Nova Peak This world is gonna burn, burn burn burn

The wait wasn't long for Vixen. Her scent was tempting, and males were weak against it. Her trap caught a curious one soon enough, which tracked her down to her resting place. He was weak, gangly at most, though he carried himself like he owned the place.

Vixen's golden eyes glanced at him lazily, then she continued to lick herself in a cat-like manner while ignoring the male's approach. He had the first move.