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This story was written for Handofblades as part of my themed Patreon request day for November. This month's theme is 'Reunion'. The story contains M/F sex between multiple consenting adults, bondage and dom/sub play. :3

A Woman Worth Waiting For

Drool ran down the sides of Gareth's maw and dribbled off the base of his chin as the buff lion groaned through the thick ball-gag stuffed between his jaws. He shuddered and gasped as the warm saliva dripped from his chin and fell down, only to land upon the throbbing, straining length of his cock, forcing it to twitch and strain all the more violently than was already the case and coaxing it to unleash yet more liquids of its own. Pre-cum drizzled down the underside of the feline male's long, thick erection, and his eyes bulged while he tugged helplessly at the thick metal chains strung through rings in the ceiling above him, holding him helpless and unable to pleasure himself, unable to free himself as he watched his mistress taunt and torment him just metres away.

"Ohh yes. Yes... boys. Ohh, use me. Do whatever you want to me..."

The plump gecko writhed on the bed, the large king-size mattress surrounded by no fewer than a dozen men. A dozen men of many species but whose bodies were exclusively lithe and small, whose eyes were wide with overwhelmed joy and disbelief, and whose small cocks, most of them barely half Gareth's size, were twitching and bouncing in gleeful desperation as they took advantage of this almost unbelievable opportunity.

One male, the thirteenth of the mistress' guests, was already upon the bed with her. Looking nervously around at the other twelve men, and occasionally glancing with bashful, almost fearful whimpers towards Gareth's bound and gagged form, the mouse seemed like he didn't know what to do with the giggling, naked lady before him. Gareth wailed in rage and fury through his gag, roaring at the mouse to fuck her already. To stop wasting his time, to do what a man like him would probably never have the chance to do again, and fuck that gorgeous creature offering herself up to him.

"Don't be nervous, sweetie. Is this... am I going to be your first?"

Gareth snarled and thrashed in his bonds as he watched his mistress treating that shrimp of a man with such care, such tenderness even as she entirely ignored him and his needs. All he wanted to do was serve her. All he wanted to do was use his body, his huge cock to pleasure her. To make her cum all night long. They'd been apart for two weeks, and for every last day of those two weeks Gareth had been the loyal, obedient pet his mistress expected him to be. He hadn't touched himself. He hadn't cum. He hadn't done anything to stimulate or relieve himself for two whole weeks, all so he could save himself for today. For tonight. For now. But instead of letting him satisfy her after two weeks without the lion's cock or tongue or fingers to touch and stimulate her, his mistress had locked him up in chains and a muzzle. His mistress had invited these lesser men into their home. Into her bedroom. And now she was giving lessons to virgins when Gareth could smell in the air her desire, her restrained but still obvious need to be not just fucked, but pounded senseless by her beloved pet.

There was nothing Gareth could do though. Nothing but stand and rattle his chains and watch helplessly as the gecko giggled and whispered to the mouse, rolling him over onto his back, sliding into position over him, then settling down inch by inch onto his small but rock hard cock. She rubbed his soft furred belly. She rocked herself back and forth, moaning softly in mild but genuine pleasure. She nodded as he whimpered, as he told her that he couldn't hold back.

"It's okay, baby. Cum in me. Let me be the first. The first of so many lucky women who'll know you this way."

The mouse gave a shrill squeak as his back arched, and mistress moaned happily as his trembling pink fingers reached up to instinctively grab at her plump sides, humping up forcefully as he could against her while his balls emptied into a clutching pussy for the very first time. It was over all too soon though, and as the mouse received a deep, lingering kiss for his troubles before sliding bashfully, giddily aside to give way to the next man, Gareth huffed, snarled and watched his own huge cock dribble yet more pre-cum as he wordlessly wondered why the hell it wasn't him who had been there, emptying his balls into mistress' depths.

Wide eyed, shaking with a mixture of lust, fury and humiliation, Gareth couldn't look away as his mistress allowed herself to be used and teased and pleasured by so many more other men. A skunk humped at her face as she lay upon her back, a lop eared rabbit eating her out at the same time and helplessly, bashfully cumming over the bedsheets by his own hand before he could even make the gecko herself cum. A fox sprang upon her and began to more urgently, confidently fuck her even as she gulped down every drop of the skunk's load, and Gareth roared through his gag in a desperate frenzy as he listened to his mistress cumming under the vulpine male's efforts, freshly appalled by the idea that she might not only be choosing others over him, but that she might actually be enjoying it in spite of, maybe even because of his notable absence.

The bed itself grew more and more crowded as the men watching and partaking grew more confident, some even coming back for seconds when they had recovered suitably from their first set of orgasms. Gareth watched his mistress cum a second time, listening in anguish to her shrieks of ecstasy as she was fucked by a sleek weasel while two more men knelt beside her, one hand upon each of their cocks and guiding their loads over her breasts and face as she made them cum mere seconds apart from one another. He watched the mouse return for his second ever attempt at sex with a woman, and the lion's pre-cum flowed thicker and more potently than ever as once again his mistress guided the mouse in his technique, not in fucking her but in using his fingers. He had to listen, to watch as the plump lizard coaxed the mouse into fingering her with three quaking digits, and gurgled in uncontrolled lust when barely five minutes later he watched his mistress lift her hips off the bed, let loose a hissing shriek of pure rapture, and squirt violently as the now well practised mouse used his fingers to hammer at her g-spot.

All evening this went on, sometimes as many as five or six men at once gathered around his mistress, almost denying him any view of her at all beyond the curling toes of one foot or a tail that thrashed and thumped against the bedding while she shrieked in orgasm yet again. He watched those shameless twinks double team her, one cock in her pussy, one in her ass, all while a third humped her mouth and two more jerked off at her face. He watched her use her feet to jerk a gasping otter off while she feverishly fingered herself, and he watched the mouse come back again and again for more lessons, begging the mistress to let him make her squirt again and succeeding the vast majority of those times.

To his horror, Gareth began to see a look of fatigue and satisfaction spreading little by little over his mistress' features, though still she begged for more, still she asked the remaining five men yet to tire themselves entirely to continue pleasuring her. He tugged at his chains and bit down upon his gag in an absolute rage as the mouse engaged in a long, luxurious make-out session with his mistress while two of the others took turns licking her pussy and suckling upon her swollen, super-sensitive clit. She came over and over again, getting more and more fatigued by each orgasm, drawing ever closer to a point that Gareth hadn't even dared to consider earlier in the evening; a point where she would be too tired to go on, too tired to make use of his desperate need for release if and when she actually did set him free.

Soon there were only three men left, and after the otter barked and came deep into the mistress' pussy one last time, collapsing near-unconscious upon the lizard's flat chest immediately after doing so, there were only two.

The mouse and the fox spit-roasted Gareth's mistress, boldly, shamelessly holding her down as they humped at her slowly from both sides, driving her crazy while pacing what remained of their stamina. The lion shuddered and groaned as he watched the mouse rub his mistress' clit methodically with his thumb as he rocked in and out of her, closing his eyes and squeaking in pure rapture as she began to cum around him, his own lithe figure shuddering, seeming to almost collapse forward each and every time as he too let loose inside her with whatever his body had left after so many orgasms. Even when he was spent though the now masterful mouse didn't consider for even a moment resting upon his laurels, immediately pressing his whiskered face between the mistress' legs and slurping, licking until with her legs wrapped around his head and her arms clutching at the ass of the fox humping her muzzle, she drained the vulpine's balls of the last of his seed and writhed, shook, convulsed in one final orgasm of her own.

Only then, more than six hours after she'd strung Gareth up and invited her guests into their playroom, did the mistress raise her gaze purposefully and solely towards the trembling, drooling, utterly lust-crazed lion.

Only then did she wearily rise to her feet, slide her way off the bed around the remaining, panting, half-sleeping forms of her various visitors, and pad over to stand before her much taller, buff, and of course hugely well endowed pet.

She looked exhausted. The scales on her face, her chest, her arms and her feet, her thighs, her ass... basically everywhere, were covered in cum from too many sources to identify. The insides of her legs were a river even now with cum and her own juices continuing to dribble down them from her well worked pussy, and her tail lay limp against the ground, too weary to even lift itself and assist in balancing her somewhat unsteady looking form.

For almost a minute the lion's mistress just stood and watched him as he struggled and grunted and mewled through his gag, begging her to let him loose. Then, at last, she stepped forward, rose up on the very tips of her toes, and reached up to set loose his muzzle from the huge, red rubber ball holding it open.

"A-ahh... mistress... thank you. Thank you, mistress..."

Huffing and groaning as he closed his jaw and moved it around a little, hearing it click a few times as it unlocked from the position where its muscles had been frozen for so many hours, Gareth stopped struggling in anticipation of his wrists being set free too. Sure enough the gecko did reach up and begin to tease open the locks that held the chained manacles binding his wrists shut, but she paused before the lion was set loose as in her motion the scales of her belly grazed the tip of Gareth's straining, dripping cock and a deep, desperately needy growl escaped the lion.

"You really need this now, don't you, my pet? You really need to fuck me..."

She murmured, shivering for a moment as though holding something back, but ultimately failing and opening her snout wide in a loud, lingering yawn.

Gareth opened his muzzle to tell her that yes, god yes he needed to fuck her. But as he did so, he saw the fatigue in her eyes. The genuine tiredness, struggling to even stay awake by how utterly exhausted her face looked before she forced a smile back onto it in the wake of that yawn.

He took a deep breath. He closed his eyes, promising himself that it would be worth it. That seeing his lover, his mistress happy was what mattered above all else. Then he opened them again, smiled, and nodded.

"Yes, mistress. But... please, if you need to rest first? I can wait. I... I've waited two weeks. I've waited all night. Another sleep, especially one where I can hold you in my arms at last... I can handle that."

The gecko's eyes widened, and another tremor ran through her curvaceous scaled form, this one seemingly a quiver of joy rather than fatigue. She beamed, still weary but her eyes betraying the genuine quality of her delight, and set his hands loose. She moaned happily as he stumbled forward, no longer held up by the arms, and immediately wrapped his arms around her not in a savage grasp to throw her down and fuck her senseless, but in a warm, intimate hug.

"Can I carry you to bed, mistress?"

The lion growled tenderly, purring as he felt his mistress shake her head while pressing her face into the warm, lush, masculine scented fur of his chest.

"No. I... I can walk."

And walk she did. Hand in hand with the huge, buff lion, the gecko led him out of the playroom leaving the slumbering twinks behind, all but forgotten, and into her bedroom. Their bedroom. She only let his hand go when they were at the edge of the bed, and the gecko giggled, squealed happily as while she lazily tried to drag herself up and into their large, cosy bed Gareth grasped her by the hips and lifted her up with ease. The lion scrambled up alongside her just moments later, and readied the covers for her to slide beneath with a look of the utmost care and affection.

Soon they were both beneath those sheets, the gecko lying comfortably on one side and murmuring happily as Gareth cuddled up against her from behind, draping one powerful arm over her plump torso and kissing the back of her neck. The lion's mistress sighed happily, but giggled just a few moments later, squirming as she felt something. As she felt the undeniable warmth, the unmistakable firmness of her pet's cock resting, twitching against her buttocks.

"Sorry, mistress."

Gareth murmured bashfully, shuddering and glancing down in shame as he realised that even meaning well his arousal was still disturbing his mistress' slumber. Sure enough she turned around where she lay, bringing herself nose to nose with him upon the pillows while her feet stroked up and down the length of his legs before her own lower limbs wrapped themselves around his waist.

"It's okay, my pet. Oh, gosh... you're so hard, though. And yet, you really would let me just fall asleep here, wouldn't you? Without giving you any relief even after all those hours of waiting, of needing it so badly."

The lion trembled within his mistress' embrace, feeling her hands rising up to caress his chest, feeling her tail snaking down between his legs, its tip tickling at his swollen balls in a way that had to be accidentally, or impossibly, horrifyingly cruel. Still, he took another deep breath, forced his desires to the back of his mind once again, and nodded.

"Of course, mistress. If that's what you need, I... I'll wait as long as it takes."

She beamed at him. She nuzzled against the lion, and pecked him upon the lips. Then, just as Gareth was expecting his mistress to pull away and settle in for her much needed slumber once more, he instead felt her body shuffle and squirm. He felt the gecko sliding down his body a little way until her face was resting against his upper chest, and growled uncontrollably as all of a sudden he felt the wet heat and the unmistakable sensation of her pussy's outer lips pressing against the uppermost inches of the shaft of his cock. His eyes bulged, but the lizard before him just smiled and whispered softly into the lush fur of his torso.

"Fuck me, Gareth."

He growled yet again, but fought back the urge to simply obey without question, though normally that would be exactly what he would be compelled to do in response to anything his mistress asked of him.

"B-but... mistress, you're so tired. I..."

A hand rose up, and a single finger pressing itself to his muzzle silenced Gareth in an instant.

"Shhh, pet. No more of that. No more trying to protect me. And... no more mistress. Not tonight. Not right now."

Gareth looked down, and saw the gecko beaming back up at him. Her eyes were wide open now, tired yes, but also emotive, sincere and joyful as they regarded his stunned expression.

"I am tired, Gareth. But... I love you. I love you so much. And right now, that matters more to me than a few extra minutes of sleep. I love you, and I want to be able to show that. I want us to be able to share that. I don't want to tease and torment my pet. I want my lover... I want my husband to fall asleep with me, happy and content. I want him... I want you, Gareth, to fuck me."

Before the lion could say or do anything, he felt the gecko shift against him. He felt her pussy wrapping around the tip of his cock, and he groaned, he gasped, he felt all the air rushing from his lungs in a deep, ragged huff of pure ecstasy as he felt her pussy swallowing up his huge, rock hard, needy cock inch by inch by throbbing, drooling inch.

"Oh god, Carolyn..."

He moaned to his wife, rolling over, pinning her beneath him and snarling helplessly as in a single motion he drove his cock the rest of the way into her, right to the hilt in a single swift motion. She screamed in pleasure, wrapping legs and arms tighter still around the lion's body, and moaned happily as they lay together like that for a short while; connected, entwined, fully consumed by one another.

"Carolyn. I... I love you so much."

Gareth growled to his wife as his cock throbbed, strained, dribbled pre-cum deep into her well worked pussy, still tight around him thanks to the relative lack of size possessed by all her earlier lovers. She beamed. She craned her neck up to kiss her husband on the muzzle, and then she sank back to the bedding with a moan of longing and a giddy, eager giggle.

"I know. Now, stop talking. Stop holding back. And please, Gareth, don't make me wait any longer. Please... make me forget about these last two weeks without you, a-and fuck me."

By Jeeves

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