Legacy of the Pridelords: A Way of Life
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Story Description: Anyra ventures deeper into her new life. She meets the head of her new mate's pride, a kind old lion that has a few strange customs regarding the bonding rituals in his pride.
** ***Legacy of the Pridelords Chapter 2: A Way of Life*****
The sun set beyond the horizon when the scents of her pride greeted her nostrils. Anyra froze. A tide of memories rushed through her mind. She was back at the blackened trees with her father, learning to hunt monkeys.
The image shifted. She was older now. Strong enough to join the other lionesses on the hunt. But Anyra didn't want that. She went after her father as he patrolled his territory, chasing mice, listening to the insects and the birds as she walked side by side with her gargantuan protector. She always admired his strength. Back then, he was almost twice her size...yet he never made use of it. Stern as he was, her father always had a softer spot for her. She just needed to ask, and the older lion would even carry her on his back if that's what she wanted.
The memories dispersed when she blinked. How could she tell her caring parent that she was leaving? Was there a way to twist these fateful words? To somehow make him understand why she was leaving, despite everything he taught her?
Anyra lacked the strength to do what was needed. Her eyes settled towards the plains, the hunting grounds of her pride. She found the lionesses stalking a herd of buffalos. They asked her to join, but Anyra refused. She dragged her mother out of the hunting formation, pleading her to do what she couldn't.
The lioness accepted. How couldn't she, when the same blood ran through their veins? With tears in her eyes, Anyra tackled her mother to the ground. She wanted to feel her warmth, to taste her muzzle a few more times before departing towards her new life. The lioness understood that. She remained with her until the pride isolated their prey, then went to do what she needed to, just like Anyra.
Night almost fell upon the land when Anyra crossed through the sand pride's territory. She smelled the markings better than she heard their roars. It had been a year, maybe more since she visited that pride along with her father. He had a reason to go there. Something other than hunting. Anyra couldn't remember what he talked with the sand king. She remembered the smells though; dry and warm unlike the pungent tinge of the markings.
She advanced east, towards the fading light where her new home awaited. Anyra traveled swiftly. With the coming of the night, only her feline cousins remained alert. There were no eagles to pick on her, or stupid monkeys to give her position away.
A familiar scent entered her nostrils. Her ears twitched, and she looked towards the rising spires in the distance, silhouettes she never saw from up-close. She heard tales of the Red Rocks from her father though. Some lions told about a great battle between predators and prey, labeling the spires as a gazelle's broken horns. Anyra never cared about history that much. She preferred to trust her own senses above strange stories told by even stranger beings.
The grasses thickened as she advanced. More trees sprouted in this region thanks to the twin rivers feeding the land with their water. Anyra shook her head, swiping her tail around. There were as many insects here as there were scents. One stood above the rest, so strong it stung her nostrils. That one definitely belonged to a male. One even older than her father.
She followed the weaker ones all the way towards a marked tree. The lioness sniffed the claw marks, her interest captivated by the familiar scent. She poked her tongue out for a taste when the underbrush shifted behind her.
Anyra whirled on her paws, but the silhouette tackled her before she could even blink. A strong paw slammed against her chest, definitely large enough to be a lion's.
Without thinking, Anyra unsheathed her claws, then dug them into the assailant's flesh, dragging him close enough for her fangs to finish the job.
But the growl made her ears twitch with recognition. Her nostrils too widened to breathe in not the scent of a stranger, but the sweet fragrance of her own mate.
Anyra pushed her head back. She blinked twice, her amber eyes focusing on the playful face of a lion she loved more than herself.
"Veranor?"
"Is there another lion who can catch you off guard?"
"You're....I almost..." The lioness snarled as the metallic smell of blood overpowered everything else. She immediately sheathed her claws, the warm fluid around her tips making her shiver with chilling realization. "I've hurt you..."
"These?" Veranor licked one of the crimson snakes trailing along his shoulder. "Is this what you call wounds? Because if that's the case, you must have led a very fluffy life."
"You're stupid," Anyra tried to get up. "Get off me."
"The cub wants her freedom? Are you going to mewl for it?"
"Get off!" Anyra slapped his head with her pads.
That got her point across, and the lioness sprung to her feet, immediately going over the soggy areas where her mate bled.
"This is unreasonable of you. My father raised me to be a leader someday. I know it probably sounds stupid to a female, but the accord hasn't dulled our claws. We need to hone our skills, and practicing on each other is the best way to do so."
"He's a real warrior, isn't he?" Anyra dabbed the soft tip on her tongue against the shallow punctures while her mate nuzzled her neck, licked her ear, acted like none of this even happened.
"You'll meet him soon. Are you done pampering me?"
"Not quite," Anyra switched to his other side, licking just as carefully much to the male's vocal disappointment.
"I won't die, you know."
"Do you want to have maggots growing inside your flesh?"
"My father fought a dozen battles without even-"
"Your father isn't here!" The lioness snapped in his face. "Where I come from, mates do not attack each other."
"What do they do, then? Lick each other's paws? Laze together? Sleep on their backs all day?"
"All of that and more."
The male went for her ear, but Anyra was quick enough this time to avoid his grabby maw.
"I'm almost done."
"No. You are done done. I want to hunt you. I want you to hunt me!" he said with rising excitement. "Can you imagine how dull our life together will be if we avoid even the simplest risks?"
"Drowning in a lake is your definition of simple?"
"It got your tongue on my paws...and in other places too, if I recall correctly."
Anyra barely resisted the urge to slap him again. Show just how soft her paws were when swung with real intent.
Veranor knew her too well though. His tongue touched her chin before she could even growl, giving her no choice but to melt within the waves launched by his warm, honest affections. What started as a fight quickly turned into a growly cuddling session where no ear, no whisker, not even a paw was safe from the wet embrace of their tongues.
Warmed by love, the lions walked side by side, often rubbing against each other on the way to the Red Rocks. This was the kind of game Anyra loved: to tangle her tail around her mate's, pull his whiskers, lick his snarly lips when her tail rubbed against the entrance of his member. Veranor was quite sensitive there, often leaving small streaks of noticeable moisture on her fur.
Anyra's playful ministrations came to an end when a lone figure stood before them. Her nose knew who that was, only that...she didn't know how to interact with another king aside from her father, especially not one who preferred battles over peaceful cuddling.
Her mate rushed towards the bigger lion. Three times he tried to wrestle him down, and three times he failed, ending up with his paws in the air like the cub he was. His father's reaction puzzled her. He had all the bearings of a fighter. Luxurious mane, broad paws, a size that made him stand well over one head above Anyra. Why, then, did he drop on the ground like a boulder? He pawed at his son, Veranor pawed at him, and they licked, and growled, and nipped each other, turning the young lioness' expectations upside down.
"Anyra, this is my father, Veran. Quite the fighter, isn't he?" Veranor said as the two males found ground under their paws.
"He is..." Anyra said absent mindedly, her eyes stolen by the proud male. He was even bigger than her father. And he was coming towards her, all of that fluff rippling with each step.
"It is my pleasure to meet my son's chosen," the lion warmly rubbed his head under Anyra's neck. "Veranor made his intentions known a while ago. I asked him to bring you here, to see with my own eyes what a fine lioness he chose as his mate."
And touch. And sniff also. Veranor was swishing his tail, not even bothering concealing his enjoyment as he watched the greeting ritual unfold.
Anyra never showed him this side of her. She was the one who took the initiative first, and now she became stiffer than a rock with an imposing lion rubbing all around her. Veran got his nose everywhere: under her chest, against the pads of her paws, even near that certain place where no other lion aside from her parents touched her.
Anyra shivered. His breath was too warm, too close. She stumbled forward, trying to get away from that strangely exhilarating sensation, but the male pushed further, touching her defenseless walls.
The lioness shuddered as his moistened tongue brushed against her lips, so moist, so warm, so strangely delightful. Anyra's heart skipped a beat. Her blood heated up, and her tail lifted without her accord. The male tasted first with a quick dab. His second stroke was longer, applying pressure against her gender. When the third came, Anyra could no longer keep her growl trapped. She parted her maw, unleashing a strange, trembling sound she never made before as her lower lips twitched relentlessly around the invading tongue. He pierced her. He was inside her just for one thumping heartbeat before all that strange heat pulled back along with the male's tongue.
He was snarling. Taking her scents deep within his nostrils. Analyzing them. Pressed by a strange breed of curiosity, Anyra too inspected the fine lion, sniffing into his luxurious mane, then going along his side. The scents got sharper, and Anyra pushed her muzzle under the male's tail to peek at a gender that certainly matched the lion's size. His spheres were firm and ripe, two fruits nestled into a firm furred pouch. Anyra nuzzled them with her nose. The smell of strong musk seeped into his nostrils, stronger, rawer, better than anything she smelled before. Anyra's tongue poked through her maw, dabbing at the fleshy entrance, collecting a sample from the bounty of scents residing there.
She stumbled back, licking her lips, snarling from the sheer potency of the male's sharp fragrance. Something wet rushed around her nose. Anyra blinked to see a pair of warm amber eyes staring back at her, and a tongue too big to be her mate's brushing around her nose in the form of three gentle licks.
"The scents will disperse in a moment, young one."
Anyra shook her head once the male pulled back. "I'm...That...that never happened before."
"You are young, but no lion remains a cub forever. In a few days, maybe even tomorrow you will bear the ability to produce offspring."
"We've talked about that, father," Veranor intruded.
"Of course. Any choice you make will be your own. Come now. I'm sure you must be weary from your journey."
Anyra followed the two males towards a lone pillar of stone.
"Why aren't we joining the others?"
"I do not wish to overburden this young lioness more than we need to. We'll sleep here."
Veranor's stance changed, as if he realized what his father said all along. He laid next to Anyra, placing his head on top of hers, hugging her with his paws.
"There is no rush. This mating thing is as confusing to me as it is for you. We'll do it after we settle within the pride, or whenever you are ready."
"That may take a while," Anyra joked, only to have her mate lick her between the ears.
"I have nowhere else to go. Sleep now, my dearest. Rest."
That came rather easily with two strong males at her side. The night was warm. Too warm, in fact, and no amount of star gazing made the heat any less bothersome.
Anyra made sure the two males were asleep. She gently pushed her mate's head on the ground, licked him a few times for good measure, then retreated into the vegetation where she crouched to make her water. Anyra unleashed a few broken spurts. Clamping her muscles felt stranger than before. Better. She could not explain why, but the thoughts of Veran's tongue on her sex made her crave for another similar encounter.
She rolled onto her side, then lifted a hind leg. Her wet gender beckoned her approach, and the lioness could hardly help herself. She pushed the tip of her tongue against her flesh, shuddering with the same intensity she did before.
"Graawwwrrr..." Anyra poked between her shuddering lips. She wanted to awaken the same heat that took hold of her body before. To tense with the same rippling jolt, to feel her muscles tremble against her will...
But it didn't happen. No matter how much she tried, her own tongue couldn't bring her the same intense bliss she felt when a strong male tasted her in such an unexpected, intimate way.
Anyra dropped on her belly. Better sleep than think of what she could not have. A few errant dreams flickered through her mind. Anyra couldn't remember them. Not with that warm growl sailing past her ears. She stalked through the vegetation towards the source of the noise to find her own mate splayed on his back, clutching weakly around the limb of a significantly larger lion.
Veran stood on top of his son, but it wasn't dominance he tried to assert. He licked his son's neck with long, flowing strokes, passing over his nose and stopping only at his ears, which were slightly out of his reach thanks to Veranor's improper position. He had his head laid all the way back, so taken with enjoyment that he couldn't even control his own limbs.
Anyra liked the way they twitched. She saw the outline of a few claws escaping from their sheaths when the older male pushed himself against his son. The lions growled, one deeper than the other, tails flicking in the night, and under them, two fuzzy sacks pressing their sensitive fruits against each other.
Breath froze in the young lioness' throat when she noticed that particular detail. What were they doing? She never saw two males getting so close to each other before. Veran not only licked his son. He mated him!
He thrust, growled, licked, sliding along his son's sack, then pressing his own member against his, coating it with slick warmth and sharp, intense pleasure. Veranor's toes flared when that happened. Anyra could see him throb. They both did as their moistened spires met with gentle strokes much to the pleasure of both males.
Anyra dropped on her belly, eyes fixed on the spectacle happening before her. After a few more strokes, Veran moved lower, and lower, thrusting gently until his member sunk into Veranor's tail muscles.
The young lion growled when that happened. He grabbed onto his father's mane while the older, stronger lion kept up his frenzied pace. He thrust five times, almost then before his tail jerked up with a violent spasm.
"Mrawwwwwrrrr..." the old lion's maw erupted with a long, muted growl, his fangs fully exposed beneath his wry lips.
Anyra's eyes went to Veranor, whose lips were also pulled into an all-out snarl. He didn't growl. Not in the way his father did, even though his member jolted in the bare air. He wasn't releasing though. The few trickling drops coming down his member did not match his father's heated waves. A thin snake leaked out, which quickly turned into an all-out stream as more essence oozed out of the young lion's passage.
Anyra shifted on the ground. All her claws raked lines into the dirt, her own body claimed by the same intense need she saw under Veran's twitching tail, which kept spasming fast and hard, each of those sudden jerks delivering another load of his essence into the tail of his own son. And he liked it so much. The way his hind legs pushed his member all the way in, the way his sack drew up with every spurt, his strong, rippling growl... Anyra wanted that. She desperately desired a male's twitching rod inside her own passage. Her muscles twitched in the same way Veran's did, wet and eager, and she could only rub herself against the cold ground as she smell of fertile seed entered her nostrils.
Two hefty splashes followed Veran's retreat. The older lion sniffed at the mess he made, then started cleaning it with audible licks, insisting on his son's tailhole for a dozen lazy strokes before following up along his sack.
"Grawr...awrrrhhh!" Veranor pawed at his parent, weak and dazed with pure pleasure. Veran drew closer and closer to his son's naked member. They both knew what was going to happen. Especially Veranor. The young male kicked at the air when his member was licked for the first time.
Veran sniffed, then licked, touching his son's member with his tongue, making him shiver just like Anyra did when the same tongue touched her gender.
Veranor's legs crossed from the intense bout of stimulation. A visible surge coursed through his body, making all of his toes flare outwards. Anyra too tensed. She could almost feel her mate's sudden bliss when a sharp line erupted from his member. Veranor opened his maw to growl just like his father did before.
"Awwrr...mraawwwrrr..." he snapped at the air as two healthy spurts followed the first, splattering all over his belly.
Veran licked the cock one last time, then wrapped his tongue around it.
Instead of a proper leonine sound, Veranor's growl turned into a high pitched, yowling moan as the young male's entire gender disappeared within his father's mouth, who suckled on the erupting member like no male ever did before.
Such lewd sight almost made Anyra wet the ground with her own intense desire. Veran didn't just lick. He feasted on his son's release, the build up of fresh leonine seed too great to keep trapped even by such a great maw. Trails of gooey moisture escaped between the great lion's fangs to wet the young one's sack, but he paid no attention to those, preferring to keep his son fully sheltered during his moment of great delight.
When Veranor's yowls smoldered into a weak mewl, Veran finally pulled his maw back, allowing his son's cock to spend its last lazy spurts before he started cleaning the mess all over again.
Anyra pulled back into the depths of the vegetation. Her own gender was unnaturally slimy, and she spent a good amount of time making sure no drops oozed out before reuniting with the two males. None of them asked any questions, and Anyra fell asleep with the smell of seed trapped in her nose and thoughts of mating rushing around her head.
** ***End of Chapter 2*****
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