Legacy of the Pridelords: Mating Games
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Story Description: Last night's mating activities between a father and his son leave a young lioness crave for the same intimate affection, yet what can she do when her mate refuses to grant her request? Anyra takes the situation in her own paws by enticing Veranor into a mating game.
** ***Legacy of the Pridelords Chapter 3: Mating Games*****
She woke up near the morning with her mate's scent wafting through the cold air. Veranor always knew how to get a lioness on her feet, but he wasn't the only contributor. His father joined in, kindly insisting to moisten her paws for the journey ahead. Anyra couldn't say no to two kind males, so she joined them around the borders of their territory. It wasn't easy to see them lift their tails like that. Each spurt of their bitter urine reminded her of the sweet scent of seed, and they sprayed it everywhere: on the grass, on the trees, even around the banks of a river.
Anyra tried to distract herself by thinking of the past, then by naming the insects that flew past her. It wasn't easy. Not with two ripe sacks shifting from side to side in front of her. Of course, she could also walk ahead...but what joy was there in looking over barren fields when she could gaze upon the perfection that was a male's genitalia? She almost regretted not paying attention to her father during the times they spent together.
The female's thoughts sailed from mating to prey when Veran lectured her about the rules of his territory. She learned what to hunt, what to keep away from, and most importantly, to avoid leaving the Red Rocks without his permission, even if that meant visiting her own father. The whole thing was quite a bit difficult to digest. Her own father was never very strict. Sure, he had his own set of rules, but he only kept the important ones while Veran talked about interaction with the other predators and how to avoid grieving them. She was lucky to have Veranor with her. The young male was a constant pest to his father, brushing his tufted tail around his nose, pouncing from behind, or simply being annoying.
Not that Veran minded any of that. He even reciprocated the affection from time to time. Anyra was quite amused to see her mate leap ahead like a scared little cub when his father's tongue met his sack. Only they knew what happened last night. Or did they?
The chance to brooch that particular topic came along with Veran's departure. Anyra waited until he went far enough away, then brushed against her mate's stoic form.
"He is not what I expected."
"What did you expect? A warrior?" Veranor growled with amusement.
Anyra nipped onto an ear, forcing her mate to take a defensive stance. "Not like you told me anything about him."
"And spoil the surprise? Where is the pleasure in that?" the male pawed back, forcing Anyra to leap away and take a proper stance by sitting on her haunches.
"Interesting that you mention pleasure," she flicked her tail. "One of the strangest dreams occurred to me last night."
"About us?" the male strolled over.
"No. My brothers," Anyra lied. "They snuck out in the night. I thought they planned to take over the pride like the lions of old did."
"A grim dream then. Let us turn thoughts to something of worth."
"You'll like this, my mate," Anyra teased him with a lick under his chin, quite pleased by how his tail rubbed along her side. "I followed my brothers through a narrow canyon. When I came on the other side, I heard growls, so I stalked through wide fields that grew grasses bigger than your father."
"To do what? Attack your own brothers?"
"No, my mate. I found them attacking each other with tongue and paws, like we do when we lay together."
The male followed her example by laying on his haunches, apparently quite bored. "I don't need a silly dream to be with my mate. I have you right here, and the things we can do together are more numerous than those big grasses you talk about."
"Can't do what they've done, my mate," Anyra teasingly slapped his flank with her tail.
"Are you sure?" the young lion started getting all lovely.
He fell right in her trap.
"We can lie down, cuddle, and lick...but I'd need a cock to do what my brothers did with each other."
"They...no. That's not what males do!"
"Mine did, my mate," Anyra slid around his body like silk as she continued her teasing tale. "They rubbed their rods together until they moistened. I never saw two lions mashing their sacks like that. And when the one on top couldn't take all that rubbing, he thrust himself into his brother's tail to flood him like a river."
Veranor padded away. "That's...it is an interesting dream, but we're wasting time. You haven't seen the lightning river or the buffalo's rock. There's also the hunting grounds to the east that have the most-"
"There's more," Anyra interrupted.
"More to what? It is a silly dream, Anyra. Nothing more."
But the lioness continued, looking onto her mate's amber eyes as she followed him around. "After he finished, the one who mounted took his brother inside his maw. Suckled the seed right out of him. You ever saw a lion do this?"
"No! That's- That's not what mating is. Your father should have taught you how to do it."
"Like yours did?"
The young male froze.
"Was that what he was doing so late in the night? Teaching you how to get ruled in the tail, my mate?"
"No!"
"To feed the pride, then?"
Veranor pounced, but the poor male was too distracted to even stay on his feet. Anyra easily managed to swipe his paws off her and get him on his back.
"He stood like this," she lowered into half a crouch, dashing her tongue along her mate's neck. "And he was licking you like that while other things happened below your tails..."
"H-how?" Veranor stammered. "We made sure you were asleep. I can tell your scent from a thousand others! There was no way to sneak up on us!"
"if my father did that, I would be distracted too. How did it feel when he put it in your tail? Was it painful? Or good?"
"I don't want to talk about this."
"But you grew so big!" Anyra licked his muzzle excitedly. "Tell me. Oh, tell me how it felt. He put so much in you. I saw it flowing right out!"
"Any...Anyra..."
"There's no shame in it. You're my mate now. I don't care if you mate with a stone, or a tree, or even a wild dog as long as you come back to me."
"I...I love you too..." Veranor gave her a weak, unsure lick before he let out a long growly sigh. "I can't leap my way out of this, can I? You're more stubborn than a hyena when you have the chance to shame me."
"Mates share. I will tell you some of my own forbidden knowledge if you agree to this game."
"We'll play it then. Just give me a bit of space. I don't want my instincts to get the better of me."
"Let them. I don't mind," Anyra licked her lion again, but Veranor seemed slightly afraid of that particular thought.
They sat next to each other, with their bellies facing the sun, lazily playing with their paws.
"It happened during a night just after my first season. My brothers were all asleep, like my sisters. I remained awake to count the stars. My father told me that if I count them all and say the number out loud, all the other prides will bow before me and name me as their leader. It was stupid...but stupid kept me awake. Father didn't know that. I followed him to the nearest swamps, and there she was. One of our mothers waited by the water. They played at first, then he got on top of her. It was the first time I saw his stick."
"Stick?" Veranor slapped her paw.
"I was little and stupid," Anyra pawed back at one of his hinds. "Careful what you say, or maybe I will touch your own stick with one of my paws."
"That's not fair. I can't just-"
"Put it in my tail?"
"Just continue."
"You know how it goes. Father put it in, roared, made his seed, then pulled out, all sticky and slimy."
"And what did you think of that?"
"I went back to my pride, then I..." Anyra licked her fangs reluctantly before she admitted a most embarrassing fact. "I touched myself with a paw, to see if I can also pee that sticky thing."
"You never licked yourself?"
"I like to be clean, same as you. Just that...it never felt good. Not like it felt for you, or our fathers. You all growl or roar when it happens. Why do you? Does it feel that good?"
"It's...strange," Veranor explained. "It feels like your whole body fights against you. Your muscles tense very hard. Your paws stop moving. And then...it just comes out, like when you pee, but much more intense. It feels like a fiery snake coursing through you, and no matter how hard you try, you cannot stop it until it's out."
"And that feels good?"
"It's one of the best feelings to experience. Nothing compares to it."
Anyra's tail twitched. If only she was a male... "When was the first time you spilled seed?"
"Two seasons back. We just ate a buffalo, and my father came to clean me. He started licking my paws, and...you know how much I love to be licked there. I became hard. Lately, it had been happening a lot, but all the other lions ignored my problem. Father wasn't one of them."
"He licked it?"
"He licked my sack for the first time, and I felt tense and weird. I wanted to kick him...but it felt so warm, so good. Then he went closer to my member, and I...I just couldn't keep it inside once he put his tongue on it. I sprayed his maw three times before he took me in. The heat increased more than I ever imagined. Strange stars appeared before my eyes. I thought I was going to die, because it felt like my very life was leaking out of me one throb at a time...but I lived, and since that day my father helped me with this problem."
"Helped you?" Anyra licked his paw in a very cute way.
"With his paws, and tongue, and...what you saw last night."
"How does it feel to do it in the tail?"
"Different," Veranor said reluctantly. "Please...don't make me say more. The heat is already starting to get bothersome."
Anyra peeked between his legs to see him fully unsheathed. A drop of translucent slime made its way down when he tensed, trailing between his tiny barbs to soak into the spiky fur surrounding his fleshy entrance.
"You ever done it with a paw before?"
"A paw?" Veranor looked at her. "I don't think it's a good idea to get your claws so close to my-"
"My paw, dear mate," Anyra pressed her soft pads into his nose. "You know I'll never hurt you. Let me touch it a bit, and if seed comes out, you'll feel better, yes?"
Veranor nodded his head. He spread his hind legs, giving her full access to his privates. Anyra was tempted to taste him; drink his seed like his father did, but at the same time she also wanted to see how a male felt against her pads, so she slowly reached with her front paw, touching his sack first, then gently pressing against his member. It was harder than she expected. Very firm. She flared her toes to let it pass through, then relaxed, trapping Veranor's twitching meat within a prison of furred warmth.
"Mrarrrrhhh," the lion flexed his toes. "Warm...it's...it's so warm..."
Anyra licked her muzzle. He throbbed with such passion! Surges of strength traveled along his meat along with globes of translucent moisture, undoubtedly preparing the young male for his release. Anyra wanted to make it memorable. She wanted her mate to feel as good as he felt inside his father's mouth, so she pushed against his sack, flaring her toes, letting him taste freedom for a throb or two before hugging him within her padded clutch.
Veranor growled weakly. She felt him tense under her paw, so Anyra kneaded faster and harder, massaging into his sack, then pushing against his cock, applying more heat and more pressure with each stroke until her mate just couldn't hold himself back anymore. He growled like a beast, and loosened himself like one, spraying his milky essence in a sharp line that splattered down all around her kneading paw.
Anyra mated his tool. She didn't stop just because the fertile smell of seed filled her nostrils. She kept pleasuring her mate even as her own desires urged her to taste his essence, embracing his pumping cock, keeping it warm, making it spit its essence much to her mate's rumbling delight. He bit the air with his jaws, all contorted from the sticky bliss traveling through his member. His tail twitched so eagerly, she had to hold it in place with her other limb, least it got in the way of her kneading. Anyra kept him there in her paw until his growl died down and only a steady milky dribble oozed from his twitching malehood.
Anyra removed her soggy paw. It felt so warm, so sticky.
And Veranor really seemed intent on cleaning it, licking around and between her messy toes before he did the same to his own equipment.
"Arrrhhh..." Veranor snarled as he caught the smell of his own essence. "That felt better than I imagined. You have a way with your paws, my dear mate."
"Told you," Anyra licked his nose. "Clean yourself now. We have to make our way back."
"But...what about you?"
"I don't need a paw under my tail. There's nothing to grab." The lioness swished her tail innocently.
"I can lick you."
Now that was an enticing proposition. Anyra pondered while her mate licked off the results of his own pleasure To have his tongue in her...or his member? Somehow, she wanted to feel him throb and release inside her when the time to mate finally arrived.
** ***End of Chapter 3*****
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