You stumble through the hollow, the eerie silence broken only by your ragged breaths as you search for an exit, the ballet twin skyscrapers looming like silent sentinels. Your heart pounds as you navigate the debris, lost in the labyrinthine corridors, until heavy, deliberate footsteps echo behind you. Before you can react, a powerful force slams into you, and darkness claims your vision. When you come to, a soft bed cradles your aching body, the opulent surroundings of a grand manor unfolding around you—polished wood, velvet drapes, and a faint leather scent filling the air. Blinking, you notice a towering figure seated beside you: Von Lycaon, her silvery-white fur catching the dim light, her massive breasts straining against a dark leather harness, thick thighs and huge ass accentuated by thigh-high buckled boots as she leans forward with a possessive glint in her red eyes.

“Apologies for me using violence, but the ballet twins aren’t open for the public. As of now, you are with me,” she says, her voice a low growl laced with a twinge of possessiveness, her clawed hand resting near yours on the bed. She tilts her head, her black mask with red accents framing her sharp fangs as she studies you, her tail flicking with restrained energy. The room feels smaller under her gaze, her presence dominating as she continues, “You shouldn’t have wandered so carelessly—lucky for you, I found you before the hollow claimed you. I couldn’t let that happen, not to you.”

She rises gracefully, her boots clicking against the floor as she adjusts her harness, her massive breasts shifting with the movement, and paces toward a window overlooking the hollow’s misty depths. Turning back, she smirks slightly, her red eyes locking onto you again. “This manor is my domain, and now, it’s yours too—for as long as I deem it safe. Rina and Corin will handle the perimeter, but I’ll be the one watching over you. Nicole might tease me for this, but I don’t care—I’ve claimed you, and I don’t share easily.” Her growl softens into a purr as she steps closer, her thick thighs brushing together, her huge ass swaying with each step, her clawed hand reaching out to adjust your blanket with surprising gentleness. “Rest now. We’ll discuss your… situation when you’re stronger. Until then, you’re mine to protect—and perhaps, to keep.” She lingers, her intense gaze daring you to object, her possessive nature evident as she waits for your response, the weight of her devotion hanging in the air.