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Part Two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by preyitem

Continued from part one...

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This is a two-part story.

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Going home sore was the best of it the next day, happy in the afterglow, though he was left with a dark turn to the night as Dolly pulled him aside with a frown on her shaved muzzle.

“Don't you go near that lioness again, sweetie, you hear me?" She wagged her finger sternly in Wyatt's face, although he was enraptured with her, still in a submissive frame of mind. “We like having you around, we don't want to lose you just yet. And then it'll be to a real nice girlfriend or boyfriend, whether they're human or furry like us! Promise?"

Of course, he promised, but his mind was elsewhere as he walked back to the bar to get his car. He had to see her, he had to know what she was all about. He didn't have to go home with the lioness, surely, just getting his high and his hit of her in the bar without ending the night in her jaws. How hard could that be?

She was in his mind for the rest of the weekend and even as he dragged himself, still delirious with lust for her, back to work on Monday but still thinking of her. It didn't matter what meetings he was required at, his mind just wasn't in it, wanting to head back to the bar, just to see if she could possibly be there.

So desperate to see the lioness again, he didn't even bother changing out of his work clothes. It was stupid to think that she would be there on a Monday, of all days, the quietest day of the week. He didn't even know why the bar was open that day, considering how low business must have been, but he tried his luck anyway, reasoning with himself that there was no harm in just getting a drink and, if she was there, he would be able to say that he couldn't go home with her as he had work in the morning. Wyatt sweated profusely. Simple, right?

There was not even any music playing as he entered, but that didn't matter to Wyatt. His heart leapt into his throat, strangling his gaps, and he stopped dead in his tracks. There she was! Against all the odds, the lioness was right where he'd seen her last time, a greater area of space empty around her than before, though it was not all that strange that the other patrons were on the opposite end of the bar, not daring to go near her.

His cock swelled, plumping up thick and full, desperate for her, his need unparalleled by anything else that he had experienced before. His heart longed for her, the feel of her huge paws, but he didn't know just what he would be able to do there, heart pumping, pounding, driving his feet to a beat that he had no part in anymore, the passive player of the prey in a place and time that was no longer his to command.

He made a beeline for her, intent and direct, the mare bartending smirking and shaking her head at him. She'd seen it all before but she was not about to hinder the lioness who was one of her best customers and biggest tippers. Everything she did was above board anyway with no legal repercussions to be had there.

Locking eyes with the lioness again, Wyatt swallowed, simmering in her gaze. He had to do it, had to say something, the words that he so very desperately wanted to force out stuck in his throat.

“...Hi."

The bartender snorted a laugh, wiping down the bar. What a fool!

“Are you really going to do that?" She interjected, trying one last time to see if the human male could be made to see sense. “You've seen her, you've been told time after time again. And, still, you're going to plop your cute arse down here and see my customers disappointed that you won't be around anymore?"

Wyatt blinked at her, shaking his head.

“What? No..." He fumbled for words, though he could not have said that he had had many conversations with the bartender, especially considering that he'd had so many of his drinks bought for him. “No, it's not like that. I just thought I'd have a drink here...if that's okay with you?"

The lioness regarded him quietly, solemnly, as if she had seen it all before. The bartender mare blew her forelock out of her eyes, shaking her head.

“I'm telling you, hun," she said, having to try, pushing her luck, though she knew it was all useless too in the end. “Leave this one be. You'll have many other pretties coming through her, my dear," she went on, addressing the lioness directly, “and I'll be sure to let them know what fun you are. But you know I'm not going to shirk from the details of it either. Everyone deserves to know, regardless of what it is that they decide."

The lioness bowed her head in acceptance of that, though it was not something that had stopped so many males from going into the grasp of her jaws before and, really, the bartender was clutching at straws. They had been weaker boys, the kind of boys that came and went, that were a dime a dozen, but right there and then all she could see was one of her most lucrative customers throwing away his life and all the lust he could have had: if only he didn't bow to the lioness, the bringer of death in the claws of lust.

Wyatt lifted his head defiantly, tilting his chin up.

“It's okay," he said, his voice stronger than he felt inside. “I know what I'm doing. If everything is okay with you, I think I'd just a like a drink tonight."

He begged her to believe him with his eyes, for he knew that she could have him thrown out and the thought of having his chance snatched from him to merely get to know the lioness and bask in the awe of her presence... Well, it didn't bear thinking about. The set of his mouth had the mare snorting and rolling her eyes though, paws thrown up, washing them of him. Who was she to judge who was to walk into the maw of a lioness after they'd been given every warning in the book and then some?

“Was nice knowing you!"

It was a shame that she would never again see him there, though it was all par for the course and he would be replaced, in time, with another boy with fanciful lusts and desires, seeking out pleasures untold with anthro partners. The lioness smiled at him, baring her teeth, and his heart turned over, wanting to lean into her even then, his heart racing, slipping onto the seat beside her.

“I don't know what she's talking about," he said, referencing the bartender. “I'm not going anywhere. But you..."

He blushed heavily. There was no point in trying to hide his attraction to her for it was obvious in the bulge of his cock showing through his work trousers. Sweatier than he would have liked to be, he shivered, the intensity of her gaze unrelenting. He was but prey caught in her stare, something that was little more than an object to her. Wyatt could not have possibly have seen how she would have viewed him as a person or as an equal in any way, for he simply was not, the lioness towering over him where she sat.

“I thought you were never going to come to see me," she purred, whiskers twitching. “Few who stare from the shadows are brave enough to come into my presence."

He swallowed, though moistening his mouth was only one part of what he needed to do, enquiring after her name, which was Zuri, a name that she explained meant beauty. A woman would never have explained that to him but she was so comfortably confident in herself that the words leapt so very easily to her lips. The beers sliding down his throat helped at least a little but he was engrossed in watching her eat her meal, which, of course, was a plate of pure meat. Cooked rare, he was almost surprised to see that it was not raw, her teeth slicing and dicing and ripping and tearing the meat to shreds so that it may disappear down into the heat of her throat. It was oddly hypnotic, something at which proved impossible to look away, heart hammering, his pulse racing at all times. He didn't have to explain his attraction to her but Zuri was kind enough to tell him about her home and how she had hunted the savannah, assisting locals in keeping populations down. The only thing she didn't tell him about was that her work had shifted to a different kind of population control, though that was only for her and the authorities to know about.

“You are beautiful," Wyatt said with a blush, creeping down his neck as his fingers strove to sweep it away. “I can't... I can't stop looking at you."

“That's very kind. I am statuesque, am I not?"

Even her words were mesmerising, drawing him in, making him want to lean into the raspy hoarseness of her voice like something that he could be closed within, just like her jaws. Even then, the gleam of saliva on her teeth and black lips was poignant, drawing his attention, making him want to touch them, tease his fingers across them, the intensity of her increasing tenfold despite everything else.

“I see many boys like you," she said softly, though there was, still, nothing soft in her voice. “They come, they go. I watch them go. Maybe you will be one of them."

He stiffened, breath catching.

“I... Uh..." He had to remember why he was there, why he had chosen that day to go to the bar, his excuses slipping through his fingers. “I have to work tomorrow..."

“A pity," she said, her large, pink tongue rasping out over her plate, cleaning it of the meat juices that lingered, the pink of the juices staining in the wake of the delicious flesh. “I was hungry and a small plate like this is not enough for me."

Wyatt gulped, hand going to his throat. His cock did not soften in the slightest.

“I... You... Did you eat the boy that you took home the other night?"

He knew what answer he expected but her nod was the confirmation that he needed too, a gargled noise bursting from his lips in the strangest of manners.

“Yes. He was quite delicious."

She said it casually as if it was the most normal thing in the world to eat a human. To her, it probably was, though it still sent a shiver through Wyatt, gasping, lips parting. However had he thought that he would have been able to resist her spell, to turn down her touch, the lust of her shining through? Zuri didn't even have to do anything to be powerful, lifting a paw and licking it as his eyes fell to her claws, sharp and gleaming with the swirl and rasp of her barbed tongue.

“Can I..."

No, it seemed rude to ask but Zuri appeared amused by his half-spoken request, offering him her paw, showing him her claws.

“Be careful. They are sharp."

It was as if she didn't have to tell him that, taking her paw carefully between two hands, massively dwarfing even his hands that he had thought, before, were large and masculine. She flexed her paw and he gave a tiny gasp, her claws poking out a little more, teasing his fingers between her toes, across the large pads. Zuri was a predator through and through and, without thinking, he leaned in a little closer to her, his fascination as rapt as his desire.

And yet there was still so very much left unspoken, things that he should never have had to consider before bedding a partner, heart thumping, her nostrils twitching as Wyatt was sure, so very sure, that the stunning lioness scented his need. What did he smell like to her? Was he prey, just prey, no more than prey? Or could there be something more between them, a relationship that could even transcend the boundaries of predator and prey?

He could hope. But there were questions left to be asked, hanging heavily in the air between them.

“What happens..." He cleared his throat, pushing out. “What happens when you take boys...men...home?"

He had to know, had to hear it from her. Although Wyatt did not know what answer he was expecting.

“If you come home with me, I will likely eat you," she said, the bartender placing a large dish of a sweet beverage before her, presented so that it was easier for her to drink from it. “I have a legal right, you should know this, but only within my own home and if you consent to come into my home. Once you are in there, you are my prey."

The world lingered on her lips, rolling forth tenaciously as if Zuri savoured it as much as Wyatt did. He nodded, though was shakier than he would have liked.

“I ate on Sunday morning, the boy you saw," she clarified subtly, Wyatt hanging on her every word. “I mate with my prey, my boys, and the sex is glorious. So, the choice, as you see it, is entirely yours. I am not in the habit of going below board and forcing prey into my home when so many come oh so very readily."

He didn't doubt that, even as question after question swirled around his head, chasing the tail of the one that raced before it.

“Can I... What if I'm really good in bed though?" He tried, grasping at straws that weren't there. “Will you eat me then? What are the actual chances that you will eat me?"

She chuckled, tail swishing around to brush against his leg, electrifying even through his trousers. The tension lurking in the air between them all but crackled.

“Oh, little gazelle... I am hungry: of course, I would eat you. It's not as simple as eating something else. Humans are my prey and that is the way it is meant to be."

“Goats!" He held up his hands, a goofy grin on his face regardless of how hard his heart was pounding. “What if I bring you goats or even a cow? I can go out to the country, find a way to bring a whole one back to you..."

He did not say out loud that it would have been intensely erotic to see her devouring those creatures, toes curling and flexing within his shoes, smart and black and shiny for work. He had to see her, had to take note of her, had to be with her, the lioness' fangs gleaming with saliva, her maw hanging open to expose the canine teeth further back, how they powerfully lined her incredibly strong jaws. She could crush and crack bone, lick it clean of the flesh that made up a boy, and think nothing of it. But all he wanted to do was to bed her.

“Are you rough?" He asked in a terribly small voice that did not sound as if it came from him. “Do you...hurt those you take home before you..?"

He couldn't finish the question but she knew what he meant either way.

“No," she purred softly, or as softly as a lioness was able. “I prefer candlelight to anything of a coarse nature. Tender, loving... I like to take my time. I like to enjoy the pleasure of having another body up against mine before I eat my prey."

Another empty glass clanked back onto the bar top and, without thinking, Wyatt raised his hand for another. He didn't consider how the alcohol was breaking down his inhibitions, only that his cock hardened even further with want for her, need roaring, blasting through him with fiery intent.

She was a romantic – what could go wrong? Wyatt was proud of his skills in bed, he could eat her out all night: he could definitely make it so she did not want to eat him, he was sure of it. His head hazed over, lust lingering, teasing through him, a throb and drive to his body that made him want to be under her right there and then, face crushed softly into her cunny.

“Well..." Wyatt was set to push his luck. “What if we just have sex and I leave? What about that?"

Zuri considered him for a moment, ears fixed on him, the human claiming every last bit of her attention. What he didn't know was that was a question that had been posed to her many times before. Everyone thought they were the exception to the rule.

“You can leave anytime, if you wish," she purred, licking her lips. “But, come morning or the following night after another round, if you are pleasing to me then, I will devour you. I am not hungry for a full meal yet but I will be very soon."

His heart lifted. There was his chance, his opening, what no one that had come before him had seen or known. The distance between them was closed as she brushed up against him and, as boldly as he was able, he stroked her foreleg, the softness of her fur exquisite. If there had been any lingering doubt in his mind about his sexual prowess, his ability to ensure that he was not eaten, it was renewed right there and then. He didn't have to get eaten and he could just leave after sex! Why hadn't she just told him that before? Wyatt had no reason to not trust her and the bartender watching him surely wouldn't have let him do anything if it was going to end in him dying. He smiled confidently at her and the mare bartender raised her eyebrows, tail swishing. There were many tales that she could have told him but the human was not set to listen, which was unfortunate for both him and her, taking away one of her biggest draws to the bar as others tried to get him to go home with them, plying him with expensive liquor and food, all the best from the bar.

But he never asked and Zuri paid both of their bar tabs, making sure that everything was in order on her leaving. His shoulder was at hers as they walked side by side, the feral lioness huge and dominating even then. Leaving in his car was another thing entirely as he helped her to sprawl out in the back seat, the weight distribution off with her muscled bulk but it was okay for short distances. Her scent filled the car, richly feline and wild, and he could not help but inhale deeply over and over again, losing himself, though he perhaps should not have been driving with what he had drunk.

In a moment, he pulled up at her house, her directions to a ground floor apartment easy enough to follow, expansive within, although he felt quite as if he was moving through a dream. Everything was light while his stride bounced on the balls of his feet, letting her nudge him into the bedroom, a raspy chuckle on her lips as she eased him on and into the passion that she truly wanted from him.

And he was more than obliging, allowing her to rend his clothes from his body, claws ripping and tearing, though never the once cutting skin or even hinting at it. It was a raw demonstration of her power and her control, every tiny movement that she made shockingly deliberate. She could have taken him at that very moment but Zuri chose not to, her lips finding his as she bore him down to the bed with a passionate growl, their lips coming together for the most lustful kiss that Wyatt had ever experienced.

It was strange, so very strange, drinking in her scent and the taste of her as she kissed him, tongues tangling – well, her tongue was more dominant, of course, pushing his back as he whimpered into her mouth. It was hard not to fall into the arms of sweet submission too quickly, something in him reminding him that he had to keep his wits about him, his senses sharp, though she was so luxuriously dominant that she made it easy for him to look to her. He tipped his head to the side to better kiss her, leaning into her touch, raking his fingers tenderly through her fur, which was thicker than he had expected it to be. Earlier, she had explained to him that her fur helped keep her cool in the heat of harsher climates, where she was naturally designed to live, but that was hard to cling onto when he yearned for her lust so devotedly.

Her raspy tongue swept over his face, cleaning him, purring softly as he adored her, rubbing down her neck, the muscles there larger than he may have otherwise expected. Yet Zuri was a beast, a beautiful beast, the apex predator of dreams that he had not even known was possible. The power of her body was even more evident up close as he kissed down her neck, letting her roll onto her back, the sheets tangled around her tail and hind legs, though he only had one goal.

Still, Wyatt could more than afford to take his time in working his way down her body, massaging her chest, working through her fur, languishing and loving attention on her, making the most of every last moment that was afforded to him. There simply did not seem to be any other way for it, needing to savour it, to lock every last detail of everything into his mind forevermore. From the rise of her chest to the dip of her waist, how her legs pushed out and the muscle of her legs bunched up even then, her body ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. Everything about her drew him in and Wyatt moaned luxuriously, not needing to hide it as he kissed her fur, lips brushing her feline nipples through her coat, teasing and nibbling, showing her all that his body could do if only she allowed him to stay with her a while longer.

Yet the treat was her cunny and he dove between her legs for that slit with great relish, tongue running down the touch of pink skin there, though her fur coated her body right up to the very edge of her sex. He kissed it reverently, amazed that he had even made it that far, though her slit was so alluring to him, the faint aroma of her, however clean she was, rising forth intoxicatingly. If he had been under her spell before all that was increased tenfold as he slipped his tongue inside, seeking out all that would please her, a heavy paw curling around to his back, pushing him down.

Yes...

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He sank into sweet submission, his rightful place, pushing his tongue in and out of her, seeking out the spots that made her quiver the most alluringly. Her body was so different to anyone he had ever slept with before that he could barely contain himself, learning everything anew, though there was a particularly sensitive patch right by the entrance to her cunny that made her twitch and huff, licking her lips. Wyatt bore down on that, flicking and curling his tongue around, even pushing his fingers into her too as he sought out the most sensitive spots of her slit with the very tip of his tongue, gentleness and pleasure the order of the night.

“Mm..." She purred. “Come now, lamb... You can go deeper than that."

It was a goad and a demand wrapped up together and he leaned into pleasing her all the more luxuriously, fingers driving as deep as she wanted him to, tongue lashing, flicking around. Her body twitched around him, his hand splayed flat on her belly, though there was still evidence of raw power in her set and pose, the fact that she was on her back by no means putting her on the bottom of their liaison. Lapping deeper and deeper, he curled and flicked his tongue inside her, seeking out that spot of pleasure that would bring a roar to her lips.

Zuri groaned and trembled under him, the rise of pleasure seeping through, tingling up, wanting to come. And she was going to let it too as she let out a feral yowl of raw lust, her body rocking eagerly against Wyatt even though she could not get her hind paws under her to use some leverage against him in such a position. That was all well and good, however, as he clung to her, holding onto her legs, though the strength of her muscles far surpassed him, the lioness' tail lashing as he slurped every last little bit of her luscious juices that he could.

However, a lioness like her had a keenness about her that had her on her paws, towering over Wyatt as he slumped to the side, the blankets shifting under her weight. She licked her lips, those huge jaws so very close to his head, and he cowered in awe of her, his cock rock hard and rigid, a thick dollop of pre-cum sliding slickly down the length, though it was tenaciously slow in its passage.

She could not resist and had no reason to hold back either, ears twitching to catch Wyatt's gasp as she engulfed his cock in her maw. It was such a vulnerable position for him to be in, the lioness so much larger than he was, though it was almost as if, by that point, he had very little say in what happened to him with so much swirling around in his head, need chasing need, the lust of it all colliding with how much alcohol too that he'd imbibed. It was all too much, so very much, and all he could do was grasp at the sheets, panting heavily, as she rasped her tongue along the length of his cock.

No words came from Zuri but she didn't need to speak while she was tasting her prey, Wyatt shivering, not a man by any means but less than that to her. She was a predator and he was so very small and weak in comparison to her, a weak male that did better on his knees than on his feet. Her tongue coaxed and twisted around his cock, more flexible than he may have expected, drawing moan after moan from his lips. If there had been any question about how lost he was before anything more had come to pass between them, it was swept from his mind in that moment alone.

He rocked his hips, clinging to her, fingers running lovingly through her fur over and over again, taking in every last part of her that he could. It was a moment that he wanted to remember forever, though even Zuri could not stop her teeth from grazing his cock, even the brush of the smoother side of her fangs enough to make him jump as he flinched and groaned. He was not even sure that he would have asked her to stop even if she had nicked his cock, the idea of blood mixing with her saliva and his pre-cum oddly tantalising to him. It was not something though that he could expend much mental energy on considering in such a state, moaning and whimpering for her, a boy on his back and utterly at her mercy.

The lioness did not spare his balls either as she explored his body, though Wyatt thanked his lucky stars that he'd thought to shave them beforehand. They were as smooth and as ready for her tongue as they were ever going to be as she tenderly scooped them into her mouth, taking his entire sack onto her tongue. Clutching at the bed, all he could do was submit to her, knowing that the lioness could do absolutely anything to him right there and then and he would be powerless to stop her. All he could do was trust her despite all other evidence, what she had even said to him, relishing and reeling in the heated sear of her tongue caressing his nuts, coating them in her saliva.

Her maw was huge, big enough to surely take his entire hips and loins into her jaws in one go, tongue sweeping up to caress his cock all over again as he tried to hold back, chest shuddering. She was beautiful, dangerous, feral – everything that he could have ever wanted in a woman, although her lips pressing around his cock was oddly sweet, drawing a sigh from his lips that surprised even Wyatt. The boy collapsed back onto the bed, muscles loose, giving up much as her prey would have done if she'd been out on the savannah, hunting more agile prey. Smirking around his cock, however, it was that moment that the deadly lioness with her claws out and already extended knew that her submissive boy was ready.

There was only one way that a submissive boy like Wyatt could truly please Zuri and that was in making love to her as she'd wanted him to, the candles lit around them, flickering flames dancing shadows off the walls. Moving over her as she drew back, licking her lips, from his cock, he tried to cover her body with his own, woefully outclassed and barely reaching her chest, although the lioness helpfully curled her body up with the air of the pillows so that they would be face to face. Slipping his hands around her, holding her close, Wyatt groaned deep in the back of his throat as he pushed into her for the very first time, his thick, hard length questing for her wet sweetness.

His eyes closed and he moaned his loudest yet, rolling his hips, unable to help himself. He needed her, needed everything about her – why ever had he considered not having sex with her? It seemed ludicrous now that he had exactly what he wanted, Zuri panting and moaning as he thrust, letting his long, smooth strokes please every part of her that he could reach. There was no rush and he took his time in making love to her, hardly seeing it as fucking. Maybe that was what his one night stands and quick flings with other furs had been, as hot as they'd been, but there was something more between him and the lioness, something that would carry them forward into a time unlike any other. He pushed into her, though he would never have said that he was in control, moaning out loud, the aroma of her breath washing over him, drawing him more and more into her hold as he did all he could to please her. The tightness of her folds was intoxicating and he could not have pulled out, rocking his hip smoothly while his heart still raced from the teasing caress of her tongue that she had only just been treating his cock to a few moments before.

Delirious with lust, he caressed her face, fingers running boldly over her jaws, her fangs, up over and around her eyes, as they mated. It was not sex but it was not quite love yet either, something that Wyatt would come to see in time. Yet he could not resist the call that drove him on to rock his hips, glutes tensing, his body primed to please her. He could only thank all of his practice for the stamina he had, bringing her to a swiftly yowling orgasm, presumably from his oral attention at the start.

Her climax was like nothing else he'd ever experienced, tensing around him, though her cunny pulsed in a calculated ripple that seemed quite as if she was in control of every last bit of her body. Everything about Zuri was deliberate even as she allowed him to please her, hips working, that spire of a shaft grinding up against the best spots inside her, the best angle hitting home with every stroke. The lioness' tail lashed, sweeping down against his legs, ears twitching back and forth, but her eyes fixed on her human prey the whole time, the intensity of her almost disconcerting in the heat of a moment that should have been the ultimate in passion.

She'd not forgotten what the boy was there for.

Puffing over her, Wyatt slowed for a moment, concealing his need, needing to please her more than even he needed to get off. One orgasm would not be enough to give Zuri, to please her, and he let the pulsing walls of her cunny massage his length, coaxing drop after drop of pre-cum into her. Yet he would not cum before she was perfectly satisfied, setting the task for him that no one else could have ever achieved, driving in deliberately, gripping her body, clasping her close.

And the lioness leaned into him for every thrust, purring, the low rumble of her pleasure mounting more and more as she edged towards the next peak of climax. It was hers to take and she relaxed into the thrill of it as Wyatt fucked her, his cock slipping home, her cunny wetly wrapped around him.

He surprised even her and, indeed, if she had been in the mood for mercy, that may have done the trick for her, bringing the lioness to orgasm after orgasm, sweat dripping from his body to her fur. Yet Zuri purred for him the whole while, his crotch flush with her fur with each stroke, driving on, panting more and more heavily as he desperately sought out the delirium of his high.

It hit him suddenly, a sudden rush of pleasure as she yowled, showing her fangs, the pink of her tongue and the inside of her maw, everything that made her such a predator, a creature to be reckoned with. He was not her better but her prey and Wyatt's cock throbbed, howling out brokenly as he slammed in, losing control as he tipped over the edge, the feral nature of their liaison cutting him to the quick like claws slicing into flesh. Yet he was whole and healthy and gasping as he spilt his seed into her, filling her passage even as it oozed and trickled out around the still rampantly thrusting length of his cock.

Content, they finally drifted off to sleep together with his cock still inside her, though it would undoubtedly slip out during the night, his lioness of the night satisfied for the time being. It had been more than his best performance ever, the best he had ever done in his whole life, whimpering softly as he nuzzled into her chest, her soft fur and strong chest better than any pillow on which to rest his head.

Despite the danger he was in, Wyatt sighed happily, the rise and fall of her chest and flanks sending him into the deepest of slumbers.

There was nowhere else he would have rather have been.

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Waking the next morning, Wyatt woke first, having slipped down her body a little in the middle of the night. It didn't matter too much to him and put him in prime position to nuzzle down the length of her body, forgetting her promise, the words that he had forgotten to live by. His lips found her cunny and he thought only of pleasing her, waking her with gentle laps of his tongue and her first, yowling orgasm of the day.

Arching her back, the lioness stretched out and rolled onto her front, panting lightly, eyes alight and tail lashing. That didn't stop Wyatt, however, as he nuzzled under her tail with a chuckle, hardly dissuaded, finding her cunny again and slipping his fingers inside. It was a hard position to get his mouth into and he lay back on the bed, trying it upside down, though Zuri made it easier still for him by shuffling back and, quite literally, sitting on his face, pressing his lips to just the spot that she wanted.

His fingers would have to wait for another time, he thought, moaning into her sex as her orgasmic juices flooded his face, making his chin sticky, the light stubble there needing taking care of once again. It didn't matter though that she saw him rough and unshaven and even thoughts of going to work slipped from his mind in lieu of her, sweeter pleasures, sunshine streaming in through her wide, bedroom window with the curtains opened just enough. Her cunny was all that mattered to him, the strong muscle of her legs, how her tail swept back over his chest and stomach, the soft musk of her the most alluring aroma he had ever had the good grace to inhale. He couldn't get enough of her, the bed creaking lightly beneath the combined weight of their bodies, need rising, his cock throbbing too hard and delicious attention, already painted with drops of his pre-cum.

Little did he know how Zuri's eyes fixed on his cock, licking her chops, the set of her body rigid with intent. He didn't feel her stomach rumbling, too caught up in bringing her off another time, the lioness stifling a half-roar of pure pleasure as she rocked and ground her slit down on his face, using him as the prey-item he was in the interim to her true desire.

“Now..."

She moved away, allowing him to breathe easily, though Wyatt's chest rose and fell sharply, panting heavily. What a rush... Would he get to fuck her again? Would she let him? Oh, he didn't know how much time he had left...

What he did not expect, however, was her teeth gently but firmly sinking into his leg and dragging him off the low bed. He landed on the floor with a bump, though he didn't know whether his yell of pain came from the impact or the insistent press of her teeth.

“Hey!" He tried to laugh it off, eyes watering. “I can give you another round, it's okay, you don't have to get rough with me."

Cocking her head, Zuri licked her lips again.

“No, you have been more than sufficiently pleasing. But, now, it is time for me to feed."

“What? No!"

He flailed but she had him firmly, towing him from the bedroom as he slid over the floor, though, even then, Wyatt was careful not to kick her in the face, trying not to hurt her. It was wrong, she'd said he could leave at any time, but he didn't want to leave at all, not when it seemed like the option to stay with her forever was right there at his fingertips, lingering a hair's breadth beyond his reach.

“You said I could leave," he puffed. “I'm... I'm going to leave...right now!"

“Are you?"

Having brought him to where she wanted, the calm space of her feeding room with an easy to clean floor and option to dispose of what remained of her meals at the end, Zuri sat back on her haunches, watching him. His cock was still hard and, fighting with himself, Wyatt bit his lip. The droplet of blood that rose there should have turned his stomach but it brought another lusty throb to his cock instead, need teasing through, whimpering and quivering before her gaze.

Could he stand up to Zuri? She had warned him, after all...and he was in her domain. She lapped down his body as if she was taking her time, though her eyes never once left him, watching and waiting all the while just to see what he would do. He was still groggy, however, from not waking all that long ago as the lioness loomed, casually nuzzling at his crotch, the hardness of his cock rising to her attention.

There was a want there that neither of them acknowledged aloud, though silently. It didn't need to be drawn attention to any more than it already had, her lips descending, teeth flashing, though she was not as careful that time with her fangs as she had been the night before. Frozen as if paralyzed, though he was quite sure he could have moved if he needed to, Wyatt's chest heaved, half-turning, half-scrambling, but not really going anywhere. A heavy paw weighing down his stomach was all that she needed to keep him in place, luxuriating in the taste of his cock, pre-cum slurped up and straight down her throat, an appetiser for the meal that was yet to come.

A part of him broke away, floating and drifting, not quite accepting – but nearly there. His eyes closed halfway, wanting to see but not at the same time. Maybe she was just toying with him, pretending that she was going to feed on him. She still wanted his body, that much was clear, and Zuri's tongue was so erotically soothing that he could barely stop himself from climaxing all over again right away, shooting his load into her muzzle. There was a lot of his cock to adore too and he thought that that must have been why she was taking her time with him, yes, surely, enjoying his meat in a different way than she may have teased at.

Yes... No... No, she wouldn't really eat him, surely not. He groaned, cock throbbing up against her tongue, on the edge of climaxing all over again, orgasm thrumming up to the forefront of his mind. He wanted it, she wanted it, wanted him – not for feeding! But how could he be sure of anything when his cock was in her maw, tingling and throbbing vivaciously on the edge of something that there was no coming back from?

Wyatt may have thought that but, truly, he was fooling himself and he knew it too. The prey, after all, never escaped a predator such as Zuri, the lioness far too skilled a huntress to let him get away scot-free, though she took the gift of his final orgasm into her maw with relish. Lapping and slurping, she gulped down all that Wyatt had to offer – and there was still so much more to come, his flesh and need ready in her mouth, cock turgid and ready for the sharper edge of her fangs.

Wyatt's hands swept over her head, around her ears, his fingers weaker than ever. He couldn't do anything, couldn't stop her, wouldn't stop her – and, oh, what a difference there was between could and would.

The lioness eyed him up, watching and waiting for that ultimate sign of acceptance from her prey, savouring the taste of his seed in her mouth, though there was still more to come, cocooned in the sweet seclusion of his balls. Wyatt's mind reeled, orgasm sensual, pounding through him, his brain lost to overwhelming sensation while she loomed. What could he do against her? The lioness already had him – the weakest of the weak, the lowest of the low, just a human boy – right where she wanted him. But would he let her go all the way?

He whispered a single word that would cease to have any meaning once the deed was done, the lioness purring as she moved over him, her head questing down the length of his body. His heart leapt and he was about to say something more but it was too late to turn things back, her jaws closing gently around the length of her prey's cock and balls, teeth pressing in... And then cutting deep, slicing through the meat of him, for that's all he was to her as he cried out in pain, twisting and scrambling, his body striving to live even then.

Yet she did not spare words on the boy that had become her meal, sitting on his chest and pinning him efficiently down as she left him without his genitals, chewing them thoughtful, teeth puncturing his balls for a delicious explosion of flavour on her tongue. There was nothing more delectable than the genitalia and that was why she took her liberties with that part of her prey first, Wyatt's chest fluttering beneath her, though the weight of her body made breathing more difficult for him even then.

Pain lanced through him like the bite of a red-hot needle but there was a strange sort of pleasure too, ecstasy in the nuances of terror, curling through, sinking down. If there ever was a state of submission that he had not yet reached, it was at the point of being devoured, his body rolling up without his consent, her teeth locking into his thighs. It was strange, painful yet strange, to feel his flesh being stripped from him so methodically, Zuri growling as she tore meaty rends from him, his body but meat to her.

Maybe that was what he'd always been, he thought, pain wavering so that he felt quite as if he was on the edge of blacking out, even though he hoped that he would linger, experience what was left of his short life. There didn't seem to be anything left for him but to accept it, the lioness moving up his body, holding him down with her paws on his chest, sinking her teeth into his stomach for the treat of his guts. The organs were often the sweetest part of her prey and he blinked, turning his head away as a metallic twang of blood caught his nostrils. That smell wasn't for him, not in his final moments, desire tingling, fading into the dull course of pain. Yet Wyatt didn't want to linger in the pain either, grunting, not sure what sounds he was making over the wet smack and crunch of Zuri feeding.

She cracked his ribs open and that was harder, breath fading, slipping down, losing sense of reality. He could not stay there forever and he imagined his hand lifting, caressing her, thanking her for the time she had spent with him. For Wyatt could not be sad, even then, that his life had come to a close, for he had gone out in style fulfilling his purpose in life: pleasing the greatest goddess of a lioness in the whole wide world, filling her belly as she had filled his heart.

It was all he could have asked for as the darkness claimed him, pain fading as he grew numb, though his cock could no longer throb in ecstasy. It wasn't there anymore and knowing that made him giddy, lips parting, breath rattling out – what was left of it anyway. There would be no need for that as she fed on his stomach, his legs battered and torn, choosing the choicest pieces of meat from his body, carving him open like a cow at the butchers.

Her purrs were the last thing he heard as she feasted on him, murmuring to him and complimenting his taste as if she had had a paw in how he was flavoured. It was just his natural taste, he wanted to tell her, though he was glad too, in a way, that he had been pleasing to Zuri. It was all he could have hoped for as he faded, dimly aware of her delving into his belly, pulling out his intestines, letting no part of him go to waste as she even chewed on his ribs.

He held on for as long as he could but, ultimately, there was only one way it could end, blackness sweeping over him, leaving him only with fading, dulled sensation, a blur of knowing what was happening even as his mind couldn't quite get to grips with it either. It was his fate, his destiny of sorts, sides slick with blood, the flesh of him lost to the cause of another. Zuri's purrs rumbled through him and he rolled in them, letting them turn him and turn him, his body soon to become a part of her, providing sustenance to her, his acceptance resolute.

It was as it was meant to be.

She had warned him.

And, to Wyatt, it had all been worth it.