Sapphic

You approach the king's dais cautiously, head low and jaws carefully clenched around your offering. At the foot of the dais, you glance up, and your gaze is caught by his deep lavender eyes. He appears younger than you expected, and is so heavily draped in jewels, flowers and fine cloth from his pride and potential suitors that you wonder how he can even walk... Then he shifts, and his lean body ripples with hidden muscle, and you catch a glimpse of the stains of old white war paint striping his hide and face. His tail flicks idly with amusement over his soft white paws as he leans forward, studying your face with a gentle smile. You sense a hardness in him that youth and easy life could not teach.

"Have you come to pay tribute?" he asks in a soft, rumbling voice that shivers in your ribs. "Or... do you seek a night by my side?"

Your blood goes cold somewhere deep in your stomach. You kneel before him and nudge your offering up onto the dais. It's no meager prize, half of a bull elephant you slayer in his name and managed to transport here yourself, but you feel as though you have not brought enough.

"A fine present." He sniffs it, turns over the skull to better see what animal it was. "Very impressive. But you still haven't answered my question."

"B-both," you manage to stutter out, straightening your back and trying not to think about the sub male laying behind him that stiffens a little and gives you a hard stare.

"Wonderful." The king stands, gives a long, luxurious stretch that causes every battle scar beneath his cloak of flowers to pop and writhe like bugs in his skin, and steps past you. He smells like old blood and hyacinth. "You may fight one of my wives for the right."

From the sprawling pile of spotted, striped and splashed white lionesses against the wall rises a muscled yet elegant creature. She yawns, showing off all of her teeth, and licks her lips. "I volunteer," XXX says slyly. "When do we begin?"