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Performing a royal assassination in full view of the guards, nobles, and guests of the court and slipping away unharmed and perhaps even unseen was not outside the realm of their capabilities. Mahiri had taken well to her mother’s teachings, even if she still preferred the thieving life over the colder, more disciplined ways of the assassin. As for Indira - the tigress was a legend, and a complete unknown, all in one. None knew her face, but they knew her legacy, and the impossible, untouchable targets felled by her talents. It would have been far from her first regicide. Yet for all their skills, a more subtle approach was always wise. Mahiri had long since infiltrated the royal kitchens, in disguise as a humble servant so that she could have access to the queen and princess’ extravagant dinners - and the royal wine, most importantly. Such excess in times of famine meant the contract was not unexpected. Especially given the tales of those tossed into the dungeons for so much as disagreeing with the cruel leaders. All it took was a drop of something that wasn’t quite poison, slipped into a cask when no one was looking, and the job was assured. “Guard the bottom of the stairs, but no further,” Queen Katrien said to one of her sworn protectors, through gritted teeth. “Let none disturb us for any reason. No matter what happens. No matter what you hear.” To allow his eyes to stray for even a moment would have spelled the end for the knight. He didn’t dare even glimpse the bulge in his queen’s dress. No matter how much it throbbed. The look in Katrien’s eyes was absolutely unhinged. As for the princess standing right beside her, Kara looked more dazed than anything. She wore a silly smile and was emitting a constant purr, swinging her tail back and forth. Her dress wasn’t meant to conceal that level of arousal either. All it had taken was one sip each, and the rulers were as good as drugged. That was the kind of aphrodisiac that could have been lethal if administered in only a slightly higher dose. Instead, it left them both absolutely shaking with the need for release. The rumours proved correct, and the first one the queen turned to was her pretty daughter. Kara was happy to have her hand snatched. She followed along as the queen dragged her up the stairs to the royal bedchambers - picking her own, simply for it being closer. There, their fate awaited them. Mahiri had done well to learn all the secret passageways of the castle in her time spent working there. As for Indira, the shadowy tigress had her ways. They lurked in the darkness of the chamber, knowing it was only a matter of time before the lust-drunk queen and princess stumbled inside, paying no mind to their surroundings. At that point, even the clumsiest of amateurs could have ambushed them. They were upon each other before they were even safely behind the closed door, falling into each other’s embrace, grinding through their dresses, moaning into each other’s mouths. Neither of them questioned why they were so desperately horny without warning. They could only care about the sudden need for release, an urge so intense it felt as if they might have died without it. “I expect you to conduct yourself as befits your bloodline,” Katrien snarled through clenched teeth. “Do not let me down. This is your most urgent duty of all.” Kara could barely answer for her own moaning. “Mmmmmmm ...” She sighed, she blinked, and eventually she remembered herself in the fury of it all. “Can’t we just forget about all this duty talk, for a little while. Just to feel good ...” That earned a mighty, royal harumph. “Everything you do shall be under the closest of scrutiny once you have the throne. There is no room for relaxing. Only accomplishing what is put before you to the utmost of your abilities.” “But I’m so horrrrrny ...” Kara said, half-fussing, half-rumbling, as leaned all the closer to her mother. The sounds of their forbidden pleasures spilled down the stairs to the ears of a very flustered guard. Neither royal cat showed a hint of caring. Instead, they fell into each other’s embrace and navigated their bodies in a way they knew so well. The queen might normally have chastised the princess for tearing such a valuable dress, but they were both beyond caring about such things by then. The sound of ripping fabric and purring overtook all else, along with their driving scents of primal need. They were yowling, sometimes even clawing and biting just to get closer to what they needed. Soon a pair of cocks were pressed closely together, with the queen’s flared shape easily outsizing the princess’ more modest shaft. There was no time for teasing, for working up to anything resembling intimate. It was pure animal instinct, tunnel visioned in on one another, humping, grinding, leaking juices on one another’s fur. If she was just a little more eager, Katrien might have knocked her daughter over just by humping her. There was absolutely nothing that could have distracted them from each other while they worked towards something more, already shuffling, groping, pushing at each other to try to figure out what sort of position they even wanted to get into. The two of them might have crouched there all night and simply allowed the royals to wear themselves out. Yet for all her professional patience, Indira didn’t pass up an opportunity when she saw one. Mahiri could only sit back and watch with the usual admiration, taking mental notes on form and technique. The tigress sprang forth instantly, and snatched the queen for herself, crashing to the royal bed with her. What started as alarm and protest quickly melted away when Katrien found herself pinned beneath a warm, growling feline, with a pair of striped thighs wrapped around her waist. Whoever that beautiful intruder might have been, she had the right idea. “Brigand ...” she began, but got no further. Indira’s expression alone was enough to stifle further protests. “Silence,” the tigress said. Mahiri needed no such haste. She was free to reveal herself - having discarded the servant’s clothing in favour of her usual black leather, and unfurled her hair to display the full length of her shoulder-splayed crimson locks. Kara’s eyes were upon the queen and the tigress, but as soon as she saw the leopard approaching her from the shadows, she could look at nothing else. Standing, clasping her hands together, the princess throbbed and dripped on the floor of the royal bedroom while that seductive rogue made her silent approach. “Ohh ... ohhh it’s you,” she said. “A princess who recognizes her servants? That’s unusual. Though I am hard to forget.” The leopard grinned brightly. All Mahiri had to do was offer a hand, and the princess was all hers. She walked Kara over to the side of the same bed her mother was pinned upon, and gently bent her over it. Leaning close to rumble in the ear of the horny princess, licking it, nibbling it, she soon found herself just as stiff. A few tugs of certain straps and buckles was all it took. She always knew how to get out of her armour quickly for such occasions, and she wanted nothing more than to stretch herself out and press her bare fur against the other cat’s back. Splitting those fine cheeks with her cock was just a bonus. “Take me ... whoever you really are ... “ came the princess’ moan, earning a mildly disapproving side-eye from the queen, while she could still offer it. Indira worked in even lighter clothing, never one for anything that might restrict her movement. She needed to simply brush aside that simple robe, and she could lay herself over the queen like a blanket. Her growls remained deep, and possibly threatening. The queen was no threat to her, but she made it clear without the need for words that there was to be absolutely no misbehaving. No fleeing, no going for a hidden weapon, no calling for the guards, even if they had been warned away. The queen’s title meant nothing beneath the tigress, and her fangs. Katrien could only softly nod her head while she throbbed between those striped thighs, leaking a steady stream down her desperately engorged shaft. She accepted the terms. “Good,” the tigress said, as brusque as ever. With that contract sealed, the tigress climbed on top of that hefty, flared cock without hesitation. She wasn’t the largest cat around, but she was flexible. All she needed to do was snugly press her pussy to that blunt tip, and she began to spread herself slowly over its girth, taking in those constant spurts of excitement. Her age didn’t slow her in the slightest. She remained fiercely glaring even as she settled down deeper and deeper on that royal dick. Taking it until it bulged her belly, she slowly swayed her hips, lashing her tail, her expression one that almost dared the queen to so much as move. After some time, Katrien dared at least reach up and place her hand on Indi’s hips, so that she might get a nice feel of that taut, round ass. The scintillating squelch of sloppy sex so swiftly ensuing was the inspiration Mahiri needed to mount that princess. Not that she needed much more after seeing Kara’s smug, royal face looking out over the court from where she’d hid, watching her during those undercover days. For all the excesses the princess had indulged in, for all she was responsible for, Mahiri wondered if she even deserved the release she was all but begging for. Those thoughts were easy to push aside when her cock throbbed just right. That sleek, glossy shaft leaked a nice long strand of precum as she rubbed it against Kara’s rump, smearing up her fur until she directed it down between those cheeks so she could make a nice mess of the royal hole. “Ohhh yesss ... taken by a shadowy rogue in the royal bedroom ...” was Kara’s murmur, mostly to herself. Before she penetrated Kara, she made sure everything was where it needed to be. Her fangs around the smaller cat’s scruff, a smack to that ass back she wrenched the base of Kara’s tail, and a free hand wrapped around to stroke and tease that aching shaft meant the princess was almost ready to cum before Mahiri was even inside of her. The first prod brought her so very close that she shot a spurt of precum all the way across the bed and onto her mother’s face, and she didn’t even flinch. Neither did Katrien. “Hmm,” the queen said, doing her best to retain her dignity. “Keep going.” That wasn’t easy to maintain when she was all but drooling just to have such a tight, warm sex wrapped around so much of her cock at once. Few were the subjects who could take that many inches, but Indi remained planted where she was, sitting on the queen’s thighs while she softly flexed and pumped around all that shaft. Her flexibility needed some slight warming up when she was dealing with such a size, but after a moment to adjust, she took it even deeper. Watching the queen’s expression turn from severe to blissfully aroused, breaking into a panting, huffing smile of pure lust was almost enough to make the tigress smirk. Instead, she remained sternly focused on her goal of breaking the queen into nothing more than a slave for that deeply enhanced pleasure. Finally, Mahiri found her spot, and sank home. Pushing deeply inside the princess was admittedly almost as much of a relief for her as it was for Kara herself. The princess made so very much noise just from taking a single inch. For all the yowling, it sounded like she’d never taken a cock beneath her pretty tail before. Yet for the way she clenched down once she got a little more, Mahiri could tell she was experienced. There was no need to take it slow, especially with a body so well-primed by the aphrodisiac absolutely raging through Kara’s veins and mind alike. Being gentle would have simply been torture at that point. A bit more of a push, smoothly sliding deeper, and Mahiri gave a good thump to that butt with her balls. She got them nicely nestled up against the back of Kara’s own, just to let the princess feel how much bigger that set was, that fat-balled ruffian who’d snuck into her castle just to ravage her. When she blushed, Mahiri bit her scruff just a little harder, just to bring out those softest, most desperate mewls. Kara was wiggling, pushing herself back against the bigger cat, fucking into the grip around her own dick, desperate for more, and the rogue was happy to give it to her. “No one will interrupt us ... we can be as loud as we want ... if you give me your name, I can scream it for you.” Mahiri didn’t even have to glance at her mother to know she was getting a side-eye of her own. She could have perhaps thought up a fake one, but she preferred the mystery. “I think we’ll continue on as we are, princess.” Nor did she have to watch her mother to fall into a naturally synced rhythm. That Indi could keep up with her was impressive. All Mahiri had to do was move her spotty hips and fuck that cat deeply. The tigress had to slide all the way down near the base of that heavy shaft and back up again, with a smooth, suckling, soaking wet sound of her own overflowing desire. She may not have shown it on her face, but the pleasure was already starting to get to her after only a few dives down to nestle atop the queen’s heavy balls. She paused only briefly to soak it in on one particular thrust, squeezing Katrien’s hips with her thighs before catching up to the nimble rogue fucking the princess in the ass. Kara couldn’t stand it. She was far too pent up, far too enamoured with the mysterious stranger behind her without so much as even stopping to consider the answers to the many questions she had. All she cared about was cumming. Mahiri gripped her a little tighter when she felt that shaft going rigid in her clutches. She really didn’t need to stroke it much. Just having her cock sliding in and out of that taut feline backside, massaging over an extra-sensitive button would have made the princess blow her load. That just meant she came even harder. “Ahh ... it’s just ... it’s just so ...” she began, and never finished. Katrien and Indi alike were left to take the splashing mess of cat cum shooting out from Kara’s cock. The cat arched back into the leopard and rubbed against her, grinding on that shaft, twitching as she unloaded. She soaked the rogue’s fingers in the process, but most of it ended up on the bed, or the other two. Pumping tightly on the leopard’s dick all the while, she found herself slipping from one climax and seemingly into the next, or building ever so close to it at least. Mahiri fucked her all the while, balls deep, grinding closer and closer to cumming inside the princess, to despoiling her royal self with a commoner’s seed. She bit all the harder when she hit that peak. With clenching nuts and a taut, rigid shaft buried inside Kara, Mahiri simply couldn't help going off hard when she had such a sweet, pretty princess all wrapped around her cock. Maybe some of that aphrodisiac transferred to her while she was buried balls-deep in that fine ass. Or maybe it had just been far too long since she got a proper fuck like that. She clutched the princess and pulled her all the closer, squeezing Kara almost off of her paws entirely while she slammed home and pumped that belly nice and full. Even while she was fucking her spunk right inside the princess, she couldn’t wait to keep going, to give her even more, to push her to a breaking point no matter how much stamina it took. “I know you can give me more, princess. You’re a good little royal slut, aren’t you?” “Nnnnh ... yesss ...” The leopard’s snarls rose, but they were nothing compared to what escaped the tigress. She always had such a big voice when she wasn’t being her usual quiet self. Katrien rose up with some rowls that might have even been impressive if they weren’t immediately drowned out by the sheer booming power of the tigress bellowing her immodest orgasm in the face of the queen. She climaxed as if it somehow angered her, but that was just that big cat intensity playing out. Mahiri knew it well. The size and sound of that thick, impressive gush of orgasm spoke of what the assassin truly felt. Even if she wasn’t heavily intoxicated on something truly unnatural, the queen never would have stood up to the flexes and contractions of that tight pussy wrapped snug around her cock. She flared out and swelled up to her fullest size while her balls began to tremble. Her eyes briefly rolled back when the stupor of release overtook her, but she didn’t allow that to last too long. Not yet. Instead, she showed one last gasp of her own ferocity by cumming inside the tigress as hard as she could. The sound of all that pent up spunk splattering inside the womb of a stranger rang right out the door and down the stairs along with the rest of the sinful noises. Katrien continued pumping her hips, grinding, thrusting, but she didn’t get far before the Indi slammed her back down again, grinding out absolutely everything she could get from their combined peaks. For all her confidence, the queen’s hand fell in the aftermath of that. She found herself twitching bodily, panting hard, trying to recover her dignity while the tigress remained snugly poised atop her. She was permitted a few seconds to catch her breath, but neither the substance in her veins nor the big cat on her cock was allowing her to rest or soften in the slightest. “Ah ... you think you can handle more, do you?” she said, puffing, still doing her best to keep up appearances. Indira’s answer was indirect. “We are not done.” “So we aren’t. Then I will show you why I am queen.” It might have impressed the tigress more if her tone wasn’t so shaky. A slow rise of her striped hips, and she slammed down again, no matter the mess. The squelching sloppy seconds rang out all the more lewdly in those royal chambers, coating everything around them in the squirting juices, painting them in the queen’s overflowing spunk. Mahiri took one good look at them, so smoothly transitioning to a second round, and she could think only of following suit. She gave a sudden thrust to get a good, sharp feline cry out of Kara and to squeeze out some of her own cum, and quickly found herself with an eager princess and a nice, slicked up hole to fuck, keeping her lust enduring as if she’d never even finished. The thumping was all the heavier, the snarls fiercer in the ears of the royals. It was no surprise that Kara began to break first. The steady pressure on her prostate from the nimble rogue was like one critical hit after another. Mahiri knew exactly where to grind, where to apply the most force while she fucked that princess numb. Kara quivered, then she whimpered, crying out when it just felt too damn good for her to handle. Her legs buckled beneath her until she was face down on the bed, sprawled out inches away from where her mother was getting the second ride of a lifetime, muffling her screechiest sounds in the soft sheets when she wasn’t simply drooling for the leopard. “Don’t - ahhhh - don’t lose yourself already, Kara. Show them that you are my daughter.” Katrien might have been one to judge such a sight if she wasn’t being driven to the very brink of what she could handle. She couldn’t so much as grasp the tigress anymore. All she could do was lay splayed out, on full offer to the big cat absolutely ravaging her, slamming her down into a bed that was increasingly sagging under all that force. She wasn’t sure how much her body could take, but her cock kept pounding, kept desperately throbbing as it slicked in and out of those cum-flooded folds, hugged from all sides by those rippling pussy walls that squeezed her just right. Just how did Indira know every single inch on that cock, and where it was most sensitive? It all had the queen’s balls absolutely churning as she worked up another load, ready to point it straight at the womb of her attacker. It was the only trace of her power she had left. Mahiri gave Kara another deep cumshot, pulling back to shock the princess with the sudden absence of her throbbing cock. The stunning stimulation of Mahiri pulling out, combined with the ropes of leopard spunk splashing all over her back sent Kara off again. She might have came just from basking in Mahiri’s scent of exertion by then. Painting the sheets while she got covered and soaked, she slumped more and more, barely able to keep her face up any longer. Her orgasm started strong, but faded with time, a trickle by the end, while the leopard’s remained strong. Mahiri wasn’t done until she’d left that soft cat glistening and drenched with a thick, potent, marking load to leave Kara thoroughly drenched in big cat musk. The princess knew who she belonged to. “Big ... cat ... cock ...” While Indi couldn’t quite make the same statement, she asserted herself with a lunge forth to completely pin the queen down flat. Her eyes flashed with something truly dangerous for a moment, but she settled on simply smothering herself over Katrien and holding her in place so they could share another orgasm. It was perfectly synced, at her demand. She bounced and rode that cock, keeping it buried all the way inside her, taking every single drop without flinching. Her snarls slowly receded as she drained that cock deep inside her, pushing the queen to her limit of pleasure with the constant kneading on every snugly buried inch. Only when Katrien faltered did the tigress rise and begin the long, messy process of pulling off that cock. It came with a steady suckling that was worthy of a lip bite. Mahiri slowly flicked her tail as she watched and listened alike, sensing the energy settling back down once more. Those aphrodisiacs were far from worn off, but the royal cats needed some time to recover. Once Indira filling slipped and slopped free of that flared tip with a suitable splash of seed, she knelt on the side of the bed, looming over the fallen, defeated bodies of the queen and her daughter. The leopard gave a smirk. “Now that we’ve seen what they can do - whose plan are we going with?” Mahiri had to admit, looking over the ravaged royal pair, watching them pant and drip and shiver, either approach sounded pretty damn enjoyable. Indira regarded the pair for a few choice moments - longer than she usually took to make a decision of any sort. Perhaps she was simply admiring their collective handiwork. When she was satisfied, she looked up, and offered her thoughts on the matter. --- “They may not need to be dealt with. But whatever your idea, it must endure.” Indira’s tone was firm, but she was open to whatever her daughter had in mind. “I was hoping you’d say that. It would seem such a shame, wouldn’t it? Not that I don’t respect your work, of course.” She offered a teasing wink. “Trust me, this will be more fun. I saved a little for myself.” Mahiri slipped off the edge of the bed so she could briefly rifle through her discarded armour and underclothes. There was one vial left. Not enough for the both of them, admittedly. That was probably for the best. There was still an escape to make, and if she was all wrapped up with an aphrodisiac-fuelled tigress, she wasn’t going to be able to focus on anything else. All it took was that single drop, and that time it wasn’t mixed into wine. She took it right on her outstretched tongue. The taste was sweet enough to be addictive. An intrusive thought told her she would have immediately gone back for more if there was any. Instead, she sucked her tongue and took a deep breath as that concoction worked through her system. It came from only her most trusted alchemist - a shady, yet inarguably effective professional. The effects were almost immediate. Mahiri found herself stepping back just to brace herself as the feeling hit her like a force, threatening to topple her. From semi-firm and satisfied, her cock jumped up to full hard seemingly all at once, pulsing so hard it was audible, veins bulging, juices spitting from its tip. The look in her eyes was barely her anymore. She bared her teeth and gave her fiercest snarl, shaking where she stood. There was no time for quivering when she felt that powerful. Her eyes flashed with something that made her look a whole lot like her mother. She snatched up a handful of those soft sheets just so she could shove a giggling Kara down and start to bind the princess’ wrists above her head. Such restraints were hardly necessary, but it made her all the more vulnerable to being pinned down right beside her mother, staring up at the leopardess drooling with lust above her. Mahiri’s voice boomed. “Are you going to be good?” “Yessss ... anything for you ...” Kara quickly said, giggling and whimpering all at once. A solid pounce, devoid of theatrics, and she got right to business. Mahiri went for the throat at first, latching on, gnawing a little, but she pulled back from that. She wanted to fuck Kara, not harm her. Her cock throbbed against the princess’ own leaking all over it, radiating heat and potent, fertile energy. One huff was enough to leave Kara more than just needy. She was feeling receptive, shaking with pure desire, ready to let the power of lust overcome all sorts of barriers. Pulling up the cat’s legs and forcing her paws near her face, Mahiri got herself into a good mating press just to get into a good pounding position. She was humping before she even found her spot. Rumbling powerfully, clawing the sheets, pressing deep to her target, she penetrated the princess with ease, slipping smoothly into that deeply creamed hole, humping, grinding, filling her. She was already spurting so much she was filling Kara up even more just by being inside of her, but they both knew what they wanted. Locking eyes, the felines came to an unspoken agreement, yowling and growling respectively. It was time to knock up that princess with a royal bastard. It didn’t matter how it worked. Mahiri buried herself deep and let her instincts guide her. Pumping, slowly at first, firmly, she let Kara feel how hard she was throbbing, how hard she was. Thumping, rigid, leaking, she built up speed in just a few thrusts, thrusting into a steady fuck that grew more overpowering, more commanding, more vicious. The bed bounced with that forbidden coupling, the thief and the princess, right in front of the dazed queen. Then the room was shaking, with the power of Mahiri’s thrusts and their mutual rumbles alike. Deeper and deeper, pressing her balls taut to Kara’s butt, the leopard held herself there just to throb madly before she got back to her harsh rhythm. The princess could only whimper with increasing desperation as that cock massaged her in all the right places, in and out, taking her in the way she always needed. Her body felt so very warm, not just with the cum already inside her, but with the radiant need to get nice and bred left her curling her toes and pouting, wanting it more than anything else she already had. Going that fast, that hard, wetly plapping that fine feline ass, Mahiri wasn’t fucking to last all night. She drove Kara into a quivery, even tear-streaked peak that left her humping right back just to get a little more. As close as she was, she didn’t cum until Mahiri gave that mighty roar, uncaring of who might hear them, and pumped that princess full. Kara rubbed against those clenching, churning nuts just to feel them working, and then screamed in bliss with everything she had left when that cumshot erupted inside of her and she felt that seed take almost instantly. Kara’s belly swelled all the bigger, sloshing while she gasped and moaned. She splashed herself right up to her open mouth, drenching her face, but it was all small compared to just how much Mahiri had to give. The leopard fucked that cum inside her and left the princess glowing with that feeling of satisfying a need she never knew she had. She knew that big cat bred her. The new sensations swirling through her body felt too good to be anything else. Mahiri lingered where she was, panting like a beast atop the princess, breath steaming, drops of saliva falling. She licked her chops as she slowly pulled out of Kara, inch by inch, letting the sensation linger. It didn’t matter how much she just came. She wasn’t nearly done. A slick stroke along her slick shaft made her rowl sharply, baring her fangs, nearly doubling over. The tigress reached over to put a hand on her daughter’s shoulder and help her sit up straight again. Their eyes blazed with a different and yet similarly intense energy. “The queen as well, I presume.” The leopard could only nod. She loomed, slightly hunched, growls sawing in and out, considering her approach. Katrien had recovered enough to slowly prop herself up on her elbows, scanning over her intruders, perhaps having a brief coherent thought. All was blurry again when she found herself approached by a big cat on all fours, swaying her tail, staring daggers at her. She didn’t even need to be grabbed and pushed into position. It came naturally to her. “I think you shall find I am more to handle than my daughter,” she said, trying to sound impressive and largely failing for how breathy her voice was by then. It didn’t matter. The leopard she was speaking to wasn’t in the mood to answer her. Rising up and turning over, she presented herself to the spotted beast in her bed on her hands and knees, tail raised, back in a perfect feline arch. It was a confident pose that only wavered slightly from fatigue. Then a little more when Mahiri mounted up on her from behind, going straight for her scruff, biting, clawing, wrapping an arm possessively around her chest. A deep grope to the queen’s tits was the most civilized thing she could do in the midst of that mating fury. With her cock still slick after fucking the princess, Mahiri mounted the queen herself. Katrien took it confidently at first, but she started making noise by the time she got that shiny shaft halfway inside her. Her own cock twitched madly as she felt that similar awakening. It was the leopard’s body heat, her scent, her snarls, and the steady, gushing ropes of precum shooting into her body. Even Katrien couldn’t resist that rising need, that overpowering urge to carry the big cat’s seed, no matter what it took. It didn’t even take a thrust before the queen herself was pushing back on Mahiri’s cock, rolling her hips, grinding and bucking, squeezing on it, using all her strength to try to milk it on the spot. Mahiri wasn’t letting that happen. She was going to fuck that queen, even harder than she fucked her daughter. With her teeth in position, her claws occasionally glossing that royal fur, she was in complete control. She didn’t need to be gentle, even if it meant breaking that aged royal. “Harder ...” Katrien said, sounding almost like a question, as if she was unsure she even wanted that. Indira leaned in close just to get a better view of that slick black cock pumping into the queen’s ass once Mahiri really got going. She snuck a lick to the leopard’s swinging nuts before she found a position of her own. The more Katrien’s strength wavered, the lower her head went. That put her in the perfect spot to get faceplanted between the thighs of the tiger who just rode her cock dry. She could do little more than slavishly lap up the mess she made without so much as a word of urging. A good tug to her hair from the striped cat was motivation enough. “Correct,” Indira said. “You belong to us now. Find your place between my legs.” Slurping that pussy clean while she got her ass fucked by that roaring knave, the queen could only drool her way through a rising orgasm that kept her flared shaft thumping against her belly and breasts with every driving thrust. She was getting her own pleasure button milked with every stroke, every grinding slam against her prostate that made her toes tingle and her tail twitch. Shots of her own juicers soaked her tits, then her chin when they got thick enough she was getting harder and harder, giving some cries, some gasps, and then screams that were muffled in the soft folds of the tiger’s pussy. A surge left her bucking back all the more desperately when the heat inside her truly ignited. Katrien couldn’t think of anything but getting bred by the leopardess snarling and clawing her, fucking her so hard, so deep she couldn’t even stay on her knees anymore. The queen collapsed and Mahiri followed, diving after her with her teeth locked in position, gnawing her way towards one more ferocious climax. She shuddered with power, with pure, intoxicated dominance, and she took it all out on that royal ass, plap after soaking, splattering plap. Katrien didn’t even make much noise when she came. It would have been drowned out by the leopard’s roar anyway. Indi briefly arched a brow when that sound bellowed out of her daughter. The whole castle must have heard that. Felt it, as well. Yet the queen’s instructions were clear. No one disturbed them in that pivotal moment of release. Mahiri fucked Katrien full of extra thick, extra potent cum until her belly sagged and swayed, rounding out with the sheer weight of how much drained out of those plump leopard nuts. The queen’s own release was, for once, not the most impressive one. She still made an absolute mess of herself. It splattered her upper body and soaked the sheets, pooling between the tiger’s legs. Indi held her there, smothered in pussy through the entire finish, barely allowing her to breathe. Maybe she was still considering going a little further, but her grip relented when Mahiri’s muscles finally relaxed and her intoxicated state lessened - if not fully fade. The light in her eyes remained different. She was working through a few thoughts of her own. Slowly pulling out, she gave a sudden twitch when she popped free of the queen’s cheeks and casually came on Katrien’s back a few times in the lingering throes of orgasm. Panting softly, slowly swinging her tail, she left the royals where they were - splattered, knocked up, and bloated with an obscene amount of leopard cum, smelling of that dastardly rogue’s cock. A soft smirk came over her. “Well. It’s not quite a regime change. Not yet, at least.” Indi tipped her head. She was willing to divert to her daughter’s own expertise. Whatever it might mean. The leopard got to work, producing straps and buckles from her own outfit, using the sheets and bedposts as needed to methodically work the queen and princess into a bound, stretched out state. She made sure to get their wrists and ankles alike, turning them over, leaving those creamed, bred asses on full display, still dripping an excess of overflowing leopard cum. When she was done, Mahiri gave a nod towards the door. “Trust me. Again. I’ll handle this one.” The tigress gave a nod as the leopard gathered enough of her outfit to be called half-decent. She was still showing plenty of rosettes, and her bulge was barely concealed, but it was good enough to give the idea - while also projecting plenty of that lingering, intoxicating leopard scent. By the time she crossed the room and glanced back, the tigress was already gone, of course. She knew that would happen, and it didn’t change her plans. “Good working with you again,” she said, unsure if it was to herself or not. Descending the stairs had her come across one very flustered guard shaking in his armour. She snuck up on him but resisted the urge to startle him. Instead, she pulled a stolen pair of sex-soaked undergarments from a pocket in her cuirass, and tossed them at the guard’s boots. He jumped and whirled at the sound of the splat, only to find himself looking at a half-dressed rogue dripping sweat and sex, flashing a grin. Mahiri struck a flirty pose, leaning on the wall of the staircase. “Ever wanted to have your way with the queen? Maybe the princess too? They’re all tied up and mewling for more right now. How do you feel about you and some of your boys tagging in? I don’t mind sharing.” Even through the helmet, Mahiri could see the expression in those eyes. Her enhanced scent wafting in his direction certainly helped. She smirked, and turned her tail to return to the scene. Katrien and Kara’s night had only just begun. And by the time their neglected, ill-treated guards were done with them, they weren’t going to be thinking about ruling anymore. Just being a pair of knocked up, cum-drunk sluts for anyone who wanted a turn with them. --- “The queen can be broken. The princess is my concern.” “Hmm. Doesn’t look like much of a concern in this state. Kind of cute, really.” Mahiri considered Kara’s fallen form, sprawled out, soaked in cum and panting. Her mother’s expression carried the usual sternness, but she was more unyielding than usual. The entire thing had already been very much outside of her usual method of operation. She could only compromise herself so much. With a light sigh, and a knowing smirk, the leopard finally nodded her head. “But I see your point. We’ll do it your way, then. As long as I get to do it.” Kara lingered the whole time, staring up at the other cats but hardly seeing. Her royal mother was dazed or entirely unconscious nearby after the tigress’ treatment, unaware of the fates being so casually decided. She would be of no help. Whether the princess so much as understood what the invaders of her bedchamber were talking about wasn’t clear, but she was at least still highly responsive to sensation. That dumb little smile remained on her face, her gaze distant, her purrs escalating once the rogue knelt down to lightly sit on her middle, all in service of pushing that dark, sex-slick cock near her face once more. “Come here princess. You know where you belong.” Kara was attentive to every syllable, but Mahiri didn’t need to speak so much as a word to get the cat to lick it. Kara simply gravitated to it automatically, giving a slutty moan when she got that taste on her tongue again. Not that it had ever fully left. The leopard rumbled right back as she sat upon her throne, being casually worshipped. She tossed her tail back and forth a few times, considering. Such a pretty face. It looked even better all covered in spunk, and yet she could think of an ever better use for it. Though initially hesitant to commit, once she felt that muzzle where it belonged, she knew she had to go all the way. An arch of her back, and a deep, extended growl to flash her fangs, and she reached for the cat’s hair. Snatching Kara just a bit roughly, she shoved, pushing that royal face right against the leaking slit of her cock. There were no protests in return, only loyal licks and kisses. Those mindlessly continued even as Mahiri slowly urged forth, stretching that leaking slit around the slim shape of the smaller cat’s muzzle. She had never fully softened, but feeling those inner slurps coming so eagerly from her prey-to-be had a way of getting her immensely hard all over again. “Ohhhh ... to cream a royal. You know that’s what’s going to happen, don’t you Kara? And something tells me you don’t care in the slightest.” “Nnnh,” Kara said, nosing deeper towards her fate. After that, it wasn’t even a question of whether the princess deserved it or not. She knew what she had to do, for her body’s sake. The first clench catching on Kara’s face, slicking it up all the more, squeezing the juices into her fur just left the cat all the more submissive to the big leopard atop her. Mahiri remained where she was, grinding her cock against Kara’s tits while she gradually enveloped her, overtaking the cat’s whole face in her bulging shaft without any apparent trouble. Whatever magic had enchanted her body ensured it all seemed natural. The second clench was so much more than the first. That was what truly sealed the fate of the princess. The pressure of it slurped the rest of Kara’s head fully inside that glossy shaft, leaving her immersed in all the flowing, leaking juices, swallowing and sniffing them, huffing herself full of leopard scent. If she was already drunk on it, then she was going somewhere beyond intoxicated. She was immersed enough that she didn't even try to pull back from that tight embrace. If anything, she was all but feeding herself to the leopard’s shaft. Mahiri couldn’t help feeling a swell of pride, having her mother and mentor watching her deal with a target in her own way. How many marks had Indi convinced to give themselves to her? She was enjoying herself far too much to gloat. A few strokes up and down her shaft kept everything going all on its own. The gripping flexes dragged in yet more of her prey, even when it meant stretching and bulging her shaft to obscene size. It simply accommodated everything she needed it to do, gulping over Kara’s shoulders and working down her chest. At that point it was time for Mahiri to roll back and take her weight off the princess. There was no need to pin her down. There had never been one, but big cats like her loved to pounce. Instead, she wrapped her thighs around the upper body of her partly-swallowed prey and used that grip to slowly pump the cat’s head back and forth inside her cock. The sounds of it all were far from stealthy, but yet more sloppy, suckling, schlicking cacophony didn’t bring the guards running. The instructions had been clear. Speeding up until she felt the princess’ head dunk into her spunk-scented nuts, the leopardess gave a snarl of delight just to have her prey where she needed to be. A royal, no less. The delightful violation of it all kept her rumbling, lashing her tail when it wasn’t simply rigid with the pleasure of clenching down on those lust-glazed features. Kara settled in gulp by juicy cock-gulp, still throbbing, still leaking by the time the leopard’s dick got down to her waist. By that point, going all the way wasn’t a question of ability, merely time. Smoothly overtaking Kara’s shaft in her own, dunking her deeper into a pair of expanding nuts, she was all rumbles all the way down. Once the princess was little more than a pair of legs sticking out of her fattened cock, she could relax and lean back to enjoy it all the more deeply. All but sprawling out in luxuriant pleasure with a pair of plump, bulging balls between her spotty thighs, she splayed, she squirmed, and she fucked the air just to keep Kara slurping down as comfortably as could be. That silly cat was still rubbing up against the slick walls around her, kissing her predator from the inside, no matter how intense the heat got. If anything she was more subdued than ever by the time Mahiri dragged away the very last of her paws and the tip of her tail in one last satisfying flex. The pressure sent a spurt of juices soaring up through the air, arching down to splatter on the floor of the royal bedchamber. Once Kara was fully nestled deep in her nuts, she gave a decisive clench to really make her settle in. That was enough pressure to squeeze the princess into position, curled up and helpless with her face and palms pressed against the sides of her prison, faintly outlined beneath the smooth white fur of the leopard’s sack. It was time for Mahiri’s favourite part. She scooted over just a little so she could lean against the bed - the very same on which the queen herself was resting off her aphrodisiac-fuelled encounter without a care in the world. The rising glooops and glurrrrns weren’t lost on her ears, but she gave no sign of noticing them. Mahiri’s balls worked fast. She didn’t get a moment to settle before they were hard at work, all on their own, kneading and churning over the naked form of the spunk-drenched princess. Kara got herself soaked more and more thoroughly with all that seed rubbing into her fur, marking her down until it already felt like she was part of the big cat’s next cumshot. She certainly smelled like it already. Panting, sometimes moaning in there, giving at worst a few gasps and wriggles, Kara proved an exceptionally agreeable cock-meal. Mahiri gave her a few soft strokes on the outline of her cheek even while her balls kept working. She didn’t forget what that royal had done to earn the wrath of not one, but two sneaky cats like her. Seeing how cute the princess looked in her nuts certainly didn’t give her any regrets. If anything, it just made her churn her a little harder, manually tensing up just to put some extra pressure around those features and start mulching that cat down into fresh jizz, glorp by heavy, rumbling glorp. “I had heard of your method, seeing it in action tells a different tale.” She paused only briefly, giving a nod. “It is impressive.” Indira wanted to note the inefficient nature of it, but she held her tongue. Mahiri smirked between snarls of pleasure. “Takes some time. Not as long as you’d think.” She emphasized that with a deep, harsh flex around Kara, squeezing her down into a more and more compact shape. The cat had already become more malleable after a minute of stewing in all the rising spunk. “But it has its advantages. There’s a lot of coin in knowing exactly how humiliating the fate of a target truly was. That and it feels ... “ Her nuts finished that sentence for her. An especially aggressive GLURRRRN came with the pressure squishing Kara down all the more. She rapidly kneaded on her prey for some time, running one hand up and down her shaft, massaging that bulge into smooth, creamy submission with the other. The tigress wasn’t immune to such a show. She allowed a finger to stray, idly massaging herself as she watched her daughter and that open display of absolute depravity. She put out her own pheromones to compliment the leopard’s, collectively flooding the room with the scent of horny cat. Kara meanwhile, thought and breathed nothing but Mahiri’s cum. When that seed was flowing even into her own mind, she grew all the more emptily devoted than ever. She sloshed herself back and forth and dipped her head deeper into the rising load, allowing it to overtake her, to invade her and melt her down into a blissful nut-stuffing mess. There wasn’t enough left of her to moan anymore. She simply had to endure in silence as Mahiri clenched her down, churn by churn, squishing a little more of her solid form away every time those balls pulled up tight around her. Soon there wasn’t much recognizable about that bulge anymore. Kara was just a shape, sloshing around in there, while that pair got plumper by the second with how much of a mess she was working up. She still squirmed for as long as she could, and when that failed, she faintly twitched instead. With a distinctly unsubtle rumble that was halfway to a roar, Mahiri thrust her hips upwards from where she was sitting, arched her back, and yowled her way into something not quite like an orgasm. It came with the constant pressure clenching all around what remained of Kara’s living form, building, building, testing that integrity. It all came to a single, massive GLURCH of ferocious pressure as the princess got squished into a juicy load, packing Mahiri’s balls perfectly taut, smoothing them out all round and heavy, getting them gurgling all the more. In the aftermath, there was an extra thick leopard cock resting atop a pair of truly massive nuts, madly throbbing, spurting precum several feet away to add to the mess splashed all over the floor. Some of that had to be what Kara was, staining the floor of her own bedchamber. There was so much more mess to make of her. Yet for as tempting as it was to simply blow Kara all over, to paint the walls with what she’d become, Mahiri held off. She carefully released her grip on her cock and let it throb all on its own. That alone nearly sent her over the edge. She held on a little longer when she saw the shift in the tigress’ expression. Indi had changed her mind. That didn’t happen often. She was looking up and down Katrien’s fallen, half-conscious form. “The queen’s reputation is a vengeful one. She may not remember this night. But she will grow worse than ever if we leave merely her daughter splattered.” “Ahh. Leave none alive to take revenge, I see. That’s very you.” Mahiri said it with a strange touch of affection. She wasn’t one to judge when she had a princess all churned up in her nuts already. Mostly, she was curious what the tigress was planning. Indi scanned for a time. She could have done away with the queen quickly and efficiently, in so many ways, with her bare hands. Yet perhaps, just this once, she allowed herself a little bit of indulgence of her own. Inspired by her daughter’s excessive example, she began to climb back onto Katrien, her gentle smother rousing the queen from her pleasured stupor. In that drugged state, a warm, sex-splattered pussy on her muzzle was the best thing for her. Indi smothered down and got herself comfortable atop the other cat’s face, grinding slowly, letting the queen kiss everything she just fucked. It meant getting mouthful after mouthful of her own spunk, but Katrien didn’t hesitate. The scent of tigress lust persisted even through her own royal musk. It was all the more potent the deeper she went, until she had her tongue fully inserted into the big cat mounting her muzzle. Indira rode her slowly, deliberately, grinding until she could smoothly overtake a little more of Katrien’s face. Mahiri wasn’t the only one with unusual flexibility. One good schlurp and it was as good as over. Even if the queen somehow woke up from her horny stupor and did everything in her power to pry the tigress off her face, her fate was as good as sealed. If the tigress wanted to keep going, she would. Sinking smoothly down with a long, deep sigh, she began to rumble. It rose in intensity, adding to the stimulating surrounding Katrien. The queen got her whole face enveloped and her usual haughty self could manage little more than a huff. That only got her all the more deeply intoxicated on the very pheromones of the one consuming her, gasp by gasp, squeeze by squeeze. Once the tigress had her in her grip, she didn’t need to shove or grind. She could have sat back, and simply let the deft working of all those inner muscles do the work for her. Some of those were automatic, working all on their own to drag in her prey. Others were more precise, controlled, squeezing right where she needed to, pulling the queen’s head deeper. It didn’t take long before the cat was making a bulge inside the tiger. Indira took her feline prey all the way into her womb without so much as flinching, taking nothing but comfort and pleasure from it all. In time, she even dared starting to show it. When she parted her lips, it wasn’t to snarl, but to moan. Mahiri shuffled onto the bed, careful not to rub her cock against anything on the way and ruin all the anticipation. She gently kissed her mother on the cheek at first, though it didn’t take them long to lock lips amidst their passion. Indi never lost her focus, but she accepted the warmly incestual embrace, sharing tongues and tastes with the leopardess. All the more of the queen vanished with every flex, all in a long, lavish slurp, and the tigress only then permitted herself to touch her own clit about it. Even masturbating, she remained controlled and steady, slowly teasing her most sensitive pot while she swallowed the entirety of another feline’s body. She’d already taken that cock all the way, so it was no trouble to slip it in along with the rest of Katrien, penetrating herself with it in the midst of all the squeezing. That just left the queen stiff and pulsing, squirming as she sank deeper into the big cat swallowing her with that thoroughly creamed pussy. Once she got past the queen’s hips and over her balls, she could smoothly finish off her deadly indulgence with relative ease. Though she was of course growing vastly gravid with all that cat curled up inside of her. She wasn’t quite as large as Katrien despite being a big cat, and so her belly rounded out to something well beyond just pregnant. She tucked those paws and that wiggling tailtip away inside herself and gave a long, satisfied moan-growl into the leopard’s mouth. Mahiri drew back from that kiss when the tigress finished, applying her hands to that swell of prey to give it her best massage. It wasn’t exactly digestion that ensued beneath that stretched surface. More of a direct transformation and absorption. Nonetheless, there was a bit of churning. Indira’s womb flexed tightly around every single curve and detail of Katrien’s. Then she began to soften them. It was an entirely painless process, at the least. Even in her less efficient ways of finishing someone off, Indi was not one for inflicting suffering. She merely got the job done, in a warm, even soothing way. Katrien let out a sigh that continued all the way through the process of getting smoothed over and shrunk down, overflowing from the tiger’s pussy as liquid lust once more and more of her started getting transformed. The constant, oozing, kneading process kept her cozy and content, not quite reaching orgasm so much as constantly glowing through the duration of being turned into a mess of tigress femcum. Mahiri knew what to do. She got one good look at those sleek, slathered thighs, and the way those thighs glistened with all those juices, and she slipped downwards. Running her hands along the shrinking swell in her mother’s belly as she went, she soon found herself planted face down between those parted legs. For once, the tigress offered no guidance. She merely soaked in the attention as the rogue went down on her, lapping at the juices she made of the queen herself. Mahiri kept her back arched and her ass raised just to ensure she didn’t start grinding on the sheets. She was pretty sure the tigress would want what she’d made of the princess. First, she paid no mind to her own need for release, feasting upon that juicy cunt, finding more and more to guzzle as the tigress made a sopping mess of her muzzle. The queen was smoothing over, melting down to be absorbed directly into the juices building up within the tigress. It was all overflowing into her open mouth, soaking into her tongue, leaving her infatuated with the taste of her mother - and the queen, for whatever of her own flavour remained. Katrien was far from intact, but she was aware, and feeling. That sigh became more internal once she had melted down enough, gently trickling her way into what felt like little more than drifting off. That belly was getting smaller and smaller. Nothing resembling her could have been in there anymore. Mahiri wasn’t paying much attention to it, but she did put some extra pressure on it to help urge Katrien through that messy, juicy transition when she turned herself to splay her body across the tigress’ own, playfully wrapping her thighs around the blue cat’s head only to receive a firm, commanding lick to her swollen nuts in retaliation. It didn’t take long for Indi to end up on top. It rarely did when the two of them were together. Mahiri rolled with her until she was comfortably nestled with a pussy planted right on her face, and her cock sticking straight up, awaiting attention. The tigress was as direct as ever. She curled her tongue around the tip, pressing beneath the skin wrapped around the head, and enveloped it in a single suck before it was too late. Just having that warm mouth sliding down her shaft, sprawled out in the bed of a queen, with a princess still sloshing in her nuts was bliss enough for Mahiri. But she still needed to cum. The only thing that kept her from immediately blowing her load was to clasp the tigress by the hips and eat her out with all the ferocity she deserved. Indi rubbed right back, grinding in the leopard’s face, riding her, perhaps even briefly enveloping a little of her muzzle in her enthusiasm. All the while, she sucked. She provided a slow, precise blowjob that seemed perfectly calculated to keep her writhing daughter right on the edge of release for as long as possible. The tension in Mahiri’s balls had them so tight she was ready to snarl, but she just shoved her tongue inside the mature assassin instead. It wasn’t just those soft, dark lips or the gliding, stroking texture of a rough cat tongue on her dick that got the leopard to erupt. It was all the taste on her own tongue. Those familiar pheromones combined so very well with the queen’s seed. It all tantalized her tongue until she was purring for her mother, clawing her just a little in the process of pulling her back to immerse her in soft tiger pussy all the more deeply. She guzzled and she bathed, at the very least bringing Indi up with her, pressing her tongue to all the spots she knew the tigress was most sensitive just to feel those quivers. Neither of them made all that much noise with their mouths so full. Their bodies did for them. The glish of juices misting over Mahiri’s face with that powerful, contracting release on her tongue, filling her mouth up with rich flavours rang out almost as loudly as the glurch of thick, fresh prey-spunk shooting straight down the blue cat’s throat. After that, it was a matter of a constant glurk glurk glurk just to keep up. Even the tigress struggled not to drool some of it out, leaving it slopping down the leopard’s trembling spire as she milked it. Most of it ended up in her belly. That didn’t change even as that orgasm went on and on, fuelled by everything the princess was. Indi remained where she was, her nose pressed firmly to the leopard’s balls, lightly sniffing them as she swallowed. She swelled with the sheer excess of spunk pumping out of the other cat, eventually overflowing in a fountain of cum from her mouth and even her nose, though it didn’t seem to phase her much. Mahiri simply pulled out, slowly, letting the tigress briefly cough and clear her throat as if it was nothing. She couldn’t help cumming on her mother just a little, with whatever she had left that wasn’t already sloshing in the tigress’ middle. When they were finally done, Mahiri was drenched from muzzle to ears, her hair stuck to the bed by the sheer juices that Katrien had been. Indira was swollen as if pregnant with how much cum she had in her belly, rounded out and wobbling with the slightest movement once she started rolling from her position atop the leopard. Even she was allowed to splay and enjoy herself in the afterglow a little. The two cats, mother and daughter, assassin and thief, simply basked in their victory for a time, panting, steaming, dripping, soaking in each other’s scent. They always did end up smelling like each other for days after they met up again. For once, it was Mahiri who spoke of the practical concerns first. “And just how am I supposed to sneak my way back out while smelling like tigress sex, hmm? Ever think of that?” “You are resourceful. You shall find a way.” There came that brief, sweet flicker of her smile, on her face and in her voice. “This is not the first time you have left me to scale a castle wall with some extra weight in my middle. You and your sister both.” Mahiri gave a soft, fond chuckle, reaching over to stroke the old tigress’ cheek. Such a bonding activity it had been, in the end, passionately and messily removing those power-hungry royals from their positions. She suspected that even if the guard did burst in that very moment, the absence of their rulers would have been more of a relief than an outrage. Though she wasn’t especially in the mood to entertain more lusty suitors after an indulgence like that. Just a little longer, and she was up, ready to gather her things and dress herself after towelling off with the silken bedsheets as best she could. She wondered what the tigress would do, but she didn’t have to wonder for long. One glance up at the place where Indira had been a moment ago, and she was already gone, vanished as she often did, sneakier than the leopard could have ever hoped to be. She was pretty sure her mother cheated at stealth somehow. Someday she’d be that good.