The Rainbow Eyed Devil & His Songbird (+18)

Beastars

Douma was from a rich family of pure-blooded tigers. Tigers that still remember the days when they ran on all fours and hunted at night no matter the species. That's what their history has for them.

His tongue runs over sharp fangs as his family pays off the poor soul they had bought that night. A poor prey animal that knew this was the last shot for their family to live well, without them.

They had a contract and everything, all was fair.

He was the favored cub of his family, his white pelt with golden stripes. His hair was golden and his white ears stuck up. Plenty of female predators crave his company.

But his rainbow eyes only have thoughts for one.

How forbidden their relationship was, his strength could easily break her bones.

Luckily boars are sturdy in body build.

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Her hair was the softest thing about her, that and her voice. Oh her sweet voice. He wouldn't be surprised down her bloodline she had a relative who was a songbird. Her voice wasn't stopped by those cute little tusks of hers. They just barely protrude from her lips and don't distract anyone from her exterior beauty.

How did he know her hair was soft?

He was her dance partner.

The thing about boars is that they are naturally hefty creatures, with compact muscle and the males get lost in their eating, gaining so much fat.

So Kotoha had a hard time getting a partner that could handle her weight, at least a prey animal.

Douma nearly three heads taller than her did not mind her weight at all, she was perfect. More than perfect for him as they waltzed in a dance they were doing for a show.

The show was perfect, she was a lovely partner who made his tail curl, almost around her leg when they stood side by side.

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The day he was almost arrested, was a day he wouldn't forget. He was dealing with withdrawal and was craving to go to the black market for meat.

The pig variety...

Well, let's just say he got into an argument with Kotoha's ex-boyfriend. A heavy set boar with tusks that nearly gore him when he was tackled.

Something about Douma getting too close to his girl.

Kotoha was her own woman, till she agreed to be his but till then he gladly dug his claws deep into the boar's hide and threw him from the second-story window. He was panting, heaving as his paw came back up from his side and found it a deep crimson.

His tongue licks at it and it was a terrible mixture of prey and predator blood. He'd tasted his blood before and it wasn't nearly as atrocious as it was when Kentaro's blood was mixed with his.

The prey and predator students looked at him in horror, especially Kotoha, the one who had to bear witness to all that had unfollowed before her.

He grinned at her, blood staining his fangs and claws, ready to go back to the conversation they were having before being tackled to the ground by some predator students.

Police got his side of the story after his abdomen got stitched up and his words were steady when he gave his report.

"Ask others, he gored me before I laid hands on him." Kentaro was in a different infirmary, nursing his broken legs and arm. He wouldn't be moving anytime soon.

The police weren't happy, though his family had many connections with them and he got a light slap on the wrist and had to wash his hands deeply.

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Douma would limp his way out, intending to head back to his dorm room when his ears pick up a sweet voice. His tail flicks behind him as he stalks to the dance room and finds Kotoha, singing and dancing around the room.

Then the door creaks and Kotoha jumps in her skin.

He thinks Kotoha would cower but comes to him instead. Grabbing his head, his ears flicking backward as she turned him every which way before he was pulled into a hug. His wound hurts and he wants to groan.

Instead, a purr comes to his throat as he pulls back and offers his hand to her, claws out and ready to have her.

Kotoha avoids his claws and soon they are dancing to their own music.

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His tail would wrap its way around her leg when they slept in his bed. His body dwarfs hers as he curls around her after a long day. His fingers found her hair, petting her as she fell into deeper sleep as he continued to purr.

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His family would disown him when he 'spoils' their bloodline by getting with Kotoha and marrying at the end of high school.

He had his cravings but his ultimate one is wanting her company and attention. To constantly purr and have his tail curl around her wrist or leg when she is with him.

He is curious to see what kind of temper their child will have, a known problem animals with tiger blood have to deal with.

As long as he doesn't try to gore any of his bullies, Douma would love any child of his for it comes from Kotoha.