#theprotoseasons

[thebeginningsoftheend]

So, wendy.i noticed you and theron are together. he's a cat. does that mean he has dick spines like other cats?

"Yes, we are together. Yes, he takes the form of a large cat usually. No, I'm not telling you if he has dick spines," Wendy growled, "What are you even wanting to know, grey face?"

[motherovernature]

.... sera is in a flirtacious mood...

>.> Spring... Farad... >w>

[thebeginningsoftheend]

Heat

Achak growled quietly, trying to shift away from the warm body pressed against her back. Strong arms held her still and claws sank into her flesh, a warning to keep still. Drew rumbled and nipped along her neck and shoulder. She fought against the treatment but was pulled back against him, this time facing his chest, as he fit her against him. The Horseman fought to keep a whine in as she was pressed close to him.

It was December,  a time she when she would usually go find Noroi or Cecil and just.... screw each other until the month was over. But this year, something was different.

She had to be practically bound to a fucking season, the Drenched Season, and she could not get away. He would not let her out of his sight. Achak knew he was probably messing with her. Drew could probably smell the heat and was being a dick by not letting her out of his sight.

Her frustration was only increased when her body decided it was attracted to Drew and would react to his touches. The entire day, Drew had been close, leaving lingering touches, meant to warn but instead causing her a dull ache.

The ache was actually always there, but she could ignore it. It wasn't as bad as the ache in her stomach, a minor irritation at best. But when December hit, she would go into heat and it became almost unbearable.

Now, pressed against Drew, the ache only grew and the Horseman could not help it when her breath became more ragged and a small whimper escaped her. Either Drew did not hear her, or more likely was ignoring her, as he did not move. Achak shifted slightly, trying to put some space between them, when she caught a glimpse of his face.

Drew... Drew was handsome, she thought. It's not something she would ever tell him, but he was. Even as a panther, his sleek form was graceful and somewhat alluring to the wolf. When she was not the victim of one of his attacks, she could appreciate this fact.

Eyes opened to watch her as she stared and for a moment, Achak imagined Drew grabbing her and kissing her, a searing hot kiss, one that branded her as his and no others. Another involuntary whimper escaped her and a flush rose to her cheeks as the vision sent lightening coursing through her body and intensifying the ache.    

The season pushed her over and climbed on top of her, watching as she squirmed. He leaned down and nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent. The action sent the Horseman into a tizzy, a true flush brushed across her face and a long, needy whine escaping her. Drew just watched with cold eyes, interested in her reactions only. Wendy hesitantly reached out, touching the plains of his chest and letting her nails scrap at his sides. He hissed at her, and she dropped her hands, letting them rest beside her.

Hands trailed the side of her torso and kneaded flesh, claws digging in slightly. She arched every time he dug in, rumbling. He slowly moved down her body until he was at her hips, massaging them with his claws. She growled in pain but that quickly turned to a whine of pleasure.

Everything thing he did fed into the ache. She couldn't think straight. He kept going, touches teasing and edging her on. Achak needed to do something about this ache, she needed just to have Drew do one more thing...

And he was gone. The Season had vanished from on top of her, leaving no trace. She felt too hot in her own skin suddenly and the ache between her legs hurt from being there too long. Achak's hands trembled as she pushed herself up and cursing The Wet Season for even existing. Blood rushed to her head as she stood and she saw white spots in front of her vision as she stumbled to the river, cooling her too hot skin and body.

How dare he do this to her, what right had he to toy with her in this way? He did not have one. She should have attacked him, slit his throat or... Achak sighed as she splashed cool water onto her face, letting the blush recede.

"...Hey, Drew," she called into the water, assuming he would her here, "You're a dick. Stupid cat. Stay away."

Achak got out of the water when the moon was high above her and her body had finally calmed. She padded back into the den, wrapping herself up in one of her pelts while laying on many others. It wasn't long until she drifted off to sleep.

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She really shouldn't have been surprised to feel a warm, solid body at her back when she came to. Achak jerked away from him, and today he let her. The Horseman rolled away, ending up facing him, eyes glaring accusingly at him.

Drew simply smirked at her and rumbled, pulling her back, flush against him. The force and closeness set the ache off again, and she growled threateningly. He simply laughed at her, keeping his angry, worked up, little alpha bitch close.

[motherovernature]

"Theron and you are gonna be parents!"

"What? Oh boy... how did that happen?" *ensue nervous laughing and trying to remember if something went down*

[thebeginningsoftheend]

[pp-pre-puppies] Theron rumbled and stalked into the den. "Littlle wolf? Are you sleeping?" he purred, settling down beside the horseman. A paw reached over, wrapping around her ribcage. Digging his claws in, he pulled her over to rest against him. He nuzzled her, nipping as she growled at him.

Achak snapped at him when he grabbed her, followed by a low growl as he nuzzled and nipped her. “Stupid cat," she snarled, “Get out of my den." She shifted, trying to get away even as claws dug into muscle, keeping her there. Reaching up, the Horseman clawed at his neck, demanding to be released.

[thebeginningsoftheend]

☻

Wendy: “I enjoy messing with Autumn’s season and attacking her season with famine."

[thebeginningsoftheend]

Drew stretched and lounged in a tree, looking the horseman over. Scars dotted the great lizard's body, few in number, but great in the skill it took to inflict them upon the embodiment of war. "What's the matter, newt, forget how to dodge? It looks like you got stabbed in the back a few time. Not a surprise, considering what you do to you.... 'family'..."

The Knucker Dragon snarled and snapped at the cat, quickly jerking his clothing back up over the scars. “Stupid cat," Cecil hissed, “My scars and my family are none of your concern. Now get out of my territory before I skin you."

[thebeginningsoftheend]

Summer gave a low whistle of awed admiration from the top of the tree. "Oi. Golden one. How many of those are from me?" He chirped as the wind swayed the branches he was resting on.

Conquest gave the man a rude gesture. “Not a single one. You’re not good enough to leave marks like these," he hissed. A low rumble came from the dragon as he shifted into the water of the spring, hiding the scars below the water’s surface. “Now, get out of here before I give you a couple of marks like these."