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It was somehow worse when they knew what was waiting for them inside the dungeon. Normally, stepping beyond the threshold and into a new adventure was a moment of equal excitement and fear. Maybe terrible danger awaited them - but maybe incredible treasure. Instead, there was little more than dread, dread, dread. They opened the hatch and descended the stairs, feeling the air shift once they were officially in the lair of the corrupted rogue, watching every dark corner for any sign of her. Even before her fall to demonic influence, the leopardess had always been an ambush predator.

They never would have trespassed in such a place if it wasn’t for their rescue mission. Mahiri was already too far gone. That much was clear. She had cavorted far too closely with the forces of evil, and she had no desire to be pulled back to the side of good. Yet there was still the party’s druid - and black pantheress who and the rogue’s twin sister. However small it was, hope remained for her, and neither Layle nor Calli was willing to simply abandon her to a hellish fate. They had to [i]try[/i].

There were plenty of unlit torches awaiting the calico pyromancer’s flames. Calli raised his hands, ready to cast a simple spell and give them some illumination, to banish those shadows to at least take away a few of Mahiri’s potential hiding places. Before he could utter the syllable and evoke a bolt, each sconce lit up with flames of their own, leaving the cat meekly lowering his hands again and looking around. The green fire was clearly unnatural, flooding the halls of the dungeon with an eerie light. The colour reminded him of the leopard’s eyes.

“I really don’t like this,” Calli said. “She knows we’re here.”

“Of course she does.”

Layle reached out for his last remaining party member’s shoulder. His tone was comforting, rather than scolding. The dog couldn’t keep his nervousness from his voice, but he made sure to project as much confidence as he still could. A white mage like him, equipped with all sorts of magics meant to heal and help, his job wasn’t done while one of his party members was ailing.

“But she hasn’t attacked us yet. That means she wants something else. Maybe she’ll be open to talking. Maybe she’ll hear reason, and let her sister go. Mira didn’t do anything to deserve this.”

Calli tried his best to nod along. It made sense, even if he didn’t like it.

“Even if we can’t bring [i]her[/i] back ...”

Layla just bit his lip and breathed a long sigh through his nose. He didn’t have a good answer for that. No matter how much he wanted to believe that he could convince Mahiri to walk away from the path of corruption with a few kind words and a pleading look in his eyes, he wasn’t going to deny reality. Mahiri hadn’t [i]fallen[/i]. She made her choice. He’d seen the glee on her face when she did ... what she did. With a shake of his head, he banished the memory from his mind again.

It wasn’t difficult to tell where they needed to go when the torches continued to burst to life before them, guiding them through the labyrinth that was her lair. A long, vast series of halls, tunnels, and rooms that felt plucked from faint memories of past adventures, it would have been ever so easy to get lost in that impossible place. It looked like nothing on the outside, a mere hatch in the floor, at the bottom of a dusty old tavern where they had once shared their first celebratory drink, a basement beneath the basement. Yet it opened into that network, into a tangled web of architecture beneath the city that never should have been there, never [i]could[/i] have been there.

They probably shouldn’t have been surprised to see she had fashioned herself a throne. The court of the crimson-haired queen was far from brightly lit, bathed in caged flames of many hues dancing around the edges of the room as if for the amusement of their mistress. Layle and Calli froze when they saw her. She sat upon the gathered skulls of her foes and conquests alike, with her twin kneeling before her. There was so much cat cock standing tall between her thighs that the pantheress wasn’t even trying to suck on it all, instead worshipping that thick, vein-bulging, uncut slab of demonic meat. It was bigger than the last time Layle saw it.

The dog reached out to her, keeping his spells at bay. There were few that could have affected her anyway. Though his gaze flickered at the sight of the depraved scene before him, he was still loyal, still ready to speak to her on equal terms, no matter how much danger he was in. He just wanted to stop that corruption before it could go any deeper and affect another one of his party members. Though the devious smirk on Mira’s face when she withdrew her tongue from under her twin’s foreskin and turned back to regard the boys who just entered didn’t inspire confidence.

Calli readied his flames just in case. They idly crackled at his fingertips, contained but ready to launch in what was likely to be a last-ditch effort to defend himself, he knew. He wasn’t going to lie to himself. Fire probably wouldn’t have bothered a demoness in the slightest. Nonetheless, he felt safer that way, power welling up in his body, no matter how futile it might have been before her infernal will. She was probably better at pyromancy itself than him at that point, among many other things.

“We don’t want to fight,” Layle said, softly.

“Clearly.” Mahiri’s voice was warm, seductive. It might have been enticing if not for the wicked look in her eyes. There was an undeniable feline malice behind them, and in the way their glow gleamed upon her bared fangs. “You wouldn’t have insulted me by coming alone if you did. Which means you have come here to talk.”

She gave a soft laugh at the sheer audacity of Layle’s loyalty, looking that dog up and down as he stood there, silently pleading with her. With a soft touch, she nudged Mira aside and rose from her throne to bare her full, naked form in all its terrible elegance. She was every bit as beautiful as she’d always been, but everything was just that much better. Her colours were that much more vivid, her curves ever so slightly more perfected, jiggling in all the right places. Layle couldn’t deny she was having an effect on him, just presenting herself like that. He didn’t damn himself for the arousal rising beneath his robes. Such a reaction was merely mortal. Her smile reminded him of the danger of being near her at all.

“So,” she said, holding her arms out wide as if to bask in her own glory. “Let’s talk.”

Layle found his voice catching in his throat as he slowly came to terms with the realization that he didn’t think he’d even get that far. He wasn’t sure what he was doing there anymore. It seemed, at least briefly, looking into Mahiri’s eyes, so pathetically hopeless. She could break his spirit without saying anything at all. All it took was that look of [i]knowing[/i]. She was already well aware of exactly how their encounter was going to end, and there was nothing he could do about it. Or so she seemed to tell him.

No, he told himself, shouting it inside himself without making a sound. He shook off the chains of her intimidation tactics. She was a demoness, but he still [i]knew[/i] her. Mischievous, sometimes a touch greedy, but with a warmth in her heart he could only desperately hope still endured, somewhere. As a demon, perhaps she was still open to a trade. There was only one thing he could offer. Standing up tall, bold, unafraid in all the ways that mattered - and admittedly sporting a visibly tent of his robe he couldn’t hide - the healer extended his offer.

“I won’t mince words. I’m not going to beg, either. As much as you might like that.” He paused only briefly, taking a few breaths, knowing the words he chose next were the sort he could never take back. “Take me instead. For whatever purpose you want. Let your sister go. Leave her and Calli alone. I know I can’t stop you. But I just want them to be safe.”

Calli reached out for the dog when he realized where his speech was going, frowning. He’d never agreed to that. Even if it kept him safe - he wasn’t ready to sacrifice his friend to a demoness just for his own sake. The most he managed were a few grunts of disapproval. That was when he realized he was too terrified to speak, basking in the aura of a real, living demoness. Yet there Layle went, speaking on, steady, braver than anyone the calico had ever met.

Mahiri regarded him, patiently waiting for him to finish. She slowly flicked her tail from side to side as he went on, tilting her head a little too far to the side, breaking into a broader and broader grin - which did well to show off just how much sharper her fangs were since the start of her corruption. He saw her pupils dilate, and braced himself, but the expected pounce never came. Instead, she began to rumble - a familiar noise, if enhanced by her present depravity, rattling him from afar with that undeniably sultry sound.

“Interesting. Oh, Layle the Loyal. They should have made you a knight. It would have been all the sweeter to watch you fall from grace like this.”

The dog had used up all his confidence. He found himself stammering through his reply.

“D-does that mean you accept?”

Simply watching her take one step closer to him sent his insides spiralling. He felt ready to double over, clutching himself for the fear he felt. She really had gone all the way. He could feel it radiating from her. She was beyond mere corruption. A true demoness, so far from what she’d once been, not mortal at all. He wasn’t sure [i]anything[/i] could stop her. Certainly not him and his pleading eyes. He didn’t miss the way she licked her lips as she approached him, voice rumbling inside him, through him.

“Tentatively. Consider this your test. I simply [i]must[/i] make sure you’re worth keeping, mustn’t I? What sort of demon would I be if I accepted an unworthy sacrifice?”

Calli finally couldn’t take it anymore. His flames flared in his hands and his eyes alike as he stepped forth without a plan, only anger that she would show such cruelty to her former friends. Especially Layle. He got as far as three outraged syllables.

“Don’t you [i]dare[/i] -”

Mahiri held up a finger, and he was silent. He wasn’t sure if she’d cast some sort of spell on him, or if he merely lost the will to speak against her any more. Her eyes were upon him.

“You. I’ve always liked you, and that fire inside. You’re going to watch as we extinguish his. Stand knowing there is nothing I can do as we snuff out his very last ember.”

A dismissed gesture like swatting a fly sent Calli staggering. He partly levitated his way into a seat - a broad, tall-backed couch among several arranged at the sides of her throne room. Thus began her approach towards Layle, who refused to run, refused to defend himself from the most dangerous being he’d ever met. By then, the dog was throbbing hard enough to make himself suppress some whimpers, but that wasn’t what kept him standing there, ready to face whatever he brought upon himself.

He’d been so focused on Mahiri that he hadn’t until then noticed what had come over Mira. She might not have been projecting the same infernal majesty as her twin, but there was something [i]off[/i]. Gone was the bright, kind look in the druid’s eyes. Layle wondered if she even remembered what nature was anymore, despite the flash of beastly energy she gave him. She approached, and stood alongside her sister, grinning near as wickedly, swishing her tail with equal excitement.

“It’s so nice of you to arrange a whole rescue mission, Layle.” She sounded the same as usual, relaxed and aloof, in a friendly sort of way. But there was something else behind those eyes. “I’m flattered, but I think it should be obvious by now I don’t need your help. None of this was forced upon me. I’m having such a wonderful little bonding experience with my sweet sister.”

All it took was two cats to leave Layle feeling completely surrounded. Mahiri was slowly circling around him as Mira spoke, but he didn’t dare look back at her. That felt like it might have provoked her into pouncing. Every moment he spent holding perfectly still was one more he got to survive, or so it seemed to him. It appeared to be working. Mahiri didn’t make her move yet, but Mira did. At least she was gentle, to begin with.

Wrapping one arm around the nervous dog’s shoulders and drawing him in was a fine demonstration of how much stronger she’d grown in her time spent dwelling in her twin’s corruption. She pulled Layle against her naked body, letting her soft breasts and belly squish against his shaking form as she kissed him. Her smooches were tender, sweet. He didn’t return them, but he blushed intensely as he soaked them in. A lick across his face left him stunned. It was so warm, so wet, so rough and scratchy in all the best ways. She caught his cock in her free hand when it throbbed again.

“You come here with that sweet smile of yours, all kind and noble - but I know why you’re really here. I’ve seen those looks across the fire on those cold nights. It’s so charming.”

She grasped a little tighter, fingers wrapped around the outline of his shaft beneath his robe.

“We’ll get that taken care of. Don’t worry.”

All it took was her leaning into him a little more to make him walk. She guided him with her chest just under his chin, letting him rest atop her tits as she urged him along towards a softer part of the throne room. An arrangement of pillows and cushions near where Calli was captive seemed the perfect place to put on a show for the other cat. He couldn’t do much more shake his head and struggle with the invisible binds that kept him in place while Mira playfully pounced Layle down and pinned him there, grasping at his clothes, tugging them free of his body little by little.

“Not even wearing armour. It’s like you came here ready to get stripped.” She softly laughed and kissed him on the neck, adding a nibble that gave him a brief but stark sample of how sharp her fangs really were.

Mahiri loomed meanwhile, crouching down next to the pair but not laying a hand on Layle just yet. One touch probably would have been all it took to spread that corruption into him, or so he assumed. He didn’t feel too tainted yet even with a rumbling pantheress rubbing all over him. She applied her whole body to his, making a blanket of her especially soft form while she stole his clothing, sometimes carelessly tearing it with a small giggle of amusement. Even uncorrupted, she had always been a devious cat.

“Show him a little taste of everything he could have,” Mahiri said, licking her lips. “Make him yours.”

“You make it sound so scary.” Mira still had that sisterly teasing tone in her voice even when speaking to her demoness of a sibling. She leaned in close to Layle and whispered in his ear, as gently as ever. “I’m not going to hurt you. Maybe wear you out a little. But I promise. No teeth. No claws. Just the stuff that feels the best.”

One more tug of his robe, and she stripped him completely, leaving little more than shreds clinging to his wrists. Nabbing those, she pinned him and sat back on her cock, giving him a good grind up and down between the cheeks of her ass. He was rigid to the point of discomfort, giving little breaths and groans over how urgently he needed to cum. She wasn't going to keep him waiting. No matter how frightening the circumstances might have been, he still saw it as a mercy and a kindness when she adjusted herself just right and introduced his shaft to the soft lips of her deliciously soaked pussy, allowing him to slowly spread her out on the way down to the very base.

She engulfed him with ease, and yet was still so very tight. Seated on his hips, she stayed that way for as long as she liked, simply squeezing on him, kneading him with those internal flexes and twitches that kept him absolutely rigid. One little slip of concentration and he was going to cum inside of her. That was all it was going to take. Instead, he raised his shaky hands and managed to clasp her hips, if weakly, while she began to ride him.

The sloppy [i]schlurp-schlop[/i] of her drenched pussy sliding up and down his shaft was enough to make him tilt his head right back and moan as if screaming for her. The change in his view left him looking up at Calli from below. The pyromancer’s expression was impossible to read. There was dismay, and plenty of fear, but perhaps a flicker of hope now that things were going a little better. His lust was undeniable, too. It was easier to hide in his thicker robes, but Layle could smell that spice on him.

Mira couldn’t keep herself from demonstrating a little of that newly enhanced strength. Layle had seen her in a form walking on all fours, but he suspected even that paled in comparison to the power of her hips driving down on him. She was rough, but she didn’t hurt him, technically keeping her promise even as she thumped down on him in tit-bouncing, belly-jiggling thrusts. He could only grip her as tightly as he could and hope to survive the right, plunging inside her sopping cunt again and again, gritting his teeth, trying not to moan too loudly right in front of Calli.

Maybe it was going well. He let himself believe that while the pleasures of Mira’s silky pussy enveloped much of his thought. Mahiri remained an ever-looming threat, lurking so very close to the whole scene, her stiff cock on full display and projecting a potent musk, but she was surprisingly patient for a demon and a cat alike. She would wait her turn. Mira didn’t need much longer to milk Layle dry anyway, bouncing, rolling her hips, massaging his dick with every single curve and angle inside of her. Layle managed to edge himself for a heroic amount of time considering the intensity of the stimulation, the bliss of having such a silky cat on his cock, but when she clamped down tight with those orgasmic contractions, it was all over.

The surge of energy in black cat’s eyes was as frightening as it was arousing. He knew she was already corrupted, and that giving her his seed wasn’t the smartest thing he’d ever done, but he simply had no choice. He didn’t [i]want[/i] to have a choice. There was still a cursory squirm on his part, not quite a struggle, but a suitable expression of his inner conflict. Nothing he did was a match for those inner muscles working him from the very tip of his cock, down to his base. He had his balls pressed right snug against the lips of her pussy as if to lose the rest of himself inside her, left twitching, aching, and for just a moment forgetting all about the danger around him.

It didn’t last. The moment of sweet release came accompanied by a plethora of feline snarls, from each of the siblings alike. It was immediately disconcerting just how similar those two cats sounded. Layle had heard them roar plenty of times, but never like that. The corruption had gone deep within Mira already, and there he was, pinned down and gripped between her thighs, cumming as hard as he could inside of her. There was nothing to do but accept the bliss she bestowed upon him. Even if, just for a moment, he found himself spurting so hard he swore he felt something uncertain yet tangible part of his body [i]slip[/i], ever so briefly untethered from the rest of him.

Whatever it was, it remained in place once his orgasm subsided. He found himself still twitching, still writhing and even giving a few small thrusts, just to preserve the velvet touch of the panther’s cunt around his cock just a little longer. She didn’t let him have it. Pulling off with a startling [i]schlop[/i], letting his juices trail down her thighs, she swished her tail a few times. It was her turn to loom. She made like a gargoyle, staring down at the defeated dog boy, at Layle’s form, all sprawled out and naked on the cushions, looking the picture of decadence, the intense violet of her eyes boring through him. That was how she remained, until Mahiri obscured her view.

Layle was faintly aware of the leopardess moving. His brain registered a threat, flooding him with adrenaline and fear, but he never got so much as a chance to act. Mahiri was all over him as soon as the moment began. There was nothing natural about her speed, nor that warm, dangerously enticing touch of hers. She radiated temptation, and Layle was as hard as ever for it. Crawling on him, rubbing on him, humping his leg and his belly all in one thrust with that enormous cock of hers soon left him with her scent upon his bare fur.

“Hmm. How shall I take you, dear Layle? It never did feel right that we went on so many adventures together, yet I never fucked you. How cruel I’ve been to leave you so deprived.”

She shoved herself between his thighs, spreading his legs, making him lift them. That wasn’t going to do given her girth, but she made the most of it. Licking him, nibbling on him, tracing her claws up and down his arms, she left him quivering under every touch. Soon, she sat up, snatching him, dragging him into her clutches. He wasn’t fully paralyzed, but the strength had largely left his body. Faintly kicking his legs was the best he could do while he got spun around and bent over in her clutches. The new position left him looking directly at Calli’s captive form.

The pyromancer’s expression was one of understandable dismay, even if the arousal of the whole situation left his muscles tense. Mira tended to him in time, slipping in alongside him with her pussy still dripping, running her fingers up and down his body, teasing at his bulge. She didn’t offer him any sort of relief just yet. That might have meant interrupting the show. Mahiri was as vicious as expected with her prize, leaving Layle bracing his paws against her knees just for some sense of stability while she pushed her cock beneath his tail, ready to do what seemed impossible.

Her size made Layle anticipate screaming. He knew she wouldn’t care if she destroyed him, no matter how painful it might have been. Yet despite how far she spread him out just to enter his mortal body, to spread her demonic corrupting deep within him, he never for a moment felt more than a momentary strain. It was somehow worse that it felt so good. The persistent sense that perhaps she was right all along, that there was nothing to to save Mira from did its best to invade Layle’s thoughts while he got his belly bulged by more shiny, stark black big cat cock spearing deep into his backside.

There was nowhere to look but at his companion. At first, Layle tried to suppress his pleasured expression while Mahiri fucked him. Those deep, harsh strokes shook his entire body and left him struggling to keep his eyes from rolling back at times. He couldn’t deny what she made him feel. There were pleasures beyond any mortal sex coursing through his every nerve, crackling down his spine while she pounded his tight rump and made him leak precum near as thick as a cumshot. His mouth curled into a doggish smile all on its own, leaving him panting, drooling, sometimes whimpering for his new mistress, all while Calli was left to watch the scene, unable to comment.

Mira eventually got her hand under the other cat’s robes so she could tease his cock proper. She made sure to be lazy with it, giving him nothing more than a casual stroke up and down his glistening length, making a mess of her palm and fingers for how much he was leaking. It was never quite enough to get him off. She slowed down if he ever got close, edging the helpless cat, leaving him to curl his lips into what might have been a moan, but no sound escaped. He was as good as silenced while the demon ravaged his friend and healer, watching Layle’s body bouncing under the constant assault of the powerful, lustful demoness swinging her hips into him.

It was a steady rhythm for a while. Of course it didn’t last. Mahiri wrapped the dog up in a chokehold of sorts, hugging him close to her chest in the final moments, slamming into him as furiously as she snarled in his ear. He flinched away from her, yet couldn’t help but keep on squirming, gripping, massaging her cock with his rising climax. He closed his eyes, tongue flopping with the motion of her thrusts, his own shaft slapping against the outline in his belly. Every muscle he had was tense. He curled his fingers and toes, eyes watering as he clenched them shut, as if to banish it all. Yet he knew well there was no denying he was getting fucked by a demonic aberration, and loving every second of it. He longed to feel her defiling seed within him.

Mahiri gave him all that and so much more. He whimpered when the first shot hit him, bloating him in an instant. It took until the second heavy shot of spunk before it was overflowing from him. By the third, he could taste it. He liked to at least think it was the constant barrage of sensations and not her flavour that set him off so hard. Either way, he was cumming for her, hard. Gushing over the floor, painting the pillows all the way to Calli’s feet. It wasn’t stopping. Maybe she had lent him some of her own seed, to leave him shooting that hard in constant, almost unendurable ecstasy.

She left him drained, destroyed, body limp but cock refusing to soften. There she held him, showing him off, totally hands free, completely impaled on her shaft and supported by its strength alone. In time, she allowed him to slowly slop off its ruin-bringing length, cum squirting out wherever there was space until he was finally just a fountain of leopard jizz, falling flat on his face beneath her. Exhausted and concerned for the integrity of his own body, Layle made the faint effort to rise at least to a crawl. Mahiri’s hands were all over him before he got anywhere.

“Look at you. The devoted healer, the ever-faithful, loyal hound. Cum-stuffed and drooling at my feet. Your devotion would make you my most prized worshipper, if I wanted. Yet I think I would rather drain you.”

Layle gave a whimper at the sound. He knew how many ways there were to interpret such a statement, and he wasn’t ready for any of them. Calli struggled against his unseen bonds a little harder, lips trembling their way to a wordless utterance before he was silent again. Mira continued playing with him, lightly squeezing his balls, examining him more than pleasuring him to ensure he didn’t cum. He wasn’t allowed yet. There was still so much more of their show to enjoy. They hadn’t even come to the grand finale yet.

For as broken as he was, Layle found the strength to stand when she forced him to. Maybe it was already some small taste of the corruption that came with carrying her seed inside him. He was pushing past his usual physical limits and feeling so good doing it. His shaft was hard, mightily throbbing, if paling in comparison to Mahiri’s own. She stood before him, tall, nimble, shapely, letting him [i]hear[/i] every single potent pump and pulse running through her cock. Each one made that broad cumslit stretch and yawn, dripping an excess of juices. It had a gravitational pull all its own.

Layle knew she was puppeting him, and yet it still felt to some extent like exercising his own free will when he so boldly stepped forth to take her unspoken invitation and stick his trembling dick straight inside her much bigger shaft. She enveloped him right down to his nuts all in one smooth slurping motion, and she didn’t stop there either. The demoness wasn’t content until she had overtaken his nuts in the squeezing grip of her cock, leaving Layle on the very tips of his toes, enduring a milking, kneading grip unlike anything he’d ever felt before. For everything he’d already offered the two big cats in orgasmic tribute, he knew he had so much more to give. He [i]had[/i] to.

“You’re going to give me your cum, and then you’re going to give sweet Mira everything else. She has been longing for her first, but none were so perfect as you.” Mahiri’s grin was growing as broad as her patron’s. Or was that even still the relationship between the leopard and her unseen corruptor anymore? Layle had no idea.

At times, he struggled to stand, especially when she pumped around him so intensely as to lift him right to his toes. Other times, he was simply struggling to endure at all. Pleasure could corrupt itself to torment when there was simply too much. Such a demonic perversion it was, to twist such a wonderful thing. There was still plenty for Layle to enjoy about getting his cock sucked by a bigger, stronger one. It flexed in such spectacular ways around every single inch of his shaft, massaging him, teasing him, stimulating him unlike anything he’d ever felt before. Of course he had even more cum for her.

It took some concentration not to lose himself completely to her charms, not to collapse under the sensations overtaking his mind. Eventually, he was bold enough to reach out and grasp the cock pumping around his own. He wasn’t going to do her the dignity of stroking it, despite her flirty smirk. Instead, he just gripped. It helped keep him something resembling steady, even if he was shaking all over. His eyes were watering, blurring the edges of his vision, making Mahiri take on an even more frightfully enticing silhouette. Or maybe she was simply changing forms right before him. Nothing could surprise him anymore, except perhaps just how much cum he still had inside him.

Surely that was a sign her corruption had already taken within his body. Productivity like that was far from natural. No regular magic could conjure up an orgasm like the one that rattled through Layle’s body, leaving him fighting off something more like a scream than a moan. That was a losing effort. He let out his best whimpers while she drained his balls down to the very last drop, gaining momentum, cumming harder and harder until he acquired a new fear entirely. He felt the tethers, looser than ever. Something was about to shake free of its binds. Was it possible to lose his soul through orgasm alone?

He didn’t get a definitive answer, and he was much happier for it. Just when he reached the brink, when he teetered on the very edge of what felt surely like total oblivion, she let him go. It was surprisingly unceremonious. All that intensity, that screaming bliss and ultimate relief of all that built-up pressure and she simply ... released him. He was allowed to messily pull his shaft from hers and step back. Finally soft, completely satisfied, he panted in the ensuing silence, waiting for Mahiri to speak. The spark of something even worse behind her emerald eyes told him she had plenty on her mind.

“You must feel so drained right now. Don’t you, pretty little doggy?” She reached out to stroke under her chin, but allowed him to flinch away. “Yet you can still be so much emptier. You have something we want. Something [i]I[/i] want, so very badly. But I will show you how kind I truly am, and leave you to my beloved sister.”

Mira rose up from her seat to step up alongside her sibling. They shared a kiss before their captives, flashing a mutual smile in the aftermath. It was getting increasingly difficult to tell them apart. Not for any change in their colours, but for the way they smiled and gleamed as one, fangs bared, sharing even in their body language. Each of them radiated pure threat. Layle found himself with a little more control over himself once again, enough at least to step back from them in fear, and trip over one of those damn pillows. Mahiri let him fall. Mira followed him down.

She caught him before he could get all the way to the cushions. Clutching him in that embrace, she forced him into a kiss before he could so much as gasp. It was something so much more than making out with him. Certainly it was deeply intimate and sloppy, but it was also so much more. The tethers were broken. Whatever it was that was loose inside of him was free for the black cat to manipulate to whatever ends she wished. Only when she began to suck and swallow did Layle realize what it truly was. The only response he could manage to horror beyond his mortal comprehension was a scream.

That was [i]him[/i] she was swallowing whole. Right out of his body. The wails of terror came not from his mortal mouth, but from that of his immortal soul. A ghostly, golden-hued copy of his body, it slithered down Mira’s throat gulp by gulp, no matter how much he struggled. Complete, utter panic on his soul’s behalf didn’t translate to his increasingly dormant body. His arms fell down by his sides, his muscles relaxed. He slumped and succumbed to his fate on the outside, but there was a thrashing, panicking spiritual soul sliding down the corrupted cat’s gullet, helpless to prevent his horrible fate.

Calli couldn’t do much either. He fought desperately against his bonds, but he wasn’t even allowed to scream his shock and fury. The demons kept him completely still while the pantheress feasted upon that precious thing, swallowing Layle’s soul just like she would any other belly. She was already so corrupted as to easily feed upon such energy, such a vitally important piece of Layle’s eternity. The struggle would have been valiant if it passed on to his body. Instead, he was simply a husk from which to extract his soul without any resistance at all.

She remained where she was, pounced atop her prey, drinking from within him until there was only one last glimmer of that golden soul. The pantheress didn’t hesitate. She swallowed that last trace of his essence and let his light be engulfed by the darkness of her gut. It bulged, despite the immaterial nature of that devoured soul. Maybe it was more corporeal than Layle had ever thought. That just made it all the more precious, all the more vulnerable to damage and destruction. And he could already hear the churning around him.

His screams rose up from the black cat’s yawning mouth. He fought not just for his life, but for his [i]ever[/i]. The walls just closed in tighter, beginning to silence him, to crush him down and mulch him into more power for the corrupted cat. Mahiri pressed close. She stroked the panther’s middle with her, kneading into the existing chub and the captive beneath. Calli shook violently where he sat, fighting with all he had to escape from his bindings, to pour all his rage and passion into one great outburst of magic that might have harmed even a demon. Instead, he did nothing but sit where he was, quivering - and still erect, no matter how much he tried to ignore it and let it go back down.

“Alllll mine.” Mira sighed. “Oh, it really is as good as you said. Even better. It’s like cumming every single second ... and it’s only getting better the more he melts.”

There was perhaps a brief flicker of hope in Calli’s eyes when something else moved. Layle’s body had been limp and motionless for a few minutes, sprawled out on the cushions. It blinked a few times all of a sudden, and began to sit up, slowly. Calli vaguely nodded, doing his best to encourage the dog’s flesh half to reunite with his soul, to do [i]something[/i]. Yet when Layle’s soulless form turned back to regard the cat, it was with a blank expression devoid of recognition, of fear, of understanding anything at all. Layle’s memories and emotions, everything that had ever made him [i]him[/i], were all melting down inside the belly of the pantheress, and his remaining body was all but inconsequential.

They ignored it. All was deep, warm rumbles echoing ringing through the chamber as Mahiri massaged her twin’s belly and helped knead in what was left of that soul. Mira was changing as she absorbed the screaming form of the dog inside of her. She melted down everything he’d been, everything he would ever be, everything he had once meant to her, until there was nothing left but one last [i]gworgle[/i] that came with his permanent silence. As she did, her claws grew, her fangs got longer and more numerous, her eyes blazed with that demonic impurity. She was still the same cat, at first glance, but her aura, her powerful presence was already so much [i]more[/i].

“And gone.” She smiled and licked her lips, eyes on Calli the whole time. She opened wide to show him the confines of her maw, just to make sure he knew it was true. Layle was dead for good, soul digested inside her to set her permanently on the path of demonhood.

“More or less. Though really we’re just speaking technically at this point. Everything that made him who he was is all yours to keep.” She kissed her twin again. “What should we do with the rest of him? Do you want it?”

Mira regarded that shambling form of what had once housed Layle. For a few moments here and there, he looked to have something resembling an emotion - faint flashes and flickers of expressions crossing his face, confusion or disorientation mostly. The panther shrugged.

“I don’t see any need. I have him right here. And here.” She touched her belly, then her breasts. They were both heavier than before, in such an enticing way, especially with her fur all the sleeker with Layle’s contribution.

“Then I’ll show you what else this body can do. This won’t take long.”

“Hm?” Mira had questions, but it was simpler just to watch a demonstration. Mahiri was already moving.

There was no need to crouch low and stalk towards her prey. The leopardess approached Layle’s body and grabbed him on the shoulder before he could wander any farther. She licked her lips, and Calli did his very best to try to look away, expecting something gruesome. Instead, she easily wrestled the healer’s body to the ground, manipulating and playing with him like a toy. Rolling over, she planted her ass right on his muzzle, completely engulfing his entire muzzle in the white crevice of fur between the rosettes. That left him buried deep in the accumulated sweat that came with the exertion and fucking and draining him, overwhelming whatever remained of his primitive mind with her dark feline musk.

It was pure, ancient survival instinct that roused Layle from his stupor once she started clenching. He didn’t know where he was or what was happening to him, just that he had to resist. All the squirming had a way of getting Mahiri hard. She settled down smoothly despite all his struggles, wrapping his face up with her cheeks, jamming his muzzle against and then into her hole. Deeper, deeper. She was rumbling around him, slowly stroking her cock, taking in the pleasure of his final fear. It would have been better if he could still think well enough to know what a bad situation he was in, but she didn’t complain.

The steady scrunch of her hole stretching around his head, then his shoulders went on smoothly. Mahiri’s belly began to bulge with her prey as surely as Mira’s smoothed over. She was trimmer than her sister, and so she swelled up all the more by the time Layle’s soulless body was halfway up her ass. A little wiggle of her hips and she slowly rose back to her feet, letting the natural clenches and flexes work around his middle and down towards his thighs. Whatever still animated him kept him kicking right down to the very last squeeze.

Mahiri flexed him away with a throb of her cock and a spurt of precum that got some impressive distance while she sealed the last of him beside that taut hole. She transformed a whole person into a gut bulge with alarming speed. Slowly swaying, swinging her hips, showing off to Calli, she soon turned so she could stick her belly out in his direction. There was still some movement in there. Some part of Layle was still alive, but it didn’t amount to much. Not half a minute inside her stomach and he was already getting loudly crunched down and crushed into a nice pulpy, digestible self for her to absorb without a second thought.

“Oooh, that looks so fun! I want to try it.” Mira’s excitement almost shook her from her usual laid back demeanour for a moment.

“We have an [i]excellent[/i] candidate for your first right here. It will be a lot easier on that fine ass of yours if he’s not struggling too much though.” Mahiri beckoned to the cat. “I think we can fix that. Stand for us, firecat.”

Calli did as told, still trembling, still trying so very hard to get even a single word out. The strain was evident in the desperation reflected in his eyes. Yet he could only obey, rising and staggering over to where the cats awaited him. Leopard and panther alike were thoroughly glistening in sweat after an indulgence like that, steaming in the heat of the room - which Mahiri seemed to be able to control at will. Perhaps the fires of all the hells themselves were burning just beneath the floor to get them dripping like that. Either way, they were going to need a proper [i]rag[/i].

They allowed Calli just enough of his own free movement to allow him to try pushing them away, or squirming out of their grasp once they had their hands all over him. He probably couldn’t have cast a spell even if he wasn’t partly restrained. His mind was far too shaken for that after all he’d just witnessed. Every step Mahiri took jostled around the contents of her belly a little more. Every noisy churn compressed what little was left of Layle down all the more. She was getting thicker right in front of Calli’s eyes, jiggling a little bit more, sweat splashing off her bouncing tits.

That was where he found his face, despite his pulling away. Mahiri seized him by the head and shoved him deep into her cleavage. He could do nothing but breathe her. She used him for her sweatrag, wiping up her flowing perspiration until the scent was deeply soaked into his fur. That was enough to leave her mark, but of course she wasn’t content yet. She kept grinding on him, drenching him, immersing him, overwhelming him until he had no choice but to gasp - the first of many mistakes.

Taking in a mouthful of her taste was the kind of thing to immediately take much of the tension out of his muscles. Drinking her musk down left his legs shaking, his body weaker, submitting to the demon cat a little more with every swallow, every desperate huff. She could have easily kept him there until he suffocated, and he would have gone out with a smile on his face. Instead, she removed him, so she could start tugging at his ropes, stealing them off his body, shredding them until he was down to his bare fur, showing off his arousal for them both.

Mira went for it again, wrapping her fingers around it, stroking smoothly, warming, rumbling in his ear. She didn’t have to force him much when she turned his head with one hand and pointed his muzzle directly into the sweat-pool that was her underarm. Calli dove deep and got himself all the more drenched. It took him a few shaky breaths before he couldn’t restrain himself anymore. He had to start licking. Mira gave a pleased purr along with a gentle laugh when she felt those eager slurps.

“Sooooo desperate to serve. I always knew you had such a crush on me, Calli. I just didn’t think you’d be my little sweatslut. I like it.”

She kept him there a little longer, but she wasn’t about to drown him yet. He was panting steam for all the heat he’d swallowed when she pulled him back. There was a silly smile on his face where the terror was supposed to be. Surrounded by the twins, forced to kiss them all over, slowly getting pushed down to his knees, he throbbed and writhed while he serviced them. Licking down to the base of Mahiri’s cock and sniffing the fur just above the base imbued him with a potent dose of demonic pheromones, as did shoving his muzzle right between Mira’s thighs and eating out her sloppy cunt - complete with one last taste of Layle, and the mess he’d made there. They let him alternate like that a little while before urging him right down to the floor.

For how big they were, it might have been easy to crush him under those heavy paws, but they settled for just gently walking on him. Bringing those pads closer and closer to his face, they took turns stepping on his dazed features, pressing yet more perspiration into his fur, and his skin beneath. Rubbing his nose with her toes until he latched on and started sucking one of them, Mira gave a few excited swishes of her tail, speaking about Calli as if he wasn’t there. He could barely hear her, much less understand her at that point.

“Should I just sit on him and figure it out as I go? I can hardly wait.” Her rumbles were all the more intense than usual.

“You might not even have to do that.” Mahiri nodded down at the pyromancer sucking on the panther’s paw. “Give him the opportunity, and see what he does, all by himself.”

Mira took on a devious smirk. She knew exactly what her sister meant. With a raise of her paw, she stepped to the side, and slowly brought herself down right alongside Calli. Another swish of her tail, and she flicked it upwards, giving him full access to everything he could want. It only took a moment for the calico to roll himself over and dive right in between her cheeks, pressing his muzzle taut against her smooth, dark asshole. A few licks, a deep sniff, and he rubbed in closer and closer, nuzzling, worshipping, absolutely obsessed over the panther and her silky, sweaty body. He was all but feeding himself to her all on his own.

Mahiri got behind them both, reaching down to rub Calli’s back, encouraging that eager ass-worshipper along. Dipping his snout inside the pantheress, he sniffed her again, and stayed right where he was despite the first clench. Mira didn’t have to do much more than raise her hips and grind back into her prey. Her body did much of the work all on its own. That corruption had already taken so well. And it could go so much deeper. She just needed another meal, another prey, body and soul, and Calli was offering himself up to her for nothing more than the musk he received in return.

It wasn’t until Mira clamped around his face, under his chin, and then down to his neck that something resembling reality returned to him. Images of what he’d seen happen to Layle flashed through his mind. Mira had devoured the precious dog’s soul. Calli had been horrified. And yet there he was, licking her ass so deeply he was partly inside of her. The realization left him reeling, tugging back, panicking. She just clamped down all the harder on him, while Mahiri grasped him by the wrists to keep his arms restrained at his sides.

“Shhh. You know where you belong,” Mira cooed, gentle and coaxing. “I’m going to enjoy this so much. I’m going to be so [i]grateful[/i].”

Teasing at his old crush on her wasn’t going to work on him. He’d seen what she’d become, what they both had. Mahiri licked down his spine until she could tease him between his thighs while he struggled. She sucked his balls one at a time, then doubled up, slurping, kneading, teasing him with pleasure he couldn’t bear while his body vanished into the black cat’s backside. Mira wiggled a little, arching her back, grinding into her new toy while she swallowed him with her plump ass. The squeezes claiming him were already squishing and crunching him down, forcing him into a smaller and smaller space on the way to her stomach.

Mahiri even gave a few licks under Calli’s tail before the cat was gone. She ran her claws down his thighs, then the back of his calves once he was halfway inserted in the pantheress. Mira grabbed a pillow in the middle of it all, placing it under her pussy just so she’d have something to grind on through the blissful experience. Whenever Calli tried to cry out, whether it was to curse her, or to beg, she moaned out loud, missing whatever he said. There was only a little more of him to drag into her flexing, stretching hole, compressing his whole body rigid in those powerful inner muscles, slurping, dragging, crackling all the way down every single sweat-drenched inch of him.

Then he was gone. One last flail of his tail, one last wiggle of his toes, and the cat a shape in the belly of a bigger feline. Mira humped that pillow until she roared, until she was digging her claws into the cushions and squirting on them. A snarling orgasm like that was what Calli was worth. That and the steady [i]glurrrrrrn[/i] as she pulled him deeper and deeper into her body, winding him through the long passage, through the tunnel that clamped and nearly crushed him until he was finally settled in her stomach proper. It was already gurgling, already simmering and ready to melt him down. His body got the brunt of it, at first.

The more he thrashed and panicked inside of her, the more he felt that loosening, that untethering of his spirit, melting right out of his body with the rest of him. It was going quickly - but not that quickly. He was still going to have to endure every passing minute of it, every detail of his body slowly melting off the bones until there was nothing left of him or the screaming soul within him. Mira claimed a little more of him with every gurgle, and Mahiri was there to help her twin settle down with rumbles and rubs all night long.

The two of them cuddled in the court of the demon queen - a place that was perhaps going to need a second throne, soon enough. Mira gave the occasional shudder or twitch as her body changed over the course of that digestive process, but mostly she was calm. She purred with her twin and shared the occasional kiss, sometimes rubbing or grinding on each other’s legs until sleep came. Even as demons, they could still rest, could still embrace the sweetness of dozing and dreaming together while the outline of Calli got compressed down and his very soul got squeezed out his body.

“Rest, and awaken changed. I can feel the power flowing through you.”

“Am I going to start talking in such grandiose fashion when I’m a demon?” Mira couldn’t help a little sibling teasing, even at such a moment.

Mahiri gave a smile. “You should try it on the next ones. It’s fun.”

Worse than struggling and being ignored was feeling Mira peacefully slumbering while he fought for his very existence. Calli knew he was going to lose. The most terrible fate he could imagine was overtaking him, and all because he’d been foolish enough to trust the notion that there might still be some good left in Mira. Either the corruption of her sister was simply too powerful, or they had both always just been [i]like[/i] that. Big cats taking what they wanted shouldn’t have come as a surprise. Calli stewed and digested in those thoughts for the entire night.

His last screams didn't even wake the black cat. He no longer had a body to thrash with, but he could wail as a ghost of himself, a melting soul sloshing into goo within a half-demon panther’s stomach. She absorbed his soul and snuffed out his last gasps, erasing him and processing him into a part of her. A few of her rosettes took on a little extra gleam if they caught the light just right, shining orange like his fur. That subtle touch would go well with the subtle streak of Layle’s golden light in her black hair.

When she awoke, it was like any other cat. Lots of yawning and stretching preceded her properly rising. Mahiri woke with her, laying a morning kiss upon her even in that starless place. They took each other’s hands on the way to their feet once more. Mahiri flashed with her demonic energy as usual, and Mira stood tall, proud, more gorgeous than she’d ever been. Every part of her was sleek and shiny in all the best of ways. She could feel the power, and the urge to build it all the more. Calli jiggled on her body just right, making her plump where she wanted him to, bouncing with her joyful steps.

“Ohhhh, Mahiri. This has been such a [i]gift[/i]. It’s everything I’ve ever needed.”

“It’s just as I told you, the first night when I came to you.” Mahiri was gently rumbling, slowly swaying her tail. “We can be so much more together.”

“Mmmmmm. I thought I understood it then. But now I [i]see[/i].”

“We will do so much more than see.”

She leaned in for a kiss, and they locked lips once more, as twins, as demon kin, and more. The city above wasn’t ready for the terrors they were ready to unleash. Nor was the world beyond. A few minutes of their shared intimacy, and Mira pulled back, licking her lips, then giving a snicker.

“Now, as much as I would like to linger on this intimate moment, I think it’s time we sent those boys to the darkness.”

“Of course. To the pit we go.”

It wasn’t the most romantic way to start the day together as true demons, but those big cats were still going to enjoy ridding themselves of everything that remained of Layle and Calli alike. The dog and the cat were all churned up, melted down by those powerful bodies, and they were going to be nothing more than mounds of leopard and panther shit somewhere somewhere at the bottom of a great, black hole. Their skulls would clatter against the walls on the way down, and embed themselves in the waste they were, serving as an epitaph equal parts morbid and crude. Utterly ruined, and never to be seen again, gone from the world and the next, serving as nothing more than fodder for the ascension of the demon panther - such innocent souls had a tendency to end up that way in that cursed world.