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The kicking.

The back aches.

The paw aches.

The cravings.

Most would have reached the point of irritation. Would have been snapping, wanting nothing to do with intimacy, wanting nothing to do with the one who had put them in such a situation.

Jendayi, though, had only fallen even more in love with her Temba. He had given her one of the most precious gifts one could be given, and how could she ever hate him for such a thing? And, though she'd adored him from the moment she'd laid eyes on him - his beautiful, golden fur, his soft brown mane - he'd only become, if it were possible, even more attractive; she found herself burying her muzzle in his mane when she was nearby, always trying to convince him to be the one to cook though she were perfectly capable. Oh, but she craved his cooking!

But she longed for his touch even more. The feel of his fingers on her skin, running through her mane, the press of his lips on hers. The stretch of his cock spreading her open, pumping into her whether lazily or roughly she didn't care so long as it was him, him above or, more and more often as her stomach swelled, below her. He seemed to feel the same, willing to spend hours beneath her, sucking and licking at her growing tits, lapping and stroking her stomach and stretch marks, kneeling at her feet and rubbing her paws when they started to hurt.

But it wasn't just she who was being affected. He was nervous - going from being an unmated lion, only just barely an adult, to having a heavily pregnant mate... well, it was a massive change. Don't get him wrong - he was excited, loved nothing more than to coddle her, to snuggle up to her, let her curl around him and to feel the curve of her stomach against his back, to feel the kicking of their cubs no matter how much it kept him awake. But some nights it wasn't the cubs that kept him awake but the worry, the fear - would he be a good father? A good mate, once the newness wore off?

So some nights he laid awake, staring at the side of their tent - and the nights grew more and more frequent the larger she grew.

It didn't, of course, escape Jendayi - the squirming of her little mate as he tried to sleep, tried to get comfortable without waking her, his tail twitching where it tangled with hers.

It also, too, hadn't escaped Jendayi that he had a tendency to nod off after an orgasm, after they played. Grew bleary eyed, more than once had grown slow in the movements of his tongue between her legs, lazy and soft and lovely, slumping until his cold nose rested against her mound. Always made sure to get her off, of course, before finally sleeping, sometimes dozing off the moment her thighs loosened from around his ears and her fingers released his mane. It was endearing, absolutely adorable, and gave her an idea.

So, on one of the nights that his twitching tail woke her, she began to shift around. Made a show of groggily waking - he'd feel horrible if he knew he'd woken her up, of course - got up and relieved herself and came back to bed, snuggling up tight against his back, made sure to rest her nose behind his ear just so where she knew he liked it, each breath ghosting over the sensitive shell.

He shivered, tried to hide it, and she grinned -

Hook.

Jendayi wrapped her arms around him in a hug, and he burrowed back against her as best he could - she was growing very large, after all, and her arms could only barely touch - with a content sigh, twisting to press a chaste kiss to her lips. "Love you," he murmured, yawning in that rumbling way of a lion, and she returned the sentiment -

Line.

• stretched as though groggy, burrowed her nose further into his mane, right up against the base of his ear where she knew him to be very sensitive, and worked her thigh between his legs as though to twine with him for a cuddle, gently grinding up against the heavy weight of his balls.

His cock twitched where it rested against her knee, beginning to rise with interest, and she grinned into his mane -

Sinker.

Slowly, she began to grind her leg up into him, trying to work him into a further state of arousal, and his cock continued to grow, the lion stiffening against her and asking in a shaky voice, "Jendayi?"

"Shh," she shushed him, nipping at his ear and basking in the way he shuddered, wanting nothing more than to reach down and rub at her cunt, feeling it beginning to throb and take interest in the situation, "let me take care of you Temba. You put these cubs in me on the first try my darling, virile little mate, gave me something no other lion could ever have dreamed of, it's the least I can do."

"You need your sleep," he tried to put up a token protest, "don't let me keep you u-uuup," her little mate broke on a moan as she reached down, taking his cock in her hand, swiping her thumb over the head in just the way she knew he loved. "Jendayi!" his hips bucked, and she did it again - they bucked again - and again - his whole body jerked - and again.

One of his hands shot out to brace himself, tangling in the furs, and she couldn't help but to laugh, muffling it against his neck, when she heard one of the stitches tear, "let me hear you," and so he did, lolling his head back on her shoulder and moaning, so loud she was the sure the other lions outside their tent must hear him, bucking his hips up into her grip, moan climbing into a whimper when she began to pump her fist, bringing it down with each upwards thrust, and then a pitiful high-pitched sound she couldn't put a name to when she began to grind her thigh between his legs, the closest she could get to playing with his balls with the way they were laying.

His breathing began to stutter such that she almost grew concerned, but then he cried out her name so loud her ears flattened back and she felt his balls draw up, his cock twitching, throbbing in her palm, spraying ropes of cum on their furs. Jendayi began to kiss along the back of his neck, murmuring encouragements - "such a good boy, my darling little mate, look at how beautiful you are when you cum," - as he shuddered and shook and whined until finally he went limp, gasping and wide eyed.

By then her cunt was throbbing, slick between her legs and almost painful with need, and she'd taken to grinding against him as best she could without having realized it, and her hand was covered in his pre-cum and his seed, so she took a moment to grab his mane, jerking his head back roughly and pulling him into a frantic kiss, licking and nipping, moaning and groaning and panting each other's names, pitiful little sounds breaking from the back of their throats, Jendayi's breathing hitching as she reached down, tweaking her clit before, with her own fluids and Temba's seed to ease the way, penetrating herself.

She moaned into the kiss, taking no small amount of amusement in the way Temba's eyes widened and his breath stuttered, pressing first one, then two, fingers in, not hesitating before beginning to thrust, then scissoring, searching for that one spot - she'd known where it was, still did of course, but it had been so long since she'd needed to find it with Temba keeping her so sated despite her constantly growing appetite. But tonight was about him, and getting him to sleep, and if he tried to please her they'd never end up sleeping.

So when he tried to roll over, she pulled back from the kiss to hum "no," though the erection that leaked against her leg didn't escape her, and so she shifted to switch out which hand was knuckle deep inside her, each thrust bumping the back of it against his back, the other reaching around to grasp him, slick with both of their fluids, neither of them able to help but to shudder at the loud squelching of each pump of her fingers.

He didn't last long, balls beginning to draw up after only a few pumps - or, at least, wouldn't have but, when she felt him begin to throb, felt the threatening of an orgasm, she stilled her hand, lowered it to clench her fingers around the base of his cock, stopping it before it could start. He sobbed her name, curled in on himself, but couldn't do anything else other than beg for her to allow him to "Cum, Jendayi, please!" but they'd been through this song and dance before so he knew it was futile - he was at her mercy now, and she'd work him until she felt he'd earned his pleasure.

She only let go once she was certain she could trust him not to cum, his cock no longer throbbing in her hand though it still leaked heavily and she dreaded having to clean their furs, balls not drawn up against her leg, beginning to stroke him again, never stopping the movement of her fingers inside of her cunt all the while.

"My darling Temba," Jendayi purred, kissing the base of his ears, nuzzling into his mane, nipping the back of his neck and he shuddered, begged for permission to cum, "please, Jendayi, please?" but she never let him, wrapping her fingers around his base every time he started to throb until he was thrashing and squirming and sobbing.

"Just a little bit longer Temba, do it for me?" she hummed, tugging his hair between her teeth, but the way the thrusting of her fingers sped up betrayed that she wasn't quite as unaffected as she was pretending to be. "You can do it, I know you can, just hold on a little bit longer," and he did though he writhed, those powerful legs of his kicking in the furs, sobbing desperately; he reached down and clutched at his cock, joining her in his attempt at keeping from cumming.

Finally, her breath hitched and she released his cock as her hips began to buck against him, moaning loudly in his ear. He began to cum, curling in on himself and yelling fit to wake the dead, though even still their hands sought each other, clasping together and, though they were stomach to back they clung to each other as best they could, even as she soaked his back with her fluids and he painted his stomach with rope after rope of cum, vision going white.

He came back to himself with the soft murmuring of her voice, shaky in his ear, "Good boy, my darling little mate, so beautiful when you cum, so lovely against me, my wonderful Temba." he was pleasure drunk and she wasn't far from it, blinking blearily, lolling his head back over his shoulder to catch her lips in a lazy kiss, nipping and murmuring, rumbling and sighing and purring.

"Love you," he slurred, blinking blearily, reaching up to tangle his fingers in her hair. She allowed it but only for a moment, pulling away to bury her nose where his shoulder met his neck, breathing deep and oh but he smelled good, especially like this, all pleased and reeking of sex, oh she craved his scent like she needed air.

He was growing sleepy, love-drunk, but she'd also seen him lay there, staring at the walls of their tent though his eyes were heavy and glassy, unable to sleep despite exhaustion pulling him down, too tired to sleep. So, though she took her time cuddling up to him, at least as close as her stomach would allow, murmuring lovely nothings and basking in his warmth, in his scent, she began to work him over again, squirming against his back to try and get comfortable as she ground her cum-covered thigh against him.

Temba shuddered, murmured something that could have been her name or could have been complete nonsense, and she shushed him, "One more, you can do it," reaching around to ghost her fingers over the sensitive fur of his lower stomach but nothing more. Up and down, up and down, and he murmured an "I'm not sure..." but she was, she knows her precious little mate, and continued the teasing little movements until his hips rose to meet them. "See?" she was quick to praise, lowering her strokes just enough that he rubbed against her hand, "I knew you could do it, look at you all flushed and swollen and pretty for me."

He sighed her name, voice slurred and tired, tilting his head back to beg a kiss that she was happy to give, humming into him, sighing and murmuring and whispering softly into each other's mouths, barely audible "love you"s and "so beautiful"s said without thought.

Her hand ghosted up, pausing only to trace his flexing, twitching muscles, before tweaking first one, then the other, nipple. He hissed, twitching and arching into the touch, a moan ripping from his throat when she pinched and tugged. "Jen..." his hand came up and tangled with hers, clutching so tightly it almost hurt as she tweaked and tugged and rubbed. His hips rolled and Temba panted, pleading quietly to be touched though he never let go of her hand, didn't urge her to speed up or slow down or do anything else differently - he trusted her, she always knew what would feel best even if he was desperate for more in the moment.

She pulled back from the kiss, dipping her head to nibble at the tendon that strained against his neck, beginning to murmur "Can you cum like this, Temba? From my hand, from my voice? Without any touch where you want it most?" and he sobbed, bucked his hips up, but nodded - anything she wanted, if she thought he could do it of course he would at least try, and she always knew his limits even if he himself didn't and never went passed them.

"I know you can," she continued, voice dropping so low he could barely hear, "could cum just from the sound of my voice, couldn't you? Be my good little mate, do just as I say?"

and then, to his utter horror, she slid her hand down, only to clasp it loose on his waist. "Can you do that, Temba?" and rocked him a final time before stilling.

"Yes," he croaked, squeezing her hand hard enough that it hurt to ground himself for fear that he'd reach down and start to stroke, twitching and half-convulsing but restraining himself, panting loudly, "yes."

"I know you can," she hummed, squeezing his waist before dropping that hand to play with her lips lazily, "you always keep your word." and he did, didn't he? Always, always, so long as she asked it. It was always so easy if she wanted him to do it - she was his Jendayi and he was her Temba, and if she asked it of him it came as easy as breathing.

"Even if I'm asking you to cum without me touching you, right?" his breathing hitched when he heard her fingers squelch inside her, his cock throbbing and oh he was so close it hurt, "You'll have to get used to it," she laughed, voice breathy, laugh breaking into a moan as she bucked against him, "I'm getting too big to get you off with my hands, with my mouth. I'm always going to be too big to do it, because once I have this litter, you will give me another," she grinned as he jerked, moaned low, "and another, and another and another. And when the other lionesses get jealous, murmur and whisper about who did it, you'll know it was you."

and that did it. Temba cried out, hips bucking into the air in search of friction as he released, spilling his last few drops of cum on the furs before folding, going limp against her and gasping for breath.

His breathing evened out quickly, and she peeked over his shoulder to look at his face, taking in his slack jaw and closed eyes, barely daring to whisper "Temba?" and grinning happily when he didn't react, completely dead to the world.

She kissed him on the cheek before working to bring herself off as quietly as she could, feeling more than proud of herself when Temba began to snore.