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Infernal Actualization

Part 1

A ward of candles had been lit to protect the interior of the cabin against mild drafts and the early setting of the winter sun. None were the same shape or size, but they all stood sentry over the room and its occupant as daylight dwindled.

All of the furniture had been cleared from the heart of this tiny cabin. It wasn't much. A loveseat, a meager bed, a few cabinets, and even the rug were all pushed out against the walls. This provided Jacintha, who sat askew in this clearing, a place to work. Most of her clothes were strewn across the displaced bed. She was eager to start the night's activities.

Jacintha was a generous helping of lynx lady, especially in her current outfit. The only clothing remaining on her body was a solid black bra. Its straps and band dented her fluffy coat and could even be seen digging into her plush frame. The cups overflowed with her bounty of breasts, their perceived size magnified by her dense fur. She was kneeling before an unusual collection of tools. In this position, her behind nearly covered her feet and her thighs squished together enough to just about hide the boundary between them. Between the clasp of her thighs and the soft hang of her belly, her pantiless bits were tucked away from any stray draft or prying eye. This fetching freckled feline was looking more modest than intended.

To start, she drew the mortar and pestle front and center. The lynx lady then dug around in the black shoulder bag that hung off the bedframe and retrieved a fistful of crumpled plastic baggies. She deposited them in a messy pile before her. The cat poked around them with a thick finger as she contemplated the contents of each one.

“Fuck!” She exclaimed to no one, “Like I remember what order I'm supposed to do these in.” Jacintha reluctantly pawed an old book out of the menagerie of implements. The black leather binding groaned as she opened it. Black text and red diagrams flickered in the dim candlelight as she furiously searched through its folds. The lynx firmly spread the page she was seeking. A purr of approval rumbled through her chest. Jacintha could now continue.

“Charcoal crushed to a coarse grit constitutes the body forged in fire.” Jacintha read aloud. The cat retrieved a baggie and emptied 3 black lumps of what used to be wood into the mortar. She picked up the receptacle along with its pestle and began breaking up the charcoal. Her large mitts made the bowl look like a child’s plaything. Jacintha couldn't help muse to herself, “Stacie’s First Satanic Ritual over here.”

Puffs of black powder clung to her finger fluff as the pulverizing of the ex-wood was rushed. She continued the instructions “Rough smilax leaves, that have been hung until they have become brittle, ground with the charcoal bestows an essence of unfulfilled love once infused.” The feline pawed the next baggie. It was full of crispy light brown foliage. These small heart shaped leaves overflowed her stone bowl to the point where she was cramming them in with her bare hands. The cabin echoed with loud crunching for several minutes until the lynx was able to grind the leaves down into reasonable pieces.

Jacintha fidgeted with anticipation as she looked to the next step. “Flowers of the lion’s foot cudweed, which have withered and dried on their stem, are incorporated, providing an essence of attraction to the final distillation.” The next baggie had a pawful of little flower clusters. The color of each individual flower transitioned from the brown stem down to a muted purple tip. They were still quite pretty even when dried. This ingredient didn't take up nearly as much space in the mortar. Likewise, their crispiness was not nearly as deafening as the leaves. Jacintha had focused her pestling to make less of a mess of the quickly filling mortar, but even still, an earthy mix of charred wood and fallen leaves with sweet floral notes wafted around her.

“Delicate threads of saffron draw out lust once ground and fully incorporated.” This ingredient worried her the most. Obtaining weird dried leaves and flowers was bothersome, but not overall difficult. Saffron was expensive. It's a luxury ingredient for some dishes and has to be farmed one thread at a time. This translated to pain in the cat’s pockets. She hoped the few she got was enough. Jacintha carefully coaxed one, two, three, four, five, and six saffron threads from a small tin with the tip of a claw. She gingerly mixed and ground these decadent delicacies. Each strand quickly broke apart in the gritty concoction and became practically unnoticeable. This did not fill Jacintha with confidence, but she followed the instructions.

Before even getting to the next instruction, the lynx lady pulled a bottle of Black Bellamy from her bag of many things. She took a swig straight from the bottle and continued, “A measure of dark liquor binds the mixture with a spirit of indulgence.” Without a second thought, the cat drowns the receptacle in spiced rum. The dark liquid quickly turned black with charcoal. Jacintha swirled the wet mixture around with the pestle as she felt the shot of rum work on her nerves. As far as she could tell, everything seemed right.

The cat was nearing the end of the instructions. “Steep a bundle of dried wormwood in the tincture.” She drew the dressed foliage from the last bag and plopped it into the mortar a bit haphazardly. “Brush the sigils in the depicted arrangement using the steeping tincture.” Jacintha heaved her breast in a deep sigh. The wormwood needed to soak. This gave her time to figure out how to draw the glyphs. She also had the time to unclench her ass and focus on the fun to come. The feline didn't know all the finer details of this rite, but curiosity had gotten the better of this cat. She hoped to bring forth some great thirst that could satisfy her. It didn't matter the form. What mattered was how she wanted to be dripping in pleasure, if not more, by the end of the night.

A shiver pulled Jacintha back to reality. The few minutes of daydreaming seemed enough for both the wormwood and the cat to dampen. With the sopping bundle, she drew a circle in what she figured to be the center of the cabin. Jacintha had leaned forward to paint with the dark red liquid which made her realize how long she had been sitting on her knees. The change in position brought with it a mild relief.

With the circle drawn, the feline scuttled backwards on all fours to make room. The spread of her legs let the cool air lap at her wetness. The sensation made her gasp, but she turned it into a sigh to press through it. With a hearty dip back into the basin, she pressed the soggy wormwood to the edge of the circle. Jacintha turned the drama up to 11, “Invoke…” She announced as she began drawing, “Call Out to Powers Beyond the Physical,” The deep red stain formed an intricate pattern of forked lines and swirls radiating away from the center circle. The lynx scrambled around the circle and continued this process for each glyph, clearly speaking their meanings with intent.

“Flesh- Vessel of the Physical Realm,

Covet- Desire of Others Beyond the Obtained,

Darkness- Seeker of the Indulgent and Selfish,

Bind- Hold Until Completion!”

With that last brush stroke, Jacintha refilled her chest with the stale cabin air. Her back was to the unlit fireplace as she admired her work. Scrawled across the floor before her was a maze of lines that formed something of a star with a hollow center. The dubious mixture that constitutes this design was already beginning to dry and darken. This meant it was time to provide the final ingredient to activate this ritual.

The lynx crawled over the circle in the center. She planted herself in a threepoint kneel, her knees to either side of the circle and a hand behind her. Her free paw trembled in nerves and excitement, one indistinguishable from the other when felt together. Her chest and stomach heaved with strenuous breathing as she brought that hand between her plush thighs. The pad of Jacintha’s middle digit took a stroke of her outer lips to feel how slick they already were. The finger stopped just below the cat’s hood where she pressed it between her folds until the pad met her clit. The end of her finger was slick enough with her arousal that she could swirl around that pleasure button effortlessly. The feline bit her lip to try and focus her breathing.

Jacintha’s mind reached for anything to cut the anxiety and to push her arousal further. She tried to think of her current favorite smut stories. She tried to pull on erotic fantasies that usually made her squirm. But the thing that struck true was replaying a fling she had years ago. It was just one night, but it was the best steamiest night of her life. She hadn't even begun replaying that night in her head and her finger was already feverishly rubbing.

The circumstances weren't anything special. Jacintha was at her usual hangout, a small nightclub that catered to the less popular scenes. The vibe there was good and the patrons were always so chill because they were outcasts like her. She had this dragon guy flirt with her that night. Just normal horny playful banter. He was attractive and kinda sweet. Love wasn't on the table, but he was at least laid at first bite material. She didn't want to show her desperation, but the imagination did wander when she had to crank her head back to meet his gaze. Remembering the way she flustered at the look he gave made her quiver.

After a few drinks and a bit of making out, the two found their way back to the lynx’s den. They were both getting handsy in their stupor on the walk back. Nothing obscene… yet, but a strong claw around her waist or one of her paws against his chest scales was more of a tease than actual groping. Before the door to Jacintha’s apartment was shut, the dragon had the cat pinned to the wall. He craned his head to slip his tongue down her throat and his claw came up under her top. A pathetic mew escaped her when a sharp grabber clutched her ample tit. Jacintha had the fight of her life against her jello legs to drag his scaly ass into her bedroom.

They hit the bed and those claws went to work without skipping a beat. His scaly lips broke contact with that feline muzzle only long enough to throw her top to the side. With open access to her softness, his hands glided freely through her dense fur and grabbed at her ample curves. She dug her fingers into his smooth back as he looked over her. Hot huffs of dragon breath across her face sent shivers down her spine, even alone there in the cabin.

The dragon’s hunger fed her own. The lynx grabbed for his waist to pull him closer. She blindly pawed his jeans open and he kicked them out of the way. Jacintha wanted to feel what he was working with, but to her surprise, found nothing there. Instead there was a smooth slit. It was her first time with a dragon, but she was determined to boldly forge ahead regardless. He was about to nibble along her cheek when a surprised moan filled his muzzle instead. She had shoved a thick feline finger deep into his slit and was rubbing his still hidden cock. Feeling him throb inside the slit made her heart race.

The dragon was petrified in overstimulation. The huffs and moans she was getting out of this looming beast was an experience that frankly broke her mind. Jacintha had defeated a dragon with a single finger. Now the cat wanted her prize and she kicked her pants and panties to his feet to be ready for it. He was a fairly good size based on her internal stroking. His rod was hard to the touch before its tip was even poking out. Jacintha thought it perhaps needed a bit more coaxing to emerge. Wriggling her digit only produced more sounds from the scaly fellow. This did however drive her hips to roll with growing neediness.

The lynx didn't need to touch herself to know that she was soaked. She desperately needed some physical attention and this coaxing wasn't producing enough cock. Jacintha was done waiting. She shoved another finger and her thumb into his slit and started dragging his dragonhood out by the tip. This sudden forwardness, to put it lightly, yanked a much louder moan from the man’s throat. He bit down hard on Jacintha’s shoulder, transferring that moan to her throat in his stead. A soft warmth emanated from around the dragon’s teeth causing her paw to tremble around his quickly exposing shaft. The feline’s eyes grew wide as his length laid against her belly. It continued to slip out and pulse bigger until the tip reached her belly button. A single warm drip rolled down between her legs.

Jacintha lifted her hips to stuff that tapered dick into her snatch, when the dragon's maw released from her shoulder with a breathy, “Wait…Not. Yet.” The sting and warmth from his bite remained even after the great lizard began crawling down her. His dexterous tongue curled around her nipple and he planted a kiss on her belly on his way past. Both his claws dragged up her leg fluff when he knelt at the edge of the bed. He grasped the soft underside of her thighs and held them open. The dragon’s snout was mere centimeters away from her. She so desperately wanted attention at this point that it felt like she was coming out of her skin with each breath against her nethers.

The cat saw a fire in his eyes as the dragon’s tongue snaked out to taste the nectar of her weeping flower. She bit her lip when he continued to lick deeper between her folds. The heat of each terse exhale rolled along her pubic fur. The dragon lapped at her pussy like he had found an oasis after days in a desert. He plunged deeper and she could feel the increasing thickness part her lips more. The licker pressed down her passage until his snout was against her loins. The tongue squirmed inside her looking for the right spot to lick. The tip traced around her cervix and then curled across the top wall until he pulled a shudder out of her.

“Fuck.” Jacintha swore under her breath. They both knew that he just found her sweet spot. The lynx could already feel the tension growing throughout her body after just a few licks. She gripped the bed sheets so tight that she couldn't help her claws from slipping out. He was quickly nudging her closer to her peak. The feline instinctively squeezed her passage around him. A pleased growl rumbled through the dragon’s chest at his triumph. Her clasping only encouraged him to lap harder.

The lynx shook. That was one climax. He was still going. The tension kept growing even after release. Her body bucked. Two. Still more teasing. Three. The feline form torqued and pressed against his muzzle. His tongue didn't quit. Four. She lost count after four. Her body was overwhelmed in involuntary spasms and her mind had turned to static. She was resigned to attempting to catch her breath and whining only.

It took a few seconds from when he finally let up to realize that his face was sopping with her mess. She regained enough control to unstick her claws from the bed and retract them. Cuts in the mattress weren't even remotely a concern at that time. She hadn’t completely caught her breath yet when he lashed the tip of his tongue against her clit with surprising precision. He immediately rushed her back to the edge by flicking his tongue past her nub in rapid succession. He squeezed a couple more quick orgasms from her before she was able to shakily push his muzzle away.

“St-stop.” She gasped “I… I need a second.” She then broke into a feverish giggle, “I can't stop my legs shaking.”

A smile curled across the dragon’s muzzle as he gazed upon Jacintha’s mess of a state. “If you can even still feel your legs…” he said while standing up at the edge of the bed. He dropped his long tapered meat back against her belly with an audible thump. Its weight knocked the wind from her lungs in her still frazzled state. She could feel him pulsing needily and drip against her soft belly. “...then I still have quite a bit of work to do on you.” The lynx sweared that the dragon’s toothy grin nearly went all the way around his head after he said this. Though she was too caught in a horny panic to see straight at the time.

His teasing struck a weak spot and melted her into a puddle of blush. The physical want that happened in flings always felt good, but something about his enthusiasm broke through to another level. He didn't just want a good time for himself, but he actually cared enough to make sure she was thoroughly spent and more. It felt like proof that he actually cared for her in particular. She was flabbergasted and speechless. That monster cock flopped against her belly was not helping either. He saw her faltering and it only made him show more teeth.

Without letting her thoughts come back to order, he drew his beast back and pierced her nethers with just the tip. The further he slid into her snatch, the girthier he quickly got. He had barely more than half himself inside and her pussy was already stretching around his shaft. “F-fuck!” The word escaped her muzzle as if swearing would somehow ease the strain.

If it did, it wasn't for long. The dragon withdrew and slammed back into her. She could feel his tip against her back wall and his thickness stretched her farther than before. He hadn't given her much time to adjust before he did it again. And again. He kept up a steady ramming that filled her passage with each thrust. It was intense. She could feel herself slowly building to another peak, which was a feat with penetration.

Being filled that thoroughly felt amazing, but a little something nagged at her about this pounding. He still had a few inches that weren't inside her. The dragon was bent forward enough that she could feel his panting against her. She also could feel the rush of draconic blood through his piece at the peak of each thrust. Jacinthe didn't even need to clench at this point to feel it as the fit was so tight. Everything pointed to him being close. She wasn’t far behind him, which was honestly pretty impressive.

She made a decision. That was her moment. Jacintha wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her fingers into his back. His smooth scales pressed in against her plush body as he continued to buck. In one motion, the flustered female feline lifted the dragon’s feet off the ground and rolled over on top of him, all without his length slipping out of her.

Jacintha propped herself up by placing a large paw on his chest. She leaned back with a moan. The new angle was doing wonders at helping impale herself further on that thick taper. “This, ah!, is my show now.” she purred with a wiggle of her hips, “I-I will be taking all of you!” The lynx leaned her weight further back and let out a groan. “a-and I won't have you holding back anymore!”

Grabbing a hold of her determination, she lifted herself and began dropping back down onto that draconic member. Each bounce stretched her in a way she had only felt a few times with toys, but never with another person. She could feel her walls strain and squeeze, but also she felt his flesh respond back to her stimulation. He grabbed her hips to hold on, and out, for dear life. She was quickly catching up.

As the remaining inches were worked inside her, shivers and quakes wracked her body by the second. “Fuck… So. Full.” She was close to taking his base, the thickest part of that cock. When she pulled back to the tip, she had pushed her pussy so hard that her entrance was slack around him. She had to consciously clench herself to make sure his tip was still in her. But Gods was that a good stretch. “I got this. You're mine~” she purred and slammed back down on his huge member.

“Pl-please,” the dragon strained through grit teeth, “don’t hurt yourself. Ngh. I know I'm a lot.”

Jacintha quickly reached between her thighs to grab his base and judge how much she had left. Bending with so much cock in her was a challenge, but this sudden grope produced a groan and shudder from the dragon she was riding. Beyond coating her paw in a sticky mess, she found only a little bit of the base left. That only encouraged her more. “I said, AH!, I got this!” she growled with a firm grind of her hips.

The lynx slammed her rear down on the dragon’s lap in quick succession. The cat’s yowls and moans could no longer be contained in this state. Between that and the hearty wet slapping of their loins, the reserved noises the dragon guy was making were basically drowned out. A shame with how much that would have added to the heat of the moment. But her focus was on fitting all of him into her.

She had mere millimeters of cock left to shove inside and the shaking of her legs were making it hard to get there. Each drop was a stretch a little farther than she thought she ever could before. Those lower lynx lips strained with the immense girth, and she swore she could feel his tip behind her belly button. Jacintha was so close. So. Close.

The dragon was closer it seemed. Her violent bottom drops were too much to hold out against. The cat didn't even slow in the slightest when her mount cried out and the warmth of thick dragon seed filled her belly. She wanted her finish too and she wanted that climax to be around all of him. His stream of cum seeped from her puffy mound each time that dick squeezes back into her. Continuing past his orgasm overwhelmed her playmate and his sharp claws dug into her waist. Jacinthe would have been lying if she said that the pain and excitement didn't add to her imminent climax.

She wanted it so badly and she was right there. The tension in her body was coiled tight and ready to explode. Her legs were giving out however. The jello in them was getting too strong. The cat lady leaned over the nearly spent dragon on shaky all fours. Jacintha gave one final attempt. She dropped her entire weight on his lap and hoped for the best. The dragon’s eyes grew wide when he saw all of her curves in free fall above him.

Their lips met in the messiest of kisses.

Jacintha felt like she could barely breathe with how much dragon was inside her. But she did it. Her pulsing pussy pressed firmly against his soaked spread slit. She knew she was going to be sore the next day, but Gods was it worth it in that moment. From her overwhelmed state, her claws subconsciously sprung forth and tried to dig into his chest scales to no avail. She tried to clench around all that meat, but was already stretched to her limit. A hard throb that traveled through his entire dick and rocked her whole form did her in. The wave of release couldn't be stopped anymore. Her entire body torque. The last of her breath left her lips in a final cry. She could feel how earthshattering her orgasm was going to be. Jacintha ca-!

Jacintha came so hard she could feel the nectar drip from her flower. Her middle digit trembled against her clit and her bosom heaved as she tried to catch her breath. The cat was barely stable enough to look between her legs and see the small puddle she made quickly absorb into the floor boards. She didn't know how much longer she had to stay in this position nor how much longer she could stay in this position. This was the last ingredient of the ritual.

And the sigils began to glow.