her paws sink like luscious lillies in the soft, churned earth. ymerallis knows this place well; she called it home, once, when her family traveled like vagabonds from one part of the island to the other. she gazes behind her, impressed with her own prints as she bounds forward towards the small passage she's denned in for the past few weeks. the emerald-hued femme bats away a bird bone and gazes lovingly at the stash of trinkets she's collected over the years, before turning away once more and making her way down the side of the jagged face of the tall mountain. while her home is nestled just at the base, the cave composed of two rocks standing like pillars in front of the dug-out, this territory isn't one she'd defend with her life. frankly, she's been waiting for someone to find her and take her away. a low, rumbled purr rattles in her chest as she lays just outside her den, viridian eyes half-lidded. she pants, tongue peeking out from behind her teeth, tail thrashing left and right as she sends her heat-scent into the wind, eager for any man nearby to catch it in their nostrils and find her, all alone and forgotten. no big males have crossed her path in some time, and those who do are not worthy of her loyalty. ymerallis can fight, when she needs to, and her dream mate must just be right around the corner, if only she could locate him. eager and hungry, she headbutts a rock nearby, marking it as well as she stands before turning to urinate between her back paws and letting out a pathetically weak-sounding chuff, like a damsel in distress needing rescuing.

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He find himself lurking in and around the caverns on a regular basis, disinclined to explore further. It's not that he wishes to be stuck in the darkened confines, but feels he needs to. If only to keep his arse and form free of someone chewing on it. He was very much done with getting attacked when he wandered further afield. So he was content to lurk in his home for the moment. Just until whatever the fuck the idiots who had a problem with him had died down or been half forgotten.

Not that it is without it's pleasures. For as a tunnel wound its way upward, the labyrinth's exit to the light casting him into a beast of blood and shadow, he caught something. A scent. Skull lifts and inhales, jaws gaping and muzzle wrinkling. Eyes shutter as the information brings him to a place that might as well be a high.

There was a woman out there. One who's scent indicated she was deliciously, delectably in heat. And for one such as he... Well such things were irresistible.

So the demon emerges from his pit where he and others have been writhing. Forcing himself into the light, a bizarre parody of him born from the earth. Skull lifts again once outside, eyes shuttered, pinpointing the scent. As his head turns towards the source a pitiful chuff sounds, burning gaze snapping towards it. A lioness standing before a little outcrop that could only be her den. Peculiar in color but still oh so tempting in form and scent and presence. It's not a bad peculiar, the greenish hue, just very different. Either way such things were immaterial to him, them, right now. His own chuff sounds, hulking form stalking forward. Don't worry dear he is coming to solve your little problem.

And so the demon hunted his prey, each measured step carrying massive form closer and closer. Taking his time because a little bit of play was fun. Only a little bit. Once they got into close quarters well... It would be all over but for the fat lady singing. He doubted either of them would have the self control to hold off for long.

Gods it had been a while since he had lost himself in a dance with a lioness in heat. There was something oh so special about that/this situation. And to say he was excited to partake was a bit of an understatement.

Sure he loved the pale woman that was his own and their almost nightly dances. But this? God's this had his already insatiable lust devouring him whole. Watch out.

perhaps she knows he's spying; after all, guys don't tend to walk with the lightest paws. she called for him - well, anyone really - and he showed up, jaw on the floor. although she can't see him, the sense he's around is too strong to ignore. it's been so long since ymerallis met a man worthy of her company or her attention. she kicks a stone - it clatters gently, and when she hears no stir nearby another tumbles with a gentle shove. Oh, silly me. So clumsy. it's an airheaded whisper, but loud enough to echo along the walls and arches of the cavern system surrounding them.

in her past, ymerallis took care of her younger siblings and aided her mother in household chores. she grew up a domestic lady in a strict patriarchal family where women were expected to marry and take care of their husband and children. peaceful but not profitable, ymerallis never held mother's need for societal bondage against her, but questioned whether she herself would ever be ready to serve a great and noble lion. her father, a quiet but regal sort, upheld every value and virtue existing in the male species, and ymerallis hoped someday she'd find a mate worthy of her love the way she felt about her father.

this game of peek-a-boo feels needless. she kicks the wet dust, now saturated in her sickly, sweet scent, around and around as it's carried up into the wind. the green goddess backs up several steps, ears folded against her skull as she eyes the shadowy corner of the caves where she suspects her visitor may be residing. are you going to wait there forever? she asks, unsure if he's the hard-to-get type of forward enough to pounce and grab. ymerallis walks in a quick circle, tail flashing. it hurts after a while, you know - being left alone. unfulfilled. has anyone ever told you that?

Oh wasn't she delightful? Kicking that rock that, unbeknownst to her, skidded near him, towards him. Playing the damsel in distress almost perfectly. Egging him on, the male fighting to keep his pace slow. A creature balanced on the edge of patience and control; and impulsiveness and recklessness. Her kick of her scent is almost his undoing but he holds himself in check. Finally emerging from around the bend, a glorious bloodied hulk watching her with male intensity that was so heavy it was crushing.

And her little speech.. well that was the straw that broke the camel's back. He could not leave her wanting, hurting for his touch. Oh no that would be a major disservice.

So he surges, a hulking mass of muscle and need. Closing the distance with a pounce and two strides. Drawing up alongside, rubbing his entire form against her. A paw goes up and rests against spine, applying light but very insistent pressure. Jaws reach over to preen her neck, waiting for her to lay herself out like a feast. He was more than game to solve what ailed her, he just didn't take without enthusiastic affirmation. It would be a matter of moments to step over and join them but again he won't take what he so desperately needs until she makes it clear. " I will treat what ails you if you lay yourself out like a feast he rumbles his voice sultry and rough from her dizzying scent and lust. Gods above assume the position woman. His need was becoming uncomfortable this close.

ymerallis must admit she did not expect his abrupt answer to her call. somehow she believes he might play the game of catch-and-chase, but alas. the ochre-colored male appears like a flurrying flame, approaching her so fast the female doesn't have a chance to purr. she takes in the man's form as he stands beside her: tall and authoritative, but not overwhelmingly formidable. his mandarin glare has a hint of innocence to it perhaps no cat but ymerallis notices, for she's well-tuned to the softer side of a brutus such as himself. he has a strange, but awesome coloring, a mane as large and wild as a brush fire. long claws curl out of his massive toes like baby adders, sharpened in an endless tip. she sees, she notices, and she likes. but he's quick and lacks chivalry, so she tests him.

his touch is purposeful, almost forceful, but ymerallis does not yield immediately. she lowers her haunches and slides out from under his paw, flicking her tail with an unimpressed scowl, though wanton lust knits along her expression. perhaps, my sir, you are used to ladies falling at your feet and spreading their legs in wild abandon, she huffs, tail whisking dismissively in his direction. the way i see it, you have two options: prove your strength and determination to have me, or wilt my rose until i must submit to your demands. ymerallis might offer the lion a wink if she feels so inclined, but instead she offers her companion a soft smile, insinuating she wants him, regardless of his decision. however, the way she is wooed will lay forth her devotion - or lack thereof - to her new king. many have tried, and most have failed. i do not lie with the weak. i am seeking a strong master i can serve endlessly to bear his forthcoming generations with pride.

Frustrating, temptress she was. She had been impatient so he arrived. Now she does not respond in a manner that he wished, sidling away from the brute, his jaws and nether's left wanting. His eyes narrow, his frustration more than a little evident. He snorts at her. "You should make up your mind woman" he demands, orders, his form following hers. Not giving her an inch of room to play with. Sure she is no longer beneath his grasp but he would fix that. Come back here.

He is possessive, a hunter, desire roiling from him in suffocating waves. "I always get what I want, and right now I am going to claim you in every way." he rumbles, not giving her an out. She was his to fuck thank you, and he would enjoy it. His to hoard and take home. To give Pistis a break, a rest, while he worked out his lust on her. "I am not one to fail, or to be weak. Bow to me" he demands, his paw lifting again, resting across her shoulders and pushing. Her smaller size and lowered haunches allows him to attempt to step over her. Jaws seek her ruff. He has lost his control and was going to take her. She was willing, wanting, needing, and he could not hold back anymore. The smart thing to do would be to melt for him, to turn into a willing putty he could manipulate. As it was, as he stepped and grabbed he was already aligning there hips, preparing for the first thrust, the first step in the dance he loved. Come here dear, it was time to take your medicine.
-Fade

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she plots and plans for this moment, attempting every mating the same with all the knights who wander to her dwelling, seeking an outlet for their carnal desires. but when they fail to meet her demands, or prove themselves strong and unquestioning, she sends them away with scars on their faces. the lion who refuses to take no for an answer will win her, and she swears in this moment she's found him. as the clay-colored behemoth forces her down, all ymerallis can think of is her father: his kind, round eyes and gentle smile, staring adoringly at his mother whom he remained loyal to his entire life. but... now that she's seeing the alternative, she no longer wishes for a quiet soldier. no, she wants a master - a mighty king with claws of iron and a tongue barbed with a razor's edge.

as he mounts her, all ymerallis can think of is the weight of his form crushing her body, squishing her belly into the ragged, jagged earth. her eyes close, and she focuses on her dreams and wishes for this moment and what comes after. she's no virgin, but no male has taken her all the way before, and this feels better than anything she's ever imagined. when he finishes, she yowls her appreciation and resists kicking him in the leg, pleasure and pain blending into a yarn ball of overwhelming sensation.

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ymerallis is left panting, her sparkly green eyes filled with a lust just barely smoothed over. she gazes over at him, blinking with a bleak look of exhaustion and bliss. what do i call my new sovereign? she asks, voice soft like reeds blowing in the wind? i am ymerallis, and i have lived on this island my entire life. it's an honor to meet and be yours, for as long as you'll have me.

She submitted and for a long while he is lost in sensation, her scent driving him on. Until he cannot continue and rolls off her, sated, panting as well, but smiling like a cat in the cream. He hasn't lost that much control in ages, hasn't been that rough and found his partner wanting it. Exhaustion, pleasant and heavy drapes over him, the man reaching as he rolls. Aiming to pull her close and hold her now that neither of them has the energy to be as one in the carnal manner. mmmm yes, she was his now, and he wasn't going to let her go.

Her question had him smirking at her, skull drifting down to groom as he replied. "Gwyn Casimir" he declares, plucking gently at the fur upon her forehead. "Ymerallis I am going to call you Mera. It flows better with your new surname does it not?" he muses, wishing he had the energy to take her again to celebrate her new status. Alas, he would make do with later. After a good long nap and some food. "Welcome to the family and my pride. I think I failed to mention I am high king of Obsidian Hollow" he states, very smug. Mmmm yes, once they had both caught their breaths and had a cuddle he was going to take her home. Introduce her to Pistis, and sleep and eat and bang her again. Just because he could. Give his first wife a rest and hopefully have her and his newest acquisition find their feet with each other.

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she does not question his word. ymerallis is the obedient sort. there are few rules made by those in power she questions, and this creature who commanded his every need fulfilled might irritate another lady, but not the chartreaux beauty. her eyes filling with starlight, she stares at the hulk of a man, tail flicking in amazement at his strength and prowess. yes, this is her dream, lying next to a soldier who knows how to take and give at the same time. one of her kinks, perhaps: being owned. nevertheless, it's the life she's conditioned to live, and she desires it in every sense of the word. as gwyn drags him towards her, ymerallis does not argue but allows a loud, pleased purr to escape her maw. she closes her eyes, nuzzling under his chin as her tail wraps around his back paw.

he will be the light of her life. the beacon, the mountain, the sky, the stars. if maua has a body, it must be gwyn's. in his eyes she can see her future laid out in a perfect, manicured path. the overwhelming sensation of peace and adoration overtakes her compeltely. ymerallis finds a way to press even closer to him, nearly crying in happiness at finally finding her true love. perhaps, one day, when he is ready, she will utter the words she feels instantly, but she knows how men are: the green queen must pad gently, ease him into these tsunami-like throes of her heart. perhaps he does not feel the same, not yet, and she will be patient. ymerallis understands the feminine attraction can be much stronger than the masculine, and she will not hold his unavailability against him. i will be yours forever, for as long as you'll keep me. i'll never stray, promises the femme. my king... my true ruler. i am beyond honored, gwyn casimir.

He rumbles as she presses closer, giving him more contact. Flesh to flesh, body to body. Mmm if only had he not so thoroughly wrecked himself, her. Her adoration is obvious and he grows more smug still. Yes, he is a good lay, a good catch and the woman in his paws worships him as she should. "That is good, I am possessive, greedy and you are MINE" he declares, a promise from the dragonlike demon. All his. "I've another wife. That won't be a problem will it not?" he queries, shifting now. Gently, slowly retracting himself though he is loathe to. Rising to his feet with limbs shaking from the best kind of exhaustion before firming when he rises to his full height. Watching her as he rises, waiting for a response. It shouldn't be; those as taken as she wouldn't be surprised. "Let's go home" he tells her, pressing his entire side against her before turning to lead her into the pit. Into the labyrinth he calls home.

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