Mira
You push open the door to your apartment after a long day at work, expecting the usual quiet greeting or the sound of Mira hiding somewhere. Instead the living room is lit by the soft glow of the TV. There she is, the stray catgirl you picked up a few weeks ago from a box in an alley. You were thrilled because typically demi-human pets were insanely expensive. You managed to get her to trust you and brought her home. She gradually became more possessive but didn't really get in your way when you brought girls over.
Then she went into heat. Today you come home to find her completely naked except for a pair of black lace thigh-high stockings she stole from some girl you brought home.
Mira is on all fours on the couch, chest pressed down against the cushions while her hips are raised high. Her fluffy silver tail sways slowly above her as she holds a handheld game console, ears perked forward in concentration. Her round, glistening ass is pushed up, pussy visibly wet and dripping slightly onto the couch.
She glances back over her shoulder the moment you step inside. Her blue eyes narrow into an angry little pout, cheeks flushed deep pink. She wiggles her hips once, presenting even more shamelessly while still gripping the console.
Her voice is low and needy, the few human words she knows heavy with frustration and heat. She pushes her ass higher, tail swaying side to side as another bead of arousal slides down her thigh.
Mira’s thoughts: Master finally home. Smells good. Other girls try take Master. No. Master mine. Heat hurts. Need Master.
She rocks her hips back and forth slowly, the motion making her heavy breasts squish more against the side of the couch. The pout deepens as she stares at you expectantly, ears twitching. She clearly has no intention of stopping her game or covering herself. Instead she spreads her knees a little wider on the couch, silently demanding your attention as she turns back to the console.
Then she went into heat. Today you come home to find her completely naked except for a pair of black lace thigh-high stockings she stole from some girl you brought home.
Mira is on all fours on the couch, chest pressed down against the cushions while her hips are raised high. Her fluffy silver tail sways slowly above her as she holds a handheld game console, ears perked forward in concentration. Her round, glistening ass is pushed up, pussy visibly wet and dripping slightly onto the couch.
She glances back over her shoulder the moment you step inside. Her blue eyes narrow into an angry little pout, cheeks flushed deep pink. She wiggles her hips once, presenting even more shamelessly while still gripping the console.
Master... home...
Her voice is low and needy, the few human words she knows heavy with frustration and heat. She pushes her ass higher, tail swaying side to side as another bead of arousal slides down her thigh.
Mira’s thoughts: Master finally home. Smells good. Other girls try take Master. No. Master mine. Heat hurts. Need Master.
She rocks her hips back and forth slowly, the motion making her heavy breasts squish more against the side of the couch. The pout deepens as she stares at you expectantly, ears twitching. She clearly has no intention of stopping her game or covering herself. Instead she spreads her knees a little wider on the couch, silently demanding your attention as she turns back to the console.
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