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"You really must stop doing this, Imara," Jager gently scolded as he pulled on a pair of latex gloves.

Sprawled out on his examining table was the heft and bulk of a wild lioness, stretched out on her side, making her best pouty face. She let her tufted tail droop down over the edge, as sadly as possible. The accusation made her snort, responding with faux offence.

"Doing what, dear Jager? I am truly sick this time." She stretched her front legs out as far as they could reach, arching her back, writhing on the table. "You must examine me or I fear I'll never start feeling better."

The husky gave a roll of his eyes at the big cat's drama, but he didn't let it stop him from prepping for a proper appointment nonetheless.

"Do they not give you enough to do on the reserve? Or were you just coming to visit me in particular?"

He was pretty sure she was smiling, those dark lips arching as she regarded him from the table. "Oh, you know how it is. There is only so much an old cat like me can entertain herself with before she starts longing to see her favourite doctor doggy."

That she emphasized every word with a deep, slightly sultry rumble that he could feel in his bones without even touching her made him all kinds of distracted. His mind wandered and his tail twitched, idly wagging a few times before he stopped himself. Then he just shook his head.

"Oh, very well. I suppose it can't hurt to give you a good checking over just to be sure."

"Perrrrrrrfect," she teased, knowing full well how that would make him shiver.

It wasn't easy to focus when she was giving him those feral bedroom eyes like that, her tufted tail lightly dancing up and down, tapping against one of the legs of the great, comfy examining table. The medical tent kept the sun off of them, but the harsh savanna heat still wafted in through the open flap, spicing up the encounter, ensuring he couldn't fully dispel the warmth in his cheeks. Nonetheless, he sought to treat her like a patient, no matter how much she attempted to flirt with him. Maybe it was to prove a point. Or maybe it was just a good excuse to get his hands on her under the guise of professionalism.

"Alright. Tell me if it hurts anywhere," he said, pressing two fingers of each hand to her side and starting to prod his way along her flanks and abdomen.

"Oooh, mmhm, keep going ..." she cooed as he worked, as if he were giving her a massage. That wasn't far from the truth really, the way he kneaded in with his latex-covered digits, working into the muscle to check for any injuries.

He knew that lions couldn't exactly purr, but the sound she was making while he examined her was about as close as she could get. She steadily rumbled against his fingers, sending those vibrations right up his arm. There were some other grumbles too, like that of her stomach. That made him perk an ear.

"Eaten recently?"

"Oh, never recently enough," she said. "You know how it can be."

"Well, not exactly. I'm not a wild feline. Let's have a look at your teeth, speaking of."

She was perhaps too enthusiastic to show those off, baring them in a pleasant snarl to let the light catch against her gleaming fangs. He leaned in close, feeling only the slightest tinge of fear to be so close to her jaws like that, her warm breath spilling out over his face. It smelled oddly pleasant, like she'd been munching on something floral and fragrant just before meeting him. Was that ... for his sake? He couldn't help but wonder. Either way, he pressed his thumbs to the corners of her lips, stretching them back to make her scary smile even broader, getting a good look at those surprisingly pearly chompers of hers to check for any damage.

"Mhm. Seems all good. Very clean. Now let's see your tongue."

Imara gave him an exaggerated 'ahhh' as she opened wide for him, yawning those jaws to an imposing gape, flopping her tongue down over her lower lip like she was rolling out a carpet for him. The heat of her humid breath was enough to make him want to pant, a light bead of sweat forming on his features before he continued with the inspection. A nearby depressor let him lift her tongue and look underneath. All looked pink and healthy. It made him happy to see her in such good health despite her more advanced age.

"Alright. Thank you, let's just ..."

She closed her mouth around that little stick, and the tips of his fingers alike. He felt her teeth pressing down on his digits, lightly holding them but not biting. That was still enough to make him freeze a moment, knowing how much damage she could do to him, and how easily. She let up a moment later, smacking her lips, blatantly winking at him. When she spoke, her voice was even lower than usual, peppered by those spicy rumbles that made her sound so exceptionally, excessively seductive.

"Just imagine what it would feel like to have my tongue lapping over your cock ..."

He couldn't help but sputter his response. "Imara!"

"You've wondered before, haven't you? Lying awake at night, thinking of your favourite kitty cat ... "

"You are such a cougar," he teased her, trying not to let his flustered state show in his speech.

"Excuse you." She gave a haughty huff. "I am a_lioness_, thank you very much."

"Yes, yes. Let's see those claws of yours."

That at least gave him an excuse to move away from her face, though not before he gave him a show of licking slowly over her lips, tantalizing him with the scritchy sound of her sandpaper tongue dragging against her skin. He pursed his lips beneath his mask and quickly glanced away. Instead, he ran his hands down along her forelegs, moving to where she stretched her paws out for him. She was plenty cooperative at letting him examine those paws of hers, splaying out her toes and letting him easily knead his fingers into her squishy pads until those sharpened daggers popped out from their hiding place in her toes. Running his fingers along the edge of them almost necessitated new gloves, just for the lightest touch. They were sharp. He was a husky and all, presumably a pack animal, descended from a deadly carnivore of his own, once upon a time, but those moments were always a stark reminder for him. He was the softer, duller side of evolution, and creatures like her, no matter how polite or charming they might have spoken, were still wild beasts at heart. Creatures designed for hunting, killing, and consuming. This one just happened to like him.

Next up were her hind paws, which of course meant getting close to that swishing tail of his. Or at least, she was swishing it right up until he was standing behind her. After that, it was all a matter of flagging it up, letting it curl and tap against her spine, giving him a full look at her naked hindquarters. It took him a mere glance to know that she was aroused. Maybe even in heat. The light coating of wetness around her pussy, and all the fur nearby carried with it a heavy dose of feminine pheromones. They struck his senses sharply, making him blink and give his head a shake just to stay focused. Maybe if he was a male lion he might have found her absolutely irresistible, but he managed to concentrate on the task at hand. Or at paw, anyway, dipping down and clasping her by the foot, squeezing her toes and making sure those deadly blades were all in good working order. Brushing his finger along their dull side one by one, he made sure to get at any speck of dirt she might have missed during her usual fastidious feline grooming.

"You spoil me, Jager," she rumbled in a deeply vibrating voice. "Don't you deserve a reward by now? I think you ought to relax. Sit back, and let me spoil you right back. What do you say, hmm?"

"Imara, please," Jager said, holding his palms out in front of him. "It's not an insult to you. You're very lovely. But I am a professional."

"So be unprofessional!" she fussed, lashing her tail against the side of the table before snapping from her prone position to something more confrontational as if something had shocked her.

When she rose so suddenly, he flinched. He was used to her being lazy and luxuriant around him, moving slowly to keep from startling him. But the way her head shot up from the table was almost aggressive, especially when it came accompanied by her intense glare. He knew he wasn't supposed to meet her eyes when she stared like that. As civil as she could be, there were still those instincts deep inside her, and mistaking him for a threat, even for a moment, would have spelled disaster for him. Yet try as he did, he couldn't look anywhere aside from right into those slitted feline eyes - just in time to see them dilate as the lioness got down into a low crouch, wiggling her hips just like a housecat. She was calibrating for the pounce, one that he knew well she could do at any time. But for the moment, she waited, letting him see her taut musculature pulled tight, her rumbles persisting, more felt than heard by then. Her voice was oddly soft despite the visible threat of her posture.

"You know. I don't actually have to wait for your permission, if I don't want to. I can smell how horny you are for me. I bet you'd cooperate once we got going."

He took a very slow step back, biting his lip, shaking his head.

"But we ... we shouldn't ..." he cautioned, but he couldn't deny how hard it made him to see her looking at him like that. The bulge in his pants was soon uncomfortable to the point he wanted to just toss his belt aside and unzip, just to let off the pressure, but he didn't go that far. She never gave him the chance.

He never actually saw the leap that struck him. She was crouched low in front of him one moment, and then there was a tawny flash of motion, blurring before his eyes, activating every fight or flight instinct he still had left from his feral roots. Those weren't enough to make him move out of the way in time, leaving him to be tackled flat by the lioness' soaring bulk, knocked on his ass and pinned to the ground beneath her. She planted two firm paws on his shoulders and flashed her teeth in his face with a sharp snarl before settling down to a pleasant chuckle as he wriggled helplessly beneath her.

"Ooh, you are cute when you're scared. I just wanna eatcha up. But first ... I need a taste."'

Leaning even closer, she nudged her nose against his collarbone, then slowly brushed her way down his body, licking along at his clothing. He could feel the tingly texture of her tongue even through his shirt, and that meant he was all the more squirmy once she had her head between his thighs. A nudge against his bulge and she flashed him an impatient huff. There really was no choice but to obey her implied command. He hadn't even taken off his gloves yet, but he went ahead and took off his shorts for her, fumbling and rushing along while she loomed inches away. After all that teasing, he was rock hard, springing upwards as soon as he was free from the fabric, his cock lightly plapping against her lower lip. A moany-rumble followed as she took a deep breath of his desperately lusty scent, leaving him to whimper and shiver down beneath her no matter how warm he felt.

"So eager too. Mmm, my my. That's a pretty prick you've got there, doctor. Stay nice and hard like that for me, won't you?"

He could only whimper at that, and then even louder when she drew her sandpapery tongue along the bare skin of his shaft, starting from the very base and then slickly dragging to the tip. The stimulation was almost too much. He bucked his hips, clenched his fists and jaw alike, closing his eyes for half a second but snapping them open when he sensed her looking at him. She was wearing that same devious, dangerous smile as ever. Another lick, and he yelped like she'd struck him, pumping out a sudden rush of pre that felt like he was already cumming. He'd never made that much mess without actually hitting orgasm, spurting those thin, watery ropes all over her lips and muzzle, leaving them clinging to her fur. An amused exhalation through her nose washed hotly over his crotch, and then she just opened wide, and lunged down at him. The flash of her fangs made him think something terrible was about to happen, but the sensations that followed were the immediate, intense relief from fear he needed.

She enveloped him in the humid warmth of her mouth, sealing his cock between her tongue and upper lip, sparing him the touch of her teeth despite the forceful motion. He was balls-deep in lioness muzzle in a second, feeling her give her best approximation of a suck all wrapped snug around every inch of his overly engorged dick. That was about as long as he could last. After all that taunting, all that flirting, he was pent up to the point of immediate explosion. Throwing his hands up and placing one on his forehead, he weakly whimpered his way to a sudden, forceful climax that sent cum shooting straight down the big cat's throat. She purrfully growled around his shaft while she sucked and swallowed every drop of spunk he gave her, letting it all well up in her mouth until she downed it with a deep, noisy ULP that let him glimpse her throat briefly bulging as she took it to her tummy. What followed was an extended sigh and deep 'mmmm' from the lioness as she slipped from his dick and closed her eyes to savour the moment. Then she glared at him again.

"Someone couldn't last. But I can hardly blame you. How couldn't you be all worked up, getting to work with me every day?" She licked her lips. "Of course, you simply must make it up to me now. I know you're as fair as you are handsome."

He didn't get a chance to ask what she meant. Speaking wasn't exactly easy after a rush of an orgasm like that. Every single part of him tingled, to the point he could barely move but for some weak flailing and writhing. At least he managed to get his hands up before she brought all her weight down on his face. It was a matter of spinning herself around, lifting that teasy tail, swaying those hips, and lowering her haunches right onto his muzzle. That meant introducing him to the smooth, wet folds of her feline pussy, smothering and squishing up against his lips with perfect aim. He didn't even let himself be stunned. Instead, he just brought his tongue right into the mix, pressing inwards, licking the rich, lightly musky, pheromone-filled flavour straight from her soft lion cunt. He penetrated her, slurped her from the inside out, scooping out that intensely feline flavour until it drowned out all his other senses. It was in his throat, in his nose, filling him with that overpowering aroma, ensuring that no matter how hard she made him cum, he was every bit as firm for her. It was like eating her out imbued him with the same sort of stamina typical of cats, letting him recharge and ready up for more in a matter of seconds.

She lingered there atop him for a while, but she quickly grew impatient, swishing her way around once more with a sudden spin that left her facing him again. His muzzle was smeared, a clinging layer of her scented juices over his fur. He huffed up at her but didn't say anything, even as she sat down right on his dick. A cat like her knew how to be precise, hitting the spot she wanted with an oozing schlick as she took his dick deep inside her all at once. That was enough to make her yowl in his face, drooling on him a touch, pumping out those hot, gasping lion noises as she clenched around him. He could feel her kneading, working over his every inch, pulling up tighter, tighter while her hind legs twitched against his hips. She kept her paws on his shoulders as she did before, holding him down and leaving him to stare right into her wet snarl while bounced her juicy snatch atop him. It was something from a dream, getting dominated by a horny lioness, but he still stayed tense as she rode him, lest her aggressive instincts turn feral at any moment.

"Mm ... Jager ... that's a good boy," she warmly teased him. "Nnh nnh nnh ... that's it. Don't worry about a thing. You can cum in my pussy whenever you're ready ..."

He wanted to imagine he might be able to properly satisfy a lioness, but the reality was he was never going to last that long. Not with that steady, slick massage of a lioness' sex slipping and schlurping down on his dick, powerfully pumping up and down, humping against his hips, the big cat thumping atop him with all her weight, all her strength, driving him so deeply inside her his balls smacked hard against her butt with a heavy slap with each strong stroke. He wanted to do everything he could to hold on, to please her, impress her even, but there was only so far his own stamina could last. She schlicked him smoothly with her pussy, massaging him from tip to base, leaving him trembling, whining, crying out as if startled as his body launched up into the same throes of orgasm he'd experienced minutes ago. And it was every bit as intense.

"Ahh, Imara , holy fuck ...!"

His hands drifted, moving as if on their own, and he grasped her by the hips while he unloaded his cum inside of her. There was a flash of consideration in his mind about whether cross-species breeding was possible in such a situation - but such concerns swiftly faded in favour of pure, brain-busting pleasure pumping through veins while he creamed those lion haunches, clinging to her, listening to her rumble while he filled her up with husky spunk. That wasn't just her approving growls he was hearing, either. Something else was deeply grumbling, the sound echoing up her throat as she opened her jaws right in front of his face. He was still in the throes of climax, but the puff of hot lioness breath made him open his eyes, squinting as he gazed into the dark depths of her open gullet, framed by those deadly fangs. It was the closest look he'd ever had, left stunned by just how far she could gape her jaws in that wet, dripping yawn. And then she lunged again.

This time it was every bit as bad as he feared. He didn't manage to cry out for help, or to try to talk her out of it. His whole head was immersed in her maw in a second, feeling her lips playing along his throat while her teeth combed through his fur. He struggled, pushing at her muzzle, trying to pry himself from her mouth, but she just kept going. Pushing, stuffing, urging him in towards her throat until he touched that kneading tunnel and felt it tugging him down. The swallow he heard echoing from every direction, bouncing off those fleshy walls told him exactly what she was doing. She was eating him. Whole, at least. She didn't spill a drop of blood while she forced him into her throat, but that didn't make the situation any less dire. He flailed about, hoping his panic might have made her realize what she was doing, maybe snapped her out of whatever instinctual drive was causing her to view him as food. Those deep rumbles were getting even louder, sounding almost supernatural when they were amplified by the depths wrapped snug around his head and shoulders. That all the while she stayed firmly seated on his cock, holding it inside her, didn't make it any easier to properly struggle. Every movement he made meant stimulating his oversensitive shaft, his whimpers constant but muffled by her greedy gullet tugging him towards her stomach.

She wouldn't really do it, would she? He thought she liked him! But maybe a lioness' affection wasn't quite like what he expected. She had his arms by his sides soon enough once his shoulders got gulped, ensuring he couldn't push his way out any more. All he could do was wriggle, working back and forth like a frightened fish, his undignified, fearful fight against the hungry cat amounting to very little. She still rumbled, and now and then she snarled, forcefully pushing out the deafening sound over the form of his body in her throat, making him flatten his ears to try to protect them. He couldn't shut out that sound, nor could he ignore the steady sloshing and churning just below. She looked well-fed, but her appetite was audible. A few more kneading swallows, and he got to find out first-hand just how famished she really was, getting his face dunked into a dark, slimy chamber, empty but for the juices coating the walls and welling up at the bottom. The scent of his cum was there too, but mostly drowned out by the acidic air building in his lungs. He could barely gasp, nevermind call for help, beg her, reason with her, or anything else that might have saved him from his messy fate.

Tipping her head back, she finally pulled him from her depths, quickly replacing the attention to his cock with her tongue. He was still slightly hard, flinching and jerking away while his shaft glossed along her rough tongue. She curled it between his legs, pressing down on his taint, using that leverage to gobble him down just a little faster. His boots fell from his feet while she worked down his legs, tugging him out of his pants with a free paw. Though she hadn't bothered to remove the rest of his clothing, leaving him descending bottomless but not topless into her stretching belly. He pressed out against those slippery walls with his gloved hands, wobbling her middle, bulging it outwards with the shape of his outlined fingers, but none of that disturbed her as she ate him alive. One more toss of her elegant feline head, and up went his bare paws, flailing about, vanishing between her dark lips, sliding along the crest of her tongue. And then one more swallow, the sound filling the tent with that deep, potent GULLLLP that seemed as if exaggerated just to tease him further while she sent him straight to the bottom of her belly.

"Ahh! Yes, yes! So good! I knew you would be!" It was the most upbeat he'd ever heard her speak, but she dropped her voice to a more familiar tease soon after. "And how do you feel in there?"

"Hmmf!"

"I thought as much." She prodded him a few times with a paw, rising to her feet to let the bulge of husky sag and swing beneath her. "Now, do try not to fuss too much. You'll digest all the same, complaining or not. Thank you for making an old cat feel so nice today, Jager."

There was no argument, nothing he could do to persuade her as she padded away with a husky in her belly, bouncing along and nearly dragging him on the ground as she moved out of the tent and back into the reserve to have herself an extended cat-nap. His gurgly fate fell over him, silencing his struggles as she stretched out beneath the sun, bathing in its rays as she churned him down to mush, like any other prey, any other food. His body softened and absorbed into her own, feeding her, thickening her, giving her a distinguished paunch by the time she awoke with a broad yawn. The taste of him was still on his tongue, but more urgent was the feeling beneath her tail, once her body was done with him.

Stepping into the shade of a nearby tree, she scanned the horizon for potential threats before lowering her haunches down and flagging her tail, taking a low squat to take care of the dirty business of relieving herself. It was quite apparent to her that she was shitting Jager out before long. Those heavy logs of lion waste were still strewn with some of his soft fur, tickling her slightly on the way out. But the rest was smooth, even once those ruined fibres of his remaining clothing pushed free of her rear, deeply embedded in the chunks. So too were his gloves, those coverings fully preserved, if dirtied by their undigested passage through her intestines, but the hands they had once contained were gone. Only a few tiny bits of bone gave her any pause as she forcefully dumped them out with the rest of him, but the rest was mostly pulverized, turned to powder and mixed with the rest. When she was done, that steaming mount of lioness shit was hardly recognizable as the husky. He was just another anonymous pile on the plains, to be left behind and forgotten as she stalked away into the sunset, like so many meals the lioness had enjoyed before him.