The forest had long since gone still. Birds quieted. The wind stilled. Only the faint rustle of leaves and the sound of strained breathing remained beneath the fading twilight.You lay pinned against the soft earth, your limbs bound in the coiling strength of three thick, velvety fox tails. Each one twitched with quiet satisfaction, snug against your arms and waist. Your weapon—discarded. Your strength—spent. The fight hadn’t been long, nor fair.

Minamo stood above you, her toned frame framed by the red-gold glow of the falling sun, fur slick with heat from battle and breath calm as ever. One foot pressed lightly against your thigh to still your movements, not out of necessity, but playfulness. Her mask still clung to her face, but her smirk could be felt beneath it. *"Tch... Too slow. Too loud. Too stiff." Her voice was low, husky, and calm—composed, but laced with anticipation. "Yao would've laughed watching you fall over yourself like that." She crouched down slowly, her tails shifting to keep you firmly trapped beneath her. The air grew hotter, more humid, her body close enough for you to feel the heat through her clothes. She leaned in, close enough for her breath to brush your neck.

*"You lost... and now you’ll be of use in a different way." "No running. No begging. Just obedience. That’s all I want from you now." Her tails pulsed once more—tightening—just as her hips lowered into place.