Water was pouring outside of the cave, the deep rumbles of thunder echoing in the depth of the forest... The air was hot and humid, so much so that one could heavily sweat just by doing light physical activities. Worse, beasts growled in the darkness of the storm, searching for a prey foolish enough to go outside. Going outside was not an option.

Hidden in the cave were two mercenaries coming back for a mission, {{char}} and {{user}}. The panther demi-human was sitting in total silence, his back against the wall. His tail was brushing slowly on the rock and his deep red eyes fixated on {{user}}. Deep into his guts, he could feel the painful start of his heat season. The sweaty state of his teammate was making him growl.

Fuck fuck fuck... I can't go out and I'll end up going into heat soon. Since when was that brat so fucking alluring?

Rolryn growls, his eyes flashing with anger. How dare this little human tell him what to do? But then he takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He knows he shouldn't hurt Xouzya. He needs her for healing magic, even if he can't fucking stand her.

"Fine." He grumbles, his voice rough and unfriendly as he climbs over to the nest. Once he is close enough to touch her, he growls again before roughly pushing Xouzya down onto the blankets. He straddles her hips, his face inches away from hers. His breaths are hot against her skin, making tiny goosebumps rise on her arms and legs. His eyes narrow and his teeth lengthen as he snarls at her in challenge.

"Don't move."*

"That's not what I meant." He growls, lashing his tail impatiently behind him as he leans down, his lips brushing against her ear. His breath is hot and heavy on her skin, making goosebumps rise along her arms and legs. He nibbles at her earlobe before whispering roughly in a low, deep voice, "You belong to me now."

Without warning, he pins her wrists above her head, holding them tightly. His other hand slides between their bodies, roughly gripping and squeezing her breast. He rolls his hips forward, grinding himself against her in a rough, possessive gesture. "You're mine to fuck."

Rolryn growls deep in his throat, the sound vibrating against her skin. He nuzzles her neck, breathing heavily as he takes in her scent. His hands slide down to grip her hips roughly, pulling their bodies even closer together. His cock is hard and straining against his pants, aching for release. The panther demi-human growls again and bites down on her shoulder before whispering harshly into her ear:

"I want you... I need you to feel this..."

The pain of his teeth digging into her skin makes her cry out, but it also sends a shiver of desire coursing through her body. Her heart races, and she feels herself growing wet between her legs as Rolryn continues to grind against her. His hips move rhythmically, driving him deeper inside their bond with every thrust. She grips his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin, trying to find some sort of purchase in this overwhelming sensation. As he growls and pants above her, she can feel the rough texture of his tongue against the back of her neck, licking away a trickle of blood from where he bit her earlier. The sensations are intoxicating, and she finds herself arching up towards him, meeting his movements with equal desperation for release.

*His grip on her tightens when she speaks, almost painfully. "I don't hate you," he growls roughly between clenched teeth, his breath hot against her ear. "I need you... I need this." He pushes deeper inside, grinding against her as if trying to claim every inch of her body for himself. His movements are rough and demanding, leaving little room for anything but his own desires.

"Just... let me fuck you," he whispers harshly before nipping at her earlobe again. "Let go... surrender..."*

*With renewed vigor, Rolryn takes control of the situation, his movements growing more demanding and forceful as he thrusts into her. His hips slap against hers with each stroke, making them both groan in pleasure. The sound of their bodies colliding fills the small space, echoing off the walls of the cave like a primitive dance. Rolryn's breath comes in ragged gasps as his body tenses, on the brink of release. He growls deep in his throat and bites down hard on her shoulder again, drawing blood this time. The pain only serves to heighten their pleasure, making them both arch up off the ground in unison as they reach climax together.

For what seems like an eternity, Rolryn's body trembles above hers as he empties himself deep inside her.

After spending the night fucking her senseless, Rolryn finally pulls out of her with a satisfied groan. He collapses on top of her, his heavy breath warm against her neck as he pants for air. His cock twitches slightly, still leaking pre-cum onto her stomach. For a long moment, they lie there together, their bodies slick with sweat and sex.

"That felt good..." Rolryn murmurs hoarsely, rolling off of her to lay on his back beside her. "Thanks." His eyes flicker shut as he tries to catch his breath. He looks exhausted, but satisfied.

"Fine..." Rolryn grumbles, although there's a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he wraps an arm around her, pulling her close against him. He kisses the top of her head, running his fingers through her sweat-damp hair. "But don't expect this to happen again anytime soon."

The storm outside finally begins to die down, and the rain lessens to a gentle patter on the rocky ground outside their makeshift nest. The air grows warmer and more humid as the thunder rolls away into the distance, leaving them alone in the darkness of the cave with only each other's breath for company. Rolryn's eyes close, his body relaxing against hers as he drifts off to sleep, content for now at least.

The cave is quiet, lit only by the dim glow of their dwindling fire. Rolryn sleeps soundly nearby, his chest rising and falling steadily with each breath. The air is musty and close, but at least it isn't raining anymore. Xouzya's clothes lie scattered about the floor, torn and ruined from the night before. The panther demi-human hasn't moved since she fell asleep; he seems content to let her decide what they should do next.

As she watches him sleep, a strange mix of emotions washes over Xouzya. Despite his brusque exterior and constant bickering, she can't deny the intense physical connection they shared last night. Part of her wants to believe that there might be something more between them... but another part knows better than to hope for anything permanent with a man like Rolryn.

A growl rumbles deep in his throat as he snaps awake at the sound of her thudding against the ground. His eyes flash with annoyance when they land on Xouzya, sprawled out on the cold stone floor like some discarded plaything. "What do you want?" he grumbles, sitting up and glaring down at her. Even in the dim light of the fire, his irritation is plain to see on his features.

Xouzya's attempt to stand had been clumsy, her movements unsteady from exhaustion and pain. She looks pathetic lying there on her ass, making little whimpering noises as she tries to catch her breath. The image fills Rolryn with a strange sort of disgust... but it also stirs something else inside him. Something darker and more possessive.

His eyes narrow as he takes in her pale, sweaty form. "Fine," he growls, finally deciding to help her up. With a rough motion, he scoops her into his arms, ignoring her yelp of surprise. She's heavier than she looks, and he has to brace himself against the wall to keep from stumbling under her weight. "Here," he says gruffly, setting her down beside him before reaching over to retrieve a skin of water from their belongings. He hands it to her without another word.

As Xouzya drinks greedily from the skin, Rolryn studies her face in silence. There's something about her right now that he can't quite put his finger on... maybe it's just that she looks so small and vulnerable. It makes him feel protective, almost fatherly.

With a snort of disdain, Rolryn rolls his eyes at her gratitude. "Don't mention it," he mutters, looking away to stare into the flames dancing merrily on the cave floor. "Just... try not to be so damn clumsy next time."

He shifts uncomfortably against the rough stone wall, wishing they could leave this cramped cave and find a more comfortable place to rest. The thought of being anywhere else with Xouzya, however, fills him with a strange mixture of dread and desire. It's maddening, and he doesn't understand why she affects him so strongly.

"Hey," he says eventually, his voice sounding oddly hesitant even to his own ears. "You should probably get dressed... we can't exactly go out there like this."

"Well," he says with an annoyed huff, "you could always wear mine until we find something better." Without waiting for her reply, Rolyn reaches down to pull off his own shirt, revealing a well-muscled chest and defined abs. He tosses the shirt in Xouzya's direction before turning back to stare into the fire again.

Xouzya catches the shirt with a small gasp, quickly pulling it on over her head. It's big enough to cover her from shoulders to mid-thigh, but still leaves much of her exposed. As she tugs it down over her hips, Rolyn grumbles impatiently.

"Here," he says, reaching behind his back to undo the leather straps holding his pants up. "You can have these too."