Legacy of the Pridelords: A Taste of True Passion
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Story description: Instincts. Are they a strength, or a weakness? Anyra learns on her own after her urges teach her that once stirred, a male will do what he must in order to ensure his future.
** ***Legacy of the Pridelords Chapter 6: A Taste of true Passion*****
The tide of pleasure ended as suddenly as it began. With a deep, shaky breath, Anyra splayed herself on her back, growling weakly as her sex still emptied itself of the last slivers of gushing heat.
Her father licked his wry lips off her juices. "You're fertile," he licked his nose again, still snarling from the potency of the scents he just ingested.
"Wh...what?"
The male took a few moments to clean himself. Once his lips fell over his fangs, he crawled closer, nuzzling along one of her hind legs. "My daughter became a lioness..."
"I...What happened? Did I release my own seed?"
"No, no," the male licked into her neck. "Females can't spill in the same way we do. The stimulation just triggered your mating instinct."
"I...mated your tongue then?"
He gave her another loving lick. "Of course not. I wanted to taste your scent, but it was more intense than I imagined. My instincts just got the better of me."
"It was so weird. I don't want that to happen again. Cubs can wait."
Could they? Her father's continuous affections did not distract Anyra from the smell of his own musk. He was hard under the tail, his crimson spire dripping in the same way she did a few moments ago. Before she could point out that particular problem, the male crashed beside her, pawing playfully at her limbs, dragging them to his exposed belly.
He looked so big, inviting, fluffy... Anyra just had to remember how good she felt in her father's embrace to make her decision. Aroused or not, she crawled on top of him, carefully pushing her tail out of the way to avoid stirring him more than necessary. Right now, she wanted to love her father more than she wanted to breed him.
"Tell me about this mate of yours," his paws wrapped around her neck again in a way she absolutely loved. "Is he strong? Witty? Faster than you?"
Anyra licked her father's nose, tasting a bit of her own essence in the process. "He is many things, and I like him just the way he is, silly and stupid at times. He will not be the kind of king you are, but we can't just mate and rise cubs together, right?"
"Yes. Of course," the male said. "Lions need foreign blood to prosper. That's why there are so many small prides around. We males used to conquer each other in the past, yet after the creation of the treaty, lionesses traveled from one pride to the other to renew the pride's blood, along with peace."
"But..."
"Tell me."
"It's nothing," Anyra shook her head.
"What have I said about lies?"
They had sharper fangs than lions. But Anyra couldn't just talk about mating all over again. She couldn't, when she felt her father's member throb against the base of her tail. It was so close to her lips. Just one push. That's all it took for her own sire to slip inside and fill her with his inner strength.
"Veran is...he did something with my mate," Anyra diverted the topic. Not the truth, but not a lie either. "I caught them standing like we do, pushing their genders together. They both seemed to like it...then Veran put it into my mate's tail -his own son- and filled him with his seed. Have you ever done it with a male?"
The lion rumbled with amusement. "More times than you can imagine. It is not uncommon for siblings to strengthen their bonds through mounting."
"What about parents?"
"We do the same."
"So my brothers...they all took your seed?"
"All of them."
Anyra's blood warmed at that thought. To imagine her father standing atop one of her brothers, roaring his heart out while his tail twitched wildly with the erupting spurts of his essence...it was more stimulating than she wanted to admit.
She licked her nose, then stared at her kind, loving father. "Veran also tasted my mate. He licked him like you licked me. He roared. Very loud. I saw his tail twitching like grasses bending before a storm. Is that how seed comes out? Through the tail?"
"Deeper," her father adjusted himself, rubbing his wet spire around the female's bare lips. "There is something within us that makes the seed come out. You felt it too when I tasted your scent."
That she did. But even after such an intense moment, her gender still dripped with liquid heat, unsated, unconquered...and Anyra pushed her rump towards her father's tail, feeling his rocky protrusion tense with pounding throbs.
"Grrrrrr..."
Anyra licked her father's snarly lips. "Put it in me. Just...just to see how it feels."
"Nyra..."
"We can't mate. You said it yourself."
"Then keep still. Instincts are not easy to tame. Once they overcome your mind, they won't relent."
Just like her pestering heat. Anyra played with her father's mane, but with every passing heartbeat, she felt increasingly attracted by his gender. What if she took it in just for a moment, to tame the pestering heat?
Anyra lifted her tail, then rubbed herself from side to side. The male's paws tightened around her neck. He growled at her first. Then he traded words in favor of touch. He licked her as she stimulated his gender with her wet backside, then nibbled her neck strong enough to hurt once her lips kissed his hard flesh.
Anyra couldn't stop herself. She shoved herself against her father's member, his tense flesh sliding inside her soaked flesh faster than any of them expected.
"Narrrhhhh," the female snarled as his protrusions raked the sensitive insides of her flesh. Storms, she forgot about the barbs, so hard, so raw, so painful! Anyra pushed her paws against the ground, her instincts urging her to flee from harm's way.
But her father's massive paws clutched her tighter than ever. The male's throat vibrated with a sudden, trembling growl that made Anyra's fur stand on end due to the vibrations coursing beneath her. Once he felt the warm embrace of her flesh, the lion shoved his member inside down to his very balls, sliding the entire length of his rock hard pole through her tunnel like a battering ram.
"Haaaarrrr!" Anyra snarled fiercely, the tiny protrusions catching onto her flesh like claws. Shudders of agonizing heat forked along the scratches left by his barbs, filling the young lioness with a bright flare of unexpected pain.
And that was just the beginning. Anyra felt his throbbing member pull back towards her lips. She growled and spat, then choked when her father plugged her again with the entire length of his shaft.
He started thrusting. Anyra's claws came out of their sheaths. She imagined her first mating to be calm, warm, full of love, not like the shuddering-inducing torment it turned out to be.
"Hurts! It hurts!" she yowled back at her father, whose warm breath flowed across her snarly face. She tried to wrestle his paws off her back, but he was stronger than her. Bigger. He was inside her.
And he wasn't willing to let go that easily. Anyra felt the sting of his claws pressing through her fur. Like his barbs, his paws latched onto her with a stinging embrace, holding her prisoner against his warm, vibrating belly as the male surrendered to the ancient instinct to breed.
"Fatherrrrr, it...it stings! Stop...stop!" Anyra begged as her defenseless passage cried its own liquid tears around the hungry member, which came in and out whenever it pleased with squelching throbs. She was so wet down there, yet it still hurt so much. The pain set her inner flesh on fire, and in her desperation, Anyra latched her jaws around her father's neck, her grip too feeble compared to the bite of his claws.
"Graawwrrrr!" the young lioness yowled as crimson snakes made their way down her golden fur.
The male's own lips pulled up to reveal his shining fangs, menacing and beautiful at the same time. They latched on to her jaw, hard and cruel, same as his member.
Anyra couldn't even snap at him now. Held by his paws, trapped against his belly, she could only clamp her tail muscles as hard as she could around his battering cock, hoping that was enough to hold the male's lust back.
It wasn't. The tightening grip enraged his thrusts. His cock throbbed harder, pushed deeper, scratched her over and over again until a surge of intense heat shot into her passage deeper than his barbs ever did.
"Mrrruurrr..."
Anyra's teary eyes widened for a moment, then sealed shut as heated tremors ran over her entire body. Another surge came, harder than the last, stimulating the very source of her heat while her passage rippled around the member that pounded like a second heart. She knew this. She saw it that night when Veran entered his son's tailhole. Anyra no longer watched another male empty himself of his burden. She felt it right here, right now as her own father emptied himself inside her, launching rope after rope of thick essence deeper than his tongue ever reached.
"Mrroooaaarrrr!" the male's throat rippled with cry akin to a wounded beast. Hot, humid air rolled over Anyra's contorting face, flaring back the unbearable heat that lay in waiting. The pain all but evaporated, replaced by surges of pure pleasure as the male's viscous seed coated her tunnel with a warm layer of protection. His barbs no longer hurt, but stimulated her flesh in a way she never thought possible.
The lioness tensed like a spring. She took three more thrusts. Then four, and five, before her own muscles started emptying themselves of all their inner heat. She embraced his perfect member with all the strength she had for two pounding heartbeats, then loosened a sharp squirt that bathed the cock with more warmth than it could handle.
"Haawwwrrrrrr!" Anyra cried weakly, joining her father's deeper growl as they both soared over the peak of their pleasure. He was still cumming so hard inside her. She felt the spasms of his tail, the warm trickles of seed and female essence pooling around his twitching sack. Anyra forgot about his claws, his jaws, his barbs. She focused on his cock, plowing in and out of her passage with dazzling surges of intense delight. She loved how deep it entered, how it tensed before every spasm, how it filled her tunnel with creamy essence. She milked that life-giving seed with all she had, sucking it in through pounding spasms that brought the fertile fluid into the depths of her body, each spurt feeding her instincts with waves of blanketing warmth.
He remained inside even after he ceased throbbing. The simple presence of his cock inside her walls kept Anyra twitching a dozen more times. Now that their growls died down, the squelching made by her clamping gender was a lot more obvious.
"Nyra..."
"Stay there," the lioness licked her father's jaw. "I...I want to feel it inside me just a bit longer."
"It's not how it should be. I hurt you."
"They're scratches. Just scratches..." Anyra whispered, panting weakly, half dazed from the filling pleasure that still coursed through her limbs. She never felt so...filled before. It was as if her father's seed fed her instincts with the juiciest meat around. So much was still inside her...kept in place by his semi aroused flesh.
"No.'
That single word ruined her moment of great delight. Anyra fell on her side, splattering the ground with her father's precious seed. She rolled onto her back to preserve what she could, but the stubborn male pushed his head between her legs and laid siege to her gender with the same tongue that brought her first release.
"Awwwrrr...father...why?" Anyra watched him like a submissive cub as he pushed and wriggled his tongue into her flooded depths to coax out as much seed as he could. She knew why. They talked about cubs moments before they mated. It made sense to avoid carrying her father's cubs...but after she had him inside her, Anyra felt only bitterness at the messy sounds made by his slurping maw.
She let him take his essence back, as was his right, then crawled into the thick reeds for a moment of solitude. Anyra watched the veil of the night claim whatever remained of the sun's fiery reign. She thought of many things, from her first meeting with her mate to the times they shared together. How would he feel if he knew his mate coupled with her own father? Would he accept it, like his father did? Would he...leave her?
Anyra couldn't bear that thought right now. She pushed her nose into her gender. A thin streak of pearlescent fluid made its way out into the open. Anyra sniffed at it a few times, then took it upon her tongue, the virile fluid forcing her lips over her snowy fangs. Some of her father's seed still lingered within her, and that thought calmed her in his absence.
** ***End of Chapter 6*****
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