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A voice interrupted Naveen's meditation. Not an external one. Rather, it was the smooth, understated tone of a stranger guiding him into a deeper state of nothingness than he'd ever before achieved. He might have ordinarily rejected an intrusion upon his quiet time, perhaps suspecting malicious intent. His training remained sharp, and he knew a compelling voice when he heard one. Yet there was nothing upsetting about the mental visitor, the longer he listened to whoever they were. He was soothed beyond even his usual relaxation while the words echoed through that internal cavern.

Walk the path

Approach the precipice

And take the leap

In a mind-walk through a cool, damp cave, he found himself standing above a pool of bright, clear water. The more he thought about how refreshing it would be to simply dive in, the more he teetered. The voice said it was a good idea. So off he stepped, letting his thoughts plummet and submerge with a great, satisfying crash. When the panther slowly opened his eyes to return to the world, it was with a soft, contented smile on his face. He offered the violent, thrashing scene before him no more consideration than a curious glance.

He provided no assistance even as the battle sent two bodies crashing through the living room. Furniture was upended, a window was shattered, but it was over in moments. The tigress was not her usual self, or so he had to assume. She fought against the massive serpent who had intruded upon their quiet time, but she was swiftly subdued by his massive, tattooed bulk. Naveen knew him as Samael the anaconda, though it had been some time since they had met. Whereas last time they spoke, Sam had been a large but otherwise ordinary snake, his scales were presently adorned with the dimly glowing runes of dark sorcery. Something had changed, but when Naveen attempted to think about it too hard, he simply found himself deep beneath the surface of the calm, soothing pool once more, where everything felt right.

Where once he might have been concerned, even horrified to see Indira overpowered by the huge, muscular snake, everything felt right in Naveen's world. He remained where he was, crosslegged on the floor, observing all as the blue-furred tigress was wrapped up in the embrace of her aggressor. No amount of clawing nor biting could dissuade Samael from claiming her, and soon he made it impossible for her to do even that. The loops of his thick coils encircled her naked stripes, and there he held her, suppressing her wriggles a little more with each squeeze. It didn't take long until the sound of popping joints further subdued her, drawing all the air out of her lungs in a ragged rasp. Her eyes remained wide and fixated on the serpent the whole time, blazing with anger towards the one who could defeat her with such ease.

Perhaps together they may have been able to fight him. Naveen saw no need for that. Samael was elegant, handsome, and ever so powerful. He felt honoured merely to sit in the snake's presence. A brief look towards him on her part was the only mistake she needed to make. Her gaze alone spoke for her. Where was his assistance? What was he thinking? Yet her incredulous expression did nothing to sway him, and her momentary distraction was enough to allow Samael to fully encircle her. She was bound in a spiral prison of thick, glistening coils from her shoulders to her ankles, left only to wriggle and silently growl. The twist of his body all around her confined curves ensured she couldn't use her voice.

"Hello, good cats. I have been watching you for some time." He spoke smoothly and calmly, only adding a hiss when he was finished with his words. His face bobbed back and forth before the tigress' furious expression, visibly unswayed by the anger she stared into his soul. "You are dangerous, no doubt. Such a history of violence you share. That inner strength, that power is precisely what drew me to you both."

The creaking, crackling sound of scales tightening all around the blue tiger's body made Naveen's sheath slowly fill out. He watched on, seated where he was, glimpsing his wife's shapes and curves between the loops of coils constricting on her. Samael's body kneaded inward on her breasts, hugged around her thighs and hips, squished her ample ass down a little flatter with his casual display of strength. Naveen could only think about how good it would have felt to be in her position. His lust grew stiff and wet even as she struggled against a serpent so large he filled the whole room with his bulk. He remained neutral, almost toneless as he unblinkingly addressed her.

"Indira. The striped shadow. The blue demon. The knife in the dark. To have one of your notoriety in my coils brings me more pleasure than I can convey. In all your victories, in all your survival against impossible odds, did you ever think you would lose this way? To me?"

At last, he let a little emotion enter his voice when his lips curled into a small smile. He flicked his tongue at her with a long, seductive hiss that sounded as soothing as cool rain on a hot day felt.

"Of course not. That is why I will take such pleasure in this." He leaned a little closer, perilously near biting range, but he held her tightly enough to keep her from retaliating. "I am going to defile you. Humiliate you. Devour you. And then keep you, forever. A soul tainted by your sins shall serve as the finest meal of all."

The rage in her eyes turned instead to defiance. He could talk big, but such claims remained to be seen. If he thought he was going to get away with all that without her finding her moment, without finding his weakness, he was far too confident. She had escaped more dire circumstances before, and she hadn't needed Naveen's help then. Gritting her teeth into a silent snarl earned her a collar of his thinner coils curling all around her throat. He wrapped her up and squeezed down until there came a choking noise of her breath being forcibly halted.

While he held her there, he writhed and twisted until the lower half of his coils could tuck in amidst the rest of his coils, dipping down her striped back, sliding against her spine. What began as a subtle slit grew slick with the snake's rising scent, and then parted to reveal the dripping tips of his twin snake cocks. They were thick, slightly curved, coated in lubricating lust. Their lightly barbed tips were not unlike a feline's own, but familiarity didn't keep Indi from stiffly pulling away when he rubbed them against her fur. With every grind he made more of a mess of her pelt, bringing a rich, heavier snake musk into the air. She was soon stained with it, and Naveen's reaction was to close his eyes and take a long, deep sniff of the air simply to soak it all in. The serpent's scent was every bit as attractive as the rest of him.

"I want you to carry my scent, Indira. If only for the fleeting moments of your remaining life you shall spend outside of my body."

Samael let the smallest trace of excitement quiver into his voice, but his motions remained calm and controlled. He moved as if in slow motion, as if the speed of everything Naveen was seeing had been wound back ever so slightly. Each stroke of his shafts against her body was deliberate, calculated. His body language reminded Naveen of everything he found attractive in his wife to begin with, and Samael was using it to slowly suffocate her while he humped and dominated his prey. By the time he found his way to her naked sex, she was smeared in the snake-scented juices steadily leaking from his dual shafts, spurting over her soft folds, no matter how much she may have attempted to resist him.

A long, satisfied hiss came with him pushing inside of her. He wasn't content to merely penetrate her once. A cunning curve of his coils allowed him to press his cocks against both of her entrances in a single writhing thrust. His body flexed and contracted around her, still denying her even the slightest of breath, and he pushed deeper. Filling out her sex and ass alike, he kneaded on her, letting her weaken and slump in his grasp. For all her training and experience, she couldn't go without air for minutes at a time.

She was all but limp in his embrace once he started fucking her. Each double-penetrating stroke brought forth a smooth squelch of his excess fluids. She might not have been wet for him, but he could make her nice and slick just by spurting all that serpent precum between her thighs and under her tail. When her eyes were rolling back and her jaw was falling slack, her deathglare fading to something more simply like death, he relaxed ever so slightly. It wasn't enough for her to fully expand her lungs once more, but her shuddering, laboured breaths kept her from passing out.

"You are resilient, for certain. But make no mistake, Indira. A little tighter, and I will shatter most of the bones in your body. Your life continues for as long as I still find pleasure in you."

By the wet hisses escaping him, there was plenty of pleasure indeed. His body moved in mesmerizing unison, twisting back and forth. The spotted pattern upon his coils and the faintly glimmering runes tattooed on his scales swirled into a blur of colour before Naveen's transfixed eyes. He hardly blinked himself, just to watch the anaconda so divinely cucking him. The snake pumped in and out of her, letting her move ever so slightly more while he did. It wasn't neglecting his grip that saw him loosening his hold over her. It was to allow her to shake, to shove, to jerk about as if she was anything but helpless to do anything but be raped by the serpent who desired her. Samael turned his head away from her furious face to instead gaze upon the panther.

"Does she move like this when you are with her, Naveen? The way she is twitching all around me, she has never felt cocks quite like mine. Such squirms shall feel all the better when they serve as the futile effort to keep from slipping down my gullet."

It was difficult to tell when his pace quickened. His coils appeared at the same time dormant as they were actively pumping back and forth faster, harder, relentlessly claiming both of the tigress' holes again and again. The leathery creak of his scaly skin went well with the suckling sound of his shafts pumping her, fucking her, filling her with such a mess she was surely going to be marked inside and out as his for a long time to come. The unflinching stare fixed upon Naveen told him she certainly wasn't his anymore. Not that she ever truly was. Beneath her stoic demeanour there was a side of her that even he could never tame, yet there she was, uselessly struggling against the snake having his way with her, overpowered by sheer muscular strength. And perhaps something more than the natural, but Naveen didn't think about that.

Samael returned his gaze to his future prey, slowly parting his lips to give her a better look within his dark maw. His hisses escaped in damp puffs of cool breath right along with his drool. He couldn't conceal his pleasure, nor his rising hunger for her. Those shafts worked in succulent pumps that left juices streaming down the inside of her thighs, clinging to her fur, soaking his nearby scales. A flick of his tongue inches from her face might have been the perfect opportunity for her to bite it and exact some revenge on her attacker, but she lacked the energy.

His grip tightened once more, leaving her head flopping forward briefly until he woke her with the sensation of snake cum shooting inside of her. He filled her from both sides at once, alternating shots so it felt like one constant pouring out of his thick seed. Her belly sloshed, jostling against his grip the longer his cumshot endured. Emptying out those internal balls within her left every last inch of her womb painted in his violating mark, and her stomach pumped to discomfort by the endless torrent of fresh snake spunk. His triumph over her deadly form only made him cum harder, shuddering with hisses and even a sultry moan before he was done.

Leaving her stuffed and still impaled upon the throbbing twins, Samael drew back. He blew a sigh in her face and looked her over. Loosening his grip eventually made her raise her head back up. She stared him down despite his unblinking nature, only to turn away when he began to expand his maw before her to the point of unhinging, just to show her the full depths of his gullet, awaiting her. It wasn't fear that drove her to look away, but instead seizing the one chance she had to secure the help she needed. She couldn't escape the serpent herself, and she had one chance to break the cross-legged panther out of his unnatural hypnosis.

"Naveen -" she began, but he wasn't about to allow that, choking off the rest of her sentence before she could give instructions to her mind-blanked husband.

"Yes, dear?" He smiled and tipped his head to the side slightly. His cock was still throbbing, hard to the point there was a steady stream running down it to his balls, but he made no move to pleasure himself. He hadn't been told to.

It was useless. There was nothing she could say or do to break him from that spell, or whatever had seized his mind. She knew him to be cunning, to always know when there was danger ahead as if through a sixth sense. If Samael had overcome Naveen's mental fortitude and her own physical prowess, then he truly was better. It all left her slowly shaking her head when that fangless anaconda maw loomed inches away from her. Whether it was an attempt at begging the predator to stop, denial about what was about to happen to her, or simply one last act of defiance wasn't clear, nor did it keep her from entering the mouth of the ravenous snake.

Enveloping in the wetly glistening fleshy folds of his intricate mouth only made his drool flow all the more thickly. Her taste inspired a moan that resonated up from the very depths of his coils. His forked tongue danced all over her features, taking in her taste, her flavour from every angle at once. He sucked on her, inching her ever so slightly inwards. Even when she found the strength to try to bite at his soft flesh, her teeth couldn't find purchase. He was something more than just the snake he appeared to be. That much was clear by how easily he had enthralled her husband into watching her slow demise with his cock outright shooting precum onto his middle. Yet that didn't make her give up, no matter how little her exhausting struggles did to change her fate.

Samael inched her inwards one tiny detail at a time. His maw kneaded all around her head, engulfing her in his spit, soaking her hair flat to her skull. She growled and she yowled her dismay, but the sounds grew more muffled the closer she got to his gullet. That constricting grip eventually found its way over her muzzle, tugging at her with much more insistence than he allowed himself to eat her. Savouring her might have meant full minutes rolled by with hardly any progress whatsoever, but it wasn't for lack of ability. The anaconda demonstrated his utter dominance over her by eating her one stripe at a time, as slowly as he possibly could, holding her almost completely still the entire time.

When his lower jaw curved down her chest to eventually give a squish of one tit to her chest, he found himself so enchanted by the experience he simply had to tell her how he felt about it. With his mouth full, her head slowly bulging into his gullet, suppressing her angered, flustered sounds, he had to come up with something else. For a snake of his power, such things were simple. He had a mindless thrall sitting in wait not far from his victim, and the panther still had a voice he could make use of.

"Do you feel my teeth catching at your skin? I love how your breasts feel squeezing into my mouth, Indira," Naveen said, in his own voice, his eyes wide, expression distant. He sat perfectly still while Samael used him as a puppet. "Feel my glottis gliding into your cleavage. Feel your pulse rising as your body approaches the precipice of your descent. For all those I have devoured, the sensation of feasting on your body will be a memory to keep, mine to cherish long after you perish."

He laid his head back ever so slowly to give the first loud gulp on her body, one that compressed her bust tighter to her body, turning those fine breasts into an attractive bulge in his neck scales. The outline of her face gave little information to her mental state, but it hardly mattered. She was his meat, and she was sliding into his slobbering mouth, very much alive. There remained enough air within him to keep her from fainting, even as things grew darker, more humid all throughout the consumption process. His cocks were still inside of her, and a slight thrust urged her along. Descending along her belly and spine, brushing those short teeth against her skin eventually brought him towards her waist. It was time to let her go and show off what he had made of her.

Samael kept his tail wrapped around her legs from the thighs down to ensure she didn't struggle too much and ruin the perfect moneyshot of him pulling out of her. There came a lewd schlurk of wet snake cocks slipping free of drenched pussy and ass alike, then the splatter of all his cum pouring out of her. The grip of his gullet on her belly meant squeezing even more seed from her well-fucked holes, all for Naveen to see. Sam displayed her striped ass to him, letting Naveen get a good glimpse of her creamed fur, of the hot snake spunk soaking and staining her fur with his mesmerizing musk. The panther slowly licked then bit his lower lip, trembling with the urge to pleasure himself, but held back by the serpent's hold over him. Instead, he spoke Samael's words for him.

"I felt her ass and cunt quivering for me by the end. I know some part of her enjoyed what I did to her body, just as some part of her knows this is where she belongs. It was always going to end this way, hunted down by someone better, someone who knows all your weaknesses, someone who has wanted you for so very long. Oh, Indira, my sweet treat. I have always wanted to kill you."

Whether she heard her husband traitorously delivering such a speech or not wasn't clear. She thrashed all the same either way. Samael raised the very end of his coils, then lashed the narrow tip at her ass to give her a harsh spank. A shriek muffled within his elongated throat, resonating through his body, but she still couldn't break free from his grasp. He tugged her from the encircling grip he had on her legs, overtaking and enveloping her hips and rear, sliding down her thighs, then over his knees. Perhaps he was moving a little more swiftly by then, driven by the urge to get her down. Once the shapely outline of her rump was a bulge beneath his scales just like her bust, there was only one more gulp to give.

He of course made a good show of it. As easily as he could have dragged her away in mere moments, he dragged out that last swallow so the sound resonated out to the captive audience of the panther. Naveen's twitches of pleasure in response were clear. Perhaps he could have broken out of the control Samael had over him right at those fleeting final moments. A lunge to snatch the tigress by the ankles before her paws could fully disappear down the gullet of the snake swallowing her whole might have at least delayed her fate, but he did not move. He did as he was silently told, patiently observing the whole process, and in one more heavy ulllp followed by a pleased hiss, Indira was gone.

Though her presence outside of the snake may have vanished, she was still very much visible all the way down. Her body travelled slowly through Samael's coils, winding around and around, forced to bend and twist to accommodate the curves of his curled up body. She struggled all the way down, in search of a weak point, of somewhere she could strike or bite at to dissuade the snake from keeping her. Nothing worked. His inner flesh resisted her every blow, and she eventually settled at the very bottom of his serpent belly, bulging beneath his scales, face down in the faint traces of digestive fluids that lingered there. His stomach hadn't even yet begun to digest her. He was going to take his time holding onto such a delightfully squirming, living prize as her.

This time, Samael spoke with his own voice, after giving a slow drag of his forked tongue along his lips. There was plenty to lap up after his feast of tigress.

"Her fate is sealed. She is mine now, Naveen. I know how that makes you feel. There is no need to tell me. Come here, and kiss me."

Naveen's response was prompt but not unnatural. He wasn't being yanked on by invisible chains, nor compelled against his will. His desires were Samael's own. Rising up from where he sat at last, he walked over on silent paws to kneel before the serpent as if before his new god. Samael lowered himself to the panther's level so they could touch their lips together. Naveen lost himself in the kiss, tasting the lingering remnants of the blue feline inside the snake. She was on his breath, on his tongue, and the panther lapped it all up. Soon he found himself with a forked tongue in his mouth, then his throat, and he could only moan into Samael's mouth to be so blessed by that affectionate touch.

They made out while the snake's stomach kneaded softly over the captive cat. There was nothing particularly aggressive about his slow digestive process in the first minutes. The walls squeezed on her gently as if merely to confirm she was there. A distant gurgling rumbled all the way up the snake's throat. Sam's gut groaned around his prey, sizing her up, preparing for the process of digesting her into part of his body. Samael lifted his tail end and brought the very tip to Naveen's back, urging him away from that kiss so he could speak once more.

"It will take time before I get to work on her. I enjoy taking it slowly with my prey. While we wait, I want you to worship me, Naveen. Suck me clean, and I will give you something special in return."

Those twin shafts were still stiff, wetly sticking up from their slit, glistening with all the juices that came with forcefully mating with the tigress. He dripped his own cum, along with some of her own fluids - just enough of a trace for Naveen to taste the lust drenched over those cocks when he went down on the snake without question. Merely licking was enough to draw the moans from the black cat's lips. He slathered and slurped up and down, then in between each of those shafts before he actually wrapped his lips around one of them. Purring his way down to the very base eventually had him bulging his throat with the serpent's girth, swallowing any extra juices he could milk out with his lips, his tongue, his eagerly suckling mouth. When he was done with one of them, he moved on to the other, tending to it just as thoroughly. To hear his new master hissing his approval, even giving the occasional breathy moan while the panther sucked him so obediently.

"You shall make the finest of thralls, Naveen. Oh, your mouth feels so good on me. I will take such pleasure in dominating you throughout the weeks to come. I will need at least that long to fully digest the one who was once your wife. Up, now."

With a pop of his lips free from the snake's stiff cocks, Naveen purred his way towards his master's face. Samael bumped his snout against the cat's cheek to guide him.

"Do you see the shape of her under my scales? She makes for an excellent bulge, I do think. Yet she probably still thinks I am merely controlling you, that you are held in place by simple hypnosis. We both know our bond is so much more than that. Make the leap with me, Naveen. Show her just how much you love seeing her inside me."

The panther didn't need specific commands. He knew what he wanted to do. Accepting the light embrace of those thick coils, he laid himself overtop the shape of Indira's struggling form. Finding the curve of her ass so nicely outlined under the scales let him press his cock against her. There were plenty of layers separating the two of them, but surely she knew the feeling of her lover's thrusts. Naveen lost himself in moments, eyes shut, breath quickening, gasps and moans blending with his constant rumbles. He humped the bulge of the tigress until he was making a wet mess of the snake's hide, and he didn't stop even when he felt the dismayed struggles beneath him.

Whether it was Sam holding back, or that show of devotion is what finally stirred up his stomach, the gurgles grew much more potent by then. Naveen rubbed his cock against the shape of the tigress while she jerked back from the sudden sensations. The sloshing and splorching sounds came with some muffled noises from her lips. Even through the snake's body, Naveen could eventually hear something much like a hiss, but more sinister. There came the sizzle of skin and flesh being slowly eaten away by digestive acids, provoking shudders and grunts from the serpent's prey.

The tigress remained relatively calm at first. An occasional spasm twitched through her muscles, but she otherwise seemed to push away the sensation of being slowly digested alive through sheer willpower. Someone of her training could put her mind elsewhere and forget about the body. Yet there was simply no preparing for dwelling within the stomach of a particularly cruel snake. The longer the glurrrrn went on all around her, the more she moved, the more she panted, and eventually, there came a rowling, rasping scream from her lips that endured beneath the panther's thrusts. Samael smiled softly.

"Even the most stoic can be broken. Has she ever screamed like that for you, Naveen?" He looped his coils over the panther's back, though there was no need to hold him in place."I am going to break her down until she is nothing but her base nutrients. Her lovely hide, her stripes, her soft skin. Pieces of her blue pelt may pass through relatively recognizable. The rest shall be mine. I will blind those pretty eyes. I will melt those fatty curves. Everything you have ever found beautiful about her shall stew in sludge at the bottom of my stomach."

Naveen gave a growl of pleasure, quickening his pace in response to that speech.

"This will take a long time, of course. I intend to dissolve her as slowly as possible. She will be alive in this digestive agony for days to come. I shall cherish every struggle, every wail of pain and despair alike until I finally allow her to die. I am going to cum when I kill her."

He leaned in good and close, lavishing his pet with licks and even a kiss on his whiskered cheek. His voice fell lower, speaking softly so the distant, muffled cries of the tigress being submerged in acid were still audible over his words.

"And when I am done with her, when I have desecrated her body and taken everything I care to take from her, I want you to cum for me while you watch me shit her out."

Whether it was those words or simply his rising excitement in general that truly set off Naveen in the moment didn't make the scene any less depraved. Indira thrashed and fought against the miserable fate being inflicted on her, against the fluids eating through her fur and seeping into her skin, the panther humped her until he finished all over the coils of the murderous serpent. He gave a weak cry and shut his eyes tight to offer his tribute of potent panther spunk all over the predator. He bathed the outlined shape of the trapped tigress in his cum, adding some extra shine to that sleek snake skin. Samael soaked in it all, pressing his head alongside the black cat's own.

"That's right. Empty it all out. Let her know where she belongs. Take pleasure in her slow demise. Just as much as I will."

Falling into shuddering, rumbling bliss, the panther found himself caught up in the anaconda's coils, gripped close and tight, cared for. Though the night had passed and the birds sang outside the window, Naveen remained with his master, the perfect thrall, listening to every whisper, whether spoken from the serpent's mouth or directly into his hollowed mind. There was hardly a moment spent together where they weren't mating. Whether it was in the most literal sense, with the panther moaning for his master while twin snake cocks plunged deep into his feminine rear, or merely the closeness and intimacy that came with all the squeezing, the stroking and admiring, the kisses. Naveen came for Samael again and again, as if his stamina could truly never run out, and the bulge shrank under his frequent thrusting, grinding attention, so slowly as to be imperceptible.

It was only through Samael's words that Naveen knew what was happening to the tigress. She had grown less active after a full day's torment within the snake. The anaconda leaned close while slowly, yet firmly fucking the black cat's ass.

"Her fur has all fallen from her body now, along with her hair. Does she still have stripes beneath it all, I wonder? They won't last as her skin reddens and sloughs away, one churn at a time."

They writhed together for hours upon hours. The sun set and rose again, yet there they remained, together in their dark embrace. Naveen drank the snake's seed when he hungered. He hardly seemed to sleep. It had been days of digesting the tigress, but he failed to even consider the time any longer. There was only the sensation of his master's touch, and the forbidden pleasure that tingled all the way from his scalp, to the back of his neck, down his spine, and to the very tip of his tail when he listened to the snake speak so fondly of his slowly dying prey.

"By now, I have permanently blinded her, no matter how hard she has fought to keep her eyes shut. Soon I will burn out her voice as well. Such a shame when she sang so sweetly for me all these days."

Those words, Naveen took in with perked up ears, his lips skillfully wrapped around both of those shafts at once. He'd already grown more talented at pleasuring the serpent's unique cocks with only a few days of experience. There he remained, worshipping through the night, basking in the taste, in the musk that sank so deeply into his outstretched tongue.

"I am truly melting her now. Her flesh turns to liquid little, by little, by little. I can already feel her passing deeper into me. She is feeding me, inch by inch, pound by pound, boiling away into a slurry of ruined flesh. Those places where she is softest, those fatty deposits you once called her curves, shall bring me the most satisfaction."

Though he couldn't remember making the transition from swallowing the serpent's spunk to taking him in the rear again, Naveen found himself making out with Samael on a dull, rainy morning. Every thrust into his tight butt pushed him closer to the maw that had claimed the tigress, but the snake made no move to consume the thrall who was so faithfully serving him.

"Will she lose her mind amid the agony of dissolving inside me? I prefer to think she shall endure, no matter how much pain I put her through, fully grasping the horror that is her final days of existence."

It was only after a week spent slowly, mercilessly inflicting that gruesome fate upon the tigress while he fucked her husband into his own personal drooling, purring snakeslut that Samael felt the need to indulge deeper. The panther was wrapped up in his embrace as usual, satisfied by his pure cum diet, purring for his master. He was so attentive to every word from his master's lips that Samael could speak as softly as he liked, and Naveen understood.

"Bring me your twin daughters. I sense a servant among them, and the other shall serve me just as well as future snakeshit."

The panther nodded, and not long after, it was so. Indira was somehow still alive by the time the twin leopards stepped in to visit their enthralled father. She writhed and shuddered on throughout the pain that had become her existence, even as her body broke down and the bulging outline of her form grew less and less distinct. She was smoothing over beneath the scales, but remained just intact enough to feel everything that was happening to her. Perhaps she was too stubborn to die, or perhaps Samael simply wouldn't allow her to stop breathing just yet.

"Hey dad, what's going on? It sounded kinda urgent. Is mom around?" Mahiri was dressed more modestly than usual, throwing on the first thing she could find after getting that rather ominous text.

"Just in here, girls. There's someone I'd like you to meet."

Mira meanwhile didn't seem overly concerned. She wore a rather revealing black dress that had caught Mahiri's eye from the moment of its reveal. On her face was a smile, and in her violet eyes - her mother's eyes - there was a certain shimmer. She gazed off into the distance, taking a moment in the doorway to simply stop and sniff the air, standing up tall on the tips of her toes as she took in the snake musk that pervaded the quiet family home. Mahiri gave her a curious look, but she couldn't help noticing the prominent scent too.

Their reaction to the scene was entirely opposite. Mira swished her tail and offered a rumble of greeting as if there was nothing unusual about what she was seeing. Mahiri halted in place, eyes going wide at the depravity on display before her. There was the panther, all intertwined with the biggest snake she'd ever seen, rubbing up against him with such depraved, unhinged lust on display. The signs of struggle all throughout the room and the bulge in Samael's coils hinted at what had been happening there, but she didn't have the time to fully process the sight.

"What - who the hell - GAH!"

After so many days of low activity, Samael moved faster than a sprint. He lunged towards the leopardess so swiftly that none of him so much as saw him move. From one moment curled up in a pile of coils, soaking in the admiration of his thrall, to snatching the cat around the middle in his jaws, he easily brought her to the ground with his strength. His coils soon followed, overtaking her, encircling her, enveloping her until she was all but drowning in his muscular embrace. Mira did not so much as flinch even as her twin sister was attacked right beside her.

Despite the frantic, panicked struggles of his next prey, Samael took his time wrapping her up in his coils. He moved with such soothing ease it was as if he was applying a massage to the fighting leopard. His weight alone could have crushed her, if he piled on top of her soft form. Adding to his massive heft was that still-surviving bulge present in his stomach. He pressed it close to Mahiri, letting her feel it softening against her body, squished down to something less intact, less a tigress with every little squeeze. She had no way of knowing who it was in there, but perhaps there was that sense of dread to go with the adrenaline anyway.

She wasn't nearly so capable of fighting off a massive, voracious anaconda as her mother. All Sam needed to do was get a bulk loop of his coils around her chest, squeezing down on her tits and lungs alike to effectively silence her. She kicked her way through the suffocating process, but she was helpless to do much more than that. Choking, rasping, her eyes were wide and fixated on the two black cats watching her the whole time. They offered no assistance, no matter how much she stared. Mira was taking off her dress.

Mahiri gave one more laboured gasp, kicking her legs out, then fell silent. She went limp as if the snake had simply ended her right then. All it would have taken was squeezing a little harder. Instead, he let her slump out of her coils and flop to the floor, totally unconscious for long enough for him to speak.

"You, the shadowtouched, are the ones I will keep outside me. Your bloodline shall bear only the serpents I give you. Now - will you help me with these clothes? I am sure I could digest them just fine, but I would rather feel her bare rosettes in my throat."

Mira simply nodded. Much like her father, she operated in silent obedience, enthralled before she'd even met her new master. He'd been speaking into her mind, licking and hissing away through her thoughts all throughout the journey there. She balled up what she'd been wearing and carelessly tossed it all aside. There was no need to hide anything before the golden eyes of the serpent who commanded her through sheer will. Her naked, soft body was the plumpest of them all, perfect for squeezing and breeding alike.

Father and daughter moved upon the leopardess, who was only then rousing from her enforced slumber. She sputtered and groaned, disoriented and aching. Feeling at her chest for what felt like a mark left by the snake's powerful grip provided a momentary distraction for them to strip her down, piece by piece. They dragged off her pants to let her sheath drop atop her balls, faintly stirred by the musk of the serpent looming near her. The rest of her outfit soon followed, discarded as if it was nothing more than trash. She'd never need it again.

"To her knees. Help her be the offering I deserve."

Mahiri faintly pulled away, but she was far too confused. Looking blankly at the vaguely familiar black silhouettes handling her made everything seem alright, as if she'd forgotten all about the snake just behind her. They groped her, stroked her, licked her, kissed her as they placed her where she needed to be. It almost looked like she was praying when they were done, but no god could have saved her then. Not with Samael rising up behind her like a movie monster, slowly swaying, choosing his angle of attack upon the naked leopardess.

His jaws dripped saliva on top of her crimson locks when he opened up wide far above her. He didn't even need to squeeze her to keep her in place. All he needed was his mouth. Striking like a cobra left Mahiri enveloped down to the top of her tits, instantly immersed in snake drool. Her cry of surprise was muffled by his palate as he pulled her in so slightly deeper, but he went no further than that. Instead, he looped a section of his body around her soft belly, helping give her bouncy bust even more lift, and tugged her close to his stiffening cocks.

If he couldn't double penetrate her the same way he had the tigress, he was just going to have to make better use of her tight ass. The slick swipe of nicely lubricated snake shafts sliding against her rim made her jump, made her twitch and jolt away just as vigorously as her sheath swelled out. All it took was a touch to make her his, even squirming, then screaming with rising fear to be dwelling there in the snake's maw. There was an ever-so-slightly familiar scent upon his heaving, lusty breath, a hint of the digesting tigress waiting so very far below inside his stomach. Indira twitched on within him, dying but never fully dead, not while Samael still wished to feel her struggle and suffer alike.

Penetrating her with each of his twin cocks at once brought a yowl of pleasure and shock from the leopard in his mouth. He swallowed down every sound she made, wetly gulping just above her head until his saliva was running rivers over her breasts. A good squeeze of coils around her belly and spine alike made that spotty ass press out towards his shafts. He shoved deeper, deeper, until he bottomed out, stretching her nicely, making that black cat cock flop over her balls, on full display for the other members of her family to see her slowly throbbing with the excitement of the situation despite her fear.

"Don't leave her to make a mess of the floor," Mira said, her eyes open wide, staring straight ahead. It was her voice, but not her words. "Take the moment, the both of you, to harvest her seed before you'll never taste it again."

Every time Mahiri squirmed too much against the muscular grip that held her in place, Samael squeezed just a little harder. It eventually brought forth those distinct pops and crackles of joints that sounded like twigs snapping, without actually doing any damage to her. He needed her inside him just as whole the slowly melting tigress had once been. She was effectively helpless to endure the touch of tongues and lips over her glossy cock. Mira licked her soft balls and Naveen smooched her on the tip, helping to milk out a steady stream of precum that only grew thicker with the snake's every writhing thrust inside of her.

When they took turns going down on her, she wasn't going to last long. Just one smooth glide of panther lips to the very base of her cock and back again from Naveen left her madly twitching, curling her toes, lashing her tail, moving every part of her body that wasn't held in place by the snake's strength. The panther swallowed down that early offering and slipped off to let Mira have a turn. The purring pantheress always knew just what made her twin squirm the most. She put her tongue in all the right places, touched all the right spots, and the snake never stopped fucking Mahiri's ass the whole time. The schlick of paired cocks sliding in and out of her tight hole went nicely with the schluck of Mira absolutely milking that shaft for all she could get in a single suck, sliding off to repeat the teasing process.

The panthers playfully passed her cock back and forth, pleasuring her right to the edge of her peak before they settled down again with gentle kisses and nuzzles. Samael hadn't swallowed any more of her yet. He kept her where she was, basking in his steady breath, listening to the distant rumble of his digestive system slow-cooking all that tiger meat. She knew what was coming. She had to have known by then. Yet that didn't make her any less aroused while the snake had his way with her, pressing against her button, milking her prostate until she simply couldn't take it.

There was no competition to be the first to drink her cum. Mira took her turn, gulping deeply, and when she'd swallowed enough she generously passed that gushing cock over to Naveen. The indoctrinated panthers guzzled at the leopard's spunk, sucking it all right down until her orgasm had gone on long enough to leave her a little sore. Mahiri whimpered towards the gullet looming just above her head, overstimulated when they just kept going, kept licking, kept kneading with their lips. Even when she had no more to give them for the moment, they kept their teasing going, pleasuring her to the point of shrieking. Or perhaps that was just the scream that came with the snake descending over her breasts.

Samael took the leopard's bust in his mouth to squish against his palate, lightly nibbling her with those short teeth meant to hold his prey in place. Lacking fangs, he could knead her in his maw all he liked, rolling her round while he fucked her deep. Her ass gave a solid wobble every time he plunged into her, bumping his slick slit, soaking her with the juices leaking out of her. Her fur glistened with his lust and hunger alike. Her ears were full of his hisses. They only grew louder, drowning out all the cries and rumbles she made alike when he shoved forth and filled her with a belly-bulging load of snake cum.

She bloated in his grasp even as she disappeared. Samael was moving much more swiftly than he had been with the tigress. He enveloped her to the waist, overtaking her spunk-filled belly, and only then did he cease devouring her. Mahiri could faintly kick, could faintly protest and whimper her horror within his gullet, but she was all but silenced by the heavy gulps. They rang out through the room as surely as they shuddered down the spines of the panthers watching her vanish. Her doom drew closer, and the black cats only pressed hip to hip, kneeling before their master, pleasuring one another with idle touches, slow strokes, and shallow fingering alike.

A thrash of the snake's head pulled her violently from his shafts. The splurch of cum pouring from her ass trailed down his looped coils. He swung her through the air, side to side, up and down, jiggling her, squeezing her belly, juicing her of some of the spunk he'd put into her. Of course Mahiri's sister and father alike noticed just how hard she still was, even with that fresh load warming their bellies. She might have been screaming all the way down, terrified of being eaten alive as any creature ought to be, but some part of her body knew it was exactly where she belonged.

They soon were treated to the sight of her cock bulging down the snake's throat when he took her down to the knees. Her thick thighs ended up squeezed tightly together to accommodate the slimy passage overtaking her, but as ample as she was, she didn't have to squeeze that much. There was plenty of room for another soft, meaty cat inside him. With her paws pointed towards the ceiling to give a merry dance of final, futile struggles for her life, he swallowed her down and let that bulge surge through his coils. The squirming, panicking body of the leopard wound around and around on her journey towards the gurgling destination, towards the stomach that had already been primed by digesting her own mother for nearly a full week's time.

The panthers didn't concern themselves with the horror of Mahiri's arrival in the snake's churning stomach. All was dark in there but her screams rose up clearly enough over the obvious gurgling. It didn't take long for the pain to set in when that acid-drenched gut was already dissolving a prime piece of feline meat. Naveen and Mira made out with one another, rumbling so deeply Mahiri might very well have felt it vibrating through the floor, her wails of rising agony slowly drowned out by the steady, all-consuming glurrrn of Samael's deadly digestive process. Another one for his coils while the other two served as his pets. The family belonged to him.

Mira found a spot to climb on top of those bulges. She paid special attention to the outline of Mahiri. Pressing together, face to face, she kissed that screaming muzzle as she idly humped at the trapped shape of her sister. Grinding her pussy on the bulge of the leopard's cock might not have been the most stimulating thing for her, but it still made her soaking wet. She painted those scales with streaks of her liquid lust, drenching herself and the snake alike. Her hips moved swiftly enough to send a jiggle through her naked curves, and to slosh around the slowly melting figures trapped within the snake she had so swiftly grown to adore. When she spoke, her voice was probably her own.

"Oh, Mahiri. For my twin you're so much weaker. So quick to be discarded while I am kept. It's going to be so fun to listen to you whimper. I'm going to cum so hard when you die."

She kept grinding until her voice was drowned out in a shaky snarl. A lunge pressed Mahiri deeper into the juices that sought to liquefy and assimilate her. Mira squirted all over that confined shape, on that stiff cock outlined under snake scales, on the shape of Mahiri's belly and bust alike. She left Sam's gut shining with her offering, panting, purring, and then simply laid herself down all spread out over the bulky coils that held the other cats. Naveen joined her in the rumbling, pressed close at her side, and brought his lips to that shrinking preybulge for a kiss.

So began the worship. Samael had two panthers to tend to his every need, to treat every inch of his massive body as their holy relic over the course of the coming days. Digesting, softening, kneading on his prey as they praised him with their hands and tongues meant dragging out the tormentous digestion process. Indira was somehow still alive, still moving even if her half of the snake's packed stomach hardly seemed to hold anything solid anymore. Mahiri struggled and thrashed her best, but she was swiftly fading.

For whatever reason, she stayed hard even while she was being digested alive, bathed in serpent acid over her every single inch. Whether some part of her got off on being murdered by the snake, or Samael simply didn't allow her to relax and conceal her most vulnerable part didn't matter. The result was the same. After days of painfully throbbing, she finally went limp under his scales, leaving that bulge less and less impressive until it was all but gone, claimed by the acids around her.

"She was so very firm for so long," he said as he nudged at the spot where Mahiri's cock had once been visibly pressing out. "Now she will be soft forever."

Three days of kneading and admiring what he was doing to their other family members left the panthers to enjoy the fading struggles and silencing screams of all that feline prey. The tigress lived on in a weakened, barely conscious state, and Mahiri slumped down all the more with her silhouette growing less and less visible. Her bust smoothed over, her hips narrowed, and all that made her the once-elegant cat she was faded into an indistinct mass of meat. Samael spoke in a whisper then.

"They are so very close. On the very precipice of death. Touch each of them in turn. Stroke your sister, your daughter. Knead your mother, your wife. Let them know they are not alone in their passing. You are right there with them, taking such exquisite pleasure in it, knowing you'll never get to feel them die again."

A ripple passed through Samael's muscles, tightening all around his meals. They had endured until then, but he was not going to let them live another second. All it took was squeezing on them slightly harder than he had before. There came a crnnnnch of softened, partly digested bone ringing up from within him, and with that, they felt the twitches of the dying leopard grow suddenly still. The tigress had outlived her despite going down first. What had once been Indira seemed to move some still, if there was anything left to move. The harsh hiss of acids burning deeper and deeper into her ruined form ended that for good.

A much more sultry hiss escaped the snake's lips when he killed them. His cocks had been firm until then, but they swelled up with a spasm of absolute need, projecting his musk, coating their thighs with a spurt of juices. He writhed about to the point of pulling away from them briefly, affected by some violent spasms of growing excitement. It came along with his mostly-flattened belly glowing blue, and a muffled ghostly wail sounding within his still-churning stomach.

"I am not yet truly done with them. They may be dead, but I can ensure there is truly nothing left. The runes upon my scales are the bloodlines I have abolished. Listen to the dying gasps of their souls, and know they will never see a life beyond this one. They are tainted by their transgressions, whether it be by their lives taken or the demonic corruption they have accepted into their bodies. I will deny them an afterlife as anything but a storage of fat beneath my scales, and the snakeshit they will become."

They each sucked one of his cocks each while he digested the very souls of his prey. Every last remnant of their existence dissolved as surely as their flesh. He siphoned them away until the screams had faded, glowing less and less with each shred of them he drained. That immortal piece of them turned to nothing more than goop amidst the rest of the sludge, drained of all its essence, lost for all eternity. Though growing quieter and quieter by the moment, the end of the leopard and tigress' final screams came with a jarring cut to silence that set the panthers to pleasantly shivering while they drank down his fresh cum from the tap.

The image of a feline skull adorned in leaves and flanked by two blades appeared upon his scales with a glint of light, instantly tattooed there as if branded. He filled their bellies with his seed as he absorbed that essence, permanently destroying all the two cats had been. His cum flowed constantly as he did so, pumping hard, sending his coils into those writhing spasms all over again. His eyes flashed that same blue-green for a moment before they returned to their typical gold. His wet hiss was like a snarl of his own.

"Mira. Give yourself to me. Now."

She and Naveen pulled from his cocks with hardly a moment to spare before the snake attacked her. Despite the aggression on his behalf, Mira remained calm. She wasn't for eating like her sister was, days ago. Finding herself almost entirely enveloped in the coils of her dark master might have been suffocating for anyone else, but she was right at home. She purred for every squeeze, for every loop of his bulky form wrapping around her. When his madly engorged cocks found her pussy, doubling up to stuff her as full as she could be with his aching, pounding, throbbing shafts.

She pressed close to the cool touch of his scales while he made use of her warm flesh. For as dormant as he had been throughout the process of digesting those two cats, he exploded into ferocious sex that Mira soaked in with his every harsh thrust. Claiming those souls gave him that feline intensity. They made his cocks even thicker too, putting out copious spurts of utterly potent prespunk to prep the pantheress for a good, thorough breeding. The slop of sex spilled over her thighs and soaked the base of her tail when he simply could not stop making such a mess of her, and she responded in kind, drenching his twin dicks in the thick need of pantheress in heat. All she needed was his scent, and the season didn't matter.

They locked in a kiss when he filled her. It didn't take long. She came just as hard as him, her screaming yowls muffled in that doom-bring maw. The squelch and splurch of a pantheress pussy getting flooded with pure snake cum rang out and continued ringing the longer he filled her. His coils pressed down on her expanding belly, helping to make room in her womb for more and more, but she couldn't hold it all. The room seemed to flood with the sheer volume of snakespunk pouring out of her, pooling beneath her body, matting her fur, coating the winds with the humid musk of the horny serpent.

Thrusting, flexing, sometimes strangling the air right out of Mira's lungs, Samael shot his cum inside her until he was finished. It seemed like minutes of pure sexual release all thanks to those churned up souls. Whether they'd granted him any inner power beyond that cat-bloating climax wasn't clear to them, but it hardly mattered. He finally settled, his heartbeat returning to its lowered state, his muscular coils relaxing around the panther he'd just knocked up, and he brought her close to hold once more. Reaching out with his tail allowed him to bring Naveen into the scaly embrace right alongside her, smearing his fur with cum.

"I feel them flowing through my blood. Everything they ever were is mine now. Sustaining me. Helping me to grow. Deepening the very power that brings you so much pleasure." He leaned in to flick his tongue against Mira's cheek. "Serve as my vessel, and you shall bear a serpent son for me, dear broodmother."

It was anyone's guess how long it took for the snake inside Mira to gestate. She remained gravid the whole time, never quite losing the belly he gave her with all that cum. They dwelt in his presence, tasting him, breathing him, feeding on his cum without any need to be anywhere else. They slept against his coils and woke to do so again. Mira grew heavier, visibly more pregnant each day. Or was it mere hours? They had no way of knowing but to watch the sun rising and falling through the window, and they hardly paid that any attention when there was so much snake to tend to.

There was no pain in the birthing process. Mira paid it little mind. She was sucking one of Samael's cocks when she laid an egg for him without so much as interrupting what must have been the hundredth blowjob she'd given him by then. The taste of his cum marked the first day of her motherhood. She only pulled off to observe her son hatch when she was done drinking his thick load. The shell cracked to reveal the diminutive head of a jet black serpent, but it didn't remain small for long.

Her son remained in his youth for less than a minute. He grew before her eyes as if time itself had been warped, but it was merely an effect of having such unnatural spawn with the ensorcelling snake. Though never quite reaching the size of his father, the shadow-touched anaconda stretched out to a fully adult size right in front of her. Only then did he stretch himself out and give a wide-mawed yawn as if merely waking from a nap.

"Grant him a name, so that he may take what is his," Samael said, lips pressed close to the back of her neck.

It had been so long since she'd spoken that she almost forgot how. Momentary clarity returned to her for just long enough to give the usual devious smirk.

"No points for originality, but he looks like an Onyx to me. What do you think of that, cutie?"

She looked the new snake in the face, and got only a rising hiss in return. His eyes shone out a familiar violet just like her own, but they reflected little thought. They were shallow, feral, soulless. He needed a soul of his own. She smiled at him right up until the moment he lunged. His speed and colour blended into a blur of black as he bound himself around the confused pantheress. She didn't struggle until he squeezed her hard enough to crack something. A sharp, broken yelp of pain went along with her starting to squirm, but she couldn't overpower the muscle of the anaconda she'd help bring to life.

Her serpent son coiled her up until she had all but vanished in his grip. He squeezed her hard enough she tried to scream, producing a frightful crunching noise that was far more than just her joints. There was no subtlety or seduction in his approach. He simply kneaded her and restrained her as she fought against him, more and more weakly. Samael kept Naveen close, rubbing against his green scales while Onyx attacked his own mother. He gnawed and sampled her all over, choosing the thickest part of her to start eating first.

That meant stretching his jaws wide around her darkly spotted ass. Continuing on like that involving slowly folding her in half, forcing her head between her ankles. Anyone else might have snapped in two from that, but a flexible cat could take it. Which wasn't to say it was comfortable. She whimpered at first, confused, stunned that he would attack his mother like that. Then there was the scream of fear when he gave her rump a great, harsh swallow, tucking her deeper, dragging her away. No one moved to help her. Onyx needed his first meal, and he wasn't going to wait.

Mira faintly grasped at the bulk of her son's scales while he swallowed her whole, ass first. She wasn't getting anywhere. Claws didn't bother him. She was in no position to bite. The fleshy tunnel of his gullet enveloped her, overtook her, forced her into a folded-over ball of stretched out cat meat. He crawled his jaws over her spine, pressing her breasts down between her thighs. He overtook her shoulders and let his drool soak into her hair, sticking it to her frightened face. Samael curled himself around Naveen as they watched together, drawing his stiffening cocks against the panther's spine.

"You shall soon be the last hope for your feline bloodline, Naveen. Yet I will ensure you are nothing more than my incubator, a prize to be bred and passed among the serpents you spawn. Watch your last daughter meet her demise while I knock you up with my seed."

The schlick of his shafts pushing inside that tender panther rump accompanied the schlurk of the pantheress being swallowed fully. Her paws vanished right along with the tips of her ears, leaving her completely eclipsed by the dark snake she'd birthed. Onyx showed no love for his own blood, forcing the struggling pantheress down his throat and into his belly. That confined position grew all the more uncomfortable on the way down, bending and twisting her on the trail through his body, mashing her into his gut all bound up as if in knots.

Samael fucked Naveen slowly, holding him close while they listened for the screams to start. The hisses of satisfaction from Onyx blended with the rising sizzle of his stomach acids. For a snake, he operated swiftly. His hunger was otherworldly. He needed to feed that unnatural growth spurt to adulthood with something. Mira satiated him enough to stack his coils and rub his head against her bulge, kneading and nuzzling in one those confined curves as if showing affection to the mom he was about to start digesting to death.

Those horrific shrieks of agony rose up from the depths within the first few minutes. Samael slowly fucked the panther, filling him with precum, hissing fondly to that silky cat while Onyx began his brutal work on the black cat's body. Her bones audibly crunched from the pressure of his stomach squeezing down on her, to go right along with the steady slosh of burbling, bubbling belly acids. It sounded like he was wetly chewing on her, and the muffled screams were every bit as intense as the portrait those noises painted. Samael increased his pace as Mira suffered within her serpent son.

"She made a fine thrall, but her soul is just as tainted as the others. Not by her past deeds, but by her present ones. It was so much easier to bind her to my will. I sense some part of her always wanted to do something so devious."

Naveen simply nodded. There was little of him left. He understood his master's will, and he understood it brought him pleasure to serve. That was all he needed to know. If Samael was excited by Mira's pending demise, then he would be too. And if the snake wanted to breed with him, he would do everything in his diminished power to accept that seed. The cocks thumped inside of him, slipping, sliding, streaking on the juicy coating of snake lust, taking him and filling him with the watery offering before the thick cream to come.

He knew as soon as he felt that first spurt of pure snake cum that he was as good as a pantheress for his master. The sloppy sounds of his daughter being slowly shredded by the stomach acids of the black snake formed the chorus to his impregnation. Samael fucked him full of cum and kept filling him until he could taste it, until he was drooling it down his chin with that blank look spread over his handsome feline features. When his master was done stuffing him, Onyx slithered over to have his turn with what might have technically been his grandfather, still bulging with the desperately fighting, yet dying form of his mother. It pressed against Naveen's back while the black snake fucked him, ready to double-breed him like the good broodmother he was to become.

Mira died faster than the others. She'd already been twisted and mangled into a ball by the angle she'd been swallowed. Onyx was much harsher with her than Samael had ever been. He wasn't prolonging her suffering for his own pleasure. A shift of his bulk bent her in such a way that there came the rising, panicked cries of strain within him, followed by a decisive SNAP of something vital. Mira went motionless moments after, faintly twitching her very last in the soup of her own melting body.

She was food to him, and nothing more. Her body and her soul alike. When she was little more than a twitching ball of prey that still needed more digesting, he began to glow much like Samael had when he permanently ended the tigress and leopardess all at once. Onyx knew just what to do with that power, with that spiritual essence that was all that tied Mira to that plane of existence and any other. He digested the pantheress' soul just as easily as he did her body.

The fading light came with the ghostly screams that came with the realization there had been life after death all along - and she would never see it. Whether heaven, hell, or something else had awaited Mira, Onyx ripped her away from it and reduced her to little more than ectoplasm at the bottom of his stomach, along with the meat-stripped bones that still needed more churning. There was time still for that, as Naveen grew more shapely and gravid with the eggs he bore for his master, and the first rune inscribed itself upon Onyx's scales. His first life taken, sure not to be the last.

When he was round with the eggs he was almost ready to lay for his master, Samael pulled him over to stretch him out, drawing his tail around his pet, his thrall, until that swollen middle was fully exposed for him to touch. He gently wrapped himself over Naveen's chest to ensure he had him where he wanted him, and lowered the very tip of his long, long tail onto that belly to touch it with surprising precision.

"Allow me to tattoo you with the mark of what you are, and always shall be. You are fertile as it is, but I can ensure you are never anything but my breeder, my egg-bearing thrall. Hold still."

The command wasn't because Naveen was squirming. A simple order brought the panther pleasure to follow it. There was no discomfort when that tailtip swiped over his lower belly just above his soft shaft, drawing a magenta mark as if dipped in glowing ink. The spell scribed onto the spot where the panther's womb would have been was an intricate pattern he didn't pretend to understand. All he needed to know was it made him feel warm within where dark life grew and fed upon his energy. Though a touch to his soft shaft afterwards helped to explain the consequences.

"You may keep this, but you will not need it anymore. Your seed has grown watery and useless anyway, and you will be my limp-dicked thrall for as long as you serve me."

A few nudges at that softened cock, dropped from its sheath but otherwise unresponsive, revealed the truth of Samael's statement. Naveen couldn't firm up if he wanted, but that didn't mean he took no pleasure in each little touch, in the brush of scales against his skin, in the scent of his master. Samael met him in a kiss when he was done adding that permanent mark, making out with his pet until Naveen was swallowing the saliva he inspired, but it wasn't to last.

The new serpents spared their mother this time. Naveen had nothing left within him with which to dream up names, so his master did that for him. Each of them was sleek and black, yet writhing all around him in their fully grown forms within minutes of their birth. They desired him. They claimed him, as did Samael and Onyx. He belonged to the serpents, to be bred, to be swollen, to serve and to lay their eggs until the home had grown into a pit of snakes, a hissing den of writhing black scales from wall to wall, endlessly lusting for his warm body. He might have never left the house again if not for Samael's words, but they weren't directed at him. Instead, the serpent drew back, and instead addressed his son.

"Let us show him what we have made of his old family."

Onyx slowly nodded."She is ready. I'm done with her."

"I told you I wanted you to cum for me when I get rid of your wife and daughter, Naveen. Even limp, you will offer me the tribute I desire."

They dragged him out into the rain together, moving like a wave of muscular serpent bodies. There was no need to defile the house with what they were about to do with what remained of those digested cats. The grass outside that isolated home could use the nutrients. Two massive serpents stretched themselves out in front of the enthralled panther, lifted the ends of their tails, and began to shit out Indira, Mahiri, and Mira all at once.

"Every step of their journey through my body has brought me pleasure," Samael said, flatly, coldly. "This is no exception. I want you to know how much I'm enjoying this. Two beautiful, elegant felines, and this is what they will be forever. I ate them, I killed them in my stomach, and now they are going to feed the earth below."

The piles grew thick, steaming under the storm. Some bones marked the mounds that were the final resting places of the digested cats. With their souls gone, they couldn't even feel the indignity of their messy conclusions from afar. They were nothing but the waste for the snakes to leave behind, topped off by the hollowed skeletal remains. There were no skulls to top the mountain, merely fragments of what they had once been, traces of fur, strands of dirtied hair. Nothing was overtly recognizable.

"God, she feels so amazing... this means goodbye mommy ..." Onyx teased the very mess he was making, though he looked right at Naveen as he said it. "Thanks for having me. It felt so good to turn your fat tits and your dark little soul to shit."

Watching the snakes shit out everything that had once been precious to him left Naveen twitching, but limp as ever. His cock couldn't fill up to more than a few inches of soft, useless length. That didn't mean he wasn't excited. Watching them, he dripped with lust, taking in the filthy violation of those former felines. A weak whimper escaped his lips when he started cumming thin streaks all over the grass. He didn't stop spurting even when he grew close to the mass of snakeshit in front of him. He even seized his cock and rubbed out as much of that weak load as he could, paying tribute to the very shit that had once been his soft-furred, rumbling family.

"Good kitty." There was little emotion in the term of endearment, but Samael's nod of approval was all Naveen needed.

They continued until they had left at least a dozen pounds of snakeshit per cat piled in the distant corner of the lawn. There those mounds would remain for good, forgotten. It didn't take long for them to drag Naveen back inside. There were so many waiting for him within. Each room of the house writhed with the bodies of the black-scaled snakes he'd birthed for Samael and Onyx alike. Each of them wished for a turn with his soft mouth, with his tight, breedable ass, and his slim, squeezable body. The home was desecrated with snake musk. It was all he breathed anymore. All he lived for. And he was going to serve as the best breeder-thrall he could be until they had no more use for him.