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Miristri's stomach growled. He'd been out hunting all day and hasn't had any luck. Yesterday, the forest he was in was much less dense and didn't have nearly as thick of a canopy. His bright fur made it impossible to hunt anything. All it took was one ray of sunlight to reflect off of his fur and his prey was made aware of him. By now, he'd settled to eating berries, fruits and whatever else he could find that looked even mildly edible. His fur was filthy, at least for his standards, and he couldn't wait to get clean. While walking, he felt a dampness to his paw, looking down to see a small creak. He followed the creak upward to find a slightly larger creak. Tired and annoyed, he settled for this and knelt down to clean himself. Dirty water was better than no water.

While cleaning his fur, Miristri noticed a strong male scent. He rarely ever gave off any sort of discernible scent, but attributed to all the work he'd done today and continued cleaning. There weren't many spots that had any sort of noticeable dirt on them unless you were as picky as Mir. He had a delicate cleaning ritual, dabbing his paw in the water, rubbing that paw over his fur and then licking the spot clean. After cleaning his muzzle, his paws, his legs and his sides, he moved onto his groin. Spreading his legs out as far as he could, he knelt down to get to his delicate bits, but before he could get a single lick in, he noticed where the other male scent was coming from.

His eyes met with the fiery red eyes of a large, muscular green tiger, white tribal designs covering his fur. Although the tiger could clearly overpower Miristri, he did not look threatening. He sat a few yards away from the small creek Miristri was cleaning himself in, a friendly grin on his muzzle while his large tail flicked back and forth. Miristri quickly straightened himself up. If a lion could blush, he'd be blushing hard right now. It was embarrassing to be caught in such a vulnerable position.

The tiger chuckled. "Sorry to interrupt. It's just rare to see a lion out here." He had a gentle voice, not as deep as Miristri would have guessed, but it was comforting. It put him at ease and made him feel silly about his embarrassment. "You'd think being kings of the jungle, we'd see you more often in your kingdom." The tiger chuckled again at his own joke, grinning wildly. "My name is Targe. What might yours be, my liege?" he added, giggling.

Miristri giggled with Targe, any previous feeling of doubt or embarrassment fading away. "I am King Miristri IV of house Lion's Den, ruler of the Seven Jungles, but you can just call me Mir."

Targe put on a show, walking up to Miristri and slowly bowing down. He even kissed his paws in a show of respect, but couldn't help laughing again. "So what brings you here, King Mir?"

Miristri's keen nose picked up on the tiger's scent as he moved closer, definitely confirming he was male, but he didn't let it affect him."Collecting the unpaid debt of peasants." He replied confidently, holding his head up high for a second, but dropped it back down with a sadder expression on his muzzle. "But truthfully, I've been a bit tired, hungry and lost. The jungle isn't really a good place for lions." His stomach growled noticeably, and he realized how hungry he really was. By now, he had gone without meat for almost two days. He was starting to forget the taste of fresh meat.

Targe looked at Miristri thoughtfully, trying to pick up something more from the lion, but couldn't seem to find what he was looking for. "I can help with two of those things. Care to guess which two?"

"I'm hoping the answer includes food." Miristri grinned sheepishly. Asking another predator for food was the polar opposite of pride and strength, but at this point he had to set aside his image and focus on survival.

Targe stood up on his hind legs, towering over Miristri. The tiger was much larger than he originally thought. Miristri had encountered many other felines through his adventures, but this tiger was almost double the size of your average tiger. His eyes started at the tiger's head and scanned down his powerful body, flicking back and forth at the beautiful tribal designs in his fur. Every inch of this tiger was the image of masculinity. He only had a brief moment to glance in between the tiger's hind legs before he started clapping, startling the lion as he moved back a step. Confusion only lasted a second before the tiger's voice soothed Miristri. "Looks like we've got a winner!" He sat back down, oblivious to what went on in the lion's mind the last second. "Lucky for you I've got some leftover meat from this morning's hunt. I wouldn't mind sharing with you as long as you promise to stay for a while." He winked at the lion.

"Sure. I'd love to." Nothing about the tiger set off any red flags, and Miristri wanted to get to know the tiger better, anyways. "I won't stay too long, though. I don't want to be a bother."

"Nonsense! I'd love for you to stay the night. Then you could be well-fed and well-rested for the next morning. Can't say I'm any good with directions, though..." The tiger's ears drooped a bit, but perked back up almost immediately. "Besides, it's not every day I meet another friendly feline. Especially not a rare one like you, King Mir. I'm sure there's a great story as to why you're here in the first place, right?"

"Not as interesting as you'd expect." Targe gestured for Miristri to follow him, and then he continued his story. "I guess you could say I'm an adventurer, looking for his place in life. I didn't want to be part of a pride where I'm just being used as a breeding toy."

"Can't say I'd mind being a breeding toy too much." Targe chuckled.

"It's not a bad deal, but I just want something more out of life, you know?" Miristri paused, taking a moment to sigh. "I was set up to be that new pride leader. Being the only male cub in the pride, I was next in line to be the king as soon as my father passed away. In fact, before I left, my father was already teaching me of my duties I would have as a king. But the thought made me uncomfortable, like I was being forced into something I wasn't sure I wanted yet. There was always this little thought in the back of my mind, asking me, what else could I be? What were my options?" He kicked away a stone in front of him as he walked.

"More interesting than I expected already. I've never really considered I had options. What made you think outside the box?"

"I'm not really sure." Miristri lied. Some things had to be kept secret. "I was just lying around one night, looking up at the stars and wondered what else there could be in this life. I still look up at the stars and wonder the same thing. Everyone has their own life that they can choose what they do with it, and I want to try something different."

"I think I might have to join you tonight star-gazing. You've definitely piqued my interest." Targe playfully bumped into Miristri. "Maybe you can help me find my place in life as well."

"I'm not sure how we're going to see anything tonight." Miristri looked up, barely any hint of sunlight shining through the jungle canopy. "Besides, I don't think it would be a very good idea to take advice from someone who doesn't even have their own life figured out." He giggled and bumped Targe back.

"You seem to be pretty happy doing your own thing. That has to say something about your decision making." Miristri played back what Targe said in his head a couple times. Happiness never really occurred to him, but he wasn't depressed either. He was somewhere in between, lost. "You've probably seen more of the world now than I have and I'm at least a couple years older than you." The tiger flashed him a sideways grin. "How long did it take you to get here? And where were you before?"

Miristri was silent for a moment, preparing his answer. "I don't remember. I don't want to brag, but I've been to so many different places I usually forget about them when I explore a new one. Guess lions aren't meant to have that big of a memory." He looked to Targe for a moment, surprised to find him leaning toward him. Many others heard his story, but none seemed as interested as this tiger. "The weirdest thing about it is what I do remember. I can't remember where, but I do remember who I meet. By the way, how far away is your den?"

"Would you be mad if I told you we took the scenic route?" Targe admitted, hanging his head as if he were embarrassed. "It's not far from here." He turned to his left and ducked under some low hanging vines, into a thicker part of the jungle. Miristri followed close behind. "You might be a bit disappointed, though. It's hardly a den."

They jumped over large roots, dodged around trees and even got a face full of bush from time to time, but finally they arrived at a clearing. The jungle canopy was thin at this point, almost non existent. The setting sun's vibrant colors lit up the area. Targe stopped and puffed out his chest, looking down at his smaller feline friend. In front of them was a large, hollow tree trunk. It had lost all of its color years ago, but it looked as if it could hold up through a storm.

Miristri approached it, circling around the trunk and even jumping on top of it. He didn't weigh as much as Targe, but this home of his was definitely structurally sound. He jumped down to the front of the trunk and sniffed inside. For a moment, he seemed to lose his balance, intoxicated by the overpowering aroma of masculinity. He felt powerful waves of warmth spread throughout his body. Images of Targe appeared in his mind. Strength coursing through the tiger's body as he seductively lay on his side, legs spread to reveal his pink, twitching erection. Everything from the toothy grin all the way down to the tightness of his sheath was perfect. Miristri couldn't wait to kneel down and start his new life as a tiger's cum dumpster.

"What are you waiting for?" He heard the tiger's voice echo, watching as he rubbed his paw over his cock. The way it bounced whenever he lifted his paw sent shivers down the lion's spine. He slowly approached Targe, shaky legs guiding him toward his new master. The tiger moved his paw away, letting Miristri place his own paw on the tiger's sac. Green, like the rest of his fur, but it lacked the tribal markings. They felt tight, filled with semen and ripe for harvesting. With unsteady paws, he stroked upward, feeling every inch of the tiger's length, tiny barbs scraping against his sensitive paw pads.

"Go ahead. You can taste it." The voice echoed again. Miristri obediently lowered his head between the tiger's hind legs, his nose bumping into his balls. That scent spiraled him deeper into his fantasy. His tongue enveloped the tiger's sac, skillfully covering every inch of it. He could feel Targe's erection twitch every time he squeezed his tongue around his orbs. Encouraging purrs could be heard from above, and Miristri took that as his cue to get a taste of some meat. He guided his tongue upward, never leaving the tiger's body. Over his rigid sheath and onto the fleshy pink, Miristri wrapped his tongue around Targe's cock as best he could. His mouth salivated as every inch of his tongue was met with tiny barbs and the savory taste of tiger meat.

"You like it?" Targe's echo-less voice asked. Suddenly, Miristri found himself standing at the mouth of the trunk next to Targe. His mouth was definitely salivating, and he felt a familiar tightness in his sheath. This damn nose was a blessing and a curse. The way a male's scent affected him was unfair. Only a lioness was supposed to be bothered by these things, and last time he checked he was most certainly male. He looked over to Targe, who seemed to be oblivious as to what happened. That was a relief. Luckily, this has happened before, and he knew how to handle it. The first wave was always the worst. Now he just needed to get used to the scent and keep his thoughts in control.

"It's not a den, but it looks cozy." Legs still unsteady, Miristri chose to sit down. No need to overwhelm his poor nose right now. Targe walked past him and into the trunk, flashing a smile toward the lion. He looked away from the mouth of the trunk and examined the clearing. It was still plagued with roots to trip over, but there weren't any threats higher up. It was clear, save for a few long branches. He smiled. Looks like they would be able to stargaze together after all.

Targe emerged with a half eaten pig in his mouth and dropped it at the lion's feet. "Can't say I blame you for staying out here. It's hot as hell in there." He looked back at the trunk for a moment. "I killed it this morning. It's probably not much for someone who hasn't eaten in a while... If you want more, I can go get you some."

It definitely smelled like it had been dead for a while, but beggars can't be choosers. Miristri could hardly control himself. His primal instincts definitely kicked in as he devoured the pig in front of him. Even the less appetizing parts of the pig were savored as if it were cooked to perfection. Reality slowly faded back in now that the void in his stomach was filled. He slowly raised his head to see Targe leaning against the tree, that same toothy grin on his muzzle that he was starting to love.

"Thank you. So much. I don't know how I'm ever going to repay yo-"

Targe sat up straight. "Don't worry about it. There are plenty of pigs in the forest. You still hungry?" Miristri shook his head. "Judging by your bath earlier, I take it you like to be clean?" The lion paused, but nodded. "Well, you're going to want to take another bath. Especially that muzzle. Blood just doesn't mix well with that beautiful fur." The tiger giggled to himself. "Come on, I know a place that actually has clean water."

-

Miristri got a full tour of the jungle. There was a beautiful lake he was shown, well hidden in the middle of thick trees. You had to do a bit of climbing to access it, but it was worth it. The tall trees surrounded the area, giving a sense of peace of mind and privacy. He instantly fell in love and knew he would spend a lot of time here if he stayed. The next place was probably more important. Hunting grounds. Targe explained that pigs usually passed through here, and he could wait on top of a branch, pouncing down on his prey once the moment was right. And at last, the tiger made sure to show him the dangerous places of the jungle.

"I know you like to adventure, but stay clear of this area and any area beyond it. Humans roam here, and I'm sure I don't have to explain to you why that's bad." Targe dropped his head, as if remembering something. "This is the only place I know of where there are humans. The rest of the jungle is yours to explore." He smiled.

By the time Targe finished giving the lion his grand tour of the jungle, the sun had already set. Being feline, it was of no concern. But Targe was insistent on getting some star-gazing in before the two went to sleep. Miristri couldn't agree quickly enough. His whole body felt exhausted, but his paws especially ached. Getting used to the terrain here could take a while. But he did think he had gotten used to Targe's scent. The last thing he needed was to go into a frisky frenzy and molest the tiger in his sleep, which didn't sound like a bad idea now that he thought of it.

The two kicked back side by side against the trunk and looked up. The moon was smaller, Miristri noted. It gave off less light and made the stars more pronounced. He wasn't sure why this happened, and couldn't think of any way for him to find out. It was just another mystery he would never solve. But it made the sky beautiful. Every individual star was showing tonight.

They sat in silence for a good while, the only sounds being their breathing and critters scurrying about deeper in the jungle. As the night grew darker, Miristri felt himself drifting in and out of sleep. He drifted off at one point and awoke with his head rested against Targe's shoulder. The tiger didn't seem to mind, so he stayed in this position, growing less interested in the stars and more interested in his new friend.

"So what do you think?" The lion broke the silence, looking up at Targe.

"It takes me to a peaceful place, which I didn't think existed." He looked down at Miristri with a sleepy smile on his muzzle.

Miristri returned the smile, waves of warmth spreading throughout his body. That was a familiar feeling. "Sometimes, I like to connect the dots between the stars. They make pictures." He looked up, but there were many stars visible and he was too tired to make an attempt to find anything. A giggle escaped his muzzle. "There are a lot out tonight. It would be hard to find which ones to start with."

"Where would you start if there were less?"

"The brightest ones. They always form a picture with similar bright ones. I'll have to show you one night when there aren't as many stars out."

"Sounds like you plan on staying a while."

"As long as that's okay with you." Miristri looked back up at Targe again, a playful grin on his muzzle.

Targe laughed and licked the side of the lion's muzzle. "Of course. You can stay as long as you want. But for now, I'm pretty tired. You ready to turn in?"

The lick sent another wave of warmth through him, and his instincts told him to return the favor, but Miristri simply sat up and took a long moment to stretch out. He unintentionally flashed his bits to the tiger, but he was unaware of it at the time. He nodded to Targe and followed the tiger into the trunk. As he stepped inside, he could feel his scent enveloping him in a warm cocoon, but it didn't bother him like it did earlier. He laid down on the opposite side of the trunk as a show of respect to Targe. While his knowledge of unspoken tiger rules wasn't the greatest, he knew they preferred to be alone and didn't want to overstep his boundaries. The two smiled at each other before whispering a 'good night,' and soon after they were asleep.

-

"Go ahead. You can taste it."

Miristri awoke, his heart pounding and his cock throbbing. He looked down to see his member in all its feline glory dripping pre-cum onto his fur. There was quite a noticeable damp spot in between his legs, but that was something he would have to take care of tomorrow. He rolled over, clamping his legs shut and tried to go back to sleep. Images of his previous dream slowly crept back into his mind. Targe was laying on his side, displaying his strong, masculine body for the lion. But that wasn't all that was on display. Attached to a swollen sheath and tight ball sac was the biggest dick Miristri had ever seen on a feline. He slowly approached the tiger, tongue lolling out of his muzzle and his eyes fixated on the prize. He knelt down in between Targe's hind legs and closed his eyes, moving in his muzzle for a quick lick. His tongue was met with fur.

"Go ahead. You can taste it."

Miristri's eyes shot open, tongue indeed lolling out of his muzzle and licking his own paw. He pulled it back in and let out a low grumble, but then he looked across the trunk and saw Targe. His heart skipped a beat and he felt a wave of warmth pulse throughout his body, starting at his sheath and spreading outward. The tiger was sprawled out on his back, certainly not the suave pose Miristri saw in his dreams, but it still showed off that muscular body. The lion slowly sat up to get a better view, and his eyes went straight in between the tiger's hind legs. There was no monstrous cock twitching outside of his sheath, but there was a little bit of pink peeking out.

Many scenarios started to play in the lion's head. Most of them ended with tiger cum in or on his body, but a couple ended with him dead or severely wounded. Miristri looked outside the trunk. It was still night, but judging by the brightness illuminating from the moon he'd only been asleep an hour or two at most. He looked back to Targe, breathing deeply and fast asleep. There was no way he would be able to get back to sleep now. He had to either make a move or suffer through the rest of the night.

Miristri decided to experiment a bit before making a decision. Targe was asleep, after all. And judging by the way he breathed he was a heavy sleeper. It was a risk he knew he had to take. So the lion prowled his way toward the tiger's hind legs, carefully brushing his tail aside so he could lie down. He stared at it for a moment before leaning in and sniffing at the tiger's sac. His head started to spin. Scents were always stronger from the source, and tiger musk was no exception. He felt himself squirt out a string ore pre-cum as the tiger's musk enveloped him in a bubble of heat. The world around him melted away for a brief moment.

When his vision returned, Miristri found his nose pressed against the tiger's balls. He decided he still needed some more experimentation before making a decision, and started to lick the tiger's furry sac. With every lick his eyes shifted upward to watch his expression, but Targe was still fast asleep. His orbs were very firm, like he hadn't had release in days. Miristri confirmed this by putting his balls inside of his mouth and nibbling on them. His estimate turned from days to weeks, possibly months. This tiger's balls were so full of semen Miristri wondered how they didn't just explode. He played with the sac in his muzzle, tongue covering every inch of them with his saliva.

Looking up once more, Miristri noticed the pink tip slowly peeking out of its sheath, crowned with a droplet of pre-cum. He dropped the tiger's balls from his muzzle. A bit more experimenting couldn't hurt. He started from Targe's anus and licked upward, over his sac, across his sheath, and finally reaching the tip of his pink cock. He started the cycle over again, his path shrinking as more and more of the tiger's erection slid out of its sheath. The taste of tiger meat made him drool. Every time he reached the tip, a droplet of pre-cum was waiting for him. It didn't take long for his entire length to reveal itself, and the lion was left licking only the pink, barbed flesh. He wrapped his tongue around the tiger's member, his sandpaper tongue fighting with the tiny barbs that cover his length.

Once he felt he had properly cleaned Targe's bits, Miristri decided it was time to make a decision. He looked in between his own legs and saw his entire crotch was coated in pre-cum, his member exposed and twitching every couple seconds. There was no turning back now. He placed his paws on either side of the tiger's hind legs and spread them apart, taking one last glance at Targe's cock. It was bigger than he imagined. And he loved a challenge. He slowly closed his muzzle over the tip of the tiger's length, suckling on it for a moment and savoring the taste of his pre-cum.

Taking one last deep breath, Miristri started lowering his head, feeling every inch of his muzzle being filled with tiger meat. All the way down to his sheath, he felt the tip of Targe's cock poking into his throat. He started to bob his head up and down, his tongue playing with the barbs inside of his mouth. One of his paws slid over to the tiger's sac, embracing it as it twitched every time he bobbed his head downward. Slurping noises echoed off the inside of the trunk. He felt shots of pre-cum slide down his throat, making him shudder and drool onto Targe's crotch.

Miristri tried to take more of the tiger's cock into his throat, but realized his paw caressing his sac was in the way. He dropped both of his paws and readjusted his position. This time when he went down, he engulfed the tiger's sheath. He felt his member resting comfortably in his throat now, and resumed his head bobbing. Each time he went down, his nose was met with Targe's belly fur, an overwhelming combination of his pre-cum and scent flooding Miristri's mind. His pace quickened. The slurping noises amplified. His tongue awkwardly scraped against his member, his muzzle filled to the brim with the tiger's length.

Suddenly, Miristri felt a paw above his head. Before he could react, he felt Targe's hind legs close in on him, locking him in place. The cock in his muzzle started twitching, sending string after string of tiger cum down his throat. The taste flooded his muzzle and sent him into a frenzy. He tried to swallow it all, but the onslaught was relentless. He choked, coughing up semen as he made an attempt to get out from between the tiger's hind legs. Each new shot dribbled out of his muzzle. Another paw was placed on his head, both pushing down with a force that made him lose his balance. Targe's cock was forced down his throat further than before. Miristri stopped struggling as he felt the tiger's member shoot three more strings of cum down his throat, realizing there was nothing he could do.

Moments passed, the only sound that could be heard was heavy breathing. The smell of semen flooded the trunk. Targe opened his hind legs, causing Miristri to flop down on his crotch, cum dripping out of his muzzle. His eyes fixated on the tiger's erection as it slowly retreated back into its sheath. Targe smiled knowingly down at him. There wasn't a hint of anger in his eyes, more like relief. The lion's mind was racing. So many thoughts to process at once, but after that his mind was a pile of mush. He wasn't sure what to say or do.

"I had a feeling there was something more to you I couldn't quite place my paw on." Targe finally said, breaking the silence. The lion was silent. He pushed himself off the ground and gazed over the tiger spread out before him. In between his hind legs was the biggest mess of cum he'd ever seen. He was ashamed. "Well, don't just stare at it, clean it up." The tiger commanded.

Obediently, Miristri knelt back down in between the tiger's legs. He glanced up to see the tiger grinning down at him. Up close, the smell of semen was even stronger, and the lion imagined himself rubbing his face against the mess. Instead, he got to work, starting at the legs and working his way downward. A mixture of dirt and cum flooded his mouth, making sure to cross his tongue over every damp spot at least three times. Once he was finished with the tiger's legs, he moved on to his cock, but paused for a moment to stare at it.

Miristri felt a paw on his head push his muzzle down against the tiger's ball sac, and he took it as his cue to start licking. Suckling seemed like a better, more efficient cleaning method, so he put his balls in his mouth and squeezed his tongue around them. He felt Targe shiver as he did this, and decided to do it again, you know, just to make sure it's really clean. And last, the grand finale. The tiger seemed to be enjoying his cleaning, judging by sizable cock poking out of its sheath. Miristri lapped at the sheath, surprisingly clean already. But he was very thorough with his cleaning, and made sure to keep licking until he couldn't taste semen anymore.

"Good boy." Targe cooed encouragingly, sitting up and stretching out. He towered over the lion, making Miristri feel very vulnerable. The tiger inspected him, pacing around his body. His muzzle was soaked in cum, and this made Targe smile. Peeking in between his hind legs revealed a very pink and needy erection. "Roll over onto your back." Miristri obeyed, rolling over and spreading his legs. The damp spot from his pre-cum could be very obviously seen. Targe rubbed his paw in it and brought his paw to his muzzle, licking it clean. The lion still hadn't spoke, almost a hint of fear in his eyes.

Targe stepped over Miristri and lowered himself into a mounting position, rubbing his own erection against the lion's cock. He dry humped the lion, spreading their pre-cum on each other's fur. The lion was especially drippy, and Targe used this to his advantage by grinding their dicks together, coating them in a layer of pre. Miristri moaned, and Targe seized the moment to press his muzzle against the lion's. He wasn't fond of the taste of his own cum, but this lion sure knew how to work his tongue. The dry humping continued as their tongues danced wildly. For a brief moment, the tiger pulled away to catch his breath.

"You've got something on your muzzle..." Miristri squeaked, putting his paws on either side of the tiger. "Let me get it." He pulled down Targe's muzzle back toward his, connecting them once more and continued their tongue dance. The tiger embraced this for a moment, but pulled away once more.

"You're a sly one." Targe giggled, stepping off the lion. He knelt down in between his legs and gazed into Miristri's cute little pink pucker. No partner he'd ever been with before had an anus this clean. He couldn't help himself and decided to lean in for a taste test. The lion moaned above him as Targe's tongue assaulted his pucker. Deeper and deeper his tongue explored, but there was no sign of any nasty male musk. Impressive. He withdrew his tongue and settled for sloppy laps around the rim, making sure his entrance was well lubed.

Targe sat up and returned to his original mounting position, this time aiming lower. Miristri's muzzle was agape, eyes twinkling with anticipation. He felt a fleshy object poking against his rump. Every poke got closer and closer to his pucker. He knew the tiger was teasing him, and he loved it. Another poke, this time below his anus. And then the next poke, except it wasn't a poke. Time slowed as he felt the spiny tip penetrate his anus, the fleshly object painfully stretching his pucker as it grew the further it went in. Tiny, soft barbs tickled his inner walls, causing every nerve affected to send a wave of warmth through his body. The intruder forced its way into a new depth Miristri had never felt before, and stretched his asshole at least three times its normal size.

Miristri shuddered as he felt Targe's sac slap against him, time returning back to normal. Before he could recover from the initial wave of pleasure, the tiger withdrew, the barbs scraping backwards against his walls and then rapidly descending again. Targe started relentlessly humping the lion, slamming his cock deep into Miristri's anus with such force his entire body was pushed backwards. The mixture of pain and pleasure renewed itself with each thrust, his cock forced deeper and deeper. The tiger eventually put his paws on the lion and pushed down to hold him in place.

The pain eventually went away, and Miristri was left with pure pleasure as Targe's cock continued to penetrate his anus. His cock twitched with every thrust, and he knew he wouldn't be able to survive much longer. He closed his eyes and laid his head back, shuddering as he felt the buildup in his nether regions. Targe's paw quickly wrapped around the lion's sheath, squeezing it tightly. His paws moved with his thrusts, stimulating Miristri's cock. He sped up, realizing he was nowhere near his own climax. With the added stimulation, the lion moaned louder, his peak overwhelming him.

Miristri let out a half roar half moan as his climax washed over him. Wave after wave of orgasm enveloped him. His toes curled and his body tensed each time his cock twitched, ejaculating string after string of cum. Targe continued to thrust into his anus, seeing the lion cum only increasing the intensity of his pounding. He squeezed the lion's sheath tighter, causing him to ejaculate further. He watched the lion cover himself in his own juices, making his already messy muzzle even damper. Miristri started to come down from his orgasm, but his cock was still hard and the heat inside him still burned.

Targe released the lion's sheath and instead gripped his hind legs. He pulled the lion against him and exerted all his energy into his thrusts. The sound of his sac slapping against the lion and his moans echoed off the trunk walls. Miristri dug his claws into the ground to root himself as he felt the barbs scraping inside of him start to harden. Targe's climax approached him suddenly as he thrust as deep as he could into the lion, his entire shaft and part of his sheath firmly in place. His barbs expanded, causing Miristri to roar out as each barb ripped open the skin inside of him. The pain caused him to cum again, emptying his sac once more onto himself. Targe roared with him. Miristri felt the tiger's cock twitch inside his anus, sending warm waves of liquid through him, soothing the heat inside of him. He felt the tiger start to pull out, his barbs ripping open more skin inside of him, and then waves of semen soothed the pain. The combination of his own orgasm, the pain and the soothing caused Miristri to black out for a moment.

Soon he found himself back in reality, Targe panting over him. His cock was still lodged in his anus. They stared at each other in silence. The tiger leaned in and their muzzles connected, tongues firmly in place as they shared a different kind of kiss. He pulled out as they broke their kiss, his barbs soft and tickly again. Miristri wanted to say something, but the tingly afterglow all but paralyzed him. Targe laid down beside him, but understandably kept his distance.

"You're even sexier covered in cum." Targe broke the silence, the mischievous grin on his muzzle the lion loved. "If all I had to do was spread my legs, I'd have done that a hell of a lot sooner." He leaned over to lick Miristri's muzzle.

"I thought I had it under control..." Miristri mumbled.

"Hey, you're not the only one who was pent up." Targe laughed. "You did us both a favor." He cuddled up against the lion. Avoiding the sticky mess, he nuzzled against his shoulder. "So how long did you say you were staying?"

Miristri sighed and leaned into Targe, purring deep in his chest. A strange feeling of peace and belonging washed over him. "I'll stay for a couple weeks. If you don't mind."

"You can stay as long as you want." The tiger let out a long yawn, getting into a more comfortable position and using Miristri as a pillow. "Mind if I sleep here?"

Miristri rubbed a paw on Targe's chest. "Sure."

"Goodnight, my king. Or should I call you my queen?" Targe teased.

Miristri groaned, but didn't have a response. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.