(AIM RP between Sabra Knight's Xennek, and my Rakasta.)
The sun was shining brilliantly in the late afternoon sky and everything was calm. A nice breeze went through the savanna ruffling the grasses that swayed about the lion. One could almost call it a perfect evening. That is everyone except for Xennek. He was absolutely bored. The lion paced through the rogue lands unknowingly closing in on the borders of a pride. What was he to do? His sparring buddy was off hunting and he had no desire himself to chase prey. None of the herds he had passed had even given him a hint of a challenge. Not like those elephants. The lion sneered at the memory. That annoying female had gotten in his way that time.
And despite his searching there were no elephants to be found around here the lion couldn’t try hunting one of them again. Xennek sighed. “What now?” The large lion tossed his head back and let out a small groan of frustration. Sheesh he was going crazy here!
There had to be a sign of life out here somewhere. Turning Xennek began to walk in a random direction right towards the pride’s borders. He would find something, anything! to save him from this boredom. Hopefully it could be something challenging that he could tackle. A good fight would be nice. The thought gave Xennek a shadow of a smile as he moved forward.
After having whined to everyone who would listen, Rakasta decided to pay her respects to the rogue lands. None of the available men in the pride would have her this evening, so instead of doing her duties, she decided to slack off and explore. After all, what kind of hot single female wouldn’t?
Maybe she could find Raiquen? He hadn’t seemed willing their first meeting, but after a little bit of talking maybe she could- Rakasta shook her head. No way was she going to get anything out of that virgin. He was just…just…too innocent for her. Who wanted something that pure, anyway?
Finding herself on the edge of a large rock, the lioness leapt to the top and sat to groom herself, brushing the kinks out of her forelocks. They always liked to curl in the humidity, which annoyed her to no end. Why couldn’t they be pretty, like that females? Or that one? The list went on.
He was about to give up his search when he spotted her. Xennek’s gaze widened in surprise at actually finding someone out here before he hesitated. Normally he would have went running to the female’s side, but recent events made him pause. Should he? If only it had been a male then a good fight would be in order – then again females could fight too.
Could he be that lucky?
His hatred of boredom pushed aside any other doubts. “Hey.” The lion circled around the rock and looked up to the rather beautiful female with a grin, “You seem awfully alone up there. Need company?” He boldly looked over her and gave a small chuckle, “I would ask if you were a fighter ‘cause I would love to tangle with you, but your pelt seems too clean for that.”
Rakasta’s thick eyelashes fluttered as she looked over her should coyly. Bait and snatch. With her tail wrapped around her legs, she could pass for a statue of a goddess, or so she wanted to believe. Why else would that big hunk of red fur be coming up to her? No male could resist a preening female. Not that she had been looking for him. The God’s must have seen fit to bless their newest Keeper with a little company for the evening.
“Hello.” She responded with a demure smile. “I don’t need it, but I wouldn’t object to it.” Rakasta tilted her head up to give him a good once over, then gave out a laugh at his pick up line. “Would you now? I can’t say I’m much of a challenge, but if you wanted to tangle in another sense, you wouldn’t find a stronger match.”
Oh this one wasn’t too innocent now was she? Xennek had seen many –many!- females in his time and he was becoming quite the expert on certain types. This lioness was definitely an expert herself it seemed. Her reply made that clear. Chuckling Xennek shook his head at her, “I don’t know. If you don’t need me…though I might find some company enjoyable myself. It’s awfully deserted out here after all.” He was already forgetting his worries. How could he think about such things when faced with such a beautiful female?
“Could you?” He blinked up at her, teasing. “I don’t know if I know this other way to tangle.” The lion brushed up against the rock, his voice a low purr of amusement. His midnight blue gaze looked into her gaze, “Though I think I’m curious about it.”
“That is true, isn’t it?” She purred, playfully fluffing up the ends of her tail. Rakasta had spent enough time around males to know that they thrived on two things; compliments, and food. She was experienced with dominate types, and though she could play both roles, Rakasta wasn’t about to make herself seem desperate.
Fluidly, Rakasta lowered herself down onto the rock, curling one paw underneath her chin, while the other trailed down to brush along Xennek’s back. Her mysterious eyes never lost his. “Oh? Don’t be so coy.” She grinned. “A handsome male like yourself just has to know about it.”
“True indeed.” Xennek looked around and sighed, “Sad. Though I suppose there’s more options to the evening when there’s no crowd.” He grinned up at the lioness before circling around once more and finally settling down at the base of the rock. His back prickled at her touch and the lion felt a shiver. A good shiver. His body already wanted to respond and just go with it.
“Oh?” Was she playing to the ego now? What a female. A very beautiful, enchanting one with a brilliant gaze. He could easily lose his worries for a night in those eyes. Xennek laughed, “Oh really? I never knew being handsome had requirements. Did I miss this lesson somewhere?” He tilted his head looking over at her, “I wouldn’t mind a lesson if you taught it.” He commented with a smile, “If a beautiful lioness like you would mind sparing the time for someone like me that is.”
Rakasta trailed her claw down the length of his back, coiling in around a clump of fur. She spread her paw out onto his vibrant fur, kneading it with an energetic tug and pull. “It most certainly does. The same goes for beautiful females. It’s our job to make sure the handsome males that follow the rules are treated like they deserve.” She teased him with her claws. “And the naughty rule breakers are punished.” Rakasta leaned forward, barely a fur’s inch away from his face. “And I’ve been a naughty, naughty girl.”
She wasn’t a teacher so much as a rebellious student. That was what made her the perfect Keeper for pleasure. Not only was she experienced, but she continuously dabbled in the few things in life that gave her pleasure. Such as the alluring male below her. Every time she looked at him, her body began to twist and turn, eager to end the foreplay and jump straight into the action.
Her touch was like electric. The lion suppressed a low moan of pleasure as she pulled and tugged at his fur. Xennek’s claws dug into the ground as he listened to her. “Oh really?” He grinned mischievously, “Punished? We can’t let that go then.” His voice was low, a deep purr. He tilted his head teasing as he seemed to pause, “But I’ve been bad. ‘Spose we’ll just have to punish each other then.” He grinned and with one leap jumped onto the rock above her.
“Can’t talk forever now.” He commented quietly before nipping at her neck, “Let’s have some fun.” It had been a while since he was this fired up for play. And with two experienced lions going at it…well it was going to be a very, very long satisfying night.
Rakasta laughed into the space he’d just vacated. Her entire body tingled with shivers from where he’d nipped her, and with a coy turned, she managed to playfully n** his chin before he pulled away. She hadn’t noticed his braid before, and while it didn’t matter much to her now, she found it oddly masculine.
“I don’t want to talk at all.” She blurted, rolling herself onto her back to look up at him. With a strong paw, she reached up to pull him down with her. It hadn’t been that long ago that she had played around with a male, but to Rakasta, it felt like ages since she’d had a real man. And if he was as good in the sack as he was in foreplay then she would be a very, very happy girl come morning.
(WC: 1,510)
