Demonic Pornstar System

"Nyah! Nyah! Nyah!"

Bastet's cries rang out, sounding like a cat in heat. It was high-pitched and deliciously helpless. Her voice broke with every sharp thrust that slammed into her moist depths, only to be yanked back again by the rhythm Kaiden had carved into her body.

The room echoed with the unmistakable symphony of flesh slapping against flesh, wet friction, and desperate gasps.

Her fingers curled tightly into the blanket as she tried, and failed, to ground herself. Her palms twisted into the sheets, so much so that her knuckles became white from effort, but they gave her no traction, no mercy, just something to cling to as her body was being actively desecrated from behind.

If that wasn't enough already… Her face was buried deep into the pillow, muffling her cries. This was not done by her own choice but because Kaiden's feet rested on the back of her head, pinning the woman's face down.

Bastet wasn't an M, or so she firmly believed, but this position made her cum again and again without her mind's permission. Her body was in pure heaven as Kaiden wrestled control of it away from her and took the mantle into his own hands.

That singular act of her being pinned to the sheets and rummaged as if she were nothing but an object to satisfy his most carnal desires sent jolts of heat through Bastet's spine. She was claimed, pressed, pinned…

And she loved every second of it.

Her back arched in that shamefully perfect, feline curve: hips high, face down, utterly helpless. The rhythm Kaiden was drilling into her had long since shattered any resistance she might've had against being treated so roughly.

Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, soaked and sticky, every inch of her plush body jiggling in humiliating harmony with his merciless thrusts.

Her hips were trembling with every thrust of Kaiden's cock into her drenched pussy and slaps that made even her tanned skin redden.

Bastet wasn't some dainty feline scout built for agility and stealth. She was a sun-blessed goddess in the flesh, making her bountiful curves a masterpiece of divine excess.

Each bounce of her large breasts beneath her had a hypnotic rhythm of its own as they swayed with every collision of their bodies.

Her ass, just as decadent, was the perfect anchor. Kaiden gripped each cheek with rough hands, spreading her wider, sinking into her even deeper. The soft jiggle of her flesh under his grip only spurred him on as his hands molded her like clay with every thrust.

"Nyaaa~! M-Master, please!" Bastet wailed as her face found itself mashed deeper into the pillow. Her arms were shaking, fingers gripping uselessly against the blanket as if the fabric could save her from the overwhelming pounding she was receiving.

"S-stop, please! P-please, I c-can't keep up… I don't even know who… who even am I anymore~!?" she cried out between half-sobs and high-pitched moans. Her words came out slurred, hard to even recognize what nonsense she was speaking about.

"You don't know who you are?"

She tried to respond but only squeaked out an incoherent moan.

"Well, if you're not Bastet, the Sun-Kissed Pharaoh…" he smirked as he leaned in close to her ear, "what are you, then? A stray cat? No… not even that. You're just a bitch in heat, aren't you? A tanned kitten I picked up in a dungeon, not aware how deep her sheer depravity went. You're nothing but a needy, squishy little kitten begging to be stuffed."

Aria, Nyx, and Luna exchanged a wide-eyed glance as they exchanged gazes that were full of questions.

But then, a big grin curled up on their lips as their gazes moved between Kaiden's ruthless expression and Bastet's permanently shaking, pinned form. For a moment, no one said anything. But the heat between them all… it was undeniable.

Their man had fully stepped into his role, embracing it fully knowing that even if she didn't realize it just yet, this was what Bastet's heart craved the most.

As such, he was no longer just a partner who supported them through thick and thin and vowed to spend the rest of eternity together with them. No. Right now, he was a conqueror here to take what was his.

And none of them were complaining.

'The fangirls are going to lose their minds over this one…' Aria thought with heavily flushed cheeks. The yandere Moon Valkyrie even forgot she didn't like watching others go at it with Kai, such was the heat of the scene before her.

Then, without warning, Bastet's back arched with a fierce jolt. She moved her body beneath Kaiden, and with a slick, wet plop, he slid free of her trembling body. The felinid then flopped onto her back, letting them all see her tanned belly glistening with sweat as well as perky breasts rising and falling rapidly as she locked eyes with him.

Her expression was dazed and pink-cheeked, with her lips parted and eyes hazy.

There was no anger present. No shame.

Just desperate heat.

"If Master says I'm a bitch in heat…" she whispered through her panting sounds, "then… then I must be."

Kaiden had to pause for a second just to take in the sight before his eyes. It was way too hot to be reality. That voice of hers, which was so soft and feminine, oh-so incredibly submissive, yet still burning with immense desire… did something to him. Even he hadn't expected her to dive this deep into the role.

But Bastet didn't stop there.

Still staring up into his eyes, she reached for her ankles with both hands. With the flexibility of a supreme feline, she spread herself wide open for him. Her body formed a sultry arch, one made to welcome him back in, but with an invitation far more sinful than simply getting taken in a doggy pose.

And despite all this, she was still not done. Her tail coiled forward until it wrapped around his throbbing cock. She stroked it once, twice, letting her smooth tail guide him toward her drenched entrance.

If she were a monster who preyed on weak men, then Kaiden would've fallen right now.