User blog comment:The Reptile King/Reptile Kingdom What Do's/@comment-27950421-20170325032944/@comment-30014014-20170326010102

George being who he was, decided to try something. Having escaped fate, he wanted to share that luck, be it at the risk of it running out. Taking pieces of meat from a game he hunted recently and rubbed in an aroma leaf to hinder their smell. he pours handmade aroma from another plant to echo their delicious smell and throws them to the opposite direction.

Quickly enough, the creature that is the angry pickle picks up on the odor and roars all the while she charges to the meat, devouring it like she has not eaten something in months. George continues doing so, throwing ever further until he had nothing left. The Jho continues to rush over them to devour them, still leering at them a second with hungry eyes.

He peeks out and notices she is pretty far. His sight then turns over to the frighten Edaph, shocked that she was not found out. Suddenly, without knowing how, she felt grabbed and running without the use of her legs. Looking down, she could see a man under her cleavage sweating as he carried her in a sprint. He looks up as much as he could and musters a quick smile despite not seeing her face.

Her response came with an embrace of her arms keeping her would-be savior close with her own globules closed. Feeling this, George slows down, feeling the appreciation his rescued victim is already showing him. He feels the bliss of her chest starting to eat away as his tired body...

Suddenly, a loud roar is heard, freezing their blood cold. Accompanied by repeated stomping closing in. George dares a look behind, but the Edaph already knows who. He sees the angry and hungry glare of a Jho charging toward them like a bull. Witnessing this prompts the man to pick up the pace. His fight or flight instincts in full display, he dodges obstacles and what not with grace as the Edaph frenziedly claps down to him, hearing all of the trees, branches, rocks and else get smashed to dust by their predator. Must be angry to have to hunt a prey that simply won't let itself taken.

As George and his invited continue this charade, they hear another roar. But...

...this one comes from the front of them. A familiar one at that. Through the bushes, bursts forth another angry pickle, staring hungrily at them. George frankly brakes his pace and tried turning around. The sweating one running after them is right behind. George and the Edaph are cornered by the two, salivating at the prospect of eating two meals rather than one. Suddenly, the one who chased them charged right at the new one with an angry roar...

...and received a tail slap in response from the other. Quickly, it turned into a brawl between the two who did not wish to share the potential meals. George was not one to spit on a chance when one presented to him. Taking his wits about, he took a direction in the east, still carrying the Edaph with him, unbeknownst to the two pickles brawling away, unaware they had lost their food.

An hour later, George's pace has slowed to a crawl, tired but glad they were far away from the pickles. He finds a cave where they can rest. Well, where HE can rest. Putting the Edpah on a comfortable perch, he then crawls away to the closest thing to a bed in this cave. He pulls out a map, exhausted and sweaty and looks at it, seeing he is mere hours from his house. He puts it away, only to see the Edaph plunge at him. With no time to prepare for the incoming due to exhaustion, he braces himself, but the contact is warm and soft.

The first thing she does is plant a deep kiss on his as she straddles him at the same time. Even his tired body cannot overlook the softness that she is and his arms subconsiously grab her from her back to draw her closer. His rest would have been peaceful, but then his...'tower' rose against his ragged pants. His newly devoted Edaph quickly found out. The look in her eyes told him explicitly that he was going to be a whole lot more tired than he currently is...

(Hmm, my dear king, I am surprised to see you speak with bitterness about those who put their survival in front. Was your realm not dedicated to the fitness to survive?)