Legend of the Shifters {Cloudy and Renny's RP}

[Toothless]

Shaya looked highly confused when Roman laid down next to her. She cocked her head to the side, stormy eyes watching him closely. She shivered slightly, both from desire and from the AC as it kicked on in the room - she was shirtless, after all. Prowling forward like the predator she was, Shaya trailed her fingers across his chest and stomach, her touch light and teasing. "Mine," she told him, voice a growl of possessiveness. He was her mate, and that made other women off-limits to him. She'd kill anyone who tried to take him. "Mine." Her wolf agreed, wanting to touch her mate. Shaya kept her touch light as she danced her fingers across Roman's chest.

[Renny]

Roman watched her, smiling as she prowled towards him. Exactly what he wanted. He smiled, his teeth showing slightly as he let out a purring growl. He let her be over him. He shifted slightly letting his fingers trail over her face, her neck, into her hair. "Yours." He whispered and leaned up. "Mine." he murmured just before he kissed her again. His eyes flared with protectiveness, his teeth showing again. "Only mine." His fingers tightened in her hair, smiling. He never knew having someone to be his, and only his, would feel so good. His tiger liked the thought of protecting someone. No one would harm a single strand on her hair. He didn't care if he didn't know her. He would, because she was all his.

[Toothless]

Shaya was honestly confused by the male's actions. By laying down, he was effectively allowing her to lead the situation. He hadn't tried to dominate her, hadn't tried to force her submission. Just like that, all of the resistance Shaya and she released a rumble of contentment. Her eyes became hooded as he twirled her hair about. Moving out of his grip, she rubbed her cheek on his chest, marking him with his scent. "Yours," she told him, before she stretched out beside him. "Only yours." Her gray-green eyes were soft and glowing with desire and need, but Shaya had submitted and given Roman the reins, and would allow him to set the pace.

[Renny]

Roman smiled, lips a soft quirk upward. He hadn't wanted to force her into submission, but rather she gave it willingly. He purred, happy by the results. He moved quickly, rolling so his knees were on either side of her, he dropped onto his elbows, face close to her own as he gently rubbed his cheek against her own, purring softly. He leaned back his hands making quick work of her jeans, and he impatiently pushed them and her underwear away. Roman smiled, kissing her again. Her mouth tasted similar to his, only it made him moan. It tasted so good. His hands reached up, cupping her breasts. "Always." He whispered softly against her lips.

[Toothless]

Shaya felt a twinge of embarrassment at being fully bared to the world, but it faded quickly. With a growl of impatience, she tugged at Roman's jeans, pushing them lower. She kissed him back, rumbling happily. The honey taste in her mouth was growing more and more intense, acting as an aphrodisiac, heightening the pleasure that was thrumming in her body. She nipped at his lip, a light claiming. She'd bite him later and seal the mate bond, but for now, she was content with lightly nipping him. Her wolf, however, was not. The elemental being wanted her male, and wanted to claim her mate now. She wanted her mate inside her, wanting to seal the mate bond and make Roman untouchable to other females. She bit him a bit harder, growling possessively.

[Renny]

Roman felt his body arch, he let out a moan, biting her shoulder, just enough to make two pinpricks of blood. He lapped at it, like a cat who got the cream and leaned back, undoing his jeans button and zipper. He pushed them away and kicked off his underwear. Roman's tiger wanted her right now. He leaned down, catching her lips in a bruising kiss as his fingers pushed her own underwear away and down around her knees. He leaned back up kissing his mate, tongue exploring the honey-rich taste of the inside of her mouth. His fingers slid down between her breasts, over her stomach and to her sweet spot, and without hesitation let his fingers explore inside of her.

[Toothless]

Shaya jolted slightly when he bit her, but pleasure quickly washed away the brief pain. With a low growl, she retaliated with her own mark, sinking her teeth into the skin of Roman's right shoulder, hard enough to break the skin. She lapped lightly at the wound, soothing the hurt. Shaya jumped when Roman slid a finger inside her, before she melted with a soft moan of pleasure. She kissed her mate back fiercely, tongue warring with his for control; he tasted better than she'd imagined, and the sweet, honey-like taste that she'd been experiencing heightened when she realized that he was experiencing the same sensation. She growled softly, wanting more than teasing touches; Shaya reached between their bodies to brush her hand along his manhood, the lightest of touches. If he was going to tease her, she'd do the same to him.

[Renny]

Roman moaned softly, at the sensation of her bite. He dropped his head slightly, brushing his lips against her shoulder as he added a second finger, scissoring without a second thought. He was done being patient. His tiger squirmed in him, and Roman moaned at even the lightest of touches. "Fuck." his voice was raw, scratchy and husky. His lips were swollen, rubbed raw from kissing her. His eyes flickered, glowing with an unnatural hue. He pushed her legs up, spreading her knees. "Mine." He murmured again, before he entered her tight core. Heat surged through him and he panted, reaching down to kiss her, but he was panting heavily. Another flood of honey entered his mouth as it made him tingle with electricity.

[Toothless]

Shaya made a soft sound in the back of her throat when he finally entered her core. She melted for the briefest of moments, before all of her muscles clenched, holding Roman tightly against Shaya. Her breath was coming fast, chest rising and falling quickly; the heat between them was almost unbearable, burning and scorching while soothing Shaya at the same time. Her gray-green eyes darkened, the emerald chips shimmering with an unnatural light. The honey-taste overwhelmed her for a moment, sending electricity sparking through her muscles. Growling, she tangled her hands in Roman's dark hair, tugging lightly at the strands, urging him to get moving. She bit into his low lip, sharp enough to sting but not hard enough to break the skin or draw blood. Her claws scraped along his chest, and she wrapped her legs around his back.

[Renny]

Roman felt everything blur around him, except her face. He held her eyes, then dropped his head, biting into her shoulder. The tiger shifted and bounded, their hearts thrumming together. And his body rippled as he sank back and forward, setting a rhythm. His eyes went a luminous gold as he moved within her. He growled, lifting his fire eyes to her, but closing them to kiss her. It was bruising, and harsh. Sweetness could be for later. She was his, and he was marking her, moving through her tight heat, and oh god, he felt like he was being scorched from the inside out.

[Toothless]

Shaya groaned when Roman marked her shoulder. It stung, but most shifters enjoyed a bite of pain when it came to sex. Her thought process was gone when he started moving, causing a whirlwind of pleasure to burn and rise inside her, rippling outward, threatening to overwhelm her. Her eyes were glowing a sharp green, the gray swirls in her irises overwhelmed by the emerald chips. She kissed him back fiercely, pushing back against his tongue with her own, nipping sharply. She twisted to sink her teeth into his shoulder, marking him as as hers. She kept her jaw locked, a show of possessiveness, teeth breaking the skin and drawing a bit of blood. Mine, her wolf growled, howling with pleasure. She was marking her mate, and he was claiming her. Her claws scraped down his back, soft whines building in the back of her throat as the pleasure grew and twisted, becoming too much. Shay came crashing down over the precipice of her climax, shuddering and whimpering. Her vision blanked out, body and mind overwhelmed with the sheer intensity of the pleasure slamming into her body, rolling over her in waves, washing her away.

[Renny]

Roman felt his tiger rear back and just roar. He couldn't stop, feeling her clench around him. He felt claws rake down his back, and as he reached the very climax of his orgasm, his vision flashed white. His eyes glowed like infernos of golden light, his pupil slit and his hair rippled with stripes of dark black. He let out a soft moan, his body shuddering as he climaxed into her, riding the aftershocks and feeling completely overwhelmed. Everything felt so heightened. The honey taste in his mouth exploded and he shuddered again, orgasm rippling through his body, fierce pleasure. He could feel blood on his shoulders, on his back, everywhere. But they were from her. He moaned softly, feeling everything wash away. He reluctantly pulled out of her, rolling onto his back and letting the warm, fuzzy glow of gold entrance him.

[Toothless]

Shaya curled up next to her mate, riding the aftershocks. Abruptly, her eyes snapped open and she felt a sort of ice-cream headache and a bang in her chest, before she became aware of Roman on a metaphysical level. She felt his emotions, like he was buried beneath her skin. But, in a way, he was; Roman was the other half of her soul. Blinking away the surprise, Shaya became aware of something else. Her wolf whined when she realized what kind of shifter her mate was.

Tiger. Fuck.

Shaya buried her head in her arms, fear clear in her movements. Her true mate was a tiger, the shifters her dad had more or less declared war on. She was a wolf, their arch enemies. The name 'Roman' clicked in her brain and she released a low whine. Roman... Roman was the Tiger Prince, the cat that her father had almost killed a few days ago. Trey had a habit of going feral, meaning his wolf overtook his human half for a small amount of time, making him dangerous. He'd turned his wrath on Roman. Shay now understood where that bruise had come from. She didn't know if the Tigers knew of Trey's daughter, or knew Shaya's name, but surely her being a wolf would cause Roman to leave her behind.

[Renny]

Something clicked. That part of his brain that sent off alarm bells went off and his mates scent made him reel backwards. Wolf. His sworn enemy. He should have known. The dominantion, the eyes similar to the ones that had nearly killed him. His tiger exploded through him and he rolled off the bed. But they were already bonded, and whatever hatred Roman should have felt wasn't in him.

The shift was upon him before he could control it. Suddenly everything became clear and brilliant as he lifted himself off the floor. Luminous amber fire irises stared at his mate, beautiful reddish gold coat rippling. In tiger form he was beautiful, but deadly. His mate was a wolf.

His mate.

Roman's tiger did something surprising. It wanted to comfort and curl up with his mate. The snarl vanished from his face, the growl that had grown louder cut off. Even if she was the enemies daughter, she was his.

Roman climbed up onto the bed, it creaking with his huge weight in cat form. The tiger crouched down and gently sniffed her. Still a fresh cool mint. She didn't smell like wet dog. He moved to her, settling down and letting his tail curl around her waist. He didnt shift back just yet, merely watching and waiting with luminous, unblinking, amber eyes. Gentle eyes, surprisingly enough.

[Toothless]

Shaya instinctively reeled back when Roman leapt off of the bed, shifting into a massive tiger. Gray-green eyes stared at cat, fear clear in their depths. She didn't know what the damn cat was going to do, but her bond told her the tiger was relatively calm and wanted to cuddle. Fuck, everything was so messed up. Her mate was the tiger prince, her dad would flay her alive as soon as he caught the cat-shifter's scent on his daughter. She'd have to leave home, go find another pack. She doubted the tigers would accept the daughter of the local psychotic wolf shifter. Hesitantly, Shaya extended on hand, running her fingers through the big cat's fur. Her touch was soft and gentle, still fearful; she couldn't even shift if the cat decided he didn't want her as a mate. Her wolf whined, full of despair; she believed that her mate didn't want her. Physical pain was one thing, but believing that your own true mate didn't want you was the definition of emotional pain. Her wolf curled up, whining, wallowing in her own sorrow.