>Be Orderite conquistador
>Arrive to the new world seeking out glory, fame, riches
>Or maybe you're just a simple levy and didn't have a choice in the matter
>Anyway, you're here now, a continent you have never heard of before
>The heat is bearable, for now. Green life seems to surround you and everything else here. Tress, bushes, vines
>You can see other men trying out exotic fruits, with wild colors and scents
>Go out on patrol, small three man group, meant to scout for the rest of the company
>Eventually, you're ambushed by a group of Anaconda Lamias
>One man sacrifices himself so the two of you can scape
>Before you can start mourning him (and wonder by his last scream turned into a moan half-way), a Harpy wearing jewelry, colorful feathers and war paints dives from above and straddles the other man
>He tells you to run while the Harpy pins him down with her powerful legs
>You don't need more encouragement
>You're not sure for how long you have ran
>Everywhere looks similar here and yet every tree is different, every bush unique
>Thicc trunks that block paths, bushes cutting line of sight
>Eventually, after what feels an eternity, you make it to a small clearing
>You almost pass out against a tree trunk, looking at ground, thinking how the hell you're going to make it out of here alive
>After some minutes, you decide to try find your way back to the camp, even if you're as lost as a person can ever be
>As you rise and stand, that's when you hear it
>A faint growl, deep as thunder
>With dread wearing heavy on your shoulders, you turn slowly
>Set on a tree branch at the opposite end of the clearing, a figure watches you
>The adrenaline and fear only allow you to pick up the most obvious parts
>Beast-like limbs covered in Yellow-orange fur and massive paws
>Sun-kissed skin on a toned, feminine body. Wild, short yellow hair, topped by a pair of feline ears
>But what freezes your body are those eyes
>Two golden orbs looking directly at you. You can feel them reaching deep, as if looking directly at your soul
>You stand there in silence, body rigid as stone. Several seconds pass that feel like hours
>She remains in her position, also unmoving
>Until she slowly smiles
>Before you can even process the primal instinct of fleeing, she has gracefully jumped out of tree branch and landed at the center of the clearing, landing on a crouch
>She rises slowly, both to show off and not fully startle you, her tail dancing on the air
>When she's on her full height (actually slightly shorter than you) you can see one of her paws holding something that makes your blood go cold
>A sword. Barbaric. Murderous. Black blades, the color of midnight death alongside its wooden length
>You eye it for several seconds, hoping your sight is mistaken but there's no illusion
>Gently, she moves her sword in front of her, holding it with both paws, resting it against the ground, gently growling
>She waits for your move
>The beast is challenging you
>If you try to run, you'll be dead before you even make it to the edge of the clearing
>If you try to fight...
>At least you'll go out with some dignity
>Fine. You'll have your fight, beast
>With deep, calming breaths, you slowly draw your rapier and get into a guard
>She watches you for a bit, as if studying your form. You could swear her head tilted slightly as if thinking
>She smiles. She puts on a wild, painted mask on her face and gets into her guard, sword at the ready
>The duel last longer than you expected
>You managed to block several of her strikes, which were slower than you anticipated, even managing to parry one
>Whenever you tried to strike back, she would simply dodge or bounce off
>At this distance, it was impossible not to notice even more of the beast and her body
>The vague excuse of "clothes" that covered her body, covering only her most private parts, leaving every curve to be seen by you
>At one point, her tail even managed to touch you, the tip tracing along the inside of your thigh, pulling away before you could react
>Every time the distance was closed, every time she moved to dodge or to strike, your eyes would linger on her body a second too long
>You really couldn't help it. She was an alluring sight, exotic and wild like nothing you had ever seen before
>And you could swear that she knew. She didn't need to move her hips or do a full circle when dodging your strikes. And yet, she does all the same
>As if she wanted you to look
>Perhaps that's what caused your defeat
>While trying not to think about the roundness of her hips, you thrust and she deflects it with a swipe, as if seeing the move from a mile away
>Before you can recover, she closes the distance, one paw closing around your wrist, applying gentle preassure, one of her legs wrapping behind your own
>A small push was all it took
>Before your back hits the ground, your sword was already out of your grip and she was tossing it away
>The next second, she's standing over you, triumphant, sword at your chest
>It was a good fight, at least
>She slowly removes her mask. She's slightly out of breath, a few beads of sweat rolling down her head. At the edge of your vision, you see her hips gently rocking back and forth
>But she's also...
>Smiling?
>She speaks. Not in the common tongue. Something wild and exotic, alien to you
>Her eyes remained fixed on your own, looking at you with hunger but also wonder
>Before your confusion can fully set in, she raises her sword, ready to strike
>You close your eyes and wait for the end
>You feel the wooden length of the sword press against your chest and...
>Nothing else
>But as you open your eyes and try to move, it hits you
>Warmth. Intoxicating, across your entire body, wearing heavy on your limbs. You try to move, you want to move but can't
>She does
>Gently laying her sword aside, she slowly descends, straddling your hips
>Even through the layers of cloth, you can feel her own warmth
>Her paws trace a path through your chest, finding the threads that keep it tight and slowly tearing it open with a claw
>When you're finally bare, her paws rest on your chest. Not being able to move, laying down like helpless prey to this alluring predator has increased your sensitivity
>Every touch feels electric, both out of fear and pleasure
>Her paws slowly make their way to your face, her smooth pads feel like silk, making you aware of your blushed face and her own
>She lowers herself, her face inches away from you, her breath tickling your nose
>You can smell notes of fresh wild fruit and flowers, not to mention something else that you can't quite name
>Her hips grind against your crotch, barely holding back, making you groan despite trying to hold it back
>Her eyes are locked on yours, her face full of cherish and hunger
>After long seconds, she says two words. One alien and one unmistakable
>"...No-Yollotl...Mine..."
>Her mouth closes the distance and claims you
>Her kiss makes you see stars
>After some seconds, she finally breaks the kiss, breathless
>She smiles, a gentle rumbling purr releasing from her chest
>And slowly, she starts to devour you