A cat is fine

You wince at the urgency "Will she at least... survive?"

The witch has the gall to look offended "I am _not _into snuff!"

A sharp jolt of pain and need helps you ignore how little sense that even made.

Feeling an impatient rumbling followed by even more freeflowing pre you decide to throw reason aside for now. "Sorry lass, really"

With the (way too enthusiastic) help of the witch holding the white kitten's legs wide and all the way behind her ears there's nothing more than lining your swollen shaft with her pristine but flushed lips.

The moment your tip makes contact, the panting cat bucks her hips trying to hurry you on, apparently unaware what she's inviting in.

"Hurry up! It feels like _months _already!"

Fucking wizards

Pressuming the cat has been already magicked to take a cock larger than her forearm you grab her waist with two enormous hands, get bowlegged to be at cock height with the cart, and pull her all the way in!

*thud* "NNNNGGGYYYYYYAAAAHHHH!"

Oops.

Amalia came that moment from having her insides rearranged, a warm squirt escaping as she writhed, still held by Marleene. You fared barely better, the hot, waving passage testing your endurance even as it was quenched by the constant emissions from your overworking balls.

you took each of her thighs in none hand, folded the heat-stricken maid in half and began rolling her back and forth in the cart.

The feline constant screams rose and fell in time with constant thud-thud-thud of your enormous balls being too large to strike only the catgirls' petite bottom, instead, hammering her tail against the wooden contraption.

The witch had taken to the sidelines, casually jilling to the *Thud-Thud-Thud* of her heat-stricken, nubile apprentice being savagely used by giant wolf in a **** rut.

You barely her the madwoman muttering stuff you'd hear in brothels. "You... are a sick woman"

"Says the pup railing my student silly" Amy was making silly faces, tough that was beside the point.

"Askin--for--a turn?" You alternate between grunting at the witch and trying to empty your nuts.

"You'll know when I do~o" she quips in a sing-song tone

You grumble back "pain in the ass"

At this she openly laugs "And just wait until the real pain sets in!"

You look at the witch, barely caring for her nonsense but concerned at the mention of 'real pain'

"All those thuds you've been doing?" You don't like that smile "nutchecks take a second to set in"

"......wat?-aaAAHHHAH-ah-ah-ahh" you double over as the growing feeling of a bruise slowly flare through your sack. And then the pain turned to a raising boil...