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In another life, Thetral might have ruled with patience, mercy, and generosity. For a few weeks. Perhaps she might have called herself mistress of some muddy backwater and reigned supreme over a few dozen dusty labourers. But that never would have satisfied a dragoness of her particular ambitions. She knew how to truly reign, how to seize control and spread her dominion until it had burgeoned into a powerful, loyal empire. And no small part of that was the fear she sowed upon the lands, and in all who served and obeyed her.

No small part of that fearsome reputation came from the tales many told of what went on in her private chambers. The servants had taken to unofficially referring to such sessions as "feeding time." But most of them believed it must have been an exaggeration, a dark mystery shared among them based on that air of dangerous mystery that their mistress gave off. Most of them were fairly certain it wasn't literal – it couldn't be possibly be what it sounded like. Yet no one ever spoke of it from first-hand experience. It almost seemed like no one ever came back.

The dragoness was tired of listening to reports and briefings all day, rising from her seat and making a sharp gesture to her personal guard. The strongest warriors in all the land, the satyress and naga moved swiftly to follow her command. None could stand up to those two towering women as they stomped and slithered their way to the servants' chambers to gather up some suitable boys to present before the mistress. It was evident she had a type as her many devotees lined up for the two amazonians. All those lean, soft males shared similar builds and demeanours, being meek, shy, feminine, pretty. Such traits endured even across species lines.

Eventually the two guards, after some quiet deliberations between them, came up with a gathering of five offerings who seemed to fit nicely. A mix and match among various mammalian species, they picked out two sultry calico cats of matching fur patterns, two fluffy grey wolves, and one dark-haired, blue-eyed, pale-skinned human for a bit of smoothness to contrast all the fur. They hardly had to say a word to lead them on their way. Those servants knew there was no refusing such a calling. They walked in unison, exchanging nervous glances with each other, but not daring say a single word.

Thetral was waiting in her bedroom. Simply striding down the hall to approach it, the boys fought off the urge to simply slip into a state of awe. There were treasures displayed along the corridor collected from the entire world. The greatest belongings of a dozen conquered kingdoms, glittering and golden or encrusted with invaluable rubies. Sceptres once held by respected kings, the ceremonial weapons of the most honoured warriors and knights. All of them taken by the dragoness, left casually on display as a monument to her dominance of the world over. They could have reached out and touched them, but of course they didn't even think of doing such a thing. The guards behind them urged them onward if they slowed down for a moment, ensuring they couldn't become too distracted by the mistress' museum of wealth and conquest.

There was only one door between them and the mistress. Even with the shoving and grunting of disapproval from behind when they stopped, they collectively took a moment to brace themselves for the dragoness who waited on the other side. It wasn't that they'd never seen her in the flesh before. But this was going to be different. They were going to be so much closer, attending directly to her needs. Whatever that actually happened to be. That air of ominous ambiguity still hung heavy over the five of them, like a dark cloud, shadowing all their excitement with worry.

The guards opened the door slowly after giving a distinct three-part knock, and all at once the scent of their mistress spilled over them. The servant boys were shaken, their knees weakening or even outright buckling. The cats held onto each other, softly mewling. The canines wagged their tails. And as for the lone human, he simply stood nibbling his lip, shifting his eyes from side to side before just breathing deep and stepping forth. He ended up leading the pack so to speak, the rest of the servants following his example as they pushed tentatively into the chamber, bathing in the warmth of dragoness musk swimming all around them.

It immediately had an effect on them. They walked more smoothly, confidently, rubbing their thighs together as they shuffled, dipping their heads down. Submitting before they even saw her. She waited on her bedside, sitting in a regal pose fully nude before them all. The guards closed the door behind the boys and set up outside, ensuring the night's activities would go on without any interruptions. Nobody knew exactly where to be standing, what they ought to have been doing. They were breathing a little faster, exchanging glances, trying not to let panic set in as that moment of uncertainty lingered.

Thetral glistened meanwhile. She had worked up a considerable sweat throughout the day's activities, being a dragoness of such considerable inner heat. Their eyes drifted to her two by two, cautiously looking her over at first. Taking in her feminine curves, her many breasts, her imposing muscle. And eventually, when she didn't seem to dislike such looks, they collectively let their gazes drift downwards. Thetral graced them with a soft smile when she heard them gasping. One and then another, each of the five cute boys awed by the sight of her puffy cunt, her fattened clit, all nestled in a forest of dark hair above a pair of plump purple balls. Surely such simple servants had never even imagined such a wonder in their entire lives.

When their indecisiveness endured, she finally beckoned to them. They snapped to attention, clinging to her every word as she rumbled her orders.

"That's enough looking. I want you all bare and on your knees. I will decide who ends up where."

They did as she told so quickly some of them hurt their knees a little. Not that they complained, suppressing even a whimper on impact with the cool stone floor. Thetral rose to her full height, casting her candlelight shadow upon them, and paced back and forth, considering each one of them in turn. She clicked her tongue as she went, but didn't say anything of them in particular, simply leaving them to wonder if she approved or not. Finally, she took a seat once more.

"Very good. My guards have chosen well tonight. A most satisfying smorgasbord." She licked elaborately over her lips as she said such, producing slight but visible flinches from some of them. Mostly the cats. Rather than comment on that, she went on. "You are all experiencing a great honour and privilege by being here. I am sure you know that already. By way of giving thanks, you will worship and clean me. Show me what your tongues can do."

There was again that pause, that looking to each other, waiting for someone to move first. Nobody wanted to be the one to make the first mistake. They didn't want to be made into an example of what happened when someone displeased her. Finally, the human swallowed and took a deep breath. He dropped even lower to the ground, finding the place where the cock-like tip of her tail rested, and brought his tongue to tenderly stroke across its surface. Working up from there, he took things slow, making sure his attention was thorough, swiping away the great thick beads of musky dragoness sweat that clung to her scales, drinking them right down where they didn't simply smear over his soft, feminine face.

That was the inspiration the other boys needed. The wolves moved right after, sinking down low to work their impressively wet tongues upon her feet. There was plenty of sweat accumulated there, plenty for them to swipe off and consume as they meticulously cleaned between every single toe. As potent as her flavour was, they didn't hesitate. They didn't dare. Nor did they need to. Not when they were rewarded for every slurp with a mind-breaking, intoxicating, perfectly tantalizing dragoness musk fresh from her very skin.

The only ones to actually hesitate were the felines. Those matching cats looked to each other in sync, as if one might have had an idea of what to do, and where to start that the other didn't. Neither of them showed any particularly initiative, and of course the mistress noticed. They were increasingly bracing themselves, flinching when she so much as spoke, expecting punishment to come their way for their indecision.

"Sweet cats. I understand you are nervous. But there is no need. Come close. Right here."

She ran her fingers down her chest and hips, gesturing for them to come right up alongside her. They again were hesitant, but weren't about to refuse a direct order like that. Climbing up together, they took one side each, swiftly finding themselves beneath powerful arms as she stretching the four of them out and took the felines in her grasp. They squirmed some, still unable to shed that nervousness. So she was just going to have to do the moving for them, even if it startled them.

They yelped out together as she raised her arms and wrapped them tightly around their heads, shoving hard to force them up into the sweltering, soaked confines of her armpits. They were soaked in an instant, pulling back as they were smothered in that especially musky spot, sweat rolling down their features, mussing their fur and smoothing it to their faces. They had nothing to breathe but pure dragoness scent, their senses dulling as they were overwhelmed by the arousing bombardment.

From squirming and struggling to free themselves, their chests heaving as they fought to breathe any actual air, they started to calm with time. Those pheromones worked through their senses almost magically. Maybe it really was a little subtle spell that took over their brains, that wiped away any panic, any possible thought of doing anything but obeying her. They slumped some, not passing out, but rather just submitting. And when she released them, their expressions had shifted from nervousness to a narrow-eyed, sultry, intoxicated state of lust and subservience. It didn't take long of inhaling nothing but their mistress to change their minds completely, rendering them down into a duller, mores suggestible state.

"That's better. Now let's get you down on your knees," she softly cooed. "You two are lucky. Not every servant gets to lick my pussy."

They didn't take long to get the idea, sinking down right between her powerful thighs, brushing up against the canines slurping beside them. Moving as they did, totally in unison, and with their matching calico tone, they couldn't have been anything but brothers. Perhaps even twins. Which made it all the more pleasant for her to have those matching feline tongues working smoothly over her sex, working those lips and that clit in alternating strokes of a sandpapery texture along the sensitive, puffed lips that dripped there for them both.

Their licks grew faster, indulging themselves on her flavour as they served her, sucking down her juices and hardly paying any attention to what was actually happening before their very eyes. All their attention was awakening something, and not simply the contractions of growing pleasure. The lips of her labia were enlarging to something more than simply puffed, engorging and swelling into that proper maw. Opening wide right in front of their collective muzzles, she pointed a finger at one of them. Then the other, back and forth, a little game of eeny-meeny as she considered which of them she desired most. They both were so perfectly soft, so easily broken down into loyal servants. She didn't even know their names, and so she simply picked the one who licked slightly slower.

In a juicy flash of movement, that fully formed cuntmaw gaped forth and snapped like a hungering plant, or perhaps a metal trap for animals but not quite as harsh. It was immediately immersing one of the felines' heads and sucking it inside right down to his throat. The other didn't gasp, even seeing the consumption process starting right there on his own sibling. He looked to the side, briefly stunned by what was happening to his own flesh and blood. Then he cast his eyes up to the dragoness, and the misty gaze he gave her said all he needed to say. He knew he shouldn't have simply let this happen, that there ought to have been some compulsion from within him that kept him from simply staying passive and subservient even once those squelching lips were crawling up along the cat's neck, messily moving on to his shoulders.

It was an honour to be fed to the great mistress, to be immersed in her most intimate of musk and tastes, and even the feline being consumed knew it. His initial shock melted down into purring submission, his body relaxing as she slurped him right up, clench by clench. She kneaded hard over his slender body, nearly chewing upon him as she sucked him up into her oversized pussy, the walls clamping and bulging around his feminine form as he vanished between her thighs. The pressure was tight, but she didn't do him any damage, keeping him intact and whole as she swallowed him up into her cunt. A soft sigh and rumble from within of pleasure and the process sped up with every single clench of her muscles. He was going to be [i]hers[/i], and no one could stop her. Nor would they try.

The other cat leaned close, stroking his claws down his brother's spine, whispering to him.

"You're going to be part of our mistress, brother. I wish I could join you. Maybe I'll be fortunate enough that she'll still have room for me when she's done with you."

Though he wasn't actually speaking directly to her, Thetral picked up on his quiet words as clearly as if they were shouted. She graced him with a pleased smile.

"Of course I shall, dear feline. It would be a shame to break up the set now wouldn't it? You will simply need to be patient while my body deals with him and puts him where he's meant to be. In the meantime, why not give him a little push? Not that I need the assistance, of course."

She simply wanted to see if the cat would really do it, if he was so suitably broken in by a minute or two of musking that he'd actively help in getting his brother devoured. And of course he would. He didn't even think twice. Just planted his hands right upon those squirmy paws as the other feline got immersed up to his waist in dripping dragon pussy-maw, and shoved against those pads. A slick, sloppy sound and she had fully enveloped him, slurping right up over his toes and the twitching tip of his tail. A spatter of juices came as those engorged lips smacked back together, hitting the other cat right in the face hard enough to startle him. But after he recovered, he was just purring, smiling meekly, and slowly swishing his tail, loving the sight of his sibling all wrapped up in the womb of his mistress.

When the remaining feline didn't immediately move to do so, she just took him by the wrists and guided his hands to start rubbing at her lower belly. He could feel the shape of his twin shifting there as the heavy glorps began. Already growing intense and frequent, they were dire sounds of impending digestion, that solid form of the feline slowly melting down and being absorbed with every mighty churn. Her womb knew prey when it felt it, and was immediate in its response to start the process of making him her own. Every clench was another breath squeezed out of him, another part of his fleshy form turn into something more liquefied, assaulting his senses with her most potent of pheromones as he happily writhed there towards his demise.

"Good boy. I will consume and absorb him, and then it will be your turn. Keep rubbing," she instructed the cat and then looked down to the rest of her servants. They sensed her gaze upon them and returned her look, eyes wide, attentive.

"Now," she began, smacking her lips. "I am, of course, not fully satisfied with merely one of you. Who wishes to be my next honoured meal?"

The cat looked eager, glassy-eyed, but it wasn't his turn yet. She patiently waited several seconds for a volunteer from the canines or the human, but none of them spoke up. They exchanged glances just like the cats, and she eventually tsked, tapping her lip with a raised claw.

"Hm. No one? Do not think you are not worthy of such a treatment. You were all selected for a reason. But if that's how it shall be, then I will simply have to make the decision for myself."

She waved her extended finger over the three others as if casting a spell, considering each of their properties in turn. The wolves, with their thick tongues having left her feet so much cleaner than they began. Drooled upon, certainly, but that was to be expected. But then there was that sweet, blue-eyed human, looking up to her with his fresh face, all rosy-cheeked and innocent. Yes, she had to have him. And she was going to ensure he had a good time being consumed. Even if he might not have immediately realized it.

Her tail moved as if it had a mind of its own, whipping about, serpentine. It startled that sweet boy who had been licking it so devotedly, arching this way and that before zeroing in on her target. The tip opened up broadly, a gaping maw all of its own, and then it struck with all the ferocity of a cobra. The boy hadn't grown fully aroused in the process of servicing her, but once that tailcock had clamped upon his semi-firm shaft he was hardening rapidly. Whimpering as well, his hips bucking and shaking involuntarily as she latched on tight and began to suck. He was fully engorged within seconds, and in seconds more he was flailing his arms about as orgasm shocked him mute. He couldn't even properly moan as cum burst forth from his shaft, gulped down by that greedy tail as it gushed out of his overly rigid shaft.

It wouldn't stop. He couldn't scream, couldn't even properly gasp as she drained him of his every essence. It was more than simply just his cum. He was shooting [i]himself[/i out of his cock, all of it forced out by that relentlessly pleasuring that came with her squeezing upon his engorged shaft. His features were frozen in a silent, gaping cry. In time, his features began to fade. The look within his eyes went empty, mindless. His body slumped and grew thinner, emaciated. She was sucking him dry, one clench at a time, stealing his very essence from within him and claiming it for her own body. Every time her tail swallowed, he was a little less.

As she worked upon him, the cat inside her was coming to an end. Barely even a solid object anymore, his features and his fur alike had melted down into something more digestible. Something smooth and sloshy for her to absorb into her womb and claim as her prey. And of course, everything that didn't simply become a part of her went jostling all about within her womb, melted down into a hefty load of cum. She could have gushed it right out in that cute cat's face with simply the right flex of her muscles, but instead she simply took him by the back of the head and began to use him like a toy, grinding his face against her lips and clit. Every stroke of his sodden fur made that nub grow a little more, until it had firmed up and extended to a throbbing size bigger than the cocks of any of her servants.

She was confident she could have done right about anything to that cat without him protesting. Probably could have asked him to do anything too, but she didn't have the time or the patience for asking. Not when she was horny and pulsing like that. So instead, she simply took what she wanted. Grasping him by the shoulders and arms with her four hands, she forcefully turned him around as she dragged him to the the bed with her. It was tempting to stop and tell him how very lucky he was to be one of the rare few who was mounted by the mistress. But in her present state of arousal, she was beyond speaking.

Dragging the human along with her, still attached by the cock, still sucking him dry all the while, she pinned down that soft feline and stuffed her clit right up between the tender cheeks of his rear. Such an ample, feminine backside she had. Perfect to fuck with her soaking wet clit, shoved hard beneath his tail and penetrating him all in one smooth, forceful motion until she bottomed out. The noises he made were purely feral. Heated, sharp yowling like a cat outside the window at night. Only fitting that he would sound so female when she started fucking him like he was one.

Lubricated by her ravenous arousal, that clit easily slid back and forth inside of him, plunging to its base, mashing her pussy up against his butt only to withdraw and pound back in again. She wasn't being gentle, rutting him like she were trying to breed him, faintly rumbling and growling above him. It sounded like a threatening noise, but it was more simply her pleasure, her approval. His cheeks were blazing hot, both from the experience, and from the knowledge that his body was pleasing his mistress so well. Even if he was being fucked so hard he could barely feel his legs anymore, pinned so tightly beneath her weight, only the softness of her royal bed keeping him from being crushed.

She wasn't doing it for his pleasure, only for her own, and so she didn't hold back. Nor did she edge herself. She was already at her peak, and when she felt it pass the point of no return, she bottomed out with a harsh, spanking thrust that nearly put him through the bed. But it was built to last, even if he wasn't. With a ferocious roar that left the ears of all those in the room ringing for several seconds, rumbling right out the door so the two towering guards outside could feel it in their bones, she came. And it was an instant flood, all that pressure, all that pleasure worked up from the process of digesting the feline pouring out all at once in a messy splatter of femjuices that absolutely soaked his brother with all that remained of him.

That other cat could only faintly mewl, inaudible above the torrent of juices hitting his short-furred body. He was more than simply drenched, running the risk of drowning as those fluids pooled up around him, soaking into his every detail, getting into his every orifice until it was as much a part of him as his own fur. All he could do was pant hard, drooling even, fucked to a state he barely even noticed his own cock adding a comparatively miniscule spurt to the mess. There was simply nothing that he could do to prevent such a spurt, forced out of his body by the pleasure. Or maybe just by the scent alone.

Thetral clicked her lips and glanced back at the human attached to her tail once her orgasm died down. She smiled to see how much progress she'd made. There was barely anything left of him. He'd gone pale, and tremendously thin, emaciated to the point of being barely more than skin and bones, quite literally. Increasingly hollow as she drank him from the inside, squeezing and squeezing until he'd cummed out his very being for her. But he couldn't have complained. Where his own ordinary orgasms might have been a few seconds of that blissful peak, this had been several minutes straight of climax, never dying down for a second. He probably couldn't even think anymore after being bombarded by pleasure his brain was never even meant to process.

"Very good work," she told him, looking into his eyes, but barely getting a reaction back. "Of course, there is always more to give your mistress."

She pulled herself out of the cat, rising once more. Her body still hungered, still needed more. Though the cat was at least partly mentally broken, the urge to obey her was as inherent to him as survival instinct. So when she tapped his shoulder, he urgently rolled himself over, looking up at her with bright cat eyes that were only partly seeing. And then he wasn't seeing much of anything as she lowered her swollen sex right down on his face with a slick squish of juices, flicking off in all directions on impact.

As she began to envelop his muzzle, she withdrew her tail from around that human's cock. It was just as thin as him by then, a small, shrunken down shaft that wasn't anything to boast about. She wasn't done with him yet. There was no more use for him after he'd been drained of everything like that. Only a meal. And so she raised her tail high, posing like a scorpion, and plunged it down upon him. He was enveloped as swiftly as the feline, and from there she could simply relax and let her body perform its natural functions. And that was consuming those who served her, sustaining herself on their devoted bodies.

Her cunt clenched, her tail gobbled at the shrunken human. He was barely there anymore, so very easy to slurp right up. Even the bulge he made was modest, slithering up into her tail as it sucked on him. Everything she was taking from him was going to her balls, making them fill out, swell, sag. The remaining servants, those two canines, had long since ceased their slurping, sitting there at the foot of her bed gazing up at her with that expression she had come to know so well. It was more than just awe, but rather a mix of fear, arousal, and nearly religious reverence as they watched her work. As frightened of the thought of being next as they were turned on by it.

The human schlurped up into her bulging tail with a smattering of juices, while the feline's legs wriggled and curled, kicking in pleasure. He was vanishing just like his brother, ensuring Thetral completed the set in her slopping, drooling cuntmaw, wrapped up all tight around his features until only his toes remained. Her body worked fast, especially when assisted by gravity. No more mewling. There was only the wet squish of her womb clamping around his soft feline features, kneading him down to juices one gurgle at a time. Rubbing over her belly with two hands, and jostling her balls with a third, she sighed out as she sat back, briefly allowing herself to relax completely while those males absorbed into her body. All used up for her pleasure and gone, just like that.

She was getting bigger. It wasn't a process of thickening like with regular food. She wasn't growing chubby, but merely stronger. Those servants hadn't exactly been impressive specimens, but her body knew how to convert them. She was becoming visibly more muscular, the sweat pouring down her enhanced body to emphasize the changes while she licked over her lips and rubbed at the dwindling shapes that remained of her most recent meals. A few faint bulges, smoothing over, melting down, until they had been completely absorbed. There wasn't a single trace of them left, merely the trophy of their forms upon her bulk.

She offered those wolves a smile. They could have been statues with how little they were moving.

"I am sure you have enjoyed the show so far, dears. And I am quite confident when I ask, you will agree to join with me, free of struggle. What greater purpose could servants like you have than to pleasure your mistress?"

They both eagerly nodded, and her smile grew a little wider, showing some fang.

"Very good boys. I believe you deserve a reward. Why don't I offer you your first choice of where you wish to be? You may choose any part of my great body. I can consume you in ways you could not even imagine."

Placing such a decision in their hands was almost cruel of her. Worse than anything she'd done to those three other melted males. They gritted their teeth nervously, writhing where they knelt before their goddess. Neither of them immediately answered, only amplifying the silent tension the longer it went on. Thetral simply basked in it, savouring their emotions, smiling gently to them but leaving just enough of a hint of danger in her eyes for them to know they needed to come to a conclusion.

Finally, one of the wolves gestured hesitantly to her breasts. He spoke as if the words were painful just to say, expecting some sort of punishment for uttering any single one of them.

"May I become one with your breasts, mistress? Is that ... it that possible?"

"Of course it is. I am your mistress. Anything you can imagine, I can make it true."

She offered her one of her hands to him and he took it, slowly guided up towards her chest so that she could lock him into a tight embrace. All four arms then, wrapped around him, pressing his naked body up to the curve of her breasts, right up into his cleavage. First his chest, but she got him lower, closer, tighter. Until is muzzle was stuffed up against her, smothered in the sweat that glistened there, taking in her scent. Every moment he spent there melted away his resistance, his fear, and his sense of self preservation.

He didn't even react much when she started consuming him. Sucking him right in, absorbing him directly, little by little. It was a smooth, efficient process of converting him. Some of that squirming wolf became some extra heft and weight upon her breasts. Never sagging them, but rather puffing them up even larger, rounded upon her chest, adorning her body like a trophy before he had even fully vanished. What parts of him didn't contribute to the enhancement of her breastflesh instead became the milk that sloshed within them, already trickling out of her perked nipples to run faintly down his remaining fur. But there wasn't much of him left. From an embrace, to a squeeze, to smothering him in her cleavage, and she had already almost completely claimed him.

That meant the other wolf had run out of time. She looked down to him over the curled toes of his brethren. While not his brother, he had to have felt something seeing another wolf like him taken with such ease. Pack predators had nothing on the dragoness. And it was time for him to make a decision, or she was going to make it for him. So he finally just licked his lips, and leaned in just a little closer between her thighs, breathing hotly upon her pussy.

"You're not ... full, or anything are you?" It sounded slightly hopeful as much as it was just curious.

"Certainly not. If you desire to be part of my pussy along with the others, then it shall be."

He hadn't actually decided on that just yet, but hearing her say it out loud like that made up his mind for him. So he simply nodded, licking his lips again, watching the lips of that pussy tensing, flexing, expanding. They reached out towards him, forming that intimidating maw right before his very eyes, opening wide to take him to his fate. Squelching, squishing, and finally wrapping right up around his pointed muzzle, immersing him up to the ears in musky pussy flesh, and yanking him up between her thighs so she could start feeding on him.

This time, she didn't suck him inside. At least, not whole. She was draining him just like she had with the human, clenching those lips around his features, drinking of his inner essence. He was being liquefied just as before, but slowly. There was no one left in the room but the two of them. His fate was already sealed. She could take her time with this one. Sighing and sitting back, she took just a little more of him with each messy clench while she felt the souls of her other meals joining with her body.

Oh yes. She wasn't done at simply claiming their physical forms. Feasting on them like a proper dragon goddess meant claiming their spiritual forms as well. They were joining with her body, digesting down just like anything else, as solid as their bodies when they were trapped inside her glorious form. Everything they were or would ever be simply became merged with the dragoness. Truly the greatest honour that a mortal servant like them could ever hope for. Their very life force, their existence was hers, and it simply felt so [i]good/i].

Her body grew bigger, thicker, stronger, and her cunt and balls were outright glowing with the essence she was draining from her meals. She tipped her head towards the ceiling, clenching her jaw, then letting herself cry out. Yes, yes, every inch of them, every shred, every memory. Their very mortal essence, draining from their forms for her own gain, for her pleasure. Yes. Yes! The wolf between her thighs, draining to nearly skeletal, savoured a little longer but ravenously devoured all the same. Little more than a bag of skin down there, weakened beyond the point he could ever hope to recover. Opening her cunt wide, she gnawed and dragged what little remained of him inside her womb, digesting him while she absorbed the very last traces of the other four males souls.

While to say it out loud would have been something worth punishing for it implied she wasn't already perfect, in the privacy of her own bedchamber, she could admit it. She was growing sexier with their contribution. Feeling the last of the wolf vanishing up inside of her, she reached down and began to knead her pussy and her long clit, masturbating to the pleasure of taking them for her own while the absolute last traces of their essence simply disappeared. She'd used it all. She felt them fading one by one, felt them snuffed out entirely by her merciless appetite. At least in their final moments, with whatever shreds of consciousness and self-awareness that remained there inside her, they knew they were giving themselves to a good purpose.

When the very last life was gone and she was once again alone, she rubbed herself harder, faster, almost frantic in her efforts to climax. She was already gushing, audibly splattering down her thighs and bedsheets in her juices, her cries and growls mixing together in an impressive symphony, spilling out to the guards outside. Those boys were gone, they were [i]hers[/i], and she should enjoy them as much as she liked. They had given themselves up entirely just for this one perfect climax, for this peak, for this squirt she was summoning up from deep within herself as she massaged her inflated pussy and churned up all the juices inside her womb.

Milk ran down her chest as she worked herself up to that final clench, calling out with a roar as she poured all the pleasure out at once. It was a climax so intense it would have destroyed a lesser being. Her muscles tensed up, kneading hard to milk out every single drop from her pussy. A torrent of pure musky femcum erupted from her depths, marking down everything in her radius, panting the room with the scent of a goddess. It went on and on, the pressure seeming like it would never cease, while she rocked back and forth upon the bed, hearing it creak and groan as her motions grew nearly violent. For just a few moments it seemed like she was less in control of her own orgasm and more it was in control of her as she thrashed and shook with the pleasure of spurting everything those precious servants used to be all over her bedroom. That scent was going to linger for a long, long time.

Dribbling to a close, she came down from her high with a blissful sigh, simply staring up at the ceiling, letting the world swirl and fade around her. There was nothing she couldn't do. Nothing she couldn't have. No one would dare stop her from taking exactly what she wanted. Who she wanted. In the world she had created, there were no limits to her desires, to her appetites, or to her cruelty. All bent the knee to their goddess. The only one they would ever need.

And what a fun world it would have been to live in. There was no need for briefings, for the hours of scouting reports to painstakingly sit through. No need to escape to such a place simply to relieve the boredom, to construct such elaborate fantasies while she remained there on her throne, listening to the endless warbling of her most trusted advisors. Such a fine thought, but eventually, she had to come back to reality.

“The reality of the situation is, Mistress … .”

“Eh?”

“The matter of the grain trade? We have come far in negotiations, but our neighbours remain insistant in regards to the -”

Sitting up in her seat, she cut his response short when she cleared her throat.

“Pet?”

“Yes Mistress?”

“I think I should wish to take a recess from the moment. Or perhaps I ought to say [i]lunch[/i].”

The pet blushed. He knew what she meant. After such an extensive daydream, she was going to need to round up some of her finest male servants for some unwinding activities. Perhaps some things were better left in fantasy and her use of them may not be quite so hedonistic as she had been imagining. But she could certainly venture close to crossing such a line, whenever she liked.