[PRP] That time of day again. (Nkemdilim x Tichaona)

[Puhterodactyl]

Nkemdilim paced back and forth in her den. She was cleaning it thoroughly, one of her Kings having offhandedly mentioning to her that it was not to its normal standards. She wanted to appease them, she truly did. Appeasement for the Kings meant time to herself, and when she was constantly being called by one king or the other, it was hard to find time to ones self.

She picked up a clump of stray bedding and placed it back into the stack neatly. A fluffy bed was a comfortable bed, and her bed needed to be comfortable for whichever king decided to join her for the evening. Sometimes she felt like a watering hole, each of them taking their turns at her and than leaving when both felt fulfilled. She couldn't complain too much, though. She was the King's consort. It was expected of her to give them children, though at the moment it didn't seem to be working.

"It doesn't look full enough," Nkemdilim worried to herself, nitpicking till the very end.


Tichaona walked into Nkemdilim's den, unannounced and uninvited. "Ahhh, Kefilwe. Good to see you hard at work."
He adressed her with the name his name for her. It was a lot better than some of the others that he had half of a mind to call her sometimes. He looked with his icy cold eyes on the scene. It wreaked of Mwenye in here. He sneered at nothing specific besides his co-ruler's stench. He shifted his eyes back to Nkemdilim and gave her a smile.

It was far from genuine but it was the kind of smile he usually gave her when the production of heirs was on his mind. The heavy smell of Mwenye rekindled the fiery nature of their competition.

Nkemdilim stiffened quickly at Tichaona's voice and spun herself around, bowing her head deeply to one of her mates. The dark male often times showed up unannounced, or later than he would originally tell her to expect him. She figured it was his way of keeping her on her toes, so that she would not slack, but she couldn't say she was grateful for it. Often times it just kept her paranoid.

"Yes, my King." She responded shortly. She had learned from day one that Tichaona preferred her seen and not heard. If she were to respond in anything but short sentences, he would act as if he had not heard her and it made her feel incredibly small. Despite all of this, she found the male enthralling. Something about his attitude and the way he carried himself was enticing to her, despite the fact he did not treat her as well as the other King did.

She winced at Tichaona's growl, unsure if it was directed at her or just in general, but when he smiled at her, she smiled in return, much more genuinely than he had. She bowed her head again and spoke delicately, "Is there anything I can do for you my King?"  

[Puhterodactyl]

Tichaona cooed "Oh, Kefilwe, I hate to see you jump like that around me." He tutted and stroked her with all the tenderness he could muster. It was best to make her think that he'd let his guard down so she in turn would do the same.

"Something to do? For me?" He gave her another forced smile and laughed. "Don't be silly."

He tilted his head and looked her up and down. Why she had yet to produce heirs was beyond him.

"Why don't we just spend the day together, hmm?" It was less of a question and more of an order, but she would understand.

Nkemdilim offered a rub back as he stroked her, if only so he would not articulate anymore disappointment in her. She hated what he called her. Kefilwe. Mwenye was no better in calling her Refilwe. She was Nkemdilim, and while she slept she dreamt dreams where she screamed it into their ears until their heads popped clean off. She was usually highly stressed those days, but it was no matter. She'd keep silent on it.

Why she had not produced heirs was beyond her as well. With the amount of effort both Mwenye and Tichaona put into the heir conceiving process, she should have had at least 3 litters by now. Perhaps it was her nerves that refused to allow her to conceive, but until she conceived her nerves would forever be on edge.

"I would be glad to spend the day with you, my King," Nkemdilim said quietly, though she was no fool. Spending the day together was basically a long engagement into trying for heirs again. Sometimes she would just wish they would say outright what they wanted. It wasn't like she didn't enjoy being swayed this and that, as she felt like she was actually getting attention from either when they wanted to try, but it was a process that was getting a little old.

"What shall we do?" She asked, offering him a smile.


Tichaona cared nothing for her touch, but accepted it. Kefilwe was his and only his. He was the reason she'd been given to the kings and he did his best to remind Mweyne and the girl of that by using that name. 'I was given' it meant. And only him.

The male 'hmm'd as though he had to give it serious thought. "Why don't we go on a walk?"
To my den. So we can be alone. And so Mweyne won't find us. And so he can't interrupt.

Those were just the unsaid implications but this had been such the song and dance for a while now that she would be stupid not to know his intentions.

Oh that she would only hurry up and produce cubs! Then he could dethrone Mywene and ascend as the only king and everyone would know that Kefilwe was his- and only his.  

[Puhterodactyl]

"A walk sounds lovely," Nkemdilim said quietly. She very much liked going on walks with either of them. It usually drew attention to her, and the attention that was usually neglected to her by Mwenye or Tichaona was given to her by the members of their pride. Encouragement, love, sometimes jealousy, but it came with the territory. She was their consort, she was the 'treasured' gift that would produce the future of their pride... well, hopefully.

"The weather has been delightful lately, has it not?" Nkemdilim asked, trying to at least get him to respond to her, even if it was one worded sentences. She hated silent walks. Mwenye indulged her and held conversations with her, even if they weren't about things she necessarily cared about. At least he tried. Tichaona tried when he felt like it.

Tichaona responded with a "Mm" that was akin to a 'yes' and coupled it with a nod of his head. He didn't mean to come off as cruel or mean to her, but he didn't baby her or act like she was anything more than his consort. It was better that way, he felt. Sure, he could try his best to woo her so that she loved only him and would reject Mweyne.

For the male, that would be easy. He could tell that she loved him deep down in some kind of twisted way that came from his treatment of her. And for him, that was good enough. He looked on the other members of his mini-pride, making sure that all was well. He didn't want to be interrupted on his way to make business, and all those who he passed by could tell.

She did love him in some twisted way, but she tried her best not to show it. That was a sort of leverage she didn't want to give either of her Kings. Her heart would remain her own until she was satisfied and convinced otherwise that one of them truly loved her. After all, she did know what love was supposed to look like. Her parents had that, and clearly Tichaona, despite her treacherous heart, had none of it for her.

After a small amount of time, Nkemdilim was quite aware they were heading to his den. She quieted and let out a small, concealed sigh. Neither of them wanted to spend time with her, just because it was her. They both simply wanted to make her comfortable and receptive to mating. Despite the constant attention, she was quite lonely and all she truly wanted was some sort of companionship, a friend even. She would just have to deal, at least until someone else caught their fancy.  

[Puhterodactyl]

He led the way into the den before her and motioned for her to make herself comfortable. Tichaona poked his head out of the den to ensure that Mywene was not around and that everyone knew to stay away. He returned to the den and flopped down on the bed next to her. He laid a paw across her shoulder and began grooming her face.

She'd look better this way and it made her feel better about her job for the kings. He didn't want her to think of trying to get away- not that she even could- but it would look bad for the kings to their people. He nibbled her ear stood up, towering above her, looming and ready to try again.

The end.