{"sf1_id":1464257,"sf2_id":"J1Orrp4n","title":"A Biography of a Human: In The Lions Den","author":"Erik2000","words":6503,"posted_at":"2019-06-28T12:55:55.000Z","tags":["Anatomically Correct","Anthropomorphic","Breastfeeding","Breasts","Character Development","Cuckolding","Desert","Drama","Egypt","Ejaculation","Erotic","F/M","Female","Femdom","Heterosexual","Human","Lion","M/F","Master/Pet","Master/Slave","Medieval","Nipples","Plot Development","Post-Apocalyptic","Realistic","Semi Consensual","Series","Slave","Story Series","Straight","Tribal","Vagina","Vaginal","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1464257-a-biography-of-a-human-in-the-lions-den","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/J1Orrp4n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/0e/bb/0ebb14ca-dd8a-427e-bc70-cdf7f8834e07","description":"Xander's life in the pride of lions if anything but normal!  \n  \nWell as promised, chapter 24! As always, thanks to the wonderful :Conforto: for his editorial help and please enjoy this addition to my long running series! This chapter is for you straight paring lovers wanted to be open to other types of parings than just the ones I like! Finally, don't hesitate to leave a comment of your thoughts and reactions, I live for those!","content":"A Biography of a Human\n\n \n\nChapter Twenty-Three:\n\n \n\n“In The Lion's Den\"\n\n \n\n \n\n_Oh, great Felide! Mother of the feline race! Thy didst give birth to the disc of the sun, giving light to the world! Thou gentle paws reach down to the lands in grip of thy holy rays from thou and smite down the enemies of the feline creed!_\n\n \n\n_Thy gave birth to the egg of light by thyself, hatching forth great Leo the lion, full of pride! Oh Leo! Son of the sun-mother, consort of her graciousness and father of the feline race, thou are manifold in thy strengths in the heat of battle!_\n\n \n\n_Oh great gods of the felines! Thy make the other pale in thou glory! Ursin and Cannis, tis but servants to your glory, for does not the Earth and silver disc revolve around thee?_\n\n \n\n-Hymn of the feline race.\n\n \n\n \n\nAfika ended up being contrary to what I had long feared. I was under the impression it was nothing but scorched sand with only a little bit of green hugging the river Naiel, and that the Western deserts beyond the green of its banks were endless until the horizon. A land where no rain falls and where the harsh disc of Felide ruled supreme over its lifeless landscape, caressed only by the bellowing hot winds upon its gritty surface.\n\n \n\nThis was merely a facade, an imposing one at that, for the seemingly vast desert where those monuments of stone and their guardian head rested was but a bluff to the lost. There afar lay vast patches of fertile savannas blessed by yearly monsoons, greening the land and home to countless beasts to hunt by the dueling prides that roamed there and along the great river.\n\n \n\nHow great the competition in the great savanna of the West was! Hardly a pride ever reached high status before being batted down by jealous rivals and the same could be said for the prides that called the banks of Naiel home, migration being not too uncommon between the two landscapes.\n\n \n\nAha'hor and his pride was among them, located on the Eastern edge of the great plains. We were lucky, Gernan and myself could have both died if it were not by sheer chance that my frenzied path crossed with a scouting party of Aha'hor's tribal fiefdom.\n\n \n\nOr was it the winds of destiny that gave a tug on the mortal realm? Either way, our future was secure thanks to my bargain with the lion chief himself, which was right now a blessing but would be a source of rumors that would end up being a thorn in my future career, of which at the time I could have scarcely even thought of. One thing at a time though!\n\n \n\nGernan and I had a silent agreement of the arrangements. He knew, but we both knew that if we talked about it the thin wall of guilt and shame would shatter for him, leaving us both in despair at the actions I took to ensure my survival so that I could be there for him. I only cared about the fact that he was safe and keeping Gernan safe also meant never telling him about either this or what his primal nature almost drove him to do as well.\n\n \n\nThat was over now! The fear of that was long gone, for on the first night after Gernan awoke from his sleep we were delivered the side of a carcass of a fresh kill and all I could think of while I watched my groggy wolven master tear into the dripping flesh of the animal, was that I had achieved my goal in finding my master food!\n\n \n\nThe cost of having to prostitute myself to a lion was nothing to this sight and I would do it all over again if given the chance.\n\n \n\nAha'hor, a true male, I must contend! A bit old, having cubs who were already adults, one of which, the eldest, was a father to a newly born litter of cubs and of whose mother I had already met, though I did not know that yet.\n\n \n\nThere was such an ambition burning within his heart, an ambition that had not tempered out, even with his age. I would even say age had caused it to burn even more so than in his youth.\n\n \n\n“I want a pride that is greater than most, not some mere pride of a hundred or so! One that my newborn grandcub will one day take charge of!\" he would say of his desires aloud to his fellow lions and lionesses of his pride in discussions about his pride atop his rocky outcrop seat.\n\n \n\nI was there of course, by his side a lot when he desired it, usually almost nude as he enjoyed the sensation of my soft skin against this leathery pads and wanted to feel all of it. This also served as a dominance symbol over the other male lions in his pride who he needed to keep tight rein on.\n\n \n\nMany a pride leader has been slain for old age and perceived weakness rooted in that.\n\n \n\nWe…we made love, though not every summons was for sex, sometimes he wanted my company which would often be me serving and conversing with him. Tending to his voluminous dark mane, sitting behind him on my knees brushing it with a comb carved from bone. Often he would muse aloud, giving me an in-depth understanding of this ferocious beast's mind in a way few others could ever get, especially from fellow lions, even his own sons!\n\n \n\nThings that only I was audience for! Things, deep personal things, regrets and doubts that I was shocked to be privy to if I must admit now. The things he said, if heard by another lion in his pride, would get himself killed for weakness.\n\n \n\nI was witness to one in particular that I remember strongly in the days shortly after I gave over myself in body to his lion malehood.\n\n \n\n“I can still see those innocent faces…\" he sighed aloud as I gently ran my fingers through his mane in preparation for braiding a strand of it, which would eventually be capped by a primitive gold bead at the bottom.\n\n \n\n“What do you mean, Aha'hor?\" I ventured out cautiously as my hands reached down to the bone comb by my side.\n\n \n\n“My nephews…their little innocent faces…just before I…\" he choked slightly, not really in deep sadness like the weakness of crying, but a pained emotion of things long gone.\n\n \n\n“Just before I killed them…\" he finally finished, revealing a horrifying reality aspect of lionian life and culture.\n\n \n\nPatricide and infanticide.\n\n \n\nThe killing of one's brothers and their sons to ensure no challenges to leadership. Sure, there were exceptions but it was a grim norm of their world.\n\n \n\n“Their little necks...\"\n\n \n\n“My maw around them...\"\n\n \n\n“The sound of the bones breaking…\" he went on darkly as he bent his large head down, cupping his muzzle and eyes in his large paws.\n\n \n\n“Their mother's faces when they came and saw that their cubs were dead, that burning hatred, their utter grief!\" Aha'hor gave out a great and long sigh as I sat there in abject horror at what I was privy to.\n\n \n\n“What is done, is done...\" the lion muttered finally, a bleak acceptance of the culture of his people.\n\n \n\n“Father!\" a voice broke the silence that came down on the room after this shocking admission, only my breath and my heartbeat was heard to me.\n\n \n\nA young male lion strode in, dressed in ashen-hued tribal garb and dawning a string of beads beneath his mane, glossy with youth unlike his father's faded one.\n\n \n\nHe saw me almost immediately and was eying me up with his dark brown eyes, it unnerved me and was not like that of his fathers gaze, which though it was powerful and struck fear into my frame, his was different and it felt almost lustful.\n\n \n\nA lusting for me! A look in his feline eyes akin to that of a child seeing a toy he seeks to covet for his own!\n\n \n\n“Weha'djet! My son, what brings you here?\" the father replied, snapping out of his somberness as he got up, the action of which caused the halfway-finished braid to slide out of my working hands and unravel, much to my frustration.\n\n \n\nFather and son soon started of conversing, the contents of which I do not remember since I paid no heed of it as it did not sound important.\n\n \n\nWeha'djet, a name which means poison serpent. He was the second son of Aha'hor, a lion who under normal circumstances would be fodder upon the death of his father unless he escaped to form a pride of his own.\n\n \n\nHe constantly glanced over at me during his talk with his father, brief stares that unsettled me greatly at their intentions. I made it a reminder that henceforth on that I never wanted to be alone with this lion!\n\n \n\n“_At least he was never going to lead the pride,\"_ was all I thought, smug in my convictions that his older brother, Wenem'sybek would take over in the end.\n\n \n\nWhen I was not being a companion to Aha'hor I was with Gernan, well, when he was around. A lot of the times he was called to talk with the great lion, often passing each other as I left and he arrived. I made sure to put my clothing back on, I did not want him to see me looking like a skimpy slave boy that I was with Aha'hor. I was well aware of his ability to tell if I did or did not do the act and when he could smell sex upon my body he would give forth a buried look of sadness on his face, to which I would always reply with a gentle smile and a nod of my head, making sure to remind him I did this of my own will.\n\n \n\nMy old wolf master took up his task of advising with stride, he found new life being able to talk war again after so long a time being unable to express himself as he was trained in.\n\n \n\nAha'hor was open to new ideas, new ways of warfare as to get a one up over the old ways of battle. The old ways would consist of two doctrines, either mass charges against the opposing tribe and losing half of one's male lions just to have a watering hole or a herd of gazelles for just a season; or the even more conservative doctrine, which would entail nothing more than a series of brief skirmishes that lasted only as long as both sides had arrows and javelins, solving nothing aside from maintaining control of what little territory they had.\n\n \n\nSome of the other lions in Aha'hor's pride council were not impressed or won over by the so-called 'Moon-dog' ways of war.\n\n \n\n“Formations!? Armor!? Those things are for weak canines and inbreed mutts!\" an older lion spat out in one of the meetings I was told about by Gernan afterwards. “We'll be the laughing stock of the savannah, prancing to battle paw-in-paw with our fancy armor!\"\n\n \n\n“And that is precisely why you lions have yet to establish any semblance of a formidable presence! And in in your own land, for Canis' sake!\" my master snapped back, his hackles likely raising in moderate agitation, which ended up causing my normally level-headed wolf to bite back with a snide remark.\n\n \n\n“By the First Wolf and the First Alpha! To think that your forbearer, Noble, once led the league of Chimera! Now look what you have devolved into!\" Gernan cursed in wolf-speak under his breath, but the tone of it was clear to all despite the language barrier that it was a dig at felines.\n\n \n\n“HOW DARE YOU! YOU CANINE SCUM!\" the lion lunged forward ready to strike out.\n\n \n\n“STOP! Both of you! How dare you make a scene!\" Aha'hor growled out, causing both parties to freeze. “This is not how a good pride is run! Now shove it with the bickering!\" he paused for a slight moment before starting up again!\n\n \n\n“You!\" he pointed to the same lion as before. “Your reverence for the past ways of warfare has done nothing, I have spent a lifetime of leadership with those ways and they have gained me nothing! My pride is the same as it was when it started out!\" the argumentative lion cowered back, nodding his maned head in submission as Aha'hor turned to my master.\n\n \n\n“And Gernan! That kind of canine creed is not well liked here, as you can clearly see! The old ways of my pride members have kept us alive even if they have not advanced us, and they are worthy of respect! If I were another lion, you would have died for such words or even less! I will not hear any more of that in MY pride! Do you understand?\"\n\n \n\n“I do, my Lord of the Great House!\" Gernan calmly said as he showed his respect by tucking his tail straight between his legs, which was not unnoticed by the kingly lion who was flattered by this.\n\n \n\n“So tell us, Gernan of the Alphate, what is your idea?\"\n\n \n\n“Well, Lord…\" he went on to give forth his ideas for reforming Aha'hor's pride, first of which was the suggestion of better organization, complete with delegating the pride warriors into groups, lead by a chosen warrior, likely picked among Aha'hor's sons, to act as a sort of officer. Aha'hor expanded on the idea further by having standard poles for each battle group.\n\n \n\nArmor was another thing, it was practiced but not wide-spread, only the pride leader might wear it but it was seen as a weakness to have.\n\n \n\n“Though your rivals might see armor as weak it will prove itself when more of your lions end up surviving to fight on!\" Gernan countered to the arguments of previous lion who nearly clawed out his eyes saying this while he shot him a smug look.\n\n \n\n“Hmmm! I like this idea! I can already imagine the other prides troops boasting and laughing at us donning armor only to be defeated!\" Aha'hor mused, tapping his claws on the shale of his perch.\n\n \n\n“Lord? Do you have iron to use for the weapons and armor?\" Gernan asked, to which the pride leader looked confused and ever so slightly cocked his head, as the rest of the council did likewise, some whispering to each other about what the dumb canine meant.\n\n \n\n“It's a hard metal. Dark silver\u0026nbsp;in hue-\"\n\n \n\n“You mean black metal? We have seen it before in the possession of the red-dogs. We do not know how it is made, we only have scarce red-metal, only enough for axes and jewelry, for our use,\" Aha'hor exclaimed finally seeing what my master was talking about and speaking about the logistics of getting materials to even make the so called 'red metal' in the first place.\n\n \n\n“Do you mine this red metal?\" Master gulped down nervously, fearing what would be said by the lion chief.\n\n \n\n“What? No! No! We get it by bartering, that's is why it is scarce! I have heard it comes from the prides in the Turquoise Desert.\"\n\n \n\nIt was then Gernan realized that the lions were still stuck using stone and that the art of iron smelting had not yet spread to this part of the world, with soft copper being only now just dabbled with! He admitted to me later that he was a little concerned and worried if he would be able to give the imposing lion his desires.\n\n \n\n“What if he loses the first battle? What if the few copper battle axes turn blunt in the middle of battle?\" he said worriedly as he laid down on a bundle of grass tied into a form of a cushion. I parted the fur on his head to check how his wound was healing up now, the bandage was no longer needed.\n\n \n\n“The foxes were the first to know iron and with it they tried to take over the world before we learned the secrets of that inconspicuous looking rock!\" he started mumbling and further went on a stream of nervous words.\n\n \n\n“How can I survive this!? If I fail, I will die and what about you!? I need to be here for you!\" he started looking wild which brought to mind his madness that he got from hunger.\n\n \n\n“Master! Relax! Let me help you.\" I said in a soothing tone as I slid over behind his form and began to knead his furry shoulders, sometimes stopping to give his whitening muzzle a scratch.\n\n \n\n“With the firm leather armor for all of the fighters, and your good tactics and organization how could he lose?\" I whispered in his triangular ear, which twitched in response to my voice.\n\n \n\n“Mmhmm\" he groaned out in relaxation.\n\n \n\n“Now get some rest. Remember, the pride will be migrating soon and we will both need to be in good strength,\" I said lastly as I gave the old wolf a kiss right below his ear.\n\n \n\n“Goodnight master, I love you…\"\n\n \n\n \n\n \n\nI was surrounded by lionesses, in a tent full of them along with a handful of cubs rolling around playfully, full of youthful zeal. Just a wall of maneless feline faces baring down on me like I was the odd one out! I never felt so awkward before.\n\n \n\nWhy was I here, you might wonder? Well that was Aha'hor's idea while I was tending to him. As I did, I let slip how I was listless and lonely when I was not tending to himself and when Gernan, who was more and more absent with his new-found duties supervising and instructing the lions in new ideas and trying to compromise with the fierce lion's pride in their own traditions. A job in itself I must imagine.\n\n \n\nPoor, master! From one ruler to another!\n\n \n\n“Why don't you stay with my lionesses?\" he said. Now I should caution, this was not his harem but was rather his extended female family unit which was not only his mates, but sisters, daughters, his son's mates, and along with the cubs they are rearing.\n\n \n\nOne was even nursing! She was on her side, her entire furred midsection swollen with rows of blotchy black halos hanging erect! I could even slightly see her skin color under the cream white fur with how taught the skin was being pulled by each of the filled up teats that were being climbed upon by rowdy infant lions vying for the best milk giving nipple.\n\n \n\nI was so aghast at this sight that I stared in a daze. I was not expecting to witness a live lesson in the nursing of the Anthro race in that moment after entering their dwelling. Though she looked immobile in this state, I knew this was probably deceiving as with how many times have I been wrong already with breaking taboos of this new race!\n\n \n\nShe also stared at me like her fellow lionesses, her solid feline face resting on her coiled paw, not even paying heed to her cubs at the moment as they mewled and gave small chirp-like grunts atop her.\n\n \n\nI soon felt like I was being rude again as this massive feline's tasseled tail started violently whipping around her bare hips. Being from a canine world, I would have seen this as a joyful sign but this tail movement gave me the impression of growing annoyance, rather than giddy happiness and combined with the stoney expression on her stout face was telling me something was not right here and I snapped my head away swiftly to avoid a repeat of last time I made a grave err with these apex predators. I don't know if Aha'hor would have been able to save my skin another time!\n\n \n\nNot knowing where to look, I just focused on the ground, eying the different types of reeds and savanna grass that made up the floor's\u0026nbsp;covering, along with some woven mats that were mostly used by the lioness to lie atop.\n\n \n\nFinding this as entertaining as it sounds, I looked up and around, making sure not to stare for too long at each of the feminine feline faces that encompassed my small, seated form and making absolutely sure not to do a dead eye stare at any of them, having fully learned that there is thin line between giving respectful and normal eye contact and that of a stare for challenging another's power and status.\n\n \n\n“Heh…heh…ummmm,\" I coughed out as I bit my lip, all tied up nervously as my mind was working full time trying to think of a greeting.\n\n \n\n“Uh…G-greetings….um, everyone…I am Pesh'ef…the human...yeah...mmm...\" I said embarrassingly, trying to form Afikan speak as it felt like my mouth was full of pebbles and as I looked around at the she-lions.\n\n \n\nAnd what wonderful names these ladies possessed! Names which meant pleasant things like, “Blood-drinker\", “Breaker of Bones\", “Lady of Slaughter\" and “She Who Mauls!\" Yeah, these were not docile females in the slightest but fierce huntresses and warriors of equal skill as their male counterparts and boy did this make me feel like the weakest link in the chain here!\n\n \n\nThey were goddamn blood soaked battle lances while I was just a pretty looking fang pick next to them!\n\n \n\n“_Why did I fucking open my mouth and say I was lonely and bored a lot with Aha'hor!? I am such a dimwit! Now I am in this mess now!\"_ I recall clearly cursing to myself in my mind as I kicked myself for being here and being awkward and stupid around these lionesses who could skin me alive with a single claw if they so wanted to!\n\n \n\nI was so taken with such thoughts and worry that I was not even paying attention to anything coming near me until I felt sharp, needle-like pricks against my arm that shot pain up my arm, jolting my brain into being alive again.\n\n \n\n“You're a funny looking lion!\" a small childish voice full of intrigued playfulness burst forth from my side where my arm was being assaulted with razor sharp pain. “Where is your fur!? And your tail too!?\"\n\n \n\n“You also smell funny!\" he said, followed by a feeling of gritty sand wash over my arm as well.\n\n \n\n“And taste funny too! You taste salty!\" looking down to the side I saw a little lion youngster all creamy and fuzzy with big rounded ears and whiskers on its short, little maw.\n\n \n\nNormally such a sight would melt my heart into sheer joy, since he was an adorably cute thing, but I remembered I was surrounded by mothers, and likely his mother as well and I was overcome with rising terror of him. If I were to do anything wrong, I would be saying goodbye to my life as it is in this plane of existence!\n\n \n\n“Mommy, Nefer'ah! Look at this strange creature! Is it a lion!? Is it a pet!? Can we keep it!?\" he said excitedly as another small lion came bobbing forth, his sister, and latched on to my other free arm, this time giving it a painful play bite with her new fangs.\n\n \n\n“Den! Nefer'ah! You are hurting the human!\" an older, feminine voice spoke up, finally causing the pain to subside as they listened to her orders and let up on me.\n\n \n\n“A human!? Mommy, it's a human! Like the same ones from the stories about Noble and his tricky canine soldiers after the big battles?!\" he said surprised and even more giddy while he brought up another race's view of the great crusade and its aftermath!\n\n \n\n“_Wow! Looks like its true about every race having a biased view of their forebearers in those ancient, post-human years!\"_ I thought nonchalantly and reminded again of the wide discrepancies even between even foxes and wolves on the subject.\n\n \n\n“I knew they had no fur mommy, but I didn't know they had such flat faces! They look so funny!\" a girlish voice piped in afterwards as the owner of the motherly voice emerged from the dimly lit shadows of the tent dwelling.\n\n \n\nI have often heard from my childhood that it's hard to tell the difference between different individuals of the anthro race with some know-nothings back home saying, 'Oh, they all look the same!' like the pea-brained idiots they are and also having not even seen one to begin with. I could really tell and remember definitely who this lioness was.\n\n \n\nIt was the same lioness that flipped out and who I bit! Not only were her cubs on me but they were Aha'hor's grandcubs! This all felt like a cruel joke played on me by fate!\n\n \n\n“_Oh, curse me!\"_ I screamed at myself, expecting her to go insane on me again, knowing what I did to her before and that her own offspring were climbing on me with the lion boy now teetering on my shoulder and pulling on my hair for balance.\n\n \n\n“_He could fall of me by sheer accident and that would be enough for her to rip me apart!\"_ I mused in abject fear as their mother stood and made her way over to me as her slender tail swayed behind her. I just looked down in a vain, stupid hope that maybe she might think that I am a different human!\n\n \n\nHer name was Nith'hatep, meaning, “The Lady of Terror is Pleased\". That name sure fit her very well I do say! She did inspire a lot of terror in me that time I bit her, that's for sure!\n\n \n\nI stayed that way until I saw the top of her paws come into my vision and then looked up and matched her dark seductive eyes with mine, of course in a respectful way.\n\n \n\n“Cubs, go out and play, try and practice hunting some beetles. Pesh'ef is still getting used to our ways of life and needs time,\" she said, breaking the lock on me as she looked lovingly at each of her offspring who huffed in excited agreement at her suggestion and bolted out of the communal tent. They began excitedly telling one another who would catch more than the other, leaving me alone with their mother garbed in thin, white dress with pleated sleeves just barely going over her bulky, but feminine, shoulders of acacia-hued fur.\n\n \n\nI looked up into her eyes, hanging above me, expecting them turn to rage and vengeance for my actions that I committed against her ego once her own children had left. Instead, I saw a majestic lioness whose eyes bared a sense of\u0026nbsp;curiosity, as if she wanted to know something.\n\n \n\nWhat transpired next is strange and hazy to me, like a spell was cast over me by this queenly lion, who was female but was also masculine in a way, with the lack of breasts that human women have. In a way it felt like that of another male anthro to me.\n\n \n\nShe led me along with her after helping me up to my feet, cautiously stepping over the legs and arms of the other reclining lions as I went towards the back of the tented structure and out the back.\n\n \n\nLeaving the communal family tent, I was led to what was clearly her own personal side tent, it being the most stable looking one with a low wall of mud brick adding a layer of structural care to the dwelling.\n\n \n\nWithin, strewn around, were a few primitive toys, one was flat human doll with long hair made of strands of reeds and a telling collar around her neck, reminding me yet again what humans were in this age. Though these cub's toys were not the focus of all of this, but it was rather her bedding area that was drawing my gaze with my view of it being half obstructed by the slender form of the lioness, who now cast her predatory eyes up and down my, to her, foreign form.\n\n \n\nIn a flash of movement, my body quickly felt bare as gentle warm air touched my skin and looking down, I found myself at a loss as my clothing was now gone, all she did was pull the rope tying my makeshift garb to my body, just a simple fabric wrapped around my bare shoulders.\n\n \n\nMy face exploded with heat and embarrassment, taken completely by surprise by her actions as she drew closer again and touched my chest with her opened paw.\n\n \n\n“It's true! Your kind does lack barbs!\" the lioness whispered in surprise, shocking me even further!\n\n \n\nIt was like a dream, everything went fast and soon she was unclothed! She grabbed my hand and brought it to her own chest and glided\u0026nbsp;it down as my fingers rolled over rows of nipples atop barely discernible mounds that were her motherly organs.\n\n \n\n“I want to feel it! I command you!\" she spoke firmly as her maneless feline face became my world, her eyes full of dominance as she did so. She reached around my neck and clutched painfully at my nape as she huffed in anticipation.\n\n \n\nSoon a sensation made itself known upon my own member, it was her other paw, which coiled around my stiffening phallus. Whether it was out of true desire or out of fear of what would happen if I did not give this lioness what she demanded, I became aroused and she lifted me with her arms, basically carrying me to her sleeping mat on the floor.\n\n \n\nDespite the fact that I was going to be the penetrating role, I still felt incredibly submissive and the lesser partner, as she basically tossed me on floor. She stood there for a small moment, giving her a chance to look me over before she mounted me in an almost pounce-like motion.\n\n \n\nShe gave a low, but pleasurable snarl the moment she was an atop me and she continued to occasionally pinch at my nape as she forced my erect member into her opening.\n\n \n\nHer primal insides clutched tightly around my quivering member as she drove her pelvis in thrusting motions, driving me deeper and deeper insider her as her internal muscles worked to her benefit.\n\n \n\nIt felt so strange! It was bizarre! It was warm and damp! I can't even begin to describe the feeling it was like for me at that moment because everything just combined to create an environment of sheer confusion! I did not know what to do and I just laid there, scared and worried at what was happening.\n\n \n\nThough I needed not to worry as this dominate feline woman did all the work! She thrust atop me while I just laid there. I did not feel in charge nor should I have been! I was hers, like how a lion might make her his!\n\n \n\nEverything became hotter and hotter as time when on! My mind was rushing through all sorts of feelings! Pleasure, arousal, fear, and excitement as I felt like my nether regions were about to blow up in a moment.\n\n \n\n“Oh, oh! I-i-it's so smooth! I-I-I have n-never felt this before!\" she growled out in between huffs of exertion as she lowered her drooling maw down atop my shoulder, biting it gently as she must have still had enough sense to not leave me with any marks to give me away.\n\n \n\nThen I erupted, just like Aha'hor did with me, and I felt something happen within the lioness as well, but I was too out of it to even think of anything else, other than how my head felt strange, akin to a feeling of a headache almost but with no pain, just throbbing.\n\n \n\nHow did I get from being where I was to this? That's all I could think of at the time as the she-lion basked in her afterglow of her conquest of me. Licking my lightly marked shoulder with her gritty tongue and rubbing her hard paw pads across my skin, all the while giving a satisfied puffing sound from her panting maw, giving me a clear view of her rows of sharp teeth and fangs which glistened with saliva.\n\n \n\nWhat happened next was a bit strange, she got off me, and I managed to get up as well, embarrassed and flustered still as well as confused as never before; she quickly dressed herself as I struggled to even pick up my own things and let alone put them on.\n\n \n\nA present soon emerged over my shoulder as I did all of this, I felt her whiskers brush against the back and soon side of my neck as I felt a wet nose press itself against it as well.\n\n \n\n“No wonder my father-in law wanted you! You are quite the morsel! How unfair for my father to keep you to himself…\" she whispered with soft, but firm sounding words.\n\n \n\n“We must do this again….\" she said finally as I nodded my head and got out of there as quick as I could muster, with all sense of reason flying out of my head as well!\n\n \n\nRunning to Aha'hor, I forget the senses of the Chimera race like I did not even know it to begin with! Just rushing past the threshold and into the room where I soon found larger than life, Aha'hor, sitting atop his rock and cradling his stone mace, examining the carving work as his tail dangled off the side of the shale.\n\n \n\n“Oh Pesh'ef, did yo-\" first a look of happy surprise was on his face, which changed on the flip of a coin as his large, delta-shaped nose started to twitch furiously as my mistake hit me running into a wall!\n\n \n\n“_Oh Geran! I am so so sorry!\"_ ran through my now-working mind. Cuckolding a lion! Not a good idea! And I was fully expecting the worst.\n\n \n\nBut instead I got laughter! Loud laughter! At first I thought I was just imagining it, thinking I was going crazy with the amount of fear of what my death would be like, but it was real and it was coming from the kingly lion himself! His maned head tilted back as roars of laughter bellowed out from his stout maw! Calming down a tad, he looked at me before once again cracking open with even more laughter and leaving me none the wiser!\n\n \n\nFinally he manged to get some words out of his feline mouth! But still laughing all together in between as he pounded the shale with his fist, some of which even broke off under his strength.\n\n \n\n“You! You! My, My daughter-in-law!\" more laughter and mane-tossing which soon finally ground to a sharp halt when he gulped down air inadvertently, cascading him into fit of coughing which played out for a while until he calmed down enough to speak again, though still giving out feline versions of chuckling.\n\n \n\n“Oh, Nith'hatep! What an amazing lioness you are! Taking my human to bed, what nerve you have!\" he looked at me up and down, just like Nith'hatep had done and seemed to beam with pride and admiration.\n\n \n\n“WHAT'S GOING ON!?!?\" I snapped, my nerves were at their wits and I wasn't sure whether what he was saying was good or bad!\n\n \n\n“I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I did not mean to, she forced herself on me! I was scared!\" I pleaded out as I fell on my knees, still scared for my life but not knowing what would happen next.\n\n \n\nHe sensed the fear in me and looked worried at me, as he stood up and walked towards me until he stood right before my kneeling form.\n\n \n\n“Child, I am not angered with you. In fact, I am greatly amused by this!\" he gently lifted my face upwards as he bid me to stand, which I did with great effort, having been left devoid of any bodily strengths as he continued on in a cheerful way.\n\n \n\n“I am pleased to see I picked a good mate for my son! Nith'hatep will make for a talented Pride Mother and this proves it!\"\n\n \n\n“I bet she could even lead the pride herself and keep the males in check on her own!\" he finished before changing the subject all together, taking me by the shoulder with that great paw of his, enveloping it like it was nothing.\n\n \n\n“Come, Pesh'ef, lets get the scent of my daughter in law off you…\"\n\n \n\n \n\n \n\nAs I looked out of the opening of my tent, I gazed at a ceremony being performed in our camp, which had moved across the barrier desert in the past weeks.\n\n \n\nThe crisp, warm night sky burst brightly with firmament of stars, with a milky band holding them aloft among the dunes of sand below in our mortal plane.\n\n \n\nTorches illuminated the center of camp as I heard the wolfish snores of Gernan behind me in our dwelling.\n\n \n\nI focused on the large group of lions, whose distant maned feline faces flickered in the flame's light. Aha'hor, his two adult cubs and Nith'hatep were present, with other lions standing in front of a large mound\u0026nbsp;of weapons all neatly piled into groups within the circle of beacons: stone maces, copper axes, and bows and arrows.\n\n \n\nThereupon, a lion shaman approached, attended by female acolytes who bore earthenware jugs. This lion then spoke, “May the blood of the prey make these weapons strong and firm in battle!\"\n\n \n\nWith that the contents of the jugs were poured over the piles of weapons as other lions chanted out strange phrases whose meanings I could not understand, as they were words I have never heard used before in the pride.\n\n \n\nA battle will be tomorrow, it was clear. We all knew it would happen sooner or later, but the hour was now approaching. I turned my head back to the form of my sleeping master, relieved he was asleep, even though I had to help with that by slipping him a dose of crushed chamomile, followed with some primitive beer made by the lions.\n\n \n\nHe was finally resting now, which made me happy. I did not want him to be up all night worried about the battle.\n\n \n\nThe battle…I could not believe I would witness battle, battle against a river pride, to defeat them and absorb their members.\n\n \n\n“Oh Canis, oh Felide, oh Ursin. Let us win, let us be victorious in this battle and give my master success in this grave time of need.\"\n\n \n\nAs I tried to get to sleep, I thought of Ulric.\n\n \n\n“_The little wolf must not be very little anymore\"_ I thought, tucking myself in next to my sleeping master.\n\n \n\n“_He must be thirteen now, at most!\"_ I figured, while imagining him what he looked like now, either way he would be taller now and I also wondered if he was even Alpha already.\n\n \n\n“Little wolf, I hope you are okay.\"","series":{"name":"A Biography of a Human","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1454589-a-biography-of-a-human-innocence-lost.json","next":"https://sofurry.com/s/RnoEEQDe"}}