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[b]Introduction Redux[/b]

Yet something doesn't feel right. The more she meditates on the curious sensation itching at the back of her mind, the more she feels inclined to turn away from her intended quest. Something tells her that if she continues on her way, she'll come to some sort of terrible end. There's even part of her that feels as if she already [i]has[/i], somehow. Call it a thief's instinct.

There aren't many other options out there. She finds the nearest tree and swiftly climbs to one of its uppermost branches using only her claws for leverage. That allows her to get a better look over the horizon. It's a ruined land, once prosperous but now mostly consisting of ruins and tombs. Such a place might still have treasures to uncover, but it's most certainly dangerous. She'll need somewhere to start.

Standing in the distance, seeming almost to sway in the breeze, is the crumbling husk of what might have once been an impressive wizard's tower. She considers. For all she knows, the dungeon she meant to delve into might end up being a series of secret passages that eventually brings her there. Maybe she might be smart to go take a shortcut and head that way instead? The odd tugging feeling in her pendant seems to tell her that's a good idea.

What should she do?

[Continue her quest as before]

[Head towards the tower]

[b]A Different Path[/b]

(Continues from Head towards the tower)

Yes, this feels good, this feels right. Some part of her wants to go this way. Maybe something else does too. She's not sure what pulls her along, but she knows she feels much more confident about this new adventure than the one she left behind. Though she's not so sure if the tower itself is her intended destination.

Looking up over the cracked and partly crumbling structure, she can glimpse some remnants of its former glory. Shattered stained glass lines the window as nature interweaves with the weakened stone. Vines crawl up the outer walls, former complex patterns that almost seem to spell something out to her. It will be dangerous from a purely structural standpoint, ignoring any possible threats that might be lurking within.

There are two possible entrances that she can see. The front entrance is hidden behind an extended tunnel, perhaps for defensive purposes. It's the most likely to be guarded by traps or curse-bound creatures or so forth, of course. The alternative reveals itself in the form of a distant window near the top. The vines will assist her for some of the climb, but they don't reach up all the way. A sheer scale isn't beyond the abilities of a leopard like her, but it'll be treacherous. Which is precisely why there might be a better chance of finding untouched treasure all the way up there.

Still, it might just be better to keep moving and ignore what might be a waste of time, or that might even collapse in on her if she makes one wrong move. Something tells her there is still something out there, something waiting for her, something calling to her, and she just needs to point her feet in the right direction to let them take her there.

What should she do?

[Use the front entrance]

[Use the back entrance]

[Ignore it and move on]

[b]Chapter 9[/b]

(Continues from use the back entrance)

It's not an easy climb. For a leopard, that's saying something. Granted, she still manages to scale the wall completely unassisted, using little more than her claws and natural affinity for finding the tiniest cracks and handholds along the way. A little rubble comes free along the way, loosened from the degraded wall as she ascends. The wind whistles past her ears, blowing her hood back, but she suppresses the urge to shiver. One small slip might well send her plummeting to the distant ground below.

Once she has slowly scaled her way up that open window, she finds herself slightly winded. Grabbing the edges, she quickly hauls herself inside so she can take a breather. That means tumbling through in a somewhat inelegant way, but it's not like anyone's watching, right? So she thinks, right up until the moment she hears a little chuckle from someone nearby. She recognizes that voice.

"Ah, you again. Mahiri was it?"

Quickly raising her gaze, the leopard finds herself standing in what looks like a master bedroom, where a very prominent safe sits already open and looted. Even more prominent than that is the figure standing there regarding her panting form. She knows that tigress all too well. Dressed in a similar outfit to her own, that big cat looks excellent all wrapped up in dark leather, thickly layered atop her ample feline curves.

It's not the time to admire such a figure, though. Hervy's been the cause of some of her most embarrassing failures in thieving and adventuring alike. It's like she always seems to get there first, always outpaces her, always ends up taking the treasure home and leaving Mahiri humiliated once more. Yet Mahiri refuses to simply admit the tigress is [i]better[/i] than her.

Bigger, certainly. How that towering tiger manages to be so sneaky at her size is beyond Mahiri. Or so nimble given what she carries around, for that matter. The leopard's too busy picking herself up to ponder further, getting into a ready stance, tail twitching madly. This time won't be like the last time.

"You look tired. Was it difficult for you to get up here?" Hervy feigns mock concern. "To think I was able to out-climb a leopard. Isn't that your whole thing?"

Finally, it's time for her to actually say something. She straightens up, though her hands are never far from her hips, just in case she needs to draw on that cunning cat at any moment.

"I can climb just fine. I didn't even need a grappling hook," she feels inclined to boast. Not usually her thing, but being around that stripey menace has a way of making her feel insecure about her own thieving abilities.

"And what brought you up here in the first place? Have you been following me? It seems we can't stop running into one another," the tigress asks, looking entirely relaxed in contrast to Mahiri's agitated state. "Oh, I know what it is. You just haven't been able to stop thinking about me after last time. Isn't that true?"

Dammit. No, this isn't fair, this isn't fair at all. Hervy knows well just what kind of effect she has on the smaller rogue. On anyone, most likely. All it takes is her leaning forward a little, and casting Mahiri that deep, intensely feline gaze of lust. She runs her fingers along her sides, eventually working up to her bust to take a generous double handful. Bigger tits, bigger bulge, bigger cat- that tigress is everything the leopard wishes she could be, in body and ability alike. That jealousy has a way of manifesting as pure, unbridled desire whenever that striped cat crosses her mind, no matter how many times she's robbed her of a good payday.

Yet for as aroused as she's getting just standing in the same room as that tigress, she also feels herself blushing for a different reason. Sure, she has a losing record whenever coming into conflict with this rival rogue, but surely she can get a win over her someday. Maybe today's the day. Maybe if she plays her cards just right, she'll manage to show Hervy just how skilled she really is. The only question is how she's going to do that.

As she quietly considers, trying not to let the tigress' taunting get to her, she can't help but notice that particularly enticing treasure sitting near the other cat's feet. Seems Hervy hasn't fully emptied out that vault yet, given the small silver curio sitting there. It might not be of obvious value, but something tells her it has magical properties that'll fetch a considerable price - or perhaps even grant some sort of spectacular power. If she's quick, she can make a grab for it and dash out the nearby door, into the unknown depths of that crumbling tower.

Granted, the bigger cat has always been so very [i]fast[/i]. So much so that she's caught Mahiri in mid-air, or intercepted the perfect sneak attack in the past. If she tries to escape, she might well find herself in the tiger's clutches once more. Maybe it's better to fight it out, right here, right now, and finally settle the score. A duel, a brawl, or whatever else - perhaps Hervy shall finally lose a step when they're battling on equal terms. No more dominating the leopard with those unfair tigress tricks.

Yet would that be so bad? Those recurring losses, those times she's found herself disarmed, pinned, smothered in large, stripey feline ... oh that's the kind of memory that makes her all kinds of warm. Her roguish dignity keeps her from outright admitting it, but she's ever so hot for that cat. The moment she caught the tiger's scent, her body was already warming, already getting her all flustered and wet at the thought of [i]losing[/i] to her once more. Even if she pretends otherwise.

It's time to decide how to deal with this troublesome rival, this softly smirking temptress, the thief who's out-thieved her at every turn, in every encounter. Mahiri has a reputation to consider, after all.

What should she do?

[Fuck it. Just give in. You know you want to.]

[Not this time! It's time to fight!]

[Forget the exceptionally hot tiger. Grab the loot and run!]

[b]Ending 1[/b]

[Continues from Fuck it]

Mahiri sighs as the adrenaline drains from her. She knows she has no chance in a fight. Not only that, but she also knows that any sort of trick she might try to pull is just going to end in her getting embarrassed yet again. Worse than all that is just how hot she finds those facts. The tigress can do anything she wants, and no amount of skill or luck is going to change that. Instead, she holds up her hands in surrender.

"Alright. You've got me again. No sense fighting. Besides - " A little streak of mischievous flirtiness comes over Mahiri, and she swishes her tail with a smirk. "I think we both want the same thing anyway."

The response seems to briefly catch Hervy off guard, but she quickly rolls with it. Her smile is genuine. Maybe one still bearing [i]trouble[/i], but that's to be expected among rival cats. Most importantly, she doesn't draw a weapon or otherwise demonstrate any sort of threat as she approaches the leopardess.

"Good kitty. I was hoping you'd figure it out before we had to tussle again."

Reaching out, the tigress gives a rub to the leopard's hair, provoking a deep, intimate rumble in response.

"Now. Do you want me to take care of that heat of yours or are we going to stand around talking?"

"Heat?" Mahiri blurts, stricken by the bluntness.

She asks as if she doesn't already know. It's more than just being turned on by the presence of the bigger, stripier cat. Her body is all but crying out with the need to be beneath that titan of sensuality. Her knees are weak, her muscles are tense, and beneath the concealing layers of leather and lace alike, she is absolutely soaking wet to the point her pheromones are evident to a fellow feline from afar. Hervy makes a show of slowly inhaling, just to make it clear that there's no hiding such an intense desire from her. Then she beckons.

As if under a spell, Mahiri approaches, purring all the way. The two cats mingle their content vibrations as they get close, seeming to amplify the noise they make. They're shaking the very room they're in. Maybe the whole tower will come down around them for all those pleased sounds they're making. Mahiri doesn't come up any higher than Hervy's bust, but that suits her just fine for snuggling up against the fellow rogue. It's such a relief just to drop her guard for a little while.

Of course, Hervy is never without her deviousness. Not long after she gets her arms around the smaller cat, and she's already starting to grind on her. That bulge is tremendous. Mahiri has no idea how her pants even manage to contain it. Maybe she has to special order something extra stretchy just to fit around the considerable outline of that extra plump pair of nuts and the heavy sheath above it. A little rubbing is already enough to get Hervy stirring.

"You realize, of course, just because we're playing nice doesn't mean I'm not going to absolutely demolish you," Hervy casually warns.

Mahiri can't help but feel a little sass rise up in response.

"I'd like to see you try," she teases, knowing well she's going to pay for that.

"I'm not going to [i]try[/i], I'm going to [i]succeed[/i]."

A quick move allows the tigress to spank the leopard on that leatherclad butt faster than Mahiri can even react. She gives a little yelp that puts a smile on Hervy's face. With the other hand, she runs her fingers through the locks of Mahiri's crimson hair, slowly unfurling it to splay down along her shoulders. Those touches turn more insistent, more commanding until she curls her fingers deep into the leopard's hair, gripping right down to the scalp. She holds tightly enough to bring a little mewl from the smaller thief, but Mahiri doesn't resist.

Nor does she try to stop herself from getting directed right into the shape of that bulge. She's shoved face first up against the tiger's confined nuts, then tugged in a circular motion to firmly, deeply rub against them. The scent of leather mixes with the leaking lust that escapes from that tight armour. It doesn't take long for Hervy to start unbuckling, humping the leopard's face while she firms up to the point of stretching her pants. The urgency of her arousal ensures they won't fit for much longer.

When she lowers those bottoms, her shaft springs forth and slips along Mahiri's cheek. She rubs it there a few times before withdrawing her rumbly little subordinate, just so she can show off that pulsing horsecock for the leopard to admire. Even before it's fully firm, it's an imposing spire of thick equine meat, throbbing itself to demanding stiffness, leaking a bead of precum thick enough to fill Mahiri's mouth. It's like she can already taste it, just basking in its presence, its heft, its scent, its heat. Maybe the awed look she's giving it is obvious. Hervy nudges her on the back of the head and offers her words of encouragement.

"Go ahead. You can taste it."

Mahiri is ready to slobber all over that gorgeous flare with or without being told, but being given permission just makes her want it all the more. With her tail madly swaying for all the lust coming over her, she dips down and reacquaints herself with that thick, commanding cock she's come to know well in past defeats. The blunt tip is already glistening with an ample dose of precum, and it looks all the better smeared up with the leopard's excess saliva.

She makes sure to show her appreciation with as thorough a tonguing as she can possibly provide. Slathering her way down from the tip, she feels that heavy shaft getting harder with her every lick, until she's slurped all the way down to those two impressive balls. There she lays some kisses, fully bent over just to fully admire those hefty orbs. Rubbing her face all over them eventually results in wedging her muzzle right between them, the base of Hervy's cock resting over her face. It's the perfect position to pause and take an intensely deep, extended [i]snurrrrrf[/i], huffing herself full of tigress scent until she feels the lust-inducing intoxication tingling down her trembling legs.

Dwelling in the pheromones of the bigger cat is enough to leave her dripping. Her sex clenches up with the concentrated need running through her system, leaving her hardly able to think straight, much less stand. Still, she's committed to worshipping that perfect cock, tracing her tongue along its underside until she's reached the tip again after a long, slobbering trip. She really can't control just how much she's drooling, and it's not getting any better as she starts working her lips around that tremendous shaft.

Maybe she's being a little too ambitious, but she fully intends to try to swallow as much as she can. Hervy treats her gently, simply stroking her hair and the back of her neck while she struggles to stretch her jaws around that great big flare. A little nudge of the tiger's hips urges things along, and eventually, with enough trying, Mahiri yawns wide and starts enveloping that smooth meat in her slavering maw. A few suckles on the first inch get the tigress groaning, and she moans all the sweeter the deeper Mahiri descends. It probably isn't often that she gets her dick sucked when she's packing such an intimidating tower of feline horsecock.

The extended [i]schlurrp[/i] soon turns into a [i]glurk[/i] as Mahiri begins to swallow a few inches of solid tiger meat. With her eyes closed and her ears flat to her head, she concentrates purely on pleasuring the tigress, keeping Hervy purring while the striped cat gently thrusts into the leopard's bulging gullet. A warm blend of drool and juices drips down Mahiri's chin while she suckles away, gulping down as much as she possibly can but leaving plenty more pouring over her dark leather. Such a mess she's already making of herself while she worships that tiger dick with her mouth and throat. That scent is going to cling to her. Just when she got it out of her armour after the last time, too.

Swallowing that much dick isn't without its consequences. Mahiri can't breathe in the slightest, giving some muffled groans as she strains against the jaw-stretching size sliding back and forth along her tingly tongue while she sucks and bobs. Before she can choke herself out on Hervy's cock, the tigress reaches down to intertwine her fingers with the leopard's own. A little tug encourages her to pull back for some air, gasping and coughing up some precum while she clears her throat, drooling on the floor. She might collapse if not for Hervy holding her up. The tiger's voice is warm, and maybe even friendly, in contrast to the usual casual cruelty she tends to project towards her inferior rival.

"That's more than enough warming me up. I know how much you want me. Let's get you all knocked up with something stripey. See if we can't overwrite those spots"

Before Mahiri can say anything, she finds herself swept up with ease, held against the tiger's bust as Hervy carries her across the room in her arms. She's still busy catching her breath anyway, panting cock-scented breath up at the softly smiling tigress.

"Right this way, little leopard. Someone was kind enough to leave us a comfy bed for breeding in. Dusty perhaps, but free of skeletons at least. Far from the worst place I've ever fucked."

Soon Mahiri finds herself sprawled out on an old but still surprisingly cushy mattress as the bigger cat pounces her down to it with a playful growl and a flash of her teeth. She shows those fangs moments before she descends upon the leopard's face, but it's only to meet her muzzle in a deep kiss. Soon Mahiri finds herself sucking on the tiger's tongue, getting her moans muffled while groping hands work all over her body. Normally, her armour takes either some expert knowledge or just brute force to remove, but Hervy seems to know just where to pull, where to tug to loosen the many straps and belts one by one, stripping down her former rival rosette by rosette while she lazily lays atop of her with her dick rubbing against one soon bare spotty thigh.

It doesn't take long for Hervy to somehow expertly strip her partner while also using her as a pillow. Just a little longer and the tigress casts aside her armour and gear alike as well, letting it fall to the floor beside them without much care. She has something much more important to focus on. That's the slick, glistening folds of the leopard's absolutely aching sex. With the tiger's taste still firmly embedded into her palate, Mahiri's left mrowling with need, dripping, squeezing on nothing at all while her heated sex grows sloppy with her overflowing desire for one big fat horsecock that's currently painting a dark streak of juices along the creamy white fur of her inner thigh.

With a long, dominant [i]rrrrrrr[/i] that shakes Mahiri to the very core, Hervy finally rises up with a swish of her tail and plants herself between the legs of the mewling spotty, pulling those thighs straight up in the process until Mahiri's feet are near her head. She's plenty flexible enough for a proper mating press like that. Mahiri wishes she could make some more impressive noises, but she's absolutely a kitten for as long as Hervy is handling her. One more little smooch, and then instead the tigress parts her jaws to wrap them around the leopard's throat and shoulder alike, nibbling on that vulnerable, intimate place just to tease. Were they still fighting, Mahiri certainly wouldn't have trusted her to do that, but in the moment it just milks some even more desperately pleased rumbles from her.

That's when the striped cat lines up her blunt flare with those drenched petals and starts to push. She's very direct about it, but that suits Mahiri just fine. In the throes of a particularly tiger-induced heat, she wants nothing more than to feel that horsecock [i]inside[/i] of her. A slow lovemaking is hardly her pace when she's at the peak of her instincts. Bucking and grinding her hips, she gets some more precum smeared along her folds while they start to stretch for Hervy's enormous shaft. She's determined to take every single inch.

A sharp [i]mrowl[/i] from the leopard is swiftly drowned out by Hervy's dominant snarl as she penetrates the spotty cat at last. Sinking deeper and deeper, she stuffs that cat full to bulging with the outline of that shaft flaring out in her lower belly. A few firm fuck-strokes back and forth get the leopard's bust jiggling, right along with the tigress' own. Hervy smothers those tits down around the leopard's face once she releases her fangs from her throat, letting that muzzle moan away while she starts bucking and grinding deep within those intensely clenching walls.

The tigress hardly even has to fuck the leopard for just how hard Mahiri is squeezing down. She could probably milk them both to orgasm with those contractions of arousal alone. That doesn't stop Hervy. She sinks in deep and taps those folds with her medial ring, then lifts her stripey butt up high to lunge into a long, driving thrust that rams the rest of her inside. Balls deep in leopard pussy, she silences those screams of shocked pleasure with her cleavage, completely overtaking Mahiri's form with her bulk. The leopard's all but invisible beneath those thrusting stripes, barely managing to make a sound where she's smothered beneath the great big cat fucking her mind a little blanker with every plunging, nut-slapping pound.

She probably should have expected this. Mahiri finds herself overwhelmed by the sheer power of Hervy's hips, getting plunged full of horsecock to her very limit while she pumps around that girth with all her inner might. She wants everything Hervy can give her, every drop she can milk from those bouncing, spanking balls. Her heated state all but guarantees she's going to carry some spot-striped offspring by the time they're done. It's not just that she doesn't care - she [i]wants[/i] to feel her womb swell with Hervy's seed.

Judging by the excess precum already getting milked out of that deep-pounding shaft, there's going to be plenty of cum to savour. Those jets of watery juices shoot deep into Mahiri, leaving her feeling some small preview of just how much she's going to slosh for the virile tigress. Hervy doesn't slow down. She's a machine, or perhaps more a beast meant to breed the smaller, needier cats she meets. Her balls slap Mahiri's ass hard enough to leave them feeling a little numb, and her cock stretches that leopard to her very limit, yet for all the rowling and even screaming Mahiri's doing, none of it is her complaining.

The heat rises as the two of them rut closer and closer to that big, much needed release. Mahiri's pussy pours its juices into overflow, drenching her rump, soaking Hervy's nuts while they bounce and slam into the pinned cat. The tigress can't help but keep up the nibbling, nipping at Mahiri's ears or just licking through her hair with some deep, rough strokes of her scratchy tongue while she bounces those hips atop the spotty cat, using that sleek sex for a sleeve. It fits perfectly around that flared-out cock, hugging and gripping it with those intense inner squeezes. Maybe, after all her losses, she gets a brief sense of victory out of milking the tigress to a climax, making absolutely certain Hervy cums inside as hard as possible.

Those teeth flash right in front of Mahiri's face once more as the tiger bellows her way into a roar of pleasure that blows the leopard's hair and fur back. She does her best to respond with one of her own, but for all her fierce expressions and fangs, nothing escapes but for a submissive mewl. Tigers roar better than leopards anyway. Hervy keeps the noise going as she ruts her way to a finish, slamming that dick inside the spotty cat with short, slightly brutal thrusts, balls clenching up tight and smooth, pumping against the folds of Mahiri's pussy. The leopard's body blazes with the very height of its need, knowing she's seconds away from getting a load dumped in her hot, fertile, utterly breedable womb.

It's probably enough to get her pregnant from the very first shot. The tigress' tail shoots straight up as orgasm rocks through her body, giving a burst of intensely hot feline cum straight inside the leopardess. The squelching, spurting, utterly gushing climax sends her straight to heaven in screeching, whimpering ecstasy. It's more than she can even handle. She shakes, she clenches, she rapidly pumps around every single buried inch of tigress cock inside her while it flexes and erupts spurt after spurt of thick, extraordinarily potent tiger [i]cum[/i], breeding the leopardess full of tiger seed while she squirts her juices in writhing, trembling rapture.

More cum, more, [i]more[/i]. The tigress seems like an endless well for thick, fresh spunk. Mahiri's already swollen to the point of immobile with it, bred perhaps a dozen times over. That seed takes root in her womb while she overflows with jets of jizz spraying from her stretched, satisfied cunt. The tigress is still humping, still thrusting, driving in a little more pleasure, a little more ecstasy beyond what one leopard can possibly handle. Only when Mahiri's eyes are rolling back and her mouth is left in a drooling, brainless gape does Hervy finally pull out, finally stop knocking her up.

That's hardly the end of the mess. Mahiri's naked body is already splattered in their mingled perspiration and juices, but she's more than simply soaked by the deluge of tiger cum that pours over her after that. Hervy jerks her cock steadily, milking herself all over that precious breeder kitty, making her all but vanish. Mahiri gets painted pure white, swimming in the scent of the bigger cat. Every single spot is nicely connected by streaks and strands of the rich cum she's marinating in, left steaming as she comes back down into her mortal body from where she's ascended.

Only when there is more cum than cat left below her on that old, sagging bed does Hervy finally finish her climax. She rubs herself a few more times, squeezing out some last, thick gobs of pure tiger cream, then settles back on her knees with a smile on her face, panting wetly.. While she might be slightly out of breath, it's nothing compared to the groaning, gurgling leopard beneath her. Mahiri has to gargle some spunk just to come up for air, gasping to the surface while she lays there almost completely motionless.

"Hmm. Mmhmm," Hervy half says, half moans, giving a little wiggle of her hips. "I think that does it."

With a look over the painted cat beneath her, she taps her lower lip a few times.

"Still conscious, Mahiri?"

"Rrrrrrnnnf ..." is the leopard's inarticulate reply.

"Good! You look like you got enough. For now. But it'd hardly do to breed you and leave you laying here in a puddle of your best enemy's cum now would it? I'm not [i]that[/i] mean. Usually."

"Prrrr?"

It's as close to a question as Mahiri can possibly rumble. Hervy offers no further explanation. Her actions speak for her. Scooping her arms beneath the creamed, bloated leopard, she carefully cradles that smaller cat as she hefts her up from the bed like she hardly weighs a thing. Mahiri has no further contribution but to lazily flop about in the tiger's grip until she finds herself dangling over Hervy's shoulder, dripping down the sweaty stripes as she gets hauled along.

"There we go. You're coming with me, spotty. All mine," comes the tiger's singsong voice.

That thought leaves the leopard blushing as she dangles there, sprawled and soaked, faintly rumbling. She's not just out-rogued, she's been outright obtained like any other piece of loot, kept as Hervy's breeding pet. While it might spell the end of her adventuring days, she's got a new, much more important purpose now. It's enough to keep her purring all throughout the process of getting hauled around and carried off. Hervy uses one hand to grasp her new toy, and the other to carry all the loot, striding nakedly from that old place with all her treasures close to her. A payday and a rival removed from the competition, in the most intimate of ways. That's what she calls a successful quest.

[b]GAME OVER[/b]

[b]Ending 2[/b]

[Continues from Fight!}

Not this time. The only reason Hervy has defeated her so many times is that Mahiri's never fully committed to [i]fighting[/i] that troublesome cat. It's time to show her what a leopard can do in direct combat. No tricks, no ambushes, no weapons. Just cat versus cat. She braces herself, and gets ready to charge. Hervy, meanwhile, just puts a hand on her hip and offers a smirk.

"Oho. Is that how it's going to be? Come on then, spotty."

That she seems amused by the whole thing just makes Mahiri all the more convinced it's the right choice. With her hands raised, she does her best to remember every bit of martial training she's ever received. She's going to need it to take on such a tall opponent. At least Hervy doesn't remain totally nonchalant through the whole thing. As soon as the leopard rogue is close enough, she snaps from her laid back posture into something more combative, meeting Mahiri on her terms.

The two of them swiftly lock up, arms intertwined with one another, grasping and grabbing while they struggle for position. In a test of strength, the larger cat is no doubt going to win, but Mahiri's experienced enough to use that momentum against Hervy. She pushes out her hip, arches her back, and executes what she thinks is a perfect throw against her larger opponent. Except, Hervy doesn't even seem to move.

"Nope. Good try, though. Here, let me show you how to do it," the tigress teases.

That's when Mahiri hits the floor. She's not even fully sure how she got there. That's not fair, somehow. Shouldn't she at least know what happened? It's almost like the tigress is cheating, like she's enhanced or enchanted somehow. But Mahiri hardly has time to form any sort of theory when she's swiftly being overtaken by the bulk of that leatherclad cat, wrapped up between her thighs until she finds her muzzle smushed firmly against a particularly prominent bulge.

The scent of tigress lust grows more potent the longer Mahiri's trapped there getting rather erotically strangled by those powerful legs. She can feel that sheath swelling atop those smoothly-outlined nuts. It won't be the first time she's been intimately acquainted with the truly titanic set the tigress sports. Any effort she makes to pull away from it proves useless with those powerful thighs wrapped around her head so very firmly, squeezing inward with enough force to lock her in place and lightly choke her. A little firmer and she'd be crushed, but thankfully the tigress is merciful enough to simply hold and humiliate the cat she's seemingly conquered yet again.

"I think it's very charming that you think you have a chance, but let's be honest. Interrupting me at work like this? I think you're starting to become more of a problem than I have time for," Hervy sternly lectures while she humps the rival rogue's face.

A few adjustments of belts and straps is enough to free that growing beast from its confines. Hervy isn't shy about pulling her cock out right in front of Mahiri's muzzle. Nor does she hold back from letting its half-firm heft flop over the other feline's features. That massive equine shaft unsheathes warmly across the leopard's dark lips, smearing that rich flavour into her senses without her even needing to lick it. She's inundated in a moment, and all the while Hervy is just getting harder while she rubs her juicy nuts on the leopard's features.

"Yes, I think it's time to be rid of you at last. You were always meant to be mine, after all."

Hervy punctuates that with a dominant rumble, that dominant purr-growl that resonates right through Mahiri's bones. Meanwhile the leopardess is doing her best to stay afloat, smothered there, gasping for air that doesn't consist entirely of tiger musk. Not that she's any less aroused for all her squirming and protesting. That much is going to be obvious soon enough as the tigress starts stripping her. It's like she knows every single secret of her armour, able to find all the straps and buckles to most efficiently expose those naked rosettes, casually tossing aside piece after piece with the occasional clatter of her gear and armaments - obvious and hidden alike.

"Best to rid you of all the pointy things before the long slide," Hervy calmly explains.

Mahiri's starting to get the idea. A dawning sense of horror collides with a rising desire to simply give in, to accept that the bigger cat is simply better than her, that she deserves this. But no, she's not going to just take it without squirming as much as a caught leopard can. She's soon getting dragged out of her top, her pants, her boots, left mostly naked while her stripey rival rubs that fat, flared dick right on her face. She finds herself swiftly smeared and sleek with just how much pre Hervy is already pumping out, the fat gobs leaking from that shiny slit with every lusty pulse of all that tiger cock.

"This doesn't mean we're done," Mahiri grimly warns as she struggles against that grip. Those thighs still have her firmly secured in place. How exactly she intends to prove that is beyond her, but she felt the need to try to save some degree of dignity. "You won't - [i]HMMF![/i]"

That's as far as she gets before the firm clap of a big tiger palm on the back of her head shoves her forth, pushing her muzzle past the slight resistance of that slippery cockslit. Her face squelches into the pre-smeared confines of that heavy horsecock, immediately immersing her all the deeper in sex-drenched scent that's already invaded her mind. She swallows that humid air as much as she does the juices pouring into her mouth, no matter how tightly she tries to seal her lips.

"Mm. That's better. Much quieter," Hervy softly groans. "I will, in fact. And I must disagree. This most certainly does mean it's over between us, I'm sorry to say."

She hardly even needs to shove anymore. All Hervy does is flex her cock around Mahiri's face, and that's enough to start dragging her inside. The leopard finds herself sounded by hot, soft flesh, squishing in all around her features to effectively silence anything she might have to say about the situation. She's not even sure what she [i]should[/i] say in this situation. Not when she's enveloped by squelching, hungry cock, getting slowly consumed by its slick, sloppy [i]gulps[/i] hugging tightly around her head. Hervy gives a chuckle as she watches her spotty prey descending down her dick.

"Well. Not [i]that[/i] sorry. We both know you're going to enjoy this almost as much as I will."

That's not true, that's not true at all. Unable to deny it out loud, Mahiri simply tries to project that energy of defiance while she squirms her way down. Part of her still doubts whether Hervy is [i]really[/i] going to do it, really going to slurp her down that stiff, constantly throbbing shaft. Every hungry swallow is evidence she really means. So too are those warm, pleasured purrs rumbling forth from the tiger's chest while she strokes along the leopard's sides, framing her prey on the way towards her nuts.

That plump sack is already giving a heavy, bubbling slosh and gurgle while the leopardess nears their creamy confines. They're ready for her. Not just to hold her, but to [i]claim[/i] her. The thought leaves Mahiri writhing all the more enthusiastically, expending all her energy simply to thrash and flail about in increasingly pathetic fashion. None of it makes any difference. The tigress' cock easily stretches to squeeze around her shoulders, hugging, clenching, constantly gulping her down until she reaches her ample bust. There she pauses just to give a throaty moan, as if to remind her cock-meal just how much she's enjoying herself.

"Oooh. You're so soft, Mahiri. How do you stay so silky in all your adventuring? Feels incredible going down."

That the tigress paid her a compliment is enough to briefly distract the leopard from her situation. Hervy leans back, stroking down Mahiri's spine, then playfully taking a great big two-handed squeeze of her spotty ass before stuffing her in a little more firmly. The throbbing is getting more frequent, more urgent. That means her shaft presses down around Mahiri's tits all the more firmly, bringing a gasp from the leopardess while she swelters in the heated confines of that hungry tigress dick. Not much farther now and she's going to dunk headfirst into Hervy's cum.

A long, satisfied sigh escapes the striped cat as she swallows down towards Mahiri's belly. That's far enough to finally feel her meal settling into her balls. The leopard gives a sharp gasp as she enters those hefty cumtanks, the extra humid air hitting her right in the face. That breath of air proves a good idea once she gets submerged to the neck in thick, fresh jizz. She's left underneath the surface for what's no more than a few seconds, but feels like so much longer. Her legs flail between the luxuriantly lazing tigress' thighs as she struggles to get back to where she can breath, finally gasping up from under all that heavy spunk with enough squirming.

It's in her mouth, her nose, her ears. She can feel it invading her, marking her skin, staining her with the rival cat's potent scent, that overwriting essence. Meanwhile, Hervy smoothly works her way over the leopard's hips, enveloping that warm, slightly slick pussy. There's no denying what steaming and swimming in all those pheromones is doing to the spotty cat. Her sex glides along on the way down that slippery slide, catching and grinding all the smooth, pre-lubed surface until she can't help but yowl out in pleasure. Somehow, she can hear the grin in Hervy's voice that comes in response to that.

"That's right. Enjoy this, leopard. We both knew this was where you'd end up eventually."

From grin to slight snarl, the tigress doesn't hide her pleasure. Her rumbles grow deeper, bassier, projecting outwards but vibrating all around the leopardess sloshing in her nuts. There isn't much left now. The [i]schlurrrp[/i] of swallow down those spotty thighs, then calves echoes out throughout the forgotten chamber. There's little more than a pair of paws and the fluffy white tip of a spotty left sticking out of that great big horsecock between two stripey thighs while Mahiri slips deeper and deeper into those sagging, expanding balls. One more good, squelching cock-gulp[ is all it takes to fully tuck away the leopardess.

A long, slightly shaky purr adds the exclamation point to Mahiri's consumption. It's certainly not a tease. She's really trapped in there, gasping the steamy air, sweltering like she's in a particularly musky sauna. Pushing out on the walls around her doesn't do much to prevent the inward clench that wraps her up in the sleek confines of that sloshing sack. It rumbles much like the tigress it belongs to, giving an initial groan of hunger that swiftly transforms into a constant, gurgling slosh.

"Now to relax and take care of you. This won't take long, spots."

Hervy nonchalantly tends to her claws while her balls start giving those ravenous clenches that hug so tightly around the leopard's naked curves as to perfectly outline in the soft white fur of the tiger's sack. Though eventually the pleasure of messily churning at the rogue inside her proves too pleasurable to remain calm. From a soft moan, even a slight mewl, to a deep, bellowing groan or grunt with every single squeeze, Hervy swiftly launches into a double-fisted stroking session while she digests her prey. Mahiri pushes and shoves, rocking back and forth, but nothing can stop her from getting slowly simmered and melted down into the thick, clinging cum that coats her every single rosette.

"Yessssss," Hervy hisses through her teeth. "Getting there. Keep squirming while you can, if you please."

The scent is enough to make her pass out in the overwhelming heat. Yet for all the sensory overload, she's still ever so tender, soaking wet while she soaks in tigress jizz that softens her around the edges with every single sloppy squeeze. There's a distinct silhouette of a busty leopard snugly resting right in the middle of those two titanic tanks, but each inward flex makes those details slightly less distinct. Mahiri's getting creamed, rendered a little less coherent every time she gets gripped by that extra cream digestive process. It renders her number by the second, but keeps her stewing in pleasure the whole time nonetheless. For Hervy, it's blissful enough to make her briefly lose her composure.

"Ahh ... [i]ah![/i] That's it! Gooood cat. Melt for me."

It only gets faster, louder, messier. The cum is rising. It's up to Mahiri's neck by now, and she ends up swallowing plenty of it in her broken gasps. There isn't enough left of her mind to even think about the situation. She's been blanked out by huffing all that musk straight from the source again and again, swallowing it down with every single shaky breath. Though buried deep in her thoughts is a lingering sense of humiliation, of shock that she could somehow be so easily defeated yet again. This time is going to be the last time.

"Almost, almost ... one last good squeeze and then you're all mine. You lose again," she playfully giggles amid the huffs and even growls of pleasure.

There's enough precum juicing from her cock by now to cascade down her entire shaft, squishing between her fingers and slicking up her strokes. Hervy madly jerks herself off to the pleasure of digesting Mahiri into cum while her lips curl and her face scrunches into an intimidatingly toothy expression, losing herself in feral pleasure while the end draws near. There's still a bulge, still a rounded shape dwelling in her nuts, but it's less and less feline every time those balls pull up tight around the leopard with every squeeze. She smooths over until she's nothing more than a faint swell in the middle of those fat nuts, awaiting the final churn. It comes accompanied by an especially noisy tigress.

"[i]Rrrrrrngh[/i] ... " comes her triumphant snarl as she finishes off her rival, snuffing out what remains of the leopard's sloshing form with one last dominant [i]clench[/i].

There's a heavy [i]BLORP[/i] of squishing that cum-churned leopard into nothing more than spunk that settles into a satisfied, rumbling [i]glurrrrrn[/i] as she's distributed between those two heavy balls. She makes for plenty of jizz, swelling and rounding out Hervy's nuts until they're almost too plump to even fit between her legs. Squishing up against a stripey thigh each, they rest snugly on the floor of that old tower while the big cat purrs and shakes her shoulders back and forth with satisfaction, bust jiggling away between her light armour.

While the temptation to relax after such a pleasing victory might be there, her lust is far too potent to ignore. Her cock is absolutely pounding in the aftermath of melting down Mahiri, balls jumping up from the floor with the force of those urgent clenches. The leopard's stay inside her balls is going to be a brief one. She needs to let off that pressure immediately. With her grip still snugly in place, she throws her body into rubbing her dick, flaring out at the tip, medial ring bulging, veins taunt, tension running through her entire body.

This time, she doesn't just snarl. The ecstasy seizes hold of her, from taint to pumping nuts, driving up her engorged spire until it finally erupts forth in a torrent of near-scorching tigress cream. Her response is to bellow out a roar that shakes the very structure of the tower she's been raiding, Mahiri bursts forth in her new form as Hervy's jizz, shooting out and loudly splattering all over everything in sight. The tigress arches her back and raises her hips, humping the air and her own grip while she milks out gallon after gallon of thick, fresh, steaming hot cum, made all the more potent and plentiful by the churned up leopard's contributions.

Hervy keeps on cumming with no end in sight, draining out the pent up contents of those exceptionally heavy nuts. She hits the ceiling with those jets of rich seed as she bucks and growls all throughout the viciously viscous cumshot. Rapturous pleasure possesses her, jolting and jerking her twitching body as she makes the most of that predatory indulgence. She only gets to do experience it once, after all. Cumming out her former inferior rival is the kind of experience worth savouring for as long as she can possibly milk her pumping sack with those swift, frantic strokes and squeezes up and down her cum-glossed shaft.

When it finally subsides, she slumps back down and hears a particularly lewd squelch as she settles into a puddle of her own cream. That doesn't bother her much. She's used to making a mess. With a few last jerks of her cock, then some soft kneading of her balls, she makes sure she got every last drop of Mahiri out of her. No sense carrying that former rogue around. Still, she has an impressive trophy in the form of her extra-hefty cock and some padding on her nuts. Mahiri's roguish legacy shall be as some extra weight on a great big tigress' rival-snuffing shaft and sack alike. Some part of her probably would have been pleased by that.

In the aftermath, Hervy takes to surveying the scene. Looks like she jizzed on the loot a little. Oops. That's a small price to pay for such an incredibly satisfying cumshot like that. Tigress spunk drips from the walls, the ceiling, coating seemingly every single surface in white once she's finally done cumming out the leopardess. She pants, drools even while she catches her breath, steaming and sweating her way through the cataclysmic afterglow. No more Mahiri. Just a splatter on the stones, slowly sinking into the cracks in that old, ruined place. It's useless to anyone now that it's been looted anyway, all used up just like the leopardess herself.

Eventually Hervy picks herself up and gathers her gear once more. Mahiri's too. It's not like the leopard has any more use for it, and she carried plenty of weapons and trinkets with her that will be worth something. Not that Hervy needs it. Such a successful thief like her hardly needs to adventure anymore, especially after this quest. She just enjoys it. It's what she's good at. Better than the rogue dripping from the ceiling, for certain. With one last glance back at the creamy results of her indulgence, she smiles to herself and turns away with a swish of her tail. That's one nuisance that won't bother her again.

[b]GAME OVER[/b]

[b]Ending 3[/b]

[Continues from Grab the loot]

A fight isn't going to end in her favour, and she knows well that if she stands there looking at the tigress any longer, she's going to fall under her spell. Whether that's a literal or simply figurative spell hardly matters. Mahiri would believe either when the tigress is that alluring. Maybe this won't work. As big as that cat might be, Hervy is still unfairly swift, able to catch Mahiri whenever she gets some kind of idea, but maybe this time she'll finally get one up on that troublesome cat.

There's one particularly valuable-looking little statue still sitting in the open near Hervy that's ripe for the taking. It's shaped like a horse's head, seemingly coated in gold, with rubies for eyes. While there's plenty more loot that looks promising, just managing to get one highly valuable piece of treasure from the tigress' clutches would feel like a victory of its own. The first of its kind when it comes to her conflicts with Hervy.

Before she can overthink it, she makes a lunge. To her surprise, she manages to dive right past the tigress and get her hands on that little trinket, that golden idol. It's not at all diminished in its years spent in that crumbling place, as if it has its own personal polisher to take care of it. That probably means it's magic. So much so that simply laying her hands on it is enough to summon up the power from within, sending a tingling sensation from her fingertips, straight down her arm, and all throughout her body, right down to her toes and the tip of her tail.

It's so potent that it sends her soaring back as if punted by a giant invisible foot. She gives a [i]mrah[/i] of surprise as she flies across the room, crashing into a solid wall hard enough to knock the breath out of her briefly. It's painful, but there's no real damage done, but for the blow to her ego. She should have known something would go wrong when she seemingly had the advantage over Hervy. It always seems to. The tigress gives a [i]tsk[/i] when she witnesses the results of Mahiri's mistake.

"Oh, oh Mahiri. You really shouldn't touch things before you properly identify the power they hold. Didn't they teach you that in thieving class?"

Mahiri has no answer for her, busy reclaiming her senses where she slowly slumps down the wall on the opposite side of the room. That thing hit her hard with some kind of deflective force, like a field of magical security around it. She rubs the back of her head and bites her lip, knowing she's beaten once again and might as well roll with whatever punishment Hervy has in mind.

"Was that ... your doing?" the leopard quietly asks from where she sits.

"Mine? Oh, you overestimate me. I'm no magician, just a humble thief who's significantly better than you at her job." She sticks her tongue out teasingly. "No, what just hit you was a [i]powerful[/i] bit of transformative energy. I think you'll find the results obvious soon enough."

"... Transformative?"

Mahiri doesn't like the sound of that. She's rather happy as a leopard, and would much prefer not to be altered into some kind of unspeakable horror by some forgotten, forbidden magic. Not that she's a stranger to making a few little changes to her body as she sees fit. That pointy necklace she always wears is testament to that. It trembles slightly as something courses through her veins and soul alike, something magical that touches her very core. She can feel it all over at first, but it quickly finds a place to concentrate its power. That happens to be right between her thighs.

From confused, disoriented, and stunned, the leopardess soon finds herself in a desperate scramble to loosen her belts and tug at her bottoms. They're usually pretty tight around her curves as they are, but all of a sudden they're proving intensely uncomfortable. Her pendant is malfunctioning, or something. She didn't squeeze it to change herself. Something's coming over her, and it leaves her in a squinting, lip-curling, silently snarling state of absolute need that claims her entire being. She has to get that dick out before it splits her pants.

The reason for the strain is obvious enough once she's suitably bottomless. She's not just getting firm. She's [i]bigger[/i]. Her usual cock has been pleasurably replaced by something thicker, something blunter in the form of a stiff, glossy black zebra cock pushing firmly from her sheath. It's out of control, growing and growing while the leopard groans and huffs in her overwhelming lust. There's no stopping it from stiffening to its new, fully engorged size, near twice as big as its previous incarnation. That magic works fast.

"[i]Beautiful[/i]," Hervy can't help but say. "I think you look much better like this. And here I was thinking of using that little spell on you to see what happens. Saved me the trouble."

Mahiri can't even form a proper response. Any attempt at speaking just comes out as a deep [i]mraaawl[/i]. She's horny enough she's nearly feral, drooling a little with her thrashing, throbbing arousal. Her new cock is already making itself extra shiny with the pumping pre pouring from its tip, streaming down the flat tip to swirl and cascade around its many inches. She's dripping, throbbing, trembling with shaky need that has her arching her back and yowling, growling, rumbling all over. Every feline noise escapes her at once, or so it seems, while Hervy just softly pads over and slowly crouches down next to her.

"Don't worry. I'm not about to leave you like this. I'm sure you don't mind if I play with your new toy a little?" the tigress rumbles.

It's rare to see her actually acting friendly, Mahiri muses somewhere beneath the feral lust. She kind of likes it. Hervy reaches out to gently handle that desperately twitching shaft, first just running her fingers up and down its length as if silently measuring it, taking in its texture. When that results in a needy groan from the leopard, she simply smiles and wraps each of her digits around that hefty girth, one finger at a time, squeezing just beneath the broadly bulging medial ring. For something so very thick, it's tremendously sensitive, bringing another sharp growly noise from Mahiri's throat that quickly transforms into a shrill yowl.

"Now now," Hervy coos. "No need to fuss. I'll take care of you."

Her idea of [i]taking care[/i] involves some two-handed stroking and kneading of that massively engorged zebra cock while the leopard writhes with pleasure. She's not exactly subtle about it once she gets going. It's not just a slow massage of that pulsing shaft, but a firm, steady jerking up and down its silky length. She tugs on it and gets the leopard moving her hips along with those rubs, fucking the tiger's generous grip. It's all so casual for the striped cat, though she gets more and more enthusiastic the more worked up she makes that leopard. By then, there's so much pre spurting from Mahiri's overhard cock that it's raining down over Hervy's hands, but that doesn't dissuade her in the slightest.

"Such an improvement on you. Looks tasty, too," she notes.

Thankfully, that's not just talk. She swiftly dips her head down between the leopard's thighs to sample that magically enhanced flavour, starting with those plumped up balls. They're even heftier than usual to match her new gear. The only question is whether Mahiri can handle that rough tiger tongue slurping along her extra-sensitive nuts. She certainly [i]mrawwwls[/i] plenty, writhing back and forth, wiggling her hips, lashing her tail down on the floor like a whip. None of that dissuades Hervy from indulging herself with some dominant worship, licking right down to the bottom of that sack to tease at the spotty cat's taint, then working back up between them until she can lay playful smooch right in the place where balls meet shaft.

Through blurred vision, Mahiri peers down at that gorgeous face gazing fondly up at her while Hervy licks her way towards the very tip of that oozing zebra cock, lapping up every single drop clinging to that shiny black skin along the way. Once she gets to the top, she spends some time tidying it up with firm drags of her sandpaper tongue. It's very nearly too stimulating, driving Mahiri to a full, lunging snarl like she's going to lose herself to her feral instincts at any moment. Hervy doesn't so much as flinch. She clutches that shaft firmly in both hands and takes as much as she wants from it, swallowing hot pre straight from the source.

Even for all her effort, she can't keep up with just how much leaks from Mahiri's aching cock. Instead, she slurps her fill and then smacks her lips a few times, drawing back to idly bat that dick from palm to palm while she purrs away. She seems to consider briefly, sizing up that zebra cock before her for a moment, and then just dives down with her jaws stretched wide so she can envelop it all at once between her soft, dark lips. No warning, no preparation, she just goes for it, enveloping all that dark meat at once seemingly without much effort at all.

Only when it reaches her throat does she give pause, stopping to swallow some of those accumulated juices as they mingle with her excess saliva. That transformed cock is making her mouth water. She suckles there for a full minute, slowly bobbing back and forth, smearing up those first few inches until they're nice and sleek. For Mahiri, it feels like much longer just to endure those sweet, succulent suckles while she claws deep grooves into the hard stone floor.

Nothing she does seems to throw Hervy off. The tigress is solely focused on taking what she wishes from the maddeningly horny leopard, sucking a little deeper, a little deeper still. There comes the wet pop of that cock entering her throat, swelling out her creamy white neck fur. It doesn't give her pause while she starts deepthroating it, gulping it down until she's somewhere near the middle. Only then does she halt in the process of sheathing that entire horsecock in her gullet, but only to reposition herself, dropping to all fours so she can lunge with her shoulders and take it to the very base.

Soon, Mahiri feels the snuffling snout of the tigress pushing into her groin while Hervy's lower lips smooches against her balls. Somehow the big cat has taken the entire thing, holding it there like a sword swallowing to simply knead it with her natural peristalsis. That cock might be impressive, but for now it belongs to [i]her[/i]. She keeps her hands planted to brace her while she starts bobbing and sucking, sliding all the way back to the middle before plunging all the way down once more.

She falls into that steady rhythm, milking a moan and a spurt alike from the pleasured leopardess. Mahiri clutches at her head like she's about to lose her mind for how good it all feels, though somehow she holds onto that building orgasm. Surely in that heated state she would be ready to cum several times in a row, but it feels even better to let it simmer, to let it grow fiercer and thicker in her clenching nuts while the tigress mercilessly sucks her cock. Hervy's eyes are on her the whole time, simply watching those snarly expressions as the leopard quivers through that sloppy treatment, twitching and trembling with rising ecstasy. Her body is hardly hers to control anymore.

Only when Hervy's blown her to the brink, leaving her violently shaking with the desire to blow does she abruptly stop. Pulling up and off in one long, loud [i]schlurrrrp[/i], she sends spit and other juices soaring through the air as she pops off that drenched cock. A good slurp of her lips and she's ready for more, but rather than go back down on that leopard, no matter how hard she's pulsing, she instead pushes past that stiff cock and meets Mahiri's lips. A soft smooch might seem unexpectedly affectionate, but there's still plenty of tiger mischief in the way she pushes her tongue right inside the leopard's mouth to share some of her own flavour.

"Mmm. Seems like I need to do something more drastic if you're going to hold onto your precious little mind," Hervy rumbles once she pulls back from the kiss. "Now be patient while I get us ready. Don't worry, Mahiri. You're going to love this."

It's no easy keeping still while the tigress hums to herself and strips the rest of Mahiri's armour off. She knows well how to deal with a rogue's coverings, tossing them aside with a slight clink of various gear. Then it's her turn. It's not like she hasn't been affected by sucking on that magic zebra dick for a while. That much is clear by her own stiff shaft rising tall once properly free from where it bulges in her breeches. She throbs nearly as hard as Mahiri does, leaning in to squish her cock against the leopard's, grinding and sharing precum while she works on freeing her tits.

From there, the newly naked tigress simply strokes both of their shafts at once, gripping them together firmly while she humps and grinds. There begs the question of just how she intends to milk all that zebra dick if she's not going to suck it. Maybe Mahiri's about to get fucked by that stunning horsecock again, which is sure to make her cum. Instead, Hervy has other plans, of the sort that Mahiri never imagined she'd find herself enjoying. The stripey cat pulls herself up, overtakes the leopard until she's pinned down to the floor, and sits her fine ass right atop the black spire of Mahiri's new dick.

She doesn't say a word. Instead, she reverts to the same kind of semi-feral state of feline noise while she clutches that cock and slowly settles down on it. The two cats growl and yowl in alteration, flashing their fangs at one another as Hervy penetrates herself with that thick, shiny, slathered zebra dick an inch at a time. A big cat like her can certainly take it. Even for ostensibly being on top, Mahiri looks so very small pinned there between the tiger's thighs, getting her cock rode right down to the root once Hervy finally settles down all the way. From there, she offers a dominant growl as if to remind Mahiri who's still in charge, and a firm, deliciously pleasurable squeeze of those inner muscles.

With her shaft fully sheathed in tigress rump, balls resting up against those striped cheeks, Mahiri can't give more than a rolling [i]purr-rowl[/i] as she throbs inside that tight, warm ass. Hervy squeezes a little longer, perhaps adjusting to the size, perhaps simply teasing. Soon after, she starts to really work those hips, rising and falling in full, athletic squats that see her pounding down on Mahiri's hips. There's still no mercy on offer. Hervy isn't just fucking herself down on that dick, she's seeking to milk the leopard completely dry, no matter how strenuous it might be.

All the while, her own shaft throbs right in front of Mahiri's face. It's already dripping all over her tits. She can only imagine how much of a mess it's going to make when the tigress blows a load all over her. Reaching down to clutch those stripey hips, she does her best to brace herself and thrust right back, humping deep into that tight butt while Hervy ruts herself silly atop that great big fat zebra cock the leopard's sporting. A taste of her own medicine perhaps, one that has her outright moaning like notes of music amidst the thunder of her sensual snarls and growls, but she doesn't stop. Even while her belly bulges with Mahiri's magical girth, she grinds and thuds down to the very hilt, jiggling both their bodies with the solid, repeated impact.

It's enough to bruise them both, but that doesn't stop either of them. Mahiri clings and even claws a little, arching her back into the rising bliss while she plunges and fucks that rival. Former rival perhaps? Or maybe this is just a fling, an episode of mutual ecstasy shared before they go back to opposing each other at every turn. She's going to enjoy every second of it regardless. Their humping and grinding grows increasingly uncontrolled, rambunctiously bashing into one another while Hervy slams that cock between her cheeks, and Mahiri does her best to keep thrusting up beneath that lifted tail, going as deep as she possibly can.

It all comes crashing to a finish with some shared grumbles and bellows that grow to two full roars. They blast the tower and surrounding area alike with the full power of their feline voices while they erupt together in clenching, twitching, writhing delight. Hervy pulls up extra tight around every inch of glossy zebracock shoved deep inside her, and Mahiri feels her balls flexing hard with the force of the orgasm being milked right out of her by that soft rump stroking up and down her dick. The tigress contracts hard, and fast, rumbling into a hands-free cumshot that leaves Mahiri's world painted white while she blasts the biggest load of her entire life right up inside that bigger, stronger cat.

While she cums the tigress full, Mahiri gets plastered by those high-pressure jets of tiger jizz, soaked from belly to breasts to face. She can't help but swallow plenty of it with her jaws gaped in an expression of ecstasy, letting it pour all over her tongue before she starts gulping. The rest just coats her features, slathers up her tits, and drenches every single spot until she's stretched out in a puddle of fresh cream while she pumps every single drop she can possibly provide between Hervy's ample cheeks. The tigress lightly bounces on that fully-sheathed cock, still squeezing on it, milking it completely dry while she splatters her load all over the leopardess until they both finally sigh their way to settling after emptying a few gallons of cat seed for each other.

All that riding, and yet Mahiri's still the one left covered in cum. She plummets down from her ferocious need and into purring contentment, happily rumbling away with the tiger atop her. Hervy stays there a while longer as the mess quietly drips from the walls, steaming up the room with the scent of horny cat. It's a musk Mahiri's worn before, and it looks like she's going to smell like tiger yet again after that thigh-numbing powerbottoming. Maybe that's not the worst thing in the world.

Slowly, carefully pulling off that cock, the tigress makes Mahiri yelp when she finally squelches free with a splash of seed that pours over the leopard's legs. Hervy is plenty full after that, audibly sloshing when she moves, but it doesn't seem to slow her down any. She has no time to bask in the afterglow when there's loot to be had. Mahiri always carries something valuable concealed on her person, and the tiger is quick to dig through those many pockets until she finds something suitable valuable. She quickly nabs it for herself, along with a few other pieces of gear.

"Hm. That'll do, I think. Little trophy for my trouble! I'm sure you don't mind," Hervy taunts with a wink at the prone leopard, knowing well Mahiri's far too shaken by that orgasm to move or protest. "Have fun with your new dick. It really does look good on you, you know."

Well. Maybe Mahiri overestimated just how generous the tigress really is. As usual, she's left laying there with nothing to show for their encounter but for all the tiger cum clinging to her fur. The only difference was that she got to cum inside the big cat this time. A satisfying reprieve from the aching need, but she can already feel the stirrings of desire while she watches the tigress leave with a swish of her tail, dripping and trailing cum without a single care, valuables in tow.

She's going to need to find someone else to rut if she's going to take care of that newly massive cock she's been given. It's as much of a curse as it is a blessing. Just how long does such magic last, anyway? Surely not for good, she finds herself hoping. At the very least, she's going to be in no state to go back out adventuring anytime soon, especially now that she's lost some of her best gear to the tiger's sticky fingers. Surely they'll meet again in the future. Maybe, just maybe, Mahiri won't find herself suddenly incompetent the moment they next come together. But probably not.

[b]GAME OVER[/b]

[b]Chapter 10[/b]

(Continues from Use the front entrance)

The most obvious entrance is every bit as trapped as she expected. That doesn't concern her much. There's no better test of her expertise than an entire hallway of deadly contraptions waiting to be sprung. A careful scan down that entrance corridor reveals so much more than its initially featureless appearance. Concealed within the walls, cleverly hidden amidst the natural patterns of the stones are numerous pressure plates, tripwires, and magical runes, all laid in place with the intent to indiscriminately maim whoever dares try to enter that old ruin. Some have rusted in the years it has sat abandoned, but most are still very much intact and ready to spring.

Whoever decorated that passage in wicked deathtraps was very thorough - but for one thing. The floor and walls alike are covered in various triggers, just waiting for the slightest pressure to set them off, but they forgot the ceiling. With some overgrowth creeping into the stonework, Mahiri's quite confident she could simply leap up there and climb her way across those many traps. It would certainly make things much simpler, but of course there's the risk of slipping and setting something off, or perhaps even dislodging some rubble that might fall down onto a plate.

That would certainly be an impressive approach, though. She [i]does[/i] have a persistent feeling of being watched - though in this case, that feeling doesn't come with a sense of danger. Someone might be hiding ahead, but they're nothing to fear, she's quite certain. If there's an ambush ahead, she might do well to safely and methodically work through every single trap in turn, disarming or simply setting them off from afar to ensure she can safely retreat if needed. That doesn't seem likely though. Maybe it's better to just come at them from an unexpected angle, far before they're ready for her.

What should she do?

[Crawl across the ceiling like a spotty spider]

[Risk boredom by carefully disarming every single trap]

[b]Branch 1[/b]

[Continues from Crawl across the ceiling]

While this might not be the best idea she's ever had, there's something about being watched that inspires her to show off a little. Besides, there are [i]plenty[/i] of things to cling onto up there. All she needs is her claws. One good leap, and she's up on those sturdy vines where they weave in and out of the old stone. They hold fast, more than strong enough to support her weight as she turns herself upside down and begins the treacherous crawl.

Moving more swiftly and confidently in long strides, she reaches, grabs, and shimmies along without incident until she's all the way across. Nothing stirs. Not one rumble or clank disturbs her. When she descends, landing with one hand planted in slightly showy fashion, she finds herself looking up at the pretty face of a very impressed otter. Even if he surely won't admit it. That old rival of hers was supposed to be waiting in the shadows to ambush her, but her demonstration of feline agility threw him right off. She has a way of throwing him off.

"Xander," she confidently addresses the hidden foe.

" ... Mahiri," comes the small voice of the girly otter, sounding already daunted by her. "I didn't expect ... that hall was supposed to be impassable. There was nowhere to safely step ..."

"Mhm." She nods, placing her hands on her hips - and near her daggers. "That's why I didn't step anywhere."

"That's not ..." Xander begins, then straightens up, trying to look more confident. "It doesn't matter! I'm turning you in. Once I capture you ..."

She tries to hold it in, but she can't help but softly laugh at him, and how he's trying to look intimidating while standing considerably smaller than her. This isn't the first time they've run into one another. Every time they do, she sends him on his way, unharmed but thoroughly embarrassed. Yet he keeps coming back for more. Maybe it's time to teach him a sterner lesson. Or maybe it's just time to have some fun yet again. After all the hiking, she could use the diversion.

There's just the question of how she wants to deal with him. He's armed, yes. That blade won't be any trouble though. He looks so shaky just holding it. Is it too heavy for him? Poor thing. Maybe she should just pounce him right this very moment and pin him to the floor. He's probably all pent up just seeing her. A little mercy on her part will make sure he gets milked dry and sent on his way with a warning not to bother her again - one she's sure he won't heed.

Or maybe she's feeling a little rougher. A squeeze of her necklace will give her a nice, stiff cock to use on his curvy form. All she needs to do is hang back and wait for him to make his move, then she can dodge out of the way and bend him over something. A cute thing like him needs a good rutting now and then, surely. No better way to remind him who he's dealing with than to cum all over his cute face.

It's faint, but there's another spell at work just behind the twinky otter. A portal is open near him, presumably to transport her back to town so he can turn her in for one bounty or another. When she squints a little, she realizes she recognizes his intended destination. Not that he'll ever manage to capture her, but even if he did, he intends to bring her back to a tavern of all places? Wouldn't a barracks or a jail make more sense?

It's not just any tavern either, but one whose owner still owes her a rather large favour, one where she always drinks for free thanks to her heroic reputation there after the [i]incident[/i] she helped take care of. She has plenty of friends there. They'll let her do whatever she wants at that bawdy, raunchy place, including with a precious little rival. All it would take to transport them both is a push.

What should she do?

[Pounce him flat and have some fun]

[Wait for him to make his move, then bend him over something]

[Push him into the portal and embarrass him in front of an audience]

[b]Branch 2[/b]

[Continues from Disarm every trap]

In truth, it's not nearly as dull as she feared. The opportunity to puzzle out how to deal with every single mechanism is a welcome challenge, and not one without risks either. One slip, and she might set something off before she's safely out of the way. Or maybe there's still something she hasn't noticed, maybe all the obvious traps are simply a ruse to distract from the true, carefully hidden threat. None of those concerns come to fruition as she inches her way through the dark hall, slicing through wires, dislodging pressure plates with the tip of a dagger, unscrewing vital components. It's truly a demonstration of just how good she is at this kind of thing - despite all the bad luck she seems to be having lately.

The only remaining concern is those runes. She doesn't have any sort of dispelling ability to deal with those, but she does have a less elegant solution. There are plenty of good rocks around the entrance to the tower, and they're perfect for throwing. She gathers up a few and takes aim, tossing those simple weapons towards the magical stones and inscriptions until there are flashes and sparks of magical energy. She turns away so as not to be blinded by the discharges of fire, lightning, acid, and other fearsome spells, safely out of range.

Those would have certainly been unpleasant to set off herself, but after enough sparking and fizzing, the magic dies down. In place of those explosive spells, she instead hears a distant groan. At first she thought it might be some sort of undead creature, but it's a more delicate voice than that. One she recognizes, at that. A little smirk forms at the corner of her mouth when the realization dawns at her. Stepping into the tower proper, she finds herself looking upon a familiar face, still rubbing his eyes after carelessly looking directly at the magical eruption she set off not far from where he was hiding.

"Xander," she confidently addresses the hidden foe.

" ... Mahiri," comes the small voice of the girly otter, sounding already daunted by her. "I didn't expect ... you just walked up and took them all apart like they were nothing."

"Mhm." She nods, placing her hands on her hips - and near her daggers. "Were you expecting something different?"

"Well I ..." Xander begins, then straightens up, trying to look more confident. "It doesn't matter! I'm turning you in. Once I capture you ..."

She softly laughs at him, and how he's trying to look intimidating while standing considerably smaller than her. This isn't the first time they've run into one another. Every time they do, she sends him on his way, unharmed but thoroughly embarrassed. Yet he keeps coming back for more. Maybe it's time to teach him a sterner lesson. Or maybe it's just time to have some fun yet again. After all the hiking, she could use the diversion.

There's just the question of how she wants to deal with him. He's armed, yes. That blade won't be any trouble though. He looks so shaky just holding it. Is it too heavy for him? Poor thing. Maybe she should just pounce him right this very moment and pin him to the floor. He's probably all pent up just seeing her. A little mercy on her part will make sure he gets milked dry and sent on his way with a warning not to bother her again - one she's sure he won't heed.

Or maybe she's feeling a little rougher. A squeeze of her necklace will give her a nice, stiff cock to use on his curvy form. All she needs to do is hang back and wait for him to make his move, then she can dodge out of the way and bend him over something. A cute thing like him needs a good rutting now and then, surely. No better way to remind him who he's dealing with than to cum all over his cute face.

It's faint, but there's another spell at work just behind the twinky otter. A portal is open near him, presumably to transport her back to town so he can turn her in for one bounty or another. When she squints a little, she realizes she recognizes his intended destination. Not that he'll ever manage to capture her, but even if he did, he intends to bring her back to a tavern of all places? Wouldn't a barracks or a jail make more sense?

It's not just any tavern either, but one whose owner still owes her a rather large favour, one where she always drinks for free thanks to her heroic reputation there after the [i]incident[/i] she helped take care of. She has plenty of friends there. They'll let her do whatever she wants at that bawdy, raunchy place, including with a precious little rival. All it would take to transport them both is a push.

What should she do?

[Pounce him flat and have some fun]

[Wait for him to make his move, then bend him over something]

[Push him into the portal and embarrass him in front of an audience]

[b]Ending 1[/b]

[Continues from Pounce him flat]

She doesn't have any time for gimmicks or tricks when the mere sight of that ambitious but altogether pitiful rogue challenging her makes her so damn [i]horny[/i]. She wants to destroy him. The best way she can think of to start accomplishing that is to simply crouch down for less than half a second and spring towards him in a proper feline lunge he can't possibly be ready for. Even if he had a week to prepare, he still wouldn't be ready.

Hitting him square in the chest before he has a chance to swing a weapon or launch any sort of resistance, she bowls him over and brings him crashing to the floor. His blade crashes down with him, clattering away out of reach. She's at least merciful enough to cushion his head with her hands before it hits the ground, but the rest of him hits hard. He's left briefly gasping for air, knocked senseless, scrambling and shoving at her, but it's all pointless. She's got him, and she's going to do whatever she wants with him.

A dangerous but precise application of her claws makes short work of that cheap armour of his. Really, she's doing him a service by destroying it. If it can't even hold up to a simple swipe from a big cat, how does he expect it to protect him from real threats? She's demonstrating the error of his ways while she peels those coverings from his body, tatter by tatter. Revealing a little more of him with each tug, she can't help but get a great big grin on her face when she notices just how hard for her he already is. Either he firmed up incredibly quickly from a single pounce, or he was already turned on just to see her arrive.

"Look at you. You're a good boy when you want to be. I know you'll stop fussing when I give you what you need," she taunts in a low, seductive tone.

Xander doesn't have a reply for that. He bites his lip and tries not to make eye contact with her intensely sultry stare. She just licks her lips and starts to work to strip herself down. Which isn't the easiest task when she's busy pinning him down beneath her weight, sitting her ass right on his cock and pinning it between those smooth, leather-covered cheeks while she goes unfastens strap after strap until she's topless. A good heft and squeeze of her breasts ensures he can't look away, staring at her absolutely ample bust while she lifts them up and lets them bounce for him. She can feel him throbbing under her butt.

"Just relax. I know where you need to be," she purrs.

Leaning down, she meets his lips in a kiss, only to nip at his lower lip with her teeth. He yelps in surprise and pulls back, there she stays, pinning him down, tits squished to his chest while she works to get just as bare below the waist as she is up top. That involves plenty of grinding and rubbing against him, eventually just smothering him between her breasts until she's finally free. From there she can dip down with her back arched, swiping her slick pussy lips across his shaft, making him tremble and twitch. His whimpers are still very much muffled beneath her bosom, smothered until he's starting to fade a little.

Only then does she let up and allow him to gasp freely. Rising, she plants both palms firmly on his shoulders and gives him a horny growl, clenching those fangs together while they glisten. A few more strokes of her slick pussy lips along his shaft is enough to warm her up. She knows he's ready. He's standing up stiff and dripping for her as she lines herself up and then elegantly sinks down until she thumps her rump against his hips. That sheaths him inside her sex all at once with a satisfying slurp. Her snarls drown out his mewling little groans and huffs. She can feel him desperately throbbing inside her, already so very close to cumming if he's not careful. He better not.

Some rolling, thudding, and soon slamming thrusts down on his dick take him balls deep every single time. He clings to her hips, barely even able to hold on while he quivers below her, throbbing, pulsing, spurting, but holding back on his cumshot for now. She can tell he's not going to last very long. If she cared more, she might slow down and try to tease him for as long as she can. Instead, she ruts him hard, driving him all the way inside her, lunging, pounding, snarling in his face until she outright drools on him. There's just something about that pretty otter. She [i]must[/i] destroy him.

It's too much for anyone, much less a subby boy like Xander. He grips her tightly, arches and squirms beneath her, curling his toes, straining, scrunching up his face all cutely, but he can't hold back. That pussy's squeezing him too tight, slicking up and down his shaft, giving its sloppiest slurps while she rides him senseless. It's all enough to make him flex taut, as stiff as possible inside her sex, and finally blow his load furiously while he lays with an expression of silent ecstasy on his face.

She gives him a few good bounces to make sure he gets it all out, but as hard as she might ride him, he doesn't get her off in the process of filling her with his spunk. Squeezing until he's absolutely dry but still hard, still throbbing and even dry-firing inside her, she only relents when she notices him biting his lip to deal with the strain. She's trying to toy with him, not hurt him, so she finally relents. Not without giving him a warning growl to tell him precisely just how disappointed he is in his performance though.

"Oh my. So soon? I'm going to have to [i]punish[/i] you for that."

He always brings out her meanest side. She knows it's how he likes it. Though she's not thinking about anyone but herself as she [i]schlurks[/i] off his cock and looms over him for a time. By his blushy, embarrassed face, he knows he deserves whatever comes next. He's ready to accept it. Such pretty features too - just looking down at him while his eyes dart off to the side, too intimidated to meet her gaze convinces her of what she needs to do. A swish of her tail and a spin of her hips, and she turns her spotty back towards her, slowly lowering herself down until she completely eclipses his face in thick, rosetted booty.

Xander manages a single [i]mmmf[/i] before all is silenced beneath that butt. Mahiri weighs herself down on him fully, squeezing him between those cheeks so she can grind her grim against his lips. It doesn't take him long to start kissing, and then licking. He knows he owes her, and giving her a thorough rimming is the start of making it up to her. It's a start, but they both know she's going to need more than that.

Pressing down a little more firmly, she tests just how far he'll let her go, grinding that ring against his face until she starts to stretch it out over the shape of his muzzle. A little firmer, a little deeper, and she feels herself stretching all the more until she's clamping down on his face, locking him inside her. None of that dissuades him from servicing her. He sticks his tongue in deep and eats her out like the good pet he is. Yet no matter how generous and submissive he might be, she still desires more, more, [i]more[/i].

A strange tingling sensation somewhere in her chest distracts her from the domination. She reaches up and finds her necklace is particularly warm where it hangs just above her bosom. A stroke across its surface gives her a strange sort of energizing feeling. It inspires her, drives her to take things even further with the smothered otter. Grinding down even more firmly, she decides to test her limits, and finds she's much more flexible than she might expect. All it takes is easing down on her more and more firmly, and making slow progress overtaking her seat, and then there comes that satisfying knot-like pop of his whole head getting trapped inside her.

Xander finally reaches the point where he doesn't simply obey her anymore. First he simply squirms, then he starts shoving at her rump with rising force. He's not nearly strong enough to overpower her at the best of times, much less when she's already started swallowing him beneath her tail. Looking back over her shoulder at her prey while his struggles rise in intensity, Mahiri simply gives a rumbling chuckle.

"Mm. Sorry, Xander. I need the whole otter for myself. You're going to look so good on my curves."

Saying it out loud is what really confirms it to her. She [i]must[/i] do this. It's going to feel so good. Some part of her feels a little sorry for Xander, but her lustful appetite wins out. Pressing down on his shoulders is the first test of her predatory prowess, but she's pleased to find she starts expanding over the shape of him fairly easily. He's narrow around there anyway. It's his hips that will truly challenge her. Pausing to clench down on him, she brings her whole palm to her pussy, inelegantly palming across her folds while she gets wetter and wetter at the feeling of consuming that weak rival - and at the thought of just how far she's going to go.

Squishing, shoving, squeezing, she tucks him away inch by inch, pinning his arms to his sides. All he has left is some wriggling and thrashing, kicking against the floor while she masturbates to the excitement of eating him with her fine, spotty ass. She can't say she's ever done this to anyone before, but she's going to have to ensure this isn't the last time. With an arch of her back and a pleasured yowl, she bounces a few times, whips her tail through the air, then looks back to watch the otter disappearing between her cheeks. She's almost halfway down now.

"This must be so very embarrassing for you, Xander. I hope it is. To think, the rival you meant to capture is shoving you right up her ass for her own pleasure ... just imagine how humiliating it will be to be part of me."

Whether he can actually hear her or not while smothered inside her doesn't really matter to her. She just likes taunting him. Now it's time to pull in those hips though, which necessitates sliding forward, getting onto her hands and knees with her rear raised high and her tail lifted towards the ceiling. From there, her sheer muscular contractions are enough to drag him away. She clenches hard, hugging all around his body as she envelops his stiff cock inside her along with his girly curves. Now it's just a matter of tucking those kicking legs away while he distantly cries out within her, lost in her inner flesh.

Just a little more before he's all hers. She gives an occasional snarl, but not out of any sort of discomfort. Her body is rattling with untold ecstasy the closer she gets to fully consuming him. Down his thighs, over his knees, and then just a few more flexes get her down to his ankles. By then, he's sagging in her gut, all curled up and squished into a tight ball of otter while she crawls there, moaning, growling, rumbling all around her humiliated meal. She can feel him blushing inside her, that blazing heat that comes with knowing he's been thoroughly, utterly [i]beaten[/i] yet again. This time might be for good. She hasn't made her mind up yet.

One more hard flex and he's gone. His paws disappear between her cheeks, vanishing under her tail as she lets it drop back down over her sealing hole. For all the stretching, she's just as tight as before, ensuring he's not escaping. For a moment, the reality of the situation dawns on her. Just how is she supposed to continue her adventuring when she has so much otter to digest? Yet just as she considers that, there comes another little tingle from her necklace as if it can read her mind.

That won't be a problem. She can already feel herself squeezing down on her prey before he even reaches her stomach. He doesn't need to go that far. She'll absorb him directly in her intestines. Her body kneads and churns around him, flesh crackling and squelching while she rolls back to scoot over and lean against a wall, legs spread wide. That gives her full access to her pussy while she [i]glorps[/i] and churns around the otter. The way he squirms in panic like that admittedly just makes her wetter.

"Oh, don't lose your mind, Xander. I will certainly [i]consider[/i] bringing you back." A thrust and a moan as she digests him doesn't make that seem especially likely. "But not yet. You're staying with me for a good, long while at the very least."

That may very well be forever at this rate. She can already feel herself absorbing him. Everything's moving so very quickly, far beyond her usual metabolic rate. Something's different. Something's not right, but in the best of ways. She gropes her belly while it slowly shrinks over the outline of the otter, hugging in tighter, tighter, sloshing, simmering, taking him for herself. He's still wriggling away there where he bulges in her softening, smoothing belly, but she doubts he'll last much longer.

All the while, she's getting thicker too. First her thighs pad out with the padding he offers her, and of course her spotty ass. From there, he goes to her tits, to her belly, to her hips. Everything that's soft and feminine about her just gets softer while she digests that otter down to nothing. It's when she feels those squirms fading, fading, turning from distinct kicking struggles to faint twitches, and then finally stillness that she cums at last. With fingers shoved deep inside her drenched pussy, she gives a wicked growl that builds all the way to a shout of a roar as she rubs herself to a squirting, gushing peak to the triumph of digesting that cute little otter who was never going to be as good as her anyway.

Drenching herself in her own juices, she soaks herself from thighs to toes, slumping down against the wall as she absorbs the last of that otter. Panting, drooling, rumbling away, she takes the time to feel herself up while she glows in the aftermath of her indulgence. She has no regrets. Not when she's so very elegantly thickened by her meal. Squeezing herself back into her leathers is going to be an effort, but she'll just have to pride herself on how much more distraction than usual her figure will be for any potential foes ahead.

As for Xander, that's it for a while. She has no plans to rush back to town and contact a priest. She'll consider it when she gets back from her adventure. For now, he's going to jiggle along with her every step, at least until she crams her thicker body into that curve-hugging armour. There's still a tower to explore. Whether it'll be worth the time spent investigating remains to be seen, but she doesn't mind the distraction when it ends with her feeling so very satisfied, in every possible way. Whatever magic lurks within that mysterious necklace knows what's best for her, even if it means going farther than she usually does.

[b]Ending 2[/b]

[Continues from Bend him over something]

With one hand, she gives that necklace a squeeze. She's going to need to make a change if she's going to properly deal with him. With the other, she removes a length of rope from her belt. It's the perfect length and sturdiness to deal with troublesome otters. She doesn't need to offer any sort of warning. He's already got his eyes wide, fixated on what she's tapping over one of her open palms.

"And just what are you going to do with that?" he quietly asks her.

"Oh, I think you know." She gives him a wink. "Going to hold still for me, or do I have to hold you down?"

"I don't know what you mean by that ... " he begins, but doesn't even seem to believe it himself by the time he's done speaking.

"Come here cutie. I've got a new knot to try on you."

That might have a double meaning from a canine, but it's purely innocent from her. What she's going to do to him after she has him all tied up is another story. She swings that rope and cracks it like a whip, making Xander flinch. When she approaches, he backs away until he's pressed up against the wall, easily cornered by the rumbling leopardess. She offers him a light snarl and a flash of those fangs just to tell him she really means it. As usual, he's not getting away from her without a firm lesson.

When she stretched out that sturdy, soft rope between both hands, she simply reaches out and strokes it up along his chest, teasing under his chin while he turns away, trying not to stare. She can already tell how much of an effect it's having on him. Tight leather has never been good at concealing bulges. He loves those bindings. He knows well how good she is with them. It's just a matter of swallowing his minimal pride and letting her win again, without too much fuss.

When she takes him by the wrists, he tugs away at first, but quickly settles down. She's got him. There's no sense fighting it out when he already knows how it'll end. She's glad to see he's learning. That deserves a quick slurp on the cheek, dragging her rough tongue along his soft fur. He's always so smooth and silky, lacking the general grime that comes with adventuring. That he always seems so clean is how she knows he's not a real adventurer.

She can see him giving some happy little quivers when she binds his hands together. That thrice-bound knot is going to hold until she cuts it. Even better, there's a piece of stone jutting out from the old wall that's perfect for suspending her captive. Forcefully pulling his arms up, she stretches him out and throws him over that natural hook, letting him dangle there with his feet a few inches from the ground. Those paws are quickly bare when she snatches off his boots, working her way up in the process of playfully stripping him - and going through his pockets while she's at it.

Mahiri tsks when she fails to find anything valuable. Just what sort or rogue is he that he's not carrying something mysterious or useful in every possible pocket of his outfit? There aren't even that many pockets. So few places to hide a weapon or trick, and none of them even used. Perhaps in a more generous mood she might give him some valuable feedback and guidance, lest his adventuring career come to an abrupt end. Instead, she's just going to take advantage of just how very weak in the knees he always seems to get around her.

Eventually she just goes ahead and steals his pants in one smooth motion once they're properly unbuckled. That leaves all his secrets revealed. The otter is all kinds of horny for her, stiff and outright throbbing without so much as a touch. She just offers him a grin, then goes in for a smooch on the neck that turns into a dominant nibble. He's helpless - or chooses to be anyway - while she has her way with him, one touch at a time. Stroking up along the inside of one of his bare thighs, she eventually reaches and cups his balls, rubbing a thumb along the base of his cock.

"Very nice. Excited for your feline mistress?" she warmly teases him.

The word seems to strike him like an arrow. "M-mistress?"

"Oh, you'll be calling me that by the time I'm done. After all -." She drops her voice lower, so low it's almost inaudible. "Mine's bigger."

That much she demonstrates as she leans in close, pressing her body against his in a symphony of creaking, crackling leather rubbing up against leather. Her bulge is plenty obvious, rubbing against his firm cock, somehow making him even harder from the attention. She nibbles up along his jawline until she reaches an ear, then latches on there to playfully nibble and chomp until he whimpers. Running her fingers up along his sides, she starts working with the rest of her armour, leaving her shaft confined for now, filling out while she feels up and strips that girly boy. He's all hers for the taking.

Once he's fully nude before her, exposed, vulnerable, unable to hide a single thing, she reaches down to give him a solid spank. That pert butt is nice and tight, but still plenty ample. She's caught up for a time just groping him while he huffs and groans, trying not to whimper again. It's a losing effort. Those sounds spill out of him while the feisty cat toys with him, groping, kneading, pressing deep into his cushy rump, knowing he's all hers to keep for as long as she likes. Even if that tower is picked clean, she's found herself some lovely loot to satisfy her for now.

Thief that she is, she can't help but do everything with at least a little dramatic flair. That armour is perfect for stripping from her spotty form one strap or buckle at a time. She lets the otter dangle before her while she shows off what she can do with those curves, slowly swaying, teasing the hell out of the poor horny boy. It's working, judging by just how much he's dripping. The way he throbs for her as she loosens her armour almost looks painful - but surely he can wait just a little longer to get what he needs.

First, she gets herself topless, letting those breasts bounce free. Freed of their leathery confines, they can spring out even bigger than they were concealed beneath the armour. They're floaty and perky and perfect for groping before she shoves them right in his face. That otter's left buried in her bust for a time while she works her multiple belts, and by the time she lets him free to breathe, he's left gasping her warm, lusty scent as she pulls that glossy shaft free at last.

It's nicely slick with desire. She's every bit as horny for him too, despite all the teasing. Flashing him a grin while she strokes up and down that spire, she finally just leans in again to lick along the curve of his ear and whisper some words that mix well with her sultry rumbles.

"I wonder how long you can last before you break?"

Something about that pretty face, and the confidence he always projects right before she defeats and humiliates him once more just brings out this extra feisty side of her. She wants to ruin him beyond recognition. It's a cruel side of her perhaps, but not one that seems unwelcome. She sees the way his eyes go all shiny while she growls her lust at him. Even more obvious is the way he wraps his legs around her when she lifts him by the hips and lines him up with that stiff, thick cock.

There's no need for another word. Instead, she just leans in and nibbles her way along his throat, pressing fangs to some vital veins but doing no real harm but for the occasional pinprick. That precision is something she maintains even while she grips his girly ass and shoves her cock somewhere near the root of his tail. She finds her mark on the first thrust. That taut little hole is going to need some stretching to properly fit that shiny black cat cock, but she's sure the whimpery otter is up to the challenge.

Pulling him close, she penetrates him all at once in one smooth thrust, sinking a few inches inside and holding herself there to feel him squeezing on her. From there she moves to slurping him, slathering her way up his neck and over his face in slow, firm strokes of that extra-stimulating tongue. His own cock absolutely pulses against her belly, smearing her with an excess of precum. She might mind the mess more if not for how well he's squeezing on her, gripping that dick so tight she can barely sink any deeper for the first few seconds.

She's happy to shallow-fuck him a while until he loosens up. He yelps and whines through the first few thrusts, but it doesn't take him long to settle down. It's only a little longer before he's moaning for her. There's nobody there but the two of them. He doesn't have to hide how he feels. She already knows. Shoving deeper and deeper, she fucks him slowly, firmly, stuffing him until his belly bulges with the outline of her shaft and her big fat balls nestle nicely up against his butt. Now it's time to really start plapping that cute thing.

A resonant rumble passes through her entire body, and Xander's too once she digs in her claws a little and thumps him good and deep. That spank of nuts to backside rings out through that old, empty place, grinding and pounding away while she ruts him wetter and wetter. She's spurting inside of him before long, not cumming, but it probably feels like that to him for how much pre she's shooting beneath his tail. Grinding deep and slamming hard enough to later bruise a little, she flashes her teeth right in front of his face, letting him get a full glimpse of her fearsome visage before she kicks up the pace to something even more frightful.

Maybe it's a bit of that rivalry that fuels her aggressive side. Maybe he's just extra fuckable. Either way, he spurs her into a pounding fury, snarling, drooling even while she ruts his butt nearly numb. He can barely even moan anymore, left quivering in a breathy whimper while he scrunches up his face, eyes shut tight as if to hide from her snarls. They echo around the tower while she fucks him to a finish, lunging, driving, slamming her nuts up against her cushy backside while he trembles in her grip, dangling and bound.

She feels him clench up first, giving her a solid squeeze to help milk her dry, as if she needs any more help cumming him full. Sinking to the hilt, she holds herself inside him, giving some quick, short, ultra-rapid thrusts while her thunderous voice fills the dusty chamber. Then there comes the squirt of otter cum up along her belly, reaching all the way to her breasts while Xander whimpers in her grasp. She grips him tighter, slams him harder, and fucks that precious, helpless low-level rogue until she finally blows a fat load in his tight, squeezing butt.

The otter simply dangles there, weakly squeezing around her waist while she bottoms out and dumps her cum straight into him. She doesn't waste a single drop. It's all going inside him, pumping his belly full, rounding him out, making him slosh until the pressure finally builds to the point he starts leaking, then squirting out the excess. It pours down her balls, trickles over her spotted thighs, and finally puddles on the floor by the time she's done filling up that horny little otter to the very brim. Only then does she stop humping him, content to grind inside him and project some fine purrs for him to soak in.

Of course she's not done. He's still conscious, still coherent. She has to change that. Her cock never softens for a second. She's stiff as ever while she slowly pulls from him, only to suddenly yank back and make him cry out as her shaft squelches free of his ass, leaving a waterfall of cum in her wake. He's still stuck there while she considers. Ideas come quickly. Reaching for his arms, she pulls him down from there, but he's not going to get to enjoy his freedom for long.

Down he goes, flat on his cum-swollen belly while she stalks behind him. Of course she has more rope on her person. That thin, velvety cord isn't great for climbing, but it's perfect for binding someone up - whether it's for her own safety, or for something naughtier than that. She plants a bare paw right between his shoulderblades while she pulls his bound hands back behind his head. Xander's plenty flexible at least. He'll have to be to endure what she's got planned for him.

"You know, I think you have entirely too much room to squirm. Let's get you [i]properly[/i] bound."

Looping that rope around and around his outstretched arms lets her bind them fully together, from wrists to shoulders. They remain firmly stuck behind him while she goes to work on his legs as well, squeezing them together in a kneeling position beneath him. That leaves him face down on the dusty old stone floor while she toys with him, barely even able to wiggle. He certainly tries, especially when she finishes up and gives a spank to his ass, audibly stroking her slick cock behind him. It's plenty clear she wants more time with that tight, soft ass.

Mounting over him like a proper cat, she quickly finds her spot with her fangs fixed firmly on the back of his neck. He doesn't have that feline scruff to bite, so she'll have to settle on simply wrapping her teeth around his whole throat from behind, gnawing and kneading, but not outright chomping. Not yet anyway. She's already a growly, horny beast while mounts the helplessly bound otter. Who knows how carried away she might get?

That cum-drenched hole is plenty ready for her as she takes him from behind, pushing firmly against his rim for half a moment before slipping smoothly inside. Just shoving into him is enough to squeeze out plenty more of her own cum, soaking him while he trembles beneath her. It's enough to almost make her stop to check on him. Is that much shaking while he's getting fucked healthy? Maybe it's just for lack of any other movement he can do. There's nothing he needs to contribute, but for his breathy, rising moans as she bottoms out and starts humping hard against that shapely rump.

The messy sounds of squelching through the spunk she pumped inside him echoes out, slickly suckling while she uses that extra lubrication to really thump into him. It's barely five seconds she's fully inside him before she's already giving full, lunging thrusts inside of him. A little deeper with those teeth until he cries out, and she holds that clamping mating bite while she fucks his butt with the force of those broad hips. She might be a soft, nimble cat, but she's got sheer strength when she needs it, hammering that girly otter hard, slapping her fatter nuts right up against his own.

Running her claws down his sides, licking at his neck, and pinning him down with her breasts to his back, she pounds him until he can hardly even make a sound. Faster, deeper, harder she goes, trying to push that otter to the very limit. She shakes him, slams him, breaks him a little more with every thrust. Rather than just moaning, he's starting to lose it, starting to giggle a little to himself while she fucks his brains right out, but he still yelps cutely for her when she takes the time to slap his ass with a firm, open-palmed strike.

Some part of her wants to bite harder, or claw deeper into his skin, to leave a [i]mark[/i] on him, but she tempers her most aggressive urges while she fucks him. Instead, she has a better idea. Her gear is still within reach. She knows exactly what he needs. It won't even hurt - not much, anyway. She's been waiting to use this on someone, and in the throes of his near-orgasmic bliss while she's balls-deep inside him, she's sure Xander won't object.

It looks like nothing more than a simple runestone with a shape much like Mahiri's own paw on it, but it has much more magic in it than it appears. She might not be one for spells, but she's very open to utilizing any sort of enchanted trinket she comes across. Pressing it to one of Xander's cheeks mid-fuck creatures for a moment a slight hiss, and the otter gives a yelp, but any discomfort quickly vanishes in moaning as she presses his tender button just right, grinding her dick on his g-spot until he simply has no choice but to launch into an eye-rolling, toe-curling, panting, drooling, stupefied cumshot totally hands free with that cat cock inside him.

Spurting all over himself, he can barely even moan for her anymore, simply gasping for air while she milks him dry just by fucking his ass. She withdraws that stone in the middle of his climax so she can admire its effects. Tattooed, or branded even into his skin and fur alike is a possessive mark that ensures he knows who he belongs to. Not only that - it'll help her ensure she can find him any time she likes for further fucking and dominating. Knowing that he really is [i]hers[/i] now is precisely what motivates her to drive to a finish.

"All mine, otter. Catch your breath, now. Moan for your new mistress while she fills you up."

"Nnnnnh, [i]mistresssss[/i] ..." comes his pleasured moan, like a hiss.

He's already plenty full, but she has so much more cum to give him. Launching into a driving, plunging, rapid-pounding pace, she shakes his whole body back and forth with the power of her final thrusts. She needs to cum in him [i]now[/i], needs to stuff that boy up and show him how a real rogue fucks. Snarling, clawing, biting her way through that vicious rut, she finally hits the mark that makes her arch her back and lash her tail, gripping her branded toy tightly while she shoves all the way inside him and bottoms out with a triumphant roar.

If there's anyone else in that tower, they certainly know she's there by now, if they don't already. She shakes the very foundations with her blasted bellow of climax. Xander deserves a good roar that leaves his ears ringing for what a good boy he's been. She presses her taut balls against his butt and lets him feel them flexing while she blows her juicy load again, forcing a third cumshot from her pet in the process. He just can't help but make another mess when he feels his mistress cumming so hard inside him.

Once his belly is sloshed to the very limit, she pulls back and roughly yanks from him with a snarl and paints him down with her scent. She's already marked him in a more official fashion, but making him smell like her is the perfect way to ensure he won't forget who he belongs to. Jizzing over him from his butt to his back to his soft hair, she soaks him, dousing him in musky leopard seed until he's left dripping while he drools and gasps for air beneath the victorious feline.

Surely he expected this. A scene just like this one is how their encounters tend to end. Though he's not usually [i]this[/i] ruined. He's gaped, drenched, and permanently claimed by her greedy self. Rising up, she brushes herself off, but she's plenty wet herself. Smelling of sex isn't going to hamper her adventuring any. There's still a tower to explore, if there's even any treasure there. Stepping briefly on his battered butt, she offers a sultry purr before turning to gather up her things - and some of his as well.

"See you around, Xander. Don't worry. I'll find you whenever I need you. Not that it's ever been especially difficult."

With a wink, she's off, leaving him to fend for himself, bound, marked, and slathered in her cum. He's a resourceful boy, even if he doesn't have what it takes to contend with her. She's sure he'll be fine, in time.

[b]Ending 3[/b]

[Continues from Push him into the portal]

"So," she begins, and lets the word hang in the air for a few moments while Xander stands in anticipation of whatever she's going to say. "Is that the Sullen Fang I see behind you?"

That clearly isn't the question the otter expects. He glances back and gives an uncertain shrug.

"Uh. I suppose so, yes. You know it?"

She doesn't answer. That's all she needs. One moment, one glance away from her with his guard down, and she strikes. A swift lunge and she hits him square in the chest with both hands, sending him tumbling backwards right off his flat feet. Away he goes through that portal - and she's pleased to see it doesn't close behind him. That would have been convenient enough, but she doesn't just want to get him out of her way. She wants to embarrass him in front of as many people as possible.

He crashes to the floor of the dingy tavern, and she swiftly follows, leaping forth through the open portal in pursuit of her prey. A few members of the brutish crowd of adventurers look up from their drinks to see what all the commotion is, but there's nothing especially unusual about that sudden appearance in such a place as that dark den in the underbelly of the city. Before Xander can scramble to his feet, she simply steps a boot atop his back, giving a commanding growl.

"It's entirely foolish of you to think you could get away with bringing me to a place where I have so many friends." Looking up, she raises her voice to catch more attention than her dramatic entrance already inspired. "Who here has my back?"

A few voices give a raucous cry of support, while others grunt their approval - which is statement enough from those hulking types. The fact of the matter is that Xander is completely surrounded. She can get away with doing anything to him she wants - and her audience is going to [i]enjoy[/i] it, too. It wouldn't be the first time someone's fucked in front of everyone. Such things are usually met with supposed whoops and cheers, and sometimes a rain of coins. For now, she's going to start slow with him.

Letting him up, she has a seat on one of the nearby barstools, reaching out to nab him by the hair before he gets too far. He doesn't fight her. Xander surely knows he's doomed to follow her whims yet again. The only question is just how far she'll go with him this time. It's easy to get caught up in the moment, especially with all the attention on her. First off, she reaches up to give a little squeeze to that precious thing around her neck. That's enough to enact a swift change over her body, one that isn't immediately obvious until she guides the otter's face between her thighs to squish nose-first into the bulge in her leather bottoms.

That's where she keeps him for a while, simply grinding on him in front of everyone, letting him take in that domination while she firms up against his lips. Plenty of people are watching. Some of them out of idle interest, some of them more intently. She wonders how long it's going to take before they start getting off on her little show.

"Look, I'll tell you straight, Xander," she playfully rumbles to him while she humps his face, suppressing any possibility of a response. "I don't mind these little diversions, but I'd much prefer you stopped getting in my way. I think it's time I dealt with you a little more [i]permanently[/i]."

The look she gives him is truly precious, all wide-eyed and fearful like he truly believes her. That just makes her chuckle before she goes on.

"Oh, okay, maybe just for a while. But only because you're cute."

From there, it's a matter of unbuckling right in front of his face, letting that sheath spill forth along with an impressively plump pair of nuts. Bigger than his, for certain. She doesn't even have to look to know he's already throbbing just at the sight - and the scent. Another grab at him allows her to bury his face up against her set, letting him huff the scent of adventure all accumulated under the leather. There she grinds him for a while, using him for a rag to soak up a little sweat, until she feels the first lick.

"Ohh. I thought so," she purrs. "Don't hold back, now. Your fate rests on it."

All those adventurers, all those potential future party members of Xander's are going to see just how eager he is to lick his rival's nuts. She's got him by the hair, claws pressed right down to his scalp, and from there she presses him deeper, deeper, until his nose is all but inside her sheath. Of course, that doesn't last long. Not when she's already firming up and sliding out right along the side of his face, smearing up his fur in a generous streak of precum. It hasn't even been that long of a journey yet, but she's already feeling so very pent up. He's going to have to satisfy all her needs if he wants to walk free unrobbed.

She doesn't even have to ask him. He just naturally gravitates to her when she's on offer. Moments after getting a good look at her balls, and he's already got his lips wrapped around them. All the talk is just teasing. She knows how much he loves to serve her. Whether he was ever truly trying to capture her or not isn't exactly clear to her. It doesn't matter now. She leans back in her seat to rumble while the less skilled thief pleases her, and makes a gesture to the amphibious bartender.

Soon she has a frosty mug sliding her way, full of something bitter to sip on while she gets her nuts sucked on. Xander manages to get one of them into his mouth, bathing it in his saliva while he gives a tiny little muffled moan. He might be trying not to let her hear how much he's enjoying himself, but she knows. His work is enough to firm her up until she's solidly pulsing, dripping a thin strand of juices trickling down into his hair. Even so, he lingers there until he's utterly coated each of those nuts. Then it's time to work on licking them clean again, as best he possibly can.

It's enough to make her chuckle a little. "Gods, you're just [i]obsessed[/i] aren't you? You love that taste. Go ahead and take a good sniff, why don't you?"

Xander almost instantly obeys. Burying his nose between her well-slurped balls, he breathes only her for a moment, huffing until he can't possibly hold anymore in his lungs. Then he simply holds it, only exhaling when he's utterly drunk on her. Mahiri savours in that a while, draining her drink, but eventually the urge to cum in someone wins out. She takes a handful of his hair once more, harshly yanking him along until he whimpers softly. Such force is necessary to get his lips right up against the slick black tip of her cock.

She doesn't say a word. It's not necessary. The cute otter is soon licking the pre from her cock before slowly overtaking it, wrapping his lips around the tip to give it a deep, fond suckle. Then he goes down, engulfing as much as he can possibly swallow, then a little more. She doesn't pay him much mind, simply holding him in place, one hand on the back of his head while she finishes her drink with a satisfied sigh. Only when he halts around the halfway point on her glossy girth does she decide to get a little greedier.

A little growl of dominance and she seizes his head in both hands, clutching his skull tightly while she starts thrusting right down his open throat. Oh, he certainly chokes at first, but she's sure he'll adjust. Those shuddering gags subside quite quickly, too. The first few thrusts seem to devastate him, but soon after that he's eagerly swallowing her cock until she gets right down to the very hilt between his lips. There, she simply holds herself for as long as he can possibly handle her.

He might not be a very good rival, but he does a good job of being her slut. Drawing back, he lets the juices pour down his chin and soak into his armour before going back down on her with a long, messy [i]schlurrrp[/i]. The sloppy blowjob is relatively discrete at first, hidden away in the shadow beneath the bar, but she soon finds herself unable to resist her feistier urges while she has his lips smooching up against her soft white crotchfur. Up she gets, planting her feet firmly to stand over her kneeling servant, grabbing him all the tighter so she can fuck his face like the good little cocksleeve he is.

While he might give a few [i]mmfs[/i] of shock and surprise while he struggles to adjust to how forceful she's being, she knows he can take it. He always can. This isn't the first time she's used his mouth like this. It probably won't be the last. The encouragement of the audience just inspires her to fuck him all the harder. A nearby barbarian bear beats her fist on the table to the beat of her deep, selfish strokes humping that cute face. Mahiri follows that rhythm, steadily thrusting, plunging her entire dick straight down the otter's gullet while he bulges with just how much he's swallowing.

He gives plenty of shaken [i]glurks[/i] while he struggles to keep up with her relentless greed, but none of it was enough to make him tap out. She needed his mouth just as much as he needed her cum. Just because it looked like she was demolishing him didn't mean it wasn't utterly mutual. That much was evident when he ended up clinging to her, reaching into her unbuckled pants to grip her spotty as, just to pull her closer, deeper, make her slap her nuts against his chin all the harder. Those hefty, swinging balls could really [i]plap[/i].

Slightly stunned, overwhelmed, eyes watering, and yet still sucking away while she plunged her shiny dick straight down his throat, Xander proved at the very least he was a worthy rival in one sense. He knew how to serve the better adventurer, how to be her good little slut until her balls were tensing up against his lower lip while she plunged down to the very hilt and held herself there, ignoring his slight squirming. He won't last too much longer like that, but for now, he's all hers.

A flash of fangs soon grows to a full snarl while she bottoms out in his throat, clutching him close, smothering his nose in her fur. There she stays until she pumps a hot, thick load straight into his belly, erupting hard enough to blow him back if not for her tight grip on his whole head. Xander is left scrambling just to chug it all down, gulping until his belly's good and full. Only then does she finally let him free with a harsh yank to unsheathe her cock from his gullet. It's hardly out of a sense of mercy, but just wanting to cum all over his face, drenching his pretty face and flimsy armour alike.

Lording over him for a time, cock in her hands, she considers the sight of that kneeling, defeated rival all covered in her cum. Not an unfamiliar one, certainly. A glance around at the crowd has her wondering just how much they enjoyed the show. Plenty of them are visibly worked up - if not outright jerking off to the sight of the cat humiliating that helplessly slutty otter in front of them all. Yet there are plenty more who seem unsatisfied, even impatient.

"Is that all?" one of them chides.

"Didn't you say he was going to [i]capture[/i] you?" another sneers.

It's the grim reminder in the dark voice of a mysterious hooded warrior that really gets to her. "We don't take kindly to turning on one another around here."

"Hmmm," she ponders out loud. "You know, I think you're right. I think this cute sneaky boy has been having too much fun. What do you all think about me teaching him a [i]lesson?[/i]"

That gets a round of encouraging hoots and yells, even battle cries. They're a rowdy bunch, but a good bunch too. They want to see how far she'll go. She can't let them down now. Instead, she turns to the bartender once more and gives a nod.

"Give me the special stuff. You know the one."

The frog behind the bar doesn't need to say a word. She just slides Mahiri another mug, and the cat holds it up high above the kneeling otter. Xander watches as she motions as if she's going to drink it, only to turn it upside down above his head, catching him off guard, as usual. A torrent of oddly sweet alcohol rains down on his features, washing away some of the cum, and getting into his open mouth. He swallows it before he can stop himself, finding the flavour pleasing, if tainted by some sort of unusual aftertaste. Just as he's wondering what the point of that was, it becomes obvious.

Mahiri's cock looks so much bigger than usual. Not because she's made any changes to herself, either. He's small enough to all but vanish in his cloak until she reaches down and strips it from his squirming form. The otter pulls away nervously at first as he's plucked naked from his now-oversized garments, clutched in two hands like a toy. Yet for as hesitant as he might be, the sight and scent of Mahiri's big fat black cock throbbing right in front of his face is enough to transfix him, enough to make him forget all about his worries.

It's just a small adjustment to his size. He's already plenty consumable at his usual height, but she doesn't want to weigh herself down so much that the rest of her adventure will be compromised. For now though, a little indulgence. She brings him closer, and then closer still until he's smothered up against the slippery tip of her still-firm cock. If anything, cumming in his mouth just made her harder. It's only after grinding that stiff shaft against his muzzle for a while that the otter clues into her intent.

"Wait, you don't have to - " he suddenly blurts, babbling in his desperation. "I won't mess with you anymore, promise. You'll never see me again!"

"Oh, that's just it, Xander. I want to make [i]sure[/i] I don't. Besides, after all that mess, you owe it to me to refill my balls."

She gives him a cruel smile, and then just shoves the back of his head until he [i]schlurps[/i] right into her hard shaft. Any further protests are swiftly muffled by the clenching grip she takes around his features, sealing his mouth shut while she starts squeezing him down. Following the rhythm of the rowdy chants around her, she pumps her cock with one hand and shoves at him with the other, taking him smoothly, wetly towards her balls one gulp at a time. Her shaft is stretching around him as he goes, but he fits just fine. It just takes time.

When it becomes abundantly clear that she really means it, Xander starts really struggling. Not just squirming, but the panicked fighting of someone who's realized he's about to be prey. Well, he already is. It's just a matter of sealing the deal. She groans as she thrusts back and forth, stroking her fingers up and down around the outline of the otter in her cock. All the shoving is hardly necessary when she naturally clamps down so hard around him. The sloppy swallows suck him down through something like peristalsis, leaving his [i]mmfing[/i] all the more muffled until it's drowned out entirely by the sloshing of her balls.

She's already filling those up in anticipation of churning him. They sag with his weight as she takes his muzzle inside them, making them hang lower and lower between her thighs while she leans back against the bar. She wants to make sure everyone can see what she's doing to him. The audience is practically drooling for her by then, pounding the tables with their fists while she swallows up around his hips. A good look at his pretty ass before she tucks it away has a few of the bulkier fighters in the crowd looking like they're about to get up from their seats just fuck that otter down her dick, but thankfully their companions convince them otherwise.

Mahiri's in no mood to share. Xander is [i]all[/i] hers. She makes that clear by dragging him right off his feet, leaving his kicking legs sticking out of her shaft while she strokes herself at an increasingly furious pace. All that pressure, all that pent up horny tension is enough to drag make him vanish all the faster. She slathers up his soft fur while she sucks him down, filling out her taut sack with his writhing form. As much as he fights her, he accomplishes nothing more than massaging her all the way down. He still ends up fully stuffed in her balls by the time she flops back onto her stool, letting her sack hang almost to the floor.

A roar of approval sounds from the crowd as she sits back to rub her shaft while it leaks the excess juices he's helping inspire. The first clench comes quick and ruthless, aggressively clamping down around his captive form while he fights and shoves against the walls hugging him from every side. He gets dunked in her jizz, swallowing even more of it, getting it over every single inch of his fur. Soaking in her musk, nearly drowning when he doesn't struggle enough. It all leaves him absolutely thrashing while she starts churning him in stuffed nuts, making her sack jiggle while it jumps and squeezes around his occasionally clearly visible form.

"Oh, hush. I'll make the arrangements to get you back. When I feel like it," she finally concedes when his panic proves a little too pathetic for her liking. She wanted to scare him a little, not inspire sheer terror.

" ... you - [i]ackkh[/i] - will?" he timidly asks her from within those massively engorged balls, choking on cum moments after opening his mouth.

"Like I said. Eventually. I think you deserve to be my spunk for a while, don't you?""

He doesn't answer, but she swears she can feel him blushing. Of course he loves that thought. He's probably going to enjoy this just as much as she is. Maybe it's the audience, maybe it's the drink, or maybe he's just so very meltable that he inspires her to work extra swiftly in pumping and churning him down into a softer and softer form. It only takes a minute or so before he's sloshed up so much that every inward squeeze around his confined form comes dangerously close to just squishing him into pure spunk. He's partly liquid, simmering and sinking down into the rising pool of pure leopard cum that he's immersed in, merging with her seed with every passing moment until she can hardly tell what's him and what's just another load.

With both hands around her shaft, she leans right back, snarling towards the ceiling while she makes her balls bounce with the force of her self-stroking. She knows how to please herself, squeezing in all the right places to make her balls clench up extra tight around her prey. He's not going to last much longer now. She pumps on him, [i]clench clench clench[/i], holding those fierce flexes around his softened form a little longer each time, trying to see if she can squish him down to nothing more than fresh cream. He holds out for longer than she expects. Maybe that's something else he's good at - getting churned up.

Finally, something gives, and her balls harshly tighten around what used to be an otter, [i]squelching[/i] him into pure seed with a satisfying [i]schlurk[/i]. Then there comes the gurgly, bubbling [i]blorps[/i] as she distributes that extra cum into each of her nuts. They round out and swell to spectacular size, nearly as big as her breasts each while they smooth over every last detail of the otter. He's just part of her now, pleasure waiting to happen, living his last drenched in leopard musk. For now, anyway. She'll deal with the hassle of revival later, once her adventure is over.

For now, it's all about performing for that captive audience. She has to admit she takes great pleasure in how many people are eagerly watching her jerking off. If she wasn't so horny, she might put on a better show, but in that thickly engorged, sloshing, dripping state, she just has to rub herself to a peak as quickly as possible. It takes both hands to properly work all that glossy meat, kneading and tugging just right until she feels it, until the tension flexes up from her taint and into her stuffed balls. A lash of her tail, a drooly snarl, and she works herself into a full, rutting, feral state while she hits her climax like a strike of lightning in the middle of a crowded bar.

The storm soon follows. She shoots that jizz Xander helped her make in a thick, hot jet that arcs across the room before splattering down spectacularly in a puddle that splashes onto plenty of the observers. There are no complaints. Instead, she gets the uproar of the approving masses while she cums hard enough to fill the whole room with her scent. Everything the otter was pours from her shiny shaft, bulging that black cock with just how much spunk travels up it with every shot. Her balls flex up so tight they don't even bounce along with her savage thrusts of climax, only dropping back down when she's emptied every single last drop she can possibly milk from her well-fed balls.

Only then does she slump with a growl and then a sigh. Some of the tavern patrons outright applaud. She got her spunk on the floor, on the walls, the ceiling, the tables, and plenty of those close enough to get splashed. Some of them lick it from their fingers or rub it off their faces while she settles down into a purring afterglow. A quick gesture has another drink sliding her way, her usual favourite. Knocking it back while she sweats in her leather in front of everyone, showing off her slathered dick and her sagging nuts, she finally perks up once more.

"Sorry for the mess, Sylv," she says over her shoulder.

"You know nobody minds. Least of all me," the frog tells her.

"Thought so. I'd love to stay, but I'm in the middle of - " She stops, and glances around. They might be friendly now, but she doesn't expect everyone will stay that way if they hear of the treasure she's after. "I'm busy."

"That's a shame. But we hope to see you again soon!"

Mahiri gives a nod, and slowly tucks herself back into her pants, buckling up once more. She's a bit of a mess, carrying the scent of sex with her as she rises to step back through that portal once more. This time, it really does close behind her, good for a limited number of uses perhaps. It's time to pick through that tower as planned, and the lingering remnants of ecstasy that comes with churning up such a cute little preything helps keep her focused and calm all throughout the treasure hunting process. As if that's not already exciting enough on its own.

---

[The Lost Lands]

(Continues from Ignore it and move on)

Better to keep going rather than waste her time picking through some rubble. There's something more out there. She can feel it. Wandering into the wilds like this isn't her usual method of operation, to be certain. She's barely even packed for a long journey, with only the basic food and water supplies to last her a day or two. If she's really going to brave the Lost Lands, then she probably should have considered hiring a guide.

Such a need is perhaps serendipitously taken care of when she spots the campfire of an adventuring party ahead. Of course, she doesn't immediately stride up to greet them. It's much better she watches from afar to get a sense of who she's dealing with. She finds herself a suitable bush and crouches low as the moon begins to rise, feline eyes easily adjusting to the minimal light.

They're not what she expected. Rather than the usual fighters and wizards, she instead finds herself distantly watching a trio of beasts. Three raptors stalk around their camp, seemingly preparing to sleep for the night. They might have animal forms, but they're clearly intelligent if they can make a fire and maintain a basic camp.

Maybe their fearsome appearance is deceiving, or maybe they are precisely as dangerous as they seem to be. Still, if she wants guidance and protection as she makes her way towards her uncertain goal, she's likely to find no better. It's just a matter of whether she wants to take the risk and hope they're friendly enough or not.

What should she do?

[Approach the party]

[Sneak past them]

[b]Chapter 11[/b]

(Continues from Approach the party)

It's no surprise to see just how cautious they are about Mahiri's approach. She makes sure to keep her hands away from her hips, holding them out so they can see she isn't brandishing a weapon. Even so, she finds her heart beating hard when they perk up and stare her down while she approaches, swishing their tails curiously.

Each of them is a pretty, uniquely coloured and feathered specimen of their rare species. There's a dark-feathered one with striped orange and black muzzle, a bright white underside, and a tall, proud crest down the back of her head. Then there's a darker one, striped all over, imposing but with a surprisingly bright look in her eyes. It's the less fluffy, spike-crested one that seems the most dangerous at a glance, that light brown raptor with a fearsome look in her eyes already. Not that she's any less attractive for it.

She can't let herself be distracted. They might be rather pleasant to look at, but each of them is deadly on their own, towering over her, equipped with numerous deadly claws and fangs. Once she gets close enough, there's no more outrunning them. They're faster and more agile than her, hunters perfected, and she only remains unharmed for as long as they choose to leave her be. The words from the first of the three don't paint the best first impression.

"Ah. An [i]adventurer[/i], is it?" the lighter one hisses with a certain disdain.

"Looks like it! I don't think she's a threat, Ciara," the dark-feathered one reassures.

"Indeed. Why would she walk right at a pack of raptors if she meant us any harm?" the bright-muzzled one concurs. "Greetings, cat. I'm Pacy, this is Ciara and Sabryne. What do you want from us?"

Mahiri already feels foolish before she opens her mouth, but she's come this far. She's going to have to commit to her dangerous choice.

"Mahiri," she says with a short bow of her head. "I'm not familiar with this area, but if you can serve as guides, then I can offer my expertise along the way. Need a lock picked? A treasure identified? I will earn my place."

"Hmm," Pacy ponders. "Unusual, but we do enjoy the company at times. As long as you do not give us any trouble, we shall accept. For now."

It's a tentative partnership, but that's the best she's going to get. Travelling with the raptor pack ensures Mahiri is very much safe from outside threats, at least. Nothing even seems bold enough to attack them, allowing Mahiri to make herself useful locating hidden treasures in the various ruins and dungeons they come across in their travels. It's not long before they're hauling an impressive chest of loot along with them, the raptors taking turns carrying it on their backs as they march. As far as unusual partnerships go, Mahiri considers this a success.

It's when the journey is winding down and she finds herself sitting around the fire with the three dangerous dinosaurs that Mahiri starts to consider her standing in the party, or the pack perhaps. They've gone far together, gathered plenty of valuables, and when it comes time to split the take, no doubt the outsider is the first member they'd consider eliminating. She recognizes those looks they've been giving her in passing, those lingering glares when they think she isn't watching. They're going to eat her any day now.

Pacy has wandered off to scout in the night, which means there are only two murderous death machines left for Mahiri to deal with. They might look like sound sleepers, but she knows that the slightest noise is sure to wake them. If she gets caught messing around, no doubt they'll pounce. Especially Ciara. That raptoress has been outright licking her lips at the cat. Mahiri might not always catch it, but she can [i]sense[/i] it. Sabryne might be nice enough to hear Mahiri's excuses, but the brash dino isn't likely to wait for an explanation before she starts chomping.

The safest bet is to simply get out of there as quietly as possible and hope to never see them again. With all the treasure she can safely conceal on her person, of course. She'll have to ensure she eludes the other raptor out there in the dark, of course. It'll be difficult to explain what she's doing if Pacy happens to catch her. She'll be testing her stealth against a creature with even keener night senses than her, but she can think of only one alternative.

If the dinosaurs are planning to devour her as soon as they no longer value her company, then she'll just have to eat them first. Such a prospect might seem ridiculous to fathom, but not with the help of a little tonic. It might be easier to slip them some poison, but there's no guarantee it'll be effective on them - or that it'll work fast enough to keep them from tearing to shreds first. No, if she can creep over and sprinkle a few drops of that useful potion onto those sleeping dinos' tongues, then she can be rid of two of them without a trace. The only question is whether she can get over there without making a sound.

Alternatively, there is another way of getting them to drink it that doesn't involve sneaking around. From the smell of it, it's oddly delicious, no doubt as a means to attract would-be victims into trying it. With just one sniff of the uncorked bottle, she finds herself briefly tempted to chug it down herself. No doubt those ravenous raptors will be equally enticed, if she applies it to something for them to lick. The only problem is - the ground certainly won't do. Her armour naturally repels fluids and other magics. If she's going to properly entice them, she's going to have to apply it to something they want to lick. Like her tits. The reasons that might be a bad idea are many, and yet it just might work.

What should she do?

[Silently sneak off with all the treasure she can carry.]

[Slip the sleeping raptors some shrinking serum]

[Apply the shrinking serum to her own fur,]

[b]Ending 1[/b]

[Continues from Sneak off]

Properly administering a dose of that potion would mean somehow managing to sneak up on not one but two sleeping raptors without disturbing their extremely keen senses. One noise, even one single suspicious breath out of place, and they would catch her. Maybe Sabryne might forgive her, but she's pretty sure Ciara has been looking for the slightest excuse to devour her on the spot. Her more merciful packmate wouldn't be able to save her.

The other idea doesn't sound good to her either, for obvious reasons. It's much better that she just lay low, and slip out of that camp as quietly as possible once she's sure the other raptors are sleeping. As quietly as she can with her bags all packed with various treasures looted throughout their journeys together, anyway. It clinks ever so slightly, making her cast a quick glance to the snoozing dinos, but they don't stir. She's safe, for now. There's still another one of them stalking out there somewhere to contend with, but hopefully Pacy's too busy hunting or scouting out their next location to worry about the thief among them.

The bright moonlight does her no favours. For eyes like hers and the raptor's, it's practically day. She's just going to have to stay low, stay quiet, and hope the black of her armour helps her blend in with the night. Over the hills she goes, breaking line of sight with that camp, creeping back towards the swamp they passed earlier. She's starting to feel pretty good about her chances, right up to the point someone speaks in a warm, breathy voice, somewhere directly over her shoulder.

"Going somewhere?"

She knows who it is. Pacy's voice freezes her in place. She neither whirls around to confront the sneaky raptoress, nor does she try to explain herself just yet. Instead, she stands there, partly awaiting some sort of fatal blow. For all her stealth, all her honed senses, Mahiri still couldn't detect that dinosaur until she chose to reveal herself. Just to get into whispering range with the leopard's ear, Pacy has to lean her head down in a significant way. That big raptor has size and speed on Mahiri, not to mention even sharper claws and teeth.

That she hasn't outright attacked yet is perhaps a good sign. Though Mahiri isn't sure she likes the way the raptor starts sniffing along her neck, and then into her hair. Pacy finishes off that examination with a slight lick. Not what the cat expected, but startling all the same. Mahiri ever so slowly turns to face the dinosaur, moving as cautiously as she can. No sudden movements. She knows her life balances on the whims of a huge, vicious raptoress.

"Well, you caught me," she admits. There's no sense lying. "I was getting the feeling you were about to do away with me, and so I left with my share of the payment."

"That seems fair," Pacy surprisingly agrees. "It's not as if you're sneaking off with the entire chest. Consider our debts settled."

That the raptoress would be so reasonable about, arguably, stealing from her is a touch suspicious. Though Pacy has always seemed like the most intelligent of the party. Surely she knows there's no sense having someone stick around when she doesn't trust her travelling companions anymore. Yet there's still something in her orange-eyed glare, reflecting in the glimmer of the moonlight, that still has Mahiri on her guard. The raptor continues on.

"I was hoping I might get some time alone with you, anyway," she speaks in a lower, sultry voice, teeth glinting with her suddenly seductive smile.

Mahiri arches a brow. A huge, fearsome raptor finds her attractive? There's something flattering about that. As for the gaze fixated upon her, now that's just sexy. Pacy's features are plenty animated for a beast, and her voice hits just the right tone to make the leopard start to purr. It's not an intentional reaction, but she doesn't try to stop it either. Especially not when the raptor leans in and rubs her cheek up against the feline's own with a pleasant scritchy noise of scales on fur.

"Oh. I see," Mahiri softly rumbles. "I didn't know you saw me like that. Lonely in the pack, is it?"

"It's nothing like that." Pacy swishes her tail slowly from side to side as she nuzzles at the leopard, eventually giving her another long, wet lick from her neck all the way up through her hair. "It's not desperation that fuels my lust. I've wanted you from the moment I saw you. All to myself. A prime, virile leopard like you can take care of all my needs. I'm sure of it."

Mahiri lets on a small smile at this turn of events. The lust dripping from Pacy's every word is genuine. It's enough to get her tenting, get her filling out the bulge in her armour while that swishing tail catches her eye. Pacy eventually swirls herself around the leopardess as if coiling her like a serpent, rubbing her body against the cat's face until she can curl and stroke that swaying tail along her lips. Moving slowly, smoothly, she savours every touch, every sensation. It's far less violent than Mahiri imagined raptor sex might be. So far, at least.

"That's it, cat. You know what I need from you. Don't hold back."

That's what Pacy tells her while she turns those haunches towards Mahiri, tossing her long tail over the cat's shoulder. From there, Mahiri can easily see the juices of the raptor's desire glistening upon her exposed pussy. She breathes deeply of those unique, exotic pheromones. There's always something so delicious about a horny reptile. Those scales wear a scent so well. She knows the dinosaur is only going to taste even better. Just how many opportunities in life is she going to get to perform cunnilingus on a raptoress?

Such challenges are exactly the moment for her to step up and show the full extent of her talents. A tantalizing application of her tongue to that juicy slit nestled below the raptor's lifted tail gets a hiss of pleasure on contact. Pacy makes such interesting sounds while she gets her pussy slurped by that deliciously tingly tongue, slathered up and slick with the saliva that flows freely the more Mahiri delves into that deliciously exotic dinosaur flavour.

The leopard rumbles while she applies thorough slathers and slurps, digging in a little deeper to part those folds a little wider with each prod and drag. Her reward is the steady trickle of juices pouring into mouth, dribbling down her chin, streaking across her dark armour as a constant statement to just how good she is at this. If Pacy's moans aren't enough.

The raptoress gives the occasional screech, the occasional trill, and a steady sound something like a hissing snort while that leopard just slurps deeper and deeper. Penetrating that slit, Mahiri shoves her muzzle right up against it, smooching while she plunges her tongue inside to curl and drag out every last remnant of the taste she's come to love already.

Pacy rocks and grinds back against the cat's face, but she's mostly rolling with the rhythm of the cunning rogue eating her out. All that nervousness, all that distrust of the raptor pack Mahiri has been feeling hasn't been the only thoughts she's had about those lovely dinosaurs. All that repressed lust she's had for them is coming out at once.

She's achingly hard after just a few minutes slobbering over the succulent feast beneath the raptor's tail. Pulling back with stands of feminine juices clinging to her fur, she pops away from that pussy so she can properly strip herself down. Her armour might be complex with its many layers and straps, but she knows all the right places to pull and loosen when she needs to get naked in an emergency. This certainly counts as one. A few good tugs and those leathers drop to the floor, revealing the full, girthy shaft of that solid black leopard cock, throbbing away for the raptoress who desires her.

"Fuck me, Mahiri," comes Pacy's sultry snarl. It's less a threat, or a command, and more a sensual invitation to let all those pent up urges out at once.

She swings her backside back and forth along with her tail, waving it just over the cat's head. Lowering her haunches down a little more, she squats towards that cock and grinds up against it with a long, luxuriant roll of her hips. That's when the leopard gives a sudden horny growl, seizing the dino, clutching tightly, possessively even. Pacy gives a pleased, breathy moan at that. She hardly sounds like the frightening dinosaur she is for a moment, but instead like a soft, feminine beauty. Mahiri certainly wouldn't argue if she were to call herself one.

Glossing up against those drenched scales, Mahiri gets her shaft slick in the juices of Pacy's need before finding her spot right between those glistening folds. She might be significantly smaller than the raptoress, but when she pushes forth into those twitching, heated depths, she finds Pacy perfectly tight around her buried inches. Deeper and deeper she goes, bottoming out with a solid thud of her juicy balls, holding herself there a while. The raptoress keeps the pleasure flowing with a series of pumps, squeezes, clenches down on every inch shoved up inside of her soaking depths. Seems like she felt the same about the rogue all along.

The first slow, blissful pull out comes accompanied by a truly excessive squelch of juices squishing and squirting out of the raptoress until Mahiri's only got the very tip of her uncut cock inside. From there, she plunges forward with a little growl of her own. That big cat voice can keep up with a dinosaur just fine. Pacy shakes with the impact of those balls plapping up against her pussy again, rocking, rolling, grinding to the cat's crotch while she clenches down. Aside from that though, she goes along with Mahiri's rhythm, letting the leopardess guide the way, soaking in all the pleasure that feline can provide.

Mahiri knows she doesn't have to be gentle with the dinosaur. She [i]shouldn't[/i] be. Pacy surely isn't going to be patient while the cat works her way up to a steady pace. No, instead Mahiri casts aside all notions of elegance and precision and instead pours herself into ramming that raptor as hard as she can. Pacy simply digs her toeclaws into the dirt, bracing herself for the rutting to come. The slick thud of leopard nuts smacking to raptor haunches rings out through the night, but no thing disturbs them amidst their sloppy rut. Nothing dares.

Pacy slowly curls her tail around the leopard while the cat fucks her with all the strength in that nimble body. Mahiri clutches and claws while she fucks, and the raptor just presses back at her closer and closer, grinding while she clenches down on that plunging cock. The mess they make of each other shines brightly beneath the moonlight, bodies steaming with just how much heat they're working up in the midst of their snarly mating. With her arms hugging around the base of that long tail, her teeth flashing, her hips working so hard they're a blur of naked rosettes, Mahiri lets the snarl of climax rise in her throat. Pacy responds in kind.

The raptoress just gets tighter and tighter, clamping down as if to milk Mahiri in an instead. She hisses, she screeches, she even seems to scream while the leopard fucks her until the cat's nuts are a little numb from all the slapping and smacking on those slick scales. That doesn't stop Mahiri from going over the edge thunderously. She can't hold down those sounds while she's feeling so damn good. Her legs briefly buckle, but she manages to hold on tight to that wiggly raptor tail while she bottoms out and blows her load inside that ultra-squeezy dino pussy while Pacy cries out with a gushing peak at the very same moment.

Together they squirt and splatter each other, quivering, grinding, smashing their bodies together in an inelegant orgasm that leaves the two of them drenched in each other's juices. Mahiri cums and keeps cumming, draining her plump balls inside the raptoress, while Pacy simply sways and shudders her way back down from the height of ecstasy that cat cock helped her achieve. Only when the two of them have no more to give do they finally settle with some steamy sighs. Mahiri remains inside the dinosaur a little longer, giving a few last deep thumps just to make sure she milks out every drop she can give.

Only then down she let her shaft slowly slurp from that absolutely splattered, stuffed pussy. Pacy is left dripping in the aftermath of the leopard's loving, still standing with her tail lifted high, seemingly enjoying the feeling of having cum dripping out of her for a little longer. Mahiri stumbles back, pants, and then just settles into some content purring. That went a lot better than she ever could have hoped it could. Though she's not about to drop her guard just yet, and for good reason. It doesn't take long for the dino to whip herself around at alarming speed, a flash of feisty, fearsome energy in her orange eyes.

Fortunately for the cat, there's nothing deadly about Pacy's intent. The raptor simply pounces forth, playfully pinning the feline down to the soft ground with a solid thud. She's gentle about it. Mahiri can tell as much, given she's still in one piece. She's seen how hard that raptor can pounce. That doesn't change the fact that she's utterly pinned beneath the big dinosaur. Pacy lays herself over the leopardess for a time, before rising up and giving a deep, intense stare along with a single word delivered with a bit of drool dripping through her clenched, shiny teeth.

"[i]More[/i]."

Good thing she's got a cat for a partner. Mahiri might have left that pussy creamed and splattered with how much cum she put out, but in the time between pulling out and getting knocked down, she's managed to get hard again. That scent is still in her mind, that taste still on her tongue. She wants more just as much as the raptoress. This time, it's Pacy's turn to set the pace, nestling herself down with her feet planted on either side of Mahiri's hips. Then there comes the arch, the grind, the slip-slop of her rubbing her slit against that firmed up shaft again. She's not waiting any longer for the leopard to be ready.

A sweet, slurping plunge of dino pussy down on that glossy shaft envelopes Mahiri's dick fully in raptoress once more. Excess cum and other juices leftover from their last finish moments ago ends up squirting out while she buries the leopard inside her once more. The weight that comes down on Mahiri's hips is a bit much, but she manages. All she has to do now is cling to the dinosaur on her cock and maybe add some rumbles and moans now and then to the slick, sloppy sounds of a second round with that raptor cunt bouncing up and down on her.

Once Pacy really gets going, Mahiri finds herself occasionally biting her lip or grunting at the impact of that slit coming down on her. The raptor is being relatively careful, but now and then it hurts a little. A few bruises will be worth it. At least those claws remain safely embedded in the dirt on either side of Mahiri's shoulders. Pacy growls, trills, chirps, even gives some truly piercing screeches while she ruts herself down on that dick harder and faster, bringing the steady rhythm of [i]sqllching[/i] thrusting driving every single inch of Mahiri's shaft inside her.

The leopard does her best to grind back, but it's truly Pacy's show this time. She's getting pounded, drained, utterly hammered by that bulky dino, but she doesn't voice a word of complaint. Of course, she can't say much at all amidst the various yowls and snarls that escape from her, a blend of fierce and slightly shaken feline noises. She does her best to roll along with it, but that tight, cock-hugging pussy gets her nuts tensing up again, pulling towards her body with the urge to cream that pussy full for a second time already.

Pacy doesn't seem to mind the rush. Mahiri can feel her twitching, trembling inside. Another climax is building, and it rumbles up from within each of their throats until they can't help but roar together. The bellowing of the leopard and the scream of the climaxing raptoress mix well together, announcing their courtship through the night. Maybe they'll wake the other raptors way back at the camp. It doesn't matter anymore. An arch of her back, a flash of her fans, and Mahiri lets those nuts pump and churn to work out another fat load for that hungry raptor slit.

Another squirt, another outright gush of raptor juices go along with Mahiri's thick cumshot inside that squeezing slit. They shake and rumble together until all is drained, until those nuts are clenching with nothing more coming out of that black cock sheathed inside the raptoress. Pacy finally relents when the two of them are panting, dripping, and practically glowing with pleasure. She slowly leans in to speak while she lifts her haunches from the leopard's cock.

"You're even better than I thought. I hope you'll taste just as good as you fuck," Pacy softly hisses, just above a whisper.

Mahiri has just enough time for her eyes to go wide at those words. The haze of afterglow clouds her mind too much for her to react in time. Pacy offers no further warning before she strikes. This time, it's not the gentle, playful side of her that so successfully seduced her prey. At the moment Mahiri is most vulnerable, when she's naked and satisfied, completely unable to defend herself, the raptor reveals her true intentions. A lunge of those fangs straight towards her face ends in the cat engulfed in darkness. The raptor is very precise about her bites.

Those teeth serve only to frame the cat's shoulders as she gets her head stuffed into the raptor's jaws. Pacy doesn't chomp or tear at her meal. Instead, she simply stuffs and forces the cat deeper towards her open gullet, slathering her in slimy drool as she gets that taste mashed into her palate. It's only then that Mahiri manages to start struggling, to start fighting that dinosaur that's trying to swallow her whole. It's a dangerous prospect to wriggle too close to those teeth, but fear and instinct don't care about that.

Nothing she does keeps her from getting wrenched up from the dirt and flailed through the air. She feels as if she briefly leaves the raptor's mouth for a few moments as Pacy whips her head back, tossing her prey up and catching her again with a triumphant chomp. This one digs into Mahiri's tits a little, bringing a muffled whimper from her as she gets forced into that gullet once more. Pacy's gulping muscles work her head, silencing any cries for help. The only people within earshot are just two more raptors anyway. If anything, they'd just want a piece for themselves.

Naked and soaked in the juices of sex, Mahiri goes flailing and kicking down to become a bulge in Pacy's gullet. Deep, gripping swallows drag her inwards, squeezing some of the breath out of her lungs. It doesn't take long for those teeth to skim down the leopard's spine and belly alike, clamping around her waist for a brief gnaw. Despite how sharp they are, Pacy never draws blood with them. At first, she pulls out a little of that golden fur while she guzzles down her meal completely whole and wriggling. From what Mahiri has seen, that's how she likes them.

A pair of spotty legs frantically kick where they protrude from the raptor's jaws, sticking straight up towards the distant sky. Gravity is not on Mahiri's side. She plunges into the embrace of the dino's peristalsis, getting an unwelcome massage from all sides. Slurping, slathering, sliding down towards Pacy's stomach, she manages a deep cry that resonates out through the raptoress who's eating her. To no avail, of course. There's nothing that's going to stop her from swaying in the gut of the hungry dino nibbling down along her thighs, working towards those wriggling paws.

With one more teasing slurp across those toes and pads, Pacy packs away her meal with an extended slurp. It's just as sultry as ever, accompanied by a moan that rolls through her whole form, leaving her rocking back and forth with the pleasure she's experiencing. She lashes her tail and beats it against the ground, getting just as wet while she lines Mahiri's legs up for the final, definitive gulp. One good, [i]glurking[/i] swallow is all it takes to finish off her meal, turning that rogue into a sagging bulge in the raptor's belly, bouncing and swaying back and forth with the impact.

"Much - [i]urp[/i] - better, Mahiri," Pacy simply says. "You can't possibly have imagined I was just going to let you walk away like that. I appreciated the sex, at least."

"[i]Hmmm[/i] - wai - [i]mmmf![/i]" Mahiri cries, but she can't even beg properly when she's already being curled up and slightly crushed by the potent power of the raptor's stomach squeezing in all around her.

"Just be glad I got you first. This is as gentle as you're going to get from us," the raptoress further explains, slowly padding back towards the camp with her prey jostling beneath her all the way.

When she arrives, the other raptors are still very much asleep. For all her struggling and complaining bordering on panicking she's doing, Mahiri's not going to wake anyone up. The sound of Pacy's churning gut is already starting to drown out those cries, and digestion's barely begun. The dinosaur gives a long, jaw-stretching yawn while she slowly circles the camp a few more times, finding the perfect spot to stretch out and then curl up, cradling her gut as she listens to it [i]glorping[/i] all throughout the night. There's no better lullaby than the slow but constant churning of a living, squirming meal inside her.

As the hours pass and the sun slowly rises over the distant horizon of those untamed lands, Pacy's belly softens and shrinks. A steady symphony of digestive noise rings out through the makeshift camp. The raptoress grows thicker, softer in certain places, but she's just as nimble and deadly as ever. As for the cat herself, her panicked struggles don't last much longer after the initial swallow. There's not much air in there, not to mention all the deadly acids. From fighting, to squirming, to merely twitching, she completes her conversion into a raptor's meat by the end of the first thirty minutes or so. A little seduction from the dinosaur was all it took to make her drop her guard. But Pacy probably could have had her anytime she liked anyway.

By the time the morning rolls around and the dew settles on the grass, the well-fed raptoress awakens from her pleasantly deep digestive slumber with a great, jaw-stretching yawn. There's still a faint hint of the leopard's flavour on her tongue. She smacks her lips a few times and glances around at the campsite. The other raptors are already up, pacing about. Ciara is glaring at her with an impatience, slightly irked expression.

"What can I do for you, Ciara?" Pacy sleepily asks.

"Going to sleep the day away?" comes Ciara's grumbly reply.

"What's the matter? You're not jealous are you? Something tells me you wanted that cat, the way you were always eyeing her."

"I [i]wanted[/i] her," Ciara sternly emphasizes, but then gives something of a shrug. "Next time."

Pacy just gives a nod as she rises to her feet once more, feeling the extra heft on her belly, haunches, and thighs giving a slight jiggle as she moves. She certainly doesn't look fat. It's just some trophy weight, and it feels good rubbing and squishing her thickened thighs together as she walks. A raptor like her can eat a whole person a day without packing on many pounds.

"Time to pack up and move on. I will be with you girls shortly."

Ciara doesn't ask for an explanation. She knows what comes next.

[I get the idea. Go back to start.]

[Keep going.]

Strolling merrily from the campsite once more, this time Pacy isn't scouting. She already has a nice spot by a stream picked out for the leopard now that her prey is all digested and used up. The sun finishes its ascent by the time she gets there, painting the scent in a pleasant, mild glow. It's quite picturesque in contrast to the crude thing that's about to happen.

It's only taken one night for Pacy to work the leopardess entirely through her digestive system. She's a highly efficient predator. Everything she could possibly use is already distributed through her system. The leopardess is essentially part of her now. Yet there's still more she doesn't need, a sizable amount of stripped down, solid, heavy waste. She's going to need to take some time to fully shit Mahiri out under the morning sun.

A slight hiss and a huff escapes her as she plants her feet and crouches down, lifting her tail high. This time, it's not for any sort of seductive purposes. She starts to push, and the thick, dark remains of what was once a pretty cat starts sliding out to plummet to the dirt below. It's definitely her. The little bits of ruined bone could be anyone Pacy's eaten recently, but those clumps of ruined fur or those great, long strands of red hair embedded in the mess say as much. Somehow those locks that survived the journey through the dinosaur's intestines still retain their colour. Pacy sighs, occasionally grunts, and allows herself to enjoy that dirty indulgence. There's always a bit of shameful pleasure that comes with returning someone to the soil. Even more when it was a former party member.

A mountain of former Mahiri piles up behind Pacy after several minutes go by. That foolish rogue had to know it was going to end up this way at some point after journeying with those deadly raptors for so long. And she sought to steal from them, thinking she could ever get away with it? They would have hunted her down to the ends of the world. That won't be necessary now. The thief known as Mahiri is steaming under the sun, squeezed out of a raptor's asshole to be left behind and forgotten, like so many other meals before her.

All it takes to get that hollowed skull out from inside her is a little extra pushing. It's largely intact as it plops down to the pile, but such grisly trophies are of no interest to the raptoress. Pacy finishes by pissing on the mound, getting all those excess fluids the cat gave her out of her system. Then that's it. One adventurer, a part of the big dinosaur who devoured her, all because she had the stupid idea of sneaking off in the night. Of course, she probably would have ended up devoured if she chose to stay and trust them too. It was always going to end this way for Mahiri. Her fate was decided the moment she approached the pack.

[b]GAME OVER[/b]

[b]Ending 2[/b]

[Continues from Slip some serum]

All it takes is one little slip, one little shift in the terrain beneath her feet, and one of the raptors opens her eyes. That it's Ciara makes things even more concerning. It's enough to startle the leopardess. Her little gasp rouses Sabryne, and just like that, she has two dinosaurs looking directly at her, wondering what she's doing with that suspicious pink bottle. She can't help but look right down at it, which only draws further attention to it.

"What are you up to, Mahiri?" comes Sabryne's playful tone.

She's perhaps trusting enough not to immediately realize what the cat is doing, but Ciara isn't. That nastier raptor narrows her eyes, flashes a snarl, and then issues a single, stern command to the sneaky feline.

"Drink it."

Mahiri recoils from that, swiftly considering her options. Can she run? Can she fight? Certainly not. The only choice is to try to negotiate with that fuming dinosaur who looks like she's moments away from pouncing.

"This? This isn't -" she begins, but gets cut off by a fiercely thunderous noise.

"One more chance. Drink it, or get eviscerated," Ciara snarls.

Sabryne offers a grin of her own, now that she's caught up to it all. If it's harmless, then you'll be unharmed, won't you?"

One more glance between the bottle and the angry raptors. Or one angry one, at least. Sabryne looks more sly and mischievous, but she's likely every bit as dangerous. Mahiri's underestimated her before, and she's seen how vicious she can be when pressed. There's simply no choice. She's going to have to shrink herself, and just hope they have nothing more in mind while it wears off. Which is in several hours. Popping the cork with her thumb, she knocks back that slightly sweet substance in front of them.

"Every drop," Ciara insists.

The effects are all but instantaneous. They don't even see her shrinking down. To them, it probably looks like she just vanishes, leaving her armour and clothing behind. The truth of it is she's dropped down to the size of a figurine, tumbling about and struggling beneath the weight of all her garments.

"Oh! Did she teleport?" Sabryne exclaims.

Ciara sniffs the air a few times, then shakes her head. Her snarl "No. Go dig her out of that armour. Then we can have some fun. "

"Ooooh ..."

Sabryne coos as she walks forth to dip her muzzle down into those fallen leathers. Mahiri feels her snuffling around in there, trying to avoid that big dinosaur, but it's no use. The raptor swiftly finds her, giving a pleased little chirp. Reaching out with one of those forelegs - or arms, Mahiri never has been sure what to call them - she snatches up the cat and clutches her tightly as she hefts her into the air. There's nothing for the leopard to do but cling on tightly as the ground rapidly gets farther and farther away,

"Hi," Sabryne simply says once she has the cat right in front of her face. A little puff of warm breath over the shrunken, naked cat leaves Mahiri flinching.

"So many things we can do to you like this," Ciara darkly teases, stepping close to share in breathing over the captive feline. "Just what were you planning? What were you going to do with a pair of tiny raptors?"

Mahiri decides silence is the best answer. For the most part, she thought she'd simply leave them like that. It would have been plenty of time to make a solid headstart and throw them off her trail. But when she sees the bloodlust in Ciara's eyes, she realizes perhaps even that was foolish. To think they'd never find her again after such a wrong would be naive. Even Sabryne isn't without a certain grimness to the way she lustfully stares at the shrunken leopard. Mahiri is starting to feel less and less likely to survive the whims of the two raptors.

There are no further words between them for now. Instead, the raptors merely exchange looks. That's enough to communicate what's coming next without giving the leopard any sort of warning. She finds out soon enough. Ciara slowly turns her tail around, swishing it across Sabryne's cheek, then lifts it high. Mahiri can already feel the warmth of her arousal, catching the pheromones being broadcast over the night wind. It only gets more intense as Sabyrbe brings the cat closer and closer to those silken folds, all the way to the point of plunging her in feet first.

Swiftly buried up to her waist in slick, warm raptor pussy, Mahiri feels her fur getting drenched and saturated with those lusty juices. They only get thicker the longer she's there. Ciara gives a trill and a cry of pleasure as she clenches down hard on her new toy. Mahiri's just glad all that pressure is merely around her legs, not her lungs or head. Those remain free and protruding from Ciara's cunt for a little longer, but it's not going to last. Sabryne wants a piece of that shrunken cat too.

Turning tail towards her, the dark raptoress backs herself up and grinds that wet sex right against Mahiri's face. The leopard can do little more than sputter and struggle. Soon she finds her arms pinned at her sides by the clamping grip of those folds slipping over her head and shoulders. From there, she has little left but wriggling. That just brings the raptors even more pleasure. They hiss and trill while their sexes quiver around their new double-ended dildo. A slow [i]schlick[/i] back and forth is a start, but something tells Mahiri they're not going to restrain themselves for her sake.

That gradual grind proves more and more intense the longer they plunge back and forth, driving the cat into each other without either of them ever quite winning over. They smack their haunches together in the process of fucking themselves with the entire cat at once. Mahiri just has to focus her efforts on not drowning in all those excess horny juices. Or being crushed by one errant thrust. She's drenched, absolutely saturated in the immensely potent scent of horny dinosaurs. Maybe she's even a little turned on herself from the total immersion in pheromones. Getting dosed up on those is enough to numb the fear of the situation.

With the way they're squeezing on her while they moan through those squelching, suckling thrusts back and forth, it feels like they're competing to be the one to take her all the way. She inches past the midway point into Ciara, only to inch back into Sabryne from a particularly insistent clench. Back and forth she goes, slipping and sliding on the juices that pour down their scales, or outright squirt from their pussies on a especially firm slap of sex to sex. It's only with time and some especially greedy flexes that she finds herself slurped from one tight raptor sex and fully into another, headfirst. She's not even fully sure whose it is anymore, and the shrill screeches of bliss that come from Sabryne clamping down on her are hardly a hint.

Fully buried in that warmth, hugged from all sides by those slathering walls, she pushes back against them weakly but finds herself easily overpowered. She's exhausted. It's not easy to breathe while she's engulfed in velvety raptor pussy, but at least her grippy stay doesn't last too long. A few moments she's in there, and she feels the plunge of something even wetter curling beneath her trapped body. Ciara stuffs her muzzle right up against Sabryne's sex, shoving her tongue inside to retrieve the leopardess before she's lost completely. The greedy dino isn't about to give up on such a tasty morsel so easily.

That wriggling presence makes Sabryne shudder with pleasure, crying out just on the very cusp of orgasm. Ciara is mostly focused on her task, but she isn't afraid to treat the other dino to some good plunges and strokes, eating her out even deeper than the leopard herself can reach. It all makes those juices flow thicker, hotter, makes those walls quiver in around Mahiri to the point she feels like she might be crushed. Those contractions only get faster and faster, leaving Sabryne digging her claws into the dirt and clenching her teeth, whipping her lifted tail with a [i]snap[/i] in the air.

"Ah! Ciara, I'm ...!"

Just before she can finish, Mahiri gets wetly plucked out from that soaking sex, leaving the black-feathered raptoress snorting and whining her disappointment. She was so very close, and still is, but the other raptor is even greedier than her. Withdrawing with her prize, she leaves

Mahiri flails as she's wetly plucked from that cunt. The cat is balanced solely on Ciara's outstretched tongue with the ground far below. She's almost relieved it doesn't take long for the raptoress to slurp her in and click her teeth shut behind her, dangerously close to her tail.

The new environment is just as wet and humid, though at least it's easier to breathe. Getting puffed by the raptor's slow, steady breath, Mahiri catches the occasional shudder of excitement in that otherwise stable airflow. Something is coming. She's not going to like it. Ciara is fierce and violent even for a raptoress. Mahiri's seen what those teeth can do in their travels together. Being so close to them has her tense enough she can barely move, every muscle taut with anticipation.

"Aww. I was [i]soooo[/i] close," Sabryne fusses.

"I know. But I [i]need[/i] this one," Ciara explains with her mouth full, batting Mahiri aside with her tongue to form the words. "I will make it up to you."

"You better! She felt so good ..."

To demonstrate she meant what she said, Ciara curls her tail around the other raptor, snaking it up along the back of Sabryne's thighs. She soon finds the folds of that puffy sex, and after some fumbling, manages to penetrate. The dark raptoress swiftly cries out, lunging back to take more of it, greedily [i]schlurping[/i] inch after inch inside her tender pussy until she can't possibly take anymore. Ciara hardly even has to do anything, poking and jabbing as best she can while the dark raptoress fucks herself on that tail. That should sate her for now, leaving Ciara to fully focus on the tiny rogue trapped inside her mouth.

"You ready for this, Mahiri? I've been wanting you ever since we met," Ciara hisses around her prey.

The cat knows something bad is coming, but the raptoress takes her time building to it. She sucks on the feline in her maw, swishes her from side to side with her tongue, presses her up against the back of her teeth. Slobber and heat overwhelms the leopard as she struggles and sputters, pushing back against the tongue that repeatedly assaults her. Yet for all her fighting, she swiftly finds herself holding very still when the raptor pushes her dangerously onto a row of those bottom teeth, ever so slowly bringing the top set down around her captive prey.

One bite is probably going to be all it takes. Ciara nibbles softly for a time, simply pressing her fangs against the leopard's skin, testing her resistance. She can tease for as long as she wants. Mahiri's not going anywhere. Even if the cat somehow manages to leap from those jaws, she's got a dangerous plunge ahead of her. That potion doesn't wear off for hours, either. She's just going to have to hold on, and hope the cruel raptoress decides teasing her is more fun than actually harming her. That doesn't seem likely.

[Keep going.]

[I've seen enough. Go back to start.]

For all the teasing, all the building to the big bite, Mahiri still doesn't see it coming. Ciara gives no warning whatsoever, simply opening her maw wide, then snapping it shut like a crocodile to lance those deadly teeth directly into the soft flesh of her prey. There's a messy [i]squelch[/i] followed by a terrible crunch as those powerful jaws easily shatter bone and flesh alike. A squirt of red jets from between Ciara's teeth. It's most definitely a fatal blow - but not immediately. The leopard is still wriggling in her mouth despite all the punctures and broken bones alike.

She can't scream. There isn't enough left in her lungs for that. Instead, she manages little more than some choking and gurgling while she slowly bleeds out in the raptor's mouth. Ciara holds her there for a while, softly gulping down all that blood. The pain hasn't set in yet. Maybe there isn't enough of her left to even feel pain. She's mangled, maimed, and twisted in all sorts of terrible ways that ensure she's never going to be the same. Yet Ciara is content to simply lick at the gnawed cat in her teeth for a while, before she finally has some shred of mercy and continues the chomping process.

This time she doesn't pause after the next big bite. A great crash of teeth down on Mahiri's body produces another series of gory crackles and snaps, squirting crimson down Ciara's chin. The raptor wrenches her fangs from that ruined flesh with a [i]schlurk[/i] and gnashes down on the cat again, and again, and again. From gasping and faintly gurgling to silenced by a single, decisive [i]CRNNCH[/i], the cat is soon reduced to mashed up, twitching meat. She's all but bitten in two, with her ribs shattered and her spine severed as all the life drains from what remains of her once-elegant body as it's reduced to mush.

Ciara holds that fatal bite for a while, a wicked, blood-stained smile curling the corners of her mouth. Then she goes right back to ravaging that tasty flesh, smacking and slurping while she chews the leopard up. Bits stick between her teeth and she slurps them out, gulping down some chunks, guzzling fresh blood. The cat didn't last long in her jaws, but nothing ever does. Ciara keeps on loudly munching until there's absolutely nothing recognizable left. That feline rogue is little more than a paste of gore resting in the middle of Ciara's tongue.

The hungry raptoress finally stops savouring her meal, instead tossing her head back to gulp down the rest of that meat in a single long, satisfying [i]ULP[/i]. A slight shape in her gullet swiftly vanishes into her belly below, added to her digestives for a thorough churning to come. There's plenty of evidence of her indulgence clinging to her teeth, staining her whole maw, dripping down her throat and chest while she casually tailfucks the other raptor. Sabryne has barely even noticed what happened to Mahiri, or maybe she just doesn't care.

Plunging that tail suddenly much deeper, Ciara gets a good screech out of Sabryne while she pushes her over the edge. The black-feathered raptor shudders and gnashes her teeth, humping back at the tail inside of her while she cums herself into a shrill, snarly frenzy. Drenching that tail and soaking the grass beneath them, she grinds, squeezes, clenches down and most of all utterly squirts hard until she finally settles back down, quivering away.

"Ohhhh, Ciara ... worth it ..."

The two dinos exchange a grin while they bask in their respective afterglows. Ciara might not have climaxed like Sabryne, but the bloody aftermath of eating some in such gruesome fashion is just as good for her. Maybe better. The only thing left to worry about is what Pacy will think - but she doubts the pack leader will mind. Surely she'll understand that a sneaky cat like Mahiri had to be [i]dealt[/i] with eventually. It was just a matter of who was going to get her.

[b]GAME OVER[/b]

[b]Ending 3[/b]

[Continues from Apply serum to tits]

If this fails, it will mean going out in the most foolish way possible. Yet there she is, stripping down and revealing her bare fur while she turns that bottle upside down above her bare breasts. She's topless and soon slathered in the pink-ish substance. Cupping and kneading her tits deeply helps to work up more of that sweet scent. It's enough to make her lick her lips, but she makes very sure not to get any in her own mouth. Even a few drops is enough.

Soon, she hears sniffing. They're taking the bait. Sabryne slowly raises her head as she wakes, smacking her lips. Mahiri just reclines on her bedroll, awaiting their approach. She tries not to make it too obvious what she's doing. One raptoress on her feet and tapping over, still sniffing away. The motion has roused Ciara as well. Mahiri watches that one with a little more caution. She always has seemed the most mercilessly vicious of the three.

"What's that ..." Sabryne sleepily murmurs, until she's standing directly over the topless leopard. "Ohhh, that smell ..."

She all but moans as she dips in to lick across Mahiri's bosom without so much as a warning. It might seem strange in any other circumstances, but the leopard just rolls with it, even purring a little. Admittedly, that slurping feels pretty good. Though she has to hope Ciara decides to join in before the ruse is exposed. Thankfully, she's soon stalking over jealousy, butting her hips up against Sabryne's own.

"What's that? Save some for me!" she insists, joining in the slurping. Thankfully, with no teeth involved.

The raptors are ravenous for that sweet treat. They keep licking until they've cleaned the cat of it entirely. A disappointed chirp rises from their mouths as they raise their heads back up, but there's no time for them to voice their complaints - or their confusion as to what they were even doing, mindlessly lapping at their travelling companion's breasts. The effects are swift. The magic seizes those deadly creatures with ease, slowly altering them and reshaping them into something much less deadly. It even blunts their claws and teeth in the process - something that would have still been harmful even at their newly shrunken sizes.

"What's happening?" comes Sabryne's tiny voice.

"No!" Ciara simply cries, sounding much less intimidating than usual when she snarls up at their new captor. "Mahiri! I am going to eviscerate you!"

The raptor charges as if to do just that, but succeeds in doing nothing but nibbling at the leopard's armoured ankles. She's utterly harmless at that size - though Mahiri has to consider that she won't be that way forever. It would be easy to slip away from the camp right then, with only one other to contend with somewhere out there in the night, Yet that won't do at all. Who wants to have two deadly dinosaurs swearing revenge upon her for the rest of their lives. Better to deal with them right now.

While it might be on the harsh side, thinking those practical thoughts leaves Mahiri feeling some warmth emanating from her amulet. It approves. That sensation awakens a certain maliciousness in the cat, a feline cruelty that shall delight in toying with her prey. They were surely going to treat her the same way any day now. Instead, she's going to make them her mice, plucking them up in one hand each to stare over their slashing, squirming, angry bodies.

Sabryne is every bit as aggressive as Ciara by now. She might seem more laid-back in everyday life, but come a fight, she's still a raptor. Mahiri ponders just how to deal with her. Those claws aren't going to be a problem anymore. Maybe she can get a little indulgent. Her feline grin just grows broader and broader, flashing her ivory fangs in the moonlight. All those whispers, all those aside glances between the raptors, secretly planning to eat her - and now she gets to turn the tables on them.

It's only a question of who she wants first. Ciara's no doubt the larger threat if she manages to get back to full size. She's already hissing and spitting up at the leopard from way down on the ground. That's why Mahiri decides she should be the one to watch first. Before the raptoress can get away, she steps over and places a boot down atop the shrunken dinosaur, pinning her to the floor but not hurting her. She can do worse, if she wants, but she leaves it at that for now while she bends down to pluck up Sabryne before the dark raptor can flee.

All the while, her amulet is absolutely trembling. It tingles, in a good way. It wants more. It wants her to [i]humiliate[/i] those beasts for daring to conspire against her. It's going to feel so good. Mahiri's eyes outright glow with a certain energy while she clutches the squirming raptoress in both hands. Sabryne lashes out with her claws, or bites at those clasping fingers, but nothing bothers the leopard. The dino's been rendered harmless. Mahiri could easily gulp her down totally unharmed herself, but she's got something even more devious in mind.

It requires freeing a hand to loosen her belt so she can slip out of the rest of her armour. Pulling those tight leathers down to her knees is more a process of peeling them from her spots, but the awkwardness will be worth it. She offers the thrashing raptoress a bit of a grin, then simply brings her around to introduce her to the shapely, soft cheeks of her ass. Ever so slowly, carefully sitting down on the shrunken dino makes for a comfortable seat - not to mention frees her hands to snatch Ciara while she's still stunned at the sight.

Sabryne's feral complaints are soon muffled beneath all that spotty rump. Mahiri presses down a little harder each moment, careful not to crush her prey. She has a better idea for her. Lining the raptoress with her tight ring, she starts to rub and grind against it, smothering the shrunken dinosaur firmly, deeply, then deeper still. Enough pressure and she starts to part that hole around her toy, slowly easing the entire raptoress into her ass, a little at a time. Once she has that tight, greedy, clenching grip around Sabryne's head, she's not letting go.

She doesn't even have to shove her in. The flexing and squeezing does it for her. She slowly devours Sabryne face first into her backside, moaning out loud right in Ciara's face just for emphasis. By then, she hardly even knows what she's doing. She's just following her impulses, doing whatever the quiver of her necklace seems to tell her. It communicates to her in a certain way, but not in words. She knows it approves by the way it radiates pleasure into her very being while she consumes her former party member in the most humiliating of ways.

When she's got the raptor halfway, Mahiri finally reaches back to clutch those kicking legs. It's not to pull Sabryne out. Not all the way, anyway. Out a few inches, and then in, and then out again. Mahiri uses that whole dinosaur as a toy, making herself hard while she plunges the dinosaur deep inside herself, rolling her hips, grinding back. It's all enough to make her yowl and growl alike, projecting the sounds of her pleasure right over Ciara while she flashes her fangs ominously in the occasional feisty grin. The other raptoress is just going to have to squirm there knowing she's next.

One bite could easily do it with Ciara so small, but Mahiri wants to drag it out longer than that. She's never seen the raptoress looking so defeated, nervous even. That fearsome look is gone in favour of something meek, something that reflects on a creature who's already given in. Perhaps if she were herself, Mahiri might feel some pang of sympathy that makes her back down from going all the way. But she's come this far. That wicked side of her [i]wants[/i] this.

With a shove and a thump of her butt down on the ground, she slurps Sabryne inside her right up to the tail. That, she slowly drags away with a series of intensely pleasured flexes. By now, she's throbbing. Her cock stands up tall below where she clutches Ciara, dripping from the sensation of fully tucking the raptoress away inside her body. Sabryne doesn't even make for a bulge in the leopard's belly as she disappears within the ravenous feline. She's trapped there in that cushy rump, left to get kneaded by the flexing walls all around her.

Licking her chops, Mahiri makes sure to grin at Ciara, and she doesn't even get a snarl back. That leaves her free to demonstrate the extent of her abilities. It isn't just her behaviour that isn't quite her usual self. Her body thrives on the power emanating from her necklace. It grants her a brief taste of abilities not normally within her reach. The raptoress inside her is already getting digested, and quickly. It's not going to be long before she's rapidly absorbed into the curvy body of the predatory leopardess.

It all feels so good that Mahiri can't help stroking herself right in front of Ciara, slicking up that jet black spire just so the other raptor can know how much she's enjoying consuming her packmate. She rumbles, she moans, and she pumps at her wet shaft the whole time while she ponders what to do with the other raptor. Meanwhile, the squirming shape that is Sabryne smooths over and softens, getting constricted and squeezed inwards by the constant hungry pressure that absorbs her into those spotty flanks a little more with each pulse.

Shrinking, softening, losing her shape, Sabryne doesn't manage much more of a struggle. She's barely herself anymore, made part of the walls around her, absorbed directly into Mahiri's curves rather than put through the whole digestive process. The leopard isn't fully sure how she's doing it, just that it's [i]working[/i]. She's getting softer, and Sabryne is vanishing down to nothing, squirming her very last, stripped down, taken in, and claimed, until she's simply part of the leopardess who consumed her. Nothing more.

"You're next," Mahiri tells her, just in case that's not already obvious.

She considers stuffing Ciara away using the same method, but she doesn't want to repeat herself. No, she wants something more personal than that, something that will last longer. With how likely it seems that the cruel raptor was planning to eat her, it only seems right that Mahiri's the one to eat her first. She licks her chops again, loudly, wetly, making sure Ciara knows what's coming. As much as that raptor may slash at her hands trying to get away, that potion ensures she can't do any damage to her feline captor.

Slowly parting her dark lips, she offers a thorough visual tour of her glistening maw and sharp fangs before introducing Ciara directly to her tongue. She doesn't bother to speak a single further word of teasing. By now, she's operating on something more like instinct, or impulse. The raptoress scales feel good on her rough tongue as she gives some thorough slurps that scratch along Ciara's hide. Tasty dinosaur, too. Mahiri would say she'll have to keep eating them after this, but she's pretty sure this is one of those experiences that only happens once.

From there, she simply shoves Ciara past her lips and teeth alike to engulf her in the humidity of her slobbery maw. She has to admit she's drooling a whole lot in anticipation of gulping the raptor down. First though, it's important to give a thorough tasting, slathering up those scales from every single angle, absolutely drenching Ciara in drool. It just gets thicker the longer the raptor rests there, squirming on her tongue, uselessly lashing out while her protruding tail thrashes where it sticks out between the leopard's luscious lips.

One teasing swallow takes down nothing more than the excess fluids that come with sampling the dino's flavour, but it still startles Ciara all the same. Mahiri suckles a little longer, batting the raptor around with her tongue, smacking it to her haunches or her back. The real gulp could come at any moment, but she teases it out, lets that vicious predator squirm. Sometimes she even moves the dino between her teeth to give her a nibble or a gnaw, but she doesn't do any real harm.

"It must be terribly embarrassing," Mahiri can't help but murmur with her mouth full. "Being at the mercy of someone you thought was meat. Now you're going to feed her."

She waits just long enough for Ciara to try to say something in response. As soon as she hears those tiny lips part, she tosses her head back and gulps as hard as she can, cutting the dinosaur off before she can get in any last words. Threats, pleas, it doesn't matter. Down she goes into the leopard's gullet, snatched up by the unbreakable grip of her peristalsis. Mahiri knows she could, maybe even should savour this moment of triumph, but she simply can't stop herself from gobbling down her prey as quickly as possible.

One long, deep, satisfying [i]GULP[/i] is all it takes to tuck that raptor away and send her sliding down into the warmth of the big cat's body. She can feel Ciara squirming all the way. Nothing can stop her descent now. Mahiri rolls her body with the force of that satisfying swallow until she feels the dinosaur splash down into her gut. It's already sloshing and churning before the raptor even arrives, greeting her with a series of aggressive [i]glurrns[/i] and grumbles that make her impending fate clear.

It's not how she expected their relationship to end, but with a soft, pleased belch and an open-palmed smack to her raptor-filled gut, Mahiri sighs. She can't complain. Part of her wants to find somewhere to nap and sleep off her meal, no matter how small and insignificant she made the raptoress. Another part wants to find someone to fuck, for how rigid the whole process made her. She can't help but utterly get off on digesting those mean dinosaurs. Would the pleasure be the same if they weren't planning terrible things for her? She almost has to wonder.

No matter. For now, she sits back in the empty camp, rowling as she jerks her cock to the sensation of gurgling over the raptor in her stomach. The juices are as aggressive as they are noisy. They're already hissing louder than the dinosaur she's digesting. Ciara gets melted down a little more each moment she dwells inside the big cat. There's no spitting her out now. The damage is already done. She's sizzling down and smoothing over while the feline massages her middle with her free hand, savagely stroking her shaft with the other.

Precum pours down Mahiri's fingers as she glides up and down her soaked shaft. Ciara's struggles weaken with every noisy [i]glurk[/i] that does along with an inward clench of those belly walls. She's diminishing, weakening, succumbing to the powerful acids and the unusually caustic air. Mahiri's rumbles grow more and more intense the wetter and sloppier the noises from her gut get. Ciara's falling into chyme, fading, gasping her last few breaths. Yet it still takes one more good, especially powerful [i]GLRRK[/i] to finish her off, to messily digest her into nothing more than silent slop for the leopard to absorb.

As the last of the dinosaur's life diminishes inside her loudly rumbling belly, Mahiri's eyes take on an unusual shine. They're greener than ever, gleaming brightly in the night, lighting up the camp with some sort of unusual ethereal energy. She feels [i]incredible[/i]. It's a bliss worth cumming over. She wants this [i]more[/i]. She wants to keep eating, keep adding others to her figure, and keep growing more predatory each day. But for now, she's content to let out a throaty, sawing snarl and shoot a thick rope of leopard cum all over herself.

It splashes over her tits, her belly, even gets her in the open mouth while she suppresses a full-on roar. No need to wake the entire countryside - not to mention the one raptor who remains out there. She soaks herself in spunk to the sensation of fully claiming Ciara inside her belly. There's plenty more digesting still to do, but it's going frightfully fast. Every second that rolls by brings the leopardess a little closer to wearing Ciara on her curves for good.

The glow slowly subsides from Mahiri's eyes, but for their usual nighttime glimmer. She is herself once more, but perhaps more powerful than ever. A disoriented sensation leaves her rubbing the back of her head, trying to wonder how exactly the last chunk of time went down. She remembers how it [i]felt[/i], but not the precise details. All she knows is she feels wonderful, and a little softer than before as she tucks herself back into her armour. With none of the dinosaurs around, it seems she's free to flee from the camp as she originally planned, with as much treasure as she can carry.

Where once she feared running into Pacy during her scouting rounds, all of a sudden she's not worried about that possibility anymore. Something has changed, something deep inside her. There are those out there, in some realm of existence, who will protect her. If anything threatens her now, she'll simply reach for the trinket around her neck. It will know what to do. It will protect her. No matter how far she has to go to stay safe.

[b]Ravages of the elements[/b]

(Continues from Sneak past them)

She makes her way along alone well enough. It's only when she sees the ominous clouds forming that she feels like her journey might need a temporary halt. That is not an ordinary thunderstorm she sees blacking out the sky. Out there, in that cursed place, she knows the ravages of the elements can prove fatal. Fireballs from the sky can fell even giants, and she is but one cat walking out in the open. She needs to find a place to bunker down for the night.

The road branches off towards a gloomy, misty swamp from there. It's one so dense and hostile that she might consider it inhospitable, if not for already knowing someone who lives there. She's had some past dealings with the isolated witch, and they've always gone well. Though dropping in on such an individual is never without its risks, especially uninvited. Still, the place is clearly magically warded by the witch's presence, and she'll be safe from the storm there - if not from the swamp itself.

Otherwise, she can make her own way forward, and just hope she can find shelter before things get really nasty. It's doubtful she'll see anyone else living out so far, so she might have to be content with a cave or other natural structure. Hopefully one that's unoccupied.

What should she do?

[Enter the swamp]

[Look for her own shelter]

[b]Chapter 12[/b]

(Continues from Enter the swamp)

It's not going to be the prettiest march, but Mahiri feels she has better odds with someone she's dealt with before rather than poking her nose into some unknown cave. Devana isn't the safest person to be around, no doubt, but Mahiri's always had better luck with witches than wizards. They tend to have a little less ego. That their choice of dwelling tends to be an isolated swamp shack versus an elaborate, gaudy tower says a lot about them - it's just the getting there that's the tough part.

Even weather-warded gear can't fully protect Mahiri from the elements when they're that heavy. She's starting to feel the water getting through, soaking into her boats as she steps into the muck that marks the edge of the swamp. It's a treacherous journey ahead of her. All manner of beasts lurk in the deep waters around her, to say nothing of the possibility of curses and other wicked spirits looming near the witch's shack. Devana has never been one afraid to dabble in dark things, but she's proven a trustworthy ally - so far.

All the mud and rain is really starting to spoil her mood. The buzzing of insects and the croaking of amphibians ensure a constant cacophony while she [i]gloops[/i] along through the mud. Her leather is damp, as is her gear. That's probably bad for the various powders and poisons she tends to carry with her. They might be useless now for all she knows, something she's sure to find out for sure at the worst possible moment. It all has her grumbling as she strides deeper and deeper into that misty swamp, taking care with her every single step to keep from sinking to the bottom. It's hard to even find solid land before long, leaving her wading and splashing until she finally finds a path of rotted boards.

It's going to have to do. It winds back and forth through thorny trees, creaking ominously underfoot. That water's so murky, Mahiri has no idea how far it goes down. She keeps her head low and tries not to breathe too deeply, lest she inhale the hallucinogenic vapours that tend to waft around that place. The darkness that clings to that place means that even imagined threats can do real harm, or so she's been warned. It's all making her feel a little lightheaded, until she finally finds herself standing before the elevated island that is the croc-witch's home. It's more of a cottage than a shack, she has to admit.

That weathered but sturdy dwelling in the middle of that inhospitable land looks almost strange in contrast to the gloomy surroundings. It's quaint and tidy on the outside, with several large, carved chairs on the front porch just in case the witch has visitors. They're too big for Mahiri to get into without climbing. A waterwheel slowly turns on one side, producing a faint splashing to go with the chirping and chattering of swamp creatures. Mahiri's drenched, coated in perspiration, bathing in the humidity of the place. For her, it might as well be a mansion at this point.

Stumbling to the front door, she feels ready to collapse. Her feet are sore from trudging through all the muck, and there's water in her muddy boots. She's a mess, really. When she approaches the door and moves to knock, it swings open before she can manage. There's the croc herself, standing tall and wide, presenting her bulky self in all its glittering glory. That crooked smile is a welcome sight after the strenuous journey.

Mahiri has to admit, Devana is her type. Well, a type among many types she happens to have. Thickly set, intimidatingly tall, and in possession of a bust only rivalled by a pair of exceptionally shapely thighs, that croc is a welcome sight after such a journey. All the magic has made the plump crocodile even prettier than she already is, too. Her dark hide is marked with twisting, skink-like patterns of bright colours that give her the illusion of being poisonous, and her black dress leaves plenty of her bare scales on display. Most notable is that bright blue tail that so nicely compliments her continental ass. Standing before her at her doorway, Mahiri looks so very tiny indeed.

"Well then! Mahiri! An unexpected visitor, but a welcome one indeed. What brings you to the swamp?"

Mahiri opens her mouth to explain herself, but the croc swiftly leaps into action, interrupting her as she reaches forth to take the cat by the shoulders.

"What am I saying? Look at you! You're soaked! That won't do at all. Let's get you out of those dirty clothes and into something cozy, why don't we?"

There's really no denying the croc once she's fussing over the cat like a doting aunt. It doesn't take long to get an unintentional purr out of Mahiri as she's swept up by that powerful reptile and drawn into a home that smells of various exotic herbs and ingredients - as well as swampy croc. Not an unpleasant thing to huff at all. Maybe the rogue is already under some sort of spell, but it's one that leaves her all soothed and thankful she chose to come visit her favourite witch.

Devana outright carries the muddy thief across the hall so she can shove that cat into a chair and tug off her dirty outfit one piece at a time. It's all very abrupt, but Mahiri still doesn't protest. It's rather pleasant to get some attention after all the travelling. The croc starts with her boots, but she doesn't stop there. Everything must go. She takes that cloak, the outer layers of armour, and the damp clothing beneath. She won't even let Mahiri keep her underwear. It all gets neatly folded and placed on a hand-crafted table nearby, leaving the cat very much naked in the home of the big crocodile before she can even offer a word of explanation of why she's there.

The witch swiftly departs and then returns with a massive blanket that looks more like an entire tent or canopy. It probably weighs almost as much as the cat herself, thick and divinely soft all over. She vanishes beneath it briefly before Devana helps her to the surface, wrapping her up extra tight and tucking her in as snugly as can be. It's heavy, yet not remotely hot, cooling her to the touch and even making her feel cleaner. That sweaty state diminishes as refreshing magic washes over her, as if she's showering beneath a crisp, pure waterfall. It's enough to soothe her and calm her into a proper rumbling cat while she cuddles up in the armchair and lets the witch's magic cool her down at last.

"A little big for you, I suppose," Devana notes. "Made it for my sweet nephew. He's always so hotheaded. Ah! But you don't even have anything to drink."

Mahiri thinks to refuse any sort of liquid offered by a witch, but her thoughts stray to something else. Nephew? Mahiri does notice a slight trace of masculine warmth clinging to the fabric she's smothered in. She can't help but sniff at it a little. Maybe she can meet him someday. For now, she has to turn her attention back to the witch herself and offer her most sincere gratitude as she accepts a cup of something ice cold. Being anything but utterly grateful might be dangerous.

"Thank you," the rogue finally says after that flurry of introduction winds down.

"Oh you're more than welcome. Though, you catch me a little busy, I'm afraid. Can't leave this spell prepped for too long or the components will start to rot, you know? Rare things, would hate to gather them up again."

Mahiri nods, taking a sip of that unnamed beverage. It's prominently sweet, though that can't fully cover the slight bitterness in the aftertaste. There are no adverse effects, at least.

"I don't need much. I was simply hoping to ask you for directions."

"Directions! There are guides out there who are much easier to reach than myself," Devana chuckles, then visibly ponders. "Though. Now that you're here, perhaps you can help me. I'll make it worth your time, of course."

Mahiri perks up at that. Without even knowing what exactly is on offer, she's already intrigued. The witch carries many powerful trinkets with her, and her word has always proven good. In the past, when she said something would do something, it did exactly that, and did it well. Mahiri is still grateful for the ring of invisibility that got her out of a tight spot some time ago - and the possible consequences for using it have yet to arise. If Devana is willing to pay in something other than gold, then it's worth considering whatever task she might have for her. Of course, she's not about to simply accept any sort of quest without first knowing the reward.

"What do you have for me? And what do you need?"

It's a phrase she's used many times in the past. She doesn't work for free, after all.

"Right to the point as ever!" Devana flashes a big, gleaming, toothy grin. It's slightly terrifying, but not intentionally so. "I have something that I think will definitely interest your adventuring self. Without fail, it shall save you from death, as long as you're sure to wear it as you travel."

"That does sound useful. And how many times does it work?"

"Just the once. But still, better than zero isn't it hon?"

"I suppose it is. I've had my share of close calls. Consider me interested." The rogue gives a nod, the universal gesture of accepting the terms of a quest. Or more a task, in this case, but Mahiri still likes to think of it as one.

"As for the work, it's simple really. I could use help with this casting," the croc begins, which makes Mahiri arch a brow.

"Casting? I'm no sorceress."

"No, nothing like that. Simply having you in the room will make it more likely to succeed. Consider yourself a ... ah, a [i]cat[/i]alyst, I suppose."

The croc chuckles to herself at that. Mahiri is still wary, but she must admit, if the croc wished to harm her, it would be immediately obvious. There's no need for someone of Devana's bulk and power to resort to trickery. Mahiri attempts to rise, but finds herself somewhat pinned by the weight of that blanket. It's even heavier than it feels. Seeing her struggling, the croc reaches down to uncover the naked feline. Mahiri thinks nothing of rising up to stand completely nude before the crocodile. It's not the first time Devana's seen her like that.

"Don't worry about your clothes. You won't need them for this," Devana assures her as she lightly grasps the cat's shoulder, guiding her along.

They soon step into a study or a library of sorts, judging by the many books that line the walls. Maybe it's just a spellcasting room, with all the many questionable components all along the shelves, and the misty scent of something arcane and unknowable. Eerie candlelight flickers in abundance all around, casting shadows upon shadows. In the middle, Devana's already drawn an elaborate magic circle in some sort of purple ink or paint. Mahiri has no idea how to interpret those many symbols. She just makes sure not to step on it as the witch leads her to her seat. There are two cushions around that circle, perfect for the pair to sit across from one another as the room faintly hums as if with an echo of distant voices.

Mahiri examines the circle a little more closely, but finds her vision blurring when she looks for too long. From what she can tell, there are numerous components laid out on each point of the star within the circle. Some seem as mundane as a simple rock, or a branch, along with more magical elements like a vial of something pure black. Those don't interest her much. What does is a particularly shiny jewel-encrusted ring one she spots on a nearby shelf, hidden away with various jars and bottles as if forgotten. The sight of it, and the sizable gem embedded in it sets off her rogue senses a little, but she knows better than to stare at it for too long. When Devana is watching, anyway.

"Take my hands," the witch instructs, reaching out. Mahiri does. "Now close your eyes."

With her eyes closed, Mahiri feels the ambience of the room grow all the thicker. Something faintly rumbles, and it's not her. Then there comes the deep, resonant voice of the witch as she begins reciting some words Mahiri can't even begin to pronounce. Devana lowers her tone to something so guttural it vibrates the very room they're in - and Mahiri's bones too. It admittedly feels rather good. Almost arousingly so, yet the longer the spell goes on, the more the thief can't shake a rising sense of [i]danger[/i] coming from all around her.

Is that whispering she hears? Mahiri more and more feels the presence of someone [i]else[/i] in the room with them, but she doesn't dare turn her head to look. The more the ritual goes on, the more unsettled Mahiri feels. A dawning realization starts creeping up in the back of her mind. Devana was so very nice to her on arriving, as if happy to see her. Perhaps it's not because she enjoys the company, but rather that it means she has a proper [i]sacrifice[/i] for whatever unholy entity she happens to be summoning. The croc has never deceived her before, but Mahiri's instincts are rarely wrong.

The witch's shack begins to outright shake with the power coursing through there before long. Even with her eyes closed, Mahiri can sense just how dark it's grown in there. Something is emerging. Something is rising from the depths the longer Devana speaks her rumbling chant. It might be time to get out of there. Of course, angering the crocodile witch herself might be just as dangerous as letting the spell play out. Perhaps more so.

On the one hand, it might be wise to intentionally disrupt the ritual before she makes a break for it. She wouldn't want a demon on her tail along with an angry crocodile witch. As she recalls, there's a glass vial on one of the points of the magic circle. It would be easy to knock over hard enough to shatter it, which is sure to keep that infernal gate from opening all the way. Or maybe it's better to take a more subtle approach. The witch is caught up in the spell, barely even clasping Mahiri's hands anymore. She could sneak away - and snatch that valuable ring for herself while she's at it. Devana might not even know it's gone, at least not until Mahiri is far, far away.

There's also a third option. It's a risk, but she can simply keep going. Devana has a kindly way about her for such a dangerous witch. Mahiri [i]wants[/i] to trust her, and some curious part of her is desperate to know what's going to happen if that spell completes. Perhaps the rewards shall be worth whatever danger might be involved. Perhaps there's no danger involved at all. All she has to do is keep her eyes closed and follow the witch's guidance, and she shall avoid incurring that frightful reptilian wrath.

What should she do?

[Trust Devana. Keep going.]

[Disrupt the ritual and flee.]

[Slip away with that ring.]

[b]Ending 1[/b]

[Continues from Keep going]

Devana has never shown her anything but kindness. That same can't be said for others who have encountered her, to be certain, but even so. It wouldn't be right to steal from her, or interfere with her work, so to speak. While continuing with that ritual is setting off all sorts of instinctual warning bells inside the leopard's mind, she's going to have to trust that the crocodile knows what's best for her. Besides, some part of her simply [i]must[/i] know what's going to happen.

The shaking doesn't get any softer. More than that, there is some sort of light emerging from somewhere, along with a generous dose of heat. Mahiri knows she's not supposed to open her eyes, but she can't help it. She just needs a quick peek. It's something she immediately regrets, as a blazing red light shines so brightly in her face that she's left recoiling in pain, the afterimage burned into her sight even when she shuts her eyes tight. It all leaves her disoriented and off balance - which is precisely the opening the emerging creature needs to catch her.

That rift in time and space alike gapes wide within the confines of that summoning circle. From it there emerges at least a dozen squelching tentacles, their slick black surface lubricated with slippery slime. It soon smears all over the leopard's fur as they attack her, grasping her from all sides, snatching her by the wrists, then the ankles. Her flailing quickly proves fruitless as she gets encoiled around the waist, left to uselessly wriggle as she's stretched out as if on a rack by those slimy things, easily lifted right off the floor as if she doesn't weigh a thing.

"Oh my! I think they like you," the witch notes, without a hint of concern in her voice. Everything is going as expected.

Mahiri can't complain. After the initial assault, she finds she's being handled with a certain degree of care. Whatever those many tentacles belong to, they know how to treat a lady. How convenient that she's entirely naked for this turn of events. That allows those sloppy appendages to stroke and admire her form from the very soles of her paws, all the way up along the inside and outside of her legs. They grope and rub against her inner thighs, they work the outline of her hips, they stroke her spotty ass and even give a playful [i]whap[/i] that's far from aggressive. If Mahiri doesn't know better she might say they're teasing her.

"Now, just hold tight, Mahiri. I'm sure our friend -" the croc speaks a demonic name so unpronounceable that Mahiri isn't even sure what she's hearing. She certainly can't spell it. "- won't harm you. All he needs is someone to milk to feed his infernal lusts. I'm confident you're up to the task."

The creature below seems to agree with that. He's already cupping at the leopard's tits, wrapping a tentacle fully around each of them to give them a deep, thorough squeeze. Another set grope at that slight paunch. Even for all her adventuring, Mahiri still carries that little softness with her, perhaps thanks to her appetite. It's just going to make her seem all the more fertile to the hellish thing that has her - but at least she assumes she's probably safe from such things given her current configuration. A tentacle prods the feline's sheath and fuzzy balls before dipping below to wetly knead her taint so deeply it presses her prostate like a button, but it's not going to find a fertile pussy until Mahiri willingly changes over.

That doesn't seem to bother the summoned thing. There's plenty for him to play with. A quick brush of a tentacle along Mahiri's cheek eventually has him finding his way to her lips, which he promptly glosses up with a layer of translucent slime. As much as she tries not to get any in her mouth, some still sneaks onto her tongue, illuminating her senses with a shock of heat and oddly sensual flavour, something indescribable yet delicious from far below. It reminds her of feasts and other sensory indulgences, of lazily relaxing in a hot spring, and of wet, raunchy sex all at once. She never thought she might taste sin itself, but there it is, dancing away on her tastebuds as a cocktail of gluttony, sloth, and lust.

The aphrodisiac effects are immediately apparent. Her sheath fills out and rolls back as her cock stiffens, flopping down over her lightly clenching balls, then rising up. Mere seconds have gone by and she's already throbbing, faintly rowling her dismay through sealed lips. Those mewls simply have to escape, leaving her yowling out loud as a tentacle dips into her sheath to rub the very base of her hard shaft. The one at her lips swiftly takes the opportunity to plunge straight into her throat.

Devana watches with an amused expression, slowly stripping from her dress. It's quickly evident just how much she's enjoying the sloppy, sucking, slurping show by just how stiff she's getting. That thick black cock rivals Mahiri's own in glossiness, and it's about twice as fat as well as simply longer. Resting briefly atop a pair of ultra-hefty white-scaled balls, it soon rises up to squish her plump belly while she watches the cat getting ravaged by her demonic guest.

"Of course, he also needs to [i]harvest[/i] some of that precious mortal seed to sustain himself. He has quite the appetite. It's hard for me to even get the samples I need when he gets so caught up in feeding." She flashes her brightest grin at the captive cat. "Still! Could be worse for a demonspawn!

At first Mahiri thinks she's choking, but she soon finds that tentacle fits inside her with such ease that it's even pleasurable to get throat-fucked by it. A nice internal massage keeps her calm, even makes her start suckling on it once that taste proves too tempting to resist. She simply has to swallow it down straight from the slimy source. It isn't just that sleek skin that oozes it. The tentacle between her lips is soon spurting a thin stream of something like precum inside the cat, warming her within, leaving a pleasant tingling feeling lingering in her belly. She wants more.

That's not the only massage she's going to get. Another tentacle soon finds its sloppy way between her cheeks, teasing up and down from her taint to the base of her tail as if slurping. The results are just as wet. Just a few strokes is enough to get her absolutely drenched, and soon those rubs grow more firm, more intense, fucking that space between spotty cheeks, glossing along her rim again and again until she has no choice but to moan out loud. Filtered through the tentacle in her throat plunging slowly but stiffly in and out, anyway.

A few more glossy strokes and Mahiri's lubed enough to penetrate. The tentacle pushes into her like a liquid splashing warmly within her body, pleasantly squelching into her tight hole and pushing as deep as it can possibly reach. At first it seems reasonable, but then it just keeps going, plunging through her innards, stimulating places she's never felt touched in such intimate fashion before. The feeling of it finally halting its advances so it can [i]schlick[/i] back and forth leaves her cock absolutely pulsing with pleasure while she gets fucked deeper than she's ever been fucked before.

Before she can spill so much as a single drop of pre on the floor of Devana's home, another tentacle swiftly strikes. It caresses along the tip of her cock, swiping up those leaking juices. Then it latches on. Mahiri already has her eyes shut tight, but she scrunches her face in a snarly squint when she feels that leech-like grip locking tight around the tip of her cock. It quickly engulfs her entire shaft, sucking right down to her balls to start loudly [i]schlurping[/i] as it works to drain her of everything she can possibly provide.

"My little concoction earlier should keep you going for a while," Devana explains as she slowly strokes up and down her own dick.

Of course Mahiri should have expected anything served to her by a witch might have some side effects. In this case, they are entirely positive. She can feel the virility brimming inside her, plumping up her balls, making them swell and clench with the amount of pressure building up in them. She's going to cum so fucking hard in that tentacle that hell itself is going to be impressed. If that is truly where that open portal leads, anyway.

The creature makes that even more likely when it presses the tip of a tentacle to her taint, perfectly massaging her tender pleasure button from the outside while rubbing over it again and again from the inside. It fucks her, rubs her, gropes her, plays with her, and slathers her in so much slime that every single inch of her rosetted body is drenched. All the squeezing to her tits is starting to make them leak, too. That doesn't normally happen. Maybe it's another side effect of the witch's brew she consumed. The tentacles are quick to attend to her dripping teats before she can waste any fresh feline milk.

Getting her dick sucked by a slimy tentacle is enough to make the beginnings of a roar rumble up from within her, but even better is the deep pumping drain those tentacles give each of her tits while they latch on tight. Overtaking those broad areolas with that pleasantly pinching grip. Soon after, those translucent tentacles start visibly draining the milk from her breasts, sucking it back down into the portal from which they emerged. Mahiri's rising roar gets stifled by the pleasure, rattling in her stuffed throat as she [i]glurks[/i] around that slimy thing fucking right down towards her belly.

Just how much milk does she have to give? It's far more than she ever thought possible, but with Devana's assistance, she can be the perfect vessel, the perfect cow for a hellish creature to feed on. Her cock pulses and swells while her balls clench up tight, rounding out perfectly while they pull up to the inside of her thighs. She gives that tentacle absolutely everything she can, blazing and bursting with ecstasy from beyond the world she knows. Orgasm barely begins to describe the utter eruption of cat cum pouring from her cock as that hellspawn milks her to a creamy finish enormous enough to satisfy its dark appetite.

It audibly gulps while it drains all the cum it can possibly take, leaving the cat convulsing in its grasp while she rocks her way through a climax that overtakes her entire being. She's left quivering once she finally comes down from that tense, writhing release, and then comes the purring. The tentacle sucks her until she's utterly dry before finally slurping its way back off of her soaked cock. It glistens and drips, still mostly firm but flopping down slightly in the aftermath. She's certainly not free to go. Devana gets closer as Mahiri's head spins in the aftermath of a demon-induced cumshot.

"Well, that seems squared away. Now. Let's make you a proper incubator, why don't we?" Devana casually says, her tone sweet as ever. "That juicy body will be perfect for carrying some infernal eggs! And mine, while you're at it. You've got the look of a mom to you. Soft. Fertile."

Stepping near, she reaches out and wraps her fingers around that necklace of Mahiri's. Most people are repelled when they try to do that, but not Devana. She doesn't just touch it, she gives it a tug, and the chain easily snaps under the pressure. Mahiri hasn't been able to do that since acquiring the cursed but useful thing, yet the croc witch handles it like it's a powerless trinket, a decoration. She quickly demonstrates that she knows how it works, giving it a squeeze while she casts a lustful look towards the bound, drained cat. The effects are just as immediate as ever.

For once, Mahiri doesn't have a choice about what form she takes. It's entirely up to the witch for as long as she holds that trinket. It might have been uncursed, but it's not unbound from Mahiri's soul itself. Devana carefully sets it aside on one of her many shelves and then deftly steps between the parted thighs of the leopardess to examine the changes. With the tentacle between her legs falling away, the croc is free to run her scaled fingers along the glistening folds of Mahiri's dripping pussy. That climax might have satisfied one side of her, but the cat's cunt is even wetter in the haze of post-orgasm, in need of a good rutting.

Devana is more happy to give it to her. A squeeze of that thick croc cock and she's soon stroking it along the slimed fluff of Mahiri's inner thigh. She clutches the cat by the hips where she's suspended there by the tentacles in that natural, slimy bondage. At first glance, that dick looks too big for Mahiri to even take, but she's been surprised at her own flexibility before. Devana prods, strokes, slathers up her shaft in all those excess juices leaking from the leopardess, and then gives a deep croc grunt as she pushes into those slick petals and stuffs the spotty cat full.

Whatever's lurking in the hells beneath is bolder than the leopard. While he's busy fucking Mahiri deep, he sneaks a tentacle around beneath the croc's massive tail, teasing up until he can slickly rim her with those same wet slurps he gave the leopard. Devana doesn't object. She quite happily takes that tentacle in the rump with a satisfying [i]slursh[/i], letting forth a pleased bellow while she bottoms out in leopard pussy. A great, messy thump of scaly nuts to soft feline rattles Mahiri's form, jiggling her well-sucked tits. She's still leaking milk, still sucking the one plunging down her throat, still getting her ass fucked by that unseen beast lurking beyond the portal, and now she's going to get fucked by the witch to go along with it all.

It takes some time to get all that reptilian bulk moving. Devana builds up momentum, puffing, grunting, sometimes even growling, gnashing those cutely crooked teeth. With time, she starts pounding up against the feline's pussy harder and harder, slapping her heavy nuts to Mahiri's lips while the leopard twitches in that tight grip of tentacles. Taking pleasure from all sides has a way of working her up into a perfectly heated state, clenching down desperately on the croc's cock while her breeding cycle skips a few weeks and launches into a state of utter need. She wants to carry a clutch for the witch just as much as she wants to hold some demon eggs in her belly.

Soon it's not the spell that shakes that shack. The croc's massive, powerful body jiggles as she slams into the bound leopardess. Her bellows rattle up Mahiri's spine while the cat gets pounded by the brutal witch, loving every second of that rough, sweaty sex. The tentacle fucking her under her heavy tail just seems to motivate the crocodile all the more, driving her into something of a frenzy, furious lust flashing in her magical eyes. She's going to break that cat while she breeds her, and Mahiri doesn't even care.

That's not the only way the leopard's about to get knocked up. After so much sloppy sliming and shoving, she feels those tentacles starting to stiffen, twitching within her backside and gullet alike. They flex faster and faster, pulsing like a pounding heart, leaking even more of that delicious slime before they finally start to [i]bulge[/i]. Mahiri feels those eggs coming, pumping through those slippery appendages before they tap up against her lips and rim at once, lined up in an orderly queue to get pushed inside her body one by one.

They're warm to the touch. Something horrifying lurks within them no doubt, but all that matters for now is enjoying the feeling of getting filled with them. Mahiri swallows one down her bulging throat while she takes another in the butt. None of them actually enter her womb, but it doesn't matter. Eggs from a hellspawn can surely survive in any sort of environment. All she needs to do is keep them warm. She's soon swelling with them, rounding out with the visible bulges of them all as she takes egg, after egg, after egg, all projected into her by gushes of thick slime-cum.

It's enough to push her into a peak, one that only grows more intense as the swamp witch bellows in her face. That potent roar drowns out the leopard's muffled moans between deep gulps as she gets thoroughly egged. Then those sweaty, scaly nuts pressed up against her pussy start to really clench, telling her she's going to get even bigger. Devana cums inside her in intensely hot ropes of croc jizz, knocking her up in an instant as potent seed meets that magically potent heat. It makes her hit her peak just as hard, gushing her juices right back at the croc buried in her fertile cunt. The only question in Mahiri's mind as she takes shot after shot of thick, rich croc cum is just how many of the witch's young she's going to end up bearing.

The crocodile fills the cat to brimming, smoothing over that egg-stuffed belly until it's simply ballooned, swollen to its very peak. Mahiri is left groaning and bloated, eyes closed, face blank, mind empty. She's no more than a vessel for the witch and her dark companion, caught up in those tender tentacles and held just right to ensure she's comfortable. They stroke along her body as she comes down from the squirting release, barely even able to properly purr. Devana can't help but give a little chuckle at the sight of the ruined rogue as she pulls her cock from those impregnated depths.

"Aw, look at you. You're so perfectly suited to this role. Why don't you stay with us a while longer, Mahiri? I will be sure to take care of you. And extract what I need for a few spells while I'm at it ..."

Dripping, drenched, perspiring, drooling, and utterly broken mentally and physically for the time being, the leopardess has no plans of going anywhere. Any sort of adventure she might be on is very much irrelevant in the face of all the pleasure she's in for as the witch's pet and the demon's plaything. She doesn't want to be anywhere but suspended in those loving tentacles, groped and caressed all over like she's the loveliest thing the demon has ever touched.

Devana gives another squeeze to that stolen necklace, and the cat's cum-soaked pussy vanishes in favour of her cock once more. A tentacle swiftly encircles it like a serpent before latching onto the tip, softly nursing from it while the leopard gives the occasional groan. Even once her mouth is free, she doesn't say a word. She's content to bask there, getting slurped and suckled, almost worshipped by the hungry demon below as it admires her body all over. He's going to need more from her in time, and with a little rest, she's going to be ready to give it. This is her purpose now, and for a while to come.

[b]GAME OVER[/b]

[b]Ending 2[/b]

[Continues from Disrupt the ritual]

It's by no means the wisest thing to do when she's already a guest in the house of the dangerous witch, but Mahiri can't shake the sense that she's being led along. If she allows that ritual to complete, then something bad is going to happen to her. Something is [i]emerging[/i], and she needs to make sure it doesn't. A quick swipe of her hand will have to do, colliding with the first thing she can reach. Her aim is true and that glass vial topples over with a loud [i]crash[/i].

That's enough to rouse the crocodile from her spellcasting stupor. The light returns to the room, candles jumping back to life as if the darkness itself has been banished. Mahiri knows this is the moment she's supposed to use to flee as fast as she can, perhaps grabbing her gear on the way out if she's lucky, but she can't. Maybe she's under some sort of spell already. Or maybe that bright yellow glare of disapproval is far too intimidating to allow her to move. She knows she's in trouble.

"Oh, Mahiri, honey. I know that wasn't an accident. Nimble kitty like you would never be so clumsy."

It's like she's staring directly into the cat's soul. Mahiri can feel her skin crawling like her rosettes are trying to leap off her body and escape. She wants to stammer out an apology, but before she can, the croc's stern expression softens into a grin once more. Mahiri can still see the irritation on her face, but it comes with a sighing sense of understanding.

"Were you scared, Mahiri? Truly a shame you had to do that. I think you would have liked my friend."

The leopard arches a brow. She hasn't dropped her guard, but she's slightly more relaxed, even when Devana waves a scaly finger at her for misbehaving.

"Now, it will take me quite a while to gather up those ingredients again. You agree that it's only fair you should work off your debts, don't you?"

Mahiri blinks. A brief glance to the doorway entices her, but then, so too does the sight of the witch's cleavage as she leans across the circle, breathing her sweetly scented breath in the cat's face. Perhaps she's intrigued. With the tension of the moment slowly draining from her muscles as the scene around the two of them returns to normal, brightly lit and quiet once more, Mahiri finally manages to find the words she's been seeking.

"I ... you're right. I've never liked magic. Too many bad experiences. You have my apologies. What do you need me - [i]hrk[/i]!"

The croc simply grabs her. She can move so very quickly for such a huge reptile. Mahiri's alarmed at first, but she quickly finds the change in position agreeable. Devana plants the cat's muzzle right between her tits, dipping Mahiri's face into her cleavage to just smother her there a while. Those scales caress against the leopard's fur, their leathery scent pleasantly arousing. She wonders what that swamp witch bathes in to smell so good. The layer of slight perspiration that comes with all that humidity just makes her all more pleasant to breathe, and eventually sniff.

"That's right. It gets terribly lonely out here, sometimes," Devana explains with a slight pout. "Seeing you stagger in here was precisely what I needed. And I think you've always had a little something for ol' Dev, haven't you?"

The blush in Mahiri's cheeks is all the answer she needs to give. Her lust hits her like the hammer of a god. Part of her thinks back to that curiously-flavoured drink Devana provided earlier. Perhaps that's what's driving her sudden flash of neediness, or perhaps it's simply being pressed up close to a thick, soft, sweaty reptile. Devana slowly strips herself as best she can while still holding the cat close. Eventually she has to withdraw the leopard from her tits briefly, but only so she can get them completely bare for Mahiri to fawn over.

They're so much bigger than even the busty leopard's own. Those two titanic croc tits are hefty enough for Mahiri to utterly lose herself in them as the witch pulls her close. She smothers the cat into that bare cleavage, using her fur and hair alike for a towel, swiping up the sweat. All that excitement just makes the croc perspire a little more. Mahiri laps up those salty droplets right from the glistening white scales between each of Devana's breasts. The croc starts rumbling her appreciation. Such a deep, guttural sound easily drowns out the leopard's purrs.

"My my. It didn't even take you long. You're a very good girl, Mahiri. Perhaps too good to be an adventurer. I think it might be better if I simply keep you here where you belong."

The witch is still just teasing by the sound of it, but as Mahiri loses herself in that musky flavour and fragrance alike, she finds herself considering it. Hugging up against that cushy belly, she finds herself caught up in her own desires, obsessed with the bulk and heft of that enormous reptile. She has to squish, she has to squeeze, and when Devana directs her to the teat of one of those tits, Mahiri's swift to latch on and suck. That soft nub is much more sensitive than the harsher scales all around, and the leopard makes sure to apply as much pleasure as she possibly can with firm, wet uses of her lips, tongue, and even her teeth.

"Mm! Oh, that is just lovely, Mahiri. Such a pretty kitty titsucker you are. You are giving me such a rise. A little lower now, please."

That's an understatement, for certain. All that slobbery attention is getting Devana impressively hard. The croc stiffens up until her cock plaps to the underside of her big fat gut. Mahiri can feel it throbbing where it glosses against her own fur, adding some slight dampness to her own white tum. It all makes her want to be even closer to that plump beauty, soaking in her textures, her scents, her tastes. Devana certainly obliges with that, urging the cat lower and lower until the tip of that firm croc dick brushes against her cheek.

"Lower still," the witch instructs while Mahiri's trying to figure out how to get her mouth around that fat, shiny girth.

That's perhaps a relief. It means she gets to lavish the same sort of drooling attention to those two coconut-sized balls soon pressed in her face. Mahiri's splayed out across the magical circle now, perhaps unwisely, but it doesn't seem to be having any sort of adverse effects. She would say it explains how obsessed she's getting with that deliciously seductive croc, but no, that's normal. Mahiri likes scaly things, especially when they're big. That much she demonstrates as she rubs her face all over Devana's nuts, getting that smell on her fur and skin alike before she even thinks about starting to lick them.

Getting her mouth around even one of them proves to be a daunting task, but the effort is just as enjoyable for the horny witch. Devana lurks above, meaty legs spread wide, thighs slowly closing in around the sprawled out cat while she gets her sack worshipped with all the reverence one might give a goddess. Long, wet drags of her wet, tingly tongue add plenty of stimulation while she struggles to get her jaws to stretch enough to suck on Devana's balls, but it simply isn't going to happen. She'll just have to be content with slurping on half of each of them at once. It's still enough to get some moans out of the witch amidst the croc groaning.

"Kitty like you really knows how to lick. You don't seem to mind a little sweat either, now do you?" the croc says with a heavy rumble. It shakes right down Mahiri's spine. "I think I'll get a little more indulgent with you. Turn over."

At first the command doesn't even register in the leopard's mind. Only after a little nudging does she get the clue. Sprawled out in the middle of the magic circle, she finds herself briefly hatted by the croc's heavy balls, but the witch soon pulls herself up so she can turn her fat tail around. For a moment Mahiri wonders if she's about to perish, but instead she finds herself pleasantly engulfed in soft, scaly butt as the croc takes a heavy but careful seat right atop the leopard's face. The rogue all but vanishes beneath all that ass, buried and pinned, covered from heat to waist in juicy reptile rump while Devana settles more and more weight onto her new chair, completely pinning the feline down.

For as shattering as that could have been, it all remains quite cozy. There's plenty of fat to cushion all that weight atop Mahiri's face. She's been sat on by bigger. Only slightly though. Devana's aim proves true when she gets the cat's head perfectly wedged between her two plump asscheeks, pushing that muzzle right up against a thick, pronounced rim. That croc donut carries plenty of accumulated sweat, which means it's absolutely perfect for kissing, slurping, and even sucking on while Devana grinds it up against her eager feline servant's lips.

"Keep going, hon! Oh, that tongue is [i]divine[/i] ..." comes the witch's guttural cry of pleasure.

It's not exactly easy to breathe down there, but Mahiri presses on for as long as her stamina holds out. She pushes deeper, eating that fat witch ass like it sustains her, digging in and penetrating that taut rim while it flexes against her face. Mahiri can sense the pleasure she's providing in the form of the croc's contracting muscles, not to mention those constant inner rumbles rising up from deep within that fat belly. She's every bit as turned on as the croc herself, soaking her own thighs with the arousal that comes with getting utterly buried in sweaty reptile ass.

Eventually, she finds herself slowly fading, lost in a haze of musky flavour, drowning in croc sweat. Her body falters, falling to near motionlessness but for her slowly stroking tongue. She wants so badly to keep going, but she's near suffocation down there. Devana sits and grinds for just a little longer, pushing the cat to her limit, and finally rises with a sigh once she knows sitting on Mahiri's face any longer might prove fatal. By then, Mahiri's so devoted to that fine rear that she might very well have kept licking until she fainted.

When Devana peels away from her sweat-soaked cushion, she finds a half-conscious leopardess drenched and outright steaming for how much heat she's absorbed, faintly twitching as she gasps her way back to life. The witch is at least kind enough to give her a little time to recover, running those dark claws along the cat's sides. That pleasant scritching seems to rouse Mahiri eventually. She blinks, she gives her head a shake, and then stares up at the big croc while Devana fondly addresses her.

"Very good, cat. You'd make a fine servant were I to eternally bind you with a simple little spell," she casually says. Mahiri can't tell if that's a joke or not. "But don't worry. I have something more temporary in mind. You [i]do[/i] have quite the debt to work off, after all."

When she grasps the leopard by the wrist, Mahiri's arm is totally limp. She's musk-drunk to the point of drooling, simmering in the lingering scent of sweaty crocodile. Devana has free reign to do anything she wants with that foolish rogue. She might have projected an aura of playful forgiveness, but there are still urges she needs taken care of, and she's not about to let the leopard back out now, no matter how broken she may be after that extended worship and smother session.

Seated just beside the panting cat, the croc guides the leopard by the hair towards her stiff cock. For all the worship, Mahiri still hasn't managed to get Devana off. She's going to have to fix that. By the shoving to the back of her head, the cat expects to be sucking on that shaft, but instead she just finds it smearing against her face a few times, painting her with an excess of precum oozing from the tip. Just when she thinks she already has all the croc musk in her mind she can possibly get, she finds herself thickly bathing in even more, letting it soak into her very thoughts.

Such a saturated state ensures she doesn't even think twice when Devana keeps pushing and grinding firmly enough to slowly overtake the leopard's entire muzzle with her cock. It might be too big to suck, but it can suck her instead. The croc's shaft easily expanded around the feline's features, engulfing her face and then her whole head, slurping down to her chin, her throat, washing her senses in a fresh dose of rich pheromones all the while. It's only when she gives a heavy [i]clamp[/i] down on the captive cat's head, squeezing her inside with those lusty contractions that Mahiri realizes what's happening to her. That witch is eating her.

Devana even audibly gulps around her prey while she drags her in deeper and deeper through the strength of her cock alone. Those rumbles and bellows resonated all the more deeply as Mahiri gets immersed in that bulging shaft, smothered in the slick inner flesh, slathered in all the juices pouring from within. Devana's balls are already clenching, already churning in on themselves with the anticipation of having the leopardess inside them. It's enough to make her grasp at that spotty butt and give it a slap while she eagerly shoves at it to get her meal down faster.

That's when Mahiri starts properly struggling. She doesn't have much left in her, but she's not going to simply accept that humiliating fate. Wriggling might slow the croc's progress a little, but it's not much longer that she's slurping over the leopard's bust, squeezing down hard on those tits while they bulge out that black cock, swallowing towards her soft belly. Devana lets out an occasional shuddering hiss to go along with her boomy croc sounds, groping at the spotty cat while she feeds her closer and closer to her nuts, dousing Mahiri with an intense gust of pure, concentrated croc musk.

"Oh, don't fuss, Mahiri," she coos, running her claws down the cat's spine while she still can. "This will be perfectly safe. You and I are simply going to spend some [i]time[/i] together."

She says that just as she crests along the leopard's lower back, nearing that cushy rump. Those hips take a little work to stuff into her kneading cock, but soon there's the satisfying [i]pop[/i] of tucking them away to keep. That leaves just a pair of long, spotty legs kicking where they stick out of the end of Devana's dick, precum streaming down them. Plenty of those juices get displaced when Mahiri touches down face-first in that churning cauldron of croc spunk. She's left to briefly drown until she chokes her way back to the surface with an arch of her back, coughing up some excess cum while she tries to breathe the intensely humid air.

One long sigh is all it takes the croc to slurp over those spotty thighs and calves alike, polishing off her prey with a satisfying squelch and a splatter of precum. The white tip of Mahiri's tail vanishes left, wriggling as it's dragged away like a satisfying noodle. Devana's balls expand and swell with the shape of the cat confined within them, pressing out between her fat thighs while she grasps her cock in both hands. After all the stretching, it quite easily returns to its regular size, sealing away behind Mahiri, keeping her confined in that musky prison that starts clenching up around her.

"[i]Hmmmf[/i]!" is the best protest Mahiri can make when she's getting huffed from all sides from slick, cum-slathered walls.

"Shhh. I'll take good care of you while you're a puddle of jizz, Mahiri."

The leopard can't see it, but Devana taps a crystal necklace that's tied around her thick neck. It holds a dull stone for now, but even Mahiri would have recognized it if she got a better look. That soul gem ensures that nothing she does to that trapped cat will be [i]truly[/i] fatal. Unless she decides otherwise, anyway. It's certainly going to be messy though. Already, she's viciously squeezing down on the outline of the feline, squeezing inwards while that jizz coats her every single inch, ever so slowly juicing her down to something that'll better fill those sloshing balls. She doesn't even have to flex to keep up the process of converting the cat to cum. Her ravenous balls do that all on their own.

The bulge of that prominent bust is the first thing to smooth over under the pressure of that churning, squeezed and squelched away as she gets processed into thicker and thicker jizz. It rises up around her ankles, her waist, invading her pussy while she soaks in that overpowering sauna. The musk is enough to choke her, eyes watering even as they remain sealed tight. The grip is far too tight for her to move but for some persistent wriggling. That just makes Devana all the more worked up as she jerks her dick all through the process of melting the cat into a fresh load.

"Almost, almost. Keep being such a good kitty for me, hon," Devana huffs as she gets closer and closer to orgasm while the leopard's life force diminishes.

Things just get louder, messier, faster as those nuts squeeze around Mahiri, rapidly working her from a coherent shape into a vaguer and vaguer bulge. Another [i]squllch[/i] or [i]glrrrk[/i] presses even farther inwards, squeezing her into a rounded ball of former leopardess, more spunk than cat. Then another lingers on that solid shape a while, testing just how much resilience she has left. It takes one last deep, resonant [i]GLURK[/i] like an exclamation mark at the end of that aggressive digestion seals the deal. Mahiri is nothing but crocodile cum filling out a pair of plump, scaly balls, churned, sloshed, squished, and snuffed for her transgressions by the predatory witch's sack.

"[i]Rrrrrrrngh[/i]" the croc snarls with a gnash of her teeth, followed by a bellowed proclamation so deep it sounds demonic. "[i]Mine[/i]."

Before she can finish, she lashes out with her tail to extend her reach. That's enough to knock a small cauldron off a nearby shelf and send it rolling towards her. She fetches it and holds it up, jerking her dick towards it as it outright spurts precum into its iron base. There's no sense wasting such good cum. With that properly lined up, she finally lets herself go, tossing her head back and bellowing towards the ceiling of her shack as she jizzes out that creamed up feline in a steamy, sweaty moment of predatory triumph.

Not a single sound that escapes her open maw resembles a word while she roars her way through shooting that leopard into her cauldron. The splashing and splattering is accompanied by the clatter of a hollowed skull, slightly softened by the digestive cum but still very much intact, cleaned completely white as it vanishes beneath the rest of the spunk hosing down Devana's surroundings. Gallons upon gallons of thick, virile croc seed pour out, splashing over the side, overfilling that small container in seconds. No matter. Devana can't bring herself to care when she's locked in the middle of a climax that leaves her heft body jerking, jolting, wildly humping at the air as she erupts, squeezing all that nut-swelling spunk out until her balls shrink back down to relatively normal size - or something near it, at least.

"Mm. Mmmm! Such a good load," the crocodile pants as she comes down from that sloppy peak, listening to her cum dripping down the walls. " Saved what I could, I suppose. I'll see about bottling that up later. Perhaps your skull will make a good candleholder? For now ..."

The witch touches that gem just below her throat, which makes Mahiri realize she can still hear every word being spoken to her. Moreover, she can [i]feel[/i] that claw prodding against the surface of that stone. Her soul isn't just trapped in the crocodile's jewellery, but it retains some of its senses as well. No sight, but sound, touch, and as she soon discovers, smell.

"Let's get you somewhere appropriate. I know you loved sniffing my balls. Now you can do it for a few days straight.

Devana reaches up to her neck and removes that necklace. Moving around fills Mahiri with a wild sense of momentum and inertia. She's thankful when it comes to a close, though she's not sure about her new position. Devana ties that thin cord around the very base of her half-firm cock, cinching it up tightly enough that the soul gem containing Mahiri's essence rests snugly against her big fat balls. They're even fatter thanks to the leopard she digested, projecting their thick, swampy croc musk right into what remains of Mahiri's senses.

"Or shall it be weeks? Months? I'll decide later just how long a naughty cat like you deserves her punishment. I do hope you hold onto your mind. I do get quite sweaty down there."

She's going to stew in that scent for as long as Devana likes. It's difficult to project for a mere soul to blush, but somehow she manages it, glimmering down there while the croc replaces the damp loincloth she tugged off in the midst of her lust, tightening it up to keep all those scents confined. Mahiri is stranded there, smothered in pure, raunchy reptile, pressed against the very balls she helped feed, and she's going to remain little more than a valued accessory, smelling the witch's nuts until she's served her sentence. Both of them know there's some part of her that's going to love every second of it.

[b]GAME OVER[/b]

[b]Ending 3[/b]

[Continues from Slip away]

It might just work. Devana's caught up in her spell. She doesn't even notice that Mahiri's opened her eyes. Apparently that's not so essential a part of the magic after all. As long as she's sure not to disturb anything else, she can slowly, silently rise and get away before the witch knows she's gone. First, she gently removes her hands from Devana's grasp, unlocking their intertwined fingers. The croc still holds her arms out as if nothing has changed. From there, Mahiri carefully watches the reptile cautiously while she gets to her feet without a sound, stepping on soft paws while she makes her way from the summoning circle.

No doubt that ring's incredibly valuable, whether or not she knows how to use it. It feels warm in the palm of her hand when she grabs it, looking it over for just a few moments before turning back to the door. A glance back at Devana reveals the croc hasn't moved. She's still chanting, arms extended straight. She looks a little foolish perhaps, but it's not the first person the stealthy feline has made look that way. It's all going well right up to the moment a sharp noise interrupts her silent sneaking on the way out the door.

[i]SNAP[/i]

Two scaly fingers rubbing together produce that striking sound. That's all it takes for the witch to cast a powerful holding spell. Mahiri is instantly frozen to the spot mid-step as the magic seizes her every muscle. She can breathe and she can shift her eyes around enough to see Devana rising up from her seat, shaking her head in disbelief that the cat would attempt something so very foolish.

What was she even thinking? Devana has never done her any harm. Crossing her is nothing more than making an enemy out of a valuable friend. It was like she was momentarily possessed by some sinister trickster spirit, some perverse voyeur who simply wants to see bad things happen to her. She has no doubt that's on the horizon as the crocodile witch furiously approaches the frozen thief with a storm in her eyes.

"Oh, Mahiri, Mahiri. You really shouldn't have done that," comes Devana's disappointed voice. "Stealing? From me? What could possibly make you think I wouldn't notice? That I wouldn't [i]find[/i] you, even if you somehow escaped alive?"

While she doesn't project utter fury in her voice, Mahiri can hear it rumbling below every word, every syllable. She has truly fucked up, and something terrible is coming to her as punishment. There are so many bad things a witch can do to a helpless thief that Devana takes her time to examine her quarry and narrow down all the wicked options ahead of her. Stepping close, she first snatches that ring from Mahiri's frozen fingers and places it back where it belongs with a hiss of disapproval.

"Perhaps you are correct. I ought to think about where I store such shiny things when cats are around. But your feline nature is no excuse."

Then she circles like a duellist, examining the naked thief from every side. She doesn't hesitate to grope the captive cat, squeezing whatever she wishes. That means working those scaly palms and dark claws alike along Mahiri's hips, pressing deep into her thick thighs , then working up to squeeze that belly, cup those breasts. Devana tops it off with a harsh smack to that spotty ass that leaves it wobbling - the only movement Mahiri's body is capable of under such a potent spell.

"Ample. Juicy. Warm. You're going to make such good meat," comes her thunderous threat.

Mahiri has never heard such a serious tone from the crocodile before. She's certain Devana means it. The only thing that can possibly save her now is to muster up the willpower to reach for her necklace. Her body refuses her efforts, no matter how much she strains, but maybe if she simply thinks hard enough about it, she'll somehow activate it. It has managed to get her out of bad situations before - even if she usually doesn't remember how afterwards. Before she can break free and grab for that cursed thing, Devana interrupts, seemingly reading her mind. She snatches that pointed star - and then snaps it right from around her neck, severing the cord with ease.

"I'll be keeping that for myself. Your patron can't protect you now."

The leopard isn't even sure what that means. Yet she feels the absence of that trinket. It's not just the lack of weight around her neck, but a sense of nakedness, of vulnerability. She's no longer the clever rogue, no longer gifted with her usual luck. She's just a mortal made of meat. One who has greatly angered a powerful swamp witch, with no rescue in sight. After concluding her circling, the crocodile stands directly in front of the leopard's motionless form.

"I must admit, I'm going to enjoy this. You always did look so very tasty," comes Devana's hiss.

That's the last warning Mahiri gets before the crocodile strikes. It all happens quicker than she can blink. That maw stretches wide, and then shut with the force and ferocity only a croc can muster. [i]CHOMP[/i]. As she finds herself engulfed in darkness, Mahiri at first simply assumes she's dead, killed in a single blow by those mighty jaws. Instead, she's simply engulfed down to the waist in Devana's mouth, teeth digging into her body but not biting through, head stuffed right down towards the croc's wet gullet. The witch stopped herself just short of biting the cat in two. That's hardly a comfort, knowing what's to happen next.

The bite is enough of a shock to break Mahiri free of that spell. That's a small blessing given she's swiftly snatched up off her paws by the power of those jaws alone, wrenched into the air with a vicious toss of the croc's head while she flails her legs and wriggles between those deadly teeth. All the fighting just makes things worse for her, cutting and scraping her against the fangs pressed against her flesh. She's certainly not thinking clearly in the panic of being devoured alive by an angry crocodile.

Devana gnaws on her prey while she whips her head straight back, pointing the cat's paws towards her ceiling. From there, she uses gravity to let the feline plummet down her fat, bulging gullet. It's not a strain. Mahiri slides smoothly into the warmth of her slippery throat, struggling all the while, outright screaming as the fear of what's to come overwhelms her. In other seemingly hopeless situations, she's always managed to stay calm and look for the unlikely escape that always seems to manifest just in time. This time, she knows she's doomed.

A few violent tosses of the croc's head whip the cat's legs upwards, putting some pops and crackles into that flexible feline spine. It could be much worse. She's barely even biting the leopardess on the way down, content to let her plunge towards that fat, white-scaled belly entirely whole and unwounded. Mahiri desperately tries to find something to cling onto, or to shove her arms to the sides and slow her descent, but all she finds is smooth, slick flesh sliding across her fur and skin all the way down. It's not long before she starts swelling Devana's middle with her squirming heft.

Jiggling those ample, matronly curves as she settles into the crocodile's gut, Mahiri manages a few last frantic kicks with her paws poised on the crest of Devana's tongue. The witch shrugs those feet towards her throat, ensuring they're out of chomping range, and then [i]CLACK[/i] go her jaws, sealing tightly behind the last of the cat. From there it's just a matter of shrugging her way through a slurping swallow, finishing off her meal without savouring her in the slightest. Mahiri's been gobbled down in seconds, forced to descend past those plump tits and fill out the fat, swaying, sagging belly of the great big reptilian beast who's eaten her alive.

[i]BRALLLP![/i]

The air was caustic enough in there before Devana lets out that crass, proud belch. It lasts several seconds straight, pulling up that fleshy chamber tighter and tighter around the cat's curled up body. She's already getting crunched up into a position even she in her feline flexibility can't sustain, bones giving some ominous pops that prove unpleasant the longer she gets squeezed. It's only going to get worse in there. A few satisfied slaps to her stuffed middle, and Devana wobbles her way from the room to take a seat in a large, padded rocking chair, letting her gut spill into her lap while it starts loudly gurgling.

"You ought to be thankful, Mahiri. You made me angry enough to consider all manner of terrible ends for you. Perhaps you would have made a good rug, or a fine addition to my cauldron. This is the gentlest way for you to go."

Such platitudes prove to be of little comfort once the acid starts doing its work. The juices trickle all over Mahiri's body from all sides, pouring across her fur, getting into every crevice, every little vulnerable place. The first grumbling churn presses inwards on her helpless self, kicking those fluids into a nasty sizzle. Tingling becomes more of an itching sensation as her pretty fur gets ruined and worn away, and soon after there comes the stinging pain. It's only going to get worse.

As much as Mahiri knows she shouldn't scream, she can't keep those cries silent while the witch rapidly sears through her flesh and melts it from her bones. Every sloshing clench of that rapidly churning gut makes the leopard softer, weakens her and slowly breaks her apart piece by sloppy piece. The walls are closing in. Her body is frail compared to the might of a hungry crocodile's stomach. She's nothing more than meat to Devana now.

Minutes of agonizing digestion roll by and the leopard's cries grow choked and gurgling. The acids rise up higher and higher, thick with the sludge and chyme that she's becoming, and her desperate struggles fall to mere twitches and spasms of her dying muscles. She's drowning, disintegrating, liquefying. Everything that was pretty and elegant about her is being undone by Devana's brutal digestive system. Already some of her is getting siphoned down into the crocodile's digestive system, but she's still alive, still struggling to exist for as long as she possibly can.

It's not much longer. The effort is valiant, but her body is no more than flesh. Devana squeezes in on the softening leopard, feeling her break apart under her fingers. Picking up and dropping that fat gut just to hear it slosh accelerates the process a little further, until at last, the weakened leopard finds herself caught between two walls of the croc's stomach as they squeeze in around her, tighter, tighter still. Then there's a [i]crrnch[/i] of something vital giving way, and the leopardess goes still, killed by the witch's belly, soon to be converted into fat on the thick croc's body.

"Ahhh," Devana sighs, sitting back in her chair, letting it rock back and forth while she luxuriantly basks in the finale of that cat's life inside her.

Yet there is still more to Mahiri's existence, a part of her that survives the harshness of the witch's cauldron that is Devana's churning gut. Normally, her soul might have flown off to discover what the afterlife looks like, if not intercepted by a priest or shaman in time. Instead, it finds itself very much captured within the confines of the crocodile's seemingly innocuous adornment The gem around her throat is for more than simple decoration. It's spacious enough to snatch up and hold the entirety of Mahiri's existence right there within its glowing confines, leaving her ghostly self to swirl around within, beating her hands against its unflinching walls.

"There you are. I suspect you did not enjoy that, but I most certainly did," the witch sternly tells her, running a claw along the surface of that gem. Mahiri can feel it. "The question now is whether you deserve to be a part of my jewellery collection, to adorn me as a constant reminder of what happens to those who cross me - or if your misdeeds are unforgivable."

Removing that gem from around her neck, Devana holds it up for a time, cupping it in both palms. Mahiri can't see anything, but she can vaguely sense the world around her. Some phantom pain of digestion still lingers with her as she floats there, but it fades with time. Devana audibly ponders, [i]hmmming[/i] out loud as she holds the very fate of the leopardess in her hands.

"No. I do not think you deserve to be anything but fuel for my next spell. Your soul shall make a potent magical tonic."

Caught there in that soul gem, Mahiri doesn't even see those jaws coming. This time, Devana really does bite. The crystal that contains the leopard's soul is no match for the strength of a croc's jaws. Devana shatters it open and lets that ghostly cat come flowing out like a liquid. Unluckily for Mahiri, that means she's dripping out onto the croc's tongue as the witch pours her into her open mouth, drinking that fresh soul right down like it's a beverage, or perhaps a potion.

Disoriented and horrified, Mahiri can give little more than a ghostly cry as she slides into the crocodile's gullet and gets to experience being swallowed whole all over again. This time, she's not as solid, more of a wisp or a ghost, but she can still feel it as she goes sliding down that wet tunnel to splash into Devana's acidic stomach once more. Most importantly, being a soul doesn't prevent Mahiri from being trapped within the flesh of the witch. Whatever unholy power Devana has, it keeps that energy inside her, glowing in her gut, letting the ghostly visage of the leopard shine out from beneath those white scales and that soft pudge.

"That feels wonderful, Mahiri. I am going to enjoy wearing everything you ever were. I just hope your soul doesn't make my ass too fat."

Devana doesn't hide how much she's enjoying herself. As soon as the churns start around that cat spirit, she reaches beneath her dress, rolling it up to get at her stiffening cock. It was already semi-firm just from the pleasure of digesting Mahiri for the first time. This time, she takes such pleasure from absorbing that eternal energy that she's swiftly engorged, pulsing, dripping onto her fingers as she wraps them snugly around her shaft. The slick sound of her getting off on Mahiri's permanent demise somehow reaches the cat's senses deep down there in the [i]slurking[/i], [i]glurching[/i] confines of that soul-digesting gut.

Whether knowing the witch is masturbating to the feeling of absorbing her for good makes it any worse for Mahiri, it's hard to say. It's already as bad as it can be. She's not just being melted this time, she's being pulled apart, absorbed directly into Devana's fat and energy reserves. Her memories, her identity, her legacy. It's all being churned up and stolen away by the fat croc witch, making her all the plumper while she absorbs Mahiri into her body for good. There's not going to be any coming back from this one.

Not only does that soul make the croc heftier, but it also adds some extra weight to her balls, and then her cock as well. That soul mostly gets converted to magic, serving as pure fuel for the Devana's spells, but the witch can't help but indulge herself a little. Expending some of that energy allows her to fill out her balls even heavier, bigger, rounder as they glow with magical potency. Her cock shows that ghostly glimmer as well as she messily strokes it up and down. Meanwhile, Mahiri within her is fading, fading, losing her lustre, shining less brightly with each sloppy [i]glurrrrrn[/i] of that big, round belly.

This time, there's no dramatic finale to seal the unmaking of Mahiri's existence. There's nothing that loudly crunches, nothing that visibly gives way. That soul simply grows less and less present until there's nothing left of it at all, not even a wisp of energy. Yet for as subtle as it is, Devana still takes the knowledge that she's completely, utterly eradicated that rogue from existence and uses it to propel herself to a grunting, growling peak, wildly pumping both her hands down her thick, fattened dick.

The crocodilian roar that bellows from her wet jaws shakes the very swamp in which she swells. She lets all the lurking creatures know how hard she's cumming, pouring that thick stream of ever so slightly glowing croc jizz all over her fattened body. It makes a mess of her scales and her dress alike, but she doesn't care. Nothing stops her from getting off as hard as she can to Mahiri's demise, feeling that leopard padding her, softening her, adding so very much heft and [i]power[/i] in wake of her existence. Such a fruitful harvest deserves a hot, creamy celebration, even if it means plastering the walls with how much cum that digested soul helps her fattened, glowing balls produce.

With the last of the leopard's usefulness used up, the crocodile gives a final sigh. Perhaps she is slightly disappointed she had to end a former friend so permanently, but such regrets are easy to forget when she took so much pleasure from it. Soaked in sweat, covered in cum, and looking all the plumper for the cat she so viciously digested and absorbed into her juicy, matronly curves, she only has one thing left to take care of. Slowly, somewhat laboriously hefting her prey-fattened ass up from her chair and giving her newly enhanced curves and fat a few squeezes, she gives a snort to herself. It's time to stride out into the swamp for the grand finale of her complete destruction of all Mahiri ever was.

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She may be a powerful witch, but her body still has its natural needs and processes like any other mortal. Not only has she fully digested the leopard, but that soul energy has been completely absorbed and drained too. That means even more has made its way through her potent, efficient system, and she needs to find somewhere to relieve herself. As crude as it might be, some part of her is probably going to enjoy this part too, if only for how satisfying it shall be to know she's turned the cunning rogue into nothing more than a large load of crocodile shit.

Devana picks a spot a sizable march from her shack, just to be sure she won't be interrupted. Her magic wards that place by the side of the dark water. She's going to need the privacy for how long this might take her. Slowly crouching her heavy ass down by the edge of the swampy water below, she lifts her thick tail as high as she can get it while she begins to push. A few grunts, a few hisses from the witch and that plump hole starts to spread out with a faint crackling noise. It's time to return Mahiri to the world.

Grunting her way through the process of shitting out the former leopardess, Devana deposits chunks of solid waste into the swamp with heavy splash after splash. It all slides out smoothly, despite how much meat that was. The fattened croc is made for digesting people. Or at least, she's very good at it. Mahiri is far from the first visitor she's ever dumped in the swamp, after all.

It takes her a solid quarter hour before there is finally an end in sight. All that former soul makes for a lot of croc shit, though plenty of it is simply the cat's digested body. There are bones and even a few ruined teeth noticeable in the midst of it, packed tight into that solid waste. A few strands of darkened hair or patches of fur survive the journey, as if to assert for certain that the filthy mess squeezing from the fat croc is in fact Mahiri.

The chalky, harder, bone-strewn logs near the end of that dump require a little more effort to push out. Devana grunts, and sometimes huffs sharply. There's a certain shameless pleasure in such a thing, but only when it used to be a living, squirming person. The splashing halts eventually. She's not quite done yet, though. There's one more piece of Mahiri lodged up inside that thick ass that needs a little forcing out, some flexing and squeezing down on that solid chunk of jawless skull that shatters it a little more beyond recognition before it finally pops free to vanish beneath the murky water below along with the rest of the cat.

A shame that skull is lost to the swamp. She might have liked to keep it, if it wasn't so filthy. Still, better to digest the feline whole and alive than take her head off first. Nothing beats such a satisfying indulgence. With an extended sigh, and even a bit of a moan, Devana finally rises. She's content, satisfied, and so very fat with just how much energy she's absorbed and stored in her heavy body. Meat, bones, mind, self, and afterlife - she's taken everything from the leopard, and left her as nothing but a mountain of filth in the swamp. One thing's for certain - after her fateful encounter with the soul-eating witch, the adventurer known as Mahiri will never, ever be seen or heard from again.

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