Legacy of the Pridelords: Reunion
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Story description: Anyra returns home, but is her father the same lion she knows? What if he changed? What if he's...different?
** ***Legacy of the Pridelords Chapter 5: Reunion*****
Anyra maintained a swift gait. She wanted to avoid tiring herself, but at the same time, the excitement of seeing her father again bested her rational mind. How would he react when he saw her? What could she do or say to make him understand? Anyra had until sunset to decide, when the humid scents of the swamps glided upon the wind. She washed herself off Veran's musk as the old lion instructed, then made her way to the heart of her former pride as a swamp daughter, swimming through lakes, cutting as much distance as she could to make it there before nightfall.
A growl came from the thick reeds. Anyra recognized it. She jumped out on the bank to see none other than her father. Though only a day passed, it seemed an eternity since she last laid eyes upon him. Anyra opened her mouth to talk, but nothing but a hushed growl came out. He had the same fire within his amber eyes, a flame that warmed when touched and burned when provoked. And he was big...not as imposing as Veran, yet still half a size bigger than her. Anyra looked over his beautiful amber mane. Not a single strand of hair changed there. He was still the same father she knew, but at the same time...
"Father...I..." Anyra started, only to clamp her maw shut as the bigger lion crashed into her like a tide of soft fur and feral love. His warm paws pressed her down so that his tongue could taste her fur. His breath rolled around her ears like a summer breeze, calmer than the growl rippling through his throat. Anyra's heart melted. It wasn't aggression she heard, but the fierce affection of a parent she had always loved.
"Why?" Kvanir pushed her onto her back, nibbling into her neck with affection.
Anyra couldn't find the strength to reply. She was tormented by the same heat that washed over her father's body. She grabbed into his mane with her paws, then dragged his head towards her nose so she could taste his fangs, smell his breath, and stare into his dark amber eyes for a heartbeat before his broad tongue blocked her view.
The lioness growled as she was pushed against the ground, one broad paw holding her there while the lion sniffed, licked, grazed at nothing in particular. Anyra waited for him to calm down. She missed him just as much, and after such a bitter departure, nothing felt better than the kiss of his gentle fangs upon her exposed neck.
"Why, daughter? Tell me why," the male started licking around her head much to the lioness' growling pleasure.
"I was afraid," Anyra confessed.
"Kings make fear itself bow before them. Isn't that what I taught you during our lessons, our..."
"I remember everything. Just that...my own instincts led me astray after Veranor asked me to become his mate. I was happy. Happy and afraid, because...I knew that being with him meant leaving you," Anyra pushed into his mane to take a deep breath of his scent. He smelled of home, of courage, of the simple joys of her past. She used to knead into this mane. It still felt so soft to the touch, like a cub's fluffy coat.
"You still carry his smell inside your fur," her father pushed his nose into her belly. "Is Veran well?"
"He was very kind to me."
"So you know why you're here."
"To serve you in any way I can, father. He told me everything."
"Everything?" A gleam flared in his eyes. Something that Anyra never noticed before. Her father was loving, stern...but he never looked at her in the same way he did now.
"He told me a king can ask anything of a token. Even mating." Anyra licked her nose, holding on to her father's unwavering gaze. "You want to mate me...father?"
The male blinked, then licked her warmly across her fangs. Anyra met his tongue just briefly before they both started expressing their mutual affection once again. She held on to his mane with her forepaws, and he crouched on top of her, low enough to warm her, yet still applying enough force with his paws to avoid crushing her with his larger girth.
No words were shared, only growls. For a few precious moments, they each basked in each other's embrace, enjoying the simple pleasure of a tongue sliding along fur, or a warm nose sniffing into an ear.
"Father..."
The male released her soggy ear, much to her dismay.
"What if I...displease you? This token of peace...I don't know if I can be what Veran asked me to become."
"You worry too much," father warmly encased one of her paws between his jaws, licking between her toes with that lovely barbed tongue, making Anyra purr with utter delight.
"You are still my daughter, whose fur I smelled from the day you were born, whose scent I licked when your mother's essence still dripped into the ground. I love you. Nothing will ever change that."
"I...I love you too. I'm sorry for leaving you. If only I could turn the time back, to...graaawwrrr!"
Anyra flexed her paws as her father touched her sensitive pads again. He carefully sneaked his tongue between the golden furred toes, licked between each claw, then tasted her dark grey pads one by one before letting her moistened paw dangle above her chest.
"Mrr...mraarrr..." Anyra purred as he started licking along her chest with broad strokes. He washed the water away. Tidied her fur. Warmed her with rushes of familiar heat.
Anyra's hind legs trembled when his breath coursed through her lower belly. He was close...so close to her weakest spot, and the sudden thought of being claimed by her father made her heart leap in her chest. Anyra pawed at his head. She wanted him to go lower...but the male climbed along her leg instead to lick her moist pads all over again.
Anyra spread her toes. She loved the combination of rough and moist that was her father's tongue. The grizzled lion knew his way around better than anyone else. He pressed his nose into her pads just at the right angle, then blew a puff of warm air that made her toes curl with tingling pleasure.
"Fatherrrr..." Anyra grabbed at the air with her unsheathed claws. She felt so warm. So...loved.
And her father switched to her other paw, licking it until the young lioness kicked at his nose just to relieve herself of all that tingling heat coursing through her muscles.
"You are mine...All mine. Every strand of fur, every pad, claw, tooth... Every scent. Every-"
His lips twitched as he drew in a sharp breath. Anyra froze. They both did, Anyra hardly kept her paws still with excitement while her father drew closer and closer to her tail until his warm tongue slid its wet, barbless tip along the female's gender in an electrifying surge of heat.
Anyra batted the air, her tail shifting as her father revealed the entire length of his impressive fangs. Seeing him snarl like that made her heart pound with intense desire. Her legs spread without her accord, as if her own body wanted to entice a strong male into tasting one of the most rewarding treats a lion could get his tongue on.
Kvanir didn't even linger. As soon as his wry response ceased, he dabbed his tongue over his daughter's gender again, tasting the very source of her scent.
"Harrrr!" Anyra's hind legs crossed around the lion's head, keeping him there, begging him to linger just one more moment with that silky tongue of his.
And he did. He lapped three times, four times, five times...more than he usually did when he sampled her scent, and what started as a sudden bout of excitement suddenly turned into something much more pleasant -and terrifying- for the young lioness. The playful heat she felt before flared higher with each lick. The tongue she craved for no longer dabber at her sex, but pressed against her twitching lips, seeking to feast on the slimy bounty hiding within.
"F-father," Anyra strained to speak, yet the male kept stoking her heat, caressing her sensitive lips in a way they have never been touched before. She felt so sensitive there. Defenseless against the beast she just unleashed.
A rippling shudder traversed her stiffening body. Anyra opened her maw to speak, but her own father cut her words as the raspy part of his tongue met her silky lips in what was the strangest and most intense embrace she ever felt. Tingles of pain made her muscles clench, and pain made them open up again as the stimulation forced her open like a blooming flower.
"Mra...mraaawwrrrr!" the young lioness trembled, her defenseless sex battered by the male's restless tongue. His nose smelled nothing but the sweet scent oozing through her lips. His tongue tasted nothing else aside from her pleasure, squirting out one unwanted spasm at a time. He never used his barbs before. Why? Why was he doing this now?
Anyra kicked her paws, heart thundering in her chest as the heat slowly acquired a sinister edge. She was afraid of what was coming. Afraid of the hungry beast she unleashed.
"Fatherrr, prr...prreaseeee!" the lioness growled out with utter desperation. "Sssstop. Stop, mrawwrr, stop...before I...I..."
Her words passed by deaf ears. Once he tasted honey, the male never wanted to feast on something else ever again.
And his tongue felt just so good against her lips. It twisted and slurped, scratching her flesh, then diving into her unprotected canal with short prods that filled Anyra with bursting jolts of intense pleasure.
Her toes curled hard. Her tail straightened, and every muscle she could control apart from her heart tensed against her will, cutting even the flow of air coursing through her panting maw.
"Too much...It's...it's too...."
Schlick. Slurp. schlick schlick schlick.
A rumbling growl coursed through his throat. Two strong paws slammed against the lioness' inner haunches, spreading her legs apart so that warm, restless tongue could push its tip deeper than it ever did before.
Deeper. Harder. Quicker.
Anyra threw her head back, eyes rolling in their sockets. The heat that had been building up rushed through her body like a tidal wave of untamed bliss, heating everything in its path, then becoming greater, and greater, pressuring her gender until it heaved with a spear-like squelch.
Two growls rippled through the swamp, one muted and soft, the other wild as a wounded beast. Anyra shifted from one side, then to the other, curling her spine in strange ways as her body emptied itself of all that rippling heat. She never felt something so consuming before. The force ripped through her flesh like a flurry of claws, only that each spasm brought immense surges of pleasure instead of debilitating pain. Her tunnel squelched, spat, twitched and trembled, unearthing the hidden treat sought by her father who still slurped and licked, his tongue making the messiest of sounds as it clashed against the female's spurting sex. He wanted to keep her going for as long as he could by using barbs to stimulate the sensitive walls. Anyra had no chance but to throb. She was no longer in control of her own body. Waves of heat crashed down upon her senses in repeated bursts, keeping her leaking and trembling more than she ever bargained for.
** ***End of Chapter 5*****
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