Totoka River sleep with the devil you know

@Ying

snowmelt glistened like wet diamonds in the evening sunlight as he made his way along the river's edge, the faint glow of the water's surface enough to draw his attention to the waterway. he'd been drawn near by the vague scent of others, their trails winding though sand and woodland, eventually fading here along the river's side.

for a moment he half considers retracing his steps, but the lively chirps of otters entice him to stay instead. he'd not yet tasted their flesh, and the overwhelming curiosity to do so sent him lurking in the direction of their innocent babble.

Backdate for 02/21?

She admired the opacity of his coat, the dull shine vaguely visible with each passing ray of sunlight. He was following something — a trail? — as was told by his posture. Intrigued, Ying stepped out from hiding and stalked forward, hackles raised but tempered while they stalked on her grounds. A chuff was sounded to catch his attention, though she wandered close enough that she might have already been noticed.

his shadow had not gone unnoticed, but rather largely ignored up until she verbally called out to him. he paused, shifted his weight, and then turned to toss a few lifeless blinks in her direction.

watered down gold came to shamelessly roave over her well sculpted figure as he stopped to appreciate her anatomy. he thought her interesting enough company and so invited her to follow with a swish of his tail as he turned to continue his way towards the otter's idle chatter.

His appraisal might have been an insult, had she not done the same. Ying silently accepted his invitation with a gentle nip at stray tail feathers and wondered how he might react to her jest. Would this be an encounter similar to that with Asmodeus? The sound of chirps continued to grow louder; the huntress dropped into a crouch but waited for his cue to move onward.

cheeky little thing she was.

her nip was answered with a low rumble, both mischief and approval echoing in the depths of his chest as he turned to glance at her lowered form. she had experience in the art of hunting, that much he could tell through body language alone.

and so believing himself to have a capable enough partner, astaroth came to mimic her figure and lower himself near to the earth's floor. a commanding sway of his tail revealed his intent for her to follow close until eventually, after a minute or two passed, their prey was in sight.

If nothing else, he seemed open to flirtation. Ying met his glance with a suggestive quirk of her lips but remained steady and ready to strike as he insisted they press onward. The group was small, but large enough; she was surprised by how little winter had affected the otters because they seemed to wade without issue. Winter might have beneficial to them, since the river slowed to wade-able speeds. She shrugged her shoulders and decided that it didn't actually matter.

A look was shared with her companion as Ying moved a few steps forward. Once past his face, she brushed her tail beside his cheek before switching her focus back to their prey. The hunters were still unnoticed; the attack was still in their control.

he was poised to strike, attention fully set on the oblivious otters that continued to play as the pair of them slithered close. it was only as she teasingly brushed her tail along his cheek did his focus begin to sway. he followed after her, a muffled purr escaping him as he leaned in to try and place an amorous nip along her thigh.

if her objective had been to capture his attention, she had certainly succeeded.

A short-lived growl was sounded in response to his nip. It was one of both warning and approval, because while she was looking to excite him, Ying had hoped that it would be after the hunt. She turned to look at him and nodded toward the otters, as if to ask for permission to proceed. 

She did not await his signal or reply. Ying made her way to an open section of the hunting grounds and prepared herself to strike, assuming that he would do the same. If they were successful, she hoped to find enjoy a meal with her newest suitor before proceeding with their excursion.

he took her growl for what it was and promptly turned his attention back to their choice of prey, lackluster gaze scoping out what he thought would be the easiest of the bunch to pick off. young yet well kept, unaware of the oncoming threat that lurked just a few paces away as they bathed in the last of the dying sunlight.

it was with a firm nod in her direction that he signaled his intentions before moving to position himself a ways off from the pale huntress. with any luck they might pincer the group between them and sang one or two. and so once satisfied with his position, astaroth rose to glance in her direction and waited until he was certain he had her attention before giving the signal for them to strike.

There was a hunter on either side of the scene. Ying watched him settle into position and patiently awaited the final signal, which she acted on immediately after being given. She leapt into the water, sending the otters in every direction. Her eyes were on one of the largest — she wanted a challenge — who she chased back to the shore.

A small fight began, the otter using its claws to slash haphazardly at its captor's face. Ying dodged some, but found herself bloody and sore nonetheless. Finally, she got a grip on the creature's throat and held tight, turning back to her partner once the creature was dead.

the world around him was nothing more than a blur after he'd sprung from his position. his focus was solely that of the young otter, his teeth bared and ready to sink into tender flesh. he wasted little time in launching himself into the river, a hiss escaping him at the initial chill the frigid water had washed over him.

unlike that of his partner, the inky ghoul was not so fortunate in his hunt. the young otter had stuck to the waters where it had the advantage and had managed to slip away in all the commotion. frustrated, soaked from head to toe, and without any prize to show for his efforts, astaroth pulled himself from the river's grasp and turned to face the more fortunate of the two of them.

Their hunting party was small enough for one otter to suffice. Ying felt her pride swell internally, though she was careful to keep her satisfaction discreet. She picked up the carcass and walked around to her hunting partner, dropping it between them and backing away. Her eyes fell to slits as a smile began to grow, an idea suddenly occuring.

You want it? she asked, slinking around to one side, Take it.

his attention fell to her trophy as she dropped the otter between them, her gaze suggesting an ulterior motive than simply the kindhearted gesture she had put on display. still, he bit the bait and moved a few paces forward as he glance up to watch her reaction, his tail swaying impishly at his hocks as he crept closer to the lifeless critter.

Hēi diāo was less audacious than the others. Had her tease been misunderstood? She drew herself steadily into a play bow as he continued to approach to otter, extending a paw to cut his path. The curve of her spine was sharp, her tail pushed to the side atop the incline. Ying waited until she had his attention to straighten. Take it, she repeated, hoping that this invitation might be more clearly understood.

it appeared he was correct in the assumption that this was not just gesture of kindness, but rather a game. fortunately for astaroth, he had resting poker face and found it easy to hide the bubbling excitement that grew within.

one step, two steps, a pause. then, rather abruptly, he lurched forward and snatched the otter from the earth's floor. he jogged a few paces away before turning back to tease her with a devilish smirk, eyes fogged with mischief as he hoped to encourage her to give chase.

Oh! She dashed after him, giggling as she went. They were far enough from the island for her to feel comfortable playing so openly. Ruo had a knack for showing up when least expected (and least convenient), but while things remained innocent, Ying was not worried. 

A soft nip was aimed at the bend of his hindleg. Another, this one toward the flesh of his thigh. Ying moved toward the front of his body and latched onto whatever the part of the otter was most available, hoping to tug it from his grasp.

he stuck to a pace caught somewhere between a jog and run as he bounded away from her, tail twitching with excitement as she quickly closed the distance between them. her well placed pinches put a spring in his step as he leapt forward to try and avoid teeth, a playful growl vibrating in the depths of his chest as she aimed to grab ahold of one of the otter's available appendages.

successful in her attempt, astaroth gave a soft tug as he swung his foreleg in her direction, hoping to hook it around the nape of her neck while he tried to shake her free from her grasp.

She bit onto the creature's tail and held tightly in her grasp. Ying buckled beneath the weight of his forearm — her chest pushed onto the ground, her legs struggling to remain upright — but held too much pride to see him win.

Kinda gruesome?

Skin from flesh; flesh from bone. Blood dripped from the wound and stained the fresh blanket of snow, furthering her hungry arousal. She continued to pull, if only to hear the erotic moans of joints snapping from place and scraping indentations into the rind.

Ying smiled. The corpse was warm enough to pretend that it was still alive and present, experiencing its harrowing role in their endeavor.

this poor otter

one moment he had the advantage, and the next moment he did not. as crimson painted the snowy floor between them while they continued their gruesome game of tug of war, his grip upon their prey quickly began to slip away. each of her yanks loosened his hold until eventually, in an attempt to secure the otter once more, he let go to readjust himself. it had been less than half a second, but half a second was all she needed.

as his teeth tried to find their way to the tattered corpse once more, the eerie sound of jaws meeting air rang loudly in his ears. even with defeat looking him straight in the eyes, he was determined not to give up. and so in a last attempt to try and steal back the prize, the inky ghoul threw his full weight in her direction, hoping to send the both of them tumbling to the snow.

She stood and backed several steps away. His attempt to regain the advantage was in vain; the mink snapped for the corpse, but found it out of reach. Were it not for his subsequent attack, Ying might have been able to turn and run.

Instead, she tossed the corpse to the side and allowed herself to roll. The pair eventually came to a stop, Ying on the bottom and the mink standing over her. She relaxed against the snow and stared up at him, wondering what he might do with his newfound advantage.

the last thing he saw before the pair of them went rolling was the otter's limp form flying through the air. next thing he knew the both of them were tumbling through the snow until eventually, he came out on top. a smirk, wide and full of glee, spread itself across the length of his lips as he looked down on her.

the otter was momentarily abandoned as he took the opportunity to lean in close and try to nip at the tender flesh along her chest that he typically would not have access to.

His breath brushed through her fur, digging caverns and valleys where snow split to expose skin. She pushed her chest upward into his embrace and inhaled deeply his foreign scent. Ying was pleased that they'd met beside the border; it would make the post-coitus affair of bathing significantly less complicated. If able, she would wriggle out of reach and dash a few steps away, hoping that it would encourage him to do the same.

his tease was met with a positive reaction, one that burned a newfound hunger in his loins. and so when the pale huntress wiggled free and bounded a few paces away, the inky ghoul was quick to follow after.

his tail was held high as it swayed with the eagerness of what could come, his watery golden gaze fogged with feral lust as he snapped at the air surrounding her hind. once close enough to her figure, astaroth aimed to toss a nimble forearm across the length of her hips, hoping to stop her from running any further.

I hate that Ying's 400 is erotica.
But 400! <3

She stood still and silent. Ying's tail shifted to the side, revealing that which had once been hidden. She felt his forelimb swing around to her waist and back up to close the distance, turning an encouraging look in his direction. An impatient whine seeped through chattering teeth; she was growing frustrated with how long the process took, and was honestly quite hungry.

congrats on 400!

he wasted little time positioning himself to carry out their erotic dance, her pleading whines taken as all the permission he needed.

he was not gentle or loving in their coupling, his movements instinctual yet steady to satisfy their growing desire. it was only after the act and their separation did astaroth move to place a few tender nips along her nape, his bites slow and purposeful as he made his way upwards where he'd come to nibble affectionately at her jawline should she let him.