Mira was waiting for me in the center of the village, her green eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and something deeper, hungrier. Her curvaceous figure stood out against the sunlight, her tight tunic outlining every generous curve like a silent invitation.
"Well done," she murmured as she approached, brushing my arm with fingers that seemed to burn my skin.
"The village thanks you. Come, help me prepare the bear."
The villagers purred in approval, dispersing with portions of the trophy for the upcoming feast. Lira, Sira, and Nia lingered for a moment, but Mira flicked her tail in a clear, firm gesture.
"Just him for now," she said in a soft but authoritative voice.
"Go rest. There will be time for everyone."
Lira looked at me with submissive golden eyes, her tail brushing my leg in one last possessive caress before obeying and leaving with the others. Sira and Nia murmured in disappointment, but they went, throwing me hungry glances over their shoulders.
Mira wants time alone. The plan to conquer her starts now.
I followed her to her large cabin, where the air was thick with the scent of fresh smoke and raw bear meat. The fireplace crackled strongly, warming the space filled with dry herbs and burning wood. The animal lay in the center, skinned and ready, its hide still warm to the touch.
Mira pulled out sharp knives, and her tight tunic shifted with every movement, stretching over her generous curves. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, her black hair falling loose over her shoulders, her black ears erect and alert.
"Cut here," she indicated, guiding my hand to the bear's belly.
Her fingers brushed mine, her soft, warm skin sending an electric tingle up my arm. I felt a low purr vibrate from her chest, a guttural sound that echoed in the enclosed space.
I cut the meat easily; my new strength made the knife slide like butter through the fibrous muscles. Mira moved closer to "help," her hip pressing against mine, her tail brushing my thigh with soft fur that sent heat straight to my groin.
"You're so precise...," she murmured, her hot breath in my ear, smelling of the sweet herbs she was chewing.
"A strong man like you... makes everything easier. And more... pleasurable. Mmm..."
Her body pressed against mine was deliberate provocation; she felt my hardness against her hip and didn't pull away. I won't give in first, I thought, but fuck, imagining her submissive like Lira was driving me to the edge.
As we cut, the flirting intensified. Mira stumbled over a hide on the floor and leaned on my shoulder, her breasts pressing against my arm. Her hard nipples showed through the thin fabric, the firm, warm touch sending waves of pleasure across my skin.
"Oops... sorry," she said with a mischievous smile, but she didn't pull away right away.
Her hand slid down my back, massaging slowly, hot fingers kneading my tense muscles, brushing the already healed wound from the hunt.
I didn't resist. I turned her slightly toward me, my hand on her waist, feeling the soft, firm curve under the tunic, the heat of her skin seeping through.
"No problem," I replied in a low, husky voice.
"I like the massage. Keep going."
"Mmm...," she purred louder, her tail now coiling intentionally around my leg, the soft fur squeezing my thigh and brushing dangerously close to my groin.
"Then let me help you more... in everything."
She knelt in front of me, her head at the exact height of my hardened cock. Her hands slid up my thighs, massaging with expert fingers, pressing the fabric where my bulge was obvious. Her guttural purr vibrated through my legs, raising goosebumps on my skin.
It's escalating fast. If she keeps this up, I'll fuck her right here. But first, I want her to beg.
Her lips brushed my thigh through the pants, moving up slowly until licking the fabric over my cock.
"Let me cool you down here...," she whispered, purring strongly, the vibration rising up my legs.
"Ahh..."
She slowly opened my pants and took me into her mouth, her rough tongue enveloping me completely. She sucked soft but deep, the intense vibration rising up my shaft to my stomach. Her hands massaged my balls, soft fingers squeezing them, sending waves of pleasure that made me clench my fists.
"Ahh...," I groaned low, feeling the heat of her throat contracting around me, her feline saliva mixing with my pre-cum.
"Fuck, Mira..."
Suddenly, Lira entered. Her small figure in the doorway, golden eyes watching me submissively, ears lowered. She didn't protest. She just approached slowly, knelt beside Mira, and licked my thigh with her rough tongue.
Lira helping submissively. The collar has changed her so much... but her purr tells me she enjoys it.
Mira kept sucking, lips sliding up and down faster and faster, her rough tongue swirling around the head every time she pulled back.
"Mmmph...," she purred around my cock, the sound vibrating intensely.
She took me deeper with every bob of her head, throat contracting, hands working my balls more firmly, rolling and squeezing them gently.
The pressure in my core built until I couldn't hold back anymore. I came hard in her mouth with a low grunt, my cock throbbing as thick spurts shot down her throat.
"Nngh... yes...," she moaned muffled, swallowing every drop greedily, her purr a choked sound of satisfaction as she milked me dry.
Then she pulled away, licking the remaining cum, and Lira joined in, their tongues lapping my sensitive skin in unison.
Mira stood up, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, green eyes gleaming.
"Good... but to be your slave, I need more," she said in a husky voice.
"I propose a tournament among the village's cat girls. Whoever wins will earn the right to be your new slave. That way it'll be fair... and deserved."
A tournament. To earn it. This delays the contract.
Lira purred submissively from the floor, accepting.
(To be continued...)