Relief is obvious in Dalamus' relaxed shoulders, glad to have reassured Sinbadaen of his control over himself, however slight. The thought of being in the grip of the Lion again in the future is.. almost embarrassingly tantalizing. But first, healing and rest. And then more practice. As excited as he is, he cannot ignore the potential dangers. Going through it without a plan a second time might be tempting fate.
He eagerly accepts the kiss, leaning into it, enjoying the sensation of Sinbadaen's facial hair tickling against his lips. The Lion was fun, but he is also glad to have back a face he can kiss so easily, and a voice that regards him with such fondness and care. Parting reluctantly, Dalamus places his hands on the floor behind him that he might lean back slightly and make any medical observations easier.
"Well, my ass, for one," he says with a grin upwards, proud of his answer. "Quite sore there; perhaps a massage may help. Other than that..." Dalamus pauses and glances down at himself to take mental inventory. Although not keen on listing his pains, not wanting Sinbadaen to feel guilty, he has long since learned that denying someone their chance to help will only make them feel worse.
"My throat is a bit sore, as I am sure you can hear. My back is sore all the way up; my lower back is complaining the most. My thighs feel weak and bruised although I do not think they are. All of the muscles around my middle are exhausted, and I feel bloated." Ruby eyes return to the mismatched amber and emerald of his partner. He gives a reassuring smile and gently leans against Sinbadaen. "I just need rest, and a bath. Perhaps some tea. And to stick to non-Lion sex for a while."
Ears perked up at Sinbadaen's next question, surprised that he did not know his own size. But then, this is the first time they have had sex with him in his Lion form. Perhaps he just never bothered to look. "I had the same concerns, at first. But as it turns out, while the rest of you is much larger, that part of you seems to remain mostly the same, aside from the barbs. Perhaps it is a lion thing? Although I admittedly do not know enough about lion penises to say for sure. Or other werebeast penises, for that matter."
A blessing in disguise, perhaps, that Sinbadaen's Lion form did not come equipped with a battering ram for a penis. Although his ass and abdomen might disagree.
Sin gave him an unamused look at his smug answer, but it was temporary until Dal began to list his aches. Sin nodded in agreement with his suggestion at a bath and tea, which is exactly what he would have recommended had Dal not done so first. Whatever possible amount of blush that had crept away from his cheeks quickly returned realizing Dalamus meant upon mentioning feeling bloated. Ultimately, he chose not to engage lest Dalamus get another chance to give him a smartass answer.
He didnt see any visible bruising upon the dunmer, at least not from where he sat, and if he had any, it was likely internal. A quick and gentle run of his hands along Dal's body confirmed nothing felt out of place, at least, dangerously so. Thank the gods vampires were resilient, he thought, almost weirded out as he realized that they were rather physically perfect for one another, at least in this context.
"Barbs?" Sin asked dumbly, bringing his eyes back up from his examination to meet his love's, his face blank as he registered what Dalamus had said--then his expression grew visibly confused. "Barbs??" Surely he wasnt mistranslating the word within his own head--usually that word meant dangerous spikes that stuck into things. And yet here was Dalamus insisting he wasnt injured, and Sin couldnt see any blood present anywhere, but still he couldnt wrap his head around it. "I-- I know absolutely nothing about true lions, so I cannot say anything either, but--barbs??"
He seemed too preoccupied with the inconceivable notion of a penis having barbs to register the also strange description of the size of his penis in Lion form.
Dalamus does his best to hide the state of his body through humor and charm, but he knows Sinbadaen can see through it. One did not need to be his lover to see how sore he is, the caution of his movements, how gingerly he sets himself down. But he is alright! He will heal! He is not.. well, he hurts a little bit, but he is not wounded.
Sinbadaen blushes and Dalamus grins in response, but he sobers somewhat as Sinbadaen drops his face into his hands. The vampire can sense the embarrassment, yes, but also the conflict warring within his lover, can see it in his shoulders. Dalamus places a hand on the werelion's thigh, stroking bare skin with his thumb in an attempt to offer some soothing presence while he wrestled with his thoughts.
The fang-filled grin returns full force at hearing that his lover had enjoyed their night together. It had been exhilarating, experiencing the extreme end of being the mate of a werelion. And when Sinbadaen professes his love, with that sweet smile of his and his voice so sure, Dalamus feels his heart swell again, his grin softening to an affectionate smile as he squeezes his lover's thigh in silent reciprocation. He wants nothing more than to climb into Sinbadaen's lap and kiss him, to hold him tightly until they are both warm again. But he continues to listen.
Sinbadaen's worries are not at all unfounded. Dalamus had had the same concerns just the other night. The smallest error could have resulted in wounds, broken bones.. or worse, with little-to-no effort at all on the lion's part. He had chosen to trust, but trust itself could not have prevented anything from going wrong. You could never hurt me, he wants to say, but it would only make him sound reckless. He wants to reassure, but does not wish to dismiss the very real risks.
"I... I am in a bit of pain, yes," he admits. He wants to lie, to save face, to assure Sinbadaen that there is no need to worry, but it would be no use. "I will heal. No permanent damage has been done, and as I mentioned, I rather enjoyed it. You have come so far in terms of control that I was willing to trust you in such a way even as a lion." Not that he would have been able to fight the lion off, but that, too, had come down to trust.
"The pleasure outweighed the pain. But I do hear you, my love, and we need not engage in such risk again if it worries you. Certainly not before my aches clear. It could have gone much worse, yes, but it did not, because you were in control. I am still here, eager, and unendingly in love with you." His voice is as ragged as the rest of him, but his face, his ruby eyes, soften as he looks upon his beloved.
Sin bit the inside of his cheek as Dal reminded him, very clearly, that he had come such a long way in controlling himself as a Lion, even in the time the pair had been together. He knew it, he could see the results for himself. It was hard for him to admit, especially to himself, but Dalamus being unharmed other than an extreme amount of what was normal for sex was pretty damning evidence. He had the memories to back it up as well, so he couldnt simply write it off.
He couldnt help but smile at his beloved, hearing Dal's reciprocated professed love. If it was something that Dalamus trusted him with, then all he could do was continue to work on his control--if Dal wanted another go in the future, who was Sin to deny him, especially if he had the ability to make sure it was done as safely as possible.
He scooted closer to Dal, being careful not to press against him too hard, as he didnt even know where he hurt yet, and moved in to give him a deep kiss. Upon parting, he gave the dunmer a physician's once-over. "Where do you hurt? Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked dotingly.
Then a burning question came forth from his brain that made his brows furrow. So curious was he that he didnt even seem to realize that he should blush at his asking: "Wait... How didnt I harm you? I have to be absolutely massive within Lion form--the rest of me is. I dont understand?"
Ah, despite his best efforts, he has woken Sinbadaen. Perhaps it is for the best, after all. Dalamus braces himself as the lion inhales deeply and he is lifted, then again as he gently rolls with the lion and is placed on the floor, presumably to make room for shifting back into a mer. With some mild discomfort, Dalamus sits up.
No matter how many times he bore witness to Sinbadaen's shifts, hearing his beloved's bones and joints snap and reshape is never easy. His ears lower and turn away as if to somehow avoid the sounds. He watches as the lion shrinks, as fur disappears, as the facial bones rearrange to conform to a mer's shape. It is difficult not to wince. Sinbadaen acts as though it is not so painful, never uttering so much as a whine. Dalamus is not entirely convinced.
But his heart swells with joy at seeing the Altmer's face, his ears perking up again and a smile gracing his features just as surely as one did Sinbadaen's. At his beloved's questions, Dalamus shakes his head mildly before somewhat unsteadily lifting himself slightly and leaning over to kiss Sinbadaen--kiss him in greeting, but also in reassurance, and in gratitude--then slowly sitting back down.
"Your apology is appreciated but unnecessary, love; I am unharmed," he assures, voice still hoarse from all his.. enthusiastic vocalizations. He clears his throat mildly, but it helps little. "I am.. incredibly sore everywhere, including muscle groups I did not know were involved, but I am unharmed." He gives a toothy, good-natured grin.
"I did not think I would enjoy it so thoroughly, and yet.. I find myself looking forward to the next time." An ear twitches with slight embarrassment at his presumptuous eagerness. "Ah, if there is a next time, if you would enjoy that. Did.. you enjoy yourself last night? If my lower half and the state of the room is any indication, I would guess so, but, I wish to hear how you feel about it."
Sin heartily returned the kiss, but his brows knitted in concern and empathy at how stiffly and sorely Dal was moving. He moved to sit up himself, carefully stretching his own muscles back into working order post-shift.
He watched his beloved speak, ears rolling back at how hoarse he was, his brows remaining knitted. Before he could retort that Dalamus quite obviously did not look unharmed, he was being told that Dal would like to do it again. The realization sunk in that he had enjoyed it, which unknitted his brows and brought a creeping but overwhelmingly dark blush to Sin's face, turning him totally amber.
He put his face in his hands. Their relationship had desensitized many aspect of sex for the altmer, and he'd even gotten to the point that casual talk of it did not bring him to blush. But, he had never once considered bedding his beloved in Lion form before--at least, not with a positive outcome. And certainly never considered it as a repeat affair. It was so far outside the realm of his consideration that he wasnt even sure how to reply.
He winced his eyes shut as he tried to put all his memories of his shift last night into chronological order. He had been wholly aware, truly had been, but his animal memory was tainted by instinct, and certain instincts were more powerful than others, causing those thoughts to be brought up first.
As he relived the experience with mer clarity, somehow he managed to grow a deeper color of amber than before, and it even tinted his ears. He let his eyes open to sweep across the state of the bedroom, and to examine Dalamus, then slow blinked them back shut.
"{Yes}," he replied, initially in altmeris, then cleared his throat and moved his hands to bury into his hair. "Yes," he clarified, returning to common. He opened his eyes to meet with Dal's. "Yes, I... thoroughly enjoyed myself. And, quite obviously, you as well." He couldnt help but chuckle, his blush staying right put where it was.
He embarrassedly moved a hand to scrub at his beard. "I ..quite honestly do not know what came over me... I felt the itch in my bones to shift and obliged, but... I... must have caught wind of you and... I love you." He let his hands drop unceremoniously into his lap, and gave the most sickly sweet, love drunk expression to Dalamus. "...Apparently that remains true in both of my shapes. ..But that also scares me. You say you are not injured, but you are quite obviously in pain, and my lapse of judgement is to blame--and I fear I could take it too far without meaning to. I was in control, and still managed.... this."
Dalamus' cheek presses into the fur of the lion's chest beneath him as he is gently lifted and lowered by its sleepy breaths. Beneath its ribs, a giant heart beats like a steady drum. Its rumbling exhales cause its entire body--and his--to shudder. Massive front paws lay across Dalamus' back, holding him closely, securely, strong and protective. A living pillow and blanket all at once, surrounding him in Sinbadaen's warmth, and his scent. He never thought he would come to enjoy the scent of a werebeast, but perhaps being his werebeast makes it different, somehow.
If anyone had told him but a few decades ago that he would love a werebeast, let alone have sex with a shifted one, he would have laughed to Masser and back. And yet, now, he cannot think of anything other than what happened last night.. and when they can possibly try it again. Although he might not say it aloud in such words, it felt nice to be used so thoroughly, to allow someone else to be entirely in control.
Right now his body aches--aches in ways he has not felt in decades, if not centuries. It is difficult to wear out a vampire, but 'worn out' is exactly how he would describe himself right now. Pleasantly so, having gotten some amazing sleep afterwards. He hopes Sinbadaen's sleep has been just as pleasant.
Although he is loath to accidentally wake the beast from its well-earned rest, a somewhat pained groan escapes him as he shifts slightly. Fur sticks to unceremonious places as he moves his lower half, repositioning his knees more directly underneath him so his sore abdomen does not press so uncomfortably on the end of Sinbadaen's ribcage. He also turns his head to hide his eyes from the sun which is trying so fervently to rouse them.
Dal's shifting and pained groan roused the Lion just enough to make it aware of it's own uncomfortable position, having been sleeping in one spot for far too long for the massive beast. It drew an extra large breath, stretching it's ribs as wide as they would extend, before loosing it in a heavy huff, seeming to wake itself with it. A different type of exhaustion wracked it's form--a tell-tale sign it had spent far too long as a Lion for it's body to sustain, and the itch to shift back bit at it's bones.
It registered the weight atop it, and gave a sleepy grumble that somehow sounded positive, for such a large and intimidating creature. Tightening it's paws on the mer, gently but protectively, it swung it's hind legs in counterbalance in order to carefully roll onto it's side, bringing Dalamus with it in order to gingerly set him on the floor beside it.
It gave him a contented sigh, seemingly in preemptive reassurance. It didnt give him a chance to reply before the telltale crack of joints changing and realigning harkened the beast's shrinking form. The Altmer replacing the huge creature breathed heavily from the exertion, but bit back any sounds of pain, regardless of whether it was obvious the shift was excruciating.
He took a few moments to allow the pain to pass before opening his eyes to meet with Dal's. He gave him an adoring smile, his eyes softening after being clouded with pain. "Good morning, my love," he greeted, his voice cracking as he stretched reformed vocal cords on the first two words.
He moved a hand to brush hair out of his own face, allowing the sunlight filtering through the window to catch it like a halo. "I... apologize greatly for taking you off guard, last night... I am not entirely sure what came over me. Are you okay? Did I injure you?" he asked, moving his hand then to caress Dal's arm and shoulder.
A blisteringly hot huff of breath woke Dalamus with a start. His red eyes met odd-colored yellow and green, and plumes of strawberry blonde fur filled his vision as a soft, dry leather nose plunged itself into the open space between his chin and neck.
“Ah, Sinbadaen has shifted,” he thought to himself and a light chuckle escaped him as he lifted a sleepy hand to pet the enormous head intruding on his space. “Good morning, Sinbadaen,” he tried to coo, but it didn’t come out quite as playful as he wanted, with the sleep constricting his voice.
The Lion seemed to pick up on it though, and gave a breathy huff, indicative of a laugh, washing Dal in more of it’s hot breath. It’s equally hot tongue breached it’s huge jowls to physically wash Dal’s cheek, resulting in a more awake and hearty chuckle.
Dalamus freed his other hand from the beast’s weighty head and gave it scritches under the chin, which it replied with a content sigh and pressing its weight into his hand. The rest of the beast he could hardly see was sitting on the floor beside their bed, it’s collective enormous weight far too much to even try fitting into their bed lest it break it to splinters. He could hear it’s thick weapon of a tail beating against the floor every so often.
It didn’t take terribly long for Dalamus to register that it was still dark inside the room and his night vision was engaged, thus concluded that it had to still be nighttime. Before he could react to this information, the beast lifted its head from his chest. It didn’t go far though, just enough to nose at the vampire’s nightshirt, it’s huge shape ever so gingerly maneuvering to bury itself underneath.
It’s hot breath warmed the vampire’s core, though Dal couldn’t help but lightly giggle at the sensation. He reached for the beast’s muzzle and pet it for a moment before he realized that the Lion was not just burying its face under his shirt, but was lifting it, shoveling it upward with his huge frame and toward Dal’s arms as though to take it off.
Confusedly, groggily, the sensation pulled a pleased sound from the vampire. “Sinbadaen?” he muttered questioningly.
The call of it’s name prompted the huge creature’s tongue to emerge and ever so gently lick the vampire’s torso. It’s rough, barbed tongue danced across his skin, the sensation prompting a shiver from Dalamus. For some reason, it wanted his shirt off, so he sleepily obliged. The beast’s weight shifted and it got closer to the bed in response. Reflexively, his hands went back to the Lion’s muzzle, holding it gently as it moved across his body.
Tongue was replaced by the small front teeth of the beast’s maw, it moving with such delicate precision that just barely the tips of it’s teeth brushed, feather lightly, against Dalamus’ stomach. The sensation drew a fluttering breath into the vampire’s chest—that pulled him from his groggy state. Before he could say a word, the Lion’s teeth had traveled down across his sensitive stomach and had hooked themselves at the waistband of his sleeping trousers. He blinked, trying to form a coherent thought in his head at what in oblivion the Lion was on about. It grasped the fabric between it’s jaws and pulled delicately downward, eyes lifting to meet with Dal’s.
Blood, warmed by the Lion’s great heat of a presence, rushed to his cheekbones as he realized what the huge beast was actually after. He drew a shaky breath. “Sinbadaen…? Are you.. Wholly in control?”
It’s eyes danced as it’s nostrils flared and a great, rolling sound emerged from its chest, not terribly dissimilar to a dog who had learned to “whisper” but not bark. Sin had been practicing “verbal” communication with Dalamus while in Lion form, and Dalamus recognized the sound as an affirmatory one.
The resulting hot breath awashed his sensitive stomach, tensing Dalamus’ groin in anticipation. His thoughts swam in grogginess and apprehension; Sinbadaen had never shown sexual interest while shifted into Lion form, but if Dalamus was reading him correctly, the day had come that he’d been concerned about. After all, the Lion was well over eight feet tall, and it’s weight compared to that of Skyrim’s heaviest horses. He trusted his beloved partner, but so much apprehension swam in his head.
And yet… the Lion was so gentle.. and so patient—aside from the occasional slap of it’s tail against the floor as it emoted. It seemed Sin was wholly in control of himself, but Dal could only focus on how small of an error, how the slightest of lax of concentration, had to occur for the huge creature to hurt him. Not that he couldn’t heal it off, but it wasnt Dal’s favorite idea—he had seen what the Lion was capable of, and it wasnt a pretty sight.
But the creature, at the moment, was as placid and gentle as a kitten, watching him. Pleading with him. He could feel it in it’s great breaths.
He closed his eyes, drinking in the Lion’s hot breaths. He chose to trust his partner.
“Very well,” he drawled sleepily.
He felt the bed move as the Lion shifted it’s weight, heard the click of it’s claws as it grabbed into the floor for purchase as it stood on all fours. He lifted his hips so the Lion could freely remove his trousers, and that it did, gently pulling the fabric down his legs and off to unceremoniously drop them to the floor at the end of the bed. His eyes opened in time to watch the great beast’s head move back to his body, locking eyes with him as it’s soft, leathery nose hovered near his sensitive stomach.
Dalamus took inventory of himself as he watched the creature’s huge head in anticipation. He hadnt noticed before, but as the Lion’s great tongue gently washed his stomach and down onto his thighs, Dal caught sight of his own penis, half mast—was that just from Sin’s slight toying so far, or had he gotten that way in his sleep? The creature’s nose disappeared between his legs and there was a moment of tense apprehension before the Lion’s tongue ever so delicately touched down at his perineum, and dragged upward, taking his scrotum with it.
Now he was awake.
An involuntary, deep moan loosed itself from Dal’s chest. If he wasnt fully erect before, he certainly was as the Lion’s tongue moved in for another pass, this time engulfing his penis with it’s rough barbs. Dal’s back arched as he loosed another involuntary moan. His hands reflexively reached to grab the beast’s nose as it bathed him in the best oral he had ever had, it’s massive tongue the perfect size, temperature, and texture that made Dal’s head swim. He bared his fangs in a tiredless yawn of pleasure, his mouth open to freely allow moans to leave him unmuffled.
The Lion stopped before he could get too close to orgasming, leaving Dalamus grasping needily at the Lion’s face. He didn’t need to breathe, but the breaths came reflexively, gasping for air to fuel sounds that he swore made the Lion’s jowls pull into a smile. And get Sin’s face he did, as the Lion moved to nuzzle his chest for a moment. Fear that the Lion had simply teased him for fun, his hands frantically grabbed at the Lion’s mane. But, before Dalamus could whimper, “Please, don’t leave me like this—”, the creature’s nose pushed under his shoulder in the universal companion animal sign to “get up”.
Could he? He wasnt sure his legs would work like this, even to find out what the Lion had planned for him next. Grasping Sin’s mane for leverage, the Lion essentially pulled him up into a sitting position for him. Sitting up, he could see the Lion’s tail swishing in excitement and for balance, especially as the Lion stooped on it’s back legs to lift it’s huge, unnervingly human-like front paws from the floor. Those paws gently grasped Dalamus’ arms, prompting him to let go of it’s mane—so he did. He surely couldn’t do anything to fight against those incredibly strong paws, so he watched with need thinly veiled by curiosity. From the Lion’s new stance, Dal could see that it’s light pink penis was fully erect, standing at attention against it’s huge testicles. He hardly had a chance to internalize and blush at the realization of what he was truly in for. Especially as, in the darkness, he couldn’t pick out exact details of the penis’ shape—but from what he could tell, it wasnt much different size than Sin’s normally was as a mer, curiously enough. Perhaps slimmer, but were his eyes deceiving him—did it have barbs on the head?
In a motion too fast for even Dalamus’ enhanced vampiric reflexes to react to, the Lion had let go of his arms and had delicately grabbed him under the armpits, not dissimilar to how one would pick up a child. His senses caught back up to him after he’d been hoisted into the air like a naughty cat, back pressed against the Lion’s furred chest, leaving him baffled at how blisteringly fast the Lion’s movements were for how bulky it was. The Lion first digits prodded into his underarms, prompting him to lift them. He did so, curiously, looping his arms around the Lion’s mighty neck and lacing his fingers into it’s mane for purchase. The beast’s head came to rest over his shoulder and against his chest, tickling him with it’s long fur, and warming him with it’s exerted breaths.
Dalamus’ blush that had died down returned as the Lion adjusted it’s grip, moving one large paw to grasp under his left knee and pull it back against his chest, the other paw moving to his right thigh, cupping his buttcheek in it’s huge paw pads. He stuffed his face into the Lion’s mane as it’s digits poked and prodded around his groin, the tip of one tender, yet sharp claw unsheathing to hone in on his anus. The sensation pried a shaky moan from the vampire, muffled by the beast’s fur. He relaxed in anticipation of the sharp claw sliding inside, but it stayed where it was—instead, the Lion shifted it’s weight and used it’s purchase as a guide to press the head of it’s penis against his entrance.
He gritted his teeth against the beast’s intrusion, letting off a drawn out hiss of air as the claw retreated, and the Lion’s length pushed deeper into him. His estimation on the Lion’s size seemed correct as it bottomed out in him, fur tickling his stretched anus. That was no where near as scary as he’d been apprehending, and just when he’d brought himself into a sense of security at knowing that it was essentially the same as he was used to, the Lion pulled out.
An involuntary shriek of a gasp escaped him at the sensation, his estimation of the Lion’s penis having barbs also having been correct. It didn’t feel like they were doing any damage, but the sharp, dragging sensation definitely hurt. It wasnt a hurt he didn’t enjoy though.
His arms tensed around the Lion’s neck, holding on for what felt like dear life as the beast began to thrust regularly, the barbs grabbing delightfully painfully at his insides with each out-stroke. His breaths came rhythmically with the Lion’s movements, releasing each time with what was probably a beautiful symphony of moans to the Lion’s ear that was awfully close. It shifted it’s right paw’s grip, balancing his weight on it’s arm and gently grabbing his penis with it’s rough, calloused paw pads.
He orgasmed embarrassingly easily after that paw gripped him. The texture of the pads, the heat of it’s paw, and the strength of it’s grip, in concert with the delightful penis inside of him and the earlier oral sent him spilling over the edge, whether he wanted to hold it in or not.
And yet, the Lion continued.
Dalamus moaned Sin’s name, which only seemed to encourage the beast to speed up and lengthen the amount of it’s penis it used to stroke with. Dal’s chest heaved, and ejaculate unceremoniously spewed over the beast’s paw as it’s barbs stroked against his prostate. He choked on moans too thick to escape his chest at the sheer ecstasy of each stroke, his body a melted mess in the Lion’s hands, even his hands betraying him and releasing the Lion’s mane.
He was given reprieve when the Lion bottomed out in him once more, his body trembling as the muscled mass held him aloft. His penis twitched each time the Lion’s within him did. He was allowed to come back to his senses, the Lion’s green eye watching him from it’s head’s place over his shoulder. It didn’t seem done, didn’t feel as though it had finished, but he was thankful for the moment of blissful still, able to feel the tickle of fur against his overstretched hole, the beast’s heavy chest movements as it breathed, it’s paw still holding his penis in a grasp he didn’t think could ever be bested, it’s strong arms holding his limp body so delectably tightly close.
“Oh Sin…” he breathed, the only coherent thought he could get to coalesce in his pleasure-muddled brain.
The Lion’s lip drew back in a grin. It could grin? Ah, it was probably grinning because it had reduced him to using it’s shortened name, something Dalamus was usually beloathed to do. Now he couldn’t form words enough to use his beloved’s full name, and that was it’s doing. It was right to be proud of itself.
Then it shifted it’s grip—not that Dalamus could protest much against it, with his body little more than a jellyfish at the moment. The Lion released his penis and moved it’s paw back under his arm, then again with it’s other paw. With the beast still inside him, he found himself being laid on the bed, face down, legs hanging off the side of the bed, a whimper being drawn from his chest at the sensation of the beast’s penis jostling about inside him at the repositioning. Before he could form any semblance of strength to move at all, the Lion’s paws gently grasped his arms, and in no uncertain terms pinned him to the bed. Not with it’s full weight, but with a pressure enough that even fully capable Dalamus couldn’t escape. He whimpered once more as the Lion shifted it’s hind paw placement to change stance and jostled within him again.
Initially bewildered why he was laid down, one final coherent thought formed in his mind before the Lion began to thrust again: “Oh... He tired of this bipedal nonsense.”
And that it had. With an untamed fury indicative of the wild animal within him, the werelion relentlessly began to truly fuck his beloved vampire. Despite being more bipedal than a feral lion, the werelion’s legs were perfectly balanced to thrust with breeding intent.
And perfectly it did, each full stroke tantalizingly brushing Dalamus’ sweet spot, then bottoming out only to go again, never losing it’s fast and almost desperate pace. Each slap of it’s furred and heavy testicles against his, the brush of his prostate with the Lion’s barbed head, and its intense pace made him moan and ejaculate. He knew he was going to be so sore when Sin was done with him.
By the time the Lion buried itself in him the first time, Dal was already hoarse, his brain clouded and lost in the fog of intense pleasure. The beast’s pause was at first considered to be a final reprieve, as through the haze he could register the twitching of it’s barbed penis and the low, inaudible rumble releasing from it’s chest indicative of it orgasming. At least one thing didn’t change between his beloved’s shapes. The brain fog began to dissipate as he thought it was done, but he quickly realized it was just paused, soaking in his pleasurable insides after dumping it’s load. It’s heavy breathing warmed him pleasantly, but he finally knew it wasnt done with him when it’s breath hitched in preparation to begin again.
Dalamus lost count of how many times Sin had paused to orgasm within him. He counted up to three, but his brain was too mush after that to register anything but the pleasurable pain. At some point in the endless night, the incoherent curiosity occurred to him of, who would be wrung dry first: him, or his beloved?
Final reprieve eventually arrived with the Lion’s paws trembling from exertion on Dal’s arms. It had paused long enough after it’s last orgasm for some semblance of coherency to come back to Dal’s brain, even if that was just enough to register the beast pulling back one final time to leave the vampire’s wrecked body with a gentle tug. Semen followed the path of least resistance once the plug had been pulled, and unceremoniously waterfalled from Dal’s insides to trail down his testicles and the inside of his right thigh. With his voice already so hoarse, he could only release a ragged breath at the sensation.
Before the Lion stepped away, it gently, lovingly ran it’s tongue across Dalamus’ back and gently pressed its nose against the side of his head, buried as it was in the mattress, to affectionately snuffle briefly against his ear. After a brief cuddle of it’s enormous head against his back, it took it’s paws from Dal’s arms and stepped away. Too brain muddled to register where the beast had gone, Dal simply laid in place in the afterglow.
Shafts of sunlight indicating morning had come shone through the window as Dal’s senses finally came back to him. With new coherency and alertness, he took inventory of himself. He was well and truly embedded in the mattress; he ached, whole body, but in the most amazing of ways; as he shifted to prop himself up on his elbows, he registered an unusual sense of fullness in his abdomen—oh right.
Just how much ejaculate did the Lion have?? He wondered bewilderingly to himself as he managed to look around the room.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Lion, curled on the center of their bedroom floor, snoozing away. He didn’t even have the decency to retake mer form to join him afterward--
His shifting attracted the Lion’s attention, and it opened it’s yellow eye to watch him. Dalamus swallowed against his raw throat and managed to say, as playfully as he could manage: “You jerk.”
The beast seemed to grin, and slow blinked at him before lifting its head to yawn. It stretched full body before rolling cutely on it’s back, belly presented to it’s lover. It’s groin and testicles were still damp, making it hard to gauge how much time had passed.
Dalamus heaved himself off the bed, legs shaking as they still weren’t entirely back in working order after the punishment his lower half endured. The Lion reached out it’s front paws in a “hug” motion, like a kitten reaching for a favored toy. Dal resignedly, carefully stepped over to the huge creature and willingly fell onto it’s chest, using it as a giant body pillow. It wrapped both paws around him, cradling him in a comforting hug, supporting Dal’s body just as it had earlier that night. Lions couldn’t purr like cats, but it did its best closest approximation, as a low rumble that was pleasantly comfortable for the battered vampire vibrated it’s chest. It ever so delicately washed his face with it’s tongue, intermittently rubbing it’s head on Dal’s.
“I would love some forewarning next time, should you need to use me as breeding stock again, Sinbadaen,” Dalamus managed to croak, as teasingly as he could.
The Lion’s ears rolled back in apology, it’s feline face somehow taking on a sheepish look. It seemed to try to loose a pathetic mewl, but being such a huge creature it came out far more intimidating.
Dal couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m not angry, my love. That was beyond amazing. I would just like to know that I’m going to be absolutely destroyed for a few days, ahead of time.”
🌕 And when you speak to me, it feels like the sun is caressing my cheek ☀️
❤️ Happy Heart's Day! ❤️
This has been a work in progress since January of 2022. I worked on the sketch on and off, and in these last several weeks I made it my goal to color and add a background/shading/lighting. I'm extremely happy with the results :) I love these two so much!
Sinbadaen's golden charm bracelet was a gift from Dalamus, pretty but not too overt, and made to expand so it can withstand changes into Sin's Lion form without breaking.
Strawberries, especially chocolate-covered strawberries, are Sin's favorite. Knowing this, Dalamus attempted to grow some strawberries, with.. moderate success. And the gifting of said strawberries led to the first utterance of "I love you" between the pair.
Ferns symbolize hope and confidence, and yarrow symbolizes courage.
Dalamus' red scarf was a gift from Sinbadaen, being Dal's favorite color and also a practical article of clothing both for shielding from the sun or against the cold (if only to blend in).
Thief of Virtue, already having been one of Dal's favorite books, was also a book Sinbadaen read to Dal for comfort during a tumultuous time in his life.
Wouldn’t be controlled by the phases of the moon, so as long as they have the energy for it their transformations are much more controlled
Transforming just to take a nap, because honestly, what kind of nap is it if you can’t curl up into a ball
Sneaking around wherever they want because cats are small, quiet, and common
Making friends with a weretiger from Indonesia and treating this enormous, majestic beast as a kitten because “I don’t care how big and stripy you are, you’re younger than me”
Having random, violent bursts of energy. (*crash* “Teddy you better not have pulled down the curtains again, or so help me—”)
Being kind of weirded out by people who keep pet cats
Being found hanging out with previously mentioned pet cats
Being very quiet or very loud (“Kaja, honey, could you please do your singing in human form.”)
Fond of chin scratches and group naps
But most of all: keeping their cat behaviour in human form:
The playful paw-swat. (They end up accidentally slapping people in the face)
Slow blinking
Friendly, possessive headbutts
“You take out that laser pointer and I will scratch you.”
“But you like the laser p—”
“I do not.”
Soft ‘prrrt?’ noises when being woken up
Pushing objects off tables when annoyed
Just, so much purring
(Bonus points for all if they’re friends with the cat-werewolf)
Those were my feelings about werecats, thank you for your time
thinking about werewolves and the concept of becoming a monster and discovering that something savage and uncontrollable exists within you and the potential that has to be a liberating narrative about growth and change and courage rather than a story about controlling and concealing it
Being a werewolf is about shame. I think it’s also about anger, trauma, not belonging, and the fear that you might be unlovable.
The shame of being a werewolf has to be that you were bitten by the wolf, and you survived. You survived because you became the wolf yourself. You are this terrible, monstrous thing, and the terrible, monstrous thing is you. It’s the part of you that survives the attack, and it’s terrifying that this is you.
I feel like werewolves are people who are very hurt. Not only that, they’ve spent their lives up to this point trying as hard as they can being whatever the opposite of a werewolf is—something tame, something yielding, something that’s not angry and unpredictable and bestial. But the Wolf is also them. Because no matter how much you don’t believe it, you want to make it. You want to survive, and you will fight so that you will live.
Or werewolves are people who are incredibly afraid. It’s about the inevitability of not being lovable; being a monster is unforgivable. It’s about the inability to withstand anything that will happen to you. It’s about your body betraying you. It’s about carrying a terrible and ugly you inside you, locked up where no one can see it, because the thought of anyone else seeing that you is unbearable. It’s about all of those things and more.
I think the Wolf is the part of you that loves you, unconditionally. It’s the part of you that bites when something tries to hurt you. When something tries to put you back in the place you’re supposed to be. Of course it’s scary. It’s scary to find that you are impossibly strong and maybe selfish, and that your self-hatred isn’t enough to save you from the savage, stubborn knot of self-love you carry in your chest. But it’s also the answer to that question: What if I am awful? What if I am terrible, too terrible to look at, too terrible to love? What if you are a monster? Well, what then?
—Clairvoyance—
Photo by @a.curious.ape That moment when a feasting lion flicks his eyes up at you, just to let you know that he hasn’t forgotten about you. #Wild #Lion #Nature #Wildlife #Animals #Natures #Igs_Africa #Wildeyesa #MaasaiMara #Saveleopards #IgscWildlife #Earthcapture (at Maasai Mara National Reserve, Kenya)
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