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In the lives of an adventurer, especially one that so commonly flirted with the lines between heaven and hell, angels and demons...temptation was everywhere.

In the cases of Tayelle and Sabrith, temptation was quite literally coming out of the walls.

"I'm telling you, we've gone way too far into this labyrinth! We have to turn back while we still have a chance!"

It was Tayelle, the voice of reason, that was trying desperately to get the more rambunctious of the pair, Sabrith, to reconsider trying to find another legendary treasure at the end of a dungeon...this time, it was a treasure that they'd never even seen, and only heard of on a whim, while they were passing through a small town after another empty-handed return.

Getting into the dungeon, known as the Keep of Dark Imps, was a task all its own, but further still was the challenge of actually getting all the way from the front entrance to the treasure, and then making it all the way back out without having to encounter any further enemies. If they could even reach the treasure, at this point, Tayelle was convinced that the pair of adventurers would be buried with their claim.

"I've been decoding the small symbols on the walls the entire time, Tayelle. I'm sure that we're close to the treasure by now! We've got nothing to worry about!"

With her weapons dripping the blood of dead imps and her armor scratched down to the point that Tayelle was just glad she wasn't threadbare, she was quick to give her companion a deadpan look. "I'm sorry...but you and I have a very different idea of what nothing to worry about is."

It was true that Sabrith had been following symbols on the walls, and that she might actually have some clue of where she was going, but that didn't mean that she knew exactly where she was going, and Tayelle was near the end of her rope. Exhaustion was starting to set in from hours of fighting in the dark, and the low, eerie glow of torches didn't help to settle her mood whatsoever. She almost felt that the lesser imps were giving their lives to draw the pair further into the dungeon...she knew it was just a feeling, but she simply couldn't shake it.

"We're so close to the treasure, I can taste it!" Sabrith assured her traveling partner. "If we just go straight down this hallway, and take another right, I'm sure we'll be at the treasure room!"

Tayelle was hesitant to trust Sabrith on her hunch, but at the end of it all, she was running out of energy to argue, much less energy to keep on fighting. If there really was to be a treasure room at the end of the hallway, she'd need to save every ounce of energy she had in order to fight off the almost certain hoards of imps that would be guarding it. Above all things, imps valued brilliant, shining treasures more than anything else in the world, even their own lives, and they were happy to die to protect gold, silver and diamonds, completely ignorant of the paradox they would create by dying for it. What it meant, above all else, was that the usually weak and foolish imps were tough, scrappy fighters when treasure was on the line.

"Okay, Sabrith...but if you're wrong about this, so help me-

"Yeah, yeah, you'll paddle me with a stick when we get back to town or something," Sabrith quickly dusted off any concept of punishment or consequence, downright arrogant in her assurance that they would find treasure as they came to the turn that she mentioned. " That isn't going to happen, so as far as I'm concerned, we might as well get our treasure and get back to the tavern so we can drink this long, stressful day away!"

Tayelle was still worried that Sabrith would be more than happy to take a paddling over what was really to come for the adventuring duo, but as they turned the corner, there was no danger to be had; only more torches on the walls and the same low, eerie glow that carried through almost the entire dungeon. They were so far underground by now that it was starting to irk Tayelle by proxy, and while she wasn't the type to feel claustrophobic, she was just slightly breathless at the thought of the whole place collapsing down around her.

That might have been a generous fate compared to what her nightmares were creating as the pair inched closer to the treasure room.

"See?! I told you that we were getting close!" Sabrith bragged, as she could see the low, ruby-yellow glow of fire reflecting off of tantalizing gold. There was a moment of relief for Tayelle, who, despite not being a very material person, would forgive everything that she'd endured that afternoon if a payoff was assured. Still not trusting the situation to be so safe, Tayelle kept her spell book at the ready, and the magical sword that she'd used it to summon clenched tightly in her grasp. She had faith in her friend, but she did have an issue with how hastily she was approaching the treasure room, especially the sheer quantity of imps that they'd encountered so far. There had to be more.

Intelligence and caution served Tayelle well, as Sabrith was tripped over by a small, gnarled, dark grey foot. The three pronged flesh, with each digit capped off by an onyx black claw, was a telltale sign that Sabrith had wandered right into the trap of at least one imp, and imps were cowards; they never traveled alone. Crashing to the floor in a clumsy heap, Sabrith managed to keep her chin from hitting the floor by slamming the blade of her axe to the ground, but that didn't stop three more imps from dashing out around the corner and trying to wrestle the axe from Sabrith, all while they took pleasure in the second priority of all imps: sexual misconduct.

"Ooooh... look at this little slut of a kitten!" the first imp declared, quickly taking notice of the small, red ears that were poking through her hair, of the same deep, nearly blood color. Whipping back and forth in agitation, the matching colored tail gave away just how close to an animal Sabrith really was, but it was all rather meek compared to the sharp, angry fangs that Sabrith was bearing at her assailants. "She's a pretty looking thing, isn't she? Teal and orange eyes, and look at that battle garb! That short of a dress can't offer much protection for her kitty cunt!"

One of the imps trying to wrestle the axe from her snickered as he clung to the handle, forcing Sabrith to grip around his rump if she wanted to free the weapon from him. " Ha! Like she wants protection there..."

Tayelle was often far more reserved than Sabrith, but she was known to have her emotional extremes...and taunting her friend in such a manner was a surefire way to bring out the most violent of her emotional extremes.

"Do NOT call my friend a slut!" she demanded. The imps turned, the power of Tayelle's voice putting the fear of God into their hearts as they gave up the axe. Their small, scraggly wings came to life as they fluttered away from Tayelle...so they could taunt her from what they thought was a safe distance.

"What? Jealous of the attention?" a third imp asked. The others cackled next to him as they floated further and further back from the pair of adventurers, all while admiring the beauty that was Tayelle. "A sweet little pink thing like you shouldn't be jealous. I'd wrap you around my cock any day, baby!"

What was normally quite a delicate and elegant outfit for Tayelle had already been ruined by the battle through the dungeon, and a once glorious robe of patterned red and black had been tattered into nothing more than a skirt below, and something of a tank top above. Her sleeves had been torn away, her armor was almost entirely destroyed, and now, the imps could see more of her than she'd ever want them to. Candy pink hair that fell just short of her shoulders framed up Tayelle's soft, beautiful face and features, and the thoughtful mind, hidden behind golden and blue eyes, was worthy of only the greatest of lovers...certainly more than an imp could ever prove to be.

Imps, however, had no respect for consent, and no concern for if their partners truly desired them, and they were faced with a dilemma they'd never known before: a pair of women who were so gorgeous, so sensual, so downright heavenly that they were making the imps think less about their treasures, and more about how rare this opportunity really was.

"Tayelle...if you don't hurry up and fire a spell at these guys, I'm gonna mount their dicks on my wall at home and skin them alive!"

This time, Sabrith was the voice of reason, and she snapped Tayelle back to reality with the same. Worried still about her level of exhaustion, Tayelle clung to her spell book and tried to think of a fitting attack spell that would destroy the imps without leaving her too weakened to defend herself, and in her concern, she was struggling to find a suitable conjure. Lacking the patience that her friend possessed, Sabrith brandished her axe against the tough leather of her battle dress and dashed forward, uncaring if she took a few hits in the process of dealing with the imps. With a rapid, downward swipe, she managed to cleave the front imp in half, leaving him to split literally into two chunks of foul hatred. The dark aura of his soul faded into the air as Sabrith flicked his putrid, onyx blood from her axe and readied it again, but the three imps that remained were starting to see just how serious the situation was.

" Quick! GRAB HER!"

Small as they were, the imps had a strength about them that betrayed their size, and with quick, rapid flaps of their wings, two of the imps gripped Sabrith's arms while she was prone to strike, pressing her wrists together to keep her from making an assault on the leader. "Good, good! Now let's put this little kitty to sleep, shall we?"

The only imp not to have a chain and ruby adorning the pale, gray skin of his forehead, the leader fluttered in and cast a hex on Sabrith as she was held. Tayelle watched with wide, panicked eyes as her friend fell unconscious, and the two imps that held her fluttered off, leaving her alone with the leader, mere steps away from the altar that was adorned with a pile of golden statues and talismans that, just as Sabrith had promised, would have been theirs for the taking.

"Where..."

"I'm sorry, you sweet little pinkie. What was that?"

"Where do you think you're taking her?!"

"We're just taking her to our private room in the back of the dungeon, where she'll sleep more comfortably! Really, you should be thanking us...we have much bigger plans for you, pinkie!"

Tayelle clutched her spell book tightly and narrowed her eyes at her target, using her free hand to gather up energies to herself to cast a destructive wave of force upon the imp. "Stop that! STOP CALLING ME THAT!"

A growing, swirling aura was surrounding Tayelle's fingertips, drawing in an energy that was nearly the same shade of pink as her hair, but right as she was getting ready to release it, right as the leader of the imps was staring down his final destination...

FIIIIIIIIIS...

The energies suddenly flew away from Tayelle's hand, and her knees grew weak as she her nightmares came to fruition.

She was completely exhausted. With literally nothing left to give, the magically sourced sword in her hand faded into the air, and the imp let out the greatest sigh of relief of his entire tainted life. Physically expended and magically drained, Tayelle fell to her knees and shuddered weakly, wishing that she'd kept just one last mana potion to help get her through the dungeon. This would have been pathetically easy to take care of if she had just one more bottle...

...But she had nothing.

"Well now... looks like she was carrying you the whole way through this dungeon, wasn't she?" asked the leader, as he fluttered closer to Tayelle. The inevitable fate of her death had shaken the poor catgirl, who didn't even have the will to resist the imp as he came closer...but he never struck her, and he summoned no weapon. "She's clearly the stronger of the two of you, young lady. Do you ever wish to have her kind of power? To have the endurance needed to scour an entire dungeon with your magical abilities and destroy anyone who might cross your path?"

Trembling and crumpled down, Tayelle refused to address the imp, but her tiny, pink cat ears, perked atop of her head, made it clear that she was listening. The most truly animal part of her, her base survival instincts, would make her listen to any prospect that would get her out of the situation alive.

"We can give you that power," the leader of the imps confirmed. "If you align with us, and allow us inside of you, we can give access to a power so great that none will dare to stand against you!"

Tayelle wasn't buying a word of it. "If y-you have this power," she started to speak, her lower lip trembling and her words wobbling, "W-why wouldn't you use it y-yourself?"

"We are but mere imps. Our magic is limited at just so much power, but you are a proper mage," the imp explained. "If you but merely let us inside of you..."

"Inside of me...how...?"

The two weaker imps fluttered back into the room with wide, fang-filled grins...and, upon their naked bodies, Tayelle could see exactly what they meant by being inside of her. Imps never wore proper clothes, and they were used to fighting their entire lives, so when flaccid, their cocks were easily overlooked...but when the time came for things to get hot and heavy, their members were able to grow to several times their own limits, to the point that their manhood was unnaturally large for the size of their small bodies.

"...No. No way."

"But you'll be able to protect your little friend!" the leader of the imps suggested, his own lips turning into a devious grin, and his eyes, small, red orbs of fiery desire, narrowed at the defeated catgirl. "You'll have the power to rule entire countries with a flick of your wrist!"

It wasn't that Tayelle was able to be tempted into darkness, or that she felt any attraction to the wretched little imps, who kept fluttering closer to the kneeling mage, dripping a bright, cotton candy pink color of precum from their distended cocks.

It was nothing but that survival instinct inside of her, telling her that this might be the only way for her to make it out of this alive, and hopefully, to convince the imps to spare Sabrith, as well.

"Well, she isn't saying no, guys..."

Tayelle wished that she'd demanded against using such force, but she lost the moment to do so when the leader of the imps forced the heavy, thick tip of his cock against her lips and pushed it deep into the back of her mouth, robbing her of her voice and stuffing her with a taste that she didn't much care for. It was obvious that he didn't care much about personal hygiene, and Tayelle winced her eyes shut, trying to ignore the flavor as the other two imps started tearing away at what was left of her battle garb. The tatters of leather and cloth were easily torn away by the crooked, sharp claws of the imps, and before Tayelle could finish wincing her eyes shut, she could look down at her body and see her large, soft breasts hanging freely, and her nether regions entirely exposed as the imps shredded her panties with inhuman impatience.

There was to be no respite for the pink catgirl this evening, and the two servant imps, each one holding their long, throbbing lengths in their gnarled paws, cackled as they looked upon Tayelle as though she was nothing more than a piece of meat to be sampled and savored. More of the same bright, cotton candy pink precum was dripping from their cocks, and they watched with delight as their leader probed Tayelle's throat, working the precum into the flesh of their own shafts as they did. It was the only gracious move that they could think of; Tayelle would be very happy for that extra lubrication only moments later.

"That's it, baby...drink it up...drink up all of my seed, and you'll experience power like you've never known!" the leader of the imps promised. His wings kept fluttering rapidly behind him as he kept his body just at the perfect elevation to stuff more and more of his inhumanly large cock into Tayelle's mouth, until he finally felt the very tip of his manhood teasing along the back of her throat. It didn't cause him to stop; rather, he kept pushing his hips forward, wanting to make absolutely sure that his precum didn't just get lost to her taste buds. It had to pour all the way to her stomach in order for the possession to take effect...and Tayelle immediately felt it.

More.

Tayelle couldn't begin to explain where the thought in her mind came from, but her hands were free to roam, and they didn't sit still for long. Pushing her own neck further onto the invading cock of the leader, Tayelle slid her hand down the length of the front of her body, letting her delicate digits slide right between her cleavage. Every nerve ending in her body was suddenly ablaze with pleasure, and every drop of the bright, pink precum that she swallowed only increased the intensity. It was an unusual sensation, being able to feel each individual drop pouring into the pits of her gullet, but one that she found to be highly arousing...enough so that she arched her back to stick out her rump, and used her hands to spread her labia wide open in a display for the other two imps.

The possession was clearly working, and the two lesser imps couldn't have been more excited.

"I call the front!" yelled out one of the imps, but it wasn't the fact that he rushed around to Tayelle's womanhood that gave him the right to take it. It was Tayelle herself, grabbing the imp out of flight and forcing him to the ground so that she could lower herself onto him that finally allowed him the pleasure of entering her deliciously tight folds. The imp completely lost his voice to shock and ecstasy as Tayelle started to bounce, but found that two cocks simply weren't enough for her, in her suddenly lust-drunk state. The sexual ache only grew worse as she reached a hand back, trying to pull open one of the cheeks of her rump. Her bright, fluffy pink tail lifted high out of the way for the third imp, who was nearly drooling at the sight of such a tight, unspoiled asshole, and the thought alone of getting to penetrate her had the imp spilling his bright mess upon her round, curvy backside.

Claws dug into smooth, delicate flesh as the third imp forcefully slammed the head of his member down on Tayelle's lower back, letting it slide through the mess that he made before he pressed the tip into her waiting, taut pucker. It was a struggle to get inside, but the possession was in full swing, now, and as Tayelle went further and further into her sexual corruption, she felt no pain from the massive insertion, even in her unspoiled ass. She only felt more pleasure, burning deep from within her loins and spreading throughout her body as she greedily milked the first cock with her throat, squeezed on the second one with her tight, powerful inner walls, and slowly took the whole length of the third inside of her, filling her anal passage to the very brim and leaving the third imp gasping in delight as he marveled at how someone so tight could so effortlessly take his massive flesh.

"Y-you can have it!" the third imp declared, finally starting a slow moving pace, one that couldn't hope to keep up with the sudden and rapid bouncing of Tayelle's hips. "This little bitch has the tightest fuckin' ass I've ever felt!"

The imps truly felt full of themselves, and while Tayelle felt full of the imps, she was far from impressed. She went as far as to reach up and yank the cock of the leader out of her mouth, glaring at him with eyes that were no longer gold and blue, but instead, they were starting to fade...the very whites of her eyes were turning darker, to a nearly coal black, while her irises started to glow like dots of blood in the middle of a bottomless pit. "More...you pathetic little shits need to give me more!" she demanded, before stuffing the whole of the cock back into her throat, literally yanking the small, weak imp into her face and letting his balls slap against her chin with no concern. She was suddenly able to take the entirety of his length into her throat, and the imp howled in a mix of unbridled delight and slight concern as Tayelle easily overpowered him.

It was only then starting to register to the leader of the imps that his plan might backfire...that empowering a truly gifted mage might end up being his downfall.

"Damn...she's tryin' to milk the cum right outta me!" the second imp cried out in pure joy, never having known a woman to be so skillful before. Tayelle was quite a sexual woman when she was behind closed doors, and rarely enjoyed putting on a show such as this, but under the full control of the possession, she was more than happy to rock her hips back and forth, slowly grinding the small and rigid body of the imp against her standing, erect clitoris to goad more pleasure out of her own body. Her inner walls worked as though they were a set of gentle, lubricated hands, squeezing the imp every time that he filled her to the brim, and then gently grabbing at the tip of his member on the end of each thrust, never giving him a break from his pleasure, and never giving her own body a chance to rest.

Compounding pleasure was building inside of Tayelle, and she was in full control of it.

"I think I'm gonna blow my load! Holy fuck!" the third imp finally admitted, not wanting to give in so quickly or easily, but Tayelle's tailhole was every bit as tight as the youngest virgin could ever have been, and the imp, while thinking himself some sort of sexual Adonis, was really just a lucky punk at the end of the day. His body wasn't cut out for this level of pleasure, and Tayelle knew it. Even with her mouth still so full of cock that her cheeks were literally bulging, she turned around to glare at the small imp, his body nearly dwarfed by the sizable and squeezable curves of her smooth rump. She couldn't speak, but the look said it all:

"You aren't done back there yet."

All three imps were pumping as fast as their hips would physically move, and yet, Tayelle was still moving faster as she embraced that strength that she had been promised. It was welling up in every inch of her body as her pace picked up that much more, until she was in a literal frenzy, slamming one imp into the ground repeatedly with her hips while literally sucking the other one straight into an orgasm so powerful, it was nearly painful for him; he had to pull back at the last second, spraying a torrent of his thick, sticky pink seed all over her exposed breasts, her tummy, and even her neck and her cheeks...no surface of her skin was safe from the flood of cum that suddenly spilled upon it.

"She's good! She's way too fuckin' good!" the leader of the imps whimpered in climactic bliss, his cock throbbing in the open air and pulsing at it sprayed upon Tayelle like a fire hose, soaking her naked skin and dripping down onto one of the lower imps as his body uncontrollably writhed with pleasure. Content to please only herself at this point of her corruption, Tayelle started working the bright, pink mess into her breasts, smearing it between her cleavage and using it as a lubricant to tease at the cute, perky nipples that stood proud upon her breasts in their arousal. She was so absorbed in the moment that she didn't even notice the tiny horns starting to sprout up from her forehead, a sign that her possession was complete, and her corruption, nearly so.

The second imp was quick to follow suit, as the renewed strength in Tayelle meant that her inner walls could squeeze with a fervor that they simply couldn't manage before. She gripped down so tightly on the weak, small imp that his cock could no longer pull free: he could only sit and be literally milked for his seed, and after just seconds of the treatment, he erupted inside of the pink catgirl, spilling an amount of seed into her womb that no man could ever have equaled. "I c-can't get out! She's milkin' me! Fuuuuuuck yes! I'm cumming!"

Pink stains were everywhere now, and as Tayelle rumbled in delight at the feeling of hot, thick seed pumping into her womanhood and filling it to the point of spilling, she clenched down on the third imp as well. Her corruption had something entirely different in mind, and now that she was regaining her strength, she wouldn't need the imps for anything other than downright, hedonistic pleasure...they were nothing more than a passing fuck, even as Tayelle's tail started to change; the pink, fluffy fur was fading away slowly, replaced by a thick, leathery surface that nearly resembled scales, and was lined over the top with small, demonic ridges. The horns were growing taller, and the leader of the imps truly realized his folly as Tayelle blasted him out of the air with a spell, knocking him against the wall and leaving him unconscious. When her vaginal walls finally released the second imp, he fled in terror, and as the third finally reached his climax, filling her tailhole with a thick, heavy load of more inhuman cum, Tayelle turned back around on him, her eyes narrowed and glowing bright red and black, and knocked him away from her body, leaving her tailhole stretched wide open to leak and ooze the glowing mess from her body.

"Mnnn...thanks for the upgrades, boys...I think I've got all the power I need, now," Tayelle confirmed, though she never told the imps what she'd use her new abilities for. "Of course, none of you managed to bring me to an orgasm...if I weren't so preoccupied with fucking someone's brains out...I'd kill the whole lot of you!"

Possessed, corrupted and covered with the sticky, glowing mess of three different imps, all of whom were now defeated, Tayelle had only one target in mind, and though somewhere in the back of her head, a scrap of purity remained, her body was completely lost and changed...the imps had their new goddess, but it would be at the cost of far more than the golden trinkets on their altar, ones that Tayelle, at least for now, totally ignored.

She could hardly remember standing up and drawing a fingertip down over her breasts, swirling some of the cum around her nipple and then bringing the digit to her soft, delicate lips to lick up the delicious flavor of the imps. She didn't even notice that her finger was pricked by the new set of fangs that she'd been blessed with by the corruption.

She only remembered that it felt like an eternity, just walking from the treasure room to the hidden room in the back, to find her friend, Sabrith, not just laying around unconscious...she was quick to notice why it took the imps so long to come back out of the room.

"It would seem as though my slaves left me a little present...a fitting tribute to their new queen..."

Sabrith had been stripped naked of her battle garb, and even when she wasn't possessed, Tayelle expected such would be the case, given her voluptuous body and the perverted nature of the imps. What she didn't expect to see, though she was delighted at the sight, was Sabrith's naked figure tied down to a wooden table with rope work so intricate that she didn't believe imps were capable of such a feat. Even as powerful as Sabrith was, physically, the knots were tied in such places that she wouldn't be able to gather enough strength to break away from the table, even when she came to, and her legs were spread wide and propped up upon the edge, so that her womanhood was completely exposed, left wide open...and Tayelle could tell from the way that it was slightly pouted that the imps had been poking around, at least a little bit.

Arms and legs completely bound, perky, soft breasts sitting up and just waiting to be groped, her pussy giving off the most delightful, feminine scent as she walked in the door...

Tayelle was starting to feel like Christmas had come early, and even if it was too easy, even if Sabrith couldn't possibly resist...that might have stopped Tayelle before, as a mortal. As the sexual goddess that she now embodied, she only felt her arousal growing at the erotic, downright lewd display, and her anticipation had been so great that there was no point in leaving it as a feast for the eyes.

Her other senses were greedy, and needed to be sated.

The imps, unconscious and terrified, wouldn't have anywhere near the guts to interrupt their new queen, and even if they were so foolhardy as to try and get a glimpse of the show, Tayelle would likely vaporize them on the spot. She knew them to be such cowards, and so, she decided that she could take her time and appreciate every inch of Sabrith, every supple curve of her delicate, deliciously smooth flesh, and sample whatever she wanted, for as long as she wanted. The only debate she had left was to decide if she should simply get to work on her friend and companion, or if she should break the hex first so that Sabrith could be awake for the whole experience.

"Hedonism is best shared...isn't it?" she rationalized, and with just a quick wave of her hand, a brief burst of light cast the hex away from Sabrith, who shot her eyes wide open and looked up. At first, with glazed eyes, she could only see the pink tresses of Tayelle's hair, and the kindly curve of her smile, but she when she went to rub her eyes clear, she immediately started to panic.

"H-hey...wait a minute...why can't I move my arms?"

Tayelle giggled, though her voice was even starting to change. The soft, high pitched, feminine drawl of her voice was still there, but there was a tiny, distant echo at the end of each sound she made, as if two people were sharing her one body. "My dearest Sabrith...you were knocked out and tied up by the imps! I've come to rescue you..."

Sabrith rolled her eyes a little. She figured that Tayelle was just mocking her for being so cocksure in the first place that it got them into trouble. "Well...that's great and all, but could you make with the rescue, then?"

"I'm afraid I can't do that just yet..."

Sabrith's sensitive ears flickered atop her head as she started to pick up on the unusual echo in Tayelle's voice, and she blinked her eyes shut tight for a moment to try and clear them. When they opened again, they widened in fear at the sight of what was definitely her friend, and yet, almost certainly not.

Long, curved horns, pointed at the end, jutted from her forehead. Her eyes were terrifying pools of blood red, surrounded by lakes of onyx black. Her fangs were jagged and numerous, far more than she should have as a normal catgirl, and her hands were clawed as they should be...but her digits had grown long and gnarled, and her claws, well beyond their normal length. Even her breasts, large as they might normally be, appeared fuller, and seemed to hang just a tiny bit lower in their weight.

"Tayelle..." Sabrith whispered breathlessly, her voice trembling with fear, "What...what did they do to you?!"

"They unleashed me," Tayelle replied immediately. "They showed me the limits of my abilities as a mage, and granted me access to a power I could only imagine before...and the only cost was my purity. Now I'm the most powerful mage in the land...and all I had to do in exchange was become a sexual goddess."

"Imps can't promise that kind of power!" Sabrith shot back, her lips turning quickly to a scowl. "You've allowed them to tap into the darkest corners of your heart for power...and now you've been completely corrupted!"

Tayelle gently waved one of her now gnarled hands over the front of her pubic mound, and as her flesh started to grow from the spot, she smiled down at Sabrith and shook her head. "No, my friend...I haven't been completely corrupted yet."

Sabrith watched in horror as she could see a phallic shape taking form, bulging right out from the front of Tayelle's hips. The flesh wiggled back and forth unnaturally until it started to take the rather obvious form that she expected; a thick, lengthy member, throbbing gently as it started to grow erect, veins gently bulging from the surface of the skin.

"Then what..." she started to speak, her fangs gritted together, "What else could they possibly do to you? How could you become even more corrupted?!"

"Simple," Tayelle muttered as she gripped her friend around the bottom of her jaw and forced her mouth wide open. "I can fuck a poor, helpless catgirl that's tied down to a table...and pump her so full of my cum that she feels like she's drowning in it."

There were no words to reach through to Tayelle now, and Sabrith knew it. Though their sexual encounters had been many, it wasn't the same for Sabrith to engage in such conduct with Tayelle when she wasn't in her right of mind...and this was far from her right of mind. She felt like she was looking at a twisted shadow of her friend, rather than the sweet, gentle catgirl that she'd become so close to, and bound the way that she was, Sabrith knew she couldn't possibly escape...she could do only one thing...

...Remember to breathe when the massive, thick cock of her friend suddenly passed through her lips and poked right at the back of her throat, rubbing against the smooth, slick surface with devious intent.

"Would you look at that..." Tayelle moaned quietly, letting out a little gasp of delight as she buried the whole of her length into Sabrith's mouth and even further into her throat. "For having played with girls like me so many times, you sure know how to take a cock!" She almost felt her knees buckle as Sabrith swallowed reflexively around the massive girth, doing so just so that her body could breathe, and yet, providing an unintentional pleasure for her corrupted partner, who wasn't content with just a blowjob. Sabrith was as naked as the day she was born on the table, and Tayelle kept her member buried in deep as she leaned over the table and gripped her friend's breasts tightly in her clawed, gnarled hands, squeezing up the surprisingly soft and perky flesh with a grip that was far from delicate. She wanted to share her hedonistic side, but at the same time, her pleasure mattered more, and that meant that she was going to be rough with Sabrith's body...very, very rough.

Corruption came with a side effect that Tayelle wasn't prepared for, however, even in her new form: addiction. The sex with the imps was already falling well short of something that would satisfy her, and despite how lengthy it was, and having three males at once, she wasn't anywhere near satiated. She would need a greater high every time that she had sexual contact, and while the bondage to keep Sabrith tied down was a nice touch, she was already trying to think of ways to heighten her pleasure for their next encounter...she only loathed the fact that eventually, she would have to let Sabrith up from the table for some food and water...but until that became an emergency, Sabrith was nothing more than a sex toy to fulfill every twisted desire that Tayelle could come up with.

I'm doing this for you, Sabrith told herself, her mind the only place that she could truly speak anymore. I'm doing this because I care about you, Tayelle, not because I'm enjo-...fuck me, I'm kind of enjoying this...why do you always have to turn me on so much?!

Thoughts of regret and concern were being warped, twisted into thoughts of pleasure as Tayelle started to gently buck her hips, literally face-fucking her friend on the table as she squeezed the playfully soft flesh of her breasts in between her fingertips. Sabrith wanted to resist what had become of her friend, and try to think of a way out of the situation, but she was running out of ideas fast, and Tayelle was content to keep her mind a jumbled mess, bouncing back and forth between thoughts of an escape plan, and thoughts of how badly she wanted to draw her tongue between Tayelle's cock, her newly growing sack, and the pouted labia that still dripped imp cum even further back.

"Seems to me that you're starting to get into this!" Tayelle cheered her adventuring companion on, as she looked down between Sabrith's legs, right to the edge of the table...and she saw a small, clear trail of natural lubrication starting to drip over the edge of the table from her friend's pouted labia. Tayelle's tongue, now longer and curved with just the slightest bit of a fork in the middle, started to run between her lips as she licked them in delight, and just on the air, her tongue could pick up trace amounts of the sweet, and slightly salty flavor of Sabrith's womanhood...it was a flavor that she knew quite well, and one that she was eager to try again. "Let's see if I can use this new body to take care of that little wet spot without interrupting this fantastic fucking blowjob..."

Sabrith never knew Tayelle to speak with such dirty words, even in the heat of a sexual moment between the two of them.

She was remorseful to the fact that it was really turning her on, and a fresh, oozing flow of that same liquid desire sold her out to Tayelle, who was experimenting with her transformed tailed. She looked down at the cock that she'd made from her own flesh, watching as Sabrith's head bobbed back and forth over it, coating it with glistening saliva and dripping the same pink precum that the imps had given her...there had to be a way for her to give another one to Sabrith, somehow.

"Of course!" she declared, her voice cracking just the tiniest bit as she moaned from the delightfully tight grip of Sabrith's throat. "If my tail can change textures that way..." she trailed off, her voice fading into a series of low and pleasured rumbles as the very end of her tail, sharp and pointed from the corruption, started to change into something a bit more rounded, and a few inches further down, until the ten inches at the end of the tail had completely changed, the flesh grew smooth and soft, like the skin of a newborn baby...and the very tip started to flare, just a bit, like the tip of a circumcised male.

Sabrith couldn't decide if she was terrified at the extent of Tayelle's new powers, or turned on by the fact that Tayelle was literally about to fuck her...with her tail.

"Looks as t-though my tail is awfully excited to play with you..." Tayelle explained, her voice finally stammering as Sabrith's attention to her cock was starting to bring her closer to orgasm than the imps had combined to. It seemed that as part of her corruption, Tayelle had to push every limit possible to achieve a climax, and as the tip of her new tail-cock trailed over Sabrith's body, tickling and teasing her flesh as it smoothed along the underside of each of her breasts, it spilled some of the same bright pink precum that the imps had filled Tayelle with before. She was leaking it like crazy, and though Sabrith didn't know it, the fluid was already pouring into her stomach, as well...whether or not she would succumb to the same fate, only time would tell, but until then, the tail-cock was making quite a mess of her tummy. It circled her navel, spilling some of the liquid inside until the tiny orifice was filled, before it finally ran over Sabrith's pubic mound and brushed over her clit, the very tip meeting with the erect, stiff nub of pleasure and giving it a quick, teasing jab.

It was finally enough to milk a moan of out Sabrith, even if she was too orally stuffed to make a proper response, but the vibrations of her vocal chords and her sudden, loud "Mnnnnnf!" was a sure sign to Tayelle that her partner was giving into the dark side of her sexuality as well, even if she wasn't fully corrupted.

Tayelle felt her knees buckling once again as she leaned over her adventurous friend, giving her tail a bit of extra slack to maneuver around. The tail-cock was content to keep on jabbing and pressing at Sabrith's cute little clit, hammering away at the nexus of pleasure with no regard for if Sabrith might be too sensitive to touch just yet. There was a mingled, overwhelming pleasure that started to border on pain as Tayelle simply assaulted Sabrith, and the red catgirl could only tremble within the bondage of her ropes as the tail-cock drew ever closer to penetrating her. It finally stopped pressing down on her clit, but only so it could gently slide between her parted labia, bringing all of her wetness out and spilling it upon the underside of the new, unnatural appendage, purely for the pleasure of Tayelle, and the visual feast that was her friend's own vaginal juices on her body.

Please, stick it in, Tayelle...just...pound me with that fucking cock! I don't care if I can't move...if it'll cure you, fuck me silly! Split me in half on that thick, full cock!

It was a two-faced mental plea from Sabrith, who had now been teased to the point of wanting her own climax, but at the very heart of things, what she wanted most was to have her friend back to normal, and though she had no idea if this would work...it was certainly worth a try, and no doubt, she'd enjoy herself on the way to ending the corruption.

She just didn't know she would enjoy herself this much.

"S-so tight..." Tayelle groaned, as her tail-cock pressed and probed against Sabrith's womanhood, blindly fumbling around to try and penetrate her, and inadvertently pleasuring Sabrith in the process as the slimy, precum drooling cock rubbed against the red catgirl in every way that she loved. It all paled in comparison to the delight of finally being filled, however, when Tayelle lined her body up just right so that the end of her tail could push against the tight, wet resistance of Sabrith's body...and simply plow right through it.

"Mnf! Mmmmf! Fff!" It didn't sound exactly like what Sabrith meant to say, but it was clear to Tayelle that her friend was a little uncomfortable, having her cunt so forcefully filled. Sabrith winced her eyes shut tightly, feeling the odd mix of pleasure and pain that welled up throughout her nerve endings. She'd been warmed up enough and ready, but to take such a massive member so deep on the firs thrust was uncomfortable for almost any girl, and her body yielded to the overwhelming size, literally shaking the wooden table that she was tied to as the cock had no mercy on her. Tayelle's tail tensed over and over again, pushing the member at the end further and further inside of her, forcing her to take four inches, then five, six, and suddenly, Sabrith felt the artificial manhood going well past her capacity and poking at her cervix...but it was all quick, short jabs, to start.

Then, Tayelle really started to let her have it. Rapid, deep thrusts came from the bouncing muscles of her tail, probing the cock at the end so deeply into Sabrith that the red catgirl nearly felt a tiny bulge coming up through the flesh of her pubic mound. She'd never imagined being so full before in her life, and now that she was, she found each pass of the cock bringing her to new heights of pleasure, so long as her body could take it...and on each pass back, when the tail pulled free, she could feel her vaginal lips pouting, left wide open to gape from the way her sex was downright abused.

Corrupted or not, Sabrith was literally being fucked silly, and knowing how much her friend enjoyed their act, Tayelle's corruption only grew worse, and heightened her pleasure.

"You...you little slut!" Tayelle called out, her fangs bending upward in a twisted grin. She still didn't give Sabrith a proper chance to breathe as her first cock pummeled the throat of the red catgirl, "I knew it...you're loving this...y-you're fucking loving this! Mnnn...nngh...and you're just so damn tight..." But the new one of the end of her tail had Sabrith writhing about on the table, wishing that her body could move so that she could grip onto something, anything to help her physical form deal with the overwhelming fullness, but the fact that she couldn't...the fact that she simply had to deal with it and take everything that Tayelle could throw at her, was somehow even more of a turn on.

Lust was so thick in the secret room of the dungeon that it could be cut with a blade, and though Sabrith showed no physical changes or signs of corruption, it was clear that her mind was forcing her body to give in to whatever Tayelle demanded.

It was the perfect present for a new sexual goddess of the imps...assuming she decided to stick around, of course.

Sabrith clenching her inner walls on Tayelle's new cock, trying to literally milk the new, demonic cum out of it was just the cherry on top.

"Yeeeees...that's it, Sabrith...fucking milk me...s-suck all of the cum r-right out of me with that tight, sloppy wet pussy..." Tayelle cheered her on, her hips finally slowing down their pace a little bit as she could feel her own orgasm building up inside of her body, finally able to breach the walls of whatever it was that had been blocking that highest of high pleasures from her womanhood. She released one of Sabrith's breasts for just a moment so she could reach down between her legs and vigorously finger her own snatch, knowing right where to find her g-spot, thanks to her sexual corruption. Just by the enlightenment of the power she was given, she knew her body like a sidewalk that she'd traveled a million times; every nook and cranny, every hidden secret that most would be too blind to see, every little place to touch that no one would ever find, perhaps save for Sabrith herself...Tayelle knew all of them, and she went right at her most sensitive spots with reckless abandon. Sabrith had no chance of escape, and the imps weren't coming back, so Tayelle happily coated her own fingertips in long, sticky webs of her own arousal as she fingered herself deep, two fingertips working right over her g-spot and pressing against it hard to bring herself to a climax that much faster. She leaned fully over her friend in the process and finally took the free breast into her mouth, suckling upon it as harshly as a greedy child, as if milk would literally erupt into her mouth and quench her lustful thirst for her efforts.

I can't take much more of this...she's...she's fucking breaking me apart! Sabrith mentally anguished, though her body was quick to argue. Her inner walls were already fluttering of their own accord, and the red catgirl knew it was just a matter of time before she started coating the offending cock with a slick, heated blend of her own ejaculate. She could feel that telltale pleasure building in the pit of her stomach, just above the radiating waves of delight that rocked her whole body, centering on her buzzing clit. To be teased and filled so fully as she was turned out to be quite the delight for Sabrith, and a treasure worthy of all the trouble they'd encountered up until that point in the dungeon...so long as she survived the deepest fuck she'd ever taken.

It was all finally too much for Tayelle. Be her a sexual goddess or a sexual demon, even she had her limits within the grasp of her new power, and Sabrith's body was so tight, so perfect for her that she couldn't hold out any longer. Her entire body trembled from head to toe as her climax finally came though, and a pleasure like none she'd ever known before started to rock her entire physique.

It was greater than a clitoral orgasm. Greater than a vaginal orgasm. Greater even than any squirting orgasm she'd ever been so fortunate to have.

It was all of the rapid fire delights of her clit being teased, one of her cocks being sucked, the other being coated in feminine juices, and her own fingers rapidly probing and jamming against her g-spot, all in perfect unison...a pleasure that was beyond her ability to describe, or combat.

"Fuck...fuck me, I...I can b-barely breathe!" Tayelle moaned deeply, her voice starting wobble, even with the subtle echo of darkness that came along with it. "I'm g-gonna cum...I need to cum... Sabrith! Yes! Make me cum...honor your sexual goddess and MAKE ME CUM!"

Tayelle's entire body started to glow the lightest shade of pink as her form shook, and the tail-cock pulled free from Sabrith as she lost control of it. A strange shape protruded from each side of the tail, as if the member at end had grown wings, and it started to spray everywhere, coating Sabrith in an even greater mess than the one the imps had given to Tayelle. Bright, sticky pink cum gushed from the tip and coated Sabrith's tummy, before turning on her breasts and her face, leaving them absolutely soaked in the tainted seed, until the excess started to run down to the floor, and still, the tail-cock continued to spray, almost like a fireworks display with endless finales. Sabrith widened her eyes in shock as each volley of the pink mess was as voluminous as the first, and there seemed to be no end in sight...or, in her mouth, as Tayelle's other cock erupted and started to fill Sabrith well past her oral capacity. Saliva and eerie, pink cum started to mingle and pour out of the corners of Sabrith's mouth, her lips growing pink themselves as they were literally stained by the sheer amount of Tayelle's forbidden, corrupted seed. It ran down her hanging head, into her hair and between her eyes as Tayelle produced impossible amounts of the stuff, but, a friend until the end, Sabrith continued to swallow the best that she could, giving Tayelle all of the pleasure that she could possibly offer in that moment, as a way of thanks for the orgasm that had rocked her own body.

Streams of female ejaculate were spraying rapidly to the floor as Sabrith's cunt, left stretched so that it would gape wide open, gushed upon the cracked tile floors of the dungeon, making an even greater mess of the secret room than it already was. Tayelle watched the best that she could from her now standing position, enjoying unusual, but undeniably erotic display of vaginal walls contracting around the air as more juices were forced out. She'd always been fascinated with female anatomy, and Sabrith's in particular...to watch it erupt with such a torrent of juices was a nearly orgasmic pleasure all on its own.

The chambers of the secret room had been filled with the echoes of pleasure untold for over an hour before things finally came to a head, and now, there was only the echoes of desperate panting from a pair of adventurers, and occasionally lovers, thrown at each other by the hands of fate and corrupt imps. Sabrith could barely keep her eyes open as she'd literally been fucked right into exhaustion, and Tayelle, still corrupted, could only think of going another round with the red catgirl that she was so very fond of. Sabrith's chest rose and fell rapidly as she was finally able to take a clear breath, and she had a lot of air to catch up, after being so literally stuffed with Tayelle's manhood for such a long time, but Tayelle was quick to catch her own breath, even if her hips were worn down temporarily.

Much to their shock and surprise, the imps did, in fact, make their way back into the secret room of the dungeon, but they were clearly flaccid once again, and though they were turned on by the display in front of them, they were too terrified to even think about acting on it.

"Well now...what do we have here?" Tayelle asked facetiously, her black and red gaze narrowing on the three beings that had turned her into the form she currently stood in. "Do you pathetic whelps truly believe yourselves worthy to be in my presence?"

The leader of the imps was quick to be gracious, despite that he was looking upon the two beings that killed every other imp in the entire underground complex. "We are not worthy," he said, speaking for the other two, "But we wish to do your bidding! We are but humble servants, and you...you are our queen!"

To have such power, such control over beings like this, as stupid and weak as they were, was a mental thrill for Tayelle, who had always been rather quiet, shy and reserved before her change. Now, it was nearly a sexual spur to have males bowing before her and offering to do her bidding.

"Yes, I am your queen...and as your queen, I command you to leave this dungeon, and find others who might be worthy to find the hidden treasures that lie within..."

It was a simple order, but not one without thought. Tayelle was planning ahead, after all, and Sabrith immediately started to pout when she saw that the best fuck of her life was all for naught; Tayelle was still corrupted far beyond the reaches of her friend, and the power was going straight to her head, taking her even further and further away from being saved.

"Of course, your majesty! We shall bring you all of the greatest warriors and finest maidens that we can!"

"Make sure the males are hung," Tayelle ordered, "And that the females are tight...I shan't be having weaklings and whores perverting my temple..."

The imps were afraid to ask any further, knowing the kind of power that Tayelle now possessed, and how quick she was to use it. Fearing for their lives and being born of cowardice, they fluttered off as quickly as they could, leaving Tayelle alone with Sabrith once again.

"Tayelle...this isn't you. None of this is...I don't know what they've done to you, or how they corrupted you so fully, but...we need to get out of here. We need to find you a cure."

"We...?" Tayelle asked, as she turned back around to face her friend. She stood tall over the still-bound Sabrith, and leaned over just enough to press the tiniest of kisses to her delicate lips, sharing in the taste of her own unnatural cum. Tiny strands of pink fluid kept the girls connected for just a moment longer than it should have, and slowly, Tayelle stood up and licked the taste from her lips. "I don't know what we need, Sabrith...but I know what I need...and I need to have a constant, fresh supply of young, sensual bodies waiting for me on my altar...I just feel like I'd die without them, and we can't have that, now...can we?"

Sabrith was loathe to think that the imps infected Tayelle to such a degree, but she knew that such magics were possible: there were indeed magics so strong that if the one affected by the were to not meet their magically granted addictions, they could die without satisfaction. Sabrith didn't want to think of such an end for Tayelle...she simply couldn't. There was only one option left for the red catgirl to preserve the life of her friend, and though she didn't like it, it was her fault that they'd gotten into this mess...and be it the greatest form of platonic love, or even the weakest form of romantic love, Sabrith felt something for Tayelle that she'd never felt for anyone else before...something so strong that it overwhelmed her logic entirely.

"There's no one else worthy of you, Tayelle. I'm the only one who can satiate your desires...and you know it."

Such a statement was nearly an attack against the sexual goddess that Tayelle thought herself to be, and the transformed, pink catgirl nearly reached down and lashed out at her friend, but that tiniest scrap of her true self that still lived in the back of her mind was listening...protecting Sabrith from the worst that this new form could do. "That's quite a bold statement, Sabrith...do you really think you can back up such a claim?"

With the slightest tilt of her hanging head and a quick, teasing grin, Sabrith flashed her friend a wink and stuck out the very tip of her tongue. "...Why don't your bring that sweet, tasty pussy over here...and we'll find out?"

It was a last ditch effort...a gesture that Sabrith had offered to Tayelle many times in the past, and in those times, she was almost always met with some kind of resistance from the shy, sweet, innocent Tayelle that now seemed to be nothing more than a memory.

This time, Sabrith barely had a chance to blink before she was literally face to snatch with her transformed friend, and her tongue was forced as deep as it could reach into Tayelle's waiting sex, coating Sabrith and her warm, wet muscle with a fresh coat of feminine arousal.

"Game on, my little slut kitten...prove to me that you're worthy."