With the bustling slave market fading behind you, the weight of your new reality settles in like a heavy cloak. Mia walks at your side, her auburn ears twitching at every street sound, her striped tail swaying with a mix of wariness and curiosity. The city's lower districts give way to cobblestone paths lined with taverns and shops, the air thick with the scent of ale and roasting meats. Your levels have surged to 6, a tingling energy coursing through your veins, making you feel invincible. But Mia... she's the real prize. Her appraise info lingers in your mind: a Level 8 catgirl fighter, her body honed for battle and, as the bio noted, coveted as a sex toy in the arenas. The thought sends a forbidden thrill through you, but you push it down—for now.
She glances at you sidelong, her emerald eyes narrowing. "So, stranger, you bought me with that shiny gold, shattered the collar... but I'm not free yet, am I? That 'contract' you projected—it's got strings."
You stop in a quieter alley, away from prying eyes. The System had prompted the Harem Bond, but you realize now it's more nuanced. In this world, true ownership requires a formal seal, especially for hybrids like her. Your Charisma stat hums, urging you forward. "The bond is a start," you say, your voice steady. "But to make it official—to protect you from recapture—we need a proper contract. One that binds you to me as... my slave, at least on paper. In return, I promise loyalty, power, and eventually, true freedom when we topple that tyrant."
Mia's tail lashes, her claws extending slightly as she crosses her arms over her chest, pushing up her curvaceous form beneath the tattered robes. "Slave? I've been that before—fought in pits, used by winners like a trophy. What's to say you're different?" But there's a flicker in her eyes, a scent wafting from her—pheromones, perhaps, hinting at her bio's 'mana heats.' She's testing you.
You focus on the System: Initiate Full Harem Bond Contract. A glowing parchment materializes in the air between you, visible only to the two of you. It outlines the terms: Mia becomes your official slave, granting you command over her actions in battle and... intimacy, if mutually desired. In exchange, you provide protection, share in level-ups, and work toward her emancipation. Bonuses include stat synergies—your Strength boosts her Agility, and vice versa.
She reads it, her ears flattening then perking. "You'd share power? No one's offered that." Her voice softens, a faint purr rumbling in her throat. "Fine. But if you betray me, I'll claw your eyes out." She presses her palm to the parchment, and you do the same. A surge of mana seals it—golden runes etch onto her neck like a subtle tattoo, marking her as yours. [Harem Bond Upgraded: Mia (Slave Status - Loyal). Affinity +20. New Skill Unlocked: Feline Synergy (Lv. 1) - Shared combat buffs during proximity.]
The bond hits you like a wave, a warm connection threading through your mind. You can sense her emotions faintly—defiance mixed with intrigue. Mia shivers, her tail brushing your leg deliberately this time. "Feels... intimate. Like you're inside me already." She smirks, but her cheeks flush.
With the contract sealed, exhaustion from the day's chaos catches up. "We need rest," you say. "An inn. Somewhere to plan our next move."
Mia nods, her fighter's instincts kicking in. "Lead on, master." The word drips with sarcasm, but there's a playful glint in her eyes.
You find a modest inn on the city's edge—The Wandering Wyvern—a cozy establishment with flickering lantern light and the murmur of patrons inside. The innkeeper, a grizzled human with a scarred face, eyes Mia's hybrid features warily but says nothing when you flash your remaining gold. "One room left," he grunts. "Busy night. Ten gold."
You pay without thinking, eager for a bed. He hands you a key, and you head upstairs, Mia trailing close. The room is small but clean: a wooden floor, a washbasin, a single window overlooking the street... and one bed. A large, plush one, but just one. No couch, no extra pallet. "Shit," you mutter. "I didn't ask. Must've assumed..."
Mia steps in, closing the door with a click. Her tail sways as she appraises the space, her ears perking. "One bed? Bold move, master." She stretches languidly, her robes shifting to reveal more of her toned legs and the curve of her hips. "I've shared worse in the arenas. But if you think this means—"
Before she can finish, a low rumble escapes her—a purr, but deeper, involuntary. She winces, clutching her side. "Damn... the heat. The stress from the market triggered it early." Her bio flashes in your mind: mana heats, amplifying her strength but igniting her libido like wildfire. Her scent fills the room, musky and intoxicating, making your pulse race. The bond amplifies it; you feel an echo of her arousal, hot and insistent.
You swallow hard, your enhanced body responding. "Mia, if you need space—"
She laughs, a throaty sound, but her eyes darken with need. "Space? In this bond, I can feel you too. Your... curiosity." She steps closer, her claws lightly tracing your arm, sending shivers through you. "The contract says intimacy if mutual. And right now..." Her tail coils around your waist, pulling you nearer. "It's very mutual."
The air thickens with tension as you give in, your hands finding her waist, fingers digging into the soft fabric of her robes. She presses her body against yours, her full breasts molding to your chest, the heat from her skin seeping through like a fever. You tilt her chin up and capture her lips in a kiss—slow at first, testing, but she responds with feral urgency. Her rough tongue, textured like fine sandpaper, slips into your mouth, exploring every corner, tangling with yours in a dance that leaves you breathless. The sensation is electric, her purr vibrating through the kiss, resonating in your chest and stirring your arousal harder.
Your hands roam lower, cupping her ass—firm and rounded from years of combat training—squeezing as she grinds against your growing erection. Mia moans into your mouth, her claws extending just enough to prick your shoulders through your tunic, a sharp sting that heightens the pleasure. "Master," she whispers against your lips, the word laced with mockery and desire, "show me what you can do."
You push her back toward the bed, the single mattress dipping under her weight as she falls onto it with graceful ease. She props herself on her elbows, watching you with hooded eyes as you strip off your tunic, revealing your toned chest—enhanced by your new stats. Mia's gaze rakes over you hungrily, her tail flicking side to side like a predator sizing up prey. "Not bad," she purrs, sitting up to tug at her own robes. They fall away in a whisper of fabric, exposing her fully: sun-kissed skin glowing in the dim lantern light, pert breasts heaving with each breath, nipples hardened to dark peaks. Her stomach is flat and muscled, leading down to wide hips and a trimmed patch of soft fur above her glistening folds. She's already wet, her arousal slick on her inner thighs, the musky scent intensifying.
You kneel between her legs, hands sliding up her thighs, feeling the play of muscles beneath her silky fur-spotted skin. Mia spreads for you, unashamed, her claws gently scraping your scalp as she guides your head lower. "Taste me," she commands, voice husky. You oblige, leaning in to press a kiss to her inner thigh, nipping lightly before your tongue finds her core. The flavor is sweet and tangy, her roughness adding texture as you lap at her folds, circling her clit with deliberate strokes. Mia arches, a yowl escaping her, her tail thrashing against the sheets. "Yes... there... deeper!"
Your fingers join, one slipping inside her tight heat, then two, curling to stroke that sensitive spot within. She's scorching, walls clenching rhythmically, mana pulsing like a heartbeat that sends tingles up your arm. You suck on her clit gently, then harder, grazing it with your teeth, and she bucks wildly, flooding your mouth with her essence as her first orgasm crashes over her. Her body convulses, claws digging into your hair, pulling you closer as she rides the waves, her purr turning to ragged gasps.
But the heat demands more; she's insatiable. Mia pulls you up, her eyes wild, and flips you onto your back with surprising strength—her fighter's prowess shining through. Straddling your hips, she grinds her slickness along your still-clothed length, teasing. "Your turn," she murmurs, claws trailing down your chest, leaving faint red lines that heal almost instantly from the bond. She yanks off your pants, freeing your cock—hard, throbbing, pre-cum beading at the tip. Her paw-like hand wraps around it, stroking slowly, the texture of her palm rough yet velvety, sending shudders through you.
Leaning down, she takes you into her mouth, that textured tongue wrapping around your shaft like a coil, lapping from base to head in long, deliberate strokes. The sensation is overwhelming—rough enough to edge on pain but blissful, vibrations from her purrs humming along your length. You groan, hands fisting the sheets, as she bobs deeper, taking you to the back of her throat, her ears twitching with focus. Saliva drips, mixing with your arousal, and she looks up at you through lashes, emerald eyes smoldering.
You can't hold back; you thrust up gently, fucking her mouth as she moans around you, the sounds muffled and wet. But before you tip over, you pull her off, flipping positions again. "Not yet," you growl, positioning yourself at her entrance. Mia wraps her legs around your waist, tail coiling around your thigh possessively. You enter her inch by inch, savoring the tight, molten grip—her walls fluttering, mana sparking like static that heightens every nerve.
"Fuck, Mia... so tight," you breathe, bottoming out. She claws your back, urging you on. "Harder, master! Fuck your slave like you mean it!" The pace builds—slow, deep thrusts turning frantic, skin slapping against skin, the bed creaking in protest. You angle to hit her g-spot with each plunge, her breasts bouncing, nipples brushing your chest. Reaching down, you rub her clit in circles, pinching lightly, and she yowls again, another climax ripping through her, squeezing you like a vice.
Sweat slicks your bodies as you chase your own release, pulling out briefly to tease her entrance before slamming back in. Mia's hands roam everywhere—scratching, caressing—her tongue licking sweat from your neck, fangs grazing your earlobe. "Come inside me... mark me," she begs, the heat peaking. With a final, powerful thrust, you do—exploding deep within her, filling her as waves of pleasure crash over you, amplified by the bond. [Feline Synergy Leveled Up! +10% Pleasure Resistance for Both.] She milks you dry, her own orgasm syncing, body trembling in aftershocks.
Panting, you collapse beside her on the single bed, her tail draping over your chest possessively. "Not bad," she murmurs, nuzzling your neck. "For a first time." The heat subsides for now, but the bond hums stronger. Tomorrow, quests await—but tonight, in this shared space, your harem has truly begun.