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The night sang with the sounds of insects and and the occasional musical instrument. The velvet-draped silver and marble palace and surrounding gardens teased the intruder with sights, sounds, and smells, each of which took increasingly laborious effort to pry herself free. The smells of perfume, food, and love triggered vivid images and sensations becoming more solid with each exposure. Each note and moan causing pauses of increasing length. Twice now, she'd stopped dead in her tracks.
She navigated the gardens with her head fogging ever so slowly. The mosaic paths flanked with statues and planters with unnaturally vibrant flowers and entrancing aromas. Once again, she'd stopped. Her face hovered toward the electric blue petals and inhaled the narcotic fragrance. Her flesh hummed and adrenaline flowed. She shook herself free from her mired senses, slapped herself in the face to wrench herself back from the tantalizing stimuli, then continued on her way. The heels of her boots clipped louder than an infiltrator should allow, but her efforts were diverted to controlling her breath and keeping her head from swimming.
Moaned giggling drifted down a path. The intruder found herself deviating from her course down the cobblestone path. She came across two figures on a large silken cushion, surrounded by plates with food and scented candles. Their legs tangled and their bodies flowed almost as milk and water pouring together. The skin of one was a solid purple, the other seemed to be a fox of some sort with fur a few shades off. Figuring out which was which proved a problem. The non-fox seemed to have no nose but did have some form of nasal slits. Four breasts heaved upon her bosom as she straddled her vulpine consort. The fox raised his hands and cupped the two lower breasts. His smiling head tilted back and his grinning teeth showed a face awash in carnal ecstasy. As the bodies undulated and rocked, the fox's chest swelled into four breasts emerging from his body. The shock alone was not enough to wrest the intruder from her staring trance, but the wet feeling inside her rubber bodysuit was. She pulled her hand from her crotch, the aborted orgasm still burning at her nethers. She blushed and ran, cursing her heeled boots.
She braced herself against a wall, breathing deeply, mind clawing for any course of action. Abort the mission? Continue on? Join the couple? Her eyes opened and scanned her surroundings. As her gaze cast down a path, a plinth lit up with clear white light. A statue made of polished silver with a flawless finish gleamed against the night. The source of the light could not be discerned. She drifted toward the statue on unsteady feet. The female form in the act of running her hands across her perfect body was a bat with glowing turquoise gems in the eyes. The lustful eyes of the statue met the gaze of the intruder and then it clicked: the statue was of the intruder.
She followed down the path, no thought process behind her actions. She passed other statues that depicted herself in varying poses and phases of bliss. Several statues depicted her in the act of sexual congress with others that she knew, most male, some female. She continued driven by a swirling fog of vanity, greed, and lust. Her body ached, her ego thirsted, and hands grasped for anything to fill them. She wanted.
Then she saw him.
Resting atop a mound of velvet and silken pillows lay a large, muscular bull. His purple, pink, and white fur accentuated his magnificent body. Her mouth watered as her eyes drifted across him. She explored the lines of his abdomen and the swelling of his balls. She shook her head and opened her eyes again. He smiled at her. He winked.
"What's your name," he asked, a sly smile upon his lips.
"R-rouge..." she stumbled. "Rouge the bat."
"Pleasure to meet you, Rouge the bat." His eyes drifted over her body. Rouge had never felt this exposed and dirty. Somehow the feeling simultaneously revolted and enticed her. "And to what do I owe this surprise visit?"
"I'm," she mumbled, desperately struggling to regain her senses. "I was..." The secrets leaked from her mind. "I'm here to..."
"Aren't you just a treat!" He laughed. "Tell you what, come lay with me and we'll talk." He patted the pillows beside him. The resistance applied to her mouth had not reached her body. She made her way to the pillows and lay beside the massive bull. Her muscles sighed with relief as she settled in. The bull's scent filled her nose and head. "Here, let me help."
He snapped his fingers and a small cadre of the noseless demonesses slid and flowed from the darkness between the lamps. Arousal nipped at her groin as she watched them work, unable or unwilling to raise a protest to stop them. She watched them slide their claws with an artistic and surgical precision across her garments, cutting her tactical suit to pieces and removing them leaving the bat's body exposed to the air and the bull's gaze.
"So, Rouge the bat," he teased, licking his lips. "I am Salaliya. And I am going to be your new owner." His body moved over hers, his long pointed tongue emerged from his mouth and delved across her form. Her breasts, her nipples, her face, her lips, abdomen, her thighs, and finally her feminine entrance. She quivered and melted against his assault and yet she begged and pleaded for more. "Surrender to me. Tell me what brought you here." His nose drifted to her hair. He breathed deep. "Ah.. you have a discerning taste." He reached a hand up and a gold-furred bunny brought a gigantic purple gemstone. Rouge instantly lost herself in its facets and flawless interior. Blue electricity danced inside it, barely visible flashes teased and enticed, always missed and beckoning further pursuit.
"The Heart of Excess," Salaliya said. The words flowed like a venom from his tongue. "Powerful. Entrancing. Priceless." His breath burned her ear. "This is what brought you here... Give yourself to me... and it's yours."
Rouge crumbled. Every atom of her being cried out for wanton submission. Her eyes still locked on the gem, she rose and knelt forward. She presented her ass to the bull who in turn rose and slid a massive hand across her flank. Her sodden entrance provided no resistance as his throbbing cock penetrated effortlessly inside her. The burning pink sensation pierced Rouge in too many ways to count. His hips began to move, balls slapped against her as his tempo built.
"What are you after," his booming voice demanded.
"The Heart of Excess," Rouge moaned. A blue wisp of glowing smoke emerged from her mouth, flailing like a vine caught in the wind.
"Who sent you to retrieve it," he said. His booming voice was more mocking than demanding.
"No one sent me!" The vine of smoke extended further out from her mouth, shapes visible in the smoke as it thickened and took definition.
"Then why did you come?" His question twisted like a jagged knife.
"For my own greed!" She screamed her failure to him. Her vision grew fuzzy but she could now see her own naked being inside the smokey tentacle emerging from her.
"Who owns you?"
She bit her lip, struggling against the demand. She knew what it entailed.
"Who owns you?"
The smokey blue tentacle writhed and whipped, clinging by a thread to her lips.
"WHO OWNS YOU!"
"Salaliya! Salaliya! SALALIYA!"
With Rouge's final submission, the blue cloudy doppelganger slipped from her lips, drawn twisting into the gemstone. Her eyes squeezed shut in shame and surrender, never trying for one moment to escape the pleasure that pierced her so deeply.