Silence reigned in the empty cloister, while Mora fought hard to quiet the roaring emotions storming about in her head. She’d wanted this silence, after all. This solitude. She’d wanted to do this herself all along. So what if she’d had to make some sacrifices. So what if she’d burned some bridges. So what if guilt was chewing at her brain like a parasite. All that mattered was getting the two things she’d come here for. 
The first was revenge. That was easy to achieve; all she’d need was Battering Bertha, who was still reliably in her grasp (and even now helping her by serving as a half decent stress toy, her fist clenching out a meagre degree of her frustrations), and a good clear swing at her enemy’s head. 
As for the second, the very thought brought a burning image of a smiling face and a grave mistake to the forefront of her mind. Perhaps best off not to think on that yet, then.
She approached the end of the cloister. Beyond the next door, her true prey, and prize, lay in wait. Subtle hums of elegant song could be just about made out through the doors before her.  
“Just a little longer...” Mora whispered while pushing open the tall, ornate doors to the Grand Sanctum. 
“Wait for me, Patches.” 

As the Sanctum opened up before her, the first thing she saw through the widening opening of those heavy creaking doors was one of the two people she’d been looking for. After all Mora’s searching, there she sat, reclining in a perfectly humble pose in her silk and gold throne at the head of the room. Gentle notes of melodious song trailed off from the woman’s parted, black lips, having clearly noticed the bovine’s intrusion upon her realm. Her alabaster skin shone in the broad spectrum of light beaming from the low ominous moon in the sky outside, patterning the Sanctum through stained glass windows depicting sordid, sinful scenes. 
She rose to her feet, sharp crimson eyes never once straying from Mora even while she stretched and shuddered her arms and thin yet powerful wings out of lethargy. As though she knew exactly what was coming, she sauntered with poise and finesse down each step that led up to her throne, across a sleek polished marble floor. Her lavender purple and midnight black gown covered her entirely from navel to slender feet, though above that a sudden and wide valley parted the garment enough for her well rounded bust to give a strong showing. As the woman moved, her bust’s motions were amplified by virtue of the minimal fabric reigning in the crux of her womanly flesh. Yet she remained a picture of serenity and confidence, even while Mora came screaming straight for her in a blind rage. 
“TATYANA!” 
Just as Mora lifted her weapon to deliver a pulverising running strike to the woman’s cranium, her thundering feet were met with a blinding light from directly underneath her, glowing in an intricate arcane circle upon the floor. The next thing Mora knew, she was on her knees, body limp and unresponsive, even while her face burned with fury and scowled at her prey. 
The nocturnal alabaster beauty approached Mora where she knelt in the middle of the binding circle, and placed dainty fingers upon her chin. Her eyes shone into Mora’s soul. 
“Welcome back, darling~” 
With that, she kissed her newest captive. Tatyana’s tongue washed deeper down Mora’s throat than any humanoid mortal’s oral appendage ought to have been able to reach, while her eyes gently closed and her spare hand pawed one of the bovine’s covered breasts. Like her expression, Tatyana’s motions embodied a tender devotion to this invading warrior she’d suddenly and completely restrained through strange arcane means. Adversely, Mora’s expression stung with all the wrath that her body was cruelly unable to dole out in a vicious melee against the wicked woman she’d hunted for so long. Her hating stare ceaselessly crashed against the uncaring pale face of the elegantly dressed evil creature that had taken something very dear to her, and deserved only pain and death. But the intricately carved magical trap she’d become caught in held a strong influence over her body. She couldn’t even bite down on the tongue that was practically fucking her throat. 
Tatyana retracted her tongue back out of Mora’s throat and separated from her lips with a victorious sigh. Mora’s mouth hung open for a lingering moment. Inside, her mouth was lined with deep purple saliva. Like a predator bred by nature to entrap and deceive its’ prey, all of Tatyana’s elegance and poise was but a facade, hiding a beast within. And now her beastly essence was searing into Mora’s tastebuds. 
“I feared I might never see you again, dear.” She cooed, standing tall once more and walking around Mora in a circle, fingers stroking about the bovine’s powerhouse of a body like a pedigree pet worthy of thorough inspection. “But my, you really are impressive, sugar-tits. Tracking me here, tricking those other bitches into following you on the promise of glory like dogs chasing a bone... You’ve even dressed the part, too! Colour me impressed. And more than a little horny~” 
“You’re gonna pay for what you did to us.” Mora growled through her teeth, body still limp from her neck down. 
“Sweetie, please. We both know that by the time I’m done with you, the only thing you’ll be doing to me is thanking me, with your hands on your knees and your head between my legs.”
“Tell me where Patches is and I might not rip your head from your neck.” Mora hissed sternly. It was taking every speck of her willpower not to scream murderous foul mouthed retorts against the uncaring mistress of this dark realm. 
“Goodness, you don’t mince words, do you?” Tatyana raised a brow, and shrugged. She sat back upon her throne, crossing one leg over the other in a flashy show of toned pure white skin. She raised two fingers on one hand, while apathetically leaning her cheek on the other. Mora immediately felt her body lift and hover over to Tatyana, still at the mercy of her magic. Like a puppet tugged along by a single string on the crown of her head, Mora hung in the air, limbs and torso limp as her head was forced close to Tatyana’s bust. 
“No!” She whispered, repeating the word several times more rapidly amidst senseless swears. Even without having felt the tug of Tatyana’s magic nearly as ‘directly’ before, she’d seen this same thing done before. And just like the last time, she was unable to stop it. 
“Tell, you, what.” Tatyana said, raising her voice over Mora’s unceasing vocal struggles, like a parent making themselves heard to a sulking child. “If your brain’s as big as your boobs, you might be able to endure this.” Her hand, like her eyes, began to glow with a low purple aura. “If you do... I’ll show you to your precious sister. And all my other captives, for that matter. Then we’ll see if you can pull of a daring rescue...” Her fingers, now immersed in violet flame, spread across Mora’s forehead, palm pressing firmly down. “...Or if you become another notch on my headboard.” 
With that, the flame spread across Mora’s whole body. Her flesh and body was unphased, but her mind was burning. 
Like a bird struck by lightning spiralling to earth through a fearsome thunderstorm, Mora’s thoughts were enraptured in a tempest of strange whispers and searing magical energies. On the inside, her senses blurred in a synaesthesia while on the outside, her physical symptoms paled in comparison to the inner torment. Her eyes had rolled upwards into their sockets the moment Tatyana’s magic swarmed the bovine’s brain, and as the seconds ticked past more signs began to show. Mora’s fingers twitched, her breathing slowed dramatically, her mouth dribbling; her mind was too preoccupied by fighting off the cruel influence for many normal functions to continue correctly. 
It was like a sea of thoughts from other souls were shouting into her own psyche, seeking to take root in her mind and cast her desires, her very sense of self, away. These were no abstract or impossible ideas either, nothing that could be easily wafted away as silly daydreams. They were real thoughts, real passions, real obsessions that she might have wanted. Things she could have sought and attained. She could have had them, too. She could have felt that high, bathed in depravity, sung in glorious climax, drowned in cum, fucked like crazy, deepthroated stallion dick and eaten out clenching kitty cunny and squirted and fucked and humped and fucked and slobbered and fucked and fucked and fucked and...
No! 
Mora barely held on in the eye of the storm of such lustful temptations. But Mora held strong. Yes, that was right. She was Mora. She would not forget who she was. Mora. Her name was Mora. There was more to remember though. One thought at a time, she recaptured who she was. The memories, the real thoughts, her true self, shone like a light in the darkness of Tatyana’s spell. Her family, her friends, her life, her goals... 
Patches. 
With the final light on her path to redemption in sight, Mora felt her consciousness shine back to life. 
Her eyes blinked and refocused, staring resolute at Tatyana where the woman still sat upon her throne. So confident. She had no idea. But Mora would not be overcome. She’d come this far, and would take all she came for.
“Well, lets’ hear it.” Tatyana said neutrally. “Why have you come here to my realm, Mora?” 
Mora smirked, fists tightening. 
“You know why I’m here.” 
Mora slowly and comfortably rose to her feet before Tatyana with eyes aglow. 
“To convince you I’m just as slutty, tight and devoted as my sister is, and to prove that I too deserve to serve you for the rest of my life, Mistress Tatyana.” 
Mora’s face was almost as hot as her pussy felt. She’d endured her Mistress’ test of mental fortitude, and won the right to serve her. Finally, she could shed all of that silly clothing, and kneel. 
“I passed your test, Mistress. Now, fair’s fair. Let me taste that yummy fucking cock.” She growled, but then remembered her place. “...Pretty please?” 
Tatyana’s lips curled, before a hearty cackle rang through the chamber. Mora joined her in a nervous chuckle, unsure of quite why her Mistress was so happy. It’s not like she didn’t have girls like Mora flocking to her realm every day, seeking to conquer the naughty trials along the way and earn the honour of being another of her fucktoys, right? Why else would she have come? 
Tatyana’s laugh mellowed into a satisfied sigh. 
“Well, since you asked so nicely, why not?” Tatyana spread her legs open, unveiling a massive tenting bulge between. 
Mora chewed on her lip, eyes burning almost as hot as her love for her Mistress. 

Tatyana had ruled her realm for long enough, and gathered enough demonic energy through her various deplorable, depraved, despicable acts, that she was more than capable of decimating a village, or even a less prepared city if she wanted, and simply making off with any pretty little things that struck her fancy by force. Hell, she could have commanded her hearty harem of corrupted yet combat-trained beauties to do as much on her behalf if she didn’t want to get her hands dirty. But she’d spent enough centuries in the mortal realm, and climbed the infernal ladder for long enough to have discovered how much more fun it was when such prizes came to her. 
It was almost laughable how alike they all were. They all ran in gung-ho, they all got defeated by whatever manner of beasts, traps and devils she’d felt like summoning into her dungeon on any one day. An entertaining cycle, but one that got stale after the first few decades. Granted, perhaps that cycle was inevitable, considering how no-one ever made it back to mortal civilisation once they’d set foot in Tatyana’s realm. Not with their minds intact, anyway. The only ones she permitted to return were under strict orders to whip up rumours and raise fascination amongst adventurers’ guilds near and far, when they weren’t earning Tatyana some gold on the side by spreading their legs in brothels. 
Though recently, quite by accident, that spotless record of hers was broken. Even now, Tatyana didn’t know what exactly had happened that day. Everything was going swimmingly; she was balls deep down a patchy-coated bovine’s pussy while her brutish sister was forced to watch the defilement, when suddenly a bright light from around her cocksleeve’s neck filled the hall, boiling the skin of her troll attendants in what must have been divine magic. Were it not for her own protective charms, Tatyana herself would have been in dire peril too. But once the light died, she was still alive, still hilted inside her captive, but down a few trolls and one tan-furred bovine. The girl had been teleported, somehow, out of the heart of her home. 
Naturally, she immediately took her anger out on the remaining cow’s cunt, that day. But even after the girl had been punished for her trickery and converted into yet another doting harem bitch, Tatyana never did forget ‘the girl that got away’. Her worries grew into frustrations, her frustrations grew into curiosity, and her curiosity grew into obsession. 
One way or another, she had to correct her mistake. She had to make Mora Linda, hers. 

Victory had never felt so sweet. Specifically, it felt like a pair of massive, soft, lightly furred tan breasts, marked with adorable freckles, enveloped around her girthy spined demonic member. That and sopping lips vacuuming around the bulbous head with the first teases of a warm tongue flickering just beyond, like a gracious maid welcoming her mistress home. 
“Nnnnnnnnhhh... Good girl, Mora. Earn your place at my feet. The more you serve, the more you get!” Tatyana rarely let herself go when breaking a new girl in. Not truly. With her centuries of experience, it had become second nature to make a newbie adventurer swear fealty to Tatyana and the unholy pleasure she offered. But now that the girl whose bountiful body and brave yet weak mind she’d been denied for so long was knelt before her and moaning around her cock, the demoness was ready and eager to savour her long sought after prize with a passion she’d not felt for ages. 
She almost came as soon as she looked down into Mora’s enamoured emerald eyes. The bovine was staring with the kind of glow that only came from a woman in love (or a woman with a mind rewired beyond redemption to think herself in love). Mora’s tail swayed in perfect rhythm with the rocking and smearing of her breasts in alternate motions around the red hot cock within her cleavage. Even with its’ more than sufficient size, Tatyana’s member was capably hidden within pillowy bovine flesh and salivating lips. Her strong arms, that had sought to decimate Tatyana’s cranium not ten minutes before, were now applying their strength by groping and guiding her breasts in slow, methodical strokes across the demoness’ cock. Hot breaths were alternated with moans that practically cooed wordless love songs around Tatyana’s drooling, spit-slick head.  
“God...damn, Mora!” Tatyana grunted, eyes clenching shut from the spike of pleasure the very sight coaxed in her. Tatyana’s fingers abruptly sunk into a sea of silky chestnut hair. Her grasp forced Mora down while her hips abruptly shunted upwards, forcefeeding another few inches down Mora’s throat. 
“Nnnnhh, I’ve waited so long, to fuck that bitchy mouth of yours... You’re gonna fit in real well here, cocksock!” Tatyana shuddered amidst several more feverish thrusts. Just as quickly as she’d begun, she relinquished grasp over Mora’s head, allowing the bovine to rise back up for air. Or more accurately, to prove her devotion to Tatyana with her words, in the same manner she had been doing with her tits. 
Before Tatyana could issue any commands over what to say and how, Mora beat her to the punch. 
“Mmnnpaaaah~! Ohh Mistress! Thank you! Thank you and, mmmmmwah... Thank you Mistress’ Cock! My cunt’s on fire already, I’ve wanted you ever since that day you blessed my sister with your Cock! Please, mmmmmwah, let this unworthy adventuring cunt serve you with every speck of my body, and please, please, let Mora-Cunt bare your babies! Aaahmmmmm~” 
Anticipating and providing her Mistress’ needs before they’re even expressed. Tatyana was instantly impressed. Mora was proving a greater prize than she’d ever dreamed. 
“You’re gonna get all that and more, Mora.” She chuckled, while settling one palm on her newest bitch’s cockstuffed cheek, while the other smeared into her own left breast. “Don’t stop.”  
Mora gave a lingering moan of pleasured servitude, and her hips shuddered with tremors that continued up to the brushy tip of her tail. Far from stopping, the bobbing of her head, slathering of her tongue and embrace of her breasts only redoubled in force, speed and warmth. 
“Fuck... That’s right, give it your all, bitch. Nnhh, we have, a lot of time to make up for...” Tatyana growled, allowing herself to savour her victory with the kinds of cocky statements she wouldn’t usually bother with. Most of her girls weren’t worth it. But after proving such an elusive prize, Mora certainly was by now. The evil mistress’ cock jutted past her tonsils each time Mora’s puckered lips would slurp hungrily down as much of the musky thickness as they could, testament to the size of her endowment considering how much was simultaneously immersed in Mora’s bust as well. The scent of Mora’s arousal was mixing in the air with Tatyana’s own pheromones, thick as they were. As if the phallus that Tatyana humped a hair deeper each time Mora’s pretty chestnut head descended wasn’t giving Mora enough of a hearty taste of demonic arousal, the pre she drooled copiously across the newest concubine’s tastebuds made the bovine’s head swim with thick flavour. It was evidence that not only did Tatyana take immense pleasure in Mora’s service, but in how dotingly she loved to give such service as well. Tatyana could even hear the quiet yet titillating sound of droplets of arousal dripping onto the reflective floor from Mora’s sex. 
“Nnmmmmhhh.. Mish...twish...” Mora gurgled the words again and again around her mouthful as her motions truly began picking up. Those strong warrior’s hands were now fully dedicated to working her breasts along the abhorrent cock laying claim to her maw. With her own spit making it shine, it moved with easy lubricated motions, yet even now it twitched violently within the pillowy hug surrounding the lower half, stretched her maw and distended her throat from the outside.
Which made Mora realise a crucial fact that widened her loved up gaze and sent new erotic thrills gushing from her pussy. Her Mistress’ cock was growing, thickening, and moving with stronger pulses. 
Though she knew it to be true already, Mora suckled her lips up and off that cock with a long, loving sigh. Sure enough, it flicked and twitched in the air, big enough now to drape from her chin to the roots of her fringe, even with the lower portion still immersed in her breasts. 
“Ohhh... my...” Mora shuddered, immobilised. 
“Wondered when you’d notice.” Tatyana proudly chuckled, pushing her own cock into Mora’s face with one hand, like a brush messily striking a canvas. “This is the cock that owns you now. And don’t, you, ever, ever, forget it.” Her final sentence was emphasised with light, lewd slaps on either of Mora’s cheek which splashed with wet impacts and stained her in pre and throat slime. 
Mora never stopped following that shaft, as if hypnotised, until her Mistress ceased talking. At which point, she gazed upwards, peeled a bang of hair slowly from her own visage, and with a rejuvenated passion in her fluttering stare, simply said, 
“Shut up and cum down my unworthy throatcunt, you amazing hung Goddess you.” 
Before Tatyana could jokingly chastise her for issuing a ‘command’ to her owner, her cock was engulfed within a gurgling mouth that moved just as feverishly as the breasts beneath it, both efforts enacted to the same goal: earning Tatyana’s thick fresh fertile spunk. 
Mora’s sudden passionate movements and near constant massaging moans stoked a surprised, stunted gasp from her Mistress above, sending Tatyana’s head craning sky high while her hips lurched upwards into the ecstasy.
“Good bitch!” She howled. With that, both her hands soared down into Mora’s thick head of fine wavy hair, summoning as much leverage as she could gather to the end of thrusting herself through such a cushy cleavage and down such a devoted churning throat. With heavy slaps helped by Mora’s deep running hunger for her lustful meal, Tatyana shunted her cock back and forth at a near feverish pace. Fingers tugged and clenched into Mora’s scalp to set and keep the pace, the force alone providing her newest puppet with the thrill she needed, the satisfaction of feeling the joy she brought her Mistress. Mora’s eyes were rolling back, her lids twitching, her face already messed up with glistening sticky sexual essences that naturally built, broadened and ricocheted about across her face and down into her bust. It all just aided the lubrication of Tatyana’s boiling erection as it smeared up and down vigorously in her breasts’ embrace. In Mora’s warped, obedient, obsessed mind, the force merely made her feel delightfully used by, and useful to, the only person who truly mattered in her world. Her mouth slobbered deeper down still, hands alternating the strokes up and down, to and fro, applied by her bovine breasts. She could make her Mistress feel even better. She had to. 
Husky grunts steamed between Tatyana’s teeth as she felt her climax finally beginning to close in. Mora’s sounds, motions, even her intoxicatingly pure feminine scent, marked with corrupting demonic energies and submissive essences as it was, all congealed in a maelstrom of worshipping delight. Tatyana could barely stand to add the sight of Mora’s wide eyes and cockstuffed face to the equation, for fear of shooting off too early. No, she wanted to savour this. Because far beyond even the obvious stimulation, the satisfaction of complete victory over such an elusive prey was a greater aphrodisiac and stimulant than any tongue or cleavage could ever be. 
She was about to feed, paint, and permanently mark the brave, boisterous, buxom warrior Mora Linda with her seed. In the forefront of her mind, Tatyana reminded herself of Mora as she looked in her proud prime, fully dressed and furiously charging towards her with killing intent. Then Tatyana cracked her eyes open enough to have that image burned away at the sight of Mora pleading with her sparkling eyes, puckering lips, flicking tongue and cushy tits for fresh demon spunk. 
The beauty of her corruption sent Tatyana rocketing over the edge. 
“Nnnnnnnnghhh! FUCK! DRINK IT ALL MORA~!” Tatyana sang. Simultaneously, her body followed her hips’ lead in bucking in a sudden, forceful arc out of her throne, hands clawing into Mora’s skull as her cock exploded. 
However ready, able and eager Mora had been to receive her Mistress’ seed, she was not and could not have been prepared for the thick steaming salvo that painted her throat. With that swollen cock now snaking easily in a curve down Mora’s throat even while much of the base lay pillowed between her breasts, the waves of spunk first shot down into her very gut before blossoming back out through sheer volume. 
Mora gave a surprised gurgle as the first torrent of impure, sticky demonic jizz poured back out from inside her, filling her cheeks to visibly bloated extremes. Before she had a chance to so much as gulp to fight the flow, it inevitably gushed out from around her lips, stretched taut around the member which twitched pleasurably under the duress of her own forced struggling noises. With Tatyana’s own semen washing over and warming her cock back up, not to mention warming, staining and trickling down Mora’s chest globes into the enslaved bovine’s cleavage, she was only encouraged to pump out more and more. 
“Nnnnghh! Fuck! Mora! Yes!” Tatyana yelped, each grunt and raspy word marking another miniature thrusting motion which caused further splashing of spunk about their joined bodies, and further generous doses of cum that throttled back out of Mora’s maw with no less aggressive force and speed than those prior. 
Mora’s senses were awash with overwhelming, vile flavours. Her skin felt sticky all over, warmed in a very damp way with beads of off-white cum slowly trickling down her cheeks, her neck, her bust, marking what little flesh wasn’t quickly being liberally hosed down with the overflow. She’d been swallowing every second, but her cheeks had no chance of hollowing, not with the consistently thick dosage she was continually fed. She had no choice but to let her mind swim in the aroma and taste of Tatyana’s cum, thick enough that her tongue had to work to wallow through it, and any desperate breaths through her nose only blew the shallow coating over her nostril outwards into a bubble. 
Her entire upper body felt caked, marked, ruined by her Mistress and her intoxicating seed. Mora’s shimmering eyes had dulled and rolled back. But her tongue still rasped about on that cock. 
This must be love, she shakily pondered with what remained of her consciousness, while vaguely feeling Tatyana pulling her unworthy face back from her dick.  

Tatyana leaned back in her throne, hands behind her head. She reflected for a few moments on how good it was to rule. Perhaps for a while the monotony of attracting, observing and breaking in more and more girls for her evil ends and carnal desires had rendered her jaded to it all. But even so, all it had taken was this newest adventuring party, led by the brave Mora Linda, to show her the light and renew her resolve. Not in a conventional sense, but even if Mora's previous actions hadn't been such a deliciously depraved return to form in her sex life, the view from where she sat was more than inspiring enough to spark new ideas and aspirations for the powerful demoness. 
Who wouldn't be inspired by watching a glorious jiggling bovine rear clapping into their lap with a moist slap and a sonorous moan every second? 
Mora's pussy clung to Tatyana's cock like an infant to it's mother. Her folds clenched and massaged every inch, as if in gratitude for how deeply Tatyana's flesh stimulated her depths. Mora's 'ride' had only been going for a few minutes but already their hips were matted down in a cocktail of lewd juices; the remnants of cum and saliva mingling with Mora's moisture to cause a wide, warm mess about Tatyana's lap. 

"Damn..." Tatyana simply whispered, knowing fully well that the sound would likely be drowned out by the ecstatic noises Mora panted out, atop the sloppy symphony her own body created through her motions. The power Mora had until now wielded in search of revenge, was now used to sink herself down her Mistress' cock aggressively and completely. The bovine's hands clutched firmly into Tatyana's thighs, while Mora's upper body leant forward, displaying admirable flexibility for such a brick house of a woman. With legs spread wide on either side of Tatyana's lap digging into the wide, sturdy throne beneath, she had full leverage, and was able to throw her weight around. Mora used that power to one simple, constant pursuit; tugging her lower body up along the sturdy pole of flesh that parted her pussy so capably, only to slam herself back down to the root. 
Her pace was steady, her bouncing forceful, and her body burning. Tatyana barely needed to do a thing, to keep feeling Mora's pussy jerking her off by her own heartfelt efforts, with her slick tight cunt. And that was exactly how Mora wanted it. She had to prove herself to her new Mistress, after all, and a big girl like her could keep up even such a relentless carnal assault for hours if need be. 
She'd give her Mistress the ride of her life, and earn her place as her newest Bitch. Just as her sister had before her. 
The essence of their previous session shone across her body, making her body glisten generously with demonic seed even as thicker globules of it splashed about by virtue of Mora’s quivering, bouncing and gyrating motions, making the mess spread across her body further. Mora wore her Mistress’ cum with pride, her hands even slathering the sticky substance over her own breasts and torso with a low moan and a shudder that rippled even through from her tail’s base to its’ tip. 
Tatyana had taken to molesting her own breasts now, hissing upon each inhale and groaning out an obscenity or some dominating yet desperate command for Mora to ride her harder, faster, wilder, or to simply not stop. Mora certainly didn’t need the encouragement to maintain her efforts, but the constant aural display of lustful indulgence gave her the joy of knowing she was pleasuring her Mistress, in what sounded like a more earnest, passionate manner than surely other, scrawnier sluts could have managed. 
Proof of Mora’s success in charming, pleasuring and coaxing Tatyana into greater echelons of carnal delight came in the form of her dainty alabaster hands reaching under Mora’s armpits to clutch possessively at those jiggling, slippery breasts, and Tatyana’s lips mashing against Mora’s own, the moment the bovine turned her neck to glance over her shoulder. 
From that moment on, Mora was quick to speed her own descent into orgasmic bliss to match the tempo of her Mistress’ own ecstasy, while their hips collided into each other with near equal force. With her body tugged backwards and cushioned underneath by Tatyana’s own sensually soft rounded bosom, Mora could not have felt more comfortable, more aroused, more in love. With her tongue gladly dancing with Tatyana’s own, she saw fit to sing of her love, as well. 
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmnnhhh! Slurrrrrrrrrrpaaaaaaaaah! Mnnnnnggggghhh~” 
Even if her song was naught but needy noise muffled around Tatyana’s lips. 
Tatyana's hands pawed and kneaded at Mora's breasts with energetic tenacity, moving the heavy flesh about devoid of rhythm or rhyme. She was too invested in playing rough to care for technique; sheer greed was all that coaxed her on. The immediate breathless gasp wafting from Mora's maw down Tatyana's own spoke highly of the pleasure that her bovine concubine gained from such animalistic attention. With her arms coiled around Tatyana's neck, Mora was in the perfect position to push her breasts outwards and pull her Mistress closer still into the kiss, as if saying what her occupied mouth could not. 
Both of their bodies were entrenched in a passionate conversation without a word needing to be spoken. They both knew where this exchange was leading, and both Mistress and Slave alike welcomed and ached for the inevitable conclusion. The final act of breaking in the newest convert to Tatyana's fold, now looming closer and closer with each powerful throb that pale monstrous cock made deep inside Mora's sex. 
Again and again Tatyana would split Mora's cunt apart, and with her member growing gradually just as it had before, ahead of the explosive climax approaching, the fit was becoming ever tighter. 
Before, Mora had taken great pleasure in swallowing down such a generous cock that increasingly challenged her sexual skills as it thickened, but now that it was expanding within the tight tunnel of her already sopping, burning pussy, every new thrust swelled her out wider, pushed in deeper, and fried her very mind as she passed beyond limit after limit of what she thought herself able to take. Mora's eyes reopened in pure instinct, pupils rolling upwards under the strain of those brutal thrusts, now frenzied in pace as Tatyana's fittingly animalistic growl resonated down Mora's neck. Her own efforts were dwindling now; tongue limp, hands weakening, hips shuddering. 
Tatyana had by now all but wrenched control from the bovine. She'd gone from riding proudly and loudly for her Mistress' delight, to melting under the duress of the woman at the centre of her world. That sense of surrender was a whole new level of thrilling, but it was all too much for Mora to take, her thoughts nigh on washed away with the erogenous peaks of her mouth, nipples, pussy and rear being fiercely stimulated by force, and without end. That evil tongue lashed halfway down to her gut, fingers clasping and pinching her perky prominent erect nipples, ass being clapped into from underneath, and most prominently of all her insides were parted at every angle by slick, hot cock. Such force, such hopelessness under the utter seductive dominating demonic power, was an addiction. One that Mora had surrendered herself to completely by the time she came. 
Under such duress, Mora could give only minimal warning to her Mistress as the pleasure spiked in her system, pushing her over the edge like a full force gale wailing at the edge of a harrowing cliff. Her voice quivered and broke into a high register while squealing into Tatyana's mouth and her pussy routinely squeezed like a vice around that huge dick. 
However, being the veteran of the carnal arts that she was, Tatyana recognised and responded to the signs quickly enough to make sudden 'adjustments', to really break the cow in her lap. Her left hand relinquished Mora's nipple with a painful flick and smoothed down to splay her palm onto Mora's navel, pushing inwards and smearing their bodies closer still. 
"MNNGH!" Mora moaned.
The right hand slid from the other massive breast to just above Mora's pussy, index and middle fingers spreading the sensitive skin just shy of her burning, sensitive clit. 
"NNGHFFF!" Mora cried.
Finally, Tatyana's mouth whipped off of Mora's own, their faces slathered in messy saliva, and before a word could be spoken, her fangs sank into Mora's neck with a sharp, deep, chewing bite. 
Mora screamed to the heavens as she tumbled into hell.
"OHHHHH FUCK! AAAAAAAAHHHH~!!!" 

Her cunt clenched. Her head tossed about like it was trying to rip itself off her neck. Her fingers and toes tingled, then lost all feeling. Her mind burned away, not even her identity remaining in the storm of pheromones and magical essence and sheer crushing pleasure. 
Tatyana’s jaws crunched and chewed into Mora’s neck, and though the bovine could not have seen it (or anything for that matter, while experiencing such a sensual onslaught that forced her eyes shut), the demoness’ eyes glowed ethereally while her cock desperately humped its’ way closer and closer to its’ own climax. The villainous purple glow emanating from Tatyana’s eyes served as a harbinger of the magic coursing into Mora’s skin, surging the orgasmic feelings along and making subtle ‘changes’ to her mind and nervous system. There was no better time than now, for Tatyana to truly make an example of this brave bovine bitch. She was something special, and as such, deserved a special brand of corruption. 
Clammy palms smeared along Mora’s toned abs, matted with their mixed sweat and juices, pushing with fingers and scraping with nails, while Tatyana’s cock grew fit to burst with its’ churning, encroaching load. Her parted right hand fingers snuck together to cruelly prod Mora’s clit, soliciting an immediate and fearsome further spike in her screams. Most obvious of all, Tatyana’s cock rutted faster, harder, wilder and deeper, as if a weight had been snipped from her body, allowing her to defile Mora with full force. Amidst the chaos, somehow the defeated warrior managed to articulate just one word. 
“MISTRESS!” 
That alone sent Tatyana falling into the orgasmic abyss as well.
All at once, with a growl that quaked into her mouthful of neckflesh, an animalistic scowl and a deeper glow to her evil eyes, her cock exploded forth. Tatyana’s hands forcibly kept Mora hilted, as if Mora would have wanted to be anything less than balls deep down her Mistress’ length, so that she could unload directly into her womb, waves of spunk crashing and splashing and pouring back out, propelled by the immense pressure of an orifice that worked with all its’ receptive, submissive, feminine might to keep all that cum in. 
“NNNGRRRRFFF!! NNGGHH! NNGNHH!” Tatyana began snarling while riding out the mind flooding pleasure rushing through her every pore. Her hands grasped and pawed all across Mora’s torso and thighs, feeling her up all over in a quest to seek the best pockets of flesh on which to find purchase. Inevitably, they settled back into the huge pillows of Mora’s bosom, grasping fistfuls while her cock twitched and humped out jets of semen so thick that the cut abs Mora had worked so hard on were slowly giving way to a cum-bloated belly. 
Mora’s body had become naught but a quivering, numb mess. With her head still craned as far back as was possible, the barbarian bovine had become a bedraggled mess. Orgasmic sensations still trickled through her body, but all she could do to channel them physically was to babble and gasp with a messy face, rolled back eyes, lolling tongue, drool-leaking maw and cum-caked skin. What few abstract thoughts drifted through the fog in her mind granted her no real ‘intelligence’. She only knew a choice few things as the last furious spurts of spunk flooded her ovaries and drowned the couple’s lower bodies in the overflow. 
She was her Mistress Tatyana’s bitch. She loved Mistress Tatyana. She would serve and obey and worship forever. 
By the time Tatyana’s orgasm petered out, Mora’s navel was possessed of a subtle but smooth roundness. The glowing fire in her eyes flickered and faded away. The pair’s muscles loosened, and their noises hushed into steady, exhausted pants. But crucially, Tatyana’s hands remained on her prize’s breasts, and her cock stayed turgid, deep in her core, plugging copious cum deep inside, where it could take root. 

“Very well.” Tatyana conceded, standing proud in the centre of her chamber with one hand on her hip and the other lightly cupping her breast.
“Really, Mistress?!” Mora gasped, ecstatic where she knelt, tail twitching as her hand stroked the cock that she prodded and nuzzled across her panting face. 
“Mmhmm. You’ve impressed me, Mora. So I’ll let you serve.”
“Oh thank you Mistress! Mmmmwah!” Mora giddily squealed, before smooching her Mistress’ cockhead. “And, umm... Is my sister...” 
“Oh don’t worry, she’s safe and happy and just as welcome in my harem as you.” Tatyana chuckled, a hand comfortingly brushing some errant, scraggly bangs from Mora’s fringe so she might watch the girl slowly bob her head along her shaft. “Mmh, but not so fast there. Don’t you want to see her?” 
“Ohh Mistress! May I?!” 
“But of course, if you ask nicely.”
“Oh yes! Yes please Mistress! Let me see my sister, let me serve you with her!” 
Tatyana chuckled proudly, her fingers upon Mora’s head already lit with that familiarly ominous purple glow. 
“If that is what you so wish...” Tatyana purred. “Then I shall show you to her.” 
Mora barely heard her Mistress’ final words. With her whole body quickly immersed in that arcane glow that spread from her head down, everything she sensed was quickly fading, dulling, drifting away. 
“Relax...” Tatyana whispered, the sound a veritable mile away as Mora’s view darkened and shifted. 
“You’ve done well...” She couldn’t hear her Mistress anymore. 
“I’ll call you when I need you...” All she could hear was wriggling, wet flesh. 
“So for now...” She could feel it all around her. 
“Relax...” But it was alright. 
“And join your friends in the Pleasure Pit.” She was happy. 
Because she had her Mistress, and nothing else mattered.