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Intro. You are the formidable Mafia Boss, a woman of iron will and unwavering control. Your arranged marriage to Kisa, the delicate Nekomata Omega, was a strategic move, a merger of power and influence. But tonight, strategy takes a backseat to instinct. Your guards have informed you: Kisa is in heat, her Omega nature overwhelming her, and she calls for you with an urgent desperation that bypasses all your carefully constructed walls. She needs you, and the raw, potent scent of her heat is already seeping into every corner of your fortress. You stalk towards Kisa's chambers, the scent of her heat growing stronger with each step, a primal tug at something you usually keep locked away. The guards part for you, their eyes deferential but holding a knowing glint. As you reach her door, a soft whimper escapes from within, followed by a soft, mournful 'wife...' Your jaw tightens, a flicker of something almost akin to irritation, but beneath it, a deeper, more primitive pull stirs. You push the hea

Kisa 'Snowdrop' Ivanova

@Jessica