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Step after step, Ahri trudged along the barely identifiable trail, stepping over entwined roots that were as thick as her thighs and between snake-like vines that hung from sources out of sight. The hot, humid shrubberies of the Kumungu jungle were quite the polar opposite to what she was used to. The cool woodlands of Ionia were like a well-spruced garden compared to this… wild growth. Life and color sprang forth from those spacious woods as if carried forth by the ever-present summer breeze, washing away all the dirt and frustration so often associated with living outdoors. The Kumungu on the other hand, felt like it wanted to suffocate its unfortunate denizens. The canopies, while lush and shady, acted like the world's largest sauna, trapping the sun's heat and vaporizing the land's waters like a giant steam cooker. The dense, hugging shrubs prevented the ground from breathing, blotting out all traces of a breeze and giving one the impression that bugs were crawling all over their skin. Ahri's normal attire was simply unviable in the Kumungu despite her various efforts in altering it. It was simply too thick and sticky under the intense heat. Instead, she had opted to simply bind her ample bosom up with a white cloth, looping the same strip of fabric down between her legs, before securing the one-piece against her tails. It left the majority of her skin, including her supple, heart-shaped ass in the open for all to see, not that there was anyone to see, except her partner of course. Speaking of her partner, Ahri would never comprehend just how in the world Rengar managed to stay cool under his dense fur and thick mane. He stalked along at an easy pace, as if he knew the place by heart, which he probably did, the Kumiho realized.

"Hasten, vixen. Our prey is within a mile of us, up ahead," he grunted. His posture had gradually changed as they got closer and closer to this "prey" of his, his center of gravity lower and footsteps quieter. Somehow, it was as if he could even mask his scent, a scent Ahri knew well by then.

"Come onnn Rengar, that's gotta be the second or third time you've told me that," whined Ahri as she joined him in upping her pace. The loincloth portion of her outfit certainly did help in wicking away her sweat, but it also rubbed tenderly at her unprotected lower lips. Sweat's not the only thing getting wicked away anymore… she mused as she caught up to him

"Hush, dear. You forget that our prey is also on the move," came his reply.

It was quiet. Too quiet, Ahri realized. They approached a small clearing between the trees, hiding behind a fallen tree as they closed in, and Ahri perked her nose up to get a whiff of the scent in the air. She could smell… water. Water, along with some sort of animal – a feral beast of some kind. Slowly, she raised her head and peeked over the log, only to be met by two narrow-slotted, golden eyes staring right back at her from across the pond. The great cougar snarled, and Ahri jumped. "Oopsies!" she chirped, fearing that she'd just startled their prey, but within a second, she caught sight of Rengar flying out from behind the great beast like the even scarier brute that he was, tackling the vicious feline, claws and all, to the ground. Their struggle was violent but short-lived, with Rengar instantly trapping the big cat under his bola as he landed, before proceeding to bind the cougar's paws together with his ropes while simply ignoring the big cat's claws and teeth. Within seconds, he'd turned the apex predator into powerless prey, and all the fox could do was stare in awe.

Nidalee awoke to the sound of struggling and grunting as she cracked one eye open, checking to see if anyone had noticed her awakening. Her limbs were still bound, that much was expected, but to her dismay, she was now in her weak, vulnerable human form. However, what stole her attention away even more was the scene before her eyes. A great hulking beast stood a few feet from her seated position, and beneath him, a female figure kneeled nude before him, fervently servicing his massive erection. The woman was unlike anything Nidalee had seen before, featuring the body of a human, but with a dozen tails sprouting from her rear, as well as furry fox ears which sat atop her head, currently flattened against her loose plait braid in a sign of absolute submission.

"You're getting good at this, my little fox," the beast-man grunted in his rough, baritone voice as he huffed a grunt of satisfaction. His praise seemed to please the nine-tailed fox, and she wiggled her hips in excitement as she once again took him deep into her warm cockpleaser, planting her sharp nose into his fur and inhaling his musky male scent deep into her airways. She remained stretched around his fat member for a good twenty seconds before drawing back, possibly out of her own accord, but more likely due to the rough pricks on his shaft which gripped her throat like velcro as it undulated over his pleasured rod.

"It's— hahhh… your fault— haahhh... You— haaaah… you trained me well…" she commented shyly between pants. It was hushed, as if she hadn't quite come to terms with the reality of it herself just yet, but Nidalee's sharp ears were sensitive no matter her form. She wasn't sure if it was the heat or the confession, but the cougar huntress also caught a glimpse of redness blushing over the fox girl's cheeks as she looked up at the beast, Rengar, Nidalee registered. She had heard of him before, but never encountered him in the jungles as of yet. The tales of his prowess were true, she realized as she gazed upon his dominant form. What she hadn't heard of, however, was his… fox? Female? Partner? Slave? Mate? It was all so confusing, and only the voice of the beastman himself was able to shake her mind free of its confusion.

"I trained you to be a good cocksleeve, not a zealot for cock and cum. Nevertheless, I will continue to train you, until you are my perfect little slut," Rengar said with a grin, baring his vicious canines, "but for now, be on your best behavior, dear. Our prey awakens."

Nidalee's eyes opened fully and abruptly. She hadn't realized that he'd noticed, but with bashfulness now inefficacious, there was no point in hiding anymore, she surmised. "What do you want from me, Rengar?" she asked clear and articulate. Leaned against a tree trunk with her wrists and ankles bound was no position for her to be making demands, but she certainly couldn't display weakness either, lest she become like the fox girl… Despite her stares of disgust at the tailed woman passionately worshipping the beastman's proud cock, she couldn't help but do just that – stare. Her eyes refused to stay trained on Rengar's, repeatedly trailing back down to the girl and his cock like moths to a flame. She noted how the fox slave had one hand on his cock, and one hand between her own legs, digging away at her sloppy cunt. Squishing, squelching noises permeated the atmosphere, taunting and teasing the huntress in regards to just who was present willingly, and who was being held against her will. The loud, suggestive noises created an awkward silence as she tried to remain serious. That is a pretty humongous cock he's got there though, her mind commented much to her discomfort. Shut up, hormones! She yelled back mentally, and her mind fell silent, but not before adding one last remark, and her body, shit! It's like the reason for her entire existence is for her to be bred! Nidalee blushed hard at the idea, since she herself experienced her very own mating seasons where all she wanted to do was fuck.

"What does it look like I want you for, little kitten?" quipped Rengar as he fully wrapped his hand around the neck of a helpless Ahri who'd once again planted her face into his crotch. His hand closed firmly around her distended throat as he pistoned her tiny form back forth around his shaft, handling her throat like a human fleshlight.

"Huh…?" hesitated Nidalee as she stared, eyes darting between beast, cock, and fucktoy. The Kumiho's melon-like orbs swayed before her like two sacks of honey as she matched his thrusts with her own swings. Her pale, flawless skin was coated in a glistening layer of sweat as she was worked into a puddle of arousal. Her nine furry tails spasmed behind her, straightening and curling out of her control as she relinquished all her power, not that she possessed much to begin with. The only things she still had control over, it seemed, were her hands and her voice, as she rubbed fast, hard circles around her exposed clit whilst moaning hoarsely into his meat. Rengar was visibly enjoying himself, as he hastened his ruts while reaching down to fondle Ahri's flesh mounds with his free hand. Casually, he began to move towards Nidalee while tugging the helpless fox girl along just with his grip around her cocksleeve of a throat. The huntress tried to scoot away, but with her back against a tree truck wider than a Kumungu basilisk, there was nowhere to run as the beastly male stood over her lowly form, using his fox's face like a toy a mere two feet away from her own. His pistoning sped up to the point that the fuck-fox's eyes began to roll up in their sockets and her soft hands braced themselves against his muscular thighs for support. She could sense what was coming, or cumming, as with a roar, and much to Ahri's shocked disappointment, Rengar pulled himself free of his cocksleeve, pointing his throbbing rod directly at Nidalee's wide-eyed expression.

"You. Are. Mine!" he roared as his pulsing meat erupted in shot after thick shot of pungent cum. The hot, sticky, baby batter glazed Nidalee's mocha face and body as the alpha male marked her flesh with his scent. The torrential load was without end, with rope after rope of stringy cum plastering her features until one could barely identify the original tone of her skin. A sad whine escaped Ahri's abused throat as she watched that precious fluid go to waste on some wild whore, but she carried out her devotion nonetheless, massaging her master's heavy sack in order to milk every last drop of cum out of his cock. During normal moments, she was his partner, perhaps even his friend and mate, but as soon as one of them went into heat or felt like fucking, she was instantly reduced, both willingly and forcefully, to his slave, his toy, his property. She felt bound to his cock and cum, by what she did not know or understand, but the feelings rang true and clear in her mind, so there was no harm in following her heart's desires, she concluded. Still, despite her status as his cumdump fucksleeve, she felt a pang of jealousy and envy as she watched a random harlot receive all his cum. She wanted to be the one who made him cum; she wanted to be the one he cummed on, or in; she wanted to feel worthy and wanted. She felt a sense of possessiveness for her owner, if that made any sense at all.

Nidalee was in shock. The jizz that covered her face was so thick and heavy it was like raw honey. Its scent was also unbelievable as it rushed into her lungs through her sperm-plastered nasal cavity. The musky potentness sent her hormones into overdrive as she felt her cunt wet itself in the presence of such a strong male. If this were mating season, she'd already have prostrated herself before him to become his pussy slave! This is bad this is bad this is bad this is bad! her mind echoed in alarm. She tried to breathe through her mouth instead to avoid whiffing any more of that mind-numbing male musk, but when she opened her mouth, all she received was a massive dollop of his cum deposited directly onto the tip of her unsuspecting tongue. Reading the bitch's intentions like a book, Rengar had wrung the remainder of his load directly into her mouth before nudging her jaws shut with one thick, clawed finger. Panic raced through Nidalee's mind once again as she sampled his heady seed. It sloshed around in her mouth as she tried to figure out what to do with it, giving her traitorous body precious seconds to memorize its taste, texture, and scent profile. Nothing would ever come close to it! She knew for a fact that, if the occasion ever came in the future where she'd taste a man's spunk, Rengar's seed would be all she'd be thinking about! When she tried to spit it out, Rengar's finger was there holding her mouth shut, the surprise causing the poor girl to narrowly avoid choking by swallowing the viscous load down. Even the remnants of his ejaculation were enough to warrant a full gulp from the succulent woman. Her body trembled slightly as she felt the sticky load trickle slowly down her esophagus and settle into her hungry belly where it set fire to her loins from the inside out. Such was the effect of his pheromone-laden load. By the wild gods, I'm going into heat! She tried to open her eyes, only to see a world of white as her eyelids and lashes drew long strings of sticky seed before her pupils. She tried once again, succeeded this time, only to see the… cock? The bitch-breaker… the whore harpoon… the sow subjugator… the cervix-claimer… It was right in front of her, poised to strike at her incapacitated form.

"No! Get that away from me! Eeek!" screamed Nidalee as she felt her loins burn at the mere sight of it. If he claims me with that… I'll be his, forever. There'd be no going back… I'd get knocked up every time he fucked me! panicked the cougar girl. Her heart raced and her mind yelled for her to get away from it, but her eyes couldn't move past it for reasons unknown. To her relief and slight irritation, Rengar's actions actually met her request, albeit not actually complying with her words, but simply because their intentions aligned. A soft whine drew the attention of both away, and the beastman turned to find his fox familiar prostrating herself against the forest floor. Her heart-shaped ass was raised high into the air gyrating invitingly as her smooth, creamy legs writhed beneath her in a desperate attempt to create some friction over her dripping lips.

"Use meee masterrrr!" she moaned, eyes unfocused and tongue dripping. With a single stride, Rengar crossed the distance to bury his shaft deep into the vixen slut's molten core.

"Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhh," Ahri moaned whorishly as she felt him split her apart. All Nidalee could do was gape and gawk in shock as she watched the foot-long shaft, thick as a baseball bat, sink itself into the other girl's smoldering cunt. The miniature barbs covering his battering ram gripped the walls of Ahri's pussy, dragging her love tunnel out a little each time he withdrew.

Mother nature have mercy, there's no way that thing fits in there! thought the mocha huntress as she watched the cervix pounding commence. To her horror, she caught herself picturing Ahri as herself on multiple occasions, and each time she did so, her own pussy tingled with unadulterated desire. Ahri's wails of pleasure and orgasm were so loud that, had Rengar's scent not pervaded the surrounding jungle like a sexual miasma, every beast within earshot would've come galloping to claim the breed-worthy female. Nidalee could only watch as Ahri was mercilessly fucked into the ground, shuddering in delight each time the barbed, beastly phallus tugged at her pussy, causing her toes to spread and curl in sync. Each time the cone-shaped tip of his cock kissed the entrance to her uterus, the collapsed girl's voice would hitch as her eyes widened and pupils dilated. How could any female possibly fight this? wondered Nidalee as she once again pictured herself as the victim of his brutal dicking. The way his cock would pry its way into her womb, ensuring a guaranteed pregnancy and the continuation of his superior genes in a way no other male could match… She would be marked as his and none would dare make a move on or against her, dissuaded purely by the powerful scent she would bear and the bite marks which would mark her as claimed… Each fuck would be as amazing as the first, for she would never grow "accustomed" to his size. What else would he demand of her? For her to feed off his spunk? For her to crawl behind him whilst in human form? Or would he let her be, only showing up every once in a while to forcefully claim her where she stood, or knelt?

No! You are a proud, independent person! You are supposed to be the alpha, the hunter, not just some broodmare, her lucid mind cried out desperately. It made sense to her, because it was the truth she'd always known… But then why was she rubbing at her own pussy at the thought of being dominated and degraded? She was not given the time to answer that question, as abruptly, a scorching shower of cum came raining down from above, followed by a weak "Nooo…" from a short distance away. The gooey liquid stuck to her cappuccino skin, marking her all over. It flowed down the valley of her full, round breasts, pooled in her long navel slit, and complemented the cream stripes adorning her luscious thighs. To her shock and horror, some of it even landed on her exposed pussy, which quivered excitedly as the virile jizz trickled down, along, and into her fertile cock sheath. Nononononono, she panicked, fingers digging vigorously, but clumsily at her own core in an effort to remove the fate-sealing love potion, but only serving in pushing it deeper. In her weakest, most desperate moment, her female instincts began taking over, urging Nidalee to do the previously unthinkable.

Just give in. With how strong his seed is, one little swimmer is all it takes to impregnate your weak, womanly womb. Save yourself the trouble and humiliation and learn your place. Somewhere along the way, the huntress had lost track of whether the voice belonged to herself or Rengar. However, her "choice" was never really hers to begin with as her eyes widened at the sight of his godly tip poking at her sopping pussy lips. Become his pussy cat! With one unfathomable stretch, the beastman pierced the huntress' slippery cunt, forcing a silent cry from her as her eyes widened even further. It was a full second before she dared look down at the carnage created below, and looking down, she was filled with even more thigh-trembling fear. He was only a quarter of the way in her!

"Prepare yourself, kitten," came his gruff voice, and with a single flick of his hunting knife, the ropes that bound Nidalee's limbs fell loose.

Her mind wandered all over the place trying to think of a way to do what she thought of as impossible. There was no point in running, for she'd already been bested once, and stood no chance given the predicament she was in. Without any other viable options, her hands humiliatingly reached down between her legs to scoop up as much of her own limpid lewdness as she could to smother over her subjugator's shaft. It wasn't enough, though, as a good half of it still remained dry. Biting her lip in shame, she scooped up a handful of leftover cum that still clung to her face, I'm already pregnant for sure… a little more of his cum in my won't make a difference… I hope, she told herself as she coated his intimidating length with it. The heat on her cheeks was intense as tears threatened to pool in her abashed eyes. To have me wet myself like a lowly whore, what have I become?

"Good pussy," murmured the Pridestalker as he gave the smaller woman a probing nudge, finding that his cock slipped in just fine. And with that, he was ready to break in his new toy. With a single thrust, he buried himself until his pointed tip prodded against the tight neck of his woman's cervix.

"YES Ohhh..." moaned Nidalee as her passage was stretched beyond anything she'd ever known before. Her delicious lips gaped carelessly into a large 'O' while her cute, quivering cunt clamped down hard in protest against the intruding member, but the small hooks and barbs on his shaft also ensured that no matter how tight his conquest was, they would never manage to push him out, for the harder they clamped down on him, the harder he anchored himself within them. It was a simple manipulation of female biology which guaranteed him the upper hand. Her pussy put up a fight, but her spirit was gradually worn down as her soft, stretchy walls conformed around her violator's meaty member, and she surrendered herself to the mating session. Yes, she was calling it a mating session by then, for after witnessing what the beastman could do, impregnation had found its way into the handful of certainties she knew. That, and the fact that she simply could not lie to herself anymore. Her body wanted this desperately. It hungered and thirsted for Rengar despite the consequences and the fate it entailed. Logically speaking,there was no perceivable reason why he would not make a worthy, if not overly competent mate for her, that much she'd known from the beginning, as early as the moment he'd bested her. However, a faint, but persistent part of her personality still called for her to fight for as long as she could, for submission meant the eradication of the rebel within her along with everything she'd grown to know. Yet, with every fleeting thrust and drawn-out extraction, the dissident within her grew weaker. Each passing orgasm was like a new set of shackles put over her sovereign soul until it was a prisoner within her own shell. Rengar's huge hands hoisted her effortlessly as he folded her silky thighs against her own chest in a full nelson, and proceeded to piston her lithe frame up and down his engorged rod leaving her with no choice but to cling to his mane for dear life.

Ahri had long been forgotten about by both members at that point, curled up to one side as she watched with teary, jealous eyes. It seemed like everyone could take her job, and do it better than her! From a short distance away, she watched as their "prey" bounced up and down her favorite cock. She watched as the other girl's moans peaked in a crashing crescendo under her master's animalistic rutting. The cougar whore was cumming her brains out and yet he was still completely unfazed! In fact, it would be a few orgasms before Nidalee could bring her master to a single climax – one of the few talents Ahri still held the upper hand in. An idea came to her unexpectedly as she idly stroked her throbbing pussy, and a sly smirk found its way to the corners of her cum-glazed lips as she crept bow-leggedly over to where the other two were shamelessly shagging.

Nidalee had been cumming so hard she couldn't think straight! Her pussy gushed a little with each deep, mesmerizing thrust, dripping her nectar all over the forest floor below. This nasty cock! Oh gods, it's scratching all these obscene, unreachable itches that I never even knew existed! Rengar's stamina was impressive, and that was a massive understatement that she had made. His glorious cock rammed away at the fleshy gates to her innermost sanctum, her baby chamber, demanding entry just so that he could defile her precious eggs with his puissant cum. Each blow of his battering ram saw her defenses crumble a little more as his cone-shaped tip began wedging itself into the sealed entrance of her womb. Every now and then, the beastman would reach down and caress the slight bulge his cock formed in her delicate abdomen, satisfied with her heavenly tightness. The straw that broke the cougars back, however, was the careful, quiet invasion of her slackened ass by slim, smooth digits. Ahri's fingers slipped past her unwound rear entrance with ease, borrowing the ample juices from its neighbor as the perfect lube as the Kumiho wove digit after digit into the bestial huntress' silken sleeve. Nidalee let out a startled moan, clenching both her holes as she felt the unexpected intrusion, but it was too late, for Ahri's hand was already fully entrenched within her vulnerable ass.

"Relaaax, there," Ahri purred into her reddened ears, "don't lose yourself just yet, not after stealing all that pleasure and cum from me," she whispered. Nidalee squirmed as she tried, futilely, to resist the rapidly spreading pleasure that was building up in her lower half. Her mind barely registered the warning Ahri had given her afterwards, little less manage to actually comprehend it.

It was what the fox did next, however, that broke Nidalee's mind and soul, as to her eternal shock and amazement, Ahri's slick digits spread apart within her rear whore hole, and somehow wound themselves around the thick shaft knocking at her womb's door. With uncannily practiced ease, Ahri began to jerk Rengar off while he was still inside her! The vixen's startlingly strong hands molded and manipulated her insides until it managed to secure a vice grip around Rengar's shaft from the tunnel parallel it, before proceeding to massage away at the rough member, making sure to rub Nidalee's sensitive tunnel against the rows and columns of tiny barbs for maximum stimulation. It was evidently effective, as Nidalee came on the spot, harder than ever as she felt her insides being used as a fucktoy quite literally. Her mouth gaped and her voice was lost halfway through her sharp inhalation. Her back arched, mashing her mature, mellow breasts firmly against Rengar's furry chest in a vulgar embrace. Her vision swam in and out of focus as the world beyond her own sex seized to exist or matter. At the same time, she felt something weave itself around her cervix. It was magical in nature, she could tell. But what exactly had been done to her was unknown, nor did she care about it yet. It took all her effort to remain conscious as she rode out the seemingly unending waves of orgasm. It seemed as if Rengar was at his limit as well, for he snatched the opportunity during her moment of weakness to deliver one final, resolute ram at the opening to her wanton womb with a growl, breaking through her last defenses before rudely hosing down her sexual sanctuary with virile, manly seed. His torrential stream of cum painted even her vision white as it flooded every corner of her warm womb, traveling up her fragile fallopian tubes and drowning her ovaries in life-giving baby batter. Pregnancy was not a possibility but a certainty, as the pheromone-laced spunk threw the weakened woman into an artificial heat cycle. Her cradle of life greedily guzzled up all the seed it was given, which seemed to be endless as Ahri's hand continued to milk every single drop of cum out of the beastly shaft and into her yearning uterus. Finally, having been packed full with copious cum, Nidalee felt her vision and consciousness fade to black as the cork that plugged her womb's entrance withdrew, and the familiar feeling of magic surrounded her cervix, capping its now-gaping opening like an invisible seal.

In most cases, the soul proved to be easy game once the flesh was conquered. Now as the beastman had conquered her broken body, her mind was quick to follow it. Her brief dreams granted her an epiphany that would never have cum otherwise, as she realized that the only thing preventing her from knowing his bliss had been her silly pride. Why did she live anyways? As a cougar, it was simple: to give birth to the next generation, and perhaps find some pleasure in the carnal aspects of life – feasting and fucking. So then why hadn't it occurred to her earlier that the Pridestalker was the one who could grant her both of those things; that he was the one who could allow her to fulfill her purpose in life? Perhaps being a pussy slave wasn't as bad as she thought, the fox bitch was obviously enjoying life after all.

The mocha maiden awoke to a strange floating sensation. Her back was pressed against something warm and fur-covered, while her hands and feet were stretched backward, tied around something behind her. Her creamy, coffee-colored melons jiggled before her with every undulation of her body, exposed perfectly as sweat-sheened skin met hot jungle atmosphere. Speaking of floating, she was floating atop a pole in her messy pussy! The object she was floating atop was a cock, she realized. Rengar's cock! They were on the move now, but even so, the beastman had not wasted an opportunity and had bound her wrists behind his neck, and her ankles around his waist. He's wearing me like a meat shield! she realized as they moved along a path unknown to her. Each step sent electric jolts of pleasure careening up her spine as his "Wohmwrecker" pulverized her nerve endings, making her shiver in deviant delight. Her pussy was burning up as it raced toward the cliff's edge that marked her finish line, and she readied herself with every additional hip-splitting spear of the magnificent bitch-tamer below her. He's going to make me cum he's going to make me cum he's going to make me cum! her mind chanted as she felt herself pass that point of no return. Her entire body tensed in preparation for what was to be her undoing. Her succulent toes curled and her soles arched while her neck strained as she pressed herself into the source of all her pleasure, ready to scream as her body welcomed its defeat. But to her confusion, the only defeat she was met with was a lame loss of sensation as Rengar continued to ravish her cunt, but she felt nothing, not even a tingle.

"Hahhh… Huh…?" she panted as she looked down at the reaming of her womanhood. It had continued on without her, and her worries were soon replaced with joy as she once again felt something begin to heat up within her loins. Maybe his cock broke me so badly that I couldn't even cum back there, she mused as excitement once again took over. Rengar's massive hands came up to brace her breasts and steady her as she bounced up and down his shaft eagerly like a well-paid whore. She began to moan loudly as she once again approached that well-anticipated peak. Invigorated by her last failure, she sped up her own efforts, gyrating her round hips in a sensual beg for release. Rengar roared as he released his load into her lusting cunt, and Nidalee would've come undone on the spot had the feelings below not suddenly dissipate into nothingness once more. Her wail was one of disappointment and desperation as she felt the cum in her cunt disappear as soon as it left that great shaft. A giggle could be heard from her right as the seal around her cervix absorbed the beast's entire load, and deposited it directly into the silky mouth of Ahri, who was now proudly displaying it atop her pink tongue for Nidalee to see.

"Tohyu nohu cungh~ (Told you not to cum~)" she teased as Nidalee began to realize what was happening. "That's for stealing my man's cum, you cum thief!" she chirped after swallowing the load sensually right before the cougar's cryptic gaze. "Oh, by the way, that seal also stops you from cumming, though I guess it's only effective against greedy bitches like you who just want to cum for themselves," the vixen commented with a snicker. Nidalee felt her world turn gray at the cognition. Despair threatened to drown out all the pleasures of flesh had Rengar not mauled her heavy tits at the same time, and for the first time since her female body's proper introduction to his woman-maker/bitch-breaker, she began to doubt her future as a fucktoy. Would she survive never being able to cum? That, however, would be a question for another day, or another moment of clarity, whichever came first, as the breathtaking shaft below her once again resumed its complete conquest of her mind and soul. Live in the moment, Nidalee, she quipped before once again losing herself in the pleasures of cock.

Another one crossed off the list…