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Maybe just one. That was what Mahiri told herself at the start. With her newly corrupted body, the leopardess could do all sorts of things she couldn't before, and when the right opportunities came up, she simply couldn't resist. That timid cat was no more, replaced instead by a devious predatory who snapped up anyone she liked, whenever she liked. One, and then two, and then so many more. Again and again, whenever she caught someone particularly luscious off guard, she gobbled them up and added them to her ever-expanding curves, feeling them jiggle on her bust, or pad out her spotty ass, just making her more enticing, making it all the easier to seduce and devour those she desired most. The leopardess grew thick with her many meals, and yet nobody ever seemed to suspect her of having such a ravenous appetite. But she shouldn't have been so foolish. Just because she hadn't faced any trouble for her habits didn't mean there was no one watching.

Knowing a demon or two certainly didn't disqualify her from judgment. Her sins were like any other mortal's, even if she'd been touched by the forces of darkness before. It was just as she was reclining in her bed, naked and soaked in the results of her recent conquest and meal. That cute boy had given her everything he could, but in the end, he was exhausted, trapped between her thighs, easy prey for her ever-growing appetite. A few hours later and he was all nicely absorbed, padding out her belly and her curves, claimed for her own. She was just rising from a nap, but just as she opened her eyes, there came the grasp of something slippery on her shoulder. Then the other. It was powerful enough to keep her pinned to the bed as the sensation of descending, of plummeting down a deep, dark put overwhelmed her to the point she couldn't even cry out. The cool evening air was soon gone, replaced by the stifling heat of the unnatural realm she'd been dragged to in an instant. It wasn't one of the places she knew.

A smoky haze shrouded the whole scene, leaving it wavy and disorienting, keeping Mahiri from properly taking in the full details. It looked like a crumbled ruin, adorned with pieces of what once was. The husks of buildings stood looming around her, doors stood freely amid rubble, fires burned. Such a fiery wasteland would have been ominous enough, but she wasn't alone there, either. Voices wailed, muffled and waterlogged, coming from the throats of the writhing masses. They struggled in some sort of green slime, bogged down and helpless, reaching their arms out towards the distant sky they might never see again. She saw only the outlines of their faces, their identities washed away by their punishment, encased in those burbling pools of something thick. Perhaps they deserved it, perhaps not, but either way, they'd been put there by a cruel and merciless master of the realm. Mahiri didn't have to look far to find out who that might have been. The figure upon the crystal-adorned throne could only have been a demon.

To call her a snow leopard was a grave oversimplification, but that was a start, at least. The massive, dripping figure towered over Mahiri. It was hard to tell if she was merely coated with goo, or if she was partly made of the stuff. Her body appeared solid, but it slipped and schlorped with her every little movement, glistening with wetness. She sat with one leg folded over the other, looking as regal as she was menacing, all stark violet and white. The horns gave away her nature, if those deadly fangs and that menacing gaze wasn't already hint enough. Her eyes were green like Mahiri's own, but that was the only trait they shared. The demon's were menacing, pure glimmering light, staring directly into the mortal cat's soul. Mahiri scooted back on her own bed, free of those gooey bindings but naked and disoriented before the enormous hellcat. She must have been at least twice Mahiri's size, even more. When she tried to speak, she found her voice caught short in her throat, stolen from her, muted by unnatural means. The snowcat simply raised a finger and shook her head, starting off with a chastising tsk tsk tsk.

"Oh, no, don't even bother trying to speak your case. If you've caught my attention, it's far too late." She interlocked her fangs in a great gleaming grin. "Someone must have been doing a great deal of sinning to end up here before me. Do you know just how many people you have to eat to be banished to my realm, to kneel before the archdemoness of gluttony herself?"

The hellcat gave a chuckle. Mahiri didn't bother to see if she could speak, instead letting the demon continue.

"Of course, to you, it's just Saphinara. Not that it'll matter for long. Your soul is going to be mine, a gluttonous one. And I am going to take such pleasure out of consuming it."

If ever it was the time to attempt to flee, that was the perfect moment. Yet Mahiri remained transfixed, staring up at the gorgeous monster nakedly seated right before her. There was nowhere to go anyway. What was she going to do, run right out of hell? Hope they opened the gate for her when she got to it? It was much better to simply accept her fate. Perhaps the hellish feline might have mercy on her that way. She remained agape, eyes wide, all curled up in her own sheets there upon the bed she rode to hell. That was exactly where she stayed, even once she saw the demon reaching forth, open-palmed and ready to snatch her up from the safety of the covers. A little yelp from the mortal cat was the best she could manage as she got dragged into the air, naked and helpless, caught up in the clutches of the gluttonous demoness. The lashing of that forked black tongue in Mahiri's face told her Saph already had a good idea of what to do with her.

Such a slippery thing it was. Saphinara wasted no time applying it to the naked spots of her captive, of her prey. The forks curled around Mahiri's hips, each of them uniquely writhing, like two serpents coiling over her soft middle. Then it was time to slurp, to slather, to drag that slimy tongue all over the smaller cat's body. The demoness huffed and even moaned as she tasted Mahiri, slathering her up somewhere well beyond soaked, utterly saturating her in thick demon spit that clung to her fur, matting it to her skin. Just a few smooth licks was enough to leave the leopard absolutely drenched, her hair all stuck to her head and shoulders. All she could do was sputter, coughing around a mouthful of drool as Saph turned her over, having a good taste of those many rosettes. The demon worked them as if they each had their own flavour to sample, wriggling all over them until Mahiri was all but immersed in that excess saliva. The heat quickly proved stifling, overwhelming, blanking her out and making her forget what a precarious situation she was in for those few precious moments. It was only about to get hotter.

First, there came a puff of intensely warm air across the whole of Mahiri's wet, naked body. The leopardess could only gasp in the heat, feeling as if she was breathing pure steam. Then the demoness spoke, her every word pouring across the captive cat in her clutches.

"It would be so very easy, just open wide, and gulp you down ..."

Saphinara left that thought hanging, bringing Mahiri in, closer, closer, until she could lay her lips right up against the soaked feline. A deep smooch left her even wetter, left her sputtering in the demon's grasp, barely managing to breathe properly for all the spit and slime soaked into the very essence of her being. Yet all the more concerning were the expanding jaws just before her gaze. She meekly raised her hands as if to protect herself from the oncoming maw, but of course such feeble appetites couldn't stop a living force of hell and sin. Into the demon cat's mouth she went, face-first, immersed in slobbery, squelching flesh while that tongue mashed her up to the roof of Saph's mouth.

There she stayed a while, half-chomped, legs sticking out between the purple cat's lips. She kicked a little, doing nothing to prevent the deep, intense schlurking that came all around her form, constricting her figure in messy suckles, bobbing her back and forth like she was nothing more than a leopard-spotted lollipop, a piece of candy for the demon's pleasure. It created a sensation near to drowning, and burning up while she was at it. Mahiri couldn't do much more than struggle, but she refused to simply give in and submit when she was being so deeply overwhelmed by that hellish indulgence. Saph sucked her for a while, slowly drawing her inwards, letting Mahiri revel in the ominous rumbling of her nearby gulping. For the moment, that hellcat sucked down nothing more than pure saliva, carrying with it some rich gulps of the sinner's flavour, but every time she worked her gullet she pulled Mahiri a little closer, until there was nothing but a pair of leopard paws sticking out between her lips, the white tip of her prey's tail wiggling frantically as if trying to hook onto something.

Saphinara revelled in the pleasure of the moment for just a little while longer. She slowly tilted her muzzle towards the distant ceiling, if there truly was one, letting Mahiri slide along the surface of that green tongue, diving ever closer to the oblivion that awaited her at the back of her throat. One good catch of that hungering tunnel would have been enough to seal her fate. Saliva poured down over Mahiri's form the whole while, sounding like a downpour upon her fur, pattering, splashing, further drenching her until she was swimming in the thick, hot drool. Only after she'd tasted the leopardess in the fullest did she slowly slide her back out of that sauna-like maw, letting the drenched cat slowly slide over the forks of her outstretched tongue. Before Mahiri could plummet to the floor, the hellcat caught her in both hands, letting the leopard pool there in the accumulated juices she'd acquired after a short and sloppy mouth visit. That was when she finally finished her prior thought.

" ... That's far too easy. There is so much more pleasure to take from you. What point is there in a meal I don't enjoy? Endure as I take everything I want from you. Or do your best, at least."

Mahiri had no answer for the demon's grinning inquiry. She had no thoughts at all by then, left half-drowned and gasping like a fish, clearing her throat and shaking her head. The motion left her crimson locks all plastered to her face, clinging to her features, shrouding her vision. She had no idea where she was anymore. Saphinara was free to do whatever she wished to her. The demoness drew a deep breath in through her nose, then puffed it out through her mouth, letting the wave hit that flustered leopard as if to blow-dry her. It didn't help much. Mahiri remained as soaked as ever, slowly rising to her hands and knees atop Saph's palms, only to flatten down again when the demon wrapped her fingers snugly around those spotty curves, squishing some of the spit out of her fur, gripping her with enough force to make her gasp out loud with a little whimper. Green eyes met Mahiri's own, remaining locked in that infernal stare for what felt like it could have easily been hours before the demon spoke.

"You're soft, morsel."

Saphinara might not have mentioned specifically, but Mahiri felt that dawning realization. All those meals, all those temptations she couldn't quite resist, they made her juicy enough to draw a hungry demon's attention. All the added pounds that came thanks to her predatory side only softened her curves in that near-crushing grip. She wore her sins upon her hips, but it seemed less that Saph cared about that. More, it was just how appetizing she'd become as a result.

"For now, you will be my throne. Revel in the glory of my hind, swim in my musk. You'll worship me in time."

She hardly gave Mahiri the time to process her words before she rose up from her throne with a sudden lurch of her demonic heft. Where her thick ass had been nestled moments before, she placed that captive leopardess, looming above all the while. Saphinara kept her tail lifted high, that fluff draped right up over her shoulder, showing off her finely-shaped rump, those white-furred cheeks nestled in between the purple, clouding out her vision There were a few good moments Mahiri might have used to try to dodge the oncoming smother, but she wasn't thinking remotely straight. Instead, she slipped and slopped in the spittle coating her form, falling onto her back just in time to get the gluttonous demon's backside pressed right down on her face. She was completely enveloped in the fluff before the weight even came down on her. The gluttonous at least was merciful enough not to simply crush her right that very moment, instead, content to press down just enough to keep that muzzle smothered up between her cheeks, pressed against her sleek tailhole. That rim was every bit as slippery as the rest of her, the demon's slime smearing up over Mahiri's fur while Saph rubbed that ample ass against her captive muzzle.

"Thick things make good seats. Stay there and breathe me until your mind breaks, morsel," Saph hissed, clenching her teeth to emphasize the lewdness of those words.

That was precisely what Mahiri was going to have to be for as long as the beast named Saphinara desired. She was fully immersed, utterly buried between those velvety cheeks, kissing up against that rim again and again. Her planted paws did nothing to soften the assault - though the plush cushion of that rump pressing down on her ensured she wasn't simply being crushed. That would have been a most unceremonious way to finish her, especially coming from such a grandiose demoness. Instead, it was a constant squish, as Saph slowly swayed her hips back and forth, grinding down on her neat seat. Mahiri mmfed and gasped as she tried to at least find the room to gasp, but the demon didn't let her up until her lungs were starting to ache. A few long draws of breath were all the leopard managed before Saph shoved her back under, wedged between those cheeks, legs dangling down the edge of that mighty throne while she rubbed that heavy rear atop the sinner cat. A little humiliation made for a good start to all the punishment, but it was hardly the end.

The wall of musk that hit her senses eventually quelled Mahiri's panic. That richly intoxicating scent invaded her every sense, making her eyes roll back as she took in lungful after lungful. From stifling, overpowering, it eventually grew addictive to her. Just like that, and she realized she wanted more, gulping that tainted air that emanated from the demon's body. Saphinara was sweating heavily, thick beads working from her slimy exterior, smearing across the leopard-seat's face and fur alike. The longer she spent beneath that butt the more deeply enriched in that mind-melting demon musk she got. It was absolutely thought-searing, soul-burning, blazing her into a state of utter rapture with just a few good huffs. Soon she wanted nothing more than to breathe it constantly, sucking it down only to gasp out and do it again, paying no mind to the ache of her lungs. Nothing mattered so long as she swam in that deeply carnal scent, sniffing it right off the sweaty rim of the hellcat's asshole. Once she was living and thriving on that sinful fragrance, Mahiri forgot about all else, drenched in demonic sweat, sleek with slime, utterly smothered beneath that booty while the bigger cat rumbled above.

Enough rubbing and grinding, and eventually Mahiri found her muzzle shoved up against that taut rim all the firmer, feeling it slowly spreading out from all the pressure. Stretching, expanding, then clamping down on the first inch of her muzzle, that hole gripped the leopard's face while she got used for a seat. That was enough to snap her out of the musk-haze briefly, leaving her squirming and tugging just to dislodge herself from beneath Saphinara's tail. Such efforts proved exhausting, especially when they got nowhere. It wasn't just the squeezing that overwhelmed her. The absolute heat inside the demon's body was enough to cloud the leopard's thoughts as she got ever so slowly stuffed inside. A shove at those cheeks did nothing to slow her entry, no matter how sincere her efforts might have been. She simply wasn't strong enough. Bucking, grinding, bouncing that butt atop Mahiri's head, Saph took a little more of her inside with every clench, eventually constricting over the fluff of the leopard's cheeks, burying her whole face in the darkness of her ass while she rode her like a toy. Once she got to gripping around that fragile mortal, she refused to let go, the constant kneading pressure only tugging Mahiri deeper, feeding her into the sweltering depths that awaited her, enveloping her from all sides. That fleshy prison left the demon's moans filtered through her body, making them sound all the deeper as they resonated right through Mahiri's skull.

"Such a good idea you had! You'll make a fine toy before you're all used up. More pleasure to take from you. More for you to give me. Purr for me while I fuck myself with my new dildo, mortal."

Each word came muffled and booming while Mahiri found herself embedded in there, absolutely stuck, only getting dragged deeper by those constant flexes. Saphinara didn't even need to shove her up there herself. The constant working of those taut muscles pulled the leopard deeper every time she clamped down, outlining the shape of Mahiri's top half in that crackling flesh. It schlicked all around the captive leopardess, first pulling her inwards, then pushing her back outwards with that exceptional muscular control alone. The leopardess wound up even more deeply immersed in that unnatural musk, going blank when she gasped too heavily, shaking all over as she got absolutely swamped with that powerful scent, all wedged up in the hottest, muskiest possible part of the great glutton. That was precisely where Mahiri stayed for as long as Saph was content to ride her, massaging the inside of that demoness with her body, her squished-down tits sliding along the sleek surface. Even made of slime or goo, the bigger cat felt firm inside, working over every single one of Mahiri's muscles in a hot, overpowering massage of sorts. Not exactly one she was enjoying, but nonetheless, either through some sinister magic or simply from applying enough attention to the leopard's scrambling body, she found herself forced to rumble whether or not she wanted to. Feeling those vibrations was enough to make Saph laugh at the pathetic kitty halfway inside her rump. Somehow, her situation just got even more humiliating.

"Like a living vibrator. You act as if you might convince me to keep you around. But make no mistake. You're going to be gone by the time I'm done with you. No matter how good it feels to use you. Feel the pleasure crackling through my body, through every little never while I use you. That's all you're worth to me."

By then, taunting her approached overkill. There wasn't much more that trapped cat could blush, imprisoned in the heat of the demon's hole, her legs faintly kicking as Saphinara rose up from her throne. The demon took hold of those swinging thighs, gripping Mahiri's lower half tightly, but not too tightly. She still took care not to break the fragile mortal, even if she fully intended to destroy her by the time she was done. Getting as much as possible from her prey meant every feeding was worthwhile. Dominating the gluttonous sinners never grew old for her. Especially when they purred just right inside her while she started pumping them back and forth. She'd already made a dildo out of Mahiri, but she'd only just begun the self-pleasuring process. Pushing her thumbs on those soft kitty pads, she stuffed Mahiri up her ass all the way to the ankles, only to yank her back out until nothing but the leopard's head was inside her. Another shove, and she grunted, even snarled, bellowing out her demonic pleasure while she rutted herself with that squirming morsel. It all served to firm up that gleaming green shaft, dripping with fluids and slime alike, a downpour upon the floor of her throne room echoing out while she milked herself with her other free hand.

"That soul ... engorged ... " came her snarl-hiss, one less dignified and more ferocious, primal even as she indulged in the pleasure that was her purpose. "All you've done makes it sweeter to feed on you. Your corruption ... sweet, juicy, delicious. Almost there, almost gone, almost mine, mine, MINE."

Pumping up and down the inches of that spiky cock was enough to get Saph drooling. She hissed her pleasure as she worked herself, bringing contractions to her insides that made Mahiri stiffen all over. Just a little harder and she probably would have been broken right there, but instead she just got squished firm from all sides, left immersed up to her ankles in hot demon ass while Saphinara neared her climax. A wicked cry into the darkness of hell and she got her innards working faster, firmer, rapidly pumping around that spotty butt toy, the squirms of her prey helping push her closer and closer to the edge. Her cock leaked excessively thick fluids, splattering her surroundings even before she hit her peak. A vicious stroke up and down her shaft with one, and then both hands kept her working, kept her hissing while she fucked her own grip, keeping the leopardess pressed right against her pleasure button. And then, at last, all that tension came to a great, scorching release, a surge of demon seed shooting from her shaft while the dark feline snarled her way through that mighty finish. She gushed her load across her throne room, laying out a carpet of hot cum all thanks to her wriggling kitty dildo. And in all the clenching that came with her climax, she hardly even noticed when Mahiri got slurped up inside her completely, the last of her toes and tail tip vanishing behind that taut, contracting ring.

A lumbering sigh escaped Saph as she settled back onto her throne with her prey safely tucked away in the darkness of her backside. Mahiri just kept sliding deeper once those insides fully had a hold of her. They slurped and sucked around her head, filling her senses with those sounds, nearly deafening with the crackles of all that gooey inner flesh working around her curves. All that extra padding she'd put on thanks to her many meals made for a slight buffer, some extra cushion as those walls closed in on her, but that hardly helped. Neither did the heat. She was left near to blacking out as she rushed into the demon's body, pulled along simply by the intense pressure of Saph's insides. The demoness said purring away as she basked in the glory of her triumphant finish, letting the last drops of cum trickle down over her thighs as her cock flopped back down. It never fully softened, twitching with activity once she finally felt the helplessly leopard enter her stomach from the long way around. That shifting, misshapen bulge finally evened out, smooth and round as Mahiri got all curled up in her gut. The demon gave that a few firm pats with her palm as she felt the digestive process kicking into action.

Saphinara spoke while tending to her claws, lazily grooming them as the splurches mixed with the gurgles within her belly. "Perish, sinner. Such pleasure I've already taken from you, and yet so much more I'll get from digesting you, destroying you, adding you to my own."

She paused just long enough to let Mahiri appreciate the irony of it all. Just as she'd done to others, it was being done to her. Yet it hardly seemed like justice that motivated Saphinara most.

"You're going to be nothing, little feast. Digesting, dead, gone. Absorbed into my body where legions already jiggle. Another like so many more, forgotten as soon as I'm done with you. Your final end looms near."

It was far from an acidic treatment, at least. Instead, it was like a constant slimy massage from those gooey walls that slowly claimed and absorbed the leopard's form. She could hardly tell exactly what was happening to her, other than that she was being diminished, little by little. What it lacked for pain it made up for in sheer horror. She couldn't even cry out anymore. The process silenced her, drowning out her gasps with the constant workings of those schlicking walls, soaking and sliming her up until she softened, little by little. A foot, a hand, a slurp of her precious tail. Everything was going to be Saph's own, right down to the very bones. She simmered the meat from her prey's skeleton. What had been solid and fluffy got all smoothed over, Mahiri's fur assimilated by her surroundings, absorbed right from her body. Then her flesh grew more malleable, not sizzling but instead simply melting to goop, to sludge that couldn't cling to her bones any longer. It all came to a sloppy, squelching end that left her twitching with what few parts of her still remained functional. One last gasp escaped her before her face grew unrecognizable within the demon's body. Turned to goop and absorbed, she slipped back down the way she came for further processing, to be completely claimed and absorbed once her body was no longer functional. But she was far from gone.

There was still that precious flicker, that vibrant energy that made up her mortal existence, but it remained trapped down there in the demon's intestines. Saph faintly chuckled as she felt it separate from the husk that was Mahiri's body, once. Those bones slowly moved through her system, staying solid all throughout the journey, and her soul came right along. It was a glimmering remnant of Mahiri, a blue-green outline of her former self that struggled against the tide of her own digestion. The demoness sat humming to herself, giving the occasional groan of pleasure as she worked on claiming everything the leopard was. Just a little around the edges at first, disturbing the coherence of that Mahiri-ghost. It wiggled and jiggled almost like jelly inside the demon, its glow flickering to darkness for a few moments before illuminating again. A few memories lost, a few days of her life gone, sucked away by the archdemon's unending appetite. And from the sounds she was making, Saphinara enjoyed every second of consuming that vital energy.

"Mmf. Your soul is plump with sin. Just like all the others. Such wrongdoing. Such indulgence. Such selfish gluttony. That's precisely what makes you the most satisfying meal of all. Don't worry. I'll make much better use of that soul once it's padding out my asscheeks with the rest of you."

A wicked laugh was one of the first things all demons perfected, so of course Saph's was positively sinister. Some part of Mahiri still heard it while she passed through the hellcat's system, churn by churn, losing herself and getting turned to nothing more than pudge. She didn't completely vanish. Even as that energy turned to faintly glowing goop like her body, the light fading from the last of her existence, she could feel a rising awareness of that great, demonic ass. She padded it out with every gurgle, every push through that absorbing passage. The gluttonous one was getting thicker thanks to her meal. One feline might not have been enough to satiate her, but a sinful soul proved supremely satisfying, right down to the very last spark of life. No more memories, no more sense of self. The leopardess that had been Mahiri was nothing more than some fat on that fine ass, giving it some extra heft and bounce. She remained faintly aware of her fate the entire time, but there wasn't enough left of her to be humiliated. As far as she knew, being part of that great, gluttonous rump was the only thing she'd ever been.

"Another sinner joins my flanks. I know you're still there somewhere. Revel in being part of my glory for the rest of time. Join the many who adorn my thighs, voices forever silenced for my pleasure." She cackled to herself, licking her chops. "I shall enjoy keeping you as part of my wicked flesh forever. You'll make sitting on my throne that much more comfortable."

All that remained was to push those preserved bones back the way they entered. Nothing else made it to the end. Saphinara absorbed absolutely everything that had been part of the leopardess, but for that mostly-intact skeleton. She rose up from her throne once more, standing tall, fully engorged. Her balls sagged low with all the extra energy she'd claimed from digesting Mahiri's body and soul alike. In the end, her sinful existence served to stretch and slosh a demon's nuts, and nothing more. The archdemoness found a place to squat, anywhere would do really, and raised her tail high as she started to squeeze out the very last of the leopardess. Those bones survived the journey through her depths, emerging with a clatter to the floor, pushing out from that hungry asshole to hit the floor below. Some of them broke on impact, but the rest stayed together, coated with the juices of Saph's insides. They lasted all of a few seconds before she snatched them up from the floor and instead started stuffing them down her cock, skull-first. Mahiri might not have been alive anymore, but the demon could still consume her one last time.

The malleable, slimy form of Saph's body ensured bones didn't give her any trouble, even slipping them down her engorged shaft. She flexed and pumped, thrusting the air while she consumed them, making sure not a single trace of Mahiri existed outside her body. Down that demon dick went every last bone that used to belong to the leopardess. They vanished beneath the surface of that emerald spire. That hellish grin grew broader, more sadistic as she rubbed her cock, feeling that extra contribution quickly melting down to cum as it joined with the growing load that came from digesting that sinful soul. She stroked until she felt the tension building up, the clenching of her nuts annihilating the very last remnants of that skeleton, melting away the last solid pieces of the kitty's bones. Nothing but spunk, a nut-stretching load that left Saph's sack bloated up with all the excess cream that came with digesting her prey fully, completely, permanently. Knowing she'd utterly annihilated Mahiri from the world was the fuel for one more cumshot, for a monstrous climax that might serve as an appropriate exclamation point to the end of Mahiri's story. It built up inside her until she simply had to unleash the pressure.

She roared, she snarled, she even yowled. The demoness was still a cat after all, and she reminded anything that might have been listening of that fact while she screeched her way to that massive finish. The excess cum soon flowing through her shaft bulged its way upwards, pushing those spines and barbs outwards before exploding forth from the gaping tip. Saphinara hissed through her clenched teeth, flicking her forked tongue as she let loose a load that flooded her whole throne room in steaming hot demon cream, bathed her surroundings in her rich scent, marked every last inch of her hellish realm as hers. As if there was ever any doubt. She hosed her surroundings down and then tossed herself back on her throne, shoving her face towards her cock before that torrent of jizz could fully empty from her bloated nuts. Wrapping her lips around her pumping shaft, she drained the last gallon or two straight down her throat, guzzling and gulping it all away, but for what poured down her chin or splashed over her breasts. That prey-made load made for a fitting dessert, and she drank herself dry, giving a few last clenches of her sack and some final, watery spurts before the process was completely done. One more gulp, a throat-stretching flex of her gullet to swallow the last mouthful down to her soon-sloshing belly, and she was finally done. There some of that cum was going to get reused and processed in her belly, but much of it flowed across the floor, filling out the cracks, or it dripped down from the sweaty demon's fur, further drenching her in her own musk. A long sigh came once the frenzy finally left her body, her cock flopping over, her shoulders slumping, her eyes even closing for a short time. Demons were allowed to rest too, especially when they felt such carnal bliss washing over them. Saph permitted herself a short snooze, not quite a nap, just to simmer in the good feelings that came after digesting another sinner.

What was her name again? Mahiri? Well, it hardly mattered anymore. She was assfat, punished for her sins in the most fitting of ways. No one would see her again, but she'd certainly help cushion the blow for the next victim of Saph's smothering sit. One soul gone, and she already wanted another. Such indulgence was merely an afternoon for a demoness, especially a queen of gluttony like Saphinara herself. There were so many more sinners out there, and so many more precious, innocent souls as well. They were both tasty in their own ways, equally desirable even with all their differences. The memory of her recent meal slowly faded even from her own mind, as it would from all those up above in the mortal world. And the demoness would feed again, just as soon as she set her sights on a properly juicy morsel. Licking over her fans as she awoke from that brief slumber, she found herself already full of ideas for who might be next.