Their First Hunt

Part one of three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by preyitem

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The anthro lionesses stalked through the meadow, a bend in their legs as if they were always ready for action, though one would not have said at all that they were “on edge” in the slightest. The village was behind them, though they had all the comforts they could have wished for there, even if their tribe otherwise lived a fairly simple life.

Yet, on coming of age, the lionesses with their long, draping loincloths and bandeau bindings around their breasts, had to leave the village they called home. It was an important ritual – perhaps the most vital one their tribe had engaged in for centuries upon centuries. The rich landscape around them with rolling hills and fertile meadows may have changed over the years, the stories passed down in tales from their ancestors, and they learned with the shift of the world. Yet, even through all else, the passion for the hunt and the rite of young lionesses remained.

“Zama,” Sibusiso was the first to break the silence, the lionesses taking only light packs with them that were slung around their waists to leave them free to move. “How far do you think we will need to go to find the Barisha?”

Zama shook her head, the lionesses’ dark, amber eyes shining calm and wise. Perhaps a little too wise, considering her years, though Zama had endeavoured to soak in all the information around her the best she could, absorbing information so she could be the best huntress in the tribe.

“Barisha should be near, Sibusiso,” she said softly, “but that does not mean they will be easy to find. They are canny in the ways of hunters, when it is us females seeking them.”

Of course, there were only male Barisha out there for them to hunt, being small creatures that were humanoid-ish in appearance. They usually carried a little extra weight about them – or, at least, the best ones to feed on did. No one wanted a scrawny Barisha to sink their teeth into when they could have a mouthful of rich, plump fresh, steaming with life, instead. They were not a challenging hunt in the sense that they would fight back, chattering in their own basic, rudimentary language, but they certainly had their ways of pacifying their hunters.

The lionesses, undoubtedly, would not settle for just any Barisha during their hunt. To transition to full huntresses of the tribe, they had to bring back enough Barisha for the entire tribe to feast on. It was not that the pride was going hungry, of course, but more that it was all a part of the rite. The last lioness to strike out on the hunting ritual alone had brought back three plump Barisha that had filled all their bellies – and Zama and Sibusiso were determined not to fall short.

Rocky outcrops dotted patches of land where it was as if the crust of the earth itself had “broken through” the grass, though there was both science and legend behind the formation of that, passed and spoken of equally amongst the tribes. There was some foliage but nothing like deep forests, though those could be found to the south. Although Barisha lived in the trees too, darting between thick trunks was more difficult for hunters when their smaller prey were more adept at squeezing through tight spaces.

It took them a day and a half, trekking from their village, before they came across a trio of hyenas circling a cluster of Barisha. As they cackled and called, four more hyenas loped from the undergrowth, appearing smoothly as if they were merely melting from the landscape and taking shape from it.

“Sibusiso – here!”

They could watch there, though it was a strange kind of observation where the lionesses felt like they were somewhat set back from the scene. Zama’s fingers twitched, wanting desperately to join in on the hunt, but the hyenas had their kills to make.

Zama and Sibusiso had engaged in hunts before, but they had never been the ones to strike the killing blows – and they had always been in a group of lionesses, never just the two of them. So, it was interesting to see where the hyenas approached things differently. They were slightly shorter in stature than the lionesses but bulkier and thicker with muscle, with a feminine tuck to their waists and the typically wider hips. They seemed to be of the spotted hyena variety, with dark spots marking their coats and a thick, semi-upright mane of hair spilling down from their heads.

Yet they moved smoothly and seamlessly together, rounding up a herd of Barisha so they clustered together. Zama muttered something under her breath about how they “could have been their kill” but Sibusiso wasn’t listening to her. The lioness’ lips parted as she tipped forward slightly, watching in practical rapture as the hyenas drew out the Barisha.

For the Barisha had a defence mechanism, being a male species that could reproduce with any female – and one that was very valuable to the huntresses in the world. A larger one, though he was still three feet shorter than the hyena in question, scurried out, letting his tongue slide between his lips.

“What is he doing?” Zama hissed. “They didn’t act like that in the pride.”

She meant, of course, when the pride brought Barisha back to service them, for the little things were rather good with their tongues and had nice, meaty cocks too. They weren’t just for eating and Barisha were more than happy to pass on sexual pleasure and favours if it meant spending their seed and extending their lifespan just a little longer. They’d only never quite know whether a lioness’ attention was for purely oral pleasure, tasting and testing their cocks, or if their jaws would clamp down, ripping their genitals clean from their flesh as they fed on them alive.

The Barisha in the herd were clever and Zama settled down to observe, though her tail lashed, disliking how little information she had about how the Barisha acted in the wild. It was important, however, for her to learn and she licked her chops as a hyena casually took down a charge who had strayed to the edge of the herd, leaving vulnerable distance between his body and the herd.

She lunged with precision and speed, yet somehow managed to look like she was expending no effort at all. She took down her kill with a savage bite to the neck, not caring for tools or weapons of any kind, though the hyenas carried some with them. It seemed everyone, between tribes and different species, would have their preferences in that manner.

Blood spurted and the Barisha failed, though she crunched down through his throat and windpipe, bone cracking under her jaws. He fell limp, the kill one of mercy, though it was unlikely the Barisha was in his right mind the moment her teeth had locked on to him.

The one who was attempting to seduce a hyena had garnered her attention enough for her to strip off her lower half of the tied-on skirt she’d been wearing. The tribes usually wore clothing that allowed them full flexibility and range of motion, whether for hunting or life more generally, but nudity was hardly frowned upon in their packs and prides. She spread her legs for him and he dived eagerly between them, his tongue plunging into the plump folds of her sex. His obvious need to mate was clear as the lionesses got to see his cock swelling from where it had been hanging softly at his cock. Sibusiso whistled.

“He’s huge!”

She couldn’t help but admire a mating tool like that, wondering just what it would feel like plunging into her pussy if she was on top of the Barisha, riding him. She’d surely fall pregnant from such an escapade, of course, but that was certainly something Sibusiso wanted to do, eventually. Pleasure was the course of the day for the hyena, however, who roughly grabbed the back of the Barisha’s hairless head and ground his face passionately into her pussy, demanding more from him.

Another Barisha stroked his shaft and went after the success of his herd-mate, drawing the attention of another hyena, who appeared to rather like the idea of getting to mate with him. She took him down to the ground with a clasp and throw of her hand around his shoulder, caring not for his comfort. He was just food and pleasure, after all. She sank on to his cock with care, for she had likely needed a moment to prepare herself to take his length inside her, though the cloth of her skirt got in the way of anyone watching.

“That’s interesting,” Zama commented, getting a little more into observing what was going on now that things were progressing, for she was very much the kind of lioness who wanted to be down in the thick of things and not just watching and waiting. “So...it is like with our Barisha.”

Sibusiso nodded slowly, though she mulled over her words before speaking up.

“But these are trying to avoid being eaten, I think,” she murmured. “They’ll still be eaten, as is the way of everything.”

As fascinating as it was, the lionesses could not help but snap their attention to two more hyenas who casually plunged into the herd and pulled out three Barisha. One hyena sank her teeth into the neck of one, giving him a quick death, while another pinned one Barisha to the ground with her knee while she casually dug into his stomach. With her teeth of course, picking and choosing through the choicest organs and strips of flesh. His cock had engorged, strangely enough, and she delicately plucked it from his body with her teeth.

He was quiet and the lionesses, of course, were unperturbed by the feeding display: it was natural, after all. They would have said they’d seen bloodier with their pride, but that was not for them to speak up about.

Not all the Barisha needed to be caught and fed on, however, as the remaining hyenas picked through the herd, choosing exactly which morsels they wanted to take home with them. Tying them together with lengths of rope, each Barisha was bound to the next by their cock and balls. It was an efficient way to keep a herd in line, while putting a feast on display.

Continued in part two of three…

Their First Hunt

Part two of three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by preyitem

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When there was nothing more for the lionesses to learn from how the hyenas hunted, they moved on, making their way down through the meadowland to where the ground turned rockier, though the elevation would drop off to savannah soon enough. Their bare hind paws sank lightly into the fertile soil; it was no wonder the Barisha herd had been roaming through there.

There were other tribes hunting too, horses and Amazons, standing tall and proud, though they were all equals to the lionesses. A lone wolf female was spotted from a distance too, towing a Barisha back with her. Zama mused over the notion that she was taking him back to feed her pups in her pack, but there was no way for either lioness to say.

However, the chance for them to speak to another tribe came when a group of Amazonian women, tall and striking with powerful figures, waved them over, offering a hand signal of greeting and peace. The lionesses did not fear the women, of course, but it was always polite and respectful to take note of another tribe’s hunting grounds and move through their lands with peace and calm in mind.

That the Amazons had already rounded up eleven Barisha, what looked to be an entire herd, was by the by as the lionesses’ stomachs grumbled. All of the Barisha were tied together in what seemed to be the common fashion, though were calm enough as they clustered together, seeking safety in numbers. There was to be no such peace for them, however, for their fate was sealed whether or not they were able to seduce a female to mate with them and keep them around for a little longer. In the end, their use would always be found in the stomach of a hungry female.

“Welcome,” the leader of the group said as golden grasses rustled around her legs, rising to her mid-thighs as the savannah stretched out in a haze around her. “What brings you two so far from home?”

Sibusiso inclined her head respectfully.

“Our first hunt,” she said, quietly but proudly, her tail softening in its curve. “Yet the only worth herd of Barisha we have come across yet, tracking, was already claimed by the hyena pack.”

“Ah,” the Amazonian nodded wisely, her lips soft but not smiling: there was no need. “It would be unwise to steal a kill, undoubtedly. I imagine you may have picked off one or two from this herd, if the timing had been more suitable.”

“Perhaps,” Zama acknowledged with a sigh. “We have been hunting and tracking for days, but the time must be right. In the spirit of the seasons, this is where we learn.”

The Amazons nodded approvingly, seeming to warm to the lionesses, though every tribe had its own way of going about things.

“Please, come join us for the night,” the leader invited. “I am Deimopyte, and you may meet my people. Fill your bellies, celebrate the hunt with us.”

That was an offer the lionesses were in no position to refuse – and why not engage and maintain positive relations, after all, with other tribes? It may not have been quite what they had set out to do, but there was much to be learned from their elders, as they knew. Both Zama and Sibusiso simply had to be modest enough to accept it with grace and humility.

The savannah broke to rocky outcrops and cave systems, though more mountainous elevation would only be found several days further travel away, while rolling foothills beckoned them on. Yet it was there in a rockier area with bare patches of ground and good, overhanging shelter that the Amazons had set up their camp, though it seemed to be the kind of settlement that did not need to be permanent. The homes were well-constructed from wood, reeds and other long grasses, bound tightly and waterproofed for lighter rains, but they were told the tribe retreated into the caves for heavier rains and storms. It was always best to use one’s natural environment, in thanks for the blessing of nature.

Deimopyte instructed her group to have the Barisha stored away in the “food cave,” where it was clear many other Barisha were already holed up. It was a good way to store food for convenience, even if they would need to be fed to maintain their health until they were eaten, and Sibusiso made a quiet mental note of that, committing the new knowledge to memory.

“Come,” Deimopyte said graciously, leading them to the fire where a circle of wooden seats had been set up around it, the Amazons sitting low to the ground as was their way for comfort. “Eat, talk. In the hunt, we are all rendered equal.”

There, they could relax, some of the younger Amazons who were around the same age as Zama and Sibusiso coming to join them, two sitting cross-legged, quite comfortably, on the ground. Pareen, who was perhaps the most vocal of the group, had long, blonde hair that hung in a braid down her back, nearly to her buttocks. It looked quite as if it had never been cut, or barely if at all. Despite the Amazons having human features that may have been a little stranger to the lionesses than what they were used to, they stood easily between six and nine feet tall, as a rough estimate, but it was their presence that made them who they were. The lionesses stood a little shorter, though were closer to six-feet-tall.

The main event, however, was the feasting – and, oh, what a delight that was! Although the lionesses were offered a Barisha, Deimopyte urged them to set him aside and leave him in the food cave until later, so they could take it on their hunt to feed on. After not finding Barisha herds they could actually hunt and feed on in over a week, it was yet another kind offer Zama and Sibusiso could not fail to accept. Yet, in their own way, the Amazons fostered good relations between the tribe and the pride too.

“You could head West,” Pareen mused as she sat a Barisha in a large bowl, pouring basting liquid over him before roasting over the fire, though he was quiet and amenable, likely drugged on potent herbs. “I heard there was a roaming herd moving through there, quite sizeable too.”

Zama pressed her lips together, ears twitching.

“The herd I was tracking was the one your tribe took down,” she confessed. “I would love to find the trail of another herd in the next couple of days.”

“All we want to do is to succeed in our hunt and head home,” Sibusiso added, her tail flicking lazily back and forth as she savoured the cooking smells in the air. “But I want the right Barishas to take back with us.”

Pareen nodded wisely, despite being the same age as them. It would always be the way of the young to seek to impress one another, after all.

“Having a weak or small Barisha would not be enough,” she agreed, even if the Amazonian ways were different. “Here, we shall eat soon.”

The lionesses often referred to eating as “feeding” but made no comment as two Barisha were laid out before them. Zama licked her lips, showing her dark lips and a flash of gleaming, white teeth, yet the plump Barisha was quiet and still, his eyes glazed over.

“Mm, I see they still go into their soft place,” she murmured, looking down at her meal. “They know it is a blessing to be taken.”

She bowed her head as Sibusiso did the same, the lionesses perfectly comfortable with live feeding. Some of the Amazons seemed to do the same too, though they sliced through the quiet, calm Barisha to select perfect cuts of meat, for they lacked the teeth and claws of the lionesses. It was fascinating how tribes used their bodies different, anthros behaving different to Amazons, but Zama and Sibusiso knew there were many more tribes and species out there yet for them to meat.

As Zama feasted, she dug into her Barisha’s belly, simple in her approach to the meal. Rich flesh flooded her mouth as she chewed and her eyes softened, half-closing. There was no need to be on high-alert while she was feeding, after all, stripping down rich, fatty meat from the Barisha’s stomach and seeking the fattier liver.

Sibusiso took things a little more slowly, choosing to go for her Barisha’s genitals first: she always did like the select parts of a meal, after all. With her teeth and claws, she hooked up his nuts casually, levelling them so she could snip through the neck of the sack smoothly with her teeth. His balls needed no more than that to come away from his form, though his shaft was half-hard and seeming to thicken up even then.

“Mmm...” She hummed happily to herself as she chewed, revelling in the eruption of flavour flooding her mouth, begging her to swallow even while she drew out the experience. “Divine.”

She meant that too, even as she fed more slowly than Zama, her gaze sweeping around the tribe and the fire. A Barisha had been impaled on a spit and was being roasted live, turned slowly above the dancing, eager flames. He was less amenable, but he did not seem at all upset by his fate of being roasted alive, even if he did squirm. On the contrary, it satisfied a predatory part of the lioness to see him wriggling just like that, twitching even where his hands and feet were bound, the spit smoothly having emerged from his mouth.

Sibusiso absently licked her lips, enjoying the show. After all, it was their right to be eaten, though it was engaging just how he wriggled, his cock slowly thickening up all the way until his large cock was fully engorged. She giggled and bumped Zama with her shoulder, drawing her attention.

“Do you think he’s going to ejaculate?” She murmured, though there was really no need at all to be quiet there. “Before he’s fully cooked?”

“Hm?”

Zama looked up, for she had been about to devour her Barisha’s cock, though he would last a little longer in his catatonic state, or so it seemed. Yet the throbbing cock of the Barisha on the spit caught her attention and her tail flicked, still savouring the taste of her meal’s rich, delicious meat in her mouth, sweeping her tongue salaciously across her lips.

It was euphoric, to savour a meal just like that, though she took in the visual show. The Barisha’s cock throbbed lightly as he turned, swinging and falling with gravity, as if it could not hold up its own weight fully. The bobbing length of meat had both the lionesses’ mouths watering, leaning forward, though the Amazons seemed little better. Their focus on eating seemed to be closely refined to the genitalia of the Barisha, though Zama and Sibusiso could only wholeheartedly agree that they were a delicacy. It was only up to the individual as to whether they saved them for later or devoured them immediately, when presented with such an option. Everyone had their way.

The Barisha’s skin slowly turned darker and darker as he roasted, his squirming fading slowly but surely. Yet it was not for him to cling on to a life that was better spent in the pursuit of feeding such predators, his mouth forced agape as his cock obviously twitched. A dribble of pre-cum dripped from his shaft and splattered into the fire, where it hissed before disappearing. Pareen murmured something, swaying lightly from side to side as she watched the show of his being cooked alive.

“Oh, he’s coming...”

Pareen breathed the words, though no one truly took it in as he throbbed and his hips seemed to jerk, as if he was trying to thrust. The Barisha, however, would not be able to demonstrate any normal mating behaviours as he cooked, a simmering aroma flooding from his body. He had to have been rubbed down and basted in a special mix of herbs and spices beforehand, though the lioness pride had their own ways of cooking Barisha too.

As they watched, his cock twitched and jerked against his belly, the spit rotating, and they got to see him cumming first-hand, a jet of seed powerfully shooting over his stomach as he turned. It splattered straight down into the fire and hissed as it met its fate, though the show was all they wanted. Yet Barisha were virile and ropes of seed followed the first, each one arcing beautifully as it left his cock, all given in the grace of those who were going to eat him.

Strangely, his cock did not soften when he was taken down from the spit and laid out on a large platter, the base of which had been carved with wood and then covered with large leaves. It stayed up and reach, hard and begging attention, though that was for one of the Amazons to claim as their own.

One woman clasped his cock securely in a clean hand as she leveraged a sharp blade, angling to cut through his sack and the base of his member in one go. Yet the Barisha did not react in pain at all as his genitalia were swiftly, in a smooth flash of the blade, released from his body, severed in such a way that he could never have hoped to make them his again.

His cock and balls were delicately laid on a plate and drizzled with a fine sauce – just for a little extra flavour. But no one would have wanted to override the natural richness of a Barisha’s flesh, not when they could feast and fill their stomachs many times over if it so pleased them.

The Amazon woman who’d claimed his cock and balls sliced into them smoothly, enjoying her meal as he transferred what had become no more than meat to her mouth. She hummed around her mouthful of cock-flesh, cut into a piece that was better suited for eating, and went in for more, though the Barisha still twitched faintly. He didn’t seem to recognise what he’d lost – or, if he did, it was somewhere deep down within his psyche.

Zama preferred that, personally. She didn’t want to have to deal with prey that fought and struggled unpleasantly after being captured. They knew when their time was up and she much preferred the seduction techniques of the Barisha she’d observed on the plains so far. Their “pet” Barisha would surely be very entertaining to both of them until they feasted on him and fill their stomachs with energy for the hunt ahead.

Zama had not enjoyed her Barisha’s cock and balls yet, so she got to savour that as she lowered her head smoothly over his shaft, her meal still twitching faintly. He was still in the way of life, though it seemed like he was only barely clinging to it as he was devoured alive. Her lips slid down his shaft as if she was about to do something far more pleasant to him, but the swipe and curl of her rough, feline tongue was merely to best position him in her mouth.

She would take her bites slowly, savouring her meal. Closing her jaws, Zama didn’t need to apply any extra pressure at all as she crunched into the base of his member, feeling him jump and twitch under her, though the Barisha barely actually moved. It was merely a reaction of his body and nervous system that could not be held back and she could not fault him for that.

His flesh richly filled her mouth as she swept her tongue around it. Zama’s body shuddered without her consent at just how flavourful the meat was, the blend of spices seeming to deepen the flavour notes without overwhelming them. In the spices, there was the faintest hint of heat – but she wouldn’t have wanted anything more when it was his fat shaft she wanted to relish in.

Of course, his balls could not be left out as she swallowed hard, her stomach rumbling as if it too knew there was more of the meal left to be had. Her tongue swirled around his nuts and his throat seemed to move, like he was trying to talk. Yet there were no words, not even in his own language, the Barisha could spare on her that would prevent his devouring – and he was close to the end anyway.

Her rough tongue scraped around his nuts as she scooped them into her mouth, but Zama was too greedy, bowing her head over him, to enjoy them one at a time. No, she needed the richness of his heavy sack filling her mouth, semen exploding within her maw as she lusciously chewed. So, she crunched down hard to sever his balls from his body while more of the light faded from his eyes, the Barisha at peace with his fate.

That time, he didn’t seem to register his balls leaving the sanctity of his body and stilled while she chewed, working his flesh around her mouth. Her tongue helped her chew, pushing the meat to where it needed to go, though it was still so very tempting to merely tear into his flesh and devour like lionesses were apt to do. Yet there was something more seductive still in the art of eating slowly, to her.

“You really must give me the recipe for this marinade,” Sibusiso said with a low moan that nearly overwhelmed her words, Pareen chuckling nearby. “I hope there are herbs near our pride that I can use for this. Would you share, please?”

“Of course. It is passed down through our tribe, for who would not want to enjoy a meal so gracefully given?”

They had different ways of seeing eating the Barisha, though it was all a part of the natural life cycle to lionesses, so they were still mostly aligned there. Zama chewed thoughtfully, though was eventually forced to push the meat to the back of her mouth, as much as she would have liked to enjoy it further. There may be another Barisha she could enjoy the delicacies of, but she still had her own to feast on – so it would do best for her not to be overly greedy when it came to their gracious hosts.

So, they fed until they were full, enjoying the mix of smells in the air. Some Barishas were packed down below ground level to roast in deeper “pits” while others rotated on the spit above the fire. Some were enjoyed raw, but it all seemed to be very much up to personal preference. That in itself was a lesson for the lionesses to hold in mind.

With all they had learned, they set out the next morning with their spare Barisha in tow for when they got hungry – and needed some personal relief too, of course. The morning dawned bright and clear with a faint layer of dew clinging to the grass, though that would swiftly burn off. The promise of the savannah and the herd they aimed to track hung lightly in the air, like something tangible they could reach out and grasp.

Taking their pet Barisha with them, their hunt proved more successful with full stomachs and energy thrumming through them. Zama and Sibusiso succeeded in finding a lone Barisha under the boughs of a large tree, but he was not the kind of Barisha they wanted to take back to the pride as their trophy. One was not enough for the pride to feast on, so they crept closer through the long, golden grass, their pet Barisha tied up safely some distance back.

Only when they were near did the lions put on an explosive burst of speed that sent them powering across the grass, not needing any weapons other than their teeth and claws to take him down. They worked efficiently, hunger driving them, as Zama blocked the Barisha’s escape while Sibusiso lunged.

She slammed into him and trapped his arms, even as the small, plump creature struggled, eyes wide and wild. Yet, once he knew he was done for, he calmed, going into a soft, peaceful place in his mind as his body accepted its fate.

They could have kept him for longer, but it had been a few days since feeding and they hungered for his flesh too much. Devouring him swiftly, they shared the Barisha between them, ignorant to how his brethren looked on. Yet such things were common in that world and he had no words with which to convey his distaste of their treatment of his kind. He probably didn’t even think like that at all, for the short, fat humanoid-like creatures were too gentle for such things.

The lionesses were at least kind enough with one another to share his genitalia, a tear and a yank of their jaws ruthlessly ripping away his shaft from his body while the other got his balls. The metallic ring of blood flooded their nostrils, yet it was all part of the kill and the feeding as they devoured him alive.

The savannah gave way to a rockier area again, coming towards the foothills that led to a more mountainous area – but that was not where they wished to hunt. No, they could find Barisha down there, hiding, and Sibusiso scented the herd, her tail lashing in excitement.

“They’re close.”

But they could not just charge in with just the two of them. Whereas the hyenas had been fortunate enough to have several of them there to hunt, they could not round up a whole herd together – and they needed more than one Barisha to pass their hunting trial.

Although the herd was near, a straggler seemed to have become separated from the group and the lionesses easily circled him, backing him up against a pale-brown tree that had smooth bark and wide, overhanging boughs. Yet he didn’t have anywhere to go as he tried to flirt with them, showing off his large cock and balls, which were, of course, very typical for the species.

Sibusiso was curious enough to give him a go, though he ran to her the moment she’d laid back and spread her legs for him. His tongue darted skilfully against her pussy and the lioness was already moaning before she considered just how many females he had pleasured in the same manner. That Barisha, however, was most certainly not going to walk free from two hungry lionesses to try that trick again.

Still, it was good to use him, rocking her hips up against his face, though Sibusiso let him work and move as he pleased, more or less. She wanted to see what the Barisha was capable of without her interfering – and she was far from disappointed.

Pleasure surged through her as he did all he could to please her, lips locking around her clit to suckle before his tongue plunged wetly back into her pussy. He shoved his head boldly up under her loincloth, perhaps instinct telling him just how to please her, although Sibusiso did not truly care how he had learned. She only wanted to have her needs sated, every lap of his tongue sweeping away her frustration over not having uncovered the true target of their hunt yet.

She orgasmed loudly on his face, hips bucking against him as she ground against his mouth. Yet the Barisha was not special enough, at least to her, to stop her from eating him – and neither was he good enough in Zama’s case. The second lioness pinned the Barisha on his back and rode his cock for a time, though that was a risky endeavour in her case, for it could lead to pregnancy. Any female could become pregnant by a Barisha, but the Barisha themselves reproduced in a very different manner.

Tiring of his shaft, Zama took to sitting on his face instead and that fared well for him – at least for a little while. As was the case with so much, there was no sense in keeping around a male that could not or would not be devoured when he was not sexually pleasing, so the lion took her fill of him right there and then. Yowling, she ruthlessly sank her claws into his chest as she rode his face, chest heaving as she exploded in ecstasy.

Of course, that pleasure was swiftly defeated by her doing no more than leaning down to bite off his cock and balls in a single snap of her powerful jaws, though Zama was patient enough to savour his sweet flesh for a few moments before gulping them all down. Sibusiso lamented somewhat not getting to enjoy the Barisha in that way – but feeding was more important. If they were going to find the herd and take all the Barisha they wanted to pass their trial, they had to have full stomachs and plenty of energy.

It took one more try to find the herd and the rockier landscape proved fitting for them as they herded them down a narrower gulley, funnelling the Barisha down to a dead end. Zama chased them while Sibusiso blocked off a potential exit, though the smooth rock faces were by no means a way in which they could escape their fate.

The Barisha, finally, all bunched up against one another, mumbling and chirping in that funny little language of theirs. There was nowhere for them to go and the lionesses approached with a languid stride, exchanging grins.

“Thirteen Barisha!” Zama crowed, clasping hands with her sister-huntress. “That’s the most anyone has ever brought back to the pride!”

Sibusiso frowned, but nodded. It was hard to keep exhilaration from coursing through her veins, making her feel like her skin was prickling and her fur was standing on end where it should not have been. Even her hackles were not raised, soft and smoothed down.

“Yes, but we have to get them back too...”

That, at least, was something they had learned along the way and Zama blocked the Barisha in, keeping them in a tight cluster, while Sibusiso worked her way through the herd. Tying them together by their large, swaying balls, they kept control over them. The Barisha had fingers, but they were nowhere near dextrous enough to handle the workings of knots, being such simple creatures.

The trek back to the village was arduous, but they held off on their hunger as much as they could – even when it came to their pet Barisha from the Amazons. Neither had felt like eating him, but that was partially as he’d proven himself to be a lot better with his tongue than the one they had devoured. It was worth it to keep him around when he offered pleasures like that and Zama drifted off every night with little, smooth laps of his tongue coaxing her to the edge and then, gently, into dreamland.

Continued in part three of three…

Their First Hunt

Part three of three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by preyitem

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Back at the village, the lions ran out to hail them, marvelling at the sheer number of Barisha they had captured. The pride leaders nodded, three lionesses who were the matriarchs of the pride, guiding them with their knowledge, but the trial was complete and there was only the festival to be undertaken – the celebration Sibusiso and Zama had been waiting for.

“All hail the greatest huntresses of our tribe!”

Darkness fell and fires leapt to life, sparks snapping to the sky where they faded swiftly. Yet the celebration thrummed and grew in strength as every lioness in the pride came to partake, the thirteen Barisha to be shared between them all. Of course, there were more Barisha still in their food stores, though they were in tents there and not caged. Sometimes, the tethered Barisha were staked out to graze, so they may still eat and fatten themselves up to be fed on, no more than a convenient, delicious food source to the pride.

The lionesses, of course, partook in pleasures with one another as the smell of roasting meat filled the air, Sibusiso showing them up to impale a Barisha on a stake that ran through their entire body, from their mouth to their anus. That was not a cooking method they had tried before and it was just one more good thing Sibusiso brought back to her pride, so they may all revel in the delight that was the feast.

New recipes too begged attention as they mixed herbs and ground spices into a rich, thick paste that could be smeared into the Barisha’s skin. It would do better if they were marinaded for longer, but some of the more delicate ones would simply have to wait for a few days later, rolled and bathed in marinades until their flesh was ripe with fresh flavours. The feast that night was a more immediate affair, shadows dancing where the firelight could not quite reach and lionesses coming together in pleasure.

Two lions kissed passionately, sitting on a log that was a seating area, paws roaming one another’s bodies. Whether they were a mated pair or not was not anyone’s concern when pleasure was shared as freely as it was, but one laid the other back so they could kiss down their body. A loving tongue rasped between their thighs, careful of the most sensitive spots, but lionesses were well-versed in the ways of lovemaking with their own kind. It took a little sensitivity, considering the roughness of their tongues, but it was something they were more than comfortable with.

Barisha were staked out through the main hub of the village, where the fire pits were dug and village members most frequently socialised. They were there for the lionesses to do with as they pleased, though most of the lionesses met around the fires themselves to feed. So, the other Barishas were glad to be used for the means of sexual gratification, two lionesses facing one another as they kissed. Whereas one sank passionately on to the Barisha’s cock, perhaps hoping for her abdomen to swell with a lion cub in time, the other rode his face, treating him as nothing more than a means to pleasure, as was their right.

Of course, Barisha worth the name were wonderful with their tongues, so that ended up being the main way in which they were used. It was always best to sit on a Barisha’s face to keep them in place, or else they could get very wriggly and squirmy. And who, really, would ever want that to distract them from their fun?

Elsa, a lioness with a silvery streak across her left ear, groaned and yowled openly as firelight and shadows danced and flickered across her bare fur. Of course, there was no need at all for anyone in the tribe to wear clothing, but her body rippled with powerful muscle as she ground down on the cock of a bound Barisha. He was a feisty one, squirming and bucking under her. Elsa would have just said that the Barisha knew his purpose, which was to mate with her and please her, even though she had been too randy to partake in his tongue straight away.

That was okay too, as she savoured the thickness of his shaft inside her, how it powered up deep and her body hugged around it. Her pussy squeezed and she tightened her muscles briefly, relishing it as her claws carelessly pricked the bare flesh of his chest. One of her paws rested at the junction of his neck and shoulder, but the Barisha valiantly did not even flinch as trickles of blood marked his skin. It was all a part of his life, what he was to them as merely a part of the food chain.

And he would have lived his life well too, passing on his genetic material. He tried to thrust up against her, but his legs were tied up and splayed out, forcing him to maintain position. His cock was just there to be used as Elsa greedily rode him, increasing her pace as she bellowed a roar, claws biting deep.

Her orgasm ripped through her and that was all for her to take for her own, his cock throbbing inside her. Yet the lioness was all too aware of her desire to be bred, to take his seed up deep inside her, and she needed more than what she already had. Fortunately for Elsa, there was very little she needed to do as her tail flicked passionately, bucking on his member until he exploded inside her.

Taking his seed, as was her right, Elsa bared her teeth in a feral grin.

“Unff... You’re going to seed me again and again, little Barisha,” she all but crooned, but there was a breathless hitch in her voice. “And then I’m going to savour every last bite of your delicious little prick.”

He mumbled to her, hazy with pleasure. But he already understood what his fate was to be.

Vessie grunted, the lioness clasping the thighs of her partner as she ate her out. Splayed out on a large, comfortable rug, the larger lioness rested under the smaller one, Fadiya: all for the latter’s comfort, of course. She lapped up against her partner’s sex, careful with her rough tongue, though she knew her partner more than well enough to get around little issues like that. It was not something she saw as much of an issue as she slurped up inside her, caught in the passion of the feast and orgy, the taste of Barisha still flooding her mouth too.

“Mmm... You are wonderful.” She grunted into Faidya’s sex, though the smaller lioness rolled her hips back against her, needing it even more than before and trapped in the moment. “So wonderful... Let me hear you sing.”

And Fadiya did just that. Yowling, she cried out over and over again with the taste of her partner and lover in her mouth, her tongue flicking deep into Vessie’s sex and dragging back with the skill of one who knew the other oh so very intimately.

Zama and Sibusiso, however, took prime place in the feast. With body paint, marking them as triumphant warriors of the hunt, wrapping down their arms and across their thighs, they had everything they could have needed right there. Lionesses who were yet to take on their own hunt trial crowded around them, getting close to them and savouring the choice cuts of meat the huntresses designed to share with them.

Sibusiso roasted a Barisha slowly on a spit, having lovingly rubbed spices into his skin beforehand and marinated him in a large bowl. He’d squirmed and she’d had to show him her teeth once to get him to be complacent, but the “softness” that came over them when they knew they’d been caught and would not get away wasn’t hard to draw on. A Barisha, after all, was for eating and it was their right to cook them alive, if that so pleased them.

“Mmm...”

She hummed happily, feeling more settled in herself now that the trial was complete. She’d never been the kind of lioness to speak up much, but she’d earned her place in the pride just like anyone else. Two lionesses crouched nearby in a position that was comfortable to them, watching as the Barisha turned and turned on the spit.

He wriggled and squirmed, though some of that was just a reflex to being cooked: his body would react, of course, even if his mind was amenable, surely, to what he was being used for. Sibusiso’s eyes didn’t once leave him as her tail flicked, enjoying the sight of his skin slowly reddening and then charring, gaining a very light crispiness and crunch to it that she had enjoyed with the Amazons.

There were many other tribes out there too and she hungered, with a lap of her lips, to learn from them. From the hyenas to the mares... There were so many new recipes and ways of cooking Barishas that she could bring back to her pride. Maybe that would be her calling, now that she was a huntress? It was entirely up to her.

When her Barisha was roasted through, she laid him down on a long, wooden platter that had been carved by hand. She removed the spit, not wanting it to get in the way, though the life and light seemed to have faded from his eyes. His flesh, however, would be absolutely wonderful when she sank her teeth into it, but she wanted to take her time with every single bite and every morsel.

The other lionesses had their own Barisha, but Sibusiso still was happy for them to watch as she cupped the Barisha’s balls in her paw, making sure they were cooked all the way through. She didn’t want to waste a single bite, but taking her time was the order of the evening. There would be more still to eat, though she still bowed down, palms flat on the ground, as her lips and teeth folded sensually around his nuts.

She could have had one at a time, but there was a chance of wastage, so she made a concession with that in mind. His balls were so fat and firm, the latter from the cooking, in her mouth and she bit down slowly, cradling them on her tongue as flavour exploded in her mouth. That time, she’d gone for a richer blend of spices that begged a hotter, more intense rush, and the lionesses groaned openly. Could there really be anything more euphoric than enjoying a kill she had captured herself?

Biting down all the way, her teeth and powerful jaws severed what was no more than flesh to be devoured from his body and Sibusiso raised her head to a more comfortable level as she chewed slowly. Working his testicles around her mouth, she chewed slowly and let her tongue do the work of moving the meat around her mouth, spice mingling with a strangely salty infusion that seemed to come with her particular Barisha. Their natural flavour was derived from what they ate and the flesh-struck lioness made a mental note to compile a flavour index, so she could feed up Barishas in the future for exactly the flavour profiles she wanted. That would set her apart in the pride, but Sibusiso had never set out in life to be mediocre, just a passing member of the pride that had her place but was not remembered.

She had to swallow her savoury mouthful eventually, however, and hungrily closed her jaws around his cock too. It stood up, engorged but not spurting, which was exactly how the lioness liked it. She lapped up the length of it, using her rough tongue, though the Barisha was too far gone to register her tongue stripping flesh from his cock. She’d used another herb on his shaft that left him with more of an earthen note to his flavour and, falling into the feeding lust, she groaned around him and bit down without a second thought.

The Barisha’s cock was hers to take as she chewed, revelling in the flavour. He twitched, devoid of his genitalia, though he still seemed to be faintly alive. That would not be for long, as he was no more than food, more hungry lionesses crowding around for slices of meat. To them, it did not matter if they fed using only their teeth and claws or used tools to cut for their convenience: it was all, for them, in the manner of feeding.

Unlike Elsa, who had used her Barisha for breeding, most of the Barisha staked and positioned through the tribe had their genitals bound. Of course, some could be used for breeding if the lionesses wanted, but the main course of the orgy was to enjoy the thrill of it, to use them for sex and pleasure. That didn’t mean they had to ejaculate, of course, so the Barishas had their cocks bound so they always pointed upright, springing lightly if the lionesses chose to toy with them.

Their balls, however, were tied off tightly, with a strict wrapping around the neck of their sack. Whereas the cock and ball bondage was visually appealing too, it stopped them from ejaculating and losing their seed. That would be valuable later – or purely delicious, when they were eaten. Either way, the Barisha could serve the pride and every last part of them would be used.

Saisra padded over to one of the Barisha, her stomach full and heavy with meat. Her tail hung soft and loose behind her and the lioness had no clothing on, a spot of blood on one of her breasts. Any mess from her meal, however, could be cleaned off later and was none of her concern.

“What a morsel,” the lioness rumbled in a growl as she approached. “You shall please me.”

The Barisha was tied to the ground in such a way that he could bend his legs and thrust “up” in a way, though his range of motion was limited. His arms were tied off tightly over his head so he was more restricted there, though he had to have been well-behaved enough for the lionesses who had prepared the feast and orgy to think he deserved a little more freedom.

That freedom, however, was solely in the business of being food and prey for the lionesses in that case. He had to please them and Saisra sank on to his cock passionately, licking her lips. His shaft filled her nicely, but the lionesses didn’t even look at him as she fucked him, using him as only a tool for pleasure. What more use, besides food, could a Barisha possibly hold?

The pleasure and passion of the orgy rang out around her, lionesses bowing over their meals while others had placed them on higher, raised tables. It was sometimes the older lionesses, beyond their twenties, who feasted at a higher level, but they devoured their prey all the same.

Through hazy eyes, riding a thick, firm cock, Saisra watched as a lioness ripped her head crudely away from a Barisha’s genitals, a spray of blood flying. The metallic ring of it clawed through the air and Saisra could not help but inhale deeply. Such a divine thing was often overruled by the cooking aromas, though there were many more herbs and spices, brought back by their new huntresses, at play that day.

Another lioness bucked her hips as she rode the face of a Barisha who seemed to have brought her to multiple orgasms already, judging by the wetness marking her inner thighs. But that would not be enough for any lioness truly overtaken by passion, for they needed more than just one. That was just why some Barishas were kept around for longer than others, so they could use them for such pleasures.

Another Barisha had been allowed up on to all fours, though he was still tied to a stake in the ground, ravenously eating out a lioness’ pussy. She spread her legs and tipped her head back while another who seemed to be her partner fed her the delectable treat of a Barisha’s cock and then his balls. Those were from another than the one the lioness was receiving oral pleasure from, however, but the servicing Barishas made no note or recognition of their brethren being cooked and eaten alive.

More lionesses still feasted, cutting their meals with claws and blades, though it was always the genitalia that were the most coveted. After that, the belly cavity was dug into, fishing through for fat and, of course, the richness of the liver.

Two Barishas turned and roasted over the coals of the fire, the lionesses stoking the fire. Saisra growled and licked her lips, rocking on top of the Barisha’s cock so she could take the pulsating power of orgasm from him. She was barely even aware of him moving and though she would talk to the others about having him marked for feasting instead. He didn’t seem to know his place when it came to servicing a lioness.

With Zama, four lionesses bowed over their meals, feasting shoulder to shoulder in the conventional fashion. With further Barishas cooking, they would have been able to fill their bellies ten times over if they’d wanted, but it was all about the moment. Even though the Barishas were in various states of decline, some squirming and blinking faintly, others glassy-eyed, they were accepting of their fate and still alive as the lionesses feasted. Of course, their genitalia was the most coveted part of them as they chose to partake in the optimum way, taking the most select pieces of the Barishas’ flesh firstly. But there was more to be found in their meaty thighs and plump bellies that the lionesses would have been much amiss in leaving, if they had thought to do so.

Zama sank her jaws in around the Barisha’s cock and balls, not caring for delicacy. It was not the time for it as she lightly twisted her head and yanked her mouthful free, crude and bloody. She didn’t have to be soft and delicate, not as the Barisha’s mouth opened and closed soundlessly under her, but he was in another place. No, all the lionesses had to do was revel in the power of the hunt, all she had taken and claimed for her own, meat and rich flavour exploding within her muzzle. The balls were the juiciest part, at least to her, but not even Zama could hold back her hunger as she dived straight back in, swallowing her mouthful and devouring all that she wanted. He was hers to do with as she pleased and the sounds of lionesses ripping and tearing at flesh, although with the wet gulps of them savouring their meal, filled the air, even above the crackle of the fires.

However, there was one, finally that Zama and Sibusiso did not see fit to use as a meal – at least, not yet. When they had finished eating, Zama laid back with her head in Sibusiso’s lap, the latter combing her fingers lightly between the lioness’ ears. Between Zama’s legs resided the Barisha, lapping up deeply and eagerly into her pussy, his cock hard and throbbing.

“Mmmph...” Zama shivered, tongue flicking out against her lips in a lazy, pink swipe. “Wonderful... Divine... Even sweet...”

For there was a lighter note to being eaten out when she had a full stomach too, her tail lightly pinned under her buttocks while she laid back into Sibusiso. The lioness smirked, leaning forward over Zama, the pair entirely comfortable with each other.

“We should keep him,” she said. “At least, for a while. He’s proven himself with that tongue of his... And look how he looks at you.”

For, even then, the Barisha was looking up at Zama, despite the position, with all the loving adoration shining in his eyes he could possibly have been capable of. The lionesses chuckled throatily, almost warmly, and Zama casually pet his head, though her touch didn’t linger long.

“I know a couple of others, in heat, have taken advantage of the Barishas here,” Zama commented, though she was still breathless as she enjoyed the attention. “Maybe later, when we come to our next cycles, we can mate with him.”

Sibusiso hummed contently, a low purr rumbling in the back of her throat, emanating up from her chest.

“Maybe after we’re pregnant,” she mused, comfortable and full, softer in the moment than she had been before, “we will eat him. I want to try a new recipe from the Amazons and I think I have just the one to make his flesh burst with flavour unlike anything we’ve ever tasted before.”

Zama would have answered her, though what they were to do with their little pet Barisha was all up to them as she bucked her hips and ground passionately up against her face. He plunged his tongue into her hot, wet pussy and dragged it up against her clit, though she only yowled in climax the moment his lips locked around her clit, sucking hard.

Orgasm was one thing – but being adored was another. It was a very simple kind of love that came from a Barisha, but it was all he knew. It was all he knew as he moaned into Zama’s pussy and, even then, prepared himself to service Sibusiso too. That was all he was good for, though a part of the Barisha urged him on, all so he could further his line, to breed. He had to procreate and, even though he was not capable of thinking of and understanding such things in the detail and perspective of the more evolved lionesses, he knew he wanted to stay with Zama and Sibusiso. And that was more than good enough for him.

As he was rolled on to his back and another hot pussy descended towards his face, he parted his lips, a faint smile on his lips. The scent of roasting Barisha drifted on the air, but his senses were overcome with female arousal, painting his lips and deliciously intoxicating on his tongue. He ate her out wantonly, teasing her with the tip of his tongue until Sibusiso huffed and sat fully on his face, forcing him to get on with the job, but he was learning what they both liked, bit by bit.

Their first hunt had been a roaring success, but life was to bring so much more for the lionesses – and their favoured, pet Barisha.