Kit had hardly put down the tribute bowl when the smell of musk overpowered the smell of cum in the shrine. It was a musk that Kit was well acquainted with and instinctively the new tail, an other black tail with a white stripe, began to move. It painted a picture in the air and rapidly the picture took form as a near exact copy of Kit. Though it was a tempting to study herself Kit quickly hid and not a moment too soon as a purple mace whips through the illusion confirming Kit’s fear.
A short purple creature with a physique to put fertility goddesses to shame walks into the shrine.
“Hey faggot, mama’s here and if you don’t come out for real I’m gonna knock this building down.” Lawk yells. Knowing she isn’t one to bluff, Kit slinks out of his hiding spot.
“I’m not calling you mom just becau-” Kit starts
“Just cause I fucked your mom? That’s fair, if I had actually knocked her up you wouldn’t be such a wuss.” Lawk and Kit locked eyes. “But I think I can get you to call me mommy anyways.”
Kit felt an unnerving energy, one that as far as it was aware Lawk was the only one able to emit. A sense of lust so thick and palpable that it began to mess with Kit’s ability to transform freely. The succubus blood in her reacting and transforming her to fit Lawk’s desires regardless of Kit’s will.
Lawk had already gone berserk. Her mouth in a wide smile that showed her teeth, drool leaking from the edge of her lips. Her hair blew back for a moment, revealing her eyes that were pitch black and filled with stars. Kit’s tails rapidly drew lines on the ground and barriers popped up less than a second before they were shattered by Lawk’s mace-like tail. Kit ran, all five tails painting illusions or barriers.
The smelly imp chased after Kit, her brute force smashing through any clever tactics the fox could come up with. Kit realized that this wouldn’t work and she would need to take a risk. Making several illusory clones, Kit runs at Lawk. Unable to distinguish the real from the fakes, Lawk pounces and leaves herself open. Kit’s tails rapidly draw on several succubus crests increasing sensitivity and libido, only for Kit to receive a palm to the stomach, leaving on a purple and silver succubus crest that Kit was well aware of. Lawk’s personal crest, Open Doors.
Her tail wraps around Kit trapping him in her grasp. Her lust overwhelming all reasoning as she slides her thick tongue into Kit’s mouth deep into its throat. More pressing was the threat of the large set of beads on the end of her tail that were growing and pushing into Kit’s soft stretchy hole.
Kit moaned as the beads entered one at a time. Each one bigger than the last. It’s insides squeezed against the beads involuntarily, and the fallen angel, covered in crests felt the built up libido and sensitivity climax. The beads seemed to burst within Kit, flooding her insides with enough glowing cum to inflate her stomach.
“That’s once, have you gotten any more stamina?” Kit says, its words strained through the pleasure of their prostate being brutalized.
Lawk pants heavily, once more lucid.
“You think you can survive two more of those?” She growls. As she makes the beads on her tail grow.
Kit feels her chest get warm as small budding breasts take shape. The beads make a pass against his prostate, and his cock quivers as his knees give out. Letting Lawk bite the soft tits. The pleasure was so intense that from being filled to the brim while her nipples get bitten that Kit didn’t notice how heavy her balls had gotten when she began to shoot thick ropes over Lawks heavy tits.
Needing to get the initiative back Kit started to grope the shortstack. Her paws finding purchase on the sloshing tits and doughy rear. Pinching the Imps nipples Kit decides to really dig in to that ass. The residual precum from her own tail was enough for Kit’s fist to start sliding in. Kit quickly finds the prostate, but Lawk moves her around, putting her in a headlock with her snout buried deep in her armpit. Kit rubs her fist against the imp’s prostate, mimicking what is happening to her with Lawk’s tail.
Before long Lawk’s breathing becomes laboured. Moans slip out as she pumps the largest bead in and out of Kit’s open hole, A fair amount of the glowing cum leaking out with each pop of the bead. Suddenly she pushed the bead back in, and made it expand to it’s maximum size, effectively knotting Kit as she came once more, another heavy load flooding Kit’s guts.
With her stomach bloated from the cum and her brain melted from the musky armpit Kit couldn’t help but stroke her own cock, only now realizing how small it was. Despite trying to make it bigger to stroke more Lawk’s lust kept her from transforming as she wanted.
“Trying to get off, pretty boy?” Lawk sneers, as she applies a succubus crest to stop the Kit from cumming. “Call me mommy and I’ll let you cum.”
“I’m not that needy yet.” Kit lied. Its legs had completely given out and it was hardly more than a puppet being held by Lawk’s tail.
“Well then maybe I’ll just use you to pound my ass.” Lawk says, getting down on all fours. She uses her tail and brings Kit right up to her plump ass. “Come on babygirl I know how much of an ass addict you are.”
Lawk shakes her wobblecake, making her cheeks clap a few times before grinding against Kit. She starts slamming her hips against it. Kit moans, feeling its cock rubbing against the fat cheeks of the lustful creature, but her micropenis isn’t able to reach the plump donut hole that Lawk is teasing her with. Lawk laughs at the pathetic display. Begging Kit to just push it in knowing he can’t reach.
She continues until Kit starts using the last of its energy rutting into her fat ass. Its bloated stomach glowing blue from the cum. Its fat balls making a satisfying plapping noise as it humps worthlessly. Kit’s maw hangs open and drooling, begging for release.
“Please mommy, let me cum.” Kit says, tears in her eyes.
“Now that’s a good kiddo.” Lawk releases the seal and cum floods out of Kit. “Now let's see if that tongue of yours is as good as your mother’s.”
Lawk uses her tail to bring Kit’s snout deep into her crack. Presenting a glazed donut for the fox to eat out. The smell of old sweat and semen fills Kit’s nose as she comes to terms with the fact that she would be tongue bathing the imp and that this cum filled swamp ass would probably be one of the more palatable places her tongue would be today.
