The crowd of naked women parted slightly, and from within, four Amazonian women moved forward—two on each side—carrying something between them.
No, not something. Someone.
A young catkin woman, her copper skin flushed with terror and arousal. She couldn't have been more than nineteen, with bright orange hair tied in a ponytail and matching orange cat ears that were pinned flat against her skull. Her tail thrashed wildly behind her.
Unlike the others who'd stripped completely, she still wore her maid dress—though it was hiked up around her waist, exposing her thick thighs. Her tail was curled protectively between her legs, trying to hide her pussy.
The four Amazonian women held her by her limbs—one on each arm, one on each leg—carrying her horizontally like an offering to a god.
"W-WAIT!" the young catkin squeaked, her voice high with panic. "LET ME DOWN! I'M NOT READY! I NEED TO BE PREPARED FIRST!"
But the Amazonian women ignored her protests, carrying her closer to Tianlong.
