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“Come on! This is gonna be so much fun!”

Mazzy’s enthusiasm was as infectious as it was slightly worrying. Grey knew what kinds of things excited that shark. Not that he wasn’t along for the ride with every single one of her wonderful whims. He was already carrying her mark in the form of his new species. Once a genet, newly a shark himself, with a few inky black stripes to commemorate his time spent in the possession of a certain dreamy someone, he was her transformed pet and plaything alike. Even if they’d never said any of that officially. They didn’t need to.

Taking the rosette-covered half-demon shark by the hand, Grey happily allowed himself to be dragged across the dance floor and through the sea of bodies. He found himself briefly distracted by all the writhing figures around him, dancing in ways so indecent even he was stunned, after all else he’d already seen. The floor glowed bright and the music pumped so aggressively he felt it in his skin, but there was no time for that. Mazzy was on a mission, and Grey was along for the ride at every step of the way, no matter how scary it might have been.

Maybe he was wearing some of his concern on his face. Even in his new form, he was still a nervous thing beneath the surface. Mazzy took a grinning look back at him, and her own expression softened.

“Hey! Don’t worry, I’m here. I think you’re gonna really like my mom.”

She stopped in place despite her apparent urgency, yanking him close to her. The strength in her arm made him stagger and splat face first into her bust. It was as comfy as landing places got. She put a hand on the back of his head to press him a little deeper, speaking in a soothing tone, but for the occasional giggle of excitement.

“There’s going to be a [i]whole bunch[/i] of force and other craziness, is the plan. Like, it’s this [i]night[/i]. It makes the demon in us go just nuts. And mom’s getting a lot more demony herself these days. But! You can tell me for real if it sucks for you. You probably won’t even have to say anything, really. You know I’ll sense it.”

Stroking him a few times made him calm down easily. She always knew where to touch, even in their wilder moments together. At least Shirazi wasn’t going to get him that evening. The hyena - Mazzy’s [i]other[/i] mom, or maybe her dad - was otherwise engaged, so he’d been told. He still wasn’t sure what he was going to think of Mahiri. All he knew was a name. He assumed she’d be a shark right up until the moment he had a pair of feline teeth brushing along the back of his neck, and a curved claw slowly stroking down his side and over the curve of his hip.

“Now, who’s this?” said a low, sultry voice near his ear. “Rhetorical question, of course. You couldn’t be anyone else, to earn such adoring looks from my daughter.”

Grey’s ambusher stepped back to allow him to turn around and see her. The leopardess who stood there certainly bore at least resemblance to her offspring, with those spots and crimson locks that matched Mazzy’s highlights. They even shared a similar shapely build that immediately drew Grey’s eyes into a scanning patrol of the cat’s entire form. He still wondered where Mazzy got the shark from, admittedly. He could ask about that later.

The leopard stood, faintly rumbling, swaying her tail from side to side. She was happy to let him look for as long as he needed. From his first impressions, she seemed relatively normal. There was nothing [i]obviously[/i] demonic about her. The latex outfit all wrapped around her body was certainly salacious, though. He spent so long just simply observing and wondering about her textures that he forgot to introduce himself at all. Mazzy eventually elbowed him.

“Say hi, silly! This mommy Mahiri. She’s really wanted to meet you after all I’ve told her about you.”

“Mmmmmmhi” he said through pursed lips, feeling those emanating rumbles as if absorbing them directly from the cat creating them.

“Nice to meet you, Grey.” Mahiri gave a soft smile and nodded her head, seemingly unaffected by his flustered state. “And that’s true. I wanted a taste of my own. I’m sure you understand.”

“Hold that thought - I think it’s starting!” Mazzy said, holding her hands up.

Grey could already feel [i]something[/i]. He wasn’t sure what. It began as a certain tension in the air, as a shift in the mood of his surroundings. The dancing grew all the more depraved. The heat began to rise. He found himself tugging at his collar, constrained in the latex as he began to sweat a little. His level of perspiration hardly compared to the spotted pair before him. They were already glistening pleasantly, starting to give off all the more of their immensely pleasant scents. Grey got his first good huff of their mingling musks, of shark and leopardess all in one breath, and he immediately knew he was going to need more of that.

Before he could find himself transfixed all over again, Mazzy grabbed him to drag him off to safety. He staggered along just in time to avoid the growing cracks in the floor. The dance floor was splitting open before his eyes, but he didn’t even look at it for long. That was someone else’s problem. Mahiri helped usher him away to relative safety, away from the booming voices and rising screams. They weren’t going somewhere quiet, though. He gave a little gasp when he found himself getting tugged along up the stairs to mount one of several stages around the club.

“Oh ...” he found himself saying.

At least not all eyes were on him. Far too much was going on for one performance to be the centre of all attention. [i]Some[/i] definitely were. Many of them glowed. There were demons out there in the crowd, lusting for him, but he knew who he belonged to. It was only getting hotter in there. Mazzy was already stripping from her tight clothes to bare every last spot, just in time when it began to rain.

That wasn’t water falling on that misty stage. Grey realized that when some splashed in his direction, cascading off of Mazzy’s naked breasts. The shark stood tall to let herself be coated entirely in the downpour of body oil, until absolutely every inch of her was glistening. The sweet scent of it made for such a tempting blend with her natural essence. Grey would have drifted right into her clutches on the spot, but he was busy letting the leopardess strip him down. Mahiri worked slowly and carefully, even as her rumbles rose and Mazzy offered them both [i]that[/i] toothy shark grin. Grey knew that one well by then.

A prod from behind gave him a better idea of what he was dealing with. He never even saw the leopard strip. Maybe that latex had simply been a part of her, hidden away when it wasn’t needed, or maybe he was overthinking it. It was hard to think much at all when he had a stiff, shiny black leopard cock poking him in the lower back, just above the base of a big shark tail. She rubbed it up and down over his skin to leave him with a nice mark of juices, given how much she was already leaking all over. A few short thrusts, humping away at him left him sinking into her embrace, falling back to let her take him, no matter how much he wanted to go hug an oiled up shark. Mazzy was busy with something else.

Grey got to feel himself get swept right up off his feet, clutched in the leopard’s grip like he weighed next to nothing. She didn’t seem to strain in the slightest, with deceptive demonic strength. Her teeth still felt so good pressing in against his skin, especially on that particular spot between his shoulder and neck. She nibbled just right, until he swore he was purring too. He certainly made some noises when she pushed between his cheeks and made him sink down on his cock. It was the perfect seat to watch the show. Mazzy was such a natural performer that prey couldn’t help climbing up on stage and wandering right into her grasp, as if she had issued them some sort of hypnotic command.

All she really needed was a flash of those sleek tits, and that irresistible grin. That was hypnotic enough for the cute fox girl bounding her way towards the sharkess, trailing discarded clothes. She was stiff by the time Mazzy got her hands on her, a knotted shaft lipsticking free of its sheath. That plump cock deserved some squeezes, and Mazzy was happy to give them. Stroking that mesmerized vixen with one hand, and bringing her even closer with the other left Grey moaning as much as the vixen herself at the sight of a pretty fox face squishing in between a pair of dripping breasts. Mazzy gave her prey a good smothering in everything they were going to be before she moved in for the chomp.

Grey could feel it coming. Mahiri fucked him deeply, all the harder as that anticipation built. He tightened for her, pressing back against her bust, writhing in her clutches. Part of him wanted to just close his eyes and sink into the embrace of the soft leopard mating him from behind, ever so sweetly, smoothly plunging her cock into his tight shark rump over and over again. Her fingers dug into his thighs and ass just right to milk out all the more pleasure for him. He was dripping on the floor, huffing, writhing, squeezing on her cock, but he couldn’t tear his focus from his shark mistress for long, no matter how much pleasure he was in. Mazzy wrapped her hands around the vixen’s shoulders and slowly lifted that pretty girl off her feet like she was nothing more than a sandwich. The demon shark’s helpless mortal prey wriggled, but she didn’t quite resist the allure of a hungry shark parting those toothy jaws right in front of her face.

By then, Grey didn’t even flinch when Mazzy went in for a classic, hearty shark [i]CHOMP[/i]. It looked like it ought to have been brutal for the recipient, but that spotty shark knew just how to use all those teeth. She engulfed her horny prey without actually doing any harm to that adorable vixen. In a flash, that fox got scooped up and stuffed into Mazzy’s throat. The shark might have been careful, but she was still caught up in a feeding frenzy, cock pumping all on its own while she feasted upon that delicious cutie. Working her tongue down between the fox’s breasts eventually turned to scooping it right between her meal’s legs, to lick and taste all over that knotted shaft on the way towards her lips.

Of course the vixen didn’t last long like that. Neither did Grey. He found himself moaning out, grinding back into Mahiri’s cock just to go over the edge all the harder to the sight of Mazzy’s proud [i]gulp[/i]. The shark dragged her tongue over her prey’s balls to make that fox shoot spunk straight down her predator’s throat, and all over herself. Shivering and shaking her way into the shark’s jaws, she descended still rigid and twitching. Grey at least matched that cumshot in volume, if not the sheer intensity, shooting it across the surface of the stage. He could save that for when someone was devouring him.

Shuddering and groaning in the aftermath of an orgasm that only got pushed longer by the warmth of leopard cum pumping inside of him, Grey slumped into Mahiri’s embrace while he watched the end of that first performance. Mazzy made sure to milk out as much cum from her prey as she could with flicks of her nimble tongue. When the vixen gave her last spurt, the shark suddenly tossed her head back and whipped those legs around so she could stuff them away with a growl of her own. There was more demon in that girl than it seemed sometimes, and never was it more apparent when she was indulging herself in live, squirming prey. Forcing her meal down in heavy, nearly crushing swallows and hard pushes of those paws came accompanied by plenty more chomping. She was still mostly careful, at least.

Holding out her arms and showing herself off as her belly swelled, Mazzy couldn’t have been more attractive in that moment. At least to Grey. He leaned back against Mahiri, huffing, getting hard again, flexing on that cock inside of him. If the leopard wanted, he would have been happy to get fucked again while watching his mistress digest someone, but Mahiri set to slowly pulling out. A nice mess of cum leaked from under the shark’s tail as he found himself on his feet once more. Though shaky, he found his balance when the cat nudged him forward, and sent him confidently striding into Mazzy’s welcoming embrace.

She grinned ever so brightly, if wickedly, when she scooped him up and pressed him close. The oil dripping from her skin was all over him in seconds, helping to make every touch and rub that much smoother. He could feel that bulge of fox, that outline of writhing both beneath the pleasantly textured shark skin. Mazzy didn’t have to ask him to start rubbing. He just wanted to help Mistress’ meal settle in comfortably - not that she really needed the help. Her humming and groaning showed her appreciation nonetheless. Kneading and massaging, he could already feel the aggressive gurgles, the squeezes pressing down on all that meat. Of course that girl wasn’t going to last long. Not when Mazzy was that excited, with her cock twitching up against Grey’s chest while he nuzzled and kissed her belly.

It only took a little guidance to direct him where he needed to be. She scooped him up and let his own shaft press tightly to her gut while she held him. Humping at that bulge was simply an automatic response. It came over his body before he could do anything about it, leaving him jostling and jiggling that outline of the vixen, feeling every little detail growing softer and softer with every rapid churn. Mazzy was far from savouring her meal. She was breaking down and absorbing that writhing prey despite the muffled cries inside. For as nice as the shark demon could be, sometimes she liked being just a little mean to those who liked that kind of thing.

Crushing someone into little more than sludge in her gut certainly counted for that. Grey was pretty sure he heard a scream or two - but also plenty of moans to compliment those. The harsh digestion was the fun of it, for predator and prey alike. Mazzy was definitely enjoying it, squishing her pet’s dick to her belly to let him feel it shrinking right down. Sinking his own shaft into the groove of her navel let him feel the plush layer on her belly growing all the softer with his every adoring grind. She directed his creamed ass down on her cock in time when her belly was small enough, slicking her shaft up in an instant thanks to all that leopard cum. Having him second just meant everything was sloppier.

She fucked him until that gut stopped squirming, but there were still plenty more noisy churns to enjoy. Mazzy thickened out as she went balls-deep in his butt. Grey could feel her curves growing softer as she absorbed everything that fox had been. She got more than just weight from her meal, too. In the midst of those deep strokes, in those dripping, pumping slaps of shark nuts to his tight butt, he felt her catching just a little. Suddenly each thrust wasn’t so smooth, wasn’t so effortless. Mazzy had to put some force into wedging herself inside him every time, for reasons that weren’t immediately clear, until they blissfully, orgasmically were.

A lunge and a happy gnash of her jaws, and she left him yelping for her when she slammed that newly formed knot inside of him all at once. It wedged inside his rump and locked there to press against all his most sensitive places at once, milking him, draining him of all the cum he had left. Or so he assumed, anyway. She was always good at getting more from him than he thought he could give. That much was clear from the thick, potent ropes he offered to paint her softened middle and her fattened tits. It was nearly a demon-sized cumshot of his own for how good that newly knotted shark cock felt pressing against his button, all in tribute to his mistress, soaking her oiled body with everything he could give her while she doubled every drop he shot in return.

Her approval was never in doubt, but the grin she wore in the aftermath of that digestive orgasm was always comforting. She was still buried in him, still filling him up until his belly swelled and his throat began to well up with her cum. Amid the tingles, he swore he could feel her seed swimming within him as if looking for a place to plant. He could feel her balls pumping against his backside while she stuffed him, claiming him yet again, and they were still twitching even when she was done cumming inside him for the moment. Her excitement pulsed through her shaft and the rest of her body alike as she held him close, turning to the side so he could stay with her, knotted and wrapped around her body. Watching the big cat work was the perfect activity while they basked in mutual afterglow with his beloved mistress.

Never was it more apparent what a big cat that leopard was when she laid eyes on the prettiest zebra in all the club. That curvy twink wandered on stage all on his own, of his own free will, exposing his striped back to the cat without so much as a second thought. Mazzy grinned delightedly, beckoning to him, leaving him slowly trotting over towards her and Grey in a stupor. It was precisely the moment Mahiri needed to crouch low, wiggle her tail, and launch herself into a devastating pounce that Grey swore shook the entire club at once. He feared for that poor twink’s body, but the zebra didn’t break into a thousand pieces on impact like it seemed he might.

A bray and a gasp, and then he was silent once the leopard got her jaws around his throat. She held him like that a while, simply biting him, slowly draining the air from his lungs, humping his cute butt in those impeccably tempting shorts. Yet she didn’t tear his clothes away to fuck him like Grey assumed she would. Instead, she released her grip of fangs just long enough for that zebra to get out another cry while she repositioned. A swift crawl over his fallen body left him silent once more once she got his head between her thighs, resting her balls snugly atop his head and his two-toned hair. From there, she could squeeze the squirms right out of him.

Compressing his skull in one of the softest places on her body wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to him. His struggles grew less and less intense until he was barely even twitching after a nice, long thigh-choke. Grey wondered if Mahiri had simply killed him after enough squeezing, but he managed a few gasps when she finally released him once more. The zebra remained prone even once he had his freedom from that spotty prison. The way he was tenting his shorts near to bursting made it clear what he thought about the whole experience. All Mahiri had to do was reach down and unzip those bottoms to let that flared cock spring free, hefty and thick despite the striped boy’s curvy figure.

She gave it a few strokes and then cruelly left it to twitch and even drip without her attention as she staked her claim on the cute thing once more. That time, the zebra really didn’t get much air at all when she lowered her perspiring rump down on his face to completely overtake his features and pleasantly drown him in feline musk all at once. She was sweating all the more with every moment spent basking in that richly heated, humid environment, glistening under the lights. Grey had to admit he was a little jealous of that zebra, seeing how elegant Mahiri looked making a throne out of her prey. That didn’t change when he saw what came next.

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to Grey that his mistress’ mother was every bit as predatory as Mazzy herself. Mahiri casually pressed herself down on the zebra’s face until she began to smoothly engulf him whole. She rumbled so deeply the whole time that even Grey himself could feel it emanating out towards him. He swore he shared in a little of the cat’s own pleasure as she made a dildo and a bulge out of that finely striped, drippingly horny twink. The zebra got his whole head enveloped in the leopard’s rump, pressing out in her belly, leaving them both with their cocks throbbing madly - until it was only hers.

The sudden process of that zebra cock softening didn’t immediately make it clear that it was also [i]shrinking[/i]. So too was the bulge of Mahiri’s prey, getting rapidly absorbed into her body before she even finished consuming him. She wiggled back and forth, riding that face, bouncing up and down to fuck herself with that slim treat, all while claiming inches off his cock and adding them to her own. That shaft got all the sleeker as it swelled out, veiny, plump, and eventually blunt just like the zebra she was churning up beneath her tail. When that femmy thing was little more than a pair of barely-moving legs framed between her cheeks, the leopard crawled forward to let her newly enhanced zebra cock press up between her own tits.

She fucked them slowly while clenching the very last of that zebra away. Her balls were swelling until they were hanging down to the floor with their sheer weight. A few more pumps put the boy away for good, with the last signs of a belly bulge fading away seconds later. He was fully digested with such ease it was like he never existed. The immense, pulsing tension in Mahiri’s new cock was the last sign of him, along with the sloshing load of spunk packing her nuts so very tight. Of course Mazzy had to go get a taste of that.

“I’ll be right back!” she assured Grey, wriggling and tugging to get her knot out of him.

The process alone left him with his toes curling and his eyes watering. A cry welled up in his throat but didn’t quite escape, to go along with the orgasm he didn’t quite have. He could wait. The sight of mother and daughter settling down for a mutual titfuck around that glossy black zebra cock was worth the edging. Mahiri and Mazzy kissed as they humped and rubbed on each other’s slick skin and fur, grinding all around that trophy dick until it flared and bulged, pumping out such an excess of precum that Grey could already hear the juices splattering over the both of them before Mahiri even came.

Rapidly churning down that zebra came with a load near the size and weight of his entire body. Mahiri erupted all at once with a fierce roar. Grey flinched away from the sound briefly, but seeing how happy Mazzy was in that situation reassured him plenty. He sat up, simply grasping but not stroking himself to savour in the sight of leopard and shark alike getting hosed down in all that pent up prey-cum, in that thick, hot spunk that added yet another layer of musk to their surroundings. They nearly vanished under the torrent at first, until it all dripped down their drenched curves and left them grinding together until the very end of the minutes-long release.

There was more than just cum all pent up in Mahiri’s smooth-skinned balls. Grey caught a glimpse of that wispy form floating between the spotted demons for just a moment before they lunged for it. Shark and leopard alike latched onto that ghostly soul, that last remnant of the zebra at the very same time, digging their teeth into the semi-solid form on either end. There was no need to fight over it. They could gnaw their way down to the middle together until they were kissing all around it, biting deeply into the spiritual body of the digested twink until they neatly snapped it in two in a gush of juices.

A smooth blue stream of fluids ran down their chins and busts as they mulched and chewed that precious thing, as they were feasting on a particularly luscious berry, destroying that vital piece for their own pleasure. Grey might have been afraid, but he trusted that even something so drastic wasn’t for [i]ever[/i] if it was Mazzy doing it. Spending a good, long while trapped as part of two gorgeous demons all at once didn’t sound so bad to him.

Even drained of all that cum, Mahiri didn’t soften. She rubbed her stolen cock against her daughter with enough vigour that Mazzy almost toppled. They were whispering something to each other, something that eventually made the shark giggle with excitement. Then up Mahiri got, setting her eyes on the other shark once more. She was dripping and trailing cum as she moved, sweating too, panting hot steam on approach, eyes blazing with emerald fire that left Grey briefly intimidated. He scooched back on his rear a little. Bracing himself for the big cat’s confident arrival seemed prudent, but he soon found himself dropping his guard when he glanced past the leopard and saw Mazzy beaming at him. She gave him a thumb’s up just to make sure he knew it was all going to be okay, in a demony way.

Grey got his own taste of that newly transformed shaft when the leopard drew close enough. She didn’t need to be forceful. He shoved himself right up against it as soon as he could, drawing his tongue up along its length, swishing it along the veiny details, cleaning up all the cum he could. Just a few licks, and enough welled up in his mouth to warrant a deep, satisfying gulp. He didn’t let that distract him from the task for long, diving back in, nuzzling his way down until he could kiss her nuts and lap at those just as thoroughly. There was plenty for him to enjoy, plenty of added musk to melt his mind, until all he could think about was worshipping the cat like she was his mistress herself. At least until Mazzy’s indulgences distracted him.

The shark’s appetites weren’t limited to those easily manipulated and corrupted mortals. She soon had her eyes fixated on a particular dragoness in the crowd, one who had already been terrorizing some of the more delectable morsels before they could get away. There was something strange about her, something almost eldritch, with her four bright eyes and the tentacles seemingly sprouting from her long, splitting tail. Some of those features reminded Grey a little bit of mommy Senka, though the dragon didn’t share that same comforting elegance. Nor the domineering presence, judging by how easily she found herself scooped up by the shark.

Was that allowed? Demons didn’t exactly play by many rules, though they seemed oddly cooperative whenever Grey had met them. Maybe Mazzy kept him from the meaner ones. The dragoness didn’t seem to mind too much when she found herself pulled into the oiled up shark’s embrace. Mazzy didn’t even fuck her, just squeezed her, held her close and pressed their bodies as tightly together as she possibly could. Then they got even closer. It was subtle at first, watching that scaly form writhing against the shark’s shiny skin until the two of them seemed slightly stuck, slightly adhered to each other. A little more squeezing was all it took to make that tentacled dragon start to sink inside.

The realization warranted some additional squirms, some fusses and even growls from Mazzy’s prey, but that dragon was as good as stuck. All that movement just made her sink in more quickly, as if she was fighting against quicksand. Mazzy was beaming the entire time, as usual. She kept squeezing over the curves of her prey until she was mostly just groping herself. Their thighs became one once the dragon’s feet had fully vanished, and the dragon’s surprised, confused, or perhaps simply aroused face disappeared between the tits she was becoming. She never so much as made a bulge when her very last purple scale gleamed its final gleam before becoming part of the sharkess. Though she certainly passed on her gifts quickly.

Mazzy stretched her arms over her head, cracking her knuckles as she swayed her newly enhanced tail. It didn’t take long for it to divide at the tip, neatly opening into three parts to reveal the black tentacles wriggling within. They curled and grasped at the air while she tested them out, nodding to herself, looking increasingly delighted about the whole thing. Grey had to admit he found it pretty hot that his mistress could so easily consume another demon, just like that. Newly equipped with a tail maw like that, he wondered if there was anyone she [i]couldn’t[/i] eat.

He didn’t let it distract him too much from worshipping those silky, fattened balls. They were still so immensely plump, even after all the mess Mahiri had made. He slathered them until Mazzy approached and leaned down close to where he was sprawled out, licking her mom’s nuts. Her little giggle was delightful to hear.

“You two are getting along [i]so[/i] well, I love it!”

“He’s a very good shark. You’ve left your mark on him in more ways than one. He knows exactly how to behave.” The leopard purred a little more deeply, just for Grey, stroking behind his ears a few times.

“Hey, lemme try this on ya, Grey.” Mazzy curled her tail around her hip to give him a good look at its drooling, slimy depths. “Not to eatcha with it, though I [i]really[/i] want to. I’ll let you watch me gulp down whoever I get though!”

Grey would have been content even if she decided it was the end of his night right there. Staring into that tunnel, all framed by dripping tentacles, he felt like he was going to cum on the spot. Instead, he simply moaned as she curled those slippery appendages under his chin and then around his neck, slowly inching him away from the leopardess and into her clutches. She couldn’t help but stuff one of those tentacles right down his throat with a deep [i]squelch[/i] - and he could tell how good that felt for her by the long, growling moan she gave as soon as she was snug in his gullet.

She slowly fucked his throat as she dragged him in. He wondered for just a moment if she was getting carried away, if she was going to give into the urge to use her new toy even if she’d told him otherwise. But she’d never break a promise to him, he knew. She simply engulfed him all at once, bulging her tail with his upper body, until he was little more than a pair of legs dangling there, coated in all the juices raining from her new maw. It was his turn to moan when she swallowed his cock to the very base and let him feel it pressed against those rippling, squeezing inner muscles gulping all around him without taking him any deeper.

Feeling like he was half-swallowed by a snake, Grey found himself subjected to the most intense massage of his life. She slipped him back out a little, then dragged him in, over and over, all but sucking on him while she kneaded his body with her tentacles as much as the slick walls inside her tail. The juices were only getting thicker, sticking to him like syrup when they weren’t simply splashing out on the floor, She made such a mess suckling on him, surrounding him in all the [i]schlicking[/i] he could possibly handle, moving that bulge of shark pet back and forth until her knotted cock was swollen to the very brink.

The orgasm that struck him felt like it was happening in his entire body at once. He felt it in his toes once Mazzy really massaged it out of him. A heavy [i]splurch[/i] of cum painted him and the innards of her hungry tail. He felt a few more distinct flexes like she was about to snatch up the last few inches of his body, and it only kept him spurting for her all the longer. She was only teasing him, spitting him out to dislodge her tentacle from his throat, letting him splash down to the floor in a puddle of himself, drenched to his very core in that uniquely smooth tail-drool.

He glanced over to find Mahiri deeply engaged with some prey of her own. Mazzy moved to secure the long, strong legs of a musclebound hyena. The leopardess had that powerful body half engulfed in her zebra cock, sitting back with her legs spread wide, her balls nestled down to the floor and expanding with the weight of her mighty prey. She didn’t look like she needed the help, but with Mazzy clutching the big yeen’s ankles she could clench him away all the more easily. The cat lashed her tail a few times as those alarmed cackles grew more and more muffled deep down in her heavy nuts, filling out with the bulge of that impressive figure. One good pop and mist of juices from her flared tip sealed that stud’s fate.

Grey needed a little time. He was somehow still spurting, like he was having an after-orgasm instead of an afterglow. Every single inch of his body was encased in Mazzy’s various juices. He was in bliss. Such a state was the perfect opportunity for mother and daughter to have a little fun churning up yet another living meal. Even compared to that hefty cock, Mahiri’s nuts were massive with the size of her prey, jumping and sloshing with the hyena’s vigorous struggles. He struck and kicked out at his surroundings, and all he got for her valiant efforts was one firm, commanding [i]clench[/i] to put him in his place.

His yips and yaps remained strong though two more of those powerful squeezes. After that, his voice fell to faint groaning, mixed in with the gurgling of his prison. Mahiri’s balls pressed down on him as if to juice him to nothing on the spot, encouraged by Mazzy’s vigorous kneading, nuzzling, and even licking. The shark helped her mother churn that handsome man into nut slop with all her attention, keeping that equine cock twitching above her and raining down traces of what the hyena had been all over Mazzy’s spotty back. Mahiri’s balls were already filling out, smoothing over and expanding with the sheer volume of all that fresh spunk. A little longer and the hyena’s voice was imperceptible to Grey over the potent, endless [i]glurrrrrn[/i] of predatory leopard nuts.

Happily wrecked and caught up in lingering ecstasy though he might have been, Grey could still enjoy all the sounds that came with churning up that great big hyena. Harsh, long [i]glorrrrps[/i] were mixed in with rapid-fire [i]glut glut gluts[/i], all accompanied by the rubbery sound of straining, and perhaps a bit of crunching as well. He didn’t hear any voices. The bulge of the big guy was already smoothed over in so many places there probably wasn’t anything in there to cry out with. Instead, that figure collapsed under the pressure, [i]scrunched[/i] down into little more than a ball in the middle of Mahiri’s balls for the cat to rapidly clench on. A ravenous look in her eyes shone brightly as she worked to snuff out the very last spark of mortal life inside her, and claim that soul for her own.

That wasn’t the only thing she stole from her meal. Though his vision was blurred, Grey could already see the leopard’s muscles building. All the benefits of an extended workout schedule, none of the time or sweat. Well, maybe a little of the sweat, judging by her glistening all the more. Her body was bulkier, flexing taut all over with some impressive strength that mingled with her curves in a naturally impossible way. She raised her arms to show them off with a few stretches and flexes just as Mazzy deepthroated her way straight down that zebra cock, swallowing every inch so she could suck the soul right out of those still-churning nuts.

Mahiri put some considerable force on her daughter’s head when she reached down to plant her hand there, tugging at Mazzy’s locks, shoving her down even harder. Grey wasn’t initially sure how he felt about watching his mistress getting handled so roughly, but he could hear those moans, even with her throat full of her mother’s transformed cock. Of course Mazzy loved every second of getting harshly gullet-fucked by that monster of a dick. It was even bigger after swallowing and melting that hyena into cream, gaining some extra girth to go with that big fat load. A few more dives, a few more swallows around its length and Mazzy got her wish.

Not only did she still know how to suck despite the teeth, she knew how to swallow. Chugging down that creamed up yeen straight from mother cat’s twitching tap, Mazzy guzzled fresh spunk like it was her lifeblood. She made sure not to drink every single drop, as much as she probably could have. It wasn’t for the strain on her softened belly that she pulled back off that flared out cock. She just loved how it felt to get her skin coated in cum. Grey knew that well by then, but watching it was no less a pleasure. She looked good all oiled up, and even better splattered with an excess of thick feline jizz.

When they finished, and Mahiri sighed into that content, distinctly post-orgasmic rumble, Grey saw Mazzy grinned through the cream coating. She was positively coated, with rivers of white running down her body where it wasn’t simply clinging to her, but that didn’t seem to dampen her enthusiasm in the slightest. She looked up at her mom, and then back at Grey as well.

“I think we can do even [i]more,[/i]” she said. “Did you see who’s here?”

Grey didn’t know who that might have referred to, but Mahiri gave a slow nod. All she needed to do was raise her hand, and beckon to someone way out in the crowd. Such was her power - or perhaps just her connection with her chosen targets. Two dignified felines mounted the stage with ease, leaping up as if they had no care for gravity itself. Grey didn’t see much of a family resemblance - one was a beautiful blue-furred tigress with a particularly intense violet-eyed stare, the other a sultry black panther with his features partly framed by a long white mane of hair. Though for whatever reason, he could [i]feel[/i] it. That was definitely Mahiri’s own parents. They hardly looked the age to have a full grown granddaughter, but he knew well that demons worked in strange ways.

A little extended eye contact with Grey was all they needed to understand exactly who he was. The tigress gave him a short nod, the panther casually saluted him, and left him to his wallowing in lust and awe. There was still such a show for Grey to see, and he was going to be so close to every forbidden act that he could taste it. Mahiri gave her parents an extended purr of greeting, one that resonated through the entire stage.

“Mom. Dad. I didn’t expect to see you here, but I know you’re always looking for a new thrill to share. Tonight, I think, those won’t be your names. You’re just Indi and Nav to me now.”

“Well put. Hi sweetie!” Nav waved to the shark, who merrily waved back.

The tigress simply nodded, though she seemed to approve in a stoic sort of way. Mahiri gestured, and Grey watched as those eyes lit up with recognition and lust. Somehow he just knew that it wasn’t the first time Mahiri had mesmerized her own parents - and that it wasn’t something they accepted unwillingly. Indira’s violet gaze grew warmer, if still intense as she approached. Naveen’s green eyes matched his daughter’s, even if his fur didn’t. Together they stripped down for the leopard and the shark alike, who basked together in casual cum-dripping aftermath, sprawling themselves before their younger generations to indulge in the most carnal of all worship.

Grey squirmed just watching, and not out of any discomfort. Every stroke of tongue over those smooth nuts, or glossing up and down those coated shafts was just so [i]naughty[/i], and the whole club was seeing it. Or at least those who weren’t distracted by the chaos around them, or causing it. He wanted to see them do so much more, and he didn’t have to wait long to get his wish. Mazzy grabbed herself a nice big handful of Nav’s white locks and shoved that panther right down on her dick to the knot. To his credit, he hardly flinched, sucking that shark off while his own shaft unsheathed. It couldn’t compare to the size of his offspring, but it was impressive in its own way.

Mahiri kept that transformed horsecock grinding against the soft tiger’s cheek, and neck, laying it over her shoulder to drip down the bare stripes on her back. Indira gave a rough lick along the base, right where sheath met fur, provoking a thump of lust from that massive shaft draped over her. She was already soaked in her corrupted daughter’s scent, and only going deeper into total intoxication with every breath, every generous sniff of that emanating warmth, of that positively sinful musk. It was all the more reason to give herself entirely to the leopard’s desires.

Mazzy made that panther suck on her a while, but she didn’t actually finish. She slowly pulled her spit-shined shaft from the black cat’s mouth and dabbed it off on his cheek before turning her head to the tigress. That pretty panther was left all stretched out and aroused, but he didn’t seem to mind the shift in attention when both shark and leopard alike began to grope and rub along the curves of the blue cat. Mazzy made sure to give the black cat a little grin while she took a great big handful of tigress tit.

“I know how much you love to watch. Mahiri didn’t even have to tell me. It’s just that [i]look[/i] in your eyes when we get our hands all over her.” Mazzy sounded like she was teasing, until she just couldn’t help herself and added, “It’s [i]so[/i] cute! I hope you really enjoy watching us knock her up together.”

Everything was so soft and intimate that Grey found himself startled when the cat and shark were suddenly on their feet. He probably should have expected such a shift in energy by then, in all his time with Mazzy. The tigress was swiftly off her paws, pinned between two demons, but she still looked utterly confident about the whole situation. Such a steady feline she was, steeled for what was to come even as two huge, transformed cocks playfully duelled for position between her legs. Mazzy pressed up close behind the cat, breasts to back, teeth casually playing along Indi’s shoulder, and Mahiri simply went in for the kiss right around the moment her broad, freshly flared tip found its place at the very centre of those tender, aching lips.

Grey probably shouldn’t have assumed they were going to take turns, either. He was so caught up in the moment, in the [i]performance[/i] of it all that everything was stunning to him. Mazzy pressed up to the underside of that plunging cock and took an angle that let her stretch and stuff that tigress even more than she already was. Either they were lending her some hint of demonic durability or she was simply that tough, that flexible that she could take two womb-bulging dicks all at once without even screaming. She certainly gave some snarls though, right into the mouth of her spotted daughter once she and Mazzy were snugly buried inside of her.

Naveen was all about watching, though he wasn’t going to just lie there and cum about it. Grey was so nicely slick and appealing, and far too mesmerized to sense a sneaky panther crawling up behind him. Nav didn’t so much pounce as he simply overtook the shark, getting on his back and embracing him in warmth and rumbles. The more he touched and rubbed, the more clear the family resemblance became. All those little subtle strokes and squeezes felt so familiar. He was moaning before the black cat even mounted him, and making even more noise when he got a cock beneath his shark tail, pushing into his nicely creamed hole for a casual round. A nice gentle fuck like that only enhanced their viewing experience rather than distracted from it.

Sloppy, snarling, soaking incestual breeding was the kind of sinful sight that left Grey’s jaw dropping. He could feel the ever-so-forbidden nature of such an act radiating off of all three bodies, pouring out with every thrust. Sometimes Mazzy and Mahiri alternated, pumping back and forth, to leave the tigress getting fucked at every single moment. Other times they changed up their rhythm to double up and pound that cat even harder, to slam the snarls out of her and send her spiralling even deeper into the kind of pleasure that put her body into immense, needy heat. She may have been an older woman, but by scent alone Grey could tell it was going to be ever so easy to knock her up. Especially with demon seed.

The movement and the viciousness involved made it feel like a rush, but Grey was more and more aware of just how much time was really passing. The doors remained locked and the indulgences continued all around them, spilling into what [i]should[/i] have been morning, but definitely was not. They fucked that tigress for hours, and Grey spent that same time gently pinned beneath the panther, snuggled close with that warm cat, getting his prostate thoroughly massaged all throughout. He was at the same time numb as he was tingling with every single thrust, taking as much pleasure from them as the very first. His cock ached for release, but he was patient. He wanted to see the ending of the show.

Watching Indira’s ironclad demeanour slowly melted away under the constant assault of pure, body-testing pleasure was a treat all its own. With their combined strength, their relentless, sloppy fucking, Mahiri and Mazzy drove her deeper into her depraved self. She wasn’t snarling anymore. She was mewling for them, longing for the breeding such a nimble, elegant body deserved. The closer they got, the harder Nav fucked Grey, taking out all his own voyeuristic pleasure on the shark beneath him, but he was never anything resembling aggressive.

The same couldn’t be said for the mother daughter pair unleashing themselves on the tigress. They jammed deep inside her pussy, harder, rougher, faster, slamming her until it seemed like they were simply trying to harm her. Indi soaked it all up without complaint, showing her teeth but unable to snarl any longer. In any other context, her moans would have sounded performative, cheaply pornographic, but getting double-penetrated by two generations of her offspring, driven closer and closer to being bred with an incestual litter of demi-demons was exactly the kind of pleasure that warranted such screaming.

A driving, gnashing climax left the pair lunging forth to pin her even more tightly between them both. A pop of knot and medial ring alike, a little more pushing, a little more stretching to bury both shafts directly in her breedable womb, balls-deep to let her feel all those flexes and pumps, and they finally gave her what they wanted. Three generations in perfect sync threw themselves into a collective orgasm so potent Grey felt as if he absorbed some of its energy. He certainly heard every last squelching detail of the tigress squirting while the demons resoundingly impregnated her, bloating her womb in seconds with that tainted seed, leaving her to overflow and break a little more in their grasp until she was a drooling, [i]mrawling[/i] mess that hardly resembled the stern cat she’d been when she leapt up on that stage.

She was swollen up to pregnant-sized and a little more once two pairs of nuts stopped twitching against her folds. They held her a little longer, laying their kisses and licks all over her as she panted, doggishly. Grey got himself nicely filled up too, humped hard by the panther watching his wife getting bred. All that energy poured out into the shark while the demons handled Indi with such possessive greed. They groped her, they rubbed her belly, they helped her settle. The tigress drooped her head and gave it a few shakes, and just like that, she seemed relatively like herself again - if a very squirmy, satisfied version of that dignified older mother Grey had seen.

It took some time to slowly slop their way free of her vise-grip cunt. They left her swollen, leaking, and contented, slightly staggering but nonetheless able to walk on her own after that rutting. Her pussy tightened as if never stretched to its limits by those two cocks, and Grey got to taste exactly what a mess they made of her in time. She settled down with the mortal shark to casually wrap her thighs around his head and shoulders, drawing him in for a good post-breeding cleanup while Mahiri tugged Nav up and into her clutches. He pulled out of Grey in time to leave a few ropes of spunk over the shark’s rear, before he found himself confronted by the demons looming over him, looking so much larger even if they didn’t have much actual height on him.

“We were kind of debating who was really going to [i]get[/i] you for a bit,” Mazzy said, which came as a surprise to Grey. Maybe she meant before it all started, though that implied it wasn’t all indulgent chaos in the way demons did best. He listened intently as the shark continued, leaning in close to the calm, still-aroused panther. “And as much as I really, really wanna have you all to myself, or maybe even to [i]share[/i] ... I think it just makes so much more sense for you to end up on mom’s tits.”

Mahiri pressed close at that, to give her father a good squish of everything he was going to become.

“How will it feel, jiggling on me while your tigress swells with our seed, corrupted from within a little more each day?”

That didn’t seem to phase Nav in the slightest. He pressed right back, and let himself be caught up in the collective lust, giving his best big cat purrs as his means of an answer. They surrounded him and pinned him, with Mazzy mounting up behind so she could clutch his hips and fuck that ass right into Mahiri’s waiting jaws, eventually. First the leopard had to kiss the black cat on the forehead, part her jaws, and begin the descent over his face, engulfing him one inch at a time despite the ravenousness gurgling loudly inside her.

Indi stroked Grey’s back and laid her gut against him as if to comfort him. He certainly wasn’t upset by what he was seeing. Turned on, certainly, but far from repelled. Even as that pretty panther turned into a throat bulge for his daughter to gulp right down, while getting hammered by Mazzy’s persistent thrusts, Grey kept watching with delight. Mahiri made a feast out of Naveen, making sure to thoroughly slather and savour him all over. He was positively bathed in her saliva while he disappeared, with streams running down his back, chased by the leopard’s fangs gnawing their way over her prey. Such a special meal got much more attention than anyone else the corrupted cat had devoured that night - if it was indeed the same night anymore.

Sampling all those contours and tastes could only keep that inner beast at bay for so long. A snap of jaws, a whip of her head, and Mahiri lifted the panther from his paws. She lowered herself so Mazzy’s thrusts could direct him straight down her throat more easily. The panther got one last good cumshot all over his daughter’s tits, and then right into her mouth when she scooped her tongue under the cock that made her, drawing it into her maw, her throat, and deeper. She held him there, framed in her teeth for just long enough to let Mazzy finish mostly inside him. The shark pulled out to give that ass a good glazing, as if lubing it up for the final gulp.

Those long, elegant legs were as smooth to slurp away as his soft tail. Mahiri made a meal out of him like any other meat she’d churned up through the night. She’d eaten so many people to build curves like that, carving them down to her perfect, deadly form. Another was hardly enough to make her blink, but she gave that one some special attention. So did Mazzy, getting down on her knees to join the leopard in some rubbing, and some humping too when she got a little excited. Taking Grey’s hand, Indi guided him over to join in on the fun of feeling and listening to that panther churn. The noises were already ramping up moments after he touched down and curled up in Mahiri’s stretched gut.

She digested him like he was meant for her all along. He barely lasted under all that pressure. Maybe all the rubbing helped speed the process along. As did the leopard’s borrowed muscles, making every squeeze on the curvy cat that much more potent with abs like that. Details smoothed over and collapsed under the pressure with ease. Grey got to appreciate the feeling of that handsome cat who’d fucked him so nicely turning softer under his hands. He kneaded and squeezed Nav just to feel those details melting away, sloshing down to sludge for the leopardess to absorb. His eyes strayed up just to see how big Mahiri’s tits were getting already, accidentally catching her gaze in the process.

She didn’t seem to mind. Reaching out to take him by the wrists and guide him to her bust, she simply nodded to him when he silently asked for permission to squeeze. After that, all restraint was gone. He kneaded and gripped those breasts to feel them expanding under his fingers, squishing deeply into those expanding curves. She was getting thicker all over the more her belly shrank, but most of that panther went to her chest. He was like a trophy, one meant for being admired while she fondly growled her approval out to her worshipper.

Just a little more churning and her belly flattened without much ceremony. Naveen simply sank into his daughter, digested away without a big final gasp to mark the moment. She absorbed him and claimed him. How thoroughly, Grey couldn’t really say. He felt that silence though, that sudden sensation of there being one less person involved in all that intimate touching. He fell into Mahiri’s embrace once more, leaning his face against her bust, listening to her heartbeat beneath the added softness. It was surprisingly steady for someone who had just digested a family member.

Mazzy eventually patted him on the butt. “Hey, you keep mom’s mom company for a bit, will you? There’s something we have to do.”

It was no trouble for Grey. All cats were good for snuggling against. It was easy to forget Indi wasn’t already pregnant. She was already sporting a rounded belly like she’d been growing for months. Maybe she even had been. Time was terribly blurred to Grey by then. He pressed close to the tigress and felt her stroke her claws along his spine in such a way to make him shiver just right. Wiggling a bit, giving her a gentle nibble, he offered her as much attention as he could provide, knowing he was about to be distracted.

A great, dark pit opened at the command of the demon-touched mother and daughter. Grey could feel its depths emanating from where he was. He didn’t know what was at the bottom, or if there even was one. That didn’t prevent shark and leopard alike from approaching it and squatting over it to rid themselves of the prey they’d consumed over the course of the night so far. He knew they didn’t mind him watching. Mazzy never did, at least. He leaned back against Indi’s chest and felt the tigress casually stroking at his cock while he witnessed the obscene act on display before him, admittedly a little flustered by it all. Especially knowing who it was - and how easily it could have been him.

They squeezed and joined in on a relaxed, collective dump of their former prey. Even from where he was, Grey caught that curious twinkle of blue light in the shit they pushed out. There was some trace of those digested souls in what they sent below. He still wondered if those could ever be restored, or if his mistress really was churning people for good, so very casually. Mostly, he focused on the depraved sight of them enjoying the relief that came with sending those many pounds of bone-flecked waste down into the unknown depths.

Grey’s mind returned to the prey that it all used to be. The vixen Mazzy so easily swallowed, the zebra Mahiri sat on, the dragoness the shark absorbed - and of course the panther the leopard had so casually devoured like he was any other meal, they were all gone, all used up and added to the bodies he adored. He watched them shit their prey out, knowing it wasn’t going to take long at all before they were hungry for more. It was only a matter of time before one of them turned their appetite to him, and he didn’t mind that thought at all.

Once they were done, they briefly departed from the stage and left him all alone with Indi. He slowly looked up at the tigress, not for comfort, just out of curiosity over what she thought of it all. Actually hearing her speak was almost startling, given just how quiet she’d been until then.

“Prepare yourself. I know them well, when they’re in this kind of mood.” She spoke quietly, but the fondness in her voice was evident. “Tonight may last for some time. One way or another.”

At least she confirmed he wasn’t crazy. Time really was moving differently in that place. He’d seen the crowd go from carnal indulgence, fucking and devouring, to resting, and starting all over again. The hordes didn’t touch him, though. Even fiends knew who owned him. It only remained to see exactly how they wished to finish their performance, with him as the star of the show. He should have known a pounce was coming.

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Mazzy moved like a cat herself when she wanted to. Though she was freshly washed and dripping, it wasn’t long before she was sweating all over him, clutching him, rolling with him, and then pinning him. She was humping him in seconds, and Mahiri was there to pick up any slack she left. Grey barely got a chance to gasp before he had a knotty shark cock in his ass, jammed deep all at once to take advantage of just how well-lubed he was, how thoroughly creamed. Mahiri kept him quiet by feeding her dick right down his throat, pressing it firmly to his tongue to make sure he tasted it as thoroughly as he could.

“We were talking a bit, mom and I,” Mazzy said, huffing and giggling a little, already thrusting hard under his tail. “I think we really wanna get you all knocked up too. You’d like that, right? Getting all nice and swollen for us? You’d be such a hot preggo shark really ... and I have this really good idea for it when you’re done ...”

Mahiri raised her hand, casually throat-fucking the shark. “Slow down a little, girl. I don’t think he can answer you right now anyway. Let’s fuck him and see how his body reacts. That’s when we’ll know if he’s [i]ripe.[/i]”

“Mmmm. Mmhmm!” Mazzy nodded with an excited moan. “Okay Grey, this is gonna be a [i]lot[/i], but ... you know me!”

She couldn’t wait any longer. A lunge and a plunge of her knot locked her inside his rump, only for her to pull out again with a resounding, devastating [i]pop[/i]. She made him tingle all over, quivering while he swallowed all that zebra cock, getting filled up with precum. That alone was enough to trigger something deep inside of him. He couldn’t have explained it, but it felt to him like all new muscles were contracting, like previously dormant nerves were lighting up with pleasure, and he was just squeezing tighter and tighter on Mazzy’s knot as a result. It clicked after a few more good thrusts. They were fucking him breedable, driving him into some sweetly heated state unlike anything he’d ever felt before that. Demon cock really was that good.

Mahiri didn’t even finish in his mouth. She slowly slipped back, dripping juices on his face, leaving him panting the steam of her musk. Up she got, shuffling along casually, swaying her tail. She pressed her hip against Mazzy’s own, and took her spot beneath Grey’s tail, prodding her slick tip against his butt a few times. He never would have been able to take that knot before Mazzy’s gifts, but with her influence, he felt like he could do anything. Even if it meant getting double-penetrated by two demons with their oversized, prey-fed cocks all at once.

“Good boy ... that's my good little Grey ... “ Mazzy said to him, softly cooing in contrast to her boisterous tone of earlier.

It was enough to make Grey slump down and happily sigh, easily taking that extra dick without so much as a moment of discomfort. There was perhaps some strain, but it was only to deal with all the pleasure they were giving him. They felt so good all packed together in his backside, stuffing him to the very brink, stretching him but never breaking him. He couldn’t even tell what his g-spot was anymore. It was all so sensitive, so intense with the need to get [i]bred[/i], to let those feisty creatures knock him up, no matter what that ended up doing to his body. He wanted to belong to them, unquestionably.

Mazzy probably could have easily made him a girl for that special occasion. That she didn’t could have only meant one thing - she wanted to breed his butt instead. Mahiri pounded hard, in long, smooth thrusts, and Mazzy rapidly humped, driving him to the brink of something way beyond orgasm. Grey ended up cumming on himself before he was even ready, but that ecstasy was only building to something more. They slapped his butt with their nuts, spanking him as they drove into him, stretching his belly with their combined girth. Grey found himself wondering how much cum Mahiri’s prey contributed to the weight of her balls - especially her father, all melted and gone. They buried deep, growled in his ears, clawed him. Mazzy bit him a few times, just hard enough to feel it without hurting, in the way he’d grown to love. He was so close to something spectacular, and nothing could stop him.

His own balls swelled up extra tight and plump as if he borrowed a little of their own virility just to make even more of a mess of himself. His cock fired off so hard he recoiled in surprise, maybe even a little frightened of the sheer volume pouring out of him. His mind surged. His thoughts blanked. Everything that mattered in his simple existence was soaking in all the forbidden bliss the demons could provide them while they pumped him full of all that seed. He could feel his body changing just to accommodate it, knocked up in an instant, carrying [i]something[/i] deep inside him for the shark and the leopard alike.

Just because they bred him didn’t mean they were done fucking him. Grey fell into a world of sensations as his belly swelled. They kept him close and fucked his ass, trading off thrusts, filling him with their cum again. Eventually they pulled out just so they could shift him around, smothering him in their increasingly sweaty forms. He was beyond drenched in their musk by then, soaking through his skin, as if his very soul was marked. It probably was, after all they’d done to him.

Shifting between spitroasting him, or merely taking turns with his rump, they made sure to keep him smothered and immersed in their bodies to appreciate all their textures and curves as much as they deserved. He worshipped them when he could, licking the underside of their breasts, their bellies, their balls. Everything was worth lapping at, when he wasn’t simply getting jiggled back and forth by their endless lust. Time had already been slipping through his fingers. He had no idea how long that seemingly endless fuck session had really lasted. His belly was already growing, but that could have just been the cum. Yet so was Indira’s.

She joined the fun as well as the depraved dream turned into something beyond just a marathon. It felt as if it was Grey’s new life. He kissed the tigress and nuzzled her belly as it swelled. Sometimes she merely sat on his face to let him feel all that pregnant weight growing and growing. She was getting so very gravid somewhere around the twelfth cumshot inside him. So was he, and it wasn’t just his belly. The more he tingled with all the demonic love being inflicted upon him, the more his balls started to swell, growing into a plump pair to rival the demons’ own. They were constantly clenching and churning as if they were digesting someone, cooking up so very much cum to milk out of him. Yet just like the first orgasm, he could tell something more was coming, no matter how good he already felt.

When it all finally slowed down he found himself in that familiar position, cradled by the shark he so adored. The stage lights were dim. Mahiri and the very pregnant Indira were off doing something of their own. It was just him and her, snuggled up, pressed close, warm and safe. As far as he was ever safe around someone so impulsive as her. He could feel the little missing pieces of his soul, gnawed away bit by bit and replaced with their corrupting touch. Sometimes he managed to wonder if he was already part demon himself, but mostly he didn’t think at all.

Mazzy gently fucked him, massaging his back as she did. Sometimes she reached around to cup his balls, hefting them up and down to hear them slosh. They barely fit between his thighs by then, swelling to nearly touch his knees. He gritted his teeth and gave the most pathetic whimper he’d ever uttered once that knot kissed against his rim. Mazzy curled her tail around to muffle those sounds with a playful tentacle from her tail-maw, plunging it down his throat with ease. For whatever reason, that felt nearly as good as her cock sliding in and out of his tender rear.

“Let’s see what you’ve been making for me all these months,” she said, licking behind his ear, then lightly biting it.

The revelation of time didn’t do much to phase Grey. It didn’t make much of a difference to him. He sustained himself with all they gave him, thriving on cum and sweat. For all the pleasure, for all the climaxes he’d gone through, the soft sex with Mistress was some of the best sensations yet. She slowly milked him, stroking his cock as she fucked, massaging him inside and out with the kind of touches that told him she knew exactly what his body needed. It wasn’t offspring that was growing inside of him, but a release months in the making.

Building, working, thrusting, Mazzy made him feel claimed all over again with her careful treatment. She made sure not to rush him to the finish. There was still so much to enjoy, so much anticipation to bask in, so much warmth to flow through his body. His feet were dangling off the ground while he rode her, taking her knot over and over, if gently every time. Those smooth pops only added to the pleasure, until it was all but unbearable. He wanted to cry out, to say her name in such a way that expressed exactly how much she meant to him, but there was simply no room for words, not even one.

When the moment finally came, he was half-insane with need. He was trembling so violently in Mazzy’s clutches, but she kept him close the entire time, comforting as could be. The release he craved was everything he hoped for, and so much more. One more stifled cry, pressing back against the shark behind him, and he came harder than he could have ever fathomed. Everything the bred into him came gushing forth ten times over, hosing down his surroundings, painting the stage and leaving waves of his spunk flowing over the edge while Mazzy helped him thoroughly, deliciously milk those plumped up, pregnant balls.

It was the kind of pleasure that left him in awe. He would have been down on his knees in worship of the one who gave it to him, but she held him and hugged him, squishing him a little tighter to her body while he lost himself in all those sensations. It wouldn’t have surprised him if he had just jizzed his very soul out. The release left him feeling so very light, so very empty once he was drained of all the sloppy, corrupted seed they put inside him. After that, there was little more than trembling to be had as he slumped back into Mazzy’s embrace, cherished and hollow.

“Oh, that was [i]so[/i] worth it, wasn’t it? Might have been a little much for your poor body and brain, but don’t worry. I know where to put you while you rest up.”

She still hadn’t actually finished inside of him. Slowly working back and forth with no particular rush, she took the ache and fatigue from Grey’s muscles with every thrust. It wasn’t so much that he was recovering as she was simply altering him into something that couldn’t do much more than throb. His dangling legs slowly fused with that glossy black shaft, and his feet added some weight to her balls. He could feel her every little pulse when she transitioned from fucking his ass to simply stroking herself off, and massaging him in the process. All that remained was to drop his arms to his side and let her finish taking him for her own.

He was drooling her juices before long once he was stiff and straight, half-shark and half-shark-cock alike. Every swing of her hips into her clutching hands made him a little less himself, made him taste her all the more thickly, until he couldn’t groan anymore. There was only a bit of gurgling left to give, and even that went silent when he slipped down smoothly and became part of that uncut cock, feeling the skin rubbing back and forth over the last traces of his features. One more squeeze, and he was fully her dick, adding plenty of extra weight for her to squeeze and rub.

After all that, the cumshot she pumped through him seemed comparatively tame. She jizzed out one last load over the flooded stage just as the sunrise shone through one of the warehouse windows, where the boards had been broken off. The reddish-orange rays illuminated a scene of utter desperation, of a sex-drenched dance floor and a hundred lounging demons licking their lips and rubbing their softened bellies. Not one mortal was walking out of there, at least not alone. They’d fallen into the greedy hands of demons, or into their bellies, balls, or otherwise. Yet for the outside world, it was just another night of celebration.

Grey was simply happy he was with Mazzy yet again, whatever he plans may have been. She patted her dick a few times and left it to drop, letting her pet feel every little detail. He was to be her captive for as long as she liked, and he trusted her to keep him for exactly the right amount of time. There was nothing to do but enjoy her until she decided she wanted to be anything more than her cock. He could thank her for the wonderful night-turned-months by throbbing just right for her whenever she fucked.

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Grey didn’t so much as sense her. Mahiri was a big cat, and he was as good as a gazelle when she snuck up on him. He went rolling and skidding with her across the sex-streaked stage, pinned flat in a moment. Despite the force of her reintroduction, she didn’t bite or growl. A playful tug had him rolling over and into her clutches, pressed against her breasts, subject to smooches on the top of his head. Pressing close like that meant he could hear and feel her belly rumbling alike, no matter how much she’d already eaten. She’d already disposed of someone so close to her, and Grey could feel the added weight that panther added to her. Yet she still wanted [i]him[/i].

“It’s getting quiet out there. The night’s winding down. You’ll help me settle, won’t you?” her voice was all purrs, especially when she leaned in closer to speak right into one of his perked ears. “I want to wear you. And I want to put you in the pit, too.”

Either Mazzy had been talking about him, or Mahiri simply knew exactly how to make Grey blush. He was writhing against her after that. Despite his obvious excitement, she still moved slowly. Her prey was already as good as caught. There was no need to be aggressive about it. Instead, she got him flat on his back and slowly climbed on top of him. Her ass was thicker thanks to all the prey, pressing down on his hips nicely, with his stiff cock trapped beneath it. She slowly swayed and swished her tail, offering him a subtle smirk, leaning in closer and closer until she could kiss him right on the snout.

“You’ve been a very good boy. I want to take this nice and slow. It’s important to come down after having that much fun. Does that sound good?”

Her tone was all different. She wasn’t exactly old, but there was a motherly coo to her words that made Grey blush all the more. The little smooch to such a sensitive spot definitely helped too. Grinding just a little, she laid a few more kisses on his face before she went for the gape. Stretching that maw wide, she allowed him to simply gaze into it for some time. Of course he made sure to admire every detail. There was so much to stare at, the glint of her fangs, the glisten of her tongue and flesh, and the darkness at the back of her throat. Grey found himself naturally leaning in a little more each moment, all but feeding himself to the hungry leopard. He could feel Mazzy’s approval radiating from nearby, even when it all went dark.

Mahiri enveloped him slowly, stretching her jaws over his face, inch by inch. It was easy for her, but she took her time anyway, perhaps even more than she had with her own father. Grey wasn’t sure if that was a compliment, but he decided to take it that way. There was so much of him to taste, so many details to admire with her tongue and suckle on with those soft, dark lips before she began properly gulping him. She made sure she felt every swallow as thoroughly as possible, easing him down her throat without any sort of struggle. He neither fed himself to her nor squirmed - he simply let himself be put in his place, exactly where he belonged.

Stroking along his body, feeling up everything she was about to eat, she leaned yet closer until she was all but laying on him like a blanket. Still grinding against him, she swallowed as much as she could from such an angle, curling herself downwards. It would have been awkward for anyone else, but even blindly sliding down her arched gullet, he could imagine how elegant she must have looked. Working past his shoulders and dotting her teeth down his spine and chest, she eventually hit the limit not of her own flexibility, but her prey’s. Rectifying that simply involved rolling over with Grey still framed in her jaws, sprawling out on her back to give her gut more room to expand with settling shark.

Mazzy and Indi were of course there for rubbing once she started filling up. She swallowed firmly, pushing Grey right past any resistance to settle into her gut. From there, momentum and gravity helped her make a quicker meal of him. She still made sure to lick him up and down, scratching along his belly with her slurps, teasing his cock, then scooping under his balls. With his shaft pointed right between her lips, and her tongue dancing along his nuts, his taint, and back to his dick again, he was never going to last long.

A tense flex and kick of his legs, a wriggle of his hips and tail, and a muffled cry deep in the big cat’s stomach was his means of complimenting all her efforts. As was the impressive shot of cum he laid over her outstretched tongue, and straight down her throat to join the rest of him. She responded with a moan, and a welcoming rumble from her gut. There was nothing aggressive about it, merely the slow churning that helped him settle down to the bottom and start curling up while she worked her way over his legs. He twitched and squirmed a little, still sensitive after orgasm, but loving every inch of the journey.

Her satisfied [i]mmmms[/i] only grew more powerful the more of him she ate, amplified from his perspective, resonating all around him along with her steady rumbles. Eventually, the sounds of her stomach won out over all else once she playfully tapped his toes with her tongue and finished him off. One more smooth swallow, all sprawled out, getting her gut rubbed by her daughter, her cock sucked by her knocked up mother - Mahiri was the picture of sin, and Grey was delighted to be part of it all. And part of her, soon enough.

“Ahhh. Such a good boy. I see why Mazzy’s so fond of you,” she told him, provoking a happy little giggle from the spotty shark. “For tonight though, you’re all mine. And then a little longer, I think.”

She left it at that. It wasn’t for him to know how long he was going to be leopard fat. Mazzy’s touches helped the juices flow, and Indi’s keen suckling on that stolen zebra cock made Mahiri’s gut clench up tight around her prey, a little more aggressively, speeding things along just slightly. The steady churn and slosh of juices all around him was a lullaby all its own for Grey. He sank into something halfway between sleeping and simply relaxing, dozing, drifting, submitting to the digestion to come. None of it was unpleasant. No matter how demonic those acids may have been, they melted him so smoothly, so sweetly that he couldn’t help the occasional sleepy moan while she broke his body down.

“You’re gonna look so good here, here, annnnnnd here,” Mazzy said, surprisingly quietly for her. She squeezed over her mom’s breasts, hips, and reached around to get a handful of some spotted ass too. Then she gasped and went for some gropes of the cat’s thighs too. “Oh, and here! Can’t forget these.”

Grey just gave a smile to himself. If Mistress was happy, so was he - and he felt so incredible he had nothing to complain about. Sinking into sloshing mush, melting down to sharkslop, he felt himself be absorbed by the leopard’s curves little by little. Mahiri gave a soft belch and licked her lips of the last taste of Grey for some time. Her gut shrank and smoothed over, though Mazzy was right about everything. Every little churn made the big cat that much softer, padding her all over with everything she took from the mortal shark. His soul was going to stay right there, not destroyed, but safely imprisoned on her curves after the last few potent [i]glurrrrns[/i]. At least he had the panther for company, in a sense. Some vague presence of that fine black cat brought him comfort in his new form.

It was a peaceful finish despite the desolation all around, beneath the stage. The aftermath of the demonic depravity left bodies sprawled all around the club, some broken, some soulless, some fattened up with their chosen prey. Mahiri would have been content to simply nod off right then, but she promised him a finale, and she wasn’t about to deny him that. She slowly slipped her cock from the tiger’s mouth and rose up, brushing herself off, fixing her hair, before striding over to the pit.

The shark on her curves was already nicely used up, churned through her body and ready to be dumped down into the darkness. A little smirk curled the corner of her mouth when she turned to squat.

“I know you’ll feel this. Such a cute thing you are,” she warmly said, hardly teasing at all.

Shitting Grey out was enough to make her moan out loud, or maybe she was just playing it up for his sake. From the pleasure he felt radiating out and into the places where his soul was stored, she didn’t have to exaggerate. It really just felt that good to dump the shark down to the depths in smooth, bone-strewn chunks of waste. She huffed her way through that indulgent finish, letting it all plummet to the unknown. That wasn’t Grey anymore anyway. He didn’t have any more use for that digested, destroyed body when he was busy jiggling on hers instead.

“That’s it. And that’s how you’ll stay, until I decide otherwise. I’m sure Mazzy will miss you before long, though.” Mahiri spoke, slowly rising, squeezing a breast to tease the shark’s sensations. “It’s time for me to show you just how well cats nap.”

Jiggling along with every step, wearing him with pride, and showing him off to anyone still conscious enough to glance up at the stage, Mahiri positively glowed with delight after a meal like that. Grey got to wobble along with the confidence that he’d made the demon-cat so very happy, even after all her other meals that night. And he knew he was safe, too. In a way only being devoured by an affectionate demoness could ever provide.