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"This is very inappropriate!" the voice was a shade above a whisper. The gazelle looking over her shoulder. Ears pinned back as she tried to control herself.

A lion grinned from the darkness of the secret hall. His voice low, almost music as he chuffed out a, "I warned you what would happen if you kept pressing back against me." His red eyes sparkled in the low light.

Bea smirked down at Shana, her head tipped back so her nose just barely touched his chin. They were pressed close together in one of the many secretive hallways that threaded the keep. She was a lithe, almost delicate looking creature. Muscles honed from hours of dance, being a handmaid, and some light physical training. Her clothing was light, wispy, almost gauze-like. Just translucent enough to obscure the body underneath, without fully hiding it. He was head and shoulders taller than her. Lean muscles, form toned from his love of dance and theater. Bea wore an open vest, fine pants, and very little in the way of ornamentation. A single, fat earring that held the family crest.

The royal family crest. For he was the eldest child of Emperor Rakanu and Empress Savani. And, much like his mother, Bea bore the stark white fur and blood red eyes of an albino.

Shana was the eldest of Jazel, Savani's long held friend and handmaid. Though that meant that she was a couple years Bea's younger. The pair had gown up as friends and loved to tease and dance with each other. Well, among many other things as was expected.

Her ears folded back with a breathy, "I asked you to help me find Gaya, not to..." she trailed off and bit her lip as Bea's fingers hooked and curled. Diving deeper into her pussy. The poor gazelle lifted one leg, breathing getting heavier, her hips rocking towards him. The slick, eager sound of her walls around his fingers echoing around the stark halls of the hidden corridor.

Bea turned his head and ran his rough tongue over her ear. "I did help you find her, see?" He nodded towards one of the viewing slits. A bare whisper of light and sound coming from the other side of the wall. "Then you began to push this lovely rear back into me. How could I resist?"

Her breathing was getting faster. Excitement dripping off his fingers as they dug and rolled. He knew just how to please a woman, and there was something so wonderfully thrilling about being this close to other people, and having to keep quiet. "A-and who is the one who p-pinned me to the wall? Trapping me with his masculine might and arms?" She was panting, breathing hard now. Each motion of his fingers made her hips bump up and back. She could feel him against her backside. Cock already exposed and throbbing. Oh she knew he had to be eager, wanted to cram it into her and seek mutual release.

A louder grunt sounded from the other side of the wall, drawing both their attentions. Gazelle and lion both leaned forward and peered through the slit. Though his fingers didn't stop, nor did her rear cease it's wiggling. Bumping up and back into him as she bit her lower lip. One hand coming up to cradle her own mouth and keep the noises down.

On the other side of the wall, Bea's sister stalked in a slow circle. The lioness was every bit as tall as her brother's own giant stature. Head, shoulders, and even breasts above most people's heads. Unlike her brother, she had taken after their father. Muscles thicker, stronger, shaped by hours training with weapons and roughhousing with the guards. She often joked that she was more of a man than her sibling was.

Even now, she had discarded most of her clothing. Leaving her in just a pair of padded leather breeches, gloves, and boots. Her breasts heaving with each panted breath, golden fur matted with sweat. She peered over her shield at the jackal that was circling her as well. The guard down to just gloves and boots. Clothing discarded and tossed into a corner. "Someone's getting excited," she play-growled at him in her rough voice. "What, see my tits and your spear gets up?" Gaya shook her shoulders, breasts jiggling. She turned the motion into a lunge and swipe with her practice sword.

Bea chuckled into Shana's ear, "Looks like she convinced Nash to some strip-duels again." He hooked his fingers and pulled them against her inner walls. Thumb drumming across her clit. "What do you think? He's going to bait her into a few more losses and finally take her slit?" Rough tongue bathed Shana's ear, "Or is she going to drum him into the ground and ride his face until he finishes all over his belly."

Shana was pant-squeaking into her own hand. One foot up, hips driving back, eyes fluttering. "W-we b-b-both kneeehgggh..." She bit into her own fingers to silence herself. Hips arching, body trembling under the lord's actions. Pleasure rising into a peak that he carefully curated. Using his mouth, soft words, and light touches to bring her to a shuddering, trembling crest. Then coax her back down. Allowing her the moment or two she needed before breathing out, "We both know she's going to sit on his face until he passes out."

Bea lifted his hand, "Very true," he hummed, words flavored with a playful growl. Shana watched as he licked those pale fingers, tongue curling over his pink fingertips. Reaching back, she wiggled her hips, pushing her pants down. Not far, just enough to fully expose herself. Then, she reached back and took his cock in hand, guiding it down to her pussy and sliding the tip in.

"Well," he chuffed, "manhandling the royal scepter?"

She cast a smirk over her shoulder, "We both know that you'll make a mess either way." Oh his tip felt good. Thick, bulbous, with a crown of soft barbs that made her insides quiver. Especially as she began to sink back onto his spire. Both hands lifted and pressed to the back. Using her core muscles and hips only to gyrate. All but dancing into his lap, breath picking up the pace again.

Bea followed her lead, stepping in and hooking his hands around her hips. The lion let out a breathless grunt. Sinking his flesh into hers and lifting her off the ground at the same moment. Her gasp was a little louder than expected, but readily drown out by the sound of sparring in the other room. For just a second, her hooves dangled above the floor, legs swaying as the male buried himself inside her. Then they looped and hooked against his legs, drawing herself back. Never stopping the motions that she knew he enjoyed so dearly.

Her next gasp got cut off as his hand lifted to her mouth. Fingers prying into her maw, pressing against her tongue. Letting the gazelle taste herself on his fingers. Her eyes rolling in her head as she lapped at his digits obediently. Body lifting and pushing into his. Jostling with the lion's powerful thrusts. His head pressing close to hers, breath hot on her neck. Oh it was all so wonderful and getting to be too much for her so quickly!

In the training room, Gaya's ear twitched as she heard something from near a tapestry. Shana and Bea perhaps. She must be looking for me. The lioness sighed and rolled her shoulders. I would wager those delegates are arriving soon. Mother might want a pre-pre-pre-celebration dinner or meeting with tea or something. Her ear flicked, Though if she's sending Shana now, they'd still be hours out. Which means...

She brought her hand down to swat Nash's stomach, "Alright, get to work." The jackal let out a muffled noise from his position firmly under her. Powerful thighs trapping his muzzle against her bared pussy. "You have until I get bored to make me cum. If you do, I might let you fuck my thighs tonight." She arched with a pleased look on her face. Especially as he put that tongue to work. Oh, he was so much better at this than he was fighting. She moaned and arched her back as the male's tongue dug in. Her hand trailing down to reach his cock. Fingers just touching his tip and…

"Mmppnnghnnn!" he protested into her, hips jerking up. The jackal's cock heaving, balls releasing their load across her arm and his belly at her mere touch. Panted breathes blasted her backside as he tried to keep licking her in apology.

How very like him, she laughed to herself. Casually licking her fingers before shifting. Heels hooking under his head, trapping him as she lifted herself just enough to let him take a breath. "Pathetic," she growled, knowing he adored it. Then she sat down hard and snarled, grinding across his muzzle. "Worthless male! Couldn't even take a single touch from your Lady? Pha! If I let you near me, it would be out of boredom or pity." His cock twitched, tongue driving deeper into her. Making her bite her lip and tremble, "Yes, make it up to your Lioness. Show her how sorry you are." Thighs pressed to either side of his face, "And make it quick. I have to bathe and see to my mother. Then remember," her hand dropped to his thigh. That cock twitching, balls pulling up as her nails rasped over his flesh slowly, "since you lost, you are mine tonight."

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Savani perked her ears as she looked up, "Ah, wonderful! Both my children here, cleaned and dressed." There was a glint in the matriarch's eyes as she looked between them. The lioness was still beautiful, her once lithe dancer form had softened somewhat since she first bore her eldest twins. Time and multiple pregnancies had taken a toll. Yet under those curves were muscles that could dance either of them into the ground. Not to mention a mind as sharp as ever.

She angled her head as Gaya strode in. The younger lioness leaned in and gave her cheek a kiss. "Of course, why would my dearest Empress expect less?"

Savani wrinkled her nose lightly at her daughter, "Because I raised you, and I know what tricks and habits you get up, demon daughter of mine." Bea chuckled. The male having swapped to a finer top, open just enough to show off his chest muscles. He also wore his favorite cloak, more a cape thrown over his shoulders, with a shaped hood that shielded his eyes from the sunlight that entered the room. Their mother didn't even look towards him as she churred, "Oh don't you start, Young Meister. Half the castle hears what you get up to."

He smirked, face half-covered by the hood, "That only means that I am doing things proper. Does it not?"

Gaya snagged her brother's face in a large hand as she walked past. Causally shoving him off balance and into a pile of cushions. She dropped to a seat and brought a leg up to rest her arm across her knee. "May I ask what brings us to this meeting, oh mother dear?"

Savani wrinkled her muzzle and sipped her drink. "The royal party from Om are arriving tomorrow. As you two know we'll, because I have told you several times now, her eldest are your age. I would like you to entertain them. Show them the sights." She caught the look Bea was giving her, "Only that sort of Entertainment if they express interest in it. I swear, you two have the drive of your father." She breathed out the lowest of sighs, "All I ask is for you two to be diplomatic and charming, can you manage that? No incidents we will regret later." She cast a look towards Gaya, "I would prefer they leave with all their limbs intact, Daughter mine."

Gaya let her chin rest on her arm with a smile, "Cut off one finger and you never hear the end of it. In my defense, he had presented it in the most rude way. I merely took his offer." She caught the wilting look from her mother, "I promise I will do my best to behave."

A low sigh, "That is the best I can expect from anyone, I suppose. Now, your father has ridden out to meet them. He will be staying at their encampment tonight and guide them in personally tomorrow." She rolled her head, "You know how he so adores arriving just as the sun crests over the palace." A subtle, quiet hint not to stay up too late. "So perhaps an early meal?" she barely had to lift a hand before staff drifted from the walls with food. This also being her way to say Have some fun and enjoy yourselves tonight, for tomorrow it's business.

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Pleasantries, pomp, and etiquette had them out in their finest clothes the next morning. Savani in the center and lightly ahead. Her children fanned out behind her. Bea and Gaya at her shoulders, their siblings fanned out behind them. Bea leaned over ever so slightly and tilted his head, hood hiding his face as he muttered, "So sister dearest, did you allow Nash entry last night? Or was he stopped at the gates once again?" He wasn't sure who enjoyed the thigh-fucking more. The jackal guard, or his sister. There was a slight twitch to her ears and her hand came up. Fingers locked straight like a spear as she jabbed his side sharply.

"Enough you two," Savani snorted gently. Lips barely even moving as she chastised them. Stepping forward to begin her greetings. Meeting her Emperor with a light kiss. Her eyes sharp behind the veil she wore.

Royal greetings could, and often did, go on for hours. Each of them had been trained in them since the day they could speak. Language, arts, diplomacy, all of it and more had been taught to them their entire lives. Everything to shape them into well-rounded future leaders. Bea approached it like a dance, like poetry. Weaving meaning and flavor behind words with mere glances and tone. Gaya approached it with trained grace, going through the motions as if she were practicing some form.

The Om representatives were their Queen Neha, and twin sons. Manoj, easily as tall as Gaya and equally broad at the shoulder; and Riya, tall but not as muscled. Both dressed in very similar garb to the lions. Long coats, light airy outfits, and each with a head wrap folded and tucked a specific way.

Greetings and declarations took until the sun began to rise higher in the skies. The royal party retreating as it began to warm. Something that Bea was grateful for, since the promenade was rather reflective. Even with his hood up, his eyes began to smart and sting.

Once inside, a meal was prepared and brought out. Not an official feast, but rather something more sociable. Bea and Gaya settled into a low, cushioned seating area with Riya and Manoj. "So," Riya chuffed before they were even settled, "I hear you are quiet the dancer and poet." His ears perked forward as the tiger flashed a smile.

Bea responded with a soft laugh, "Something like that. Empress-Mother always loved dance. It was said that is one thing that drew our Emperor-father's eye to her. Yet it was also her wit and personality that kept him coming back." He smiled and tilted his head, "Among other unique features." A slight wave towards his own appearance, "I took after her in more ways than one, it seems. And you? I have heard a great many things about the poetry of Om."

Manoj breathed out a low, playful chuff, "You might have stepped into an ambush there, Friend. Once you get Riya started on poems and poetry, getting him to stop is quite the task."

Riya didn't miss a beat, "No more a trap than speaking of arms or armor around you, Brother dear."

Bea smirked, "Then perhaps that is something my sister can entertain him with. She is rather fond of the martial arts, and is rather skilled in them herself." He shifted his attentions to Riya, "If you would be interested, I could show you the grand library."

Ears perked, "Oh, a Grand library is it? Always do like to see what might be stored at someone's library."

Bea offered Riya a hand and stood up smoothly, "Well, then I am certain that the elders wouldn't mind if I give you a little tour of the shelves." Riya cast a glance over, but his mother was deep in conversation with the Imperial rulers. He took the hand with a smile and followed out.

Gaya sighed at her brother and rolled her eyes. Only just catching Manoj doing the same thing. "And what about you?" she offered, "Would you like to peruse the shelves?"

The tiger chuffed, "I prefer racks myself." He gave her just a second before, "Weapons and armor. My brother likes books, which I do as well. I just prefer treatise on what a body can do, tactics and planning," he tapped his head, "I enjoy a good challenge."

She flashed a smirk, "Well then, I think we can get along." Gaya glanced around and waved over Shana, "Would you kindly show Ser Manoj to the training grounds? I need to change out of these skirts before I show him what we have." The gazelle bobbed her head and waited as the tiger stood up, leading him out. Lioness following a few steps behind.

Savani chuffed under her breath, "How long before they are snarling and enjoying each other's presence?"

Queen Neha smirked into her drink, "No sooner than I am enjoying both of yours." The older tigress let out a low huff, "I do have to... Thank you for those wonderful letters you wrote to me. I am especially curious about some of these," she trailed off for a moment then her voice dropped, "experiences you spoke so highly of."

Savani leaned in with a smile, "He has slowed down, but I can introduce you to... Well, I call him Raj."

So, this is the Grand Library?" Riya walked with hands behind his back. They were in the Library, or rather the Palace section of it. Shelves lined walls, created corridors, and hemmed in the few staff that wandered the shelves. Shelves packed with volumes ranging from thin pamphlets all the way to mighty tomes that would take two to carry. Scrolls in cases of metal, wood, or leather stacked in racks. It was all lit by crystals set into the ceiling, each one allowing sunlight to spill into the room. In the evenings, candles or lanterns were used. Nothing that would smoke or cause damage to the volumes.

Bea chuffed, "This is our section of it. They have a several story building down in the city itself. More interesting works stay here, or have copies made." He flashed a little smile as he angled his head. He ran a light finger over the polished wood of a shelf, "What would you be interested in looking at?" The lion posed the question, feigning that he didn't notice the look the tiger was giving him. "Grand poems of adventure? Treatises on philosophy perhaps or foreign volumes with exotic dishes?"

That caught the tiger off guard, "Exotic dishes?"

A laugh, "Rather strange one. This traveler kept two journals. One documented his travels, the cities he went to, landscapes he saw. Has some very lovely paintings withing the pages. The other was all about the food. What snacks locals might have, dishes the commoners ate versus what those of higher station might." The tiger breathed out a curious nose. "If you're interested, we can grab a few different texts and retreat to a reading nook I have set up."

"That does sound delightful. Please, show me some of your favorites, but also one of these... Food journals."

The pair wandered through the shelves, collecting a few volumes. By the time they made their meandering way to Bea's little alcove, someone had delivered finger foods and drinks. As for the alcove itself, it was tucked into a wall. Layers of light fabric obscuring the inside while also diffusing light. Inside was a small ring of low cushions. Seating for more than just the pair, as well as several unlit, shielded lanterns. Waiting should they be needed once the sun set.

"Well," Riya chuffed, "this is certainly pleasant." Before sliding down onto a cushion.

Bea returned the chuff, "Yes, one downside of being so..." He paused as he pulled his hood back to reveal the blood-red eyes that came with his condition. "Striking is that the sun is rather hard on my eyes." The albino lion sank down with a grace that made Riya's ears perk. "So what shall we start with?" he offered with a smile and tilt of his head. A part of him wondering if his sister was having as much fun.

Snarls broke out as bodies crashed. Shield met shield, practice blade crashed and sparked. Manoj leaned into his shield, counting on his greater size and weight. Gaya planted her feet and pressed back. Showing that the lioness was hardly lacking either.

"You're good," he said, a hint of amusement coming through the strain.

Whiskers twitched, noses nearly touching, "I would hope so, I've worked hard to become so!"

At some unspoken cue, the pair stepped back and began to circle again. "What sort of training have you done?" Sweat matted his fur and pressed against the padded armor, but Manoj looked collected, calm.

Gaya flashed a smile and tilted her head, "I have honed my strength with my father and other fighters. Mother saw that I got some training in dance, which helped with..." she darted and twisted in a way that nearly caught him, "Flexibility!" She twisted again, bending backwards and sweeping up from below, "and balance." She twisted as the tiger danced back. Body contorting and moving in a way that caught him off guard. "Plus other..." blade clashed off shield, "Unorthodox methods."

Manoj grunted in response and took a swipe. Gaya parried and ducked in with a speed that surprised him. The tip of her blade digging at his side, "Hit," he announced and stepped back with a salute, "Unorthodox?" A step to the side and he pulled his helmet off.

She joined him at the water barrel, "Some training with pit fighters here and there. Entirely different beast to go in unarmed and unarmored." A little smirk, "Can only distract them a little before they start really fighting." Manoj nodded, listening as he offered a ladle of water. She shook her head and waited until he'd poured some over his head and drank before doing the same. "Then there's the... Other method, which father doesn't know about."

Brows lifted, "Other?"

Gaya chuffed, "Well..." she looked around, didn't see anyone. Didn't spot the view slits open either. "I'll challenge the guards to a little context now and then. Each hit, a combatant loses some bit of arms or armor. Their choice. First one to lose it all, well they are..." She smirked, "Won. By the other for the evening. Nothing extreme allowed. Nothing the other is uncomfortable with, but they are," she arched her brows with a smirk, "fully under the sway of the Victor."

Manoj's eyebrows about left his face they shot up so fast. "Fully as in..." he made a hand motion as if searching for the word.

Oh she knew what the motion meant and nodded. "I lost a few times, learned some new tricks, began to win more often than not." Her voice dropped, "The jackal outside? He's one of my favorites. Gives me a good run until I start scoring more points. Then he's a rather great sport at losing. I think he enjoys being made to wait for me to say it's okay before he," it was her turn to gesture. "Shall we continue or do you want a break?"

"I believe I want to continue, though perhaps with your..." he moved towards the center of the ring again, "special rules."

"So, do you think the others are having as good of a time?" Riya breathed out as he lay there. He'd set aside his turban for the moment. Hair pulled back, ears twitching. The tiger lay across a couple cushions, his head resting against Bea's stomach. Evening had fallen, lights low, and the pair had lit a single lamp to share.

The lion let out a chuckle, "Knowing my sister, she's probably working herself into a heavy sweat. Trying to score more points on your bother.

A low laugh, "The same for Manoj. He loves a good sparring match. He's been trained by some of the best of our kingdom."

Bea nodded, "Well then. She is probably having the time of her life right now."

Head twisted a little as the tiger looked up, "And you?"

A low smile crossed his lips. "Good wine, good food, and fresh viewpoints to discuss reading with? How could I be having an even greater time."

There was a playful, "Oh I could imagine how." Riya shifted ever so slightly, "Your cock has been prodding my neck for some time now." The tiger moved a little and Bea sucked in his breath. Never in his life, had someone stroked him using the back of their head, "If you would like, I could," Riya licked his lips, "Tend to that for you."

Bea felt a flutter in his stomach and stretched, "If you would be so kind, I would gladly reciprocate."

"Mm, gladly." Riya twisted on the seat and calmly undid the lion's belt. "In due time, of course." A push slid the loose fitting pants down and revealed his cloth. Bea leaned his head back with a slight moan as Riya took a moment to press his fingers to that waiting shaft. "Oh, you're impressive one too," he breathed out before pulling the cloth away. "And what a delightful color too." The lion's cock flopped out against his pale belly. The flesh the same pale as his fur and flesh, which only made the veins stand out all the more as they began to pulse and throb with excitement.

Bea reached down and let his fingers trail over Riya's head. The tiger grumbled happily as he began to bob his head. Lips touching the tip, drawing it in, then sliding back. Teeth just barely grazing the surface as his rough tongue played over the flesh. Riya rolled his tongue slightly, making use of the smoother underside as he lowered his head further. Wrapping and curling his tongue around the manhood. Using the different textures to make Bea pant under his breath.

The tiger was methodical, practiced. Working the lion in ways that had the experienced male arching and groaning. Bea's hand moved down Riya's back. Feeling the solid warmth of the tiger through his clothing. Fingers dancing over the fine garments as his eyes narrowed. His partner came up for air, "Are we having fun?" Each word whispered over his cock and made him shiver.

Shoulders rolled as he uttered a pleased, "We are. How far is his highness wanting to go?"

Riya smiled and lifted his head, "If his nobility is asking if we would like a bedroom." Fingers curled around the hard cock, feeling the barbs. The way the flesh pulsed and twitched. A squeeze prompted the pale flesh to surge in his grasp. "Then we have time. Unless One wishes to sneak past the library staff and delay..." Riya's grip reversed, forefinger and thumb squeezing as he lowered his hand to the base. Bea huffed, precum dripping from his tip. Which the tiger leaned in to clean up with a kiss. "His release." Another kiss, suckling gently as his tongue teased the tip.

Bea's hand moved further, coming to rest on Riya's hip. "We assure His Glory, that We are most discreet when the need arises."

"Good, then extinguish the light." Bea perked an ear, "I prefer the dark," Riya smiled and rolled his head, "Adds a sense of mystique to it."

Since the tiger dropped the Royal Vernacular, Bea followed suit. "As you wish then." And pinched the flame out. Wonder if it some habit from his kingdom, or embarrassment about being with another male? Maybe I should comfort or ask him about it. Though later, once we are both more relaxed.

It was later in the day, not quite night. The single light had been more than enough to illuminate the alcove. Without it, and with the layers of curtains, the pair were cast into shadows. Both warm, solid outlines cast in the dim light. Even their superior feline vision, well suited for full dark, wasn't quite ready to compensate yet. Riya shifted beside him, one hand on Bea's cock, the other working his clothing off. Layers of belt, fine garments, and more whispered off the striped form. All while his fingers delicately massaged the waiting lion. Keeping him nice and hard. Occasionally leaning in to clean up whatever precum might escape.

Mere seconds passed before the tiger moved to straddle him. "Do you wish me to take charge at all?" the lion chuffed the question. Hands moving to stroke bared thighs. Savoring the feel of those mighty, powerful legs as they framed his body.

A light touch stopped his questing fingers. "No, I wish to take command this time. Just lay back and enjoy, oh Pale One."

Bea nodded in the dark, "As you wish," he breathed. Laying back and letting his hands link behind his head. Nose twitched against the dark, picking up the tiger's perfumes. Thick, spiced, almost overwhelming now that he was focused more on it. The lion's eyes narrowed as he breathed in, lip curling just a touch. There's something there...

Riya's breath washed over his face as the tiger leaned in. Whiskers touching, twitching, making his eyes open again. The muzzle all but filled his vision, lips parted as the tiger panted. "Been aching for this," he growled, hand stroking Bea’s length. Lifting it up as his hips shifted. Fur brushed over the eager cock, not caring that precum slid over his pelt and marked him with the lion's scent. Fur gave way to softness as it tucked in between thighs. An opening, slick and warm, waiting for him. Thighs pressed to either side of his hips as the tiger trembled. Then sat down.

Riya gasped, mouth opening as he slid down the lion's length. Warm, smooth walls opening around the invading length. Back hunched and shoulders rolled as he slid further and further down. Untested body eager around the length. His voice started to rise. A gasp turning into something louder. Something building in his throat and threatening to spill out. Bea's hand found his head and the lion drew him down. Lips sealing the noise in, teeth clicking, tongues meeting in a nearly frantic need.

Hips met and the tiger trembled. The lion buried fully inside him. The first male ever to be sheathed inside his body, to know his secret. He hesitated, trembled, thighs shaking as he hunched over the prone lion. Heated pussy lips quivering around the sizable manhood inside him.

A chuff pressed into his lips. Hand moving from his head down to his shoulders, then back. Drawing him close to the lion. Bare bodies pressed and met. Bea moved ever so slightly under him. Drawing his legs up to press deeper into the tiger. Taking a moment to savor the feel of Riya wrapped about him. Even that little stir was enough to make the tiger twitch. Hips bouncing a fraction of an inch. Barbs rasped his insides in a way that almost made him black out. Head rushing with pleasure as his body trembled. He broke the kiss and buried his muzzle into Bea's neck.

Lips brushed his ear, "Allow me."

Slow, steady, Bea began to treat it like a dance. Hands and hips guiding the tiger. He started with slow, shallow movements. Skillfully moving his own body, rolling abs and hips in ways that only a belly dancer could. Soft, slick noises sounding from the pair as his cock slid in and out. Barbs barely kissing inner walls before laying flat again. Riya nodded and breathed pants into his neck, head reeling as he steadied himself. Hips soon starting to move as well. Meeting each roll with a push of his own.

In moments, he leaned back and planted his hands on Bea's torso. A low groan rolling in his throat, but not daring to escape. "Thank you, I was a little..." he huffed with embarrassment, "overwhelmed." He lifted himself a few inches. Biting his lip as the barbs set off fireworks within his core. Then sat back, grinding into the male's base.

"My pleasure," Bea breathed out. Hands falling to Riya's hips again. Thumbs dipping down curiously as he stroked those wonderful striped thighs. Sure enough, his finger pads brushed across an inflamed slit. Lips stretched tight around his spear, pearl trembling as his fingers teased it. Which only made the tiger huff, pant, and hunch his shoulders.

Hips began to move faster. Riya starting to listen to his body. Lifting, dropping, driving his partner down into those cushions. Bea's skillful body moved, meeting and matching the inexperience above him. Feeling how Riya began to tremble, ears perking at each gasp, every sharp breath. He smiled to himself and rolled his hips into the thrusts, aiming himself just so.

Riya's claws buried into his chest as the tiger stiffened. A sharp inhale hissed through his lips as he reached his peak, feeling pleasure unlike any he'd experienced before. Bea's tip found the tiger's g-spot and kissed it just so. Making the striped one tremble and lash his tail. Maw opening in a heated, soundless noise. Eyes rolling back as lights and sounds erupted within him. Trembling atop his partner as his body shook with raw pleasure. Something only encouraged by the lion as hips moved faster. Meeting each trembling, awkward nudge with a push of his own.

Bea followed suit a breath later. Delivering a half-dozen more thrusts before hands pulled Riya close. Letting the tiger feel as his purse began to lift. Royal seed rushing into the regal halls. Low, teeth-grinding grunts came from the pair as they rocked into each other. Riding out their shared pleasures with each other for a very long moment.

Then Riya slumped forward, just catching himself from simply flopping across Bea. The tiger's voice was low, "You must keep this a secret."

"Of course. Just between us. Though if I may?" he let the question linger unasked.

Shoulders rolled, "It is what I feel is right." Hips moved slightly and Riya shivered. A delighted little noise breaking up his throat, "Do you think that our siblings are having as much fun?"

Bea grinned into the dark, "I am more concerned with the regal highness right here. My sister can handle herself." He pulled Riya down and rolled over, pressing the tiger into the cushions as his hips began to roll again. Growling down at his partner playfully.

"And that should take care of that!" Manoj wiped his hands with a broad grin. The tiger was half-dressed. Stripped clear to his waist, sweat matting his fur, an eye swelling from where a stray blow had caught his cheekbone. Yet he couldn't have look more pleased with himself it he had tried.

Gaya was stripped bare. The lioness had lost fair and square, and submitted to him. Which meant that she got to experience something wholly new to her. Manoj had removed all the weapons from a standing rack, and then moved it to the center of the room. She stood with her feet bound to the sturdy wood. Body leaned forward in between two sturdy cross members. Arms lifted and behind her, bound to the top of the weapon rack. Her jaws were closed about an iron ring, the gag bound in place with another leather strap. She watched the tiger as he stepped back and looked her over. He is so lucky I didn't win. Never would I have even considered something like this! I would have just teased him until morning and then let him spill across my thighs. Here he has me...

Smack.

She'd been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't notice he'd opened his pants. Now the tiger stood before her, cock in hand and smile on his lips. "Well, I believe I am ready for what comes next. Do tell me if you can't handle it, Lady." He calmly pressed his cock against her open mouth, sliding the hard length into the opening made by the ring.

Lips curled back in a snarl. He let his hand come to rest on the cross member over her head and thrust. Tip shot past her tongue and into her throat, almost making her gag. Though his words made her press down on the reaction. Feeling his cock pulse inside her maw. Precum drooling down her throat before he pulled back and stroked in again. Casually fucking her face, mashing his groin into her muzzle, cock slipping into then down her throat. Her growls turned into soft gags. Eyes rolling back in her head, watering as the male pressed so far into her gullet. Then she saw his look, that smug half smile, and she stamped down every reaction.

It still didn't stop her lips from curling, shoulders rolling, and a soft retch from coming up. Though she held it down as he stepped closer. Thrusts came faster, closer together. His tip slipping into her throat, letting her feel the precum roll up his shaft, then drip down her throat and drag across her tongue.

A hand closed about the back of her head as he plunged himself balls deep. Mashing her nose into his groin. That damp, sweaty tiger fur grinding into her nose. Balls flush to her chin as his cock pulsed in her throat. Gaya's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt him press so deep. Every bit of him invading her every sense and assaulting her. By the fucking gods, why is this turning me on? Body heaved and throat protested the prolonged invasion. Soft gagging coughs starting to fight against his tip. Excitement rolled down her and made her bound tail lash. Wood creaking as her thighs trembled ever so slightly.

Manoj pulled back with a pleased, "Thank you for preparing me, Lady. Now..." he rounded her in a few steps. Hands rough from work and training found her hips in stinging claps that jarred her entire form. Iron-hard grip squeezed her cheeks and spread them apart. His thick tip found her pussy wet and ready. Furred lips pulling back to reveal the petals of her rose. "We begin in truth."

She arched and let out a gasping cry as he plunged into her. He leaned over her and voiced his own snarl. Not stopping until his balls were pressed against her. Tip all but kissing her cervix as the larger male buried his pole into her holy grounds.

His grip tightened on her rear, nails digging into her haunches. Oh fuuuuck, Gaya's eyes rolled back, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth. He was big. Easily the largest male she'd been with, or at least the largest she could recall. Well, save that old pit fighter that Mother introduced her to. But he was a beast of a being and hadn't actually penetrated her.

Manoj's first thrust rocked her and made the weapon rack creak. Gaya's toes flexed and she let out a low noise of pleasure. Barbs flared and pulled at her insides then lay flat. Whispering as he powered forward until hips met hers in a jarring thrust. Her entire body rocked forward and wood creaked before his grip wrenched her back. Holding her as he drew that mighty weapon out of her. Insides clenched with a desire she couldn't have imagined before. Juices squirting around him with excitement before he hammered in again. Striking her with all the force of a battering ram.

Pleasure built fast and hard for the lioness. Muscles tensed and rippled under golden hide as she felt it building. The tiger worked her like an expert. Cock sliding deep and striking each vulnerability with precision she couldn't have dreamt of. Imagine her shame when, mere moments after starting, her back hunched and a huffing groan wrenched out of her. Pleasure crashing through her entire being. Leaving her shaking and trembling, drool dripping from her maw as her body pushed back for more.

Which the tiger was more than happy to give that to her. A low growl rolled up as he leaned over her. Not even letting her recover before his assault began anew. Slamming into her, making her eyes roll back as he powered through her pleasure. Using his spear to seek out each weakness within her. Obliterating any resistance she might have had to this act and leaving her trembling under him.

Riya mewled and gasped. Body arching into Bea's as the tiger threw legs around him. They had, somehow, made it to Bea's chambers. Riya fully exposed to him. Smooth, flat chest pressed up as the lion leaned in. Rough tongue playing with nipples, teasing them as hands explored the muscled form. Heated bodies lifted and pressed. Meshing close together before retreating. Faster. Harder. A frantic energy coursed through them as the pair meshed. Matching energies to push the other higher.

"There you go, nice and deep." Manoj's voice was low, growling into Nash's ear. The jackal guard was naked from the waist down, his cock buried up to his sheath inside the lioness. Feminine honey and tiger cum dripped down his balls and onto his pants as the male gasped. "Doesn't she feel wonderful?" The jackal nodded, panting, his ears flapping as he trembled, rocking his hips just a little. "And what of me?" Manoj teased as he pushed tight. Burying his cock fully into the jackal, not allowing him a to move so much as a hair. All before he pulled back, letting the guard pant and deliver a few thrusts between the pair. Then using his strength to trap the male again.

Nash's tongue rolled, "It feels wonderful, My lieges." He wasn't lying either. The thick, clinging heat of cum and Gaya around his cock? Oh it was almost matched by the heavy, firm length buried under his tail. Rear clenching around the invading cock with joyous glee.

"Good," a rough tongue bathed his ear. "Now, what I want you to do is…"

"Cum in me!" Shana whined with need. She was pinned under Riya. The tiger eagerly suckling on her breast. As in her entire breast was tucked into the male's mouth. Rough tongue playing with the nipple and grooming fur. Slurping wetly as his tail lashed behind him.

No, cum in me, Riya asked with eyes and a tilt of his hips. Both begging Bea as the lion casually swapped between them. Fingers curling and playing with Riya for a moment. His cock buried up to the hilt inside of Shana. Slamming into the gazelle as the tiger held her pinned. Only to swap after a few thrusts. Furiously polishing Shana's pearl while his length slammed into the thrice-creamed tiger.

He breathed a sigh, "It's so hard to choose. I guess I'll have to get both of you eventually." He grinned and leaned over. Biting Riya's scruff and slamming his cock into he gazelle. Rejoicing as she cried out in delight as he began to fill her up. The tiger's hips jerking up and back into his fingers. Heated cunt grabbing and pulling at the digits as he joined the servant in pleasure.

Nash was panting hard, leaning over Gaya's body with a look of pure bliss on his face. The lioness swallowed around his cock, feeling her jaws being stretched around his knot. Damned fool got his knot behind the ring and now he's stuck!

Yet it only made her cheeks flush with excitement. She was on her back in bed now. Her bed. Legs bound tight and pulled against her sides. Arms strapped to them as well, folded neatly and left open for the pair. Breasts heaving as Manoj fucked her with the force of a beast. Rattling her and the very bed itself as his cock slammed into her depths. Stirring up the mix of his cum and Nash's seed. Driving some deeper, pulling the rest out. Her eyes rolled in her head as she huffed. Panting around the cock as the jackal pushed deep. She had a front row seat as his balls bounced off her muzzle and began to twitch. Thinner, almost watery cum spurting into her mouth and throat, some managing to spill out as she half-coughed. Body heaving up in the throes of another peak.

~

Savani smirked to herself, hand resting on Jazel's head. The gazelle huffed, nuzzling into the lioness, tongue sliding deep into her pussy lips. Making the female arch and huff, trembling slightly as her eyes narrowed with pleasure. Though her attention wasn't on her maid. No, rather it was on Queen Neha.

The tigress looked like she was in absolute bliss. Her nails dug into Raj's broad chest, drawing new scratches along the liger's body. He took the fresh wounds in stride, never slowing his pace at all. Fingers of his one remaining hand dug into the tiger's haunch, holding her up with the help of Rakanu. Lion and liger sharing the tiger. Their cocks pounding deep into her core. The scent of need and heat heavy in the room. Not to mention the sheer amount of cum that was already leaking from her.

Rakanu threw himself forward and buried a snarl into the tigress' neck. His primal call ending with a bite that made her threw her head back and tremble. Unable to even find the breath to let her pleasure be known. Tail out stiff, legs kicked into the air and toes flexing in a way that spoke of her great joy. As the lion pulled out, the liger shifted ever so slightly. Moving to lay the tigress down on the bed, stepping his feet apart as his great, scarred form hunched over her. The, now retired, pit fighter throwing himself into her with all the gusto his joints could manage. Scarred hide stretched over his massive muscles as he leaned over the tiger. Seemingly hellbent on ruining her or wearing her out.

Rakanu paused to sip some wine. Looking over the couple as he sat next to his Empress. "I still cannot believe you... Entertained him for hours on end."

Savani moaned and arched towards him. Meeting him in a kiss. "He had been proven infertile time and again. Well, aside from that one woman you stuck him with. So I thought there would be no harm." She offered her sweetest of smiles, "Besides," her voice dropped to a husky whisper, leg draping around the gazelle's head as her hips started to lift. "I still recall the lust and excitement in your eyes when you first saw him bending me over. Once you got over the surprise, that is." Her gaze dropped with a smile, "Oh look, the memory stirs you again." She reached down to poke his cock gently with a finger tip. "Go tend to our friend, My love."

Rakanu huffed at her and stole a kiss. Growling as he felt Savani push against him, trembling with her own climax. "Demon," he breathed and turned. Sliding in just as the liger pulled his twitching length out. Cum spraying across the tiger's belly and thighs. Only to have the lion draw her in with a firm thrust. Neha arching with a weary, but still eager, gasp. Legs weakly trying to wrap about the male as she motioned for the liger to take her mouth.

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Some months later, the two royal families assembled by the grand gates. Half-watching as servants and staff loaded luggage and gifts onto various beasts of burden and wagons. Ready to take them down to the port.

Neha looked to her friends, "I only wish that we could stay longer, but you know the tradition..." she trailed off as her hand fell to the rather obvious swell of her stomach. New heirs, signs of a partnership that would flourish and grow over the years.

Savani offered a chuff in reply, "All Om heirs should be born within the homelands." She let her hand slide out to pet over the tiger's belly as well. "You should have a couple months to make it back, more than enough time, Darling." She leaned in with a smile, "My Rakanu is rather potent, is he not?" Followed by a laugh as the tiger blushed and looked away.

The lioness followed the gaze to the younger Royals. The four of them forming a small circle. Riya wore looser robes today, seeking to hide his own belly. "Your son seems to take after his father as well," Neha mused quietly.

"And yours, his late father. I assume." Gaya turned, the lioness not nearly as far along as the others. Though she had won and lost many contests against the tiger, she had strangely 'lost' one about the time she went into season. Half the palace had heard the results of Manoj winning. At least until he'd gagged the lioness and muffled her.

Neha snorted with amusement and turned her gaze slightly. "And I must thank you for your... Gift. Are you certain that you will not miss him?" She looked at the retired pit fighter. Raj stood, fully clothes and regal. Scars peering out from under the clothing he'd been given. Thick leather bands about his good arm and the stump of his other. The liger looked about, ears perking as he let out a quiet chuff, seemingly bemused at the goings on.

Rakanu cleared his throat, "On searching my records, it seems he came from Om. It might be nice that he retires where his home is."

A smile crossed Savani's lips. "More than that, his son is on the guard here." She looked to a male that approached Raj and leaned in. Clasping the liger's arm in his hand and speaking something. As giant of a male the liger was, his son stood almost a head taller. "So we still have that, should the need arise."

Savani breathed out a sigh and then turned to embrace the tiger. "Do not be a stranger, my Sister-stripe. The gates are always welcome." Her voice dropped, "And the bed will always be warm. It is nice to see my Emperor making someone yowl and beg. Even if we do have to change the ruined bedding after." She drew back with a laugh, seeing how Neha's blush grew almost red hot. Stepping back, the Empress offered her arm to her golden Emperor. Which he took and waited with all the Regality he could muster as the tigers departed.