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It was one of those nights for the perpetually-doomed crow. Remy pulled his blankets up a little higher. He wasn’t cold. The crow simply felt so very small compared to the forces closing in. He could defend himself from supernatural forces to some extent, but there was something [i]powerful[/i] approaching him, from some realm, some plane. And it wasn’t alone. He glanced out the window, corvid features illuminated in the flash of lighting, thunder rolling in shortly after. The rain began to fall and beat against the glass. Even with the windows closed, he could feel a breeze from somewhere. It might have been chilly if not for the warmth emanating from his closet.

At that point he couldn’t deny someone was there any longer. There was a rustling through his hanging coats he couldn’t attribute to some small animal burrowing into his home again. Someone was hiding, and they didn’t care if he knew they were there. By the distinct heat flowing out from under the door, he could guess the hidden demon’s nature. He’d dealt with plenty of hellspawn in his time. There were worse kinds than others. What he was less experienced with were [i]gods[/i], but that was exactly who appeared before him in a flash of light like a lightning bolt struck right in the middle of his bedroom.

When his vision returned to him, albeit still blown out by the light, he found himself looking up and down the towering figure of a sabre-toothed cat. She was powerfully built, strikingly striped with yellow on black, and crackled with the kind of energy that identified her nature in a moment. More than celestial, but [i]divine[/i]. Though she wasn’t any goddess he’d ever heard about. Maybe she was new. Or old. He wasn’t sure which was more dangerous, in his experience.

Her posture was proud and belligerent, as if she was simply waiting for someone to dare step against her. Remy certainly wouldn’t be. He remained partly hidden, peering out at her, awaiting her introduction. There was no sense trying to run when she controlled the elements themselves with her mere presence.

“You, mortal!” she said, pointing. Her voice was fittingly thunderous for her nature, booming out from her with every word. “Unaffiliated. Lacking in devotion. Still without a god to worship. Did you really think you could go so long so lacking in belief?”

There was an argument to be made that it wasn’t for lack of belief that Remy kept from tying himself to a chosen god, but he didn’t dare voice it. There was no chance to voice his opinion on the intrusion anyway. Someone else was joining his waking nightmare. She scraped at the door and then pushed it slowly aside to reveal her infernal glow. Remy saw her visage first, a blue flame burning from her eyes, highlighting her fangs. He thought he recognized her for a moment by the cascade of crimson hair down her shoulders, but no. She was far from just a corrupted cat, but instead a full on demoness.

By her sultry, if intimidating smile, she was the seductive sort of demon. The nurse’s outfit was a further hint. Unless she was some sort of hell-based medical professional, but that wouldn’t have explained what she was doing in his closet in the middle of the night. All it took was the briefest scan over her body, so tightly clad, revealing just enough fur to let him fill in the rest of her silhouette with his mind. He could already feel that tingle, that spark of something, feel himself being pulled over towards her as if by magnetism. The only hope of resisting her charms was the presence of someone who opposed her very nature. The goddess stood defiantly towering over the succubus, arms folded, flexing her considerable muscles.

“And who might you claim to be, that you stand between a goddess and her future devotee?”

“Ah, me? I am Carmentis - but Carmen is fine, of course.” She beamed, a curious mix of demonic menace and what seemed like genuine friendliness. “I didn’t expect to have company tonight. Alas, I cannot settle for half a soul. So, why don’t you tell me your name too, so we can get on with the usual.”

The sabre-tiger gave a snort at that.

“And what makes you think a simple spawn as you would deserve to know? From what I can tell, you haven’t even been a demon for long.”

Carmen didn’t react to that taunting. She pondered, tapping on her lip a few times. She made a show of suddenly recalling something, raising a finger.

“Ah! That’s who you remind me of. What was the name again? Nowari something?”

The tigress narrowed her eyes and displayed no small flash of fangs. She couldn’t see any other way to interpret that but as an attempt to provoke. “You dare speak [i]my[/i] language here? The tongue of my worshippers, in the mouth of a demon ...”

The lioness gave a shrug. “Alas again. Apologies if it brought up painful memories. I thought it might be nice to know someone remembered. What is it now, then?”

Though there was no mockery in the demon’s tone, the goddess spat a snarl in the demon’s direction nonetheless. “You’ll address me as Bittersweet, if you must.”

“I suppose I must! Well, Bitters.” Carmen nodded her head over to the bed. “I suppose if negotiation is out of the question, then we’ll simply have to compete. And I do so love making a sport of mortals.”

Somehow, Bitters furrowed her brow all the more. “Such words would flow from a demon indeed. He is no quarry. He is simply a lost soul, looking for a purpose.”

“My thoughts exactly! Perhaps we ought to let him choose.” Carmen gave a wink, stepping just a little closer. Bitters lowered her stance in preparation. “Which one would this mortal birdy prefer to be with, the soft one ready to purr him to sleep, or the hard one who looks ready to crush his poor little head with her thighs?”

Bitters returned the gesture, stepping up to the demoness, towering over her by well over a foot. They were all but touching, but neither laid a hand on the other just yet. When the goddess offered her growls, Carmen returned the gesture, though there remained levity in her eyes. They sized each other up, locking into each other’s gazes. Even without a physical confrontation, there was already a battle going on. To be stared at by a goddess like Bitters was to be subjugated with each passing second, and to endure the gaze of a succubus was to be a little more caught up in her natural pull. They circled as they continued their staredown. It was hard to say how voluntary the mutual twitches of their tails truly were.

A moment’s distraction was a dangerous thing to allow in such a situation, with their throats so exposed, but it was hard to ignore the flash of light from the nearby bed. They shared a look that was an unspoken truce, and glanced to the side. Remy pulled his scaled foot through a closing portal just in time, leaving an ebon feather to flutter down to the sheets where he used to be sitting. Whether through divine or demonic sense, the bird wasn’t truly hidden from either of them just because he had a little magic power. Yet the best they got from the cats was a little shrug.

“He did not seem worthy of my service anyway.”

“I think I might have broken him too quickly.”

“Then it is settled. Neither of us will have him.” Bitters did not relax her stance.

“And yet, here you are, still squared up and defiant. What are we to fight over, if not a soul?”

Bitters rumbles rose right along the thunder rolling in from outside. The windows shook. It was just the two of them alone in the bird’s bedroom still, the rain coming down hard, the chill leaking in battling with the warmth of the demon’s presence. Neither of them was backing down, even in the absence of a prize. They didn’t need to talk about it. All that mattered was they existed together, each in opposition to the other’s nature. That alone justified their conflict.

Bitters made the first move. It was surprisingly easy to get her hands on the lioness. Carmen barely seemed to struggle when the goddess seized her by the throat, snatching her up off her feet and tossing her across the room in a frightful display of her sheer power. Thunder flashed as the demon soared, crashing down on the newly vacated bed. It cushioned her landing well enough, and she spent little time righting herself. As if preordained, she landed in the most seductive of poses fathomable, legs curled to highlight the curve of her hips, tufted tail tapping atop the sheers as her expression shifted from playful to purely flirtatious.

It was more than just teasing. There was power emanating from her then. Her clothes seemed to simply melt away, drifting from her body like petals in the wind. Bitters’ didn’t last much longer. A mere expression, not even a gesture, and the sabrecat was fully exposed to the lioness. Carmen needed only to raise her brow and glance, and it was done. From there, she laid back, splaying herself, putting herself on offer, parting her thighs. In a competition like theirs, there was no time for subtly. She wasn’t about to ease Bitters into seduction like she might a mortal - it was full on, pussy out, slowly rolling her hips to grind the air in front of the thunder goddess.

Of course there was some effect on the newly naked divine one. With her sheath on display, she couldn’t hide the twitch of interest she gave. It was simply an automatic response, neither a failing of her willpower nor a choice. Whether the two of them were going to end up fucking was hardly even a question. The only question was who was going to be in charge when they did. Bitters knew how to seize back some of that power, and it was not to resist the seduction of a succubus. She had to assert her dominance.

Refusing to turn away, inspecting every last detail of the demon’s body on display, the goddess moved rapidly from mild arousal to full, raging lust. Her cock unsheathed all at once, swelling out to reveal all its details. Carmen paused in her solo grinding just to inspect it from afar. Such features it had, with a solid knot near the size of Bittersweet’s heavy balls swelling out just above them. A plump medial ring complimented the spreading flare - except it wasn’t a smooth, round shape, but branching into five points encircling the blunt tip. Carmen’s eyes burned all the brighter at the sight.

“Oooh, my. That looks [i]stimulating[/i].” Carmen smacked her lips, lashing a forked tongue along them. “Bring that over here. I want to [i]taste[/i].”

“You’ll do exactly that. Everywhere I want you to.” Bittersweet’s growls endured, just as fierce as ever despite her obvious arousal.

“You might regret that confidence. Oh, the titans I have slain with this tongue. Figuratively speaking, for the most part.”

“Less talking.”

Rude as it might have been, Bitters had a point. It was time for Carmen to prove she was as talented as she claimed. There was plenty to work with. The sabrecat approached the edge of the bed, and she soon had the lioness kneeling before her. That alone was enough to give her a surge of power, a tangible, invigorating feeling. It was more than just a sensation. She was stronger by the second with a demon all but bowing before her, and that didn’t change when she felt that stimulating tongue pressed against the tip of her cock.

Of course she had to explore that five-pointed flare first. It was a delicious treat for her to touch, to lick and slather up with all the angles of her tongue. In an instant she was deeply imbued with that godly taste. Even a demon took a pause when she first sampled that. With a brief smirk and a deep breath, Carmen braced herself for plenty more, diving down to slurp and drag all over the details of that cock while Biters stood proudly stiff, unflinching despite the stimulation. Even once the demoness was giving her full effort to slurping that dick as thoroughly and as firmly as she could, coating it in a generous, shiny layer of feline saliva, the thunder goddess didn’t offer so much as a moan. Though the rumbles outside the window may have been growing a little louder, the flashes a little brighter.

Even if it wasn’t having the intended effect, Carmen wasn’t about to give up. She dove down deep, nudging and lifting Bittersweet’s bound balls with her nose. The ring around the sabrecat’s sack only made that pair feel all the plumper, swelling up with the kind of tension that would have knocked a lesser being off her feet. The lioness could help with that. She kissed, she sniffed that scent, and most of all she licked them up and down until she [i]swore[/i] she felt them clenching. That went along with a little tremble of pleasure running through Bittersweet’s whole shaft, forcing the striped cat to adjust her stance, to give a little snort, but certainly not a moan.

Carmen could do better than that. First, she rumbled her way through an upwards slurp, dragging all the way to the tip and finishing off with a kiss in the centre of that pointed flare. She made sure to lap up every drop of godly juices she could get, too. Her corruption ran far too deep to fear it being undone. Besides, she’d just been teasing. That was the kind of slurping that would have left a mortal screaming her name and pledging eternal devotion by then, full forced and salaciously thorough. But if she was going to stagger a goddess, she needed to try a little harder.

There was no need to give any warning. Carmen parted her lips, took a breath, and engulfed that cock nearly all at once. She sucked right down to the knot and gave that a deep smooch before simply latching on to suckle. Kneading, holding, and then dipping up and down in slow, luxurious movements, she made sure to make eye contact with the goddess the whole time. A sultry pair of blue-toned blowjob eyes burned bright from the demoness, until Bitters simply had no choice but to bite her lip and toss her head, huffing, grunting, and finally [i]moaning[/i] out loud for the succubus sucking her so sweetly.

Just like that, and the glory restored to her faded once more. In its place was the brighter burn of the lion’s demonic aura. For just a moment, Bittersweet’s legs wobbled precariously, as if she was about to collapse under all the pleasure. She regained hold of herself by grabbing the demon’s curved horns. They were there for a reason. For as domineering as the gesture may have felt at first, it was a trap. Bitters gave a gasp as she realized she was stuck, cock plunging down Carmen’s throat, fucking the demon’s face, getting sucked so succulently, savoured and pleasured with such care that could have strayed right there forever. Even if it meant getting drained down to the very last drop of her godly essence.

The pleasure pumped and surged, dangerously. The goddess kept her grip on those horns, but this time it was to pry the lioness off of her. Carmen didn’t cooperate. She kept sucking, kept bobbing on that dick until the pure strength of the goddess finally won out. Bitters was dripping, spurting, positively oozing a load of sloppy, thick precum by the time she finally popped her flare free of Carmen’s sloppy lips. The demoness licked that mess clean and offered her most wicked of smiles - showing more fang than before, as if her true nature was bleeding through ever so slightly.

“Almost got you.”

“You almost got [i]nothing[/i], succubus. I am not so easily victimized by your seductive ways.” Bitters was blushing even as she growled her defiance, taking hold of her shaft to pull it away from the other cat, lest the lion get any ideas.

“So you admit I am [i]seductive[/i], at least.” Her beaming wasn’t getting any less demonic.

“Of course. Think nothing of it. You exist as little more than the embodiment of filthy sin.”

Carmen finally gave up the teasing to lay back, idly touching herself between the thighs. “Mm. I like that. It’s hot. Talk dirty to me some more.”

They locked eyes once more - Bitters with her dick in both hands, Carmen slowly pressing her finger inside herself. There was another flash, another spark, another battle. Their auras clashed to see who came out of that exchange more powerful than before. Energies pushed back and forth, threatening to break through, to reach the mind of the other and captivate them to helplessness. Yet neither could find the advantage after that extended staredown. They weren’t going to win through aura alone - they were going to have to scrap.

Bitters reached out. As before, it was easy to get a hold of the lioness. This time, Carmen didn’t simply allow herself to get flung around. She wasn’t nearly as visibly strong as the sabrecat, but that didn’t matter. Demons were nothing if not deceptive, and she had plenty of power to work with. Down they went, landing on the bed together, grappling, sometimes clawing. The poor sheets hardly stood a chance. If Remy ever dared return to his bedroom, he was going to have a lot to clean up by the time those two were done.

Shredding through the sheets, pushing, grabbing, sometimes even biting, they yowled and growled together in a fight for physical dominance. Bitters was definitely the fighter of the pair. Yet she couldn’t help notice how eager Carmen seemed to [i]let[/i] her pin her down. The lioness got her legs up while she was on her back and wrapped them around the sabrecat’s waist. Bitters could work with that, even once the demon started squeezing. She asserted herself with her bulk, grabbing for Carmen’s wrists and slamming those arms down, splaying the demon out beneath her. At no point during their struggle was she any less erect, and she was in the perfect position to start grinding on the lioness once she’d secured Carmen in place.

Again there was that brief pause to recover her willpower when Bitters experienced the sheer softness of a demon cat’s fur against her shaft. She didn’t let that stop her for long. It was time to leave her scent all over that hellspawn and see how she felt about it. Humping freely, or grinding in long, deep strokes was one way of doing that. Carmen rubbed right back, clawing down Bittersweet’s spine all the way to the base of the god’s tail before grabbing it. She tugged, teasing, exploring, casually walking her clawed fingers over those stripes just to grope in all new places. Bitters wasn’t about to let that distract her from the dominant thrusting at hand, though she made sure not to hump too low, too deep. Penetrating the demoness in the middle of their struggle would have been too risky.

The lioness pressed her pussy against the side of that shaft, but Bitters made sure it didn’t get to her tip. She arched her back and stuck her dick between Carmen’s thighs instead, grinding back and forth, leaving a smear of her wetness all over as much fur as she could touch. If they would have stayed like that, Bitters probably could have fucked those thick thighs to a finish, and directed the mess all over the naked demoness, to mark her as a worshipper. Instead, the lioness had another idea, and it involved slipping out from under the sabrecat as if she was never pinned in the first place.

Bitters wasn’t going to back down from such a challenge, catching the pouncing lion in both hands. She flopped on her back and set the other cat down on her tongue middle, cock sticking up to leak against Carmen’s back. Juices rolled down the lion’s spine as they wiggled together, each of them looking for an opening. It looked perhaps more like courtship than a proper wrestling match to the uninformed, but their power burned brightly between them. Divinity versus chaos, purity versus corruption, and neither was more powerful.

There was a little flash of something in Carmen’s eyes. Not an attack, but instead a challenge. Bitters frowned, but she relented. She wasn’t going to beat the demoness by thighfucking her. Receiving pleasure wasn’t going to help her overcome a succubus. Instead, she needed to give it. All it took was her softening her gaze for a moment, and their roles reversed. Carmen was on top in an instant, slowly, devilishly crawling along the powerful goddess’ prone form. She didn’t stop until she could plant herself snugly atop the sabre-fanged face before her, wrapping up Bittersweet’s head in each of her thighs, planting that muzzle right against her thoroughly glazed pussy.

Perhaps it was just a trick, a ploy to get a goddess to eat her out. She pressed down firmly to make sure there was next to no room for air. Bitters wasn’t going to just lie there. She reached up to grab hold of the lioness, snatching her by the hips and ass, demonstrating her power by pulling the demon even more tightly to her face. It meant smothering herself deep in the warmth and scent of the succubus, letting Carmen make an absolute throne of her face like that, but she didn’t back down. Nor did she hesitate to start licking.

Unlike Bitter, Carmen wasn’t afraid to express her pleasure. She did so with what must have been an exaggerated tone, writhing and humping against that tongue before it was even inside of her. Riding, grinding down on that muzzle, she eventually got Bitters to penetrate her. That came with a rush of juices, all of them rich with exactly the sort of flavour to melt a mortal mind. Bitters drank down them without hesitation, without stopping for breath. She ate that demon out like a feast, clutching her close, clawing at her if she dared squirm away from her lashing, plunging tongue for even a moment, even when it meant she was drenched in the fluids cascading down her features.

“Ohhhh, Bitter yet sweet indeed,” Carmen moaned, arching her back to thrust even more firmly. “That tongue ... it makes me want to, makes me want to ...”

If she stayed where she was any longer, the lioness was going to lose. She was a pleasure-giver, not one meant to be soaking up worship like that. Even in that seemingly submissive position, Bittersweet’s eyes were glowing with her rising energy, crackling even. The old house shook. It sounded like the bedroom was about to snap right off and plummet over a cliff with the two of them in it. They would have been fine. It wasn’t important when Carmen’s shrieks were rising and rising, until she simply had to remove herself from that position.

Arching back until she could pour herself like a liquid into another position, she flipped and twisted into a spot nestled between Bittersweet’s legs. For once, the goddess didn’t lunge for position or authority. Instead, she tugged over one of the nearby pillows to get comfortable while the demoness worshipped her. It was back to her pleasure-giving role, for certain. The power drained from the succubus by that face ride was returning, but so too was the glory of the thunder goddess. Bitters couldn’t help a grin when she felt that divinity rising within her for every moment the lioness spent worshipping her balls.

It wasn’t like before. She wasn’t licking for the pleasure of the sabrecat. It was all for her, devoting herself to those fat nuts, praising them, adoring every inch she could with her tongue lashing back and forth over their surface. She huffed them, stuck her nose right in the middle of them to sniff as deeply as she could, and she still needed more. Bittersweet’s cock casually dripped above her, raining precum down on her head, but neither of them paid it much attention. Carmen was caught up in her own pleasure, and Bitters soaked it all in, flexing her arms, just feeling the god-energy flowing through them. Finally, a proper worshipper. Not much longer, and she would break that demon into a devoted follower.

Carmen was all but ready to stay the course, until her groping and exploring revealed something of great intrigue. She cupped and massaged those balls obsessively, running her fingers along all their contours, lightly squeezing them, lifting them. That was when she felt the warmth and caught the scent of Bittersweet’s other arousal. She arched a brow and tugged herself away from those drooled-upon balls a few moments so she could reach beneath and touch. The dampness on her fingers confirmed exactly what she suspected. That goddess had a pussy too, and it was [i]wet[/i].

“Ohh, my. Does the god-kitty need to get demon-seeded tonight? You [i]know[/i] how easy it is for me to make a little change. All I need to do is will it.” Carmen purred her words in the most seductive of her tones, licking her lips for that lingering taste.

At her peak of power, Bitters came crashing back down with a grunt. She grit her teeth and offered a snarl.

“Leave that alone. You are my worshipper, and you will do as your goddess commands.”

Her cock gave a solid throb as if for emphasis, though it was just a reminder of how hard she was after all of Carmen’s attention. The mere sight of that steaming spire pulsing in her grasp was enough to make the lioness that much wetter, clenching tight nothing in particular. Still, she kept her finger where it was, slowly pushing in and out to see if she could stir up the same amount of interest. The two of them locked eyes once more. That time, it was truly a fight.

Surging with power, crackling with energy, all but shooting bolts from her fingertips, Bittersweet seemed the obvious choice to win out. The demoness [i]wanted[/i] to get bred by that big, five-flared cock, to the point she was writhing and undulating, breathing hotly, rumbling ever so deeply. The swishes of her tufted tail swinging back and forth grew more frantic the longer she held the gaze of the goddess, until she was clawing the bed with the effort.

“That’s right. Submit to me. Let me cleanse your corruption with my seed. Even you can find redemption with a goddess between your thighs.” Bitters rumbled her commands, rising up from the pillow, looming over the lioness like a tower.

There were still demonic tricks to be pulled. Carmen sat up, withdrawing her finger, licking it clean. There was a surge of something just from that. She felt the divinity retreating, if only briefly. Her inner fire burned near as brightly as ever, only slightly diminished. She simply needed to choose her path, and she could fight back, a mere demon against an ancient, if forgotten goddess. But Bitters wasn’t going to release her grasp on her new worshipper so easily.

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“You think you can cleanse me, do you?” Carmen’s voice was strained, breathless, but she found increased strength the more she spoke. “Perhaps that may be possible. But that is a [i]very[/i] silly thing to say where Mistress can hear you.”

A flash, a surge, a bright gleam in the fiery ocean of her eyes, and the lioness shook off the shackles on her mind to demonstrate the mastery of her own flesh. All she needed to do to make a change was will it. Beckoning forth an endowment fit for a demoness like her, the lioness manifested the thickest, fattest zebra cock she possibly could while still making it fit between her smooth legs. It swiftly unsheathed and stood up to its full size directly in front of Bittersweet’s face. Even the goddess was speechless at such a sight.

The steaming warmth and the pulsing tension meant there was a steady stream of precum at the tip, flowing down the dark surface to make it glisten. The scent that came with it was beastly, almost too rich to fit such a soft and seductively perfumed feline. The lioness gave the sabrecat a wall of musk to inhale, and Bitters did just that. Breathing, huffing, giving the occasional grunt or puff of air, the goddess could only grit her teeth as she watched the lioness looming over her.

“That adoring look in your eyes. Even gods need to devote themselves to something now and then.” Carmen’s purrs were at their peak, rumbling through every syllable. “I know how much you want to taste. But! That comes later. When it’s time to clean up.”

She turned those purrs into a rising snarl, tucking her paws under her so she could rise to a crouch. The swaying of her tail gave plenty of warning for what was coming, and yet Bitters didn’t bother to move out of the way, or even attempt to catch the big cat when she fiercely pounced right atop her. Even as the smaller of the pair, Carmen had that goddess pinned in an instant. She squeezed Bittersweet’s arms, pressing into the muscles there, not to admire, but as if to comment on just how useless they were against the charms of a horny succubus. Dragging her claws down the sabrecat’s sides was enough to make the goddess shudder.

At least Bitters managed to keep her voice silent, for the moment. She wasn’t moaning for the demon yet. Carmen intended to change that, leaning in to use her tongue and teeth. Licks and nibbles along the throat of the goddess kept those shudders going, turning to desperate squirms. Bitters moved as if bound, tied to the bed and unable to do much more than struggle in her invisible chains. Her chest heaved with her heavy breaths, especially when Carmen pressed her fangs in just right to a soft, tender spot on her neck. The lioness timed that right along with the first frot of her heavy shaft against Bittersweet’s own.

There she remained, latching on and refusing to let go. The bite did no harm, despite the imposing points of her fangs. She simply held it in place and rubbed her cock against the big god’s own, as the storm outside slowly receded. The moonlight began to shine through the clouds once more, illuminating the scene in an almost romantic glow. Carmen purred at times, growled at others, but never did she sound more vicious when she pulled back to grab Bitters by the thighs and shove her into the pose she wanted.

To really get at that juicy sex behind Bittersweet’s balls meant bending and flexing until the goddess had her paws right up over her head. Such a stretch was a simple one for any cat, much less a goddess, but that was beside the point. Bitters was exposed, vulnerable, unable to hide just how turned on she was by the treatment. Even having that fat lioness cock throbbing in the vicinity of her sex was dangerous. One leaking drop was enough to irrevocably taint her in that state, to knock her up with hybrid spawn and diminish her name forever. Her new name.

Carmen made sure to lock eyes with the goddess once more. It wasn’t a battle that time. She was simply watching every reaction, every expression as Bittersweet’s face twisted into a snarl of need with the very first prod. A blunt thump of flared tip against that hidden pussy sent a tingle through the sabrecat’s whole body, leaving her curling her toes near her ears, digging her claws into the sheets to ruin them that much more. Juices were pouring out of her by then as if she had already reached climax. The kind of pleasure she took from that very first demonic tease was nearly as good as orgasm.

The ecstasy flowed all the thicker when the lioness pushed deeper, slowly spreading the sabrecat open, stretching her ever so comfortably. For a demon with a stunningly huge cock, she refrained from brutality. She was still a succubus beneath it all. Her flare popped inside the big cat beneath her and gave a solid [i]flex[/i], to make for a bulge in Bittersweet’s lower belly. That provoked a bit of chuff from the sabrecat, a snort of effort to suppress the moans that were brewing inside her. As for the deep, aching heat she was going into, there was simply no suppressing that.

Perhaps it might have been expected of a demon to brutally revel in her victory. Carmen wasn’t that kind of hellbeast. She never forgot her seductive nature, working slowly, smoothly, carefully to apply as much pressure to the most sensitive points as she could. The gift of pleasure was a curse all at the same time, sending Bittersweet’s body into strange convulsions, the godly power draining yet more with every gradual thrust. Carmen had hardly begun to truly thump the goddess by the time the sabretooth was yowling, her cries increasingly resembling an alley cat rather than the proud and majestic feline she was supposed to be. That demoness was simply too good at what she did.

“If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so,” the lioness warmly teased, tossing her tail up and down, slowly thrusting in and out of that slick passage.

When she felt that insistent clench around her cock, all that godly strength diluted into a needy flex, Carmen took that as a sign to speed up. Her tip flared out to stretch the sabrecat all the more, pumping out enough precum to impregnate a whole choir of angels. Whether it was enough for a god remained to be seen. She wasn’t going to rest on such an easy victory. It was time to plow that cat, to stretch her and bend her, to force her even deeper into that mating press. Looming over her catch, the lioness couldn’t help herself. Everything was so wet around her zebra dick, rippling, kneading, ready to milk her dry if her willpower shook for even a moment.

Maybe there was a little snarling, in the end. A little biting too. Carmen was still a demon, beneath her kindly exterior. She found herself nibbling on Bittersweet’s toes when she wasn’t just going in for the throat, chomping possessively between heavy humps of her hips. As slender as her form may have been, she had power so spare, the sort to shake even a goddess to the core. And certainly to break a silly mortal’s bed. There were already juices flowing down their thighs to soak the sheets. The whole room was going to be a mess by the time the demon was done breeding the goddess.

A pump, another flex of the flare, and she bottomed out. That [i]thud[/i] of shiny black nuts against the god’s thighs was as powerful as thunder. The last flash of lighting outside the window was barely a blink. All was calm in the night for the cats to scream through. Carmen showed Bitters the mercy of drowning out her screeches with a powerful roar, at least. It started out as the proud sound of a big cat, but it grew to something more twisted over time, something more demonic, spilling forth like a whole chorus of damned souls echoing up from the depths of the lioness at once. Or perhaps she simply sounded like that.

That was the last warning before she filled the goddess with the seed she craved. It flowed thick from that pulsing tip, shooting hard and straight into that divine womb. Bitters could feel it clinging to every corner, every surface, coating her insides in that corrupting mark, dousing her down with demonic depravity. She shivered. Her body undulated in all manner of disturbing ways, as if she was fighting off more than just impregnation, getting possessed through the hell-touched cumshot [i]splurching[/i] hard inside her sex. It was probably just the orgasm ravaging through her body making her shake and convulse so violently, as concerning as it felt at first.

All worry melted away in the face of pure pleasure, of temptation made tangible, of all the promises of a succubus delivered upon in full. Carmen fucked that goddess until Bittersweet’s holy eyes blazed with the same inner fire, albeit briefly, all throughout her body-wrecking climax. Every toned muscle went into working through a writhing peak that left her gushing, squirting all over that cock, and spraying herself down with her own spunk. She was splattered in seconds. It wouldn’t stop, even when she swore she was going to hurt something.

Such a whimper was hardly a fit for a goddess, but it was hard to say if Bittersweet even was one anymore after that ruination. She felt the demon’s seed take within her as surely as she felt her own dripping down her chest. Knocked up. Corrupted. Defiled. It should have felt filthy, should have felt like the greatest violation she’d ever experienced. Yet the taut pumps of those shiny black nuts pressed beneath her own felt so pleasant. Every remaining spurt was welcome warmth and weight. And the rumbles of the sultry lioness atop her once Carmen came down from her roaring was exactly the sort of thing to convince Bittersweet she hadn’t [i]lost[/i] their little competition, exactly.

Carmen allowed the goddess to return to a more comfortable position, releasing those legs, letting them flop to the bed. She remained where she was, sprawled across Bitters like a blanket, sharing her inner vibrations. Sometimes she kissed, or licked at the fur of the blanked out divinity beneath her, snuggling close but not quite pinning. Bittersweet was welcome to rise if she so wished, and slide off of that still-firm cock inside her. She didn’t move. There wasn’t even enough left in her to give a typical feline after-sex swat. She was condemned to demonic snuggling, and she was just going to have to smooch her way through it.

The lioness perked up when she felt one of those kisses returned to her. She slowly made her way to those lips, and met them, kissing between the sabre fangs. Bitters offered no complaint. She didn’t embrace the demon atop her, but she participated in that gentle makeout session while she steamed in the scent-drenched afterglow. Carmen parted with a peck on the cheek so she could offer her calm reassurance.

“See? There is nothing wicked about embracing your pleasure. Let your cravings guide you, for a while. Feel them grow inside you as surely as my seed. Oh, how I’ve always wanted to spawn something wicked. Never thought I’d make them demigods too.”

There was still an air of teasing to her words, but Bitters let that go. She let a lot of things go, beneath the succubus. The urge to fight, to assert herself, to gather her power and demand worship. It all seemed so silly when she thought about it then. Maybe she could let go, for just a little while. Carmen slowly pulled out of her, as if showing restraint for once and keeping from making too much of a mess. There soon slopped a puddle of spunk between Bittersweet’s thighs nonetheless. It was an effort.

Just as she’d said, the goddess had earned her treat. Carmen crawled closer, laying her sex-slathered cock down against the lips of the goddess. It took just a moment for the thunderous one to acquiesce, to start the licking and cleaning of all the clinging cum glistening on that stiff shaft. It was the only way she wished to spend the rest of the evening, and she fully intended to be thorough. Soon she could sleep and dream of a life spent with a demon. Or at least a few months of depraved pleasure, of succumbing to every urge and sin she could fathom. That uncertainty would have been terrifying under other circumstances, but tingling beneath the soft form of the zebra-hung lioness, it was easy to take it as a gift.

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Maybe she could ride it out. Taking pleasure from the act was simply a fact of being a succubus. And that cock was more tempting than the blackest of sins. Carmen found herself salivating simply contemplating it. She needed more than a taste. There was only one way to properly milk those pent up nuts, to drain all that precious divine seed. Bitters offered a broadening grin when she saw the demoness mounting over her. There was no need to keep up the stern facade any longer when she was getting everything she wanted.

One smooth glaze of her pussy lips over that flared tip was already enough to make the lioness yowl. She couldn't even properly growl anymore. Neither a demonic snarl nor a natural big cat vocalization would come to her. Such a mewling beauty she was, fit for stroking with both of Bittersweet’s greedy mitts. The sabrecat rubbed up and down along the attractive silhouette of Carmen’s curves. All hers to admire - but the worship was strictly one-way.

Demons weren’t exactly known for their chastity nor their unshakable willpower. They were all about giving into sin, even if it meant defiling their antipurity with something godly. Carmen needed that cock. She pushed against it while Bitters held her tight, squeezing the lion by the hips, helping to guide her. There was no need to get rough, not yet. Her will alone guided the succubus to sink smoothly down over each detail of that flare at once, writhing and rocking back and forth to take in the extent of its textures. Carmen couldn’t linger there when there was so much more to feel.

One elegant dip of her hips allowed her to smoothly stuff herself full of sabrecat cock. She gave a mewl, but at least remembered how to snarl too by the time she popped over that medial ring. That gave her pause, leaving her flashing her teeth and squeezing all around it, letting it throb inside of her just as much as the knot below. A little more easing along and eventually she thumped down atop that bulge, smooching it with her pussy lips, grinding, bouncing - but not yet. Even a demoness built for getting fucked from every angle and every shape of cock needed to build up to tying with a goddess, and Bitters was happy to wait for the perfect moment.

Slowly bobbing her hips, she mostly allowed Carmen to do the work, to begin with. Riding was an act of worship too, especially when the lioness put such effort into it. The demoness and her seductive ways were never fully suppressed, simply repurposed. She swayed and she stroked herself, groping her breasts, running her fingers through her hair, even grasping at her own horns. It was all just to cope with how [i]good[/i] it felt to have a goddess inside her demonic body. She didn’t let herself be distracted from spreading herself out around all those details, or deeply grinding on that juicy knot. Her bounces grew just a little more frantic when she felt that thick gob of precum shoot inside her, sending that godly essence all throughout her body, driving her into a hellish heat. Bitters could feel the warmth enveloping her cock all the more.

It was a single simple thought infiltrating Carmen’s mind that sent her over the edge from pleasure-giving to service. She was such a [i]worthy[/i] servant to a goddess. Of course a succubus knew everything about worship, about granting pleasures hardly meant for mortal minds and bodies. But Bittersweet could handle everything she did. Every lunge of her hips, every bounce and grind was [i]deserved[/i]. She worked herself into a frenzy, even drooling between her clenched fangs, getting in the sabrecat’s face about it, losing herself at the urge for divine seed, and Bitters could only watch her new follower with a surprisingly gentle smile. Until she decided to take over.

As pleasant as it was getting her dick massaged by the manic motions of the succubus, she wasn’t about to just lie back and let Carmen milk her to orgasm. It was time to show her what a thunder goddess could do. She didn’t get anything resembling resistance from the lioness, but she put all her muscle into it anyway. Lifting, spinning, and slamming the demon down, dunking her onto a bed that quickly creaked and sagged, Bitters pounced atop the other cat just as the storm began to truly pound against the window. The house was shaking, and not just for the weather once she got to work between the thighs of the demon cat.

She didn’t have to be gentle with her new devotee. In an instant, she put those muscles to work, enhanced by her divinity, turning herself into a jackhammer on that succubus cunt. Of course the lioness was screaming, but they were both cats. Blood-curdling screeches were simply the sound of good sex. Bittersweet knew the difference. In a haze of steam and lustful scent, she fucked that soft cat until she’d dug a hole in the mattress with her, cursing the bedframe with her power, sagging into the centre but never stopping.

[i]Plap plap plap[/i] came the exclamation of her claiming thrusts. She was trickling, trembling from flare to knot, but she didn’t stop. The pleasure wasn’t hers to take anymore, it was a matter of [i]giving[/i]. She could already feel the rippling muscles wrapped around the details of her shaft. Carmen opened her jaws wide as if to roar, but fell short of that. Instead, she mewled, the softest, most kittenesque of sounds, and slumped down to a sprawl when orgasm completely took over her body. Squirting for her goddess was the greatest tribute of all.

With the splash of juices working over her middles, dripping down her balls, or even gushing right around the shape of her hips, Bitters knew it was time to bottom out. For all her apparent brutality, she still hadn’t broken or even harmed the demon’s body. She decided to test just how far she could go. An arch of her back, and she put all her power into a massive [i]lunge[/i], accompanied by a fitting thunderclap that might have drowned out a lesser roar of triumph. Not hers. She shook the whole block with her power when she knotted the lioness all at once.

Erupting together in a mutual orgasm - the second in a row for Carmen - they clutched and rocked atop the broken bed while an apparent apocalypse pounded on outside the bedroom. It was the storm of the century, deserving of their courtship. Bittersweet was building her following again, surging with power and energy, pouring it all out in the form of a belly-bloating orgasm directly inside the demoness. That fire in Carmen’s gaze flickered all the more with every shot, with every gush of divine seed inside her corrupted womb. It didn’t dim, but shone all the most sweetly and softly from a pair of eyes that looked like they could have belonged to any ordinary cat once more.

From screaming to simply squirming, the lioness fell into a chorus of rumbles as she got filled to the brim, all that seed locked inside her by the solid knot swollen taut. It tied with her so tightly that even Bitters could barely thrust anymore, resorting to a slow pumping as she throbbed within that velvet clamp. Painting, drenching, dousing Carmen down as if to extinguish her inner darkness, she came until she’d made a sloshing mess of her fellow big cat. Only then did she slide back, lubricated by her excess seed as it started leaking forth, indulging in the catastrophically messy knot-tug.

The extended [i]sclurrrrrch[/i] was all but ridiculous, erupting out from Carmen with high-pressure cum propelled against the walls and windows. Those sheets were going to smell of feline sex forever, and their combined essence was enough to condemn the room to supernatural quarantine. All that demonic energy fucked out of the lion needed somewhere to go, and it wasn’t into the goddess. Bitters reigned supreme, holding her cock in one hand, shaking it off over the sprawled shape of the partly cleansed succubus beneath her. She licked her lips, and spoke in a voice far more booming than before.

“Foolish hellcat. I can see now you weren’t always this way. Your mortal heat overtakes even your dark taint.” She grunted, squeezing herself around the knot, giving one more spurt of juices over the lion’s tits with solid [i]splat[/i] like a smack. “You will always be demon-touched. But there is a path to redemption, and you shall find it. Beneath me.”

“Mmm,” was Carmen’s moaning comment on that. “So it seems.”

She retained an aura of mystery, of slight smugness in that demonic way, as if she knew something Bitters didn’t. It was easy to ignore when the sabrecat felt that powerful. She rose to her knees, holding out her arms, manipulating the very energy in the air. It would have been easy to split the room in half with a powerful bolt, but she demonstrated her restraint by holding it back, sucking it down into herself, ready to be unleashed any moment she needed it. When she had a new pet - that was, devoted follower and worshipper - like the lioness, she was going to need all the strength she could get, just to extract all the faith Carmen had to give her.