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Leof awoke with a splitting headache. The knight groaned and sat up in bed, its cheap frame creaking. What a night that had been: eating, drinking, telling tall tales, drinking some more, and cavorting with the locals. He smiled at the thought of that last part, especially with the faint memories that surfaced of a close encounter with some sort of feline woman who had been as feminine as feline. The thought of her curvy, white furred form alleviated his aching head and caused warmth to rise in his chest while he thought of her chest. She had been well endowed and had been more than willing to let him feel her up.

Leof's smile deepened and then slipped away into a frown. Him, sleeping with some feline female he had just met? No, he was a knight and he had honor and values and virtues. Additionally, he was...well, he wasn't courting anyone just yet but he certainly hadn't courted a cat last night, especially a seductress as the one that existed in his mind seemed to be. Yes, in his mind, because he would never interact so flirtatiously with such a woman no matter how well endowed she was. His less scrupulous partner Goding maybe, but certainly not him.

He felt that warmth in his chest again and so he looked down at his bare breast. His frown deepened when he saw that there was a mark upon his chest, a crude, half finished tattoo in the shape of a V or a very amateur artist's portrayal of a bat from the front. He ran his fingers over the tattoo and wondered when it had got there. It had to have been last night and yet no memory stirred of such an event. Did this meager village even have such an artist? Maybe a passerby had done the deed, but Leof normally wouldn't agree to such a thing. The knight sighed and rubbed his still aching head. Just how much had he had to drink?

"Ah, you're finally up!"

Leof looked up and saw Goding standing at the door. The older knight was already dressed and looked much more awake than Leof.

"I think you outdrank me!" Goding chuckled, then wagged a gloved finger at Leof. "No drinking today though. We have preparations to make for--"

"I know, I know," Leof sighed. "For the quest."

"The quest!" Goding exclaimed, causing Leof to wince. "A real quest to hunt down--"

"Sedire, the dread demon of desire," Leof muttered.

"Och, you're grumpy today," Goding said. "You were more excited about this than I was yesterday. What's gotten into you?"

"I..." Leof murmured, scratching idly at the tattoo on his chest. "I just feel a little off. Goding, was..."

He paused and his partner looked at him quizzically.

"What?" Goding said.

"Was there a cat woman there last night?" Leof asked.

"Cat woman? Like one of the cat folk?" Goding shook his head. "No, not that I saw."

Leof let out a sigh of relief.

"How come?" Goding wondered, raising an eyebrow and smiling. "Got into something I should know about?"

"No!" Leof said. "No, of course not."

"Of course not!" Goding laughed. "Well, when you feel like telling me the whole story, let me know. Until then, I'll be out." He patted the weapon at his side. "Got to sharpen my sword at the smithy. That demon won't know what hit him."

"Her," Leof said as his chest warmed up.

"What?"

"The demon is a--" Leof shook his head. "Never mind."

"Okay then," Goding said, giving Leof an odd glance. He nodded towards the corner of the room where a large basin of water resided. "Bath is ready for you if you need to wash away some of that mead. Don't worry." Goding winked. "I didn't use it yet."

"I'm not sure whether that's a good thing or not," Leof grumbled.

"Oh, it's definitely a good thing," Goding chuckled. "Get some more rest if you need it, lad. We've got a long trek to start tonight." He waved a hand as he opened the door. "I'll be back."

With that, Goding left. It was only when the door had creaked shut that Leof hopped out of bed. As he idly scratched at his chest, he noticed he was naked. Where was his underwear? Had the feline female made off with that?

No, he chided himself as soft white fur began to grow over his chest in patches. No, because she had never been here. He had--

Well, what had he done last night? There had been drinking, cavorting, the telling of tall tales but all of that was vague, no different than any other drunken night of pleasure. There was something he was missing, he was sure of it.

He snarled in annoyance, baring teeth that were being to sharpen and shrink slightly. He could usually remember something specific about such nights, but all that came to mind was that female feline with her firm breasts and wide hips and that sultry purr she had whenever she was aroused, a purr that aroused Leof then and now, his penis stiffening as he thought of her.

Leof growled again and grit his more fanglike teeth together. Why was he thinking of her again and why was he aroused? He liked women, sure, but he liked human women, not frisky felines. He shook his head, unnoticing as the fur continued to spread down his chest, slowly softening his muscles and causing his waist to gently ache as it was pressed inward slightly. He glanced towards the basin. Perhaps he did need a bath to wash these strange thoughts away.

The knight meandered towards the basin, the warmth at his chest spreading to suffuse the rest of his body. He hardly questioned it since it felt fine to him, the warmth welcome in an otherwise chilly morning. In fact as he stood over the basin and looked into his reflection, he was a little loathe to step into it. Not only did he know the water had to have become cold since Goding had ordered it in, another thought sprang to mind.

Cats don't like baths.

Leof paused. From his experience with cats, he agreed with that thought, but what did that have to do with him? He neither was a cat nor was he currently trying to force one to bathe. He frowned as the thoughts of that curvy cat came to mind once more, except this time she wasn't standing before him naked and sultry, but sitting in some sort of spring, smiling seductively while her breasts bobbed in the bubbling water. He shivered, growing warmer and also more aroused, soft white fur now starting to spread down his limbs.

What was up with this damn woman? Why did she linger so strongly in her mind even though he didn't even know her name? Except...

Except he did know her name? Not at the moment, but it was there somewhere in his muddled mind...or was it on the tip of his tongue? He licked his thinning tongue against his growing fangs and scowled. There was nothing there. No name, no cat, just him, Leof, a knight who needed to cleanse his mind.

He tentatively lifted a foot and dipped it into the basin, hissing and jumping away when he felt how cool the water was. He frowned and put his hands on his hips as they subtly expanded outwards. The knight winced, but shrugged his slimming shoulder as the fur washed over them. It was just some cold water. Sure, his body was aching strangely and he did feel a little warm, but he wasn't a scaredy cat. Yes, he wasn't afraid of any water.

Leof bent over and gripped the edge of the basin, nails digging into its wooden surface as they extended into short claws. He looked into the surface of his water and for a moment swear he saw that feline female smiling seductively back. In the next, the mirage vanished and he was looking at himself, a strong knight with a look of defiance in his eyes. Still, he frowned when he saw the tattoo that marked his furry chest. Was it more solid than the first time he had seen it? No, he had just been groggy then. The V was still there and now--like always, he reminded himself--there was a circle above it right on his collar bone. His attention was pulled away from it, however, as his gaze lowered down to his furred stomach. He lifted a hand and rubbed at it, feeling how soft and smooth it was. Where was his muscles? Had he really drank that much alcohol? But no--he didn't have a belly, but a smooth stomach. Perhaps it was too much elven wine...

Whatever the case, he shook his head and stepped into basin, hissing again as his feet were submerged in the cool water. He shivered and made himself slowly sit down in the basin sighing as the water came up to his chest. He felt his nipples stiffen and harden, but he ignored the odd feelings, instead sighing as he stretched out his furred feet in the basin. His legs ached awfully and it felt right to curl and uncurl his toes as the littlest toe shrank away while the others grew to similar sizes. Pads grew under his toes and upon the soles of his feet as they shrank slightly and the nails on his toes grew out into proper claws. He yowled as his heels abruptly arched, lifting higher so his digits primarily pressed against the ground. He endured it all, wondering if he had been doing some wild running last night or what, the aching somewhat subsiding as the fur ran up and over his legs, three black stripes forming each upon his thinner calves and another three each etching into the fur on his thighs as they thickened. The changing knight sighed and sat back, closing his eyes just as his hips lurched and pulled apart. He grimaced and promised himself not to drink so much the night before embarking on a quest. He hoped he wouldn't lag behind Goding because of it. The older knight would probably make fun of him for it.

Leof smiled at the thought of some banter with his good friend and companion, but the image that came to mind was that curvy cat again, sitting back and enjoying herself in the water. He snarled, clenching his hands as white fur covered them completely, rough hands softening and his fingers thinning and becoming slender while leathery pads grew over her palms. The rest of his arms were soon covered by the white fur as well, two sets of three black stripes forming below and above her elbows on either arm. His hard-earned muscle shrank away on both his arms and legs in favor of toned, slender limbs.

The fur started to cover his crotch and he felt a jolt of arousal as his cock went fully erect. Still thinking of that accursed cat, he snarled in annoyance. Why did he find her so attractive, so enticing? He liked--

Cats.

He blinked. It was true but...he did like cats. What was so wrong with liking this feline female then? What was wrong with her?

Or was there something wrong with him?

He shook his head and his ears wiggled as they began to ascend. He was still a little fuzzy from last night and a bit cold from the water, but he was mostly fine. He just needed to relax, get the cat out of his mind, and focus on the task ahead.

But did he want her out of his mind? No, not really. She was actually quite cute and he couldn't get the image of her bust out of his mind. Her breasts were round and perky and were just the right size for her lithe, curvy frame, just the right size for--

Him.

He shivered at this, thighs thickening even further as he rubbed them together. He was hot now, ready and aroused, and he brought a hand down between his legs to feel at his stiff shaft. He pulled his hand away before he did so much as caress its length. Something was wrong with what he intended to do. He had to save himself for someone else--no, something else. He needed a...he needed a--

Pussy.

He moaned softly, ears growing large, longer and triangular in shape as fur spread over them, their surface white except for their black tips. The image of that certain pussy's puffy slit flashed in his mind. He imagined himself pressing his length against her nether lips and feeling her moan and writhe against him even as he moaned and shook, the tip of a black striped feline tail sneaking out of the base of his spine. He thought of feeling up her breasts, their soft squishiness contrasted by the stiffness of her pink, prominent nipples. Then he was inside her, the feline female yowling and beating her wings as Leof was now the one with something inside him. He didn't mind though--it felt right for him to be the one riding the man, hissing and mewling as he bounced up and down on that stiff shaft, breasts jiggling and tail swaying in excitement. He beat his wings in anticipation of an upcoming orgasm. Even if he had a pussy and tits, he was still in charge, riding the man like only a knight could, like only a--

"No!" Leof shouted, standing up in the bath. He shivered, wrapped his arms around his chest as he stared accusingly at his turgid penis. What was he doing thinking about sex and pleasure when he should be preparing for the toils ahead? He had already had his fun last night. He sighed. So much for a bath.

He stepped out of the basin thought to lick himself. He shook his head, grabbed a towel, and began to dry himself off. Or rather, he tried to dry himself off, but it was easier said than done with his newfound fur.

"This is why cats don't like baths," he snarled to himself, pausing at the thought. It was a strange thing to say, but before he could think much on it, the image of that certain curvy cat came to mind again. She--

He blinked and continued to try to dry off his fur while his brown hair brightened to red and grew down to his shoulders and a bit beyond. Did that cat woman have wings? Had she always had wings? And that rune on her breast, it seemed so familiar and yet its meaning eluded him. What sort of cat folk had wings? Did that mean she was some sort of d--

Leof suddenly felt warmth surge through his body as fur spread up his face. It felt off, but when he looked into the water all he saw was his fuzzy face and his catlike ears twitching with curiosity. Everything looked right to him, at least until his fur stood on end and fluffed out momentarily before settling just as quickly. Leof dropped the towel in shock. When he touched at his slender arms with dainty hands, he felt that his fur was dry now which was--

Good.

Good. Yes, it meant he could put his clothing and armor on now. Except, he felt like he was missing something. He screwed his face up, his jaw aching as it began to stretch forward into a feline proto muzzle. His nose shifted along with it, becoming pink and leathery as it flattened out to conform to his new snout. Behind him his tail stretched out longer and when he felt it brush against the ground. He jumped, then looked over his shoulder and laughed.

Forget something? How could he have forgotten his tail? He laughed and meandered towards where his gear was stowed, his steps natural despite his altered stance. His hips swayed as he walked and they even stretched a little wider apart while he shivered as fur spread down his back and over his butt. It tickled a bit, but he ignored it as he glanced at his gear. He stroked his chin as he considered what to put on first as his snout stretched to complete, a full feline muzzle that tickled a bit while whiskers grew out of either side of it. He grabbed his leather trousers and stepped into them, frowning as he pulled them up. They fit very loosely on his hips, but more concerning was how obviously his cock pressed against its confines. He stared pointedly at it and shook his head and was immediately a little relieved when his penis started to soften. Not just soften, but shrivel and shrink, his likewise shriveling testicles drawing tight against his white furred crotch. He hardly cared, however, instead reaching for his tunic next. He frowned as he turned it over in his hands. It looked so--

Unrevealing.

He nodded at this. Yes, it would cover up too much, but what other choice did he have. Going around topless and showing all the boys his titties? As if!

The cat paused at this. His titties? He didn't have any breasts, nor "titties", not now, not ever, not--

Yet.

The cat shivered, his manhood shrinking even further as thought of that feline's breasts came to mind. He had been admiring them before, hadn't he and what had been wrong with that? Nothing, that's what. He hadn't wanted to feel them then and he wanted to feel them now, except now...now he wanted to feel them on him, on his chest, full, firm perky breasts that would jiggle when he breathed and that was fine because he...she was a woman, right?

Right?

The cat pondered this, letting out a moan as her shaft sank into freshly formed feminine folds, netherlips eagerly accepting what remained of her masculinity. Her shriveled testicles were next to go, the cat's crotch tingling with arousal as her insides churned. Her tail stretched to its full length while her newfound inner passage formed, burrowing deeper and deeper within her until it met the opening to her expanding womb. She shivered and felt her pussy pulse as her arousal spiked, a warm wetness trickling down her thighs. When she looked down, she saw no trace of a masculine bulge, only female flatness and when she pulled her trousers down slightly she saw her feminine mound and its pink lipped pussy. She brought a pawlike hand to her slit and teased it with a finger, shivering at the sensation. Gods, she was already wet and ready and there was no one around but her. At least she knew she was female. She laughed--of course she was a woman!

She looked back to her gear and thought about grabbing a belt, but no. She needed some protection, especially for her chest. The cat grabbed her chainmail shirt and it felt heavier in her hands. Had it always been such a burden? Did she really needed to wear it?

Yes, because she was a knight, right? She nodded, then paused. Was she really? Something told her yes, but a silkier, more seductive voice told her no. She mewled with uncertainty and felt warmth in her upper chest. Her nipples, hidden beneath her soft white fur, poked out prominently as they stiffened and thickened along with her areolas. Fat suffused the flesh beneath her nipples, causing it to press out into teardrop shaped mounds.. She panted, pink tongue licking at her fangs as she lifted her chainmail shirt above her head. She slipped into it, shivering at the feeling of cold metal on her soft fur. Still, the warmth remained at her chest, the female feline moaning as her breasts grew and grew, her pleasured pants broken by a surprised hiss as her nipples chafed against the metal links.

The cat frowned and put her hands on her hips, wondering what she'd been thinking putting her chainmail on before her padding. Hadn't she trained for this? Wasn't she used to putting on her gear? No, because--

Because she wasn't a knight. She was...she was...

Her pants slipped and she let them fall down her shapely hips. Her tail swayed from side to side as she pondered what, no, who she was. While her front continued to swell, so did her rear start, her butt growing plumper and more pleasing to the eye as she continued to question herself. She knew who she was, she really did, but it felt like a cat had her tongue. She giggled and winced, stiff nipples brushing pleasurably yet painfully against her armor. She looked down and watched her chest rise, her burgeoning breasts visible beneath the chain shirt. She looked a little up and gasped when she saw something familiar on her upper chest where the chain shirt's collar dipped low, and it wasn't her cleavage. No, it was a tattoo, a pattern in her fur that looked like a red V with three stripes on each side like her fur and an equally red circle above that. She recognized it now, the symbol of Sedire, the demoness of desire who was--

Her. She blinked, her eyes brightening from green to yellow as her pupils shrank into catlike slits. At the same time, her breasts finished their growth into shapely, soft tits that felt right on her chest even if they were currently cruelly confined. Finally, the rest of her form filled out a little bit more, her hips widening slightly, her waist pressing in to complete her hourglass shape, and her rear swelling somewhat plumper. She was quite a curvy cat now, a pussy with a pussy with soft white fur and a nice rack. Her tattoo was a dark mark upon her otherwise white chest, a mark of who she was--Sedire.

That was right. She wasn't a knight, she certainly wasn't male, and that name that niggled at her mind wasn't hers either. She was Sedire, a succubus and by the gods was she horny. But there were things that she needed to tend to first, like her clothing. What was this outfit? A chain shirt hugging tightly against her girls and a pair of pants that couldn't hang on her hips even if they wanted to? She snorted. She could do better. Maybe a trip to the smithy and--

She shook her head. No, she didn't need to go to the smithy like Goding had. Goding...

She smirked and licked her lips as she thought of the man. She hoped he would be back soon. She especially hoped he had figured out his issues with his sword. He was going to need it, at least for their initial engagement. After that...well, she had something in mind for him. A more suitable partner after some fun.

Sedire laughed and turned her attention back to her garb. She could do much, much better. First, she pulled up her pants and managed to get them to rest somewhat on her hips even if her butt and tail showed. She smiled, for this gave her an idea. She touched a hand to her pants and they flowed an infernal red. Quickly they began to shift, the material becoming a soft silk as the legs of the pants drifted away into dust while what remained reconfigured into a pair of red panties that fit snugly around the cat succubus's hips and feminine mound while doing little to hide her plump rump. She tapped her chain shirt next and it sparked with that same scarlet light. Most of it fell away at once, dissolving into scarlet sparks before what remained in the upper chest reshaped into a padded red bra that comfortably cupped her tits while leaving them mostly exposed, the cups of her new lingerie stylized shining scarlet metal. It was impractical armor, but it already did a better job of protecting her breasts than the chain shirt had. Her poor girls still ached and chafed a little, but there was another reason why her nipples pressed stiffly in their cups, the same reason why she why she rubbed her legs together excitedly. She was a succubus, after all.

As if on cue, the door opened. Sedire turned her head to see Goding step in holding a sheathed sword in hand.

"Leof!" he said, holding out the weapon. "You have to see..."

He paused and stared at the busty feline in front of him. Sedire smiled at him as he looked over every aspect of her, the seductive succubus folding her arms under her breasts to give him a better view.

"You...aren't Leof," Goding murmured as the door closed shut behind him.

"That's right," Sedire purred, sauntering up to the man.

"You're..." Goding tilted his head. "You're that cat Leof was talking about, aren't you?"

"One and the same," Sedire said.

"I wondered why he..." Goding's words trailed away as Sedire placed her hands on the scabbarded sword and bent down to lick at the blade. The knight raised an eyebrow.

"Oh," he said. "You're one of those girls, are you?" He chuckled. "Funny, I didn't think that was his type."

"Is it yours?" Sedire asked, batting her eyes at him and swaying her tail to and fro.

"Any girl is my type," Goding said. "And you..." he let the sword drop to the ground, neither party flinching as it clanged loudly. "Are no exception."

"Good to know," Sedire said. She put her hands on his shoulders just as he embraced her and a second later mouth met muzzle. Sedire began to purr as they passionately kissed, the taller knight sliding his hands up her waist before he touched her chest. The feline succubus moaned into his mouth as he unclasped her bra and discarded it before he squeezed at her swollen breasts. She tugged on his shoulders and they swung around, her back to the door now. She pushed forward and he followed her guidance until he fell back onto his bed. The succubus broke away momentarily, allowing him just enough time to quickly tug his boots and belt off. As his pants fell around his ankles, Sedire was upon the man again, purring and licking at his face as she reached into his underwear, her hand wrapping around a swiftly stiffening cock.

"Ooh, frisky!" Goding said, shooting Sedire a lustful glance. Sedire returned his gaze, her eyes glowing yellow as she stripped off her panties, the garment already sticky and slick with her erotic excitement. She threw it away, as she maneuvered to mount him. The cat hissed and licked at his face, enjoying the look of dazed lust in his eyes just as much as she enjoyed the moans from him as she played with his penis. Her wet slit was so close to his hard member and yet she didn't thrust herself upon him yet. She shivered in anticipation, letting him squeeze and grope at her breasts as she worked a spell. Her hands momentarily flashed crimson red and then she was upon him, riding him, bouncing up and down on his stiff member while he laid down against the bed and clutched at its sheets, the knight not noticing the grey fur spreading up his arms. The succubus screeched and felt pressure build in her shoulder blades as the knight's cock kept entering her slick slit, easily sliding in and out of her warm, welcoming inner passage . She panted hotly, bending down to meet muzzle to mouth again with the moaning man while the pressure continued to build as she rode him. Soon, however, their facial contact was increasingly as his face started to shift. Short, soft grey fur formed over his softening features, overriding his beard and leaving his visage soft and smooth. His pink furred ears grew larger and rounder as they shifted slightly higher upon his head, while his already existing hair's hue shifted to a light pink before spilling down his shoulders now long and messy. Sedire felt his face press out into hers as it became a short and pointed rodent snout with a twitching pink nose at its end. He seemed not to care, even as his moans raised in pitch and started to sound more squeaky than manly.

Sedire smiled, pleased with the progress and even more pleased with how he felt inside her. She couldn't get enough of it and so she quickened her pace, though there was still some of his clothing getting in the way of other amorous activities. Her hands briefly glowed as she touched at his garments and in the next moment they were gone, dissolving into scarlet sparks that drifted away into nothingness. Now that he was completely naked before her, she placed her hands on his broad chest and felt those muscles melt away in favor furred, feminine softness, his sides tucking in as he shrank slightly, not that he cared. No, still locked in a kiss Sedire could see that he was dazed by the sensation of sex and change, just as she planned. She fed on his excitement and contentment, that pressure building in her shoulder blades. She was so close, but not quite there yet.

She pulled her head away and giggled down at the mouse headed man as she felt the hands that squeezed at her breasts soften, rough, manly hands traded for smaller, softer rodent paws that were still quite capable of squeezing at stiff, sensitive nipples. The changing man's efforts remained the same even as the strength left his arms, Sedire soaking it all in, that delectable human male essence that was fueling her growing power. She thrust herself upon him hard and he bucked his hips, hips that widened as thighs thickened and legs shrank slighter and more slender below. Those toes of his that clenched and unclenched at the sheets soon became somewhat stuck on them as their nails grew slightly out and the digits grew longer and thinner. He gained a little cushioning too as his rear grew out round and plump, a fuzzy pink tail snaking out just above it and swaying in excitement along with Sedire's own. The changing man lifted his rodentine head and looked up at Sedire lustfully, two teeth poking prominently out of a mousey muzzle that he tried to speak with, but all that came out were pleased squeaks. Sedire smiled down at him and poked his pink nose before she went back to riding him again. He shuddered, lying back down and close his eyes as he shrank a little further, no longer a large, hardened man but instead a very feminine looking mouse with long, messy hair, her slender body covered completely in grey fur save for the pink on her ears, stomach, and crotch. He became even more feminine as his chest began to swell with every thrust of his cock into her, starting as small, barely noticeable mounds before they swelled larger and larger, becoming small, sweet breasts that still managed to jiggle when he shuddered. Sedire gave his breasts the attention they deserved, tweaking his nipples and squeezing the soft furred flesh, causing the mouse to squeak out moans that sounded nothing like the man he once was.

That last bit of change was enough for Sedire, and she yowled in pleasure as red bat like wings burst from her back. They flapped in synch with her movements, the tattoo upon her chest glowing crimson as she bounced up and down faster and faster. Now that was out of the way, she could get to the real fun.

They went at it like animals, writhing and squealing and mewling; and Sedire hardly cared whether anyone heard their cries, or the creaks of the bed. In truth, she hoped someone did, someone who might come by later to check what that noise was all about. She would be ready for them and so would her little mouse too, after he was completely converted.

Luckily for her, pleasure and change came quickly. The mouse stiffened beneath her just he entered her again. In the next moment, he squeaked and shuddered as his seed spilled into her. Sedire gasped and mewled, her climax upon her as she felt him fill her, inner walls hungrily clamping down a cock that shriveled and shrank as it seemingly spilled out every last bit of its cum into her. He kept cumming and the succubus kept enjoying it. She could taste the last of his masculinity, will, and that pesky identity drain away and she loved it. She consumed a few years of his too, leaving the new female a decade younger. Sedire couldn't get enough of his essence, but alas there is an end to all things. She shuddered when she felt it slip out of her slit, the feline falling to the side of the panting mouse. Though the pleasure nearly eclipsed everything else, she still stared in amusement as the once man's penis shriveled in what was a nubby clit nestled between her furred, pink feminine lips. What was once a bulky man in his mid 30s was now a younger, slender, messy-haired mouse girl smaller than Sedire who touched nervously at her own tender tits. Sedire giggled and lowered a hand between the new mouse girl's legs. The mouse squeaked and looked uncertainly at the seductress. She was the smaller one now and yet she didn't seem scared, but pleased if a bit timid at the attention. Sedire giggled as she brushed her fingers over the new slit, Sedire satisfied to feel that it was already warm and wet. She dipped one finger into the glistening slit and the mouse moaned.

"O-oh..." she murmured. "That was...that was..." She blinked her eyes, her pupil turning pink while her sclera went black. "W-wonderful, mis...mistress?"

Sedire smirked and withdrew her finger before tracing a pattern just above the mouse's pussy. The mouse squirmed as a familiar image branded itself into her fur, the symbol of Sedire. The mouse looked down at it and then back to the cat succubus and smiled shyly.

"T-thank you, mistress," she said, nose twitching nervously as she brushed a strand of her hair away from her face. "I-I'm..." She squeaked. "Yours? Y-yes!" She nodded emphatically. "Y-yours to do with as you w-wish, Sedire!"

"Is that so?" Sedire asked, tweaking both of the mouse's nipples at once as she flapped her wings.

"Y-yes, mistress!" the mouse squeaked, trembling. "O-of course."

"Very good," Sedire said. "Because I'm going to need your help."

"M-my help?" the mouse whimpered, sitting up on the bed.

"Yes," Sedire said, stepping off the bed. She rubbed her thighs together and felt some of the former man's male essence run down her legs. Though she had just been satisfied, she could feel that need welling up between her legs again. Fortunately, there would be more than enough individuals to satisfy that need. She scratched at her tattoo and turned her back to the mouse. She smiled, for she could feel the rodent's eyes on her tight rear. She swayed her tail over it teasingly and looked over her shoulder.

"Well?" she asked.

"B-but--"

"You're a good girl, aren't you?" Sedire murmured.

"Y-yes, but--"

"A slutty, sexy girl who knows how to satisfy just about anyone?"

"W-well, yes but--"

"Good," Sedire said, turning around and black her hands on her hips. She leaned forward, her chest jiggling enticing in front of the mouse's eyes. "Because this is a big inn and I'm going to need all the help I can get. I can't be the only one having fun if you know what I mean." She winked. "Do you?"

The mouse nodded and looked a little hopeful. Sedire smiled, showing off her fangs.

"It's going to be a long night," Sedire purred, crawling back on the bed on her knees. "But it's only morning." She stood on her knees and spread her legs, pointing to her puffy pussy. "How about we pass some time?"

"Y-yes!" the mouse squeaked eagerly, crawling forward to eagerly lap at the feline's folds. Sedire shuddered and she grinned, stroking her pet's head. She thought of all those who she had drank and ate with, those she had told tall tales to, and especially those she had cavorted with. So many of them and yet she was certain she could satisfy herself on all of them. She purred, her tattoo glowing brighter and brighter as the mouse continued to eat her out. She moaned and squeezed one of her breasts.

This was going to be fun.