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“Damn straight I am.” He chuckled while he held her closely once arms were found wrapped around his neck. Theron allows the shadows to engulf them, giving her plenty of kisses upon lips and cheeks as the coldness surrounds them. It doesn’t take too long for them to reappear at their destination. The warmth of night made him wish he could feel the cold of shadows, but honestly, Theron was meant for the heat. Fire does burn within his belly (metaphorically of course). A grumble of a growl vibrates within his chest as he picks his queen up and carried her off somewhat to plop down upon the ground. He shifts her gently, positioning Lucy just right to where he cuddled her between his legs. “Well…I know the last time I had asked you was a few years ago. So, I was wondering if you’d be ready to have another baby with me? Our little tanuki is old enough to handle herself now without our constant…whatever.” He huffed, a bit nervous about the topic from some reason. When is he ever nervous? “Now, I’m not bringing this up because I don’t have a fucking male heir. I don’t fucking care about that. The family has plenty of others to take the throne.” Eyes of red rolled in pure annoyance over silly political bullshit. “I want to have as many fucking kids with you as possible. I love you so fucking much, Lucinda. You drive me wild whenever I know you’re near. Your scent. The feel of your warm touch and soft fucking voice. How you feel against me. How you feel when I’m inside of you. Lucinda, I love you so fucking much that I could just eat you right up.” He mused, giving his queen a light tickle at her sides. “Mm, I just want to make love to you all the fucking time, little lamb. You know you’ll be the reason behind my madness. You’ve already infected me.” That shouldn't’ be taken as an insult anymore. Theron had came to terms with the “blessing” he had been given a long time ago. The tiger king buried his face within her soft locks and takes in the scent of her shampoo and added floral scents she produced on her own. He started to pant lightly while nibbling against Lucinda’s ear. “What do you say, little lamb? Do you wish for your tiger to breed you? To give you a child during your heat? Life can be the greatest gift, Lucinda. My gift to you on such a day.”
Upon arriving as the surface, Lucinda makes a soft chirp only to gasp as he pick her up. A fit of giggles escaped her tiers, allowing herself to be carried and resettled in his lap. She awaits for Theron to speak but bright eyes widen suddenly. A child? Lydia was very independent and his mother, Lilith, seemed to be keen of seeing her princess lesson through. The fossa would let Theron speak of the reasoning and why he loved her. Did that mean that having the throne would be temporary? Perhaps one day... Lucinda would’ve squeezed him, only for her expression to soft and smile to widen. “Of course, I want to have a large family with you. You promised to give me as many cubs. I always want you, to hold you, to be devoured whole by you and so much more. We are fated mates and I want my eternity with you. Yes, Theron. Please breed me. ” A kiss was planted deeply on his lips suddenly, tail swaying back and forth agressively.

















