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The helpless female lynx opened her eyes wide, breathing in hot huffy breaths as the witch slowly used both hands to slowly push the fish's broad head into the cat's abused yet still virgin folds. The cat's vaginal lips stretched and stretched around its ever widening head. Everything about her female sex was hyper-sensitive. The lips, the walls.... and deeper inside which had yet to be breached. Even her tail. Her nerves were exquisitely sensitive to touch, as if she could feel every single nerve having its own mini orgasm from the slightest of abuse. She could practically feel every minute detail in texture of the scaled animal that violated her.

The lynx's inner walls stretched lewdly around the burbot's snout, ever more tightly as it pushed its way in deeper. She could feel every variation as her lips and walls were stretched and rubbed from the inside. The bony jaws, the nostrils, the characteristic whiskers on the chin... they all abraded her sensitive flesh as they slowly rubbed as the inner confines got tighter and tighter. It didn't help that the fish intermittently thrashed in panic, sending a rush of unwanted pleasure from the cat's loins

The fish's head wasn't even a third of the way in, only a fraction of its girth, when the witch stopped and held the fish in place for several moments. As always, the witch had a thing for silent but effective drama. Not only to did it give the fish the closest view of the tight wet folds before being forced in, but it allowed the lynx one last chance to look in its terrified eyes, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop it. The fact it felt so unbelievably erotic only added to the absolute humiliation.

Finally the fish advanced further, its beady eyes forcing their way under the tight vaginal lips, forming a momentary bulge as they wedged underneath, a small bit of the lynx's juices oozing out. The lynx kicked her legs in angry desperation, able to feel that tiniest increase in pressure, knowing that it was her own poor fiance's eyes pushing into her, stimulating her tight inner lips.

The steady penetration continued. Wider and wider, tighter and tighter. Reaching so many heights of pleasure that the lynx had never known before. Another inch... followed by another. Every squirm. Every slight rotation. Every detail she could feel. The eyes. The gills as they snapped underneath her ridiculously stretched folds. Her sensitive nerves lit up like crazy when the fish's pair of webbed and bony pectoral fins forced their way into her, just as the fish's body neared its widest. Her lips were stretched so tight barely any fluid was able to out around the invading body.

Deeper the living dildo went, exposing more and more of her inner walls to the tight abrasive caresses. Deeper and deeper. More pleasure. More unwanted jolts of pleasure. The lynx moaned, if cats could moan, as the burbot's elongated dorsal fin now rubbed and grinded against her swollen clitoral head as it now entered the canal. Deeper and deeper. One more inch. So many nerves seemingly climaxing at once, over and over again.

The witch continued her onward march, the fish now halfway into her victim. The lynx's jaws suddenly dropped down, tongue lolling out, as the long dorsal fin, still abrading her mound, now reached her g-spot. The pleasure was like lighting one after another, as the rough fin scratched the flesh of the extra concentrated bundle of nerves there. The lynx cried, overcome from the pleasureful sensations ten times even more intense than before. Drool now dripped down her open maw, mixing with the sexual fluids gathered in her crotch just beneath her face. She hardly even flinched when the the witch took the opportunity to gather a palmful of her juices and rub it directly on her tongue.

Finally the penetration stopped, allowing a moment of respite from the assault of pleasure. The lynx could feel a bump against the end of her canal, as the fish's snout pressed against her cervix and could go no further. She could also feel the slight bumps tight against her deepest walls as well, well aware of the horror that they were the eyes of the fish... deep in there, in the moist darkness of her abused sex. The lynx looked down between her legs and saw the lewd sight swollen outer walls as she was filled to capacity, now only several inches of tail flapping weakly out of her. The lynx looked up and saw the witch. Staring at her. Staring at her with a mischievous grin.

The helpless cat watched in horror, kicking her legs uselessly, as the witch grabbed the fish by the muscular tail and pulled back slightly. She screamed in alarm as the spines of the backwards facing fins now dug into her flesh... her mound.. her g-spot, the eyes scraping against her deepest walls. The fish pushed back in. Then out again, making the cat howl in a rush of pleasure yet again.

The witch continued pulling and pushing the fish at and increasing pace, twisting as well, allowing the fins to rake at her most sensitive areas without mercy. The whites of the cat's eyes showed as she panted and unwillingly thrusted her hips in rhythm. Not only did the sensations build, but they seemed to add together, to the point she mentally begged for the climax. More and more pleasure, far more than she had could have imagined. She panted and drooled, squealed like a whore, and the fish was twisted, pulled, pushed, and writhed inside her. In and out. Twisting this way and that. Setting off every pleasure cell inside her.

It was only after several more minutes of this crescendoing cascade of sexual stimulation that the lynx finally felt herself coming over the edge.

She screamed a bestial howl of ecstasy as her vaginal walls contracted and writhed around the body inside her, trying to pull it deeper and deeper into her. A gush of her own juices shot out from the pressure, shooting out and splashing her inside her own mouth. Another squirt followed by another, her walls spasming in rhythm with her unnaturally long orgasm.

She moaned again in this suspended climax. It was more a plateau than a climax, with each successive pulse being as if another orgasm washing over her, over and over again.

The mind numbing pleasure continued on, the lynx now howling like a dog, unawares of how long her orgasm would last.

Her first orgasm as a female. Her first of many.