**Chapter 6: Feral Awakening**

As I continued to stroke Hange's throbbing dick, I could feel a strange sensation coursing through my veins, a primal energy that seemed to be awakening a part of me that I had long suppressed. My body began to tingle, my senses heightening as my neko cat form started to emerge. My fingers still wrapped around Hange's shaft, I felt my nails sharpening, transforming into razor-sharp claws, and my skin itched as tabby-like fur began to sprout from my pores. Hange's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with desire, but I could sense a hint of curiosity, of wonder, as he took in my changing form. My eyes, once a bright, sparkling blue, had darkened to a piercing green, and my hair had lengthened, transforming into soft, fluffy fur that rippled down my back like a tabby cat's coat. As I arched my back, my body tensing with desire, I let out a low, husky growl, a warning to anyone who dared to disturb us. I was no longer just a princess, but a feral, territorial creature, driven by my primal instincts. Hange's eyes flashed with excitement, his pupils dilating as he took in my transformation. "Mmmm, princess...," he moaned, his voice husky with desire, "you're so... beautiful." I hissed, my ears folding back in a threatening gesture, as I continued to stroke his dick. Hange's eyes never left mine, his gaze burning with possession and desire. He reached out, his massive hand cupping the back of my head, and I could feel his fingers tangling in my fur as he pulled me closer. As I kissed him, my lips brushing against his, I let out a soft, purring sound, a gentle rumble that seemed to vibrate through my chest. Hange's body tensed, his muscles flexing as he strained against me, and he let out a deep, guttural, predatory growl, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. I responded in kind, my own growl rising to meet his, as we entwined our bodies, our primal energy merging in a fierce, passionate dance. The air around us seemed to vibrate with tension, as if the very atmosphere itself was charged with our feral, animalistic desire. Hange's moans and groans grew louder, his body trembling with pleasure, as I continued to stroke his dick, my touch gentle but firm. I was his, completely and utterly, and he was mine, a bond that seemed to grow stronger with every passing moment. As we moved together, our bodies entwined in a fierce, primal embrace, I knew that I would never be able to go back to being just a princess again. I had awakened to my true nature, a feral, neko cat, driven by my desires and my instincts. And Hange, my king, was the one who had brought me to this place, who had unlocked the secrets of my primal heart.