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Dustin shifted in the small chair he was sitting on. For the twentieth time in the last hour he pulled at the neck of his shirt. The damn thing was choking him slowly! Though Dustin wasn't a particularly tall human, the white, button-up fancy shirt he was wearing was definitely a size too small for him. It hug his chest and stomach in a tight fit and felt very constricting around his neck. Lucky for him, he was fit enough to pull that off without it looking weird. Dustin wasn't wearing a proper suit, but a formal shirt and pants were the bare minimum of a dress code one would expect from someone starting on a new job in a corporate office. Of course the clothes wouldn't fit properly since they had belonged to his younger brother before him. Dustin would have to get new clothes more of his size if he was going to be wearing these every day, the young man thought.

"Ok, let's see… Dustin?"

With his name called out, Dustin's eyes shot up. The office secretary that had asked him to wait while she sorted a few things out was smiling at him. Her name was Sally, as she had introduced herself when he arrived, and she was pretty cute for a fox.

"Yeah?" Dustin asked, nervously.

"Ready for your office tour?" The fox was all smiles, giving off a gentle vibe that did calm him down a little.

"That would be nice," Dustin answered with a smile, standing up. She spun on her chair, walking around and out of the circular desk she had been sitting at and then, when she stood by Dustin's side, he was amazed to see just how short she was. Dustin's size was really average at just about 6 feet, but the vixen must have had no more than 5 feet. Dustin smiled. Interacting with furs was always weird like that. Sally herself must have been pretty used to being shorter than everyone else because she just smiled up at him and motioned him to follow her.

With the fox's bushy tail ahead of him, they went through the doors leading into the main office. It wasn't as big as Dustin had imagined it, but there was a wide array of cubicles around the main room, most of them with people or furs inside busy with their own work. The sound of phones ringing and people speaking filled the air, but the place still had a nice, very business-like ambience to itself.

"I won't introduce you to everyone since that would take all day, but you'll meet them as you go," Sally said in her usual friendly tone, continuing to walk forward. "You'll be helping the accountants, so there's really only two or three people you'll be interacting with on a daily basis."

Dustin nodded. He tugged at his tight shirt one more time as he walked, eyes shooting back and forth with curiosity. The fox led him to yet another room, smaller, but where the cubicles were larger. The accountant department, as she had introduced it. She showed Dustin his own cubicle which had a pretty nice level of privacy and space considering he was just starting off as a junior. She also introduced him to the other accountants: two humans like himself and a somewhat taller wolf.

She was remarkably friendly and easy to talk to. Sally led him through the other offices and departments just so he could have a notion of what was what. The sales department, the warehouse, H.R., all the usual stuff. The more they walked, the more comfortable Dustin grew. He was already starting to like the place and had a good feeling about working there.

They were on their way back to the accountant office when Dustin, distracted talking to the fox, took a sharp turn and found himself walking nose-first into a wall he could swear hadn't been there before. The human grunted, stumbled back and almost fell, but then something large grabbed one of his arms and kept him steady.

"Ow..." Dustin complained and, when his nose stopped hurting he finally opened his eyes to make sense of what had happened.

"Gotta watch your step, boy. You alright?" The voice that asked him was deep, carrying what could only be described as almost a growly tone behind it. Dustin blinked to realize that he indeed hadn't hit a wall at all. It did feel a little fluffy, after all. Instead, in front of him, stood the biggest, tallest lion he had ever seen.

Unlike him, the lion was wearing a suit, but patches and bits of his golden colored fur could still be seen here and there through the buttons of his shirt on. Dustin had to look up to get a good look at his majestic mane, soft and combed, coming out of the neck of his shirt in perfect array with the black, stylish and expensive looking suit.

That was nicely paired with a neat pair of black pants, but as Dustin's eyes continued to trail downwards, he found his eyes locked on something else. Unlike him, who wore shoes, furs usually didn't bother with that and, though Sally hadn't been wearing any either, it was just natural. Dustin hadn't even noticed it. This time, however? The lion's hind paws were definitely in scale with the lion's large size, two perfect golden foot paws complete with fine looking perfectly polished claws and everything.

Just as he was taller than the fox, this lion was also way bigger than he was. Big even for a lion, Dustin was certain. He had seen plenty of larger furs before, but it had been a while since he had seen one from so damn close. Dustin judged that he must have been at the very least 7 feet tall. His head only went up to the lion's broad, large chest.

"You hurt?" The lion asked again in that same deep voice. Dustin blinked again and realized he hadn't said anything. Both the lion and Sally were staring at him. His eyes shot back up from the lion's paws and, blushing, he quickly shook his head.

"Oh no! No, it- it's nothing. I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking and I didn't think..." Dustin felt himself blushing harder, his face growing hot as he spoke, but he stopped when the lion started chuckling. Even that had a deep, low, powerful tone to itself.

"It's alright. Just watch where you're going, huh?" Though Dustin smiled politely, he felt his face growing even hotter. The lion continued. "I don't believe we've met?"

Before Dustin could pull himself together to say anything, the fox stepped up to do the honors.

"Mister Alaric, this is Dustin. He's the new accountant hire that was meant to come this month. Dustin, this is Alaric, the Senior Manager of the whole branch."

Manager? Dustin's face continued to be as red as before and, this time, he quickly lowered his eyes. That meant that he had just stumbled nose first onto his boss.

"Pleasure to meet you, Dustin. Not much of a talker, are you?" Alaric said with amusement in his strong voice. Dustin didn't think he could grow any more red, but after that comment, he did.

"I… I, uhh, no. I mean, yes, I mean… It's nice to meet you, sir. A pleasure to meet you. I look forward to working here." Dustin made an effort to glance up after his embarrassing stuttering only to meet the big lion's eyes staring down at him with a smirk. He quickly looked away again, which made, for some reason, Alaric chuckle again.

"Yes, indeed. I'm sure I'll see you around, then." With a tap on Dustin's shoulder, Alaric stepped around him to continue down the hallway they had come from. Dustin opened his mouth to say something else, but by the time he was able to find words to say, Alaric was already gone, leaving him standing there with an embarrassed, red face.

"Shall we move on?" Sally said with a giggle. Dustin gave her an embarrassed nod and started walking forward again, but he couldn't help glance back the hallway. He was surprised to see the lion looking back at him as well. Again, for a split second, their eyes met, but Dustin didn't have the courage to let it linger. He quickly turned his head head away and walked faster with his heart pounding.

After the unusual and rather embarrassing event of meeting his boss in an awkward way, the rest of the tour, and the day, went by normally. The stress of learning a thousand new things in a single day took Dustin's mind off the large lion, at least until the day was over. At night, however, lying on his bed in his simple urban apartment Dustin found himself going over the meeting over and over again. Each time, he found himself blushing thinking about how stupidly he had acted. So much for first impressions. Ultimately, he decided it didn't matter. No use dwelling on something that had already happened.

The second day in his new job went by uneventful, as did the third and the fourth. On the fifth day, Dustin got a chance to talk to Alaric for the second time as he found the lion grabbing coffee just as he was about to. This time he was able to keep himself cool enough to have an actually normal conversation with the lion. They exchanged a few pleasantries, Alaric asked about his work in accounting and everything went well. Dustin left with his coffee pleased with himself. As the rest of the week went by, he saw Alaric quite a few times around the office and even delivered a folder of reports to the lion's office himself once managing another pleasant interaction.

Despite how intimidating the large lion looked, he was quite friendly and always polite. Dustin realized that that was almost a requirement in a business environment, but the lion did make him feel comfortable even despite the difference in hierarchy between them. It was in the eighth day working there that Dustin met Alaric again by the water cooler. The lion was impossible to miss due to his size, but as soon as Dustin spotted him filling up cup with water he smiled, approaching the lion.

"Too hot for coffee today, right?" Dustin commented with a polite smile, taking a cup and waiting for Alaric to be done. The large lion turned towards him and smiled right back.

"Try having a layer of fur underneath the suit during this summer and you'll see what's heat," Alaric shot back. He brought another cup to his muzzle and drank, then started filling it up again. The lion held the small cups with only two claws and it was no wonder he needed to have a few to cool off, given his size.

"Yeah, well, at least here we have the aircon to keep things nice and cool. Try spending the night in a hot apartment without so much as a fan that works."

Alaric looked at him. He chuckled, then motioned for Dustin to get a cup of water of his own. Dustin politely accepted.

"You don't have aircon at your place?" Alaric asked, amusement in his deep voice again.

"It's at the top of my priority list," Dustin replied. "The fan was holding out just fine, until it wasn't. Now it's just hellishly hot all the time." The human drank from the cool cup of water with immense satisfaction.

"Well, I can fix it for you, then." Dustin almost choked on his water when Alaric said it. He had to put it down, bringing a hand up to prevent water from drooling down on his shirt.

"I'm sorry?" He asked, confused. Surely Alaric couldn't mean…

"Yeah. Believe it or not I used to work as a mechanic when I was younger. I've got a knack for these things. I can swing by your place and fix it for you tonight without a problem."

Dustin felt the same blush from the first day returning. Wasn't that way out of business boundaries?

"Oh. Oh, you don't have to trouble yourself wi-"

"Nonsense. I insist." Alaric said, cutting him off with a wave of his large hand. "Where do you live?"

"I- err. It's… Glensdale, the apartment complex by Third Street, but-"

"Great. I know the way. How about tonight? I gotta stay in to make sure the warehouse deliveries go through, but I can be there, say… by eight? Or do you already have plans for tonight?"

"No, I don't have plans," Dustin said, still dumbfounded. "But I don't kn-"

"Great. It's set, then. I'll text you when I arrive. Really, it's no trouble at all. Always a pleasure to help."

Alaric put a hand on his shoulder again, giving it what Dustin swore was a little squeeze, then turned around to walk away. Dustin wanted to protest again but, somehow, things were already set and done. He had no choice but to walk back to his own office now increasingly nervous about having his boss visit his place at night.

That day Dustin managed to get off work a little bit earlier. He rushed back to his apartment to get things ready for the night. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought that he would be receiving his boss there the next day, so there was plenty to do. The roughly four hours Dustin had between work and Alaric's visit he spent cleaning and tidying up the place so that he at least wouldn't look like so much of a slop. By seven, he got a text from Alaric, to which he nervously replied his address again and apartment number. Dustin put on a clean shirt and a brand new pair of pants, but his attempts to look good and decent were sort of thwarted by the very reason Alaric was coming by: the heat.

By the time the intercom ringed, Dustin was a panting mess. He was starting to sweat as he rushed to tidy up the pillows on the couch to make sure everything was clean and proper for his boss. Dustin jumped when he heard a heavy knock on his door. He straightened himself up, took a deep breath and went to the door to open it.

"Good evening, Dustin," Alaric greeted him with a genuine smile. The large lion looked just as splendid as always. He was wearing his usual black suit with a white shirt tucked in beneath it, tie and everything. The lion's smile alone was enough to dissipate most of Dustin's anxiety. Why had he even been nervous in the first place? Alaric was a great guy and he had offered to come himself.

"Good evening! Thank you so much for doing this," Dustin replied politely, stepping aside to let the lion in. He chuckled at how Alaric was so big he had to duck just a little to avoid hitting his head on the doorway. "You must be hot with all of that on! Can I take your coat?"

The lion chuckled with that heavier tone of his. With a polite "please" he accepted it, though Dustin couldn't quite reach up to his shoulders to help him take it off despite his attempts to do so. That brought another chuckle from the lion. Alaric's coat still brushed against the floor when set on his much smaller coat hanger by the entrance. The lion looked even more handsome with nothing but the white button-up shirt hugging his broad, fluffy chest.

"You have a very nice place," the lion commented. That brought a small blush from Dustin. Maybe the cleaning up had been worth it after all.

"Thanks! It's not much, but it's enough. Please, come in! Make yourself at home." The human lead the way, gesturing towards the living room. Alaric wiped his large, bare paws on the small welcome mat by the door before stepping in. Dustin couldn't quite tell what felt so perfect about them. Maybe just the fact that Alaric was able to walk barefooted like that everywhere? It had always been something Dustin had been mildly curious about. Not that it was something appropriate to ask one's boss, of course.

"You live alone? No girlfriends? Boyfriends? Roommates?" The lion asked, moving on to sit on his couch. Alaric alone took two seats from the three-seat couch, so Dustin decided to sit down at the chair by its side.

"Oh no, no boyfriends or anything. All alone. I had a roommate in my other apartment, but that wasn't a very good experience." Dustin was starting to remember why he liked Alaric so much. Talking to him was so easy! He had to laugh a little himself at how the big lion was trying to make himself comfortable on his much smaller couch. "I'm sorry, I'm not used to receiving guests," Dustin continued noticing his trouble. He wanted to say larger guests, but he left that bit out.

"It's fine. I'm used to it, trust me. So, I see what you meant about the heat! Where's that blasted thing?"

"Oh!" Dustin got up right away. He almost forgot the whole point of Alaric being there. "Right! I'll go get it, be right back!"

He left Alaric chuckling behind him to go grab the fan. Ten minutes later, Dustin had the broken fan set up on the coffee table in the middle of the living room with his old box of tools by its side.

"When I try to turn it on it does this weird noise and doesn't spin. I was afraid I'd make things worse if I kept it on, so I didn't," Dustin explained. Alaric got on his knees in front of it and started rummaging through his toolbox.

"It's probably something loose inside it," Alaric explained. "They shake if you keep them on high for too long and sometimes these things happen. It happened to the old one I had at least a dozen times."

Dustin was thoroughly impressed by how well the lion handled the whole thing. Though he had to use his screwdriver with the tips of his clawed fingers, Alaric managed masterfully. It didn't take twenty minutes and both of them let out a small cheer when the fan started turning again with Alaric turning it on. Even the small breeze of the lowest setting already felt like a blessing inside the hot apartment.

"Oh, thank you so much! I was having trouble even sleeping with all this heat," Dustin quickly said.

"It's nothing. Just glad I could help." Alaric set the tools back into the box and put them away dusting his hands off as he stood up. Dustin still felt like he owed the lion, though. He had just been so nice! A quick thought crossed his mind and made him smile.

"I need to thank you, really. Why don't you stay over for dinner? I was already planning on cooking and I have plenty. It's the least I can do."

Somehow, Alaric didn't seem surprised by the offer. The lion just offered him another one of his friendly smiles.

"Are you sure? Am I not troubling you?" The lion politely asked.

"Not at all! Please, I am the one who insists this time. You must stay."

Dustin was pleased with himself when Alaric agreed to it. It felt right. After exchanging a few more polite pleasantries, Dustin head off to the kitchen to start up the cooking. He was already planning to make one of his spaghetti servings for himself tonight, so all he had to do was increase the portions. Just to be sure, he decided to make enough for three considering Alaric's size.

From that point forward, it wasn't long until they were both sitting on Dustin's small kitchen table while dinner was in the making. Dustin had to get up to taste test or spice something up on occasion, but talking got easier and easier. Without a doubt the cheap wine Dustin pulled out was also a big facilitator in that regard. The human grew more and more comfortable, forgetting Alaric was his boss and just basking on the lion's friendly attitude. He chuckled when he observed how Alaric barely fit in his small table chair when the lion shifted around in it.

"So, how big are you anyways? Seven feet? I've never been friends with a big fur before!" Dustin said that laughing and sipping on his glass of wine. Alaric was amused by the question, too.

"Seven and a half feet of pure fur," the lion said with a wink. Alaric too seemed to be much more comfortable, even if Dustin really didn't think he had ever seen him as something that he would call 'uncomfortable'.

"Whoa. And I used to be proud of my six feet," Dustin said, joking. He heard the water starting to boil up hard and got up to take care of his precious spaghetti. It was good enough for him to start serving it up on plates.

"I'm really used to it. Did you know that Sally has a small step stool by the side of my office desk just so she can reach it to leave documents there?" Alaric himself chuckled as he said that. Dustin had a bit of a laugh imagining the small fox having to pull up a step stool to reach Alaric's big, wide desk. He had seen it himself, it made sense! "Don't tell her I told you this," the lion quickly added with a bit of a grin. "Plus, there are a lot of advantages to being big."

Dustin glanced back at Alaric to see that the lion's grin hadn't faded. He deemed the spaghetti well cooked and started serving it up on plates.

"Like reaching the cookie jar on the highest cabinet." Dustin said with a smirk of his own.

"Sure, let's say it's that."

When Dustin turned around with Alaric's plate he thought he saw something else in the smirk the lion gave him, but he quickly discarded it. He set the plate down full of spaghetti covered in his famous red sauce and added the small last pinch of pepper right there on the spot.

"I hope you like it, it's an old recipe, but it's worth it!"

Alaric seemed to like it alright. The lion thanked him and ate with remarkable eagerness. Dustin prepared his own plate and sat down to eat as well. The two engaged in more casual chatter, mostly with Alaric telling him quirks about work. The dinner was going perfectly well, Dustin thought, at least until some of Alaric's spaghetti slid down his fork. It all happened in half a second, but Dustin almost choked on his own food when he saw the big splatter of red sauce falling down on Alaric's expensive, pristine white business shirt.

"Oh, damn it," the lion himself cursed, yet even that sounded collected in his deep voice. Dustin, on the other hand, stood up right away.

"Oh no! That's gonna stain!" He approached to take a closer look. The splatter was big and right over the lion's chest. Anxiety washed over Dustin again! He felt a little guilty for serving spaghetti.

"I'm sure it'll come off if I wash it a few times," the lion said, unsure. He used a claw to try and clean it up but was only making things worse. Dustin suspected he didn't have much experience with laundry himself.

"Not once it's settled in." Dustin stared at the stain. That shirt was probably worth all of his put together! "We need to wash it now, while it's still fresh! Take it off, I'll put it in my washer and it should be good by the end of the night!"

Dustin spoke with such urgency that it took him a few seconds to notice that Alaric wasn't moving. He was just staring at him. That's when it hit him that he had just asked his boss to take off his shirt out of nowhere. A deep, deep blush came over Dustin's face and he stammered, taking a step back.

"I- I mean, only if you're- you know!" Much to his relief, a big smile came over Alaric's furry muzzle alongside a chuckle. Dustin smiled awkwardly himself, and then the lion started unbuttoning his shirt with remarkable claw dexterity.

"I would appreciate it very much." Alaric kept smiling at him, opening his shirt to reveal his golden-furred, broad furry chest. Dustin stared at it with wonder. The lion wasn't exactly muscular, but he had a well defined toning that not even his fur could hide. His chest was broad, his stomach was well defined and even his arms showed a little bit of muscle. Alaric was in amazing shape considering he was probably in his mid thirties. Dustin forced himself to stop staring when the shirt was offered up to him.

Still blushing wildly, he took the shirt and practically ran out of the room. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea, after all. Inside the very modest 'laundry room' he had in his apartment with nothing but the washing machine and a mess of clothes and cleaning products, Dustin had some time to recover. The thought of the shirtless lion lingered in his head, but he took a deep breath, tried to calm down and focused on the task at hand. He pre soaked the shirt while preparing the washing machine and then put it inside with a generous amount of cleaning products. Hopefully the stain would be gone. After turning the machine back on he returned to the room more calm and collected.

As soon as he arrived at the kitchen, however, Dustin realized that no amount of preparing would make this easier. Alaric was still sitting right there, shirtless and eating calmly. The lion looked up at him when he returned and that was enough to make Dustin blush again right away. Alaric sat with his back straight and his chest on full display, the golden fur leading up to his mane a truly majestic sight.

"Think it's gonna work?" The lion asked, though he did smirk as well. Dustin thought he might have noticed him staring again, so he quickly averted his eyes and cleared his throat, moving to sit back in his place as if nothing had happened.

"Err, y-yeah. Yes. I think it's gonna work. We'll see, just gotta wait for the washing machine to do its work." Dustin spoke purposely keeping his eyes at anything but the lion, even when he heard a deep chuckle from Alaric. He picked up his fork and went back to eating himself, though he was feeling anything but hungry now. Things had been running so smoothly before! Why did they feel awkward now?

"So, uhh… I'd offer to let you borrow one of my shirts, but..." This time Dustin did look up at Alaric. The lion was still smirking at him, eyes fixated and staring at him in such an intense way that Dustin could feel his face burning. The lion laughed at the idea.

"I'd probably get no more than an arm in them," he joked. Dustin laughed awkwardly too, but his face was still hot. He was having other kinds of problems. Before, he had never really thought about Alaric in any way that was… unprofessional. Well, that'd be a lie. He did think about that, but in the same way as one thinks about a famous celebrity or particularly hot fictional character. Like something you just picture for pleasure. It had never occurred to Dustin that the big lion would be sitting right in his kitchen with his shirt off.

Of course, those thoughts were pointless. He was only shirtless because his shirt was stained, nothing else. Dustin's brain knew that, but other parts of him apparently didn't. The human pressed his legs together because the business pants and underwear he was wearing didn't do a very good job hiding the erection he had going on in there, as he himself could see glancing down under the table. He shoved another mouthful of spaghetti in his mouth trying to will his dick to calm down, to think about anything else, but no matter where he looked the shirtless form of Alaric was always within his peripheral vision. Plus, it'd be rude to keep his head completely away from his guest.

"Are you alright, Dustin?" The sudden question brought Dustin's full attention back to Alaric. He had been acting weird enough for the lion to notice! Dustin choked a little on the bits of food he still had in his mouth, but quickly washed it away with a sip of wine from his glass.

"I- Yes! Yes, of course! It's nothing!" Dustin tried to smile, tried to keep a brave face on, but he was fully aware of how hard he was blushing. Alaric was staring at him again.

"I see," the lion said. "I understand." Dustin wasn't entirely sure about what Alaric meant by that, but he was just glad to be out of the woods. The lion picked up his glass of wine still halfway full and, in one single movement, downed the whole rest of the contents in one go. He brought a paw up to gracefully wipe his muzzle after he did that, but then he offered the empty glass up to Dustin. "Would it be rude of me to ask for a refill?"

There was a new tone in Alaric's voice. Something.. different, but hardly recognizable in that throaty tone of his. Dustin shrugged it off as his imagination, quickly nodding.

"Yeah, of course," he said before thinking. A quick glance around the table reminded him that the bottle of wine had been left on the kitchen counter rather than at the table and then, Dustin hesitated. He pressed his legs together even harder. Alaric, however, was staring at him and waiting. He saw a tiny hint of a smirk appearing there as if the lion knew about his affliction. He couldn't though, could he? No. Still, Dustin had little choice. Blushing just as hard as before, he stood up.

In a lame, awkward attempt, he spun to just try and keep his crotch away from the lion. The whole attempt resulted in a deeply embarrassing, yet quick trip back and forth with Dustin walking funny. He thought that maybe he had been able to conceal the bulge of his hard cock pressed against his thigh inside his pants. The lion kept his eyes on him the whole time and, as far as Dustin had seen it, they hadn't shifted down to his crotch at any time, so when he finally finished filling up the lion's glass with wine and set the bottle back down on the table, he quickly moved to sit back down. Dustin cursed himself. Each interaction with the lion had been more awkward than the last.

"This is good wine," Alaric commented. Dustin saw that he was still staring at him, but the lion calmly brought the glass back to his lips to sip at it again. Dustin was looking at him trying to think of a way to reply to that that didn't reveal it was the cheapest one he could find at the local market. He saw it all happen with clarity. Alaric was holding the glass of wine right there and slowly, clearly on purpose tipped it to the side. Wine ran down from the glass landing right over the lion's leg, staining his pants. Dustin's eyes went wide again, but this time he didn't say anything. He didn't know how to react! Why…?

"Woops," Alaric said in a tone that didn't sound guilty at all. The lion, still calmly, set the glass down on the table and pushed his chair back to stand up. There it was, a big, ugly stain of wine in the lion's perfect, silky black business pants. "Just look at that, what a disaster." Again, Alaric said that in an almost ironic way.

"Th-that's gonna stain too! Wine stains are hard to clean up," Dustin quickly said. "I'm- I'm sorry I d-" Though he hardly even knew what to say in that situation, he had to stop right away when he saw what came next.

Alaric didn't even hesitate. His hands came up and undid his belt in a single motion, then he gracefully pulled his pants down. Below the waist, Alaric was just as perfect as above it. He was wearing a pair of black boxer briefs that clung tight to his fur, also featuring a hefty bulge that matched the lion's large size between his legs. Unlike Dustin, however, he wasn't hard as a rock. Dustin could just see the perfect curve of the lion's soft member resting inside his underwear. Alaric stepped out of his pants and picked them up, proceeding to fold them neatly. Dustin, however, was still at a loss of words.

"I suppose we should wash those too," the lion just said. He still sounded calm! Dustin, on the other hand, was anything but calm. His heart was thumping in his chest and his face felt like it was on fire. He could feel the small spot of dampness he was creating in his underwear, too.

"I… I- I d- I..." Dustin stammered, but nothing came out. He swallowed hard, trying to pick himself up, but Alaric just chuckled. He approached and, as he came closer, Dustin found himself at eye level with the lion's crotch. He tried not to stare, he really did.

"It's alright, Dustin. I can see how much you want it." This time, Dustin's eyes went up to Alaric's, only to follow them down to the obscenely large bulge of his hard cock inside his pants. He quickly brought his hands over it to hide it, but that too had Alaric just laughing.

"I swear it's not- I mean, it's not like that!" Dustin quickly said in a helpless attempt to ease up his embarrassment. Alaric, however, just extended one of his large paws towards him.

"I said it's alright, didn't I? Come." The lion said that with a different tone. It was similar to how he spoke in the office, Dustin noticed, yet at the same time it was different. It was almost… commanding. Dustin found himself slightly intimidated by it as he hesitantly brought his hand up to take Alaric's paw. Immediately he was pulled up to his feet. Not guided, pulled. The large lion didn't let go of his paw, but turned around and started guiding, or rather, pulling him out of the kitchen. His long furry tail swishing back and forth in a low pace behind him.

"Where are we…? I mean, what..." Dustin started to ask, but he really didn't have to. His apartment wasn't big by any means and after just a few moments they arrived at his own bedroom. He hadn't really counted on Alaric coming into his room, so he hadn't exactly cleaned it up properly. It was relatively small with a couple's size bed in a corner, a nightstand, a large wardrobe for his clothes and a desk with his closed laptop over it. Alaric ducked down to get past the doorway without hitting his head and pulled him inside, directing him towards the bed, then pulling him towards it. Alaric sat at the edge of his bed, which creaked loudly under his weight, and looked at him.

The lion still had that very small hint of a smirk all over his muzzle, which somehow only made Dustin even more uncomfortable.

"I know your type, Dustin," Alaric said. He sounded almost playful, but his voice was so intense. Dustin looked at him, not entirely sure what the lion meant, but then those large paws came to him again. This time, they grabbed both of Dustin's hands, pulling them up, then placing the human's hands right against that powerful chest of his. Dustin pretty much gasped. He was thoroughly and completely embarrassed, but Alaric's fur felt so soft. It must have been well cared for, he thought, as he gave it the lighter of squeezes. Beneath it, however, he could feel the hardness of muscle. Dustin's cock jumped in his pants.

"This is what you want," Alaric said. It wasn't a question this time, it was a statement. Dustin looked up at him, but found himself without words again. There was no use in denying it. He saw Alaric glance down towards the bulge in his pants again. Still, it was crazy! He hadn't ever even asked if Alaric had a preference for males or anything, nor had the lion asked him anything of the sort. Not that he had to. And worse of all, Alaric was his boss! Dustin thought about a million things that could go wrong about this and felt himself growing more and more nervous.

Alaric might have sensed that, however, for he slowly guided Dustin's hands down, letting him feel up the fur of his chest, then guiding the human's hands down to his well defined abdomen. Dustin's thoughts went straight back to Alaric's perfect form and this time, he couldn't help but let out a small whiny sound that was almost a moan. That made Alaric smirk. The lion finally let go of his hands, but not before pushing Dustin back a step.

"Strip." There it was again. That ordering, yet smooth tone that made Dustin blush. He felt a rush of… something go through him. He couldn't quite place it, but it made his cock throb again, one more drop of precum coming to stain his underwear. Still, when the actual command finally registered in Dustin's head, his eyes grew a little wider.

"Wh- Are you sure? I mean, I… This isn't… appropriate?" Dustin cleared his throat. Even he could hear how meek he sounded.

"I'm not wearing clothes. It's not fair that you get to wear them." The lion was still as calm and collected as he had been when he arrived at the apartment. Hell, it was as if he was discussing business papers back at the office, but then his tone changed again. "Take off your clothes."

Dustin couldn't help it. In his head, something told him to say no. To argue, to make a point of what a terrible idea this could be. Another part of him, one that spoke much louder, felt entirely different. It was that part that guided his trembling hand up to start unbuttoning his shirt, one button after another. He saw the large lion staring at his chest. The shirt opened, little by little, revealing his plain white chest and slender form. Dustin had no impressive muscles like Alaric did, no golden colored fur, anything. And yet, when the last button popped open he could see the lion licking his lips while he stared. It was quick and subtle, but Alaric's expression looked almost predatory. As if he was a wild, hungry lion staring at his dinner.

Still, he didn't rush Dustin even as the human hesitated for a few seconds before pulling his shirt off and letting it fall on the floor. Not even as Dustin hesitated some more before working on his belt, taking that off as well, and then finally pulling his pants down. As he stepped off of them, he was right back at blushing. Unlike Alaric's perfect, dignified appearance, Dustin was wearing light blue boxer briefs that had an embarrassing black stain right at the tip of what was obviously the clear outline of his hard cock. One of his hands came right down to cover it, but the large lion brought his own paw up and, with a single clawed finger, stopped that hand from reaching the bulge it wanted to cover. Dustin didn't fight it as the lion slowly pushed his hand away, understanding the message. No covering. In nothing but his underwear, Dustin stood there like a puddle of embarrassment on full display for his boss.

Alaric took a few moments to appreciate the bulge, which was something he made no effort to hide. Finally, however, he pointed at it.

"I said all clothes," the lion simply said. Dustin's heart jumped again. Alaric wanted him to be naked?

"But you're weari-" Dustin started, looking down at the lion's black boxers which, in fact, now displayed a considerably larger bulge, but he got cut off mid-sentence.

"Now." Alaric's commanding tone was a bit harsher. Dustin didn't fully know why, but it made him want to rush to obey it. He took hold of the waistband of his underwear with his fingers and pulled it down.

Dustin's modest cock jumped right up. Hard as a rock, it bounced up and down in the air with a drop of precum still adorning its tip. Dustin was cut, the head of his member at full display glistening with the smear of his own precum. At an average of six inches, Dustin had always been proud enough of his malehood. Now, however, watching Alaric's golden eyes staring at it, he couldn't help but press his legs together a little more. The lion's expression was impartial, unreadable, but that glint of hunger remained on his look. Or was that just Dustin's imagination? The more the silence stretched on, the more nervous and uncomfortable Dustin grew. He let his underwear fall down to the floor, then carefully stepped out of these as well and yet Alaric said nothing. It was almost like the lion thrived at his uneasiness. Dustin felt like he should say something himself, but what does one say when he's showing his hard cock to his half-naked boss?

Finally, something happened. Alaric's paw came forth, a single one of his large fingers coming to touch Dustin's dick. It throbbed right away, another drop of precum coming from that alone. The lion's finger alone was almost as long as Dustin's cock. Alaric playfully trailed his finger from the base of Dustin's exposed dick all the way to the tip. He did it only once, but that was enough to have Dustin let out what was almost a whimper of pure sexual desire.

Alaric stood up. Suddenly, Dustin's face was right in front of the large lion's chest again.

"Continue from where you left off." It was another 'order'. Dustin, however, found himself wanting that more than anything now. He gave a weak nod, not daring to look up to meet the lion's eyes and, instead, found himself staring at Alaric's abs. His hands came up to carefully feel it again, which made his cock throb one more time, except this time the lion could see everything. The blush in Dustin's face intensified at that thought.

Still, his hands trailed downwards until he the texture shifted from Alaric's soft fur to the smooth fabric of his boxer briefs. The lion's bulge was bigger, he swore it was, but Alaric was still managing to control himself rather than letting a large boner tent happen like he did. Dustin grew more nervous, not sure if he was being too forward or not, but he continued anyway. He wanted that more than anything at that moment. His hand continued down, trailing over the smooth bulge of what was certainly Alaric's cock inside his underwear. It felt so… thick. Dustin felt it, then he swallowed hard as his hand moved down to cup the outline of the lion's balls. His face was on fire. Those too were large, probably at least three times the size of his own balls. A drop of precum fell down from Dustin's cock to the floor beneath it.

"You like what you're feeling?" Alaric suddenly asked. It made Dustin jump and retreat his hand, realizing he had been enthralled by it for what was probably a little longer than it should.

"I- d-didn't mean-" Dustin stammered.

"It's a simple yes or no question, Dustin." Alaric's strong voice cut him off one more time. Dustin swallowed hard.

"...Yes." He didn't think he could blush any harder, but he did.

"Good. It likes you." Alaric's tone held an uncharacteristic lewd hint to it. Before the human could say anything else, the lion's large hands suddenly pressed against his sides and, in one single sudden movement, lifted him up. Alaric lifted him off the ground with almost no effort, but Dustin still gasped and blushed as he was brought up to eye level with the lion while naked with his cock still swinging back and forth.

Alaric simply smiled towards him, however. The lion let himself fall back sitting against the bed again and brought Dustin along. He shifted to the side, however, to let himself lie over the bed and leaving Dustin sitting at his waistline, each leg on one of the lion's sides. Alaric's large size forced them to be well spread. He could feel the lion's soft fur against the bottom of his balls, but what was more distressing was Alaric's bulge right against his ass. He found himself looking down at the lion, who was lying on the bed on his back.

Again, the lion's paw came to his cock. Dustin brought his own hand close in reflex, but didn't dare interfere with the lion's touch. It trailed over Dustin's throbbing member in teasing fashion, then another finger joined in to start stroking him. He couldn't hold back from moaning softly.

"I can see you're clearly having fun with this." Alaric's hand sped up the stroking with his comment. Dustin simply whimpered. He was so, so horny that he felt like he could blow his load right there and then. Part of him knew that'd be very embarrassing, but his body ached for it as his pleasure rose higher and higher. Alaric sped up again.

"Oh.. Ohh.. This..." Dustin moaned and placed his hands right over Alaric's large chest. Just feeling the fur, the muscles, it made him even hornier. With small, light humping motions, Dustin grinded his balls against Alaric's fur, precum coming from his tip in a steady flow to mat the golden perfection with sticky wet spots.

So much pleasure! Dustin could feel it rising, it was coming soon. It rose and rose, and then, it just stopped. He didn't even know when he had closed his eyes, but his small humping continued for a few seconds into nothingness until he opened his eyes with a look of confusion and disappointment. He found Alaric staring at him now with a wider, devious smile across his muzzle and his paw right there in the air, close to his cock but not touching it anymore. There was a string of precum connecting two his claws together.

"Not so fast, Dustin. You're gonna have to earn it." Alaric's deep voice was filled with lust now. There was a hint of a… growl? No, it was more of a purr. It described the delight in his smile perfectly.

Dustin, on the other hand, just blushed heavily. The conscience of what he had been doing returned to him in full weight and, though his cock still throbbed in the air aching for more, he lowered his head.

"Of course," he said embarrassed. His hand moved down to his cock just to jerk it off idly, but he barely got two strokes in and Alaric's larger paw came to pull his wrist and take it away from it.

"No touching until I say so." The lion's commanding tone returned in full force. Now it was no longer purring. It was growling. It felt like he had offended the lion somehow by touching himself. Dustin's face grew redder and he couldn't help but nod quickly. Only then Alaric let go of his wrist. The lion's expression softened too.

That paw, however, went right back to Dustin's cock. He trembled when it touched him again, but Alaric was back to the slow teasing, to the light trailing. He seemed to take great pleasure in seeing Dustin's cock throb so much.

"You know what I love the most about humans?" The question was idle while Alaric played with Dustin's cock. It took a lot from him to keep his hands at his sides. Both were clenched into fists trying to resist the urge to reach for his dick and jerk it off to completion.

"What is it?" The question came out with way more eagerness than Dustin wanted.

"Your tongues." The lion spoke with the same calm tone as if he had all the time in the world. "They're so smooth, so warm. So incredibly pleasurable to feel." Alaric's paw that had been toying with Dustin's cock the whole time came up. The lion extended it towards Dustin, who in turn just stared at it for a few seconds. He couldn't piece together what the lion was saying at first, but then something snapped in his head and he connected the dots. His eyes widened a little.

"You want me to…?" Dustin asked. He took another look at the paw extended towards him. It had precum all over his fingers. His own precum, which he had been leaking profusely. It stained the pawpads and the short, golden fur that adorned it.

"Yes," Alaric answered, plain and simple.

Dustin swallowed. He wasn't crazy about licking his own precum, but after all the treatment he'd been getting he couldn't refuse. The lion's eyes were fixated on him, two golden orbs piercing through him with such intensity. It took a little more hesitation, but finally Dustin started leaning forward to reach the paw. He felt his own cock resting over the fur of Alaric's stomach, still pulsing with incredible arousal despite what he was about to do.

Dustin approached Alaric's clawed finger. He felt the sharp tip picking at his tongue as he put it out to lick it, but most of all his taste buds were invaded with the taste of his own pre. He was blushing hard, thoroughly embarrassed, but he could hear Alaric let out a subtle groan of satisfaction. He pressed his tongue against that finger to lick it. Alaric, however, took control of things, moving his paw in front of Dustin's mouth to direct where he was supposed to lick.

And Dustin licked. Dutifully, he licked every inch of Alaric's forepaw taking in all the pre he himself had stained it with. It felt like it took a long time for him, but the lion was clearly enjoying every second of it. Finally, Alaric pulled his paw away.

"Good boy," the lion said, as one would compliment a dog for performing a simple trick. Dustin couldn't help it. His cock was still just as hard as it had been the entire time and, since he was done pleasing the dragon, he looked right down at it, then at Alaric. He didn't want to ask for it, but the lion seemed to catch the meaning of that look.

"I see you're still enjoying yourself just as much. I knew this was what you wanted." Alaric had such certainty in his voice. Dustin hadn't wanted that! Well, he did, but not…

He couldn't even reason in his own mind. All he could do was look at the lion with a pleading expression and feel his face burning with embarrassment. He made an effort not to show it, but he almost gasped in excitement when that paw came back to his cock. It gave it a few more strokes that made Dustin hold his breath. He was right back there, close to cumming, in mere seconds of light stroking. Still, it wasn't meant to be. Again, as he grew more and more excited, Alaric stopped.

The lion's paw let go of his dick for a moment, but then it returned. With a single claw to the tip of Dustin's cock, Alaric collected a heavier glob of precum from it. Dustin's eyes followed that paw as it went up to Alaric's own chest, smearing the precum over his own fur, then repeated the movement by giving Dustin's cock just a few more strokes to generate more, collect it, and smear over his own chest staining his fur.

"I'm not done with your marvellous tongue. Not by a long shot." Alaric said that while his hand stroked Dustin's cock one more time. When more precum came, he collected that too, but this time he smeared it lower. Dustin realized the lion had created a bit of a trail through his large chest and that last one had just connected it to the larger wet patch of fur sticky with precum right under Dustin's dick had been resting and leaking this whole time. His eyes widened with realization once more.

"Get started," the lion ordered with one more playful flick on Dustin's rock hard length. Dustin swallowed hard. His mouth already tasted like precum. His furious blushing intensified. He didn't want to put his tongue against the precum matted fur his cock had been resting against, he really didn't, even if it was Alaric's beautiful abdomen. Yet, he wanted to cum. So badly. He looked up at the lion.

"If I lick this, can I…?" Dustin found his voice faltering from sheer embarrassment alone.

"We'll see." Alaric's voice was still calm. Confident. Unyielding. Dustin looked down at the trail of white, sticky precum. He had never done anything like this before. Yet, he could also swear that he had never been so horny. The human steeled himself. He slid down over Alaric's body and, as he did, he was surprised to feel a much, much larger bulge against his ass. He turned his head back to look at it, but out of nowhere Alaric's paw came to his face, keeping his cheek from turning back and slowly redirecting his face back to himself.

"Not yet, Dustin. That will come later. Focus on your job." The commanding tone had Dustin nodding weakly. He could still feel Alaric's large bulge hard against his ass. Throbbing even through the lion's underwear. Yet, he kept his eyes on that perfect chest. Dustin lowered himself and started lapping.

At first it wasn't so bad. It was just like before. Yet, as he trailed lowered, the taste of precum started getting stronger. Strong enough for him to wrinkle his nose and frown with a little bit of disgust. Yet, as he licked, he could hear Alaric's purring, his pleasurable groans and, most of all, he could now feel the lion's bulge pulsing, throbbing harder directly against his naked ass. The lion was really enjoying his tongue in more than one way.

"Hmmm… Very good, Dustin. Your tongue is as marvellous as I knew it would be," Alaric said, sounding very pleased. It prompted Dustin to stop lapping, raising his head. He even smiled certain that he would get his reward. It was getting harder and harder not to reach down to his cock and finish the job himself, after all.

"There is, however, one more spot that I want to feel your tongue on." The lion had a growing smirk as he said that. Dustin looked down at Alaric's chest and, at first, he was just confused. Then he felt another throb against his butt and his face grew very hot again. He looked at Alaric with embarrassed eyes, but the lion just chuckled.

"No. I told you, that will come later." Alaric knew exactly what he had in mind. "Get up."

Dustin didn't hesitate to obey this time. He got up, allowing the large lion to slide up and sit up on the bed himself with his large back against the wall. As he did that, Dustin finally caught a glimpse of the lion's new state of arousal.

The lion's cock was definitely hard now. Dustin could argue that a lion that large must have a dick that was at least up to scale, but it felt like it might be bigger than that still. It was hard-pressed and hidden by the lion's black boxer briefs against his thigh, but it was… so big! He couldn't help but compare sizes and, next to that, it was no wonder the lion had been treating his dick like a toy to play with. Dustin didn't think he could feel any more embarrassed after everything he had done, but that brought his blushing to a whole new level. At the same time it also made him hornier as well. It was such a beautiful sight. Dustin really, really wanted to see what was really beneath those boxers.

"Impressed?" Alaric's question was full of amusement. Dustin realized he had been staring a little too hard at the lion's bulge.

"I..." He started to say something, but realized that he couldn't justify himself.

"Soon," the lion said, again pretty much reading his mind. "First, this."

Dustin had been so distracted by the lion's bulge that he failed to notice yet another part of the lion that he had always found incredibly attractive. There was no missing it, however, as the lion's foot paw came right to his cock. As Dustin sat there over the bed, the lion's large, padded foot paw pressed his cock right against his stomach and then grinded it against it with just enough strength to make Dustin let out a very involuntary moan.

Dustin's hands came right to Alaric's large, furry ankle, but he didn't attempt to push the lion's foot paw away. He didn't dare. The foot paw felt soft against his cock even as it rubbed back and forth.

"I saw you staring at these the first day we met," the lion said. Dustin glanced up at him to see he was smirking, but a harder grind of that foot paw against his cock made him have to close his eyes with pleasure for a moment. "Right at that moment I wondered if you had a thing for these. I almost discarded that thought, you know? But I was right."

The lion's deep, rough voice was still brimming with pleasure and amusement. Dustin, on the other hand, could do little more than groan in pleasure. He felt like he was about to cum again, this time to a simple foot paw grinding against his cock. How embarrassing would that be? The human held back, but at the same time… he wanted that so, so badly. That foot paw was just perfect. Alaric, however, was still one step ahead of him. Or maybe ten. The moment Dustin started humping lightly against the foot paw, as embarrassing as that was by itself, it retreated. Dustin barely had time to whimper in complaint, however, for as soon as he opened his eyes he found himself looking right at the sole of the very foot paw that had been rubbing his cock.

"Look at what you did," Alaric said ever so calmly when he saw Dustin staring. "I said I wasn't done with your tongue."

Dustin barely had time to process that. His mind just starting to tell him that licking precum from a foot paw's sole was twenty steps above licking it from the lion's chest, but then that foot paw advanced, pressing itself against his face, smearing precum against his nose, against his mouth. Dustin retreated for a moment, but he was just so, so, so incredibly horny. So close to cumming! He had to obey. He wanted to obey.

Dustin's hands came to take hold of the lion's ankle again, holding the foot paw steady. When he looked at it there was yet a half second of hesitation. Those paw pads with white, sticky precum sticking to them and the fur between them didn't look exactly like something he wanted to put his tongue against, but he was just too horny. Too damn horny. He pressed on, took his tongue out, and licked it.

This time, the taste was much stronger. He could taste the saltiness of his precum which, much to his ever increasing embarrassment, was now almost familiar to him. At the same time he could also taste the musk of the lion's foot paws. He admired the lion's paws, he liked the thought of them, he had loved feeling them against his cock, but Dustin had never thought he'd be licking their soles. As he dragged his tongue against it slowly, he found himself frowning with a little disgust again and even gagging a little. This was so, so far beyond his comfort zone. Dustin found the task to be more daunting than he expected, forcing himself to drag his tongue along those large foot paws again and again, but in a very slow pace.

"Come on, Dustin. You can do better than that." Alaric's voice carried some purring in them. From the way his toes moved Dustin could tell he was enjoying the whole thing very, very much. Still, Dustin was doing everything he could! Or at least he thought he was.

"Don't you want your reward?" The lion asked teasingly. Dustin was just beginning to question whether cumming was worth licking his own precum off someone's foot paws in the depths of his rational mind, but then he felt Alaric's other foot paw press against his dick again. That was it. He had to moan once more for the unexpected move and, just like that, his libido took over his brain one more time. Dustin had to close his eyes shut again. He felt the footpaw against his face press forward again in tandem with the one against his cock grinding against his face and making it a mess of precum and saliva, but Dustin didn't care.

"Put some enthusiasm behind that tongue, Dustin..." Alaric's paw working on his cock sped up just for a little while to show what he would earn if he did. It worked. Dustin moaned and brought his tongue forward to start licking again, this time with little to no hesitation. He just dragged his tongue up against the paw. As a result, he was indeed rewarded with Alaric speeding up. Sometimes the lion moved his foot paw up and down against his cock pretty much stroking it against his own stomach and sometimes he shifted to move it left and right, making Dustin melt with arousal.

Still, Alaric was careful. When Dustin's moaning grew because he was so damn close to cumming the lion would dial the grinding down again. Dustin quickly found that it didn't matter how much he sped up his licking, how he dragged his tongue with eagerness over every single inch of Alaric's sole, the lion still didn't grant him the mercy of making him cum.

When the lion unexpectedly pulled both paws back Dustin was almost disappointed, but the lion surprised him yet again. He simply switched them. When Dustin got a foot paw with thrice as much precum dripping from it and freshly musky shoved against his face again there was a tiny spark of doubt and shame again, but when the saliva-coated foot paw he had been licking started working on his dick again, it vanished once more.

It reached a point where Alaric had to pretty much dial down to just a toe playing with Dustin's pulsing, desperate cock. Dustin licked just as desperately, ignoring the taste and just trying to please the lion. He could barely hear Alaric purring, groaning and sometimes chuckling in the background. His world became those foot paws and the pleasure emanating from his cock.

And then everything stopped. Both foot paws pulled away from him and, this time, none returned. Dustin was left panting, his tongue feeling rough from so much licking and his cock still oozing as much precum as before sitting so close to the edge. He blinked, looking at the lion shifting in front of him. Coming out of his haze, he started to feel how much he was blushing. What had he been doing? Licking and drooling over the foot paws of his boss like some sort of slut.

Alaric, however, was soon upon him again. This time the lion's hand came to his chest and, in a single rough push, had Dustin lying on his back against the bed. The large, heavy hand didn't leave his chest, either, keeping him pressed down.

"I think we've had enough foreplay." Alaric's voice sounded different. There was a real growl behind it. That commanding tone was there, but it was like it had… evolved. When he looked up at Alaric's eyes he found that glimpse of lion-looking-at-prey increased tenfold. Dustin didn't even have the courage to ask what that meant. His cock, however, still jumped with hope that it meant it was time for him to cum.

Dustin's eyes soon had something else to focus. The lion still kept him down pressed against the bed, but he saw the lion scrambling to pull down his boxers with his other paw. Unlike before, Alaric looked more eager now. Gone was his calm, controlled demeanor and, instead, it was replaced by what felt like something more… feral. The lion was just tugging and pushing at his boxer briefs, but with only one paw it was proving a bit troublesome to get the waistband past the large, throbbing cock still hidden within.

Alaric had had enough, apparently. With what could only be described as a roar, the frustrated, impatient lion's claws dug into the fabric of his own fancy black boxer briefs and ripped the fabric open in one single swoop. Dustin's eyes went wide. Not only for the savageness of the act, but also because of what bounced out of the tattered remains of Alaric's underwear.

The lion's cock was as big as he had seen. Or maybe bigger. It indeed looked twice as big as his own and considerably thicker. Much like his own, it was also uncut, with the lion's golden fur adorning its base. Dustin had never seen a real furry's cock from up so close. It, however, soon came even closer. Alaric shifted above him again and, without the human expecting or being prepared, came down to sit right over Dustin's chest.

It was pretty much the same position he had been in before, except for the fact that Dustin was much, much smaller than Alaric. When the lion's weight came upon his chest, the human gasped out of breath for a moment. Alaric's weight pressed down on him crushing him against the soft bed and making him sink a little on the mattress, but Dustin's small form still felt hard-pressed against the heavy weight. Enough to make him grunt.

"Th-that's heavy!" Dustin complained lightly, which made Alaric apparently shift some of his weight to his own legs on his sides lifting some of the weight off of him. It was not nearly enough, however. Dustin still felt himself pressed hard beneath the large lion.

"You better get to work, then," Alaric just said in response. The lion slid forward transferring all of his weight straight to Dustin's chest while, at the same time, bringing his furry balls to rest right above the smaller human's mouth. An overwhelming scent of male musk invaded Dustin's nose right away.

"Tongue." That was all Alaric said, then he pressed his balls harder against Dustin's face. The lion's large cock was looming right above his head as well, as hard as his was. Dustin could feel a drop of warm precum falling down on his hair.

Dustin had little choice. He brought his tongue out yet again. The taste of musk was different this time. More concentrated, more… manly. Still, he was forced to slather the balls pressed against face with saliva. The lion above him brought his large paw down to start stroking his own cock while Dustin licked. He got a clear view of that large cock getting pumped right above him, milking more precum right against his hair and forehead. Alaric was not purring with pleasure like he had been before. The large lion was now growling with lust while he jerked off in a manner that made Dustin a little fearful, yet at the same time only furthered the notion of the lion's authority over him.

Unfortunately for him, as Alaric got more and more into the ball licking, he also started relaxing his weight. At first the large lion sitting on his chest had just been like an uncomfortable yet bearable weight. As the lion's stroking got faster, however, Dustin was forced to bring his own hands up against Alaric's thighs to try and keep some of the weight down from him. He found himself gasping, having some trouble taking in proper air from the weight alone.

Dustin opened his mouth to complain about it, but as soon as he did Alaric just shifted forward again. Those large furry balls were pressed harder against his face, covering his mouth and nose and turning his complaint into no more than a muffled whine. Dustin pushed back against Alaric with a little more urgency. With his nose hard-pressed against the lion's balls, musk was all he could smell, and Dustin was forced to breathe in hard and fast to keep the air flowing.

Several minutes passed until, when Dustin was forced to slap Alaric's thighs a few times to signal that it was getting just too heavy, the lion looked down at him. Those bright eyes came to focus at him with an annoyed growl at first, but as soon as Alaric noticed Dustin's plight he saw some concern growing as well. Finally, the lion retreated, using his own hands to hold some of his weight on all fours over Dustin and lifting himself up to let him gasp for breath in relief.

"You're too big!" Dustin complained, his breathing still heavy. When he looked at the lion, however, he didn't really see worry. He still saw only hungry lust.

"I have faith in you, Dustin," Alaric said. Still on all fours over the human, he started shifting again. Turning around. Soon, the panting human found himself staring up straight at Alaric's cock and balls while the lion's head was over his legs in a sixty-nine position.

"You can take it. You just need the right incentive." Alaric's cock still throbbed, reflecting the eagerness in his voice. Dustin was about to respond to that, but the damned lion already knew his weak spots. A hand coming to play with his still hard dick made him stifle a moan instead of talking back against the lion.

"We'll take it slow," Alaric said while his paw started stroking Dustin again. "One inch at a time." As he said that, Alaric started lowering himself. Dustin saw the lion's large cock approaching his face and didn't know what to do. Alaric did, however. One large, full stroke against Dustin's cock was enough to make him moan and, just like that, as he opened his mouth to do so, the lion's cock took advantage of that and went right in.

It was only the tip and a single inch. Dustin could see the throbbing, large length still looming right over his face, but he still had to gag to the strong taste of the lion's precum coming right over his tongue. Reflexively, the human tried to turn his head to the side and pull back, but Alaric sank another two inches of cock straight in to keep him from doing that. Dustin gagged again. He could feel Alaric's cock threatening to get into his throat and he hadn't taken even half of that dick in yet! There was no way he could take it all. Dustin's hands came up to press against Alaric's thighs as if they could do anything to hold the lion back.

"Ah, yes… Your tongue feels just as heavenly as it did before. Good boy, Dustin. Good boy." The compliment made Dustin blush, but it wasn't the only reward he got. The lion stroking his cock sped up again. Dustin's edge returned with speed. He couldn't help but moan again even with his mouth forced to be wide open to take Alaric's large dick. It had the right effect, too. Dustin swallowed the mix of precum and saliva lingering inside his mouth with some effort and actively used his tongue to caress the lion's cock obediently. He could take it, Dustin told himself.

However, when the lion, excited to get some tongue work, growled and pressed his hips forward again Dustin wasn't so sure anymore. Another few inches of cock went in right at once and, this time, Dustin actively gagged. He fought his reflex in order to keep the cock prodding at his throat there. His eyes grew wet and, as Alaric's large cock grew thicker, Dustin was forced to stretch his mouth open in an uncomfortable manner. He could no longer actively lick Alaric's member because there was barely any space for his tongue to move at all with the larger cock taking up all the space, but judging by the groans he heard Alaric still very much appreciated his tongue at least trying to move.

That made the lion sink in another inch. Dustin grunted and tried to complain, but he barely managed to make any sound. He had to breath in through his nose alone, which in turn brought the whole of the lion's male musk in. All Dustin could see were Alaric's large furry balls and the thick base of that cock still outside his mouth.

As a reward, at least, Dustin could feel Alaric actively stroking his cock now. Despite how deeply uncomfortable taking the lion's dick was and how incredibly far from anything Dustin could ever call a comfort zone the whole act had been, he still couldn't help but feel incredibly horny. Maybe Alaric was right? Maybe the lion knew him even better than he did himself? He didn't know and he didn't have the mind to think about it at that moment. All Dustin knew was that he felt himself ready to cum again, moaning through the lion's dick as the pleasure rose. He couldn't hold back anymore. This time, he was going to…

And then it stopped again.

"See? I knew you were going to get into it," Alaric said. He still had that eager growl accompanying his deep voice. Dustin humped upwards in the hope of getting the last bit of stimulation he needed, but Alaric's hand was nowhere to be found. For several seconds Alaric left him like that. Almost choking on the lion's cock and feeling his edge slowly fade away for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Then, the lion gave his rock hard, throbbing cock a playful flicker that made it bounce back and forth and that alone was enough to get Dustin to moan desperately again.

"I've held back all I could," the lion announced. Dustin wasn't sure what that meant, but he was thoroughly relieved when he felt Alaric's legs lifting himself off a little so that he could retreat his cock. The prodding at the entrance of his throat was gone and feeling that large cock retreating from his mouth was such a relief! A relief that was very, very short-lived. When the lion's member was almost out of his mouth, Alaric thrust back in.

He went even deeper than before and in a rougher manner. Dustin heard Alaric groaning with pleasure again, but he himself just pushed against the lion's thighs in surprise. It didn't seem like the lion felt it, because he just kept pressing downwards without stopping. Dustin was forced to open his mouth even wider, and then wider still. He could feel the lion's large cock entering his throat, blocking it and forcing him to suck in air through his nose even harder as his only alternative, and Alaric still kept going. All he could do was watch the lion's balls getting closer and closer to his face as he wedged himself deeper and deeper into his throat until, finally, Dustin's nose touched them.

Another moan of pleasure came from Alaric, but this time it was mixed in with one of those eager growls. The lion pressed himself forward yet again and, just like that, Dustin's nose got buried into the lion's furry balls with barely any cock left to take in. It felt deeply uncomfortable and, as a reflex, his tongue kept trying to push it out, which was probably the main source of all the purring he could hear from the lion. Breathing was much, much harder with Dustin breathing in hard through his nose to try to get enough air, even if it was ball musk air, but with his nose buried against the lion's balls it got harder and harder.

A few seconds went by with the lion pretty much hilted in his mouth. It felt like minutes to Dustin, hours even, until finally Alaric started to pull back. Despite the relief it was to have some of his throat back, this time the lion didn't pull even half of his cock back before he pushed it back in. Then out again, then in. Alaric's growling reached a new high and the speed of the face fucking grew very fast, the lion grinding his cock against Dustin's soft tongue.

All Dustin could do was take it. It took a lot of effort to take in that cock fucking his face and throat like that. The harder Alaric fucked, the deeper his cock went and soon the lion's balls were coming right over his face again as he fucked deeper, but that wasn't even the worst of it. As Alaric started relaxing and getting into it, his legs spread wider and the lion let himself lie down over the much smaller human beneath him. Little by little, the lion's weight started coming back, his waist, his stomach, all weighing down on Dustin's chest to make it even harder to breath and keep himself going through the face fucking.

"Hnnghhh!" Dustin tried to complain. It was too much! The lion's weight started bearing down on him with Alaric barely seeming to notice it, only focused on fucking like an animal. Dustin felt himself sinking down on the bed, which was creaking loudly under the weight of the lion's thrusting, and yet still the weight felt like it would crush his chest under the larger lion.

Dustin thought the whole experience could not grow more intense, but he was wrong. His watering eyes shot open again despite the weight, despite how much his jaw hurt from being stretched open, despite how sore his throat felt for lodging the lion's large cock. He felt something on his own cock. Alaric was still purring and growling, but the lion's large tongue dragged itself through Dustin's cock even while he fucked the poor human's face.

"HNGH!" Dustin tried to groan. It was quite an… unique feeling. Alaric's tongue apparently really wasn't smooth and soft like his own. He had heard that about felines before, but he had never expected to feel one's tongue quite like that, right against his cock of all places. The tongue felt rougher, almost like it was a little spiky. It didn't hurt, but it was a completely strange feeling against his dick that made him wince. The lion's tongue was large enough so that one single lick dragged the whole thing from the base to the very sensitive, exposed head of Dustin's member and, as Alaric's tongue reached the head, Dustin trembled. The tongue was a mix of discomfort and pleasure, but against Dustin's overstimulated, edged cock it still felt heavenly.

It didn't nullify his other problems, though. The lion's tongue didn't stop, licking his cock with a speed that increased alongside the speed of the face fucking. The weight was getting more critical too with Dustin feeling like he would just break. He tried to push the lion up with his hands as much as he could, but he might as well be trying to lift a solid boulder off himself. Or, rather, a fluffy, golden furred boulder. The fucking, the weight, the tongue. All of it felt incredibly overwhelming and, despite the deep discomfort on his chest and the lion pretty much hilting himself on his throat with every thrust, still Dustin felt himself going getting to the edge again.

And this time,, it didn't stop.

The rough tongue wasn't the most pleasant way of cumming, but it was enough after all the teasing. The human's moans were heavily muffled by the cock fucking his throat, but Dustin's cock started pulsing as the first thick jets of cum flew up. He swore he could hear a chuckle from Alaric through all the soft growling, but the lion's tongue didn't stop licking his member even as it shot rope after rope of cum high into the air. Against his oversensitive, cumming cock that rough tongue felt even more intense, up to a point where it grew extremely uncomfortable, yet still it managed to milk Dustin's orgasm thoroughly. Somehow, the overwhelming weight on him made the whole experience even more intense and, as he cummed, Dustin closed his eyes and worked on the cock fucking his face as best as he could with his tongue no matter how hard it was to breath.

Finally, the rush of pleasure going through his body started to recede. The tongue over his cock felt even rougher as it grew sensitive while spurting the last weak jets of cum over itself and breathing felt even harder. Thankfully, the tongue soon stopped and finally, finally some of Alaric's weight came off his chest. He saw the lion's knees at his sides take some of it and, as it came up, it was an extreme relief.

The reason the lion did that, however, was quickly revealed. A new, deeper thrust came, now better positioned, so that Alaric's cock angled perfectly with Dustin's throat. He felt it going deeper than before, felt those heavy balls press against his face, felt Alaric's fur brush against his lips. The lion pulled back, thrust again, then again, and again. The growling intensified and Dustin realized that he too wanted to get off. Straight into his throat. Now with his mind no longer clouded by the sex haze, the thought felt even scarier than ever. There was little he could to avoid it at that point however.

Alaric put more strength on his knees, the bed starting to rattle more as the lion's growling grew as well. It was like a feral mating a bitch, except the bitch was Dustin's throat. He did his best to keep his aching jaw open, to keep breathing, to keep the gagging to a minimum while the lion used his throat to get off.

As the fucking reached its peak, Dustin was sure every neighbor was going to hear them. The bed slammed against the wall sometimes, barely handling all the pressure, and just when Dustin himself thought he couldn't take it anymore, it came.

The warmth came to the depths of his throat. Alaric's roared, as he started cumming, the fucking got even faster. He could feel it, but there was hardly any choice on whether he should swallow it or not. The torrent of cum simply made its way down his throat with Dustin gulping jet after jet of spunk.

A large cracking sound followed. Dustin felt the rush of the bed giving in underneath him and both him and Alaric went down as the underside broke from the sheer intensity and weight of the large lion over it. Even as they crashed towards the floor, Alaric didn't stop fucking his face, didn't stop cumming, the lion very determined to ride his orgasm to the peak. The small seconds dragged on and Dustin felt like he had drunk a whole jar of water, except it was lion cum instead. The thought alone made him blush even while he swallowed. Finally, when Alaric's growling turned into panting, Dustin finally felt that large cock pulling back, leaving his throat little by little while still spurting cum. Some of it got over his tongue, bringing a salty taste with a slimy texture and, as the tip finally popped out of his mouth, the last weak spurts came over his nose and lips. When the lion's cock withdrew he could barely believe he had taken all of that into his throat.

Dustin was left panting, but being able to finally close his mouth was a gigantic relief. Some coughing followed, on which more cum came out of his mouth, but Dustin just remained there, eyes closed and catching his breath while lying on the remains of his bed. That had been the single most intense experience of his life. He didn't even pay any mind to the lion shuffling above him until he felt Alaric's large hand on his chest, caressing it. He opened his eyes to see the lion lying at his side on an elbow while looking at him with a concerned expression.

"Are you alright? I hope I wasn't too rough." Alaric's tone had changed completely. Gone was the feral growl, replaced again by his usual cool except, this time, with a hint of worry that was unlike him. Dustin simply smiled.

"I'm okay. That was… something else." Despite his chest still hurting from the weight and his maw still aching, Dustin felt the full relief of his afterglow. The reassurance brought a smile to Alaric's face. His fluffy, big hand caressing the human's naked chest felt nice, too.

"I'm glad. I can get a little… carried away sometimes. You took it remarkably well." There it was. A smirk appeared on the lion's face again and Alaric. Dustin couldn't help but scoot closer to him. The lion's warmth felt very welcome in that state.

"Sorry about your bed. I guess I'm a little big for your apartment," Alaric still said while moving to lie down properly. A large arm came to embrace him. Dustin just chuckled. At that moment, he didn't care about that. Still, as good as he felt, soon the human's mind started dwelling back on what they had done. Alaric was still his boss. This felt extremely inappropriate. The more he thought about it, the more worried he got, but when he looked at

Alaric, the lion might have been able to read his mind once again. Alaric just leaned forward and gave his cheek one of his rough licks.

"Next time we'll do this in my place." That commanding tone was back. It was like it wasn't even Dustin's choice, but that still made him smile. Just like that, he felt good again.