Fantasy RP In the Heart of the Pridelands (Rhys)

[FaeWhisperer]

Therin gives a low purr at her reaction and then laid his head back down. Closing his eyes once more, he decided to go back to sleep.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

After a moment, she slowly opens and eye. She blinks slightly and peers at Therin, watching him. She smiles softly, slowly running a hand over his fur.

"So handsome. . ." She whispers, reaching over and gently scratching behind Therin's ear. "So sleepy. . . Such a sleepy kitty. . ."

She giggles softly, pressing against him.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

He flicked his ear as she rubbed it with her fingers, she would hear him groan slightly in his sleep.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Test

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

She laughs softly, shaking her head and snuggles close into his side.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Test

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Therin didn’t wake until much later, and he stretched a bit as he woke up, his tail flicking a bit when he did. Rolling over onto his side, he looked over at Cylvie.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Cylvie was still asleep, her muzzle pressed against her paws and tail, which had been draped over Therin, now tucked close She grumbles softly, rolling onto her side and stretching out

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Therin watched her and came close, nuzzling her gently before giving her head a gentle lick. “Mm, hello sleepy head,” he purred out softly. He wondered if she would hear that from him.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

She lifts her head slightly, slowly blinking open her eyes. "Mm. . . Therin. . ." She whispers, slowly lifting her gaze to look at her mate.

She purrs, lazy and rusty with sleep. She nuzzles against his cheek.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

“Mm, how did you sleep?” He asked, rumbling the question low in his throat. His head perked up as he saw his other pride members begin to stir too. He yawned a bit, knowing mating season would be starting soon, and new cubs would be on arrival. And he would have to help the new mothers to the birthing den. He wondered about his own cubs, if they would have them anytime soon, but he knew Cylvie wasn’t ready just yet.

He heard a commotion outside, and looked over to the entrance. He gave a soft sigh and got up eventually, heading out there. It was one of the females of his pride, who was in heat- and the males were circling her, but she seemed disinterested. She saw Therin approach and she happily padded over to him. Therin gave a huff of disinterested, “Ray, you know I’m not a traditional pride leader-“ he reminded, knowing the pride leader usually sired a lot of cubs to the pride. But he was only interested in Cylvie being his mate.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Cylvie nuzzles against Therin again, "Like a cub. . ." She pauses and stands slowly, her tail swaying slightly with irritation as she followed Therin. He growls lowly at Ray, her shoulder brushing against Therin.

"And I am not a traditional female." Cylvie would not share what was rightfully hers. Many lions were different, son differing to their more 'human' side and being possessive of him what was theirs, and other more like their lion.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Ray gave a low laugh, shaking her head, “What? I overheard you Cylvie, you don’t want cubs… why do you want to deny Therin heirs?” She taunted and growled lowly, and Therin stood in front of Ray and Cylvie. “What she and I want is none of your business,” he gave a warning, his mane bristling a bit, his tail flicking lowly.

Ray dropped and presented her stomach to him, rolling over in a playful manner. “You’re no fun,” she murmured out, clearly annoyed. She looked at the other males and huffed in defeat.

“Fine, stay with one who won’t give you what you want,” she spoke and got up, padding over to a random male and leading him away from the pride.

Therin gave a soft sigh and flicked his ears, turning toward Cylvie, “Don’t listen to her- females in heat never know what they’re saying,” he gave a soft growl of annoyance. He wanted whatever Cylvie wanted, and that’s all he cared about.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Cylvie nuzzles against him, "I know, I know." She puts, licking his nose playfully.

"You look so angry." She chirps a laugh, sitting down slowly. "It's. . . Quite something."

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Therin looked over at her and shook his mane a bit, “Oh? Do I now?” He asked and gave a playful nudge to her. “Well of course I’d be, someone was clearly taunting you,” he rumbled out lowly, nuzzling her more now. He lifted his head and noticed other lions going off in pairs, and he knew come in a few months, their pride would be busy with new arrivals.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

She laughs, shifting to her human form and runs her fingers through her mate's mane. "Hmm, but I love seeing you so fierce to protect me." She laughs softly, petting his muzzle.

"it's entertaining. And maybe a few other things." She teases.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

He looked up to her as she shifted and flicked an ear at her repsonse, “And a few other things?” He asked, clearly a bit confused. He sat down, letting her run her fingers through his mane, and petting his muzzle. He licked at her hand and his eyes trailed back up to her beautiful face.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

"You make me feel a lot of things, mate." She murmurs, leaning forward to kisses his nose. "And I'm sure you can figure it out with a sniff or two."

She grins at him, and leans forward, lowering her voice, "Contraceptive doesn't prevent heat, Therin." She lets out a soft purr.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Blinking at her response, and was still a bit confused, before she mentioned about her heat— his ears perked up a little. Being the still pride shaman, he should’ve known that by now and he felt embarrassed to say the least, especially when she teased him.

Yet, he knew of contraceptives to prevent heat, stalling it so that the female wouldn’t be fertile, but maybe he had it wrong?

He nudged her gently with his head, before asking of her, "Well, what would you like me to do?" he asked, his thoughts trailed to the same spot before, and he wondered if she was thinking the same thing.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

She hums, leaning up to nuzzle into his fur, "Depends on what you're thinking about." She grins, teasing him once again.

She runs her fingers over his muzzle again, "I will not tell you, this time. You must guess, or show me." She hums softly, pulling back from her mate for a moment.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Therin thought for a moment before he huffed gently and pushed her side with his head. “Okay, come with me,” he said, and began to lead the way, padding back to that hidden spot, where they mated once before.

Once there he nudged her over and would hopefully make her fall down on her back. He would then pad over her frame, soon licking at her neck slowly- his rough tongue began to trail down her form, nearing her chest.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

She smiles and stands, following Therin. She gasps as he pushes her down onto her back. "Therin-!" She giggles and gasps at the feeling of his tongue on her throat.

She bites her lip, sliding her hand into his name, "Oh~"

 

[FaeWhisperer]

He gave a low purr as he continued, towards her chest now, nipping at the garment that didn’t easily hide what was underneath, like he wanted it off. He didn’t want to rip it from her though, he wanted her to take it off so he could have easier access. He enjoyed having her fingers in his mane, gripping it.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

She laughs softly and uses her free hand, pulling off her scant top, and then bra. Releasing Theron's mane for the shortest moment to drop the garments.

"Your tongue tickles, Therin." She giggles softly, feeling his tongue trace lower. "But it feels good."

She grips his mane again, gently tugging playfully.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Therin couldn’t help but give a soft huff at her words, “Sorry, I don’t mean for it to tickle,” he replied teasingly, his rough tongue tracing down her chest and over her exposed nipples, wanting them to get aroused from these actions. His kept his frame close to her, like he was sheltering her from prying eyes— not like there were prying eyes, but still. He focused his tongue there on her chest for a bit, before he brought it down the nape of her stomach, slowly reaching where her legs and sensitive area was, wondering if she would let him touch there with his tongue, like it was.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

She gasps, moaning softly, feels bf his tongue lapping at her breasts, and nipples. She grips his mane tighter, feeling him move down her body.

"Th-Therin~" she looks down, watching him. After a moment, before he reached where he was going, she reaches down, un buttoning her jean shorts and pushing them down, silently inviting him to go further is he wished.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Therin noted her reaction and paused for a moment before she pushed down her jean shorts, and then went back in with his muzzle pressed up against in between her legs. His tongue reached out and began to lick on her sensitive folds, enjoying the taste he was receiving. His front legs were placed around her as he settled in, and his claws were digging into the soft earth beneath them.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

She moans soflty, shifting slightly. She parts her legs further, making his pursuit easier. She slides her fingers through his mane.

"Fuck. . ." She mumbles, closing her eyes and rolling her hips.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Therin continued, pushing his tongue into her depths further- wanting to press his tongue as far as he could, lapping at her eagerly. Cylvie would feel his rough, warm and wet tongue slide in and out of her folds easily, and then grace her clit every now and then.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Cylvie moans again, pushing up her hips, "Y-You enjoy that too much-" She gasps out, closing her eyes. She arches her back, grinding herself gently against Theron's face.

"But so do I~"