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Lion King: Overboard with Opportunists

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by JadeStyx

Author’s Note: Some characters © copyright Disney, and are used without permission. The author makes no profit from this work. This work takes place just prior to and concurrently with “The Caver Girl.”

“Keep it steady,” Saxon murmured to the girl behind him as he leaned low in the canoe they shared, arms finally starting to feel the strain of fatigue as he kept paddling, forcing himself to concentrate on the task before him.

“I’ve got it as steady as it’s gonna get,” growled Brigid, her neck and jaw as tight as the muscles in her arms as she, also, fought the water, putting all her focus on steering the little craft as the water around them started to turn choppy, foaming with white.

To see them in other settings, a casual observer might have thought that Brigid and Saxon were a couple. However, while it was true that they’d slept with each other a time or two, their relationship wasn’t really like that. Instead, they were drawn to the same sorts of activities, and just somehow seemed to always end up partnered together. They trusted each other to be competent at whatever task they undertook, and knew they could rely on each other, but when that was the same way it was in bed as well as in the field, any romance they might have shared quickly became routine. Predictable. Boring.

Boring, of course, was exactly the opposite of what the fire-haired young woman and dark-haired young man wanted. They were adventurers, extreme sport enthusiasts, the sort who lived and thrived on adrenaline. Whether it was snowboarding in the Alps, or cliff diving in South America, or swimming with Great Whites off the coast of Australia, if there was excitement to be had, Brigid and Saxon would be there, living it up, and keeping each other alive at the same time they drove each other to go just that little bit further, try that little bit harder. The hits on their social media channels, and the money from sponsors that came in with clockwork regularity, bespoke just how successful they were as a team, pushing themselves to the ultimate limits of human endurance.

Right now, though, Saxon was finally starting to think that perhaps, for the first time ever, they might have pushed just a little too far.

Canoeing on the White Nile had sounded at first like the perfect event. Rafting events all over Africa had been semiregular draws for thrillseeking tourists up until the animal people had taken over most of the interior. Now, as the governments of the many countries through which the great river ran stabilized and opened their borders once more to outsiders, the time seemed perfect for Saxon and Brigid to be the first of the new wave to go down the White Nile, from Khartoum in Sudan, where the White and Blue Niles split off from each other, through South Sudan, skirting Lake Albert in Uganda, and then ending their journey in Lake Victoria, before rowing their way into Kenya, there to celebrate an incredible, miles- and months-long canoe trip, something that would take up their online posts for years to come, and was sure to draw money both to themselves, and to the various countries through which they would pass. With that kind of incentive, there was no way anyone in their right mind would stop the pair of adventuring Internet stars.

Except, right from the start, things had gone quite differently than either of the young adventurers had expected. Since the collapse of the human population, and the takeover by the animal people, there really weren’t any separate governments in Africa anymore. Instead, there was the part of the interior dominated by the Lion King and his many allies, a massive stretch of land that went from just south of what had once been Egypt all the way to the former South Africa, and from old Guinea to fallen Somalia. Then there was the part of the country dominated by the many bands of outlaws, guerillas (pun, in many cases, quite intended), and tribes of savage animal people who had chosen to retain their independence. These areas were scattered and disorganized, but they were plentiful, for Africa was a massive continent – and larger in person! – with plenty of room for everyone, whatever their political or religious persuasions…or lack thereof.

In such an environment, the tourism industry, quite understandably, was almost nonexistent. Outside of a few astonishingly profitable safaris around old Kenya and South Africa, and tourist trips to those parts of Egypt that were still owned by humans, outsiders hardly ever saw the real Africa. On the one hand, this meant that Saxon and Brigid had a wide open field in which to play. On the other hand, it meant that, if anything went wrong, they weren’t likely to be getting any help. Not even GPS worked in most of Africa’s interior, and cell phones were a vague dream that saw fruition only in the largest settlements. Officials at all levels actively got in the duo’s way at every turn, but not out of a sense of malice – quite the opposite, actually, for each and every one of these agents of the established governments of the land simply wanted to keep Brigid and Saxon safe, and with the interior in its present state, that simply wasn’t something they could guarantee.

Undaunted, Brigid was the one who kept pushing against the political roadblocks, and she was eventually the one who made the final deals that got them legally into the Dark Continent (a term that had come back into common use after the great collapse of civilization as it had been known, and a near-total media blackout covered the entire continent). This was because, in the end, she’d had less of a problem talking to, and even flirting with, a customs official that was, for all practical intents and purposes, a human-sized, talking rattel. Flirting…and perhaps something more. Saxon didn’t ask questions about what she did with that honey badger girl in one of the back rooms of the embassy, and frankly didn’t think it was any of his business, so long as Brigid could get results.

“Stubborn redhead,” Saxon chuckled to himself.

“What was that?” Brigid yelled over the roar of the white water churning around them, resisting the impulse the give her hair a toss, which might have jostled the camera strapped to her helmet.

“Nothing important,” Saxon yelled back, giving his own helmet-cam a slight adjustment before he put his full attention back to rowing, keeping the little craft riding in that “sweet spot,” the point of constant motion where they were a part of the water, living in the moment. The feeling was sort of Zen, actually, a place removed from all mortal concerns. All that mattered to Saxon when he was in this state was the next stroke of his paddle, the next slight tilt of his body, the next little stretch of sloshing white-watered river…

“Wave!”

Brigid’s voice broke Saxon out of his momentary river reverie, and he risked a look over one broad shoulder.

“Oh no,” he moaned softly, shaking his head as he turned to face forward once again, a sense of fatalism settling somewhere around the pit of his stomach. All the reports they’d read said that none of the local governments would be opening the sluices of their dams for at least a few more weeks. Obviously something had changed in the political climate, and since cell phones didn’t work in the deep interior, neither Saxon nor Brigid had been informed of the change.

Behind him, Saxon could hear the water rushing onward, the sound blotting out all others. To either side of the river, animals fled for safety, not even birds daring to get too close to the deadly flood. For Brigid and Saxon, though, there was simply no time to reach shore. The best they could do was to keep on paddling, riding the wave like they were surfing. Live in the moment, flow with the current, and hope that would be enough.

It wasn’t.

If the intrepid pair had been any less experienced, or in anything put peak physical condition, the overwhelming wall of water would probably have bowled them over in the river, then ground them to a fine, gooey paste against the rocks on the bottom, or against the shore. Fortunately for Brigid and Saxon, they were in peak condition, at the very top of their game and when the wave hit, rather than letting themselves be run under, they rode it, paddling with desperate frenzy until they were at the top of the heap.

Of course, even all the training and exercise in the world just isn’t enough some of the time. This was one of those times, when the raw fury of an awakened river sought to engulf anything and everything in its way. Pulling off the impossible and riding the wave in all its fury was in itself an awe-inspiring feat, something that put the pair of humans right into the annals of legend all by itself. Actually riding that wave until it wore out its fury? Already tired out from hours of paddling, having been about ready to call it a night when disaster struck, it was only a matter of time before even Saxon’s impressive strength and both their nearly superhuman endurance just gave out.

With a cry of frustration and pain as his arms were taxed beyond their limits, Saxon felt the craft flip out from beneath him. His last sight was of Brigid diving, sleek as a porpoise, at a angle into the onrushing waves; she always was the better swimmer. Then everything was blasted in blue, and rushed over with red, before fading to black.

*

Blinking several times, Saxon got onto all-fours and took stock of his situation. “Not good” was his immediate assessment, though at least matters weren’t at the “hopeless” stage yet. There were a couple unpleasant gashes on Saxon’s skin, one on his right upper thigh, and another on the side of his right tricep, right below his shoulder. An accompanying gash on the left side of his forehead helped Saxon to piece together that he’d probably hit some rocks during his tumble from the craft, injuring his right side before the force of impact swung him around, slamming his head against rocks a little further on, which was when he lost consciousness. Still, the damage to his body wasn’t that bad, and was already well on its way to scabbing up. His clothes…well, it was probably better not to think too much about those, as they were ripped up in numerous places, and bloodstained in others. Honestly, right about then, Saxon would probably have been better off naked…an idea that he considered seriously once it occurred to him, before concluding that it had some significant merit. After all, wet clothes weren’t much good in the African night, when the temperature dropped enough to be chilly (at least compared to the usual daytime temperature). All he had to do was hang them up to dry, and get a fire started, and come the morning, he’d have something to wear again, even if his khakis would be in less than ideal condition.

One bright spot: both Brigid and Saxon made a point of always carrying a few vital essentials in a waterproof fannypack, and neither of them ever took off that little emergency pack unless they were stripping naked for some reason. Of course, it was while Saxon was stripping naked that he took the time to assess the contents of his little pack: multitool; lighter; energy bars; flexible bags of water; water purification tablets; mosquito netting; various medicine tablets to stave off the various illness still inherent to life in the African wilds; tiny two-way radio. Enough to survive, at least for a while. He’d have really appreciated having the metal pot for boiling water, the rest of the cooking gear, or the far nicer supplies, but right then, buck naked and alone in the wilderness, Saxon decided that he wouldn’t go pushing his luck by demanding more from the Fates than they’d seen fit to give him already.

Minutes later, a fire crackling before him, a sturdy tree behind him, and half an energy bar inside him, Saxon began to fiddle with the radio. Towers to carry the signal were few and far between out in the bush, but that wasn’t his purpose. Tired out as he was, Saxon just couldn’t get comfortable until he knew that Brigid was safe. They’d made sure to tune their radios to each others’ frequencies before they’d started the journey, and always made sure to recheck in case of emergencies…emergencies just like this one. Brigid knew the drill just as well as Saxon did: once you could do it safely, get on the radio and contact your partner.

“This is Saxon,” the dark-haired man spoke clearly into the speaker for the fourth time in as many ten-minute intervals (his watch being another item that had survived, living up to its many claims of water resistance). “This is Saxon. Can you hear me, Brigid? Over.” Brigid had wanted to use codenames and other cool spy lingo, but Saxon…honestly, Saxon felt a certain mischievous satisfaction in keeping his communications as banal as possible.

“This is Brigid, you boring sack of potatoes,” crackled suddenly across the airwaves, and Saxon’s heart leaped as he turned up the volume to its maximum limits. “I’ve got the kayak and most of our gear. Talk about lucky! The river swept me down pretty far, though. I’m in this place…I don’t even recognize it from any of those old charts we checked out while planning the trip. It’s all dark here, kind of…I don’t know, ‘oppressive’ is the word that comes to mind. Like the place is filled with all these old ghosts. I’ve got a camp together, but I’m seriously considering exploring this place: you know how I am about caving. That, and I think there’s some ruins somewhere nearby; I saw something off in the distance while I was hanging on for dear life, and it’s driving me crazy to find out what they are. What about you? You come through all right? Over.”

“Some bruises, but nothing too major,” Saxon reported, grinning, still riding the joy of finding out his partner was all right. “I’ve got enough food for a few days. General supplies to last a lot longer than that. And a raging boner that just won’t quit. Over.”

“You and your outdoors fetish!” laughed Brigid. “Sorry I can’t help you with the hard-on. Right about now, I could use a bit of relief myself. I mean, seriously, after the day we’ve had, a good cum is just what we need to get a good night’s sleep. Over.”

“Day’s sleep,” Saxon corrected, glancing around at the forested area where he’d come aground. “Remember what those experts back at the embassy told us: if we’re on land, and we’re not together, build a fire at night and don’t sleep, or something might crawl out of the bush and gobble us up. Over.”

“If all you’ve got is your emergency kit,” Brigid countered, “you’ve had a rougher time than me. Look, maybe find a tree and build an ape nest, or something like that. I came up on the right bank of the river; how about you? Over.”

“Same here,” Saxon answered, curling his hands behind his head as he relaxed against the tree, reveling in that sense of satisfaction that comes from having survived a great calamity, and come out all right despite all odds against. “Guess we can just meet in the middle, then, you traveling up the river, me going down. Over.”

“That’s not all I’d like you to go down,” Brigid teased. “Mmm, yeah, but that’s for later. After all, I’m the one who packed the condoms. Over.”

“Always thinking ahead,” Saxon laughed. “All right. I’ll camp out for the night, see about that monkey nest idea while there’s still some light, and we’ll meet up in the A.M. Sound good? Over.”

“Sounds great. Have a good night, Saxon. Over.”

“You too, Brigid. Over and out.”

Switching the radio to passive mode to save on battery life, Saxon smiled up at the bright, star-studded sky. In the city, it was so easy to forget the stars, drowned out as they were by the electric stars humankind had made to separate themselves from the wilderness. Out here, though, they were brilliant, gorgeous beyond compare. Slightly rough wood behind him, the stars above him, soft grass beneath him, and a warm fire before him, Saxon admitted to himself: he felt good. Kind of a surprise, considering the ordeal he’d been through earlier that day. There was some soreness, it was true, but he’d come out of that whole mess pretty good, even with shredded clothes and slightly shredded skin. Brigid had been his last real worry, and now that he knew she was all right, and she similarly knew he was all right, a sense of general wellbeing settled over Saxon. Wellbeing, and something else. After all, he hadn’t been lying about being horny, and Brigid hadn’t been exaggerating about Saxon’s love of the outdoors.

Teasing a hand down his firm chest, then over his washboard belly, the black-haired young man let his eyes grow heavy-lidded as he stroked the top of a finger along the upper surface of his swiftly-hardening penis. All it took was a light fantasy, and he was rock hard in moments. Mmm, the thought of Brigid’s gorgeous, supple body naked and pressed tight against…against that honey badger girl at the customs office! Once the idea took hold, Saxon didn’t even try to dispel it, knowing nobody would be able to judge his private fantasies. Though not a willowy beauty like Brigid, or like some of the feline and antelope humanoids he’d seen around the airport and other places, the ratel had been muscular, toned, and delightfully shapely. Especially her butt: that had been solid and very nicely rounded, the sort of butt you could grab onto, sink in your fingers, and not worry about hurting your partner, no matter how rough you were. Despite the reputation the Internet had given honey badgers, the customs girl had actually had very sweet eyes and a kindly expression, and that was even before Brigid had seduced her (as Saxon was steadily more convinced she’d done).

In his mind’s eye, Saxon saw himself sharing the ratel with Brigid, taking turns eating her out, making her yowl like a jungle animal. Saxon loved cunnilingus, getting a deeply satisfying thrill from making his partners cum, making them gush their juices all over his chin and down his chest. He’d never met a whole lot of guys like him, and figured there must be something wrong with him, liking the taste of a girl’s juices, the noises she made while she was bucking and kicking and thrashing as though for dear life. But if there was something wrong with him, he didn’t want to be made right!

Another flash in his imagination, and Saxon was kneeling behind the badger babe, filling in the details with what he knew about ratels. She’d have a black-furred bottom, of that he was mostly sure, turning to a sort of ash grey on her back, from the top of her head all the way to her tail, sort of like a cowl and short cape. From his experiences with black human women, Saxon figured that meant her labia would be black as well, with a juicy pink center, sort of like a candy treat. Above that gushing cunny, and right below her tail, would be the tense button of her anus. Would it be pink? Making an executive decision, Saxon visualized it as pink, grunting softly as he thrust his rigid penis up into his tightly-clenched fist, imagining that it was the snug ring of the ratel girl’s plush hiney. Saxon had a love of anal sex that approached his love for giving oral, but found a lot fewer partners willing to give him what he wanted as often as he wanted it. In fantasy, though, there weren’t any limits, outside of what would break the suspension of disbelief, and Saxon squeezed his hand a little bit tighter as he pictured the sweet whimpers of his furry fantasy lover, while remembering the expression he’d seen on Brigid’s face the many times they’d shared a lover, with the other girl eating out the curly-haired redhead, while Saxon had his way with them from behind. Picturing watching Brigid while the ratel’s head bobbed, her sweet moans muffled by the human quim she was eating out, Saxon’s breathing grew ragged as he arched his hips into his hand.

Out in the darkness beyond the firelight, many eyes shone, fixed on the handsome human man masturbating in the midst of the wilderness. His thick, meaty length was delightfully sizable, and it glistened slickly in the flickering light, reflecting off the green-glowing tapetum lucidum locked hungrily on the delicious-looking human meat laid out before the owners of those luminous eyes. Those eyes widened still more as the human gasped, the sound hardly more than a sharp exhalation, his hips arching upward, back bending like a bow, cum jetting upward from his pulsing cock like the spray of a fountain, the drops of semen glittering in the light of his campfire.

Normally, Saxon wouldn’t be laid low by a single orgasm. Despite the stories of guys who fell asleep after blowing their load, Saxon actually found that he felt more energized after an orgasm, more alive and ready to take part in the life going on around him. These were hardly normal conditions, however, and though Saxon had felt quite good before, this was simply the result of running on the aftermath of adrenaline and endorphins. With the sudden release of tension that followed his orgasm, all the strength just went out of him, and Saxon suddenly found his eyes growing heavy as the day’s adventures came down on top of him, pressing down like a thick woolen comforter. Despite his former determination to stay up, or perhaps set up a bed in a tree nest, Saxon found himself fading from consciousness before he even realized what was happening. In moments, he was fast asleep, his bare chest and belly, gorgeous and bronze-looking in the firelight, rising and falling slow and steady as he breathed almost silently in the total relaxation of the guileless.

Heedless of the dangers of sleeping alone in the African wilderness, Saxon lay there for a good number of hours, the sleep exactly what he needed to heal his soul after the traumas of the day. More of a nap, actually, than a truly deep sleep, but it was enough to rejuvenate him so that he could face whatever might come next. At least, that’s what he would have thought to himself, had he woken up on his own, without any interruptions. But he was interrupted, as the half-dreams that had been forming behind his eyes started to crystallize into a pair of beautiful blue eyes…and a feeling of intense arousal, fully renewed, as his penis reached its full erection once more in the muzzle of this strange, furry dream girl…

Except she wasn’t a dream!

Coming fully awake with a start, Saxon gaped down at the white-golden-furred female who had his cock in her muzzle. A lioness! Despite his fantasies (still considered highly taboo by most of humanity, despite the rise in population and rights among “persons of fur”), Saxon had never actually gotten laid with a furry girl, let alone one of the queens of the savannah – everyone knew that the lions were the de facto rulers of the African interior, after all. While he’d seen cheetahs and leopards and even sand cats and similar small breeds on his travels, lions typically stayed in the mysterious veldt, ruling over their subjects in a system of governance that wasn’t well-known to the rest of the world. Waking up with his penis buried to the hilt in the eager muzzle of a lioness, his balls bumping up against her chin, was essentially the equivalent of dozing off in a roadside hostel, and waking up with a princess of the local royalty giving you head.

Giving you really good head!

Turning her head one way, then another, as he bobbed up and down on Saxon’s smooth pink organ, humming happily to herself as she fellated the handsome, healthy human, the lioness casually reached out with one strong hand as Saxon started to rise up, and rested her palm on his chest, fingers extended. Arching an eyebrow, she ever-so-lightly extended her claws, pricking Saxon’s smooth-waxed chest just enough to get her point across. No dummy, Saxon settled back to where he’d been before, his eyes wide as he watched, awestruck, while the drop-dead gorgeous woman took his rigid shaft balls-deep once again, deep-throating him as though this were a common occurrence, her strong hands caressing his inner thighs as she looked up at him with sultry, heavy-lidded blue eyes that sparkled in the firelight.

Under such circumstances, as new and exotic as they were erotic, and with that rubbery-barbed tongue of hers tickling against the underside of his cockhead in just the right ways, Saxon knew he wasn’t going to last long. He also could tell that his predatory paramour didn’t want him to last too long; she was greedy for a taste of fresh-squeezed human cum, and as one hand gently cradled his sac, he knew he’d be giving her a quite sizable load indeed. He just hoped it would be enough! Desperate for a distraction, so as not to pop his cork too fast, Saxon let his eyes play over the lioness, taking in her strange new features, seeing how she was at once different and the same as the humans he’d bedded. Her back was supple and well-muscled, and he could see a clearly-defined pair of dimples to either side of her slowly lashing tufted tail. Naturally her rump was just as muscular as the rest of her, toned and tight, rounded into a heart-shaped double mound that practically begged to be grabbed and squeezed. Though muscled, the lioness’ body wasn’t large, not like the ratel babe back at the customs office. No, hers was light, agile, the sort of build you’d expect from a track star, someone who made their living by running and jumping a lot. Hmm…more like that of a sprinter, Saxon finally decided, forcing himself to stay as clinical as possible in his assessment. Lots of firm, tight muscle, stripped down to the bare minimum for seriously explosive power, the kind that would tear down to the finish line in seconds.

On such a light, trim, athletic body, of course it was easy for Saxon to spot her full, rounded, and very pregnant belly. Sheesh, her tummy alone almost doubled her size! The lion that had knocked her up must’ve been absolutely huge…

Once more the lioness interrupted Saxon’s thoughts, this time to crawl forward on her knees, moving up his body so that his upright shaft slid smoothly between her milk-swollen breasts. As far along in her pregnancy as she was, the lioness’ broad, dark pink nipples leaked a little milk as she squeezed his erection between those pillowy mammaries, then wrapped her lips around the tip of his glans before she started bobbing her head once more, her eyes sparkling with her eagerness to taste his cum.

Briefly, Saxon considered that the lioness’ milk bags were probably normally smaller, to go with the rest of her trim, athletic build, but they’d swollen with her advanced state of pregnancy, all the better to produce lots of milk for her baby-to-come…and all the better to provide a snug, smooth channel for his penis as she arched her whole body against him, her suckling more serious now, more determined. She was greedy for his semen, that much was obvious, and try as he might, Saxon wasn’t going to get out of giving her exactly what she wanted!

“I’m…I’m gonna cum!” Saxon hissed warningly, hands seizing tight hold of the tree trunk behind him. Instantly, the lioness’ blue eyes widened in kittenish delight, and she started bobbing her head even more vigorously than before, squeezing her breasts together until they started to squirt a little…right before Saxon started to squirt a lot!

Still eager, Nala pulled back for a moment, enough to flicker the raspy tip of her tongue against that sensitive spot right where his circumcised cockhead met his shaft, her tough like a jolt of electricity through his body, letting the first gush of his seed splash directly onto her tongue, before she engulfed his penis fully into her muzzle. Just the sight of the light-furred lioness’ throat pulsing as she swallowed gulp after gulp of his thick, creamy cum was enough to prolong Saxon’s orgasm more than he’d thought was possible. She pressed her lips right up against his groin, her eyes closed, a look of blissful ecstasy on her face as she simply enjoyed the taste of human semen gushing across her tastebuds and splashing against the back of her throat. Then, finally, she lifted her head, and licked her lips, opening her mouth wide so he could see just how much cum she’d accumulated on her tongue, before she leaned in…and kissed Saxon full on his.

The kiss was…strange. Not unpleasant at all, but definitely something new and unexpected. Saxon wasn’t quite sure how a feline muzzle could be so…flexible, nor how it could manage to kiss every bit as well as any pair of human lips he’d savored in the past. So caught up in analyzing this new experience was Saxon, in fact, that he only barely registered the aftertaste of his own cum on the lioness’ tongue, even if there an awful lot of it, and she was all too happy to share.

“My name’s Nala,” said the lioness as she came up for air at long last. “And you’re gorgeous!”

“Saxon,” replied the dark-haired human with a smile. “And I was just about to say the same thing.”

“Mmm,” moaned the lioness as she placed her hands on Saxon’s shoulders, arching her body against his, her breasts rubbing on her chest, before settling herself down slightly, so her sweetly-drenched sex rubbed against his barely-softened shaft. “So, Saxon,” she teased with a coy tilt of her head. “Do you think you can please a needy lioness? The hormones I’ve got rushing through my veins right now make it almost impossible to concentrate on my business, and my mate is away, keeping the hyenas on their side of the border.” She leaned in close, lightly brushing the side of his face with her whiskers and soft-furred cheek. “I need some relief so badly, and who should I find but a handsome, naked human, asleep and alone and vulnerable in the wilderness. How could I not take advantage?” As the rocking motion of her hips stroked her against Saxon, his penis soon stiffened once more, and he grimaced as his whole body tensed, knowing that soon it would be called upon to perform that most essentially male function in the very near future, even as Nala lifted herself up, using her hands on his shoulders as leverage. “To the fullest.”

Instinctively, Saxon’s hands went to Nala’s waist, his eyes roving up and down her exquisite body, gravid belly and all. The full dome of her belly rubbed against his firm, flat tummy as she continued to arch her hips, her strong thighs and rump working well to hold her up despite her state, while she clasped Saxon’s prick between her pussy lips, stroking the underside of his shaft as it lay against his belly, rigid as stone once again. How could he not be turned-on almost out of his mind, with a warrior mother goddess like this demanding his love?

Tilting herself slightly forward on one of her backward slides over the top of Saxon’s cock, Nala caught the tip, then lifted herself, guiding his penis to an upright position, poised right at the gates of her cunny. But instead of simply sinking herself right down, as Saxon had expected her to do, Nala took one of her hands from his shoulders, and reached down to grip the base of his member, holding it stead while she continued to position his cockhead…just a little bit further back.

“Nala,” Saxon said warningly, his eyes widening as his heart started pounding faster. “You’re aiming me at…”

“I know,” purred the sultry lioness, drawing in her breath in a hiss through her bared sharp teeth as she pressed herself down onto the thick human prick beneath her, looking almost as though she were trying to sit on him. “Believe me, I know. The moment I saw you beating off in the bush, I knew I just had to try you in my tailhole, Saxon. I adore anal sex. I’m wild about it! I’ve been called an anal fiend, and it’s all so very, very true. Especially now, when I’m so close to dropping.” She looked down at Saxon with a sharp-toothed grin, just as his cockhead punched past her tense anal ring with one especially forceful downward push. “And speaking of dropping…”

No sooner said than done, and Nala snarled in pain and pleasure combined as she thrust herself down onto Saxon’s raging erection, her claws gouging the bark of the tree behind his back as she took him right to the roots.

“Oooh yeah!” exclaimed the lioness, moving both her hands back to Saxon’s shoulders once more, all the better to support herself as she started to ride him, her toned rump taut, her full breasts bouncing as she lost herself in the euphoria of endorphins now rushing through her system. “I needed this so much!”

Keeping his belly and butt tight, to better resist blowing his load too soon (though the grade-A blowjob he’d just gotten certainly helped to slow his next eruption quite a bit), Saxon let his hands start to roam, smiling as his touch was met by loud, rumbling purrs from the gorgeous lioness. Heh, so she was a kitty after all! Hmm, or maybe a pussycat…woah! The moment Saxon’s fingers found Nala’s nipples, squeezing them, she yowled like a wild animal, and started to grind her hips, gyrating them as she tensed her flawless buns all the more, doing things to Saxon that he didn’t even know were possible.

No longer willing to play the passive prey, Saxon snarled in answer to Nala’s own, and straightened up, seizing her breasts in his strong hands, mauling them with almost savage intensity. He’d been about to go easy on her, but when he realized that the rougher he got, the more wildly she squirmed on his penis, he decided to just let her have it! Palpating each full mound of mammary, Saxonlet his eyes shift between Nala’s face and her breasts, fascinated by the expressions of her face as he worked her over, while at the same time equally mesmerized by her heavily-leaking nipples as they grew ever more swollen under his hard squeezing. Then, unable to take it anymore, Saxon finally tilted Nala’s breasts slightly upward, and engulfed first one and then the other in his mouth, one at a time, greedily – hungrily – slurping and then gnawing on them, his eyes closing as he tasted thick, rich lioncream spurting out over his tastebuds, and heard Nala roar in orgasmic ecstasy, her claws savagely ripping the bark of the tree behind him to shreds as she came…and came…and just kept cumming!

Somewhere in the throes of her pleasure, Nala grabbed Saxon’s hair, jerking his head up, only to kiss him with a primal intensity, her raspy tongue dueling with his smooth one, as they both eagerly lost themselves in the other. That was when Saxon came, letting himself lose all control as his hips started bucking desperately, flooding Nala’s inner walls with hot seed. And just when he thought he’d start to get soft, as they kept rocking against each other, Nala somehow clenched down at just the right moment, making Saxon’s whole body shudder all over, jerking and spasming with powerful muscle contractions as he was pulled over the edge once more. There wasn’t any cum beyond a trickle this time – it was just too soon for his body to have replenished his stores – but all the same he felt as though he were gushing like a firehose, with all the raw force of the pleasure that blasted through him.

“S-Simba loves it when I do that,” panted Nala , resting her head against Saxon’s shoulder, cuddling him close as she slowly turned around, and leaned back against hi, just holding him like that, letting him wrap his strong arms around her waist. “I’d like to blame him for getting me hooked on anal sex…but, really, it was his uncle.” She glanced back at Saxon’s face, smirking at his bemused blinking. “Really long story. And no time for it now, actually.” She looked around, and Saxon allowed his eyes to be guided by hers, before they widened as he saw many other glowing green eyes in the darkness around the fire. Green eyes that soon had silhouettes materialize around them, and then come into firm focus as the shapes of other lionesses, perhaps six of them, though Saxon wasn’t sure, since he couldn’t see so clearly with Nala and the firelight obscuring his vision. “I’m pretty sure my pridesisters will want a piece of what I just enjoyed.”

Before Saxon had a chance to groan at the thought of – somehow! – trying to satisfy so many randy females at once, especially if they were even half as rambunctious as Nala, an older lioness stepped to the fore, her body still trim and lovely despite her middle-aged years, her breasts full and rounded, as were her hips. All of this, of course, was on full display to Saxon’s eyes, because she, like all the other lionesses closing in around him (though she was easily the oldest of them, and many looked younger than Nala), was completely naked, and unashamedly so. She knelt by the dark-haired human’s side, and pressed a flask to his lips. Not sure what else to do, Saxon accepted the offer, letting the lioness tilt a thick, sweet liquid down his throat.

“Upendi passion fruit juice,” she explained, gently wiping a little trickle of the syrupy stuff from the corner of his mouth, then kissing his cheek and then his lips to get the last of it. “Lightly fermented to bring out its potency. And yours,” she added, glancing down at Saxon’s penis, now finally free of Nala’s clenching tailhole, and allowed to relax into quiescent flaccidity. At least, it did for a little while. But soon after the older lioness spoke, Saxon blinked in surprise as he saw his member starting to react in the most natural way to the presence of so many gorgeous, naked lionbabes gathered all around him, all of them with the same eager look Nala’d had when she’d first pounced upon him and devoured his shaft to the base. “My name is Sarabi, Nala’s mother-in-law, and father of the lion king. Whose first wife, incidentally, you just sodomized.”

Saxon blinked at this revelation, and started to open his mouth, only for Nala to lean back to kiss him into silence.

“Don’t worry,” the lion king’s mate giggled. “Simba’s not the jealous type. And there’s definitely no reason to worry about who the father is,” she added, patting her round tummy as she slowly settled against the tree where Saxon had been resting, her presence subtly nudging him forward as Sarabi lent a hand to help Nala get situated comfortably. “Though, if it comes to that, I think some of my pridesisters wouldn’t mind having a smooth-skinned cub.”

“Some of them are planning on it,” Sarabi quipped dryly. “A pity your mother isn’t here, though, Nala. Dear Sarafina would simply love trying something new with this gorgeous foreign beast. But Simba needed her for scouting duty while he works to keep the hyenas on their side of the border,” she ended with a disappointed shrug. “What can you do?”

“Rut this handsome male until he chafes!” answered one of the younger lionesses as she crawled eagerly toward Saxon, firm little bottom thrust high as her tail lashed in eagerness for the pounce. As she drew close, he couldn’t help but notice, amidst the giggles of the other lionesses, that the lioness in question was also pregnant, though not nearly as far along as Nala was. In fact, many of them were pregnant. But then again, many of them weren’t. Was he about to be used by these wild women as their captive breeding stud? The thought at once filled him with an intense sense of arousal…and more than a little trepidation.

“Don’t worry,” Sarabi said, reaching out from behind to rub Saxon’s back soothingly. “There’s plenty more upendi juice if you need it.” Then her hand slipped deftly around his hip, caressing with almost maternal tenderness up and down his rigid penis. “Though, healthy and virile as you obviously are, I don’t think you’ll need more than one or two more swigs, if that.” She leaned back against the tree, letting Nala rest her head on the older lioness’ plush-looking breasts. “Just relax,” she advised the human man. “Enjoy yourself. We’re all quite willing, I assure you, and we want to please you. If you want to please us just as much, I’m sure we’ll all enjoy ourselves very, very much.” Her smile became almost smolderingly seductive as she let her hand move from Saxon’s cock…to his tight buns, leading her to nod in approval. “I shall have you last of all,” she concluded. “I like my lovemaking slow and gentle, and by the time you wear out my pridesisters, you should be worn down enough as well to be in the mood for sweet lovemaking, rather than the more energetic fun I’m sure you’ll soon enjoy.”

That, really, was all the warning Saxon got, as well as just enough time to glance at Sarabi with a look of gratitude on his face, before the peach-furred, pregnant cutie pounced him. With her rounded belly pressed against his flat tummy as he tumbled onto his back next to the fire, he was aware for a moment of the other lionesses closing in around him, like he was a zebra or a gazelle or something. Then he was kissing the feisty female with a savagery and intensity to match her own, making her coo eagerly in delight, right before she happily sank her gushing cunny – surprisingly tight for a pregnant girl! – right down on his ready shaft. Even as his hands went to the cum-greedy lioness’ hips, two other lionesses settled onto his legs, using his shins to rasp against their slick quims as they gripped his knees for support.

Thus began a wild night, hotter and more intense than anything Saxon had ever experienced before. In times to come, he’d remember the lovemaking of that night more as a series of snapshot events than a single coherent narrative. The first pregnant lioness with the darker, peach-colored fur didn’t last nearly as long as she’d threatened, actually, having been way too turned-on from masturbating in the bush watching Nala ride Saxon to their mutual satisfaction. Within mere minutes, she was squealing like a schoolgirl having her first mutual orgasm, and almost tumbled back, Saxon’s cock popping up as she fell right into the waiting hands of the lionesses nearest her, who seemed to have been anticipating the fall – apparently that young cutie regularly had eyes bigger than her pussy.

The next encounter Saxon had was actually two in one, but he only really got a good look at one of the pair that mounted him next: a solidly-built, muscular girl with rock-solid abs that stood out clearly through her tawny tummy, the only variation from her otherwise rust brown coat. Mounting his face, she grabbed his hand in one strong hand, and shoved him dominantly against her clean-smelling sex, laced with a hint of the raw sweat of someone who worked out regularly, but also kept herself very clear (perhaps only to be expected from a feline, humanoid or not). As Saxon willingly put himself to work satisfying this forceful lover, he felt another lioness rubbing her gooey labia against his cockhead, holding his shaft upright with gentle hands, before she sank down onto him, nice and slow, with a long, soft moan of deep satisfaction.

“You’re not half-bad,” quipped the lioness Saxon had mentally labeled Rusty. “Not as good as Simba, of course, but not…ngh!” She jerked as Saxon lifted a hand, and slid his middle finger into her, shifting his mouth more upward, to better focus his tongue onto her clitoris. “That’s…that’s not fair, you dirty ape! That’s not…augh! RrrrrrrraaaaAAAAAAHHHHH!”

Hips jerking spasmodically, Rusty roared loudly as Saxon easily got her off…at least for the first time. And the second. And…and he lost track after a while, his senses drunk on the flavor of gushing girljuices. The shy one still riding him cooed happily as he bucked his hips as best he could, giving her a good ride, to which she responded with great enthusiasm, her tail stroking across his stomach as she bounced on his hips, making it clear that she was facing away from him, even if he couldn’t see it. As she bounced, she rolled her hips, her soft, sweet vocalizations of pleasure perhaps even more of a turn-on than the obvious snarls of passion from the wildcat riding his face like a thing possessed. She bent forward, and he could feel it as her breasts brushed against his knees. Wait…she didn’t have a pronounced belly! Did that mean she wasn’t pregnant? If so…

Saxon’s thoughts were interrupted as the lioness riding his prick suddenly started to clench down on him, now rolling her hips harder, faster as her whimpers took on a muffled quality – was she biting her own arm to keep from crying out? No, he soon realized as he saw another lioness resting the head of the mystery girl against her chest; she was just sucking on that other woman’s breast, purring like a contented kitten. And it was those purrs that finally did it, finally hit Saxon’s last edge-riding nerve. With a loud gasp, his hips jerked upward, cum splashing deep inside the needy, soft-spoken lion-girl riding him. That sound from his mouth, as well as his forceful upward pressure, was also enough to make the tight-tummied lioness on top of his face clench up mightily, her whole body going tense for long minutes before, finally, she just went as limp as her discarded loincloth, sliding back to rest, panting, on Saxon’s chest.

“We’re gonna continue this later, monkey boy,” the tight-bodied feline said with a tired smirk of challenge. “Right after…right after I catch my breath.”

“No time like the present,” Saxon declared with a wicked grin, amazed for a moment that his cock was still hard, even as he sat up and rose onto his knees, sending the muscular lioness almost tumbling back, before his hands caught her, controlling her fall until she was lying before him. That upendi juice was potent stuff! Almost viciously, Saxon caught the lioness’ knees, hoisting them up until her legs were right up by her head – wow that girl was flexible! – before he plowed into her with a single, smooth movement. Immediately the liongirl’s eyes popped wide, as did her mouth. She was so shocked by this sudden intrusion, in fact, that she didn’t start to yowl until Saxon had shafted her four times, his balls slapping loudly against her tight buns!

“Give it to me, you filthy human!” she snarled, her whole body bucking under his ruthless pounding. “Yeah, right there…harder…hard-errrrr! Yesssss!” The last word was a feral hiss through sharp, bared white teeth as her back arched, rubbing her mid-sized breasts against his solid chest. Gritting his own teeth, Saxon rolled his hips into the squirming lioness, then bit down on her shoulder right at the moment of his orgasm. He was rewarded for this action with a series of high-pitched, wailing yowls, and a brutal double-clawed scratch across his naked butt, right before Rusty’s legs wrapped around him, holding him buried to the hilt, so not a single drop of his cum would be wasted.

While Rusty was still panting hard on the ground, Saxon felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned to greet the kiss that waited for him from that hand’s owner. This lioness was melanistic, almost black, and fairly young, and her other hand lightly cupped Saxon’s shaft, using it as a handle to guide him forward. When he saw their destination, however, Saxon needed no further guidance: there, eagerly crouching on all-fours, flawless furry rump presented toward him in open invitation, was a lioness that was almost the mirror opposite of the black-furred one, her fur an almost luminous white, her bright blue eyes regarding the human as he approached, pupils wide as they fixed on his raging erection.

“Our lord Simba has been putting babies in his harem for months now,” the black lioness explained as she knelt next to her white-furred counterpart, facing toward Saxon as she gripped and then began to knead her friend’s tushie, before spreading her buns wide as Saxon knelt behind her, cock bobbing as he sidled forward. “We’ve even brought him prisoners from the other tribes for him to play with: zebras and gazelle and even a few giraffes, male and female, all lovely specimens for him to temporarily sate his unquenchable lion’s lust. But he’s overlooked me and my dearest one for too long,” she finished, leaning down to kiss the base of the white lioness’ tail, making the crouching, presented female whimper and arch her back. “Now you’re going to satisfy both of us, oh handsome stranger from a far land. Our aching quims are burning up with so much need! Please, we beg of you,” and as she spoke, the black lioness straddled the white lioness’ back, reaching around to grip her pridesister’s breasts, using them as a handhold while she presented herself with just as much eagerness as the blue-eyed beauty, “breed us! Fill us with that magnificent organ, just as you have already serviced our pridesisters. Then fill us a second time, with the new life that will continue the Circle of Life.”

With a request like that, how could any male, kind-hearted and red-blooded alike, possibly refuse?

Seizing the black lioness’ buns, Saxon leaned in close, his eyes growing heavy-lidded as he savored her scent, and the sight of her puffy black labia, much darker than the very dark brown of the rest of her fur. Stroking those needy lips with his hand, Saxon then moved his other hand down, first to squeeze the white lioness’ tushie, then to caress her swollen pink folds, the color as light and delicate as strawberry cotton candy. The scent was the same, however, an exotic, heady aroma that called out to parts of his instincts that he didn’t even know existed. Her taste was the same also, as he soon discovered when he first buried his mouth against “Shadow’s” cunny (for so he’d decided to call her), gnawing hungrily on her dripping sex, a bright red past the puffy black outer lips, until she began to shudder in orgasm, moaning loudly, then gave the same treatment to the lioness he now thought of as “Ghost” until she also cried out, then tumbled forward, both her and Shadow’s heads lowering to the ground, all the better to support themselves as this movement thrust their bottoms high, their swollen sexes easy targets.

Lifting his head, his chin glistening with the juices of the two lionesses, tangy and musky on his tongue, Saxon edged his hips forward, nuzzling apart Ghost’s labia, exposing the equally pink inner parts that waited within. With a single, smooth thrust, he made her roar in surprise and pleasure both, baring her gleaming fangs to the firelight as he hilted himself, then ground his hips against her upturned rump, making sure to rub his washboard belly against Shadow’s equally presented backside as much as he possibly could. Then, pulling back and out, Saxon thrust into Shadow, all the way in, until her juices were leaking onto his balls as he sawed himself almost brutally up and down, then in tight circles within her clenching channel, finding all her secret pleasure spots.

A few more alternating thrusts into each lioness, and Saxon and they had the rhythm down, each of them anticipating the movements of their partners. Shadow often bent forward, while Ghost leaned her head back, kissing each other in a way that made it obvious they were more than just pridesisters. Both were more than happy to tilt their heads up, however, to receive Saxon’s own kisses, their feline flexibility allowing them to even manage to sometimes run their raspy tongues over his bare chest, obviously enjoying the texture of his smooth skin, waxed smooth to reduce friction in water. He would thrust several times into either Shadow or Ghost, then pull out and slide into the other lioness, their sweet cooing and moaning driving him almost as wild as the feel of their soft fur and taut muscle beneath his questing hands. Up then down, down then up, until he was panting hard, his mind focused entirely on the pleasurable task before him. So focused, in fact, that he completely failed to notice Nala crawling up behind him until he felt her hot breath on his exposed backside.

Eyes widening, Saxon gasped as Nala’s hands parted his tightly-muscled buttocks, before her muzzle pressed up close to his anal ring, her tongue extending to sweetly caress the pleasure-tense pucker. Saxon grunted deep in his chest at these new sensations, something none of his former girlfriends and lovers had ever done for him, shuddering all over as his muscles drew taut, momentarily freezing him in place as he struggled to keep some sort of control over his body. Nala, however, would have none of that, her questing tongue pressing past that tight outer ring, then circling his clenched sphincter, making sure to apply lots of lubricating saliva as she worked, utterly unconcerned for how dirty that spot was supposed to be, and how taboo to touch. If anything, the “dirty” nature of rimming out Saxon just seemed to turn on Nala even more! All the same, Saxon thought he was getting control back, regaining his equilibrium as he started to thrust once more, much to the delight of Shadow and Ghost…at least until Nala slipped a finger into his body, caressing it over his prostate with all the skill of a most experienced expert – Simba, obviously, had received this sort of treatment many times, and probably a fair number of hapless preymales who had fallen into Nala’s clutches. Almost immediately after this additional stimulation, Saxon’s endurance finally gave out, and he grunted again, at first buried to the hilt in Ghost’s smooth pink depths, giving her several pulses of his seed, before pulling out, his belly tight as he fought against nature and impulse to keep from squirting for a precious split-second, until he’d buried himself in Shadow, giving her the rest of his climax, down to the very last drop.

Pulling out, Saxon sank back on his mildly sore butt as Nala slid back slightly to give him room, breathing hard as the white and black lionesses eagerly turned on each other, kissing and licking and even giggling in delight as they quietly commented to each other how nicely they’d been filled, and how wonderful they’d felt being taken together like that, and how they just had to get Simba to try something like that on them. The sound of their girlish voices made him smile and start to lean back…which placed his head right between the pillowy breasts of Sarabi, the eldest lioness there, but by no means the least sexy. If anything, age had only made the lion king’s mother even more smoking hot!

“I believe that last spot on your dance card was reserved for me,” Sarabi purred softly in Saxon’s ear as she bent to lick his cheek with her lightly raspy tongue. “Soft and slow and sweet. Just what you need to recover a bit, don’t you think?”

“Y-yeah,” admitted Saxon, gulping as his face flushed redly, unable to help but feel a sense of deep self-consciousness at the intense feelings this lioness MILF awakened in him. They were akin to the guilty fantasies everyone entertains of various sorts, though few ever really act on them. Right now, however, Sarabi was rubbing her full, bounteous breasts against Saxon’s back, making sure he felt the rigid tips of her nipples against his shoulderblades, even as she continued to maintain that sweetly matronly expression, as innocent as it was experienced.

“We’ll go as slow – or fast – as you want, dear,” Sarabi continued, lovingly caressing Saxon’s chest and belly. “I’ll let you set the pace.”

Sex with Sarabi was just as she’d promised: a refreshment, sweet and wonderful. Not at all like the passionate lovemaking he’d had with the other lionesses, but something special that he’d remember forever, but never really be able to talk about with anyone, because he simply didn’t have the words. Near the end, as Saxon lay next to Sarabi’s side, Nala joined them, lying on his other side, taking one of his hands and resting it on her fully-domed, pregnant tummy. Smiling at Saxon, Sarabi crawled over to Nala’s other side, while the human man was still recovering, and they both began to caress and then to kiss and lick and nibble their way up and down Nala’s belly, while the beautifully glowing lion queen moaned and wriggled under their attentions, her claws digging into the dirt with her rising pleasure from such sweetly intimate lovemaking, both from the one who’d given birth to her mate, the lion king, and from the one who’d very likely just gotten the lion king’s mother pregnant.

None of this was to say that Saxon’s sexual escapades were finished, of course. Far from it! The ecstatic romps of the night gave him plenty of opportunities to achieve more orgasms than he’d ever had in…perhaps his entire life, or at least that was how it felt. During those long hours of lovemaking and hard humping, he got to know each of the seven lionesses around him very well; he even got to talk a bit with the quiet, dark little lioness who’d stayed out of his view during their first lovemaking session, and provide her with a more personal sort of lovemaking, just focusing on her, despite her adorable initial embarrassment at being the center of his attentions. In the process of the night’s fun, he also managed to drain about two-thirds of the upendi juice, before finally collapsing into a deep, utterly spent sleep.

The sun was high in the sky when Saxon finally awoke, his whole body aching in places he hadn’t even realized he had. Not that he really minded, though: it was a very good sort of ache, one that would linger for days unless he missed his guess. Finding himself naked (and incidentally quite unable to get an erection right then – no surprise there!), he looked around the campsite, and was pleasantly surprised to discover his clothes, neatly folded, and just as neatly mended, though the thread was made from animal sinew, the sort of stuff you’d expect to find put into service out here in the bush. His fire was safely put out, but there was a pleasant, filling meal and ample water laid out on a smallish, flat-topped rock by the fire, obviously moved there to serve as a table when he got finally himself moving, weak and frail human that he was, for all his strength among his own species.

Not long after Saxon had finished breakfast, dressed, shaved, and gotten everything packed up, Brigid walked into the camp. Well...”stumbled” would be a somewhat more accurate term, since she looked about as worn out as Saxon felt.

“Hey, Brigid,” Saxon greeted. “Anything interesting happen to you while you were out exploring those ruins you mentioned?”

“No,” the redhead answered a little too hastily, not meeting Saxon’s eyes. “Everything was pretty quiet on my way over here. What about you? Any excitement on your end while you were camping out here?”

“Nope,” Saxon answered with a light shrug, even as he found he couldn’t quite meet Brigid’s eyes. “A very peaceful night.”

“Yeah,” Brigid affirmed, rolling her shoulders as she sighed, long and slow, just letting out whatever tensions she might have built up before that moment. “C’mon. The kayak’s tied up by the river, and we’ve got some serious mileage to make up for after yesterday.”

Saxon grinned.

“Yes ma’am!”