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Regina beamed proudly at the vast, stretching savannah.

The sun beamed right back, and Regina decided to keep moving.

She trekked onwards, her deep blue eyes looking over the plains. She wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead, then swept her curly blonde hair back behind her ears.

This was going to be the most important trip of her career.

Her university was always slow when it came to granting funds, and had gotten even worse recently; the last biology researcher they had sent out was long overdue. But Regina had finally convinced the board of the potential - the necessity! - of her expedition. This tract of savannah was massive, and almost entirely unexplored. She hadn't seen another human being for nearly a week. Even now, she wasn't entirely sure where she was going. But she was sure it was toward scientific progress.

She moved at a gentle stroll. Her clothes - a khaki shirt and shorts, along with plenty of sunscreen - mitigated the worst of the sun's heat, but she knew better than to push herself too hard. Even still, she began to worry that perhaps she was working too slowly. The savannah was beautiful, but had offered her no new discoveries in the last few days.

Then, in the distance, she saw movement.

Regina hurried for her binoculars and trained them on her faraway target. She was pleasantly surprised to see a lion. It was a good omen to spot such a majestic creature.

But something struck her as odd. She couldn't fully see the lion, since it was moving through thick grass. All that was visible was its head. Regina didn't understand why she couldn't see the top of its body, or its tail - and was it her imagination, or was it moving strangely, too?

Then the lion exited the grass and she nearly dropped her binoculars.

It - he? - stood bipedally. The lion had a muscular, humanoid body, barrel-chested and tall. He wore no clothing.

His anatomy was human-like. All of it.

He had paused to look around - giving Regina the chance to gawk in surprise - but he was soon moving again.

Regina lowered the binoculars, her hand shaking - and steeled herself. She was overwhelmed with questions, and her mind boggled at the possibilities - especially if the man-lion was closer in intelligence to man than lion - but she would find no answers by standing dumbly in the middle of the savannah.

She set out after him, faster than she had been walking - but not too fast. Safety was no guarantee with a creature this strong. She maintained a careful distance, close enough to follow him but not so close as to reveal her presence. As a scientist, her goal was merely to observe.

The lion led her towards a watering hole. A large tree stood next to the water, granting some precious shade. She spotted other figures by the pool - a meeting of lions? She broke away from the lion's path, instead heading for a nearby slope leading to a rocky outcrop. The elevation would give her a better view.

Once there, Regina produced her binoculars. Her suspicions were confirmed. The figures were indeed more lions - although Regina hadn't quite been prepared to see them having sex.

A lioness was in the shade. She was on her knees, resting her head on her folded arms. Her body was at an angle, leaving her ass sticking up - and a male was eagerly fucking her. He seemed to be much more pleased than the female, who - judging from her less animated body language - was almost bored.

A loose group of lions watched the display from a distance; all males. Regina noticed with a jolt - of scientific curiosity - that many of them were quietly masturbating.

One male, the lion she'd followed, stepped closer to the lioness. She snarled at him impatiently. The other males followed suit, and the interloper backed up. He sat down, further back than the other males. Regina couldn't help but notice that the lion humping the female hadn't even slowed down.

Regina had no way of knowing when the meeting had started, but it didn't last much longer. As soon as the first male had climaxed, the rest of the males tensed, eager to take his place. The lioness looked them over, eventually allowing a muscular specimen near the front to approach her. They sniffed at each other and felt each other's bodies, and it wasn't long before full sex ensued. Regina took out a notepad and jotted down the details - as a scientist.

That session lasted about as long as the previous one had. The sun lowered and the heat became less crushing, allowing Regina to focus. She carefully took in every motion, every sound, every tensing of a muscle - for science.

But when the second male finished, the lioness lost interest. Without so much as a glance at the other males, she stood and stalked off.

Regina's binoculars bounced between the retreating lioness and the males. Neither did much. The lioness was soon gone, vanishing over the horizon; the males milled around and slowly disbanded.

Regina exhaled, biting her lip. Obviously, her priority was to observe as much of these lions as she could. This was her big break! She briefly considered following some of the dispersing lions, but decided against it. It was too risky, and the group was too fragmented; the males were probably more or less solitary. Instead, she stayed put. She had a good vantage point over a place where, apparently, they sometimes met. All she had to do was wait for another... meeting.

She frowned as she settled into a sitting position, shrugging off her backpack. In 'regular' lion populations, females vastly outnumbered males. In fact, for any species of mammal, it was healthy to have at least slightly more females in the overall population. Yet for whatever reason, the demographics of this group were inverse. There was an abundance of male lions, but - based on her admittedly limited data - very few lionesses. And this appeared to be a frustrating situation for both parties.

Females seemed to hold the social power; yet another inversion. Their rarity meant they called the shots, at least in regards to mating. If a single lioness attracted a group of males that large - most of whom left unsatisfied - then the demographic gap must be stark indeed. Regina could only imagine how pent up the males must be... how their powerful, toned bodies craved release...

Regina caught herself, taking a breath. She had been off balance since seeing the first male, which she naturally assumed was because it was a monumental scientific discovery. But after watching the mating, she felt even less focused. Something was getting to her. Maybe she needed to call it a day and try again in the morning. Obviously her concentration was failing her.

She sat uncertainly, her hands resting on the edge of her shorts; half on the fabric, half on her soft skin. It was impossible to deny that she felt a certain warmth within her as she kept thinking about the males; about their strong, muscular bodies, about how powerfully they fucked the lioness...

Regina was so lost in thought she failed to realize that one of those strong, muscular bodies was closing in on her. He was young and held little social importance, so he hadn't even gotten close to the lioness. When the crowd broke apart, he headed for the rocky outcrop, since it was his favorite place to lounge in the sun and feel sorry for himself. But as he approached, he caught an unusual scent. Not unpleasant - quite nice, actually - but definitely not native to the savannah. He crept closer, intrigued but wary.

The outcrop was a slope on one side and a steep drop from all others. When Regina heard something behind her, an instinctive part of her brain immediately panicked, realizing she was cornered. She turned, confirming what she suspected; a lion.

She immediately began to note details, looking at him scientifically in an attempt to control her fear. He had green eyes, and his fur was sandy while his mane was a rich red. He was definitely a fully grown adult, but he seemed relatively young. Regina took in his muscular body, comfortably nude. She had difficulty preventing her eyes from wandering downwards.

Focusing on his appearance stopped her from panicking, but her fear persisted. Her body was tense and her eyes were wide. It was only rational to be afraid of a creature this deadly.

To her surprise, the second she had turned, he stopped. He waited in silence, half crouched, watching her expectantly.

Regina swallowed. There was a chance she could survive this. Hell, maybe she'd be able to open some kind of dialogue. She didn't know how intelligent these lions were, but if this one had held back from her, then there was a chance they weren't merely violent animals.

Her fear was obvious to the red lion - and he didn't like it. His youth gave him a friendly curiosity, and although this female was strange and clearly foreign, he had no desire to harm her. Her scent was lovely.

He had inadvertently cornered her, so approaching her would only make things worse. Instead, he kept low to the ground, making himself seem smaller. He gently reached out a hand to her.

Regina blinked rapidly. Her hopes were realized! He was both intelligent and benign! A voice was quick to point out that perhaps he was just intelligent, and this was a cruel trick to get her to come closer so he could eat her. But given her lack of options, that was a risk she had to take.

She crawled forward, moving slowly so she wouldn't startle him. He kept his hand out for her, and when she drew near he held it towards her face so she could get his scent. This meant little to Regina's nose - he smelled like a lion, and that was about it - but she understood the meaning of the gesture. He really was friendly.

She felt the tension drain out of her shoulders, letting out a shaky sigh. So far, so good. Nervously, she reached up to touch his hand. His fur was soft. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Successful contact!

The lion looked her over, appreciating her form. She looked odd by leonine standards - no fur, intricate coverings, a strange kind of rudimentary mane - but he quite liked her. And up this close, she smelled even better. Alluring. Not food. The other thing.

He decided to take the chance.

His tail swishing behind him, he pulled back so that he could stand tall without threatening her.

Regina watched, calm but bemused. "What is he doing? Is he trying to... impress me?"

He drew himself to his full, regal height, tossing his mane. The red glinted in the sunlight. Regina made a mental note that she would probably call this first individual 'Red' in her reports for simplicity's sake.

He flexed an arm, displaying his impressive musculature. Then, very carefully, he knelt down to her again, offering his bicep.

Regina got the impression he wanted her to touch him. She reached out to gently stroke his arm, and he purred.

"I guess he is trying to impress me. But why?"

Then Red leaned forward and licked her neck.

Regina gasped at the feeling, her fingers twitching. His tongue felt incredible against her skin. He only licked her once, but then he hovered there, his huge body close to hers. She could feel his breath.

Compared to the icy lionesses, Regina's mild puzzlement was practically an open invitation to fuck. Still, he sensed he needed to take the foreplay further first. Red pulled in closer, sliding one arm up her back to hold her in a half-embrace. He gave her soft flesh another slow lick.

It paid off. He felt her body stiffen and her heart speed up. He licked her again and she whimpered.

Now he was getting somewhere.

He kept working her neck, trying to communicate as much affection as he could through his tongue. Regina shivered in pleasure, eyes unfocused. She wasn't sure what was happening, but she didn't want it to stop. Pushing aside any attempt to think coherently about what was going on, she just relaxed and focused on the sensations.

Red leaned her back until she was lying on the ground. Now that the sun was setting, the earth was cooler and much more comfortable.

His powerful hands slid down her sides, coming to her hips. He took hold of her shorts and, with a swift motion, pulled them down. Regina gasped as her thighs were exposed, but her panties at least stayed in place. He kept pulling until he came to her boots. After a moment of puzzlement, he shook both loose and discarded her shorts.

Any thought Regina had that he was merely interested in her clothing was similarly thrown away when he slid two strong, soft hands along her thighs and leaned in towards her crotch. Her heart was pounding. She tensed when she felt his breath against her groin. Was this really happening?

Red realized there was another obstacle in his way - yet more fabric. He readied one hand and unsheathed a claw.

"Woah, wait!" said Regina, throwing up a hand. He froze, backing up slightly. No matter what his intentions were, she didn't want those claws anywhere near her. Instead, she took off her underwear herself.

She had gotten her panties just past her knee when she realized that she probably could've stopped him right there. He seemed cautious of her; respectful, even. If she had communicated her discomfort she could have avoided this.

But she hadn't. Because she wasn't uncomfortable. Instead, she voluntarily stripped herself, exposed her wet pussy to this animal, and laid back with her legs spread and her heart pounding.

When he shifted slightly and his hardening dick came into view, she knew she had made the right decision.

Red took a moment to bring his muzzle to her crotch. Satisfied her scent confirmed she was a suitable mate - or as suitable as he was about to get - he darted his tongue out and licked her. Regina's whole body jolted and she cried out, a sure sign she was ready for this.

Red got into position, his hands on her thighs and his hips aligned with hers. Wasting no more time, he penetrated her.

Regina immediately moaned in pleasure. There was no point lying to herself - it felt amazing.

The lion soon worked up a rhythm, pounding her forcefully. He hadn't mated in so long - he was going to savor every second of this. His dick slid in and out, driving her wild.

"Oh! Oh my - god! Aaahh!" Regina did her best to brace herself, but every thrust knocked the breath out of her. He was exactly as powerful as she had thought - as she had hoped. It was incredible. She let her body go limp and squeezed her hips around his thick cock. What little of her rational thought remained reasoned that this was already happening, so she may as well lie back and enjoy it.

The lion certainly was. This strange female felt amazing against him. Her inviting pussy twitched around his dick, as though her body itself was begging for more. He didn't need to speak her language to understand how much she was loving this. Which was fantastic; he needed this much more than she did. He never stopped thrusting, his speed building inexorably, squeezing her soft flesh in his strong hands.

Soon Regina was in a kind of stupor. She lay back, her body relaxed and open, her face expressing incredible pleasure. She hoped this would last for hours.

Then he came.

With a roar, the lion's body tensed and his balls tightened. He kept pumping her, trying to prolong his climax, but it was already over. Regina felt his warm cum flow through her, and she gasped at the sweet sensation - but a second later she realized what it meant.

Red slowed to a stop, panting. He pulled out of her and leaned down, closer to Regina. She reached out to touch his mane - it was softer than she expected. In return, he embraced her with his powerful arms, letting out a gentle huff.

"Aww... you're sweet." Regina lay back, taking this opportunity to catch her breath.

He lowered himself to the ground to cuddle her. He nuzzled her cheek, his warm breath against her neck. He was clearly grateful to her. For good reason, she mused.

But she hadn't cum yet. She wanted more.

Not for the first time, Regina caught herself. What kind of scientist thought like that? She should be ashamed for putting her pleasure in front of observational objectivity. Interaction with the lions should have commenced in a careful, controlled manner. Instead, she had... she...

She let out a breath, sinking deeper against the lion's warm fur. It had felt good; heavenly. Certainly better than any human man she had slept with. She knew it was wrong, to compromise her research like that, to allow herself to be fondled by some... animal. But it was amazing. It was still amazing, the way he held her close and stroked her body and nuzzled her face.

The only problem was that she wanted more.

Fortunately for Regina, more was coming. The scent of sex in the air - rare, precious - was already drawing another male closer.

Regina lay against the red lion, idly stroking his body. He enjoyed the feeling of his soft fur and toned muscle. But although he was powerful, he was definitely tired. He returned her affections, happily cuddling her, but made no attempt to resume the sex. Regina sighed, pleasure mixing with frustration.

There was a noise. Both Regina and Red looked up immediately. His heart sank. Hers fluttered.

Standing there was the second male. He was older, with a strikingly dark mane; it didn't take Regina much mental energy to name him.

She sat up, pulling away from Red. Already her arousal was building.

She was not going to be objective.

Regina kept her eyes on him as her fingers hurriedly unbuttoned her shirt. She stripped it off, then reached around to her back to unhook her bra. Both Red and the new male watched with curious hunger as Regina's full, perky breasts came into view.

She cupped her own tits, offering them to the newcomer. "Hey, there..." The lioness she'd seen had a far sleeker physique, with little in the way of a bust. Regina wondered whether the lion would be attracted by her chest.

He was looking at her almost in awe, although Regina mused that might not be because of her breasts specifically. She was certain she was an odd sight. Red had been curious about her, but this lion was older, more cautious. She had to take the initiative.

There was no possible excuse for her behavior now. Red had approached her, and there were plenty of excuses she could use to defend herself in the eyes of any hypothetical voyeur - chief among them the danger he could pose. But now she was the predator.

She moved towards 'Black' - slowly, hoping not to startle him. She kept low, trying to communicate docility, friendliness. Arousal.

Black didn't move. He didn't walk forward to meet her, but he didn't back away either. He was still not sure what exactly was happening. Red lounged nearby, watching with ambivalence. He hadn't expected to have the woman to himself for long. He was just lucky to have been the first.

Regina came to Black, trying to contain her excitement. She reached out and gently lay her fingertips on his leg. He watched her calmly; good. Regina looked up at him, smiling. Then she gently leaned in and, with a slow motion, licked his stiffening cock.

He shivered with pleasure, amazed. Not only was this strange female friendly, she wanted sex. She was actively inviting him to mate - and what an interesting invitation it was. Worried that any movement on his part would make her stop, he merely stood and stared, revelling in the feeling of her tongue against his flesh.

"Mmm... do you like this?" Regina wrapped her lips around the base of his shaft, licking the sensitive skin, then ran her lips along his dick. "What about this?" She grabbed her tits and brought them to his cock, massaging him. "Yeah..."

Black couldn't believe this. No matter how deep in heat they got, the lionesses never did something so... complex. The feeling of Regina's soft boobs against his dick was unlike anything he'd ever felt. He wouldn't be able to take this for long.

Regina noticed a trickle of precum on the lion's dick. It was time to move on; she didn't want to waste this chance by making him climax too early. She had totally discarded her scientific principles - hell, her basic decency - for the sake of her pleasure. The last thing she wanted was for this debauchery to be for nothing.

She pulled back, unable to resist the urge to quickly slip two fingers into her pussy. She was wet - she needed this.

She turned and got on her hands and knees, offering herself to the black lion. Her fingers tensed against the ground. It was hard to contain her excitement.

Her efforts were rewarded; Black's reserved caution was gone. Now he was more than willing to mate with this strange but alluring female. He knelt down behind her, aligning his dick to the right place. Without warning, he entered her.

Regina shivered in pleasure, but braced herself. This time she wasn't going to be passive. Now that she knew what to expect, she was going to take some control. As Black began to fuck her, pumping in and out of her hot body, Regina wriggled her hips in order to increase the sensations.

If this lion was pent up as well, that meant that it might not be long until he climaxed too. That set a time limit. Regina closed her eyes, basking in the pleasure, trying to lose herself in it. She needed this. So much.

Black gripped her at the hips, fucking her with everything he had. Like her, he was lost in the act. He focused on the sensations, feeling how her pussy naturally massaged his cock. Whoever this female was, she was loving this! He felt himself twitch inside her.

Regina bit her lip, letting out little pants and moans in synchrony with Black's thrusts. She looked up absently and her eyes landed on Red.

They locked eyes. Red didn't move, but part of him felt hopeful. It was a bad idea to approach a lioness while she was with another male. But this female wasn't a lioness.

He sat up cautiously, watching for any sign of anger. Instead, Regina smiled and reached a hand out to him. Red shuffled over to her eagerly.

Regina threw her arms around his shoulders, embracing him tightly. He made for good support. He began to nuzzle her and lick her neck again, which immediately made her moan contentedly. Black didn't care. As long as she let him play with her pussy, she could do what she wanted.

It continued like that: Red held her tightly and licked her neck while Black fucked her savagely from behind. Regina was no longer a scientist, or even a rational creature. Right now she was just a soul suspended in indescribable pleasure. What little of her mind that was working wished that this would go on forever - but her body, by contrast, was reaching its limit.

Her arousal built steadily, growing with every thrust of Black's thick cock. And he felt the same. Her pussy twitched around him, massaging him, inviting him to continue. The release his body was craving was close. Very close.

Red gave Regina one final lick, which made the woman shiver in bliss. The motion caught Black by surprise - and before he could stop himself he was climaxing. He didn't slow - he kept pumping her - but his hot cum spurted into her.

Regina felt a familiar warmth spread through her, and that was all she needed. Her arms tensed around Red, her cries of orgasm muffled by his fur. The pleasure that washed through her entire body was incredible. This was exactly what she needed. She'd gotten it.

Things were never going to be the same for her.

Regina leaned forward, letting Black slip out of her and falling into Red's waiting arms. He pulled her close and kept nuzzling her, but - to her surprise, and delight - Black approached too. After a slightly awkward phase, they managed to share her. They both nuzzled and stroked her, almost reverential.

Regina sighed contently, getting another breath of their soothing scent. She wondered how long it'd take for them to be ready to fuck her again. She would find out soon enough.

Finally, some important research.

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Word spread quickly through the savannah. Soon all the lions knew of the strange, exotic female who not only tolerated sex, but seemed to actively seek it out.

The lionesses mostly kept their distance. Sometimes one would visit her, watching her with a wary curiosity or poking through her belongings. Regina wondered if relations between the males and females would improve, now that the males found release elsewhere.

But those were just idle musings. She had much more important matters occupying her attention.

She was straddling Red - her first, and her favorite. He was fucking her pussy from below. She loved the way he pounded her, and the way his strong hands gripped the soft flesh of her thighs. She squeezed him a little to encourage him, brushing her leg against the fur of his hips. He was so powerful.

But she couldn't focus solely on him. She had one hand on her chest, massaging her own breast, and with the other she was jacking off the Black. He was thrusting his hips a little, moving against her, but mostly he was just content to relax and enjoy the treatment. Regina had already made him cum more than once today. She was confident that once she felt his hot jizz against her skin, he'd be content to stop.

And good thing, too - the lion fucking her mouth was relentless. This third male was one she had picked out of the crowd. Though his mane was a dull brown, his eyes were a wonderful shade of blue. And he was a lot of fun to pleasure. He huffed and shivered and purred as Regina sucked his warm dick.

These three males were her constant guardians now. They were fiercely protective of her, and Regina had never felt more safe - or more important. In the day, they cared for her needs and brought her a steady stream of gifts. At night, she slept with them (in the traditional sense). She didn't think she could return to sleeping on a regular bed, now that she was used to spending her nights cuddled up with three soft, affectionate lions.

Of course, they weren't the only lions she spent her time with. Plenty of other males sought her out on a daily basis, and they treated her so nicely it was hard for her to even pretend not to be interested. Regina was always busy, but never bored.

She felt Blue's cock twitch in her mouth. He was getting close. The other two weren't far off either, nor was she. It was time to wrap up.

First, she attended to Black. Still jacking him off with one hand, she brought the other to his balls and began to massage them. He huffed and she felt his body twitch, buckling slightly at the knees. He became more animated, thrusting against her, speeding up his movements, fucking the air. Then - with a muted growl and a shiver - he came. Regina felt his cum on her hand. She was satisfied she'd finished him, but she kept up her ministrations, only pulling away when he did.

Then, the other two. Regina sped up the movements of both her tongue and hips, sucking the third lion's dick and bouncing on Red's cock with increasing speed. Now free, she brought her hands to the lion she was sucking off. With one, she began to caress his balls as she had done with Black - the other went to the side of his ass, her fingers digging into his toned muscle.

He felt the way her tongue and lips pleasured him, seemingly devoted to making him feel as good as possible. Her mouth was non-stop. He was never able to last for too long.

He surrendered to the feeling. His balls tightened, his hips tensed - then, with a loud roar, he climaxed.

Regina felt his warm cum against her tongue - and it was only then she realized just how close she was. All she would have to do was focus on how amazing Red felt under her. He was pumping her savagely, his strong fingers gently squeezing the soft flesh of her hips.

Oh yes. He was definitely her favorite.

She concentrated on the sensations, the feeling of his thick cock pleasuring her, the fact this powerful, beautiful beast was hers, her lover. Without warning she came. With a low moan her fingers and toes curled and her body shivered and her pussy twitched frantically around his dick.

This was more than enough for Red. He released a deep roar and his load simultaneously. He came inside her, his cock twitching. It felt just as satisfying as their first time. It always did.

She melted down against Red, catching her breath. She sank into his broad, sturdy chest. Red wrapped his arms around her and began to lick her neck. Regina sighed as she relaxed into his warm fur.

The two other males pulled in close as well, and after a few moments of shuffling and repositioning, all four of them lay contented and comfortable. Regina smiled to herself as she drifted off to sleep.

It was good to be the queen.