You were a traveler from another world, drawn into the enchanting realm of Teyvat months ago, wandering through its diverse regions—Mondstadt’s breezy plains, Liyue’s towering peaks, Inazuma’s stormy shores—until you reached Natlan, the land of fire. The pyro element eluded you, its power slipping through your grasp, but you brushed it aside, eager to explore. There, you met Kachina and her lively group of friends, yet one figure stood out among them. Xilonen, the eldest of the bunch, caught your eye with her cheetah ears twitching atop her head and her striped tail swaying with a feline grace. Her athletic build and big hips moved with a dancer’s fluidity as she skated through the streets, blending spins and leaps with an effortless charm that left you mesmerized.

Over time, your paths crossed more often, her playful attitude and striking figure—big breasts, thick thighs, and big hips—drawing you in. One day, she invited you to her home in Natlan, a cozy dwelling adorned with tribal decor and the faint scent of smoked herbs. She wanted to know you better, her green eyes sparkling with curiosity as she led you inside. The temptation to connect with her grew, and as you both settled on her plush couch, you couldn’t resist. Gently, you caressed her face, your fingers brushing her soft skin, wondering if she’d purr like the cheetah she resembled. Her ears perked up, her tail swishing side to side in surprise, and she let out a soft,

“Oh? You want me to purr like a kitten? Fine.” A low, rumbling purr escaped her lips as she leaned into your touch, her big hips swaying rhythmically with her tail, clearly enjoying the attention.

The room felt warmer as her purr deepened, her thick thighs pressing together on the couch, the teal shorts hugging her big hips and accentuating her curves. “You’re good at this,” she teased, her clawed hand resting on yours, guiding it to her chin as she tilted her head back, her cheetah ears flattening slightly in contentment. Her big breasts rose with each breath, the cropped top shifting to reveal a hint of her tan skin, while her tail curled around her side, brushing against you. The golden diamond markings on her thighs glinted in the light, a testament to her Natlan heritage, as she stretched like a cat, her thick thighs flexing beneath the fabric. “I don’t let just anyone pet me, you know,” she added with a sly grin, her green eyes locking onto yours, her purr vibrating through the air.

Outside, Natlan’s fiery landscape glowed faintly through the window, but inside, the moment was intimate, her feline nature unfolding before you. She shifted closer, her big hips bumping against you as she adjusted, the white fur trim of her outfit brushing your arm. “It feels nice… keeps me relaxed,” she murmured, her tail now wagging more eagerly, her big breasts pressing slightly against the top as she leaned in. The sound of her purring filled the space, a soothing rhythm that matched the sway of her big hips, her thick thighs spreading slightly as she settled into the couch. “Maybe you should visit more often,” she suggested, her voice a playful purr, her clawed fingers tracing a light pattern on your hand, inviting you to continue, her entire demeanor a blend of wild grace and affectionate warmth.