Nine Reasons to Love a Lioness
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Oh wait...I forgot something. Hello my dear readers, watchers and feline enthusiasts! I welcome you to another unveiling of a feisty feline story! This one is slightly more different than my last mini series because it has kitties and love and cuddling...it's....actually the same thing, isn't it? Anyway, If some man on lioness action is up to your alley, please give this story a shot. It's about a volunteer who finally finds the courage to break loose from the fetters of his mundane life. In the process, he finds not only a reliable companion, but a prospective mate as well!
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His lioness was in heat.
Joe sat in front of his monitor, hands clasped behind his back as he browsed the data for the umpteenth time. Blood samples, genetics whatever, maintenance data. He chuckled as his eyes hovered to that last, ridiculous term. One month here as a trainee, and the idea of attributing such a mechanical term to a lioness still repulsed him. Especially when the name of his lioness followed it.
Nine. It wasn't even a name, yet Joe's blood still quickened at the sight of it and, more importantly, at what he had to do.
"You've done it more than you can count, bloody idiot," he whispered under his breath while his mind thought, Yet not while she's in heat.
He hardened at the thought, too fast for comfort. A groan escaped him, and Jenny, his supervisor, threw him an awkward glance across the adjacent desk.
"What is it now? Cat swiped its tail across your balls?"
"She can't even move her tail with all those--"
"Oh." Jenny shook her head, removed a rebellious curl of auburn hair from her piercing green eyes, and waved a dismissing hand at him. "For a moment, I thought I pay you per ethical remarks, and not per finger fucking session. Thanks for reminding me of that."
Joe rolled his eyes and sprawled his hands apologetically. Too late. Her gaze already fell on her tablet. She dashed one finger in a crossing pattern.
At the same time, a notification popped on Joe's screen. He leaned forward in his chair, clicked it, and bit his lip to prevent a retort when today's payment showed zero instead of fifty bucks.
"Something wrong with your display?" Jenny's voice came, thin and low, just like her spindly body and sagged tits. "If there's a dead pixel you squint at, then I'll order you a new monitor."
"In exchange for a kidney." Joe sucked in a deep breath, as if his words would crawl back into his mouth.
"Both, actually. Now go fuck your whatever you've been assigned to."
She didn't lift her gaze from the tablet, not even when Joe made faces at her and gave her the finger. Two steps towards the door, and his bracelet began to beep and display a series of useless numbers and tiny graphs. Jenny never explained their meanings; she didn't explain shit. Her first words to him had been 'welcome, go fuck whatever you've been assigned to,' and she reminded him of this daily.
"She's a lioness, you scrawny bitch," Joe said as the door slid shut behind him. He shuddered at the thud, and his flaccid cock stirred again within its confining boxers.
He strode through the narrow corridors in silence, tilting sideways to avoid other trainees dressed in tawny overalls. Some dashed, most strode, and every single one--male or female--bumped into him. Joe clenched his jaw and picked up his pace as he waded through the onrush of trainees and their infernal beeping bracelets. Joe wrapped a hand around his to make sure it still beeped, still vibrated. If the beeping ceased, so did his access to Nine's pen.
Joe made it in time, and not thanks to his raging erection. He placed his wrist into the specifically designated slot, spoke his name, had his eye scanned, and then walked into a cramped little room so squat he had to bend. As soon as the door slid shut behind him, Joe rounded the central table and went to the glass window overlooking Nine's pen. It was empty.
Joe's heart skipped a heartbeat. He went to the table, equipped a fresh pair of translucent gloves from the drawer, turned on the machine, then sagged into a corner, knees tucked close to his chest.
The day had come. The day when one drop of her juices onto the designated surface of the machine would fill its display with data on how to relocate Nine for the breeding program. It wouldn't beep, nor cross out the day and require further data examination and future samples.
It would be silent, just like the winds before a storm.
Joe began tapping his foot as his eyes shifted to the security camera mounted on the back of the square room. It would initiate lockdown before he even stepped in front of it.
He looked at the slim device on the glass table. A glossy surface with a rectangular display, much like a tablet. He had even less chances to skew the test results, break it, hack it or whatever. It stood right in front of the camera and had its own defense mechanism.
His rebellious thoughts ceased when a faint growl rang outside the enclosure. Joe perked his head and rolled onto weak, shivering feet. His erection throbbed harder with each step she took towards him, and his heart pounded in his chest the closer she got to him.
He shook his head, flailed his arms, knocked on the glass window. "Don't. Just...just go back. Don't enter that bloody thing! They'll...they'll take you!" he mouthed the words.
Nine's eyes fixated on him for a moment, the amber orbs sparkling with fierce intelligence. She swung her neck, growling and wobbling the closer she got to him. She rubbed her thick, muscular body against the window before she shifted her paws onto the hollow sockets and dropped onto her belly. She didn't even flinch as mechanical limbs and cordons strapped her in place, so tight the only thing she could do was twitch her tail.
Joe gulped hard at her eagerness. Of course she didn't listen. Heat meddled with her senses, and the need for relief became a heavy burden. There was a spring in her steps, an undulating pattern to her swaying tail, a trail of viscous liquid trailing down her rump.
She truly was in heat.
Nine stood there, still as a lamb, except for her tail. Not even a growl, or a snort, or the squirm of a haunch happened. She just waited to be taken. It became something vital to her, to be pleasured by Joe's finger; a need, just like breathing and eating and drinking. Joe's gaze fell upon the number etched upon her rump, the one that marked her as a mere test subject, and tears welled on the corners of his eyes. She was so smart, yet so stupid at the same time, to think this was just a normal day, with a normal fingering. She'd be taken out to the breeding pens afterwards, and Joe would never see her again.
"Hello, dear one," Joe said as he thumped the edge of the glass window with a knuckle.
Nine flicked her tail across a sensor, and the protective screen came off. Joe scrunched his eyes as her pungent smell wafted into the room, thick and sweet. He muffled a cough, blinked the water from his eyes, then sank to his knees and pressed a hand upon her marked haunch. A ripple shook her muscles, and a thin growl of longing escaped Nine. Her back tensed up, and her tail jerked up as she tried to get onto her feet. The mechanical limbs held her in place.
"Shhh, don't struggle." He caressed her rump with a gloved hand, kneading at her taut muscle with the pads of his fingers. She relaxed somewhat, yet her tail still flicked with agitation. "Lay still, and try to--"Joe swallowed hard, "try to enjoy it, just like last time."
She moaned softly and squirmed within her fetters once again. They clenched harder around her, and the saddle-like surface strapped upon her back pressed down until her moan became a sharp roar. Joe's stomach sank at the sound. He grabbed her tail with a hand, placed it atop a shoulder, and pressed two fingers against her moist slit. Her swollen folds shivered as a spurt of arousal poked through.
Joe bit his lip. She climaxed harder and quicker than he expected. His hand froze inside her shuddering as he watched the glistening serpent slither down her rump to drip onto the metallic surface bellow with a thin thump. He fantasized about her overflowing folds. How he lapped at them with his tongue, slurping every bit of that excess nectar. He could have done it, if the security wasn't so freaking tight!
Tight...that single word made him rock hard. His cock flared within his boxers, and a groan pressed through his clenched teeth. He was so hard it hurt, and he didn't even pierce her yet.
"I will have you," Joe whispered. "Slowly," he pressed gently past her twitching lips. "Smoothly..." Nine turned limp, a mellow purr rumbling in her throat at the soft caress of his voice. As long as Joe's fingers applied pressure to her throbbing slit, the lioness squirmed no more.
Joe squeezed his eyes shut. He didn't just pleasure her; he loved her! His affection for what others branded as a simple beast burned as hot as her insides. He went deeper, testing her walls with considerate wiggles of his finger. He knew Nine liked him by that suave and blissful moan.
Joe slid further inside. He wondered how it would feel, to be inside her with something else other than a finger. He would probably cum instantly, and flood her sanctuary until their combined juices leaked across her rump. He took a deep breath. That fantasy aroused him more than he could bear. He rubbed the bulge within his pants, muffled his growl when a tingle of pleasure jolted through him, and slid his finger past the folds and into her tight tunnel.
The lioness yowled as Joe's smooth finger parted her clenched muscles. She groped at his length from every side, squeezing and suckling at the invading presence. Joe's brow furrowed at the ripples flowing through her weaving muscles. Such suave motion! So mind numbingly warm! He pulled out of her with a squelch, making the lioness moan with savage lust. Her tail jerked, her lips puckered slightly and shot his loins full of slimy arousal.
Joe staggered for a moment. His cock pulsated as searing pre rushed through his tip, and his vision whirled from the stinging sweetness within his nostrils. He swiped his free hand across his shirt, but he merely spread the glistening slime. He gasped as his throbs picked up. Pressure welled within the base of his shaft, and his balls shivered as another shot of pre stained his underwear, turning it slick.
"F-fuck!" He was going to burst his load, and everybody would see it through that forsaken camera. Joe pressed his teeth together and dug his nails into his palms. Beads of sweat formed on his brow, mixing with the jolting pain. He suddenly sweltered within his shirt, and his breath turned hard and jagged. His member grew so tight and hard it became hard to control. Joe had to regulate his breath in order to calm the savage throbs. Like Nine, he had to endure it just a little longer.
Nine made her displeasure known with a curt growl and a flick of her tail across his cheek. Joe jerked back to his senses and rubbed her pink slit to spread her juices. They suckled and squelched, radiating with warmth and moisture. Joe pressed his lips tight. His tongue played across his teeth. He wanted to slurp her arousal, and slide his own tongue deep into her crevice.
But he couldn't. Not here. He continued his rubbing, teasing her until she moaned. Once her folds practically trembled in anticipation, Joe thrust a finger inside her. Her growl turned into a whine, and her haunches jerked. She wanted him deeper. Much deeper.
Joe pulled out of her, pressed his middle finger tight against his index, and pierced her again. She deserved a surprise, and he was going to give it to her.
Nine yowled. Her tail stiffened around his neck, and her muscles clamped down upon him. Joe's breath cut in his throat. She squeezed so hard! He spread his fingers inside her, wriggled them and caressed her shuddering walls. He wanted to give her an explosive orgasm, just like lions did with their barbed cocks. Joe had no such equipment, but he complemented the deficit with fast, rhythmic rubbing.
She was going to cum.
Joe's heart thundered in his chest as he felt her inside pulsate with climactic shudders. In her aroused state, the lioness could only endure so much, and Joe's wriggling fingers brought her way over the edge.
She shot her head upwards and roared her bliss. Joe closed his eyes. He imagined himself being buried deep inside her, with a spurting cock instead of two stiff fingers. Nine took it just the same. Her insides loosened, and a hot gush of climax rushed out of her depths like a raging torrent. It splattered upon Joe's waist and thighs, soaking him in rich, fertile scents. And that was only the beginning.
The more Joe kneaded at her with the pads of his fingers, the harder her spurts turned, the harder she milked him. He became numb with effort, but he didn't quit, stimulating his lioness until her last, shuddering orgasm. Nine's roar dampened to a purr as her shudders turned faint and lethargic. Her limp tail slid from Joe's shoulders and curled around a soaked haunch. She was spent. Same for Joe.
He barely heard his own breath over her panting, and his body felt stiff and numb at the same time. He blinked back his drowsiness, pushed himself up, then crashed back on his knees when his legs bent sideways. He crashed forward with the momentum, onto Nine's exposed haunches. She tensed up at that, moaning faintly.
"Sorry," Joe mumbled. "I slipped. I just slipped..." he trailed off when a growl cut off his words. She wriggled her head within her confining helmet in a failed attempt to break free. His clumsiness prolonged her stay here, and the lioness began to squirm within her fetters. Joe trudged back onto his knees. His hands slid across her haunches, fingers scraping the flecks of dirt trapped within her tawny fur. He wanted to stay there with her. Embrace her, and speak soft, lovely words in her ear. But he couldn't. He had a task to complete, and they were watching.
He wobbled towards the machine, slid his hand out of the glove, and placed it upon the climax testing machine, as Joe called it. A loud beep came, followed by a red exclamation mark upon the display.
"Sample corrupted. Remove impurities or acquire a new sample."
Joe frowned at the message and clenched his jaws. The dirt. It was the dirt. He glared at the camera for a fleeting moment, wrapped a new pair of gloves onto his hands, and turned towards the squirming lioness. She only wanted to roll and bask in the afterglow, and those machines moaned and rattled like there was no tomorrow.
Joe cursed between his breath. He shuffled back to her, crouched in front of her still oozing slit, and froze as his gaze shifted to the switch on the side. That thing could free her. Free them both.
Escape plans whirled through his head, some half assed, other thoroughly detailed and accurate. He day-dreamed about them often, yet mere thoughts now made his temples throb and turned his knees to mush. The switch rested only an arm's length away, but pushing it was hard...so hard...
Joe gulped down a drop of saliva to wet his parched throat. His eyes darted from the lioness and the number nine etched upon her rump, to her still throbbing slit, and to the switch that released her of her bindings. She didn't deserve to be bound and teased. What kind of life was that? Joe closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and whispered. "I love you."
Then, he pressed the switch.
Nine perked up as the machines released her and retreated back into their sockets. Her amber eyes fixated on his, wide and pleading, as she got onto her feet.
Joe bit his lip."Go," he urged and pointed forward. "We're done here."
She huffed and shook her head.
Joe frowned and balled his hands into fists. "I'm done with you, Nine. We're done. They'll take you to the breeding pen to--"
Nine growled, turned around and licked at his brow.
Joe gasped at that slick, rough tongue brushing against his sweat drenched skin. It felt...warm! And rough and pleasant. He shuddered as a tingling jolt surged through his spine. Sudden strength flared through his limbs. His heart thundered in his chest, and his thoughts vanished like clouds after a storm. He knew what he had to do.
He had to escape with her.
Joe hurled himself forward, hit the switch from the inside to bring up the protective screen, and crawled through the narrow tunnel leading to her enclosure. Nine tilted her head at every step, a thin, sporadic growl rumbling in her throat.
"Faster," Joe urged. "I'm right behind you."
She continued to fret and pause until Joe touched her flank. "They'll come after us, Nine. The bad humans. Me good, they bad." He pushed her forward. The lioness whined, but complied and burst into her enclosure. She whirled on her feet and sat at the mouth of the tunnel. As soon as Joe perked his head outside, she assaulted him with tongue licks and nuzzles across his scruff.
"Later," Joe croaked, giving her a brief ruffle. "We can do this later."
She didn't want later. Once Joe crawled out, she wrapped her paws around his torso and dug her chin into his belly, sniffing and licking at his soaked shirt. Joe rubbed the sides of her muzzles with trembling fingers, and the lioness purred and gave him a curt lick before returning to her ministrations.
"Nine, nine, nine," Joe called until she perked her head. He pointed to the maple tree sprawling a mile away from her enclosure and somehow, the lioness understood. She jumped onto her fours and dashed towards the back gate, growling and prancing as Joe jogged the remaining distance. He slammed his bracelet against the door's scanner, and it clacked open.
"Hah," Joe giggled. His hours spent cleaning her pen finally paid off. "Ahead," he said to the lioness. "Run ahead." He pointed forward with both hands, until she bolted into that direction.
Joe's strides lessened to a stroll not even a quarter of a mile away. Spindly as he was, his constitution lacked proper exercise. He dug his fingers into his hazel curls and whispered a curse when Nine became a tawny splotch on the horizon. Joe sighed and dropped on his back to catch his breath.
He freed her. That's all that mattered. She was one of the few remaining lions on Earth, whereas he was nothing but a lean geek with no ambitions. He chanced a glance back when the sirens blared to life. Several dots appeared on the plains behind him, trained guards who ran this distance each morning. Joe scrambled to his knees, sighing a drawn-out huff. What point was there in running? He would just die tired.
A faint growl caught his attention. He whirled his head towards the source of the noise, and yelped when Nine's nose filled his mouth. She came back! Not only that, but her licks were filled with nourishing affection. Joe pushed her away gently, whispering praise, yet she swayed her head out of his grip to lick at him again.
"Leave," Joe spat through her tongue strokes. "It's you who is important. You who must escape."
She whined and settled her head in his lap. Joe scratched at her brow, smiling forcibly as her purr flared to life. "That's all I can give you, Tawny. Rubs and the promise of a better life. I...I tried."
The lioness cocked her head at the foreign name, and Joe leaned forward to plant a kiss upon her nose. "You deserve better than a lab name. For crying out loud, you're a freaking lioness!"
Her gaze shifted to the shouting guards behind. At least they didn't bring dogs, those lazy asses. Jenny filtered through her trainees, most likely, trying to comprehend which incompetent fool forgot a back door open. At least Joe had that going for him...
"Now go." He scratched her cheeks. "Don't let me slow you down. The faster you run, the better."
Tawny's eyes shifted onto his. She pushed herself onto her feet and motioned at her back.
Joe scratched the area she singled out, but the lioness snorted and swayed her head again.
"What do you--"
Joe's words cut off as Tawny straddled him for a fleeting moment before dropping onto her belly. She made the same gesture, growling and hissing.
Joe's eyes widened. "You want me to ride you?"
She moaned in approval.
Joe mounted her, fast and clumsy when the shouts grew in intensity. He wobbled when Tawny got onto her fours and staggered for a moment.
"I'm too heavy, this is too silly, I'll just..."
He trailed off as Tawny strode forward. Joe wrapped his arms tight around her neck and squeezed his thighs around her flanks. Emboldened by his strong grip, the lioness broke into a dash.
Joe's mouth hung. She was so strong! Her taut muscles rippled beneath him, and her paws tore clumps of grass. Joe listened her heave as he caressed her strained neck, offering whatever measure of comfort he could with each stride. They were farther from the facility, but not out of the danger zone yet.
"Only a little more," he whispered. "Just a little more."
Tawny didn't stop once the thick canopies of the maple trees cast their flickering shade upon them. She took upon a beaten path and ran. She ran until froth formed at the edges of her mouth, until her tongue lolled between her canines and her haunches trembled due to strain.
She collapsed at the base of a hill. Joe fell on the grass and rolled with the momentum until his back hit a tree. Pain didn't register. Adrenaline still flooded his system, and blood surged through his limbs. He somehow made it out of the facility, all thanks to his dear lioness. He strode towards her eagerly and cradled her head within his lap.
"You did great," he whispered as he caressed her neck and chin. "Better than I ever imagined. Yet we have to keep moving."
She whined and placed a paw onto his leg. Joe grabbed it, squeezing at her smooth, soft pads. They were so warm and so big! Broader than his palms combined. She shook it when Joe trailed along her central pad. Her toes flexed, and claws poked out of their sheaths.
Joe chuckled. "Ticklish, just like a cat. But we can't play right now." It stung a bit to deny Tawny a well earned rest. He got up and licked his lips, taking the lead. Tawny groaned behind him. Urging her walk after such a mad dash made his stomach churn.
They climbed the hill in front of them, descended it across a smooth slope, then crossed a gully and several thin streams. Tawny's purr returned to her throat while Joe's breath became ragged. She seemed to float onto her muscular limbs, and one stride of hers easily matched three of his. She rubbed against Joe and sprung forward, looking back at every step. Her whining was so cute, and she never dared venturing too far. Joe smiled at her and kept walking, admiring her form with every step she took. She was beautiful, and belonged in the wilds, with grass tickling her paws and wind ruffling through her fur. Joe tried to make plans, but every thought led back to his lioness, and that warm feeling rising inside his chest every time he gazed upon her.
He didn't realize how far they went until a hiss jerked him back to his senses.
Tawny stood on the bank of a sizeable river, shallow yet cold enough to give Joe pause. He drank his fill and splattered some on his sweat drenched face while Tawny lapped at its clear surface. The terrain rose and became rugged upstream, how much Joe couldn't tell. Downstream, the river widened.
And each side required time they didn't have.
"We have to cross it," Joe said.
Tawny dipped her paw into the water, growled and pulled it out in an instant to shake it. Joe crouched and hugged her fluffy neck, "You trusted me inside the facility. Trust me outside of it as well." He cupped an ear between his fingers and fondled it until her purr reverberated within his chest. Despite his rising apprehension, he played with her a little and distracted her from the whispering stream.
Once Tawny dropped on her belly, Joe crossed the river. He grit his teeth at its icy sting and pressed on until he made it to the other side.
"It's not that bad!" He shouted gleefully, motioning for her to join. Tawny didn't seem so enthusiastic. She paced around, moaning and whining. She called at him with soft roars that tore at Joe's heart.
"Cross it," Joe shouted. "It's just a shallow puddle. A quick dunk is all it takes..." his words trailed off. They felt weak, unnecessary. To combat her fear of water, Joe had to stir a deeper, more powerful fear within her.
The fear of being left alone.
"Fuck that," he turned his eyes away from her. His vision whirled at the thought, and he bit his lip so hard, he drew blood. After all she went through, is that how he repaid her loyalty?
Joe took a step forward before guilt paralyzed him. Then another, and another. Each stride put more distance between him and that dreadful place, where they made all sort of experiments--
A splash, followed by a roar interrupted his train of thought. Footsteps thumped behind him, and Tawny appeared at his side, drenched and shivering. He knelt before her, milking the water out of her thin fur and rubbing her shuddering muscles.
"I'm sorry," he kissed her cold nose. "I had no choice. It was the only way to keep us going, to get you far away from Nova and their wicked tests. It's for the better. I-"
Tawny nuzzled his neck, cutting off his words. Joe smiled. He almost teared up and choked when a broad lick washed across his face. Of course she understood. His Tawny was brave, and loyal, smarter and more affectionate than any wench he met at work. Joe gave her a quick kiss, tasting her wet lips before he pulled back, heart thundering in his chest. Tawny then began licking her drenched coat while Joe stared and realized something he has known for a long time.
He fell in love with a lioness, and he did it big time. Every part of her was beautiful and radiant, from that pink nose to the brown tuft of her tail. Biting his fist, Joe glanced at the evening sky, then back at her. It was getting too late, and they needed shelter. "We have to keep moving."
Once light dimmed and the sky turned purple, the wind acquired a bite. Each gust whipped at Joe's stiff, shivering form and urged another moan from the lioness. She wasn't used to forests and their lower temperatures, and her coat had yet to fully dry.
Joe found a slant at the base of a boulder, settled onto his side, and invited Tawny closer to him. Once she was close enough, he pulled her in a fierce hug. Her fur was cold, but the flesh underneath was warm and pleasant. Night almost fell upon them, and he had no means to light a fire, nor extra clothes to drape around her. Only his checkered shirt and frayed jeans. He lay on his side, and invited Tawny to do the same.
"Guess we'll use the old means to stay warm."
Tawny growled and lifted her head as Joe shifted his position. He pushed at her side until she raised her hind paw, then snuggled closer to her chest. Her muzzle hovered over his scalp as she nipped at his hair, then licked. Joe chuckled at the pleasant treatment and dug his hands into the fluff of her throat to rub and caress her. A gentle purr burst forth, and her paws wrapped around his back, kneading.
Joe laughed like an excited child. He never imagined the first female he cuddled with would be a lioness, yet it somehow felt more than right. They met daily, and Joe fingered her more times than he could count. Tawny could've slashed him open at any given time, yet she chose to stick with him, no matter what. She carried, cared, and loved Joe like one of her own. That was enough of a reason to love her, yet Joe had plenty more. Nobody at work was more understanding and affectionate than his Tawny. The lioness never screamed or vented at him. Her mere presence instilled tranquility, and Joe soon learned to trust her.
Now, that turned into something else entirely. Joe drew back his head to peer into her eyes. They glimmered like jewels in the fading light, with a warmth only he understood. She blinked, then darted her nose forward to plant a lick across his chin. Joe squeezed his eyes shut and took it without squirming or yelping. Whoever said lionesses didn't know how to kiss had never snuggled with one. He had to rub the sides of her muzzle to make her stop, and even then she still flicked her tongue at his wrists.
"You're...so....big!" He scratched between her whiskers, making her hackles raise. She looked quite threatening, but Joe knew better. He planted a kiss between her fangs, and took the upcoming tongue into his mouth. It bore a certain roughness. Feline tongues were like that, but the warmth registered on a deeper level. Joe closed his eyes, enjoying kiss after kiss until all he tasted and smelled of was lioness.
When her adventuring tongue poked out yet again, Joe used the moment of distraction to sink his face into the warm fur of her neck, to breathe in her sweet scent, to slide along her chin until his lips met her cold, soggy nose. He kissed it once, urging a snort from her. She licked it several times, shaking her head to dispel the itch.
"I won't do that again," Joe said as he kissed her cheek instead. "Promise."
Tawny's eyes shot open, and her hindquarters shook. Joe rolled to the side to allow her to get up. He noticed why right away. Her heat trickled from her swollen lips all the way down to his shins, forming a thin, dark patch upon their smooth surface.
"You got a bit worked up there..."Joe shuddered when her eyes fixated on him and a thin growl escaped her. "We're not in that facility anymore. We don't necessarily--"
His words cut off as her hindquarters swayed playfully. Her tail swished from side to side, tufted tip twitching as she dipped her head to nip at his belt buckle. Joe's eyes became the size of dinner plates. He didn't expect her to be so direct!
"H--hey, I'm not sure--"
Tawny growled, glanced at him, then resumed her quest. She pushed, pulled, and nibbled at his zipper with fangs longer than his own bloody hands. Blood rushed to Joe's cheeks as her prodding stirred his member. He turned erect in mere moments, and the lioness' hot breath upon his loins only made it worse.
"Stop." He placed a hand on her brow and caressed her chin with the other. Tawny shook free of his grip and returned to his bulge.
"Stop, you lustful beast!"
She perked up at his raised voice, and Joe rubbed her between the whiskers to show he didn't mean harm. "I know you want me. Just...give me a moment."
He worked with slow, tantalizing movements. He was going to do it. All the fantasies he went through day by day were about to become reality. Joe blinked. His head was pounding with excitement, and he felt light headed. Tawny tilted her head when he removed his belt, moaned when he lowered the zipper, and poked her nose forward when Joe slid down his jeans. His erection burst through, bulged and rock hard. She dabbed at it with her nose, eliciting a wince from Joe. She moaned as she took in the scents with several whiffs. Her tongue shot out, but only the barbless tip brushed against Joe's sensitive penis.
"Agh!" he drew back with a throb. The lioness snarled, analyzing his taste, then sprawled on her side, one hind paw aloft to expose her trembling slit to him.
Joe's cheeks seared. He panted, harder than ever. She was all exposed, waiting for him to take her in any way he wanted. Joe dropped on his knees and stared straight at her slit. Her lips were drowned in arousal, and every twitch of tail made them shudder. Joe whirled his tongue around his mouth twice, then dug in.
That sweet, pungent smell rammed his nostrils and latched onto his mouth as he kissed the lioness' nether lips. She was warmer than she looked, and exceedingly wet. Joe slurped the excess fluid, swallowing it in one go. It had a delicious, fertile fragrance to it, one that aroused him to no end. He pressed his hungry tongue against her lips, then pushed deeper. Tawny kicked her paw. She moaned and shuddered, taken aback by the sudden invasion. Her sanctuary squelched and shook around the wriggling tongue, drawing it in. Joe complied. He pressed the tip as deep as he could, kissing and slurping the delicious sex of his dear mate. He envied the lions that tasted their females up until this moment.
Taking a deep breath, Joe drew back. He took several gulps of air, then dove back in, tasting her until she climaxed. The riptide took him by surprise. The spurts squirted straight into his mouth. He suckled desperately, tickling her until she spent her liquid lust.
"Gah," Joe took a deep breath and smacked his moist lips together. "You taste divine."
Tawny moaned softly. Her flanks shook with the aftermath of the orgasm, but she still looked at him expectantly.
"I knew you'd want more."
She moaned again, slightly more desperate. Joe couldn't complain. He almost hit his peak sucking her cunt. He padded closer to her chest, pushing each paw aside until he found a proper mating position. Tawny's eyes followed his every movement, and whenever he paused, her tail slapped against his neck to get him moving. She moved her head in an up and down motion when Joe's throbbing member stood inches away from her quivering slit.
The lioness curled her tail around his shoulders and pressed, hard enough to get the point across. Her muffled growl confirmed her need, and Joe was most eager to sate her urge. He waited a throb, then thrust into the warmest thing he had the pleasure of penetrating.
He gasped over the female's drawn out growl and sank deeper into her slick, squirming depths. She felt warmer than ever, and as tight as he remembered! Joe shut his eyes and clenched his teeth at the scalding stimulation. Her gentle squeezes drew a moan out of Joe as he slid his whole length into her, his jaws tight as pure bliss spiked through him. His knees gave in, and fell upon her soft, warm belly.
"I-I..." He couldn't finish.
Tawny growled and pressed her front paws upon his shoulders, kneading with a soft, steady motion. Joe tried to caress her chest, yet his demanding throbs, combined with her shuddering insides, forced his fingers to clench inwards. He grabbed her fur in a claw-like grip and muffled his upcoming surge of delight. It felt too intense. Too warm. Too tight.
Joe pulled out. His member bobbed and pulsated, and every muscle in his body felt stiff. And numb. Or both. The intense pleasure clouded his vision, and he scrunched his eyes shut as he pierced his mate once again.
She welcomed him with the same burning warmth and increased vigor. She squeezed harder this time, and a loose jet of fluids met his engorged tip just as it spewed its pre. Joe screamed. The elation brought him far too close to the brink of release. He bit his upper lip and sucked in a deep breath to suppress the fire building within the base of his shaft, yet the rocking motion of her hindquarters, combined with the gentle caress of her rippling nether depths proved much too stimulating.
Joe tightened his grip, drew back, and thrust in a fast, repetitive and squelching motion. His balls slapped against her slick lips, making both partners shiver with lust. She was tight, and moist, and lovely and hot. So hot! Joe squeezed his eyes. He felt every muscle on his body tensing. He picked up his pace, pounding her in his earnest. He wanted her first to be special. Deep. Thrilling, just like in his fantasies. Each stroke became quicker and shallower than the last. His member swelled to the point of no return within her, and Tawny yowled and clamped down upon him. The extra pressure upon Joe's sensitive tip overwhelmed his senses and shattered his defenses. He was going to break loose into her, and there was no stopping to the flood.
"I-I...." He choked on his climax before he could voice out his burning feelings.
With a last thrust, Joe loosened himself inside his mate. He released his all consuming torrent inside his lioness, moaning over Tawny's high pitched growl as spurt after blissful spurt left his blood engorged member to splash along her groping muscles. He growled and roared like one of her own males as he buried himself deep inside her. Filling his lioness felt like nothing else. He unleashed into her again and again, spurting his seed all over her tunnel. Her steady ripples prolonged his orgasm until stars speckled his vision and his stomach churned from the bliss surging through his frame.
When the terrible pressure finally collapsed upon itself, Joe crashed upon her belly, breathing hard and fast while she milked his last faint spurts. Her eyes bore into his, half lidded with contentment. Joe smiled a half smile and reached towards her nose. Her purr deepened as she closed her eyes and licked at his frail fingers.
"I love you," Joe whispered, kissing her chest. "I love you more than anything," his voice crackled with emotion. It felt delightful to voice his feelings, butu somehow even those felt insignificant compared to her warm, broad licks.
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