#cy&clops

[savanaclaw1996]

The Birth of Richard

Just a little story about life after Sariphi's coronation as queen, the stages of her pregnancy with Richard and Richard's birth. To be honest, I've got quite a fetish for fpreg and birthing stories, and it's kinda embarrassing to even mention it, hahaha...😅 Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2,916 words.

Warnings: pregnancy, morning sickness, swollen breasts, lactation, childbirth, episode 12 spoilers.

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Shortly after Sariphi was crowned the official Queen of the Beasts, life in Ozmargo had never been the same. Some of the beasts were still skeptical of having a human woman like Sariphi be their queen, but her kindness and sweet disposition quickly won them over.

Leonhart was happy that Sariphi had proved worthy enough to rule by his side. Then again, he had always known that she was worthy to be Queen of the Beasts.

After their marriage, everyone carried on with their lives as usual. But then, one year later, some changes had slowly begun to materialize. It all started one morning when Sariphi suddenly felt sick and threw up in a basin provided by the maids.

Sariphi tried to focus on her queenly duties, but she would often get dizzy and nauseous in between them. Cy, Clops, Amit, and Lanteveldt would often worry about how pale her face looked, and how she would sometimes pause her duties to throw up.

Eventually, Leonhart took notice of her getting sick and expressed his concerns. "My queen, are you ill?" he asked. Sariphi's shoulders shook as she panted, leaning over the vomit in the basin.

"So-Sorry, Leo," she sighed as she wiped her mouth with a handkerchief. "I just got a bit nauseous." Leonhart frowned. If Sariphi is sick with something, then she'll need to rest. "Sariphi, I'll have the Head Priest look after you tomorrow." he said.

"I'm sure it's nothing serious." Sariphi said with an assuring smile. "It's probably just the flu or something." Despite seeing her smile, Leonhart couldn't help but worry about Sariphi's condition. "Don't take things like this so lightly, Sariphi." he said firmly.

"I do not intend to lose my new queen any time soon. If you truly are ill with something, then it's best that you get some rest and take better care of yourself." Sariphi nodded. "Okay, Leo." she said.

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And so, Sariphi was examined by the Head Priest. After a thorough medical examination, the Head Priest nodded. "It seems that your body is undergoing some changes, my queen." he said. Sariphi tilted her head in confusion. "What does that mean?" she asked.

The Head Priest smiled. "It means, my queen, that you are..."

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"P-PR-PREGNANT?!?!" Amit's screech echoed through the air. Amit has been worried that Sariphi might be suffering some sort of illness since she was constantly nauseous, but to hear Sariphi announce that she was actually pregnant... she was not prepared for that at all!

Neither were Cy and Clops, for Cy's eye was wide and Clops' mouth hung open. Even Lanteveldt was flabbergasted.

Sariphi nodded. "Yep. I was worried that it might be the flu or something, but the Head Priest said that I was actually suffering morning sickness." she replied. "And my body is preparing itself for my baby to develop."

Amit, Lanteveldt, Cy and Clops said nothing as they all stared at Sariphi with wide eyes. Sariphi looked at her friends with concern. "Guys, what's wrong?" she asked.

Then Amit burst into tears as she wrapped her arms around Sariphi's torso. "SARIPHI...!!!" she wailed joyfully. "Congratulations!!! You're going to be a mother!!!" Cy and Clops were equally as excited as they hopped up and down.

"Congratulations, Sariphi! We're so happy for you!!!" Clops cried. "Happy!" Cy squealed, tears streaming from his eye. Lanteveldt just scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Congrats, I guess?" he said.

Sariphi beamed. "Thank you!" she said. If she was being honest, she was excited to be a mother, but at the same time, she also felt pretty anxious. To actually be pregnant for the first time ever... that feeling felt very weird to her.

"I wonder how Leonhart will react to the news...? Would he be happy or... shocked?" she wondered. Most likely the latter. No doubt that Leonhart would be speechless once he finds out he's going to be a father.

She remembered their talk back at the waterfalls during their visit at Sarbul. Leonhart told her how since he was king, he was duty bound to produce an heir to the throne.

He also told her how his dying father, or rather, uncle expressed his deep loathing towards him because of his half-human blood and how he was terrified of passing on the same burden of his cursed blood towards his future offspring.

He even expressed how he was not confident that he could love a child born from his blood. Leonhart once loathed that weak and inferior human side of him. How it was a troublesome curse he didn't wish to pass on to his future offspring if he were to take a queen.

But Sariphi also remembered the next words he told her that night: "No matter what predicament my blood places my heirs in, if they are the children of our union, then I swear on my name, Leonhart, to defend them with all my body and soul."

She had prayed that that curse of his would one day be a blessing. And seems that day finally came true. Even after his whole kingdom discovered his human form, he fought hard to reclaim his kingdom and won back his people's trust.

Now he no longer held any fear of burdening his offspring with his human blood. Sariphi smiled. "I can't wait to tell Leonhart the wonderful news." she thought.

"Oh, Lady Sariphi, does His Majesty know about the wonderous news?" Amit asked. "No," Sariphi replied, "but I'll tell him tonight."

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Later that night, Leonhart returned to his bedchambers, exhausted from a day of work. Sariphi was sitting on the bed, smiling. "Good evening, Leo." she greeted him.

Leonhart noticed that Sariphi was smiling from ear to ear, which was rather strange. What did the Head Priest say to her to make her smile like that? "Sariphi, you look rather joyful tonight. What happened?" Leonhart asked.

Sariphi giggled. "Well, sire. The Head Priest told me that I'm going to be a mother." she said. Leonhart stiffened as his ruby-red eyes widened. Did he just hear her correctly? Did she say what he thought he heard her say? "Sariphi, repeat that one more time." he said.

"I visited the Head Priest, and he told me that I was actually suffering morning sickness, which is normal during the first stages of pregnancy." Sariphi replied joyfully. "That means I'm pregnant! Isn't it exciting? You're going to be a father, Leo!"

Leonhart said nothing as he stood still in his spot. His fur bristled as thoughts rushed through his mind. Sariphi looked at her husband with concern.

"Leo, are you okay?" she asked. "Are you...shocked?" She started to worry. "Oh, no! Was it too soon? I should've been more subtle on letting him know about my pregnancy. Maybe I should..."

Sariphi's thoughts were suddenly interrupted as Leonhart suddenly approached her. Sariphi looked up at her large husband, seeing the unreadable expression on his face. "Leonhart...?" she asked. Leonhart said nothing as he tenderly embraced his wife's small frame.

"Sariphi..." he whispered as he rubbed his furry cheek against hers tenderly. "Leo...?" Sariphi asked as she looked at her husband's eyes. It was sometimes difficult to understand his facial expressions, but the look in his eyes told her that he was smiling with elation.

"Sariphi, I cannot tell you how deeply happy I am to be a father." Leonhart said. "I look forward to meeting our child when it is born." Sariphi smiled as she wrapped her arms around Leonhart's neck.

"I have no doubt that you'll be a wonderful father, Leo." Sariphi said. Leonhart nodded.

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Ever since Sariphi's pregnancy was announced, Sariphi had gone through many changes. Besides her morning sickness, she sometimes went through certain mood swings like crying over the littlest things and craving certain foods.

With each passing week, Sariphi's once-flat belly started to noticeably round out. As her belly grew, so did her breasts. They would get big, swollen and tender as they were filled with milk for her baby.

Poor Sariphi would moan in pain as she massaged her sore breasts. And since she started to lactate, she has to hold a large bowl under her breasts as the milk dripped down into it.

Ever her faithful friends and attendants, Cy and Clops stood by her side and tended to her. They even held up the bowl for Sariphi whenever she was lactating. Little by little, the bump on her belly started to grow bigger and bigger until she looked big and gravid.

She couldn't even count the times the unborn baby kicked and moved in her belly. Sariphi smiled. If the little baby can kick her, that proves that the baby will be born healthy.

Sariphi sometimes had trouble walking around the palace grounds. With her gravid stomach, she would only waddle short distances and get tired quickly. Carrying around a growing baby in your belly was certainly no easy task!

Fortunately for her, she wasn't alone. Cy, Clops, Amit, Lanteveldt, Anubis and even Leonhart himself kept constant watch over her and her unborn baby.

One day, Sariphi was in the gardens with Cy, Clops, Amit and Lantevelt having a little picnic. Little Tetra was there with them, enjoying her day together with her companions. Sariphi rubbed her round belly, smiling contently as everyone ate and talked.

Tetra looked at her round belly curiously. "Can I touch it?" she asked. Sariphi nodded. "Of course. Go ahead." she said. Tetra gently placed her little paws on Sariphi's gravid stomach.

When her mother Calra was pregnant was Calcara, she never had the chance to rub her stomach or listen to her unborn brother inside the womb. Now that she was able to listen to Sariphi's unborn baby inside her womb, it felt weird yet also exciting.

"Sariphi, how does it feel to be pregnant?" Tetra asked curiously. Sariphi let out a sigh. "Well, it's pretty difficult to explain. It feels really strange carrying a new life inside you." she said.

"But it's also exhilarating because I get to meet my child after it's born." Tetra tilted her head. "Really?" she asked. "I wonder how I would feel once I'm married and pregnant." she thought. Then suddenly, Sariphi let out a pained gasp.

Everyone stopped chatting and saw Sariphi clutching her gravid belly and groaning in pain. "Sariphi? What's wrong? Are you alright?!" Amit asked worriedly. "Sari!" Cy and Clops yelled, also feeling concerned.

"Lady Sariphi?" Lantevelt asked with wide eyes. Sariphi didn't respond. She started to pant laboriously before she turned to face her friends. "Sorry, guys." she apologized, trying to manage a smile, even though she was obviously in pain. "My stomach hurts..."

Amit then gasped. If Sariphi was in pain, that could mean only one thing... "Don't tell me...! Are you...?" she asked. As Sariphi tried to respond, there was a sudden loud pop!, and water spilled between Sariphi's legs. Amit gasped. "Sariphi, you're...!!!"

Sariphi groaned before she gasped as a painful contraction coursed through her. Amit immediately stood up. This was it! This was the time! "Sariphi's going into labor! That baby is coming!" she announced.

As soon as she said those words, Cy and Clops immediately started to panic. "WHAT DO WE DO?! WHAT DO WE DO?!" they cried as they ran in circles. Lanteveldt, however, remained calm.

"Calm down, you cannonballs." he said. "We'll get her to her bedchamber." Amit and Lanteveldt quickly but carefully helped Sariphi stand up and guided her towards her bedchamber. The trek was difficult, but they've managed to place Sariphi on her bed.

Amit then quickly summoned the priests and the midwife who was hired to aid Sariphi. Once everyone got into position, the labor process began.

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Leonhart was sitting on his throne when one of the palace vassals, a cat, quickly approached him. "Your Majesty! I bring urgent news! Lady Sariphi has gone into labor! She's giving birth to her baby right now!" he yelled.

Leonhart's eyes widened and he immediately stood up from his throne as soon as Clops' words reached his ears. He wasted no time as he rushed towards the bedchamber.

"Sariphi...!" he whispered anxiously, silently praying to the gods that she'll be alright.

Meanwhile, Sariphi panted and gasped in pain as she lay on her bed. Her forehead was wet, and her hair was sticky with perspiration as she struggled to push the baby out from her womb. The midwife was tending to her, wiping her forehead with a cold washcloth.

Another contraction shot though Sariphi's body, making her squeal with pain. She had never known that childbirth could be this painful. She had heard some stories about pregnant women going through painful labor, but never thought much about it since she was to be sacrificed.

Now that she was Queen of the Beasts, she's going through that exact moment of labor. And it was more painful than she had ever imagined it would be!

"Ohhhh, it hurts!" Sariphi cried out in pain. "Please hang in there, Sariphi! I'll be over soon!" Amit said, gripping her hand tightly. "You're crowning, Lady Sariphi! I can see the head! Push!" the midwife said. Gathering up reserves of her strength, Sariphi pushed.

Meanwhile, outside the bedchamber door, Lanteveldt leaned against the wall while Cy and Clops paced by the door nervously, listening to Sariphi's cries of pain.

"Oh, I hope she'll be okay! I wish we could help her in some way!" Clops said anxiously. "Help Sari." Cy added worriedly. "Chill out, you guys. Sariphi may not look it, but she's a tough woman." Lanteveldt said. "I'm sure that she'll tough it-"

A loud, shrill, agonized scream coming from the bedchamber quickly cut him off. Cy and Clops grew even more anxious. "SARI!!!" they wailed, fearing the worst.

Then they noticed Leonhart marching down the hallway towards the bedchamber door followed by Anubis. "Your Highness!" Lanteveldt exclaimed before he quickly bowed before Leonhart. "How is Sariphi?" he asked.

Cy and Clops approached him. "Your Majesty! Sariphi is still in labor!" Clops said. Leonhart didn't want to waste another second longer as he headed towards the double doors.

"Sire, wait! You mustn't! Men are forbidden to enter the birthing room!" Anubis said. Behind the bedchamber doors, they could hear Sariphi gasping in pain. "I must tend to Sariphi! I cannot stand idly by while she's in pain!" Leonhart said as he pushed the bedchamber doors open.

As he entered the room, the sound of an infant's wails reached his ears as he stared at the sight before him.

The midwife was carrying a crying white bundle in her arms. Sariphi was lying in bed, her pale face dotted with drops of sweat and panting heavily. "Sariphi!" Leonhart exclaimed as he quickly rushed to her side. "Sari!" Cy and Clops cried as they followed suit.

Sariphi didn't respond to their cries as she was too exhausted to lift her head. Leonhart knelt beside his queen and gently held her hand. "Sariphi?" he asked.

Sariphi wearily opened her eyes. "Leonhart?" she asked. She tried to get up, but she felt too tired to move. Leonhart gently helped her sit up. All the while, the little infant continued to wail. The midwife turned her attention towards Sariphi as she walked over towards the bed.

"Congratulations, Your Highness." the midwife said with a smile as she placed the swaddled infant into Sariphi's outstretched arms. "It's a boy. You have a healthy son."

Sariphi gently removed the blanket, revealing the baby's face. The little baby beast had soft fur as white as clouds, the same color as her hair, a tiny wet pink nose, soft tiny fluffy ears and two tiny little bumps on top of its head. The newborn beast waved its little paws as it wailed.

Sariphi smiled as joyful tears rolled down her cheeks. Her baby son was simply the cutest little thing she had ever seen. A symbol of her and Leonhart's love, a perfect mixture of both her and him.

Sariphi held her newborn son close to her chest. Hearing his mother's heartbeat, the baby beast's wails softened into whimpers. He then reached his tiny paws out to her. Sariphi gently pressed her thumb against her son's little pink paw pads.

Soft and squishy, just like Leonhart's, she thought. Leonhart gazed down at his newborn son with a mixture of curiosity, pride and joy. He could hardly believe it. He was now a father. A father.

Leonhart knelt beside Sariphi and his newborn son. "Isn't he beautiful, Leo?" Sariphi whispered. "Indeed he is. I'm so proud of you, Sariphi." Leonhart replied. He then gently pressed his snout against his son's furry cheek.

Sariphi wanted to squeal at such an adorable sight, but she didn't want to wake her son. As Leonhart looked at his son, the words of the vow he made years ago rang in his mind:

"No matter what predicament my blood places my heirs in, if they are the children of our union, then I swear on my name, Leonhart, to defend them with all my body and soul." And he will see to it that his vow will be fulfilled.

"What should we name him?" Leonhart asked. Sariphi smiled. "I've already thought of it. From now on, our son's name will be Richard." she replied.

"Richard?" Leonhart asked. Sariphi nodded. "Since you've taken Leonhart as your name, we should name our son Richard." she said. "Richard. I think that name suits him." Leonhart said. "Welcome, Richard, our son."

[arisaontheinternet]

I'm sorry but this is the cutest thing I have ever seen. Whoever decided to put cy and clops in pajamas, this was an A+ decision. So cute! So adorable! (btw i started Sacrificial Princess, I'm on episode 4)

[sarixleo]

Blu-ray Volumes 1-6 of Sacrificial Princess and the King of Beasts Anime

[leoxsari]

Blu-ray Volume 6 of Sacrificial Princess and the King of Beasts

[suzubelle-chan]

What do you think the cast would wear in a modern setti.

To be honest, I'm not the most fashionable person, so I don't much about brands or what looks good on some folks. But here are some ideas I do have about fashion choices they'd make, especially in a modern setting:

Sariphi: Probably something comfortable. Would wear pants or skirts depending on what she's got planned for the day. Would have a pocket large enough or purse to hold a book. I mainly see her in pastels/light colored clothes.

Leo: I mainly see him in suits or in nice business casual attire. In beast form, he usually can't wear ties since he's so big so he'll wear a scarf and use it like an ascot. (I got this from Me and My Beast Boss) He can wear a tie in human form though. Mainly in darker colors, earth kind of colors.

Anubis: Similar to Leonhart, yet he'd wear more white and light colors to give a contrast to his black fur. Would wear simple studs for earrings.

Amit: Almost always in a skirt, usually in a longer one. Definitely would wear feminine, classy attire. Definitely would like frilly, lacy outfits. May collect aprons.

Jormungand: More casual than his friends, but does have a suit or two for the occasion. Always has ties pressed and neatly worn. Has a hat collection since it's hard to image to imagine him without one.

Lanteveldt: Definitely more a t-shirt/tank top guy with jeans, particularly ripped ones. If you put a tie on him, it'll be undone when you blink, even he doesn't know how. He just shrugs.

Cy and Clops: ... If it were up to me, Cy and Clops would at least have something like a vest to wear and and hats too. Since, well, they are mainly naked minus the occasional bow tie.

That's what I've got. If anyone has any ideas, feel free to expand on it.

[xtitan92]

Cutest Anime Characters of 2023

[persistheillustrator]

I've decided to participate in Inktober for this year. I'll start with a 2 for 1.

I've been recently obsessed with Sacrificial Princess and the King of Beasts. So I wanted to draw a few of the characters. Here are the first ones.

[gor3-hound]

FUCK YOU !! (AND, UH, FUCK HER TOO) — LOGAN HOWLETT + SCOTT SUMMERS

ft. scott summers x f!reader x logan howlett

a/n: deadpool and wolverine full throttled me back into my x-men era... rewatched the first two movies and binge wrote this over the course of three hours... it's pure, shameless smut with slightly gay undertones idk what to tell you... reader is basically in place of jean!!

cw: 18+ content, double penetration, almost cucking, cheating, reader is scott's girlfriend, logan is an asshole, competitive sex?? fighting, clawsTM, biting, marking, mild possessive behavior, p in v, mild scent kink, assholery all round tbh, creampies, threesome. gay crisis for a second x

word count: 2.3k words

Scott is starting to think Logan likes his things way too much. First, it was the way he looked at you when he was first brought to the school, eyes raking over your form. Scott wasn't blind – the visor didn't impair his vision that much. He remembers walking into the room when the both of you were alone. He could sense the tension between the two of you before his presence was even made known to you.

It wasn't until a while later he'd figured out Logan probably smelt him coming. Cocky bastard probably wanted to be caught.

Then, it was his motorcycle. His very own pride and joy. Returned with an empty tank, his keys tossed to him like it was nothing. His eyes narrowed imperceptibly behind his visor as he chucked the keys back to Logan. He barely managed to reign in his irritation.

“You gonna tell me to stay away from your girl?” Scott had told him to do so after that comment, despite having the faith in you that you'd be able to avoid Logan's charms. He was clearly wrong. Logan didn't seem like the type to have much respect, but this was just taking the piss.

“Been meaning to test if these beams could pulverise Adamantium.”

All he gets in reply is a shit eating grin from Logan as he pulls away from the heated kiss Scott had walked in on, his hands still gripping your waist. You really had the audacity to get all wide-eyes and shocked, like you weren't just about to fuck Logan with your ass perched on Scott's bike.

“Shit. Scott, I'm-”

“Sorry?” He cuts off, gaze very clearly still trained on Logan despite the way his shades conceal his line of vision. “Yeah. Save it.”

“Thought I could smell that shitty hair gel.” Logan huffs, bringing his head down to nip and suck at your neck, adding to the wide array of marks he's already left. And you fucking let him, tilting your head back and gasping like it's the best thing you've ever felt. Scott's gonna kill you, then Logan, then quite possibly himself. “How long’s it take you to get that done in the mornin’ anyway, pretty boy?”

“Right. Says the guy with kitty ears?” Scott bites back, taking a few steps towards the both of you. “I'm gonna give you about three seconds to get away from my girl and my bike before we see how good your healing factor really is.”

Logan fucking laughs, kissing his way up your neck and along your jaw so he can whisper into your ear, breath hot against your skin. “Stay put for me, yeah? Shouldn't take long, sweetheart.”

He pushes away from the bike, turning around to face Scott. Cocks his head to the side like a damn dog, rolling his shoulders as his claws shoot out from his knuckles. “Don't make me embarrass you in front of your girl, Cy-clops.”

Scott fucking hates that, hates the way he drags out his name as if it's stupider than Wolverine. Hates everything about Logan, if he's being honest. Hates how easily the man manages to get under his skin every single time.

“You're such a fucking asshole, y'know that?” Scott squares up, trying his best not to hurl a beam directly at Logan with the hopes he'd be able to send him flying through the garage wall. He's meant to be a team player. Level-headed. He's not sure how the older man always reduces him to this.

“That really hurts my feelings, bub. I thought we were a team.” Logan stalks closer, and Scott's vaguely aware you've gotten up, ready to break up a fight that never comes. Claws sink into the drywall beside his head at the same time he hears you tell Logan to ‘stop’. His back hits the wall, and then the asshole leans down, lips brushing his ear just like he had to yours moments prior.

“Y'know, I can smell the changes in your scent when you're pissed, happy... Can also smell it when you're turned on.” He breathes out, inhaling deeply just to tease the man further. “So either you're really into you're girl gettin’ passed around, or you wanna fuck me. Shit, or both. Which is it, pretty boy?”

“I don't want you to fuck my girl, Logan.” Scott grits put. His looks literally can kill, and he's becoming increasingly tempted to prove that to the other man. “And I definitely don't wanna fuck you.”

“C'mere, baby.” Logan coos, gaze flicking to you. He tuts when Scott goes to move, pressing his body against his to prevent him from getting too far. “Ah-ah. Stay there, pretty boy.”

You're at Logan’s side in a second, peering up at him through your lashes like an obedient dog waiting for its next command. Shit makes Scott's blood boil, his body going rigid against the other man's.

“D'you wanna kiss me, sweetheart?” He asks you, cocking his head to the side with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. And you fucking nod, like your boyfriend isn't right there staring at you. “D'you think he wants a kiss from me, too, sweetheart? Think he deserves it? Can't have been treatin’ you right if you came runnin’ to me, huh? Maybe I should teach him?”

“Yeah, think he needs it. He's always so stressed, never wants to do anything.” Now you're airing out your relationship issues? Fucking great. Scott's practically seething now, lips parting to say something – anything – to defend himself.

He doesn't get the chance before Logan's lips crash against his. He tenses up, ready for a fight. His hands come up to push the man away, but fuck he's a good kisser. It's a lot different from a girl – rougher. There's a drag of his stubble, a pleasant burn that comes from it. His teeth sink into Scott's lower lip before tugging, then he's forcing his tongue into his mouth. Scott ends up dragging him closer, eyes fluttering shut as he kisses back.

A growl rises in Scott's throat when he hears you giggle at his reaction, but he doesn't have much time to think on it, ‘cause Logan laughs all breathy and hot into his mouth, and it's making him short circuit. The growl quickly transforms into a low whine, his lips chasing after the other man when he starts to pull back.

His eyes open just in time to watch as Logan grabs you by your hair to pull you into a needy kiss, his free hand grasping at your hip to grind you against his rapidly hardening length. Scott feels his own cock twitching to life at the sight, a breathless ‘fuck’ leaving his lips as he reaches down to palm himself through his jeans. He hasn't been this hard in months – maybe ever. He feels like a horny teenager again, leaking pre-cum steadily into the fabric of his boxers. He isn't sure what to think of it. Humiliating, is what it is.

Logan's lips are on his again, his hands sliding under his shirt, tugging him closer. He feels his cock pressing against the hard ridges of Logan's muscles, feels your own hands join his in exploring Scott's skin, your lips pressing kisses along his neck and jaw.

“Relax, Scott.” You say, as if it's the easiest thing in the world. Relax, yeah. His dick is rubbing against another man's for the first time while his girlfriend is reaching around him to unbutton his jeans, and you want him to relax. This is a totally normal scenario that isn't throwing him head first into an identity crisis.

He gets lost in the hands on his body, the lips against his skin. Before he knows it, the three of you are naked and panting and pressed against each other. Scott feels like he can't breathe properly. His eyes dart between your body, and the fattest dick he's ever seen in his life. He doesn't know if he should be turned on or really, really insecure. His cock answers by jumping against his abdomen and leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum. Traitor.

Logan grunts as he lifts you up almost effortlessly, his arms resting at the back of your knees, using them as makeshift slings to hold you up against his chest, which is flush to your back. He quirks an eyebrow as Scott just stares, unmoving. “Well? You don't need me to tell you where to put your dick, do you? No wonder she's so pent up.”

“Asshole.” Scott says simply in response, stepping towards you. His words lack any real bite – he's too turned on to even think about being pissy. He fists his length leisurely a few times before lining up with your entrance, pushing forward inch by inch until his hips are flush with the backs of your thighs, your legs dangling helplessly at his sides.

You gasp and whine as Logan moves to slide in alongside your boyfriend, nails digging into his skin until Logan is buried to the hilt inside of you. Scott instantly peppers the skin of your neck with kisses, trying to soothe you.

“You alright, baby?” He asks, all soft and sweet. He's forgotten why he was mad at you in the first place, mind foggy with arousal as your cunt clenches around him.

“She's fine, bub. She can take it. Isn't that right, sweet thing.” Another whine, then a nod. It eases Scott, if only slightly, when he feels you relaxing against them. A beat passes, and then another. His eyes meet Logan’s and they both start to move – slowly, at first, before picking up the pace.

You're so much tighter like this, sucking him in desperately as he tries to find a rhythm with Logan. He can barely focus in anything but your heat and the way his cock ruts against Logan's as they both fuck into you. It's almost maddeningly hot, and he's feeling overwhelmingly anxious that he's going to cum in an embarrassingly short amount of time.

Scott leans down, his lips meeting yours as he rocks forward over and over. His lashes flutter as he sucks on your tongue, kissing you greedily. He feels a hand tugging at his hair, pulling him away from you before sharp teeth start to nip at his lower lip, a tongue bullying his way into his mouth. He sucks on Logan's, too, kissing him back just as hungrily as he did to you. He rubs soothing circles into your hips as he picks up the pace, coaxing you into relaxing further.

A growl rumbles Logan's chest when he feels Scott fucking you faster, his hips snapping against the fat of your thighs with more intensity, like he's determined to fuck you better than the other man. He's bigger, tip bullying your cervix with every thrust in a way that makes you tear up. His nose twitches as he smells the saltiness of your tears, then he's pulling away from Scott to lap them off of your face.

“Shhh, shh… you can take it, sweetheart. I know you can.” He coos softly, moving to nuzzle the crook of your neck, nose running along the skin like he's scenting you. Both men continue to slide in and out of your slick heat, grunting and groaning like animals as they chase their release.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” Your boyfriend coos. Scott needs you to cum soon, because he's barely holding on as it is. He doesn't want to leave you unsatisfied – especially now he's very aware Logan will gladly pick up his slack. His hand falls from your hip to make its way between your legs, thumb rubbing circles into your clit until your muscles grow taut. He grins, sucking a possessive mark over one of the hickies Logan had left earlier. Take that, asshole.

Your walls flutter and clench around both cocks as you reach your peak, a shaky moan of Scott's name leaving your lips as your head falls back against Logan's shoulder. Check and mate.

“Hear that, kitty claws? I'm still her favourite.” He huffs out, hands returning to your hips in an almost bruising grip as he ruts helplessly inside your tight heat, balls tightening as his orgasm rapidly approaches.

“S'only ‘cause she's lookin’ at ya, dumbass.” Really, it shouldn't be Logan's gruff, fucked-out tone that drives him over the edge, but it is. He blows his load a second later, forehead dropping against the crook of your neck as he fills you with spurts of hot, white liquid. He gasps against your skin, nails digging into your plush flesh.

Logan isn't far behind, grunting as he forces every inch of his cock deep inside of you, head tipping back as he releases. The tips of his claws threaten to breach the skin of his knuckles, but he manages to suppress them enough that they never fully unsheathe. He pants softly, chest heaving as he thrusts shallowly through his orgasm.

“Fuck.” He hisses, slowly pulling out of you. He lifts you off of Scott's cock, settling you down on the seat of the motorcycle so you can all catch your breath. Logan rubs soothing circles into your back as Scott steps forward, all but slumping against you as he embraces you.

“Did so good, baby. Was perfect.” He breathes out, pressing kisses along your bare shoulder. He pulls back just enough to look at Logan, who's already lighting up a cigar. “The fuck did that even come from?”

That shit-eating grin lights up the older man's face again as he takes a few short draws from the cigar in his mouth. He exhales the smoke, pulling it out of his mouth to speak.

“Trust me, pretty boy. You really don't wanna know.”

[venominmypizza]

Cy-clops😼

[savanaclaw1996]

Sacrificial Princess and the King of Beasts Masterlist

Headcannons:

A Hyenian's Crush-Lanteveldt x GN! Reader

Scenarios:

The Birth of Richard

[ticklygiggles]

An Acting Queen Consort and a Captain | Sariphi & Lanteveldt

Commission for @wertzunge

A/N: Thank you for your patience as always, kind Max! I hope you enjoy this little fic with our favorite Acting Consort and hyenafolk! I'm still quite new to this fandom, so I apologize in advance if they are a bit ooc *sobs* I hope you enjoy it, though. Thank you Max!

Summary: Sari is tired after losing one night of sleep, but why is her guard putting an attitude in if he's the reason why she hasn't slept?! An apology is needed.

Sariphi gave a long sigh as she collapsed into the seat of the carriage. Her feet hurt and she felt like her arms and legs were as heavy as blocks of steel. It had been a very busy and eventful couple of days in Maasya. Sari was happy to have fulfilled another trial as Acting Queen Consort, but mentally and physically she felt exhausted. Who would have thought that her simple human eyes would ever be so helpful - she had just saved Lante's life. The new Captain had been a handful since the very first moment they met, but Sariphi was thankful for having him. She perfectly knew he meant no warm to her nor the Kingdom of Ozmargo, (included, most importantly, His Majesty), but she was glad they now know this on Maasya as well. 

Still… he could've been a bit nicer before, hmm?

Sari sighed again, closing her eyes and slightly tilting her head to the side tiredly. 

“Sari…,” Clops said in a troubled voice as it gently jumped into Sari's lap, Cy mumbling a worried ‘ri’, also jumping on her lap. 

Sari smiled warmly, gently rubbing their heads. “I am alright, Clops-chan, Cy-chan. Don't worry about me.” 

“Tch, honestly, why did you even have to stay up just to help me out? I could've solved the problem without your help,” Lante said stubbornly, lying on the seat opposite to Sari. 

“Oi! How can you talk to Sari like that after all she did for you!” 

“For you!” 

Lante’s voice sounded sharp and aggressive, completely annoyed by the whole situation, but Sariphi knew better, oh she did. It wasn't his fault for being as distrustful as he was; Sari was no expert, but she had studied profusely and knew perfectly well that being a hyenafolk wasn't easy even if they had good intentions - Lante's ancestors had decided to blacken the name of all future generations by their acts in the past. It was sad he had to suffer the ugly looks and mean words and she thought, perhaps, they were on the same page, after all, she was still under those ugly looks. 

Well, that didn't really matter anymore. Lante had sworn on his life to protect Sariphi and she trusted him, but still… wasn't he being a bit too much talking like that? Sariphi didn't help him because she wanted to manipulate him, regardless, she thought he could act a bit nicer to her. Wasn't he the one that put her life in danger? She was sure he was going to save her but… still!

“Hmph! I didn't ask Sari to help me, did I?” He asked, although he wasn't even looking at Sari. 

“You! How can you say that?!”

“That!” 

“Now everyone, please calm down. Cy-chan, Clops-chan, thank you for worrying about me, but please don't get too mad, okay?” She smiled sweetly at them, but her smile slowly faded as she looked at the Captain. “Lante.”

He immediately sat up, ears and tail perked up and eyes slightly wide as he stared at Sari. Sariphi was not one to be angered easily, she actually didn't like being mad at someone for too long and this was the case with Lante - first of all, she had never been mad at him, if she had to name her initial feeling towards Lante, it would've been ‘uncertainty’ and ‘expectation’, perhaps also a bit of fear but not too much. So right now, she was just playing. 

“We've been through a lot, Lante,” she said calmly, her voice serious and slightly cold. “And I haven't once heard an ‘I am sorry’ from your lips, do you think that's fair?” 

Lante jumped slightly. “I- I have nothing to apologize for!” 

“Apologize!” Cy and Clops yelled.

“Apologize, Lante,” Sari said before a spark of playfulness twinkled in her eyes. “Or else… I will tickle you.”

She grinned as Lante's ears twitched. It was funny to see his expression twist from fear to surprise and then embarrassment. Sariphi couldn't help but giggle as Cy and Clips jumped on her lap. 

“Get him, Sari! Get him!”

“Him!” 

Lante huffed, crossing his arms and legs as he leaned back. “Heh, I'd like to see you try, Acting Queen Consort. I am not sensitive, that's childish. I think you'll have to think harder than that.” 

Sari chuckled. Lante wasn't ticklish? She'd like to see that! Even someone like His Majesty was sensitive, there was no way Lante wasn't! Sari liked a nice challenge like this once in a while. 

“Then, you wouldn't mind me trying, right?” She asked, smiling at him as she gently put Cy and Clops off her lap so she could move and sit right beside Lante. The poor hyena jumped slightly, highly aware of Sari’s presence. Someone who was not ticklish could act this way? Sari giggled and Lante turned his head away from her. 

“G-Go ahead,” he said. The confidence in his voice was gone, and Sari knew she was going to have a lot of fun. “I don't mind at all.”

“Very well!” She said and her hands wasted no time; her fine fingers touched his side, just a touch of her fingertips against Lante's warm, fluffy side. The knight shivered slightly, almost imperceptibly, and his ears twitched a bit, but his face didn't show much emotion. Sari grinned as she started to wiggle her fingers against his side, going up and down in a way she had learned always made His Majesty let out soft giggles. 

It seemed like Lante wasn't immune to that touch either. He started to shake slightly and he closed his eyes tightly. Sari watched as one of his shoulders rose involuntarily, and his elbow twitched back a bit. 

“You know… I wonder if someone not ticklish would be squirming like you?” Sari teased playfully, poking Lante's side and making him jump slightly. 

“W-What d-do you m-m-mean?” He asked through gritted teeth. “I'm not s-squirming at a-all, you- gah! S-Sahari, w-wait!”

Sari's gentle and tickly fingers had reached one side of his ribs and he flinched away, pressing his arms tightly against his body in an attempt to stop her, but her hand was trapped in and she had no other option but to tickle him more, of course. The strangled sound he made when he felt Sari clawing at his ribs made her laugh softly. 

“Are you sure you're not ticklish, Lante? You seem quite ticklish to me.” 

Lante shook his head, ears pressed back against his skull as he refused to even speak, but Sari could feel him shaking under her touch, trying to hold back his laughter. 

“He's ticklish, Sari!” Both Cy and Clops jumped on Lante's lap, hopping up and down a bit too excitedly, perhaps a bit happy that Lante was, for once, being taken down a notch. “Get him good!” 

“Good!” 

Lante tried to slap Cy and Clops away, but as Sari reached for the other side of his ribs, he lasted a total of two seconds before he erupted into loud laughter. His arms wrapped around his ribs as he leaned forward, trying to escape from Sari's fingers. 

“Are you laughing, Lante?” She asked playfully, fingertips digging into the spaces between Lante's ribs. “Are you laughing when you said you weren't ticklish?” 

“SAHAHARI! Plehehease dohohon't!” He cackled, jerking heavily as Sari found his highest ribs, near his armpits.

“Get ‘im! Get ‘im!” Cy and Clops chanted happily, bouncing from leg to leg whenever Lante kicked desperately. 

“Ribs? Ticklish,” Sari said, her hands suddenly burying under Lante's underarms. Lante let out an uncharacteristic shriek as he threw his head back with loud laughter. “Underarms? Very ticklish!”

“SAHAHARI! STAHAHAP!” 

Sariphi actually thought that Lante was telling the truth. She really thought he wasn't ticklish, but she had to know better. Why wouldn't he? If His Majesty was ticklish, it seemed impossible for Sari to think that the other beasts were not. Even Anubis, but she didn't wish to lose her hands trying to tickle him, but Lante was another story. He trusted her and Sari knew that even if he acted a bit grumpy when she stopped her attack, he wouldn't actually get mad at her. Besides, wasn't his tail wagging? How cute!

Sari didn't know how, but Lante had fallen flat on his back in the carriage seat, laughing wildly when Sari returned to his ribs. Sari could feel Lante's soft fur above his clothes and she couldn't help but but think about scratching a puppy's tummy. When her fingernails scritch-scratched his ribs, Lante shrieked, throwing his head back. 

“Sari! Sari!” Cy called for her attention, both creatures now jumping on Lante's belly. “Try his belly, Sari!” Clops finished and Sari smiled. 

“Oh? Right here?”

“NO MOHOHORE!” He begged, but Sari didn't hear because he was laughing so much! “SAHAHARI! D-Dohohon’t scrahahatch mehehe!” He cackled, wagging his tail as Sari scratched his tummy. “I'm nohohot a dohohog!” 

“I know you are not,” Sari giggled. “But the scratching makes you laugh more!” 

Lante shook his head. “SAHAHARIPHIHI! STAHAHAP!” 

“Of course! I'll stop when you apologize, Lante!” 

“NEHEVER! I DIHIHIDN’T-

“Sari! Sari!”

Sari lookef at her little companions and her eyebrows raised when she saw them, easily sneaking under his arms, giving Sari an opening to tickle him there again. However, Sariphi was surprised how easy it was for Cy and Clops to move his arms. It seemed that Lante's weakness really was being tickled huh? Feeling a bit mischievous, Sari gently closed her hand around one of his wrists and lifted his arm above his head. She couldn't help but widen her eyes. 

“What's the matter, Lante?” She taunted, the fingers from her free hand walking up his side and ribs towards his underarm. “Even I can pin you down like this?” 

Lante shook his head, eyeing the delicate fingers doing their dance towards his tickle spot. “S-Sahahari plehehease! Li-Listen! I lied okay? I'm actually vehery ticklish, yes? If you tihickle me there again, I'll die!” 

Sari giggled, “what? You're ticklish? How weird, I didn't notice!” Cy and Clops giggled, rolling around Lante's tummy, making him twitch and flinch. “I already tell you how to make st-

“I refuse!” He gasped, giggling brightly when Sari's fingers finally touched his armpit, but didn't tickle him right away. “S-Sahahari, plehehease!” 

“I'll give you three seconds,” she said, her finger drawing circles around Lante's underarm. “Three seconds for you to apologize!” 

“Three seconds!” 

“Seconds!” 

“I wohoahahaHAHA!” Hysterical laughter filled the carriage. Sariphi was slightly surprised no one came to check on them, but she didn't pay much attention to that thought, instead, she focused on wiggling and digging her fingers against Lante's under arm, driving him up the wall. 

Lante barely jerked to free himself and Sari giggled. “Cy-Chan, Clops-chan. Does Lante look ticklish to you?” 

“Yes, Sari! Very ticklish!” 

“Very ticklish!” 

Sari grinned, giggling when Lante crackled as she scratched the center of his armpit. “Do you think he should apologize?” 

“Apologize! Apologize!” The creatures chanted and for a minute, Sari thought Lante would faint at any moment as he still refused to apologize to her. 

She wouldn't like to kill him, but just as she was thinking of stopping, Lante’s yell surprised her. 

“I AHAHAM SOHOHORRY! Plehehease, Sahahariphi- NOHOHO MOHOHORE!” 

As if his words were a spell, Sari's mischievous fingers stopped and in the blink of an eye, she, Cy and Clops were sitting on the other side of the carriage in front of Lante, as if Sari hadn't been tickling him like crazy. Sari watched with a smile as Lante tried to catch his breath while small residual giggles made him bounce slightly. She then noticed that his eyelashes were wet with tears of laughter. His chest fell and rose hurriedly and for a moment she worried. 

“Was it too much, Lante?”

The hyenafolk didn't answer right away, but after a few deep breaths, he shook his head, cleaning the tears off his eyes. “I'm a-alrigh. It wahas… my first time getting t-tickled by a human… it was a wide experience.”

Sari smiled warmly at him before looking down at her lap. Her gentle hands that only a couple of minutes ago were pulling out loud crackles from Lante, were now rubbing Cy and Clops’ little heads. The two little monsters had fallen asleep, tired after all of that jumping around and cheering for Sari. She chuckled and then looked up at Lante. 

He had calmed down completely, simply laying down with sleepy eyes. 

“Lante?” He sat up, hyperware and Sari chuckled. “Thank you, Lante.” 

The Captain blinked before his eyes softened. “No, thanks to you, Sari.” 

Warm spread across her chest and she smiled brightly. 

She couldn wait to see His Majesty again. 

[sarixleo]

Merry Christmas Illustration of Sacrificial Princess and the King of Beasts

Characters: Leonhart, Anubis (Sirius), Clops, Sariphi, Cy, Jormungand, Lanteveldt and Amit

[leoxsari]

Happy Tanabata Day! 🌟🎋

[cuttoncandyhair]

White Rabbit and the Prince of Beasts 1 - News-

Richard was born two years after Sali and Leo got married.

Richard is 9 years old as of volume 1.

In their early years demons develop about as fast as humans do, their youth (early adult years) streches out for a significantly longer period, though.

Richard does not have strong magic powers like his father.

When Richard took his first steps Sali, Amito, Cy and Clops (and secretly Anubis) cried from joy.

Richard calling a sacred beast has become an important part of the peace treaty with humanity and Richard ran away from home to become stronger, as he is not confident he can live up to everybody's expectations.

The main cast in this volume consists of Richard, Lavi the white rabbit, Subaru the human girl, and Kemomo the black fuzz.

Lavi doesn't think highly of the royal family and so Richard hides his true identity and goes by the name of Rion while in his care.

Richard choses Lavi as his master.

Saliphie, who found Richard after running away, chose to leave Richard in Lavi and Subaru's care and asks Lant to watch over Richard from afar.

Saliphie hasn't considered her parents as her parents since that night, she did however get along great with her older sister Maria. Maria would have died for Saliphie, had she known, and so Saliphie decided to die for her.

Anubis tells the story of how he achieved each of his earrings: The first was given to him by his father for his birth. The second he pierced himself when his father died. The third when he chose the prince as his future king and took on the name "Anubis". The forth when his prince became the king, and the fifth upon welcoming his king's Queen.

Those were the big points in the story that I thought some of you who didn't get a translation of the sequel might want to know. I hope you are as excited as I am about these news.

[dino-collective-bah]

hello !! I've never done one of these before, but my psys had a really nice experience with yous, so I'd love to try it out !! we would really like a lvl 3 Scott Summers fictive with paras ! anything else added is up to yous, but I've been finding paras so interesting lately xp

i’m so glad your psys had a good time! i hope you like him!

Lvl 3: scott summers + paras

Name(s): Scott, Cecil, Tavor, Amauro, Michael, David, Theodore, Emmett, Grant, Isaac, Seth

Pronoun(s): he/him, cy/clops/cyr/cyrs/cyself, cy/clops/cys/cyrs/cyself, abstra/abstras/abstraself, eni/enis/eniself, myst/mysts/mystself

Age: 26

Species: human/mutant

Gender(s): mutagenic, mutantgender, transmasc boything, cyclopsgender, celestialfluid

Orientation(s): panromantic, bisexual

Source: xmen

Role(s): protector/trauma holder

Sign-off: ❌, 🕶️, or ☀️

Personality: cocky, flirty, brave, loyal, dedicated, no-nonsense

Likes: reading, being alone especially out in nature, sunny days

Dislikes: being told what to do, being controlled

Front Triggers (pos and neg): the body feeling physically threatened

Paras: angelophilia, cratolagnia, merinthophilia, glaciulaphilia,

Picrew:

i did my best on the picrew, its hard to find ones with glasses that fit

[angelicdonuts]

Uhhhhh I'm bored and felt like posting something!!

Alucard, Hanzou, and Cy(ril/clops) all various levels of shocked because I love them!!!

I really need to stop posting doodles and I should really draw these three (or at lease Alucard and Hanzou) like LITERALLY because I've only ever drawn them silly like this