Eternity
The wind whipped by the lioness as she dashed down the street, her fingers practically twitching at her sides. It couldn't be helped, the haste at which she ran born of the inner emotions swelling within her. With a quick last minute sprint, she reached the front door of her currently-empty home. Fishing her keys out of her purse with a frantic trembling paw, she jabbed them into the lock and twisted, flinging the door open and shut as she leapt inside. A light toss of her wrist and her purse was flung onto a nearby table, forgotten as she sped straight into her room and locked the door with a hefty sigh of relief. The young feline had come into heat partway through the school-day and was quite unable to attend to her proper 'needs' that the former had caused in her developing body. Though, the term 'developing' is subjective, since at a modest sixteen years of age, the lioness was already a powerful 6'7" and towered over her classmates. By no means did this mean she was a body-builder, her frame retaining a nice lean musculature that amplified her generous supple curves, showing any other fur that she was indeed a female.
Presently, the feline was far too busy stripping out of her clothes to think about any of that, her deft fingers plucking the buttons of her blouse free, lithe arms raised and tossing the garment aside with a hurried flick. Her paws immediately shifted to her waist, nimble digits hooking into the waistband of her skirt and giving it a swift tug downward, sliding off her legs in a fluid pull and adding that to her crumpled blouse. Biting her lower lip, the lioness's eyes fell to the damp spot quite evident against the center of the red satin panties she wore, a low yowl slipping from her throat as she hastily tore them from her body and left herself nude in the cool air save for a pair of tight stockings still clinging to her legs. Her paws slid down to caress her hot bare sex, her labia obviously swollen with arousal, the lightest touch of her fingertips sending a shiver through her spine.
Settling herself on the edge of her bed, her fingers began to ply themselves to that warm slickened pussy, her middle digit slipping along the centerline of her cunnylips, eliciting a soft groan from the female as she finally felt the pressure she had been aching for the better half of a day. Without a second thought she let that finger sink into her sex, her hips giving a little involuntary buck against her palm as she felt it press into her quivering folds, the flat part of her palm grinding against her hard sensitive little bud of a clit. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the nearby mirror, a lovely flash of her golden fur. Biting her lip once more, the lioness turned fully towards the mirror, setting herself up with a nice full-frontal view of herself pumping her paw against her glistening pussy. "Is...that what i really look like?" she thought with a purr.
She had always thought she looked decent (most males and even some females agreeing whole heartedly and more so), but the part of herself she was proud of most were her nice ample breasts, large even for a woman of her height and heritage. With a lewd little fascination, her eyes wandered over the reflection of those taut D-cups, her free paw drifting upward to cup one and massage it experimentally. A soft groan escaped her lips as she felt her own paw gripping and squeezing that malleable flesh. Hers was the body of both a woman and a predator, beautiful but deadly. A sultry growl echoed from her throat as she sank a second finger into her wet slit, her voice immediately striking upward in pitch and changing into a light lil yip.
It wasn't hard to imagine herself a little (little being a subjective word) slut at the mercy of a large muscular equine or fellow lion. Her mind began to wander as she pumped those sultry digits into her sex with lewd little smacks as her palm pistoned against her pussylips time after time again. Low husky moans began to emanate from her part lips as the pleasure began to swell inside of her loins. Giving in to her instinctual feline needs, the lioness nimbly flipped over onto her stomach, her knees tucking up underneath her lower-body and lifting her bottom-half off of the bed whilst leaving her chest firmly planted on the ruffled sheets. Most would see this as the "feline-in-heat" type of pose that most house-cats are guilty of, but the larger predator didn't care, in felt wonderful to her and that's all the currently mattered to her lust-addled brain. Thrashing her head to one side in the midst of a rather loud yowl, she clamped her teeth down onto her bed-sheets and took a mouthful of the fabric in an attempt to muffle her obvious moans. It didn't help in the slightest. Her pleasure-filled howls causing the bed to quiver as she rocked atop of it, body bouncing back against those fingers as they slammed into her repeatedly, driven by the deep sensual needs welling up within her.
Oh, how she needed to be truly fucked! A male, female, herm, anything would do! Within her mind, an image of a powerful well-built stallion formed, his thick member pulsing as he shambled up behind her. Sauntering up to her shaking form with a soft whinny, the imaginary stallion took ahold of her trembling thighs and placed the tip of that hot hung shaft against her aching cunt, thrusting forward with a hefty buck and rapidly pounding away at that tight slit. The lioness groaned, her fingers happy to take on the role of the faux-equine's cock, ravaging her pussy to the point where thick droplets of her sweet nectar trickled down her stocking-clad thighs and pooled onto the quickly deteriorating bed-sheets. Her claws flicked in and out, raking the fabric and tearing it into strips, her teeth gnashing and ripping it to pieces between each heated groan.
"Nyah...Gods...!" she moaned aloud, unable to hold back as she ruthlessly worked herself over, her hips rocking and grinding back against that pumping palm as the ecstacy grew within her, her entire body seeming to shudder. She was close, SO close! Her paw became a blur, a device fueled completely by her carnal desires as she threw herself to the brink of orgasm and plunged over, an ear-splitting yowl echoing through the room as her climax washed over her like a swirling torrent, her sweet honey gushing out over her thighs and soaking into the material of the bed-sheets, her teeth and claws clamped tightly around the shredded remains of that fabric.
Moments passed as the lioness held this position, her chest slowly heaving with exertion. With a careful churr, the last bits of the absolutely overwhelming pleasure passed, leaving the female drained as she slowly slumped against the ruined sheets of her bed. *Mmmph..." she purred quietly, cautiously removing her still embedded fingers from her drenched slit and pushing herself up into something resembling a sitting position. Her brain still half-engulfed in pleasure, she wondered absently how she should clean herself of the resulting mess. Giving a half-hearted shrug in turn, she brought her dripping fingers to her lips and flicked out her tongue, lapping them clean. Panting for a bit, she managed to shake her head clean of the final cobwebs seeming to hamper her thinking, furrowing her brow and taking a wincing glance downward, finally realizing the damage she must have caused.
"Fuck." she cursed herself silently, noting the word with a bit of irony. Her sheets were an absolute write-off. The shredded remains of the once soft and silky fabric were utterly soaked with her scent, unsuitable for any use whatsoever, except for telling anyone in a five-mile range what the lioness had been doing. "That..." she thought as she tore her sheets from her bed, "...isn't going to happen." she churred, tracing the location of her discarded clothes and beginning to slip them back on. Immediately she winced as she tugged those tight red panties back up her glistening thighs, her juices soaking into the thin material and causing in to turn a dark crimson, the thin fabric clinging to her still sensitive sex and grinding against her slick folds. That wanting ache began to return to her loins, the friction of the panties causing her to get 'riled up' once more. Gritting her teeth, she hurriedly slid on her skirt and blouse, adjusting her clothes to retain some bit of composure before gathering the pile of shredded sheets in her arms and heading towards the laundry room.
The moral lesson here, she thought?: "I need to learn to masturbate on the floor."