Sometimes, when two Vastaya meet, a special bond forms between the pair. A bond that usually goes against logic and sense, very lustful and passionate affairs. In human language these "pairs" are called soul mates. It's said that the bond can form between a human and a Vastaya too, a much rarer phenomenon. In order to proliferate and spread their scarce magical blood, it is very common for a single Vastaya to form many of these pair-bonds in one lifetime, hopefully ending in a decent brood by the end of a Vastaya's life…
So, Xayah wasn't surprised when the nine-tailed slut woke up urges in her body she thought she'd never develop again, not to mention for a female. Thus far, she'd only felt something close to this level of attraction to one person: Rakan, and it was mellow in comparison to this. Normally, she'd think the tempting kitsune with her long, flowing attire and sweet scent had seduced or charmed her somehow - she'd seen Ahri do it before- but the fire in her belly was all too familiar. Too distinct. Xayah knew what this was: her blood was running hot, heart hammering, and her mind seeming to fixate on not just the sight of the golden-eyed fox, but also the sound of her voice, every slight motion she made, the way both shadow and light played across her flawless features, the dark, ebony locks that flowed and accentuated her usually bare shoulders.
Worse… for some reason, her vapid babble had somehow gone from annoying background noise to something Xayah cared about. Sometimes, Ahri had really insightful things to say… especially about their people and the Cause. Except, it didn't seem like Ahri felt the same intense attraction at all, or at least she didn't show it.
Sometimes it happened like that, one realizing first and drawing the other in, sometimes it was a mutual explosion, and sometimes nothing fruitful formed between soul mates. The last was most likely. Xayah felt that it was pointless. She would never, ever submit to these urges, not with Ahri, not with anyone but Rakan. She'd promised herself that when she and him made love for the first time near that beautiful waterfall. There was only one person who her soul and heart wanted, yet whenever they were near each other Xayah's treacherous body urged her to throw herself at the kitsune, rip her clothes off, spread her thighs, and show off everything to the tailed beauty.
It made no sense - Ahri was a scoundrel, a vagabond. She was a wild-spirited woman, with a loose, troublesome tongue, and even looser thighs. She'd teased and tormented poor Rakan since the moment she met him, stimulating him into a frenzy with her flirtations even though she knew it pissed Xayah off. She flirted with Xayah's mate to make her mad, and she was a wandering whore - those were two big reasons her body should entirely reject a union between the two of them, but her body didn't give a shit.
The feathered girl supposed she should just be thankful the bond had formed between Ahri and Xayah, not between Rakan and her. Rakan would probably have instantly succumbed. He was a hot-blooded male, temptation came easy to him. But fuck if this wasn't hell…Thinking back, Xayah wished she'd never met Ahri.
Rakan and Xayah had found the kitsune in a certain forest-cloaked area of Ionia. She'd been injured but seemed to have no recollection of why or how she'd ended up there. Xayah had initially been suspicious, the way they'd stumbled across her and her lack of memory had all seemed a bit too convenient, but her gentle scent and the knowledge of what Ahri was brought out the soft parts of Xayah. She'd cast aside all doubts, and she and Rakan took the woman in, albeit she planned it to be temporary. That was a few weeks ago. The nine-tailed bitch had really made herself at home, staying in their camp, eating the food she hunted - though, Xayah had to admit Ahri was great at chasing down prey too.
They had started hunting together while Rakan "guarded the camp," though in reality he was just lazy and hated hunting. This was why Ahri and Xayah were together now. However, decent game had been scarce so far, and the lack of activity made it impossible for Xayah to think of anything except Ahri. She couldn't believe how mind numbingly alluring she found the other woman, yet how much she loathed everything about her at the same time.
Three times Xayah had tried to get Ahri to commit to the Vastayan fight against the humans, and each time Ahri had given her some half-hearted, noncommittal answer. Moreover, when they briefly stopped in towns, Ahri flirted with every attractive human guy she saw. She was a traitor, she wanted human mates…
"When do you plan to leave, by the way?" Xayah said suddenly, the first thing she'd said during their entire late day excursion.
Ahri shook with laughter, her mouth hidden behind her hand. "The way you said that - it's like you want me to leave right now."
Xayah glowered and gnashed her teeth. "What's so funny, tails? You don't think you've overstayed your welcome considering you're not planning on staying with us long term?"
"... Hmph. I have a life, too, you can't expect me to live mine the same as you. You think you're so much better than me just because you've devoted your life to a cause that you've barely made headway with." Ahri rolled her amber eyes. The words stabbed at Xayah's insides like a hundred feather-daggers. She was well aware of where she'd been incompetent in the past years, but she was always striving to be better and bring her wayward people back together. Her fists clenched, feathers bunching up with hostility, but apparently the buxom kitsune wasn't quite done yet. Her sing-song voice kept trickling out, deadlier than any weapon, "And even aside from all that... I've been quiet, but I just can't believe you have the indecency to stand before me and treat me so poorly, when in actuality you're dripping wet and want me to rut you. I can see it in your eyes, Xayah. I can smell you calling out to me and have for the past week."
Xayah gasped, stepping back. "I would never want to mate with someone like you. You're a fucking bitch for one..."
Ahri took a step closer each time Xayah took one back, never allowing the distance to grow. Tilting her head and smirking, her voice came out cool and mocking, "What's reason number two why you don't want me? I want to hear them all."
"Oh, that's easy. I thought Rakan was an egomaniac, but no, you're the real deal. You'd rather aimlessly wander like a loser for the rest of your life than actually risk your life doing something meaningful. You're a cowardly, shallow whore that doesn't give a shit about anyone but herself." Less playful, more honest, more emotion. That one hit a sore spot.
Ahri's gold eyes sharpened, and her tongue danced across her plump lips as she continued to close the distance. Xayah felt like she was being hunted, backing further and further into the forest, the grass crunching beneath her talons as she tried to make her escape. But, in actuality, she knew what this was. A dance. A cruel, fun game, truth splashed in with rushes of emotion, the gradual path to what they both truly wanted. Xayah hissed with rage. Every barbed comment between them made her disgustingly wet, and Ahri didn't deserve her desire when she was probably just going to abandon Rakan and Xayah the moment shit got serious.
"I care for you, Xayah. That's why I'm still by your side - I don't have to be," Ahri said.
"I don't want you to be." Xayah was well aware that Ahri didn't 'have to be' there. Every day, she expected to wake up and discover Ahri had wandered off.
"Any other reasons I should know why you definitely aren't dripping wet for me?"
"Because I hate you, and I want you to go back wherever you came from, Ahri. I don't need your help, and I certainly don't-"
"Want me to use a bit of Vastayan magic and pump you full of my essence until you can't walk anymore?" Ahri interrupted.
Suddenly, Xayah's back hit something rough and hard, and she was unable to back up any further. The scent of tree bark filled her nose, along with Ahri's sweet breath. The kitsune put a hand on either side of Xayah's head and leaned in close. Her pink lips were so kissable, and why did someone need to have a face so perfect? The narrow, bright eyes, the whisker marks accentuating the fair skin, the long lashes that brought out the gold in her eyes. The feather-dancer, pinned against the tree, trembled with excitement as their heated bodies grazed against one another. Ahri exhaled heavily, the first sign of just how aroused she was too.
"Why would I want your sad little dick when I have Rakan?" Xayah asked, voice sharp.
"Sad little dick?" Ahri laughed incredulously, then closed her eyes and pressed her face into Xayah's throat, inhaling deeply. "You're really asking for it. You say I play games, but I don't know if I've ever met a bigger liar than you. Everything you say is at odds with what you're doing, the way you're acting. Just admit it, Xayah... admit you want me."
Xayah snorted with laughter and looked deep into Ahri's eyes. Breathing heavily, she snapped, "Get over yourself, Ahri. I could never want someone as pathetic as you."
Ahri's expression twisted into a scowl as Xayah's words cut deep. She felt hurt and rejected, but she refused to let it show. Instead, she leaned in even closer, their bodies pressed together tightly. Her breath was hot and heavy against Xayah's neck, and Xayah felt her resolve weakening.
"Admit it, Xayah," Ahri whispered. "Admit that you want me as much as I want you."
Xayah's heart was pounding in her chest. She knew that Ahri was right, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. She was too proud, too stubborn to give in to her desires.
"Stop it, Ahri," Xayah said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ahri fell silent, and for a moment all was still between them and in the forest.
"... I truly never thought I'd ever want to ruin someone so badly… but you just smell so good, and that foul mouth, I just can't resist anymore… acting so strong when in actuality you want me to force my cum into your womb… I'll give you everything you desire, Xayah." She leaned down and captured Xayah's mouth in a sudden, abrupt kiss.
Xayah immediately felt a rush of wetness in answer between her thighs. She'd been waiting for this kiss from the very start. Ahri's lips felt just as lovely as she fantasized about, soft as can be and moist. She was an amazing kisser, but she didn't need to know that. Xayah buried her fingers in the kitsune's hair as their lips crashed against one another. Ahri's knee rubbed between her thighs insistently, starting to stimulate her clit as the kitsune's tongue marked every part of Xayah's mouth as her own.
Rakan was never so insatiable when he touched her. Ahri was somehow both gentle and brutal, her touch unforgettable. At the same time she gently ran her fingers through Xayah's dark pink hair, she roughly tore the top of Xayah's clothes from her thin, pale frame, revealing her body, devoid of curves, scrawny and ugly compared to Ahri's feminine splendor. Except, Ahri liked her body, and made sure Xayah knew it.
"Fuck, I love your chest, you're so cute with that angry look on your face," Ahri cooed, capturing one of Xayah's perky nipples between her devilish lips. Her tongue swirled around it as, at the same time, her fingers traveled down Xayah's firm abdomen to the slick place beneath. Xayah slapped her hands off again, forcing her body away, breathing heavily. Her pupils were shot with excitement in the shade of the forest and, feathers ruffled, she turned away.
Ahri tensed up when she saw the look on Xayah's face.
"I won't stop," she warned quietly, coolly "I'm not like Rakan. I won't pull out. I won't let you have any control once you play this game…"
Xayah almost moaned at the sound of that "threat." Every cell in her body seemed to vibrate with excitement. "You're the only one playing a game. I'm just going back to Rakan… don't follow me, Ahri."
"..."
If there was one thing Ahri had made clear in the time they'd spent together it was that she loved to chase. Xayah's mouth watered as she trekked away, her back turned to the kitsune. Any moment now, she knew the other woman would lose control. Surely, Ahri's mind was racing, with confusion, with excitement. A part of her was wondering if she was really wrong about everything, if the desire she thought came from Xayah was real, but at her core she knew the truth, knew what the tempting, tight thing walking away from her wanted. Afterall, Xayah didn't move her hips like this usually. It wasn't an intentional movement either, it was a natural, hungry sway that took hold of her body as the distance grew between them. She knew that if she looked back, she'd find Ahri staring after her with that intensity Vastaya got sometimes in the heat of sex, the look in her eyes that no doubt made humans truly fear Ahri. Xayah had seen her hunt down rabbits and even a deer with that look in her eyes, the gold practically glowing between her lashes.
Then, she heard it. A twig snapped. At the same time, she heard a rush of air like a slight brush of wind, and, with an excited gasp, Xayah bolted.
She moved with the grace and ease of a bird, darting this way and that, easily dancing out of the way of trees, over boulders. Pursuing behind her, she heard Ahri laughing with pleasure. Glancing back, Xayah almost froze up and begged to get fucked right then and there. There it was - that pissed off, hungry, primal expression. That 'how dare you run away from me when you're fucking mine' look in Ahri's amber eyes. Xayah never ran so fast in her life, and she nearly laughed when, dashing right next to her, Ahri's hand narrowly missed her arm. In the next second, Xayah darted through some brush. She'd long since memorized this terrain, she knew what came next. With a burst of speed, the beautiful, nine-tailed huntress nearly closed the distance once more, her fingers hovering in Xayah's peripheral. The sound of the stream filled the feathered woman's ears as, with a leap, she jumped over the sudden rush of water.
Ahri was so focused on her she didn't quite expect the stream. With a loud splash, her hand just missed Xayah again, and she crashed into the water. Xayah burst into laughter, turning around to shake her head from the shore with her hands on her hips, pulling out a feather-dagger to point at the other woman.
"You think I want to rut with someone who hunts like that?"
"Xayah, you're really starting to piss me off," Ahri hissed in warning, and when she showed her teeth, the canines were sharp. The gold in her eyes had narrowed to slits, and her body glowed with a slight magical aura. She was really feeling it. Completely soaked, Ahri pulled herself up onto the bank as Xayah began to back away again. She may have been playing it cool, but inwardly her heart was hammering against the inside of her chest. She could tell from the way Ahri was inhaling every few seconds, eyes glowing, that Xayah was projecting pheromones like crazy right now. She was so fucking wet her panties would never be fully dry. Rakan never, ever, looked at her the way Ahri was right now. Like she was just some piece of meat. At his core, he was pretty satisfied just having a good orgasm and a cuddle. He liked some pain, too, nails raked down his back and the like. A lot. He wasn't the kind of man to stare at her with the eyes of a predator like this.
Ahri brushed her slick, ebony locks from her face, and the two Vastayan women stared at each other long and hard, breathing heavily in the ever-looming darkness. Then, Ahri moved. The chase began anew, but Xayah truly didn't have it in her anymore to resist much longer. She wasn't sure if it was on purpose or an accident that she stumbled and Ahri finally caught her, slamming her down on her belly on the lush, damp grass beneath them. In seconds, the rest of Xayah's clothes were being shredded by Ahri's eager, ravenous hands.
"Fuck off," Xayah breathed, twisting around to slap at the invasive hands which seemed faster than her at every moment now, pinning her hands above her head she struggled, determined to see and touch every part of her with her other. Even the parts she wanted to hide. To keep just for her and her mate. She was flipped against her will yet again and felt Ahri's lips against the shell of her ear an instant later.
"You don't want this?" Ahri purred, rubbing her hardness against Xayah's thigh, squeezing her hips, and dragging their bodies together. Xayah bit back a moan as she got her first true taste of the shape of Ahri's girldick. It was far from small, but not too big, just huge enough that the marksman knew she wasn't going to walk straight for a while. The fox-woman nibbled at the back of her shoulder, one hand forcing Xayah's face into the grass. "Then let's test that theory."
The cold embraced her body, leaving only her undergarments to protect her from the elements. Then, those too were cast aside. Xayah kicked, hissed, and cursed harshly.
Ahri's burning gaze, the silent demand, made Xayah's legs unconsciously fall apart. She was on full display for the kitsune. As Xayah lay there, her body exposed, Ahri continued to tease and touch her. The fox-woman's hands were everywhere, exploring Xayah's body as if the Lhotlan vastaya already belonged to her. Her nipples hardened and her pussy throbbed with need.
Ahri leaned over her, her breasts brushing against Xayah as she whispered in her ear. "You're mine now," she said, her voice low and seductive. "I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before." Ahri reached down and traced a few fingers through Xayah's sopping wet folds, one hand teasing her stiff, tingling clitoris with gentle circle motions, all while the big, hard bulge of her erection rubbed against Xayah's crotch.
"Tsk tsk, there it is. A filthy, lying mouth and a dripping cunt to match. Mmm, you dishonest little slut, I'll give it to you how you like it."
Xayah's eyes burned with tears of exhilarated frustration as her pussy clenched around emptiness, desperate to be filled. She'd never felt so empty before. Finally, Ahri unveiled her cock from beneath her clothes, pushing herself on top of Xayah, rubbing the seeping head against Xayah's slick entrance.
"Don't," Xayah whispered desperately, "You're the worst, Ahri…"
Ahri moaned, the cold treatment driving her ever forward in her mating frenzy. Gasping, the kitsune began to steadily sink her cock into the other vastaya. She'd never mated with another female before, not like this. The magically-grown cock, hyper-sensitive and twitching with life, was soon wrapped in an unreal, glorious heat as Ahri pushed into Xayah's entrance. Her pussy tried to force Ahri out even as it seemingly tugged her in, clenching around her erection as if trying to squeeze her cum out.
Panting, Ahri began to slowly sink herself in and out, the tightness unreal. If Rakan's dick was huge, Xayah's tight womanhood didn't show it. At the thought of Xayah's lifemate, Ahri's thoughts turned sour. She traced her fingers along the plain, but pretty features of her mate for the night. Xayah wasn't glamorous, nothing special to look at, but her eyes - Vastayan golden - were like staring into a whole different world. Ahri lost herself in them every time. Normally, she'd never linger around danger so long, and Xayah attracted it - but Xayah herself was worth staying for. Panting, she finally sunk the entire length inside, pausing to slump over the other woman, nuzzling her, her ears twitching.
"You feel so good, Xayah," Ahri whispered, brutally honest, "I'll never forget this."
"Ughhh, just keep moving, fuck me," Xayah snapped back, but when Ahri was sweet for that brief moment her pussy seemed to tremble, and squeeze. She didn't hate Ahri as much as she claimed. The fox smirked. After that, all coherent thought fled her mind. They fell into an animal rhythm.
Xayah felt like she was going to be split in half with each thrust, and yet she never wanted this to end. She felt like an animal, panting and drooling on the forest floor, embracing the fire of an irresponsible mating bond. Ahri's nails dug into her asscheeks, more like claws as she ruthlessly stabbed away at Xayah's insides. Her long, pale tails swayed in the air all around them, spasming whenever Ahri felt particularly good. Xayah worked Ahri with her inner muscles, squeezing and milking, rolling her hips viciously all while scratching at her arms, feigning attempts to get away that made Ahri throb and pulse inside her, pistoning ever harder with each passing second.
Ahri grabbed a fistful of her hair. Xayah's back curled as they shifted position. "Get up," Ahri groaned, "hands against the tree…"
Xayah grabbed onto the nearby tree bark as Ahri resumed thrusting from behind. It was a primal experience for Xayah, who rarely engaged in sex like this. She couldn't see the nine-tailed fox's face, but the lack of visual stimulation added an extra, sensual appeal to the sounds Ahri made. And she made a lot of noises. Unlike Rakan, who would do a cute, panting whine when he was close to climaxing, Ahri was extremely vocal and enthusiastic throughout their encounter. Her tails stroked Xayah's hips and waist, her hard nipples brushed against Xayah's naked back with every thrust, and she even offered back-handed compliments.
"This pussy- I understand how you whipped that perv now," Ahri purred. "But I hate that guy."
The slightly bitter tone made Xayah gasp with excitement. Ahri's jealousy made her veins burn and her clit throb. Ahri fucked her even harder, with wet, clapping thrusts that made a shiver run down Xayah's spine. Any second now, she was going to climax all over Ahri's dick. Lustful tears smeared her make-up down her cheeks.
"Be honest, you like mine better, don't you?" Ahri asked suddenly.
Xayah's eyes widened. She hadn't expected that.
The question rushed through her mind - yes. Ahri fucked her just right. She was never on the bottom with Rakan, but she knew he could never give it to her like this. Ahri's moans against her ear were irresistible. Xayah kept her painted lips tightly shut and raked her violet nails down Ahri's wrists. The kitsune yelped, hips frenzying.
"Come on," Ahri slowed down suddenly, and Xayah nearly screamed at her for stopping. Instead, she glanced over her shoulder with an angry gaze, her honey eyes dark with lust. "Tell me, whose is better?"
"Rakan's," Xayah said softly, and Ahri smirked.
"Everything you say is bullshit." Ahri's smile widened, and she stopped completely. "If you love his dick so much, pull yourself off my dick and go run off to him… but you won't, because you're a little lying slut," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I can feel how much you like having me inside you. You love it. You love that I hunted you down." She wrapped her hand around Xayah's throat, squeezing gently. "You can't resist me, admit it~"
Xayah gasped, a mixture of pleasure and fear coursing through her body. Ahri's dominance, the sound of her voice, the feeling of their hot skin brushing - all of it was intoxicating. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensation of Ahri's hand on her throat, the excitement it brought to her. She was powerless beneath Ahri, she was dominated, she was nothing but a hole, she was a Vastaya hole, and she was about to have a hot load dumped inside her. She could feel it. Despite not moving, the kitsune's dick twitched like a heartbeat inside her. Ahri obviously wanted to start pounding away mercilessly, but was restraining herself.
Ahri's breath was sweet as she whispered against Xayah's ear, her hot breath washing over her skin. "You're mine," she said. "Say it, and I'll let you cum."
Xayah needed it. She needed to be moved and stretched. She needed Ahri to do it. Rakan wouldn't satisfy her, not right now, maybe not ever again. For the first time that night, she was entirely honest.
"I'm yours," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper.
"That's right," Ahri said, tightening her grip on Xayah's throat. "You're mine, and I'm going to breed you, Xayah. Be thankful, okay? You're my first like this."
Ahri resumed thrusting, her movements faster and more intense than before. Xayah's body shuddered as she felt the pressure building inside her, her orgasm approaching rapidly. Ahri's hand on her throat and the overwhelming sensation of being completely dominated pushed her over the edge, and she cried out as she came hard. Ahri continued to rut into her, drawing out Xayah's orgasm until she was trembling and weak. The Lhotlan felt the hard beast of a dick inside her flex and pulse. She obediently listened to her instincts and let a second orgasm rip through her, and she sobbed at the overly intense and nonstop feeling of being painted white on the inside. Ahri's seed flooded inside her, thick and hot, filling her with a monstrous heat that she wanted to stop and yet could never get enough of. She felt Ahri continue to pump that aching hose of a dick into her burning cunt. The cum coated her walls and didn't stop there, it pushed past that last defense to her most deep chambers that even her loved Rakan had not entered yet and made itself right at home.
Finally, panting, Ahri pulled out of Xayah and let go of her throat, allowing her to fall forward onto the tree.
As Xayah slumped forward, her chest heaved with each breath. Ahri felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her as she looked down at the woman she had just claimed as her own. It was addictive, using Xayah like that. Ahri leaned down and whispered in the well-fucked woman's ear, "You were amazing, little bird."
Xayah didn't respond, but Ahri didn't mind. She knew the other vastaya was spent, and that was enough for now. Ahri stood up and took a step back, admiring the way Xayah's body looked with the dim sun filtering in through the trees.
"Make sure you clean yourself up before returning to camp; you're covered in my scent. Don't want Rakan to get jealous, though, he won't be happy to find out about the load of cum in you either way." Ahri turned to walk away. Then, the kitsune paused, glancing back. "-If you keep being such a good hole, maybe I'll stick around for your little revolution, Xayah. Thanks for the fun."
Ahri smiled as she disappeared into the shadows, leaving Xayah panting and broken, her glistening sex leaking. Xayah struggled to catch her breath as she lay there on the ground, her body still trembling with pleasure. She felt a mix of emotions - shame, confusion, and an intense sense of satisfaction. As she slowly got up and began to make her way back to camp, she took a dip in the stream, trying to wash away the scent of Ahri and the memories of what had happened. But no matter how hard she tried; she couldn't forget the way Ahri had made her feel. Was it worth it? Was it right? She couldn't answer those questions, but one thing was clear - there was no going back now.
Already, she was wondering when she and Ahri would go hunting alone again.
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-Shaboobamon