The minute Ranulf's tail shot into the air was the moment when the feline laguz knew that something was off in the world around him.

Many might have thought that him having such a reaction was strange to his rear appendage doing as it did odd, however, years of honing his subconscious instincts while working within the shadows had given him the sense to know when some facet of his current reality had changed for the worse. Even more disturbing was the fact that it wasn't often that his wiry, teal blue tail made such a movement; given the facade of calm that he often revealed to the world, one would think that the feline laguz wouldn't care about such an odd happening, however the truth of his persona, which was kept well hidden from everyone in order to lower their guard, made it so that the cat was on instant alert for whatever thread of danger he had inadvertently tripped upon. His minty-green left eye and purple right eye quietly scanned about the bustling camp that he was walking through as he tried his best to subtly reach out with his senses for whatever had just disturbed him.

When nothing obvious jumped out at him, the feline laguz became ever more nervous. Experience had long since taught him the danger of ignoring the unspoken warnings of the world, one such moment even leaving a mark on him that still ached whenever the skies grew heavy with rain, and so, as he moved steadily about the grassy knoll underneath his feet, his lips upturned in his patent smile as he nodded a polite greeting to those who he came across, Ranulf found himself almost wishing that whatever had disturbed him from his afternoon musing made itself apparent, seeing as he could easily deal with the known maladies of the world once they were in front of his face. A growl attempted to tear free from his throat when, minutes later, that spark of trepidation failed to reveal its source. Black irises narrowed into dangerous slits as Ranulf cursed whatever was bothering him; the fear that whatever unseen element was close by could possibly reach out to kill him, or someone within the camp, gnawed at his heart like a rabid dog as the seconds ticked by in tandem.

Those who hid within the shadows of the world, who had eyes and senses just as keen as his own, were the ones that often left their marks deepest in those around them. It was due to this fact that Ranulf made sure to always keep a close eye on the blue haired human named Ike, for it would be ever so easy for someone with ill intentions to introduce the mercenary leader's warm heart to the tip of a cold dagger, given how open the beorc was with those around him. Ranulf had often chided the other for allowing so many to be so close to him, especially given that he did not know of their histories, nor their respective temperaments at time of meeting, and yet the swordsman had refused to take his warnings with any amount of seriousness, a fact which often literally drove Ranulf up the wall. But such was the bane of his existence, as could easily be seen by the feline laguz having to deal with the hot-blooded prince, Skrimir. More than once had Ranulf wanted to wring both men's necks following one of their foolhardy escapades, but the lady of luck and good fortune had seen fit to slap the hand of death away from them, thus Ranulf was left grinding his fangs together in constant aggravation. A feat for which he was doing now as he quickened his pace.

The sound of his heart rapidly beating within his ears momentarily deafened the feline laguz as thoughts about the unspoken 'thing' which was happening so close to him ate away at his rationality. He kept himself together by buckling his claws into the smooth palms of his hand and then squeezing tight. The pain of his natural weapons digging deep into his tender skin forced his lips to wrinkle back, thus revealing to the world pearl white fangs which were all too eager to snap across the throat of whatever force was terrifying him so deeply. Ranulf did not like to feel frightened, the emotion being one which had hounded him for so very long following his birth that he actually felt sick to his stomach whenever it grappled onto his mind. Memories of worse times, all filled with the existential dread of wondering if this was the moment when the flame of his life would be snuffed out, had once frozen him to his core during his younger years. Now though, such thoughts made him stop and shake his head.

He was better than this!

He had molded into himself into someone who should never let fear overcome him, at least that's what he wanted to believe, but after checking in on Skrimir and finding the lion laguz suffering through having his red mane braided by Mist, both he and the beorc girl turning to look at him with long-suffering looks, though for wildly different reasons, Ranulf felt even more afraid than he already was. He didn't allow his face to show it though, the feline laguz simply blinked at the pair before nodding and then swiftly moving on about his way. At any other moment in time the teal cat would have loved to stick around and tease the red lion about his looks as he got his hair twisted about by the human girl, but that feeling of danger was now screaming so wildly within his head that Ranulf found himself hissing as his long tail cruelly lashed at the air behind his back. 

Ranulf had no idea where he was going, his body was simply moving on instinct right then as he tried to seek out the alien thing which he had no words for. The fear, potent and thick like a spiced wine, now clawed at his psyche so deeply that he felt himself on the verge of tears.

What the hell was wrong?!

His answer finally came when he went to check in on Ike and found the blue haired mercenary leader missing from his tent.

He moved like lightning after that, his lithe form all but racing around the buzzing camp as he tried to find the overly tall beorc.

When no one within the mercenary company seemed to know where the beorc was, Ranulf felt as though his heart would slam out of his chest.

Pleasebealright!Pleasebealright!Pleasebealright!Pleasebealright!Pleasebealright!Pleasebealright!

These words rang within the feline laguz's head like a mantra as he took to sniffing the air for his human. Ranulf cursed himself for leaving the other alone when, after nearly ten minutes of searching, he failed to find the other. A tight knot of desperation coiled deep within his chest as he imagined the worst having happened to the young man. To keep himself from completely coming undone, Ranulf pulled himself off to the side, well out of sight of those passing by, and then slammed his fist into the unforgiving ground hard enough to split the earth apart. That his hands became soaked in blood following his claws ripping into his skin was something that failed to catch the cat's attention, that was just how intense his all-consuming desperation over Ike's well-being had become

He had to find the other.

Had to make sure that he was safe.

Everyone was counting on him to do so.

No.

In truth, no one was counting on him to perform such an act, save for himself. The reason why being something that the feline laguz didn't want to think about, as the road that particular question cut through was one that he dared not traverse. Better to leave things as simple concern for the man who was leading so many into the arms of their next battle, rather than try and paint a picture of what his emotions really wanted to tell him.

It was with this thought in mind that Ranulf found himself returning to Ike's tent, his pert nose flaring all the while. 

If ever asked, the average laguz would forever deny using his or her sense of smell to categorize and navigate the world, as such things were seen as far too animalistic for the age for which they lived, and yet the truth of the matter was that all of their kind, no matter the age, or class, piloted their way through life with their nose more so than their eyes. This was how the peace loving Mordecai was able to fight so well, even with his golden eyes closed during battle This is why Ranulf found himself lowering his head to the carpeted floor of the mercenary leader's tent in order to catch a whiff of the other.

Breathing in the pungent odors of iron, wood, straw, leather, sweat, blood, and musk, Ranulf found himself all but crawling across the floor like the animal he was as he tried to pick up the distinct scent which made up 'Ike' the human. It was a hard fought battle, as there had been so many people coming and going within the secluded area that the cat found himself growling and hissing in annoyance as he picked up the smell of the person he wasn't looking for. It was only after Ranulf made his way over to Ike's bedroll, which was folded up neatly over by the side of the tent where the shadows were the heaviest, that the feline laguz found what he was searching for.

The sweet, masculine scent of the young beorc was potent as always as he unfurled the wool and then rubbed his tan nose into the heart of the material. Mint green and purple eyelids narrowed heavily as Ranulf drank in the musky odor that only that particular beorc could give off. Spicy, sharp, hot, and very powerful, completely befitting a man who both wore his thoughts on his sleeve and fought with the fury worthy of any laguz, Ranulf was helpless to resist the quivers which raced throughout his lanky form as he imprinted his senses with the scent belonging to his...the human. The purring groan which echoed within his throat following all the blood within his body going south was not a feat for which he was proud of at the moment, though to be fair he would never have been proud of it anyway, not even if Ike was there, naked and sweaty from the day's work, his tree trunk thick legs spreading wide as he rolled his muscular battle scarred body...

Ranulf hissed when his ears caught the sound of someone calling for Ike. Pulling his head away from the wool mat, the feline laguz jumped up and turned around right as a familiar head popped into view.

The sight of Soren looking at him rather curiously wasn't something that Ranulf tried to think about as he made a beeline past the mage. Had this been any other moment in time, the cat would have happily irritated the black haired man with a joke or two as he tried to question him as to Ike's whereabouts, but as was, Ranulf was on the hunt, and so he completely missed the sharp red eyes which looked over his bloodstained hand, raised tail, and narrowed ears, the same as he did the voice that called out to him.

It took a few minutes to find Ike following his breathing in the other's musk, as the beorc's rich scent, which was so deep within Ranulf's nose it was actually making the cat feel dizzy, was easy enough to trace, seeing as he had taken a back route to getting to where he needed to go. Ranulf had, once again, chided the beorc about doing such things, as it was easy enough for those he didn't want to, to follow after him, but the human had assured him that all would be well enough before walking off from that particular conversation. The feline laguz shook his head as he tried not to think about how easily he was to be dismissed by those of a higher command as he stepped into the gloomy tent standing in front of him.

- - - - - -

Ranulf froze at the sight which greeted him, because he was sure that what he was seeing...couldn't have been right.

Surely there wasn't a barely clothed, blue maned laguz slumbering in the middle of the camp's storage tent. That was impossible, as one, there were no other lions within the mercenary group, two, there shouldn't have been any other laguz within the current area in question, given that he had personally scouted the area early on just to make sure that everyone would be safe bedding down here, and three, just no.

Reaching up to rub his eyes with the back of his wrist, Ranulf was sure that he had to have been having some sort of twisted daydream, as he could not be looking down at the handsome, if slightly chubby, figure of a man covered in dried white stains...of which smelled heavily of salt and masculinity. 

Nope. 

None of this was happening right now, because surely no one in their right mind would have actually snuck into someone else's camp just to pump a load out onto himself and much of the floor. That would have just been too crazy to be real! And that was saying something, considering the menagerie of weirdos for which were currently collected underneath Ike's banner.

'I don't have time for this right now, I need to find Ike.' Ranulf thought as he prepared to turn away from the tent to go and sniff out the mercenary commander, however, something tugged him backwards, thus making him stop before he could get too far.

Returning his slightly unimpressed gaze to the hairy, blue maned lion laguz, Ranulf tried to make sense of what he was seeing and why it was drawing his attention.

Whoever the other was, he certainly wasn't someone who the feline laguz had met before, as the cat knew almost all the lion laguz that lived within Gallia, he had to, seeing as many of them were of the upper class, and thus friends/associates/or enemies of his king. The joys of being a royal retainer were such that he pitied anyone who actually thought the job was easy.

So did that mean that he was from another country? 

No. 

That didn't make sense, seeing as lion laguz were a rather insular species who did not like to travel far from the seat of their king. So where did this striking male, with a very fat manhood barely being contained within his semen stained fundoshi, come from? And why was Ranulf's heart beating so fast inside his ribcage as he looked over the treasure trail of sticky, blue fur which ran from the other's throat down to his clothed manhood? Surely he could not have been physically excited by this...hobo?

He had standards after all! Or at least, he thought he did.

Desire, unspent from many months of working alongside both Ike and Skirmir in their current campaign, made the cat slowly lick his tongue across his full lips; it was no secret to anyone who knew the other on a personal level - which was no one, to be clear - to know that the feline laguz was attracted to the lions of Gallia. He was, after all, a very small feline, one of whom had always admired those men who had been born with physical traits that he would never possess. Hell, it was the strong body, brave persona, and steadfastness of the current king that made Ranulf enlist himself within the Royal Army at sixteen, as even though he would never mold himself into such a form in this life, he could at least ogle the other's back, and front, by serving underneath the royals of the kingdom. It was also for this reason that he tolerated Skrimir's blustering foolishness, not that he would spout his feelings to either the king or the prince, at least while both were in earshot. 

The last thing he wanted to do was to give the loudmouth red lion a reason to pummel him into submission, of which Skrimir could do with ease, given his powerful fists and stone thick arms.

Grey irony made him chuckle as he thought about how much he wanted such a thing to happen, if only to be so close to the other, but he shook his head to dispel that cruel thought, he didn't need a reason to drink tonight.

Returning his focus back onto the blue lion quietly slumbering on the floor at his feet, Ranulf took a moment to calm himself by breathing in and then out, he then nearly choked on his own breath when Ike's powerful scent wafted into his nose.

'No. It can't be!' The cat thought as mint green and purple eyes blinked in owly eyed confusion at the towering, nude figure which growl-snored quietly up at him. 'There is no chance of such a thing being possible.' Ranulf berated himself silently, his tail lashing at the warm air of the tent like mad as his mind tumbled with many unwanted thoughts.

Only in the wildest of Ranulf's fantasies had the image of Ike, powerful and steady leader of the men and women of the Greil Mercenaries, towering over him as a proud lion laguz. The nights for which the cat had imagined the other taking him into his steely embrace and then whispering words of passion and domination within his shuddering ears were almost impossible to count at this point, as they seemed to happen every other night, much to his ever mounting frustration. Images of himself, spread eagle before the other laguz, danced within his mind as he imagined Ike taking him as their wild ancestors would take their mates while deep within the throes of a desperate rut. So of course the thought of the beorc being as such right now brought a quiet hiss of need from his throat as his treacherous manhood, eternally eager to make promises to him that would never come true, throbbed HARD in between his legs as he knelt down to survey the rugged features of the older male snoozing before him.

Ranulf's lips began to tremble as the scent of his rising lust became so thick within his nose that it almost drowned out Ike's own heady musk.

'No! Stop it! Don't do this!!' Ranulf growled as he slapped his sweat soaked hand over his sweaty face. 'This...this isn't Ike! It can't be! Ike is a human! He couldn't have...'

As if by some unseen magic, the cat's fingers spread open, thus allowing his purple to look down at the lion laguz's finger.

Ranulf nearly swallowed his tongue when he saw a certain accessory on the other man's finger.

'Oh no!!' Ranulf thought as nearly all the blood within his body drained out following his gaze analyzing the small gold ring with an emerald set in the center. 'Oh sweet goddess, tell me he didn't really find the Guardian's Blood ring!!'

Kneeling down and taking the slumbering lion's ringed hand into his own, consequences of waking the wearer be damned, Ranulf cried out within his mind as he looked at the enchanted piece of jewelry. 'I thought this thing in the one place no one would find it!!' The feline laguz whimpered while looking back at Ike's face, because yes, this was indeed Ike...and not at the same time.

The ring, which was a piece of jewelry which had been crafted by the original guardian of the first lion king of Gallia, was NOT something meant to be exposed to the light of day, as the powerful magic within was one that held the soul of said guardian. All of those who held Ranulf's position as the de facto spy master of the kingdom knew this, as it was seen as the last ditch effort to protect the ruler of the kingdom, should his normal bodyguards fall in battle or otherwise be incapable of fulfilling their duty. None of the kings knew this, as the spell within the ring was one that had the effect of 'pacifying' the minds of all those who touched it, thus making it so that whoever was transformed into the new guardian of the king would be accepted as such, despite whatever role that had played in life. This was why no one knew anything about Giffca, as the black lion laguz in question had never existed before the placement of the ring on his finger, or so had been written in the sealed documents hidden by the previous spy.

The preservation of the well-worn documents which had been handed down throughout the ages were the only proof of the effect of the ring, as such, Ranulf, ever eager to preserve the safety of those around him, stashed the ring, and the enchanted black box it came in, away so that it would remain far enough away from anyone's fingers, especially his own, as the feline laguz, despite enjoying the idea of being with a lion in all ways intimate, did not want to completely lose himself to such a fantasy.

'Oh Ike, I'm so sorry.' Ranulf bowed his head in solemn despair as he quietly ruminated over what had been done to the beorc. 
The sound of movement behind him made the feline laguz whip his head back before he could sink too deeply into despair.

The black iris within his mint green and purple eyes narrowed as he looked upon the confused face of Mordecai looking back at him. Seeing that there was no threat to be found within the tiger laguz's eyes, Ranulf opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it when a thought occurred to him. Turning back to look at the slumbering lion, the cat knew that he could not explain this fuck up to anyone, but he also couldn't just let Ike wake up there in the middle of the tent like this, as there would be too many questions he couldn't answer flying into everyone's faces, thus upon pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket and quickly wrenching the ancient ring off Ike's now much thicker finger, Ranulf ordered Mordecai to watch over the lion laguz while he went to grab several items from his tent, and to wash the blood off his hand.

Ever the dutiful tiger, the larger laguz did as he was told unquestionably, even as his nose caught the strong scent of spilt seed wafting about the stale air of the storage tent at the same time his wide eyes wandered over the slumbering lion in the center of a broken box.

It took some impressive truth making to get both Mordecai and Muarim to help him move the transformed Ike to a small tent he kept raised just outside the mercenary group's camp, yet thankfully the sight of the still slumbering laguz, coupled with Ranulf rather desperate mannerisms, made it so that the two laguz did as the cat needed them to without question. Truly there were times when Ranulf thanked years of dedicated suffering for the sake of the crown for making him a high ranking member of the military, as once he made the others swear themselves to silence, he kicked Mordecai and Muarim out of the tent and then sealed it behind him. Now trapped within the dark of his private tent, Ranulf swiftly tried to plot out exactly what he would do next.

He would never tell anyone the truth, that was out of the question, but Ike was needed for the stability of the nation...

...or was he?

Ranulf blinked as this thought rolled throughout his mind.

Ike, for all of his battle prowess and leadership ability, was just a human. Surely someone else could lead the odd ensemble of men and women into battle; Skirmir was more than eager to do so, and even better, there were many who had been quietly vying for him to go ahead and take over leadership of the army from Ike. The lion laguz, for all blustering incompetence, had the heart of the people, or rather the laguz, on his side, what with his straightforward attitude and honest, if naive, demeanor. It would take some hard, yet subtle molding to shape him into someone worthy of standing in Ike's place, but perhaps with enough time and manipulation...

No!

What was he thinking?!

Ike was the Greil Mercenaries, everyone knew that. It was his charisma and stoic sense of justice that had drawn in as many of the people who were there now, so to suddenly shift commandership over to Skirmir was just...not a completely bad idea, just odd. Skirmir had so much to learn as compared to Caiek, who had been leading the mercenaries for...

Wait...Caiek?

Ranulf looked down at the still slumbering lion laguz with fluttering mint green and purple eyes. His thoughts bounced back and forth like mad as he tried to make sense of the fact that who he was seeing and who he should have been thinking about were at war with one another. The reason as to why this was the case didn't hit him until after he recalled why he had brought Caiek, NO, Ike, there in the first place. Reaching into his pocket and pulling out the small gold ring with an emerald set in the center still covered by the handkerchief he had wrapped it within, the feline laguz hisses as he watched the enchanted accessory sparkle up at him.

'It...it's affecting my mind without me directly touching it?!' 

There was no mention of such a thing happening within the documents that he had read, but upon turning his attention from the encased piece of jewelry back to the lion laguz, Ranulf found it harder and harder to recall certain details about Ike the beorc. Memories of their first meeting where he proceeded to lead Ike and his group to Port Toha before going off to hire Nasir's services to safely transport them to the domains of Begnion were becoming blurred with him looking upon Caiek and Giffca during the day when King Caineghis had knighting him as the spy master of the kingdom. The memory of his heart pounding within his chest as he looked over Caiek's handsome face all those years ago, the blue lion silently smiling back at him while Giffca stood impassively next to their king, filled with him the same lust as he had felt so, so long ago.

NO! That wasn't right!

He needed to focus!

Setting the ring down over by his bed, Ranulf tried to cover the item in question with a pillow in order to ward off the magical effects altering his mind, but he knew that this was useless. Only the black box it had been kept within would keep the mental conditioning at bay, and that was something he had left back at the other tent. The idea of hurrying back to retrieve the wooden item rang within the cat's mind for about a second before an old...new memory filled his mind.

The vision of him spying on the three lions as they bathed together within the royal baths, their naked, muscular bodies glistening within the hot, steamy waters, all the while they spoke of everything from politics to Caiek's chubby form, the king smacking the blue lion's rump as its owner let out a bellow of laughter which made the other two chuckle, filled Ranulf with a great sense of lust. 

How he had wanted to go over to the three men and let them have their way with him, over and over and over again, until he was left breathless and used, their seed and the proof of the sharpness of their fangs covering every inch of his body, marking him as belonging to them, but he resisted, because he would never attempt to try and put himself in between the king and his two loving mates. Everyone who knew anything about them knew that, despite having spread his seed into a woman to produce an heir, King Caineghis only had eyes for men. That he had fallen in love and taken both Giffca and Caiek as his mates was something that had surprised many, but it only made sense, seeing how long the former had been with the pair, and how bright of a spirit the latter had been.

Caiek was...was...

A wonderful lion laguz.

To this day many thought that much of the warmheartedness that Skirmir had about himself came from him, much to Caineghis' eternal amusement. There was just so much about the young prince's personality that rang in time with Caiek's own persona, like how the elder male would always go out to mingle with the people, both commoners and aristocrats alike, that was something Skirmir always tried to emulate, to various degrees of success, as the young heir to the Gallia throne was not as much of a silver tongued devil as his secondary father figure was. Caiek could easily talk down a noble whose temper had gotten the better of them with a few calm words, or a simple warning growl, something for which not even Giffca could accomplish, much to the other's silent embarrassment.

Nononono!!

Ranulf reached up to shake his head as he thought about how wrong this all was.

But why though? 

Caiek had been in the shadows of the king's life ever since anyone could remember, hell, it was because he had always been following King Caineghis and his entourage around that he had come to save his majesty after he had been kidnapped by a band of beorcs who had made an air laden poison meant to subdue their kind. The fiendish toxin had been one that had rendered all the lions helpless as bombs of it were set off all around them while they rested within that deep, dense forest where the king liked to hunt, but had been something that the blue laguz had been able to avoid inhaling, given his low vantage point at the time. Stalking after the group of humans who had thought to imprison the young king and then killing them for their audacity had been child's play for Caiek, or so Ranulf had been told by Giffca, as the black lion watched the blue lion stalk through the underground cell where they had been placed with all the grace of their ancestors. The brutality for which he had unleashed upon the humans after assuming his true form had been something that the older laguz could only describe as poetic, as the fury for which Caiek had put on display for his king was such that even now the underground prison still trembled in fear at what the blue lion had done.

It was this act that had cemented him a place within the king's personal court, yet it was the many others which followed, some of which had never been told to the public, but were on record within Ranulf's personal documents, that helped Caiek rise to the rank of personal guard for the king. Perhaps this is what had allowed the other to become his majesty's mate? But Giffca would have never allowed that, what with him already being the king's lover.

That's right!

Giffca! 

He wouldn't just let anyone near the king, the black lion was way too protective of his love to ever allow for such a thing. 

But then again...Giffca was only the king's consort, not his mate. He had been too reserved to ask for such a position. That was his mistake, as Caiek had no impulse to hold his tongue when asked by the king what he wished, following the blue lion leading a small company of men to push back a beorc army trying to invade them from the north. The bloodstained laguz had instantly asked for the king's hand in marriage, something for which had silenced the throne room following said words being released from his thick, battle hardened lips. The vaunted arrogance had actually made Giffca roar back at him, but a single hand from King Caineghis had halted any and all aggression from the black lion.

The response Caineghis made was, as many expected, quite stern, and yet despite being told that he would never marry another male, as he needed an heir to succeed him, the king's willingness to accept Caiek as his mate was one that was the talk of the town for quite a while. The news had of course broken porn Giffca's heart, but the black lion only had himself to blame for not saying what needed to be said. Thankfully it all worked out in the end, as once they were alone together within their room - there would be no ceremony, given that nothing that happened between them could be formal - the blue lion had shown Giffca exactly where he thought the other fit amongst the three of them by shoving his manhood deep inside the stoic laguz's ass after King Caineghis had done so to Caiek. Ranulf had no question of the truth of this event, as he had been there to see it as he hid tightly within the hidden section of wall within the king's bedroom.

The sight of the three men, both in and out of their true forms, struggling and grunting and pushing back against each other as their bodies rained sweat and seed upon one another, made Ranulf harder than he had ever been before. Mint green and purple eyes had burned the image of Giffca, naked and shuddering, his towering legs raised securely up above his head, groaning and panting for air as the king railed him deep enough to make the massive bed for which all three rested upon slam into the tapestry covered wall behind them. It wasn't long after the mighty red lion threw his head back and roared his release that Caiek took up position behind the shivering lion. His blue maned face, so much like the king's and yet oh so different, spent not more than a second watching the other lion's thick, rich goo spilling out from Giffca's flexing ass before he dove at the other. The wailing yowl for which the black lion released following the blue lion's raspy tongue whipping along his reddened pucker was one that made Ranulf jump in surprise. Never had he heard the other make such a submissive sound before, but that's just how good Caiek had been at eating out the spent emissions which had shot free from King Caineghis's balls. 

The hungry, desperate look within the deep green eyes of the king's mate was one that made Giffca blush, especially after, having finished scooping out all the red lion's cum, the cheeky male had crawled up the other's body and then kissed him. The sharing of their lover's seed was an act that made Caiek's tail wag wildly behind his back, a feat for which made Caineghis chest roll with laughter, at least until he was left hissing in delight upon seeing his mate pulling back from his longtime friend's face to angle his naked rump around and then down onto Giffca's steel hard cock. The sound of Caiek's delicious moans, of which were more than likely for show, given that his own tight ass had been savaged by his lover not more than ten minutes prior, made the black lion growl as he reached his hand over and around the chubbier male's tight rump. Slapping the other's bum and then calling him a dignified slut, Caiek had stuck out his long, broad tongue before pulling himself forward and then shoving his hips back down onto Giffca's groin.

The passionate roars from the three of them following their continued, frenzied mating still rung out within Ranulf's mind to this day, as the earth-shattering cries had been filled with so much love and need and fondness that the teal cat spent the night in question pumping load and sticky, hot load of cream from his twitching nuts onto his chest...all the while wishing that once, just once, he could have been there with the three of them.

The bond shared between the king and his two protectors was too tight for him to wedge himself into however, thus he was left attempting, in vain, to taunt Caiek with his lithe body. He was sure that the blue lion knew that he wanted him, after all there was only so many times one could accidentally slip their tail across another's groin before someone took a hint, and yet despite the missions spent together, the late night 'meetings' of which amounted to nothing more than the two of them conversing over topics that they both knew quite well, and him massaging the other's aching muscles following combat practice with Skirmir or one of the other men of the royal army, Caiek seemed not to get the message.

Or perhaps he didn't want to?

Ranulf didn't know, but as he turned to look at the slumbering male, his mint green and purple eyes shining brightly within the darkness of his tent, he knew that he wanted, no, NEEDED, to take a chance with the king's mate. Of course it was wrong, and of course he would probably be banished, if not outright executed for his impertinence, but he had spent so long lusting after the bigger lion who had saved his life from the black knight that had thought to kill him, that he just had to show the other how much he loved and appreciated him.

So, with sexual desperation and wanton madness clouding his already hazy mind, Ranulf slowly pulled himself out of his tight-fitting clothing, and then crawled over the slumbering lion. Breathing in Caiek's unique scent, one of which was sharp with a spice that he couldn't identify, and yet sweet enough that it made his errant tail wag behind him like crazy, the cat laguz placed himself securely over the other male and then leaned down to kiss him. Not on the lips, he might be signing his death warrant, but he knew better than to cross THAT line, but on the chin. In olden times such a move would be seen as a show of deep respect by one of their more feral ancestors, but now it was just a desperate, if not pitiful plea from a poor, pathetic cat that wanted something he would never be able to have after this night.

Pulling himself back after hearing the sleeping lion purr up at him, Ranulf chuckled as he moved back over the seed stained form of the blue lion. Getting to the other's fundoshi covered groin, the cat laguz leaned down to huff over the slightly moistened fabric. The scent of Caiek's manhood was so thick and potent right then that Ranulf honestly felt drunk as he breathed in more and more of the masculine odor. Leaning down to rub his face over the musky, white pouch, the cat laguz was not surprised to both see and feel the older man's groin throbbing against him as the flesh within pushed up against his stripped cheek, despite the powerful orgasm he had just had.

A chuckle seeped out of Ranulf's throat as he thought about how the other's sexual nature could easily tire out both Giffca and King Caineghis, not that either of them complained in the end. The two other men loved it when their mate had their way with them during those cold, lonely nights when everyone was sick of being cooped up inside looking at paperwork, yes Giffca had accepted that Caiek belonged to him, the same as he belonged to King Caineghis after a couple of years of being a begrudging grump about the union between the three of them. Now Ranulf was getting the chance to experience said sexual prowess as he mouthed over the damp fabric.

The taste of Caiek's semen was utterly delightful to him, so strong and delicious, the same as his scent, as he wrapped his tongue around the semen stained cloth. The growling huffs which pushed free from the slumbering lion's mouth made the cat so hard in between his legs that his throbbing phallus actually hurt to touch when he teased a finger down in between his tan legs, however he didn't spend long touching himself right then, this was about the older laguz's pleasure, after all.

Pulling his face, sticky as it was now with some of the blue lion's pre-cum and sweat, back once Caiek began to growl, more than likely from the pressure covering his groin, Ranulf flexed his fingers and then slashed at the cotton. Like paper being torn free from a festival gift, the fundoshi instantly fell apart, all the while the blue lion's cock remained unharmed.

Congratulating himself for still being able to perform that little trick, Ranulf watched as the massive stalk of barbed flesh grew to its full foot plus length. Licking his lips at the sight of his sensual treat, the cat laguz knelt down to kiss the blue fuzz around Caiek's balls before gracing the lion's heavy orbs with his raspy tongue. The light sheen of sweat coupled with the thick, spicy musk which accumulated around the other man's flesh was utterly, utterly delightful to him. Like nirvana made real, Ranulf scooped the twin tastes up with tongue and then rolled them around as though he were sampling a fine wine from the desert kingdom. Once he was satisfied with the taste, the teal cat bobbed his spiky haired head up and down and then side to side to try and get as much of the blue laguz's flavor as he could. 

If this was going to be his last meal, then fuck it, he was going to enjoy every last, little inch of it. The panting groans which poured out of Caiek's mouth seemed to suggest that the lion laguz was enjoying what was happening as well, however it was the beating of his tail along the carpet ground which really spoke out about how much the older male liked Ranulf sucking on one of his balls hard enough to make shivers rush up his spine.

Had anyone come in right then they would have been completely bewildered to see the normally whimsical cat popping a chubby, musclegut of a lion laguz's ponderous nut out of his mouth. They would have then let their eyes fly wide in surprise as they watched the cat snake his way down so that he could tongue the mysterious man's ass. This would have been much too much for most to see, and yet for Ranulf, who was so drunk of lust that he was actually humming out a pleasant purr-like tune of some sort, this was what he needed to feel alive right then.

That was why he spent the several long minutes he had licking and lapping over the tight rose bud which hid within the cleft of the blue lion's backside, and why, after his long tongue began to protest at all the use it was getting today, that he pulled his drool covered face back and then crawled over the other's now weeping cock. It was self-preservation that made Ranulf reach back to coat the glistening rod with the clear fluids dripping out of its head, some higher thought which existed beyond the miasma of black lust warning him that he would be split open like a watermelon if he shoved all the lion laguz's dick up his butt, because despite letting many of the other men in the army use him as a cumrag when this same mind-numbing heat came upon him, Ranulf had never taken something so large up his backside before.

The wet squelching noises of him slicking up Caiek's manhood followed with both the lion and cat purring in time together, ironically enough. Looking down at his still sleeping face, Ranulf wished that he could have leaned down to kiss the other laguz, but that wasn't his place. He...he wasn't worthy of such an honor, especially given the violation of trust he was imposing upon the king's oh-so-handsome mate. So instead, he curled his tail around the blue lion's own wagging appendage and then squeezed it tight. A silent wish for something more, but oh well.

Once he was sure that the lion's twitching weapon was fully lubricated, the cat laguz hiked his tail, spread his rump, and then pressed his well-used ass down onto the head of the mighty shaft below.

Pain like no other surged through Ranulf's body as the fat girth stretched him far and beyond what he was used to, and yet despite this the cat grit his teeth, clenched his face, and then shoved more of himself down. It took everything within Ranulf's soul not to howl out in pain as he skewered himself onto Caiek's dick, but he managed...somehow. Screwing his eyes shut was the only way to keep the pain from bleeding out into tears, and yet what really helped to settle his body was the knowledge that he was doing it. He was mating Sir Caiek!

A happy chuckle escaped his lips following this knowledge.

Moments of silence followed as Ranulf let his backside adjust to the girth which rested inside him, his prostate welcomed what was to come though, as once he no longer felt as though he was being branded with a hot iron, the cat laguz sunk down, down, on down onto Caiek's cock until soon his rump met the fur of the other's groin. Holding himself steady at this point, Ranulf clenched at the rug underneath him as he flexed his inner muscles around the steel hard column of flesh.

"I-I did it...!" Ranulf laughed tiredly as he thought about finally being able to be with the lion he idolized so much.

A sudden slap along the side of his rump made him yelp and then clench up tight.

"You certainly did, you little slut." Caiek growled with a chuckle as he opened his blue eyes to glare amusingly at the shuddering cat. "I hope it was worth it, because your ass is going to really get it now."

Ranulf had no words as he stared down at the smiling blue lion in undisguised panic.