Lazy days [Mufasa]

[Desoto]

Oh, that smell. That sweet, intoxicating aroma that you would gratefully jump off a ledge for. The very reason a lioness tracked it to this very spot; at the moment she was standing in the heart of a territory claimed by a male. Although, being a lioness she would stand no real threat to a male. He would most likely welcome her to the pride with open arms. Another female meant more of his offspring to bear. Uneasy, the female started to pace in a wide circle. The thought of having any more cubs had made her restless and antsy. Oh no, the cubs themselves were a blessing. It was just, they were so vulnerable. But then again, everything under the sun was vulnerable at one point or another.

Turning her mind elsewhere, Desoto lumbered towards a tree that was in view. Eyeing it up and down, she raised her fore paws, and unsheathing her claws, she placed them on the base of the trunk. Slowly pulling them down, she felt delight in doing so. Repeating said action multiple times until numerous scratches on the tree made it look crude and unappealing to the eye. But, it was her tree now, no matter what it looked like. Gradually raking her side along the tree to relieve an itch on her agitated skin the rough bark would surely take away, she purred loudly, stretching out her back, and flopping on to the ground.

The weather had started to take a change, as day turned into night. The beautiful assortment of pinks, oranges, and blues had barely started to breach the horizon. Folding her paws over her chest, she would definitely wait for the occasion to occur. It was splendid, to say the least. Without the scorching heat the sun had to offer, the moon would cast a gentle, white light that soothed everything the sun had burned. A caressing breeze had almost lulled the lion to sleep. Forcing her eyes open, she stood, and swiveled her ears around in hopes of seeing the male she had come to seek out.

Taking in all the air her lungs would allow a boisterous roar echoed into the oncoming night. Drifting away into the evening as the lioness let it be known she was on the land. Falling heavily onto her flank, she thoroughly licked a paw before wiping it across her face, and doing so again to wipe it around her head and ears. A soft, blissful growl murmured from her lips, as Desoto stretched out along the ground, and rested her head along her fore paw, waiting for the arrival of her new infatuation. Her King.

[A.lice]

One day the sun will set on me time,
But it will rise on yours.

Mufasa hadn't been doing much that day. In fact, he had woken up this morning and thought about marking more of his land. So that was just what he had done. He started with the south and marked as many objects that he could with his scent, claws, and urine. Anything and everything to show that this was indeed his land. At mid afternoon, he killed a meal and ate before taking a small nap under the sun to heat his body. That was just how boring his day had been from the morning, however he had got a feeling that he wasn't the only one on the land anymore. It was like he felt someone else, but he didn't smell anything out of the normal. Mufasa then started traveling around his realm, looking for those trespassing on his territory. Suddenly, his ears became alert as a roar sounded somewhere near. He could tell it was a female by the pitches and he smiled. A female on his land. Mufasa had only met one female and she had been a fiery ball and one he had adorned.

Hearing it now, Mufasa began to pick up his pace. The night was setting in and he wished to see this female before the night completely set in. He was now as a trot like pace with his strides extended and muscles moving him forward. His face had a determined look and his amber gold eyes were narrowed in on where he had heard the female. Now, he breathed in deeply and instead of finding nothing, he found the smell of female. In fact, to his surprise, it was the one he had met before. His heart was racing now and he began at a run. Muscles bunching and relaxing with each stride taken. Running in the sand made him feel like he was getting no where, but as he plowed over a hill...His orbs were set on the female and he couldn't help but let a smile break out onto his face. He continued down the hill and half his body fell down into the sand dune before he found solid ground once more. Instead of speaking to the feminine, Mufasa simply trotted to her and then began to rub his huge head against her bodice. Her smell was breathed in deeply and a smile broke out onto his face. A rumbling, deep purr was heard in the air as he continued to mark her as his own before chuckling softly and laying down beside her. " I don't believe I've ever caught your name." It seemed that Mufasa had for gotten to even ask her name since he was so caught up with the fact that he actually had female company of his own species. [/center][/blockquote][/size][/color]

[Desoto]

The sight of the male practically falling down the hill pressed a smile to Desoto's black lips. It was pleasant seeing the lion eagerly come forth to her, and thus she showed gratitude by strolling towards the male. It seemed a hard impact had been made, and she too stretched her length along the male's, a rumbling purr matching his as the fine hairs of his mane prickled along the lioness's body. Her ears swiveled as the soft yet icy chuckle made their way to her ears. The muscles above her eyes rose (as if quirking a brow) and she studied the male as he laid languidly beside her.

"I don't believe I've ever caught your name." The lion inquired, not directly asking for her name, but stating she hadn't given it. 'Good.' Her mind deceivingly thought. She turned halfway, so she was looking down at the massive creature. She always liked to look down at creatures, no matter who they were. It made her feel like a superior being. Raising a paw to place on the male's side, she heaved and attempted to push him on his back. And if the male didn't resist, Desoto would place a heavy paw upon his bulky chest.

"And...why would you want to know my name? Do I know of yours?" She countered, and with a tilt of her head a wry grin played along her muzzle, while a sly glint formed in her eyes. Leaning forward to rub her muzzle along his face and mane again, she fell onto her side, resting partly on top of the male. Desoto's head fell limp by the side of the lion's, reaching out a foreleg to wrap it around his neck almost in a loving embrace. Angling her head down, to nuzzle it along his cheek before she raised the some paw that she had laid along his neck to swipe across his face-claws unsheathed because, who wouldn't love a little love tapping?

Rolling to her paws, she patted her paws along his mane and exposed body. Stepping over him, she fully straddled the male, she opened her jowls and tried to place his paw in her mouth, gnawing on it softly for a chance. She jumped back suddenly, expecting the male to either lash out at her or, join in on her play. Either or, she was going to get hit. With a cub-like enjoyment, she strolled forward, and leaned back on her hind legs, trying to wrap her forearms around the male's neck, in a bear-like hug. Her tongue flicked from her muzzle trying to land on the side of the male's face and nose. Landing on all fours, she sauntered fluidly along the male once more.

The feeling of another's warm body against her sent a comforting shiver down her spine, and she clenched the loose dirt beneath her paws. Stepping quite slowly around the male, she nipped at his heels and tail. Finally, she stopped and eyed his precious mane. Leaning her frame into his, she rubbed her head in the nest of fur. She blinked slowly, and looked into the golden eyes that matched her own. As breaking the trance she was in, she slapped a paw across the air, aiming for the side of his face again. Stepping a couple of paces back, Desoto flicked her tail high, aiming for nothing in particular, before turning and sprinting towards the big dune the male had come to find her.

The loose dirt turned into a fine, dusty sand that was very hard to grip on. And trying to run up that hill was proving not to be the easiest thing either. Her paws slowly sinking into the sand, she fell face forward, and slid down whatever ground she had covered, and she lay there, sprawled out along the ground. After it became uncomfortable for her to breathe face down (almost instantly) she turned on her back, with her paws folded along her chest. She looked back towards the mighty lion anxiously, waiting for him to come to her, and possibly continue on their little game.







OOC: Sorry this sucks sooooo much. I had homework, and the post would either come today, or this weekend, and I wanted to keep the thread rolling. D:

[A.lice]

One day the sun will set on me time,
But it will rise on yours.

Mufasa smirked suddenly as he saw a cunning look cross her face. It was one of the reasons she like this female so much. Perhaps too much for his own good. She was one of a kind and rather different. She didn't bow down to him and she seemed to hold an air of pride all her own. Original, different. His smirk widened as he though of all this. Suddenly, a large paw was felt on his tan side and then a strong push. Playfully, he rolled onto his back before feeling the female's paw upon his chest. The weight of the paw pushed him into the sand a little bit more than his already massive body was. The sand grains began to tickle his skin, but he ignored it as he looked into the female's eyes. His own orbs narrowed, playfully, onto hers and locked themselves there. His own amber eyes seemed unable to stay from her golden pools. Of course, Mufasa knew at anytime he could turn and probably kill this dragga.It would be a fight, no doubt, but that thought always remained his head. It was merely a survival thing that any lion or lioness would have constantly in their mind. As her voice was heard, Mufasa allowed for it to fill his audits and a smile broke out onto his face. " Why, dear, I want to know your name because dear will get boring and then I'll have to resort to calling you all kinds of different things. Honey, sweetheart.Buttercup." He winked at her as he finished his sentence before continuing. " Most would call me King, you can call me Mufasa." His smooth, handsome voice had a charming sense to it and most females fell alone for that voice. With that, he saw that grin of hers and couldn't help but let one form onto his own thin black lips. As her muzzle touched Mufasa's facial features, he purred in pleasure. It seemed touching alone was getting his senses tingling. Within seconds of that, he felt the huntress weight upon his own. He grunted lowly before allowing a soft growl to rumble. Not in warning, but rather the fact that his male instincts were kicking it. Next came her forearm wrapping around his neck and then the nuzzle that sent an even louder purr into the air. However, a rather sharp slap across his face made him come back from his moment of ecstasy. His amber orbs flashed for a moment before he chuckled. " A bit playful, aren't we?" He said before winking once again.

Just as soon as this, she rolled off of him and he took a quick deep breath to fill his lungs. But it wasn't long before the dragga was once on him again. Her entire body held his pinned to the sandy earth once more. Now his male instincts were really going and she really wasn't helping any. As he felt her mouth take hold of his paw, a smirk crossed his face. While he let her gnaw on it, it wasn't a moment before he playfully pushed at her, paw in her mouth. Mufasa watched for a moment as she jumped back with amazing power. Power, the very thing that he loved more than females, it seemed. However, at the moment that was proving to be very untrue. As the dragga placed her weight onto her hind legs to rise, he matched her stance and rose up as well. A play-like growl erupted once more as his own forearms wrapped around her neck and stomach and chest touched. It was then a wet lick came upon his face and nose. Looking with his orbs, he saw her slimy pink tongue that nearly matched his own.This only lasted a few seconds before once again the female took off. A snarl rumbled from his maw as he stood completely still as she began to circle around him. His muscled legs did not move, however his tail flickered sharply as if trying to hit her in the face, but not moving nearly fast enough. Though he wasn't looking back, Mufasa could feel her eyes narrowing in on something of his body and for a moment he wondered before feeling the press of her cranium against his long, thick matted mane. It was were the smell of him was probably the strongest. As she was close to him, Mufasa found he was pulling her strong scent into his lungs quite a bit. He once more began to wonder, only this time it was about if her smell would ever get tiring to him. It was during these thoughts he felt the suddenly slap again. It was near the same place he had felt the one before and this time he allowed a growl though it was frisky. For a moment, the massive male lion didn't move an inch, but as he saw her attempt at the sane dune and her fail, which earned a chuckle from his maw. However, he could've guessed that it was going to happen and now it was his turn to over power the female. He stalked like he would his prey as he approached her with a smirk on his face. " Come on deary." Mufasa smirked before lunging forward to leap onto her body. If she stayed were she was, he was more surely be on top of her, straddling her as she had done to him before. Using brute force, Mufasa attempted to pin her forearms under his own massive paws. She seemed much smaller underneath him and then when she was over top of him. His breathing was deep as he leaned forward and stared straight into her orbs. A chuckle escaped his lips as he spoke once more. " You only have to wait so long, before it seems your prey falls right into your paws."

[Desoto]

Ah, his name was Mufasa now? Well, perhaps she should could give him her name as well. Eventually, that is. As expected-Well, as the lioness hoped, the lion followed. In a stalk mode that is, Desoto hunched forward, still lying on her back as she peered to watch the bulky form stalk towards her. It was exciting nonetheless, to be pursuited as if she were prey; a lesser being. No! Not a lesser being, never. He was doing this for the excitement as well, perhaps courting one another. Yes. Her eyes gleamed at the thought of owning this male. What fun she would have.

With his muscle's carrying his handsome form towards her, Desoto didn't realize her tail was lashing around her, and all the while a deep, longing purr escalated from her vocals. "Come on deary." The mighty lion's words were smooth and creamy. Her head bobbed to the side, trying to get a full view of him when he leaped ever so gracefully on top of her, straddling her as she had done to him. Butterflies swarmed at the pit of her stomach, and a shiver coursed through her noticeably. Oh the wonders the male had given her just by standing this close. Maybe...Desoto did like to be dominated?

No, no. Never, not even for a male. But when the hot breath of his steamed over her face, a desiring purr ran along her tongue and echoed into the midst. Suddenly, her forearms were pinned onto the ground with the male's massive paws. It was an awkward position nevertheless, but it didn't matter to her that much. Desoto followed his movements as he edged forward, her eyes caught on to his, and she was trapped in them. Enslaved by his golden pools.

Only when the deep, melodic chuckle of his sounded, did she somewhat break her trance. "You only have to wait so long, before it seems your prey falls right into your paws." Oh, so she was prey, hmm? It didn't take long before a retort made its way into the air, "Oh, but what if said prey were to escape, and be free?" She made no movements, stayed in the same position eyes roaming from the eyes of the male to the parts of his body she could see. Ha.

Craning her neck upward, she tried to rub the side of her cheek against his, and along the furry parts of his neck once more. A lustful, desiring yowl came this time from her lips. Now, she was trying to be free of his grasp, and have her way again. Although she was unsuccessful, since the weight he carried was obviously too much for her to lift. She laid her head back gently on the sand, gazing up into Mufasa's face with a craving look smeared on her face as if she were a young girl seeing the doll in the window she just had to have.

Turning her head to nip at the massive paws of his carefully, so she could stand. And if he did loosen his grip, she would scurry from under him, and turn, flicking her tail around his face, before crouching low onto the ground. She submitted, offering herself onto the male that she deemed capable of handling her. In expectancy, she grunted lowly, positioning her weight from paw to paw trying to encourage the male to do the deed she desired. And with that, she closed her eyes and flattened her audits onto her skull, softly purring as she awaited her King to claim her as the Queen she oh so desired to be.

Fade to black

OOC: Ahem. Fade to black? <3

[Mufasa]

One day the sun will set on me time,
But it will rise on yours.

Mufasa eyes her as her lyrics came to bless his ears and for a moment, he wondered before smirking softly at her. " I believe if that happened, it would be the first and only time my prey would escape my..." His handsome voice trailed off as he slowly lifted a paw and unsheathed his nails for a moment before putting them back in and putting his massive paw back onto her forearm." Grasp." His finished his sentence before adding a charming smile that broke his thin blank lips apart to reveal sharp, pearly white canines. The purring of this female was making him antsy and Mufasa was afraid he was going to lose control of himself and that was something he never wished to do. Slowly, as she craned her neck toward his face, he allowed himself to lower his to receive her touch. Cheek against cheek and then her face once more in his dark colored mane of thick hair. Mufasa purred softly as her smell, once again, was strong on his nose. However, as he heard her yowl, his dome snapped back to narrow his orbs on her once more. It seem this lioness was never done playing and Mufasa loved it. Struggling under him a bit, he allowed his weight to hover over her a bit more and keep her forced down. A playful growl erupting from his lips however, the look on her face gave way to her emotions and now his face broke with similar ones. Now as she nipped at his paws, he loosened and jumped slightly to the side so that she had room to get up.

Mufasa's golden orbs grew wider as that tail wavered in front of him before the female sank low to the sandy ground. Instantly, he found that he could hardly contain himself. Walking toward her slowly, a strong, deep purr came from his vocal cords and he lovingly licked her skin with his rough tongue before shifting his weight slightly and preceding onto the females back....

Fade to black...

Mufasa's breathing was heavy as he found his front paws to be back on the sandy earth once more. He took a few steps back from the female to give her some space as this was only the second time in which he had loved another female and he was sure that he deeply loved this one. She had been a challenge, none the less, but he had gotten her. Instead of releasing her, though, Mufasa wanted her all to himself. No other male allowed to touch the lioness as long as she was with him or even if he was lucky enough for her to bear his children. Continuing to purr and breathing settled, he walked a few steps toward the dragga and licked her on her back before nuzzling her on her neck and nipping softly. " So..." His hot breath fell once more on her audit." Do I earn the right to your name now?" He questioned before chuckling softly. [/size][/blockquote][/center][/color]

[Desoto]

Her blood boiled then subsided, her heart pounded as about to implode right in her chest and the the ringing in her ears had ceased. She steadied herself to breathe when the massive weight that loomed overhead had stepped aside. And when the male retracted from her, as if on instinct, a menacing growl tumbled forth from her lungs, and she swirled, heaving a paw through the air, attempting to lacerate at any flesh on the male she came in contact with. And if she missed, well lucky for him. Her breathing slowly steadied, and her tail lashed out fluently behind her.

She blinked slowly as he veered off to the side, and she pulled her limbs to their full length, shivering slightly when the damp, cold air vibrated in her lungs. With her ears raised, she parted her jaws to yawn leisurely. Her mind was blank suddenly, as if the previous action had driven all thoughts and desired deeds clear from her head. Only when the hot, rough tongue of another rake its way across her back did she snap back into reality. Her eyes widened a little, astounded at who would be..licking her back. Her lips were curling over her fangs slowly, and only when the massive had of his reach her nostrils did she realize what had happened was not a dream.

Desoto rolled languidly onto her back, paws crossed across her chest as she submitted to the male again. "So...",his hot moist breath lingered around her audits. "Do I earn the right to your name now?" Of course, now. She had been pulled into his web, and he into her's. And if so, her black lips would solemnly roll into a small smile, and then fade when she opened them to speak, "Of course you deserve it." Her words were quite flat, though she didn't mean it. And she carried on, adding on to her last statement, "There surely couldn't be a reason why you don't." She couldn't help but sustain the laugh that echoed in her vocals.

No, she wasn't laughing at him. No, never. It was the fact she had basically awarded him props from their little mating ritual. Though, she had not intended it, she was no as they say, "Beading around the bush". And with that, she gradually rubbed the top of her head under his, and murmured, "Desoto. Thy be my calling." She looked up at him again, a kind of sorrow in her eyes. "Desoto." She repeated, for no reason at all. And gradually sunk her body to the ground, stretching out along her side.

Now, with the sappy stuff aside in her mind, she flexed a fore paw, trying to wrap it around his neck and possibly bring him down towards her. She was ready for another game. Desoto's jaws opened wide, a steady, playful growl came to the air. She leaned forward, trying to mouth his muzzle, and snorted from the awkwardness of it. Bringing another fore arm up in another attempt to wrap around the male's neck, she coiled her body and heaved, trying to bring him to the ground with her.

My, my. Mufasa was heavier then he looked, it was like trying to push over a tree...or something along the lines of that. His neck was thick, and sturdy. Especially from all the hair that flared out, framing his face and neck. She heaved once more with all her might she heaved down again. Lying down and trying to pull something was proving of the most difficulty. Steadying her head, she breathed into his face, "C'mere." She said slowly, trying one more time to pull the male off of his feet and down beside her. And if he cooperated they would have more fun.

[A.lice]

One day the sun will set on me time,
But it will rise on yours.

Mufasa had almost been expecting as much as Desoto turned and lashed out at him. Swiftly and carefully, he side stepped to miss it and didn't say a word about it. Only a low growl rumbled his vocal cords before he became quiet once mores, orbs watching for another lash out at him. Sarcastically, he spoke. " Oh, how I'm honored." He gave a false bow before chuckling deeply. Two could play at that game. Desoto seemed a bit misplaced as Mufasa watched her laugh and then rub her head upon his own. When she spoke her name, he heard sorrow. He heard pain calling out and only when she spoke again did he know that what he had heard was very true. Slowly, he watched as the lioness crept down to the ground and extended herself out. Mufasa remained standing over her bodice as if he were a protective guardian, waiting to kill whatever tried to cross him or his mate. " Desoto.." He whispered the name before gently brushing the top of her head with a short lick. " A very pretty name, indeed and fitting." He chuckled before watching as her forearm reached up at him, wrapping around his neck as a snake could wrap around it's prey. A playfully showed his canines before bending his neck ever so slightly to give into her will. Clearly, he looked much lighter than what he was.

Now, he felt another paw wrap around his neck, but instead of giving in he extended his neck a bit farther away. Just so that her paws could barely reach around him. With each strain of her effort, Mufasa flexed his neck in order not to be brought down. He eyed her with mischief in his orbs, but with a loving tint as well. Suddenly, that warm breath of hers woke his nose and he had to sigh. It seemed that was all he needed as he crumble to the ground next to the lioness. Mufasa wasn't sure why her breath or voice were so...intoxicating, but they were. He almost feared what she could do to him under those kinds of circumstances. Mufasa trusted her never to do that to him because in the end she would have him shackled down. Little else seemed to be placed on his mind when she was around. Worries, everything was gone and in place was Desoto. Were other lions and lionesses this close to one another? Were they really this connected? He had no idea and he didn't intend to find out. He wanted this forever. Desoto and him. He wanted her to bear him children who would run the pride and look over it when they passed away, a though he didn't even want to consider. A sigh swept through him as he turned his massive head to look at her. Slowly, he raised a paw before quickly extending it and sending it over her mid section, pulling her closer to his bodice.

[Desoto]

"Oh, how I'm honored." She raised her 'brow', a human-like gesture as the male gave a playful bow to her. Teasingly seductive, but almost taunting nevertheless. As she lay there, giving quick glances to Mufasa through her peripheral vision, as she was a little girl spying on her crush. She laid her head back, and rolled fluidly onto her back. She twitched her hind legs after stretching her limbs to their full extent, and gave a heavy sigh before rolling back onto her flank, sprawling out along the earth once more. Desoto positioned her head sideways, so she was peering back at Mufasa, almost with an longing gaze.

Desoto lifted her head the slightest when her King took place over top of her. She slowly began to rub her head along the base of his mane, and ran the side of her cheek along in the inner side of his fore paw. The russet lioness craned her neck and flicked her tongue from her muzzle to rake its way along the paw that she was closest to. Almost as if she was caressing the massive beast that loomed over head, she stopped her grooming, and sunk her way back into a laying position. "Desoto..." At the sound of her own name she fixated her gaze upon his with an alluring passion. "Yes?"She purred tenderly as she felt his warm tongue course across the top of her cranium.

She blinked slowly, as if she were in a trance, and perked her ears forward to hear what the mighty creature was going to say next. "A very pretty name, indeed and fitting." She nodded in gratitude, and lifted her head once more to nudge under his chin. Her audits tightened onto her apex, naively peering up at her new found partner before attempting to wrap her fore arms around his neck once more. Her eyes furrowed when he moved his neck the slightest, and didn't give in to her as she thought he would have. At least she knew he wasn't a weak minded male that only stayed around for the pleasantries of a female. Desoto gazed back into the male's eyes, not searching for anything but she found compassion, loyalty, and love.

Hot breath steamed over her face, and she squinted to avoid unnecessary irritation in her eyes. She watched as he seemingly, reluctantly fell into a laying position beside her. Desoto scrutinized with a parted, confused expression as he seemed to be debating on some self-inflicting grief. Her eyes locked onto his paw as it wrapped around her torso, and dragged her closer to him. The russet lioness sunk down in a comfortable position, as close as possibly next to Mufasa as she drove her head along his mane. She had no idea what to do now, and self consciously started to groom herself. Swiping her tongue over her own paw and sending it along her head and face. She glanced at Mufasa, and leaned over to graze her rough tongue on his tangled mane.

After scraping her paw along her tongue she managed to get some fur off of it, whilst placing dirt and dust in her mouth. She brushed her head along his shoulder and side, purring all the while, before extending her neck, and slightly pushing her self up for leverage. She tried to grasp hold of his ear, and tug playfully. Desoto continued to rub her head along his shoulder, and flick her tail about around her rump, before leaning into him, and resting her head next to his. The lioness stared out at the beyond, and gently licked at his cheek and nose, before trying to force her head under his and lay her head on his paw. The lioness sighed contently and repositioned herself so her hips and hind legs were off to the side.

Abruptly, her eyelids had become heavy and tempted to close and set her off to sleep. With a low yowl, she quickly adjusted herself yet again so she was practically laying in Mufasa's fore paws. Before allowing herself to relinquish in sleep, she partly opened her eyes, and turned so she was half facing her mate. "Good night." The lioness breathed before turning over again, and relaxed into a state of euphoria. Her tail silently thudded against the ground until she finally fell asleep to her personal lullaby, and the soothing breathing of Mufasa. Relaxing her muscles, her eyes fully closed and she succumbed into a dark, blank slumber.