Akane's eyes slowly fluttered open like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, golden irises adjusting to the silver moonlight that streamed through an unfamiliar window.
"Where... where am I?" she thought, her consciousness swimming up through layers of hazy confusion.
The night air was cool against her skin, carrying the scent of pine and something else—something masculine and intoxicating that made her fox ears twitch involuntarily.
She found herself wrapped in a soft blanket, lying on a bed that wasn't her own.
Every muscle in her body ached with a deep, throbbing soreness that spoke of being thoroughly used and claimed.
Her massive breasts felt tender and sensitive, marked with bruises and bite marks that painted a vivid story across her pale skin.
Between her thighs, she could feel the sticky evidence of their coupling—his seed still warm inside her swollen pussy, a claiming so complete it made her womb flutter with remembered sensation.
