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The shadows worked differently there. It didn't take magic-sensitivity to know that there was something arcane about their destination, long before they even stepped within its crumbling walls. The wind rasped like a throaty whisper across their ears, beckoning them into the place known only as The Forbidden City. Maybe the scholars might have still known its name, but it remained undisturbed and unresearched, and strangely intact for all the years that had passed since it had been abandoned. The surrounding silence was a smothering blanket over their light clinking and tapping footsteps in the sand, finally standing before the expansive gate after such an extensive journey. It wasn't that it was quiet, but more as if the whole world was holding its breath, creative a palpable tension that wasn't just in their collective heads.

There were two rumours surrounding the city which remained persistent, no matter where they travelled. The first spoke of untold treasures, of ancient artifacts and troves of riches greater than any professional adventuring party could ever hope for. It almost certainly would be more than they could carry home, even between the six of them. Of course, there were also the stories of dangers beyond comprehension, of the beasts, the monsters, the villains and horrors who resided within the crackled walls. No one had ever returned from their expeditions beyond the gates. The stories of noble heroes came to abrupt, mysterious ends, and no one ever found out what happened in there. Whether it was wealth or defeat that awaited them, this was going to be their last adventure together.

The travelling was a lot easier thanks to the presence of their four-legged companion. Jasper was a big enough dragoness that it was hard to feel like anything waiting for the rest of them inside those walls could have possibly been a threat. What was there to be afraid of when they had her pacing along beside them, keeping a watchful, protective eye over every last one of them? She had a keen eye for threats, often spotting them before even the felines of the group, and as long as she was around, no one was ever going to get hurt. Not on her watch. She stopped before the gate and gave her neck a stretch, looking over the walls for any sign of movement.

"Nothing so far. It all seems so empty. Are you sure this is the right place?"

She didn't sound all that concerned. She wasn't in it for the riches, after all. Just going on a trip with her party was adventure enough. The leopard was insistent.

"Certain. My information is good."

Mahiri didn't let the empty expanse of the desert relax him. The feminine cat remained low, skulking even in the open ground like that, the last one any attacker would have likely noticed. Or at least that was the intent. The leather and hooded cloak he wore made for a slight burden on the long march, but it was more that just a fashion choice. He had seemingly an entire arsenal concealed on his person, whether it was throwing blades, caltrops, poisons or other concoctions, along with the usual lockpicks and trap-disarming tools. One thing was for certain: whatever obstacles they faced in there, he would have something that could deal with it.

"And just what did you do to obtain that information?"

The priest of their group simply offered a soft smile, not casting judgement so much as just mildly chastising. Vel took a moment to collect himself, adjusting his light robes as he looked over the forbidden streets that stretched out beyond that blackened gate. It was enough to make the pink drake swallow. He knew his god would protect him as long as he showed faith and devotion even in the face of adversity, but that didn't prevent him from feeling nervous. He was the least combat-ready of the group, though the miracles he could work had saved them in tight spots more than a few times already. So he at least felt welcome, even if he found himself staying near the larger members of the party the closer they got to entering. Just in case.

"Who cares? This is going to be so much fun!"

Maybe she shouldn't have been there yet. She knew it as much as the rest of them, but Keedee simply couldn't resist the call of a danger and adventure when she heard about it. Just thinking about it was enough to put the diminutive hyena into a giggling fit if she wasn't careful, and they could never tell if it was excitement or fear of both when she got going. At least her bard songs had made for pleasant nights around the campfire, ensuring they were well-rested in the morning, though it remained to be seen what the musician could do in an actual fight, if it came to that. She had a shortsword on her hip and supposedly knew how to use it, but that was what she said about her magic too, and it had amounted to little more than a few errant sparks in times of need. So far, it hadn't got her into too much trouble.

"Remain clear-headed. We will be challenged within those walls. Our bodies and our minds alike will need to be at their best if we are to succeed."

The monk-like musings from the big lion among them made Kee roll her eyes and playfully jab him in his rock-hard abs. He wasn't even a real monk yet, technically. While he most certainly had the deadly skills with his bare fists expected of one, his golden eyes gleamed with a hint of his true nature, suppressed between the stoic persona he put forth. They had seen it during some of their worst conflicts, when he shed the illusion and became a snarling, hot-headed combatant, someone better suited to a fighting pit than in meditation. Still, he hadn't let such struggles quell his pursuit of his goals, and perhaps a generous donation to the poor and destitute of the city would bring him closer to the monastery's ranks.

"Or maybe we just walked all this way for nothing! I am so tired of sand."

Mira leaned heavily on her quarterstaff, exaggeratedly yawning as she waited for the rest of the party to get on with it. The pantheress wasn't one for ceremony, spending most of her days among the trees and animals. It had been so very long since her last nap, and while everyone else looked to be on high alert, the druid seemed half asleep, lazily flicking her tail as she hummed an old song to herself. She felt the words drifting away on the unnatural breeze, the city's whole aura one of unnatural magic and corruption, but she didn't let that concern her. Maybe when it actually gave her something to worry about, she would be more active, but she wasn't impressed by its pretentious foreboding nature.

The seventh member of the group was a new addition to their party, and she remained silent through all the exchanges. The big blue dragoness was standing slightly away from them all, taking the time to consider the danger before her, concentrating to see what sort of magical essences she might tap into. There were many. Making use of such forbidden, exotic energies had earned her maybe labels, chief among them 'witch', but Xyria hadn't let any of that bother her. Her current party didn't seem to judge, though they gave her plenty of space, and that suited her just fine for travelling companions.

Finally, Jasper chimed in cheerfully once she sensed no one was moving anymore.

"Well, only one way to actually find out! I'll keep watch over the rear, you all go ahead!"

The prodding didn't immediately move them, but eventually Terry stepped forth to lead the way. The rest followed, falling into a loose formation as the beefy feline took hold of the iron gate and pushed it open. It gave a metallic screech like a scream. Some of them flinched. Others remained steeled and ready. The wind was still thick and warm, carrying exotic, mysterious scents with it as it blew through the ruins of the old society. A scholar might have spent years studying every single brick, but they were in it for the treasure. The dragoness kept watch over the six of them as they pressed on, the scene painted in the fiery red of the setting desert sun above them as they stepped forth into the adventure they'd been seeking, uncertain of what fate might have had in store for each of them.

Chapter I

Jasper kept guard on the rear, as ever. She was like a safe, protective wall behind them all, ensuring nothing could sneak up on them without first going through her. And when she was a full-sized dragoness, that was a whole lot to go through. She was acutely aware of any dangers, magical or mundane, and kept her eyes open for ambushes and traps alike. While she might have been more on the tame side of dragons, attackers didn't need to know that. When they looked at the party from the shadows, she would surely be the first thing they saw, and unless they had some sort of death wish then surely they wouldn't attempt to challenge a dragoness. Nothing was going to be able to fight her off. But they could distract her.

Despite the size of the beast watching over them from the skies, none of the others seemed to notice him. Even when his bulk was close to blotting out the sun, a dark black cloud across the sunset, they remained oblivious. She was going to say something, but she was too busy looking. He was still a long distance above, but he was coming closer by the minute, leaving her strangely fixated as she stared up at him long enough her party wandered well ahead. His great wings were outstretched, bringing him down in a deadly divebomb that looked as if it might cleave the ground itself in two. Yet for all his momentum and size, he swooped into an elegant landing right in front of her, catching her with a gust of sweet-smelling air, heated and inviting as he cocked his head to the side and arched his beak into a charming smile.

She was always wary around gryphons. Weren't they supposed to have some sort of rivalry going on? He certainly didn't appear hostile. On the contrary, he was quite handsome, exuding a welcoming warmth of presence that silently urged her to come closer. His face was that of a golden-eyed crow, sharp of beak and features alike, and his bottom half was of a muscular panther, leaving him covered in pitch black plumage and fur alike, his long tail slowly lashing behind him as he looked right into her own eyes with an intense stare she couldn't read as anything but flirtatious. It was enough to make a dragoness blush, if she were even capable of doing so, and he didn't even have to say a word.

The rest of the party was surely doing fine while she turned her attention to the new arrival. His body language was peaceful, and so she let herself relax, nodding her head in his direction. She wondered why the others hadn't noticed him, but she assumed they must have been nearby, even if she didn't hear them anymore. Either way, she kept her eyes fixated on the hypnotically handsome bird before her, letting herself fall under his spell. Not literally speaking, in that case. She would have felt it if there was any sort of magic to him - he was simply an attractive, prime specimen of a bird, having a little sultry staredown with her. She couldn't help but mirror the sexy smirk on his beak, shooting him an intrigued look of her own.

It made it more clear when he spoke. His voice was rich and his breath was hot, something she could feel even from a distance.

"Good evening."

She almost didn't know what to say. His demeanour was pleasant, so she answered back in kind, even if she still wasn't sure about him.

"Hello there. Would you be the mythical danger that they speak of, around here?"

He gave a heart chuckle. "A lofty title, but I expect not. I was just passing over when I saw your lovely self below, and I thought I might come down to say hello."

She quirked a brow, or the equivalent thereof. "Just a hello, is it? Or were you brimming with secret intentions?"

Her suspicion didn't seem to phase him any. He paced a little closer, lashing his tail about. The way the setting sun shone upon his feathers, he seemed to glow, red and amber, like a painting more than a living thing. Certainly he was the picture of gryphon elegance, sturdy, proud, mighty, and yet moving with a feline grace despite his size. He was larger than her too, big enough to be a physical threat. Yet even as he approached her, she couldn't feel even the slightest spark from her instincts. Her body knew better than her what intentions someone might have had for her, and he didn't even seem to be thinking about doing her any harm.

"Mm, secret? I'm not much for those. No, I prefer to be much more direct." He raised his head up some, striking a noble, gryphonic pose worthy of a flag or a banner. "It has been a while since I've laid eyes upon someone so enticing as you. I wonder if you might have needs left thoroughly unsatisfied by all those two-legged types."

She scoffed. "That's very forward of you, mister gryphon. We haven't even introduced ourselves."

"Xavier. Of the Inkfeathers." He leaned in close, as if he intended to kiss her, or just peck her, but stopped short of either.

"Very well. It's Jasper, then. I might be curious. Though I doubt a non-dragon could ever hope to keep up with me."

He hardly sounded phased. "You might be surprised."

As he spoke, he began circling around, chasing her tail. She in turn followed his movements, leaving them in an ouroboros of inspecting each other's nethers. They might have had the manners and intelligence to speak to each other, but they were still beasts. Their more feral sides were taking over in each other's presence, and they stopped speaking to instead focus on their more animalistic sounds. He was rumbling like a cat, deep in his chest, with the occasional sultry caw mixed in. She began to growl, though it wasn't an aggressive sound. Maybe his purring was starting to rub off on her.

He was the one to move first, pushing his beak near the base of her tail, examining what she had down there. Her cloaca didn't much betray what she was actually sporting, though simply feeling his warm breath upon her was starting to have an effect. She was twitching within, showing the first signs of arousal. It was impossible to help. Everything about the gryphon's presence, from his scent, to the touch of his beak and then his tongue, to the brush of sleek feathers and fur, silky and soft against her scaly hide, all worked to turn her on despite her better judgement. She liked him even better when she got a good look at what was beneath his tail.

A slinky feline tail could hardly hide his impressive gear, though she was still further impressed when he lifted it up for her and let her have a good look. A preposterously plump pair of balls bounced with his every step, tapping against the back of his muscular panther thighs as he went. Beneath was an equally thick sheath, one already showing some activity as it tensed and filled, the violet tip of his pointed shaft pushing out as she breathed over his backside. She hardly even knew what she was doing before she was drawing her tongue along his sack, feeling the smooth fur and taking in a devilishly arousing flavour. If she had less dignity she'd have been sucking on his nuts right then and there, but she wasn't going to throw herself into such indulgences until he had returned in kind.

He gladly did so, pushing forth a smooth tongue that basted her most sensitive regions in a generous coating of saliva as he worked. She felt him sigh, the heat of his exhalation washing over her slit, while her own cock began to push out to greet his lashing tongue. He didn't hesitate for a moment to give it the same attention as the rest of her, slurping and even wrapping the tip of his beak around it, gently suckling as he got her heart pumping. She simply redoubled her efforts, working her own tongue deeply beneath his own balls, letting them wrap snugly around her snout as she buried her face in them, sniffing deeply as his silky scent invaded her senses, opening her mind to urges she might never normally admit to having.

Once enough of his cock had pushed from its sheath, it dropped down with a satisfying bounce, accompanied by an aroused caw directed beneath her tail. She couldn't help but slather his shaft in her most thorough of slurps, helping it pump to a full, knotted form. That almost seemed like cheating. He had those tingly nubs and barbs near the pointed tip, the sort that promised to be highly stimulating if she let him mount her, as well as a more canine bulge near the base. That was the sort meant for tying with a partner, meant for mating and breeding. Taking it would mean committing. For all her initial suspicious, she was letting instinct guide her, and after filling her mouth with his rich taste there was little she wanted to do more than just lift her tail higher and higher for him, swaying her haunches as she finally stopped circling and let him catch up with her backside.

He was heavy, but she was more than durable enough to support his weight. She felt his feathers on her back first, dragging along her scales as he mounted her from behind. Then there was the fur of his underside, even smoother, like a silky blanket being lain over her. The desert certainly wasn't cold, even at night, but she welcomed his warmth spreading across her body. She felt his forelegs wrapping around her chest, the muscle beneath the feathers flexing taut. Never before had seen such strength, such dominance from a gryphon. She could only wonder if his virility could possibly match his seductive charm.

Jasper was selective about who took her like this. And they weren't usually so hung. His girth was more than adequate, slickly spreading out her slit, stuffing her cloaca full as he pushed it inside of her, smoothly gliding along the underside of her cock. She was already slick, and so was he, oozing a potent bead of pre, spurting it inside of her as if already pumping a load within her. As flexible as she might have been, she could feel him stretching her, burying that fat gryphcock so deep within her that she could feel her belly bulging with the shape of it. A lewd outline beneath her sandy scales pumped back and forth as he stuffed himself inside, right down to the knot, smacking that against her scaled slit with a solid thud and grinding there a while.

She felt like he might well knock her over, moving his hips with such power, such supremely dominant force. That soon had her clenching her teeth tight, suppressing the moan that wanted to burst from her lips. Not yet. Not until he'd earned it. Having a big cock alone wasn't enough, she wanted to see him properly pleasure her, show her more than just rutting. An insistent buck of her hips was meant to urge him along, thumping at his underside, and a low crowing from his throat told her he understood. There was such muscle to his body beneath the silky surface, such power being used for the sole purpose of fucking her. When he got to deeply thrusting, it was getting harder to keep from crying out.

He seemed intensely knowledgeable of where she was most sensitive, slowly grinding in and out in a steady piston. The thud of his knot against her cloaca came with a whole smattering of juicy noises as she continued dripping. He was making her wetter with each stroke, fucking that mess out of her at the same time as pouring it into her. His spurts of pre felt like a constant stream, cascading into her, making her wonder about the possibilities of interspecies breeding. It wasn't supposed to work, but the sheer amount he was pouring into her made her feel like his virility might conquer such barriers. She was already overflowing, already feeling herself sloshing with the potent pre-load, and her efforts to keep from making too much pleasured noise were proving even more challenging with each titillating thrust of those glossy feline haunches.

Even more imposing was the question of his knot. She had so rarely thought that something might just not fit inside of her, but that belly-stretching dick was already giving her a working over. It was bulging her, stretching her, and the steady thumping of of that bulb against her backside felt more like a battering ram. She was weaker in the knees with every smack, and her slit was no closer to taking it inside than he had started. That didn't seem to stop him. He was grinding in the hot mess of her juices, forcing it forward, testing her flexibility until she was somehow expanding. He opened her up a little more with every brutal beat against her butt, putting pressure on the base of her own shaft, and finally she couldn't help herself any longer. Opening her jaws wide, she tilted her head back and let for something that was supposed to be a roar, but it came off as more like a shuddering, whimpering moan, a weak and blissful noise that was entirely unbecoming of a dragoness. And that was before that knot even got anywhere near locking inside her, still a blunt object ramming on her sex as he picked up speed.

He didn't bother saying anything, caught up in the feral instincts, though the lick he dragged along her cheek was tease enough. He was panting slightly, his chest heaving against her back, but he showed no sign of slowing down. If anything, he only seemed to get more forceful, testing her strength and durability alike under a purely primal gryphonic assault. She wouldn't care complain, or even consider that he was being too rough for her. Not when it felt that good, his every thrust sending surging pleasure like a bolt of magic, running through her body, filling her veins with ecstasy. Maybe it really was a little magical. She couldn't sense it right off, but those big birds were tricky like that. She wouldn't put it past him or any of them to enhance her pleasure with some subtle spells, spoken subvocally in between his heated grunts and puffs on her neck.

If he was hiding some magic beneath that natural elegance and power that was his outward appearance, it would explain how he seemed to achieve the impossible. Fitting his knot inside of her seemed as likely as swallowing the world, given the ungodly size of that swollen bulge, but his persistence and his slickness paid off with a sudden lunge that caught them both off guard. Even for all his steady strength, he still found himself off balance for a few moments, nearly knocking the dragoness over as they staggered together, adjusting to the sudden change in momentum. With that decisive forward thrust there came a deliciously sloppy squelch that triumphantly announced he'd tied with her, filling her to gaping with that solid seal of a knot, locking it in her depths as she desperately clenched down with a sudden scream of pleasure. It wasn't even a roar, or a snarl, but a purely womanly cry that sounded, for just a moment, a little vulnerable.

She felt her front legs buckling, her face tipping downwards to hit the dirt and sand below them. It was proving too much to hold herself up any longer. He wrapped one foreleg around her chest, though it was less to support her and more to hold her close. She felt his heart beating against her back, strong and steady, and even knotted he didn't cease his rutting pounds. A deep crowing against the side of her ear sent the sound resonating through her senses while he raised his haunches high and started to richly fuck that knot back and forth inside of her. The pressure it put upon her most sensitive of places soon had her writhing for him, shaking like a distressed serpent while he mated her senseless, leaving her tingling so thoroughly she felt it in her toes, digging them into the dirt below to brace herself while she lay sprawled with her rear held high for the horny gryph.

Not that she would have ever admitted it, but she was impressed when he made her cum first. Her own cock was twitching hard, feeling the thudding impact of his fat balls slapping against its underside, gentle but stimulating. Every stroke he made inside of her, dragging over her g-spots with his knot, was getting her throbbing hard, spurting a steady stream of pre right down to the top of his paws where they were planted behind her feet. She shuddered and she shook, nearly drooling as she let her mouth gape open, the bliss overtaking her, letting her forget her uppity nature and her own draconic dignity. All she cared about was the pleasure, that perfect peak, the soaring climax he brought her to just be thumping her over and over with precise care. And how she ever squirted for him.

She heard her own seed splattering the ground below before the pleasure even properly set in. When it did, she was left shrieking, making some truly frightening noises that were sure to alert her party, and every single other creature that might have been dwelling in those ruins. She was hosing down the dirt below with her cum, spraying it hard while she clenched tightly upon that belly-bulging knot. Her haunches jumped and danced, her body entirely out of her own control by then, a slave to her own pleasure, and to his whims. He guided her through her orgasm, humping her, rutting her, making sure to press right on all those tender places as she spurted for him. Somehow he just knew where to grind, using that scale-stretching knot to its fullest effect, milking out so much cum and other juices from her that she was left barely seeing, her eyes a blurred haze as she fell into rapturous release, the sense all hammered out of her by the the constant rub of that fattened knot against her tingling insides.

That bulb was only getting bigger, swelling out as the bird himself neared his peak. It was clearly outlined in her underscales, though that shape was soon growing less distinct as he dug his heels in, humped forth one last time, and joined her in the explosive climax. The warmth filled her to the core, spreading through her body, and it weighed her down in moments. Her belly was expanding, rounding and softening with the burden of his fresh cum, pumping into her over and over, an unending stream. It didn't so much spurt out in ropes as it simply flowed, hosing her insides, bloating out her womb and overflowing her mere seconds from starting. He rocked back and forth, grinding out every drop he could get from those blatantly oversized gryphon nuts, leaving her haunches a splattered mess of hot cream, clinging to her scales, running down the back of her thighs, clinging to the underside of her lifted tail.

When the initial rush slowed, he was still cumming inside of her for a good long while. She finally slumped completely, falling over onto her side, taking her bloated belly with her. It jiggled and sloshed as she toppled, wiggling around with its creamy contents. Xavier laid with her, stretching out beside her with his cock still deeply embedded in her sex. He sprayed another rope every few seconds, cum trickling out around the imperfect seal of his knot. It hadn't softened in the slightest, but her wiggling allowed a little space for that overstuffed cum to flow from her slit. She was laying in a pool of it before long, hissing sharply every time she felt one of those hot shots inside of her, her belly scales bulging as her hide beneath expanded and stretched as taut as it could get. She looked less knocked up and more like she had somehow swallowed a small planet, rounded and engorged as if she were little more than a scaly balloon.

He was purring again. She almost cursed him for it. That sound and rumbly feeling was so soothing she could almost let herself relax, and not fuss about the great big mess he'd made out of her insides. Leaning into him, she reluctantly accepted his snuggles with a sigh, letting him drape his foreleg over her, fondly scritching and rubbing at her cum-belly while he delighted her with those pleasant vibrations. They didn't speak for a while, letting their bodies do the talking, though those slurps he dragged along her cheek and neck didn't seem all that feral anymore. Was that affection, from some cocky bird? She huffed, but she was in no position to do anything about it.

When her face had been thoroughly licked, he cleared his throat, gave what sounded like a relaxed caw, and then chuckled warmly.

"Such a performance! I might be so bold to say you needed that, Jasper."

"Hmph," she fussed, refusing to quite admit just how good that felt just yet.

That only brought another laugh from him. "I know you might feel you have a certain dignity to preserve, but there's no shame in enjoying some gryphon cock. No one is around to judge you for having a good time, after all."

She was about to give him a snarky reply, but something clicked back on in her head. Her eyes widened, and she squirmed away from him, trying to rise to her feet but finding it difficult with how full her belly was. It wobbled and sloshed with her sudden, frantic movement, her urgency enough to make the gryphon stroke up and down her back, trying to soothe her so she didn't tug on his knot so frantically.

"Relax, friend. Your party is assuredly safe, if that's what you're worried about."

She shot him a look, though with her fatigue it was less intense than she'd hoped.

"And how would you know that?"

He gave her a smirk. "They seemed a capable bunch. And I highly doubt the rumours surrounding this place are anywhere near true. Leave them to their adventuring and rest that gut of yours, why don't you?"

"But I ... what if they need me? What if they're in trouble? I don't hear them at all anymore."

"Then that means they must be doing fine. They would call you if they were in distress," he assured her. "Come. Let's get this knot out of you so we can continue."

She gave him a quirk of her head. "... Continue?"

"Of course!" He gave a grunt, jerking his hips back, making her yelp at the sudden pressure of his knot against her slit, stretching it out with a slick, fleshy sound but failing to come free. "A fantastically fuckable dragoness like you deserves much more than that."

Before she could get a word of protest in, she found herself snarling out a the sudden shock of his knot popping messily free of her sex. It didn't hurt, but it was a surprise, especially as she started gushing out so very much of his cum again, oozing and hosing down her surroundings at high pressure. He stepped gracefully out of the way, his sloppy cock dripping a steady stream of juices, painting over one of her flanks while he loomed above her, stretching his back and unfurling his wings with an elegant flutter. He was still the proud, handsome bird as before, slightly ruffled, while she was a huffing, drooling, bred and bloated mess of a dragoness, squirming in her own cum while she struggled to rise to her feet.

He didn't need her to get up. A little nudge, not at all forceful, and she was on her back, sticking her legs up in the air like some sort of overturned turtle. She felt herself growing even warmer than she already was for the indignity of it all, that she would let a mere gryphon breed and ruin her to the point of helplessness, but she couldn't feel embarrassed around him. He was never rubbing it in, never mocking her or degrading her. Even when he turned himself around and lowered his fat balls right atop her snout, she felt it was a compliment to her own attractiveness. She was sexy enough to rub his nuts on, and she took every rub and grind of his exceptionally smooth sack against her lips and face as wordless praise while she sprawled and breathed of his delicious breeder scent.

He was far from selfish about things, and though his beak was a smooth, hard thing hardly meant for kissing, she still appreciated the soft rubbing against her nethers it could provide. Working from her belly, then down and between her hind legs, he breathed deep, nudged and scritched, and finally laid the best approximation of a kiss a beak could manage right there on her soaked cloaca. Then he was working his tongue up and along her slightly-softened cock, cleaning the cum from it, most of which was his own. His breath was so tantalizingly warm, as if he were part dragon himself, and feeling it huffing over her bare flesh felt just as good as his tongue itself. She was moaning, outright losing herself in shameless whimpering and whining with how hard he was making her, though much of the sound was muffled by the generously rounded weight of his balls on her face.

She couldn't help but lick him. He had such a flavour to his fur, something musky yet smooth, something palpable as if she could swallow it, and she couldn't help but keep savouring it as she bathed his sack in spit. He was just as generous in return, working his tongue up and down her cock, slowly pushing it into his beak. While the edges of such might have seemed intimidating if used incorrectly, he knew just the right angles to make it feel like nothing more than a silky smooth, if solid sleeve, sliding up and down her shaft while he sucked on her. She was breathing deep, taking in his aroma, letting it fill her mind as much as her lungs, and her tongue strayed upwards to work at the base of his slippery knot. There were so many juices still clinging to it, his and hers alike, and she set to cleaning it up as best a slobbery dragon tongue could, sucking down all the flavour she got from it while she made it throb for her.

It was only a few licks, and she was already feeling him spritzing her. A thick misting of precum was running down her scales, letting her know just how much a mess he was going to make of her if she kept up like that. It just made sense to instead wrap his cock up in her maw, massaging it with the powerful suckles and gulps of her throat, feeling those barbs gently rubbing her while she pushed the tip all the way into the back of her throat while his knot kissed up against her lips. It was too large to suck on just yet, at least not before she had warmed up her throat. He was already doing a good job of that, letting that watery flow run steady into her belly, smoothly dropping from his cock with every engorged thump of arousal that passed through his pulsing dick.

She'd already tasted his balls, his cock, but his juices themselves were something else. It was like swallowing pure silk, a lewd throat massage with every gulp, and he wasn't even cumming yet. This was all just an appetizer, an early appetizer before the lusty treat his potent nuts promised as they bumped up and down atop her nose, keeping her imbued with that delicious musk she swiftly adored. She was breathing deep and slow while she sucked him off, still letting loose with the occasional moan as his beak and tongue alike worked her over, expertly pleasuring her with a firm, wet suckle. He was drooling for her too, his beak nice and wet at her own taste, working in smooth, reverent suckles that let her know just how much he lusted for her.

Her belly was already burdensomely large, but she wanted more. It was just her womb that was stretched out, after all. Surely there was more room inside of her. She lunged forth with a draconic hunger, stretching her jaws wide and pressing his knot to the tip of her tongue. That had his shaft shoved right down her throat, making her glurk and squeeze around it as she gulped his pre, and his response was a throaty caw and a few thrusts of his hips. He was gentle, but he was still facefucking her, finding her tight mouth the perfect place the hump and grind while she sucked with all her remaining might, letting all her other senses go dull as she focused intently on the heat and taste, the sensation of swallowing down his juices. She knew she was doing a good job by how much thicker they were getting, flowing into her belly like a decadent dessert of hot cream.

She noticed him digging in his claws, scraping deep scratches in the dirt around them. He lifted his tail high and bounced his hips a few more times, making his sack jiggle plumply until it tightened and clenched, hard. She worked her own hips, pushing up into his beak, her cock twitching and oozing, thicker and juicier, her whole body tightening up as that lightning strike of orgasm came over her again. All that pleasure from a beak, she could hardly believe it, but she wasn't one to deny what she was feeling. She gulped hard, pouring all her bliss into working him as firmly as she could, and as she began to gush, she was richly, hotly rewarded with the torrent of breeder cream her belly desired.

Xavier might have been a dominant gryph, but he was more than generous enough to swallow down her cum as she sprayed it for him. A high-pressure blast hit him in the back of the gullet, and he didn't flinch, simply flexing that elegant, muscular neck of his, drinking her cream from the source. She listened to his gulping briefly, but it was soon drowned out by his own cumshot. She felt it bulging down his dick, pushing out beneath the veiny surface before erupting forth into her waiting throat. Even swallowing as quickly as she could, she was still overflowing, drooling it down her cheeks as it splatted out of her open mouth. All the rest shot straight down her gullet, warming her belly as it joined with all the seed sloshing in her womb, filling and stretching her, bloating her up so thick he could barely even stand over her while he emptied his nuts between her lips.

Somehow, she didn't choke on any of it. Even in the middle of orgasm, feeding him a nice hot load of dragoness seed, she remained focused. His cum felt like it was massaging its way down her throat, silky with every gulp, leaving her feel smooth and soothed on the inside. Her belly was engorged to an obscene state, but it was never uncomfortable. Maybe it reached the point of that slight, enjoyable overwhelming feeling that came with a meal far too large for her, but it was wholesome and it was rich, making delightful sounds as her stretched belly wobbled with her every pulse of bliss. He emptied every last drop he had into her belly until she felt like she might well float away, or perhaps sink right through the ground itself from the weight, and finally pulled free with a joyfully slick splat, emptying just a few more ropes of cum over her chest and her gut alike.

She wasn't much for being marked like that, but she'd permit it when he had such a pleasing scent to him. It hadn't occurred to her how little she had breathed throughout his orgasm, and when he was sliding off of her, giving her cock one last parting kiss, she was left panting and gasping hard. A small belch escaped her, sending some of his jizz flinging out, and he just loomed above, golden-eyed and looking so seductively satisfied, licking over his dripping beak. His belly too was giving a nice slosh, though he was nowhere near as full as she was. She was pretty sure she couldn't even move - and she wasn't bothering to try.

When that glowing moment came to a close, he settled down on his belly and snuggled up alongside her, wiggling his hips back and forth until he was good and snug, cuddling her flank. He nudged at her belly with his beak, sending it swinging and shaking like it were made of jelly, producing a sloshy sound that sounded like a torrential downpour. She smacked her lips and licked her teeth, still tasting so very much of him, and loving it. His taste was bliss, pure sex upon her tongue, and basking in his rumbling presence was as comforting as it was enticing. They didn't bother speaking for a while, until she sleepily began to murmur her lingering concern.

"I should ... I should check on them. How long has it been?"

"Shh. You're not going anywhere anytime soon. Not without dragging your belly with you, anyway." He laid his head against hers. "Why not rest it off? Your adventure is over. All you need to do is lie here and think about how good you feel right now."

"Mmngh ..." she grunted, rolling back and forth, and utterly failing to generate enough momentum that might have helped her get to her feet. He was right. It was time for rest. And she knew they were all brave and talented. Surely they wouldn't fall into disaster with just a few minutes spent away from their draconic protector.

"That's it. Rest, or sleep, it's up to you. When you've recovered - " He dropped his voice a few octaves, taking on a rumble that made her cock stand up partly firm again just to hear it. " - there are still so many things I would love to do with you, sweet dragoness. And to you."

She sighed, and then she smiled. Such a presumptuous gryphon. Just one good fuck and already acting like he owned her. Just because her belly was stretched to its limit with his cum, and her entire body smelled of his luscious scent didn't mean anything. All she knew was that she was safe, comforted and cared for by the shameless bird, his heated presence making her feel like all her cares had simply melted away. Maybe she really did worry too much. Maybe what she really needed was to relax, and think only of herself for a while. And of him, that sexy gryph, and all the desires they could fulfill together. All seemed silent to her as she drifted into a nap, her body so soothed that falling asleep as natural as breathing.

Chapter II

Losing sight of the rest of the party wasn't an accident. Mahiri did his best work alone, and as form-hugging as his leathers might have been, there were still plenty of compartments to hide some particularly valuable treasures and trinkets before anyone else saw them. Oh, he'd let them know of any major finds of course. Mostly so they could help carry them home. But it was always a good idea to secure a few things for himself. They were all so modest anyway. They probably wouldn't have even been that upset if they found out.

Of course, going off on his own ran the risk of running into trouble with no one there to help him. And he might even have been worried about it too, if he wasn't a sharp-eyed, keen-sensed feline, spotting potential threats long before they ever got anywhere near him. He could identify half a dozen traps from a mere glance into a room, so it wasn't like some rusted, dusty old ruin was going to frighten him. A few steps down a sunken corridor, and he had already noticed an old tripwire, and he set to disarming it, only to find it was already broken anyway. Time and decay had largely claimed this place, rendering its former defenses harmless, though that was no reason to remain anything but vigilant.

He couldn't hear them anymore, either. That seemed strange. He could sense some sort of lingering magic wafting from the crumbled stone, but nothing he could readily identify. That was a job for the magical types of the party, the same ones he had very intentionally left behind. So far, the trek had been disappointing. He found a few partly-shattered remnants of an old civilization, maybe a few things that might have been worth something once properly identified and restored, but that was no fun. Much more exciting were jewels, and ancient coins, and other such trinkets of obvious value. Plus, there was that whole damp smell lingering around everything, something that greatly contrasted the desert he'd walked through to get there. It seemed to follow him everywhere.

His eyes began to light up brightly in the dark as he descended down a staircase, exploring a ruined basement where the ceiling had partially caved in. Maybe someone had stashed away their valuables there. His eyes lit up in another way when he got to the bottom of the stairs and found not just a regular basement, but rather a full, sprawling dungeon, filled with dusty cells and long, dark hallways. It all had him swishing his tail. He'd stumbled upon the very sort of adventuring surroundings he'd been seeking, and no doubt there were all kinds of treasures waiting for him at the end. They were probably all conveniently packed away in a nice big treasure chest, with a lovely, pickable lock on it. He always appreciated that.

There wasn't a single thing moving in there. He could sense the stillness in the air. As far as he could tell, it was an entirely untouched dungeon for him to plunder. He knew he ought to go back and find the rest of the party before he pressed any deeper into the darkness on his own, but maybe just a few rooms wouldn't hurt. It was so noisy with them all around. He hardly ever got the chance to just enjoy some soothing dungeon ambience. The shifting of old stone, the dust tumbling down from the ceiling, the slow drip of some unseen leak, the squelching. Well, that last part was unusual. For all his perceptiveness, he had to wonder why he hadn't noticed just how flooded the whole place was before stepping into that ankle-deep puddle. It was thicker than water.

He was mildly annoyed at first, wondering what that strange, slimy something might do to his boots. Then he was further irked by how sticky it proved to be. Maybe sticky wasn't the right word, but it was difficult to pry his feet out of the puddle, even once he put a little strength into the effort. It didn't make sense. It wasn't even that deep, but in the dark it was hard to actually make out the details of what exactly it was. He could tell it was unusually dark, blending well into the stone below, and slowly shifting back and forth as if following an unseen tide. It was making an odd burbling noise, sounding something like a bubbling pot of stew, and it only grew louder the harder he tried to escape from it, until the juicy, messy noise was echoing down the empty halls.

It occurred to him to call for help, but that would have been awfully embarrassing. What was he going to say, that he got stuck in some mud, or slime, or whatever it was, and needed someone to pry him out? No, this was a problem he needed to deal with on his own, for the sake of his own dignity. That he seemed to be dealing with some sort of entity rather than just a substance didn't concern him too much. After all, how strong could a mere slime be? Those were among the first things an adventurer like him learned to overcome. So even while he watched tendrils of black goo slowly creeping their way up along his legs, he remained calm, reaching to his belt for something that was sure to repel the slow attacker.

It wasn't so much a poison as just an acid, a hurtful something that was painful, but not fatal when it touched anything organic. Uncorking the tiny vial with his thumb, he inverted it and let it drop to the slime-coated floor, the glass shattering within. At first there was a hiss, even some smoke or just vapour rising from the surface of the substance, but then all was quiet once more. What should have been a crackling burn was instead a brief fizzling. The leopard could swear he heard what sounded like a sigh from the bubbling mass, which was followed by the emergence of a wet, gurgling, androgynous voice.

"It's been so long since I've had company ... and who is this putting their dirty boots all over me?"

Mahiri couldn't tell where the voice was coming from exactly. It sounded like the puddle itself was the source, but that didn't make sense. Slime didn't talk. Yet the wiggles and the schlorps of the mass that had enveloped his feet were far from those of an ordinary liquid. It was alive, and seemingly feeling, and though its words were difficult to tell from the smacking sounds of the goo itself, it was definitely speaking to him, which hinted at at least some sort of intelligence. Maybe it was just mimicking speech. That would have made him feel less concerned about his situation.

The glass that broke into the goopy mess had completely vanished, seemingly melted, even absorbed, the liquid below growing thicker, more viscous, as it rose up towards his knees. Even worse was what it was doing to the sturdy leather of his boots. He might as well have been wearing parchment for how quickly his footwear disintegrated. They melted right off of his feet, leaving them bare in the black mulch, the enveloping goo soon swirling between his toes and sticking to his pads, clamping down with potent pressure, feeling like it was gripping him. He heard its voice again, as ambiguous as before, slickly filling the air with that seductively wet sound.

"Mmm ... feels like kitty paws."

Mahiri pulled away sharply, expecting some sort of burning sensation once the black goo was clinging to his fur and skin beneath. Instead, it was strangely pleasant. There was warmth to it, but not heat, and it was as smooth to the touch as the finest silk. It felt almost luxuriant as it crept slowly up his leatherclad legs, melting through his light armour like it was nothing, slowly stripping him naked but doing nothing to harm his actual body beneath. It encased him like a second skin, sealing away his feet and his calves in a glossy black coating, spreading that pleasant sensation of warmth through his senses while it moved towards his more sensitive places.

His squirms were becoming less a matter of trying to get away and more just him being unable to deal with the strange sensations creeping up his legs. The slime wiggled and stroked at him, giving him a tender sort of massage like a thousand fingers all groping deeply into his spotted thighs at once. He felt his muscles loosening, his whole body gripped by an increasing urge to just relax and let that feeling spread over his every detail. And that was before the slime was working its way up to his groin, melting away and seemingly absorbing the last of his pants, stealing away all the trinkets and blades he kept attached to his belts, hiding them away in the growing, goopy mass as he felt those sultry sloshes stroking hard at his sheath, his balls, even pressing in on his taint to ensure he was showing some firm pink in no time at all.

Then came his moans, all but forced out of him by the goopy assault of pleasure. They were sharp and catlike, more like mrowls as he huffed out, feeling that slippery massage working over everywhere he was sensitive. The goo was rising up, no longer a puddle but rather a solid, formless shape, wriggling and dripping as it oozed all over his hardening cock, pressing hard on his exposed barbs, putting on just the right sort of slimy squeeze to make him yowl. That was a leopardess sound if ever there was one, but he was the only one around to hear it. He got even noisier as the ooze set to grasping and kneading his balls while it wetly stroked its way up his taint, and finally penetrated him beneath the tail, giving his prostate a good working over, zapping him with the kind of pleasure that got his kitty cock throbbing. The voice spoke again, seemingly coming from all around him, causing his wet cocoon to vibrate as it giggled.

"Hehehe ... silly cat. You should know better than to trust anything in a dungeon. It might be a predator lying in wait. I can already tell you're a great catch. There is so much to extract from you."

Despite the monstrous nature of his attacker, Mahiri was in no sort of distress. Instead, he was writhing, not even needing to support his own weight anymore, leaving him free to sway his hips back and forth as he showed his teeth in a pleasured snarl. The slime had him tight, locking his legs in place, holding him upright while it schlurped and schlorped its way up and down his cock. His inches were wrapped airtight in that clinging slime while it squeezed and stroked, massaging him a thousand ways at once. And even as it did so, it continued up his body. His purrs grew amplified as it rubbed his belly, and then they grew muffled as his chest and then his throat and face were overtaken. His arms ended up pinned to his sides, his mouth sealed shut, but he wasn't for a moment suffocating, even as that full bodysuit of slime sealed off over the middle of his scalp, completely enveloping his every single detail.

Every attempt at moaning from then on was instead muffled beneath the goop, nearly silenced. He still rumbled through the layer of ooze, unable to stop purring when he was being stimulated from every side at once. It felt like there wasn't a single part of his body that wasn't being worked over, stroked with those tiny black tendrils as his new skin hugged tight around his naked curves. His ass was getting massaged just as much as it was getting penetrated, or maybe even fucked, if that oozing pressure on his pleasure button counted. His cock was shooting pre into the confines of that slimy mass, getting absorbed as it got stimulated. Every flex and twitch of his body was visible beneath the surface of his new skin, holding his fur down flat as it squeezed him tightly enough it began to control him.

When he raised his arms, it wasn't of his own volition. He was helpless, paralyzed in that suit of slime, able to completely relax and let his muscles cease to function on their own. The ooze alone held him in place, beginning to manipulate him like a marionette while he fell deeper into an almost slumber-like state of ecstasy. Those were his own hands stroking up and down his body, groping at his own thighs, feeling up his hips, squeezing deeply into his spotty ass, but they felt like they belonged to someone else. There was an aura of admiration to every touch, as if the slime itself was appreciating the body it had taken over. And if he didn't already realize how much it had claimed him, he realized when it made him open his own mouth to speak, and the voice coming out wasn't his.

"Oh, you feel so good inside me, kitty. I'm going to enjoy wearing your curves like my own, mmnf."

This time, it sounded more distinctly female. That fit with the slight modifications it was making to the layer of slime engulfing him. A little extra weight onto his chest gave him a plump pair of dripping tits, which she forced him to squeeze with his own hands. She sighed through his mouth as she rubbed them together, kneading so firmly into them that his fingers sank right into the malleable ooze. His butt was getting bigger too, padding out, sleek and shiny as she turned his silhouette into something impractically sexy, too curvy to even walk without burden. That didn't seem to bother her. More encumbering were his balls and his cock, growing even more weighty with each throb, sizing up to nearly double their initial dimensions, until his fattened nuts were bumping back and forth between his thighs, making a plethora of lewdly wet plaps.

She made sure to force him to play with those as well, cupping them in his hands, slowly kneading over them while they made all sorts of juicy noises. They sounded like they were engorged to bursting with cum, which fit well with the bizarre sensation of sloshing and intense clenching while his cock sputtered out waves of pre that were swiftly absorbed into the goopy mass of the slime. She chuckled as she made him thrust his hips back and forth, and then reach back and spank his own ass, making that extra padding jiggle while she swayed his tail back and forth.

"Such a cutie. You're so girly you're giving me a female form. I'm going to enjoy squeezing this fat ass of yours once it belongs to me. But before I melt you down, I'm going to make you cum your brains out. What's left of them."

By then, her words were beyond thinly-veiled threats and fully into taunting him with his impending fate. It was far from a bluff, evidenced in how numb his feet had gone. It wasn't for lack of stimulation that he couldn't feel them anymore, but rather they were simply gone. The same goopy, messy process of absorbing his armour into her gooey body was beginning to claim the rest of him. Yet even for all the danger, he had trouble panicking. She had him caught up in that peak, edging him, squeezing hard on his barbs with the slime around them and his own hand alike, ensuring he was little more than a writhing mess of a leopard beneath the glossy skin that had overtaken him. His face was frozen in an expression of halted bliss, coming desperately close to cumming but left stuck right on the edge, leaving his softening body in a paralyzed, enraptured state that would have had him whimpering for her if she gave him his voice back.

No small part of him knew he ought to panic, and there was still that subtle resistance in his muscles as she worked over him. The danger was apparent, and logically speaking, he should have been fighting with everything he had left even if it was useless. Yet somehow that part of his brain simply wasn't firing. His instincts remained suppressed, forced into submission by the goopy massage that was claiming him as the slime's prey. Or maybe it wasn't any sort of control she was asserting over him, but instead just his natural reaction to being taken like that. It felt good to belong to her. He knew that struggling was pointless, and if he just relaxed, it felt so good to let her steal his body for her own. She was even wearing a light pattern of his pretty rosettes as she churned him down, one spot at a time.

As for the digestive process, it was as swift and efficient as it was seemingly harmless. He wasn't painfully melting by any means. It was more that his body was just being converted into her own, fur and flesh replaced with slime, absorbed into the splorching mass, one spot at a time. She took everything but the bones, adhering to them, using them to hold up the new, feminine body she was creating out of his melting mass. There was less and less of him inside of her, diminished with each squelching squeeze, but she made sure the most important parts were still intact. She was stimulating him with her tendrils, giggling and jiggling at how much control she had over him even while she was converting him into fuel for a coherent form with every gloop and burble.

"Hehe ... you're going to cum for me. Such an eager kittycat. I'm having such fun turning you into my little slimeslut. Get ready. I'm going to finally let you blow your load. Riiiight about ... now!"

She snapped her slippery fingers, sending a fleck of slimy mist through the air, clenching down on him and ramping up the stroking. His jaws stretched open wide, slime-coated lips stretching strings of ooze between them while he fell back into her all-encompassing embrace. His enhanced cock pumped and bulged, his balls pulling up tight with a deep splurch as he finally rocketed past his peak all at once after waiting for so long. His cum burst forth, right into that slimy creature consuming him, spurting hard, rapidly, great thick creamy ropes that were swiftly absorbed back into her mass just as quickly as he shot them out. Despite how hard he was emptying his nuts for her, her own only got fatter, sagging lower and lower until they were almost at her feet, the slightly translucent surface making the load of leopard cream visible from the outside, simmering there in her own sack. Every rope just made her balls fatter, his own robbed and drained to make her own bigger and better, until she simply let him slump down with a defeated, muffled sigh.

"That's a good cat. Now you're all mine. Your last moments will be right here, melting in my body. Nnngh, and it feels ... heavenly."

She made no effort to hide her pleasure, stroking madly at her shaft with the one hand, and simply admiring her own increasing heft with the other. Her whole body was giving some incredibly over-the-top splurshes and splutches, tossing what remained of the leopard's softening form back and forth, handling him roughly as she liquefied and absorbed him. It was getting deafening in there, between her constant schlicks of her cock, and the glurrrrrn of her insides working him over. His body writhed as it ceased to function properly, rolled over and over, basted in her consuming slime as she absorbed him into her curves. Every pound of melted leopard meant more pudge on her body, and the way she was massaging her padding was only growing more intense, until she was all but masturbating the fat and thickness she was stealing from that curvy kitty.

"Nnh! Yes, yes, good boy ... gonna turn you into my tits, nnnf ... everything you are is gonna get all used up to make me sexier. Almost there. Almost got you, kitty ..."

Maybe it was her words, or maybe it was the sensation of his body completely breaking down, but the reality of the situation finally dawned upon his pleasure-drunk mind in those final moments. By then, he was of course well past too late, barely even left with a body to express his new realization. Nonetheless, he did his best to escape, his distress apparent in the sudden extra wiggles jiggling her curves about. Her belly wobbled with the contents of his belt, all those little trinkets smacking together thanks to his distressed activity, and her tits gave a hefty jiggle as he fought to break free from beneath the inescapable surface of black ooze. She easily suppressed his every effort, smothering him down in that constricting slime, overpowering him with the compressing squeezes that squelched and splashed around him, shoving him deeper into the darkness, silencing his attempts at crying for help.

"Ffffff! There you go, kitty! Now you understand how much trouble you're in!" Her voice was dripping with lust by then, her hands moving to stroke at what remained of his panicked expression beneath the inky black surface coating his features. "Give me a nice struggle while I end your adventuring career for good! Nnf, yes! Your whole legacy will be as my fat ass when I'm done with you. Just a little more ..."

She moved on to taking a long, deep squeeze of those plumper and plumper breasts as she finished speaking, playing with them, bouncing them up and down in the palms of her hands. They were her own hands now, with the leopard within her little more than skeletal by then. There was just enough of him left to twitch and wiggle, thought it was hard to tell if that was a voluntary motion or just a spasm of his fading muscles. None of it slowed her digestive process. She was inescapable, an all-consuming creature that left very little behind. His bones were already starting to disconnect from one another, floating freely in the gelatinous mass of her body, clattering together as she picked the very last of him clean. There was no big moment, no final squeeze or clench that finished him off. One moment he was still vaguely moving, and the next he wasn't, the majority of his mass fully digested and turned into more of her own slimy heft.

"Nngh! Good kitty! Good!" She sounded like she was cumming, her whole body convulsing, looking as if she didn't even know how to control her new form at first until she settled down with a heavy, wobbling sigh, slowly massaging at her stiff slimecock rather than wildly jerking it. She was more than ready to climax, but she held off, letting the pleasure simmer and leave her humming with lingering bliss. "There you go. I'm going to enjoy showing off this new body of mine. These curves are going to be my trophy. Let's see what they can do, shall we?"

Even the slightest movement on her part had her gloshing balls swinging and tapping at her thighs, even her calves. They were absolutely engorged with all the seed she'd churned up in the process of melting Mahiri. Some of it was him, the converted nutrients she didn't need instead just processed into thick, nut-stuffing spunk. More still was produced by her own excitement. It felt so good to take over someone's body like that, to melt and destroy them for the simple purpose or making herself sexy. That liquid pleasure was packed tightly in her dragging sack, and she needed the release. Bringing both hands to her cock, she started to squeeze, quickly building to a pre-dripping state, squirting thin strings along the dungeon floor. It would have been so easy to just blow her load right then and there, but she knew it would be even better to edge it out, to hold off and keep herself at that orgasmic high for as long as possible.

The clutter bothered her a little. Not around the dungeon, but inside of her. That damn cat carried so much stuff with him, and it was all clinking around within her new body, mixing with his bones to make for a rattling cacophony when she moved. That along with all the thick sloppy splashing the confines of her nuts ensured she was far too noisy to sneak up on her next meal. She was going to have to let off a little weight, and she wasn't going to bother finding a better spot. Right there in the middle of the dungeon hall was a suitable resting place for a foolish rogue, too caught up in the call of treasure to properly consider all the possible threats around him. She reached back and dug two hands deeply into the fat cheeks of her ass, feeling just how much they squished and wobbled with the extra padding, like they were little more than jelly.

"Mm, look what you did to me, cat. So much padding. So thick. Time to get rid of the excess. I think this will fit you nicely. An adventurer like you, your bones were always meant to decorate a dungeon."

She squatted that soft ass down, letting it wobble with the movement, tapping her nuts to the slime-coated floor, sending another spurt of pre through her cock. It splattered to the wall, slowly running down to the floor as she lifted her goop-dripping tail and began to flex. Her body didn't produce any actual waste, though those various indigestible bits had to come out somehow. She thought it was only fitting to give that cat one final dose of posthumous humiliation, squeezing his own disassembled skeleton out of her fat rear, along with all the many trinkets and tools he carried with him. They clattered to the floor along with his bones, all those hidden objects meant to keep him from befalling a fate exactly like that one. Every flex of that ass made for another thunk of his slime-coated bones, piling up as a goopy monument, sleek and glistening, until finally she topped it off with his emptied skull.

That would have been insult enough, but she wasn't nearly done. Once she'd finished squeezing him out, she slowly rose, rubbing her cock swiftly while she jiggled all over. He'd almost made her too soft, if that was even possible, with those impossibly large curves the sort that could never even exist on a regular person of flesh and blood. Good thing she didn't have to obey the rules of physics. Her balls alone would have been impossible to heft around for long, but she set to reducing the burden of their heated contents with some wild strokes to her shaft, double-fisting her dick, squeezing it hard while she dripped goop from her every curve in her excitement. Soon she was swinging those nuts back and forth as she fucked her own grip, gritting her new teeth, swaying her tail and painting the walls with the slime that came flinging off of it.

When she finally hit her peak, she made the most of her newly feline nature to toss her head back and yowl towards the ceiling. The sound went echoing through the darkness, sounding much like the same leopard she'd digested and turned into her new body. She thought about how he felt, all smoothed over and featureless in his last moments, just a lump of energy and mass to claim, and that was when she finally hit that twitching, convulsing climax that almost sent her shaking apart in her pleasure. She came so hard she struggled to hold onto her coherently feline form, bits of her her own body melting down, sinking into the floor before she hastily reconstructed them. And all the while she was hosing down that pile, pointing her dick right at those bones and soaking them in her seed, marking them and adding that final bit of domination to her consumption of the leopard. It wasn't like he could feel or see any of it happening, but it pleased her to tease him like that, and that was enough.

She made sure to hit him right in his open jaws, cumming in what used to be his mouth. She got him in the eye sockets too, filling up his skull with his jizz, letting it overflow and trickle back out to join with the rest of the musky mess splattering the pile below. It was all so thick, coating everything and leaving it streaming out in all directions, a great big sloppy mess that steamed with heat. Her balls were pulling up tighter to her body, shrinking to a more manageable size while they heavily glooped with all the churning activity and clenches squeezing down on what remained of her excessive load. It splurched and slorped its way out with every heavy thump of her cock, until those bones were completely coated, painted white, all the slime washed away and replaced by her seed. All that was left once she was done milking her nuts was the sound of her own purring. She liked how that felt, vibrating within her slimy body, making her wobble slightly.

"Mmmmmm," she groaned, rubbing herself up and down one more time, making sure to take the time to admire every single detail. She dug deep into her hips, squeezed her fat ass, played with her balls, then worked her way up. Her belly was nice and trim, rumbling from within with the purrs she stole, and her tits were just so delightfully hefty, bouncing on their own for a while when she lifted them up and let them fall. Finally she just sighed. "All mine. All gone. I'm going to wear your form for as long as I can. I'm sure it'll help me lure in my next meal. Who could possibly resist this ass?"

She chuckled, and turned to kick a little dirt on the pile that used to be Mahiri. Her whole body made some smacking and suckling sounds as she padded off, her ass jiggling and clapping with her strides, her tits bouncing against her belly. Everything about her was so supremely curvy it was almost silly, but she didn't mind one bit. The only thing it did was make it hard to actually get anywhere, given how easy it was to fall into the temptation of just rubbing herself every few steps, squeezing and groping, until she was almost ready to rub out another cumshot right then and there. If that was how sexy she already found herself, then just how long was the willpower of her next meal going to last, when confronted by that glossy black, slippery and shiny figure, perfectly padded beyond belief, dripping with lust, inviting even the most chaste of adventurers into her oozing embrace? Her cock was already firming back up, giving a few telltale throbs when she simply thought of sitting her fat ass down on someone's face, not letting them up until she'd claimed them. This was so much better than being a formless puddle in the dark.

Chapter III

Vel felt like he ought to check on them. He wasn't sure how he had managed to lose track of both of them without noticing for so long. Mahiri was one thing - that leopard was always sneaking off and doing his own thing, and as mysterious as he could be, Vel at least felt comforted to know the stealthy feline was watching his back from the shadows, rather than preparing to stab it. He had a habit of showing up at the most opportune of times after vanishing for so long. More concerning was the lack of Jasper's presence. Just how exactly did he lose sight of a great green dragoness like her? That was like losing sight of the sky.

So far, the adventure had been surprisingly mundane. The journey there was far more perilous, with ambushes and natural hazards alike impeding their progress at every turn. Maybe he should have been thankful for the silence, but the lack of activity had him strangely on edge. He looked to the rest of the party, who had all stopped for a break, inspecting the rocks and debris around them for any possible signs of treasure. They didn't seem concerned by the new absences, leaving him to quietly speak up and catch their attention.

"Ah. Pardon the interruption. I was thinking we maybe ought to go back and look for our other companions."

He didn't get much of a reception for that. Mira eventually tapped her staff in the dirt sometimes, offering him a soft smile.

"If I know my brother, then it's by no accident that he's wandered off alone again. He can take care of himself. Usually."

Vel nodded. "I suppose. But what about Jasper?"

That just made the pantheress lightly chuckle. "The dragoness? You think we need to check on her?"

She wasn't mocking, but perhaps teasing, and he realized how silly it must have sounded just to hear it repeated back to him. Still, it was a concern he couldn't get off of his chest. He must have looked suitably upset, because the pantheress eventually relented with a little sigh.

"Well, alright. I'll come with you. Can't have you wandering off on your own. Who will heal us all then?" she joked.

"Um, well ... you, I thought," he noted.

"Not today! I forgot." She shrugged. "If you need a whole bunch of vines out of nowhere though, let me know. I'm sure they could be put to some kinky use."

She winked at him, failing to elicit any sort of reciprocal flirting. Not for his devotion to his god, as she might have assumed, but just because his particular preferences happened to lie somewhere else. It had never actually come up in their conversations. Before stepping off to retrace their steps, she called to the party to make sure they knew where they were going.

"We're just going to backtrack briefly! Wait for us, probably!"

With that they were off, keeping to a tight formation just in case something had been sneaking up behind them all that time. Having Jasper around was supposed to let them cease worrying about such things, focusing solely on the threats ahead, but that didn't apply when she wasn't actually around to assist them. The drake and cat walked together through their own footsteps in the sand, pacing past ruined buildings that all looked the same. It was difficult to keep from getting turned around, but if they lost their way, Vel was confident his own inner guiding light would help them. Their journey was largely silent but for the sound of drifting sand. It was enough to leave the mind a little numb, so much so that they could drift apart without even noticing.

It was like she had simply vanished from his side. One moment, he was acutely aware of her warm, protective presence, and the next he was on his own. The streets around him seemed to go on forever, devoid of proper landmarks to help him navigate. Standing on his own like that, he was a prime target for anything that might have had malicious intent, hardly able to hold his own in direct combat without someone else there to support. He thought about quickly doubling back and retreating the way he had come, until he caught a gleam of scales in the distance. It was hard to tell from so far away, but it looked like she might have been wounded, sprawled out as she was. Unless she had made the strange decision to take a nap in the middle of an adventure, she needed his help.

Nervous though he may have been, especially if something that could hurt a dragoness was still around, he was soon running. He was still concerned about Mira's disappearance, but his focus was on the apparent need right in front of him. His haste kept him from properly seeing the shadow that dwelt there. It blended into the lower light as surely as darkness itself, but when he approached, it raised its head to regard him with eyes like liquid gold. He halted in his tracks as he saw the gryphon rising to its feet before him, towering and broad, bigger than the dragoness herself who remained sprawled below.

At least she didn't seem injured. She was clearly just asleep, audibly snoring, sporting a greatly expanded belly that jiggled with her sleepy breaths. He wasn't sure what to make of that, but his attention wasn't on her anymore. The feathered creature's colouration it occur to him that the massive gryphon staring him down might have been Mira herself, shifted into some sort of great beast form he had never seen before. That theory made less sense when he noticed just how aroused the half-bird was. The pitch-black crow-panther was well-hung, swinging a firm, dark violet shaft between his thighs, the lewd throbs thumping it up against his taut belly, smearing a glistening layer of juices over his fur.

Vel wasn't used to being on his own like that. He was frozen in place, feeling fear like ice through his veins, tingling and sharp. Even when the gryphon spoke to him in a friendly voice, his nervousness hardly went away, given just how much smaller he was than the natural wonder that was the big black catbird.

"Ah, you must be another member of the party! Jasper seemed quite concerned with you. Just as I assured her, you seem quite safe indeed." He raised a talon to his beak, making a shushing sound. "Speak quietly, now. She needs her rest after that."

It was strange that he could speak so casually while shamelessly displaying his thick erection, still clinging with the mess that were the result of his recent coupling with the incapacitated dragoness. Vel could only imagine what sort of things could possibly leave Jasper herself in such a state. But he didn't bother trying to picture them, only taking one cautious step back when the lusty bird took one forward. His eyes flitted from that great beak, down to that impressive cock, the sleek coating making its features shine all the more distinctly. Barbed, but knotted, and overall plump, it was nestled atop a pair of balls that were themselves near the size of the drake's whole body. They looked so sinfully silky, so velvety with their short coating of fur, the fluids clinging to them glistening in the setting sun. It was enough to make even a faithful one like him bite his lip.

"I must say, even after mating with a dragoness, I'm still more than a little worked up. Maybe I don't need to point that out." He arched his beak, giving what couldn't be called anything other than a smirk. "You might be a man of faith, but surely there's no sin in helping a gryph in need? Consider it, say, caring for one of nature's beasts. A righteous pursuit, most would say!"

He took a seat on his haunches, which only gave Vel a better look at his thickness. That shaft was throbbing in such lewd ways, outright shooting pre into the air as casually as the gryph breathed. His balls were the size of boulders, looking like they alone might very well have been capable of crushing the drake. And from it all there emanated a deliciously enticing scent the likes of which Vel had never before imbibed. There were hints of the natural world in pine and rain, but rest was a richly arousing musk that had an immediate effect on the cleric. He was licking his lips, and beneath his robe, he was already starting to feel some firmness, despite how unnatural this sort of thing seemed to him.

"Come closer, faithful one. Consider me your reward for a life of devotion."

Vel sensed no dark magic or wicked hypnotic powers from the gryphon's words, as much as he wished he would have. That would have been an easy excuse for his swift succumbing to temptation. He wanted to taste that gryphon, so very badly. The aroma working into his senses had the quality of completely melting away his inhibitions, leaving him feeling desires so intense he was digging his toes into the dirt. He watched those sultry pulses running through the impressive spire of gryph dick, he watched his sack lightly clenching, the feline toes of those hind paws slowly curling as the gryphon licked his beak with lust. Vel had never felt so desired in his entire life.

His shyness eventually halted him, making him clear his throat and shake his head shyly. "Ah, but I don't even know -"

The gryph didn't let him finish, guessing his sentence correctly. "It's Xavier. Now come on over here before you strain something. I can feel your want radiating from you."

Xavier didn't condescend, didn't make Vel feel at all ashamed of his own lust. He simply encouraged it. He was so warm, literally and figuratively, that it only seemed natural to slip out of his robe. It was the desert after all. Scaly things like him were meant to be bare, absorbing the heat. Despite how hot the days had been, the nights were still chilly, and Xavier's warmth grew more inviting by the moment. Vel couldn't help himself. It was neither magical compulsion nor hypnotic mind control nor anything else unnatural or unfair. He made the decision to shove his face directly into the gryphon's fat balls entirely of his own will, desiring nothing more than to immerse himself in the smothering embrace of that delicious sack.

That such an action got an approving huff from the gryph above only further encouraged him. Not only did Xavier approve, but he seemed to be outright pleasured by the drake's action. That such a small creature could satisfy such an enormous, majestic beast even slightly was enough to fill the drake with pride. He rubbed himself up even closer, completely burying himself in that musk, growing to full arousal while he let those plump panther nuts wrap around his entire body. He was humping and stroking away, his motions growing almost manic while he devoted himself to worshipping something other than his god. The taste, the scent, the clinging heat that coated his scales, it all had him grinding smoothly and then slickly as he worked himself up near to orgasm from touching those balls alone.

He would have been content to stay there, pressing his hands into that silky fur, feeling up those perfect nuts while he graduated from rubbing his face against the gryphon's balls to outright licking them, but Xavier wasn't going to just sit there. He was a bird of many desires, and he had the size to take whatever he wanted from Vel. A mere thrust of his hips, and he was barrelling the drake right over, leaving him flat in the sand and overtaken in a moment. He saw nothing more than the inky darkness of the gryphon's balls while Xavier moved to smother him, pinning him beneath the weight of those positively titanic nuts, grinding them over every inch of his body until there was a deep, drake-shaped divot in the sand beneath him.

Vel could barely breathe, smothered like that, completely incapacitated by a pair of fat gryph nuts. They bounced atop him as if Xavier were dipping tea bags, lightly smacking his features and then simply grinding up and down in thorough, full-body strokes. It was something like a massage, delighting his body in the dominating touch of those short-furred balls, slathering him in the tantalizing flavour that had him outright salivating. A priest of the light shouldn't have been drooling like that, but in all his faithful years he had never experience such pleasure as that being pinned beneath a gryphon's perfect sack, little more than a cushion or a toy to bring the beast pleasure.

And he was definitely making Xavier feel good. He heard those sultry caws, those feline rumbles, along with a few simpler groans. The gryphon was enjoying himself, manifesting in the harder throbbing of his cock where it bounced above Vel's head with every movement of those muscled haunches. Xav was already making such a mess, painting down the sandy streets with his precum, shooting it out in quantities that Vel couldn't have hoped to equal with a dozen orgasms. He felt a few telltale twitches as the gryph illustriously dominated him, rubbing harder and harder, faster, knowing a big climax was approaching. Vel just hoped he was ready.

There came an interruption to the fearsome build of momentum when Xavier lifted up his rear, giving Vel a much-needed chance to breathe, leaving him gasping as he remained sprawled right where the gryph had pinned him. He didn't move, even as the the beast repositioned himself, sliding slightly forward so that he was crouching in above Vel's face, lingering for a moment to offer the drake a good look beneath his tail. Xavier's nuts partly eclipsed the sight of his rear, but those muscled haunches were just as appeal as the rest of him, and soon the drake was getting much better acquainted as the gryph took a sudden seat upon his face, and the rest of him all in one firm, lazy motion. There was nothing to do but be pinned beneath the huge bird's backside, smothered in his feline rump, getting that flexing hole rubbed against his entire body as he bathed in the heat of it all.

He couldn't help it. He was already being treated to what could have been called a humiliation, but he didn't see it that way. The gryph was sexy, and he was sharing his whole body with the drake, unafraid of some pleasure and stimulation beneath the tale, even if he was a dominant male. So it just seemed natural to start licking there as well, working his tongue as thoroughly as he could around the surface of Xavier's flexing hole, rimming around with his tiny slurps, and massaging at it with his hands when his licks alone hardly felt adequate to properly pleasure the huge beast. It might not have been much, but he heard a few gruff grunts from the half-crow's beak, and that rear only flexed harder against his face while he smothered and rubbed it on Vel, keeping him pinned beneath it for long enough the drake's head was spinning with the need for air.

Xavier wasn't going to smother him to unconsciousness, giving the drake another brief collection of moments to catch his breath when he raised his rump up off his face. Of course, huffing air like that meant he mostly caught the musk of the gryph's arousal, as that cock dripped right in his face, letting that blissful elixir that flowed from the tip run smoothly down his throat. It tasted even better than he'd hoped. He was opening his mouth wide, completely giving in to his desires as the gryph planted his dick right atop Vel's body. The drake wrapped his arms and legs around it as best he could, pressed his own comparatively diminutive shaft against its base, and let himself be the toy that got the great gryphon off, humped and rubbed on, slicked and slathered by those free-flowing fluids, fucked in the only way that was possible given the immense size difference between the two of them.

He was getting rutted, mounted and claimed as if he were a tempting gryphoness himself, and he was near to drowning before Xavier even came. Those juices were growing thicker, hotter, coating his body with each downstroke, then smeared across his every detail with each thrust. He was slathered in the scent he loved, and he got plenty on his outstretched tongue, his tiny slurps adding just that much more stimulation to the gryphon's dick. He felt it not just throbbing, but bulging by the end, the veins upon it standing up, and every detail from the engorged knot, to the gentle barbs, to the pointed tip all expanded, inflating with delight as the gryph's plump sack pulled up tight to his body, churning up an orgasm that Vel could hear coming, sloshing its way forth before it erupted in his face. And over everything else, too.

Just like that, and he was gone. Vel's entire body vanished beneath the rushing torrent of cum, as if swept away in a flash flood. He felt it all, splattering over his features, running down his throat as he worked to gulp as much of it as he could. The rest coated him and soaked him, leaving him little more than a vaguely drake-shape outline in a river of fresh cream, stark white and burbling as more and splashed atop the mess. Vel added his own cumshot to the mix, barely noticeable within it all, compelled to a peak by the feeling of the gryphon emptying his overproductive nuts all over him. He couldn't move, pinned flat by that extended orgasm, left merely to close his eyes and bask in a glimmering afterglow while he got painted white and imbued with a breeder's scent. Every crevice, every scale was smelling sweetly of Xavier's lust, marking his whole body in what felt like it might be a permanent claim. Simmering happily in the musky load, he thought perhaps he didn't mind such a thought.

Eventually, Vel had to gasp. Ecstasy couldn't sustain him forever. He coughed beneath the layers, trying to rise but unable, feeling his lungs starting to go tight from the lack of actual air. Xavier's cumshot trickled to a close, dripping a few last gobs atop the well-creamed drake, before he helpfully rescued him from that musky fate by plucking him up in the grip of his front feet, giving him a gentle shake to help clear off some of that cum. There was still plenty of it clinging to him, thickly wrapped around his body like a shiny white cocoon, but eventually he could breathe again. And then, after a long, deep slurp of the gryph's firm tongue that started between his thighs and worked all the way up to his face, he could see again as well. He sputtered and blinked away the spit, and found himself regarding the amused expression of the shameless bird.

"Well, that feels better. For both of us, I might imagine. You may not be a dragoness, but you make a very fine toy, drake."

Vel wasn't sure what to say to such a compliment other than a murmured 'thank you'. Xavier broke into what looked like a grin.

"Still so modest. Well, let's get you clean, or relatively so at least. Consider it complimentary for serving me so well." He gave a little puff of a chuckle, the heat of his breath almost making the drake flinch. "The way you devoted yourself to me, I felt almost like a god, myself. Such a talented worshipper you are."

That made Vel's cheeks warm. Even if it was meant as merely a tease, he couldn't help but feel some guilt running through his chest, conflicting with the heavenly feelings of orgasm that still lingered in his veins. Perhaps he had betrayed his faith in so boldly debasing himself with a horny beast. The devotees of the light weren't meant to be dripping with a wild animal's cum. Even if that animal happened to be intelligent and oddly charming. He didn't get too much time to think about it before his thoughts were blanked out by the sensation of the gryphon's tongue caressing along his body once more.

Caressing was perhaps too gentle a word to describe it. He was slathering the drake in licks, rubbing that smooth slurper up and down with such force it would have knocked Vel over had he been standing. He remained firmly clasped between the talons of the gryph's crow foot, kept right in place for the thorough cleaning, groomed from all angles by the hefty bird's potent tongue. Xavier made no hesitation to swallow down his own cum, gulping it with some heavy flexes of his broad throat, and his saliva was flowing to such an extent as to coat the inside of his beak in a shimmering glow. Vel couldn't help but stare into the mouth of the beast, in between each stroke of tongue. The dark void that was his gullet was pulsing, opening and closing, a sopping tunnel of such danger, and not far from his face. It was enough to make him shudder.

When he had finished the grooming about as well as he could, Xavier met Vel's eyes with a glare down his beak that was either flirty or threatening. It was certainly intense, and his words were spoken lower and firmer to match the change in demeanour.

"I must say. After a mere few licks, I only want more. There is such a pleasant flavour to you, drake. Perhaps it's the purity that makes you such a treat."

Vel tried to reply, only to get his words muffled by a sudden swish of the gryphon's tongue, leaving him sputtering, his open mouth filled with the bird's thickly-flowing saliva.

"Oh, don't try to object. A soft, helpless priest like you, all alone without his party? Something was bound to swoop down on you. Perhaps it was your faith that rewarded you with a gentle gryph rather than someone truly cruel. A less generous creature certainly wouldn't have made you cum before eating you. "

That last sentence took a few moments to fully register in Vel's senses. It was far too late to protest, or to cry to Jasper's sleeping form for help before he was getting all his words stifled by the firm plap of the gryph's tongue to his face. His squirms seemed delayed, coming long after they should have as he found himself being fed into the open mouth of the ravenous gryphon. The first line of defense was to try to chant, to call up holy power and put up a shield, or to shock the beast with a forceful evocation of divine might. Neither of those things happened, his concentration fizzling thanks to the constant smack of tongue to his entire body. His own strength was nothing compared to that of the mythical monster, palms shoving uselessly at the overwhelming tongue that became his bed. Every slurp stole a little more of him away, tucking him into the darkness as that beak softly closed around his thighs, leaving his feet wiggling as long rivers of gryph saliva ran down to his toes and tailtip.

Vel's world became one of slick, slimy noise as he got enveloped from all sides in the sweltering confines of Xavier's beak. The heat was intense, radiating upwards from his throat. His breath had a similarly enticing scent to it, something that at least made it less unpleasant to be forcefully fed into his constricting gullet. His throat flexed upon the drake like it was the coils of a snake, drowning out all other sound in favour of those slobbery gulps. Vel felt like he was descending down a waterfall for how much the gryph was drooling for him. Every nibble, every suckle and slurp was making things even wetter, soaking and bathing the drake in the gryph's hungering saliva, stealing all his flavour away while feeding him into his vaguely bulging neck.

There was a slight outline of Vel's form beneath the thick black feathers, but really, the drake was little more than a single swallow of food for the gryphon. He was a snack, an appetizer, something that was hardly even going to weigh Xavier down. Such a thought only provoked him to squirm all the more, doing nothing to decelerate the process of being devoured whole, but at least he was expressing his discontent clearly. That just seemed to titillate the ravenous bird all the more, as he let his tongue flop from his lips, slowly curling it beneath Vel's waving feet, pushing them wetly inside until he was completely sealed away with a triumphant clack. He couldn't see much in the darkness, but every other sense was active.

His head was already deep within Xavier's gullet, but the gryph paused in his consumption for a time to seemingly savour in the moment. He drew his tongue over every scale he hadn't yet swallowed, teasing and tasting, toying with the drake's softened, sensitive shaft. That made Vel flinch, his orgasm still fresh in his body, still tingling through his muscles despite how much the situation had changed. He was twitching, feeling spasms running through his legs that he couldn't control, trying his best to resist with gritted teeth how good the gryphon's licks still actually felt. It was a thorough bathing, going along with some deep sucks with all the pressure a beak could muster, lingering on longer and longer while he teetered on the slippery edge of oblivion. He was surrounded by the steady, surprisingly calm thump of the gryphon's heart, the sound of his slow breathing, and the through schlick schlick of his massaging gullet and maw alike, one gulp away from sealing him in the darkness of his gut.

Being a gryphon, there was nothing that Xavier wouldn't do without a certain flair. He could have easily finished his meal with a simple swallow, but instead he made an elaborate show of tossing his head back, pointing his beak directly at the sky, closing his eyes, and pouring all his effort into the slowest, most drawn-out gulp he could have given his prey. Vel barely even noticed he was moving at first, simply being kneaded by the muscular walls of the gryph's throat, inching forward one scale at a time until his groin crested over the back of Xavier's tongue and only his legs remained within that slick beak. He kicked a few more times, and then he vanished in a deafening slurp, the pace suddenly increasing as the gryphon tucked him away, sending him faintly bulging down his neck and into his chest, before splatting down to the sopping confines of his belly with an sloppy splash.

Xavier's gut wobbled a few times with the impact, then pulled up tighter, sensing food. The drake became a silky outline in the fur of the gryphon's panther half, firmly squeezed with every churn that worked and borbled all around Vel's helpless form. He was getting bathed in thick fluid from all the stomach activity, though it wasn't any sort of digestive acid yet. Instead, it was just cum, mostly the gryphon's own, but there was another flavour mixed in for the discerning connoisseur. Such details were far from the drake's consciousness at the moment, as he instead focused on shoving and kicking as much he could, giving some panicked 'mmfs!' as he fought to think clearly of a plan. Surely this couldn't be the end of his adventures, stuffed down into the slimy depths of a gryphon's belly, melted away as like any other meal.

He thought to perhaps evoke a miracle, to pray for salvation and be saved from the cruel beast's gut, but that was the kind of thing he had to do out loud. No matter how much he tried to shout to his god, the gryph's belly smothered out any attempts at forming coherent words. Muttering out prayer while muffled in the stomach walls of an animal just seemed blasphemous. But it was getting hotter in there by the moment, all the heat intensifying as the air grew thinner and his head began to spin. He knew he was in danger of blacking out, and he wouldn't wake up again if so, judging by the constant kneading of those oozing walls. Things were growing juicier, slimier, and he swore he felt a tingle. His scales weren't going to protect him when faced with the gluttonous appetite of a gryphon.

Things were only getting more dire when he felt that sudden flexing, pulling even tighter around his body until he was helplessly constricted into a ball-like shape, unable to even properly kick. The reason for all that extra pressure rumbled upwards through Xavier's body, erupting outwards as a swift, firm belch of all the air Vel's presence displaced. He licked smoothly over his beak, sitting back onto his haunches as he reached a taloned foot down to stroke at his new bulge. He toyed with the drake's body, poking and prodding at his details, relishing in the squirms his teasing produced, while an amused smirk spread across his beak. When he spoke, he leaned down extra close to his gut, giving barely more than a whisper.

"Now, now. Try not to make too much noise. Jasper needs her rest, and I promised her that her party was surely safe without her." He paused to take a long lick over his beak, the slick sound echoing all the way down his throat to where Vel gurgled. "Mmm. I'm surprised she never ate you herself, for how tasty you are. You may be small, but you were, assuredly, a treat. Like a warm, creamy dessert. Exquisite, truly."

He didn't even sound like he was mocking his prey, but instead speaking as if he thought it a genuine compliment to comment on how much he'd enjoyed eating Vel. The cleric was clearly doomed, already probably subject to some sort of digestive progress, though he was far too numbed out and dazed to really noticed. Maybe that was a mercy Xavier was granting him, keeping his mind too dull to notice any pain, or maybe he was just fading faster than he thought. All the wisdom in the world wasn't going to do him any good while he was trapped in the glorping, bubbling confines of a gryphon's stomach. Enduring in such an inhospitable environment was a task meant for a strong constitution, something a priest like him distinctly lacked.

At least it was no worse than slipping into a particularly deep slumber. He felt the gryphon settling down, going so far as to cuddle right back up with the sleeping dragoness, snuggling so close he had his belly full of drake pressed right up against her side. Vel would be gone by the time she awoke from her nap, little more than a contribution to Xavier's impressive, sleek bulk, vanishing in the clenching, churning darkness as the heat began to overwhelm him. He was no longer kicking, no longer even squirming, instead following the gryph's sigh with one of his own, settling and slumping, slipping off towards a twitchy unconsciousness that felt like falling into a dream. It didn't hurt, it didn't even tingle, instead overtaking him with complete and utter numbness and nothingness. There was no more to worry about, no more struggling that would do him any good. He'd been caught and claimed, gobbled up to be digested by a hungry gryphon, and his party was just going to have to deal with the rest of the adventure without him. What remained of them, anyway.

Chapter IV

Keedee didn't see it as there only being three of them left, so much as it was just a matter of them all splitting up for a while. She didn't question whether it was smart of the others to go off on their own like that. They probably knew better than she did how this whole adventuring thing worked. And besides, on the journey there, they'd already been through enough to test them and put them in all sorts of danger, and none of it ever actually turned out badly for any of them. It was pretty easy to assume nothing could go wrong for a party like them, even if her bard skills were only useful sometimes!

Of course, the fewer of them there were, the fewer sets of eyes there were to watch for hazards and traps. Wasn't that supposed to be Mahiri's job? Where was that damn cat? If he wasn't off doing whatever it was he did, she never would have stepped on the hidden trapdoor as they passed through the husk of what might have once been a bakery. It flipped horizontal, sending her plummeting, and then closed right back up behind her, muffling her alarmed cackles as she descended into the unknown depths below, leaving Xyria and Terry all by themselves and entirely without the aid of her abilities. She was giggling all the way down, but not in the amused sort of way.

The pit slowly angled itself to become a slide, and when it spat her out, she went tumbling across a whole assortment of decorative pillows strewn there in a pile, leaving her flopping and sputtering as she collapsed in a heap on the floor of some torchlit dungeon. She didn't seem injured, or at least it hadn't set in yet, mostly just dazed as she rose from the floor, staggering and disoriented, her glimmering surroundings a blur before her eyes until she steadied herself. A swish of her tail as she dusted herself off, and she was inspecting her surroundings, doing her best to scan for further traps that might have made her day even worse. Rather than spot any sort of mechanical danger, she instead found herself laying eyes upon a generously robust figure lazily slumped in something like an elaborate golden throne.

There was one thing that bards like her were good at over any other adventurer, and that was identifying the creatures and objects that they faced. The party sometimes called her a loremaster, just for her uncanny ability to soak up all sorts of knowledge, just in case it might someday come in handy. Such a talent meant that she almost immediately recognized the lazing dungeon dweller as a zangoose, despite never having glimpsed such an exotic sight with her own eyes. He was a particularly portly example of one, his heft and bulk making him look at the same time intimidating as he was soft and squishy, both beefy and pillowy. He was idly stroking at his big, padded gut, squeezing into its jiggly heft, before turning and looking in her direction at his leisure.

"Aha. It looks like you've fallen into my trap." His voice was relaxed, and a bit flirty, leaving the hyena feeling like he was speaking right into her ear despite the distance between them. "I didn't know such a thing was there, but much more fun if we assume this was my plan all along."

She wasn't sure what to make of him, standing there, squinting in his direction while she tried to figure him out. Such an extended stare gave her more than an eyeful, especially considering he was completely naked, and seemingly already partly aroused. His cock matched the rest of him, being plump and thick, lewdly pulsing there semi-hard atop a set of nuts as thick as her fists. That, along with his luxuriously nonchalant expression had her feeling a few tingles of lust. She'd always been excitable, but this was more than just that. A mere few looks and she was already imagining herself wrapped up and squeezed against his cushy form. Or maybe pinned beneath it.

He slowly rose to his feet, patting his fat gut a few times. She watched it wobble as he kneaded it with apparent admiration.

"There used to be someone who thought he was pretty badass, sitting around down here. Took care of him, though. Deposed and disposed, you might say. Guess that makes me the boss now. Or maybe the king. Kingoose, if you will."

She bit her lip, both wanting to tease as well as remaining inarguably interested. He was so much bigger than her, and definitely much heavier, but she held her ground as he approached, slowly swishing her tail while she felt herself growing wetter with each passing moment her gaze remained fixated on his juicy shape, especially on the swirly markings upon his belly. Something about that was just mesmerizing.

"Sure, I will! You don't seem that monstrous, for all the rumours that circulate about this place."

He smirked. "And you seem like a good first subject for my new kingdom. Do you get a name, or should I just call you slut?"

"Hey!" she protested. "I haven't even done anything slutty yet, you don't know if I am!"

When he stepped even closer, she didn't bother to stop him, even when he set to touching and groping at her slim frame from top to bottom. He wasn't exactly subtle about it. His every squeeze was like that of someone sizing up a slab of meat, pressing deep with his fingertips as he felt up her modest curves. She might have called it a full body massage, but it was hardly jealous, feeling her up for his own pleasure, working from her shoulders down to her breasts, and then her backside, clutching at those cheeks so tightly she found herself lifted slightly off her feet. It was all enough to get her snickering, letting out a nervously horny chuckle of hyena sound, especially once she felt that odd tingle working through her system.

She immediately identified it as magic, though what sort, she wasn't exactly sure. It wasn't hostile, nor was it something she'd ever dealt with before. Her body felt different, heavier, weightier. It wasn't just an illusion. She was growing plumper thanks to whatever spell he'd cast on her, packing on some extra padding around her hips, her thighs, her butt, as well as her chest. Where usually she was a lean and nimble creature fit for dancing as well as avoiding deadly blows, she was soon encumbered by her own bustiness, all but inflating, like she might just float away. The sound of shedding clothing accompanied her rapid enhancement, until she was left shuddering in pleasure as he plucked away the tatters that used to be her outfit. Despite all the extra cushion on her body, she remained as sensitive to the touch as ever, maybe even more so, every greedy squeeze from the kingoose was making it hard to keep from moaning.

Soon, she was serenading him with an assortment of huffy moans, mixed in with the usual hyena lunacy anyway. She closed her eyes he kneaded her newly fattened ass, pulling her closer until she was scooshed right up against his gut. Which happened to be exactly where she wanted to be, leaving her pressing even tighter to his softness, squishing into his plump middle while he played with her thickened assets.

"Now, does a non-slut moan like that when her new king is touching her all over?" he teased.

"Hmph!" Her breath was shaky, but she remained playfully defiant, even giving a feeble shove at his firm chest. "Well, maybe! What does being your subject consist of, anyway?"

"Why don't you get on your knees, and we'll see if you're worthy." He didn't phrase it like a question, and he was already pushing down atop her head to force her into such a position whether she agreed to it or not. She didn't resist.

That had her in such a position that his fat nuts were right in front of her face. She found her newly fattened ass to be pretty comfortable for kneeling, planting it atop the back of her calves and getting while she breathed hot air on the zangoose's balls. He wasn't one for patience, evidenced by the shove he gave her, directing her muzzle right between those plump globes and smothering her in his sack. She seized the opportunity to take a long, elaborate sniff of his crotch, filling her lungs with a suitably kingly musk that got her swiftly wet. Just like that, and she was soaking, from mildly intrigued to fiercely horny all in the span of one deep huff.

He wasn't about to just laze and be worshipped, either. His hand was still on the back of her head, locked into her hair, shoving at her as he used her face for a rag, swiping up sweat and scent alike. It got warm down there, with all those torches burning, putting off a smoky aroma that mixed with his own, ensuring her mind was swimming with intoxicating heat. She was nearly drooling after just a few extended huffs, and that was before she even properly tasted him. It only felt natural to flop out her sloppy tongue, dripping with 'yena spit to make for some well-lubricated strokes up and down his balls. She savoured every single one, dragging up and down as slowly as she could go, as if she never wanted each lick to end. Her reward was his cock flopping down atop her head, smacking between her ears before starting to firm up even more, sending pre trickling down into her hair, leaving a kingly, possessive mark of musk upon her.

The first licks, as indulgent as they were, seemed modest compared to the sloppy slathering she soon launched into. She closed her eyes and focused entirely on the other sensations flooding her senses, whipping her muzzle up and down, making his nuts and cock bounce along with the force of her slurps. When he was mostly firm, she pressed her lips to the base of his dick and got to smooching, working her way slowly upwards until she was kissing at the tip. He was warmly grunting all the while, showing his appreciation, but not too much appreciation. His pulsing approval was enough for her, telling her she was at least meeting expectations. Everything else melted away while she licked the head of his cock, sucking down his flavour, thinking of nothing else but serving her new king, because he told her to. Every moment was its own reward.

"Hmmf. Good tongue on you. Let's see if you can swallow."

As before, he wasn't asking. One hand went under her chin, keeping her face pointed forward, fingers pressing into her lips to pull her jaw open. The other was on his cock, rubbing it over her face as if painting her, dragging smears of pre along her features to get her fur nice and matted down with the clinging warmth. Getting her to open up required a bit of cooperation on her part, which she was more than happy to give. As soon as she opened up for him, he was jamming his fat dick into her throat, shoving forth with hardly a care. She might have been a fairly innocent looking hyena, but the toughness of her species was always there, ensuring she could gulp his cock down with hardly so much as flinching. He had her by the skull, clutching tight as he lorded over her, arching his back and giving a deep sigh as he started to fuck her face. A few good slaps of his balls to her lower lip and she was already drooling down several long, steamy strands of pre and spit, making a mess of her plumped up tits, marking down her fur with a dark mark that only got her more aroused the longer he made use of her.

Her eyes watered slightly as she glurked and glorked around his thick shaft, letting it bulge out her throat. Leaning forward for him, she gave him the best angle possible to shove in to the base, thumping and rocking back and forth while he went to town on her muzzle. He didn't so much have a pace as he was just wildly, recklessly using her, keeping a steady sloppy shclick of slick, slobbery grinding going to accompany the constant thud of his balls to her face. She made the occasional groan as she got overwhelmed by his lusty thumps, but she was still suckling and gulping down his pre all the while, doing her best to serve even if he hardly needed the help. His grip was getting tighter, keeping her from moving much at all, and she felt his sack giving some pumping clenches as he rubbed his nuts against her face.

There was no need to do much more than be his receptacle, her whole body jiggling wildly as he pounded her throat. She ran her hands up and down his thighs, squeezed at his hips, admiring his heft while he claimed her, until she felt a particularly rough thrust bury his entire length in his muzzle, bulging out her throat with the throbbing zangoose meat spurting into her insides. At first it was just particularly viscous pre, but it only got thicker once he bucked and twitched his way to climax, the head of his dick flexing in her throat in those peaking moments. Then he was grunting out and filling up her belly, shooting his load straight down her gullet, forcing her to gulp hard and fast to keep it all from welling up. There really was no working her throat fast enough, leaving that cream splatting out from her lips, soaking over his crotch and belly, streaming down her thighs, painting her juicy cleavage. And even for all that mess, she was still guzzling enough to make her belly feel taut, bloating up to a pleasantly rounded shape that paired well with the voluptuousness of the rest of her curvy body.

When he finally let her go, giving her a little shove, she flopped over with a schlurrrk of pulling off his cock. Cum soared in all directions, some of it cascading down on her as he finished his cumshot on her tits, spraying the last few ropes over her sprawled form while she panted and coughed a little. She wasn't as worse for wear as she could have been, but she was certainly exhausted. It took some time to catch her breath, leaving her marinating and soaking in his scent, sweating right along with him, staring at the distant ceiling. Where even was she anymore? Whenever she tried to mentally retrace her steps back to the beginning of this whole encounter, his mind skipped a beat, lost its rhythm, leaving her blankly drooling, her tongue hanging right down the side of her jaws and plastered against one of her cum-streaked cheeks as she panted.

He was upon her in a moment, getting down and putting his palms right on her belly as it sloshed with the load he'd given her. It might have counted as a massage, but she couldn't help but giggle as he played with her wobbling gut. He even got down to lick it, dragging his tongue from her middle and up to her breasts. They felt more sensitive than usual, or maybe that was just because he was outright pinching at her. He took one lusciously enhanced tit between his lips and gave a few suckles, leaving her squirming. Everything he did hardly felt like it was for her, instead treating her like a toy, something he could play with and use however he liked. When he was done teasing her, he leaned in to wetly peck her on the cheek, and speak into one of her raised ears.

"You look good with a belly. I'm sure you'd look even better knocked up by your king."

She didn't get a chance to properly process that statement before he was seizing her by her softened thighs, folding her in half with her feet stuck straight up in the air. The best she could do was wriggle a little as he mounted her, getting between her legs, pressing gut to gut, squishing a little cum into her throat, just enough she could taste it. His cock prodding at her folds felt like it wasn't even going to fit, thanks to just how broad it was, but he was putting on enough pressure to spread her right out. It wasn't quite a scream that escaped her, more of a startled whoop, one that couldn't quite drown out the juicy pop of his cockhead shoving into her slick pussy, leaving her feeling stuffed and filled while he delved inside of her one inch at a time.

He wasn't even fully inside her before she was squirting for him. It wasn't arousal, it wasn't her getting wetter, but a complete, all-consuming climax that had her gushing all over his groin, soaking down her balls in her juicy spurt while he sunk into her soaking depths. She was overflowing with her own fluids, a heavy trickle squelching out around his dick while he smothered her in his heated bulk, pinning her arms flat and pushing against her womb while she hit her first of many peaks. Her body was an enduring one, already full of lust moments after gushing out her first orgasm, tingling all over as she wiggled in his grasp. He wasn't entirely overpowering her, but certainly holding her down, burying himself as deeply as he could before bothering to fuck her. His first strokes were just a sample, slowly sliding in and out of her slit while she continued her sultry oozing, vibrating all over with the foolishly horny laughter that matched her dazed and drooling expression. Her eyes were open but barely seeing, and she was only going to grow more mindless when he got going.

The squelching, sucking sound of a wet dick shoving in and out of a sodden pussy was soon the most overpowering noise in the room. It went along with the thump of his balls to her body, and the huffs and grunts he gave while he enjoyed the sensation of her squeezing on his cock like that. Squirting for him only seemed to make her needier, bucking and squeezing her thighs around her hips with almost crushing strength. Such a sweet little thing shouldn't have had such power to her, but when she needed to get fucked, she was a different beast entirely. He was happy to oblige her desires, given how well they fit with his own, raising his round ass up and starting to really thud her, spanking her with his sack while he plunge into her pussy with drilling force, splashing them both in the fresh fluids of their courtship.

She was so deeply soaking wet, there was no doubt she was fertile. He was pushing near her womb without actually penetrating it, letting all his spurting pre flow into her twitching depths. With the potency of a king, he'd probably already knocked her up, but that wasn't going to stop him from properly filling her. She was fully his, spread out for him, pinned and flattened by his sizable weight, taking every stroke, every thrust he gave her with a gracious grin. Or at least that was what the expression on her face probably was, frozen in a silly smile, pleasured dumb as her insides contracted around his member. He knew she was close by the way she squeezed him, going tighter and tighter with every stroke between her thighs. There was no sense holding back, not when she was that close, and so he doubled up the force and roughness, going from a steady thump to a reckless, relentless pounding of her pussy, shoving in and out in smooth, sloppy slams that sent her fluids soaring right across the room.

His cock filled out with his load to the point it was bulging, stretching her further while he planted his tip right against her cervix. That ensured when he finally shot that hot load of zangoose seed within her, overflowing her taut womb in seconds. Soon her sex was a fountain of thick white cum, a pool for him to splash in while he pumped in and out a few more times. She was squirting hard again, arching her back with the force erupting from her, spraying some of his cream right back onto his own fur while he emptied his nuts between her fattened, spotty thighs. Her belly was growing even bigger, rounding out to a nice pregnant bloat, wobbling as he stretched her, cushioning her fat tits atop its sloshing shape. When she was completely overflowing, he pulled from her with a deliciously messy spatter of seed, jizzing on her gut and cleavage, spurting the last of his virile load directly into her open mouth. His questionable aim meant only some of it actually hit his mark, the rest soaking over her face, giving her a hot mask of his musky mess that she was far too drained to wipe off, even when he let her go.

He loomed there a while, admiring how thoroughly he had ruined her. She was a cute adventurer when she flopped down into his domain, and now she was a cum-soaked, drooling slut with big fat tits and an impractically plump ass meant only to please her new king. There was really only one thing to do with such a delightfully broken, cum-stuffed, reverent subject like her, and that was to sit on her. It wasn't like she was going to be crawling away from him, not in that kind of wrecked state, which left her perfectly vulnerable while he moved over top of her, giving her a nice good look at his round backside coming downwards before he completely enveloped her muzzle between his soft cheeks, burying her and getting comfy on his newly knocked-up throne.

Even in her thoroughly shaken condition, she knew what to do. There was really no resisting a great big rump planted on her face, warm the sweat worked up in the process of breeding her. She got her tongue working over his rim in no time, the rest of her body largely dormant, barely able to give more than a few good twitches here and there, but she kept her tongue working overtime. Deliciously thorough with her slurps, she made sure to swipe over every single detail of his firm backside, getting a good faceful of heated king while he smothered down on her hard. Grinding back and forth was fun, though he eventually bored of such a thing, instead lazily settling back to recline upon her, tending to his claws while she serviced him with slick and sloppy slurps.

Such was the extent of his disregard for his servant, he didn't even bother to lighten the weight upon her face when the pressure made her start to slip inside his rear. She was spreading him out with her muzzle, her tongue shoving into his depths whether she wanted it to or not. To her credit, it didn't seem to phase her either, her worship continuing on, eating him out with great, curled drags of her tongue, plunging back and forth, pleasuring him enough to make his cock flop down, solid and firming once more. He grunted and shifted himself, not to lighten the load on her face, but rather to press down even firmer, until his asscheeks were flat against the comparatively cool floor, her entire head enveloped and locked down in his clenching ass as he milked the pre out of his cock with every squeeze he made on her features.

"Hm. Let's see how far you get," he dismissively muttered. Any deeper, and he might have been eating her, but he hadn't committed to that decision yet.

Another squish downwards and he was onto her shoulders. They weren't exactly wide, given her overall slime, but padded frame, so he didn't really have to push much to pop them inside his ass. He wasn't bothering to really shove her inside, rather just letting gravity and his own contractions of pleasure feed her inside his bulky body. Her face vanished in his depths, the rest of her inching inside, until her tits were getting squished by those constant squeezes, their soft curves needing some good kneading to fit between his cheeks and past his rim, but he managed well enough. Eventually, he pushed through his own indulgence lethargy to at least be a little more active. All that actually meant was he was starting to stroke himself off, jerking at his cock while he savoured in the feeling of the hyena's surprisingly silky fur massaging over his prostate.

That was all just making him clench down tighter as he got more worked up. From lazily sitting, he began rocking, fucking his own grip while pre squeezed out between his fingers. The motions of his hips had her getting schlurped up his ass all the faster, getting dragged along the floor between his thighs while her plumped gut got squished by the intense contractions. She was leaking his cum right inside of him, coughing it up and letting it pour from her pussy, smearing his thighs while she vanished with increasing speed. Her busty body was starting to make for a sizable bulge in his belly, and he got his free hand working on the shape of her squirming form while she got packed away into his bowels.

It was hard to tell what she thought of it all. And it didn't matter much. She was doing plenty of wriggling, but that was ambiguous. Maybe she couldn't stop moving because it felt so good to get devoured by the backside of her new king, or maybe because she was struggling to escape. She definitely wasn't getting away. He'd made his decision, mostly because he'd waffled on it long enough that the choice was out of his hands by then. Even so, he was committed, and leaning forward, he got on his his hands and knees, thick rear raised, squeezing hard on her own rear as it popped it inside him like a knot. The rest was simple, kneading his way down those spotty thighs and calves, until all that remained outside of him was a pair of flexing, wiggling 'yena toes sticking out under his tail. One more flex, and away they went, sealed away behind his tightening hole.

He heard a few good mmfs from her beneath his pudge, especially when he poked and prodded at the outlined shape of her face, and then her breasts. That felt good enough for him that he didn't even have to stroke at his cock to keep himself throbbing, every pulsing squeeze and clench he made around her extra-curvy body getting him off all the better. He slowly dragged himself back to his throne, and effort he almost couldn't be bothered to make given how weighty he was with a belly full of prey, his gut jiggling and swaying with his every step before he plopped his ass down and reclined as he began. That was a good position for massaging his belly, helping Kee settle in, gurgling and churning wildly. Seemed she'd made her way to his stomach after a nice long ride in reverse through his digestive system, her palms pressed tightly on the walls around her, uselessly shoving them away as they robbed her of all her personal space with every digestive churn.

There was no doubt any longer whether she was into the whole thing anymore. She was kicking, struggling desperately, and getting utterly subdued by his gut regardless. He hadn't fully intended to actually digest her after shoving her up his rear, but it felt too good to stop. That lingering grind all over his pleasure button she gave him on the way in had him in a state of breathless lust, as nonchalant as he was trying to seem. Appearances were important, even if the only observer was well on her way to becoming zangoose fat. He did nothing to hold his digestive system back. As cute as she'd been, especially once magically enhanced to fit his tastes in partners better, she felt even better all bathed in acids, starting to really sizzle and burn away at rapid speed, getting converted into a nice belly-stuffing sludge for him to start absorbing while the swirls on his stomach started to glow.

It wasn't just her body he was claiming. There was power in her, however small and undisciplined it might have been, magical energy that was worth harvesting as he padded his gut and the rest of his body with everything he took from her. She was enhancing him, thickening him, making him rounded and softer all over while she grew slushy and sunk down towards the bottom of his hotly bubbling belly. More than just making him fatter, she was making him stronger as her kicking battle with his churns grew softer and slower. He could feel the stolen energy swirling through his system, and he put it right to the most practical of uses, adding some extra girth to his cock, rounding out his nuts to a heavier state while they clenched and faintly glowed with the enchanted orgasm simmering inside them.

There was no sort of miraculous turn of fate that could have saved her any more. She was at a fraction of her usual modest strength, her partly-digested state adding all sorts of difficulties to her escape attempts. Her body was breaking down, nice and soft but still mostly solid inside of him, hovering as close to zero as she could get without quite hitting it yet, left at his mercy while he considered just how to finish her. His kneading palms worked into her malleable curves while she added to him little by little, every squeeze changing the shape of her as if he was modelling with clay. Finally, he stretched his hands above his head, jutting out his gut and dripping cock alike, and let his stomach claim her with a massive, body-crushing clench, mashing all that digesting bard into a thick goop, draining back down into his intestines for further processing. That was it for her, and every noisy glorp meant a little more of her was getting used up to enhance him, pushing all his abilities to the next level while her diminishing form got destroyed.

She wasn't completely gone just yet. Her body was mulch, demolished and in the process of absorbing into his fattening system, long since reduced to zero and impossible to heal. But she was more than just meat. There was that other energy, that more eternal sort, lingering there inside him instead of fluttering off to wherever it was that souls went. His gut was glowing from the inside with that light blue soul-yena floating there, still stuck in his digestives, soaking in her own former self as her struggles renewed. She probably didn't fully realize the gravity of the situation, simply struggling because she could, doing nothing to affect the kingoose himself. He remained clutching at his gut, kneading at her immortal soul while he lazily considered what he might do with it out loud.

"Hmmm. Suppose I could bring you back for more fun. Probably strong enough for that now, thanks to you." He let the thought roll through his head a while, scritching his chin. "But on the other hand, would I cum harder if I digested your soul into fat too? Probably. I think that's what's important here."

He leaned back, giving a good slosh, and spanked at the glimmering outline of her ass.

"Guess that settles it. Let's grind you down to goo."

It was just as before, those glorps and grumbles taking her from all sides. This time the process was much quicker, pulling apart the semi-solid soul within him, converting it to wisps of of energy that he swiftly absorbed, those ghostly shreds vanishing as he sucked them into his gut. His markings were glowing brightly, illuminating the darkness as he soaked up all the essence from her he possibly could. The rest, it was just a thick, faintly blue goop at the bottom of his gut, melting down and irrevocably destroyed as it got pushed down to join the rest of her in his intestines. There was no saving her, no restoring her, after that, with not even the most experienced of priests able to resurrect someone who simply didn't exist anymore. All the while, the fat zangoose was jerking his cock in his throne, savouring her last moments before a muffled cry faded into a distorted, ghostly gasp, and then silence. There was only the noisy sound of his stomach working hard, and the schlicking of his cock before he finally tossed his head and went off.

This cumshot was definitely a few levels about his former virility, and he owned it all to her for that. Not that he owed her anything, aside from his own selfish pleasure, one hand squeezing hard at his cock, the other rubbing at his glowing tum while he erupted. That throne room, formally of the big dungeon boss of the area, truly belonged to him now, thanks to his redecorating. He came all over the walls, the floor, and everything else his blasting load could reach. That thick cream was made thicker by the bard's digested soul, all her magical power stolen away and devoted to making his nuts work harder, churning up a room-plastering load that dripped from the ceiling by the time he was done. When the last trickled down, he sighed and slumped back, giving his gut another pat while the glow faded from it, his prey fully assimilated into his body.

Whether he would call it defeating her, or simply helping her find her place, the result was the same. She was all his now, part of that plush fat for good, giving some extra jiggle to his ass and gut alike when he rose. His body was done with her, looting everything he could get, so to speak. The only thing left to do was to take a trip to the other sort of throne room, and have a seat on the expansive privy that awaited there. It led down to a deep, dark pit, one with no apparent end, but that was hardly his concern. He nestled in, made sure he was comfy, and finally just started to squeeze, taking a great big royal dump, shitting out what used to be Keedee the bard into the depths below. There was a faint glow to the heavy pieces of former hyena that he was squeezing out, that gentle blue light vanishing into the darkness while he disposed of her.

It tickled a little. Maybe it even felt good. He'd turned an entire adventurer into permanent pudge and waste, and all he could think about was the way she stimulated him on the way out. His cock gave a twitch, but he left it at that for now, instead sighing as he let the crude sensation tingle all through the process of getting rid of her. There were a few bones left, softened and crunchy as they squeezed from his backside, but other than a little extra pushing, those gave him no trouble. That included her once toothy skull, mostly harmless after a trip in and out of the kingoose's body, plummeting down to join the rest far, far below, buried in the darkest reaches of the dungeon while the king rose from his throne to return to his royal business. Which was to say, lazing about, and perhaps looking for someone else to eat. She might have been small and relatively weak, but she was still an experienced adventurer, and all that experienced had amounted to nothing but making her a more satisfying meal for a greedy 'goose, her magic flowing through his veins, his head full of new ideas of how to lure in stronger prey. He was going to get even thicker, and more powerful, with every single conquest, and she was going to be just one among many more to melt for their king.

Chapter V

A party of two was hardly the cohesive adventuring unit they usually were. There was only the warlock and the monk, the dragoness and the lion, pacing together slowly as they awaited Mira and Vel's return. It wouldn't have been wise to go on too far without them, even if they had only just arrived in the city. They had yet to actually encounter any trouble, but after waiting long enough they had to wonder what was taking the pantheress and drake so long. There was no need to go back and look for them though - after swiping through the shifting sands for a while, Terry's keen feline eyes finally spotted Mira at a distance. She was waving to them, enthusiastically gesturing for them to follow before she vanished through a distant doorway.

The lion moved to follow right away, though the dragoness stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

"Do you really think that's her? I imagine the real Mira wouldn't be so aloof in a dangerous place like this."

Terry didn't quite chuckle but his tone was lighter than usual at least. "You do not yet know her well, then. But regardless, if that is only the illusion of her, then someone has seen enough of her to create such an illusion. Which would mean she requires our assistance."

"Fair enough. I can't get over the feeling that this is a trap, though." She squinted into the dusty distance. "I feel magic. More than usual. It's everywhere, all around us. This whole city might be an illusion, for all we know."

Terry nodded, seemingly unaffected by such a consideration. There weren't many situations he couldn't punch his way out of, when he was as thick and well-trained as he was, and he had the backing of a mysteriously powerful warlock for anything that might have arisen. They backtracked on in silence, keeping quiet lest any danger raise its head. It was difficult to tell when everything was in a state of extreme disrepair and decay, but nothing was looking familiar to them. Neither of them commented on that, but it was more like they had gone off in a whole new direction rather than retracing their steps. Even the party's footprints had vanished, blown away and smoothed over by the drifting grains.

When they reached the door where the pantheress had stood, they were confronted with darkness. It was unnatural, even as the sun fell to the horizon behind them. Shadows were blocking the way, darker than the deepest of nights, and the only way to rescue their errant party member was to brave the blackened door. Terry went first, refusing to even discuss such a thing, pushing forth with his fists tensed but at his sides as he was enshrouded in the shadows beyond. Xyria had a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach, surrounded by magical energies she couldn't immediately identify, knowing there must have been a being of great power beyond that doorway but left entirely uncertain of what she was going to encounter. There was an ethereal song emanating from the shroud before her, and its gently droning nature might have sounded pleasant, but only served to put her more on edge. Something was beckoning to her.

She didn't even know the party that well. She could have turned and made the return journey by herself, without much guilt. Of course, she would have been left forever wondering what was beyond the curtain, what sort of power she had missed out on experiencing, or perhaps acquiring herself. Plus, of course, she wasn't especially keen on them all dying when she could have done something to prevent that. It wasn't that she didn't care for them, she just couldn't help wondering if this was all going to prove a huge mistake. At least there was nothing playing with her will - she felt the freedom to make the choice all on her own, each step forward or back hers to decide. Whatever lurked there wasn't trying to control her mind, simply extending an unspoken invitation. Once she'd concluded that, she felt more decisive, moving to suck in her chest and step forth, her vision growing briefly useless as the dark overtook her, until she reemerged on the other side within an expansive hall of mirrors.

Her own reflection looked back at her a hundred times over, from every angle. Wherever she turned, there was only glass, with no sign of either of the felines who had gone in there before her. She couldn't hear anything beyond her own footsteps, echoing through the seemingly infinite halls of glass. It was bigger in there than it appeared from the outside, leaving her wandering deeper and deeper with no hint of any end. Aside from the sense of duty that was protecting her endangered party, there came too a compelling urge to keep going, inspired by the sweet scents of burning incense and candles in the distance, slightly closer with each step. Something sexy that way dwelt, her thoughts turning slowly away from concern and into lust, despite the precarious circumstances. She felt her own desires growing. Especially as she thought of that finely-curved pantheress she'd been travelling with, and secretly lusting after for some time.

Such was her unfocused state, she didn't even find it startling when a voice began speaking from nowhere, sounding as if pressed right up beside her, but she couldn't sense a presence. There were only the words, honeyed and soft, sweetly trickling into her head from the mouth of some unseen seductress.

"You are different from the others. You have power in you. As a dragoness should," the voice cooed, her words spoken with a tone of admiration that gave Xyria a spark of pride.

When she whirled, there were glimpses of her. Another dragoness like herself stood behind the mirrors, her jade-scaled form reflected a hundred times all around her. She was bigger than the warlock, heftier, softer. The long robe she wore hugged at her plush body tightly, outlining matronly curves that held the attention of Xyria's eyes. Such was her staring, she didn't immediately look at her face and recognize her. Any ambitious practitioner of the magical arts knew her as Miranda of the Many Mirrors for her mastery of illusions. She was one of the first, and perhaps one of the most powerful of enchanters and invokers, sometimes thought little more than a legend, a bedtime story to inspire apprentices to study harder, lest they someday equal her mystical level of skill. Yet there she was, and with the aura of power Xyria could feel wafting all around her, she had little doubt it was really her.

"I might have something to offer you. But I will need something in return," Miranda told her from behind the glass. If the mirrors were even truly there.

Xyria held her ground, at the same time bracing herself, full of suspicion yet intrigued all at once. If she truly was speaking with Miranda, then she had best consider any sort of offer.

"And what would that be?"

Miranda glanced to one side, her gaze impossible to follow when he reflections were looking in every direction at once.

"Your friends are ahead. The cats have found each other, and are safe. Looking at them now, it is a difficult decision, but I've come to a conclusion. I want that lion. Give him to me, no questions asked, and you will share a taste of my power."

"Give him?" She tilted her head to the side. "What does that entail? What do you want him for?"

"No questions, as I said. There are many paths ahead of you. Convince him to descend the stairs with you. Create a reason. Do this, and I will consider my offer accepted."

"Hm."

The warlock kept walking, eventually finding a path through the mirrors. Miranda's many reflections followed her, watching her go. Xyria eventually emerged in what might have counted as a room, though it was as surrounded by mirrors as ever. Closer inspection revealed some of them had doorknobs, presumably openable to continue on, while to one side, there was an open, spiralling staircase leading down into the unknown. It was shrouded like the entrance, hardly offering a single hint of what might have been waiting down there. Miranda vanished from the mirrors just in time for Xyria to lay eyes upon what remained of her party, the two felines considering the room before them.

There was nothing off about Mira, nothing that spoke of any illusions or deception. She was her plump, juicy self as ever. It wasn't the first time the dragoness had noticed just how soft that black cat looked, but she was finding herself noticing it again in that very moment. A little more power, and she could do anything to that soft feline she liked ... and the price was simply one lion. Terry had been a noble companion in the journeys, a brave and powerful warrior who wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty. But they hadn't spoken much. It was hardly even a matter of betraying a friend, in their short time together. Besides, what could the enchantress possibly want with him? A seductive arcane expert like her, surely whatever she desired would be something the monk-like lion could enjoy.

She cleared her throat, causing the felines to whirl around in alarm. They relaxed when they saw her.

"Oh, Xyria!" Mira exclaimed. "We didn't hear you, somehow. There was some sort of sound, almost like a voice ... I couldn't quite make it out, but I guess I got caught up in listening."

"It's probably for the best that we couldn't understand," Terry said flatly. "There is magic in this place. Deception comes at every turn. The wrong choice of paths forward, and we might well fall into a trap."

Xyria was silent for a time, looking back and forth between the two cats, but especially to Mira. She eyed her up and down, feeling her cock twitching, her balls lightly clenching. Even her mouth was growing wet, salivating with the lusty thoughts of all the uses she'd have for such a sultry pantheress. From tentative, her expression grew more devious, though she did her best to hide such a thing. They were surely suspecting some manner of deception, so she was going to have to sound as convincing as she could.

"Don't worry about it. I've dealt with this kind of illusion before," she assured them. "The doors are fake. Don't open them. The only proper way forward is the stairs."

"The stairs? But won't that take us deeper into this maze?" Mira wondered.

"Trust me. That's what we're supposed to think," Xyria answered.

Terry simply nodded. "You would know better than us. Let me lead the way, just in case."

That put a wicked smirk on Xyria's face. She didn't even have to convince him. His noble nature meant that he was more than willing to throw himself into danger for the sake of the party. What remained of them anyway. Xyria could already feel her power growing, as the lion walked towards the shadowed staircase, perhaps absorbing some of the ambient energy of her surroundings. With that new power, she could feel a connection to all those around her, sensing them even from afar. She could tell that Jasper was still alive and well, if somewhat drained and diminished at the moment, taking in her aura from several ruined blocks away. The other missing three - they were quiet. Traces of them remained, their mark upon the world, but they were fading and muted. Something bad had happened to them, it seemed. It was too late to be concerned about them.

She was too fixated on her prize to feel much worry for the others. Guilt was a thing of the past. Terry began descended into the thick blackness that surrounded the stairs, and Mira moved to join him, with Xyria pacing behind. Once the thick wall of shadows parted, they found themselves instead in a warmly-lit, sweet-smelling bedroom. The rounded ceiling was lined with mirrors from all around, and there were many curious objects of study scattered about. Xyria would have taken more notice of them if it wasn't for the naked enchantress herself sprawled there upon the expansive bed, stretched across the enormous mattress like a mountain of mother-shaped dragoness.

The way her curves reflected the crackling fire, her outline slightly blurred by the smoke of incense wafting through the room, she looked more like a warm painting of a fertility goddess than a living creature. She moved slowly and deliberately, sitting up to regard them with eyes that were filled with energy. One deep look into them and it was easy to get lost. There was plenty else to stare at, from her violet hair and highlights, to her gloriously rounded body. Such a form only came with age and experience, that softened, padded plumpness that immediately gave her the appearance of a matriarch. Even with her hide of scales, it was impossible not to wonder from a mere glance just how soft she truly was, and what it would feel like to press up against her and be immersed in her bountiful fat. She looked at the lion, pursing her lips with a pleased expression, and then nodded towards the other dragoness.

"Very good. I will honour my half," she said with a gesture no more complicated than a wave of a single finger.

Before the cats could question just what she meant by that, Xyria was glowing. It was not remotely subtle from the start, but grew even less so as the growing power began to glimmer from the swirly markings upon Xyria's scales. Mira looked to her with concern, especially when she began convulsing with the changes her body was enduring. There was nothing painful about it. It was ecstasy, as evidenced by her growing arousal, bulging beneath her robes, tenting it in front of her while she huffed hot steam and gritted her teeth in a near-snarl of excitement. Her mind surged with the possibilities and potential, of the new opportunities opening before her mind's eye like a thousand unlocked doors. She couldn't help but immediately test what she'd been given, though she was careful not to make it too obvious.

It started as a whisper into Mira's mind. The words she spoke were less than vocal, something that the cat wouldn't have heard, only perceived. Her body was reacting nonetheless, her tail beginning to twitch, her ears flattening, her gaze becoming unfocused, looking at nothing in particular until she turned around. Then she was regarding Xyria with an intrigued gaze, one that grew more aroused the longer the dragoness stimulated her from the inside. A dozen invisible fingers stroked up and down Mira's body, while tingles of pleasure worked directly into her most sensitive places, enough to get her purring, get her swaying those hips for Xyria, already tugging at her own leathers as she matched that look of lust.

Terry wasn't going to be interrupting them. He couldn't take his eyes off the reclining dragoness. She was massive in a way even his bulky body couldn't possibly compare to, shapely and soft, her scales glistening in the flickering firelight as he stood still and focused, considering the sight of her. He wasn't moving, his muscles tense, and he remained just like that, exactly in place, as she sat up onto the side of her bed, running her fingers down her sides. A few sparks of energy crackled from them, but her seduction was far from magical. She relied entirely upon her own presence, her appearance and her gaze alike, and that was enough to move even the monk. He didn't question his own urges, simply obeying them as he stepped forward to come closer to the heavy dragoness.

Mira was already moaning. She was groping at herself, only looking all the more appealing to Xyria as she rubbed at those curves she had been coveting. The pantheress always seemed to look flirty, and so that violet-eyed expression she was wearing at that point was truly excessive. The dragoness felt the urge to simply pounce her, to tear at her clothes and hold her down. But it was even more fun to keep pleasuring her, to make her whimper as he knees started rocking. It only took a few simple incantations, channelling that invisible energy to covertly fuck the feline without even laying a finger on her. Mira could barely stand as she slowly rocked her hips on the spot, swinging her tail wildly, biting her lip, her voice muffled and shaky.

"Nnnh ... Xyria ... how did you know I've been wanting you? Were the looks that obvious?"

"Mmhmm," came her simple reply, brushing off her surprise to find the feelings were mutual. This was her plan, regardless. "I've felt the same."

"What are you doing to me?" She didn't ask it with any sort of concern, merely fascination. It was hard to argue with that much pleasure, even the unexpected sort.

Xyria stepped closer, laying hands upon her at last. It was a small thing, simply placing her fingers beneath the panther's chin, tilting her muzzle upwards, but that alone was enough to bring another moan from Mira. She was purring, too. It rattled and rumbled right down to her toes, resonating into the hard stone floor beneath them.

"This is just a sample. I have so much more to give, if you'll let me take you."

Mira's response was just an extended groan and sigh. She wobbled on her feet, eventually rocking forward, all off-balance, and falling into the dragoness' embrace. All she could do was nod her head, far beyond speaking by then. She was enraptured, caught up in unnatural arousal, stimulated by a talented application of the arcane arts. Xyria's cock swelled even thicker as she groped up and down the black cat's back. It hadn't even taken much. A tiny demonstration of her power, and the pantheress was already hers, already clinging to her, desperate with soaking wet arousal. Maybe she didn't even need to trade Terry for her, but so far the lion was faring well enough.

Xyria only gave a glance, her focus largely on Mira, squeezing and stroking her, savouring all those wonderful purrs she was earning with every touch. Even with a short look, she was stricken by how much the monk's demeanour had changed. He was no longer flexed or tense, but finally allowing himself to relax, to walk in a more casual and less rigid manner as he approached Miranda. The enchantress simply sat, offering him that tantalizing smile, and without a single word spoken to him, he slid from his robe, revealing his scarred-up, muscular body, and settled into her lap. It was a mere few minutes from first laying eyes upon her, and he was already cuddled upon across her thighs, letting her stroke his chest and middle with her claws. For all his might, he looked like a kitten compared to her.

His mane was her first focus. He might not have had it perfectly elegant, groomed order after all the travelling, but she would make it better. First, she ran her fingers through it, working slowly while he rumbled. Mira might have even teased him for purring if she was paying attention, though it wasn't quite that. Instead, it was a steady growl, all the aggression dropped from it so that it was just a constant output of bass. The purpose was the same. He let her hold him and touch him, tenderly admiring his muscles and his mane, combing him and stroking at his scalp and skin with pleasant scratchy sounds. The tension was melting from his muscles for as long as she had him in her clutches, his usual constant vigilance finally allowed to fade as he relaxed.

"That's a good boy. Terry, was it?" she asked him in a gentle voice.

"Mmhmm," he answered, sounding almost sleepy.

"Excellent. I have been needing a boy like you. It gets lonely down here, studying all alone. A dragoness has needs." She leaned closer, breathing on his face, meeting his half-lidded eyes. "Are you willing to help me with them?"

"Of course." He wasn't hypnotized, wasn't under any sort of magical control, but hearing his voice sounding so relaxed and casual made it sound like he must have been. It was entirely out of character, as far as the others knew him.

"Good. Let's start with your mouth."

She wasn't forceful, but she moved with a succinct, deliberate firmness that ensured Terry didn't even consider anything but obeying her. With one hand one the back of his head, and the other clutching at one of her heavy breasts, she directed his muzzle right to a tender nipple, and let him figure out the rest. At first he was just licking, making the most of that tingly tongue, stroking it in hard, sandpapery licks along her teat. As composed as she'd been so far, that was enough to make her exhale sharply, at least. Another urging press on his head, and he got the idea, parting his lips, letting his mouth be filled with the dragoness' breast, latching on with a hunger he didn't know he had until he tasted her. His devotion was swiftly rewarded in the form of a warm, sweet trickle of dragon milk, one that flowed thicker as he began his suckling, feeding from her and filling his belly with the creamy treat she offered.

His gulping grew to guzzling as she held him there, letting him drink all he liked while she softly murmured to him. The scene was soft and motherly, nothing Xyria needed to be concerned with. She turned her full attention to Mira instead, squeezing, groping at that sleek feline, taking great big greedy handfuls of any part of her she wanted. The cat was into all of it, more than willing to be touched by the dragoness who'd been lusting after her for so long. Though it was getting harder for her to stay on her feet, something Xyria took full advantage of as she gave her an encouraging nudge right between the ears. That was all it took, leaving the pantheress sinking to her knees before the newly-empowered warlock, nuzzling forward, compelled by the pleasure in her veins to get as close to the big blue caster as she could.

"That's it, Mira ... just submit to me, and you will get everything you ever needed." There was no need to tease her further when she was already so easily broken in, but some part of Xyria delighted in the feeling of the power she had over the cat. She could see it in those violet eyes, that look of glimmering need, telling her without a single word that she was free to do anything she wanted with that soft, spotty body.

The first step was to open the clasps upon her armoured robe, throwing it open and revealing that rigid member pulsing away beneath. Her arousal had already been obvious, but now it was dripping directly onto the horny cat. A thick gob of pre smacked right down into the panther's hair, and Xyria didn't even have to say a word before she was lunging, pushing her muzzle up against the textured surface of the dragoness' dick, kissing and slurping without hesitation. She took her time with each lick, dragging her tongue from bottom to top, cleaning off the musky mess that dripped from it, gulping it down when she was done. And repeat. She worked like she was hypnotized, and it would have been easy to seize control of her mind, to force her to be nothing but an obedient cockslut for as long as she wished, but it wasn't even necessary.

"Get a good taste. That's going to be all you want on your tongue when I'm done with you," Xyria rumbled

Mira gave a purring moan, muffling the sound as she pressed that cocktip between her lips. "Mmm ... already there."

She was indulging her desires just as much as Xyria, it seemed. Maybe she'd been wanting this all along too, and had just never shown it. Cats were sneaky like that. She slowly slipped her mouth over the ridges of the dragoness' cock, humming and huffing hotly over the inches she slickly engulfed. A sigh around the first mouthful, and she took a moment to breathe before going deeper, slurping her way along that thickly bulging shaft, stuffing her muzzle full and then letting it slip into her throat. There was little more for Xyria to do than to reach down and play with that silky hair of Mira's, taking great handfuls and tugging, stroking, letting it splay between her fingers and swish back down to the cat's head, mussed and messy. She dug her claws deep into the floor, scraping at the stone while she felt that muzzle sucking, working and kneading her with those perfectly soft lips, massaging her with that tingly tongue. That was enough to make her grunt, if not quite moan.

The room filled with the wet sounds of the felines working on their new owners, if the two dragoness' could be called that. Certainly they were seeing a level of submission and service that made the title fit. Terry was lost in his warm drink, sucking the cream from Miranda's breast as she held him closer to her soft belly, tenderly admiring his muscles while he grew more turned on with every mouthful. Mira was already plenty horny, but she was soaking in those tight-fitting leathers as she sucked the warlock's dick, bobbing her head slowly, putting an indulgent flourish into every single suck while she gazed up at her new mistress with adoring purple eyes. A look like that, and Xyria knew she had to keep her.

The best way to make her claim upon the cat was to fill her with that draconic seed. She wasn't worried about tiring out early. Her balls were churning, tightly clenching, all but overflowing with her seed. She wasn't bound by mortal limits any longer. Her virility was unchained, unlimited, and she felt an aggressive surge of lust spark inside of her as she snatched a double fistful of Mira's hear, shoving forward to bury her entire cock in the kitty's throat. Mira gave a glork, but she otherwise didn't complain, adjusting swiftly while she got her gullet bulged by dragon dick, feeling it flexing, expanding, dripping. A draconic roar pierced the relative silence, followed by a juicy cacophony to go with the torrent of cum rushing down her throat, filling up her belly taut in seconds, until she was sloshing with the swallowed load, cream streaming down her chin and cheeks as she overflowed.

She wasn't even done cumming yet, pulling free from that fountain that was her mouth, painting down her face while she kept her grip tight upon her lovely ebon locks. Her claws scraped along the panther's scalp, keeping her right in place while she jizzed all over her face, clogging her nose, even her ears with the thick pasting of dragon cum. Her features vanished beneath the steaming mask, the rest of it spurting down over her tits. Thick gobs went cascading down over her tits, and in between, squishing as Mira squeezed them together with a satisfying splatter. It was all over her fur, clinging to her skin, painting down plenty of Xyria's scaled thighs as well, splashing indulgently as she hosed down her new plaything. Once Mira got her face wiped off enough to see, she was still casting that same adoring, lusty look, licking her lips over and over, swallowing even more dragon cum. The gleam in her eyes clearly said she wanted more.

Miranda wasn't quite so hasty about escalating, guiding the lion where she wanted him only with gentle touches, nudges of encouragement rather than anything forceful. That was all she needed to do, when Terry was so responsive to her every whim, almost seeming to ready her mind. Their silent communication soon had him pulling from her breast, licking away a few last trickles so they didn't spill. She rolled onto her back, and he climbed on top of her, getting locked into her embrace, held tight to her belly. It was rumbling right with him. He didn't seem to notice, or maybe he simply didn't care, cuddling tightly against her in a way that proved more intimate than it initially appeared, given just how aroused he was by then.

Humping and grinding at her belly was the obvious course of action when he was pressed against such a delightfully plush, scaly gut. He was slow at first, picking up speed as he warmly spread his pre along her hide, making her glisten with the heated smears he was sharing with her. She kept her arms around him the entire time, pressing his fingers in along his muscled back, working her way downwards while she freely admired him. Her demeanour was relaxed, focused, reclining in place with her head propped up on the many pillows while the lion showed his newfound devotion to her body with every solid thump of cock to fat. Even beneath him like that, she remained entirely in control, playing with his rump, squeezing and kneading at those taut cheeks, even tugging on his tail, batting around the tufted tip while he showed her how horny she made him.

The slightest urging, and he worked his way upwards, painting a steady path around the rounded expanse of her lightly grumbling gut, making sure to admire as much of it as he could along the way towards his destination. Soon, he was sitting solidly atop her middle, both hands firmly clasping at her tits. He dug in, showing that leonine strength, that training, but only to pleasure her. Miranda let out a long, lingering sigh as the lion got his dick sheathed up between her tits, slickly sliding his way into her cleavage while he squeezed her breasts together in his mighty grip. She didn't have to do a thing, simply reclining in the indulgence that was having a thick, muscled stud titfuck her, enjoying the feeling of his shaft massaging up and down against her chest while he got going with a steady, focused momentum. He was such a monk, even horny.

While the lion wetly fucked the breasts of their enchanting hosts, Xyria considered what she wanted to do with Mira next. Having the whole realm of possibilities and a very willing partner was almost overwhelming. She doubted there was anything she might do to that horny cat that she would disagree with, from the most intimate to the most selfish or even cruel. That shiny-eyed look didn't speak of someone who might object to a little rough treatment. The longer she looked down upon her new possession, the more she found herself settling upon a simple, blunt conclusion. Crouching down so they could be on the same level, she leaned in close and licked one of Mira's ears before speaking her heated words directly into it.

"How would you like to become my sweet little broodslut, kitten? I'd love to knock you up, again and again. We can breed a whole army together," she huffed, almost snarling those words.

It was difficult to keep from pouncing her to the ground right that moment, but she knew it would be even better to see her reaction. Mira was beyond vocal at that point, giving little more than an extended moan as her response, one that rolled through her entire body, leaving her swaying her hips, even thrusting into the air. Then, in case that wasn't clear enough, she also gave a few quick, eager nods, flinging dragon cum everywhere, her mask still clinging to her features. That was enough to let Xyria finally give in to her urges, to live out the fantasy she'd been having for a while ever since first laying eyes on that soft feline body, by snatching her up and carrying her over to the bed, where she could slam her down and start tearing into her clothing.

Maybe it was a slight shame to ruin those finely-crafted leathers and furs, but the cat wasn't going to be needing any clothing as Xyria's breeding pet. She tossed away those shredded tatters, letting them flutter to the floor of Miranda's elegant hidden bedroom as she pushed the cat down and laid on top of her. That alone felt good for a while, savouring in the dominance and the power that came with pinning her to the expansive bed. There was more than enough room for the two of them, even with Miranda all sprawled out like that, and Xyria held Mira for a while, stroking at her arms, staring into her eyes as she silently kept the subtle pleasure up. Anything to keep her stimulated and receptive, even if it was almost torturous by then to keep her worked up like that without allowing her the release she needed. But it certainly ensured she was ready by the time Xyria took her by the thighs, and stretched those long legs of hers right up and over her head, resting her ankles on the dragon's shoulders.

The temptation to further tease her lasted all of two seconds. She loomed for those moments, and then she plunged. Her aim was precise, despite the lusty fury of the moment, delving deeply between the lips of Mira's soaking sex, spreading her open and stuffing her full all in a single smooth plunge. The result was all manner of screechy feline noise, the pantheress outright screaming as she arched her back into the juicy penetration. She was clenching down hard, emitting sounds from her open mouth that wee so shrill they were barely even audible. And that was all just from Xyria inserting into her, holding herself there a few seconds, throbbing hard to every squeeze she got over her inches. They probably could have come to a mutual climax just like that, but Xyria wasn't content to simply lay there and let that pussy massage her.

The lion had already set a nice pace to guide her, rapidly pumping at those dragon tits while his body flexed taut once more, showing off his sculpted form as he pleasured the enchantress with his needy grinds. They were steady and controlled, but firm as could be, something Xyria wasn't trying to match exactly as she set to plowing the pantheress. The bed was sturdy, and that was a good thing, because she was swiftly slamming herself in to the root, thudding into that soft body, taking out all her pent up desire on her at once. Cumming in her mouth hadn't slowed her down any. Her lust felt eternal, like it was never going to be fully satisfied, but fucking the hell out of a sleek, soft, soaking wet feline was helping, one thumping thrust at a time.

Terry had been going steadily as Miranda's cleavage for some time, and despite his discipline, even he had to be affected by how good that felt. His thrusts fell slightly off rhythm, growing drunken with the pleasure, shaky, erratic, but he kept them up. A steady thump of his balls to the bottom of her breasts grew slicker as he leaked his pre all over her scales, making a glistening mess out of her, but he held on for as long as he could. She hadn't said he could cum on her. He didn't want to presume. Even when it was proving difficult to keep the grinding going without blowing his load right then and there, he kept his focus, as best he could, obediently fucking her tits without ever seeming to tire, until she threw him right off his rhythm with nothing more than a glare.

She didn't need to use any magic, nor any sort of illusion to leave the lion shaken. All it took was her naturally enchanting presence and appearance, and silently intense look right into his golden eyes while he sat there atop her belly. It went along with a slight smirk, showing a tooth or two, and that was all she needed. The lion threw his head back, giving a toss to his slightly sweaty golden main, and bared his teeth in a subtle snarl while he his his climax. His fingers dug deep into the fat of Miranda's breasts, kneading them as deeply as he could grip while he gave a few more manic fucks between them, his cock flexing, the veins upon it bulging out before he finally shot his load all over his scales. It splattered hard, hitting her in the face, and right down all over her chest as he slumped back, bucking his hips into the air. In a mere few seconds the dragoness went from slightly slicked to utterly splattered, painted from tits to lips in the lion's seed. She remained where she was a while, licking slowly over her lips with generous strokes of her tongue, drinking in his cum while he panted above her. Then, with a simple beckon, she enticed him to fall into her embrace.

"Good boy," she told him, dragging the same tongue she'd used to clean his cum from her lips all through his mane, grooming him and tasting him. "I know you can give me more."

They snuggled together in the quiet of the moment, though the silence was just their own. While their scene was one of gentle slurps and snuggles, along with plenty of dripping as the lion's cum rolled down her scales, Xyria had grown to a vicious snarl as she rutted the black cat stupid. Mira couldn't even growl back, instead caught up in mewling while she twitched and clenched, contracting fiercely on the ridges of the dragoness' dick, until she couldn't help but hit her first climax of many. It didn't even pause her, her whole body convulsing as she was stricken by the paralyzing orgasm, making her squirt all over those thumping balls, but she was right back to bucking and pumping her hips immediately after. Every motion, every ounce of strength left in her tired muscles was put towards making herself as fuckable as possible, throwing her weight into Xyria's thrusts, helping bring them both to a grunting, growling, brutal drumbeat of bodies crashing into each other, fuelled by unnatural lust just as much as their own secret desires for one another.

It was a hell of a sight, but Miranda kept Terry's attention strictly on herself. She cupped his chin as she pulled him in, planting a hand on the small of his back, making his muscles twitch reflexively as she dragged him closer. That allowed her to meet him in a kiss, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath that she puffed out into his throat. He sucked it down and returned the smooch, giving a few rough rumbles here and there, sounding more like someone sawing at a log rather than a purring kitten. Such a noise grew wetly muffled as she penetrated him with her tongue, shoving it past his lips and grinding it along his own while she filled his muzzle with it. Her saliva flowed freely into his mouth while she sucked on half his face, framing it between her lips while she massaged all the way into his throat with her slurps, leaving him passively taking it all, letting the enchantress kiss and taste him while she clutched him close to her cum-soaked tits, his own seed sticking in his lightly sweaty fur as she kept a hold on him. It was mildly overpowering, but she still wasn't forcing him to do anything, merely taking him, as he proved entirely willing to accept her slick advances.

In time, those kisses grew deeper, pushing past his lips and instead becoming a full sucking on his muzzle. He was inside her mouth before he even realized it, feeling her other hand pressing on his back, right above the base of his tail, kneading into his muscles while she savoured his leonine flavour. The 'mmmms' she made echoed all around his head, feeling as if they were rattling his very skull. Yet they were never unpleasant, going along with the sweet heat of her breath to leave him soothed and satisfied. Orgasm was still tingling through his body, a delicious afterglow that allowed him to rest and be savoured, thinking nothing of how much the dragoness seemed to be enjoying his flavour. Every press on his back, every little nibble brought him a little deeper into her spreading maw, but he did nothing but press close to her, soothed and satisfied, thinking nothing of the slowly rising intensity of her squeezes. Nor did he bother reacting to the grumbles of her belly, even as they grew louder, longer, and more frequent, matching her thicker-flowing saliva, matting down his mane.

Miranda didn't let the flinging juices of Xyria and Mira's mating distract her. That mingled mess was splashing from the pantheress' pussy, soaking their surroundings as the dragoness pumped her. Mira's expression was shifting slowly from bliss to a dazed, drooling mockery of her former elegance. Her tongue was hanging from her mouth, lazily flopped down to the side of her muzzle like an overheated dog. Her features were still soaking, the fur rustled and smeared by all the cum that was still clinging to her, perpetually marking her down with her breeder's scent while she got her cunt claimed. Xyria was throbbing towards her peak, and Mira was ready for it, milking at that every inch with an intense and frequent inner massage. She was ripe and fertile, radiating pure heat, her yowls persistent but growing weaker as she fell into all-consuming ecstasy, curling her toes against the dragoness' shoulders, clawing at the bed, writhing and shifting all over like she were more liquid than solid feline. She was going to be, in a moment.

It started as a ripple passing all through Xyria's body, a burst of energy just as much as it was pleasure, cascading through her senses and seizing control of her every muscle for those moments. She couldn't control herself, hammering that plush pantheress as if she meant to break her, thumping, filling, dripping, until it finally came gushing forward, the pressure building and exploding forward to knock that sweet pussy up with her seed. It filled her womb in moments, stretching her and bloating her to a truly excessive, rounded state, overflowing and spurting right backwards as the cat squirted for the one who newly owned her. And it was more than just cum flowing forth from that twitching dragon dick, the glow of magical exchange ensuring she was impregnating Mira with more than just her eggs. She was changing her, too.

Her belly was getting bigger, for certain, and so too were her curves. In an instant was being transformed into a broader, more matronly form, taking on the proper look of a breeder with wider hips, softer thighs, a bigger ass, and most importantly, going up several cup sizes until her newly fattened tits were resting upon her cum-gorged gut. It wasn't just her own thickness that was getting an adjustment as Xyria bred her, either. She was never much a ferocious-looking cat, despite being supposedly a member of a fierce, hunting species. That was changing as Xyria's seed took root within her, endowing her with deadlier claws, longer teeth, and an even more intense look in those eyes of hers. Even the rosettes upon her skin were changing, taking on a more elaborate, curving pattern. It was much like Xyria's own markings, leaving an effective brand upon the plumped up pantheress, clearly marking her as the dragoness' new breeding slut. All that was left was to slowly pull from her and let that belly wobble, her womb absorbing all that cum, a little at a time.

The actual act of pulling out felt so good that she couldn't help but spurt a few more times. It was like a half-climax, a partial cumshot that was just as messier as an entire load from a less fertile creature. She painted that well-bred belly with her seed, ensuring she'd made her claim even more obvious, and she got plenty more on those tits as well. Mira wasn't done changing, either. Her face grew more vicious, her lips drawing back into an elongated smile, a pair of black horns beginning to push up between her locks of lovely hair, her tail thickening and elongating to match her newly plumper body. She was still a cat, but looking more like her new owner with every moment, retaining the fluffy fur but gaining the sharp edges of a dragon as she got her body altered by the magical seed flowing within her. Maybe it was less a transformation and more a corruption, changing her to from the gentle cat into a more depraved hybrid. Even the look in her eyes had grown more fiery, but it was subdued by her contentment for the moment.

She would have remained sprawled where she was, but her body just kept swelling the longer Xyria's seed swam inside her. It eventually compelled her to slowly rise, strained, but imbued with new strength, allowing her to slide to the side of the bed and part her legs. She didn't say a word as she carefully began to squeeze, her pussy parting and stretching, pushing forth the swirled surface of the first of many eggs. She clutched it as she laid it, making sure not to drop it as she set it carefully down beside the bed, followed by another. Each one was coated in the fluids of her pussy, squelching outwards as she so casually laid the entire clutch, not even questioning what was happening to her body. She wasn't outright moaning, but her lower lip was quivering, and her eyelids were fluttering, adding even more lewdness to the sight of her becoming a broodmother right before Xyria's eyes.

When she was done, left with juices soaking her thighs, the pantheress stretched her arms above her head and cricked her back, her belly sloshing around with each movement. Then she solidly slumping back over onto her side, giving the bed a shake with her weightier form. The ropes of cum on her partly transformed body slowly dribbled from them, pooling in between, or flowing over the sides of Mira's shaking belly while the cat rubbed at it, groaning pleasantly. She had a silly smirk on her face, her expression glazed and dumb, but there was no doubt that she was happy. Especially when the purring started again, even deeper than before, sharing her vibrations with the bed and everyone on it. She didn't move much, both for not being able to and not really bothering to try. She was happy where she was.

Xyria slumped down beside her, sated, for the moment, but she was already thinking about how many things she could still do to that feline, how many ways she could fuck and ruin such an eager breeding slut, until Mira couldn't even remember her name anymore. She was going to keep her, for good, until she lived for nothing but her seed, sucking down her meals fresh from that fat dick while the dragoness' power grew more refined by the day. Such a gift she'd been given, that newfound power to take and claim anything and anyone she wanted, and it made it even better to see the smile on Mira's face. She was a broken little broodslut, though the word 'little' didn't apply anymore with a belly like that. And all it had taken to receive such a gift of power and dominance was to give the lion over to Miranda's desires. What desires were those, anyway? The lion had been granted the delicious privilege of getting to suck and fuck the tits of a beautiful enchantress, which he probably would have traded for himself if he got the chance. Of course, Xyria hadn't actually glanced over there in some time.

When she did, she was only mildly surprised to see where things were going. Miranda wasn't just kissing Terry anymore. She slipped slickly over his face when they weren't looking, setting to sucking on his whole head. Inching her way along as if it was some tight fit, she took her time in fitting him between her lips, pressing her teeth down on the back of his neck to make him tingle. From there, she swiped and toyed with his features, taking the taste from his mane before feeding him further. Up until then, it might have been a tasting, a little tease as she played with her captivated cat-toy, but when she began swallowing, the resonating sound of each gulp was undeniable, the true nature of her desires finally revealed.

Terry wasn't fighting her, despite how much danger he was clearly in. Xyria didn't move to save him, either. And Mira, she probably didn't even notice, busy staring at the ceiling as she soaked in her cum-drunk state. Everyone in the room was perfectly accepting of Miranda's choice to swallow the deadly monk down whole, and it wasn't even going to take her much effort. He certainly made for a bulge within her gullet, nicely outlined beneath the scales as he travelled downwards in sloppy slurps and gulps. The dragoness' hands were more active then, squeezing deeply into his ass, shoving him upwards into her greedy jaws while her teeth worked over his many muscles. She wasn't biting him, but gnawing plenty, digging in and bringing the flavour out of him while she sucked upon her meal. Even with how slowly she was moving, indulgently dragging out every single second of the lion's consumption, he still disappeared with frightening speed. His head was vanishing behind her dripping tits as she worked towards his middle, doubling her gnawing efforts, chewing harmlessly upon his abs, digging her tongue between the crevices of his tone to enjoy him a little longer before he was gone.

He was still hard even once she was framing his hips between her lips, especially when she pushed her tongue up against his cock and began to toy with it. Her forceful slurps pinned his shaft against his middle, making it grind against himself while she paused in her devouring him. He tasted too good not to lick for a while, leaving him partly swallowed, his whole top half trapped in her throat as it kneaded on him, wanting to keep going. She ignored such natural impulses, keeping him right where she wanted him without any sort of trouble, never choking, breathing just fine even around all that muscle. Her strokes of his cock got him squirming in a way Xyria never expected to see the steadfast monk moving. He was always so controlled, so calm even when in danger. Seeing him kicking his legs and having little spasms of his muscles just seemed silly for such a dignified, mighty cat.

Such pride was only further taken from him when the enchantress showed off just what she could do with that tail of hers. It was a thick appendage, more like a pudgy python than a tail, but she could curl it up with the same flexibility as any other dragon. With a few testing prods, she soon had the tip lined right up against his rump, pushing against his hole, teasing towards penetrating as she nibbled upon his heft. A little more pressure and she was inserting that thick tail right inside of him, getting a nice long mrowl out of him that was muffled in her gullet. He was all hers to pleasure and fuck however she liked, plunging a few more inches of tail inside his tight backside, digging deep but making sure her mouth was clamped down around enough of him that he didn't move one bit. He was trapped there, getting ruthlessly stimulated, pumped full and slurped, until his legs were twitching wildly beyond his control.

The more she licked his cock and fucked his ass, the more he moved, slipping into a grind before he even knew what he was doing. Once going, he couldn't stop, humping, sliding, rubbing his dick all over Miranda's outstretched tongue. She curled it right up between his legs, massaging his taint, licking all the way to the base of her own tail while she plunged it in and out of him, finding a steady rhythm to pound her meal senseless. His feet fought for purchase against her slick fat, slipping on her breasts, his tail lashing. It might have been a roar that erupted from deep down there in her gullet, but it was far too muffled to impress. All everyone saw was that twitchy, squirmy kitty, soaked in drool and slathered by the dragoness' tongue, licked until he was throwing his hips forward and cumming in the same maw that was eating him. Great trickles of his seed ran between Miranda's teeth, hanging down and running down her throat while she pushed hard on his ass and slurped his hips past her teeth with a schlurp.

Once he'd been drained like that, he was highly sensitive, manifested in his curling toes and wildly waving tail. Rapid convulsions, seizure-like, ran through his body as she pulled her tail free from him once more. His cock was slowly grinding down her throat, giving a few last wild spurts, but mostly dry-firing as it harshly flexed. When just his legs were left protruding from her mouth, she sat up at last, sending a river of his cum rolling down her body. She looked directly towards Xyria, shooting her a deep stare while she nibbled on her companion's thighs, ever so close to finishing him off, but pausing once more to savour in the moment. There was no need for her to speak, if she even could with her mouth that full. A long, meaningful look was communication enough, casting her silent commands towards the other two with her eyes alone. That was an invitation, if Xyria had ever seen one.

The blue dragoness stared for just a few seconds, considering the unspoken command, if it could be called such. Maybe it was more just a suggestion, but she felt compelled to follow nonetheless. She glanced to Mira, whose expression had grown at least a little more coherent, but no less blissful, and offered her a hand to help her rise from where she was happily sprawled. Together, they crawled across the bed to join the massive enchantress, stroking here and there, admiring her big belly. It was about to get a whole lot bigger. Mira watched Xyria for instruction, mirroring her every move, which had them both taking Terry by one ankle each, pushing gently, and then more firmly, feeding him into the waiting gullet of the ravenous dragon. Miranda gulped around him, taking her time to massage what remained of his form, suckling and licking at his feet a few last times. When he slurps turned instead to the hands of her feeders, they let her taste them briefly, before Xyria sheepishly pulled back, not wanting to let the enchantress get too fond of her flavour. Mira copied the movement, leaving the lion's paws visibly for just a few more moments in the back of Miranda's throat, wiggling a little but otherwise accepting of his looming, gurgling fate. And then, with a toss of her head, the dragoness finished him, sending the muscled bulge of his form rushing down her curves to slickly thump into her fat middle.

She regarded the other two for a time, those party members turned mistress and pet, reaching out to run her fingers through their hair at once. Her belly wobbled as the meat within it settled, bulging out this way and then before just slumping down to become a faintly squirming bulge beneath her fat. All the activity stirred up a wet glurk, and then there came rumbling up from her insides a belch like a volcanic eruption, bursting forth from her open maw, blasting their hair back as she sauced them with a juicy urrrrrralp, leaving them both slightly spattered in her spit while she smacked and licked her lips. From there, she settled down again, beckoning to them both, letting them join at her side as her belly started loudly churning all around her meal. The lion was still whole for the moment, but he surely wasn't going to last long in there before digestion overtook him. Without even needing to be invited, Xyria and Mira alike cuddled up to his trapped form, offering some soothing massages to all the fat upon Miranda's middle, the same pudgy padding that Terry was going to be part of once her body was done with him.

"Very good," she simply mused, sucking at her teeth to take all the lingering flavour from them. "I think this a very fair exchange. Such a delicious lion boy. I am satisfied with our trade. You are always welcome back to my domain, especially if you bring another tasty morsel with you."

To hear the powerful fighter referred to in such humbling terms almost made Xyria blush. She knew she was pressed against a deadly predator and magician alike, but she sensed no danger in those moments. There was simply the contentment of orgasm, of breeding, and the oddly relaxing gurgles Miranda's gut was making on her prey. The fire crackled down to coals, exuding soothing warmth through the room, the smell of firewood mixing with the alchemical traces that lingered all around them. Such a scene was perfect for slowly drifting off, something Mira had already picked up on, softly snoring as she laid there flopped against Miranda's chest. Xyria followed suit in time, feeling safe enough next to the enchantress that she didn't expect to wake up in her belly. The last thought that ran through her mind before drifting off was that the lion didn't seem to be moving anymore. For someone so tough and enduring as him, she almost expected more of a show, but it didn't matter anymore. His fate was as dragon fat, and nothing more.

Miranda woke before them both, finding them peacefully snoozing right beside her. It was a sight to savour for a few moments, but her body had its needs. In the hours of slumber, she'd grown thicker, fatter, and overall heavier. When she sat up, her belly wobbled more than it used to, as did her breasts. She took a moment to squeeze deeply and admire that added heft, that padded softness her lion meal had granted her. He was a nameless part of her pudge by then, one among her many meals digested down and converted to make her even more enticing to her next impressionable prey. Even a monk couldn't resist those enormous curves, not when she was beckoning to him with a sultry look. And for all his handsome elegance, all his muscle and his training, her body dealt with him the same as any other morsel. A few hours in her gut, and she had already taken from him all that she could.

She paced along slowly once she got to her feet. Her body needed a good washing, with remnants of her and Terry's pleasures still clinging to her scales. That could wait until after she got the relief she needed. Stepping into the other room through an illusory wall, she approached the expansive privy she had set up there. It was a broad set, one built for someone her size, and she took a slow seat with a gentle sigh. He wasn't the first member of the party to get digested that night, but it looked like he'd be the last. Perhaps he might have joined what remained of Keedee down below in some dark tunnel or pit, getting shat out by the plump dragoness after taking a long trip through her digestive system. Great, heavy logs of former lion squeezed from her round backside, all that power and that bravery melted down into little more than waste, plunging into the darkness below. It took her some time, pound after pound of dark dragon shit falling free as she squeezed, but her body dealt with him smoothly and comfortably. It was no discomfort at all, even taking a dump that must have weighed several dozen pounds, all the unused portions of the big cat processed and discarded into the unknown. There were no intact bones, and barely anything that might have once been a tuft of his fur or pretty many, just the mess that she disposed of, rising and cleansing when she was done.

The party's numbers had dwindled, but they weren't fully gone. Half of them were digested, one way or another, but the rest couldn't have complained much. Miranda smirked when she returned from her hot bath and found Xyria and Mira had awoken. The cat was face down on the bed, her ass lifted high in the air, her bloated belly stretching further as the dragoness fiercely fucked her in the rump. There was so much sex they had still yet to have, hundreds and hundreds of shared orgasms on their horizons, both of them imbued with a seemingly undying lust for one another. Miranda thought about joining them herself before they left her domain, though if she wasn't careful, all the fun might have got her belly awakening once more. They said that no one ever came back from the forbidden city, and she was no small part of the crumbling ruin's deadly reputation, after so many ambitious adventurers and explorers had met their acidic end packed beneath her ample fat. Some places were never meant to be plundered, even by the bravest parties.