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Mahiri was an ambush predator, or at least her ancestors had been, some dozens of generations ago. A leopard like her was all about stealth, about carefully creeping into position through subtlety and camouflage in order to execute the perfect strike on her unaware prey. That meant she was built for silence, not for stamina. If all went well, she didn't have to exert herself with a protracted chase. That was all how she would have rationalized how winded she was anyway, puffing her way through the darkened trees, the moonlight guiding her keen nightvision. All the panting was serving to make her much more obvious, and with fatigue came heavier steps as she staggered through the brush, snapping twigs and breaking off low-hanging tree limbs when her naked form collided with them. The wobbly feeling in her knees told her she couldn't go much longer.

Her bare fur protected her at least somewhat as those branches beat against her body like she was being flogged. She'd left her clothes somewhere far behind, torn to rags in his grasp. Now his scent was the only thing that covered her, clinging to her body even after such brief contact with her hunter. Every breath she took made it feel like he was close, practically breathing down her neck, but when she turned to look the forest was empty. She sensed his presence from every angle. The wind rustling through the leaves sounded like a thousand hisses. But try as she did to catch even the slightest hint of his slithering pursuit, and she could hear nothing. He was as invisible as a shadow in the night.

Then there was the heat. The evening carried a humid breeze across her exposed form, raising the fur on her neck, but she was far from chilled. Her whole body was blazing hot as if she were a living furnace, her breath visibly steaming through the night air as she beat her fumbling retreat. There was the fear, the primal urge to get away from her relentless pursuer, and then there was something more instinctual than that. Her body ached with feral need, leaving her muscles tense, her chest tight, the constant urge to growl tickling the back of her throat. By then her pussy was soaking, and each time she breathed the lingering traces of the serpent's scent, she got a little warmer. A clenching, dripping need like raging flame went beyond simple desire. Even as she fled the source of her lust, she felt such urges as to be almost immobilizing, her thighs trembling as the comparatively cool air passed over the sleek and shining folds of her puffy sex. A brief slip of her willpower would have been all it took to leave her a writhing, yowling mess on the ground, rolling around in the sheer instinctual demand to breed with the most potent male she could find. It didn't matter if he wasn't her species.

Maybe it was time to resort to one of the classic leopard tactics. Those trees looked climbable. It wasn't going to be easy when she was fatigued like that, but it was better than continuing on until she collapsed. She allowed herself just a moment of rest to recover while she considered her options. That was all it took. He must have been on her heels, yet somehow hidden right until that very moment. A few seconds to cease her retreat, and he was upon her. She hardly realized he was about to strike until it was much too late. A flash of motion out of the very corner of her eye set off her instincts, but rather than enable her to dodge or strike before he did, they just caused her to freeze in place. She was not unlike an animal her ancestors might have hunted, so long ago, left too stunned by the presence of a stronger, more deadly predator that she couldn't even begin to respond. It wasn't until his muscular coils were wrapped around her waist, already set to enveloping her thighs and her belly, squishing beneath her breasts to lift her from the forest floor, that she finally made a sound. A scream became a pained yowl as he sunk his fangs into the side of her throat, leaving her with the distinct sensation of something entering her bloodstream. The hunt was already over at that point. He had won.

Not that she was going to give up so easily. She refrained from struggling too wildly while his fangs were in her flesh, but as soon as he removed them to lick over the small wounds, she was wriggling and fighting with all her might. The solid green and black scales of the powerful anaconda weren't yielding to her claws or teeth, but it didn't mean she didn't try. He probably wouldn't have been satisfied if she didn't. The snake didn't even respond to her attacks, even as she slashed and bit at any part of him in range, instead content to continue coiling her until he had her confined in his deadly embrace, clenching her thighs together, squishing just beneath her breasts, drawing some but not all the air out of her lungs. Her breaths came raspy and quivering, not just for the pressure, but for the looming presence of someone so deadly, so dangerous, holding on to her and refusing to let go. She'd seen the look in his eyes when the hunt began. She knew what he wanted.

"There you are, my lovely kitten." He spoke his words as if hissing directly into her mind. She could feel his wet tongue flickering just at the edge of her ear, leaving her feeling wet all over. Her juices were still running down the inside of her thighs, dripping onto those bulky coils that gripped her so tightly. "How does it feel to know you've been caught? That you did all you could to flee from me, even with such a generous head start, and I have tracked you down anyway? You, the big cat, made helpless by the snake ..."

She didn't have a response for him other than a deep snarl. His grip was too tight for her to squirm much, but that didn't stop her from flexing and pressing outwards on him, testing his strength with her own. The fatigue seemed to vanish from her body as soon as he'd pounced her, leaving her renewed and ready to struggle every step of the way. Some of her body wasn't yet wrapped up in his partly-suffocating coils. He'd quite strategically left her naked ass exposed, and his hands were soon upon her spotty rump, pressing deep until she could feel his claws pricking and even piercing her skin. A harsh grope had her tingling, even going numb, feeling him so greedily squeezing into those ample globes, working each cheek to the very deepest muscles like he was giving the most aggressive massage possible. Feeling her up was making him hiss out sharply, as if spitting.

"Yessss. Such a juicy ass on a soft little feline. I have been longing to claim you, Mahiri. Ever since I first laid eyes on your sultry spots." He leaned closer, dropping into an even lower register of his voice. His words were more felt than heard. "I want to make you mine, leopard. Tonight you will belong to me. For good."

"Archon ..." she whispered. She wasn't sure what she was getting at exactly. It was all she could think to say, gasping out his name while her air still lasted.

He was neither tightening his hold nor giving her any slack. His grip remained firm, letting her breath in shallow huffs, rattling as he stimulated her. He wouldn't let up. That ass was his, and he rubbed it until she could barely feel it. He didn't neglect her thighs either, working between them, taking a big squishy squeeze of the padding she had there. She wasn't exactly plump, but she had plenty of softness where it mattered, and he honed in on all of it. His attention brought some yowls out of her, some of those natural sounds that escaped her lips when he really dug deep into juicy parts of her. She could already feel his musk washing over her, clinging to her fur by mere presence. She didn't have to look back to know she was turning him on. His arousal was a wave of heat, cloaking her senses, bathing her fur, marking her without so much as touching her with anything more than his hands and his coils. She could feel the thicker half his lower body twitching, the throbs of arousal running through his sensed muscles, twitching from his body into hers.

Some simple groping wasn't going to satisfy him. His breath was oddly cool, at least compared to her own blazing body as he delved down, gusting along her spine with excited huffs. For all his deadly composure, he couldn't completely conceal his lust for her, allowing it to put a crack in his predatory demeanour. The way he had her all wrapped up in his coils just made her fat ass stick out all the more, and those spotty pillows were the perfect target for his face. He dipped down and delved in between them, letting them envelop his scaled muzzle while he held her hips in his hands, pulling her back against him. She had no choice but to smother him in rosetted booty, immersing him between her cheeks, letting him drag his tongue in between until he was dancing the forked tip over her hole. He lingered there, toying with her, tickling her, running around the outside of her rim until it was thoroughly slathered with his saliva. Every stroke felt better than a lick ought to have felt, enhanced by that something flowing through her veins, ensuring the slightest stimulation to all the tender spots beneath her tail was like an orgasm of its own, driving her to something like snarling, but less impressive, shrieking out as she got her ass eaten by the predatory serpent.

She was noisy enough from just a few slurps. When he stuck his tongue inside her she screamed like she was being murdered, letting the frightful sound echo out through the trees. There was no one around to hear it but for the owls on their branches and other creatures of the night. A few drops of rain pattered atop her head, or rolled down his scales, leaving him glistening in the moonlight as he hotly tonguefucked her with some primal plunges back and forth. His tongue pleasured her every bit as thoroughly as a pounding cock, leaving her clenching down while her juices kept flowing. They were getting thicker. With her legs locked together like that, the space between her thighs was nearly as wet as her cunt. That was something the snake certainly noticed when he wrenched his wriggling tongue from her contracting depths, flicking it between her legs for a thorough taste.

"The important thing, kitten," he started, straightening up, placing his head on her shoulder so he could lick at her bite mark. It had mostly sealed up, smoothed over by something black and glossy, though there was still a noticeable indent where his fangs had pierced her. " ... is that I claim every single part of you. I don't just want your pussy, your ass, your tits. Even your ears are mine ... "

He demonstrated with a solid bit to one of her perked ears, tugging it straight up in his clenching teeth before letting it flop back down, stinging.

"And your tail ..."

That meant wrapping her wriggling appendage around his hand, giving it a solid enough yank to milk another of those screechy sounds out of her.

"Even your pretty little paws."

His coils were thick and muscular, but he still had plenty of precision in the way he controlled them. He wriggled the very tip to the bottom of her exposed feet, tickling and massaging deep into those soft pads, making her curl her toes until her claws popped out. They didn't do her much good, no matter how she kicked or struggled. Biting her lip only got her so far before she was giggling out amid all her other harsher feline noises.

"And of course. These juicy thighs? They are alllll mine to savour and enjoy, however I please. I commend you for getting them nice and wet for me."

That was when she felt them. Not one, but a solid pair of rigid, soaking wet snake cocks. He ran them down the back of her thighs, moving from her butt, down to her knees, and then up again. She couldn't see them, but she could feel just how stiff they were, filled out to their fullest, already leaving ample strands of precum layered over her flattened fur. Every grind meant marking her just that much more, bathing her in a scent that might never wash from her fur. He painted her, connecting her spots to form little constellations of musky snakeseed, letting her glisten in his grip while he nibbled on her neck. That wasn't enough. Not for either of them. His cocks throbbed with such insistence, such urgency, spurting out another watery rope from each of them every time they twitched, and her sex remained swollen, puffy, sensitive to the slightest touch, to every little raindrop rolling down his scales that reached her sloppy pussy, her mouth open and her teeth bared as if to snarl, but no sound was coming out. She was frozen in the need to be taken, to be penetrated and bred, but he wouldn't give what she wanted. Not yet.

Instead he slipped snugly between her legs, pressing both cocks into the crevice of her thighs. His shafts slicked along the mess she'd made, gliding on silken fur, and he kept his coils locked around her legs to ensure they were tight around him as he thigh-fucked her in the rain. Every thrust was wetter than before. Some was for the constant oozing of her pussy, running rivers from those shining lips, coating his cocks in her liquid lust. Every drop was her way of calling for him when her voice failed, but let her marinate in that heightened state of absolute need, hissing in her ear, savouring her juicy legs as he pumped himself between them, spraying her down in pre that proved excessive. A regular male might have hoped to equal such a mess when he finished. And he hadn't even yet begun, already leaving her dripping to her toes in the richly masculine aroma of snake pre, letting it trickle all the way to her toes, squishing in the gaps between his clutching coils.

"I know how much you want me, prey." He put an especially deep emphasis on that word, letting it resonate from his chest and down her spine. "I will take you in time. But I want you to know first - I could end you any moment I wish."

He pulled his cocks away, letting them twitch up against his belly while he turned her in his coils. That meant she could finally face him. She'd laid eyes upon him before, but starting into the intensity of his dark visage, losing herself in his gaze, that was what truly rendered her silent. Fear unlike any that came before washed over her mind, leaving her frozen, rigid as if suddenly encased in ice. The rain fell heavier and heavier upon her face, picking up with each passing minute, but she hardly blinked. He put out an extended hiss, letting the wet sound spill over her face, his tongue flicking just short of touching her. She let warm saliva mix with cool precipitation, still roaring hot herself. The furnace within her wouldn't die, even as he started to squeeze. It was subtle at first, accompanied by a sound almost like shifting leather, but she felt him clamping down, tighter and tighter, bending her body in all manner of ways, making her joints feel loose as her limbs started to pop out of place. He wasn't crushing her, not yet, but constricting around her shoulders, her chest just below her breasts, her waist and legs, it all had her less able to squirm, and breathe, shuddering is raspy gasps as she tried not to suffocate.

Leaning even closer, he let his lips press against hers, laying a gentle kiss on her as he squeezed her. His eyes remained locked with hers. She did her best to match his unblinking stare, but she was a mammal. Once she started closing her eyes, she could barely open them again. Her eyelids fluttered as her head began to spin. He curled the very tip of his tail up over her shoulder, running her through her hair, and then slipped it right around her plush white throat. That sent her from barely breathing to not getting any air at all, and she was left to shudder helplessly as he strangled her, second by second closer to complete unconsciousness. Her pretty green eyes rolled back, her jaw fell open, and her whole expression became glazed and dull. She felt herself liberated from all sensation but that of falling, her thoughts blurring to distorted dreams full of nonsense, hardly aware of what was happening to her. It would have only taken a few more seconds for him to render her utterly limp in his coils, a little more pressure to crush her ribs, but he stopped just short of that.

He halted just as she reached the peak of emptiness, relinquishing his hold so that she could wheeze her way to consciousness once more. She flopped about in his loose grip, desperately gasping, refilling her lungs with that lush, rainy air as quickly as she could. He allowed her a few seconds of that sweet refreshing rest, but he had more plans for her. A little turn of his coils, and he bent her down, forcing her open mouth just in front of his attentive cocks. He could have facefucked her right then, taking advantage of her open mouth, but instead he just planted her muzzle right between his shafts, letting them spread their juices on her cheeks while she smothered in his slit. There was air there too, but it was more fragrant, thickened by the rich perfume of his reptilian scent. If she wanted to breathe, she was going to breathe of him, inhaling pure snake with every puff, swallowing it all down until it was all she could think about. There was something so sinful, so succulent about his purely masculine musk, drowning her senses and clouding her thoughts, turning her into an animal driven only by instinct. She needed more of his scent, no matter how potent, how intoxicating it was.

It wasn't even a matter of asking her, nor demanding she worship him. It came naturally to her, simply by being immersed in his musk for a short time. Panting so rapidly meant she got overdosed faster than usual, driving her from desperate to feral with her desire and admiration for him. Once she caught her breath, she could start sniffing, drawing deep huffs to fill her lungs and hold it there as if he were her drug of choice, exhaling smoothly, hotly, steaming up his scales with the sheer heat of her breath. She tasted him too, working her tongue along his slit as if to eat it out, swiping up and down, pressing inwards just a little, mopping up every single drop of juices she could possibly take from him. When she was done with that, she got to work on his cocks, turning her muzzle to the side, dancing along their surface with her tingly tongue. With others, she was careful when doing such a thing, working gently so as not to overwhelm her partners with the texture. She gave him no such mercy. Her tongue dragged harshly while she used the full extent of her scratchy slurps to stimulate him to somewhere beyond throbbing, leaving him hissing out as his twitches moved up and down his entire body, from head to the tip of his tail.

Maybe he had underestimated her just a little. The rain was picking up. It was no longer a drizzle on his back while she sampled him, but a steady downpour that drummed upon the leaves and grass, pattering over his scales, weighing down her crimson hair as it got soaked to the scalp. The dye held, but her face was mostly concealed by those straightened locks, hanging down long enough to serve as a partial cloak, if needed. She didn't let mere weather distract her from her purpose. She licked between his dicks and along each of them, working to catch every detail, every little ridge. The only thing that could break her concentration was the thought of having those inside of her. She trembled slightly as she danced along their tips, sucking down their musky offering, audibly gulping once enough welled up in her throat. That was a good start, but she craved so much more of his essence. She wanted it all inside of her, and what began as a skillful licking turned wetter, sloppier, less controlled as she basted him in her saliva. Her mouth was as wet as her pussy, shining his scales to a sheen as she coated each of his cocks in the juices of her hungry need.

"Such a cute little muzzle ... " came his hiss, nearly spitting on her with the wetness of his words. "Let me feel those lips wrapped around me. How much can you take?"

He suspended her there, letting her legs dangle from his coils, his grip mainly on her waist. Her arms were at her side as before, to ensure she was helpless to defend herself from either end. The nimble tip of his tail was perfect for stroking up between her thighs, sliding slickly on the flood that was her lust for him. He penetrated her at last, if not in the way she longed for, stuffing her full of his scaly tail, letting the texture send her straight to overstimulation. She broke her silence all at once, screaming out again, shrieking her delight to finally feel him fucking her, clenching down upon his tail as tightly as she would a cock. He hardly needed to move at all. The natural clamp of her need was pleasuring them both, succulent with the slickest sounds, schlurping lewdly as he fucked her with a muscular plunge of his coils. Leaning down once more, he cupped her chin, letting her snarl right into his mouth as he fearlessly laid a kiss upon her lips.

"Such lovely noises you make, kitten. Now, be silent."

He shoved her head back down and pointed his shafts towards her. All it took to shut her up was a single thrust. He caught the tips of both his cocks along the curve of her lower lip, gliding and glossing along until he could penetrate her mouth. Such a stuffing meant her cheeks were bulging with the sheer girth he was shoving inside of her, letting her nearly drown in his taste, flooding her senses all at once. Licking him was one thing. Getting his cocks pushed into her throat, letting them overwhelm her palate as he rubbed them deep into her tongue, that was enough to leave her incoherent with intoxication, savouring his musky taste, letting him facefuck her without so much as a mewl of protest, at least at first. She was unresponsive for a few seconds, recovering in time to start sucking while he spitroasted her, pumping her from both sides at once to make every thrust pound all the harder. If she was making any noise, it wasn't audible over the pouring rain and the raucous glurks echoing out of her throat, accompanied by the constant wet slide of rough scales over the tense inner folds of her cunt.

Her flexible feline spine was a blessing while he ravaged her. If she wasn't so durable, she might not have stood up to being compressed like that, folded and held firm in his coils while she did her best to keep up with him. She could only suck so quickly, gulping down every drop she gave him, taking deep swigs of all that precum until she could feel it sloshing around in her belly, warming her from within. His coils remained firm around her middle, ensuring she wasn't going anywhere, forcing her to endure every breathless moment of that slick tailfuck even when the pleasure proved too much for her to even bear. She curled her toes, kicked her legs, lashed her tail around like a fuzzy whip, but none of it did anything to slow him. He worked his body in rhythmic undulations, rolling like a crashing wave, thrusting down her bulging throat while she struggled just to fit all that girth in her mouth without unhinging her jaw. There was soreness and discomfort to go with letting him take her, but she still refused to complain, swallowing and servicing him from the very tip right down to the base, kissing her lips against his cockslit with his every downstroke.

The only problem was the lack of air. Mahiri could take a lot, but she still did have to breathe something other than pure snake cock. She swallowed as best she could, but her suckles were slowing, her eyes fluttering once again. Her head slumped down against him as if to pass out, only to snap back up as a shock ran through her. She reacted as if electrified, clamping down on his tail as she erupted to a sudden climax. It had been building inside her for a while, but it was as if he'd simply pressed a button and told her it was time for her to cum for him. She squirted into the storm just as lightning crackled above them. Perhaps they'd summoned it with their feral courtship. It felt right. The rumble of thunder that followed shortly after shook the trees, providing the perfect backdrop for Archon to finally bottom out and fill the feline with his seed. His cocks contracted, twitched, and then bulged with the sheer volume pumping through them, spurting in unison, shooting cum down the gushing kitty's gullet without a lick of hesitance.

She'd already been guzzling, but she had to renew her efforts just to keep ahead of the rich flow she felt pouring towards her belly. Her gulping went from eager to something more like desperate, working as rapidly as she could to sufficiently consume those throat-bulging gobs of snake jizz. There was winning such a race. She was overflowing in seconds, letting it well up and pour from her open lips, even from her nose when the pressure had nowhere else to go. That ensured she was deeply imbued with his musk, his mark. His scent would never leave her nose after that. She'd smell him for weeks, no matter how the rain poured upon her, no matter how much she bathed. But just to make absolutely certain she carried his essence with her everywhere she went, he pulled out before he was done, positioned her in his coils, and pointed his ejaculating cocks right at her pretty face.

Cum was thicker than water, and the growing downpour could hardly wash away the streaks of hot snake cream decorating her features. He blew in her face until she was wearing a hot mask of his marking seed, then arched himself just slightly so he could cum on her luscious tits. Those too, were his. He claimed them with every spurt, every rope he laid across her fluffy cleavage, leaving them dripping with a clinging layer of spunk that wouldn't wash off no matter how hard it rained. Only then did he release her, pulling his tail out of her sodden sex , trusting her not to flee or fight, allowing her to sprawl back on his thicker coils as he curled them up beneath her. The scaly bed was perfect for her to recover, and she sprawled out with a distant look in her eyes, cum running from her face as the rain fell through the branches and leaves above. Once she was finished coughing up the cum stuck in her throat, she focused instead on purring, gazing towards the clouded sky, blinking as the raindrops pelted her in the face but refusing to turn over or look away.

He loomed above like a living shadow, the lightning illuminating him as it reflected off his scales. Then all was dark once more. They soaked together in the scent of lust and wet earth, matching the storm with their sounds of contentment. The rush of rain was much like his hiss, and her rumbles served to fill the gaps between the peals of thunder. Maybe they were satisfied for a time. But he hadn't softened. Her wetness hadn't ceased. If anything, dwelling in his scent had only heightened her heat, and the numbness that followed her climax left her forgetting about it right until then. That was when she started twitching, started rousing and squirming atop his coils, rubbing her thighs together before finally just reaching down to press a finger to her clit, teasing herself just to try to lessen some of the tension and the ache that passed through her as her primal side screamed out the need to be bred. Once those instincts had awakened, their inner voice was as urgent as if she might die without his seed soon taking root within her womb.

Before she could go too far with touching herself, he leaned in close and hissed into her ear, taking her by the wrists, pinning her arms to her side. His strength was such that he hardly even needed to be all that forceful. She wasn't breaking free. A twist of his coils, and he enveloped her, wrapping around her ankles, pulling her legs together, holding her arms right where they were most useless. He breathed upon her features, watching the cum roll over her in thick rivers, winding through her markings, squeezing beneath her breasts once more and admiring how they looked pushed up like that. Her huffing became a whimper and a whine, before she lost herself in something more feral. The flashes of light above reflected on her fangs as she bared them, letting out a throaty yowl, filling the forest with the sound of horny cat. She wasn't bothering with words. A good feline mrawwwwl communicated her need well enough.

"Mahiri, my sweet little kitten," he rumbled, borrowing some of her feline timbre. "I can smell your heat."

He flicked his tongue for emphasis, letting it wriggle as he took in the full extent of her wafting pheromones. As much as weren't blotted out by his own musky mark, at least.

"Tell me, what do you need most in the world, right at this moment?"

She seemed to struggle with something, pursing her lips as if the words were on the tip of her tongue. But in the end all she could do was yowl out, letting the sound build until it was more like a snarl, a ferocious snap of aggression as she struggled in his coils. He couldn't keep holding her like that. It was torment.

"Yesss ... " was his response. "You don't need to speak. I understood every word of that. And make no mistake."

He risked getting close to those gnashing teeth of hers, running his tongue along her cheek.

"I am going to mate you. You're going to be my perfectly pregnant kitty, slowly swelling from the moment I cum inside of your precious womb. Are you ready for that? Are you ready to breed with me?"

She tried to give another snarl, but she lost it somewhere along the way. It started strong, roaring outwards with percussive force, only to weaken into a little whine. She shut her eyes tight and bucked her hips, forcing him to tighten his hold on her if he was going to contain all that pent up horny energy. It gave her strength beyond her means. But it still wasn't enough to break his hold. He wouldn't be so cruel as to keep her waiting any longer. He coiled her until she was in the perfect position, bent over before him, turned just to the side. Loosening his hold on her legs let her kick a few times, but she settled down after raining a few blows upon his scaly hide. She was finally getting what she wanted. There was no need to interrupt him in the heat of the moment.

Gazing over the spotty backside of the lustful leopardess, Archon couldn't help but let his greed grow to match her own. He could do anything he wanted with her, and he knew it. Her pussy was a soaking treat, ripe for the taking, but so too was that tight ring of her ass. There was no reason he couldn't have both. A few strokes along his shafts, squeezing them together and lubing them up, and he was ready to finally satisfy her, touching tips against those tender petals and that taut hole all at once. It took some positioning, tilting her just to the side so he could probably have his way with her, but that was enough. He sank forth with a sultry hiss, delighting in the screams he milked from her. All it took was an inch of snake cock inside of her, penetrating both holes at once, and she was already making a murderous amount of noise. Anyone who overheard them would have assumed a terrible fight was going down - and that she was losing. But it wasn't pain nor disapproval that drove her to screech in such nigh-demonic ways. That was just the sound of a leopardess getting what she so badly needed. The pleasure sustained her.

He would have had to debate with himself if asked which of her holes he liked best. Her cunt was a slick and smooth passage, squeezing on him in such needy ways, soaking wet to his every inch as he buried within her. But, well-lubed like that, her ass was a luxury of its own. She was tight enough beneath the tail to begin with, and every time she twitched or squirmed she clenched down a little tighter, massaging him within her while he buried as deep as he could reach. That meant stretching her around his size, but if she was complaining, it was indistinguishable in all the noise she was making. The wind blew through the branches, snapping and severing the weakest, sending them clattering down around the mating pair as the snake found his mark at last. Such a downpour felt apocalyptic as it drenched them, sticking Mahiri's hair to her face, concealing her vision to let her focus on the other sensations. His scent, his touch, and the feeling of two fat snake dicks shoved inside her holes, bearing that potent seed, ready to fill her with new life - those were the things that mattered more than anything to her right then.

Maybe he'd been teasing her, letting her swell up with lust and desperation as he sank inside her inch by inch. He wouldn't keep her waiting any longer. Feeling her clenching on him, squeezing him with covetous desire, as if to keep his cock within her for good, that was all the motivation he needed to fuck the absolute hell out of the sweet soft feline. He kept her suspended in his coils, bracing himself upon her shoulders while he began to lunge. Each thrust was a hammering blow, one that shook her juicy ass and wobbled her tits against his scales, shaking her whole body with the force of a proper rutting. His hardened body bashed against her, over and over, picking up speed as he worked, but he didn't fear breaking her. She might have been gentle in her normal waking days, but that night, she was his animal in the rain, his feral leopardess roaring ferocity to the storm, sounding like she sought to outmatch the thunder and pierce the sky with her lustful bellows while she got brutally snake-fucked in beneath the blowing branches.

Such intensity was all she had to offer. He kept his coils taut around her, allowing her little more movement than the usual squirming. She exhausted herself with the effort to break free, even knowing it was impossible. It wasn't that she wanted off his cocks. Fighting against him with all her might, and knowing he had completely incapacitated her, that he was going to fuck her whether she wanted it or not, that was what gave her a shuddering thrill. Her rich pheromones made it abundantly clear she was willing a thousand times over, but that thought, that tempting notion of being taken was what drove her beyond roaring and into a broken song of projected moaning. She did her best to let him know just how good every plunge felt to her, every slickened stroke of snake dicks pumping her pussy, and her ass. But there really was no properly communicating her ecstasy. Neither roar nor musical moan could compare to the pleasure coursing through her veins at his every thundering thrust. She could feel the heat radiating from him, feel the pure potency that was his masculine aura. There was no one better to breed her, as far as she was concerned. She wanted nothing more than to be his, and to grow thick and gravid with his offspring when his seed took within her. Their dissimilar species didn't matter. They'd overcome such barriers through sheer force of lust.

His stamina was no concern. He would go until she was finished. She meant to endure, to fuck until the storm receded and the morning sun rose up over the soaking scene, but her body had limits her mind couldn't overcome. There was no denying the effectiveness of his pounding press, of that spank of scale against her backside and the plunge of his pointed tip towards her waiting womb. Every time the ridges of his cocks caught her in the right spot, she lurched and arched her back, trying to flail and fight as if in combat with her own pleasure, only to find herself held as tight as ever. He squeezed up just a little harder as he felt her body tensing, driving the air out of her lungs, turning her expressive moans into something more choked and breathless. Yet even in that rising climax, he exercised the willpower needed to keep from crushing her. A slightly tighter flex of those coiled muscles, and he'd have heard a snap, but he was content to simply suffocate her a little while, letting the lack of air accelerate her climax, and send her tingling to a peak beyond her comprehension.

It was the perfect time for her fiercest roar. With his cocks pounding at a manic, yet controlled pace, her pussy clenching, gushing, soaking wet and squirting before she even hit her proper climax, there would have been nothing better to proclaim her pleasure to all the creatures of the forest than to unleash all her inner thunder at once. Yet it was anything but disappointing when all she could choke out was a few raspy cries, barely a whisper, drowned out by the thud and schlick of snake cocks pounding into both her holes at once. The one in her rump could have made her cum all on its own. He knew just how to fuck her ass to make her body sing with ecstasy. But of course, the main focus was that thumping, flexing, expanding shaft buried in her fertile depths, pointed straight towards her womb, swelling with the pressure as she clenched and contracted, working her inner muscles so rapidly that for just a moment, she threw him off his rhythm. He had to stop and simply bury his entire lengths within her, letting her natural tightness milk him to his peak, letting it all come out at once as they synced up as if their bodies were the same. One whole, together in rutting rapture, letting the delirium of their shared peak wash over them just as the storm was at its wildest.

Mahiri was bred as soon as the first drop of snake seed entered her. The rest was just insurance. Archon came inside her like a shot, gushing forth until she was swollen like a preview of her pregnant months to come. He fucked her in the sloppy mess, helping to coax out everything he had to give her, hissing so sharply it was like a snarl of his own. He filled her, swelled her, impregnated her. She could feel it happening, like a warmth that grew within her, already sending such pleasing sensations to her belly, her breasts, her butt, her thighs - all the places she was softest to begin with. They were only going to get softer, thickening as his seed grew within her. Her mind was upon that moment already, though she didn't let the present fade away just yet. She writhed, she purred, she held him deep inside her, refusing to let go, working those muscles to clamp and keep his cocks until he was utterly drained of cum. His hisses subsided as the thunder grew more distant, echoing out several seconds after the flashes in the sky. Her head swam with simple happiness, thoughts eroded to something simpler as that crashing afterglow hit her, leaving her struggling against the force of unconsciousness that threatened to seize her and deny her those creamy moments of satisfaction.

Maybe she did pass out momentarily, but he was still inside her when she snapped out of it. He held his cocks deep, savouring the feeling of her warmth, stirring the seed that sloshed within her. Only when he felt her muscles relax did he start pulling back out. For a second, she perked up, as if he might awaken something once more, but on consideration she just shook her head and slumped back down. Her body was broken by the bliss. There was nothing else she needed. She was fully limp atop his coils as he unwound them, flopping from his cocks with an ample squelch, left slightly gaping but tightening up while her rutted holes oozed the spunk she couldn't hold. He let her down to the ground, and she landed with a splurch, spraying a few jets of snake seed from beneath her tail as the pressure on her belly proved too much. Rolling onto her side was a slow, laborious effort, but she managed, panting and purring, cradling her swollen gut. She was going to have to get used to that feeling. Only time would tell just how big she was going to get.

Archon surrounded her with his coils, letting them serve as her pillow while she recovered. He still stood tall, raised above her, until he lowered down to snuggle up behind her as a scaly spoon.

"Sweet Mahiri. What do you think our offspring will look like? Will they have their mother's eyes? Will they slither on spotty coils? Or perhaps ..." He sucked in a breath, licking through her dampened locks of hair. "Perhaps they'll carry no trace of you at all. It could be you are just the vessel to bring more serpents into this world. How would you like that?"

"Nnnnh ..." was the extent of her response.

He chuckled and moved closer, running his palms and claws alike up and down the curvy outline of her body.

"That's all you need to say. You look perfectly ravishing like this. Filled, broken, smelling of snake cum. Though perhaps I ought to make sure the rain won't wash my mark away."

"Nnh?"

"Just relax, kitten. You've played your part. Let me show you whose you are."

He rose once more with one more stroke along her side and hip, bringing his coils in tighter all around her so that her arms and legs were sprawled over their muscular girth. She watched him as the rain kept on pouring, cool upon her face. Then there came a warmer stream. The steam rose thick from her body as he pissed all over her, the rich musk marking her hide instantly before rolling down her spots to pool beneath her. The scent was heavy but always pleasant, freshly painting her down in yet another layer of his essence. She soaked in it, letting it sink deeply into her fur, overwriting every last trace of her own natural, mild perfume with something more potent. The last of the streams he directed at her face, letting them paint her cheeks and wash away some of the cum still clinging to her. She couldn't help but open her mouth and swallow some of it before he finished, letting that hot treat join with all the cream she'd already guzzled.

Exhaustion became her entire being as she stared up at the snake above her, shrouded in the mist that had enveloped the whole forest. She found her consciousness fleeting, her eyes closing for a few moments before she opened them again. The temptation to pass out was ever-present, luring her to sleep off and recover from the ravaging she'd received. But she didn't want to miss anything. Was he truly done with her, at least for long enough that she could rest? She watched as closely as her hazy state allowed, tracing his every subtle movement, his every weave and sway. When she saw those claws raised, there came that momentary pang of fear. Maybe it was just the light that made him appear so imposing, the shadows concealing his face, making him look like death itself as he descended as if to tear her apart. But he was really just moving to rub her shoulders. She hadn't realized how sore she was until he began kneading those aching, overexerted muscles. His hisses were like a soothing bath of sound.

"You are a smart feline. Such a good idea, to enhance our courtship with the hunt. How did it feel to be stalked like that? I enjoyed the pursuit almost as much as the capture. Your spots in the distance, trying to blend in. The scent of your fear ..."

It took her a while, some steady breathing and focusing, but she eventually remembered how to speak. Her purrs were as loud as her actual voice, somehow projecting both at once.

"Yesss .... I could feel you behind me the whole time. I knew I wasn't getting away." She sucked a breath and gave him a bright smile. "You were pretty scary, too. I almost thought ..."

"What did you think, my sweet feline?" A smirk curled the corners of his mouth.

"Well. I won't ruin it. Maybe I'll just let you surprise me."

"Oh yes, Mahiri. We both know I can do anything I want with you. Such a noble little huntress you were, until I broke you, claimed you, made you mine." He leaned in close to her face, breathing over her, flicking his tongue against his lips. "I am not nearly done with your body. Rest and recover, leopardess. There are so many more pleasures for us to explore together."

The cat's body became possessed by a pleasant shiver, just to listen to those sultry hisses, to those words heavy with implications and promises. Her own imagination had limits. She could guess at what he might have had planned for her, could try to picture in her mind how it would go, and how it would feel. But she knew that her lewdest thoughts were no match for the depths of the serpent's lustful notions. She couldn't even fathom his most devious and depraved ideas until they happened. And she lay sprawled in quivering anticipation, too tired to be aroused just yet, but already warming at the thought of the unknown, the decadent sense of foreboding that came with being near the snake. A short rest, surrounded by his soothing hisses and the patter of rain on wet leaves, and she would be ready for more. She was his plaything, his sloshing, swollen, pregnant toy. She was rich with his scent, bathed in his musk, claimed for all to know who it was that owned her now. Simmering then in her feral satisfaction, she knew that his pleasure had always been her purpose. Nothing else was more important.