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The ceremony had been short - little more than a few words, a rope tied around their wrists, and then they were mates.

She was old for him - there was no denying that. Their pairing was unconventional, was strange. A lioness nearing the end of her prime (though looking at her, one would never know it) with a young lion only barely old enough to be mated. But she was still heating, still young enough to bear cubs, to contribute in such a way to their pride.

So it was that Jendayi was picked to be Temba's mate, and that was that. He'd hardly been able to take his eyes off of her as the words were spoken, as the rope was wound about their wrists then tugged off, as they pressed their foreheads together to show their bond before their families.

The party, though, lasted until the sun began to set, to cast the grasses and their fur into shades of gold and red, and then so it was they were sent away to their tent with calls of congratulations and wishes of fertility, for it was impossible to miss the way Jendayi's breasts swung even larger than usual, her lower lips flushed red and gleaming, just slightly parted if you dared to look.

But that wonderful heat that radiated off her cunt, the slick that glistened on the inside of her thighs, was only for her husband, only for Temba.

The tent was made up for them.

A pile of furs elbow-deep sat in the middle, ready for their 'activities', several decanters of water along the walls to keep them hydrated. The ground had been littered with straw and, though Temba had been very well trained, this was Jendayi, a lioness any animal would give their arm to have even an hour with, and he found himself going wide-eyed, praying she couldn't see the blush he could feel burning beneath his fur, fighting to keep his tail from giving him away.

She burned.

Jendayi was not new to heats. She'd been suffering them for well-gone twenty years, after all. But this was her first one mated - and Temba was young, was virile, handsome and promising. She knew he'd been trained, had mated men and women both, and couldn't wait to have him beneath her, to have him pounding in her so deep she could taste him, to have his seed fill her up until there was no way she wasn't going to have his cubs.

Shamelessly, she reached down and rubbed at her flushed lips, fingers coming away gleaming with slick. Temba's nose twitched, turning to face her, and he was sure his face would combust as she, in a split-second decision, began to lap her fingers - an invitation as much as she was trying to get them clean.

God, but he wanted.

God, but he was afraid of disappointing her. She had twenty years of experience on him, was entering her heat - what if he couldn't satisfy her? What if she didn't like it? What if she was stuck with a mate that wouldn't be able to give her what she wanted, what she needed?

Her eyes narrowed, and her ears flattened back when he didn't move, "Kneel!"

And though it was only barely a shout, the command in it shot through to his bones, and he knelt, dropping down so suddenly that the force rattled him, knocking his teeth together. The straw, thankfully, protected his knees from any true damage, but he could have broken them for all he cared, as he found himself eye-level with her swollen, inflamed cunt, nose twitching with the musk of it.

"Lick," she commanded, and quite happily he did so, grabbing hold of her thighs, large and taut and just slightly too big to fit in his hands, perfect, pressing his cold nose against her burning cunt (she shuddered) and breathed deep, allowing himself just the faintest taste of her scent, of the heat that burned his nose, before licking a stripe up her cunt.

The lioness shuddered, throwing her head back and reaching down to tangle her fingers in his mane, tugging and pushing him against her mound, "Lick," with a growl to her voice, and so he did, pressing himself such to her that his nose throbbed, licking and lapping until his jaw throbbed, until his tongue ached, but he didn't mind, not at all, she tasted wonderful, better than any he'd had before, consistency like the finest of honeys, soaking his muzzle and slipping down his throat.

His cock swelled between his legs, flushing a handsome red as it began to perk up, and without thinking he reached down to squeeze it, to stroke, to try and relieve some of the pressure, but she grabbed his mane and pushed him away, the young lion dropping back to sit on his heels and look at her pitifully, eyes wide and face gleaming with her juices. "No," Jendayi shook her head, staring at his cock hungrily, unable to tear her eyes away from even the pre-cum beading on the dark tip, "you will not waste a single drop of your cum, you will only cum in me."

And he had to grab the base of his cock to keep from cumming, from releasing at her words - he was no quick-shot, had been trained out of spilling before his partner had found their pleasure, but those words, oh, those words, he whined, bending double, hips bucking pitifully.

"Good boy," she crooned, and he could have cried, the lioness coaxing him to his feet, reaching down to fondle his cock that ached, that throbbed, and he could have cum then and there if she hadn't clutched beneath his balls, taking his weight against her breasts when his knees buckled - oh, but he was so sensitive, it hurt so good!

"Need you," he whined, and she purred, pulling him in for a rough kiss, nipping at his lips and working her tongue between them; he was more than happy to allow her in, and reached up to wrap his arm around her neck. She worked him slowly, turning him around to be face to face with her, her hazel eyes, burning with her heat season, locked on his.

God, but she needed him so badly. But the more worked up he was, the better. The better he'd fuck her, the deeper he'd reach, the better he'd breed her.

So she mauled his mouth, nipped and tugged and guided him as she reached down to stroke his cock, slowly guiding him back towards the pelts, squeezing the base of it every time she felt him begin to throb.

She refused to let Temba waste so much as a single drop.

They stopped right in front of the furs, a disappointed groan tearing from the lion's throat. He opened his eyes, "Where-?" when she began to peel herself away from him, but found himself very well shut up when she pushed passed him, sashaying and putting an extra sway to her hips, before clambering onto the furs, luxuriously stretching her back before crossing her arms to rest her chin on them, very pointedly spreading her legs to display her cunt, long begun to drip, flicking her tail out of the way.

He was on his knees behind her before she'd managed to get comfortable, his thumbs digging into the globes of her ass as he spread her wide, rumbling his appreciation before leaning forward and dragging his tongue along her swollen limbs.

The lioness gasped, stretched out just that little bit more, and gritted "Good boy,"

and it drove him on, lapping faster and harder, adjusting himself to keep from rutting his cock on the pelts for fear of cumming, not wanting to disobey her, allowing it to bob uselessly in the air, dripping fit to make a faucet jealous. His tongue slipped inside her, then, and she screamed, loud and shrill; he responded with a deep groan, his nose pressed against her, soaked and uncomfortable but she smelled so good, felt so wonderful around him, hot and wet, that he didn't care in the least.

She clenched tight around his tongue, convulsing, her hands kneading in the pelts, claws shredding the furs beneath them, scream rising in pitch, and he had to reach up and clasp her thighs to keep his balance, refusing to stop though he was held in place as they clenched tight around his head, tugging at the hair of his mane, until she went limp, gasping for breath.

The lioness panted, looking back at him over her shoulder, eyes heady, taking in the young lion - eyes bright, face soaked in her fluids, breathing rapidly. "Fuck... fuck me!" she demanded - receiving pleasure was nice, she'd never turn it down, and he was proving very nice, very biddable, and she could see a very nice, very prosperous mateship, but tonight was about breeding, about being filled with his cubs.

They could play later.

His eyes widened - oh, happily! - and he scrambled to mount her, shaking fingers grasping voluptuous hips, fumbling such was his excitement. She stretched, arched her back even deeper to present herself to him, and when he bucked his hips, jabbed her ineffectually, and then did the same again, she reached back, took him in hand - grinned not-unkindly when he moaned - and aligned the head of his cock with her cunt.

Her hand wasn't even clear when he jerked his hips and plunged inside her as deep as he could go.

Like a jackrabbit, he pounded hard and fast. Mumbled praise into her ear as he grasped her, grip growing tighter and tighter, shook apart with the force of it until, with a loud shout, painfully quickly from how pent up he'd been, he began to spill inside her, shouting with every thrust that painted her insides with cum, tail lashing and eyes watering, ears flat against his skull.

With a whimper, not a bang, he slumped down on her back, trembling as he fought to catch his breath.

They laid, for a moment, but as his cock softened his seed began to leak out of her, and she squirmed, twisting about and knocked him off herself, the younger lion toppling onto his side. "We're not done," she burred, but he stared at her, wide eyed and panting, and didn't move, so she huffed her frustration, "C'mon, Temba, fuck me," the words were little more than a purr, rumbling deep in her chest, "Make me yours, fill me up until I'm swollen with it." fuck, his cock twitched, made a valiant effort at rising, and the lion shuddered.

"Fuck me, breed me up, fill me with your cum, with your seed, fill me with your cubs." Ooh, he jolted, his hips bucking, and then she captured his cock in her hand and he was gone, shouting and fisting the furs as she swallowed him down, humming at his taste.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted, struggling against her hands that pinned his hips to the furs. Though he'd been nearly flacid when she took him down, he quickly grew to attention with the bobbing of her head, reaching down and tangling his fingers in her hair to ground himself.

"Fuck, Jendayi, fuck, don't stop, please,"

but of course she did once she was satisfied that he was hot and hard and wanting, his pre-cum dripping salty on her tongue. Sat back, allowing his cock to slip from her mouth, a strand of saliva snapping as it slapped against his stomach.

Thunder rumbled, far away, as she tugged at his mane, "Up, Temba!" the command brooking no argument, and so he followed as she guided him to stretch out on the furs, licking his lips at the sight of his seed oozing down her slick-soaked thighs.

And then, oh!, she reached down, swiping her fingers through his seed, loling her head back as she pressed her cum-covered fingers inside of herself, beginning to thrust and stretch and scissor, any cum that was coaxed out carefully pushed back in. He groaned, his cock jerking, and wanted nothing more than to touch himself, but he didn't dare avert his eyes.

She scooted up, and he reached to cradle her hips without thinking, supporting her as she found her balance. "Don't move," she barked, and he stilled though he wanted to arch and fuck his hips into her hand as the lioness grabbed his cock, aligning it with her cunt, her hips wiggling as she tried to get comfortable above him.

And then, so abruptly he flinched, she dropped down. Her head snapped back with a grunt and he shouted, scrabbling to get his paws braced against the furs. "Shit, shit!" his claws digging into her hips. Jendayi didn't give him a moment to adjust, beginning to fuck him roughly, arching her back as she found her pleasure, rutting her hips down forcefully.

"Come on Temba," she shouted, "fuck me, fill me up, breed me!" and he tried to fuck up into her, but was knocked off balance when she slammed her hips down - she reached down and grabbed him by the hips, rolling him up into her until he managed to pick up her pace and then it was a matter of bucking heartbeat quick, even then still struggling to keep up with her desperation.

Never did she shut up, gasping "Fuck me, fill me, breed me," all the while, and every few words he'd gasp back, "Yes, yes, of course, you're mine," until finally he gave into the temptation of her swinging, pendulous breasts and leaned up, lapping at the nipple of one and, then, when she gasped and began to shudder, cumming violently around him, began to lap and nip and suckle at it.

She came again when he pinched her other tit, and he unraveled. He shouted as though he were being stuck by a porcupine, arched up and fucked his hips so quickly she had to lean forward and grab onto him to keep from being unseated, his seed a tangible warmth inside of her. But she wasn't satisfied with that, he wasn't even limp inside her before she was moving atop him, grinding down long and slow, "Fuck me, don't stop, make me pregnant," and though he was boneless, whimpering and over-sensitive he grabbed her hips and ground back, thanking every god he knew and then some that she was taking pity, being kind in that she was moving slowly as she worked to make him erect once more.

The moment he was, though, she was back to fucking him. Picked up her pace until his burning thighs struggled to keep up, until he was gasping for her, "Please, please," and she leaned forward to kiss him, nipping at his lips and sticking her tongue in his mouth, and though he was panting already he surrendered to the kiss, allowed her to twine her tongue with his. One of his hands remained on her hip while the other came up to pinch and twist and tease the tit he'd only barely touched, basking in the way she shuddered, her walls, sopping wet, beginning to leak his seed down his cock, on his crotch and his thighs, clenching down on him, and stars flared behind his eyelids because oh god he hadn't known it was possible to be so sensitive.

"Come on, good boy Temba, fuck me, just one more, fill me up, fill me full, give me your seed, give me your cum, give me your cubs!" she rambled, and when she squeezed again - he did.

His eyes rolled back, and he saw white. His hips bucked violently, pitching her forward until she was laying on his chest. He yelled, and he yelled, and he yelled, louder it felt than any of the cracks of thunder, and surely even the rain that poured outside wouldn't cover up the sounds of his shouts?

His hands came up, scrabbling at her, seeking purchase, finally clutching at her shoulders as he arched, bracing his feet in the furs and fucking into her harder than ever before, shouting until his voice went hoarse, cumming until her stomach bulged, and she reached down to rub herself off and felt cum leeking out from around him, spurting and spilling with each throb of his cock, until finally he went limp beneath her, gasping for breath.

She remained sat atop him until he went limp, then reached down to plug herself with her own fingers and carefully rolled onto her side, allowing herself to rest her head on his chest. The younger lion opened his eyes a slit, fucked exhausted, and smiled at her.

"Good boy, Temba."

He had to have gotten her pregnant, surely? Her thighs, his cock and his crotch, were thick, sticky and white with seed, but even still it was leaking from around her fingers, dripping from the head of his spent penis, limp on his stomach.

Temba would be a very good mate.