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Duncan didn't know why he had to travel clear across the whole city just for a simple errand. Not the bread from that store, just down the street. The other one. They were better. It took a good chunk out of his afternoon, though it wasn't like he had anything better to do. A lazy summer at home with mom between college semesters wasn't exactly the most exciting time of year, but at least he didn't have to study.

The lion wiped at his brow as he stepped in and set his bags down in the kitchen. Those were the kind of days his short, tufty mane of light fur was a blessing. It never did quite come in right. He had an overall slender build and a pretty feline face that sometimes got him teased a little, especially by other lions. Maybe he just needed another year to fill out. Or another after that. He was one of those late, late, late bloomers.

"I got the thing!" he called out, and waited. No answer. "Mom? Anything else you need?"

Maybe she was busy. She'd been spending a lot of time on the phone lately, he'd noticed. Both texting and blabbing away with her prospective suitors. He tried not to judge. Now and then he made eyes at one of the guys she brought over though. She did have pretty good taste in older men - though it was probably weird for him to be attracted to someone who might have ended up his stepdad. They never did seem to stick around for long though. His feisty lioness of a mom was a lot to handle.

He was about to head upstairs to bother his sister for a while, but something stopped him in his tracks. One breath was all it took. He knew the scent of sex when he huffed it, and it was more potent than anything he'd ever breathed. Seemed like his mom had a guest, just a few doors down the hall, and they were sweaty, musky, and altogether masculine in the way that made the girly lion feel even warmer than he already was. Yet for all the heat, a chill ran down his spine when he heard the pleasured cry of the lioness.

"Ohhh, Roland!"

That was unusual for her. She tended to be all snarls and the occasional yowl when she was really going at it. Not that he tended to listen in, or anything. She wasn't even trying to keep it quiet, either. It was as if she wanted to be overheard, like she was seducing him to come and watch them. Surely she knew by then that he liked to occasionally peep at her when she had company. Even if she didn't, he absolutely had to know who was capable of producing such a wet, heavy plapping that he could hear it from three rooms over.

Duncan moved very quietly. Every creeping step he took put even more of that scent in his nostrils. He felt a little lightheaded. After a while, he had to lick his chops. His mom had picked out a good one. When he got to the door, he was almost too nervous to attempt to open it without making a noise. Thankfully, it was already open a crack. He pressed his face to it and peered inside.

The lioness was barely even visible beneath all the bulk of that big, shiny bull. Perspiration poured down the thick hide of that broad, powerful beast. Having four legs didn't seem to slow him down any. He was mounted up over the bed, front hooves down on either side of the older lioness' head while he moved those heavy haunches in swinging, thudding, slamming thrusts that smacked his big fat nuts against the pinned cat's thighs and pussy alike with every single lunge.

It was hard to say which was louder. There were the snorting grunts of the bull reaching his peak, puffing like a piston while he pounded that big cat into a mewling, whimpering mess. The sound of all those juices cascading out of her, pouring down the edge of the bed as she overflowed with lust, absolutely gushing before the bull even made her cum. She managed one more cry before she went into a back-arching orgasm, shaking with pleasure beneath the great big bovine stud.

"Roland!" she cried, in case Duncan didn't catch it the first time.

Roland didn't bother to respond with her own name. Instead, he just gave one more hard, lunging SLAM and bottomed out inside that kitty cunt, driving his dick to the very root so it visibly bulged in Anita's belly. Duncan leaned a little closer to watch those fat nuts jumping and flexing with the pressure of the bull's massive cumshot. He could hear the satisfying splurch of bull cum stuffing that mama lion full, could see it jetting out from around the bull's dick, pouring down the bed, soaking the sheets, marking the room and cat alike in thick, raunchy musk.

The bull came right inside her until his balls finally stopped clenching. Anita's legs slumped down, hanging over the edge of the bed like she'd had the life fucked out of her. Only when Roland started sloppily pulling out of her did she move again. A yelp, a gasp, and then an extended moan escaped her while he pulled from her creampied sex with another lurching slurch, sending a flurry of spunk splashing over everything in their vicinity.

He hopped down from the bed with an impressive clomp to the floor and had a look over his handiwork. Duncan looked too. Both at that sex-slathered cock dripping excess cum and what it had done to the busty cat who was his mother. Not only was the lioness absolutely stuffed with bull jizz, she was slathered and soaked, steaming in the mess he'd made of her. Her pussy was still stretched, audibly dripping while she faintly rumbled in the aftermath, gasping, panting, drooling. She was staring at the ceiling more than anything, seemingly unaware of anything that was going on. It was enough to make Duncan open the door just a little more, poking his muzzle in for a better look - and sniff.

Despite the devastation he'd sown, Roland was barely even out of breath. Just how long had they been rutting like that to make the whole room smell like sex? Duncan licked his lips. He was embarrassed at how close he came to drooling on himself. The effect the bull was having on him was plenty obvious, tenting his shorts to the point he couldn't possibly hide it with a little readjustment. He wasn't the biggest lion around, but that was still a dead giveaway. When Roland spoke, it was in a subdued but suitably gruff voice.

"Just tell me when you're ready for more, Anita. Looks like we've got a visitor for now though. That your boy?"

That was enough to rouse the lioness from the climax-induced stupor. She blinked a few times and looked up, making perfect eye contact with Duncan. He didn't even try to hide. He knew when he was caught. To his surprise, she actually gave him a sly smile before anything else, slowly sitting up with her belly lightly sloshing as she moved. Then she beckoned to him, never breaking eye contact.

"Come in, Duncan."

When that didn't immediately draw him in, the bull just gave him a commanding snort. It was enough to make the slender lion jump an inch right off the floor from the way he jolted when he heard it. Roland was insistent.

"Well? You heard your mom. Get in here."

It really seemed like Duncan had no choice. Or at least that was what he told himself. Stepping in, he found himself confronted by a bull who was taller than him even on all fours. He swore he could hear the whole house moving with every thunderous fall of those hooves. Maybe the whole world was shaking with his presence. Or maybe that was just him.

Roland just gave him a nod. That was enough to direct the the lion's gaze downwards, to where that great big bull cock was still glistening with the juices of fucking his mom. In case that wasn't a good enough indication of what to do, he maneuvered himself down onto his haunches, taking a seat so he could offer a full view of his fat nuts along with everything else. Then he just waited, offering the girly lion a bluntly flirty expression, as if to command him through a look alone.

"Seems like you liked what you saw. You ever hear her moan quite like that?" the bull teased, flustering the lion even more. "Made a mess, too. That pussy's wet. You gonna clean me up? I think you want to."

For all the musk wafting around the room, Duncan swore he could already taste the bull's dick. He tried to lick his lips as subtly as possible. If it was just the two of them, he probably would have been down on his knees servicing that big manly beast in seconds, but he couldn't help but consider his audience. His eyes strayed to the naked lioness on the bed, all covered in bull spunk. He tried not to stare for too long.

"Is that ... okay?" he hesitantly asked, as much just to himself as to his mom.

Roland just chuckled. "What's wrong? I ain't your new dad yet."

"Honey, I know you're a total slut, just have some fun already. We don't have all day," Anita coaxed him with a click of her tongue. She certainly didn't judge him for it.

With all the permission he could ever ask for, he started to lower himself to his knees. Roland wasn't patient enough for a slow drop. He bumped his chin down on Duncan's shoulder, all but forcing that cute cat down into servicing range. Part of him just wanted to linger there all day, huffing it all in, loading himself up with the masculine pheromones wafting off the stud of a bull. Of course, Roland deserved more than that. Anyone capable of leaving that lioness looking so docile was worthy of worship.

The first few licks were hesitant, self-conscious. Duncan couldn't help but glance over to his mother while he dragged his tongue along the sex-slathered cock of the bull who'd just fucked her into rumbling silence. That smile looked like approval. It was important to him. From there, he let that taste take him over, driving him to slurp more and more generously. Long drags of his tongue from the tip of that wet cock down to the very base resulted in him getting his throat bulged with the massive girth pushing down towards his belly.

He didn't even choke. His cheeks went even hotter, knowing that the bull and his mom alike were witnesses just how good it was at that whole thing. That didn't make him any less eager. He knew they weren't judging. Getting the bull to start breathing more heavily, to put out those pumping puffs and snorts was enough to make the lion even stiffer, to make him throb while he bobbed up and down that glossy, coated shaft. Then he pursed his lips around the base of it, just holding it there on his tongue, licking it up and down with great, firm drags of his extra-stimulating tongue.

God, it tasted so fucking good. It was so big, it throbbed just right between his lips. Just sucking on it, just feeling it sliding back and forth along his tongue, between his lips, it got him so hard that he could hardly bear it. If he just went a little faster, enjoying that musky flavour, those hot spurts straight to the back of his throat, maybe he could go all the way. He didn't need to touch himself. All he needed was that bull cock in his mouth, getting covered in his saliva, and the satisfied snorts from the big bovine above. It was so good, so fucking good ...

"Oh, damn. Been a while since I saw someone cum just from sucking my cock."

Duncan couldn't hold it back any longer. A desperate shuffle got his pants loosened and then pulled right down so he didn't cum in them. His cock sprang up once finally freed, twitching, trembling. He let his whimpering cry get all muffled by the schlurp of his lips wrapped snugly around that fat bull cock and he blew his load hard enough to leave him twitching, squirming, jerking his hips with the force of erupting all over himself. Long ropes of hot lion spunk painted him from his belly all the way up to his chest, soaking his shirt until it stuck to him just from the excitement of blowing the bull alone.

"Keep sucking, slut. You're gonna get a big reward."

Sitting like that didn't allow Roland the most range of motion, but he could still thrust his hips a little. That was enough to push his dick right down Duncan's throat while the lion finished cumming all over himself. He was about to become even more of a mess. Roland snorted, bucked a few times, and then buried himself in that open gullet, nuts churning and tensing where they tested on the lion's chin. A satisfied bellow drowned out the muffled whimpers from the cat sucking him off. Duncan wasn't sure he could handle a load that big, but Roland really didn't seem to care.

Thick bovine jizz hit the back of the lion's throat all at once, leaving him desperately glurking it down. He overflowed in seconds. His belly simply didn't have that kind of capacity. It welled up in his throat until it was spurting from around his lips, and even from his nose. His senses got drenched in pure bull spunk, whiting him out until he was a dazed, broken, purring little kitty with his eyes crossed in the ecstasy of sucking off the great big stud. It poured down his chin, it soaked his chest, his belly, even his own cock, completely wiping out his own scent to leave him stained with concentrated bull.

Only when he found himself near to drowning did he pull off. Roland didn't force him to stay there past his limits. Though he wasn't nearly done cumming. Duncan knelt there, clasping his hands together as if before an altar while he got jizzed on hard enough to knock him slightly off balance. Or maybe that was just his own musk-drunkenness taking over. Either way, he wavered as he got plastered in hot ropes of cream freshly milked from those plump, low-hanging bull nuts. Eventually, he just toppled over backwards while those last jets cascaded across his still-firm cock, panting, drooling, sometimes coughing as he cleared his throat of all the thick spunk clogging it.

Overwhelmed but without regrets, he stared up at the blurred image of the bull looming over him. Roland eventually got back to all fours, though he didn't relent. He let his cock drop down to his nuts with a plap, sending a spatter of cum into the air. A few more steamy puffs through his nostrils and he caught his breath. The same couldn't be said for Duncan. He was still hacking up some of the excess cum that didn't fit inside of him, groaning, yet still rumbling. A flick of his tail showed he was still conscious.

"That's a good boy," Roland told him, giving him a little pang of something in his chest. "I bet you'd let me do just about anything to you, wouldn't you?"

Dipping his head down, the bull took a sample of his own mess by drawing his wide tongue up between the cute lion's thighs, slurping from his balls to his belly, then under his top to lift it up and almost off while he made his way over the lion's chest and face. Duncan tugged it free once at last, kicking his shorts away in the process too. They were going to need a good wash if they were ever going to get that bull musk out of them. Just the drool alone was enough to leave a noticeable streak of wetness on Duncan's fur even with all the cum already clinging to him. Another lick to the lion's face smeared up that tufty mane. The bull's breath was hot on his soaked fur.

"Maybe that even includes going all the way. The last bull ride." When that wasn't clear enough, he leaned in and spoke in his deepest, most seductive voice. "I wanna eat you."

That little electric jolt that passed through Duncan's body like he'd been tazed when he heard those words was a dead giveaway. Everyone in the room knew exactly how he felt about getting swallowed whole by the massive bovine. His cock started pumping as rapidly as his heart, throbbing hard enough to spurt some precum all the way to his chest. He was writhing with that thought running through his head. The bull just gave a little snort of amusement.

"Yeah, you liked that thought. You ready?"

The bluntness didn't even put Duncan off. It wasn't a matter of just teasing about something that might happen in the future. The bull was offering right there, right then. It was a yes or no question. Though he wasn't sure if his answer mattered. The lion had already given his answer anyway by how he reacted to that permanent proposal. A slow nod was the boldest thing he'd done all day. There was no denying how hot he found the whole idea.

" ... yeah. I think so."

Roland didn't speak another word. He opened up to reveal a cavern of a slobbery maw, framed by flat, blunt teeth, and then he descended. Duncan didn't get so much as a word out before he was engulfed in slippery bull mouth, bathed in all the saliva he helped produce. Roland apparently liked how he tasted too. A nibble of those strong teeth down his neck had the hungry bovine reach his shoulders. What might have seemed like an insurmountable obstacle to someone smaller just took a little bit of squeezing. Duncan was slender there anyway.

"Ohhh, yes, that's good ... teach him where he belongs," came the moan of the lioness on the bed.

The older cat pushed a finger inside herself while she watched the sight from behind the bull's sweaty form. She didn't have the best angle to watch Duncan getting gulped down, but the act turned her on just as much. She loudly schlicked and moaned her way through watching her only son getting eaten. Roland lightly chewed on his prey, not to hurt or even tenderize the tasty lion, but simply to keep him pointed straight down the slimy gullet undulating before his face. Duncan wanted to say something, but he was far too busy getting smothered by the peristalsis clutching at his pretty features.

Every gulp was a grim reminder that he was really doing it, the bull was really eating him. Duncan was committed at that point. There was no escaping, even if he changed his mind about digesting in the stomach of a great big bovine. Somehow, the reality of the situation didn't dissuade him. Maybe it was the thick tongue swiping all along his chest and then his belly, working down towards the spot between his thighs while Roland casually swallowed him whole. That thorough tasting felt so good, and made the lion feel ever so desired on top of the pleasure alone.

When Roland curled that tongue up under the tasty kitty's balls, teasing his taint with every slurp, Duncan couldn't suppress his moaning. He squirmed, he writhed, he kicked like mad with his tufted tail swinging around as he wriggled in delight just to get some attention there. With how hard he was from getting swallowed, it didn't take him long to blow. Just a few passes of that blunt, sloppy bull tongue from the base of his balls all the way up to the leaking tip of his cock, and he gave a muffled little rowl in that hugging gullet.

With his prey so thoroughly satisfied, slumping down with legs dangling from his jaws, Roland was free to finish off his lion meal in some lunging, head-tossing gulps. With every echoing glurk, a little more of the big girly cat vanished into the bulge in the bull's throat. A suckling, slurping glp was enough to sweep in that cushy ass and work down Duncan's thighs. Then another longer one brought his paws closer to the bull's lips. Glllp. A little closer. Gllp. Those paws were framed between the bovine's blunt teeth. Gllllllp. Then he was gone.

Roland tilted his great horned head towards the ceiling while he finished off his meal and closed his eyes to savour the last swallow. It was a long one, dragging that lion all the way down past the bull's broad chest and finally dropping him firmly into a hefty, swelling stomach that sagged with the weight of the cat inside it. Though it wasn't_that_ obvious. Roland just looked fatter than usual, with an indistinct chubby gut full of cat. Nobody looking at him would have known he just ate a whole person. Unless they noticed the faint wriggles of the prey swaying back and forth beneath the bulky bull. Those would fade soon enough.

To announce his successful meal, Roland raised his head, straightened his back, and let out a proud, wet belch that rumbled up from deep within that lion-digesting chamber. He got one more good taste of the cat he ate, and probably deprived him of some precious, dwindling air in the process. After that, what happened to Duncan was no longer Roland's concern. The cat was his food. With a pleased grunt, he turned himself around to look over the lioness once more.

"All gone. I liked that one. Got any more?"

Anita was in the midst of a nigh-orgasmic whine, frantically fingering her drenched cunt to what she'd just witnessed. Though despite her intense edging, she still composed herself well enough to answer, still pleasuring herself the whole time.

"Mmmm ... rrrrgh ..." came her snorting snarl of lust at first. "Got another. Upstairs. You'll like her."

"Good. I'll be back," came the bull's simple response. He turned tail towards her, only to glance back. "Unless you wanna come watch."

"Oh, I most certainly do," Anita moaned, hopping up, still fully naked, juices pouring down her glistening thighs.

Roland's gut swayed and sloshed as he walked. Sometimes there was a prominent gurgle. The lioness paced behind the hefty bull, rumbling all the way. The staircase gave Roland slight pause, but only because it was narrow. He had to tip his head to the side just to fit his horns up there. Clomping along, he shook the house with his massive presence, moving loudly enough to alert the neighbourhood, but Sandra didn't notice a thing.

The lioness was busy. She was sprawled out on her bed, wearing a pair of long black stockings and a short skirt to match. Underneath that, she had nothing on, which gave her convenient access to the petals of her glazed pussy. She was idly playing with herself while she watched something spicy on her phone, earbuds firmly in place. Not even the rattling of the pictures on her old bedroom walls could distract her.

"Should I knock?" Roland asked with a chuckle.

"Oh, just go ahead. You'll know how to handle her."

He wasn't exactly fit to open a door with his hooves, and he didn't feel like putting his mouth to work, so he used his horns. All it took was one lunging slam of his head into the wooden door and it folded like a piece of paper, crunching in the middle and crumbling to the floor, kicking up dust and splinters while the lioness shrieked and scrambled about in response.

"Wha- hey! What the fuck!" Sandra sputtered, frantically lowering her skirt back down and tossing her phone away for lack of a better startled response.

"Hey," Roland said, pacing in despite the lion's protests. "You must be the daughter."

"Who the fuck - mom??" she exclaimed as she spotted the older lioness behind the bull. "I'm ... I'm busy!

"Make some time," Anita calmly instructed.

"I'm not going to just ... hey!"

That was as far as Sandra got before the bull bumped his chest into her, knocking her onto the bed once more. Her response was one of simultaneous acceptance and annoyance alike. She reached up and slapped at him, even used some claw for how annoyed she was by the intrusion, but those scratches just glanced off of Roland's thick hide. She didn't dissuade him. Even as she apparently fought him, she also spread her legs wide around the bulk of his gut, making sure he had a clear angle at her drenched pussy. Her body knew what to do, even if she had a naturally fighty feline reaction to his intrusion.

He was swiftly up on her bed with his hooves firmly planted, sagging the mattress all the way to the floor beneath his weight while he pinned the cat beneath his bulk, smothering her in his sweat, his musk - and of course, letting that rounded bulge squish against her while he mounted her from the front.

"Oh you big dumb brute ..." came Sandra's breathless complaint, half crushed by all that weight. "God, I hate how wet this is making me."

"I'm not gonna do anything you don't want," Roland teased.

He didn't bother with her clothes. That skirt gave him easy access to what he wanted. Sandra couldn't see Anita leaning in the doorway, toying with herself once more while the bull had his way with the squirming, younger lioness. He was still ready to go after all the humping and cumming he'd already done. Eating someone had worked up his other appetites. Mere seconds after meeting him for the first time, Sandra already had the bull's thick cock pushing up against her soft, wet folds. The arousal she already felt before meeting him was only growing more intense the longer she swam in his sweaty musk.

For as horny as she was, and more aroused as she was getting in his presence, she still made plenty of distressed cat noise when he penetrated her. She could really yowl. Yet for all her complaints, it didn't take long for her protests to turn into soft, suppressed moans. She couldn't keep them silent forever, especially not once Roland started fucking. He wasn't subtle about it, nor even particularly precise, but that application of strength and brute force was enough to make Sandra cry out for her unexpected partner.

From the first few deep, firm strokes, Roland quickly worked himself up to ramming speed, driving hard into that needy lion pussy with a hefty PLAP of his fat nuts. They could really swing, smacking her on the ass hard every time he bottomed out within her. The sweat was flying off his sack while he spanked her with it, filling her to bulging with a stiff bull cock while she clutched herself and groaned through her teeth.

"Ugggh, god, your dick's so fucking fat," she fussed, sounding more annoyed than anything.

Her grumbling persisted, but so too did her shrieks and moans of delight while she got thunderously rutted by the big bull. She eventually worked her arms and legs around his bulky frame, which meant his sagging belly pressed up against her while he rammed her senseless. The weight of that swollen barrel didn't escape her notice.

"What's with your ... nnnnn ... gut? What the hell did you eat?"

The bull was too busy puffing and snorting his pleasure while he pumped and plapped that wet lion cunt, so Anita spoke for him. The older lioness' tone was a deep, sultry one, befitting how much pleasure she was in with three fingers shoved deep inside herself.

"Oh, don't you recognize him?" she began, huffing as she spoke. "Roland here decided to have a little snack. Which happened to be Duncan."

Sandra didn't appear especially shaken by that news. Maybe it had to do with how hard she was getting fucked. She just rolled her eyes.

"Damn. I bet he just let you too, didn't he? Such a pushover."

"Yup," Roland said, and that was it.

"I'm not as easy to coax," Sandra grunted, clenching down on that cock, fighting off the urge to squirt for the bull right that very moment.

"We'll see," the bull spoke again.

From then, it was nothing more than the primal sounds of mating while he gave some muscular slams into that soft cat. Jiggling her curves while he pounded her deep into the bed, he worked her into a noisier and noisier state while she fought to keep a hold of herself. Yet for all her indignance and shock at his blunt approach, she was soon caught up in his brutal rhythm, getting devastated yet loving every single second of it. The way she was pumping around all that bull meat, she wasn't going to last much longer.

For as much as she was enjoying the sight, Anita kept herself on the edge, idly pleasuring herself to the sight of her daughter getting absolutely destroyed by her new boyfriend while he digested her son. She was being a bad mom, probably. Roland wasn't judging, and that was all that mattered to her. He was far too busy puffing his way towards something truly messy, squeezing the juices out of that lioness all wrapped around his dick and buried beneath his bulk while she clenched up tight around him as if to milk him dry.

Rrrrrnnngh came that bull's bellow, almost like a growl of his own when he bottomed out inside Sandra, slamming that gothy cat down hard as if to break her in two. She could take it, though not without making plenty of noise of her own. It wasn't exactly a roar that mewled forth from her drooling lips while she got fucked full of bull jizz. Those nuts twitched and swelled, pumping against her pussy while she simply erupted in a torrent of fem-juices, squirting out beneath Roland while he rutted her and dumped his great fat load inside her.

The squelch of all that spunk stuffing her womb full to the brim in half a second drowned out much of the rowling coming from the big cat's throat. She dug her nails into the bull's hide but didn't distract him from emptying his nuts within her until she overflowed, spurting and splashing out the excess all over her thighs, her skirt, and her bed. Even the walls weren't immune to getting

"Uggggh, god, fuck, he came all over me ..." came Sandra's breathless voice after the catastrophic cumshot died down. She sounded as annoyed as she did awed by that output. "How am I supposed to get this out of my fur? Not to mention my bed ..."

"Don't worry about it," Roland told her, pulling back but not fully out of her.

That was all the explanation - and warning - that she got. He moved quickly to secure his second meal. Something about the first just made him hungrier. Besides, this one seemed like more of a challenge. With his jaws spread wide open, he descended upon Sandra's dazed, orgasmic face. She was still fully dressed in that somewhat revealing outfit, but that didn't stop him. His gut would deal with that just fine. Omphing over her features, he quickly shoved her face directly towards the back of his throat, taking his first heavy gulp to squeeze her muzzle shut. She was too stunned to complain anyway.

"Ohhhh, yes!" came Anita's cry from the doorway. She couldn't last any longer.

Ideally, she would have synced up and climaxed to the bull's final gulp, but just seeing him clamp onto his prey like that was what finally pushed her over. She squirts herself down to her knees, then slumped to a sitting while she mrawled and moaned, soaking herself until she was shining beneath the lights. Not just one, but both of her offspring were going down. Roland helped himself to whatever he wanted in the home of the lions, including the two siblings.

He nibbled Sandra's neck and then gave a big chomp down over her shoulders, stretching his jaws to fit the slender yet busty cat into his throat. The lioness managed her first muffled cry sometime around when the bull was busy licking his way along her tits, then squeezing them into his bulging gullet. She didn't even remember she could struggle, whether or not she wanted to.

The sheer power of his hungry swallows squeezed some of the air out of her chest while he clamped down on her bust. He wetly gulped around her while she gasped and sometimes whimpered, finding herself growing weaker by the moment. It gave the impression of simply accepting what was happening to her, but it was merely an absence of other options. Anita slowly slumped down against the wall as she watched, panting hotly, practically puddled in her own juices. She had no more comment to make while Roland finished his meal.

From leisurely but powerfully swallowing the lioness in his jaws to rapidly packing her away, Roland demonstrated his predatory prowess with the sudden sloppy escalation. Sandra mmmfed with surprise as she was whipped back by the toss of the bull's head hard enough to send a little pop down her spine.

From there, she had little more than vague squirms to give while the bovine slurked her down, sucking smoothly over her still-clothed body until he got down to her waist. A little tease of her creamed pussy had her wriggle all the harder, kicking her legs out into the air, but he didn't bother to finish her off. The slide of her sex along the crest of his tongue and into the embrace of his gullet did that for him.

Even with all the wet swallowing and the occasional gurgle of his previous prey, the bull couldn't fully drown out the sound of the cat's cries as she dipped into his body, cumming one last time. She gave him some extra juicy flavour to slurp up by the time he got down to her paws, cleaning up the fluids squishing between her toes.

Then a curl of his tongue beneath her paw pads, and he tucked her way, disappearing her down that open gullet in one last sagging, bulging glllllp. The semblance of her curves descended until all was little more than an indistinct shape swelling his gut, packing right in there along with her brother.

Of course, such a triumph deserved a fittingly massive belch. The bull braced himself, adjusting the position of his hooves with a few taps to the floor, arched his back, and put out that mighty sound like a roar of his own.

BRALLLP!

He was going to fit right in as a lion's lover. Anita was all over him in an instant, dragging herself up from where she sat dazed and rumbling. She had to feel that gut, had to stroke and grope that hefty stud who'd just devoured two of her own offspring. After cumming that many times, that hard, she simply had nothing left.

Instead, she poured her lust into her admiration for his form, stroking and massaging down his sides until she got to that swaying gut. It churned loudly for her while she kneaded into the heft there, pressing her fingers deep to try to see if she could tell whether they were still moving in there or not. It was hard to tell.

"God, you're good at this. How do you feel?" she quietly asked him.

"Full. For now. Little sleepy," was Roland's reply.

The bull gave a yawn, but Anita couldn't help her questions.

"Were they tasty?" she asked.

"Yup."

"Do you still feel them in there?"

Roland gave the equivalent of a shrug.

"Not really. Just weight." He looked back to give her a little tease of a smirk. "Just food."

"Mmmmmm," she moaned, pressing her face up to his side.

"Looks like I broke the bed a little. Think it'll still work for tonight though. It's early, but wanna join me? Gonna need to sleep off a meal like that."

"Mmhmmmm ..."

The last resistance of that poor, wobbling bedframe vanished beneath the bull's weight as he leaned his weight down onto the mattress. It collapsed to the floor under him, but still served well enough to cushion his bulk while he got started on digesting Sandra and her brother alike on her own bed. Anita circled him briefly, looking for the right spot to snuggle in, but there was really only one answer to that. She pushed right up against his prey-swollen gut, hugging herself around it, and let her rumbles be the constant compliment towards his skills.

It was hardly evening yet, but they rested together nonetheless, content in that indulgence. The bull's gut just got noisier the longer he worked over all that food compacted there beneath his muscle and fat. Despite being a bovine, he was perfectly content to slosh and churn his way through all that meat, simmering the two lions down over the course of the coming night. He was still all sweaty, slathered in the results of all that lion-fucking he'd been doing, but that didn't bother him. Nor did Anita mind basking in bull musk all night long.

The rolling grumble and slosh of that gut eventually soothed her to sleep right alongside the bull. She rested against that slowly shrinking belly all night long while it processed two entire lions into sludge and nutrients for the great big bull to absorb. He bulked up and thickened as the hours rolled by in silence, but for the snoring. As hefty as he already was for his eating habits and strength alike, he was even heavier by the time morning finally rolled around and he gave a little snort on awakening.

The slight stir was enough to rouse Anita, who blinked to life, surprised that she'd let herself drift for so long. Her first order of business was to grope at the bull's rounded middle just to see how much progress he'd made over the course of the night. There was no sign of the two cats he'd eaten. He was fatter, softer, and rounder, with no sign whatsoever of anything solid left in his gut. Eventually her curious prodding made Roland grunt.

"Mm. Gentle. Gonna need to take care of them in a sec here. You mind if I use your yard? Don't think the bathroom could handle me."

"Ohhh - they're all gone already, hm?" came the lioness' voice when she wasn't just biting her lower lip. "Well. Not like she needs this room anymore ..."

Roland just chuckled at first. "You sure? It's gonna take me a while."

"Mmhmmmmm," was all Anita said, as much a moan as it was a response.

The bull was slow to rise, stretching himself out, giving his back a good crick, then lashing his tail a few times before he just paced to the middle of the room. First, he glanced back at the lioness, who was already stretched out, legs spread, fingers caressing along her pussy lips. Swimming in his scent all night long had a way of making her wake up horny.

"You gonna watch?" he asked with a teasing grin.

It was a rhetorical question, really. He knew well just how kinky that lioness was by then. She was going to sit there masturbating while he shat out her offspring right in front of her. Even as the one who ate them, he had to admit that was a bit unusual, but he really didn't care. All that mattered to him in that moment was finding a good place to take a massive dump. The floor of that newly vacant bedroom was as good as any.

A lift of his tail and a slight squat was all the warning she got. Anita didn't relent, fingering herself deeply even while she took in the filthy sight of the huge bull starting to squeeze out a load of waste that used to be two smart young lions. They were all mixed together as one indistinguishable load of brown, coming out solid, even slightly chalky at first for how much bone he'd digested over the course of the night. Little flecks of harder white pieces were embedded in the brown, but those were the only real signs of who that mess used to be.

It all accumulated thickly below, piling up with a thud as pieces broke off and fell to the floor. Eventually it got softer, pushing out more smoothly once the more solid pieces were out of him. He never seemed to strain right until near the very end, when something pressed up against his asshole that required a little more effort. After a series of grunts and squeezes, he pushed forth some dirtied clothes that had once belonged to Duncan and Sandra alike, adding those destroyed outfits to the steaming pile along with everything else.

Through it all, the lioness was idly playing with herself, but she went double time once the realization hit her. Those rags were stained almost beyond recognition, but she recognized the studs anyway. That gothy lioness had been digested right out of her outfit. Roland shat her ruined clothes along with everything else that was left of her and her brother. The mound of bullshit that used to be two cats was half as tall as the towering bull by the time Roland finally squeezed out the last few chunks.

A rowling, shaking, gushing climax hit Anita right that very moment. She squirted to the sight of the bull shitting out her progeny, not caring for a moment how naughty it might have been. She only got to experience that kind of pleasure once. There was no sense holding back. She drenched her thighs in a lingering climax that saw her slumped right down the wall, sprawled and groaning, panting, drooling even. It wasn't about what she saw, but exactly what it meant. That was enough to leave her glowing in the afterglow of a lifetime - or two, perhaps.

"That takes care of that," Roland said with a sigh, stepping away from the mess he made.

Anita had to struggle to her feet after all that, but she managed to stand and lead the way back out into the hall after that. Neither of them felt like lingering in that room after all that. She'd just have to deal with it later. Walking on shaky legs, she still found a moment glance back at him clomping along behind her with a wink and a swish of her tail.

"Don't worry. I'm sure I'll have more after that pounding you gave me last night." She rumbled deeply as she stroked up along her belly. They might have been nowhere near the same species, but she had no doubt he'd thoroughly knocked her up after pouring his nuts out right in her womb for much of a sweaty summer afternoon. "I can't wait to have your bullcats."

"Yeah? I mean, haven't had breakfast yet."

He made no indication of just how much those words meant. She barely even seemed to register them before he approached her from behind, leaned his head down, and glomphed over her head all in one smooth motion. For such a bulky fellow, he could move fast. His jaws easily stretched over her face, and worked down towards her shoulders, teeth pressing to her neck. She might have been heavier than his previous meals, but he had plenty of room for her. The first nibble past her shoulders squished down into the ample bust, pressing into those fine tits that he'd covered in his cum so many times over.

There was plenty of his own taste on her by the time he got her in his mouth, but that didn't bother him. She was all his. That much was obvious by the way she reacted to getting eaten. She mrowled her confusion at first, disoriented in the darkness of his gullet. Yet for as much as she didn't expect that turn of events, she was so devoted to him that she was ready to accept it. If he wanted to devour her, then she was just going to have to be good prey.

Not that she didn't give the occasional squirm. That much was natural when being swallowed whole. There was no amount of arousal that could fully suppress that preservation instinct, even if his slick, slimy throat wrapping around her felt so very good kneading on her naked curves. He flattened her bust with the power of his gulps, squeezing the gasps out of her. She was still rumbling in that friendly growling sort of way, adding extra stimulation to his tongue while he lapped and stroked all over her.

Slobbering his way down her belly, he made his intentions more than clear when he curled his tongue under her ass and between her thighs, lifting her right off the floor in the process. She dangled from his jaws, trailing strings of drool while he lapped at her cunt, digging in deep as if to rush her to orgasm. He was too hungry to wait much longer. Thankfully, his deep, wet slurps proved rapidly effective, working Anita into writhing, humping, grinding ecstasy in a matter of seconds. One sharp arch of her back, a lash of her tail, and she came for him, all but on command.

Roland opened his jaws a little wider around her hips just to enjoy the feeling of those fluids cascading down and into his throat. One last taste of his would-be lover before the gulp. Then it was time to throw his head back and start stuffing her away. Pressing her against the nearby wall helped push her down a little quicker. Despite digesting two whole lions in the course of one night, he was famished. The constant grumbling from his looming belly told her that much.

Surrounding the lioness in heavy, greedy glllps, he gave her the chance to finally experience getting eaten by a bull firsthand. She'd enjoyed the sight of him having his meals so much, why wouldn't she love getting swallowed down herself? Not that it made much of a difference to Roland what she thought of the whole thing. He'd decided he'd rather have her for breakfast than be her new boyfriend. It was just the way of a roaming bull like him.

Another heavy squeeze of his gullet down on her thighs and the rest was all slippery slurping. He sucked on her a few times, licked her plenty, but mostly he was just gobbling her up. There was no savouring the process, no matter how close they might have been. Or how close she thought they were. When he got to her paws, he gave her toes a playful nibble and then whipped his head back again, sending her down in a single smooth, rolling GULP more powerful than any he'd shown before. It took a good, powerful swallow to properly consume the soft, motherly lioness after all.

Down she went, slipping deeper and deeper into his heated body until she settled in his gut. He watched her bounce and sway in there as she settled, licked his chops, and then let a truly crude belch gurgle up from his depths. He projected it down at the floor, groaning in pleasure right after. From there, he had nothing left to but sigh, and figure out what to do with his new day after so many good meals. Whatever he decided, he was going to have to move slightly slower than usual with all that extra weight.

He had to admit that swallowing her made his dick twitch a little, and he had no one left to take it out on. The house was his for a while, but he had no interest in it. A quick trip to their shower to make what use of it someone of his size could, and then he planned to leave. Every step he took jiggled the lion mom inside him up and down, sloshing, splashing, gurgling. Whether she was still squirming or not was irrelevant to him. She stopped being Anita right around the moment he swallowed the last of her.

It was time to move onto other things, other partners, and any other tasty family members they were willing to feed him. Whether the next one was going to be quite as depraved - or as tasty, or as fuckable - as Anita, he really couldn't say. Maybe he'd get lucky and find exactly what a big bull like him needed twice in a row, pacing the bars, roaming the streets, always on the lookout for someone to take for a final ride.