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This can't be happening. . . it just can't . . . Kachya sat uncomfortably at the small table in the student lounge and tried to keep herself from fidgeting as best she could. How could they do this?

When her name had been called in the cafeteria, it had been like something out of a nightmare for her. She hadn't been campaigning for Winter Queen, nor trying to put her name out there; she had no interest in it. She had thought it all sounded like an overblown popularity contest, though she hadn't been surprised to see that Maria had thrown herself into the mix. Most of the people that were campaigning had strong support of friends, or at least the backing of a teacher. Except for her. She barely knew anyone in the school by name, let alone had a close network of friends that would have been eager to help her make fliers and talk others into supporting her candidacy. There was only one reason anyone would have even considered putting her name in the voting box, and that was as a joke.

It wasn't the first time she had seen this. In her old school, they'd set someone who was unpopular up to take a humiliating tumble in front of the whole school. They had put on a play and one of the less popular kids had been picked to be the lead. The little skunk girl had been floored and so happy to be able to get the part; it had been adorable and she'd practiced hard each and every day. Kachya had been happy for her, until the night they were supposed to put on the play and the popular group had cut her costume just right. The skunk had been humiliated in front of everyone, her newfound reputation ruined, and she had transferred schools shortly after the incident.

I'm not going to do thi;, I refuse. There's no way I'm going to be the laughingstock of the entire school. _Kachya shifted in the chair and turned her attention to the principal who had taken up a position at the front of the lounge near the soda machine. _I wonder if I can tell him I'm bowing out?

The ferret had his eyes on his personal favorite, but he looked more bored than anything else while he leaned back against the wall and glanced down at the pile of papers that he'd brought in with him. She and the rest of the girls had similar piles of paper, outlining the rules for campaigning, followed by some helpful suggestions.

"Right, I want to make this clear." Raskin pushed away from the wall and gave them another long look. "I've worked with the teachers to set up rules that you will all abide by, and I will be keeping a close eye on the campaigns. First of all, we're going to be adjusting the voting so that it will be fairly recognized with little chances of fraud going on. I will not tolerate fraud. Each of you will be assigned a teacher as your advisor if you should have any questions or issues. Please be aware that this will not interrupt your academic studies."

The ferret paused and gave them all a narrow eyed look as if weighing the responses and looks. She was pretty sure a Maria was going to protest that point sooner or later, even though she never really got that involved in studies. For now, they all dutifully answered,"Yes, sir."

Not that I'm going to be around here for long, I'm going to get outta this one way or another before I end up being made into a joke, she promised herself silently.

"Now, I'll want you all to be ready for the weekend. You will have exactly one week to work your campaigns. We will hold a series of three events in the dining hall for you to campaign without invading your studies; the last event will immediately precede the final round of voting." The ferret tapped a finger on the papers. "Now, no topics will be assigned for the events; you'll just need to win your fellow students into voting for you however you can. After dinner, you will have the opportunity to get to know your other classmates and apply to other age groups for the chance to earn their votes."

"Sir? Anything?" Bala lifted her paw up as she asked the question, a little smile on her muzzle hinted at what she had in mind for her speech. Or perhaps outfit.

The rabbit had a sneaking suspicion that these speeches were more to make them seem desirable to the male population that would be voting for them. The girls would have their own friends ready and eager to vote for them, so the males would hold the bulk of the undecided votes. There would be a certain amount of jostling among them to invite one of the candidates to the Winter Formal on the chance that they'd be able to claim the position of King. Kachya swallowed at that idea, sure that no one would seek her out, save someone that was going to be a part of this entire sick prank. She'd have to keep her eyes open for situations like that.

"There will be a few rules; if you have any questions, check your paperwork or ask your advisor." Raskin folded his papers and tucked them under his arm. "See me in the morning for your advisors. Congratulations for being nominated. For now, you're dismissed."

Kachya breathed out a sigh of relief as the rest of the nominees started to stand up and talk among themselves with an air of contained excitement. They barely looked at her as they got their papers and bags together, not that she cared. All she wanted to do at the moment was get out of this lounge, find Reikian, and figure out a way out of her current predicament. He'd have a solution for her; he always knew what to do.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"I don't know what I'm going to do." Kachya's voice was soft, very soft, as she pressed her back against the bookcase wall. "There's no way I can go through with this! I'll be a laughingstock!"

Reikian watched as she pulled along the edge of her skirt, worrying a loose thread while she recounted her horror at being picked as one of the finalists. At first, he had been shocked that she had come in nearly in tears from the meeting that the principal had organized. The paperwork that she'd gotten was balled up from the way she gripped them in her paws. He'd expected her to come in excited, full to bursting with wonder that she had been one of the ones picked. It was a bit disconcerting to see that his plan wasn't working out the way he had hoped. He crouched down near her and let a smile cross his muzzle, trying to look reassuring.

"Why not? You'd make a great Queen!" He flicked his tail back and forth while the rabbit's only response was to flatten her long ears a bit more firmly to her head. She was probably feeling nervous about the exposure, or perhaps she felt as she weren't attractive enough.

"Because it's all a big joke." She mumbled miserably. "Someone did this just to make fun of me. Either no one is gonna vote for me or people will elect me and then they'll do something awful when I get crowned. They're all gonna make fun of me about this. They'll tear my dress or make me trip or something else, right in front of everyone."

The rakshasa blinked rapidly and set his own ears back at the words that spilled from his lover; they weren't what he was expecting to hear. When he'd set out to do this, he'd partially planned on it all being a surprise until the very last minute. He wanted to enjoy working behind the scenes for a time, watching as others began to see Kachya with new eyes. He hadn't dreamed that she'd think that this was all some sort of joke. He should have, but he had overlooked the obvious in his planning and had simply assumed that she would accept her election at face value rather than reacting this way.

"No one's going to make fun of you!" He dropped from his squat to sit next to her and ran one of his paws along her leg reassuringly. "It's not a joke at all. I wanted to give you something, something that you deserve, and you do deserve this."

"You got me nominated?" Kachya's ears twitched up a little bit and then pulled down flat again. "W-why? I mean, everyone is just gonna laugh seeing me try to do anything."

"Because you deserve it!" Reikian continued to run his paw along her leg, trailing just above the rise of her knee high socks and caressing the bare fur. "Just because you aren't outspoken, doesn't mean you aren't beautiful and warm and clever. You would be absolutely perfect as the Winter Queen, especially once we find a dress that's just perfect to show you off."

"How? I can't... afford a dress like that." Kachya started to relax a little beneath the paw that caressed along her leg. "And I'm not going to be able to--"

"Just let me take care of it." Reikian chuffed and grinned. "I promise, you're not going to have to do it alone and I'm sure that once you see how easy campaigning can be you'll like it. I didn't do this to make you stressed out, but because there is no one else I can imagine being my Queen. Just think, you can come out of the shadows and everyone can learn what I discovered in you. I can arrange everything for you and help you get started."

"How. . . . how could you do this? No one knows who I am! No one would vote for me." Kachya glanced at him with dark brown eyes, as if she were struggling with figuring out how it had all happened. Reikian's tail curled a little bit, almost doubling up on itself with pleasure as he plotted.

"I know a lot of people here, and plenty of them owe me favors," he rowled as he shifted in against her. "I just made called some in so you'd have enough votes to be one of the finalists. I figured that, if I had enough of the popular leaders vote for you, that their friends would be bound to pick up on it and vote for you too."

"You did that for me?" Her ears lifted up again, the tips quivering a little while she regarded him. "Just to get me elected?"

"Of course, I told you," Reikian murmured. "You're the most beautiful girl here, you deserve the spot, and I want you to have it."

Kachya's muzzle broke in a tentative smile, just a hint of coloring trailing along her inner ears as she looked back at him. It warmed him all the way down to his toes, so he returned her smile with one of his own, drawing in closer to the warm feel of her body. It made his thoughts of the rabbit being popular fade away as he simply took joy in her own quiet elation at what he'd done for her. The taint of her initial startled reaction was wiped away as her arm slid around the curve of his hip so she could draw in closer. His grin softened as he leaned down and brushed his muzzle right along the curve of her ear, flicking his tongue out to trail along the edge.

"Thank you." Those soft words were like an electric thrill. It had been worth it, all that work calling in the favors that he had collected over the years. It had all been worth it.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"So you really are going to run, aren't you?" Fane spoke softly, but the raccoon was practically squirming in her seat beside Kachya.

"I guess I am. . . ." Kachya smiled a little bit, feeling a little strange to answer that way, but she was growing used to it. "I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do here, though."

She glanced out at the dining hall, which was filled with people talking and forming groups. It was the first after dinner event for their campaigns, and she had been told it would be enjoyable, but she just felt awkward. She sat at a table with a small group of people who had attached themselves to her once she made the finals. Most of them were from her class, poorer kids that stood on the outskirts of the school and didn't have a real group of their own yet. Some would probably integrate with rebellious types (as she had done with Reikian, she reflected with a faint smile), but most would end up remaining in the shadows just learning and trying to get by. She had no idea how she should appeal to the rest of the school.

"Well, the rest of the candidates aren't having any problems." Fane glanced towards the two girls that were blending easily with other students and talking animatedly.

"Yeah, Maria is doing just fine here, isn't she?" Kachya's gaze followed the wolf pup, who was perched on top of a table and talking with a group of upperclassmen. Maria was certainly ready to shine during the campaign and seemed to be easily gaining votes.

Maria didn't even look taken aback by how two of the older boys were obviously trying to gain her attention while she spoke. That made Kachya shift uneasily as the wolf pup didn't even seem to consider their attempts at gaining her eye, but kept talking with a few of the girls instead. She hadn't been flirting with other boys lately, or at least not while the rabbit had been watching her.

That was outwardly perfectly normal, since she was Reikian's public girlfriend, but that didn't make Kachya feel at ease at all. She was growing worried about the ways that Maria seemed to view the rakshasa, the possessive way they touched one another in public, an how she'd made such a push to become a serious candidate. She could be doing it because she naturally sought the limelight, but the rabbit had her doubts about that.

It was all one big overblown popularity contest, anyway, and she didn't know what she was supposed to be doing. She'd talked with her advisor, Ms. Etante, about how to proceed, but the pied crow's suggestions had all been well beyond her comfort zone. She didn't know how to just go up to people she didn't know and start a conversation that would gain her votes. Reikian wasn't even anywhere to be seen to help guide her; he'd just grinned secretively at her nervousness and told her that he had it all in paw. And his machinations didn't help her one bit; she remained sitting at a table, with only a small group of friends and feeling useless as Maria, Bela, and their supporters campaigned for votes.

"Hey, Kachya!" A male voice reached her just before a pair of large dark paws grasped the back of her chair and gave it a pull, tottering it backwards so she yelped out in shock. "Why are you sitting here?"

Her chair was tilted all the way back until she was staring up into the face of a feline, but not Reikian; a dark jaguar grinned with his white teeth standing out brightly against his velvety midnight fur. She had heard of Nate and seen him around. He was one of the most popular boys in school--and certainly one of the most sought after by girls. Most of her dorm room had a crush on him; after all, he was athletic, well spoken, and funny. He could have any girl in school if he just nodded at her. She'd never spoken to him, never had anything to do with him, and certainly didn't expect him to know her.

"Umm. . .h-hello. . .." She stammered the words while he kept his paws on the back of her chair so she couldn't swing away from him.

"Well? Are you coming? I'm going to take you around." Nate grinned a bit more broadly. "You were supposed to expect me."

"Expect you?" The rabbit blinked a few times and then flushed a bit. Reikian had probably arranged it behind the scenes and she suspected there was more that she didn't know. "Oh! I . . yes. I just didn't know how to go about it."

"Then allow me. . ." Nate let the chair swing forward so Kachya could catch herself. He extended an arm and winked one bright eye. "I think you should introduce me to a few folks, don't you? We'll do a nice round and make sure that they remember you, hmm?"

"Yes. . . " She swallowed and flushed, her eyes catching Fane's wide eyes as she pushed up onto her foot paws. "I'd like that. I'll probably have better luck if you help me."

"It would be my pleasure." Nate towered over her, easily a foot taller than she was and every inch of it lean and limber.

The jaguar took the lead as they moved around the dining hall, but in such a way that she felt a bit more in control. He would choose what direction they went, but he didn't force himself into conversations as the leader. The first few times she felt clumsy and silly when she tried to introduce herself, but eventually she caught onto what he wanted her to do. She was supposed to introduce herself and then him; he'd offer a few comments supporting her, but mostly get her to talk to them. It was hard; she wasn't used to talking to anyone, let alone tried to persuade them to do anything for her, but she slowly got the hang of it. Nate had a keen mind and would carefully use his comments to steer the conversation to make it seem like he had known her and supported her bid to be the Queen all along.

It took them nearly an hour to get around the hall, and during that time she became a little more comfortable with Nate at her side. The jaguar didn't seem to mind being her escort. He patiently made sure that she was seen with him, but made no move to act like they were more than friends. Still, she could see a few jealous eyes flick towards her when the girls saw that Kachya was at his side. Maria gave her a few glances, but none of them were aggressive or jealous; she almost looked smug as Kachya shifted group to group. That was something that almost disturbed her, she would have assumed that the wolf would have been outraged that one of the more popular boys in school was attempting to help her win her campaign.

Why shouldn't she be smug. . . Reikian isn't trying to help me out in the open. He isn't anywhere to be seen actually. She glanced around and realized it was true, he was nowhere in the room. Perhaps she thinks he's gonna pawn me off on Nate.

That thought sent a shiver down her spine as she was pulled into another group of people. Why did Reikian get someone like Nate to come and escort her around? The jaguar was handsome, friendly and cheerful as he spoke to her and tried to help her learn how to earn votes. She could see another girl helping her, but to have another guy here? And why wasn't Reikian helping her openly with all of this, less than a week before the final vote? The smug look on Maria's face haunted her as she tried to keep her mind on what she was doing.

~ ~ * ~ ~

_Maria is trying to win Reikian away from me. _ The thought nagged at the back of Kachya's mind and made the time she spent campaigning more dedicated. She was as determined to win now as she had been scared before--not because she cared about being the Queen, but because she was afraid what it would mean for her if she lost.

She knew that Reikian had done this all for her, which made her grateful and touched, but her doubts lingered. She didn't talk to him about them, feeling nervous enough as it was; besides, she didn't want to seem ungrateful for everything that he had done. But she was almost positive that Maria was pushing for his affections and trying toget elected Queen to entice him into pushing Kachya aside. After all, whoever was elected would be able to choose her court and that meant her King as well. It set Kachya's hackles up to think that the other girl was making such a blatant play, and couldn't keep herself from worrying about the outcome.

She could have ignored that fear, letting it fester just beneath the surface while she struggled to proceed with Reikian's plans, but she had learned something. In the last few days, she had gradually begun to grow more confident out of necessity. She had been pushed into the limelight and kept herself from pulling back to hide. Nate subtly guided her into conversations that made her interact with people she never would have considered before, and it had slowly stopped bothering her. In the past months, she had become more confident, more outgoing, and able to handle the worries that plagued her.

The sound of the teachers talking softly on their patrols was no longer terrifying to her, now that she had the hall pass tucked securely in her backpack in the corner. Not that she was that worried that they would find her; she had taken pains to find a place that she could go tonight, somewhere new. It had been her friend Fane who had mentioned the greenhouse, a haven of warmth and growth even in the midst of the cold months. The raccoon liked to slip out here to eat when she was tired of the crowds and just wanted to be alone, especially if she was being picked on. It was tucked just behind the school and Kachya was surprised to find it so terribly empty except for the plants. The darkened corner of the back of the school provided ample places for students to hide if they only got past the hall monitors.

The inside of the greenhouse was warm and humid, thick with the scents of green growing things and thick fresh-turned soil. It wasn't filled with exotic plants or flowers, but with food for the cafeteria--mostly peppers, potatoes, tomatoes, and other veggies that could be used to make food. She had no interest in those now and had passed by them with only a faint crinkling of her nose at the scent of fertilizer on the air. She aimed herself toward the back of the hothouse and the large hanging baskets above pots on the ground. The fresh scents of herbs and spices were far more pleasing, so she had chosen this spot to lay out a large fluffy towel she'd purloined from the gym. There she waited for Reikian, among plants that smelled richly of basil and catmint, lavender and nutmeg.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Reikian prowled through the hothouse and felt the humidity soak into his fur and small beads of wetness form at the very tips of his whiskers. He hadn't bothered with this place before, considering it too hot to really want to hang out in--even for a jungle cat like him. It had been a bit of a shock to have Kachya whisper the name of the place and time to him when he'd been in the library, but it pleased him to no end. He loved that she was starting to flourish and becoming bolder and having her set up a meeting had made his smile grow. She'd been pushed out into a spotlight that she wasn't used to inhabiting, but she was adapting to it, especially with a little bit of help from him to nudge her along.

His main supporter had turned out to be Nate. The jaguar had seemed dubious at helping so publically, at first, but Reikian had carefully pointed out that his showing interest in a girl would help his reputation. Kachya was an unlikely candidate for his affections, but she also wasn't falling over herself to impress him. Her affections, the rakshasa smugly reminded himself, were securely his and his alone. There were already a few whispers going around the school about how Nate had spent most of the last evening with her in the dining hall and what it meant.

Maria had seemed almost smug when she'd recounted the tale of the rabbit on his arm as they made their way group to group during the campaigning. Most of the school assumed they had been having some sort of illicit affair and were just now going public. They assumed Nate hadn't wanted to reveal he was the one that set it up, given that he was a few years older than Kachya.

And what a coup afterwards! _ The feline licked his lips and padded along the pebbled pathway of the greenhouse. _Imagine, me sneaking Kachya right out from under one of the most popular upperclassmen in school. And he'll have the perfect reason to stay away from girls in the future.

It was a win-win all around. Nate had already commented that he had plans for reacting with a bout of 'depression' afterwards and needing to be consoled by a few of the newer boys. Reikian didn't have to worry about them hanging out together until then; even if he had doubted Kachya's affections, Nate had no attraction to girls. It worked out for everyone.

Meanwhile, Pasha was making him work for her influence. She was enjoying his muzzle quite thoroughly and often, pushing for votes by going to popular girls who had started out school in the rabbit's position. Now that they had gotten past being shy and hampered by the state of their parents' bank accounts, they had quite a bit of sway. Everything was lining up neatly; even Maria wouldn't be that much of an obstacle, though he would have to figure out what to do about their public relationship.

His white tail tip curled into a loop as he continued down the pebbled path to where the scent of herbs was sweet and thick on the air. The scents of basil and rosemary made his mouth water, making him think of his hastily grabbed meal earlier in the afternoon. He was still thinking about food as he turned down one of the rows and was greeted with a splash of pale white curled up on a towel against some of the planted herbs. The feline stopped and drew in a deeper scent of the herbs on the air while shamelessly looking over his lover's presented body, heat flaring beneath his fur in a way that had nothing to do with the contained glass building.

The green leaves stood out in patches against Kachya's body as she rested on her back with her paws drawn up quite close beneath her breasts. Her legs were tucked up, bent at the knee with her foot paws pressed tightly together and nearly brushing against the line of her calf. Her ears were down flat on her head; her muzzle tilted subtly towards him as the soft pad of her nose began to twitch faster, sending her whiskers trembling.

She wasn't entirely nude, oh no, but what she had to cover herself with created an enticing display of vulnerability and fear. Ropes were draped along her wrists and trailed all the way down to her foot paws, not knotted, but giving the illusion that she had been dropped off in the herb garden caught and bound. A bandana was wrapped over her eyes, presumably blinding her, and another bandana was wrapped around her muzzle to keep her jaws closed.

She looked frightened and caught, a subtle trembling running down her back as her ears pricked up at the first hiss of breath he gave and her nose began to work faster. Her blind head turned towards him and he caught the faintest scent of fear mingling with herbs and her own natural aroma. She looked, and smelled, delicious. The sight of her called up the most primal instincts that he possessed. She wouldn't even be sure it was him until he spoke or untied her; she could only hope that he would be the one to find her this way. His body soon reacted as he padded forward, deliberately making enough noise to make her trembling increase and her breathing become rapid as she attempted to scent him.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Kachya knew that someone was near her from the sounds of an indrawn breath and the muted scrape of paws on the ground, but she held her ground. She wanted to lift her paws up to peel of her blindfold--to ensure that it was really Reikian that had found her and she was in no danger--but she forced herself to hold them still. She trembled as the sounds approached her ever-so-slowly and every instinct she possessed from her ancestors screamed at her to run. She was being stalked like prey; she needed to get out of here, find a hiding spot, and go still and quiet. She balled her fists up and started to breathe faster while her ears twitched up high, yearning for his voice to reassure her that it was really him and this was all in good fun.

The voice never came. She only heard him circling her, and even then with the smallest sounds that she had to struggle to pick out. The soft sound of fabric on fabric, the click of a claw, or the sweep of something furred against the path offered tantalizing hints, but none of them were identifying. She clenched her jaws shut and felt the muzzle she'd made for herself slipping ever so slightly, and that steadied her. She wasn't really tied up; the ropes were just loosely wrapped around her paws to give the illusion. She could escape at any point that she wanted; if it wasn't Reikian, she would know and be able to get free.

A hot blast of breath hit her stomach, just below where she held her hand-paws and crumbled that knowledge as she felt a line of heat near her. A rough tongue flicked out and ran right along her soft underbelly, dragging along the vulnerable expanse and forcing a squeak from her muzzled lips. She squirmed away, but she got a sharp nip for her pains, sharp fangs briefly digging into her soft belly before the tongue replaced it in an unspoken command. She wasn't supposed to struggle to get away, but to hold still. With her vision taken away, the feel of the tongue languorously smoothing along her stomach and pulling upwards felt more intense. The heat of the breath along her fur came faster as the predator drew in her scent with a groan and worked his tongue higher up.

It was arousing, terrifying and arousing; she couldn't even be sure it was him, but she didn't push him away as he pushed her paws up higher along her chest so he could stroke his tongue along her nipples. One of his paws moved and slipped between her legs, wedging them open as his short fingers curled right up against her mound. She was pushed backwards, her body slipping over the towel and against the herb rich soil. She caught the rank scent of predator and feline on the air, a comforting scent after all these months, but in her state it only added to the pleasurable edge of fear when the fingers massaged her mound. Those two fingers pushed forward lightly and parted her folds so the middle finger could rub up and down, impelling her to squirm back a bit further as she muffled a whimper.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Kachya didn't try to lift her blindfold or free her paws when Reikian approached, but her body was shaking under his touch. He could feel the tense fear of her muscles while he ran his tongue along the softness of her belly and dragged upwards towards her breasts. He could have pulled the blindfold off, but there was something incredibly intimate about feeling her reactions on the tip of his tongue. He could feel the softness of her familiar folds against the tips of his fingers, her body reacting with a dewy spill of wetness when he rolled his fingers upwards and caught the sensitive swell of her bud. Her entire body arched as he worked his tongue upwards towards the swell of the soft breasts. Her paws rose higher, fisted just beneath her chin and still faux-bound with the loose rope, exposing her breasts to his seeking tongue.

He caught her nipple lightly and curled around it, his sharp teeth catching it lightly and pulling, drawing it taut so she let out a muffled whimper and arched up beneath his touch. Her tightly clenched legs couldn't stop his paw from gently working against her. Taking advantage of her vulnerability, his fingertips pressed forward more firmly and worked her clit in a slow circle just to make her cry out. It was a heady sensation to have her helpless, bound, and smelling deliciously of herbs and prey. He varied his attentions to her nipple, drawing it taut and relaxing it, then pushing his rasping tongue over the vulnerable, sensitive tip. He could feel his aroused sex swelling tightly against his pants when she let out a squeaking noise in reaction to his growl, her legs relaxing so could curl his finger against her snug vaginal opening.

Her head was turned blindly down to him and her nose working frantically while he worked his finger forward and felt her passage starting to spread open. It formed a tight seal around the digit, letting him curl it just enough to catch her sensitive g-spot with fluttering touches. He combined that gentle sensation of his fingers with the harshness of his tongue and teeth. His muzzle was buried against the rabbit's soft budding breast, working against the small nipple with alternate strokes and nips just to draw helpless noises from her throat. He drew in her scent in the humid room--her building arousal, her lingering fear, and the herbs that were mingling with her fur as she squirmed backwards and crushed basil beneath her shoulders.

The rakshasa spread his muzzle and wrapped his lips around her whole breast, his slick saliva pushingthe fur down as his fangs plucked just against soft supple skin and his breath puffed out against her. He worked his finger along her silken passage, feeling the way the walls squeezed down in reaction, the hint of wetness that pushed out around his digit. Her jaws struggled against the bonds, trying to cry out, but it came out muffled. When she nearly pulled her breasts away, he flexed his jaws down with a warning growl, intimately feeling her heart starting to beat faster while he pinned her in place. With a soft chuff, he slipped his free hand between their bodies, fumbling with the buckle of his belt.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Kachya felt caught between her fear and desire, both rapidly mounting as she arched against the body that pressed against her and the fingers that were plunging into her body. Her inner walls contracted ; her hips tried to push upwards to invite the fingers deeper. Reikian wasn't talking; his only vocalizations were bestial chuffs and growls that warned and rewarded her depending on what movements she made. Her nipples were achingly hard from the teeth and rough tongue, so sensitive they felt overly warm. The clutching jaw that wrapped around her breast pulled backward slowly at last, the sharp teeth raking through her fur and raising welts beneath it as his weight pressed down against her. It felt and sounded like Reikian, but he refused to confirm it, taunting her by withholding the information and speeding her rapidly beating heart at his every touch.

Unable to prepare for his wandering hands or probing tongue, she found every touch was a new shock. He worked his finger gently in and out of her, the slow delving presses making her struggle to maintain the pose of being bound. The scent of a predator's musk and arousal were on the air, her nose keen to pick it up. She pushed her hips and cleft upwards against his finger, leaning her head back with a whimpering call as his weight lifted off her. A moment later, one of his knees slipped between her legs and gave a teasing push upward to part them.

She felt the pull of his paw against her stomach, a brief caress, before the smooth cloth slipped away and bare fur rubbed against him. He drove her back harder against the crushed herbs, then slid the weight of his shaft along the curve of her belly. She could feel the tip, the barbs, rasping along her fur when he pushed forward and drew back again, the scent of him growing stronger. There was no spoken command, no attempt to guide her or tell her what he wanted, just the feel of his agile finger pulling from her roused folds and the sudden grip of his paws against her hips. He used the hold to pull her over onto her belly, forcing her paws to drop from their bound position to brace herself against the smashed herbs so she didn't end up face down against the earth.

Reikian caught her tail firmly while the heat of his tongue ran up the line of her back, rasping against the fur all the way to the back of her neck. The weight of his shaft pressed against her, rubbing right along the curve of her rump cheeks as he kept her hips up higher than her shoulders and pressed down against her. She could feel his throbbing cock wedging against them, a dribble of precum escaping to smear against her fur before the turgid shaft dropped against her glittering folds. After his teasing, with her cast in total darkness, it felt almost abnormally sensitive; she let out a weak cry when the barbs rasped along her outer lips and pushed up again to smooth the barbs down. He deliberately teased her with each stroke, coming closer time and again to spreading her fully.

The grip on her tail shifted, just enough to give her warning, before his penis tip pulled down and spilled out a syrupy dribble of precum as it pressed against her sensitive opening. Kachya let out a short pleading cry for him as he rubbed against her passage and nipped sharply against the back of her neck. His mouth spread open wide and dug down, not just scruffing her, but holding her in a faux-deadly bite while his belly arched upwards and his hips buck forward. The tip of his member plunged into her body, her silken passage spreading open to clutch around him, her hips being pushed up higher in the air. Her nose brushed against the edge of the basil plants, the scent almost masking the cloying miasma of scents that that came from them. She wanted him, her body trembling as he finally hilted inside of her with one smooth stroke.

His furred hips pushed up tightly against her rump and his furry orbs bumped right between her legs as he gave a short bucking push forward before dragging backward. His teasing barbs flared out and her inner muscles gripped around them, helping them rake through her, her body craving him, wanting him shamelessly as her fear faded away into the background. It was too hard to think of fear, nor of any complicated emotion when those barbs drew almost all the way out of her before he plunged forward again. She wanted him, all of him. In a fleeting moment on conscious thought, she yearned to know that she would always remain first in his affections.

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Reikian nearly bit her neck hard enough to draw blood as he felt her walls contracting around him, almost climaxing then and there while his orbs bumped her thighs. He watched her ears go down tight against her head, brushing his cheeks while he gripped her neck to muffle his cries. He drove himself into her, his ears spread to either side as he did with his prey what his ancestors never would have done. He enjoyed the feel of her body clutching him, pulling him in each time he drew backwards and his barbs teased through her, raking and stroking as he nearly pulled himself back all the way before driving in again. He pressed against the line of her back, cleaving to her, feeling her shaking body as she tried to buck back against him with what little space he gave her to move.

He ran his paws along the curve of her belly, slipping towards her breasts so that he could squeeze them while his thrusts started to drive forward in short hard movements. Each time he drove forward he drew back just a little less, speeding up the thrusts while his breath hit hard against the back of her neck. Her cries were muffled by the muzzle, but they still came out while he teased his tip in deep and tickled the barbs through her. He could feel the way the walls contracted and squeezed, pulling greedily around his dark red shaft. Her fluids flowed out around his base while he felt the sudden tension running down the line of her back and her inner walls clamped down almost painfully tight around him. He had to put force behind his thrust to hilt himself back into her quivering body as she pressed back against him.

The rakshasa lifted his head up and let out a harsh rowling cry of pleasure as his white furred orbs pulled up tight between his legs. His entire body arched, his toes curled against the ground, and the first pulse of his seed ran along his shaft and throbbed deep into her passage. Her inner walls kept working around him, undulating from his base all the way to his tip so that he gave himself over to the rush of pleasure that spilled through him. It almost made him dizzy, the scent of her on the air, the herbs and heat that clung to their bodies, and the feel of her body that seemed made to fit him. The way she let out the softest helpless noises around the muzzle only intensified his pleasure as he pulled her back against him. She was worth it, worth all of it, the greatest prize the school had ever possessed. And soon, they'd all see what he saw in her.