[PRP] Alouette, je te plumerai (Slips and Alouette)

[Princess_Feylin]

Solvslips dragged the corpse of a warthog back toward the den he shared with his brothers and their subs. He had not killed the warthog. Some thrall had done that. He was just bringing it home so that he could make sure none of the subs wore themselves to haggardness with all the banging they were doing. He knew it used up a lot of energy and he didn't want anyone to starve. He had a thing about people going hungry. It bothered him.

"Alouette," he greeted the first lioness he saw. She had been born an outlander, but had taken to his lifestyle beautifully. He had not been the brother to bring her in, but all three of them used their subs. Their desires were much the same, after all, and it should hardly make a difference to the subs which master was taking his pleasure with them.  

[bipolar bee]

Alouette was the very best sub. She knew she was. There was little doubt in her mind. There were no shades of grey as far as she was concerned. Her superiority was very black and white. It took her a moment to realize that it was Solvslips that had greeted her. The brothers were all varying hues of silver, but sometimes if the light was dim it could be difficult to tell.

Not that she'd ever admit it.

"Master," the silver lioness purred, moving closer to the mighty Grei, "you are so very gracious to bring a meal home. I was just thinking about how divine warthog would taste."  

[Princess_Feylin]

Not that anyone had asked him, but Slips probably would not have said that Alouette was the best sub. She was certainly very good, but she was too inclined to emotional displays and making unwelcome advances. She still had to learn that the brothers would bestow affection and attention on her when it suited them to do so, and not whenever she decided she wanted it.

"Did I ask your opinion?" Slips asked in that sexy voice of his that sounded like a steel fist in a velvet glove covered in warm honey.

He wasn't going to discipline her for this transgression. He preferred to have happy subs, to be honest. When they were unhappy they weren't all that much fun. They either became sullen, which was just irritating, or their obedience was perfunctory and Slips liked to know that a sub was thinking only of him when she obeyed him, and not just going through the motions. He only gave her a slap on the rear, hard enough to sting but without claws, to remind her not to become too chatty.

"Eat," he commanded.  

[bipolar bee]

Her first instinct was to answer him, but when that paw connected with her rump, her next first instinct was to purr loudly. She forced the noise from her throat, never letting it burble up. She didn't want to upset Slips - that would mean no pleasure for her in the hours to come, if that was what he had planned.

Instead, she sank her teeth into the haunch of meat and delicately chewed in the sexiest of ways, using lots of tongue and wet noises to mash the meat around in her mouth.

Her eyes never left his face, even though that might have been too forward for a sub. He was just so utterly handsome in that dark, tortured sort of way. She couldn't stop staring.  

[Princess_Feylin]

Actually, Slips didn't really have anything in mind for Alouette that day. Nothing of a sexy nature, at any rate, although the den could do with some sprucing up and he was perfectly willing to set her to that task, as long as she didn't move anything from where it belonged or change anything too significantly. Slips liked to be in complete control of his environment, which also meant that everything had its place and had to be in its place at all times for his peace of mind. It was fortunate that Rov and Daska liked things in the exact same places he did, or else there would be brother-on-brother violence on a daily basis.

"Eyes down, Alouette," he reminded her. His voice was still sexy, but there was a hardness to it that made it clear he was not amused by Alouette's behavior. This time when he smacked her rear it was a good deal harder than before. Eye contact was never tolerated, and she knew that. Even in moments of extreme intimacy Slips never wanted to look into a sub's eyes.

The sounds she made eating irritated him, but he had already given her a lot to do and think about and he didn't want to overload her brain. He suspected Alouette wasn't really all that intelligent. Wherever she'd come from before, intelligence wasn't a valued trait among females and it showed.  

[bipolar bee]

Lowering her eyes just as she'd been ordered, Alouette continued eating. Noisily. Actually, it was how she usually ate, and perhaps it wasn't as dainty as it should have been. She wasn't truly thinking about her poor dinner habits, in all honesty. No, Alouette was thinking about all the sex she was going to have for the rest of her life, thanks to the very sexy and very irresistible Grei brothers.

There was going to be so much sex.

Idly lost in her daydreams, she was sure to keep her eyes down. It didn't take long for her to make quick work of the warthog, and once she finished she gave herself a quick grooming before ever so submissively (and quite sexily) splaying herself at her Master's feet.

Her stomach gurgled as it attempted to digest the massive amount of meat she'd consumed.  

[Princess_Feylin]

What was funny was that as much as Alouette was focused on her future sex prospects, Slips hadn't spared her a single sexy thought since coming back to the den. He just wanted to make certain she was well fed. He could remember being hungry in his youth, him and his brothers. When their mother...

He shook his head and refused to think of that.

"If you've finished eating, you can clean up anything you didn't eat," he told Alouette. He had been about to tell her to slow down as she ate, but she'd actually finished much too quickly for him even to have a chance to do that.

"Do you know if my brothers are in?"  

[bipolar bee]

What? Clean?

Alouette had to force herself to keep her eyes down as she choked out a brief, "No," in response to his question about his brothers.

"They have not been in all day."

They certainly hadn't been in her - not even one time.

Alouette licked her muzzle, wanting to be forward enough to ask for some affection, some attention - but she knew that doing so would only make him angry, and she didn't want that. She never wanted that.

"You want me to ah.. clean? Master?"

That meant no sex, didn't it. Well, there went her plans for the evening.  

[Princess_Feylin]

"No?" he repeated in a silken voice that caressed Alouette's ears. "No...what?"

She had left out a magic word, and was evidently getting careless. He would have to talk to his brothers about perhaps finding a more attentive, fresher sub. Slips was beginning to get a little tired and bored with her anyway. She wasn't the type he preferred. He liked his lionesses dark, like his mother had been. It made it more satisfying when they cried. The dark lionesses, the ones who were like his mother, they deserved to suffer.

"I do want you to clean," he confirmed. "You wouldn't want to spend your days laying around doing nothing and becoming fat and unattractive, would you?"

And he was done with this conversation now. She had been fed and orders had been given for cleaning the den. He was going to go find his brothers and discuss the need for a new sub.  

[bipolar bee]

Alouette waited until Slips was gone before she scowled after him. She was a sub, yes, but she was also a lioness who wanted pleasure of her own. Fat and attractive? Please. She knew that would never happen. She'd been one of the most beautiful and graceful lionesses back in her home pride, and it was likely that her papa would have married her off if he'd ever been around - but he hadn't, and so she was forced to leave the pride so that she could look after herself.

With a grumble, Alouette rose to her feet and began to clean their den. Maybe she could approach Daska later. He never turned her down.