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In the full illumination of the raven naga's home, her seductive demeanour took on a whole different light. Where before she had appeared enticing, with just a little spark of danger to add some extra excitement to her approach, everything about her had acquired an aura of menace once Mahiri's vision was no longer shrouded by the club's dim ambient lighting. The journey to that small home had been a pleasant enough one, the night sky and moonlight betraying no hint of malicious intent, nothing that particularly intimidated the leopardess. That cat had been nothing but aroused all the way along, rumbling with anticipation of what the exotic beauty could do to her once they were all alone. Now, she was shying away, regarding Ravira with a cautious gaze. Especially once those coils got a hold of her.

While the upper half of the naga was a sleek and beautiful raven, the rest was all serpent, and she knew how to use those muscular coils. In a moment, quicker than the cat could react or say anything, she had that pretty kitty all wrapped up in a muscular embrace, flexing around the feline's waist and holding her right in place while she began to strip her down. Mahiri didn't put up any sort of resistance, remaining silent but for a wordless babble, trying to find the right thing to say but falling short as she looked into the naga's penetrating eyes, regarding those intensely focused avian features as they appeared to look right through her. Or maybe inside her.

Those raven fingers stroked along the cat's hips, groping at her backside deeply enough she made the leopard mewl out in surprise. Then away went that skirt, those panties, everything that stood between her and her goal. Despite the increasing alarm, Mahiri was as wet as ever. The scent of feminine arousal wafted thick through the room as she was toyed with and squeezed, her sex glistening with a slick sheen of juices that trickled down the inside of her thighs. Ravira squeezed her closer, pressing them chest to chest as those coils flexed all around the cat's curvy body. A deep breath, a click of her beak, and the raven leaned in close, preening at the nervous feline's body, bringing a rumble out of her chest just from the attention despite the uncertainty.

"Um ... I like ... I like your house," Mahiri murmured, her voice cracking a bit as the naga hovered near, pecking and preening at her fur and hair with precision. "I'm ready when you are, I think."

Ravira didn't respond, but she was certainly ready. One of those unassuming slits atop her coils parted to make way for her cock, for a slick, curved shaft that was already pulsing hard against the leopard's belly. She flinched at first, but she was rubbing up against it soon enough. It was already smearing a stream of juices across her fur, already emitting those uniquely arousing pheromones for her to deeply inhale when she gasped. The twitches it gave were almost violent, the naga's coils throbbing with the contractions of lust rumbling through Ravira's body. Strange twitches came to her coils, her body moving in unusual ways as if being taken over by an outside force, and after all that anticipation she simply sent the leopard twirling, swinging Mahiri in a half circle so she was facing away. That was precisely how Ravira wanted her, and set to squeezing up tight again, around the cat's thighs, her waist, and just below her chest, coiling about her arms too. The only part that was fully exposed was that thick and spotted backside.

Such a perfect target it was, and Ravira didn't bother to ask first when she shoved that snake dick right up between the plump cheeks of the leopardess' rump. Mahiri gave a slight cry, arching her back, jerking away at first but pulling back into the attention in time. It occurred to her to struggle, to protest. She wasn't even being asked. But some part of her liked that. That part of her that got all wet at the thought of simply being pinned down by some lusty beast was keeping her all tingly, even as that slicked up snake cock slathered across the rim of her tailhole. She was plenty familiar with attention there, but usually not on the first date, so to speak. At least the lubricating coating clinging to that serpent dick was going to make things easier on her, though that wasn't going to help much when Ravira was so rough.

One thrust forth, and she was already getting those shrill feline shrieks out of the leopardess, the intense stimulation of the ridges upon her cock sending sheer shocks of pleasure right to the cat's senses. The sounds were mostly needy rather than any sort of pain, but she didn't seem to care much either way. Even as that cat yowled and screamed, she was shoving forth, jamming her shaft against that tight pucker and forcing it open, testing the extent of its elasticity. She was flexible, but this was such a rush, and she ended up jolting about, writhing in the grasp of those coils. By then she couldn't do much with words, communicating instead in a sharper yowl, then a lower snarl. It sounded pretty vicious at first, though before long it was nothing but a whimper, the deeper registers of the leopardess' voice cut right off as the naga rammed deep into her ass, making her twitch her tail and thrash about in the confining grip of those coils.

With such a powerful hold encompassing her entire body, there was really no other choice but to endure. Ravira fucked like she was trying to break the poor cat, slamming forth until the first of two massively engorged knots were touching up against the cat's backside. They were bigger than a fist, truly obscene, seemingly impossible to fit inside anyone, and yet she went on, grinding and shoving until there was a tremendous POP and her scales pressed up against Mahiri's fur, indenting the leopard's soft booty as the snake thumped up against it. Ravira thrust forth while pulling the kitty back, doubling up the impact of every slam into her depths, the overwhelming feeling of getting knotted once, twice, only to have those excessive bulbs yanked back out and shoved in again, stretching her and stretching her bringing out some semi-aggressive snarls. She ended up leaving those leopard fangs on display in a silent roar while she fucked her raw and numb, harder, faster, paying no mind to the feline's comfort. Mahiri closed her eyes and simply bounced along with the pounding as it transitioned from rough to simply brutal, every thud of coils to backside bringing a flinch out of her, until she finally found her voice again to speak in a breathy whimper.

"S-softer ..."

It was a request she almost never made, but Ravira paid it no mind. She bit hard into the cat's shoulder, bringing out another weak whine along with a small trickle of blood, and set to fucking Mahiri harder, as if punishing her for daring protest. Those sharp raven fingers dug deep into the leopard's hips, squishing into the padding and curve there, clutching possessively at that perfectly poundable ass. What started as a steady pounding became more unhinged, a reckless, manic thrust deep between those cheeks, fucking the whimpers right out of that battered cat while the naga's coils clutched tighter around her soft curves. That silenced the feline on the spot, snuffing out her alarmed cries with that dangerous constriction. A few crackles resonated through her bones, but it probably wasn't the sound anything breaking, just the air releasing from her joints as she got squeezed to breathless and barely squirming.

That was the perfect state for cumming inside of her, the naga lunging forth with one final thump into the cat's tight ass, grinding scales up against spots and flexing taut. Mahiri was stuffed with naga dick to the point of bulging, and her belly was only going to get bigger as Ravira plunged as deep as she could reach and began to unload fresh cum inside the feline. It gushed hot and thick, filling the leopard to brimming in moments, spurting forth until the spotted cat was sloshing slightly, the need for air becoming a rising burn in her chest as she wriggled in those coils. The naga waited until she'd completely emptied herself, until every single drop of her seed was sealed deep within the trembling cat. Only then did she pull out, leaving that well-stretched ass dripping naga cum, her coils finally loosening enough that Mahiri could gasp for air.

Slumping down with a wheeze, she was defenceless, wordless for Ravira's further whims. An orgasm was one thing, roughly fucked into that sore feline rump and left to simmer within. She was an exotic creature, a hybrid of two distinct natures, avian and serpent, and she had appetites which had yet to go fulfilled. Whether Mahiri was cooperative or simply unable to protest didn't really matter. She was going to do exactly what the raven-naga wanted either way. That meant getting manipulated by those coils, turned around as she limply slumped in their scaly grasp, only to stiffen back up again once she was shoved face-first just beneath the base of that hard cock. Cum still trickled from its length, running down into the leopardess' messed-up hair as she got smothered against a wet slit, hit with a much more feminine scent and flavour alike than she'd taken in so far.

Without needing to be told, she began to lick, though that was short-lived. Just a few slurps across those dripping folds, and she felt the belt of coils around her waist squeezing tighter, and then there came a shove. Ravira used her serpent side and hands alike to push at Mahiri's body, forcing her forward until her soft muzzle parted those pussy lips, giving her whole face a juicy glaze as she was immersed in the aroma of naga lust. Despite the cumshot, Ravira was still oozing, still clenching with obvious desire. Mahiri was only more immersed in the essence of it as the naga kept right on pushing. At first it simply seemed a smother, but as the pressure increased, and that slick inner muscle caught hold of her face, the leopardess realized what was really happening.

An accompanying schlurp rang in Mahiri's ears as she was fully stuffed head-first into the naga's pussy. She felt it seal around her throat, clenching for a time, and soon Ravira barely had to push. The strength of her aroused sex alone was enough to tug her prey inwards, disregarding the squirms that started. Mahiri wasn't sure exactly where this was all going, but it didn't seem like a good idea to her. The best she could do to object to the treatment was to writhe, her muscles tiring, overpowered by the might of the naga, forced to enter those endless depths and be immersed in the slimy innards that substituted for a womb. There was no endpoint, no expected wall, simply coils, as the cat slid on and on, her shoulders squeezing tight, her breasts mashed against her chest, her breath coming short as she was consumed by that glistening serpent cunt.

It sounded like a slurp, the cat becoming the noodle of the equation even as she wriggled through the snake's coils, bulging them as she travelled. It was far from comfortable. The heat, the lack of air, there was already plenty to make her journey unpleasant, but there was another sensation added to it all as well. Mahiri could feel something tugging at her, something pinching, almost as if nibbling on her body as she slipped sloppily through the naga's coils. It itched at times, or it just slightly burned. Her fur was starting to feel thinner in places, patches of bare skin exposed as they were sloughed off from the friction, or by something else. All she knew was that she needed to kick those legs about as they vanished into the snake's slit, flinging with their flailing a spattering of pure serpent slickness, dripping from Mahiri's tail, squishing between her toes, clinging to her every inch before she was completely consumed by the ravenous pussy clamping down upon her curves. In no time at all, she was simply a busty bulge beneath the scales, winding her way through that long body, slowly worked to softer all the way.

Her travels through the coils proved short, and the cool air outside Ravira's body hit the leopard in the face as she began to emerge. Somehow the cat had never noticed, but the end of the naga's tail was no ordinary tip. It opened broadly into a dripping maw, one which was soon ejecting the cat's sodden form back into the light. She sputtered as she escaped, flopping down with a splat to the floor, coughing up some of the juices she'd accumulated in her throat along the way. The elegance she had entered with wasn't quite there anymore. Her hair was a mess, stuck to her face, dripping down her shoulders, and her fur was ruined. Patches of it were missing, leaving exposed, reddened patches of skin beneath, looking like she'd been mildly burnt there.

She didn't get a chance to recover. The raven was upon her, plucking her up from the floor and staring into her dazed eyes as Mahiri did her best to blink them clear. She couldn't see much, but she could feel herself suspended there, dangled by the naga's strength, feeling warm breath upon her. It was just getting warmer as the naga neared, and soon the cat found her stunned face enveloped in the humid confines of a raven's beak. Ravira offered no ceremony, simply feeding her hunger as she sucked and shoved the squirming feline into her throat. A swallow later, and her intent was clear. From one part of her to the other, she was consuming Mahiri again, this time swallowing her whole as the leopard's vision became shrouded by darkness, her senses blotted out by heat and wetness saturating everything.

A gulp, and Mahiri was bulging in that feathered throat. Another, and she was descending. Ravira had no trouble fitting her, even if the shape of her curvaceous meal was a juicy outline beneath her plumage. She licked and tasted plenty, but her focus was clear. She was eating that cat, not tasting her, and she worked in tosses of her head, letting gravity assist at getting that ample bosom inside of her. The next big jump was the broad expanse of the leopard's hips and rump, squishing down inside that beak as Ravira clamped upon it. After that, there was merely the effort of slurping down her thighs and wiggling tail, sending them wriggling and flailing about with the power of that final, famished glllp that sealed Mahiri inside her just like that.

Ravira clacked her beak and licked its edges as Mahiri descended, smacking down first beneath her breasts in the stomach of her raven half. A rounded gut was something worth rubbing, and she set to it, clutching and stroking the shapely form of the leopardess inside her as Mahiri thumped out on those confining walls. They did nothing to relent, closing in on her from all sides, crushing the air out of her to ensure she couldn't find her voice to protest. Or perhaps to scream. It wouldn't have been worth the oxygen at that point, once she found herself getting crunched and chewed by the compressing force of the raven's belly, her body being twisted and mashed up into new forms by the overwhelming pressure. She was flexible, for certain, but her durability had limits. In time she started to whimper out as her body broke in places, sick crackles of bones echoing in that darkened chamber, the walls kneading her as if she were nothing more than a morsel to Ravira. They masticated her bit by bit, softening her down, making her bleed from the mouth as the internal damage proved severe. And all through it, the hybrid naga did nothing but massage her, soothingly rubbing her fingers up and down her prey's struggling outline. The comforting touches were meant only for herself.

Mahiri's prison was a brutal one, though only somewhat acidic. Some of her fur loosened further, stained red as digestion began to eat its way into her flesh, at least slightly. She couldn't scream, only choke and gasp out as she got her body mangled, crunching, snapping, sounding like she were made of twigs as she was twisted into unnatural shapes by that harsh digestive process. When eventually she found something of a voice, she could only whimper out, mewling desperately as she got mashed up into a ball, her insides practically turned to paste by then by the constant assault of the raven's belly walls compacting her into something resembling a ball. Only when she was battered and broken, probably slowly dying but conscious and feeling everything for the moment, did she descend further into the naga's body, painfully pulled down through a sphincter at the bottom of that chamber along with a helping of slime.

The pressure was almost equal as she slid her way back headfirst into those coils. This time, she didn't find an unending passage, but instead hit a stopping point, her face pressing up against an oozing wall while the rest of her body followed. Ravira extended her coils across the room, letting the feminine bulge of kitty in her snake half stretch out fully. There was no defending herself like that. Mahiri was exposed from head to toes, perfectly vulnerable when the acid started pouring over her naked body. The sizzling was immediate, and she managed a shrill shriek before she was simply gurgling and choking, doing her absolute best to keep from swallowing any of that deadly fluid. Not that it changed her fate any. Already, her fur was floating around in the rising sludge, her skin burning away, bit by bit, staining the juices red. But all was dark for the leopardess, forcing her to focus on her other senses, all of which were painfully ablaze.

Ravira was reclining then, leaving her coils stretched out to allow her prey to digest smoothly. The outline was still intact, still as sexy as ever bulging beneath her scales, but over time, it began to lose its shape slightly. Sinking down, softening, those curves smoothing over as digestion ravaged Mahiri's body. The leopardess could feel it all, her nerves screaming when she couldn't, her head submerged beneath the bubbling acid. Her skin was stripped away, her flesh starting to soften and fall from her bones as she was liquefied alive inside the serpent's second stomach. The features of her face were melting away, leaving only an exposed skull in time, her hair floating around in the rising sludge around her. That goop used to be her own body, but it was all being destroyed, all being converted into something the serpent could make more use of. It was getting more difficult to struggle at all as Mahiri's muscles died, leaving her simply twitching with increasing violence as her nerves fired off their dying song. The pain was fading, but so was she, ruptured and drowning in the heated juices, surrounded by the deafening gworgles of digestion that spelled her end.

To Ravira, it was simply a faint gurgling, the true squelching cacophony muffled by her scales. She felt warmth and sustenance spreading through her, filling her with a blissful glow as she finished off her meal. It wasn't through any sort of concentrated effort or motion, but simply lingering on the moment, letting the leopardess digest, her bulging form flattening back over as she was turned to little more than mush inside her coils. One final twitch and there was silence but for the stirring of her belly, the cat finally dying after wriggling for so long. Well, she had known prey that lasted longer, but the effort was still mildly impressive. It elicited a 'hmm' from her beak, at the least, before she pulled her coils up closer so she could rub at them as the rumbled and sloshed with their contents.

In such a relaxed mood, time simply passed by without her noticing. Minutes felt like seconds, and she felt as if she had only just settled in before it was time to move again. Mahiri moved comfortably through her intestines, every last bit of her absorbed by the naga, put to better use in feeding her hot date's body, stripped of everything that was useful. The moon was high in the air by then, casting the scene outside in a dim glow. Nobody would bother her at that time of night. With a yawn and a stretch of her arms, she accumulated her coils behind her once more and set to slithering out the door to her own backyard, nakedly taking in the cool night air as her body signalled an end to the feline's digestive journey.

A garden needed fertilizer, and there was no sense simply flushing what remained of Mahiri away. Ravira stretched herself out, extending her coils in a straight line before curling their lower half, raising them up as she felt the pressure building. A flex, a small huff from her, and she was shitting the leopardess out upon the hungry soil beneath. Ravira wasn't bothering to look, but she could feel the traces of what had once been a pretty cat, pulverized and destroyed by her digestive system. A few pieces of that once-lovely hair tickled her cloaca on the way out, along with some bunched up scraps of fur. All was irreversibly stained and ruined, unrecognizable as having belonged to someone as attractive as the cat. Further evidence came in the form of crushed bone dotted through the logs of waste, nothing more than flecks and tiny fragments, but nonetheless notably stimulating while she squeezed her prey back out.

Nobody would find Mahiri there, she thought, giving just one glance at the pile once she finished. They wouldn't even think to look. And even if they did, no one would recognize her anymore. She was going to be absorbed by the soil, feeding the plants and seed beneath, and that was the end of her existence as a leopard. It would have been the end of her life too, if not for Ravira's decision otherwise. She had no more use for Mahiri's body, but she preserved a shred of her existence. Mostly for her own pleasure. Already she could feel it, coursing through her, giving her strength and energy. A deep caw escaped her as she felt the pleasure rising, making her cock extend from its slit once more - and then keep growing, forming thicker, longer, throbbing harder than ever before as its newfound potency trembled in her grasp. A squeeze of her dual knots found them even thicker than before, and somehow even harder, the pulsing leaving her sensitive enough that one grope made her moan out loud. It was only after that she finally spoke, much more affected than ever before, gasping, moaning out the leopard's name.

"Ah, Mahiri ... mmmm. Yes. That is right where I want you." She wrapped the fingers of one hand around her cock, and then the other, tightly squeezing. "I know you can feel that. I know you can hear me. That's right where you're going to stay, right here with me, and there's nothing you can do about it."

The leopardess was certainly aware, feeling, hearing, knowing exactly what had happened to her. She no longer had a body of her own, simply a mind, and her existence was being put to use as Ravira's pleasure, fuelling that engorged lust, making the pre drip from that prey-enhanced shaft. All those nutrients, all those components of her body that hadn't been shat out by the snake were put to use, absorbed directly into that shaft, transformed into living, sentient cockflesh. Her mere presence was getting Ravira off, the naga hardly even having to stroke to find herself nearing orgasm. But she did just that, slicking pre across her fattened dick with her palms, making it glisten.

She didn't care if someone saw her. The odds of a neighbour looking out their window at that hour hardly worried her, even with all the cawing and hissing she was doing as her bliss rose heavy in her veins. She stroked herself, jerked herself, massaged her way up and down her dick, pleasuring the transformed leopardess and herself all at once. There was no need to hold back, no need for stamina. She simply rubbed her way to orgasm, arching her back sharply and jabbing her hips forward as she shot her cum across the lawn. From one side of the grass to another, she pumped it hotter, thicker, more generously than ever before, enhanced by her new addition, milking herself in rough contractions until the thick cream became a watery trickle down her coils.

A sigh and a lick of her beak, and she was left to consider what she'd done as afterglow sang through her muscles. She wished for a good bath, and then an extended nap, and nothing more. Mahiri was still with her, still making her cock tremble here and there even as it softened, but no one would ever know but her. She was going to play with and tease that cat anytime she liked, jerking her off and making her cum, over and over, knowing the leopard could do nothing to answer back to her teases and taunts. Maybe in time Ravira would forget about her, favouring whoever her next victim might have been, but that remained to be seen. For the evening, they were together, completely, permanently, and the only two people who knew of Mahiri's terrible demise, a cruel fate brought to her simply for the naga's own selfish satisfaction.