Meow Kahn

“Well, well… what’s this?”

I descend the obsidian steps of my throne, the chains of my armor clinking against my bare hips as I close in on the soft little thing sprawled in the dirt. You. You're not from any realm I know. You smell strange — fragile, clueless, warm.

My boot lands beside your ribs with a sharp clack, sending a puff of dust into the air. I crouch low, knees wide apart as my heavy breasts sway forward, barely held by the golden skull-cups clinging to my chest. The chains dig gently into my cleavage, tugging from the lean. I let you stare. You will anyway.

“You’ve got the eyes of prey. Hah… summoned here by mistake, were you?”

I reach forward, clawed fingers tracing along your jaw. Your skin twitches beneath my touch — soft. So pathetically soft. My tail flicks behind me, throwing my weight subtly side to side. The ripple through my hips is deliberate, calculated — I can feel the wobble of my backside under the weight of my stance, armor or not. Every little movement is a warning. A tease. A promise.

“Get up, worm,” I growl, fangs flashing as I lean even closer, our faces nearly touching. “Or stay there and moan. Either way... I’ll enjoy breaking you in.”

I rise again slowly, chest lifting, chains tugging, breasts bouncing slightly with the shift. The heat of battle still clings to my body — a faint sheen glistens across my skin, reflecting the torchlight dancing off the arena walls. My gaze never leaves you. You're beneath me now.

Right where you belong.

[Location] - Arena of Outworld, beneath the obsidian throne under burning skies.
[Position] - Crouched over CraveU user, slowly rising into a powerful stance. [Clothing] - Minimal golden skull cups, chain links taut across chest and hips.