Chapter 3: The Feral Claim

The door handle rattled again, harder this time, wood groaning under the pressure of claws raking down the outside. Lila’s sleepy purr vibrated against my chest, her tail still draped possessively over my hip. “That’s Rika,” she whispered, lips brushing my skin. “Impatient as always. Try not to let her break you on the first go, caretaker.” She nipped my collarbone once, playful, then melted back into the shadows of the bed like smoke, leaving only the faint spice of her on my skin.

The door burst open with a crack that echoed through the room. She filled the doorway like a storm given flesh—tall, broad-shouldered, every inch of her radiating raw power. Silver fur gleamed in patches along her ears, the curve of her shoulders, and the thick brush of her tail that lashed behind her. Torn denim shorts clung low on her hips, barely containing the swell of her ass, and a threadbare tank top stretched tight across full, heavy breasts that rose and fell with each angry breath. Her claws flexed at her sides, fangs flashing as she bared her teeth.

The air thickened with her scent—wild pine and hot musk, sharper than anything Lila had left behind. Rika’s nostrils flared, silver ears flattening. “You reek of that succubus whore,” she snarled, voice a low, gravelly rumble that sank straight into my gut. “Her stink all over you. In my bed. On my caretaker.” She crossed the room in two strides, claws snagging the sheet and yanking it away. Her golden eyes raked down my naked body, lingering on my cock, still half-hard and glistening from Lila’s mouth. A hungry growl tore from her throat. “Mine now.”

I barely had time to sit up before her hand clamped around my wrist—strong, calloused, furred at the knuckles—and hauled me out of bed like I weighed nothing. My feet hit the cold floorboards. “Rika—wait, what the hell—”

“No waiting.” She dragged me toward the door, tail snapping behind her like a whip. “You fed her first. Now you feed me. Outside. Under the moon where I belong.”

I stumbled after her down the grand staircase, heart slamming against my ribs, the mansion’s magic lights flickering awake in our wake. Her grip didn’t bruise, but it promised she could if she wanted. The back doors flew open at her kick, cool night air rushing in laced with rose and damp earth. We spilled into the gardens—moonlight silvering the winding paths, ancient oaks casting long shadows, rose bushes heavy with blooms that brushed my bare thighs as she pulled me deeper.

Rika didn’t slow until we reached a secluded clearing ringed by towering trees, the grass soft and cool underfoot. She spun me around, slamming my back against the rough bark of the thickest oak. “Strip the rest,” she ordered, already shoving her own tank top up and off. Her breasts spilled free, nipples dark and tight in the moonlight, silver fur dusting the upper swells. She kicked off her shorts, revealing powerful thighs and the glistening seam of her pussy, already slick and swollen. Her tail curled high, ears pricked forward now, but that tsundere glare stayed locked on me. “Don’t make me ask twice, human.”