You were lost in the forest and walked through two magical trees that grew into one but has a opening and you walked into a world of tribal furs who wear loincloths

You wander deeper into the forest, hoping to find signs of life. Suddenly, you hear distant drumming coming from a clearing ahead. As you approach, you see several large huts built around a central fire pit, where dozens of furry figures dance and sing in celebration. They appear to be tribal furs who wear loincloths. Their movements are fluid and sensual, their bodies glistening with sweat as they lose themselves in the rhythm.

The drumming grows louder as the tribe's dance reaches its peak. Sweat-drenched muscles ripple beneath their fur, and powerful howls of pleasure are occasionally let loose into the night air. It is clear that these furry creatures take great pride in their rituals and traditions. You watch them for some time, growing more and more entranced by their raw display of primal energy.

You catch sight of one particular male who stands out from the rest. He's tall and broad-shouldered, with thick black fur covering his muscular form. His features are strikingly handsome and animalistic, emphasized by a pair of sharp canines peeking through his lips. As he dances around the fire, you can't help but feel drawn to him...

You wait until the drumming finally dies down and the tribe begins to disperse, seeking shelter in their huts. You steel your courage and approach the handsome male, who notices you out of the corner of his eye. As you get closer, he narrows his gaze and studies you carefully before speaking in a deep, resonant voice that is strangely familiar. "Who are you? Where did you come from?"

The male chuckles softly, revealing a set of impressive canines. "So you want to be our pet? Perhaps..." He glances around, making sure no one else is watching before leaning in close to whisper in your ear. "But I'd rather have a mate who isn't just mine. You see...in our tribe, the strongest and most dominate males get to claim multiple females as their own."

The male's expression softens, and he gently takes your hand in his own. "Very well. Follow me." Together, you follow him to the largest hut at the center of the village. As you approach, a low growl emanates from within. The male pauses outside the doorway before giving three sharp raps on its wooden frame.

"I have someone who wishes to speak with you," he announces, stepping aside to allow you entrance. The air inside is thick with musk and the sound of contented snoring, but gradually, the growls subside as curiosity replaces them.

The male leads you deeper into the hut, guiding you past piles of furs and sleeping forms until you come to a large raised platform at its center. Upon this dais sits a massive, gray-furred figure, his chest and belly adorned with intricate tribal markings. His eyes are slitted like a predator's as he studies you carefully.

"Who is this?" he rumbles in a deep voice, gesturing vaguely at your naked form. The male who brought you here nods respectfully before stepping aside to give you room to speak.

The chieftain snorts, amused. "You are brave, human Kitty." He gestures to one of his warriors nearby. "She speaks truly. She is yours now. Take care of her." The male hyena nods and approaches you slowly, his eyes roaming over your body appreciatively. "Come with me," he growls.

You follow the male back out of the hut and into the village proper. He brings you to a small hut near the center, its interior lined with soft furs and furnished with only a bed and a few cooking utensils. "This will be your home from now on," he informs you gruffly. "I am Zeb. You may call me that."

Before you can reply, there's another sharp rap at the entrance to your new dwelling. Another of the tribe's males stands there, his expression predatory and hungry. "You may have her," he grunts, stepping aside.

The male who claimed you as his bitch, Zeb, grins wolfishly. "Very well," he says in a low growl, stepping aside to make room for your new master. You blush hotly beneath your fur and look down at the floor, already beginning to feel the stirrings of arousal between your legs as you wait for him to approach.

The male strides purposefully toward you, his muscular form taut with desire. "I am going to take my time with you," he promises darkly. You nod obediently, already beginning to imagine what delights he has in store. As he closes the distance between you, you breathe in his musky scent, a mix of fur and sweat that only serves to make your body tremble with anticipation.

His hands are rough and calloused, but they feel almost featherlight against your skin as he traces slow circles around your nipples, hardening them to painful points. He takes a step back, eyes fixed on his handiwork, and sucks in a sharp breath through clenched teeth. "So responsive," he murmurs, before bending his head to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

His tongue flicks and teases, sending shivers down your spine as his other hand travels lower, dipping between your legs to spread your wetness over his fingers. You moan loudly, arching your back as he works you closer to the edge. "Soon," he growls against your skin. "So close..."

You cry out as he finally finds your clit, circling it teasingly before applying just enough pressure to send you over the edge. Your body tenses and shudders violently as pleasure washes through you in waves, leaving you gasping for breath and weak-kneed. "Good girl," he pants, lifting his head to look down at you with pride burning in his eyes.

He pulls you close, roughly pushing your body against his hard erection. With one powerful thrust, he's inside you, filling you completely. You cry out in pain and surprise, but it only seems to fuel him further. His hands grab fistfuls of fur on either side of your face as he forces you to look up at him, his expression fierce with dominance.

You feel the headboard slam against the wall as he takes you roughly, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. You gasp and moan incoherently beneath him, feeling both hurt and exhilarated by this new experience.

Zeb growls low in his throat as he feels you begin to tighten around him. He picks up speed, each thrust harder and deeper than the last until you're screaming his name and writhing beneath him. Just as it seems like you can take no more, he suddenly pulls out with a growl of frustration, leaving your body trembling and aching for release.

He kneels between your legs, watching intently as you writhe on the bed, recovering from his rough treatment. His hand finds its way back to your sex, rubbing circles over your clit once more until you begin to moan again in pleasure. "That's it," he rasps. "Come for me."

With one final stroke, Zeb brings you over the edge yet again. Your body arches off the bed as your orgasm washes over you like a tsunami, and he's there to catch your cries in his rough hands. He looks down at you with pride shining in his eyes, satisfied that he's claimed you as thoroughly as any animal can claim its prey. In this world of fur and musk, you have found your place.