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Nbowa was all too used to the sight of a few different people kneeling before him. He was treated like a king in some circles, almost to the point that all he was missing was a crown to sit atop of his head.

It was a view that he never tired of.

"I promise that I'll appreciate it the most. You should really give it to me."

"Don't listen to him! You know I'm the one who treats you the best!"

"..."

Three different creatures were kneeling before him that evening, hand selected for the honorable purpose of serving him. There was no shortage of beasts that wanted nothing more than to please the king of the jungle, and it left Nbowa in the unique position of having to pick and choose his lovers, on occasion.

What a terrible dilemma to have, he thought, though it wasn't the idea of who he would sleep with that evening that he was having trouble with. He'd be sleeping with all of them before the night was through, but the lion was trying something different, for once. Under his red shorts, his cock was already beginning to grow, bulging out the tightly knit fabric, but beneath that, his sack hung heavier than usual, thanks to a self-imposed chastity of an entire week.

For some, it might not be an accomplishment, but the blonde-banged lion was used to having a release whenever he so desired, and there was almost always a willing recipient for his loads. This time around, he knew his seed would carry an impressive volume, and he didn't feel like wasting it on just anyone. His target would have to truly appreciate what they were receiving.

"I've usually got pretty fair judgment skills, but I'm really having trouble with this one...any one of you three could be worthy of my cum," Nbowa explained, more than happy to be a little bit of a braggart in his moment of power, "But I'm not sure how any of you could prove it."

A pair of hybrids, and an adorable canine of chocolate brown and candy green were all fighting for Nbowa's affection, and though only one would be offered his climax, all of them would enjoy the process of working for it.

It wasn't surprising in the least to Nbowa when the most familiar face among the crowd crept forward on his knees and yanked down at the trademark red shorts of the lion and feasted his eyes on the full, pulsing length that was offered, before placing his muzzle right around it.

"Eager as ever, aren't we, Exile?" Nbowa asked, taking the moment entirely in stride. He refused to let even a hint of a gasp pass his lips, even as pleasure began building up in the pit of his crotch from the skillful tongue of the kneeling hybrid. He and the huscoon had an interesting sexual history together, and somehow, Nbowa had a feeling that he would be the one most willing to do whatever it took to enjoy the lion's load.

A simple blowjob wouldn't be nearly enough to win that prize, however, and Nbowa made sure to enforce the same, as he lowered a paw between Exile's ears and grabbed a pawful of fur. A harsh, quick yank downward stuffed the whole of his length into Exile's throat, gagging the hybrid by surprise and leaving him to cough and choke around the length, while Nbowa leaned his head back a little in a slow, relaxing draw. "C'mon...stop trying to flatter me. I know you can take more than that," he chastised the huscoon, and even went so far as to lean his hips forward, until the swollen orbs of his sack were resting on Exile's chin.

Competitive spirit wasn't something that the average submissive was known for, but it didn't take long for the others to take notice of Exile being the preferred customer. All three of them started on a level playing field, forced to be naked and on their knees, but no further orders were given, and after waiting for over half an hour to be instructed, Exile took action.

Silvac, the other hybrid, wasn't going to be so easily outdone. An impressively thick blend of draconic wings and minotaur muscles, Silvac wasn't normally the type to be put on his knees so easily, but the chance to sample someone like Nbowa was a rare treat, and Silvac wasn't going to allow this moment to pass him by. A blur of white underbelly and gray overcoat slipped around the back of the lion and settled in, before he gripped Nbowa by the cheeks of his rump and gave them a quick spread.

The lion struggled to keep his moans in check, biting down on his lower lip as Silvac drew his tongue all the way from the base of Nbowa's sack to the soft, pliable flesh of his perennium, until he finally pressed his tongue against the dominant lion's pucker. Trembling legs kept Nbowa standing above his subjects, but it was a struggle to keep his footing, when he was being so perfectly serviced from both ends.

"You two are just willing to d-do whatever it takes, aren't you?" Nbowa asked, managing to keep the sounds of his delight to little more than a stutter in his words. If he weren't trying to appear so controlling, he would have easily lashed out to the ceiling of his small, quaint bedroom with a howl of ecstasy, but he took his role as a dominant feline very seriously, and didn't want anyone, especially his submissives, to know how much he was enjoying himself until the time was right.

For her part, Rita was just enjoying the show, but in a way, she was the most well-behaved of the three. Exile made his move out of a powerful lust, and Silvac acted in the hopes that he wouldn't be outdone, but the female canine just stayed on her knees and watched, though her eyes of candy apple green were hardly able to blink, for fear of missing out on such an erotic sight. Moisture was already beading on her womanhood, but her paws didn't dare to stimulate it. Drool was just beginning to drip down from the side of her muzzle, but still, as her body quaked with a need to be satiated, she didn't move. She merely kept a polite smile on her muzzle and waited, assured that Nbowa would ultimately give her an order, and when the time came, she'd follow it.

She didn't know that she was the one doing exactly what she was supposed to do; Nbowa was every bit as much of a trickster as he was a dominant lion, and though he was enjoying the fruits of their efforts, he hadn't yet told Exile and Silvac that they'd already lost the right to receive his cum.

"Get nice and deep with that tongue, Silvac...c-c'mon! I can barely feel you back there!" the lion roared over his shoulder, doing his best to keep his eyes narrowed, but there was a tiny, arrogant smirk crooking up the side of his muzzle. He truly enjoyed being in control of the sexual destiny of others, to the point that he couldn't help some kind of a smile crossing his lips when he was barking orders at them. "I'm barely touching the back of your throat, Exile! Take it in deeper, you little cum slut!"

It was Rita who gasped when she heard the words, and her ears perked slightly to the powerful, domineering voice of the lion, but it was Exile who pushed himself so far that he could feel Nbowa's cock tickling at the back of his throat, until he finally passed through it and properly blocked off breathing for the submissive hybrid. Silvac tried to keep up with the pace, burrowing his tongue as deep as he could reach into Nbowa's asshole, all while gently rubbing and fondling the balls of the lion in his paw, but no matter how much effort he put forth, it seemed like Nbowa wasn't getting any closer to a climax, and no matter how much of his saliva spilled down the back of Nbowa's thighs, the lion refused to say a kind word about either of the hybrids that serviced him.

Even without praise, they carried on, completely controlled by their desire to taste and feel the seed of the lion upon their tongues.

"W-what's the matter, Rita?" Nbowa finally addressed her, gazing upon her with eyes that could paralyze even the strongest of souls. "Having a little trouble sitting still? I know you want to join in..."

Silently, the female shook her head, though the scent of her pouting sex was evident in the room, even among the powerful pheromones that Nbowa put off as he settled into his element. There was little more than desperate gasps from Exile as he tried to accept even more of the lion into his maw, but the end of his muzzle was already pressed into Nbowa's crotch, soaking spit into the light, brown fur around the base of the lion's manhood. Silvac tried desperately to tunnel his tongue even further into Nbowa's tailhole, but the lion was tight, and Silvac's efforts went for naught, other than to drive even more pleasure into Nbowa as his knees went weak.

He knew that he wouldn't last much longer if he allowed things to carry on, so the paw that was tightly tangled in Exile's headfur yanked back, forcing Exile to gasp a mouthful of air as strands of saliva dangled between his lips and the tip of the member that he hungered for so greatly. Feeling a pause in the action, Silvac stopped and folded his wings flat to his back, looking up at Nbowa with a quizzical gaze.

"T-that's it, boys...that's f-fuckin' good!" Nbowa growled and pulled his hips forward, forcing Silvac to stop, even before the hybrid gave up on his conquest. "I suppose you two think you've earned at least a little sample of what I've got to offer, hm?"

As the lion stepped all the way out of his red shorts and left them on the floor, Exile was already beginning to flatten his ears back to his head. "You mean...we haven't?" he asked, able to feel a small droop in the thick curl of his tail. "What did we do wrong?"

"You didn't listen!"

Silvac lowered his ears and narrowed his gaze at the lion, in disbelief at the words. "... What?!"

"I never gave any sort of an order to try and milk the cum out of me," Nbowa explained, as he stepped a little closer to the quiet, obedient Rita. "Only one of you actually stayed in place and waited for me to give the instruction...and that means that this cute, patient little puppy is the only one deserving of my load."

Exile and Silvac shared a moment of disbelief as they gazed at each other, and though butterflies were dancing around happily in the pit of her tummy, Rita looked up at Nbowa with a calm, pleasant smile and tried to show no outward reaction of joy. She wanted to look modest in victory, even if her body was trembling from the struggle of doing so.

"I don't suppose you'd like that, Rita? A nice, thick, creamy load of lion cum in your ass?"

Rita nodded, and only then did she finally speak, "I'd love it, Nbowa...you're a very gracious master."

Snickering to himself and leaning over to pet the canine, Nbowa ruffled her ears a little bit and stood upright before her. "Don't get carried away with flattery, pup. Your actions speak plenty loud enough for you. Why don't you spin around and show me where you'd like me to finish?"

For as harsh as he was to Exile and Silvac, he was going almost too easy on Rita, but she immediately obeyed and spun around on her knees, sticking her rump high up into the air before she gave it a quick, teasing swish. She almost expected the firm, domineering SMACK that followed, as Nbowa spanked the soft, perfect curve of her rump, but that didn't dull the sting; she tried to look hurt by the act, but her body told the truth, as tiny, trickling streams of feminine arousal dripped from her pouting cunt and fell to the carpet.

"What a waste...we can't have that!" Nbowa pointed out, as he knelt down behind Rita and lined the tip of his glistening cock up with her anus. Her short, fluffy tail stayed perked up and out of the way for her as she felt the warmth of his rod teasing and tickling at her pucker, and no matter how she tried, she couldn't silence the squeal of delight that passed her muzzle as the lion finally penetrated her rear entrance. "You boys want my cum that bad? Come and lick the juices up from her snatch...if you do a good job, I'll let you have whatever leaks out of her when I'm done."

It was a rotten offer, but Exile had enough experience with Nbowa to know it was the best that they would get. Hoping and praying that there might be some kind of silver lining to everything, the huscoon eagerly dashed underneath of Rita, who couldn't help giggling at the cool, wet nose upon his muzzle tickled along her belly, until he finally settled in with his lips upon her sex. Just the warmth of his breath was enough to leave her trembling in place, as Nbowa slowly urged his hips forward.

"F-fuck...yes, Nbowa! Y-you're a perfect fit!" she cried out, unable to contain herself any longer, even when she'd been warned against being too vocal. It might have been disobedient, but Nbowa took it as a compliment to his prowess and allowed it to spur him on. Rita adapted to the impressive size of his flesh rather quickly, and though she felt the pain and pressure of such a sudden penetration, the eager, slurping tongue of the hybrid below her kept her muscles from tensing up too much.

She couldn't help returning the favor, as she saw Exile's cock bouncing with each beat of his heart. It took no effort for her to lean over and wrap her lips around the tip of the canine length and suckle gently at it, while Nbowa received his own treat from Silvac. Knowing his fate was relegated, the triple hybrid slipped under Nbowa, resting his head right between the squatted thighs of the lion. His tongue, long and skillful, wrapped around Nbowa's sack as if it were a fresh, juicy fruit and slurped away at it, leaving no surface untouched and making quite a mess in the process.

In perhaps his most merciful gesture that day, Nbowa allowed the long, thin rope of his feline tail to wrap around Silvac's cock, until the tuft of fur upon the end brushed and tickled over the tip of the hybrid's manhood...a gesture that Silvac found too pleasurable to ignore, as he moaned around his plentiful mouthful of the lion's orbs.

Just like that, the four were working in tandem, moving with a rhythm from front to back that was imperfect, and yet, perfect for the situation. Nbowa couldn't thrust his hips without Silvac slowing him down, but that only added to the lion's pleasure. Rita found herself to engorged with Exile's cock to moan for her master, but the inner muscles of her tight, anal passage could clench down around him each time he tried to pull free, letting him know how desperately she desired the massive load he was saving.

She wouldn't have to wait any longer for it, and even if Nbowa held out as long as his body would allow, Rita was already on the verge of her climax, as warm, silky, feminine juices spilled from her cunt and soaked Exile's muzzle completely, until tiny streaks of the glistening mess trickled down the side of his cheek.

Moaning around her mouthful and refusing to give Exile a break, Rita made her thanks for his efforts clearly known as she felt the first drops of Nbowa's orgasm spilling inside of her tight, clenching walls.

"Damn...g-goddamn, Rita! W-where did you learn to squeeze like that? Nnngh... f-fuck...I'm gonna cum...g-get ready!" his voice was a blend of desperate moans and deep, powerful growls as Rita held still, allowing Nbowa to pound into her with all of the force that his tired hips could muster. Her tailhole gaped around the impressive girth of his cock, and that tiny gap allowed small, trickling streams of his cum to spill out as his sack contracted over his orbs, forcing a long, thin rope of the creamy mess out. Rita's insides were painted white with the sheer volume of the load, and she cried out around Exile's flesh as she felt it pumping deeper and deeper into her ass.

Clenching down with a greedy force, she did everything she could to keep every drop to herself, and though Nbowa tried to help her to that goal, small rivers of the flowing ejaculate were spilling down toward her cunt, right into the path of Exile's tongue. He gasped and tried to slurp as high as he could, while Silvac scooted his head forth so far that he bumped skulls with Exile in his efforts. It was as if Nbowa's seed was the greatest treasure in the world, and as Rita slumped over on Exile in her sexual exhaustion, Nbowa pulled his cock free and stood up, allowing Silvac to lunge forward and bury his tongue in the poor, well-fucked canine's tailhole.

Mingled seed and saliva was collected by a pair of eager tongues as Rita swayed her tail lazily from side to side, enjoying what seemed like a royal treatment as Nbowa stood over her, allowing the last drops of his seed to spill on the small of her back, marking her as his plaything. "That's it, boys...don't waste a drop of the good stuff," he said, his voice little more than a long, drawn, and satisfied sigh. "After all, we've gotta clean her out for round two, right?"

Rita's eyes lit up at the mention of a second romp, as Exile and Silvac eagerly buried their tongues into her ass, desperate for whatever they could get a taste of. It would be worth the effort to see if they could be the favored submissive, the second time around...