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Mahiri wasn't afraid of haunted places. Nine times out of ten, the supposed horrors were nothing more than rumours designed to keep keen treasure hunters like her away. As for that one time out of ten, well, she preferred rather not think about it. Instead, she kept her vision on the path forward as best she could in the rain. The storm started somewhere around when she first left on her journey, and followed her all the way to her goal. If she believed in omens she might have been more concerned, but despite being a cat she refused to let a little water stop her. Besides, her armour was long since weather-warded, along with several other protective spells woven into it by talented enchanters. That tight black leather outfit was more than just fashionable.

An old mansion long since abandoned seemed the perfect place to find some forgotten wealth. A glimpse of its ghastly silhouette told her all she needed to know. The two towers on each side, the gargoyles lining the roof, the expansive stained windows that stood partly intact at best painted the impression of its former occupants. A sense of self-worth and opulence along with cruelty should they be defied had once defined whoever lived there, long ago. Thankfully, that was precisely the kind of thing she was hoping for. That meant secret passages, clever contraptions, and all manner of other secrets she could hardly wait to unlock. Surely someone had to have missed something, and she was determined to find the most hidden loot of all.

Just because she feared no supposed hauntings didn't mean she wasn't prepared for possible danger. Much more mundane horrors were likely to lurk about, and she made sure her hands were never far from her daggers. Not that a direct fight was her preference. Her superior senses rarely misled her. If there was to be an ambush awaiting her in the shadows, then she expected to be ready for it. Though that place was far too inconvenient to reach to make for much of a base for bandits - perhaps a hideout though, a place where those even more wanted than her laid low and avoided trouble with the increasingly prominent law in those lands. Such changes in society sometimes made her perfectly legitimate adventuring career a frustrating one.

A rogue like her knew well how to get through almost any door, but those at the front of the house were far too heavy for her. Her modest strength was hardly her greatest asset. That front entrance refused to budge, even once she threw her shoulder right up against it. The solid blow sent a shudder through the structure, and she felt a pang of regret, thinking she might have just destabilized the place enough to make it collapse. She didn't relish the thought of sifting through the rubble, but fortunately it didn't come to that. The building held. She breathed a brief sigh of relief and then considered her other options. The door was hardly the only way inside, and of course someone of her skillset knew all about making her own entrance.

One of the particularly smashed windows was good enough for her. She hopped up to clasp the base of the opening and easily scaled the wall to get through without the assistance of ropes or other tools. Just her claws. Once she leapt through and into the darkness of the crumbling interior, she was immediately struck by the thickness of the air. The mansion felt as if it had its own atmosphere, as if it was a realm all its own. An odd sort of ambient noise ensured it was never fully silent in there. The house seemed to hum. With a deep swallow of air and a little shake of her head, she shrugged off the feeling of gloom and slight dread to venture further into the darkness. A cat like had no need of a light source in there, amplifying even the slightest illumination with her keen vision, sniffing out any traces of treasure as she crept silently into the overgrown ruin.

The vines that lined the floor served well to muffle her steps. She knew she hadn't given any sort of indication of her presence, so there was no way anything could have known she was there. And yet, even telling herself that, she still felt something. For a moment it was almost like a headache, causing her to touch her forehead with two extended fingers. After that, it was much more comfortable, if still disconcerting. She probably couldn't have explained it if asked.

There was something intrusive about it, something that left her acutely aware of the possibility that her thoughts might not have been entirely private. Of course, the only things she could think about after noting that sensation were the most shameful scenes and fantasies she could possibly imagine. Elaborate portraits of lust and forbidden pleasures painted themselves inside her mind, only made more clear by her efforts to stop thinking about them. If someone really was listening in, they were getting quite a show.

In time, those self-indulgent imaginings were starting to have an effect. She found herself growing warm between the thighs a mere few steps into the mansion. The rain has largely been deflected by her enchanted leather and cloak, but that wasn't enough to keep her dry. With a slight murmur, she shifted her stance to keep her thighs from running together and carried on to sweep through what seemed to be a series of bedrooms. There had to be some simple explanation for what was happening to her.

The overgrowth winding in and out of the mansion's husk gave her some ideas. Perhaps some sort of strange flower was letting out a fragrance that just so happened to drive her into a state of increasingly intense desire for anything and everything sensual. If so, she could ignore it, and continue on rifling through what remained of the old residence to see what was buried there. Those heated urges were something she could take care of later, with the help of a patron at her favourite tavern if she so chose.

Rifling through drawers didn't produce anything of value, so she turned her attention instead to the nearby walls. The master bedroom seemed the most likely place for something to be hidden. The rich always did like to sleep near their most treasured possessions, in her experience. She fondled along the cold stone of that dilapidated room, making streaks in the dust, but nothing made itself apparent to her.

Normally she had such an eye for even the subtlest of anomalies along the stonework, anything that could have been a switch or mechanism, but those urges proved a constant distraction. She furrowed her brow and scowled at no one in particular, as if to chastise herself for being so unprofessional. There was nothing wrong with being horny, but she was working. It was starting to look increasingly like she was going to have to go back empty-handed right up until the moment she heard the voice.

"Your treasure lies deeper."

It wasn't so much a voice as it was simply a feeling, an impulse from within her own mind. The thoughts appeared in her head as if her own, but they most certainly weren't. For one, that voice wasn't hers. It was a deep one, resonant in its masculine tones, devoid of expression but for a mesmeric calm. She felt immediately better about her situation as soon as she heard - or thought - those words. And she immediately wanted to hear more. Something about that hidden speaker, that thought-projector was so very pleasant that she hardly bothered to consider the possibility of hostile intent. Why would someone who meant to hurt her whisper in such a soothing, sultry way?

"Your desires burn brightly. You shall find what you seek."

There it went again. Mahiri found herself rooted to the spot as she listened, but not by any sort of obvious holding spell. Instead, she was simply mesmerized by the seductive tones of the silent speaker. The twitching of her tail alerted her to just how much of an effect it was having over her. As much as she still liked to think she was free from any magical influence, it was impossible to deny her body was reacting. She grew warmer with every syllable, until she was left cursing the tightness of her leather.

The urge to simply strip down to her spots struck her to the point she strongly considered it for several moments, but that would have been foolish. She knew she still had to be on her guard, no matter how horny she was getting. As much as she would have liked to say it was the first time her own lust distracted her from a job, that would have been a lie.

"I offer help with what torments you so. Find me underneath."

At first she simply tried to ignore such an offer. It had all the elements of a trap, and even if it wasn't, she preferred to work alone. Though of course, curiosity was an ever-present cloud over her judgment. Either way, poking through the bedroom wasn't proving fruitful. If there really was someone else there, then perhaps they might have offered help. That was all the justification she needed, really. The trembling of her thighs wasn't going to let her ignore it.

Somehow she simply knew where to go, as if her feet carried her all on their own, possessed by the urge to locate whoever was sending those luscious words into her mind. Perhaps it was truly someone who could satisfy her most deeply-rooted cravings, the things she always fantasized about but could never fully express to a prospective partner. She was a cat of many needs, many of them never quite fulfilled to their fullest.

Her own internal guidance led her down. Nevermind the upper floor, she had to get as deep as possible. That much she knew. The mansion had a basement, and she soon found herself shuffling through it. That vanished family had a history, it seemed. Away from the crumbling prosperity above, she instead discovered the lower halls of their manor lined with rusted cells and instruments of torture. That was no regular prison. It was a personal indulgence, a place for them to indulge in their darkest urges. A sudden chill made her smack at her arm as if swiping away an insect. It felt as if something was grasping at her. Whether it was the ghosts of the past or just a draft, she didn't like the way it made her feel. That was a tainted place, and yet even then, she sensed the owner of that voice had nothing to do with whatever went on there.

"You are close. Keep going.."

She sucked in a breath through her teeth at the sound. The voice is louder in her mind, projected outwards, emanating from her body. She was a vessel for his thoughts. Nothing was private anymore, and yet she couldn't help but find she liked the idea of him probing around within her mind. She sensed no judgment, even for her greediest and most self-indulgent memories and desires alike. He was simply observing, and calling her closer when he approved of what he was seeing. It was unnaturally silent down there by the time she reached the end of those long-abandoned cells - some of them still with forgotten bones strewn about them. It was a place of much death, long ago, but it has a new occupant now. She wanted to see him, needed to see him. Going on with her life without finding out who awaited her in the depths was simply not an option.

An adventurer with less keen eyes might have given up at the dead end. She knew better than that. There was a hollow sound to her last few steps, and that meant there was something even deeper beneath. All she needed to do was find the hatch. It blended in almost perfectly with the stone floor, but the seam became apparent to her after a brief scan. Whether it was her own senses or guidance from the one below, she didn't care. Running a finger along the edges of that hidden door, she soon found a carefully concealed handle to tug. It heavily groaned and creaked as if it hadn't been opened in decades.

Logic might have told her that it clearly wasn't the right way, if she was the first one to go down there in so very long, but instinct guides her downwards, into a staircase that eventually opened into a second, buried mansion, much more intact than the first. A private decadence built within the roots of a fallen fortune. She worked her way through the windowless hall, feeling as if she'd come across a secret not meant for her eyes, fearing what sort of creature might have lurked down there. He was much less frightful than she expected.

She was somewhere deep within the earth when she found him within that hidden chamber. The serpent lived like a king down there. In great contrast to the ruined place above, beneath the basement, tucked away under that empty dungeon, there dwelt a golden snake sipping fine wine as he observed her from atop a large cushion. The walls were lined with paintings, the shelves with sculptures and busts, some of which she swore she recognized from somewhere. Had she stolen - ah, acquired and fenced a few of those off once, long ago?

Whoever he was, the snake struck her immediately as a creature with a taste for the finer things. He was all alone down there, a solitary serpent in elegant gold and black. When he opened his hood as a greeting of sorts, it wasn't through any sort of magic that she was mesmerized, but merely the appreciation of something so very aesthetically pleasing.

He shimmered for her. The light show reflected upon his many fine things, his accumulated treasures gathered there within his hidden chamber. Energy crackled across the stripes of his expanded hood, all violet and blue, a pleasure to merely look at. Mahiri couldn't help but draw her eyes along every curve, every spiral of those markings, delighting in admiring their hues. They seemed to subtly change while she observed them, breathing in and out from one enticing shade to another. His eyes reflected the same tones.

She could already feel it, could already sense the room starting to spin around her. It felt as if she'd left her body behind, and was being drawn out, floating closer and closer to him as if to lay a ghostly kiss upon his snout. But she had more self control than that. A blink, a quick shake of her head, and she waved a finger at him. Naughty snake, trying to take control so quickly. He was going to have to do better than that.

"Now now. Not even going to introduce yourself before you try to lure me in with your sexy snake magic?" Mahiri chastised. In another situation, she might have drawn blades at such an offense, but dealing with a handsome naga like him was enough to make her assume the best of his intentions.

"Hello Mahiri," he eventually said. This time he was speaking directly to her. "You are particularly susceptible to mental manipulation. Warded well against other magical attacks, but that is a weakness you have left open. Intentionally, perhaps?"

The naga leaned forward, resting his chin upon his palms, carefully observing her. She didn't bother to answer that bit of provocation, so he went ahead and continued.

"I look within and I see all manner of fantasies, deep-rooted desires left unsatisfied for so very long. You are a bold one, laughing at danger ... but the thought of losing control entices you, doesn't it?"

She could only huff at that. As much as the blush was blazing in her cheeks, she still acted nonchalant.

"Those are private thoughts, thank you very much. Now, you seem to already know my name and everything that turns me on. Are you going to introduce yourself or shall I know you simply as handsome sex snake?"

"It is Lorenti." His expression briefly betrayed amusement. "Though that will do as well."

"Mmhm. Now, just what business do you have with me, he who lurks in the dirt?"

As standoffish as she was being, it wasn't without a certain degree of flirting to go right along with it. She was very much off her guard, and she knew it. That snake could have struck anytime he wanted. A single lunge and she was liable to feel his fangs. Whether he was venomous or not was irrelevant, really. Those coils alone were thick enough to overpower her in seconds. Yet he remained calm, observing her from where he was resting, his lower body accumulated in a tight pile beneath him. He even offered a soft smile.

"I ignore most intruders here. They find nothing of value and they leave again, to spread the word that it is a waste of time. I am content with this quiet life. But sometimes ..."

He softly stroked his chin and continued. Mahiri was admittedly enthralled by his mannerisms and speech alike.

"... sometimes I see someone I simply cannot resist. You intrigue me with your inner contrasts, Mahiri. A dangerous thief, certainly not someone I would wish to cross blades with. Cunning, clever - and successful."

Just because she was blushing even harder to be complimented like that didn't mean he was in her head. She folded her arms.

"Very flattering, yes. What of it?"

The snake's subtle smile broadened just slightly as he went on.

"For all your talents, you crave situations in which you are at your least capable. Scenes of peril, of helplessness flash through your mind. What if you weren't fast enough this time? What if someone else was better? Such a humiliating turn of the cards for a talented one as you - and you long for it in your most secret moments."

The only possible course of action for Mahiri was to deny such scandalous accusations. She interrupted the calm of the moment by throwing her hands in the air and giving her head a too-vigorous shake.

"Well! I imagine such tactics might work on someone of a weaker mind, but I'm not about to fall for your tricks. You'll keep saying such ridiculous things until I start to believe them, when really it's just about working your magic and controlling from within, isn't it? I've dealt with others like you. Common hypnotists, no masters of the mind."

Her tone was slightly threatening, but she wasn't overtly hostile, despite her words. It was more the playful competitiveness that came with such an exchange. If he truly wanted her, then he was going to have to keep trying. Lorenti just gave a long, soft hiss. It made her shudder a little, trying to shake off the seductive influence of his natural snakish charm. His hood was still glimmering, his eyes slightly swirling, but her thoughts remained her own for the moment.

"Oh, dear Mahiri. I have no intention of controlling you. Manipulative magic may work that way, but hypnosis? That is little more than the power of suggestion. I suggest - and it is entirely upon you if you choose to accept. And I know you wish to accept."

"Hmf."

Mahiri couldn't deny it. She was squirming in her boots. Her outfit felt ever so tight, ever so sweltering. A growing part of her wanted to simply strip down and see what he had to offer her. Though if his mind-reading was correct - she couldn't make it that easy. So she went ahead and puffed her chest out all defiantly at him, an act that perhaps came across as more enticing than she intended, given the size of her tightly-constrained bust.

"Well, if that's the way you want to play it, then go on. Suggest."

She waited for him to make a move. Part of her still expected him to lunge without warning at any moment. His coils were wrapped up like a spring, surely able to provide plenty of leverage if he suddenly wanted to throw himself at her. Instead, he pried deep into her mind and drew something out. She could feel it happening.

"It seems ... " he began, thinking about it, analyzing her every impulse. "Why don't we start simple? Come closer. Strip yourself down before me. Let me wrap you up in my coils. You can pretend I caught you, that you had no choice, if it helps your pride. You can squirm against my grip while I admire your every soft curve, knowing you've been defeated simply for stepping foot in my domain. But only if that is your true, inner will."

She caught her hand moving all on its own to a securing strap on her armour. Halting that action in place, she instead took the time to think about it. One good look at him told her he could grant her such pleasures, even if it seems dangerous to submit to his coils. Oh, but how she wanted to know how they would feel against her fur. Would he squeeze her carefully, would he constrict her dangerously tight? She was aching, blazing, clenching tight at the mere thought of being close to him. And through it all, she still felt as if those thoughts were her own, that he really was reading her mind and nothing more. Though she hoped he wanted her just as much as she had started longing for him.

"Hmmm ..." she murmured out loud, as much pondering as she was softly moaning.

The intricacies of her outfit meant it would have been ever so difficult to strip her from it if he had instead taken an aggressive approach. Instead, she did it for him. She didn't put on much of a show. The process of removing her armour was far too cumbersome to be particularly seductive in the way she did it, though she did add a notable sway of her hips while she worked to expose her spots to the patient snake. He still hadn't moved from his spot, his throne of sorts. He didn't have to, not when she was doing his bidding at a mere suggestion.

Her breasts sprang forth once they were free, juicier than they appeared beneath the tight leather once the pressure was relieved on them, but just as perky. Then her slight paunch, her ample thighs. The act of peeling her undergarments from her sloshed, slathered pussy was a messy one. She never truly realized just how wet she was until she was clinging onto the soaked-through fabric she'd worn beneath her coverings. A quick flick of her wrist tossed those to the side while she focused on stripping right down to her naked fur.

The display was already shameless enough without the purring, but she simply couldn't help letting out some pleased vibrations to see the way he admired her body. Maybe it was just his natural expression, but there was something so greedy in his gaze, something that made her feel as if he was already stroking his fingers over the shape of her figure. She could so easily imagine how it would have felt to sink into his coils.

It was in that mesmeric state of desire that she wandered forth, casting aside weapons, trinkets, and any last pieces of protective gear she was wearing. Getting into all that wasn't easy. She only ever stripped down if she intended to stay for a while. And Lorenti greeted her with open arms, proving her every suspicion correct. It felt every bit as incredible to press against his scales as she thought it might.

A hiss of greeting as he embraced her kept her calm and enticed alike. She gave a slither of her own with the way she crawled up into his lap, of sorts. That broad seat supported them just fine as she gave in to her urges and pressed her naked body to his own. She still expected some sort of lunge, some drastic, aggressive action from him now that he had her within his clutches, but she hoped he'd take it slow.

Every touch, every sensation was one worth savouring to her, and so it seemed to him too. He was good with his hands. That was a designation she didn't give out lightly, considering her skills. Yet there she was, thinking it, praising him internally while he fondled her rosettes and knowing he could feel those thoughts emanating outwards.

The serpent's exploration of her body kept her purring. Those rumbles only grew deeper the more firmly he groped into her soft heft. She was a lot less imposing outside of her armour than in it, truly. Where the tight leather tended to hug up around the places where she was at her cushiest, hiding the bit of pudge she carried with her. He stroked up along the outline of her hips and then slowly over the sides until he was under her arms.

The temptation to squeeze her breasts was surely there, but he resisted it. Instead, he brought his scaled fingers to the long, taut braid of hair she tied to keep it out of the way while on a job. He worked carefully to ensure he didn't tug out any of her precious crimson hair while he unbound that long bundle, letting it unfurl and splay over her bare shoulders, then cascade down her back like a shimmering cape. From there the next step of stroking his digits through her locks was obvious.

"You are gorgeous with your adventuring things cast aside. There is no need to worry about the many dangers of your life now. You are with me, and I shall take very good care of you."

It became slowly apparent to her that he wasn't moving his mouth when he spoke to her. Either that was some very skillful ventriloquism or he was simply making those words appear in her mind. Every syllable came with such a curious tingle. She'd felt that fleeting sensation before, that crackle across her scalp, but never had it been so prominent as when she had the serpent speaking directly into her thoughts. Pleasure such as that was plenty enough to make her trust him, to allow herself to be soothed and lulled to a tranquil, if still achingly horny state while he further examined her.

"I know where you are most sensitive, Mahiri," he said in that drippingly sexual internal hiss. "I know precisely how to please you. Close off your worries and simply relax."

She could do that. A long, outward sigh indicated her transition from tentatively intrigued to fully committed to letting him have her. His groping palms only reinforced her confidence that it was the right decision. He was as talented a masseuse as he was seductive, using his dexterous fingers to their fullest effect as he dug deep into the muscles of her back. She was a little sore there, he was right, and his hypnotic insight allowed him to pinpoint all the places she was tense and in need of relief. A few good rubs into the aches and burdens of her adventuring body was enough to make him melt into his form, to collapse against him with a breathing puff of air and a sustained purr that rattled against his scales.

She closed her eyes and let pure sensation sustain her, trusting him to know exactly what to do with her body. It was easy to stay silent right up until she felt his coils circling around her ankles, giving her the first of his squeezes, if very gentle ones. He took his time with every single detail of her, including tangling her up in his powerful lower body, but she could already feel the muscle behind that tender, kneading grip. She was putting herself in a very vulnerable position by allowing him to wrap her up. The anticipation of the impending helplessness had her slightly quivering.

"With me you shall experience those things you could never quite articulate. The desires that whispered in the back of your mind, never fully formed, much less indulged in shall be ours to enjoy."

She almost wanted to tease him that he'd already thoroughly convinced her, but instead she just focused on purring her way through his sensual speech. Every word is just as much a pleasure as ever, leaving her breath slightly shaky with the clenches of lust that overcame her. She was only getting wetter while he squeezed her thighs together with the bulk of his circling coils. He really crept up far along her form while she was preoccupied with listening to him.

By then, he was just getting to her hips. From ankle to rump, he stopped to knead her, to work deeply into her plush curves with his tender squeezes - and then deeper still. It bordered just on too tight for her, but never quite grew uncomfortable. Instead, it was simply a show. He suitably demonstrated his power to her as if to remind her that he was a large, deadly snake, that he could crush her at his leisure, but chose not to for how pleased he was with her form. Two hands planted firmly on her ass, kneading deep into those cheeks by reaching through a gap in his coils helped to assure her he found her every bit as sexy as she found him.

"Think for me, Mahiri," he said. "Let your mind unshackle itself, let the desires flow as freely as you can allow them while I taste you."

Her heart gave a little flutter at the mention of being tasted by a snake. She decided to ignore it rather than to question why. Instead, her focus becomes instead on obeying his command - or his suggestion, supposedly. It hardly felt like he was exerting any sort of control over her when his every single idea was so well-suited to her urges, crafted to fit her desires thanks to his intrusive insight. She watched him flick his shiny black forked tongue near her face, observing the sheen of that drooly thing, and then soon accepted it into her mouth.

Her lower body was for squeezing, and her top half he granted a firm embrace with his two strong arms that enabled him to stroke up and down her spine. Such a position was perfect for making out with a snake. She swallowed his tongue in seconds of it pushing past her lips, sucking, slurping, sharing in their saliva that flowed thicker while they indulged in a mutual exchange of flavours. They mushed and sucked and smooched tight to one another's lips until she'd nearly pushed her muzzle inside his mouth in her eagerness. It stopped just short of that.

Despite their deep kiss, he was still able to communicate with her clearly. His thoughts were just as clear inside her.

"I want to take you deeper now, Mahiri," he began. The vague nature of such a statement left her heart pounding for a few moments as she considered what it might have meant, but he soon went on. "Deeper into your own mind, deeper into relaxation. Release those last holds you have. There is no shame here. I offer no condemnation of the desires that blaze bright inside you."

She wasn't sure exactly how to do such a thing, just that she wanted to. Her eyes were already closed. She was already sucking on his tongue. Yet when she concentrated on finally dropping the last of her guard, on fully giving herself up to anything that might have happened, she felt supremely at peace. He wetly hissed into her mouth in what she hoped was approval and then slowly pulled from their kiss.

At last, she was no longer anxious about what he might do, nor doubting his ability. She simply sat there in his lap, her pussy tender and swollen as she pressed it against his belly, awaiting his next move. He simply breathed on her a while, his breath surprisingly cool against her saliva-matted muzzle, and then he began to tug. She wasn't sure what direction her body was going at first, but the firm grip on her lower half ensured she went right along with his coils. And for as soft and solid as her body might have been, he didn't have the slightest of trouble lifting her.

With hair draped down over her blissfully smiling face, she didn't offer anything but a mewl of excitement as he raised her up in his grasp and inverted her with ease. She dangled there, purring, dripping, feeling her own juices trickling all the way down to her face as she continued clenching with anticipation. For all his groping, he still hadn't tended to her aching sex right up to that very moment. It was worth all the waiting.

With her vision blocked, she could solely focus on every sensation he had on offer, allowing her to discern the details of his tongue stroking along her petals. He took his time in gently parting the folds of her pussy, in slowly wriggling inside. His tongue was every bit as serpentine as the rest of him, wriggling, winding, bending in such ways as to stimulate her every single detail. Only after he'd given her an exquisitely thorough tasting did he bring her closer, opening wind to engulf her whole sex in his mouth at once, as best he could.

She felt his fangs lightly jabbing into her soft ass, but they hardly hurt. That was just a method to keep her in place while he sloppily pleasured her. Dangling her there in his coils was surprisingly comfortable for her, though she did reach up to clear her hair out of her face as best she could. He slowly eased her down towards that inconspicuous slit while he tantalized her with his tasting and sucking alike. She was far too caught up to notice the lewdness of her inverted position until he started to stir.

A pause amid her writhing, twisting, mewling moans and huffs and she watched him firm for her. A slow schlick of that slit parting for the meaty black spire within left her glimpsing its glistening tip, taking in a pleasing huff of snake musk. As if she needed to be any more seduced. She was content to watch him grow erect and firm for her while he ate her out for a while longer, but eventually she needed a taste of her own.

The blood rushing to her head made her a little dizzy, but she'd sucked cocks in more compromising positions before. First, she took her time licking her way to the base. A few sample slurps to get a dose of his flavour, and she was swiftly an addict. She wanted more, and she didn't need any sort of hypnotic compulsion to keep going. Another lick, harder, wetter, but not any faster. She made sure to drag out those extended slurps, to wind her way full around his spire and leave spirals of saliva streaked across its shiny surface.

Her reward was a hiss projected directly inside her. It rattled her to the core, sending tingles up her spine, all the way to her scalp once more. She clamped down on his tongue as if to suddenly squirt for him, but she stopped short of that. Instead, she channelled her lust into slipping up to his tip once more and licking off the generous bead of precum forming there. Fully firmed, he was an impressive specimen, rigidly standing up from that wet snake slit, offering her so very much to wet her tongue with and swallow down before she took the plunge.

His mesmerizing presence whispering into her mind ensured her natural talents were even more impressive. She dove down and engulfed him as if she hardly needed to breathe. That sucking swallow didn't stop until she bottomed out with her muzzle smooching tightly to his scales. Lapping up some of the juices flowing around his slit was her first step before she started sucking. Her eyes were still closed. Her breathing was slow and controlled in the gaps between her bobbing slurps. She lost herself in the delight of giving pleasure, and received it back in turn.

He nibbled on her rump while he fucked her cunt with his forked tongue, curling it up just to jab it forth in a slithering, slobbering thrust that left her thighs flexing taut with every edging clench. If he was going to make her cum so quickly then she was just going to have to give him the best head of his life, even with her legs still trapped in his grasping coils.

She threw her body into the effort, rolling her whole upper half with a serpentine gyration of her own. Sucking his dick like a stormy wave, she crashed her muzzle into his scales over and over, swallowing the first few inches of his throbbing spire, squeezing the rest between her tongue and palate. The contrast of surfaces, rough and smooth, made her every lunge down on his cock all the more stimulating. Surely he couldn't last when she was tantalizing him with such an impressively slutty display.

It was with almost competitive flair that she eagerly guzzled his juices while he drank her flowing nectar, gulping from her drenched pussy, draining her of every taste he could get. Such ample throatfuls of her liquid desire was enough to make him loudly swallow each time, the pulsing ULP pushing through the other slippery sounds to pierce right to the centre of her pleasure. She wasn't sure why she enjoyed hearing that so much, but she didn't question it when it made her climax.

His hisses were inside her mind as much as they were projected directly into her pussy. The sultry noise only ensured she went over the edge all the harder. A sudden swing of her hips and she shoved her sex in his face while he sucked her cunt dry of every single spurt she gave him. She was hardly in any position to yowl, but there still escaped some muffled cat noises while she soared off into the sky on a cloud of her own ecstasy. Or maybe it was more of a plummet. Either way, she was left twitching in his coils, convulsing in all manner of strange ways, and absolutely gushing her way through a release brought about solely by the talents of his tongue. The only thing that could have made the moment better was precisely what she got, seconds after she came down from her trance of pleasure, as if she simply thought it into reality.

For all his stoicism, she still managed to break him. His hisses betrayed his delight. So too did the flexing pulses of his coils all around her legs. Several of them squeezed on her almost too tightly, but she happily endured if it meant she got to swallow a load of snake cum. It wasn't going to be easy while tipped upside down like that. She was just going to have to impress him with what her throat could do. His cock mirrored the sudden spasms of his serpentine lower body, bulging between her dark lips, peaking until there finally came that rich, hot burst she craved.

She hardly got a chance to taste it. He came directly down her throat and left her guzzling until there was a sensation of warmth inside her belly. The initial shot was enough to fill her. The rest was just stuffing her, until those forceful spurts came splattering up from her throat and into her mouth, even her nose when he'd pumped her full of enough snake jizz to satisfy her appetite for a short while. Even as she glowed and purred, dangling and dripping, she could still feel that ache. All it took was a briefly flashed image in her mind, a single second's consideration of how she might look pregnant with snake-cat hybrids.

"So you wish me to breed you, leopardess." It wasn't a question. His internal voice was every bit as clear and steady despite him still being immersed in her puffy cunt. He slowly pulled his tongue from within the flood of her depths and left her juices streaming rivers down her white tum to pool between her breasts as he continued. "I would love to mate with such a fine feline beauty. Your mind tells me you shall never be satisfied, no matter how good I make you feel, until I get you thoroughly, unquestionably pregnant."

Yessssss. She wanted to say it, but it remained a thought, a hissed one at that. It was easier to put such emphasis on her words when she was only using her internal voice. Her mouth was busy anyway. She slowly slipped off his cock, drooling his cum, inundated with his masculine taste, but she knew every single word he spoke was true. It was pulled right from her own head, after all. Seeing the world the right way up again was a welcome chance. A mere twist of his coils had them face to face once more, exchanging breath. Hers was hot and shaky, while he remained as calm as ever. If it wasn't for all the snake spunk inside her, she might have worried that he didn't even enjoy himself. His cock was still hard, as if she hadn't sucked down what felt like a whole pint of cum. Well, she was just going to have to milk him for everything he had left.

"Peace, Mahiri. You do not need to worry about satisfying me. You may rest assured I shall not stop with you until I have taken absolutely everything I desire, in turn."

That was the first time he'd shown any initiative beyond simply pleasing her. It made her heart flutter a little, she had to admit. So too did the approach of his coils. He grasped her more tightly still, and wound his way up past her hips and beneath her breasts. Cupping those atop one of his muscular coils made her gasp a little, but better still was the pressure coming down upon those ample mounds, squishing them flatter with the careful pressure applied. It was just enough to cut her breaths slightly short without causing her any discomfort. Her head was spinning, her eyelids were fluttering, but not for any sort of suffocation.

He got over her shoulders and pinned her arms down flat. A few demonstrations of his strength left her joints pleasantly popping and crackling as he flexed taut around her naked curves. It sounded frightful, but more than anything it simply worked any remaining tension out of her with that precise chiropractic treatment, helping her to slump deeper into trusting relaxation even if she knew she was in the most vulnerable position possible.

Well, almost, anyway. The finish to his grand display of dominance was to slightly part the coils bound around her waist to leave himself enough space to get full access to her tender pussy. She was visibly clenching for him. The ache made her whine and mewl. She could hardly access any of her usual big cat noises. A kitty in his grasp, drawn forth, helpless, needy, burning inside with the urge to breed with such a handsome, regal stud. It was only then that he finally rose up from his cushion, bringing her down to the cushioned floor to lay her atop a bed of coils.

He followed her down and got on top of her, eyes locked with her own the whole time. Of course he never blinked, so she made up for it by doing it twice as much, fluttering and shrinking from his powerful gaze, losing herself in his eyes more and more. She simply loved to look at them, never tiring of admiring their violet and azure wonder. Such depths they had. They produced a tangible sensation of falling the longer she stared, but she had no desire to look away.

With one smooth motion, he entered her. She gasped but found her voice fell short of anything more than that. That was quicker than she expected. She had no complaints when it meant coming closer to finally fulfilling that constant nagging need inside her. A smooth, wet push into her sex, parting her folds, stuffing deep, and she was left to soak in his hisses and occasional groans. The latter noises were especially welcome. She wanted so very badly for him to enjoy her as much as she enjoyed him. By the rigid, wet pulsing of his cock inside her, that wasn't too much to ask for. His accumulated coils offered him an abundance of leverage with which to thrust and hump, to grind inside her and take her exactly how she wanted to be taken. Yet for all the pleasures he gave her, nothing felt better than hearing his inner voice turn suddenly lewd within the confines of her mind.

"You are a precious leopardess and I want to fuck you until you can scream no more. I am going to cum inside your tight cat cunt and make you my mewling snake slut for as long as I wish. A thick, needy feline whore like you will do anything for her serpent master, won't she?"

The initial shock swiftly shifted to warmth and lust alike. Was he speaking that way because he knew she wanted to hear it? If so, he was a natural at it. He sounded genuine, every syllable utterly dripping with desire. She was still observing his gaze. Something changed there within his reptilian eyes. He grew more intense, more fearsome. A flash of fang and a more threatening hiss than ever reminded her he was a dangerous creature, and she was trapped, caught in his coils, left with no choice but to let him have his way. And that was exactly how she wanted it. She softly moaned for him, she mewed, she made all the cutest noises she could before just falling into plain stifled moaning. With his coils pressing on her sensitive breasts like that, she couldn't get enough air to truly scream for him yet, but it felt more and more likely the longer he worked between her forcefully parted thighs.

The springing lunge of coils ensured he fucked her with the power she so craved. There was little that was sensual about their coupling anymore. He pumped her hard, slammed into her body, and suppressed her jiggling with his constant overpowering grip. That cock rammed her hard enough to make her roll her eyes back. It would have been easy to just pass out when she was getting roughly bred by such a strong snake, but she didn't want to miss a moment.

Through blurred vision, she watched him looming, stared into his eyes when she wasn't following the flicks of his tongue. He tasted the air and drew closer and closer to her face until he finally overtook her in a kiss once more. She was a passive participant in that sloppy snake smooch, simply enduring as best she could, projecting some of her escaped moans right into his open throat. His lower body and his coils alike thumped her hard enough to burst while he shoved his shaft deep inside her clenching sex, but no matter how rough he was with her, she only wanted more. Her mind blazed with the urges she couldn't fully express. Harder. Harder. Break me.

Lorenti happily obliged with his pounding lunges. It was as precise as it was ferocious. He fucked her right where she needed it, attuned to her reactions so well that he could apply extra pressure to where she was most sensitive while laying off the spots where she gave less of a reaction. Pleasure enough to drive her laughing mad left her quivering in his grasp. When she squirmed too much, he just clamped down harder with his embrace of coils, driving some of the air out of her. In time she came to realize she could hardly breathe at all, that she was going under, fading, losing her grasp on consciousness.

He never outright crushed her, but he came close, testing her limits, arranging her joints for numerous satisfying pops that sounded like he was breaking bones, when really he was just rearranging them a little. All the intensity ensured she was alight with thigh-numbing, drool-worthy pleasure, trembling to ecstasy, seeing nothing but his unblinking visage while she stumbled over the edge and into squirting bliss.

If he told her she'd died and gone to some heavenly afterlife, she would have believed him. Such delights were hardly meant for her mortal body. He released his grip just in time to keep her from passing out in the midst of her incredible release. Sucking up a breath to refill her taxed lungs, she suddenly bellowed it back out with a sharp, shrill scream that was hardly befitting of a proper leopardess. That was the sound of a mating alley cat, not the stealth predator from which she was descended. Yet that note continued wailing, quavering as she came for him, soaking her way through a climax that hugged and pumped around his buried inches with the urgent demand for his seed. She was ever so heated for him, convulsing with the need to be bred by his glorious virility. The moment her voice started to falter and her pleasure started to subside, he gave her one more perfect thrust and held himself all the way inside her to give her what her body cried for.

She hardly cared if a snake and a feline could truly breed. Had she ever seen a hybrid of their species before? It didn't matter. Just having his spunk inside her was satisfaction enough. He shot it into her womb just as hard as he did her mouth. It was rich, warm, thick, splurting loudly in her drenched sex. She could hear it pumping as much as she could feel it. Those heavy throbs made her whole body twitch. Just when she thought he was done, gone dormant to finish his climax, he pulled suddenly back with a juicy squelch and gave her five more utterly devastating thrusts to fuck that snake cum deep inside her.

Each stroke brought another jet of jizz from between her thighs, soaked his coils and belly alike, and then he shoved in all the way once more and held himself there to finish seeding her. They melted together in a sprawl of hisses and purrs, locking into a sloppy kiss, sucking each other's tongues once more. For all his mesmerizing domination, that was a moment born of pure passion for one another. But he never let her out of his coils the whole time. He wasn't done with her.

"Mahiri," he began, and let her name ring through her head for a while. "I want you."

That much was obvious, but the way he said it said more than the words alone. She sensed she knew what he meant. Images flashed through her mind once more. She knew she couldn't hide them. What if, she told herself, and then did her best not to think such naughty, dangerous things. There was no denying what ran through her thoughts. He continued.

"A talented adventurer like you, with a private lust for complete, utter defeat? Truly a forbidden pleasure unlike any other, dear leopardess. I see things in your mind that you have never more than touched on, yet those seeds planted long ago have never truly left you. You long for something more than simply sex. You wish not just to be coiled and fucked by the snake you just met ... but to be consumed as well."

She shuddered in his grasp. He quickly suppressed that motion with a squeeze, as if to remind her that she was utterly his. Even though he was speaking inside her head, he still dropped his voice lower as if whispering into one of her flattened ears.

"I would like that very much. Our desires are the same, crying out in unison. You wish to be dominated, humiliated, claimed for the pleasure of someone stronger. I wish to devour you. We are aligned, sweet feline."

They were still locked into a kiss. He pushed against her muzzle, and slowly began to stretch his maw over her face. It didn't take long for her to be engulfed in darkness, drenched in his saliva, listening to the schlick of his mouth slipping along her features. He soaked her hair and fur alike as he drooled for her. Spit dripped from his lower lip as he truly tasted her, sucking upon her head, taking her in down to her throat. That was where he stopped to savour his prey, suckling away as much flavour from her warm fur as he possibly could. Only when she was utterly drained of taste to the point her cheeks felt numb did he proceed to start swallowing her. She couldn't deny the surging thrill that ran through her every nerve when she heard the first commanding gulp echo all around her.

"For so very long you have desired this. Dreamed of it in your most private moments, knowing you shouldn't. With your dangerous life, you were always going to end up in a belly. Be content in knowing how much I will enjoy having you in mine. You are a treat to be savoured, nothing more, nothing less."

Another powerful ulp was his punctuation to that echoing mental speech. She tried to ponder how to respond, but her thoughts were a cacophony of scattered words. Nothing formed to coherence, even as she grappled with the thought of panicking, with the break of reality creeping into her happy, mesmerized daze. That quieted down in time. Instead, there came the constant reward, the flood of pleasure that came with submitting to the snake's desires, knowing he understood precisely what was best for her. Though she was in no position to speak, she concluded all her mental jumbling with a simple, decisive thought, one projected as firmly as possible from within her mind.

Yes Master.

He didn't comment back on that. There was no need. She had been seized by his powerful presence, but she never felt any degree of force or falsehood. He was merely acting upon the urges he dredged up from her dirty mind. For all her triumphs, all her clever tricks and occasional ferocity - she'd never lost the urge to lose. Perhaps that was what made her susceptible to his hypnotic manipulation. Or perhaps every moment spent being savoured and swallowed by a snake was one she'd longed for in the deepest, darkest reaches of her desires. She didn't question him and the fate he'd chosen for her. Nor did she bother to consider the consequences of her impending ingestion. There was no fear, simply sensation and delight, shared between them both as he helped himself to a much-anticipated meal. He was almost down to her breasts by then.

The gentle prodding of his teeth helped ensure she never fully faded into the trance that had overtaken her. She may have been dazed and dulled, but she was never numb. Every single sensation was evident to her, from the wriggling stroke of his tongue to welcome every inch of her inside his mouth, to the nibbling jabs of his fangs and smaller teeth, and of course the constant, rolling undulations of his unbreakable peristalsis. She was all but paralyzed by the enrapturing experience of being eaten alive and whole by such a magnificent creature.

Glimpses of how the scene must have looked from the outside flashed through her mind. Slowly squirming back and forth, she gave herself a mental show, as if watching her own body being devoured from the outside. Then it was right back into her own perspective when he lightly bit her breasts, squeezing those tits into his mouth one at a time, squishing them down flat to the bottom of his maw. Drool was pouring from his open mouth by then. He simply let it flow, let it paint and coat his prey, soaking into her fur and skin alike while his coils slowly stuffed her down his gullet.

There was no doubt that he was really doing it. She had entertained the notion that he'd simply been playing with her, that he might slurp and suckle on her for a while before letting her go. Not anymore. Instead, she could only gasp as he took her breath away with a heavy squeeze to her trapped chest. Her tits made for a fine outline in his throat as he swallowed. He fed along her belly, walked his fangs down her spine. Now and then he bit, just enough to give her that small flash of pain without hurting her too much. That just meant she was all the more focused, primed to every single flex and squish of his throat all around her slathered body.

She bathed in her drool, she breathed slowly, she kept her eyes shut tight and basked in the once-in-a-lifetime experience of being a snake's dinner. The way he was treating her was something more than savouring her. He tended to every single detail, licked and tasted every rosette before more of her crested over the back of his glottis and into his waiting gullet, steadily massaged by his gradual gulps. It was all so methodical that she almost felt like she wasn't getting any deeper inside of him for several minutes, right up to the moment he pressed his lips around her waist.

Such a position made for a prime moment to tease her a little more. Her pussy was already overflowing, utterly flooded with his cum, but she could certainly feel a little more pleasure. He was delicate with her well-fucked cunt, licking slowly across her folds while he swallowed her down just a little more between each slurp. There was enough of her inside his throat to start releasing the grip of his coils. She visibly bulged beneath his golden scales, attractively outlined when he gulped, and for a few seconds she swore she could picture how she must have looked. A great serpent with his meal still visibly squirming in his throat, that masculine beast devouring her soft, feminine form was equal parts enticing and terrifying.

To the outside mind, it might have even looked grotesque, but Mahiri knew how good it felt, how the cool touch of his maw gave way to greater and greater warmth the closer she got to his core. Every slobbery, schlucking sensation, every sound, every stroke of slimy gullet flesh across her naked fur was one that brought her closer and closer to the most perfect ecstasy she'd ever experienced. But the peak was still yet to come, even as he drew his tongue away from her sex and focused on fitting her plump ass into his mouth.

That took the most effort. Her broad hips pressed out the side of his cheeks, making for an impressive bulge. Such a shapely form would have made for a prime breeding pet if he'd so chosen, a seductive broodmother to bear his offspring. Yet it was those same ample shapes that made her ever so satisfying to swallow. His own pleasure reflected into her mind, ensuring she enjoyed being eaten every bit as much as he enjoyed eating her. She was locked in constant moaning, purring, and sometimes squirming while she slid towards his fate.

The constant slurp and slather of his wet throat around her head kept her from hearing his belly gurgling just yet, but she could feel his hunger. It radiated through his entire being. It guided his every action. Even as he reached up to clasp her thighs and knead them, there grew a certain urgency in his actions. For the most part, he remained composed, hissing contentedly as he swallowed her in juicy gulp after gulp, but she could feel his throat pressing down harder, flexing more frequently, forcing her down into the humid darkness just that much faster while he gobbled his way down her spotted legs.

The drag of fangs along the back of her thighs was a truly unequalled sensation. She gave a little twitch, a little shiver in response. Part of her still wondered if he was venomous, not that it mattered. Her fate would have been the same, either way. The little nibble to the back of her knees made her curl her legs and toes alike, wiggling the tip of her tail as he worked his way to the bottom of his prize. She was almost down, almost fully ingested, but there was still so much farther to go to reach her goal.

Her body was still all stretched out, pressing right past his upper body and into his coils, where his stomach truly awaited. Maybe other meals might have merely rested in his torso, but a feast like her deserved a spot within the winding length of his bulky lower body. Her toes were wiggling, her tail swaying, and she couldn't help a cry of bliss as he sealed his lips around her paws at last. The second half of his meal was one he spent less time on, but only because the anticipation of that final swallow was one he couldn't resist as it grew closer. She was almost gone.

First, he slurped her. A suckle on her paws teased and tickled her, and the extended tug of her tail tip between his lips left it wiggling about like a wet noodle, flinging the excess drool that clung to it. All her gravity shifted, and she was left without a single hint of leverage with which to climb back out, if she so chose. He lingered, waited, breathing deep, and finally sighed his way into fully swallowing her, pushing her whole body into his gullet and beyond, dragging her slickly, slowly down through his coils to wind her way through scaled spirals, bulging all the way. The thickest part of him was near where serpent body met his upper half, meaning things only hugged tighter around her ample form the deeper she went.

She was too tired, too overwhelmed to moan anymore, but she didn't stop purring. That just came automatically when she was getting so much stimulation at once. The walls never stopped stimulating her, never let her go a moment without renewing the infinite pleasure he brought her in the process of ingesting her. Only when she finally pushed down into a long, relatively spacious chamber near the bottom of his tail did she get a chance to rest and gather herself. What remained of her senses, anyway.

"And so we have a foregone conclusion, reached at last." Even though she was much farther from his voice then, his words still felt whispered directly in her ear. "You were always meant to feed a snake, Mahiri. You must have known the day was close as you added cushion to your curves. Have you been preparing yourself just to satisfy me? Perhaps not, but I can dream of such. You did not know when this day would come, or who would be the snake to claim your plump body. Now there is nothing more for us but to bask together and savour your final days before my stomach erases you from this realm."

Did he say days? She had to wonder just how long she would truly last in there. It was her home. She felt no fear. Merely the pleasure of being held close and cherished for everything she was. Not an adventurer, not even a leopardess. Simply food. It was the only thing that mattered. He brought his coils around close to his upper body and began to stroke across her bulging shape.

Near every detail was clear under his scales. He ran his fingers down her spine, kneaded the shape of her ass, squeezed tight into her thighs. Then he moved around to grip both her tits, working deep with a claw-fingered grip just to bring a gasp from her. Somehow there was still air enough to sustain her way down within his gut. The slightest squirm was met with a slopping, churning, fleshy sound as the walls squeezed inwards, but she hardly felt any sort of digestive process yet. Snakes were known to take their time with food, eating only every few weeks, or even months. Was that how long he was going to keep her?

Her demise was coming, but it was far from over for her. He massaged along her body and tended to her tensions, just in case she had any left. She was all stretched out for him still, not curled up in the slightest thanks to his spacious stomach. That also meant she was fully immersed in the juices that began to trickle over her naked body. They basted her, they glazed her fully in tingly fluids. The sensations were gentle, but just enough to tell her she was being digested then, albeit slowly. There was no pain, no panic, nothing but the hypnotic conviction that she was precisely where she needed to be. Where exactly her mind ended and his began wasn't clear. It didn't matter. His will was her own. He was her snake, her keeper, her master, and she was honoured to have such a handsome, discerning creature be the one to digest her. At his silent suggestion, she saw it less as death and more as joining him, leaving everything she once was behind.

Time grew funny for her then. In the darkness of his serpent belly, she couldn't sense for time. She didn't feel hunger or thirst, even as she felt as if hours had slipped by with nothing more than the kneading of his palms and fingers for company. His belly grumbled and gurgled all around her, usually calmly, but now and then she found herself roused from the digestive stupor by a particularly aggressive glorp and splash of fluids.

She constantly tingled all over, especially between the thighs when the juices got at her more sensitive places, but she could hardly complain. Not when there came pleasure mixed in with the process of being slowly assimilated, transformed so imperceptibly slowly she started to wonder if anything was really happening. His satisfaction radiated to her, letting her share in the cool, dormant daze that fell over him in the aftermath of his hefty meal. It might have been minutes, hours, or a full day that he rested there with his hands upon his prey, feeling her up and admiring her figure, until lust overtook satisfaction and drove him to move once more.

"You are .... ssssss ..." Even in his thoughts, he couldn't help a pleasured hiss, a grunt amid his usually composed speeches. Once he had a hold of himself, he continued. "You are a beautiful, precious feline, Mahiri. One of the loveliest things I've ever eaten. It seems almost a crime against nature to digest you - and yet when I think of your body finally starting to soften and smooth over, mmm, my ..."

For once he didn't even have the words. Instead, he expressed himself by getting on top of her once more. She felt his weight coming down as he rubbed against her confined body. A few squirms was the best she could give back when he started humping her. Grinding, stroking his erect cock over his trapped curves, he rubbed on her all he liked while she remained helpless to do anything but be enjoyed. Even after the hours or perhaps more of slowly simmering inside him, she was as solid as ever, holding up to his amorous attention even once he started thrusting. He couldn't penetrate her while she was caught inside his body, but he could certainly enjoy the bulges of her feminine shape. After glazing juices over the full outline of her form, he found a spot against her plump ass and focused his rubbing there, pumping his hips as if mating with her.

"In another time, another life, I am still fucking your gorgeous body," he told her as she listened to his distant heartbeat intensifying. "I would have had my way with you for days before I was truly done - and even then merely for a rest. Yet it seems my stomach shall have its way instead. I certainly have no regrets. Do you?"

It seemed almost as if he was mocking her lust-addled state. Her mind was far too blurred to properly answer that. She couldn't even form the word no. It was just dazed groaning and occasional whimpering while he pleasured himself with her slowly digesting body. A hiss, even a snort of pleasure, and he drove himself to a peak against her cheeks. They wobbled beneath his scales from the force of his thrusts, along with the rest of her curvy body. Even through the layers between her and the outside world she could still feel him cumming on her.

He painted her silhouette with hot snake spunk, creamed her bulging body until he'd painted much of his lower coils with the excessive cumshot. It left him grunting, nearly snarling his hisses for a time, drooling enough to let saliva drip from his chin. Only when he'd fully emptied his internal balls of seed did he relax once more, straighten up and pull her close to continue kneading, squishing his own cum between her fingers.

"Divine, sublime leopard meat," he softly spoke. "I wonder how many days you have left?"

Somehow, she endured. It was ages she dwelt down in the darkness of that constantly churning chamber. He alternated between tending to her, teasing her, admiring her, and simply ignoring her to go about his duties, tending to his chamber, reading through his tomes. Magic potent enough to snare a cunning rogue like her required study, and he brushed up on his skills or practised his enchantments even as he actively digested her alive. Other times, he was simply dormant, reserving energy while he devoted his body's resources into melting his prey.

Sometimes she missed gaps of time, supposedly asleep, but she always woke back up again. Numbness replaced the tingle at her extremities. At first it was just her toes she couldn't feel, but that feeling slowly crawled up along her limbs and towards her core as the days rolled past. She didn't know how many, but sometimes she thought about it. Finally, she got her answer when the snake nestled down to knead her deeply once more.

"Thirteen days," he simply said. "Will your luck run out today? You have lasted so very well. You live sustained on magic alone. I could end it any moment I want. But the choice shall be out of my hands soon enough. Let us see how soft you've become."

Up until then, he had been very gentle with her, carefully preserving her structure. That was when he got indulgent. Pressing two hands firm into her bust, he made them sink beneath his palms like clay. Her gasp came short as he did that, and she couldn't move a muscle while he continued kneading. That damning massage squished into her soft, malleable form. She'd never noticed how much she'd truly melted, slow-cooked in the heat of his seemingly tame belly.

As tender as braised meat, she slowly fell apart under his firm attention, easily squished and flattened into a shape that less and less resembled a cat the longer he worked her. It didn't hurt, but it was a slightly alarming feeling that left her feeling weaker and weaker the longer he squeezed her, until she was left clinging to the edge of consciousness, knowing it was near the final moment. There was still of course plenty of work to be done to fully convert her body into snake pudge, but her part of it was nearly done.

Before she fully diminished in his grip, she let her thoughts stray to the reality of the situation. No one would find her. Her gear would go to his collection, displayed among the many treasures he'd acquired. He was like a great, seductive dragon with his hoard, except his tastes were much more discerning than that. He only kept the best, and that included her. Then, she pondered the more immediate physical details. While he might have been a talented illusionist and hypnotist, his body was every bit as natural as hers. There were still certain things that mortal bodies did when consuming food, and once she started considering it, she truly couldn't stop, no matter how embarrassing it might have been to let him read those thoughts. He didn't let them go past without comment.

"Why yes, Mahiri. That is exactly what's going to happen to you. I am going to spend the next few days fully destroying and absorbing your body, and when you have completed your extended journey through my coils, I am going to treat you to the most humiliating of sendoffs possible. For all your beauty, all your talent and cunning, your career and life end here, deep within the stomach of your superior, your serpent master. And an unrecognizable mound shall be your legacy."

Slowly curling his tail around a nearby pillar, he began to squeeze with the full force of his serpentine might. It crushed inward on her softening body, bringing the end closer and closer with every moment spent harshly constricting her half-digested body.

"Now go. Fade to nothingness. You were as gorgeous as you were feeble-minded, weakened by your inner lusts, ever so susceptible to my desires. A fool to trust me from the start - but we had such fun together, did we not? Rest knowing that you have satisfied me, sustained me, and that I am going to take such pleasure in shitting you out."

She lived just long enough for that final, humiliating statement to truly dawn on her. It was all such a great mistake, all spurred on by his tantalizing charms, and she was about to perish and be treated to a truly ignoble end. And there was nothing she could do. It was far too late. He crushed her mashed up body in his coils and brought an end to her with one final crunching clench. Then she was still, but for the occasional violent twitch that came as life faded from her body. So ended the adventuring career of the clever feline, digested and gone in the bulky coils of a seductive snake. It was time for him to nap, to absorb her, to drain the nutrients from what remained of her plump form so he could bring about the finale of her digestive journey.

Lorenti slept for days once she was truly silent. His belly remained active all the while. All his energy went to finishing the process, to melting Mahiri down into a flattened, indistinct bulge and then smoothing that over as well. It was nearly three weeks from their first meeting that he finally rose from his slumber with the distinct sensation of digestion's conclusion. A yawn, a sigh, a satisfied hiss, and he began to slither. His chambers were hardly the place for what was about to happen. Though there was certainly a place to relieve himself within his hidden home, he journeyed farther than that. Instead, he crawled up to the lower floor above his abode, coils winding through the rows of abandoned cells that had once held various captives, long ago. He had nothing to do with the ancient horrors inflicted there. It was nothing more than a forgotten graveyard by then, and a suitable place to leave her among the other bones.

He picked a cell at random and backed his long tail into the cold interior. A raise of his lower coils and he started unceremoniously flexing. There was no show to put on anymore. He didn't need to charm her, merely to rid himself of her. A slow part of the hole near his tail tip and he started to squeeze her out as solid, warm snakeshit. The pressure told him he was going to be at it for a while, but that suited him just fine when the process was so shamelessly satisfying. He gave an occasional grunt, even a moan or two that he tried to suppress for the sake of his own dignity, but he couldn't deny it. Just as he'd said, it felt good to dispose of her, to push her through his cloaca and dump her upon the stone floor. Long, heavy logs of former feline came streaked with tangled strands of fur or hair alike, all stained and unrecognizable by then. There was no doubt that it had once been her, by those telltale traces, but no one would have ever looked close enough to know.

The longer he relieved himself of the cat, the more solid his waste became. The bits of crumbled, ruined bone lined the next few chunks that accumulated in that growing, steaming mound. A little more squeezing and he found himself pausing, clenching, straining briefly just to fit the softened, jawless skull of his meal through that rear hole. It fell face-first into the pile of serpent shit that had been her body, locked in that jawless cry for as long as her filthy burial place remained undisturbed. And as for Lorenti, he didn't give her a second glance before he slithered away to bathe. The end of that feline beauty was a dirty one, left to slowly cool within the empty cell, to be forgotten like the rest of the bones beneath that crumbling structure. She was right. It had never been haunted. No ghosts walked those halls, including her own. Her existence was simply over, snuffed out to feed the serpent, another vanished adventurer who never returned from her perilous quest.