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Elambeth yelped as she was sucked into darkness. The air around her displaced and shifted, and before she knew it, she was ejected and suddenly dumped into a mass of moonlight-dappled bushes.

She righted herself, shaking leaves from her wool, trying to get her bearings. The portal had worked, but had it taken her to where she was thinking of? It was definitely a forest, but she didn't quite see what she was looking for.

She barely had time to scratch her head with consternation before getting knocked to the ground once again by a pair of massive tawny paws.

Oh yeah. It had absolutely worked. Elambeth's eyes went wide as the object of her desire loomed over her, savage, beastly, feline, but not entirely... this was the Everfree Forest.

She trembled with excitement as the catlike monster growled at her, its muzzle dipping close, lips curling back to sample her delicate ovine aroma. The manticore examined this new plaything, its wicked, segmented scorpion tail swishing back and forth in a curious cadence.

Elambeth giggled with childlike glee as her keen nose sensed his maleness. She'd sent herself here naked because she only had one thing in mind. She wasn't devoured just yet, so they were off to a good start! She batted her long eyelashes at her captor and wiggled out from underneath the massive paws, not to escape, but to thrust her rump into the air.

The manticore grunted and reared back in surprise, his meager wings more than enough to lift him upright in this strange magical land, but being a beast like any other, he absolutely knew when he had a female offering to breed and knew better than to turn away from such an easily won opportunity.

With another open-mouthed sniff he snuffled into the sheep's exposed cleft, yawning his jaws wide, resting his canines on her rump as his tongue darted out to detect her readiness. Elambeth cried out, she almost came right then and there as the giant rough tongue dragged against her unprotected, needy folds.

The manticore's cock spilled from its sheath as he tasted the depths of her excitement, and the girl could barely afford a glance upon the meaty thing before it plunged into her. She moaned out into the trees as it bred her, grunting and rumbling all the while. Unlike most animals, or even the men she'd experienced, the manticore did not seem to be a quick lay. He surged relentlessly within her. She could barely hold herself upright. It felt like he had to be distending her belly but there was no way she could reach and feel for herself. However the very thought that is could be happening sent her over the edge of the first of many orgasms she would feel that night. Shortly after, the beast followed her, oiling her stuffed and stretched folds with gouts of his seed.

He settled down upon Elambeth, still sheathed within her even as he softened, and rested, occasionally grooming her with an awkward lick or two of his scratchy tongue. She waited, and rested too. She dozed off slightly to the throbbing of her nethers, before being awakened again by rough rocking, and the sensation of tightness. He was at it again, and here she was, reduced to nothing but a cocksleeve for the frightful lionish monster she'd given herself to. And she was absolutely loving it!

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They had passed the entire night like this, in countless cycles of resting and fucking. When she finally stirred the next morning, Elambeth felt like she had passed out long before the manticore, but the idea of being used all night still brought warmth to her overused pussy. She stretched and examined herself, expecting to be caked with cum, but the manticore had apparently cleaned her off, as fastidious with his toy as he probably was with himself, it seemed. Could it have even been a dream? No, she was still throbbing way too much for that to be the case.

Elambeth amused herself with this thought for barely a moment before she felt herself flipped over and penetrated once again. Her fierce companion had awakened and was wasting no time in savaging her with the urgency of his stiff morning lust.

The sheep was loving it, but she was tired. Fortunately his methodology required little effort or reciprocation from her as he was practically humping her into the ground but now it was even rougher and wilder than the night before. Before she could even really start to muse on how much longer this could go on, she felt a faint prick in the side of her thigh, fiery and unexpected. It would have been exquisitely painful if she was not so distracted by already being impaled upon his cock, but as it was, she just accepted what was happening as he pumped into her twofold, venom coursing into her helpless body.

Her elevated heartrate carried the stuff all over in an instant, quickly reducing her to a limp fluffy pile. Her nerves sang with confused sensation and paroxysms overwhelmed her body. The lines of pain and pleasure became meaningless to her addled brain, and she didn't really know if she was convulsing with pain or thrumming with the most intense orgasms she would ever experience.

The manticore let forth a branch-shaking roar as he emptied his balls out into the ewe one final time. This was it. Elambeth knew that she was all used up and as her body became less and less responsive, there was only one place for her to go.

In a strange kind of mercy, the manticore did not seem to be interested in tearing his meal limb from limb. Really, there was no point in making a mess now that the venom had done its dirty work. He merely scruffed the ewe almost as tenderly as a kitten, and began to swallow her headfirst and whole. All Elambeth could do now was whine pathetically as he feasted upon her doomed and tenderized body, which dripped with the last of his cum as he finished her up. From lover to meat, all within the span of a few minutes.

The ewe felt no regrets- after a pounding like this she was no longer going to be the same. Who ever heard of a sheep pairing off with a manticore anyway? She wasn't even supposed to be here, she was nothing more than a mistake that would now be handily erased by the monster's digestive tract. At least she didn't have to figure out a way to get home now.

The manticore yawned, closing his jaws over Elambeth's motionless hooves, never to touch the ground again. They were unable to even muster a final kick before following her defeated body inside. Her pulse grew faint and weak as she took her place in the stomach, her senses clouding over one by one, the hearing the last to go.

Her ears throbbed endlessly with the rhythm of the creature's heart that seemed oh so far above her, and only two words echoed in her mind with every beat as she drifted off into an eternal sleep:

"Worth it... "