[PRP] Wine Red (Chozi & Tikoto)

[Seaki]

It had been a while since Chozi had left the pride. Much had happened within it. New slaves, new cubs, new... a lot of things really! And it had been exciting, but he needed to leave for a while. He'd go back soon enough, but something was missing. Something important - like an itch he could not scratch himself. It was an old nagging feeling that he had gotten used to over the last few months and it came on strong with a vengeance.

He didn't know what triggered the feeling. It was random an intense as he could ever imagine.

So he left, his feet carrying him further from the pride's lands than he had been since he joined. He wandered past the tree that Mellas and her flock could be found in occasionally. He wandered past the little lake that he sometimes danced by, and further still.

This time he would not return until he found exactly what the feeling was, no matter how long it took.  

[Painted Moose]

Keen orchid eyes followed the Cheeton as he traveled. Serrated claws gouged the ground as the figure slunk through the undergrowth, following her prey with an almost manic obsession. His scent was an overpowering need to dismember, and consume that which was different from herself. A skinny lion, but not; so close, and yet so different from herself.

Tikoto kept her emaciated body as close to the ground as she could, nipping at her lower lip in anticipation. He was so close, so very, very close...She'd followed him for a while, since he had left the area where her great-grand brood ruled. At the time her eyes had been on the creatures that her blood had birthed, but now, this lone straggler seemed the easier option for a starving appetite.

When she was sure they were far enough away, Tikoto make herself known. She approached him, keeping her head held high, orchid eyes piercing in the dark of her pelt. "Hello, pet," she crooned. "Little far from home, are you not? Have you come to play with me?"  

[Seaki]

The cheeton had continued on his walk, sighing heavily as he did so. Should he really be going on this journey? He needed to decide now, really, before he got to far... Still, he walked on. He could keep walking while he decided right? He was indecisive now. But he needed to. The urge still burned in his gut...

Chozi stilled when he heard a voice, whipping his head around to look at the owner of it. The lioness - was she a lioness? - was really thin, and Chozi frowned in concern. Was she okay...?

"Play?" He didn't really know the context. "I'm not.. I'm not that far?" He kind of was, though, he glanced towards the direction he came from. He couldn't see the lands at all, or really anything familiar.  

[Painted Moose]

Tikoto's smile was sickly sweet as she closed in on him, passing him by to give him a once over as she circled. Her claws had never wanted to rend flesh from bone as they did in this instance, but she was calm, composed; why ruin the game before it began?

He couldn't beg her to end it if he was dead.

"So indecisive." She tutted, coming to a stop not so far from his face. "If you didn't come out to play, then what are you here for?" Stepping in, she placed her paw on top of his, batting her eyelashes while she pressed her full weight on top of his paw, her gnarled claws extending into flesh. "And why would that stop you from playing?"  

[Seaki]

"I'm not sure myself yet," he told her, biting his lip a little. He focused his attention back on the lioness. She was awfully and he could feel her breathing against him. "What are we playing?" he asked, almost in a rush. He could feel a tingle skitter down his spine as she pressed her weight into his paw. He cried out a little, though he didn't think it was pain? Not how others described it, anyhow.

It radiated through him like a soft pulse.

If he'd beg her right now, it wouldn't be to stop the female...  

[Painted Moose]

Tikoto's grin widened to an almost Chesire width. Surely her jaws would have unhinged, were she able to make them do so. She played her claws out along his paw like a musician might an organ, until she finally racked them down again.

"My favorite kind of game." She purred, leaning in close, delighted with his reactions. "It's simple, really. If you keep me happy, you get to live. And if not...well, you look like a smart male." Letting up off his paw she craned her head to n** at his ear. It wasn't soft, nor was it affectionate, but more of a piercing bite with a rough tug.  

[Seaki]

Chozi was almost disappointed when the lioness let up off his paw. He frowned slightly. Favorite game? Teasing others? What was her game, exactly? He bit his lip, taking a breath to ask what it was, but then there were teeth on his ear. He could feel his head jerk in the direction the lioness pulled.

A noise bubbled from his throat at the feeling - one that he had never made before in his life. One of pleasure, maybe? He flushed a bit, not even registering that he could possibly die if he didn't please her. He panted a bit in shock over his own reaction.  

[Painted Moose]

She lapped at the blood she pulled, running her tongue over the tear before giving it another yank. Tikoto reached her paw up to his shoulder, pushing him not so gently upon the ground with her claws in her flesh, fangs still fixated on his ear.

"Yes, yes," she murmured, gnawing on his ear as if it were a piece of warthog flesh. Tikoto's claws kneaded his flesh, her soul soothed in the madness of it all. That noise, oh the sweet ecstasy of it all..."Do that again. Again." Her growled command was sharp, crazed, and rushed. She needed to hear it again.  

[Seaki]

Chozi fell easily with the push. His joints felt like water under his skin so easily pliable that he might just accept whatever this lioness would do to him. He gave a small whimper, "Anything, anything," he told her. And he would do just about that to keep the sensation from leaving.

The teeth grinding against his ear and the claws ripping at his skin. He moaned again at the feeling, trying to push a little into the claws that would digging into him.  

[Painted Moose]

This was what she craved. A willing participant! The freshness of it all was enough to cause her breathing to become ragged, her mind slipping into a frenzy of sensation. There had never been a single soul before him that hadn't screamed at her touch, and the change was enough to bring the demon from within her out to play.

"You will not leave, not until I am done." If he tried to go now...Oh, she'd kill him out of spite. Moving from his ear to his spine, she nuzzled her maw into the scores created by her claws, nipping at the tender tissue there.  

[Seaki]

"Never, I won't," Chozi said in a rush. He couldn't leave now, oh gods. He shuttered at the feeling of teeth against the fresh claw wounds. Oh he craved this. He craved it and he hadn't even known! Was this what he was missing? It had to be it.

"Please? More?" He begged, shaking. He didn't know how to get more of this. No one would do this. Others would shame him, he was sure, for this craving, but this female brought it to the surface, oh! He needed it, he needed more. If she was willing to give it, then oh he would do anything for her. Anything at all, it was glorious. He needed it, he needed it.  

[Painted Moose]

As a lover might her mate, she tenderly lapped at his wounds. However, instead of hoping to stanch the bleeding, she tore at it, bringing more forth. The angry red liquid pressed her to make more, more, ever more! He was excited, oh he was just as excited as she, she could feel it. Tikoto fed on it. "Yes, yes, more." While keeping her paws busy, she moved her head to look into his eyes. For a brief moment she leaned in, rubbing her cheek against his, pressing his own blood to his lips. He'd served her so well already, so why not a reward?

Tikoto didn't care to look and see if others were around. No one would dare stop her, and if they did, she would rend their heart from their flesh and give it to this male in thanks. He would like that, right? Yes, why wouldn't he; he was the same as she! She bit deep into his flesh, driving a rumbling into her chest, on that promised a long, good night to come.

(Fin)