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"I'm always watching, kitty."

Mahiri had woken with a start, dreams darkened by images of snarling faces and grasping hands, a chorus of tortured moaning drowning out the nonsense scene that came before. The source of such nightmares was obvious on waking, the long-haired leopard held in the groping embrace of a grinning demon, the hyena's striped features lit up by a set of identifying red eyes that provided just enough glow to highlight her savage smile. Instead of panicking, as most mortals ought to in the presence of hellspawn, he had simply asked if she had been watching him sleep.

The answer didn't surprise him, either. He just gave a sleepy smile and cuddled warmly back into the curvacious, striped demon, letting her spoon him. From that angle, her breasts were perched firmly just beneath his shoulder blades, and her heated breath was dancing against the back of his neck, sweet and sultry like velvety candy.

"What's up? Just being a creeper?"

The hyena huffed as if greatly offended, but never lost that loony grin of hers. "Maybe I just missed my spotty alter-ego! I like to hold him and comfort him while he sleeps."

Joking aside, the lick she dragged up the back of his neck seemed to be glazed with genuine affection, along with plenty of drippy demon drool.

"Oh, don't be mad, Shirazi. It's great to see you."

He more or less meant that when he said it, and slowly turned over so he could face her. His face and hers had nearly nothing in common, the smooth, innocent features of a kindly feline contrasting the vicious perma-cackle that a hyena wore so well, emphasized all the greater by those demonic traits that she manifested, quite by choice, in the most obvious and typical manner possible. He gave her a smile and touched her cheek.

"Don't tell me you were lonely," he teased, but only because he knew she didn't feel the same emotions other people did. "The voices alone must be plenty to talk to."

Shirazi stuck her tongue out, flicking it against one of her whiskers and making his lips twitch involuntarily. "The voices are just fine. They say hi. You wanna make out or something?"

Mahiri did a bit of a double take. Not because the question was so blunt - he had come to expect that kind of sudden change of subject when dealing with her - but rather because she actually seemed to be slightly hesitant about mentioning sex. This, coming from a creature whose idea of 'yes' was a pulse.

"Uh, well, sure! I didn't think you the type to ask."

"Ah, shaddup. I just like you and stuff."

That wasn't much like her either, but he didn't get time to think about it, his mind quickly cleared by the rush of sensation as her dark lips met his. A wet smooch rose up between the two of them, and she forced him onto his back, climbing on him and sitting on his crotch, lips still tightly matched. Her behaviour seemed odd for her, which basically meant it seemed more like a real person rather than a babbling, crazy demon, but it wasn't enough to concern him out of getting hard, letting slip a muffled moan as he got his firming sheath rubbed right against two finely taut and rounded cheeks under that long-furred, fluffy tail.

The truth of the matter was that for all her insanity and intimidation, the hyena was smoking hot, and not even in that impossible, succubus kind of way. She never had quite made it into those ranks, settling just for calling herself one now and then as an excuse to fuck more people. Not that she needed one. But temptress or not, she had a wonderfully fit, firm body that was nicely ample around the lady-curves, giving her so very much to bury against and enjoy. Plus, all that extra fur helped those plump tits and wide hips look all the more comfortable and inviting. That, and she sported a pitch-black set of male gear above her female side, twitching casually while she forced her kiss onto the leopard.

Once his mouth had been comfortably drooled into, she popped off of it and grinned wickedly, as she often did. Her gleaming, curved teeth had an extra dose of scary on top of that usual hyena toothfulness, lips curling back just a little bit farther, teeth running to points that were just a little sharper than they should have been. She was wild, mad, and yet he was feeling so very safe with her tonight. Something about her strange attempts at affection actually seemed like they were more than just her screwing with his head, for once. Which was entirely against everything he thought he knew about her.

Despite her rubbing her ass on what was becoming a firmer and firmer kitty cock, she just sat on him and spoke conversationally. "So, you know that part where I have all your memories before we split off? Remember that?"

"Yeah, I... try not to think about it too much." Mahiri bit his lip. "Especially with..."

Shirazi suddenly burst into a huge gust of laughter, cackling like a spotted hyena. "Uh huh! Oh fuck, you were so weird and horny." Her laughter became soft giggling, and she waved a hand. "But, um, I had a point somewhere! Uhhhhhh. Oh! I got you something!"

Mahiri looked at her quizzically, not sure what that something might be, or why she was bringing it up after already giving him a boner. But it was Shirazi, so he had to expect the unexpected, and was hardly even phased when she seemed to reach into some sort of black hole off to her left to pull something into existence. He pondered it a moment, and then his face lit up with complete surprise.

"Blinky!" he exclaimed with a giggle, taking the stuffed bat and giving it a squeeze. It felt just like he remembered from his youngest years before it was tragically lost, missing stuffing and covered in patches and stitches. "I never thought I'd see this again. Where did you find it?"

"I have my ways." She grinned, looking oddly proud of herself. "You don't want to know."

"I probably don't! But thank you! That is so sweet." He grinned, thoroughly delighted that she had thought back far enough to remember such young years. "I'd say that's not like you, but nothing's like you."

"See? Having an evil twin has its advantages. I know everything about you. What you're afraid of..." She flashed a playful snarl. "What annoys you. What turns you on..." She reached down and gave a tug on his hair, just in the right spot to make him tingle with the feeling of being dominated.

"I never said it didn't!" He gave her a little rumble, one that resonated through his whole body with that feline motor of his. "I actually think you're pretty neat, you know."

"Okay, okay!" The hyena threw up her hands. "Let's not get sentimental. It's technically narcissism. Now that we've been all nice, I'd like to mention how much I want to get my dick jammed in you."

"Isn't that masturbation?" he joked, setting his old toy safely aside, knowing he was going to need both hands for what was to come.

"Whatever!" She seemed to be suddenly worked into a frenzy, beyond her usual frenzy anyway, reaching down and furiously stroking at her firming cock, letting it fill up to impressive length, black flesh soon glistening with rivers of pre streaming down its throbbing length. She licked over her lips, straightening them out subtly so that a grin could become instead a snarl, just with a slight change. Her sex clenched with arousal, soon making those dark, puffed lips wet, and her rich scent filled up the leopard's senses, seeming even to invade such things as hearing and taste, so that he experienced nothing but the horny demon.

It was funny, usually a big, assertive herm made Mahiri nervous, desperate to seem as cute and agreeable as he could for fear of losing her interest. But Shirazi, he was both calm and content to tease her a little. With her, he not only knew that she truly wanted him, he knew that she wasn't exaggerating for a second when she went absolutely crazy for him. He got his hands on her stripey ass that was so nicely cradling his firm shaft, rubbing deep into the muscle there and giving her a soothing pleasure only his expert fingers could give.

Her moan reached some very deep notes, rumbling the room, her demonic nature present in almost everything she did and said. It was always just a slight bit off, as if she were simply trying to imitate a natural being. And when she snarled with lust, flashing that insane stare of hers, she seemed as if making sounds with several voices at once, the harmony both strangely melodic as it was thought-searing. He could feel the power radiating off of her, he knew that she was much more than the cackling, sex-loving creature she appeared to be, and that he was trusting her consistently inconsistent nature not to inflict some kind of eternal torture on him at any moment. Somehow, he wasn't worrying about any of these things, which might have been the first time he was in her presence without at least a little fear. He thought so anyway. For a second at least.

Even if he was still worried, it was easy to forget all sorts of problems when the hot, slick embrace of a quivering, soaked pussy was grinding against his firmed cock. Her arousal brought her to unnatural levels of wetness, and she didn't say a word of warning before she got his glistening feline prick hotly tucked under her heaving sack, tracing the moist folds of her female side, applying his own pre to the wash of sex from top to bottom. A pleasured gasp caught in his throat, and then he got his purrs going steadily, pursing his lips and half-closing his eyes. This was a rare treat, and every time he tried to rub against her or raise himself up, she snarled and slammed his shoulders into the bed, and soon his hips as well.

She wasn't concerned with buildup, and the brief conversation before sex was the closest she ever came to foreplay. Instead, she just treated him to the intense rush of pleasure that came with enveloping him in her wet folds all at once. The sheer speed that he went from rubbing on her to deeply sinking in to the very hilt, until his balls met hers and pulsed against one another, felt almost dangerous. He thumped into her hips as she came down on him with a pleasured cackle, gasping more out of surprise than pleasure, but his moans following that made up for it. It felt like it should have hurt, battering down on his hips like that, and yet he was left just staring up at the manic, curvy creature as she rode him, pulsing into her and reaching for her ass again so he could have something to hold onto.

Her teeth were shining in the moonlight coming through the window, and her eyes were ever glowing, awash with a feral violence that made it look like she wanted to destroy him with sex. Her motions didn't say otherwise either, roughly thumping down on him as she completely abandoned any semblance of rhythm or teasing in favour of driving him into her with all her might and lust. The harshness of it all was completely ignored in favour of his pleasure, his eyes shutting once more as he felt that smooth embrace sliding up and down his shaft, making him twitch and shake from just how overwhelming it was. The heavy sound of balls meeting balls was the percussion to the symphony of wet fucking, the demon a river of juices that dripped and splashed as she rode the leopard, the feeling making her snarl and giggle. Two sounds that, for a hyena, fit together just fine.

Somehow she managed to look both silly and sexy, bouncing on his cock. Her breasts wobbled about, seemingly out of control, and even with her cock at its hardest it didn't stay still as she worked her rounded hips, flailing a string of pre all around as her gear waggled about. And yet, she stared down at him with such intent, such pure, unspoken lust that made her seem more force than creature, the beast hungry for him and satisfying it in a way that had him making cute little mewls and moans, rather than anything harsh. To see such a vicious animal driving him into herself without pause was half the pleasure. And the other half was the way her pussy tightened up with each stroke downwards, the hyena wet and tight, wrapping him in that silky embrace. She didn't care about exploring, about hitting the right spot or teasing, she wanted to hump and slam at him until the both of them exploded, in one way or another.

The ravaging ride was making the leopard tense up, completely unable to control when his pleasure peaked. He could hardly even feel it building to a climax, because it was like a constant climax, being milked by the wild hyena squeezing on him and slamming his hips into the bed. Shutting his eyes even tighter, he curled his lips into a soft growl of pleasure, forced to cum into her splashing sex before he was even ready. The pleasure simply stole the seed from him, and he could hardly even focus on where he was, knowing only the feeling of spraying hotly into her insides, feeling them contract and pulse with her own juicy orgasm that left his crotch soaked while he pumped into her. He went off like a cannon, pouring forth a load that simply exploded out of him, hardly even pausing to contract and ready more. A long stream of feline cum soon filled the hyena as she savagely cackled an insane tune, her own cock spraying onto his front side, soaking him from belly to face as she leaned in to make sure he could catch some of that musky seed in his mouth. Rumbling, he swallowed it as his body slumped down.

Despite her cumming hard enough to leave him soaked all over, she was neither panting nor relaxing afterwards, instead just bouncing eagerly on his cock and making him gasp with how tender he was after such a powerful orgasm. Of course, being a feline, a moment's tenderness could quickly disappear in favour of firming up once again, ready for more whenever he needed to give it. And he wasn't for a moment going to think that she was going to let him get away without getting her cock shoved in him.

He was left yelping as she yanked herself off of him, giving him a final rub before their collective juices splattered onto his white belly. The scent was simply wonderful, smelling as smooth as her fur felt, making sure his mind didn't wander to anything that wasn't sex, as if it might in the face of her heaving body handling him roughly, forcing him to turn over onto his belly. He knew what she wanted, his tail giving an unconscious swish atop his plump, perky rump, his curvy, lean form working down in its feminine shapes towards that hefty mound of rounded, spotty cheeks. The cat was agile, toned, fit, but his womanly form rounded out to a bountiful rump, adorned with the finest of booty rosettes.

Shirazi slapped it, squeezed it, nabbed a cheek with each hand and smooshed them together, watching his big ass flex and shake slightly with the impact of each generous grope, giggling to herself. Mahiri was left nearly paralysed, so very sensitive to intimate attention there, feeling his finest when someone was enjoying his backside. He could hardly even squirm, left just sprawled out with arched back and slightly lifted tail, gripping the sheets and letting feline noise spill from his lips. She wasn't modest or gentle either, toying with his ass like putty, digging her fingers into the padding and muscle, lifting and tugging only to let go so she could watch it wiggle and bounce, the stimulating leaving the cat simply giddy with how much he was enjoying himself.

Her attentions softened for a few moments, allowing the cat to recover and slowly rise to his hands and knees, only to be pushed back down flat as she pinned him, palms firmly digging into his muscle while she breathed hotly under his tail. A whimper escaped him, knowing what was coming, but not a bad whimper. Just the sort that knew how good it was going to feel, proven right when she slathered her wet tongue against his rim, using her relentless grip to keep him exactly in place so she could slurp and enjoy his ass as hard as she possibly could. Her tongue was like a dog's, but heavier and even more generous with the drool, and the wet sound of her saliva hitting his fur and skin echoed in the room with each ferocious slurp. Every lick was one delivered like she was trying to lick right through him, the force of her tongue alone making him squeak down into the mattress.

It felt good enough that he was feeling himself filling with the hot tingle of orgasm, creeping up and making his cock feel heavier. He could have got off just from being licked and played with, but Shirazi made one final slurp and left him with the sudden absence of stimulation that was briefly disappointed. Of course, this being her, there wasn't much wait before she pounced right atop him, hardly being gentle and just throwing herself onto his back to slam him into the bed as if she were wrestling him. He was pinned under her generous curves all of a sudden, feeling her deadly teeth playfully toying about with the back of his neck and getting a rumbling reaction even if she was just teasing. She was acting both playful as well as forceful, but he had no doubts of what she wanted.

Mahiri barely had time to get his tail out of the way, arched to the side and pulled a bit taut so its underside complimented his well-licked rim, making way for her pulsing, fattened cock to jab in there recklessly. She was nicely slick, with a bit of his own saliva, plenty of pre, lingering cum, and she knew just how he liked it anyway. Which was good, because it still shocked him when she slammed her hips down like she was attacking him, taking him from squirming and turned on to completely stuffed full in an instant. Once more their balls got snug together, though this time it was from behind, and she spent plenty of time rubbing hers on his while she lubed up his insides with her excessive wetness.

"I don't even have to ask if this is how you like it," she snickered. "Because I'm going to keep you down, hold you still, and stuff that fat ass of yours until you can't even hold any more cum in you..."

He gave a soft exhalation, knowing that she would hold true to her word. The more he tried to actually move and do something for her, the harder she restrained him, her strength far beyond what she should have had on a relatively light frame, aided by the supernatural. He couldn't get up, he couldn't slide a knee under himself to brace for impact. All he could do was stretch his form out and roll his hips, bumping that spotted butt into her bouncing balls, feeling her grinding on his sensitive insides, the feeling travelling right down his legs to his toes when she put pressure on just the right spot, every time.

"And I love seeing you all stretched out, pulled all taut... such a pretty bitch squeezing tight on me." When she talked dirty, it didn't have that lightly joking tone others had. She was hardly trying to sound sexy so much as just saying what was on her mind, in words that she would use normally. "Gives me an idea..."

"Uh oh..." he whispered, his voice mostly a lost cause, and forming a sentence but a dream. It was never a small thing when she had a good enough idea to announce it first.

There was a sudden tightness around his wrists, a faint clatter of metal as something not there a moment ago suddenly came into existence. The shackles were unnaturally warm to the touch, not hot, but surprisingly comfortable on his bare fur. Same with those that were soon around his ankles, not giving him any discomfort even as they were pulled taut, latched to bedposts he didn't even have before and stretching out his purring form to the fullest. Not quite so tight that he was strained or unable to move at all, but when her fingers ran up his spine and down his sides, she felt his muscles at their tightest, stretched out and put to use, so that his pretty frame was shown off in all its feminine glory and her cock could push under his tail as deep as she could go, balls kissed right up against the underside of his rim. That way, he could feel every single little throb that passed through her dick, along with those that weren't so little.

"And now, you need lube. This isn't going to be gentle."

She was supremely confident, knowing exactly what she wanted from him as if she'd been rehearsing the night beforehand. When she said lube, she meant the natural kind, giving three hard, bed-shaking humps into him and growling briefly as she shot a few spurts of demon seed in his ass, filling him with a creamy warmth that spread throughout his body. A single cumshot for her was hardly something to write home about, though she still huffed in pleasure for a few seconds, rubbing herself around inside him to make sure he was slick all over.

The leopard's own cock dripped pre on the sheets as he wiggled in his binds, unable to alter anything but keeping those muscles flexing around the demon's deeply-nestled dick, and he couldn't even find sounds beyond a shaky yelp as she bit at the scruff of his neck, holding it in her skull-crushing jaws and keeping him submissive, while one hand wrapped around his chest and the other snatched at the top of his head, taking a handful of his crimson hair and tugging on it. It was everything he liked, all at once, and she knew. Even if she was at her lustiest, taking him without mercy, he felt like she was doing it all special for him, getting every detail just right, making sure it felt as good as possible. It was both heartwarming and going to make him cum his brains out.

Mahiri had a rump built for pounding, but the pace Shirazi swiftly built up to was beyond simply rough, soon thumping into brutal territory. Once he was pumped full, she started with a slow, grinding hump, the wet slosh of cum loud and drawn out. She made sure to get every single inch she had lubed up and immersed in his warmth as she stroked down, her big balls gently bouncing on his. When it came to momentum, she wasn't exactly the sort to let it gradually build so much as she just decided she had plenty and launched into an assault on his hind end, snarling in his ear and biting his scruff hard enough to make him flinch before lifting her ass high and starting to catapult herself into him. All at once, after a brief bit of teasing, she was fucking him like she wanted to slam him down through two stories to the first floor.

The chains shook noisily as his body was rocked, but they held tight, ensuring that every single monstrous blow to his backside impacted him fully. Somehow she was able to use almost her entire shaft in a single stroke, ramming from tip to base and not sparing him that wickedly pleasurable grind of sack to sack even as she made huge lunges onto him. He couldn't tell, but it probably looked ludicrous the way she was bouncing on him, which of course wasn't unlike her at all. Sensitive and experienced enough to enjoy the harshest examples of anal, he was in sheer bliss with that vicious pounding, the cackle-snarling hyena getting it just right so that the impact shook his whole body without actually causing him any pain. It was one thing to enjoy getting fucked in the ass, it was another for every single motion of her hips to leave him yelping in pleasure, sounding so cutely feminine to her ears that she giggled mid-fuck but never slowed down.

A particularly big lunge ended with her collapsing down onto his body, the whole of her weight on him as she rapidly thrust a few inches back and forth, going at an unceasingly fast pace while her cock twitched and tightened. The fast-firing humps got that leopard's ass bouncing, just perfect for her to cum into, spraying forth a copious spurt much thicker than the first she'd put into him, pouring deep enough that he could feel it sloshing right up towards his belly, leaving him feeling vaguely bloated and engorged with the cream filling. A yowl escaped him as he cummed all over the sheets, soaking himself from belly to chest and marinating in it when the binds didn't loosen in the slightest, leaving him to rumble and shake happily with the hyena still keeping him exactly where she wanted him.

Sloppy seconds were never enough for her, and she had big things after all. She'd broken plenty of words before, but this one, it seemed, she was going to hold true to. There was no need for a pause, she didn't soften or grow tender after cumming hard, and she was neither panting nor visibly fatigued in any way. Such were demons. Now that he was soaked inside with her cum, even a slight movement of her cock inside him sent rivers running down between his cheeks and over his balls, the wet sounds all the louder than before. There was no time for a break, no warning of her continued lust but for how hard she stayed, and she yanked herself back with an outpouring of seed just so that she could plunge into him all over again.

Now the leopard was tired, his jaws open as he softly gasped for air, his muscles slumping so that even those tight chains couldn't hold him as taut anymore. Shirazi relented at least a little by loosening those binds, keeping him from straining himself when he had burned up so much energy already. She did wake him from sleep after all. But when she saw the way her plunge into him made her cum splash out in a uneven splatter all over his ass, painting those yellow and spotted cheeks with shades of white, making the fur mat down and glisten as the thickest globs of seed slid down his curves, leaving only a watery sheen behind, she couldn't bear to stop or even slow down. She had to paint that kitty.

Mahiri, despite behind worn out and overstimulated, wouldn't have voiced any complaints if he could. She knew his limits, and she knew he liked having them pushed a little too, so when the last one left him ready to slump down and sleep, the feeling of her just not being done no matter how tired he was kept him purring, and got him throbbing to full again in a minute or so. Shirazi cackled with delight as she painted him just by splashing his assful of seed out with each strike down, the musky scents of sex at their strongest while he bathed in his own seed and got decorated with hers. Even while the other muscles of his body weakened, he still kept that round ass flexing and squeezing on her, keeping himself tight, giving a hard massage.

The hyena kept rapidly reaming him, using him like a toy more than anything as she gave her all to him, and he could feel each impact flowing up through his body so that even his scalp tingled, his shaft pulsing again and readying another load even when he felt like he couldn't possibly stay conscious through another release. His bottom half was getting wetter each second, the demon's cum rolling down the inside of his thighs and filling up the valley between his ass cheeks.

Each push into him was making him sink deeper into the haze of sheer delight that he was nearing, feeling almost like he was melting into a rumbling puddle there underneath her, kept exactly in position so that she could plunge forth with sheer carelessness and give them both nothing but ecstasy. He could feel her spurt into him again, but he wasn't even sure if she was cumming this time. The heat and wetness had become so much, it was all a blur, thrusts blending into one. He didn't even know it was coming when he suddenly burst into a snarl, cumming once again, spreading the sweltering puddle farther while he bucked and jerked about in his bindings, his ass going back at the hyena just as hard as she was going at him. It didn't stop, his body going into overdrive, sending out every drop he had and and would have, soaking everything underneath him. Mostly himself.

Somewhere in the rush of it all she pulled out from him and started grinding on his ass, clenched between the cheeks, growling as she painted him down even more. His front and ass were soaked, now there was just his back, which she liberally painted in gushing hyena seed, playing connect the dots with his markings for a few splatters before it all became one big juicy mess weighing him down with the sheer size of it. It soaked right into his fur, his skin, leaving him hardly able to tell what was on the outside and what was inside him anymore. She humped his butt a few times and then spanked him, the layer of cum there splashing noisily, the air filling up with her giggles as well as her scent.

Those chains melted away just in time for him to utterly collapse, out of breath as well as everything else, slumping and curling up a little. She wasn't afraid to get wet, curling herself in almost snakelike fashion around and tucking both arms around his chest. Her teeth went to his ear, nibbling away, and she seemed to murr a little, or something along those lines. Maybe imitating his purrs.

This wasn't the time for whimpered statements of awe or adoration. He had come to expect this from her. Mind-blowing sex at a moment's notice, and a whole lot of her delicious scent worked into his fur for at least a week, it was just what she did. Even so, he felt like this one was different. Pushing his head up under her chin and rubbing against her chest, he waited until he could catch his breath and then murmured up at her affectionately.

"So, do you love me now or something? " He smiled, mostly teasing, but he meant well.

She snickered in high-pitched tone. "Ahh, I knew this would be a bad idea. Next time it's rape night."

That was probably no empty threat, but his usual caution around her was oddly absent. She was a lawless demon with no small amount of psychosis, but she was -his- demon! He ended up giggling, especially when he realized that whole ordeal was her idea of a romantic night.

"Love you too, evil crazy me." He smooched her cheek, having to make an effort just to get his head close to hers, with muscles so exhausted. It was funny, by nature alone she was supposed to be a threat to him, something that knew his every weakness and was devoid of all his good qualities and morality. She used to terrify him, but recently she'd been little more than a nuisance, and now, he was pretty sure she was genuine about wanting to be his friend. With all the frightening prospects being a demon's friend came with. Even so, he could get used to having her around more.

"You're killing me. Get yourself to sleep, spottybutt. Writer wants a sweet ending on this one. He owes me."

Mahiri wasn't entirely sure he understood her, as usual, and it was probably best he didn't try. Sleep though, that he could do, and she was as warm as any saner creature might be, and tonight at least was only modestly more likely than the average person to violate him in his sleep. That wasn't bad at all.