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The roguess stumbled into the inn looking like she'd just crawled out of a particularly treacherous dungeon. Her black leather was covered in claw marks, not enough to fully pierce through the layers, but certainly to dent it. Or maybe she was on the run from someone. Or something. That would have explained why she came in with her cloak pulled up over most of her face despite the warming weather, concealing all her features but for those distinct green eyes flashing in the lantern-light. Only a few heads turned to look at her when she entered. They'd seen plenty of worn-out adventurers. That was something of a specialty for The Tiger's Rut.

The cloaked cat eventually deposited herself in a wooden chair, to the corner of the tavern. She let her mask fall, revealing the feline features of a leopardess, and just puffed out a hot breath. Was there fury there on her face? Frustration? She was locked into an intense frown, sometimes pressing one of her longer teeth into her dark lower lip while she glowered in the corner as rogues tended to do. Linnea recognized that look just fine. That was the expression of someone who needed a tall, stiff drink poured for them. She was happy to oblige.

Smoothing off the head on a mug of ale, the tiger-fox strolled over without needing to be called. A good innkeeper always knew what her customers wanted. Her revealing outfit, like that of a barmaid, didn't exactly conceal her ample figure, nor her sheer size. The hybrid towered over most of the tavern-goers while she approached the seemingly grumpy cat, clutching that ice-cold beverage. Chilled in an enchanted cask, it promised refreshment to whatever might have ailed the feline. Though she still scanned over Linnea closely before accepting.

"For you," the tigerfox simply said, with a soft smile. "For whatever's troubling you."

It certainly wasn't that the black-clad thief was bothered by such an approach. It was more than Linnea was simply a lot to take in. The leopard scanned up and down along her figure, exploring every detail she could see without much left for modesty. She was in no mood to be polite. Of course, her eyes lingered on a particular detail. Linnea was used to people staring at her particularly prominent bulge. Even entirely at rest, she couldn't fully conceal such shapes beneath her dress. A little tip of her head to the side, and the hybrid's expression grew more coy.

The leopard didn't need to say anything. The source of her inner turmoil was quickly growing more and more apparent. She could try all she liked to pull her attention away, chugging down that cold drink like it might have possibly doused the fire in her, but the tigerfox's nose didn't miss that substantial dose of pheromones. She might have been a hybrid, but Linnea had that canine sense of smell to catch the barely-suppressed scent of a big cat in utter need. As if to make sure the leopard knew how obvious it was, she gave a show of sniffing the air a few times, then just nodded.

"Ah. Maybe a drink isn't going to cut it, hm?"

She leaned down onto the table in front of the cat while the leopard drained her mug to the very bottom, wiping the froth from her lips. Then she spoke in a softer tone.

"What's your name, hon?"

The leopard shifted her eyes, sweeping her surroundings for anyone else who might have been in earshot. Then she answered quietly, once confident in her present company.

"Mahiri."

"And I'm Linnea, but maybe you knew that. Well, miss Mahiri. I don't know what made you choose this crowded place in the middle of such an intense season, but walking around like that is going to have half the bar drooling for a chance at you before long."

"Guess I was just looking for ... the right someone," the leopard murmured. It sounded like it was a strain to even speak.

"Uh huh. The right someone for what, exactly?"

Mahiri's blush was intense enough to show right through the white of her cheeks. She gave another shift of her eyes, but this time she wasn't checking for eavesdroppers. It was more that she was flustered enough she couldn't quite meet the radiant blue of Linnea's gaze.

"Well. You know. Some relief."

"I thought as much." Linnea slowly nodded, her smirk forming instead into a grin. "Well. I have a nice, cozy room with a soft bed available, should you happen to want it."

Mahiri's eyes did that little dance again. She was even more thorough this time. Those finely striped curves and that impressive muscular tone was all impressive enough, but of course she kept straying to an inspection of that bulge. Could it possibly have been as impressive as it looked? Linnea gave a slow sway of her hips while the cat considered, showing off just a little more. Before Mahiri could even say anything, she offered her hand.

"Come along, kitty. You smell drenched." With a glance back, she gave a shout across the room. "Raith! Cover for me. Double pay."

The old wolf barkeep just slowly nodded his head without looking up or stopping what he was doing, wiping down a used mug and moving onto the next. He was used to that kind of thing. Mahiri didn't hesitate any longer. She took the tigerwolf by the hand and allowed herself to be firmly hauled up from her seat, leaving that drained glass behind. There were some eyes on the two of them as they walked away together, but for the most part they slipped out without interrupting the general chatter and clatter around the noisy tavern.

It was much quieter in the halls above. Linnea kept the leopard's hand firmly clasped in her own as she led the horny cat along, slowly swaying her big fox tail in anticipation of what was to come. It had been a while since the hybrid had found herself the opportunity for a good, hard rut. Most people balked when they saw the size of her, or insisted she be gentle. Something told her Mahiri wouldn't have such protests in her current state. And as for her actual physical limits, well, Linnea had a whole treasure chest full of surprises for that.

They all but fell into each other by the time the tigerwolf finally unlocked the room - her room, typically off limits to any guests unless they were particularly attractive. It was hard to say who moved first. They indulged in mutual lunging, embracing one another with a shared growl, and an extended rumble from the needy cat. Linnea savoured the feeling of those vibrations against her chest as she bent down to squeeze and smooch the leopardess. Soon that hardly felt adequate, so she instead scooped the cat up by the rump, squeezing her fingers around those leather-wrapped curves, and let Mahiri's legs dangle while they launched into a sloppy, huffing, almost desperate make out session. Her tongue tingled Mahiri's right back as they exchanged feline textures.

Their vigorous kisses let each other wet. They were drooling for each other the moment they actually met in any intimacy beyond holding hands. Linnea swiped the taste of ale from the feline's mouth, then just doggishly licked her on the face a few times. Everything about the leopard radiated heated need. Her scent, her flavour, the warmth emanating from her body - it was all enough to drive the tigerwolf into something of a rut of her own. She got caught up in those feline pheromones and got a little possessive as a result, digging her fingers deep into the ample heft of the big cat's thick ass. Mahiri might have been a daring adventurer to her comparatively humble innkeeping, but that night, she was all Linnea's.

It wasn't long before she brought Mahiri to the bed. She didn't bother to be careful with her. A nimble fighter like her was surely used to taking a few bumps. Linnea crashed down atop the cat, pinning her beneath the bulk of her tall frame while they remained locked in wet kisses and licks. Sometimes they mashed their muzzles together as if to see how deep they could truly go, and sometimes they just pulled back to tenderly smooch and taste each other. Their breath blew hot into each other's open, salivating mouths while Linnea started to grind on the cat's armoured middle. For all the protective layers of hardened leather, Mahiri definitely felt the shape of that hidden bulge stroking against her from beneath the innkeeper's skirt.

Maybe it was the scent of cat in heat invading her mind that drove Linnea to get a little possessive. Maybe she just wanted that cat all to herself. Either way, she found herself clutching the leopard close while she gave some steady up and down thrusts on top of her, just mashing that sheath against the soft feline form beneath her. A little dominance to start the night never led her wrong. She was big and strong enough to keep Mahiri pinned there for as long as she wanted, and she didn't get a single squirm of complaint from the leopardess. It was only when she felt the slight swelling that she actually let up, leaving the cat panting just a little from the admittedly relentless humping.

Rising up, she knelt over Mahiri's lips and reached for the pretty cat's hair. It was partly bound, partly loose, leaving her plenty to grab once she lowered the kitty's hood. Tugging the leopard's face close, she introduced that pretty muzzle to her bulge as it started to fill out. A little thickness, then a little more made her start tending that skirt of hers. It was relatively modest, but that didn't make it any less lewd to grip the cat by the head and slowly grind from one cheek to the other with the outline of her sheath and nuts. There was already a hefty hybrid scent to sniff. Mahiri huffed it deep without hesitation, visibly breathing in that lovely cocktail of canine and feline until her eyes were just a little unfocused. And not because of the booze.

There was plenty more where that came from. Linnea quickly had enough over-the-clothes action. She wanted more, and she shifted back to get a better look at the leopardess. Now and then she saw a little curl of Mahiri's lips, a snarly sneer of barely-suppressed instincts. She could tell just how much that pretty kitty was blazing. The room was swimming in a mix of their lusty scents by then. Reaching down, she clutched the hem of her skirt and gave it a teasing little tug.

"I think you get the idea by now. You want to see them?"

The hint of intrigue arched Mahiri's brow for a moment.

"Them? Are you talking about your balls?"

"I am not."

Linnea gave no further explanation when it was entirely unnecessary. Instead, she just lifted her skirt right up for the great reveal, wafting an ample amount of hybrid musk towards the salivating feline in the process. Mahiri certainly didn't recoil from the sight. Instead, she dipped her head close to take it all in, as if she didn't immediately believe her eyes. From that single, extra thick sheath, the twine tips of Linnea's bright red plural cocks had already started to emerge. It was just the very head of them, that blunt, unusually equine shape making itself abundantly clear. The edge was lined with a gentle outline of feline spikes for extra pleasure, swelling thicker with her rising lust. Linnea took her time getting hard. She wanted to see how Mahiri could help.

The cat's heavy rumbles betrayed her impression of such a set. She pursed her lips, then simply looked amused.

"And just what sort of demonic deal did you strike to be gifted with a pair like that?"

"Oh, nothing of the sort," Linnea assured her. "I suppose I'm just lucky. Blessed, maybe."

"A boon from the god of cocks." Mahiri chuckled to herself. "Let's find out if those taste as good as they look."

She showed surprising restraint for a cat in heat by not going directly for those exotic dicks on offer. Instead, she reached for Linnea's hips to encourage her closer so she could smother her feline face right against those plump nuts. Truly a titanic pair the tigerfox hefted, plump in all the right ways, adorned with a pleasantly bulging vein or two that only got thicker the more turned on she got under the leopard's rumbling attention. Mahiri made sure to project her purrs directly into the hefty sack pressed up against her nose. She got plenty of rapid sniffs in while she was there too, further intoxicating herself on that rich mix of cat and dog scents, swimming in Linnea's essence before she even went for her first taste.

When she started licking, she demonstrated she was just as good with that tongue as she was with a blade. Swirling and stroking around as thoroughly as she possibly could. She had to taste every single detail, from the intensely musky pair jiggling as she slurped them, down beneath them to swipe up that surprisingly feminine burst of flavour. The tigerfox had some lovely, warm petals to taste, hidden away by her more prominent set above, and she permitted Mahiri a brief sample before she tugged the cat back up. She might have been wet, but that night wasn't about Linnea's sex. She hardly needed to guide the leopard's tongue. Mahiri found her way inside that sheath just fine on her own.

The most intense flavours were tucked away between those twin cocks. Mahiri shoved her way in as deeply as she could reach, stretching her tongue out to the root in the effort to taste as much of Linnea's uniquely enticing hybrid musk as she possibly could. Swiping back and forth, she dragged the flavour out from within that snug sleeve of fur, breathing deeply through her nose all the while. She was going to overdose herself at that rate. Not that Linnea minded. She kept one hand idly on the back of Mahiri's head the whole time, not pushing or forcing her to do anything, but simply revelling in the possessive feeling of a pretty feline so devoutly sniffing her scent, over and over.

The tender spines and the swelling veins that decorated those bright spires delighted Mahiri's tongue. She applied her tingly texture right back to stimulate Linnea to a firmer and firmer state. There was already a sheer excess of thick precum streaming from those two blunt tips. She found her way to them eventually, slowly slathering those shafts up in one long slurp while that sheath rolled back to reveal more of their swelling girth. A smooch on those slick tips got the cat's dark lips all glossy, and soon after she just parted them to suck the juices right out of those two broad cockslits, one by one. Enough welled up in her mouth to allow for a great big gulp to drink it down to her belly. That was just the start of all that was going to end up inside her.

By then, Linnea was half-hard, firming outwards to make those twins more impressive by the moment. There was still so much more growth to go. A pair of monsters like that needed time to swell to their full size. Mahiri was patient. Though she was surely getting uncomfortably hot by then. There might have been a pleasant evening breeze drifting in through the window, but that hardly made a difference when two horny ladies were busy filling the room with their sweltering scents of desire. That outfit looked complex, but Mahiri was out of it in seconds flat. She tugged it just right at a certain spot and seemed to peel herself free all at once, revealing the ample shapes and curves beneath the leather, lightly glistening with sweat. She was a little softer when she didn't have her armour holding everything in place. Linnea demonstrated exactly what she thought of that thick, plush feline when her cocks gave a visible clench and throbbed so hard a spurt of precum jetted from them both.

She wished she could strip with the same elegance, but the best she could manage was yanking her garments off one by one and chucking them over her shoulder to land in a heap while Mahiri carefully set down some of her excess satchels and sacks. Knowing a thief like her, those seemingly simple carrying containers were likely full of all sorts of tricks, from tools to charms to whatever else she might have used to get the advantage in an unfair fight. But they were far from fighting. Their minds were intertwined with the exact same thoughts, the exact same needs. They spent perhaps five seconds looking over one another's naked forms - the tigerfox stiffening up without so much as touching her pair of hybrid shafts, two thicker bulges of knots popping free of the sheath while the leopard radiated her soaking, dripping heat and lust from those puffy pussy lips. Then they were upon each other without so much as a single word.

They didn't transition directly to fucking, no matter how badly Mahiri might have needed it. Linnea still had to reach her full size. The leopardess eyed those towers of equine-canine-feline meat with perhaps some slight wariness. She was flexible and experienced, but her pussy was no bag of holding. She did have limits. Her heat might have made her want to push right past them, but she did hope to walk away from her romp with the devastatingly hung innkeeper. Eventually. Linnea was in no rush to penetrate her, at least. Instead, she took her time making absolutely sure that the cat was going to end up smelling like her as much as possible.

Mahiri's silky fur was simply irresistible. The tigerfox started grinding on it as much as she could, smearing the leopard up in layer after layer of precum and accumulated scent. Every huff of the hybrid's rich personal perfume was as potent as it was pleasant. Nothing about it turned Mahiri's nose. She wanted more. Rumbling as she got herself used as a rag for all of Linnea's excess precum, she made sure to arch and press herself up close to those fat cocks, getting absolutely drenched in their marking juices in the process. It didn't just make a mess of her fur. It sank right down to her spotted skin, ensuring she was utterly saturated with the hot scent she so loved. There was going to be no doubt on who she'd been with recently once Linnea was done with her.

The tigerfox conducted her grinding and marking while all but laying directly on top of the cushy cat. She eventually found the spot Mahiri was the comfiest, and planted her knees on either side of those ample tits so she could drop her nuts on top of them. Her shafts were almost completely engorged by then, leaking so steadily that a constant cascade of juices poured down their many inches, leaving the bright skin all the bright, reflecting the flickering flames that illuminated the late-night scene of lust. Linnea reached down to squeeze one hand each just beneath the blunt head of her cock, making the barbed flares bulge out to intimidating size. Then she sank down closer and closer, canvassing Mahiri in her bulk, in her bust until she could get both dicks pressed right up into the fluffy ruff of the leopard's cleavage. She didn't usually get to fuck a bust that was big enough to wrap around both her cocks at once

"Ahhhh, Mahiri. That was your name, right? I hope you weren't planning on doing any sneaky thieving anytime soon," the tigerfox huffed as she gave her first slick thrust between the kitty's tits. "I'm told it takes a while to get your own scent back after being with me. They might smell you coming."

The leopard's response was so deeply imbued with rumbles as to almost be incoherent.

"Good. Let them all know. I'm not ashamed of recognizing some supreme dick when I find it. I'm a treasure hunter after all."

"Is that what you call yourself?" Linnea gave a little chuckle, topped off by a firm, commanding thrust that sank her balls-deep in kitty cleavage, whapping her nuts against the base of that bust, leaving both fine feline breasts wobbling generously. "I suppose it sounds more trustworthy than thief. Or scoundrel."

Mahiri's ears perked for half a moment at that. Linnea didn't mean anything by it, and she laughed again when she saw the leopard contemplating if she might have wronged her in the past. Surely the leopardess had an extensive list of those who might want vengeance on her, but she wasn't among them. She was just an innkeeper - an extraordinarily endowed one who knew precisely how to make a lovely leopardess mewl. It was time to make a mess of that cat, and she braced herself the headboard while she really started to rut.

The cat was kind enough to squish her breasts together around all the girth once Linnea really started humping. She even let out a few moans of her own just getting her tits stimulated by the bumps and veins and light barbs decorating those twin spires while they stroked and smeared against her fur. The juices milked out of the tigerfox's cocks splashed onto Mahiri's face. Those shafts pushed up and rubbed over the cat's chin, then her muzzle and nose, leaving her with her face all scrunched up, her eyes closed while she just savoured in the other sensations of getting her body used for the pleasure of the gorgeous innkeeper. If she thought it was all a bit of teasing, some buildup before they really got down to fucking, she was in for a hot, creamy surprises.

Linnea fucked those tits hard enough to shake the bed, throwing her hips into the plowing, pumping motion while her dicks audibly spurted pre all over the cat. Mahiri was already thoroughly splattered to the point of dripping, with hot streams rolling down her cheeks like musky tears. She was too busy licking the closest of those cocks in her face to clean up any of the mess. Basking in Linnea's flavour, in her scent, her presence, she let herself be used like a dishrag for all those juices while the tigerfox thumped and thrust. The pressure was already starting to build, starting to send some tense, taut flexes through that double stack of hefty shafts. When her nuts started to truly clench, she couldn't hold it back much longer. That cat just felt far too good all wrapped around her dicks.

The eruption made her flare out to the fullest while she rubbed herself off on that pretty muzzle. The heavy pump pump pump of her balls flexing hard helped her milk out the first of many orgasms. Mahiri parted her lips, ready to guzzle some of it down, but she sorely underestimated just how potent Linnea really was. Building, pulsing, churning that fat load up, she finally let it loose with an extra-juicy splrrrrch from both her flared tips at once. The tigerfox came like two horses all at once, instantly dousing the unprepared leopardess in a flood of fresh hybrid spunk. For a moment, Mahiri's entire world was white. She vanished beneath the torrent as Linnea painted her from ears to chin, and then down, lower, lower, to ensure she left her creamy mark all over those slickly-fucked tits.

Plenty more cascaded down the sides of the feline to pool on the bed itself, but a little mess wasn't going to stop the tigerfox from riding out her entire extended orgasm while she sat there atop Mahiri's muzzle. There was nowhere for the leopard to go, nothing for her to do but get jizzed on by those constant, high-pressure stream shooting from both cocks at once. Linnea didn't cum in ropes, she came in an endless river of cum, balls rapidly clenching while she drenched Mahiri right down to the skin. The sheer volume made the leopard guzzle and gulp whatever happened to land in her open, stunned mouth. Plenty more ended up all clogged in the cat's nose, or her ears, when it wasn't just clinging to absolutely every inch of her upper body.

Linnea lingered there a while, just using the cat for a seat while she admired her artistry. The leopard was her canvas, rendered nearly blank by the layers of white cream clinging to her. Mahiri didn't move much as she simply took in the moment. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open and gasping her way through the spunk that kept her from breathing through her nose. Eventually, she coughed a few times and sat up, and that was Linnea's cue to finally get off of her. She was at least merciful enough to allow the leopard a period to recover, one that involved a bit of choking while Mahiri did her best to clear her throat. That rogue was sopping wet, her hair a great smeared mass held together by jizz, her features were smeared up and dishevelled by the creaming, but she still looked every bit as fuckable as ever. Her pussy wasn't getting any less heated, either.

"Hnnf. You look so good like that. I wish I could bring a painter in right this moment, just to capture you - the daring adventurer, covered in innkeeper cum." She snickered playfully while she turned her tail away, digging through a heavy chest after she unlocked it. "Now just wait right there. We'll get you what you need, don't worry. I have just the thing to make sure it goes smoothly."

There was a lot of clattering through the contents of the locked trunk. Mahiri couldn't help but sit up just to take a look over Linnea's shoulder. Even soaked in spunk, she couldn't help a little curiosity around a well-stocked treasure chest. Much of it was relatively mundane looking, though maybe that was just the point. The greatest power was often hidden in the simplest objects, in her experience. Which was precisely why she didn't bother laughing when Linnea came back up with a stretchy something, no matter how simple it might have looked. The tigerfox demonstrated the properties of that useful thing by pulling on it a few times, letting it stretch and snap back into position.

"And - hfff - what might that be?" the leopard asked.

"Got this from a wizardly fellow. I think he called it a, um - kon dom," the tigerfox recited. "They'll be popular in a few years, you'll see. Let's us fuck without breeding - and this one's enchanted."

That made Mahiri arch a brow. She was always cautious around any sort of magic, given she didn't know how to manipulate it herself.

"What sort of enchantment, exactly?"

Linnea didn't immediately answer. She was already busy stretching the magical condom snugly over the lower of her two stiff cocks. Mahiri watched as the material easily expanded to accommodate even that sheer excess girth, hugging tight around every detail, every bulging vein. The leopardess regarded that wrapped spire with an expression of doubt, tapping her cum-dripping chin as she considered. Was such a simple thing really going to keep her from getting pregnant? She was wearing a demonstration of the tigerfox's potency on her face and tits, and plenty more waterfalled down her spotty back and creamy white belly. It seemed unlikely that at least some of that fat load wasn't going to find its way into her womb.

Nonetheless, she was far too flustered to question it further. Her silent agony of need ensured the most appealing course of action was to simply lie back and part her thighs so Linnea could have a good, deep look at that puffed, dripping cunt all ripe and heated for her. A few more adjustments to that stretchy cover, and the tigerfox was upon her. She laid herself between those spotty thighs and reached under to clutch tight on the kitty's thick ass. Mahiri locked herself like a steel trap around the hybrid's hips, latching on and refusing to let go until she got what she needed. A little snarl escaped her as she fought against her instinctual urge to go into a horny frenzy, and all the biting, clawing, and thrashing that would have come with it.

Linnea knew she was playing with a certain kind of fire. It was not the time for further teasing. She found her spot snug between those rosette-clad legs and simply started pressing her wrapped up equine tip bluntly against those swollen lips. Such delightful sounds escaped the big cat's mouth as she got slowly penetrated by that massive cock, stretched out but never uncomfortable. Maybe that little enchantment really did the trick. For as much as Linnea's shaft bulged its way inside her, visibly from the outside as a silhouette beneath her soft white fur, Mahiri just wanted more. She bucked and gripped and thrust her hips up beneath the tigerfox, absolutely desperate to get deeply, fiercely pounded to oblivion by the innkeeper's absolutely enormous endowment.

"Rrrrrrrrr ...." was the extent of her comments on the matter. It was a bit of a growl, a bit of a purr, a bit of a snarl somehow all at once.

"Grrrrrr," Linnea just rumbled right back, more playfully.

She sank sweetly between the leopard's thighs, shoving deep until she felt that first thud of resistance. A little more pressure brought a sharp screech out of Mahiri, though it wasn't a sound of disapproval. More just a scream in response to the stimulation of that deep, internal smooch. Linnea mashed her flat, wrapped head against the entrance of the spotty cat's womb and then pulled back with a slick smack like a wet kiss. Then she pressed again, letting the pressure build up, coming close to penetrating even deeper before she just smekked back again. All the while, the juices oozing from within the horny kitty drizzled down the inside of her thighs, over the cheeks of her ass while she gripped and squeezed the hybrid in her demanding deathgrip.

"See? It's working. You're unbreakable as long as you've got that magic in your pussy."

Mahiri might have had something flirty to say right back if she wasn't busy flashing her teeth in a constant drooly snarl. It maybe wasn't as impressive as she thought given she had a whole mask of cum making a mess of her features, but those fangs gleamed brightly nonetheless. Linnea just chuckled and went on, leaning even closer while she slowly thrust into that flooded sex.

"I bet I can go even deeper," she softly said, as if it was a secret just between the two of them.

The leopard didn't have words for such an offer. Instead, she fell into a huffing, breathy sawing, that unique big cat sound of absolute need that sounded like a woodsman's tools at work. Linnea gave the cat a smile and finally started shoving hard, spreading the cat around her medial ring, jabbing directly into her womb. Such a thing might have been painful if not for the enchanted sheath wrapped all around her huge cock, but with that arcane assistance, she could fuck as deep, and as hard as she liked. It was all just building up, thus far. She'd been sampling Mahiri's pussy, getting the heated leopardess used to taking a dick that big. It was finally time to rut that noisy kitty.

"You're so very fierce. Let's see if I can't make you meow instead," the tigerfox teased, lashing her fluffy tail from side to side a few times.

Linnea had remained outwardly calm right up until that moment. She was the sly, seductive fox some of the time, but Mahiri was overdue for a reminder that the well-hung hybrid was half tiger, too. She was a big cat - bigger than a leopard, at that. That meant she knew how to fuck. The bed creaked beneath her first heavy thrust, bringing a rowl out of the leopard's open mouth, shaking the rogue's softest places, from rump to tummy to tits. Every inch she shoved firmly inside the kitty made for some truly wondrous slurping sounds, schlicking into that soaking sex as if diving into a steaming hot lake of leopard lust. She fucked the juices out of Mahiri, splashing her own hips and thighs, forming a pleasingly damp spot all around the base of her cocks. Her balls swung like pendulums, eventually finding a nice spot to spank and smack on the cat's thick butt while she fucked the thieving ways right out of her. Mahiri might have been a bold, stealthy combatant in her element, but pinned down on her back with her legs spread around the tigerfox's waist, she was just going to have to submit to Linnea's every single pounding whim.

Soon, the snarly sounds escaping the leopard grew more desperate, more broken. Mahiri let the occasional whimper slip in with all the rumbling as her expression turned from fierce to stunned, glassed over as she stared at the ceiling. When she wasn't all caught up in Linnea's gaze anyway. The tigerfox showed her teeth in a dominant growl of her own, thrusting, stroking, pounding into the cat's fertile womb. She knew well that one slip, one snap of the material stretched around her cock meant making little half-thieves with that cunning rogue. She was just going to have to trust that the wizard assurances were all true, and that it would hold up to even her most raucous of rutting.

Of course, she only had one of her cocks inside the leopardess. The other one trailed back and forth through Mahiri's belly fur the whole time, streaking and soaking, further marking the big cat in thickly intoxicating tigerfox musk. The whole room smelled of hot hybrid sex by then. The leopard's own scent had been all but erased, overpowered by Linnea's own. It was far from a stink, but there was a certain arousing raunchiness to it that had Mahiri salivating as much as her pussy was drooling with a fat hybrid cock stuffed deep inside it. It only got thicker the longer she rutted the cat, working up a sweat in both of them, steaming each other in mutual body heat that kept the musk wafting and clouding their thoughts, dropping them closer and closer to being mindlessly mating animals.

Linnea wasn't even all the way inside yet. Going beyond halfway wouldn't have ever been possibly without help from the enchantment she fucked a little deeper into Mahiri with each thrust, but she was determined. She was going to knot that scoundrel cunt, no matter how much noise it squeezed out of the kitty's throat. Mahiri was getting screechier, sharply screaming a discordant tribute to Linnea's cock. The walls were thick to protect against the cold, but surely the other guests could hear it all. That didn't stop the tigerfox. She rutted until she felt her fat bulb plapping up against those tender lips, stretching, spreading, making them gape wide to accommodate her plump canine feature, ready or not.

Mahiri reached down deep inside herself to dredge up her most secret of screams once she felt Linnea deliver that final, decisively devastating blow. That knot stretched her wide, sinking in and immediately getting clamped down upon by the big cat's rapid contractions of furious orgasm. It was hardly reaching a peak when she didn't even get the chance to properly climb to it. For Mahiri, it was more like being pushed from a cliff, sending her plummeting into a state of ecstasy that utterly paralyzed her for a few brief moments. After that, it was all thrashing, sometimes clawing while she squirted herself stupid beneath the tigerfox. Linnea had to grab the cat's wrists and overpower her just to avoid getting all scratched up. A few more powerful, thunderous slams down into that overstuffed pussy were enough to subdue the feisty feline, but that came at the cost of milking out her orgasm.

She simply couldn't resist the clamping pressure of that lovely leopard sex hugging up tight around every single detail of her cock. The bare one rubbed even more firmly into Mahiri's fur, riding the waves of the leopard's huffing breaths while she swelled, while her balls went so taut as to smooth over every single detail and round them out perfectly for a heavy, pumping series of flexes. Pump pump pump they went once more, churning up an even richer load for the fertile cat's cunt. Of course, that sheath would surely protect the two of them from any sort of accidental offspring. So she'd been assured. Mostly. Whatever the case, Linnea wasn't stopping until she utterly drained her balls between the leopard's precious thighs.

The usual sound of two splurching cumshots returned along with the stretching of that magical material to keep the tide of tigerfox spunk held back from the siren call of Mahiri's womb. She dipped her head down alongside the cat's and let a heavy grunt burst forth from her lips as she emptied her nuts into and all over the feline. Anything she hadn't managed to splatter in her first cumshot got painted over again, and the leopard's tits got a fresh layer of hosing hybrid cum while Linnea jizzed all over her. Meanwhile, she shot her load into the expanding hold of that snug condom, stretching the tip bigger and bigger, forming a great round balloon packed with potent cream, straining the magical flexibility to the very limit. The groaning of the material was audible even over the glrrrrrp and plsssh of cum erupting from those twin cocks, but Linnea didn't pull back for anything.

Eventually, the hybrid's climax proved too potent even for magic to keep contained. She stretched that condom to its very limit, and there came a great proclamation of a POP followed by the slurping splashes of her entire cumshot getting splashed inside the leopardess-in-heat all at once, like an overturned bucket, or perhaps barrel. In an instant, Mahiri was suddenly full to bloating with blazing hot tigerfox cum, her womb packed full, her urgent need flooded and drowned out but the indulgent unloading balls deep in her aching sex. For all the consequences such an accident might have carried with it, she thought of nothing but clinging to Linnea, wrapping all four limbs around her and yowling her way through a continuous, shooting climax, milking out as much as she could possibly hold while those balls rapidly flexed for second, after second, into minutes of pure, unrelenting spurting directly into the bare, fertile womb of the lovely leopardess, breeding her as hard as Linnea possibly could.

"Oops," came Linnea's voice, and that was all the apology she gave. They both knew they wanted that to happen.

Only when the heat of the sloppy, sweaty moment died down did they finally breathe again. Steam rose from their open mouths as they huffed their way back to coherence. They both purred, or gave their best approximation of such. Rumbling and clinging to each other, they exchanged some licks, some kisses, some nibbles, lingering in the moment. Maybe it was her body flooding her with those wonderful sensations as if in thanks for fulfilling her instinctual need, but Mahiri felt nothing but affection, even gratitude, despite the mistake. Her belly sloshed with the engorging load of spunk. She had to think she liked the sensation of being so full and gravid, even if it was no more than a crude period of what was to come. There was no doubt that she was pregnant after a romp like that. She had enough cum inside her to breed a whole army, but she was only one cat. Presumably she was only knocked up once.

"Ahhhh, Mahiri," came Linnea's sigh, still knot-deep in a perfectly bred cat cunt.

She didn't allow for much of a reply, instead reaching behind the leopard's head to shove that face under a lifted arm. There was no better towel than a soft, purring cat, as far as she was concerned. There was plenty of sweat clinging to her frame after that messy exertion, and Mahiri's face and tongue were perfect for tidying it all up. The knocked up rogue got the idea without needing to be told what to do. She started slurping as thoroughly as she could, pausing only to give the occasional gasp for air as her body recovered from the harsh rutting she just took. Now and then she gave another tight clench around that knot, maybe for the pleasure of having it wedged there, or maybe just out of the sheer pleasure she got from swiping up the sweat and splattered cum from Linnea's strong form.

A few sniffs for good measure ensured she was even more deeply entranced by Linnea's enticing aromas. It took a few good tugs, but the tigerfox eventually managed to pull her knot from those bred depths, bringing with it a cascade of overflowing jizz that poured down all over the cat's rump and tail. The bed was truly soaked with the excess by then, but it wasn't nearly as marked as the leopardess herself. A little guidance got the leopardess to shakily sit up, if only so Linnea could shove her face in that soaked crotch and let the cat lap up all the mess they'd made together. Huffing, sniffing, and licking, Mahiri worshipped the thick tuft of fur just above the base of the knotted cock that had just rutted her, drinking the excess jizz right down with the kind of hunger she couldn't even control. She was becoming a fiend for the tigerfox's spunk, and Linnea wasn't even softening.

Instead, she just hauled herself off and let Mahiri watch her tail swish while she dug through her chest once more. There was plenty of clattering and clanking, but when she actually returned, she was holding the most mundane of objects once more. It was even less remarkable than the last one. Was it just ... a cloth? A handkerchief perhaps? It looked velvety, like it was made of some materials, but otherwise Mahiri couldn't see anything significant about it. At least not until it caught the moonlight. There was a certain shimmy to it, a magenta glow when the light hit it just right. Just seeing it seemed to set off a certain hunger in the leopard's mind. She wanted more already.

"Well. Now that you're undoubtedly pregnant, we might as well have a little more fun, right?" She waved that cloth at the cat a few times, making sure she saw it, in all its mysterious simplicity. "Now this, this I did make a bit of a deal for. Been waiting for the right person to use it on, and well ... something tells me we'll be spending a lot more time together after this."

Mahiri responded with a purr to indicate what she thought about that idea. Then she sat back, legs parted, pussy slightly gaping as cum oozed out of it, but she was still surprisingly tight after all that stretching. Either it was magic or she was just that good at getting fucked. Now and then reached down to idly tickle a finger over her clit, more and more turned on as she watched the show. Linnea didn't pull any sort of fancy incantations with that cloth - she just used it like an expensive rag, working it along her neck, then down between each of her tits. Up she went, dipping under her arms, wiping up a plentiful amount of pent up sweat but dipping deeper. Her dicks were absolutely soaked with her own cum, and plenty of the cat's own juices too, and she made sure to clean them as best she could, from knot to tip and down again. One more good swipe across her nuts to make sure the material was utterly saturated, and she finally tossed it in Mahiri's direction.

"Give that a sniff. That should activate it. Then we can enjoy each other even more."

Mahiri might have asked what she was committing to if she was a little more coherent. She had no time for that. Instead, she just caught that sweat-rag out of the air and applied it to her face in one smooth motion. Huffing the hybrid's musk straight into her brain, getting drunk on a mix of canine and feline pheromones, she felt herself not just getting even more aroused, but something else. Her body crackled and tingled with energy and pleasure alike. She fell back, still clutching the cloth over her face, and cried out as ecstasy overtook her to the point she started madly thrusting her hips in the air. Her cum-packed belly sloshed with her every movement, and soon after, it began to glow.

That same mysterious magenta she'd briefly glimpsed in the moonlight made itself known once more. It shone just below her swollen gut as a pattern began to trace itself deep into her spotted skin, showing right through the fluff of her fur. A glimmering, occult design drew itself there, tattooing her with the abstraction of a womb. There were harsh, twisting aspects to the design, something wild, feral, and Mahiri immediately felt the effects. She couldn't keep from drawing her lips back and breaking into a wet snarl. Slapping a hand over her whole pussy, she erupted into viciously rubbing it, humping her palm and digits, flexing with need.

Linnea was just staring for a time. The particular hue of the leopard's new tattoo reflected in the tigerfox's eyes while she observed the transformation. Mahiri wasn't the only one who underwent a change. The hybrid was already impossibly hung, but somehow she got even bigger just looking at the newly succubine leopardess. The rut that overtook her had her sweating heavier, had her growling as she dropped her head down, hunching like a werewolf. Her nuts sagged lower with the added weight, and any question of whether that meant she was more productive was answered by the absolute gushing of her precum from both growing cocks. They swelled up longer, fatter, the veins bulging tighter, the flare flexing all the more urgently. She capped off her transformation by balling a fist and thumping her chest, stalking towards the hexed leopardess so they could indulge in their darkly empowered mating.

Mahiri didn't resist such an aggressive advance in the slightest. She required precisely that sort of intensity. Flipping herself over, she soon crawled to the edge of the bed so she could bend herself over it. Tail up, legs parted, she broke into some discordant caterwauling, not quite the meowing or mewling Linnea had wanted, but close enough. She absolutely writhed with need as she swam in the essence of the tigerfox, sniffing and smelling her with every single shaky little breath. The whimpers that sometimes escaped her were hardly befitting of a brave adventurer, but she was hardly the rogue she once was anymore, was she? She was breaking into the great, virile innkeeper's breeding slut, and she loved every single minute she spent getting her adventuring tale rewritten.

Linnea seized the cat by the hips and mounted up on her without further comment. They both knew what they needed. There was no stopping until the both of them were completely, utterly satisfied. The tiger in her told her where to bite. She latched onto Mahiri's scruff as she bent that cat over, jabbing two bare, soaking tips up against that pussy. One was enough to drive the leopard to a screaming orgasm. Linnea couldn't wait to see what sort of noises Mahiri made when she clapped those spotty cheeks from the back with the full pair. Under normal circumstances, such a thing would have been utterly impossible, dangerous to even attempt, but the both of them were far too caught up in the literal magic of the moment to care about their physical limits.

With a resounding squelch, she pushed both tips in at once, stretching Mahiri past any reasonable limit. That succubussed pussy could take it. The cat swallowed up those oversized shafts while they trembled with furious lust within her, inching forth, delving deep, stretching her into sheer obscenity with an outline pushing out in her cum-bloated belly. That tattoo's elegant, ferocious appearance got all distorted by the shape of two hybrid cocks massively penetrating her, stirring all the way into her cum-soaked womb. Linnea walked her fangs along the back of the cat's neck, nibbled on her shoulders, and otherwise kept her utterly pinned beneath the weight of that horny, rutting beast on her back.

They blended their noises into a cacophony of snarls, rumbles, grunts, groans, and outright moans. Mahiri dragged her claws through the sheets as she struggled to even bear the pleasure getting fucked into her. Linnea didn't wait to start thrusting and pounding, sinking a little deeper each time she made that ass wobble with the heavy impact of her body. Her nuts slapped the back of Mahiri's thighs once she really got rutting, and when she sank in deep past that middle ring with a satisfying pop. For all their canine and feline hollering, the sheer squelching schlurk of thrusting in and the sharper schlick of pulling back threatened to drown out their voices entirely. It was wet fuck upon a wet fuck, wrapped up in a soaking cat full of two cum-drenched dicks, and it was noisy.

Every tug dragged out even more scent between them. Mahiri was still putting out those pheromones in abundance, and Linnea found herself fuelled by breathing them, subdued as they might have been by her own eminent musk. That only drove her to rut harder, to bash and slap and break that cat with all the might in her body. Her natural strength was only enhanced by the aura of absolute need the leopardess put out. The cat might have already been nicely bred, but they could go further, could explore pleasures even more intense than those ever meant for mere mortals like them. And most of all - Linnea wanted to know how pregnant she could get Mahiri.

They were going to find out together. Mahiri broke from growling into sharp, breathy fussing and whining, unable to maintain her feline dignity any longer when she was getting fucked that good. Linnea drove her pair into the cat's cunt, pounding her knots against those lips. They didn't find entry, but that just made them all the more effective as solid, engorged battering rams. Every smack, every slick thud to the kitty's backside sent every single one of those curves positively wobbling, shaking from thighs to tits, sloshing with the load already inside her. Linnea had so much more to give.

Those cocks were pulsing, pumped taut with the sheer pressure coursing through them both. They swelled, they flared, they bulged the feline out to her very fullest, and when she couldn't withstand the intensity of that clenching, gushing pussy wrapped skintight around their every single buried inch, she bucked forth hard enough to bring a scream from the rogue's lips as her balls launched into those familiar jumps and clenches once more. This time, they worked even harder, even tighter than before.

It was the kind of cumshot that outright bulged through the cocks delivering them. The excess volume of hybrid spunk rushing through her dicks made Linnea's shafts stretch out just to accommodate that massive splurt of jizz hitting the cat's womb all at once. In an instant, the cat was twice as bloated, bucking back to milk the tigerfox dry until she couldn't even move anymore. The rest was just quivering and enduring, taking absolutely everything Linnea could give her, every drop, every seed, until her womb was simply packed to overflowing. The spunk needed somewhere to go as Linnea flooded the leopardess heavier and heavier, cock pumping, giving a constant dual-blast of pressurized cream that stuffed Mahiri's body to the point of invasion.

The overflow poured out through her whole blessed or perhaps cursed reproductive system, flowing into her ovaries, clogging her every possible tube full, claiming not just one of her eggs, but as many as Linnea possibly could. Every spurt, every shot was another hybrid she just made with the ultra-fertile leopardess. She wasn't just breeding her for the next few months. Unloading the contents of her massively engorged nuts inside that succubus womb, claiming every inch of the cat's femininity meant Linnea was getting Mahiri pregnant for good. And the precious kitty was singing her a lovely mewling song all through it. The tigerfox finally got those meows she wanted, and all it took was rutting the rogue to mindless oblivion.

Linnea went on draining her nuts in the twitching sleeve of a feline for a few minutes more. Mahiri had slumped by then, drooling on the sheets, still conscious and purring but otherwise unresponsive while the tigerfox set to grinding out the last drops she had to give. The two of them were drenched in each other's sweat, splashed with all the juices they worked up together while a waterfall of hybrid jizz loudly splashed down to the floor, trailing through the cracks in the boards to drip down to the level below.

The whole room smelled of sex, and that potent perfume of drifted down the hall, inflicting anyone within nose-shot with a profound lust of their own. But Linnea would entertain no more visitors that night. She was going to have to pay her assistant well for it, but she wanted nothing more than to spend the night with Mahiri, her precious new breeding slut.

Slowly slurping her shafts from the leopard's ravaged pussy, she left the leopard gaping and spurting, outright gushing some of the excess out at high pressure. They huffed on each other. They sighed together. Their bodies were wrapped up in the kind of mutual affection that saw neither of them racing for the washbasin, no matter how much they might have smelled of sex, and each other. Well, mostly of Linnea.

The leopardess might have once had a purpose of her own, but stretched out there, wrapped up in the tigerfox's embrace, with a rounded belly full of cum, her womb thriving, her body rumbling her utter satisfaction, she was hardly a rogue anymore. Her adventures ended right there, in the innkeeper's arms, kept close and comfy against the body she was going to learn to worship as if Linnea was a goddess.

With a little kiss on the back of the leopard's head, Linnea gave a whisper once it all died down at last.

"I'm going to have so much fun with you, Mahiri. Don't worry. I'll take extra good care of you. You're gonna need it, with how big you're gonna get ..."

She reached around to touch that swollen belly, feeling it slosh beneath her fingers. It was already too late for a reply. Mahiri had passed out in her arms. For all her adventures, for all her strength and conditioning, the sneaky thief had finally reached her limit. That tattoo lingered on her womb while she sleep-purred away in the tigerfox's embrace, absolutely drenched in Linnea's richly marking musk. If anyone could have ever belonged to Linnea more right then, she truly had no idea how to achieve such a thing.

Linnea must have drifted off at some point herself. It wasn't until she awoke from some particularly pleasant dreams to the sensation of a scratchy tongue working over her balls that she realized she'd been snoozing. Mahiri couldn't wait. She was already down there between the tigerfox's thighs, dragging her tongue along the fat nuts beneath that plump sheath. While Linnea's balls might have returned to relatively normal size overnight, they were still utterly enormous, with plenty of details for the leopard to swipe up as she sniffed and adored that scent-bearing sack like the good little breeding pet she'd become. The tigerfox just arched her lips into a small, sleepy smile.

"Good morning, lovely. That's right. This is all yours, just like you're all mine. Might as well hang up all that fancy gear of yours. I think you're going to be staying right here, where you belong."

Mahiri's mind was still a little too rattled to form a proper reply, but the delight rumbles emanating from her while she worshipped the breederstud of a tigerfox said more than she could have ever put into words. She never needed to brave another dingy cave or dusty dungeon again. She was going to stay right there and have her every single need fulfilled, while she grew soft and motherly, swelling with Linnea's young, again and again and again, like the good little spotty broodmother she'd become.