(AIM RP with Cornetified's Bkaskara, and my Rakasta)
The dense fog of the early morning sun surrounded Rakasta like a warm blanket. She pawed the earth irritably, trying in vain to dig in the harsh earth for a cool place to lay since she hadn’t had any luck recently. Honestly! Where was a rogue male, willing to share his cool den when you needed him? Hrm? How else was a girl supposed to get a free meal and some fun?
The dark lioness pouted, and squatted. “It’s just not fair. This heat is making my mane curl,” she whined, taking a claw and twirling her kinky forelocks.
A little over-excited about hunting something other than a rabbit, he had done his best to stick with his family before seeing that antelope bound off on its own. He would get it! Now he was stretched out on the skimpy branch of a dying tree, eyes blinking open as the sun woke him. He stared at it blankly before shaking his head and stretching his legs toward the ground, followed by a wide yawn. Why had that dumb antelope run so far? And why had he chased it so far? Now that he’d slept through the night though, maybe he would be able to find his way back now. But the heat… He grumbled and more or less fell from the branch, shaking himself awake before trying to decide which way to start looking.
Rakasta turned her head to see what had made the ‘thump’ she’d heard, and found an adolescent cheetah, not far from where she was, actually. How had she missed that pelt? It was absolutely breathtaking! Oh, right, the heat….She huffed as she stood, wobbling a little before she regained her usual sashay.
Rakasta was a social creature. It was no surprise when she sauntered over to the young thing, apathetic to whether he could actually hurt her or not. Who cared? He was cute, and she was bored. “Are you okay, sweetie? I saw that fall.”
Focused on trying to focus on a direction, he jumped in surprise at the unknown voice, spinning to face a rather lovely… lioness?! He backed up a step, but quickly cleared his throat and shook his head. “I’m fine.” He said, blue eyes scanning beyond the female. Didn’t lions usually walk in prides? She seemed to be alone though. Settling his gaze on the female again, which wasn’t difficult, he straightened his back and tried to brighten his smile to mask his initial wariness. He was a man after all! One female was nothing to fear. “That was just a little drop.” He bragged, tail twitching lightly.
“Are you sure?” She practically purred, slipping gracefully closer to him. Rakasta clucked her tongue as she looked him over, tossing her head so her curly mane fell over one eye. “A little drop for you, but if I had fallen…I just don’t know what I’d have done.” She placed a paw over her head, and sighed. “But then, I’m just a little ol’ lioness, not a big, strong cheetah like you.”
He gulped as she stepped closer, the rising sun making her deep coat shimmer like a mystery. Ego slowly being inflated, he let out a nervous chuckle, smiling more confidently than he felt. What young male wouldn’t be taken by the praise of a lovely female? Even if she was a lioness. “Well, you look like a lioness who can handle herself.” He replied, head lifting slightly upon being described as big and strong. Wait until his brother heard about this! Though, he didn’t have any experience flirting… “I bet you would have been fine.” Wait, did girls like being called tough? “…And you don’t look old.” There! That was better.
Oh, she most definitely could handle herself. However, that didn’t mean she wanted to. After all, Rakasta’s one weakness was a cheetah, and a cheetah was what she was currently ogling. Even if he was bumbling about. “I would hope not,” she laughed. Did he seriously think that sounded cool? Puh-lease. Even if she dropped her act, she wasn’t about to hurt the kids ego by telling him otherwise. “I’m not much older than you are, and I’d like to think I look fairly decent.” She brushed up against him. “What would you say, hmm?”
His paws stuck to the ground, still jumping between being alone with an attractive female and being alone with a lioness. But, that problem was quickly becoming obsolete, gulping again as she brushed next to him. “No! You’re beautiful!” He blurted, feeling his face heat up. Beautiful? She probably heard that all the time! He needed a different word. Something unique and special and… She smelled so nice….
Bingo. “Awww, really?” Rakasta giggled, looking up into his eyes with a bright smile. “That’s so sweet of you. I can’t really be that pretty, can I?” As vain as she was, Rakasta couldn’t get enough of herself. It seemed that no matter how many times she was given a compliment, she craved more. “I’m just a homely little lioness who hasn’t travelled very far from home at all. Surely an experience traveler like you has seen so many pretty girls.”
The perfect word was on the tip of his tongue, teasing him from an old memory. What had that old male said before? He shook his head, both to deny her self-description and to try to shake the special word loose. “No. I mean, well, yeah, I’ve seen pretty girls, but you…” What was it…? He visibly brightened as the word became clear. “You’re exquisite!” He announced, his posture relaxing again. The teen had nearly taken hook, line and sinker; falling as any young and naïve male would under her attention
Rakasta couldn’t help jumping him, knocking the both of them to the ground with a flurry of giggles. “Exquisite! You are a God, you sweet, sweet cheetah.” Being called exquisite was almost like being called a Goddess, right? In that case, he deserved all the praise in the world! The lioness licked his cheek. “I don’t think I’ve been exquisite before.”
Yelping in honest surprise, he felt the breath knocked out of him from more than the impact upon hitting the sun-dried ground. Oh, exquisite was the perfect word! A God? Really? His face heated up again from her affection, finally gaining his breathing abilities back. “You’re every bit of exquisite.” He said warmly, in awe of her reaction.
Rakasta playfully nibbled on his neck, her leonine tail swaying behind her. It didn’t matter to her what species he was, so long as he kept dishing out compliments and looked as good as he did. “Do you want to have a little fun? It’s much too hot to hunt, and it would be such a waste to let this moment go, don’t you think?”
OHGOD-OHGOD-OHGOD-OHGOD-OHGOD!!!!!!! It was as though his face was hotter than the air surrounding them, feeling her little nips at his neck. Wow…. He must have been more awesome than he thought he was! “Fun?” He asked, voice cracking a tiny bit, making his clear his throat. “Yeah, sure, I like fun. What does a gorgeous female like you do for fun?” Gorgeous! Hopefully, that would be another good word.
Rakasta stretched her body out beside his. She made little circles with her pointer claw on his chest while she nipped at his shoulder. Gorgeous! If he kept that up, she didn’t know what she’d do. “Oh, you know. A little of this, a little of that.” She looked up at him; eyes half open and her mouth slightly open. “You’re big enough now to know.”
His eyes being more obvious than they should have been about admiring the female’s body, Bhaskara felt a little twinge of confusion. This and that? Big enough to know? She couldn’t mean… His pulse shot up an extra thousand or so beats per second. “You’ll have to be a little clearer than that~” He purred, trying to sound playful in order to hide his jumping nerves. What if she didn’t mean what he thought? What if she did mean what he thought?!
Rakasta's grin couldn't have been more devilish. Even if he tried to hide his nervousness, she would feel the way his body reacted by the way he moved around under her paw. "How about you let me show you, mmm?" She leaned forward to n** his ear playfully, whispering into his ear, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
A shiver crawled up his back, nearly overwhelmed by the whole display. “K-k-kay.” He gulped once, wriggling from the mix of nerves and excitement. Dare he? Dare he?! He turned his head and nuzzled against her neck gently, cautiously. He was going to follow her lead. Now… What was he supposed to be showing her?
"Thats it." Rakasta murmured, leaning in towards him as he nuzzled her neck. "You're a fast learner." Which was good, because she didn't intend to spend much time teaching. The hands on portion of this lesson was approaching fast, whether he was ready for it or not. "Do you know what to do now, sweetie?"
Encouraged by her words, he turned to nuzzle toward her cheek, his tongue flicking out to lightly lick her jaw. What he was supposed to do? Why couldn’t she do everything? “Eh… not really.” He murmured, shying away from her slightly. He was going to lose his chance if he wasn’t careful… but he never talked about this with his mother or anything!
Rakasta huffed, and flipped him over, using her naturally muscular lion’s frame to do it. “It’s easy. REALLY easy. You get on top and then you…urm, well, you…” She leaned in to whisper a few key details in his ear, for once, embarrassed to say it herself. It she had to explain everything, she’d feel like a mom, and incest was SO not in her book.
Holding his breath as he was turned, his eyes slowly widened as the deed was explained. It went like THAT?? “…..oh.” He murmured softly, contemplating his situation. Was that really fun? Well, if such a goddess thought it was, she couldn’t be wrong. Taking a deep breath, he resumed nuzzling her neck, nipping at it lightly.
“There ya go.” Rakasta raised her head so he could resume basking in her glory. Every touch was electricity that shocked life back into her heart. She contemplated stopping for the briefest of moments before she licked his cheek, and initiated some trickier moves, ready to play in the heat of the day.
(WC: 1,765)
