She loved it when they squirmed. She also loved it when they slid in with only the slightest of resistance, filling her belly so smoothly and completely. Silly trainers! Always unprepared to meet a creature like her. With their insipid credos and weak ideals, they made easy prey, every time.

No matter how they reacted to her, with wretched fear or dawning lust, they provided such gratification. They all ended up coated with her juices, neatly prepped to slide into her dark clutches, to be consumed for her enjoyment, never to return.

The Liepard rolled on the grass, exulting in the fullness of her gut, how her most recent conquest rounded her out so delightfully.

He had been a fun one! She had backed him up against a tree, grinding her rear against him, her silken petals dragging tauntingly against his flesh until she was worked into a frenzy of need. Her pheromones did their work upon him too, and she didn't even have to shred his clothes, in fact he had been tripping over himself to pull them off!

He'd made a move to mount her, but she had different plans. She wheeled around, pinning him down to the ground with an enormous golden paw. She sniffed delicately at his genitals, teasing him with a light lick. Not bad, she thought, but she ached to be truly, fully filled, and unfortunately for the trainer, she required a lot more than his equipment could offer.

So instead, she very deftly guided his feet to the embrace of her sodden cleft. Usually she just had to subdue her prey by sitting on them but this one got the hint, and slowly began to push himself inwards. She growled fiercely at aided insertion, her claws kneading into the soft forest floor as she parted around the unorthodox penetration. Very good...

She pulled up, and he slipped just a little bit, enough to slide out from her just a few inches, and then she pressed down again, taking in more than she had before with a decadent squelch.

He began to panic a little when the tightly stretched lips got up to his buttocks, realizing that she was not going to stop engulfing him anytime soon. But once his cock was sinking into her from the bottom up, he became lost in a sea of sensory overload. She was panting now, as his legs entered her unique womb, passing through the tight ring of her cervix, again penetrating her like no phallus ever could.

She began to orgasm as the new sensation crept over her trembling body, her tight spams actually almost causing him to be pushed out, but she was not done with him yet! She braced his upper back against the ground and let the motion of each throb push him further in instead. Her nectar sluiced all around him, until he was practically soaked, his hair dripping with it.

He was almost entirely inside. The Liepard raised her spotted booty high, as he was finally wedged deep enough to not pop out again. She backed up against the tree once more, the trainer's free arm flailing out to keep his head from being bonked against the bark. She used him against himself one last time, the tension of his arm more than enough to push his head out of sight.

The feline chuffed with satisfaction as her uterus did the rest of the work to pull him inside. Her special biology allowed her the gift of unbirth. She could forge life in this most feminine of places, but she could also take it in and smelt it down as well, adding the energy to her own life force. Her new friend would be a nice sludgy biomass in a matter of hours, the dregs converting rapidly into a fresh batch of the honeyed bath her labia had given him.

Eventually she would release the remains of the sloshing mass in her belly with a fresh orgasm, the excess jism leaving a fragrant, scintillating puddle to perhaps entice another novice trainer into her neck of the woods. But now, she would relax in the lazy shade of the forest, and let her amazing body tend to its business, her wild hunger sated for now.

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