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It seemed like just another errand, but Kirabo had a distinct sense tingling down his spine that something was up. Something that awoke his deepest zebra instincts the moment he opened the door to the lion's den.

Not that it was unusual to step hoof in there. That was his home, after all. Where he spent every day mingling with what was once his greatest threat. Most days, it was the usual, almost allowing him to forget he'd married a lioness near twice his size and eleven years his senior. They cuddled and kissed and laughed.

Today though, he could feel it. He put the milk into the fridge, only to spot another jug already there and full. That made him fidget, looking for signs of her mood. The whole house was silent to an alarming degree. Like something terrible had happened in his brief absence. But when his wife was who she was, he had long since learned not to worry about anything so mundane as a break-in. Rather, he'd be more worried about what might happen to the unfortunate intruder.

Trotting along carefully, he thought to call out to her, but remained silent, listening to his heart beating. Nothing had even happened, and yet his pulse had already quickened to the point he could feel it in his throat. He swallowed and licked his lips, mouth dry. It felt like she was watching him, but every room he went through was empty.

His heart beat a little faster for another reason when he found a discarded blouse on the floor. Faster still when he followed the trail to a lacy black bra, and then to a skirt, and a pair of panties. He picked the latter up and gave them a sniff, pleasantly struck by the scent of a big cat in a very feral flavour of need. He grinned.

By the time he threw open the bedroom door, he was already feeling his cock drop smoothly down his thigh as it pushed free of its sheath. That thick, pitch black meat wasn't the only reason the two of them got along so well, but it helped. He expected to see her sprawled out on the bed, soaking wet, waiting for him, but instead he found an empty bedroom. He stopped in his tracks.

Her scent was in the air. Hot, horny, and feline. She was close. He made to turn around, but a thunderous rumble halted him. Directly behind him. Perhaps all this time. He was all at once aware of her heat, her presence, where before she'd been invisible to his senses. Her constant growl was so deep it was a sound more felt than heard, resonating right through his body, making his pants tighter and tighter.

He didn't move from the spot when she began stroking up his thighs, starting low, and working thoroughly over his broad hips, then his sides. She rubbed his belly, his chest, and then drew an unsheathed claw slowly along his throat, harming nothing, but letting him feel the definition of its edge. A snort came from him, his ears flicking, tail twitching as he did his best to remain calm, to keep from hyperventilating. Not really out of panic. More just sheer ecstasy.

He was going to rip those pants of his if he didn't get himself under control. And there was no controlling himself when he was under her predatory spell. She worked her hands back downwards once more, fondling him, admiring him. From his toned middle to his hips and his butt, and then around to the front to play with his bulge. She had the mercy of unfastening his pants, letting his cock flop out into the open air as it bulged and expanded, to which he sighed in relief. But she had no less control over him, even in relieving that tension.

Soon, she had a grip of his cock, squeezing it, playing with it. Pulling it out to its full length, then rubbing the pads of her palm across its tip, feeling the pre forming there even before he was fully hard, smearing it onto her fingers. She kept one arm around him, ensuring he wouldn't be going anywhere, as she took back that messy hand and treated him to the sultry sound of her licking his taste off her fingers. Dragging her rough tongue over those digits, crouched down so she was inches from his ears. He could feel her breathing on the back of his neck. Her breath felt so warm.

And then, her fangs. Wrapping smoothly, slowly around his entire neck and throat. He didn't have the same scruff as a cat to latch onto, but enveloping his entire throat in her maw suited her well enough. She let him feel all four of those long, curved canines dotting against his tender skin, nibbling and pressing on him while she licked him roughly. Her rumbles vibrated from her to him now, letting him feel them in his gut while she squeezed him into a hug that left his hooves dangling in the air.

Mashed now into her muscular body, into her fur and warmth, he felt as safe as he ever could be. Even with the terrible danger of her wicked fangs snug around his throat. Biting firmly enough that even a slight twitch on her part would mean harm to him. He didn't resist, he didn't squirm. In fact, he carefully tilted back his head so that she could have full access, moaning deeply and unsteadily given his breathlessness.

One step forward with him, and she got caught up in unstoppable momentum that wouldn't be satisfied until she had strode over to the bed and pounced him onto it. She was careful enough with his smaller frame that he didn't break, gently landing atop his belly as the bed creaked heavily beneath them. They never had got that squeak fixed - something told him she liked the sound it made when they were going at it.

The weight on his back made it hard to get his cock into comfortable position, especially as it got harder with her every aggressive touch. She relented, at least briefly, rising from her pinning position, stroking bare claws down his clothed back as she sat upon his thighs, rumbling ominously the entire way. He remained enraptured by her danger, by the sensation of her claws nearly piercing his minimally protected flesh. Until finally, he paused in his herbivorous awe, breaking character in a sense to just scramble and shift until he got that increasingly throbbing black shaft pressing up against his abs. After that, it was right back to being hers.

She toyed with him, wordless, keeping her utterances to those dangerous feral noises. She massaged and she clawed. And she made sure not to ignore that fine rump of his, giving each cheek a thorough squeezing before moving on. Down she came, sinking the bed towards the floor just a little bit more, washing him in her phenomenally hot breath once again. She licked him, starting between his ears and working down the back of his head, leaving his streaked hair in a frizzed mess. She got the back of his neck between her lips, and gave a suck that made him shiver. Especially since it was followed by her fangs.

He knew she would never go too far. But he also knew she had to test him, had to tease him, and most of all had to toy with him to find out just what 'too far' actually looked like. So every time she bit at him, he tensed up all over with real, instinctual fear that this would be the last time. Nothing made him harder, made him ascend to full, throbbing zebrahood faster. Those four fangs, on display every time he made her smile or laugh, now dug deep into his most vulnerable of places, their true strength held back by his lover's will. She bit just a little deeper, and he made an embarrassing yelp when they pierced skin.

None of it made him any softer. Even when he became acutely aware of just a small bit of bleeding through the warmth on his skin. Those four sharp pricks hurt briefly, making him wince, but the way she purred as she lapped at his tiny wounds with her sandpaper tongue was intoxicating. She drank his blood. It was only a little, but he knew she liked the taste. He was happy to give it to her.

A generous rasping of her tongue over him and finally he was allowed to see her when she took firm hold of his shoulders and turned him. He gazed up to her with a fond smile, taking all of her in at once. Her fangs, gleaming and bared behind her black lips. The intensity in her eyes. The way her tufted tail lashed in all directions when she was excited. And of course, her bare, tawny body. Her golden curves and her thick, intimidating muscle tone. The black nubs adorning her heavy breasts, the soaked dark skin of her pussy. Everything that made his flare thicken.

"Hi, murdercat," he said.

"Hi meat."

She gave him a sweet smile, though she was still growling in her throat. Coming close once more, she met his lips and forced her tongue deep into his mouth, clutching his skull between two powerful hands. Their kiss was loud and messy, her warm saliva running down his cheeks. When they popped apart, he sighed happily and then gave her a grin.

"Feelin' vicious?"

"Mmhmm."

He shifted some, glancing about at the room, for anything that might get knocked flying and broken once they really got going. Aside from him, of course.

"Think I can get out of my clothes first? I like this outfit. Xanthe's design."

"Hurry."

She gave him the mercy of climbing off him a moment, stretching out to her full impressive height beside him, propped up on an elbow, glaring at him. For the moment she looked almost relaxed, but he knew his time was short. The resulting scrambling and flopping about looked funny, but her face remained stoic, until he had stripped down to reveal all his lovely stripes. Then her lips curled, her eyes narrowed, and her features scrunched right up in a dominant snarl that was stronger than any rope or chains she might have used to keep him right in place.

That snarl remained on her face, the sound felt all over his bare body, inside of him, as she crawled back on top of him. This time, she sat on his middle, letting his cock stick up against her back, brushing pre in a smear across her fur. He felt her fingers brushing through his hair, then the tips of them plant deeply against his scalp. Thankfully with claws sheathed once more. She used that grip to hold him still, clutched by the skull, while she moved into a better position.

She took her time. Inching closer, letting him inhale the scent of her arousal. She'd been horny for a while, letting it marinate and ripen as the day wore on. Now it was there, making soaking into the fur all around her swollen lips. Closer and closer to his nose until the scent of his lover threatened to completely overtake him, to send him spiralling into a state of drunken bliss. But no, he had work to do.

That much was obvious when she straddled his head, thick thighs on either side of him, enveloping him in her tawny heat. He could have easily just laid back and absorbed her aggression, let his face be her toy, but he wanted a better taste than that. She had such an elegant flavour when she was truly worked up like this, one that meant he was more than happy to plap his broad tongue against her nethers and soak up as many of her juices as he could, letting the rich taste of lioness fill his equine senses.

That prompted a huff and a growl from her as she rocked her hips forwards, jamming herself against his tongue, giving it a good long grind to ensure every inch of her puffed, sensitive folds felt the warmth of his saliva washing away those dripping fluids. She humped his face until his whole mouth was wrapped around her pussy, sucking on her, immersed in her with his nostrils buried in the mussed tuft of fur just above. He was tasting only her, breathing only her, and she held onto that hold for as long as she liked, knowing that his big fat cock pulsed harder against her back the more she tested his courage and stamina.

Even when she relented, she didn't pull back gently. More just yanked his head from its smothered position, a splat of juices flinging in the process, leaving him panting open-mouthed to recover. And then plunging him back in with a firm grip on his hair, letting the impact be an audible thud as he smacked deep into her cunt and began eating her out with great scoops of his tongue. Heavy, hard, gathering up her juices and swallowing them down in audible gulps. Letting her heat and her sweat overtake upper thought and drive him into near-mindless worship.

Only when his lungs burned and his hooves began to thump the base of the bed, when his eyes rolled back and then shut, and his adoring licks deep within her began to slow, did she pull back once more. He coughed some as the air rushing back into his throat met the juices sliding down, briefly choking him. His entire face, from nose to ears to chin, were soaked in her juices by then. He could feel her scent making its way into his skin, leaving her mark upon him so that all would know who he belonged to.

He wasn't even finished refilling his lungs when she made him gasp some of that air back out with the sensation of her tongue tingling its way down his chest. She licked him from throat to middle, breath hot on him all the way down. With her back arched sharply, she slurped as low as she could, before rising from him and sliding her hands down his thighs, moving towards the foot of the bed. He wiped the juices from his eyes and gazed down at her with fond, slightly shaky anticipation.

Cats could be so very serpentine sometimes, especially so when she took firm hold of the base of his cock and directed the tip towards her lips. There was no kissing, no licking, but simply a smooth and snakelike motion of her head and neck to dive down along its ebon length in one deep gulp. All at once, she swallowed his cock nearly to the base, lips gliding tight along his every inch, pinning his meat between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, framing it carefully between her long fangs.

It was such an intense feeling, that rush of delight pleasuring all down his cock, that he cried out. He put one hand on his forehead and the other made a fist, thumping the bed. That tongue, that hot, rasping, tickling tongue massaging its way over every vein, every fold, every bulge of his cock and tasting its every detail, was the most wonderful thing he knew. She was merciless in the way she pleasured him with it, an entire zebra shaft deep in her throat but not even phasing her as she slurped and sucked, bobbed and rumbled, getting his taste as deeply into her tongue as he'd taken hers.

The lewdness of noise that came with her withdrawing stroke made him bite his lip. All at once, as quickly as she'd throated him, she sucked her way back to the tip, flinging drool everywhere then assaulting the dripping slit with her tongue.She was thorough to the point of even tasting the inside of his cock, leaving him braying, nearly whimpering. It was more than he could even take, as he all the while stared into her eyes, watching the fire behind them. But what was he going to do about it, beg? When she was like this, she got what she wanted, what she needed, and he loved how powerless he was to stop her.

She kept firm hold of his shaft, working her way down it again. This time, not with her mouth around it, but merely dragging her tongue along until she reached his fat sack beneath. She bounced and she jiggled those nuts of his as she licked them over, bringing him to a stuttering, breathless brink. His pre flowed so thickly it slipped all the way down to her nose as she aggressively sniffed at his balls, just pushing her muzzle right in between them, tail high and swinging through the air like a tufted whip.

Once his balls were thoroughly bathed, she opened wide, and took them right inside her mouth. She sucked loudly until they had nearly lost their flavour, all of it imprinted directly into her senses. Withdrawing, she paused to instead clutch both nuts directly between her teeth, letting the long, curved fangs indent the sensitive skin. He threw his hands upwards, holding them there, frozen, as every muscle went tight, a short "ah!" coming from his lips.

But not a hint of pain came from that display, her feline precision something he entirely trusted, and for good reason. She let his balls thump back to their usual position, letting his body gradually untensed, one muscle at a time, and he flopped back to the bed. His taste was on her breath as she crawled atop him, pinning him beneath her muscled weight, flattening him down to the bed once more. She kissed him again, sucking on his lower lip, then nipping it, visibly delighting in the little jolt it he made in response.

Then, she took him in her arms and left him clinging to her in the wild roll that followed. From near crushing him with her heated body, to letting him sprawl atop her. He would up with his head wedged between her breasts, and she planted a palm on the back of his head to keep him that way. He licked one side of her cleavage, then the other, while he felt her start wrapping her thighs around his waist. She flexed the muscles taut, giving him a near crushing vice to deal with, while his cock decorated her taut middle with his juices.

Looking up, her peeked from between her tits, leaving her just to see his big cute eyes gleaming at her while she squeezed him. She returned his gaze with a wide snarl, showing him those teeth he so loved, letting him feel her motor running deep inside as he remained pressed tight against her. When he spent too long simply staring, admiring her, she gave him a more forceful growl, lunging downwards just a little. He knew what he had to do.

Being a feminine thing, a girly zebra who even looked good in a skirt now and then, he had always tended to attract the kind of female attention he had to be very careful with. Fellow fashion models with narrow waists and delicate bodies. Sometimes even just penetrating them was asking too much. He had long wished for a woman in his life who could stand up to anything, who demanded the most out of him. Kilrasha was the one.

So he found a good angle, bucking and grinding his cock all over her pussy, and began to roughly spread her open. It never mattered to her. Too hard, too deep, too fast, she insisted he never hold back with her. If it hurt, she'd snarl her way through it and enjoy it all the more. So once his flared head met the slickened insides of her sex, he didn't hesitate. He drove himself home, plunging and stuffing his lovely big cat until he was all inside of her. The luckiest zebra around, balls deep in a lioness pussy.

He felt her claws on his back, threatening slice his bare skin. He felt her inner rumbles growing more and more intense as her muscles contracted and she clenched down hard on him. She went so tight from the pleasure that he couldn't even pull back for a moment. Only through sheer force, as much strength as his curvy body could muster, did he manage to start fucking her. Not a moment too soon either, the slick plunge in and out of her body the only thing that slowed those claws along his back. Any longer and she'd have given him another set of stripes. Or so it was hot to make him believe, anyway.

Once he found his momentum, he braced himself all over, and started to fuck the snarls right out of his big kitty. He slammed into her with every inch he had, until she was bulging with the size of him. He gushed her full of his pre, flowing thicker and thicker as his balls pulled taut with the urge to just cum inside her and end it right there. Of course he couldn't leave it at that. He was going to make his lioness cum first.

The way his medial ring caught against her clit a moment on each stroke in and out of her stretched cavern was working to fast elevate her towards that. He saw the way she shook all over every time he did that. He heard the rumbling sounds almost like purrs mixed in with her more frightening growls. It might not have even been necessary. He could have probably just fucked her to a roaring climax without even touching her clit, such was her need, but it was all the more fun to tickle and torment his kitty with delight.

She was wet to the point of each thrust making a messy splat in all directions upon impact. He felt her juices soaking over his balls, and well up his belly. They darkened the fur on her thighs, worked down her rump and pooled beneath, with the bottom half of her tail swishing through them. He pumped and he slammed her, knowing it must have hurt a little, but she bucked into him, squeezed on him, and wordlessly insisted he never stop, never slow down for her sake. She was in the kind of heat that could only be fucked out of her through sheer, unrelenting force.

And she wasn't the only one being worked up towards a tremendous climax. He could feel his balls growing outright heavy, or at least it felt that way, as he sloshed up a thicker and thicker load, ready to pump it into the heated lioness. Already, she had a bulge in her middle just from his cock, and he could only imagine how full she would look once he had unleashed every drop he had to give. He kept going, not even caring for precision, just hammering her over and over, bringing out that noisy squeak from the springs below, announcing to everyone within earshot of the open window that they were fucking hard. If her snarls and yowls weren't obvious enough.

But even his stamina had its limits. Just as a zebra in the wild might have eventually worn itself down fleeing from a ravenous predator like her, he felt himself slowing, just a little. His hips growing a bit sore from the constant pounding, his legs getting just a little tired. Barely anything, but he could feel the fatigue working through him after an unknowable time of steadily fucking the cat, and she picked up on it almost immediately. She clenched her thighs, and kept him in place, ceasing all his movement for a moment. His gaze fell upon her fangs as her snarl escalated to a vicious growl of attack.

In a fumbling, sweaty mess of motion, she was on top of him once more. His cock still inside of her, every last inch buried deep in her quivering heat, so very close to filling her. She sat up on him a moment, lips curled right back as she adjusted herself, and then plunged forth until her fangs were directly in his face. Then, they were around his throat, as she nibbled and sucked and toyed with him, starting to ride him just as hard as he'd been going. She hadn't lost a beat in all this time, hadn't tired in the slightest.

He always thought he was prepared for it, and he never was. To see her just fully in the throes of her passion, at her absolute wildest. Every time, it brought him all the way back to their first introduction, to that intimidating meeting in her office where he'd fumbled his words and made a fool of himself in front of her. Every time she got like this, even after their years of love and fondness, he felt like his young self again, stammering and frightened of her.

Of course, by now he'd long learned to embrace it. Not even to ignore it, but to relish in the danger and the lust that came with knowing his closest companion could annihilate him at any moment. With knowing that such a threat wanted his cum so fiercely as to almost break his body in pursuit of it. She was slamming home, going just as hard on him as he had on her, bruising and bashing his hips while her gushing tunnel squeezed tight around him.

He reached out for her hands, and they interlocked fingers together while she bit at his throat. She sunk her fangs in just the tiniest bit, but she was careful even in her furious lust. She wasn't going to break her precious zebra. Only bend and dent him a little.

When he had come home, the sun was still high in the sky. By now, the moon was the only light through their bedroom window, painting the scene of their mating in a bluish tone. Her eyes gleamed all the more intensely in the dark, her senses elevated further. She was the perfect predatory lover riding his hips with a mighty bounce and thud, driving herself wild with every inch of zebra cock she could fit, from his flared tip to the bulging veins and rounded ring in the middle, all the way down to his balls slapping against her with each stroke her powerful hips made downwards.

But even she wasn't infallible. Her relentless rhythm beating upon him faltered when she caught against his cock just so. She withdrew from his throat as if spitting it out, and instead treated him to a deep look into her mouth as she opened it wide in a huff and a groan, slowly escalating into a cascading, drooling roar that erupted into his face. Ears back, eyes closed, jaws open and bellowing ruination upon him like it was the end of the world.

Her last thrusts were wild, violent. He winced as they impacted him, but he felt that tightness. Those pounding, contracting pulses that squeezed him tight in eight different places at once. Rapidly flexing and contracting down on him and then squirting hard into the patterns of his abs. He felt it all flowing out at once, splashing down like a waterfall over the few inches not buried within her, then spattering hard over him and the bed all around. A truly messy lioness gush brought forth by finally satisfying her feral need.

Or most of it anyway. With her finally milked of that orgasm she so badly needed, he let go of all restraint, all selflessness and simply buried himself inside her once more, thrusting upwards while she was off her guard. Her responding snarl was this time shrill and broken, rumbles invading her nonvocal speech as afterglow began to work into her muscles and her mind, simmering down those predatory instincts.

She slumped to the side all at once, and pulled him again on top of her. Though he knew it would only last moments, his tired self soon had the pleasure of simply using her tight pussy to get himself off. He brayed and he bucked, his ears ringing from her roar, and poured all his last energy into finishing inside of her. He went at her until he felt lightning at the base of his cock, felt his balls tighten even closer to him, and the broad slit expand to make way for a truly thick load of zebra cream.

For that briefest moment, at the very top of the mountain, with his big kitty rumbling all happily beneath him, he was king. She left him bruised, exhausted, and very slightly bleeding, but right then, she just squirmed and mrawled as he plunged into her deepest reaches and began shooting all he had to give inside her. He slapped his balls against her as he went, gritting his teeth, desperate to milk out all he had for her, to prolong that evanescent peak for as long as he could, to live those moments where he could make her mewl for him.

The rush of his seed into her womb was rapid, intensely hot, and soon lewd and loud as his wild strokes continued, fucking it into her. The pressure had it squirting out in all directions, splashing and spattering in a nice creamy pool beneath her thighs. Squirts and jets and meanwhile a taut set of lioness abs just ever so slightly less taut with the sloshing bloat beneath. He was numb before long, the spasms of his cock shaking his entire body as he flopped down upon her, gasping, but still he bucked, and cummed, and filled her aching, heated pussy with exactly what she needed.

When he was a panting mess with his tongue hanging out against her left breast, he felt the last few clenches of his balls produced little more than a few last watery spurts to polish off his potent load, and then he just let himself go. Collapsing utterly onto her, hugging at her chest and feeling her return the gesture in kind. He was all wrapped up in loving arms, feeling her rumble and squeeze him close, and he felt the warmth of safety wash over him.

She wasn't done using her teeth on him, but this time it was just to fondly nibble his ear. He could sense her soothed mood just in the way she toyed with it. No longer was there any threat behind those teeth, any halted rage. She was a happy soft kitten he was delighted to snuggle with. When he caught his breath, he finally spoke.

"Feeling better, love?"

"Much," she purred, licking at his cheek. "Come up here and kiss me."

It was easier said than done, as he pulled his sensitive, half-softened shaft from her depths in one long, messy motion, leaving him flinching and gasping until he popped free with a torrent of overflowing cum. The scent of their mating, of their aroused musks mixing was high in the air, marked deep into the bed. He scooted himself upwards and laid a kiss right on her lips, followed by her cheek as he snuggled alongside her.

"There we are. I know I ask every time, but you're alright?" She gave his cheek a rough drag of her tongue.

"Everything's still attached! I'm not even that sore. I think I'm getting tougher."

She smiled and squeezed him close, wrapping him in the muscled bulk of one big arm. "Of course you are. You're my sweet stud of a zebra."

He was nicely mashed into her body with that grip, but her lightened mood meant she wasn't too forceful with him. "Meanwhile, I think you're getting even sneakier. I couldn't even feel you until you made a noise."

"Mmm. Good. I was hoping so."

"It's terrifying." He grinned. "I love it. Have you been practising? Pouncing on assorted household objects when I'm not around?"

"No, but, that's not a bad idea! Maybe next time." She laughed, and then began stroking through his long locks of hair, rubbing the texture between two fingers. "I love you, my little stud."

"Love you too, killer 'Rasha." He cast an adoring gaze up to her, and then just nuzzled her cheek. "Naptime?"

"Naptime."

And so they closed their eyes together, heated and sweaty and deeply satisfied, cozy in each other's embrace as the day's responsibilities slipped away, at least for an hour or two. Content in their sex and in their muted, affectionate thoughts. He was a zebra so lucky that he could kiss and love and squeeze her without ever a worry for himself, and she, a big vicious lioness that such a sweet zebra was happy to be near. It was with those pleasant things in mind that they dozed off together, naked and messy in the lion's den.