Culling Time [CLOSED]

[La_Reina]

Aya nodded and fought to stay awake as she let his baritone voice wash over her as she decided to forgo food and opted for the couch again. Interesting, Sven did want a wife; just not one thrust upon him like she was. She could understand. She didn't like being the butt of a joke or being forced onto someone. She nodded her head understanding this was a situation of helping a fellow human and not sexual. 'Pity,' she thought as her mind flashed back to seeing his thick, long, cock standing at attention and ready for her to touch, suck, fu-! Aya mentally shook her head to stop that train of thought.

"Oh, It was just coincidence about the lack of color and a safety thing." Aya nodded her head. Butch must not have cared if she had anyone looking for, but he hit the jackpot. No one would care if she was gone, maybe her landlord. Then again tons of black girls go missing all the time and it's not even on the news. Sven was right, her absence wouldn't even be a thought to most people. Aya started to tear up. No one cared if she lived or die ... except for this stranger who was promised to help her survive in the wild, so she could go back to a life that was ...

Aya let that thought trail off not wanting to think more on it. She just knew she couldn't be taken against her will and forced to marry another man (though technically that's what she did even though she didn't get a wedding or a dress or anything). "I see."

"That does help, thank you. Knowing no one will bother me, because I'm your headache," Aya said into the semi-lit room. She snuggled deeper into the couch and glanced at the door again with slight uncertainty. Butch was really pissed with her and ... Aya tried to stare at the door to see if she could spy a lock on it. She wasn't sure if she did. That had her heart hammering.

"Do you think you .. or I mean ... Sugarfoot would mind sleeping on the floor there," Aya pointed to the floor just in front of the couch. "Just in case... to be sure ... n one comes in. Sugarfoot could bark or something."

Aya waited for Sven's answers, but her eyes drifted closed and she was breathing deep. 30 seconds later her eyes flew open and she looked towards the door and then around her as though to make sure she was still safe. She pulled the covers up closer and her eyes landed on Sven. She gave a wan smile."Sorry, what were we talking about?"

 

[Shadoleopard]

Sven blushes. Hearing her say his headache makes him realize just how awkward that all sounds. Even more so than the general situation. Her almost asking him to stay close, warms him even more, washing away the embarrassment. Before he can respond, she is out like a light again. He winces, breath catching, listening to hers. She’s gorgeous, and at peace. Why does that make him ache? He opens the front door near silently, taking in the stars and moon, guesstimating there are still a couple hours until dawn.

Her voice pulls him back. He shuts the door. He walks near. “Don’t know if you’ll rightly believe me. I was telling you I’d love to have a Lifemate. ... BDSM is one thing... but I’m not willing to kidnap and force a woman to submit to my will. I want a partner. One who accepts me. Then you looked at the door, got a bit scared, like someone might intrude. You really must understand how taboo breaking and entering is here. Mel meant it when she said you’d be dead. Hence no locks. Plus, Sugarfoot can smell and hear anyone unwelcome in our den from anywhere in the house.”

He looks down, takes a breath, then looks her in the eyes, trying to convey his sincerity. “Now we we're at the maybe unbelievable bit. Despite your beauty and my uh… ungentlemanly show of attraction to you earlier, I swear I’m not trying to uh… Hell… You asked if I, then switched to Sugarfoot…. would uh…. sleep close? Here. With you. Near you, I mean. I think. The floor is bad on my back, the couch is too small even if I sat- you’d be half in my lap, literally, plus she and I really prefer to be near each other, and she’s already settled in my bed. It is biiig, and warm. And there would be two doors, a wolf, and a mountain between you and anything stupid enough to come into our home. But if I tell her to come and sleep/protect, I’m sure she will, again. Might pout at me for a bit. I think she enjoys my bed even more than me. And if you want, I could stay out here, but shit, the reason I offered the couch is because I assumed you wouldn’t want, well, ya know. But- I swear! You asked! So again, your choice, but my bed'll easily hold all of us, and is objectively better on every front. Unless you're one of the people who really like the little couch pillows. They will never be on my bed.”

He tries really hard not to think of her in his bed. He has never made that offer to anyone. She isn’t the only one made more easily roused by the greenery. Plus this beautiful woman may be about to be pressed all along him again. Sleeping with him. How is his body supposed to respond? And she just said she feels safer with him, at least. He finds a lot of long suppressed emotions roiling in his chest, thoughts bouncing around in his head.