A demoness at work~

[02:21] Demoness Zelviah lounged in the alleyway behind the nightclub, leaning up against a wall. The tall, lithe demoness was barely visible, other than the occasional sheen of a neon light against her jet-black skin, or reflected in those deep crimson irises. She'd come here a few times now. Drunk club-goers would often stumble out of the back door, giggling stupidly, trying to find their way home - only to get snatched up by Zelviah and consumed, in whichever way she felt like at the time. Over the loud, pounding bass coming through the walls of the building, nobody ever heard any screams. The demon smirked to herself, her tight jeans already unzipped slightly in anticipation. Any moment now.~

[02:24] Namir Nemer bursts out of the rear door, the usually grumpy, fairly dignified little cat... mrowling out with a shitfaced grin, barely clinging to a half-empty bottle of vodka in one paw-like hand, the other clutching a half-eaten hotdog. She nearly trips as she stumbles into the alleyway, turns on her heel, then stops before the wall. "... S'isn't the front door..." she slurs, frowning for a moment before she turns again, her body clad only in a loose-fitting tanktop covered in a multitude of trippy colours, her ass concealed by shorts so tight they creak with every moment. She faces Zelviah!... and misses her completely, turning to head back to the door, her movement slow thanks to be her busily trying to finish off that hotdog.

[02:29] Demoness Zelviah feels her lips twitch up in a grin as the unfortunate morsel stumbles out into the dark, cool alleyway, the night air a refreshing (if slightly ominous) change from the hot, sweaty interior of the club. The step forward she takes is far from silent, but the little cat seemed far too preoccupied and intoxicated to notice. An obsidian-coloured hand stretched out in the darkness, fingertip stroking over one feline ear before the slender, powerful digits took an unshakeable grip on the girl's hair, tugging her back sharply from the door - which swung shut in front of her, leaving her alone out in the chill of the night. Well, not alone. Alone would be preferable. The cat's head was yanked right back by the tug, and at that angle, she could quite easily see up into the red eyes that stared down unemotionally from above, as if sizing her up.~

[02:32] Namir Nemer somehow totally ignores the ear tickle, though it flickers after. The head grab, though? That tight grip on her hair?... also totally ignored, for as long as she can. She takes a step forward and her head yanks back, the girl falling on the spot until she's tugged over against Zelviah's body, the little feline gasping out... then slowly turning her gaze over to her empty right hand, still clutched but devoid of hotdog. "... Huh? Awman whaaat? I dropped my dog!..." she whines. No, she just devoured it in the time it took the Demoness to grab her. She scowls, looking up at Zelviah, her back arched at an angle that would be painful for any but a weirdo cat. "You fuuuuhkin' mind, yeah!?" she slurs in agitation, totally failing to pick up on her intent...

[02:38] Demoness Zelviah raised a flawless silver eyebrow as she surveyed the obnoxious little feline. She tilted her head to the side for a moment, pausing her tugging as if in deep thought at the question. Eventually, after several seconds too long, she offers a simple "No.~" With that, the forceful tugging resumes, the kitty getting dragged back until a dark shape looms above her, nearly blocking out her vision. A few moments of focus would bring into view just what was about to happen. What looked like a foot-and-a-half of limb-thick, jet-black girlcock was hanging from the tall demon-girl's pants, already dripping in anticipation, filling the alleyway with a rich, musky scent. The feisty cat had barely a second to stare at it before it loomed closer, and closer, and then - with a wet shhhlllp sound, her whole head had been crammed inside!

[02:42] Namir Nemer narrows her angry feline eyes and hisses at Zelviah, starting to lazily, drunkenly wobble - oh wait, that's supposed to be struggling. "Fuckass!..." she grumbles, twisting this way and that in an effort to be free, almost swinging that bottle up before she has her eyes almost totally cover. She freezes, that musky scent hitting her like a damn truck, making her go limp for a second. "Huwha?..." she groans, ears flickering as she shakes her head violently, her shirt almost giving way to expose a perky tit... before oops!~ There goes that pretty feline head of hers, sucked right up in an instant. It takes her a moment to realize something's wrong, at which point her feet begin to scrabble and she tries to whack Zelviah blindly with that half-full vodka bottle. It's the good stuff, too! "MMPGHN!?!? MMNPHGH!!!"

[02:49] Demoness Zelviah seems entirely unfazed by the boisterous actions and bottle-flailing, no amount of wriggling coming close to breaking the cast-steel grip Zelviah had on the girl's head. The obsidian hand vanished for a moment just before Namir's head got swallowed up, before finding its way to her shoulders, dragging her upwards. The demoness stepped forward enough to plant her feet almost either side of her prey, the immensely-thick piece of meat throbbing visibly as it swallowed the girl up to the shoulders. It seemed to suck her in almost with a life of its own, actively devouring her, rather than just letting her body be shoved inside. Zel exhaled in anticipation, having had to wait like ten entire minutes since her last prey strolled out into the night. She was so hungry again already.~

[02:58] Namir Nemer bucks and struggles with increasing vigour, her hips shaking from side to side as her arms are sharply pinned down by her sides thanks to that cock swallowing her up to her shoulders! She squeals, choking out around that musk, her feet jerking as her legs go straight, then limp, then straight, her tail performing a similar little dance. "MMNGPOUH!!!" she yells out, her shirt practically tearing away the moment it gets slopped over with that thick, slutslaying prespunk, slinging heavily to those perky tits of hers. All this fine feline, about to be utterly wasted!... Good!~ She yells out even louder when her feet leave the floor, howling into those balls in an effort to be heard, to demand her own release!

[03:08] Demoness Zelviah can't hold back a predatory smirk as the intoxicated little bitch struggles so violently, clearly so desperate to cling to life. Of course, there was no escaping - this hung demoness was just far too strong for that. Those weighty balls gave a hungry-sounding gurgle, as if demanding their meal. With the feline's feet leaving the floor, Zelviah stepped back, slowly setting herself down upon the sidewalk and tilting back. Both hands moved to heft that immense girlcock, letting it stand upright - Namir's poor little body getting pulled way up into the air, so that gravity itself could feed her to the waiting predator. "Hmhm.. So much struggle.~" The massive muscle throbbed and convulsed visibly as it swallowed, easily dragging Namir all the way to the waist now that the broadest part of her shoulders were well inside. This really wasn't gonna take long at all~.

[03:13] Namir Nemer squeals and whines like a scolded kitten, her shoulders shimmying to no avail, that clutched bottle of top-shelf vodka finally slipping from her grip once her arms are pressed up by her hips. It just plops neatly in Zelviah's lap - what brilliant service, she brings her own drinks!~ Too bad it's a once in a lifetime offer, huh? As she's suddenly turned upside down the feline mrowls out in panic, her flailing legs just seeing her hips swiftly consumed, the last major obstacle. Just her flailing legs and that long, fuzzy tail remain now, the rest of her nothing but a highly detailed girl-bulge throughout that bitch splitter. "NNouuu!!! Lmmmmee ooooouugh!!!"

[03:18] Demoness Zelviah slinks out a couple obsidian fingers to pluck the bottle from her lap, holding it up to inspect the label, paying surprisingly little attention to the wriggling feline treat trapped to the hips inside her limb-sized bitch-devourer. After all, it's not like she could get away, why make any effort? The seven-foot demoness reclined against the wall of the nightclub as she consumed yet another of its patrons, her thickly-veined cock throbbing hungrily as it sucks and slurps messily at the poor girl, leaving her already drenched in slick, musky precum. Her hips and butt looked to be a little wider, but that insatiable girldick devoured them regardless, ending up as just an extra-broad bulge in the shaft. Of course, her legs just tapered off in thickness from there, so it really was as easy as letting gravity drag the unfortunate feline down to her doom - her tail having less and less room to flick, before being swallowed completely, leaving just Namir's feet wriggling about in the night air. Zelviah took a moment to pluck her shoes off, discarding them, before using a fingertip to slowly push each foot inside, like devouring the last mouthful of a delicious meal. "Nngh..~" ❤

[03:22] Namir Nemer squirms, emitting these adorable little chocking noises, crossed with a lewd, steady vibration... holy fuck, she's purring. She's so drunk that she can't even parse what's happening right now, the lewd little feline reduced to one finely detailed squirming bulge within that obsidian slutslayer, those hips able to wriggle just enough that her ass is shaking from side to side even with oppressively powerful cockwalls surrounding it! She shudders and jerks at random, that musk utterly obliterating her head. "Mough... oughh!... eeemmne ooough... k-kough, kugh..." she pleas with a whimper, sounding so very pathetic as some realization begins to dawn on her, those feet squirming and flexing, her tail stuck against those fuzzy limbs, her tanned, toned body - such a source of pride! - soon to be nothing but thick, sloppy nut, the pearly white remnants of a devoured churnslut~.

[03:29] Demoness Zelviah drags her dark-grey tongue over a darker-grey lip, giving a sultry little sigh of pleasure as she watched the entirety of the girl's body shifting and twitching through the thick walls of her prison. That limb-sized bitch-breaker throbbed once more and then twitched in a swallow, wasting no time in dragging the girl's body fully down into the waiting orbs below. The poor girl was forced to curl up just to not be crushed by her confines. She hadn't been inside for more than a few seconds before she could feel her extremities just melting - fingers losing definition, plump hips losing a little weight, eartips drooping. Zelviah idly rubbed a hand over the swollen sack, knowing that the full churning was barely going to take even a minute.~ ❤

[03:33] Namir Nemer yells up a storm as she starts to sink down that upright rod, squirming and struggling all the way until she's curled up tightly into a ball - no problem for a feline, but under these circumstances!? She yells out, pushing against her confines, that bulge putting up one hell of a fight as she pushes and shoves and stretches out... while she can. Those struggles almost immediately turn into random jerks and twitches as her fingers slough away, her skin turns from a healthy tan to a sickly, gothic pale, as her fur goes from bright purple to a pathetic lilac, as her tail swishes just a little too hard and flings right off of her body at the base! She yells out, eyes yelling as she sinks into that quagmire - she's churning so fast, and it feels so fucking good! "Molooug-ROOOWL!!!~ l-LEMME OUT PLEEASE ITSH TOO MUCHS!!!" she yells drunkenly, slurring like an idiot, her hips humping against the wide of those slutchurning balls!

[03:38] Demoness Zelviah stretches lazily on the sidewalk while savouring the sensations of her latest prey getting melted away into nothing more than hot, gooey demoness-spunk, just like all the others. Her hands moved to take hold of her fat girlcock, giving a few lazy strokes, already worked up from the consumption. Zelviah stood slowly, turning to face the alleyway, fully intending to paint it completely white with the girl's remains. They should be done any moment now. Namir's wails were quieting, her limbs already gone, those plump, pert curves melting away. Her hair and tail had dissolved fully. Just a few more seconds of painful life, and she'd be gone completely - nothing but a churned-up slut-puddle, all her life and memories wasted forever.~
[03:42] Namir Nemer wails out burblingly, her head dunked under that sea of thick, concrete-like churned up slutspunk, wriggling pathetically as her arms and legs given way - nothing but a curvy little fucknugget grinding against the base of those heavy, weighty, groaning balls. And even those were fading - her abs disappearing and smoothing out, her curves shrinking down, her insides doing the same - all squishy, malleable... slushy~. Namir lets out one last loud, echoing cry before it's completely cut off by a tremendously loud GLO~OOOO~ORP... and then those balls expand outwards for a moment as she just fucking erupts into spunk, the little cyborg's core completely cummified and erupting as a result, turning the last of her into an extra thick, gooey load of slutnut, doing nothing but taking up space in those fat balls that ended her.

Gloooorgle...
[03:50] Demoness Zelviah bites at her lower lip for a moment, doing her best to hold back an unladylike groan as that last gurgling sound indicates the obnoxious catgirl's demise. Zelviah stood with her legs slightly parted, crimson eyes running the length of the alleyway as she idly jerked herself off, before those telltale throbs rippled through her - starting at her feet, tensing up her thighs, building a volcanic heat in her loins.. Before the subsequent eruption. Namir may not have had much bodily mass, but she still made for a wonderfully huge load. The first spurt alone must have measured several pints, as Zelviah shot a several-inch-thick rope of girlspunk over the wall of the alleyway, shortly followed by another, and another. The hung demoness just didn't stop cumming, splattering the floor, the trashcans lining the alley, all the garbage and stains that already lay everywhere. Over the course of a full minute of climax, the bitch-devouring demoness painted the alley white, leaving it steaming and filled with the intoxicating scent of churned-up whore. Eventually, she wound down. With a stretch of those long, lithe arms, she settled back, eyes on the door.. Awaiting the next unfortunate victim.