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Zoey would be far too pleased to be compared to a hunting dog, Mira thought as she double and triple checked the knots on the latest snare she’d set up around her unfortunately literal hunting grounds.
Mira was more amused than jealous at the thought of how many times her beloved nimrods have chased each other around the forest that Huntrix bought for a completely different reason a few years ago. Wildlife preservation and, apparently, the enrichment of her half-demon girlfriend are good enough reasons in her book though.
Despite the inhuman lies that Zoey’s doubtlessly spread, Mira doesn’t have quite the same reaction to their particular game of tag, and instead would wait patiently until their hair no longer had twigs and dirt before she had her turn.
Post hunt left both her girls unruly, so she normally left them to whine while she leisurely drank her tea, glancing over the rim at them while they tugged at her skirt asking, begging-
“Mira?” The walkie-talkie that Zoey gave her last Christmas crackled in the unnervingly still forest air. Mira strode over to the folding chair she set up to wait,
“I thought you would be out of breath by now?” She said, eyes scanning the trees.
“You seriously underestimate my,” The walkie-talkie crackled, doubtlessly because her girlfriend needed to gasp for air, “stamina. Now, I’m probably a minute or so away from your Scooby-Doo trap, make sure you don’t throw the net on me.”
“There’s no net,” Mira lied. The net was to be shot in case the snares don’t work, but saying that implies she doubts the strength of her ropes in the face of a rampaging half-demon.
Clearly no pressure.
This joining, or ambush, was a little spur of the moment. Mira did ask a few months ago if she was welcome, but Rumi wasn’t sure what the challenge of chasing Mira would be.
Mira’s ego has since recovered, but her dance routine has benefited from her spiteful cardio sessions that she never told the others about.
Still, while she absolutely and totally believes in her own completely normal human stamina, there is no point in facing Rumi and Zoey in the arena of their choosing.
They can run, and Mira…
Zoey exploded from the flora, launching herself onto a tree and swinging away like a Tarzan in a bucket hat and Mira could faintly hear her shouting “Have fun!” right as heavier thuds came from where she burst.
Rumi is powerful, graceful, easily everyone’s type, but she’s not perfect in battle. She’s very prone to getting tunnel vision on her prey, unaware that she’s also being hunted.
Rumi ran headfirst into the first set of snares, stomping through them while barely being slowed—but that’s part of Mira’s plan.
Rumi can run, and Mira can ambush.
She did briefly consider getting a lasso to rope around her girlfriend; after all, Zoey made enough cowgirl jokes after their world tour visited Texas and she wanted matching hats. Mira is well versed in the art of lassoing after booking a rodeo champion. She knows how to tie rope with the mediocre-est of them; however...the logistics of such an act when her half-demon soulmate can carry both her and Zoey even outside of a frenzy doesn’t bode well for her, the rope, or her ego.
Instead she stocked up on a heavy duty set of bolas, specifically of the boleadora variety, with three weights, custom-made. After all, Rumi isn’t a medium-sized flightless bird: she’s a mammal. Probably.
At least half mammal.
A hot blooded mammal at that, as Rumi, slowed by yet another snare, roared furiously at the surroundings, not able to see or smell whatever caused her to lose her prey.
Mira had doused the clothes she’s wearing with scent killer, though she’s probably going to have to clean her harness a thousand and five times depending on how it impacts the leather. Small price to pay.
She began to swing the bolas, slowly at first, until they blurred into a circular shape.
She let go, watching them launch toward Rumi.
The bolas clacked noisily as they flew through the air before a ball wrapped around Rumi’s still-running leg, tangling it.
Mira didn’t fight the wince when she saw the other two ends wrapped around Rumi’s leg.
Inertia being what it is, Rumi then unintentionally launched herself halfway across the clearing.
Rumi rolled in a full body flop, tumbling twice before stopping when her face lodged itself into the very soft moss. Thankfully, her horns also helped stop the skidding, but Mira mentally added another massage after today.
For a brief moment Mira thought about pulling back, apologizing, and calling it quits, but then she remembered all the plotting that Zoey and her did, with Zoey repeatedly insisting that Rumi would quote ‘love this!’.
Rumi didn’t look like she loved this. Instead, she spat out a mouthful of moss and turned to where Mira was standing. Like an idiot.
Rumi snarled and Mira gulped heavily before she dashed over to where she put the net and flung the collection of Kevlar knots at her girlfriend’s face. Mira watched Rumi writhe furiously on the ground.
Seeing her struggling without escape, Mira got her bearings and she leisurely stepped away from where she left her half-feral soulmate, and intentionally ignored her yowling as she sauntered over to the toy bag.
It was not easy or dignified bringing it to the woods so Mira must avenge the embarrassment on Rumi’s metaphorical ass. Possible literal ass, but that can wait until later.
“Did you have fun, chasing Zoey like a dog after a squirrel?” Mira asked as she secured her strap and stalked over to the still wriggling pile of limbs and demonic rage. Rumi’s beautifully inhuman eyes glared at her and Mira enjoyed the shiver of anticipation and…pride at having felled her.
Rumi can only yowl and glare, but until Mira unties her, she’s got to bite through Kevlar to get out and…
Mira smiled, an idea sprouting watered by lust, and she reached into the honmoon, fingers swirling playfully as it grew into reality. The lines of the honmoon, iridescent as they are, are defined into a cage form, only to curve at the bottom and gain straps on the sides.
“A pretty dog like you needs something to make sure you don’t bite me without my permission,” Mira grinned with all her teeth at Rumi, whose eyes widened when she saw the muzzle hanging off Mira’s fingers.
Zoey’s certainly going to be seething with envy later on.
The honmuzzle, as it were, held loosely in Mira’s hand until she managed to get Rumi’s head out from the net, and swung back as Mira darted her hand away from Rumi’s dagger-sharp fangs snapping in the air.
“Naughty doggy,” Mira tsked to Rumi’s rumbling growl.
The other hand that Rumi wasn’t focused on grabbed her by the messy, mussed braid and pulled her head back sharply enough that Rumi choked back a strained moan. The moan reverberated into a snarl when Mira slid the muzzle securely on her face, the hand holding Rumi’s hair clicking the main clasps in place.
“That’s a better look, isn’t it, puppy?” Mira teased, holding the muzzle as Rumi snarled at her fingers, though Mira could see that her golden eyes were so blown it looked like a shimmering ring around the abyss.
She could also see the way that Rumi was swallowing heavily, her claws digging into the ground, how she shifted her hips under the net that was seemingly forgotten (or an added treat).
Lots of assumptions to make about her feral girlfriend after throwing a net on her, but Mira can see how sopping wet Rumi is by just turning her head.
Mira undid the mechanism she had commissioned into the net and it all but unraveled around Rumi, like a sweater they both were determined to shed.
Rumi lunged at Mira after wriggling out of the main strands, only to be caught off balance by the bolas still tangled around her legs. While she was distracted by chewing through the leather straps, Mira shoved Rumi in between her butterflying shoulder blades, pinning her while Rumi thrashed enough to make Mira put her entire body weight on her, but not enough to throw her off.
“You’re a pretty girl, bet you wanted this even when you didn’t know it was me throwing the net.”
Rumi growled again, but this came with an undercurrent of a whine, possibly because Mira had moved one of her hands to play with Rumi’s dripping wet pussy.
Mira only dipped her fingertips at the very entrance, spreading her slick from where it steadily dribbled, and she fought the urge to dip her head from Rumi’s ear to taste from the source.
Patience.
“Dripping like a bitch in heat,” Mira growled in Rumi’s ear and she clenched around nothing when Rumi moaned loudly in response, yowling at the end as she began thrashing again, this time towards Mira.
Open-handed, Mira scooped up the generous amount of wetness sourced from Rumi and loosely cupped her hand before stroking it up and down her strap, lubing it up while staring at her girlfriend (who was now whining and whimpering).
Rumi whined extra loudly when she felt Mira’s strap pressing against her pussy in a lewd kiss. Rumi moaned, throaty and desperate when Mira popped the head inside in and started sliding in deeper, head lowered as she took what Mira gave.
Mira groaned at the resistance, the tightness that Rumi’s pussy gave even as her girlfriend was all but launching herself at her hips, whining in presumed complaint at not being fucked harder, faster.
“Patience pretty girl, loosen up so I can fuck you prettier,” said Mira , attempting to soothe her, which backfired as Rumi started thrashing again, almost throwing her off. Instead of getting launched mid-fuck, Mira grabbed Rumi’s braid again and pulled it back like a leash.
“Guess you’re not willing to wait, huh girl?” Mira bared her teeth, which sparked Rumi to snarl up at her, lunging her face at Mira’s own.
Mira and Rumi snarled at each other while Mira fucked Rumi savagely, hand fisted in Rumi’s braid and the other clawing Rumi’s hip as she slammed her hips forward and jerked backward, almost pulling Rumi back with her thrusting.
It’s almost a kiss, the way that Mira’s mouth is pressed against the muzzle as Rumi snarled and snapped from within it, growing even more feral when Mira would teasingly push her tongue through one of the openings.
Rumi didn’t bite her tongue, but she did lap at the saliva that accidentally dripped from Mira’s mouth as she panted in exertion, sweat beading on Mira’s forehead.
After seeing how desperately Rumi licked at the drop that fell, Mira felt a little less embarrassment at the following drips as she focused on fucking out what brains Rumi had regained from her feral fugue.
Rumi started yipping from particularly sharp thrusts and Mira pulled away from her muzzle makeout to push Rumi’s head down further and straightened up so she could hump even harder into Rumi’s clenching cunt.
“Getting close, aren’t you pretty girl?” Mira bared her teeth in a smile even though Rumi couldn’t see her.
The sense of conquest and victory is sweeter than what Mira originally expected and it crested with Rumi’s yowling until it became a tritone roar that caused the honmoon to ripple like water around them.
Mira slammed her hips forward and pulled her hand from her favored hip (now fashionably decorated with scratches and claw-marks) and furiously rubbed Rumi’s erect clit until her hips drove downward in an aborted hump of her own.
Mira’s hips slammed up with the motion, making sure that her strap was as deep as it could get and, in a moment of frenzy, Mira pounced forward and sunk her teeth into the junction of Rumi’s shoulder and neck.
The noises that Rumi made when she came were indescribable, but the way that she clenched around the fake cock and her cum splashed against the ground and Mira’s hips...that’s going to stay in Mira’s head on lonely nights.
Mira continued humping her hips despite the extreme burning in her muscles, working Rumi in and out of several smaller orgasms until the half-demon collapsed into the ground, slumping until Mira followed, pinning her down with the strap still half buried in her pussy.
Rumi’s last cry apparently unsummoned the muzzle and instead of biting as Mira initially feared, her girlfriend almost unhinged her jaw (hot) and licked half of Mira’s face in one fell swoop.
Mira ignored the way part of her hair now stood in the air in the name of love, and slid out of Rumi despite the complaining growl. Mira desperately wanted to start another round, there was just no way that she could survive without the ability to ambush.
“Woah! I’ve never heard Rumi make that noise before,” Zoey shouted from one of the trees around the clearing.
“Come down,” Mira said, using the tone of voice that caused Rumi to straighten up and Zoey to launch out of a different piece of foliage than Mira was expecting. Thankfully for Mira’s ego, she didn’t jolt, instead lazily moving her eyes to the flushed face that gave her an idea.
“You wanna help me with round two?” Mira asked, smiling when she saw how both Zoey and Rumi reacted; pupils widening and chests heaving.
Who needs inhuman stamina when you have a dog to do the chasing?