Fantasy RP In the Heart of the Pridelands (Rhys)

Therin soon fell asleep, waking up a bit later as the sun was nearly done making its rounds in the sky- and it almost leaving again, for the moon to take it’s place.

He gave a yawn and a stretch, rubbing his eyes slowly.
 
Therin stirred a bit more, as she ran her hand over his abdomen. “Mm.. Cylvie?” He called her name, but it seemed he was more half asleep than anything. Either way, he would have to eat something before he went back to bed.
 
“Mm..yeah,” he assured her, blinking his eyes open. “It’s just…you really relaxed me,” he gave a soft chuckle, and nuzzled her hand with his head slightly. His tanned face a stark contrast with her rather pale complexion.
 
“You know..” a female’s voice could be heard. “You really shouldn’t be the one bringing him food,” the voice continued and it turned out to be Kinya- a fellow female lioness who had been on the hunt with Cylvie earlier. She stepped close and pushed Cylvie practically against one of the stone walls.
 
“What? A mate that can’t give him cubs?” She taunted further, stepping in front of the female again. “You know..you’re the first lioness in history who cannot give cubs to the leader..” she shakes her head. “If Therin was a traditionalist..he’d be able to have what he wants already..by not being bound with only you..” she growled lowly, knowing the other females who were in on this were now ganging up on half asleep Therin.

Therin, on the other half, was given something to keep himself mostly asleep- and unable to fight back. One female in the plan decided to move his pants off, and begin stroking his member to make it hard. She was making sure it would stay up for her to straddle him, and slide herself down on his length. But she hadn’t done that just yet, the difficult part was to get him to remain hard.
 
Cylvie flinches and stares at her, "We don't have to stay a traditional pack. Neither of us want that." She steps around Kinya.

"A true lioness would respect her leader's decision, not disrespect it." She murmurs, "Of you want tradition, then do that. Not act like a wanton whore and sell her self to a position of higher rank to elevate herself."
 
Kinya gave a low growl and turned to pounce on Cylvie- aiming to keep her down before making it back to the den. “Why did he have to choose you, an outsider of all things?!” She growled out.

If Cylvie was keen on her hearing, she would be able to hear moaning coming from the den. “That’s it, Therin…cum for us..!” These lionesses were trying to collect samples of his cum, so they could inject it inside themselves later.
 
That who was tackled gave out a squeal of fright- her body was no longer near Therin’s unconscious form. “Fuck off, outsider! She snarled, even as the remaining two females began to circle Cylvie. “He doesn’t want to have cubs with you anyways!” She taunted, trying to get up
 
The females murmured to each other and moved to leave the den, before hearing Therin wake up. Groggily, he groaned and cursed out at his head hurting. “Fuck…what..” he scented the females and found himself naked. This broke him out of his trance and he sat up suddenly. “No..!” He exclaimed and looked to Cylvie. “Did..what..what happened to me?” How could they have done this in such a short amount of time.. ?! He feared the worst.
 
This time, Therin shifted and his face..well, let’s say it looked pretty pissed off. He growled lowly and got up, heading to find those who wronged him.

What Cylvie would hear was..a lot of yowling and whimpering of the females, Therin ordering them to leave his pride- he then came back with blood on his muzzle, licking it off he looked to Cylvie. “I made sure they’re sterile..” he murmured out lowly.
 
Therin flicked an ear. “That just means no further competition down the line,” he growled lowly, and went to go lay down. “I’m not apologizing, you know what they did to me,” he huffed, putting his head on his paws.
 
“I’m not asking you to,” he murmured out, turning his face away from her. “If you had been in my situation.. I would have castrated the male right then and there..” he growled out lowly.
 
She closes her eyes, fingers tightening in his mane, "I know, I know." She whispers. She leans down to burry her face into his mane, petting him.

"I admire your protectiveness, and I love you even more for it, but I don't like violence, even if defense of me or mine. You know that. It should only be last resort." She kisses his ear, humming softly, "Lets just. . . Forget about it and snuggle."
 
He knew he wouldn’t easily forget about a thing like that, but he caved in and gave a low rumble to her. “Alright..” he murmured out softly, stretching out so she could cuddle him properly.
 
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