had teats too. That had to be the lioness in her – pulling that from the lion she had merged with too. They were not just a pair of teats, however, but two lines ran down her belly, all slightly swollen as he circled them with his fingers, groping and squeezing less delicately.

“Mmm… Yes, my mate," she hissed, rocking her hips against him again as she rose to poise her position over his cock. “Let me take you… I want you inside me!"

“Yes!"

Erandi growled his affirmation and agreement as she sank passionately on to his cock, though something in the back of his mind told him that was not right. But he couldn't do anything to fight back as she clenched around his cock, her sex grabbing his aching shaft in just the right way.

Still, he needed to cum, needed to spend his load. She was not seeded properly yet, and bred, but her pussy with the rune faced him, allowing him to see with the human part of his psyche that she was not yet wholly his. And that was what the lion part of his mind needed to achieve, thrusting up weakly into her hot pussy even as she ground down against him.

“Mmmm… Yessss…"

He growled, but she sat on him, riding his cock passionately. Erandi was left to squeeze her teats and explore the nipples in the middle, his hand focusing on the lower ones that he could reach more easily. Not that her breasts were not a lure too, bouncing lightly with the sway of her body, but there was something even more appealing about seeing her being more lion than woman.

Maybe that was what Erandi had needed all along, groaning deeply as he let out feral, animalistic sounds. He was prey to her, even while he thought he'd been the one to conquer Zyan, but the lioness had him right where she needed him to be.

He ran his finger around the rune, admiring it briefly. It didn't mean anything to him, but he knew it was important. Had the lioness said something? He couldn't pull thoughts from his mind, memories that had only just occurred, as he had before, though not even shaking his head allowed them to flow more easily. Erandi's thick, brown mane fluttered lightly around his face, but the lion couldn't stop trying to grind up into her, wanting that pleasure of climax all over again.

Even if it was all about impregnating her, he wanted that desire, that high, that lust. It was the human part of his mind greedily feeding into the darkness of the body, the pleasures the flesh could take but had no true reason other than impregnation and breeding. Two bodies, after all, had to come together to make new lions, new tribe members, and there was a part of Erandi that understood what she wanted from him.

But there was a flicker in the back of his mind. Hadn't he been fighting with her? Why? That was natural for a lion looking to mate, but he didn't think that was why he had been fighting her.

It didn't matter, not as arousal seared through him. His cock throbbed as he moaned and she rested her hands on his chest, rising and falling with savage need. There was nothing more sensual than her outline as she rode his cock, illuminated by the flaming torches, which shone through the tips of her fur and made her look like she had something of a golden ring around her.

He pinched a nipple and the lioness grunted, though seemed to enjoy it. Erandi pushed the thought of the rune on her crotch from his mind.

But there was another part of his psyche swimming through the haze of lust, pushing higher and higher. He groaned in the back of his throat and shook his head, muzzle wrinkling as he tried to push it away. It didn't seem like a part of him he needed, balls aching. All he needed was to spill his seed again, making sure the lioness was thoroughly seeded and his forevermore.

No more males would get to her, no… He'd make sure of that.

The lion snarled as he blinked, a little humanity returning to his eyes. What was he doing? Why was his shaft inside her? His stomach lurched and a wave of nausea hit him. She'd said that him impregnating her, the moment of conception, would drain him! Of everything!

No, no, no – he couldn't let that happen! He had to fight back, snarling and grabbing her by the hips. Zyan purred, thinking he was just enjoying the moment, but he struggled, shoving at her.

“Get off!" He snarled, scrabbling with her as the lioness fought to pin his arms back down alongside his head. “Unff… Don't…want…"

Working his new muzzle and tongue to get words out was still a struggle, but Erandi managed to get some manner of meaning out. He huffed and heaved, but Zyan's intense gaze burned into his, almost more effective than any rope at holding him right where he was supposed to be. He rocked his hips and tried to buck up, but the pleasure mounted and he gasped, realising just how close to orgasm he was.

That rune had to have something to do with it. Desperately, the lion swiped at her crotch, trying to rub the paint off, though it seemed practically tattooed into her fur with how resistant the ink was.

“Don't fight this, my mate," Zyan hissed, leaning over him, her teeth bared. “This is your fate. You are from an opposing tribe and were never meant to be anything more than mine. This is all you will know, giving your seed to a greater cause!"

“No!"

He had to fight, but she was more used to combat with stronger creatures than her – and she had the strength of a lion in her too. Lionesses were the traditional huntresses and they were not to be underestimated as she groaned, a feral sound grinding up from her throat. It was raw and primitive, but there was more to her than that. She'd cast off her shroud of humanity to become an amalgamation of two forms and there was nothing Zyan would not do for herself – and for her tribe.

The lioness' pussy gripped him furiously, rippling along his length as she forced him closer to climax. She moaned and rocked her hips on top of him, using his lust against him as the male weakened.

“Unff… No… Must…"

Yet Erandi could not even force out the words he wanted to give, panting heavily, his chest heaving. His fur dampened with sweat, but the lion couldn't even tell from where he was sweating, a myriad of scents clouding his senses.

The lioness ducked, teeth gleaming in the firelight, though it was too quick for him to react. Inside her, his cock throbbed intensely, so close to the edge that he knew the end was near, though Erandi didn't even know what would happen to him after. Would he be gone? Would he disappear just like the lion he'd seen before? Or would he be dumb and senseless, his human mind lost? It was too much to take in, at a moment like that, though Erandi had never really had any chance anyway. He'd been lost to Zyan before they'd even begun.

He howled and gasped, a flash of pain searing across his neck. For a moment, he thought something terrible had happened, that his life blood was leaking on to the sleeping mat, yet euphoria flared. She caught his neck, at the junction of his shoulder, in a passionate mating bite – and the male in question could not hold back for a single moment more.

Releasing inside her brought pulse after pulse of ecstasy and he threw his head back. A blasting, feral roar broke his lips, throat vibrating, and he sent thick spurts of seed deep into her. Every pulse had his cum pouring deeper and deeper, though his eyes flickered open enough to lock on to the rune on her crotch.

Before his eyes, it glowed a light blue and his heart sank. Something pulled inside him and he knew he was doomed, even if Erandi could not have said exactly why he thought that was so.

The end… With his orgasm, his seed flowed from him, the lion-man giving every last drop he had to give. His vision faded and the world around him greyed-out as he felt softer and weaker, like he was falling. His stomach dropped and yet there was nothing he could do about it, having done everything he needed – but for entirely the wrong tribe.

Above him, the priestess loomed, pulling back with her teeth glistening with a hint of his blood. Her lips curved into a dark, dangerous smile. And yet her pussy was so delicious around him he could not honestly feel bad, despite the clawing fear nagging at the back of his mind. That terror had already been there, but Erandi's passion and lust had overcome even that. It was funny, even in hindsight, just how that could be so for a randy male in need of breeding a female.

Or maybe it was different merely for lions, even though he couldn't do anything about it anymore. He was both and he was nothing, looking up as her pussy gripped and milked him. Zyan could have been climaxing too, though Erandi was too far gone to know. Something pulled from his cock, far more than just his seed flowing from him, feeling like it was all drawing from deep, deep within the core of his being.

The last thing he saw before he blacked out was the high priestess above him, her belly rapidly swelling. They had to be his kittens inside her, though it was all as if time had been sped up, allowing him to see what was to come to be. Her teats fattened, leaking milk down her belly in light rivulets, though the milk soaked into her fur, darkening it in stripes following the path of gravity.

She pulled back from him with a moan and rocked her hips, a hand on her stomach, caressing the kittens inside her. Her free hand went to her breasts, squeezing them lightly as more fresh milk spilt down her chest and belly, lips parted in a mix of ecstasy and triumph.

And then, Erandi knew no more.