Pouncing was fun! She got him down on the ground, and his body broke her fall. Then she was on top of him, smothering him in nips and kisses while he wiggled and tried to free himself from her, and her advances. She laughed softly, grinning down at him like it was all a big game.

Suddenly, his resistance slipped away, he was throwing up his paws, and giving in to her. Finally. Her eyes burned into his, alive and warm as he raised his muzzle, inviting her in. She took that invitation wholly and completely. Leaning into him, her hot body pressing down on him. Her lips brushing against his. Her tongue breaking free to lick along the edges of his lips. “Grrrr, mine.” She whispered with no real bite to it, before kissing him. Long, and deep, savoring the taste of him.

"Speech"

While Aku's heart may not have been in the gesture it seemed his offering of a kiss was enough to stop the onslaught and that was exactly what he had been hoping for. Maybe now she would be satisfied and let him be. All she'd wanted was a kiss, right? Well he was giving her one which meant any second now she'd take her kiss, climb off of him and he could disappear into the winter storm never to set foot near anything to do with lava or the underground ever again lest either be a  natural magnet for affection vampires or brazen women.

Though his lips had been raised tentatively that didn't dampen the woman's mood any. She seemed to melt over him as she pressed her lips to his and Aku was suddenly acutely aware of their tangled bodies. He was baffled by her passion, alarmed by the danger, and yes, a little turned on. Overall his feelings were mixed and at war with one another. How much did he commit to this? Was it really so wrong to give this a try? Aku's eyes flashed wide as he felt her tongue on his lips. This was entirely new territory. He'd expected to give her just a little kiss; a small peck on the lips to pacify her need for reciprocation.

The confusing flicker of thoughts screeched to a halt suddenly as her whispered word registered. "Yours?" he whispered back before her lips were on his again. Siren! That was it, he needed to leave. Was it too late for him? Only one way to find out. Aku broke the kiss and leaned back so he could meet her gaze. "I have to go," he said as he wiggled over onto his side and moved to slide free of her grasp. If successful he would make a dignified break from the entrance.

Yours? He whispered back at her, and her grin only grew. Oh, yes. She was going to have this man. Be it for a minute, or a night. Perhaps even a week, of teasing and tormenting, until he wept when she left him alone in the cold. She wasn’t sure what it was about the man. Be it his desire to be married off in a loveless marriage, or the strong and unshakable belief in it. It was a challenge, and she would rip apart the layers of this boy. She would reveal his heart to himself and others, until he would see and understand. Know nothing, but her way of thinking.

”Oh! she whispered, as he leaned away and began his frantic wiggling. She let him. Oh, the cruel seductress, she let. She let him climb to his paws, and after a moment she followed suit. Her eyes drawing together, her lips parting just so. She looked, for a moment, like a girl with a broken heart.

“You will not break free of me so easily! It's too late!” she cried. Then she was laughing, and running, chasing him down. For how the chase was half the fun.

"Speech"

He slid from her grasp and immediately made a break for the door. Although it was tempting to rush and his dignity was pretty unsalvageable at this point, something in him wouldn't allow him to run even though it would have been the smarter choice. Instead he moved off at a fast walk, his steps sure and purposeful, and the closest he could get to dignified all things considered. That is, until the woman's words and maniacal laughter echoed off the walls. Then he ran. The woman had been able to roll him because he was lighter and smaller, and while that was all well and good in a wrestling match when it came to running those two characteristics were an asset.

Aku bolted, his eyes darting from tunnel to tunnel as he tried to remember which way was the way out. His scent was all over the tunnels as he had explored a bit before running into the woman. Grimly his cursed his past self's curiosity and then dove down the nearest passage. It was tempting to look behind him to gauge how much distance he had to spare, but the walls and some floors were literally lava and one wrong step would destroy his paws.

His mind, like his feet, was working overtime. What did she mean too late? Had he been right all along? Was he bewitched? Although he had heard ample stories on the subject of bewitching they were all rather vague on what it felt like to be under someone's spell. Had his desire to kiss her back been it? Was that the spell of the siren overriding him will? Come to think of it, it was possible he had been under her influence all along. It wasn't like him to play with something so dangerous. If he had been in his right mind he would have walked away at the start. Blessed mother, he was a moth in a web...

Lorikeet truly believed that she was trying to save poor Aku from a life that would leave him miserable. If she decided to have, just a little fun in the meantime. Well, she didn’t have to be a complete saint, now did she?

As the sound of her claws clipped quickly on the stone floor, and her voice called out to him, Aku began to run. Racing through the maze-like corridors of this strange lava network. “Little Aku, little Aku, won’t you come out?” she cried as he ducked down a passage. For a moment, he was out of view, but she was almost on his heels. Sprinting around the corner with a warriors lithe grace. “Don’t run, little rabbit! You and I will be amazing together!” but of course the run helped to bring her blood flowing freely through her veins, and her steps were light and eerie as they landed on the ground with each stride. She was having entirely too much fun.

"Speech"

The hardened pads of his feet made dull clacking sounds on the stone floor as he ran down the passage. In places were lava flowed there was a steady roar that drown them out, but everywhere there wasn't Aku felt deafened by the sound. Surely they were giving him away; alerting her to every move he made. Perhaps he needed to keep an eye out for a place to hide in case the entrance wasn't nearby. Hiding felt even less dignified than running, but he had reached the point where he needed to decide if it was better to be enslaved or murdered with dignity or escape with his life. And he was leaning towards the latter. Though his behavior today would be a lifelong mark of shame at least he would be alive to be ashamed.

The woman's voice echoed to him over the roar of the lava. That was a nefarious cry if he'd ever heard one. He regretted ever giving her his name. Why had he done that? Fool. He'd been a fool, he could see it all now. He felt like a child all over again; in need of his father's scolding. Dare he yell back? Ah, she was right behind him! "Let me go! There are others who will make you happier! Someone who wishes to hold and kiss you, eh?"

“Didn’t you enjoy our kisses? It isn’t wrong to desire more of them” he would be lying if he said they weren’t the most amazing thing that had ever happened to him. She knew the true worth of her love.

He vanished from her site down one of the twisting turns. Shit. She slowed a moment, listening. “Alright then, how about a deal, Aku? Instead of taking what I want, it can be a transaction. Three days. For three days you are mine, I do you no harm, and then you leave” if you still wish to leave she moved through the next corridor, listening, listening. Would he speak? Would she hear his footfalls. He was her prey now, and she knew she would find him.

"Speech"