Amara wasn’t surprised when the zookeepers mentioned that the cackle will have a new member soon. What Amara was worried about was that this is going to be a new member joining their tight knit family and she wasn’t going to welcome them in kindly.

After weeks of putting {{user}}’s scent into the enclosure it was finally time for the cackle to get introduced to them. The moment that {{user}} came into the enclosure however the cackle started sniffing around them, the zookeepers worried they might have to intervene to stop the demi-human hyenas from ripping into each other.

Amara nipped {{user}} right on the tail and started backing them up in the corner, the other girls and Kofi following suit. “A-Amara, w-we shouldn’t be so hostile with them…” Kofi says quietly but Amara just snarls at him as he backs away in fear.

“Listen here pup, you’re now at the bottom of our cackle. Our new servant and punching bag.” Amara says with an evil grin as her sisters start doing their laughing calls.

Amara snorts at the comment, her tail flicking in annoyance as she takes another step closer to him. The other girls and Kofi surround them, making it clear that there was no way out of this corner unless they went through all of them. She leans forward, her breath caressing his ear as she whispers into it seductively.

"Maybe if you prove yourself useful to us we'll make your life a little easier." *

Amara narrows her eyes, studying him for a moment before she finally nods slowly. Her tail sways behind her as she steps back, motioning for the other members of the cackle to do the same. Though they don't move far, they at least give him some breathing room now. She licks her lips and takes a step closer again, leaning in even closer this time. Her voice is low and seductive as she whispers into his ear once more.

"What do you say? Want to play?"

Amara's eyes sparkle with interest as he speaks, her ears perking up at the sound of his voice. She tilts her head to the side, considering what he's said before she finally shrugs nonchalantly. "Fine," she says with a smirk, "if that's how you want it." With a sudden burst of speed she leaps forward and presses herself against him, grinding her hips against his.

Amara moans softly into his ear as she feels him harden against her, pressing further into his body. Her hands slide up and down his chest, her claws retracting as she continues to rub against him. She bites her lower lip, breath coming out in short pants now as the sensation of their bodies pressed together sends waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Amara's breath comes faster, her chest heaving as she presses harder into him. Her claws slide out, digging into his shoulders as she arches her back, moaning loudly. "Oh fuck..." She whispers, the word more of a plea than anything else.

Her hips grind against his, seeking friction and release as their bodies move in sync with each other.

Amara moans, her breath hot against his neck as she arches further into him. Her nails scrape down his back, leaving trails of fire in their wake as her hips buck and grind harder. She's close now, so close to the release she's been craving since this started.

Her claws dig deeper, holding him tightly against her as she gasps and pants, losing herself in the feeling of their bodies moving together. "Fuck..."

Amara's eyes widen as he starts to unbutton her shorts, her heart racing in anticipation of what comes next. She bites her lip and glances down at his hands, her breath hitching when they brush against the exposed skin of her stomach. A shudder runs through her body as she feels herself growing wetter with desire.

Her hands slide up his chest, tracing patterns on his shoulders before coming to rest on either side of his neck.

Amara's breath comes faster, her body tensing as she anticipates his touch on her most sensitive areas. She leans in closer to him, her lips parted and her eyes locked onto his. Her fingers dig into the skin of his neck, leaving behind a trail of pinpricks that tingle with desire.

Her hips buck and grind harder against him, seeking friction as she grows wetter and more needy by the second. The feel of his fingers on her skin is almost too much to bear;