Legacy of the Pridelords Chapter 7: To Love a King
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Story description: Anyra's skills are put to the test when her father, King of the Swamp Pride, requires her to treat him like a king deserves to be treated. Paws are cleaned, seed is tasted, and love is shared in this final installment of the story.
** ***Legacy of the Pridelords Chapter 7: To Love a King*****
She left the reeds near nightfall, following the trails of pungent musk all the way back to her father, who rubbed his hind paws along the ground to spread his scent.
As soon as he saw her, he abandoned his duties to give her a warm, fluffy greeting with licks and rubs, just the way she liked. Anyra sunk her nose into his fluffy mane, remaining there for a few good moments before she licked along her father's cheek.
"I missed you."
"That is something you will need to cope with in your new life. I cannot remain with you forever."
Anyra brushed herself against his side. Regret still had its thorns embedded in her flesh. How could she talk about missing him when just a day before she abandoned her own father?
"Stop."
The male closed his eyes, rumbling warmly as his daughter pushed her head under his neck. "Mrrr...I have to strengthen the scent marks. You can come with me if you want, but I cannot delay."
"I know. I just..." Anyra couldn't put this simply, so she licked his muzzle a few more times to express her true affections. "What we did before...can...can we do it again?"
The sound of his breath replaced the pleasing purr that rumbled within his throat. "I love you more than anything else in this life, but I cannot let you bear my cubs. It is not our way, for a father to mate with his daughter. It weakens the pride's strength, withers the cubs...you deserve a mate by your side."
"But you summoned me here as a token of peace. I want you!"
The male remained impassive to her advances, but Anyra still tried, rubbing around him like a female in desperate need of a male's affections, licking at his whiskers, tasting the warmth of his mane, even moving behind to take the pungent scent of his wet sheath deep within her nostrils, a smell that made her eyes unfocused and her gender moist with desire.
More. More!
She flicked her tongue towards his ripe sack, almost tasting it before his tail slapped her fluffy head.
"Awwwrrr! F-father!"
He struck twice, thrice, four times before the young female got the message.
"We cannot mate again. What happened before was weakness on my part. A mistake I will not repeat ever again."
"But..."
A wet lick made Anyra shiver. "You're my daughter. You will always be my daughter. No rules, or pride, or any lion will ever change that. You are here because I wanted to see you. I couldn't...couldn't bear the thought of never seeing you again."
That was the first time she heard actual weakness coursing through her father's powerful voice. It reminded her that beneath all that proud mane, he was still a lion, just like her, prone to fear, regrets, and mistakes.
"What about the peace?" Anyra asked calmly, subduing the warm shivers of arousal coursing beneath her swishing tail.
"Nothing will change in that regard."
"Veran told me that-"
"What?" father's voice became sharper. "What did he tell you, exactly? That I will mindlessly mate my own daughter like the kings of the past used to? You are mine, not his. Mine! And I will not send my own daughter back to her mate with a heavy belly like a common breeding bitch. He deserves better. You deserve better, so bury whatever craves you have into the depths of your mind or I will send you back this instant!"
Pelting saliva assaulted her face while her father spoke and growled, snarled and talked. This was the stern male that raised her. The strong father she always looked up to. She just forgot how young she still was, how inexperienced, all because of that accursed heat.
"You're right. I'll-I'll do what I can to..." she bowed her head, unable to even look in his eyes. "It won't happen again. I promise."
"Good. Now follow me. I want to enjoy our last night together, like father and daughter."
Like the cub she was before all this mating ordeal got in the way, Anyra followed at her father's side. Nothing changed in that regard. The landscape remained unchanged. Above her, the stars flickered with the same intensity she saw every night. Even the other inhabitants of the savannah remained stuck in the past, the cries of a dying prey provoking nothing but an uninterested twitch from Anyra's ears. She wasn't interested in anything else aside from her father's scent. It changed. Or her perception did. She never found it particularly enticing before, and now, after she embraced his member so intimately, after she took his seed so deep within her, Anyra could hardly control her own body. It took great strength to keep walking at his side without rubbing into his neck or touching him with her tail. He didn't mind simple affections. Every now and then he gave in to lick her ears or nip a whisker.
The hardest part came when they stopped. Anyra found it impossible to stay still while her father marked the grass. She raked her own lines into the dirt, her instincts set aflame by the heavy musk wafting around them.
She didn't know how she held back. Maybe it was tiredness. Or fear. Or even both. The journey came to an end when crescent moon joined the high stars, and with it, temporary relief from her desires.
Anyra snuggled against her father. They didn't talk much. None of them was particularly interested in words when other feelings spoke so much louder. He yawned, then she yawned, and the two lions nuzzled each other lovingly before resting their heads on their warm paws. Anyra remained awake for just a bit, then slowly drifted to sleep, the close proximity appeasing her instincts just enough to let the young female rest.
Warm shivers roused her from her slumber, bearing an air of familiarity, almost like...
Anyra's eyes shot open to catch her father's tongue right where she wanted: dabbing at her entrance with the softest of licks before retreating back inside his maw like a lazy snail. The male certainly took his time, probably thinking his little tongue flicks went unnoticed.
Not by her. Anyra rolled on her back, spreading her legs just slightly, opening herself like a delicate flower before her father's warm tongue. She still kept her eyes closed...and after a few moments when nothing but his breath moistened her gender, his tongue returned, bringing the oozing drops of her liquid heat back into his maw.
Anyra's breath tripped among the moan that surfaced from her chest. It felt so good...so filling to feel her father's touch again. Four licks she got. Only four before he pulled back. A hiss escaped his nostrils. Then a low, rumbling growl. He was dazed by her scent. Distracted.
And Anyra rolled onto her fours like a storm, expressing her heated desires through long licks of affection paired with rough nuzzles of her head. She went around his head, pushing into his mane, licking his sides, his legs, even inhaled the sharp scents of his obviously aroused member, a smell that made her tail tremble with utter lust.
She pulled back. As much as she wanted to taste the very source of his scent, she could not bring herself to betray her father again, heat or no heat. Anyra sat on her haunches. She looked at her father, he looked back at her, both snarling from the potency of each other's scents.
"It is more...difficult than I anticipated," the male spoke once he calmed himself down.
"This wasn't the only time, was it?"
He shook his head. "I watched you sleep at first, then I groomed you, hoping that action will distract me from your scent," the male licked his nose. "In truth, it only made it worse. The scent of a fertile female is stronger than flesh. Stronger than even blood. I can hold off famine, fight lions, keep my pride safe...but I can do nothing about the scent of my own daughter. I cannot stop it. I can't ignore it. What I can do is taste you, little by little...and hope my own cravings won't get the better of me."
"Father..."
He looked at her, eyes glistening with desire. He wanted her...just as she wanted him.
"If our instincts urge us to mate...maybe it is the right way to heed them."
"No. Absolutely not."
"But you want this."
"What I want, what I really need is distraction," he rolled onto his back rather unceremoniously with his unsheathed member throbbing so viciously before the female's lusty eyes.
"Come to me," he beckoned with a paw. "I want you to be the same cub I raised. Play with my mane. Bite my ears. Lick my paws. Do what you have to keep me wandering."
"I can also..." she reached with her paw towards the angry spire.
"No. it is weakness to spill on bare ground. Do what I asked while I think of a better solution."
Anyra started with his ears. She took one of them inside her maw, gently nibbling on the furry cartilage while she kneaded into his mane with a forepaw. He asked for distraction. What best way to offer that than using everything she had? Anyra released his spiky ear, then procured the other to apply the same gentle treatment. She liked to hear him growl. Obtaining dominance over her father was no easy feat.
"Quite enough," the male licked her warmly.
Anyra returned the affection tenfold. She climbed onto her father's belly with one of her hinds, massaging him with her soft pads while her tongue slid around his head, tasting the salty mucus oozing from his nose, his trembling eyelids, along with the hefty amount of dust hiding beneath his fur.
When his fur was all spiky and wet, she followed along to his mane. A tongue was improper for that tangled mess of fur, so Anyra sat against her father's chest to knead into his fluff like a kitten. She encountered a good number of clumps, but father was not one of those whimpery males to complain about everything. He remained still while his daughter ran her unsheathed claws through his leonine pride, the golden strands of fur slowly parting and reuniting at the passing of her fine claws.
Anyra kept that up until her joints ached. She was relieved to hear her father utter her favorite word. Her tongue was all but ready to meet something equally warm.
"The others," father pawed at her nose. "Lick them. Gently."
She crawled back towards his tail, where his scent reigned louder than his words. To distract her own needy nose, the lioness pushed her muzzle into one of her father's hinds, the dusty smell of his pads a welcome treat to her nose. She cleaned them with a few lazy strokes, then rounded to do the same for the furred top. Anyra had a methodical approach to paw cleaning. She always liked to take her time, to taste every toe. That chance was robbed when her father kicked insistently against her maw. Anyra opened her maw to growl...
Then found herself stuffed with a most unlikely meal. The rough fur wasn't exactly pleasant, rubbing around the roof of her mouth like that, and she barely had room to move with those spreading toes occupying her entire maw.
"Lick...lick my paw," father's jaws trembled with excitement. "Lick everywhere. Leave no spot untouched."
The lioness bowed her head. She started with his toes first, carefully passing under the sharp tip of revealing claws. Her father was just like her, always loving to grab and knead into things when licked. So Anyra carefully maneuvered between each toe. The slightly bitter scents residing in the narrow spaces never put her off too much. Quite the contrary. She found anything to do with paws unique. Enticing, even. She rolled her tongue from toe to toe, tasting everything there was to be tasted, then pressed against the central pad to clean it too while streams of saliva washed back and forth between the lion's flexing toes.
Anyra swallowed the amount building up within her maw, then quickly moved to his claws. The tips could easily harm her, so she pushed her tip against the sheaths, cleaning around them while she grazed the claws with her teeth.
Her father's growl lengthened. He pushed his dripping paw out, urging Anyra to claim the other. She repeated the entire procedure. First she cleaned his paw, then enjoyed it, using her tongue to caress and her teeth to press into the squishy pads.
"Mrrrawwwrrrr!" the male's toes fanned within her maw, exposing the full length of each claw to her tongue.
Anyra licked their sheaths, their lengths, bathed the tips in her saliva before she started grazing on them, two at a time.
Shudders passed through the male's leg. She could feel them. Smell his increasingly potent musk until a squirt of warm fluid latched onto her chest.
Anyra spat the paw, watching her father's toes curl hard as his member oozed two strings of cloudy fluid.
"I can't...mraarrrr...can't hold it off. I tried, but..."
"Father..."
"Lick me. Lick me!" he thrust his flaring erection towards the female's twitching nostrils. "It's better to release inside a maw... than filling your belly with my cubs. That's not...not how it should be."
Anyra's mouth watered. Oh, how she wanted to wrap that twitching pole within her tongue. Drag it into the depths of her maw until she squeezed every last fertile drop of his father's fertile seed.
"No..." a paw kicked her away from her treat. "My sack...Start...start with my sack. I want you to feast on my scent...in the same way I feasted on yours."
The lioness pressed her belly against the ground. She placed a paw over the base of her father's tail to keep it in place, then pressed her nose against his hefty sack. The fur was rough, much rougher than the spheres hiding within. They played around her nose as she rubbed, enticed her even if they had no particular scent.
Anyra moved lover. The smells surrounding her father's tailhole almost dazed her. They were viciously strong, even stronger than his musk. So she moved back to his sack to poke one fruit with the tip of her tongue. The slight taste of urine hung about them, but other than that, she felt nothing.
"More," the male growled out. "Lick them."
The lioness broadened her strokes. She passed from one sphere to the other, leaving a wet trail in her wake. She kept that up for five long strokes before her father pushed his sack into her maw. Anyra took only one sphere, cradling it between her teeth, suckling as gently as she could to avoid damaging the precious orb. She did the same with the other, then, when her father kicked her again, she took both of them inside much to the lion's growling delight.
His member tensed. His body shuddered. Three pelting strings wet the fur around the base of his tail, including Anyra's nose. Lust overpowered her senses. She saw nothing before her eyes but her father's cock, wet, eager, begging to be tasted.
The lioness opened her maw just enough to let her tongue poke through. She touched the member, and when she felt it throb with such strength, she wrapped her tongue around and took it all in, wet tip, barbs, and everything else that lay beneath.
"Grraaarrrr!" her father's bitter growl washed through her surroundings, strong and raw, yet not more pungent than his taste. His musk filled Anyra's entire muzzle. He tasted of strength, of fertility, and most of all, seed.
The lioness slurped at the heated meat, caressing with her soft tip, brushing with her barbs...she didn't care how as long as she feasted on her father's scent. She waited for this. His smell teased her throughout the night, and now, when she could finally taste him, Anyra suckled on his rod with all the lust she could muster.
It throbbed, harder and faster. A paw came crashing down on her head, and the lioness' instinct to growl only opened her maw to the rest of the male's equipment. The balls she licked slid between her lower fangs, pushing the barbed member into the tip of her maw as the lioness' nose pressed hard into her father's musky groin. His muscles turned to stone. Hard, ruthless shivers coursed through his flesh. Anyra saw his toes flare, his head slamming into the ground as his maw shot open with roaring intent.
She was not prepared for the suddenness of his release.
The first spurt shot so hard against the roof of her mouth, it split his seed into numerous shards. Some latched onto her tongue, others dribbled out of her maw, and a few wicked ones tickled her throat enough to trigger her coughing response in the worst possible moment.
"Mrooaarrrr!" the male roared with utter abandon. Stream after stream of warm, viscous seed erupted from his tensing malehood, and all Anyra could do was cough on the ridiculous amounts that filled her maw. It was so much, and with her throat contorting against her will, she could barely use her tongue to block the streams.
Three came before her reflex stopped. Anyra pressed the male's quivering balls tight between her fangs, then tried to direct the spurts towards the sides where she had a chance at swallowing them. Maneuvering around a spitting member was impossible. She pushed against the pole, the pole throbbed back, and the amount of viscous essence was not getting any lesser.
Anyra panicked. She tried pushing herself away from that spitting menace, only to have her father's claws press into her flesh. He held her with all the strength he could muster, trembling and growling in the midst of his pleasure. He was not about to relinquish his shelter. Not when he had a tongue rubbing around his cock and fangs to cradle his twitching sack.
The lioness did all that she could. She wanted to enjoy the fertile streams coursing through her father's flesh, to savor the smells of his seed...but the fear of choking kept her from her own moment of pleasure. The seed pooling inside her maw was thick, hard to swallow, triggering her very will to survive until she finally wrestled her father's paw off her head. Anyra's maw pulled back, unleashing a riptide of milky essence upon her father's groin, then taking several ropes of heated fluid around her head as his cock spat back in return.
The end of his climax was sudden, and messier than Anyra ever expected. She opened her eyes to clumps of fur and small puddles of ivory essence inhabiting her father's naturally golden fur.
"Arrrr," she pulled her lips up. Now that she could smell his fertile essence, she wanted nothing more than to taste his life giving seed upon her tongue.
"I'm sorry..." the male's paws twitched with weakness. "I lost control again. I should've...mrrarrr...don't...you don't have to..."
But she wanted it. A good daughter would never leave her father messy, so Anyra put her tongue to work, feasting on her father's scent, just like he asked her to in the beginning until she cleaned every bit of seed from his body. Then, she snuggled against him to be bathed by his tongue as the male carefully cleaned her golden fur of his own produce.
Slept came hard to her that night. Anyra knew what came with the dawning of a new day. She couldn't just waste the time like that. Not when this was probably the last chance she got in seeing her father.
The young lioness waited until he fell asleep, then crawled around him to take in his scent, his tastes, anything that could bring her mind back to this moment. She even licked his sheath a few times, though such actions stirred the heat beneath her tail.
Morning found her back at her father's side. She woke towards the rising sun, swishing her tail as her parent blinked his tired eyes.
"I felt your tongue throughout the whole night," the male nuzzled against her neck. "Try to keep away from our genders next time. We males feel that quite strongly."
"I didn't care. Still don't..." Anyra kept her eyes on the horizon. "It's time, isn't it?"
"Indeed," the male said calmly.
"One more day," Anyra dashed a lick over his lips, looking into his eyes. "We deserve as much. My pride won't mind if-"
"They won't. I won't. But your body will," the larger male gently exposed his daughter's belly to the whims of his tongue. "I cannot allow my cubs to grow within you. Each day we spend increases those odds."
"So that's what you want me to do? To abandon you again?"
"To be with your mate," father said with another lick along her head. "Let his seed flow inside you. It is his cubs you deserve, not mine."
"But I love you!" Anyra blurted out.
"I love you too, daughter...and that is why you have to leave."
Her paws fell around his silky mane. Her father turned around. He wanted to leave her.
Anyra latched onto his tail. "Please..." she pleaded with a soft voice. "At least...lick me one last time. I want to...to feel it again on my..."
Surprisingly, her father agreed with that. Anyra swiftly rose onto her fours, tail lifted, looking with gleaming eyes at the majestic form of her father.
She shuddered when his tongue touched her lips. With slow, gentle pokes, the male dabbed at her twitching sex.
And it felt so good. The fear of longing, knowing that this was the last time she felt her father's touch under her tail stirred the young female like nothing else. She pushed into his maw, encouraging him to take everything he wanted.
He pulled back to snarl with lust, then licked her in all the ways she wanted, until her tail arched along her back and her legs trembled with the strain of release.
Anyra barely managed to stay on her fours during her explosive release. It felt like peeing, only infinitely more intense due to the hungry tongue lapping at her spasming muscles. She fed her parent with a dozen spurts before she stopped, leaving her father's chin wet with arousal.
"Arrrhhhh," he rumbled as he licked his dripping fangs. "Go now. Be on your way."
Anyra's tongue rolled between her lower fangs. She was panting. Panting for more. And her father failed to understand why as he came to nudge her away.
"I gave you what you asked for."
"One last mating. That's all I'll ever ask of you."
"No."
"I'll run as fast as I can. Your seed won't even-"
"No!"
"In the tail then," Anyra said, desperate to feel her father's strength bloom within her.
"You want me to..."
"Mate my tailhole. Veran did it before, with my mate. I told you how I caught them in the act."
"Yes, but... you're a female! I won't hurt my own daughter just because she wants to play games."
"Please..." she stared in his fiery eyes. "One time. That's all I ask."
The male nudged her towards the ground. "A quick one. And if you still refuse to leave, I will drag you to Veran's pride myself."
Anyra could barely hold her paws still as she crouched. His front paws came on either side of her shoulders. His hinds crouched to bring his warm mane closer to her head...and to lessen the distance between their tails. Anyra felt his tailbase against her own, shortly before his hardened flesh poked for her tail. She lifted it as high as she could...
Then shuddered all over when her dear father pushed himself through her other entrance. Anyra gritted her jaws. She expected pain. His barbs caught onto her flesh harder than the last time in the absence of lubrication, but she couldn't growl. It was unfit. She asked for this, after all.
But his member was not getting any wetter. The throbs surging through his cock betrayed her flesh with the false promise of release, and though his tongue ran along the nape of her neck, Anyra shivered not from the pleasure of having her father in her, but from the pain his barbs caused, counting her heartbeats to take her mind away from the agonizing jolts that came with each thrust.
Then, it came. The shudder that preceded the moment she had been waiting for. Her father tensed like a boulder within her, then pushed himself as deep as he could to unleash his sorely needed seed within her aching tailhole.
Anyra growled with sheer need when that happened. His calming essence fell like a blanket over her wounds. Within two potent spurts, her pain was gone, replaced by a fiery hazard of intense pleasure.
Anyra thrust herself against her father. She pushed, pushed, pushed into his spasming member until the male finally picked back his pace, thrusting in and out of her tail to rub those delightful barbs along her cum flooded passage.
The sensation felt beyond her imagining. It was raw, potent, strong, making her moisten harder than she ever did before. Anyra's second climax rushed over her like a storm. She growled louder than her father, pushing her head into his silky mane to grab at whatever she could with her trembling jaws. He licked and nuzzled her through her climax. They both did, growling their mutual love as they soared over the peak of their bliss.
The pleasure soon dulled its edge, yet both lions remained locked together, knowing full well what would happen after they broke their union. Anyra stared towards the brightening sky, and so did her father, resting his larger head on top of hers. The time to leave would soon be upon them, but until that moment came, they could enjoy another lick. Another touch. One last squelching throb that kept them together in a way only a father and daughter could ever understand.
** ***The End*****
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