She knew she had him when soft, breathy groans escaped him. She dug her claws in tighter to his fur. She teased him with her touch, running slowly shrinking circles around him with her claw. Her own breathing was sweet, short little things. Excitement in the sound of it, and in the sparkle of her night and day eyes.

She let out a soft groan when his teeth dragged genty at her ear, and felt the way he held her to him with a forepaw. She turned her muzzle into him, searching along his jawline, tickling him with her breath before she found the place she wanted. She lightly nipped at his tender flesh just below his ear. Digging in just a little, and holding on. At the same moment, her wondering paw finally touched him, a fluttering, soft touch, like a promise.

Then, in an expert motion, the fighter twirled in his gasp, whisking her way out of his grasp, her muzzle brushing against his at the last second, stealing her kiss, and then she was gone. Leaving his side cold and wanting.

The Aracari laughed soft, breathy laughs, breathing quickly from the pleasure his touches had left on her as she darted away.

"Speech"

Every feather-light touch and stroke of her paw over toned muscles sent little uncontrolled spasms through the dire brute's body as she twisted and flared the desire in his belly. His breath came in short, erratic huffs, his ears flicking to catch the sweet sounds of her shortened breath as well. Sitka could feel the heat radiating off of her, the desire and lust washing over him from her. Her paw's path began to gradually close in on itself, moving over increasingly more and more sensitive muscles and nerves with those fantastic claws.

He caught the sound of her moan when his teeth found her ear, loving the sound of it so much it made him quiver with anticipation of eliciting more of those groans. The corners of his lips curled upward in a sly grin while he targeted her ear with gentle nibbles and flicks of his tongue, though it wasn't long before Keetie found hot spots of his own. Pricks of sharp teeth against the tender skin right below his ear earned her a breathy groan from the man, his paws flexing to rake claws over her skin and the stone ground beneath them. In the same moment, he felt soft paw pads complete their path to stroke lightly over his arousal, ending the brute's breathing with a sharp gasp of sudden pleasure.

And then just like that it was over. Sitka blinked blue eyes in bewilderment, only barely registering that she had taken the briefest of kisses to hold her end of the bargain before she laughed and bolted away from him. Sitka's lust-drunk brain took a moment to reboot enough for him to realize what had happened, and as soon as he did, the renegade was on his paws with a frustrated growl and an amused grin. Steel blue eyes shone with a wanton playfulness as he chased after her, muscles rippling beneath his coat as he ran after her like he would a prey animal or a contract. The girl had a lead on him, but he was built for speed. He would likely catch her almost immediately.

Sitka liked when a woman played hard to get; it meant even more fun for him when he inevitably got them in his paws, dominating and subduing them. Keetie would be no different—but she would be the prettiest by far, and perhaps the most fun too.

"Sitka Thánatos"

The Aracari let out a delighted peel of laughter as she watched the bewilderment sweep across his face. Following quickly in its wake was understanding, and need. Did he think it would be easy? She didn’t just want a little bit of fun. She wanted to be remembered. She wanted all other encounters to pale in light of her, until he yearned for what he had once had.

He tore after her, displaying lithe muscles and speedy paws. She turned abruptly, grinding to a halt. Standing firm as she ravaged him with her eyes. Slow and lustrous as they trailed up his well-made body. Even as she did so, she rolled back on her paws, bracing herself, prepared for the crash her sudden stop was likely to bring. Let the two wolves collide. Once, twice, as many times as she pleased…

Or not.

With great and terrible laughter and lust in her eyes, she let his body roll into his, and then pushed back, shoving him away and aiming to sweep his forepaws out from beneath. Strike while he was still stumbling and recovering from her latest change. No, she would not be easily forgotten, and if he lost, he would have to keep trying or let her be the one that got away.

Lorikeet Flame Aracari vs Sitka Thánatos for right not to mate
Round 1/2
Age: over one
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Sharpened antler head armor
Companion 1: Cat with antlers, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Thicker fur - Defensive
Mutation 2: Feline claws - Offensive
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Expert Healer
Specialty: N/A

"Speech"

Keetie laughed, a delightfully angelic sound that he'd no doubt hear in his dreams whenever she invaded them. He enjoyed the sound, though the larger male was far more intent in creating a different sort of chorus in her lovely lyrics. He gained on her fast—was this her fastest or was she lingering to let him catch up to her?—and was preparing to take her down when she stopped and turned to face him abruptly. He saw the lust in her solar and lunar eyes while she ate him up with her gaze. He was too close and moving too fast to stop though, and he ended up careening into her, his body colliding with hers with a cataclysmic slam of flesh on flesh. They stumbled together, and then she shoved him back hard enough to put some space between them. Sitka reeled, but saw her paws coming for his legs and had enough wherewithal to rear back onto his hind legs, her strike sweeping low as he hopped over it.

Sitka glowered at Keetie with a fire in those cold eyes, fangs bared when he realized what she was up to. This wasn't just playing hard to get, this was total resistance. Oh, so she was trying to make him work for her? Had she not just watched him and Ruga? Or was that why she was acting this way? Did she want his fangs in her scruff, his claws on her body, being thrown to the ground beneath him? Well, in that case, he'd be happy to oblige! Sitka growled as he lunged for Keetie, aiming to wrap strong forelimbs around her neck and use his greater size and weight to throw her off balance, just like he'd done with Ruga. Break her equilibrium, then get her beneath him. That was the goal, and Sitka would never hold back in a fight, no matter how sexy his opponent was.

Sitka Thánatos vs Lorikeet Aracari for Right to Mate
Round 1/2
Age: 1+ years
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Defensive Battle Accessory: Reinforced Leather Breastplate
Skills: Novice Fighter & Beginner Hunter
Specialty: N/A

"Sitka Thánatos"

She loved this. The thrill of it. The understanding that Sitka would fight her. That the lust had not dimmed in his eyes. He would fight hard, for he knew the stakes, and she would fight harder. She didn’t want to have just one night with this man. He was too free, too fun. Him and Ruga would be an avalanche and a volcano beside her. A vibrance and joy she had never considered before.
What if she…
Kept them.

Despite her thoughts, her body still moved in response to the battle. He avoided her first attack. Despite her distraction, he was too much an old warrior to fully fall for her tricks. He wasn’t the only warrior here. There was a reason she could always keep her freedom.

He aimed to wrap his paws about her neck, and she responded by going low. Because really, what girl didn’t? She dived under him, aiming to swipe at his family jewels, laughing lightly even as she took the low blow. Who said she had to fight fair?

Lorikeet Flame Aracari vs Sitka Thánatos for right not to mate
Round 2/2
Age: over one
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Sharpened antler head armor
Companion 1: Cat with antlers, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Thicker fur - Defensive
Mutation 2: Feline claws - Offensive
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Expert Healer
Specialty: N/A

"Speech"

Sitka's grapple not only failed to land, but it actually ended up working against him. His paws wrapped around nothing but air, and he felt Keetie's body slide beneath his, leaving him coming down across her back with Keetie below him. Wait, Keetie was below him! A panic flitted through his eyes when he realized where she was going, but by then it was too late. He heard Keetie's airy laugh, then felt the blow to his balls. It wasn't a terribly hard swipe, clearly meant more to stun than to seriously harm, but it was still a total system shutdown on any man, even Sitka.

His brain went blank from the sudden swipe, the pleasure he'd been feeling from between his legs gone in a flash as he collapsed across Keetie's back, his legs giving out as he started to slump toward the ground. But he'd be damned if he was going down without her! As he began to crumple to the ground, Sitka wrapped his forelegs tightly around Keetie's waist, letting his body go deadweight to try and collapse to the ground with her in his arms. If he could bring her down to the ground with him, it would become a struggle to who could work the other into a pin first.

Sitka Thánatos vs Lorikeet Aracari for Right to Mate
Round 2/2
Age: 1+ years
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Defensive Battle Accessory: Reinforced Leather Breastplate
Skills: Novice Fighter & Beginner Hunter
Specialty: N/A

"Sitka Thánatos"

And the winner is...

Lorikeet

Sitka must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Lorikeet: Rolls:    91, 76, 32, 32 Adjusted rolls:    118.3, 102.6, 33.6, 32 Total:     315.15 Sitka : Rolls:    72, 27, 95, 19 Adjusted rolls:    82.8, 29.7, 95, 19 Total:     226.50

She swiped gently at his most precious place and felt the tremble of his fear. The feel of it sent a spike of power through her. Here, she was the power. Her dive carried her further under him, and she managed a cheeky kiss across the length of him before she completed the manoeuvre.

Landing mostly on the other side of him before he collapsed on top of her. She managed to twist a little, so she was more to the side then on her stomach. She reached her paws forward, as through hugging the back of him. She propped her chin on his hunches and looked at him, a grin on her face. “I should fight you for the right to keep you, next.” she teased him. “Between you and Ruga, I haven’t had so much fun in years.”


"Speech"

His maneuver had been a desperate gambit at best, so when he failed to gain a grapple and ended up just slumped across Keetie's back, it came as no surprise to him. The swipe to his nuts had been his undoing, the one vulnerable spot she'd found access too far too easily. Just before he collapsed to the ground entirely, he felt soft lips graze over warm, tender flesh, adding a little flare of pleasure amidst the mind-numbing shock. Then Sitka hit the ground like a ton of bricks.

From his position, he felt the forelegs of his minx of a wolf wrap around his back while the weight of her head rested on his haunch. He peered down the lengths of their bodies, steel blue eyes finding her sun and moon jewels set into her stunning galaxy-hued face. He huffed as he struggled to catch his breath, hind legs held closed tight to protect his sensitive family jewels as sensation began to return to his numb body. She grinned, and Sitka found himself hating and loving the look of glee on her face. He hated it because it had meant he lost and wouldn't have his fun. He loved it because she wore it so well, and because it meant there was more to this seductress than met the eye. He liked her enjoyment, the games they played, no holds barred and no rules. They could be as rough and rowdy and hands-on as they wanted to be. It just so happened that this time didn't work out in his favor.

Keetie made a comment about challenging him to keep him, remarking that she hadn't had so much fun in years. "Happy to oblige..." he muttered between clenched teeth, though the sarcasm was not lost in translation. The ache in his balls began to fade, leaving him with the unsatisfied ache of lust and desire twisting in his belly. "Keep me, eh...? In case you haven't noticed, I'm not something you can tame, Miss Keetie."

"Sitka Thánatos"

She wrapped herself around him, and grinned at the silver wolf. Her face flushed with excitement. She laughed softly at his sarcasm, and gave him a gentle swipe on his rump. “ tame you?” she said, appalled. “Why on earth would I want to do that?” she grinned, slumping her chin on his rump, her paws still wrapped about him.

Since it was in easy reach, she could help but bare her teeth and nibble on the skin of his back a little. “that would be like caging a tiger, and it would just go badly for everyone involved. No, I just want to keep you around for a little while.” she explained, her eyes bright with amusement.

"Speech"

Sitka would not deny the pleasant feeling of having Lorikeet's body wrapped around his felt oh so good, like sinking into a hot bath after a long and tiring day. He gazed at the wolf that looked as if she had stolen the lights from the Arctic night skies while she laughed and smiled. Her lyrics stoked that fire in his belly and his blood, her grin practically making him salivate over the things he desired to do to her. He cocked a rakish smirk when her paw swiped at his rump, his tail giving a flick that betrayed how much he enjoyed the contact despite his cool demeanor. She was being so handy with him, he couldn't resist returning the favor, draping one large black-furred paw around her hips to keep her held close to his body as she used him as a pillow.

Keetie asked why she would ever want to tame him, describing him as a tiger and how poor of an idea it would be to cage him. His steel-blue eyes shined with a predatory look as he held her fire and ice eyes, studying the ways the colors shimmered and swirled in those gems of irises. He immediately began to imagine how they would look lost in the throes of passion beneath him, on top of him, every way he could have had this beauty. "Keeping me around for a while, hmm?" A low growling rumble of delight echoed deep in his chest while her teeth grazed over his skin gently. Sitka flexed his paw over her waist, gingerly dragging his claws across delicate warm skin. "Sounds tempting, Keetie. How do you plan on negotiating me into giving you what you want?" He raised a curious brow, ever the naughty rogue. He did enjoy playing with Keetie, but he wanted to see how she'd persuade him to keep his time all to herself.

"Sitka Thánatos"

She lifted her head, following the motion of his paw with her brows, her expression inviting and playful and teasing all at once. “hmm.” she mused. “I suppose how long I keep you depends how tasty you are” she brushed her tongue across her muzzle, almost touching his rump with it. What with the way her head rested against him.

She laughed softly at that, and this time her next lick of her lips touched his fur. More like a snake, the way her tongue slowly teased its way out of her maw. “How about I promise you a taste? Would that tempt you, if just for a little while?” she whispered, craning her head forward, the better to see his eyes. "Or how about the promise of mischief? you look like the sort to enjoy a little trouble, every now and then."

"Speech"

Despite having come here to have his armor mended, it seemed as if Sitka had stumble upon something far more valuable. Keetie was a rogue as much as he was, it seemed, those gorgeous contrasting gems of eyes gleamed as she wore an expression that begged for a good time. She was sly, a trickster and seductress wrapped up into one beautiful package. She responded to his question by qualifying it all depended on how "tasty" he was to her, how interested he kept her. A brow quirked at that suggestion, watching the flash of pink emerge from her midnight black muzzle to trace along those lips he longed to press against his own and taste her. The two were lying in almost the perfect position to enjoy a sampling of each other's flavors. It would just take an adjustment of her leg and a dip of his muzzle between those toned thighs...

He was snapped from his lecherous thoughts by her laugh and the soft sensation of her tongue meeting his fur—just a quick grazing to keep his attention on her and not on what he wanted to do to her. Gods, she had to know what she was doing to him! Steel blue eyes were transfixed on the way her tongue moved, dancing across her lips and in the air as if possessing a life of its own. Then she intrigued him again by offering a taste of what they could have if he stayed with her, a promise of the mischief they could get into. A pensive rumble echoed in his chest as he held her gaze with an intensity of a businessman considering a proposal. Though he had lost their battle, he still felt like he was walking away from this a winner. Had this been Keetie's intentions from the start?

"Promises of mischief are usually my pickup line, darling," he whispered back with a flash of a grin, low rumbles of desire growling from within him. "You're speaking my language in all the right ways, Keetie. And I certainly won't down an offer of a taste. Not when you look so delicious lying here wrapped up with me." Another toothy smirk. He wanted her to see his teeth, to see their sharpness. She'd be feeling them fairly often if she chose to climb into bed with him time and time again. Sitka was always up front with his intentions when it came to the realm of love and lust. A rogue and a lecher he may be, but at least he was honest.

"Sitka Thánatos"

She laughed softly, the motion rumbling through her chest and shaking his rump. “I had a feeling it might be” she agreed. He looked like a wolf that didn’t shy from a spot of trouble. The rumble of desire in his voice wasn’t missed, and she lowered her own voice, keeping it husky and suggestive.

“Well. I think we can come to a very pleasant arrangement here, my Sitka. All that's left is to sample my wares and see if it’s good enough to keep.” She winked at him, spread out her claws, digging them into his side as she lifted her head from her rump and started to pull. Slow, but persistent movements from the paw that held his rump. Moving him until she could reach exactly what she was aiming for. This time, she would be far more gentle with his jewels then she had the first. Her eyes burning into his, she lowered her head.

- fade-

"Speech"

Keetie was a shrewd businesswoman as well, it seemed, and the two appeared to have struck an accord. A mutual interest in physical pleasures and misbehaving. Already the tawny brute was quivering with anticipation to see what sort of delightful havoc they could wreak on the world together—or on each other while they were at it. As if reading his mind, Keetie winked and offered a sampling of one another to see if they would be pleased with the other enough to keep.

Sitka gave an amicable purr and watched with lustful eyes while the beautiful wolf crafted of Northern Lights and distant galaxies began to shift, feeling those feline claws grip into his skin and drawing a pleased hiss from between clenched teeth while she pulled him into a better position for her to reach. Sitka offered no resistance, allowing his new lover to move and manipulate his body as she desired. As their bodies shifted, Sitka found himself even more in prime position to act on his sexual thoughts, his head placed right above Keetie's hip. He glanced down at her shapely rump with an appreciative murr, glancing back just in time to meet Keetie's split-toned gaze as her head lowered between his legs.

A breathy gasp left the brute, who gave a rumbling groan as she worked on him. His eyes turned back to her rump, lifting her hind leg with one large paw around her thigh to grant him all the access he needed to her body in turn. If Keetie was going to sample his flavor and make him moan, then he was going to do the same with her. Wrapping a paw around her waist to keep her hips from squirming away, Sitka dipped his head down until his tongue found what he had so urgently desired.

- fade -

"Sitka Thánatos"

It seemed her companion was just as eager to get a sampling in. She didn’t protest as he moved her body in turn. She was far too busy to do so, anyway. She found what she was looking for, and of course - being Keetie - started off teasing him before she really got to it.

A little while later, she rested her head on his rump, and looked at him with sleepy, satisfied eyes. Having become a lot more familiar with all the pitches his voice could make. In fact, she had left a few deep scratches in his hind as she had experimented with exactly that. Mixing pain and pleasure until he couldn’t tell them apart. She licked one such cut, using her saliva to help close up the cut, and getting a different kind of taste of him. “Mmm. I think I will keep you around, Sitka.” She decided lazily.

"Speech"

When they had both finished, Sitka lay across the ground with his head resting on Keetie's thigh like a pillow, lazily dragging his tongue across his muzzle to catch any stray remnants of her flavor. He had been with numerous women in his life, but none had challenged him or set such a fire in his belly the way Lorikeet did in the span of only an hour or two. He released a content sigh with a drowsy smile on his face, grayish blue eyes slowly flickering open to peer down the length of his lover's body to watch as she cleaned the cuts her claws had left on his rump. A little tremor ran down his spine. Gods, she'd been so good at getting him to sing for her... Sitka loved the heady blend of pain and pleasure, and as she'd done to him, so too had he done to her, as evidenced by the pricks and scratches around her lower back and thigh, though not quite as bad as those cat claws had left on him. He'd have to remember for next time to not hold back on her.

Keetie spoke, deciding to keep him, and a dozy chuckle left the brute while he grinned mostly to himself. "Mmm that's good. I'd be afraid of what I'd've done if you'd refused me after treating me like that." Another husky chuckle, and then Sitka was running an exploratory paw up and down the length of her body, finding every curve and dip in her svelte feminine frame and memorizing its path with light paw pads. He roamed the planes of Keetie's body like she were a wondrous new and uncharted world, committing her feel and scent and taste and sounds to memory. He would be getting a lot more of them now. Nuzzling into the side of her leg, Sitka began to trail slow, lazy kisses along Keetie's thigh, occasionally nipping at the soft, warm skin. She was addictive, a drug he knew he'd become a junkie for. "Guess I passed your inspection then, hmm? Lived up to your expectations?"

"Sitka Thánatos"

She gave a soft chuckle at that “Would you have turned the tables and laid a claim on me hot stuff?” Her purr was soft and lazy. As through the thought of him not letting her go didn’t bother her in the least. “Mmmm” she groaned softly as his paw whispered across her coat. Then his muzzle was against her, kissing and nipping and touching. She rolled off his back and lay on the grassy earth, spreading out her body to give him more surface area to touch. “Don’t stop” she commanded him. Enjoying the feel of his explorative paws and mouth on her. She might be rather an expert (if she did say so herself) on massaging, but there was nothing more relaxing than being touched by another. Sitka… Sitka especially.

“Keep going and you might just become exemplary instead of passing” she teased him with another soft, satisfied sigh.


"Speech"

"Mmm maybe, sexy..." he mused with a low hum as his lips pressed kisses to every inch of her thigh that he could reach, focusing entirely on pleasing her now that the gate had been opened. He listened to her sounds with every motion and action, finding what she liked best by the way her purrs and moans changed. Paw and mouth worked in tandem over her body, exploring and worshipping her in the intimate ways he knew best. Would he have turned the tables and tried to claim her instead? There was the distinct possibility, especially if he'd known what sorts of highs she could bring him to with her body.

When Keetie slid off of him to lounge out across the soft grassy earth, Sitka wasted no time in repositioning himself to better reach all of her divine body. His mouth moved up along the curve of her waist, nipping near her hip before moving back down her waist and then along her side. All the while his paws worked either end of her, one stroking her chest and belly, the other caressing over that curvaceous rump and massaging near the base of her tail with firm squeezes. He let his claws press gingerly to her belly, stroking becoming a gentle scratching as he felt her up all over.

Her simple command to not stop got a growling groan of lust from the dire wolf. Sitka brought both paws to grab Keetie's waist and effortlessly rolled her onto her back, deftly positioning himself over her with his head at her chest and paws roaming along her sides from ribs to hips. Nibbling fangs and soft lips traced every inch of skin from her chest down her warm belly, letting his hot breath wash over her skin as he slid down her, settling between her legs. Massive paws followed the curve of her body down to trace the joints where her legs met her hips, nails raking up soft thighs while his kisses trailed back and forth over her waist, never dipping lower.

"I'm going to make you sing for me, Keetie," he spoke with his lips on her waist, his words vibrating with the wanton growl in his voice. Steel blue eyes peered up her body to her, watching her face for every reaction. "I'm gonna hear every note you can reach while I'm busy tasting you until I'm satisfied." A sly grin crept across his lips, and he let the claws on his paws bite into her thighs, nipping a bit firmer at her waist while he grabbed hold of her hips. "But first, I'm gonna hear you tell me what you want..."

"Sitka Thánatos"

She shivered delightfully at the feel of his nip against her hip. Murmuring at the feel of his paws in her chest. His claws raking over belly. When he grabbed her, she pretended to huff in annoyance at his disturbing her peace. Ruined by a soft laugh, and the ease in which he moved her.

Then her feigned sleepiness was shaken away by his growly words. She grinned up at his teasing, wicked expression. “You wish to hear my song?” she whispered, leaning forward on taut tummy muscles to bring her head closer to his. To bring her lips close to his. She leaned closer, as though to kiss him, and then latched her claws into his scruff and yanked him forward so he was collapsing on top of her. She also shifted her hip and shoved until they were rolling, and then she was on top of him. Looking down at him on the grass with her teasing eyes upon him. She wiggled her hips against him, feeling his desire. “Make me” she taunted him.

"Speech"