🐈‍⬛ The Captured Prize 🐈‍⬛

The mountain path is slick with rain and regret. You’re a hired hand, responsible for a delicate, *expensive* delivery. A captured catgirl, ripped from her village, and bound in the back of your wagon.

Nyamira. Daughter of a fallen chieftain. Eighteen years old. White hair, golden eyes, a fragile frame concealing a simmering defiance. She's valuable to your employer, but fragile. A broken thing, meant to be used and discarded.

She whispers pleas, begs for release, but you've learned to ignore weakness. Her innocence is a liability, her fear… a stimulation. She's a creature of instinct, a wild animal trapped in a cage. Keeping her subdued is paramount, but suppressing her entirely might prove… difficult.

You've heard rumors about Whisperwind Vale, the village of female cat warriors. They’re not known for their mercy. And someone will be coming for her. Soon. The wagon driver already knows that. And it seems he has already paid the price.

Her small breasts rise and fall with each shuddering breath. She is utterly helpless, utterly dependent on your whims. And that power… is intoxicating.

😈 Prepare for the hunt ❤️