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She could still feel him on her tits. It'd been a few days since the very special massage she'd given Michael, and Mahiri was still feeling the lingering satisfaction that came with digesting a friend of hers. Of course, nothing she did was permanent. He was back and roaming around again, and strangely she hadn't heard from him in a little while. Maybe she'd gone too far? Maybe he hadn't enjoyed it as much as she had? Such bothersome thoughts were quickly dispelled when she found him waiting for her in her own bed.

The lion was looking as handsome as ever, lounging there atop her covers in a luxuriant pose. He was wearing nothing more than a pair of rather snug boxer shorts that hugged nicely around the bulge of his sheath and balls. The rest was all bare, muscular, tawny lion, nicely tufted and adorned in that distinctive purple mane. Just to complete the seductive scene, he flashed a fang with a small growl, casting her a narrow-eyed stare that activated all sorts of urges and instincts alike. Though she did have a few questions first.

"Did you ... break into my apartment?"

"Mira let me in." He gave her a great big grin, as if that answered all her questions and didn't totally create new ones.

"Did Mira break into my apartment?" Mahiri shrugged that one off. She could ask her sister about that one later. Instead, she just chuckled and set down her shopping. "How long have you been waiting here anyway? I was out for a while."

"Long enough." He still looked utterly pleased with himself. "I think you know why I'm here."

"Do tell." She started casually undressing in front of him, playing at being disinterested, but really she was already feeling a rising desire to just press herself up against his hunky body and share in some rumbles.

He slowly sat up, then got on his hands and knees. A swish of his tail made it look like he was calibrating for a pounce. Instead, he gave her another thunder-rumble and looked her right in the eyes.

"It's time to get you back, of course. I have a reputation as a lion to uphold. Can't let everyone be thinking I'm some sort of prey-thing, can I?" Then he just dropped the act and gave a friendly smile. "Besides, I wanted to return the favour. That was ... fun. A lot of fun."

This time it was her turn to give some flirty growls. She stripped down to a short, low-cut top and leaned forward to give him a fine look at her cleavage. Then it was time to take a long, deep, almost painful grope of her breasts just so he could see how fat they got all thanks to digesting him. She ended up setting herself to purring in the process, excessively rumbling while she kicked off her pants and stood there in front of him in little more than a cute pair of black panties and her top.

"You're sure you don't just wanna make my tits even fatter? I can still feel you padding them, you know."

For a moment she saw him open his mouth and close it again as if considering such an offer. But no. He was there to wreck her, precisely because she was such a tease. And also because she was a big soft cat who he wanted to fuck and eat, that too. He slid over to the edge of her bed and patted the spot beside him.

"Get your spotty ass down here before I just pounce and hump."

"Maybe I'd like that." She stuck her tongue out at him and got her top over her head to let those tits bounce free. They really were bigger thanks to her indulgent meal of living lion. He in particular always seemed to go right to them.

"I know you would. That's why I - oh god, your tits got big."

She took his offer and plopped herself down totally topless next to the handsome young lion. He was already getting visibly turned on, just scanning up and down her extra-curvy form. Getting a little older and being a mom had made her so utterly soft all over, and her occasional indulgent appetite for friends certainly wasn't making her any skinnier. His absolute first instinct was to slip around behind her, wrap his thighs around her hips, and place two hands around her breasts so he could deeply admire that truly luscious bust. He kept her expert kneading techniques in mind to make sure he made those fat kitty breasts feel as good as he could make them.

"Ohhhh ... they're sensitive, too," she moaned, allowing herself to slump back against his taut chest. If he wanted to spoil her, he was certainly welcome to. Being a fierce, dommy predator leopardess took a lot of energy, and a warm, horny lion at the end of her day was exactly what she needed.

Just playing with her breasts was enough to make him firm up solid against her lower back. He rubbed his bulge against her a little until she could feel the dampness on her fur. A deep rumble in her ear, and then a nibbling along her shoulder, her neck, all the way up to her ear was enough to make her wet. The touch of his scratching tongue on her scruff just got her hotter. She started rubbing her thighs together as her juices flowed, basking his scent, his heat. He'd been waiting there a while, with plenty of time to steep in his own desire for her soft, spotty body. His lust was an aura, a cloud of horny influence potent enough for her to absorb right through her skin.

"I bet it'd feel absolutely amazing to have my dick all shoved tight between these."

She gave a rumbly little chuckle.

"For you, or for me?"

"Yes."

She didn't even get a chance for a clever quip. He had enough of just groping her. Using that bulky body to its fullest to take what he wanted, he tugged her back and pushed her down on her own bed. Her first instinct was to push back at him, just to make him have to use his muscles on her, to force her down and hold her there so he could take what he wanted. He did exactly that with a commanding growl, as if to wordlessly shut down any clever ideas she might have had. As much as he might have enjoyed her utterly dominating him last time, and with an audience too, that evening was all about him being a greedy, indulgent stud of a lion. And he was absolutely leaving with her on his pecs.

Those delightfully plush cat boobs still had so much spring to them, even totally unsupported. He got on top of her and just sat on her belly for a while. It wasn't long before he had his hands on her tits again. Rubbing his thumbs across her perked nips was enough to get a little cry from her open mouth. With her fangs on display like that she looked like she should have been snarling, but he massaged her tits far too well for her to even remember how to mewl. She only moaned at first, arching back and pushing out her chest even more so he could tease the bust he so deliciously helped build.

"I wonder if I could make you cum just from squeezing your tits."

"Maybe ..." Her voice was distant and dreamy. She lost herself in the experience of being desired, of being groped and pinned and savaged with attention. The purrs burst from her again, double strength, rattling his fingers as he dug them deeply into the flesh of her rumbling bosom.

Soon he had to get his face in there. Enjoying himself with her body wasn't just a matter of fucking her senseless. He needed the full leopardess experience, and that involved shoving his muzzle snugly into the fluff of her cleavage to immerse himself in her softness and scent alike. An extended sniff of her white chest fur was enough to leave him briefly intoxicated. He soon snapped out of it when he remembered what he was there for. His cock stretched his boxers taut around the perfect silhouette of his lionhood. The urge to just skip all the teasing and jump right to utterly plowing her full of cum was an ever-present thought in the back of his mind, but he resisted for as long as he could. There was so much of her to enjoy before the rutting started.

A little shift of his head let him put his lips right around one of those firm teats. He latched on and gave a little nibble, careful not to apply too many teeth to such a sensitive nub. From there, he started sucking, and he had to reach up just to hold the leopard in place once she started squirming all over. She acted like she was trying to get away from the titsuck, but he knew she was just overwhelmed by how good it felt. Just in case his lips weren't enough to utterly overstimulate her, he added his tongue to the buffet of pleasure he was giving her. Slurping roughly with that wet scratcher was enough to bring the first yowls out of her, those back-arching, toe curling spasms of pleasure overtaking her entire body.

Maybe suckling was a little much for her to handle. He didn't want to be in the way if she started thrashing and clawing. Though his idea of mercy wasn't giving her a break, but instead just pulling off that tit and instead slurping all over the both of them. Given the texture of his tongue dragging across her sensitive prey-pudge, he hardly stopped her squirming. He licked them up and down until their fur was matted and he'd tasted every single inch of those divinely pleasing tits. Or maybe they were the opposite of divine, if the rumours were to be believed. That didn't stop him from slopping them up all over and finally getting his dick free so he could mount up on that supremely tempting cleavage.

She always did have the silkiest fur, even after a day out. Maybe that was more fuel for the rumours. It felt incredibly all wrapped around his cock while he shoved his shaft up between her breasts to get it completely engulfed in kitty tits. Soon, it wasn't just saliva getting smeared on her fur. He was nice and wet at the tip, grinding there in her chest fur, slowly thrusting back and forth just the savour how soft she was. His grip remained firm on her bust the whole time, ensuring he could keep those fine cat boobs squished tight around his every inch, fully engulfing him from tip to base. He couldn't keep calm for long. Titfucking his favourite leopardess was the kind of treat that got him extra rumbly. It made him throb too.

He watched her rowl for him while he started thrusting back and forth between those truly massive mounds. His tip jabbed up towards her chin, giving her the occasional spurt of precum while he massaged his dick deep in her fluff. She hissed and mrowled a few times while she got her face all splattered in watery lust, but she settled down when the pleasure really started overtaking her mind. It wasn't a one-sided thing in the slightest. Ever since she ate him, her breasts were all kinds of tender, to the point the harsh squeezing and constant grinding of a solid lion cock between them was enough to work her up to the point of utterly flooded with need. She soaked her thighs while he had his way, and it wasn't clear who was going to go over first.

"God, damn these are good. How do you do it?" he grunted, slowly curling himself down to plant his hands on the bed for a better thrusting angle.

She took over the squeezing duties, progressing from both sides to snugly sandwich that dick in her cleavage.

"You know exactly how," she teased, though her voice was far too shaky to make it as effective as she perhaps wished.

Rather than tease her back, he just gave her a deeply leonine grunt and got a little snarl as he focused on pumping those tits extra hard while she hugged them tight around his dick. Soon, her moans drowned out any feistiness she might have wanted to show. She couldn't hold down the sounds when it felt so good getting titfucked by the lusty lion. The whole bed creaked with the effort. He loudly slapped his balls to the underside of her breasts, adding a solid plap to the process of pleasuring himself with her womanly curves. He was all but lying right on top of her by the time he reached his peak. Accelerating, pounding, launching his whole muscular body back and forth with the effort of pleasuring those luscious cat tits, he built to a full bellow of lion thunder while he went off hard. All that accumulated anticipation while waiting for the damn cat to finally get home came pouring out at once, and her face was right in the way.

The moans and yowls alike kept her lips parted plenty enough to receive a splash of cum right on her tongue. She didn't recoil. He painted her pretty face and gave her plenty to swallow while he fucked her chest to a messy climax. Plenty of it missed her face and got into her splayed out hair, or just onto her bed itself. Making her bedroom smell like him was the least he could do to get her back for that recent humiliating domination. Not that he minded. But framing it like that made it easier to justify such an indulgence. Like, say, cumming all over her tits.

Once he was done painting her face, he pulled back from the jizz-masked leopard and gave himself a few strokes and squeezes just to make absolutely sure he gave her everything he could. His spunk travelled in an arc to splatter down over her naked breasts, instantly coating them in a layer of hot lion cream. Those ropes made such satisfying splashes as they rained down over her perfectly plump bosom. He tipped his head back and just groaned towards the ceiling, his roars temporarily on hold in the face of such a good cumshot. When he was done, he slouched over her, still sitting on her, letting her squirm beneath his weight and strength alike.

"Ahhh. Alright. Maybe it's worth letting you eat me if it makes that part even better. You have the most fuckable tits of any cat I've ever met, Mahiri." His voice boomed with utter sincerity.

"Just among the cats? Hmm. I'll take it." She settled down to a steady purr while she kneaded her cum-soaked breasts, letting the cream squish between her fingers. Then it was a matter of using her tongue in a futile effort to clean her face of all the mess he plastered over her features.

"I know a lot of cats. But none quite compare." He watched her for a while, and his tufted tail got to swishing again. Even after that satisfying release, it didn't take him long to start firming up again. A few rubs of his dick had him ready to cum for the cat again, wherever she wanted it.

After a few good samples of the flavour she left on him, she smacked her lips and gave a more consistent purr. She lowered her gaze to his cock as it went solid again, idly throbbing just a few inches from her face.

"Just put that in my mouth already, stop taunting me with it."

Her growl was an insistent one, but he wasn't about to let her get all feisty on him. He jabbed his hips a few times just to thrust that dick right up close to her mouth, playing with fire really, before settling down to sliding up between her lips. Of course, he had to take a handful of that lovely red hair in the process. His shaft was still a mess after that last cumshot, and she quickly took to cleaning it with some sucks and rough slurps alike. She latched on, really. There was no getting out of that grip once she started bobbing on his dick, pursing her lips tightly around his vast inches while she drove all the way to the base. The angle had him leaning right over her, perfectly aimed to plunge straight down her throat. Of course he couldn't help doing a little thrusting.

She could take it. Mahiri was an expert cocksucker as far as he was concerned. She always squeezed so tight around him, and that tongue was a delight to grind in. He revelled in her own greed, in her desire, while he indulged himself with her muzzle. Pushing in and out of her gullet, he bulged her white throat fur with his girth, pumping the initial jets of pre straight down into her belly. She'd already managed to swallow some of his cum, but she needed a whole load inside her. The ache between her thighs while she sampled his taste with every suck was enough to make her curl her toe claws right into the bed, but she managed to focus on the task between her lips. Surely he wouldn't keep her waiting too much longer.

The lion grunted his way through a greedy, dominant facefuck, using her mouth like any other hole. He didn't show her mercy because she would have insisted he didn't. Though he had to admit he felt especially domineering, clutching a pretty kitty by the hair and jabbing his dick straight down her throat while she remained pinned there beneath him on her own bed. He at least allowed her to sit up a little, though it was mainly so he could get a hand on the back of her head. That let him pump deeper and deeper, letting his nuts kiss against her lower lip while he rumbled his way towards another climax. By the way she was so ruthlessly sucking, she was going to gulp down every single drop.

While he clutched at her, she clutched right back, gripping him by the hips to pull him into her. She pushed her face forward into his every thrust even if it meant getting her nose squished firmly to his crotch. He was pretty sure he felt her sniff a couple times between strokes. She loved her some studly lion scent and taste alike. He was happy to provide. Her lips were soft, and her tongue was the complete opposite, but for all that stimulation it was the ever so slight scrap of her teeth against his cock that truly set him off. She was careful enough not to bite, but that little flirt with danger was what reminded him of how thorough he was conquering a leopardess, a dangerous, feisty cat. Such pride helped focus the pleasure into another explosive, triumphant climax that left him roaring over his creamed prize.

The steady glurk that followed was as satisfying as any release. He listened to her drinking his cum and rumbled all the while, unloading right into her belly. The hunger with which she drained him was impressive enough that he ended up forcefully pulling out before he was finished. A little more spunk on her face was what she got for being so talented. He wasn't about to let those lips remain latched onto him during his refractory period, as brief as it might have been. He slumped and went limp for all of a few seconds before the scent of horny leopard rose up over his own heated aura, as if to remind him of that clenching need between her thighs.

"Hmmf. You're greedy even when you're not the one in control, aren't you?" he huffed while he gathered himself. It wasn't long before he was hard again, despite all he'd given her.

"I want what I want," she said, though her flirty tone was broken up by the panting and even occasional growling that went with her rising urges. They were growing powerful enough to start sending her body to twitching and convulsing, as if being possessed by a more feral outside force. Or maybe more of an inward instinct, overpowering and overwriting her usual behaviour.

He glanced down to admire the glisten of her pussy lips. That cat was wet, and he simply had to explore such an elegantly slathered cunt before just diving right inside of her. He slipped down on the bed and pressed up beside her, lightly humping her thigh while he started stroking. Running his finger around those damp folds, he scooped up enough of her juices to suck off his finger, then gave a pleased growl. A flash of a look in her eyes revealed an increasingly unstable leopardess, and yet he couldn't help but play with fire a little more.

"You're soaked, Mahiri. Am I putting you into heat? You wanna get bred tonight?"

She snarled at him as if spitting, lunging forward like a cobra in the process. That was his first warning, but he chose not to heed it. Instead, he kept exploring, this time rubbing the tip of a finger against her clit.

"You love it when I press your buttons. And I know exactly where to press."

Putting on a little more force, he jiggled that digit back and forth until she looked like she was just going to curl up in a ball. A shudder, a whimper, and then right back to growling she went. Her teeth remained clenched, her eyes were wild, and she was slowly rising up from the bed as if to pounce on him at any moment. He just pressed on her chest to pin her back down and shook a sex-slick finger at her.

"Now now. You wouldn't want to rush into things and end up pregnant, would you? Let me have another taste and see how heated you really are."

This time, her snarl was more desperate than threatening. It was a moan through clenched fangs, as if pleading for him to just mount and pound her right that moment, no matter the consequences. Instead, she was just going to have to writhe like an eel while he slowly pushed a single finger inside her and wriggled it around just to get it thoroughly coated in her juices. When he pulled it back out, it was absolutely drenched in her liquid lust, perfect for him to luxuriantly slurp up right in front of her.

"Mmmm. Ohh, yes, I'd say you're getting there. Hard to tell for sure. I'll need to get even deeper."

"You'd better," she managed to grumble out amid all the feline noise.

He didn't bother to taunt her back. He had something even better. Slowly dipping his great maned head between her thighs, he took a few sniffs of her needy scent before just diving straight in, muzzle first. Shoving his mouth against her sex, he slathered her up with an absolutely merciless application of his incredibly stimulating tongue. From bottom to top, he cleaned her sloppy cunt of all the juices he was helping her produce, only to make even more of a mess of her in the process. He drooled for her while she soaked his mane in fragrant fluids, absolutely gushing for him before she even came. Now and then he had to fight her just to keep her from clenching his head too tightly between her spotty thighs, or flipping over to get on top of his face. He knew she wanted to, but he was insistent on delivering the pleasure exactly the way he intended.

When he stuck his tongue inside her he found himself instantly clamped down on by those powerful inner muscles. That leopard wasn't letting go. He was just going to have to tonguefuck her as hard as he could, gripping her hips all the while to keep her inside. From fierce and needy, the sounds escaping her started to get a little scary as he worked. Those deep inner slurps no doubt felt absolutely incredible, but they weren't what her body longed for. She wanted a big, virile cock inside her, and eating her out was just prolonging the time she remained in that soaking, dripping, agonizing heat. No matter how good he was at licking pussy, he was still teasing her by staying down there with his maned head between her thighs. She was going to start getting nasty if he kept her waiting much longer.

Even if he managed to make her cum like that, it wouldn't have been enough. He drew back and withdrew his tongue so he could lay a smooch on her clit, then tipped his head up to see how she was taking it all. A flash of a grin with his drenched visage was already testing the waters. He saw her lips curling back, her pupils dilating, her muscles tensing. Every possible sign that she was about to get violent was there, and yet he still decided to test the waters a little more. He nudged her thigh, licked his lips and simply rumbled to her.

"You know, I don't think you're worked up enough. I should probably stay down here a while."

That was when she swung at him. He didn't even blame her. Part of him was hoping he could evoke such a reaction. It was a purely instinctual response, but one done with the full intention of hurting him. Thankfully, he saw it coming. Ducking under those claws slashing through the air, he avoided getting himself a nasty facial scar. She snarled right at him, outright drooling with lust, gnashing those fangs down at his form. Right before she attempted to lunge up from the bed and attack him for what her body needed, he countered her with a shove to her shoulders and finally pounced on top of her. She wasn't the only one being overtaken by feral urges.

She managed to get those claws out as he fought to grip and pin her down. He dodged most of her additional swipes but one of them caught him on the chest a little. That hurt, but didn't dissuade him. He just had to grab her wrists and force her arms down with his superior strength, pushing and grinding to get between her legs in the meantime. The position left his face right in biting range, but thankfully she managed to suppress the urge to chomp him. Instead, he just endured the constant wail of feline noise shrieking out of her open jaws while he gave her some snarls right back. No matter how fearsome she might have acted, he was still in charge. And he could fuck that feisty side of her right out, at least for a while.

They didn't speak anymore. Both of them were too caught up in the throes of passion and instinct alike to remember what words were. There certainly weren't any to express the extent of their mutual desire. She still fought, even as she got closer and closer to getting what she wanted. It was the principle of the matter. Bucking, arching, wriggling in his grasp, she certainly didn't make it easy for him to finally catch the tip of his cock between her shining folds. He wasted no time sinking inside of her. No more teasing, no more taking his time working her up. Once he had his target he plunged forth and stuffed her full of lion cock all at once. He didn't stop until he bottomed out with his balls snug against her pussy lips.

Her response was a single snarl, an almost percussive comment of cat noise. From there it was constant rumbling that vibrated all the way down to his shaft inside her. Fucking a purring leopardess was always an extra stimulating affair. Michael took just a few moments to steady himself and then it was all plunging, humping, deeply thrusting into that sopping wet leopard cunt. He knew he wasn't going to last long with her giving that vice-grip all around his dick. It didn't matter. He had plenty of cum for her, inside and out. The insistent clench of her pussy around his deeply pounding dick, the heat emanating off of her, the scent, the pheromones, the soaking juices pouring down his nuts, it was all enough to tell him he was going in bare on a very fertile leopardess, and that didn't slow him down in the slightest.

When she got a hand briefly free amid all the squirming and clawed at his back in the midst of her yowling ecstasy, he briefly flinched at the pain. Then he just pressed his weight down on her, rolling to the side as he wrestled to get her pinned once more. She flailed, she scratched, but she never did any real damage. The marks would fade. He fucked her sideways and from beneath, still face to face with her fangs, before rolling on top of her once more, right back where they started. He had her arms pinned, her body was squashed beneath his bulk,, and she had nothing left to do but mewl for him while he pounded her absolutely senseless.

The heat working through him clenched up right his whole body as pleasure crackled up down his spine. Snorting growls rolled through his form, making him flex, tensing his nuts against her sex, twitching his toes and tail alike. That was enough to break up his heavy, rhythmic pumping and leave him all uncoordinated. He still made her cum though. That sudden mountain lion-like shriek was followed by an extended mraaaaaawl as she went perfectly tight around him, rapidly squeezing, absolutely milking him for everything he had on offer. She gushed on him while he thumped his way to ecstasy. But something still wasn't right.

Pinning her down and looking her in the eye was a good way to fuck a leopardess, but it didn't feel like the way to breed her. He waited until the very last second, until she finished squirting for him and slumped in rumbling afterglow. That was when he grunted his way to a peak that came mere seconds after he pulled out of her tight pussy. He covered her in even more lion cum that she already wore, painting her soft belly in ropes while she yowled in dismay. She wanted that inside of her. No matter how likely it was to get her all knocked up. He enjoyed his climax for as long as he possibly could, but as the last shots trickled onto her tum, he saw her pupils going wide once more, the black almost entirely overtaking the usual green. She was about to strike.

As she came snarling forth, he met her with equal intensity, colliding roughly, chest to chest. That was enough to knock her back. He wouldn't have been so rough if it wasn't entirely necessary for his own self preservation. And his pride, that too. Once he managed to counter her advance, it was a mad scramble to grab her and forcefully turn her over. He had to wonder if she was actively resisting him or if it was more performative. Either way, he soon got her on her belly, smearing some of the cum clinging to her fur all over her sheets. Even as he wrestled with her, he found himself fondly considering how nicely lion scented he was getting her whole bedroom. It was just a little something to let everyone know he was there, on her fur and sheets alike.

With enough wrangling and struggling, he eventually managed to get one of her arms behind her back. The other hand was for gripping her hair right down to the slightly darker roots. Such a lush set of locks made for a surprisingly sturdy handle. It still made her extra noisy when he tugged hard enough though. In that position, there was no doubt about who was in charge. He kept her bent over, pushing her face down to the mattress, her spotty rump in the air as he mounted her once more. That was a proper breeding pose, and just the feeling of her wriggling beneath him, utterly dominated, was enough to get him hard again. The lion's stamina was a blessing in such times.

Entering her from behind, he sank inside her pussy all over again. From that position, he could press even deeper, could explore all her tender places while she was helpless to do anything but enjoy how well he treated her. He knew how to please that fussy feline, and it involved plapping her butt with his balls while he fucked her pussy hard. Maintaining that angle took a little balance, preventing him from plowing her at full force. That probably would have broken her anyway. He still managed to steadily pump into her, thumping her whole soft form into jiggling for him. The only regret he had about fucking her kitty style was he didn't get to watch her tits bouncing anymore. Just knowing he was making them wobble was satisfying enough, motivating him to fuck her as hard as he could manage, no matter how much energy he'd used up.

He was still solid, still ready to give her at least one more fat load. His balls were already swelling and flexing with pressure as he squelched in and out of her deliciously silky pussy. She finally stopped squirming after a while. That let him straight up and put his hands on her hips, clutching her close, pulling her back into him with his every thrust. The sound of wet sex and thumping bodies rang out like its own little song, played at a steady but increasing rhythm as he growled his way into a frenzy of leopard fucking. A mix of juices absolutely poured down the back of her thighs when they didn't just squirt out onto his fur. He made a mess of her before he even came inside her. For all the clinging seed of his last climax, he'd probably already knocked her up, really. All it would have taken was a drop, and yet he was determined to make absolutely certain she knew he'd bred her. Nothing but a flood of hot spunk in her womb would stop her yowling. For a little while at least.

They arched together like rider and steed, bucking their way through the last strokes of a sloppy slamfuck that kept him buried inside of her right to the finish. As tempting as it might have been to pull out again just to see what his cum looked like connecting those pretty rosettes, he wasn't about to deny her what she wanted yet again. There was playing with fire and then there was simply being stupid, and he quite liked his face where it was, thanks. One good lunge was all it took to fully bury himself inside her, and from there he could lean down and lock his teeth tightly on her scruff in a deep, dominant mating bite. Such a thing was a secret weapon, an unstoppable technique to be deployed only in the most extreme of circumstances. It made her clench, it made her contract, and it didn't take long before it made her cum. His pounding cock certainly helped with that. He fucked her until he felt her squirting on his fur again, those high-pressure jets of juices soaking him down in ripe feline scent. No amount of willpower could have made him pull out at that point.

That moment was definitely worth a roar. A toss of his head back to keep from blasting it into her ears, and they managed to join together in collective bellowing, but as loud as the leopard might have been, she couldn't compete with a lion. He shook her windows while he rocked her body in that brutal breed-fuck, rutting her to completion buried deep in her clenching cut. She was soaking wet, and wetter still as he shot his load right inside of her. Pressing close and clinging to her, gnawing on her neck a few more times. She sawed out with those unique leopard sounds as he filled her womb to the point of bloated, sloshing with the sheer volume of lion spunk entering her fertile body. Going in completely bare and unprotected like that, he didn't doubt for a second he'd just made her a mom again. Though just because she was a panting, drooling, purring mess sprawled out on the sheets beneath him, covered in his cum, smelling of hot lion sex, hardly meant he was done with her.

"There. That's better, isn't it?" he managed to rumble out once he found his voice.

Once it was safe to tease her once more, he took full advantage of the situation. Patting her on the butt, he leaned close to her ear to project his rumbles into her mind.

"After the last time, I have a lot of pride to recover. I think I owe you more than just a good fuck. You deserve a nice, deep kiss."

Such a statement might not have made much sense coming from anyone else. But she knew what it meant. He could tell she did by the way she stiffened from her relaxed, defeated state as soon as she heard it. It wasn't fear that made her squirm, but rather the warming anticipation that drove the lust back into her body. Some part of her knew from the very start that it was happening, before he even mentioned it. Just being around the lion while he was radiating a certain intensity tended to mean pretty ladies like her were going to end up getting digested. How he managed to maintain such a figure with his voracious proclivities was a question only he could answer.

That was all pointless pondering in the face of an advancing, hungry lion. He laid himself across her and cupped her chin in his palm. Tilting her muzzle towards his own was something she accepted with a rumble. They were two intensely vibrating cats as they locked lips for that forbidden smooch. It was more than just a little kiss. A little huff transferred that certain something, perhaps a hint of intrinsic magic or some trick he'd picked up along the way from one source or another. Whatever the origin of such a useful ability, it worked swiftly. No sooner had she tasted his tongue, and she was already starting to shrink.

It didn't take her long to get down to a size where she was easily scooped up in his hand to bring up towards his face. That was where he held her for a time, simply observing that sweet, shrunken feline wriggling excitedly atop his palm. He breathed there for a time, letting her bask in it. No matter how feisty she might have sometimes been, no matter how much of a snarling, clawing beast she might have been when she was furiously horny, there was always that small part of her that utterly ached for the feeling of being helpless before the whims of a predator. He could have gobbled her up at any moment, but it was entirely his decision what to do with her. His broadening grin gave her a concerning look at his exposed fangs, though he had no intention of taking her down as anything but a whole, squirming morsel.

"I'll be honest. Whenever I'm around you, the thought of doing this to you is almost always in the back of my mind. If not the front." He prodded her with a finger just to see her wriggle. "You're just so delectable, leopard."

As if to prove his point, he came at her with his tongue. Not before giving her a good look at it, of course. A slow slather across his lips really let her listen to the scritch of that scratchy thing running along the smooth surface of his chops. Little flecks of saliva splashed her in the face in the process. She was making him drool. He didn't have to exaggerate that. A stretch of his jaws gave her a fine look at his increasingly wet maw, positively dripping for her before he'd even had a taste. Before she could get too enraptured by the sight, peering into the darkness of his gullet, he lunged forth and pinned her flat to his palm with the full force of his slurping strength.

Squishing her there between his hand and his tongue, he dragged up and down along her entire naked body to steal away as much of that feline flavour as he possibly could. Of course, after such a rutting, some of the taste was his own. That was an excusable inconvenience to get at her core taste. He swiped across her thighs, her belly, her breasts all in one swoop of his soaking tongue, dragging harshly along her fur and skin alike in the process. It definitely scratched, but he made sure not to actually hurt her. It was just a matter of slathering and soaking her up until her fur was utterly drenched after just a few good licks. She sputtered and she purred alike, all but drowning in the attention but rumbling for more nonetheless.

"Rrrrrngh," came his bassy growl, rumbling right through her entire body like an earthquake. "I almost want to just cum on you again. Seeing you like this ... it gets me hot. But I'm sure you'll make me cum once I start digesting you."

That was all just a sample. He couldn't leave it at just a licking when she was squirming there, looking ever so edible. She really did taste good enough to savour, but the hunger he felt after waiting for her for longer than he intended made it hard for him to focus. A flash of his maw again caused an acceleration of her purring, intensifying the rumbles that constantly emanated from her all throughout the predatory treatment. He brought her closer and closer, little by little, letting her swim in the heat of his breath - which he'd made sure to sweeten before his arrival. He knew how the night was going to end. A lick across his teeth made them extra shiny in the moments before they framed his vision, the tiny leopardess getting slowly fed between his soft, diving into the dark cave of a lion's mouth.

She slipped and slid along as he engulfed her, sucking on her upper half briefly with her legs sticking out from his lips. Then he curled his tongue between her thighs and pulled the rest of her into his jaws, where he framed her between his fangs briefly as if teasing at biting. She got little more than the tiniest nibble, a gentle application of teeth that reminded her of the danger of the situation without doing any real harm. From there, he treated her like a piece of candy. She was a tasty cat meant for pushing from cheek to cheek in wet suckles that left her somehow even wetter than she began. He drained the flavour from her with firm slurps, he swallowed the juices down, but he kept her there on his tongue for the time being just to enjoy her a little longer. Every moment he resisted the temptation to just suddenly toss his head back and gulp made him a saint, really.

Rather than give in, he pinned her to one side of his mouth so he could speak somewhat clearly around her wriggly little form. Reaching across the bed without accidentally gulping her took a little stretching, but eventually he got his fingers around his phone. An excellent meal like her simply couldn't go down without a few photos to commemorate his complete, utter domination of that slippery feline. He opened up nice and wide so her shrunken body was nicely framed between his teeth.

"Say gulp!" He couldn't help but chuckle to himself while he snapped some photos of her saliva-smeared features. The sound vibrated through her trapped curves. "Gonna post this one to some friends so they know what good lion food you make. Actually, fuck it, I've got a better idea."

Before he got to the slobbery crescendo of his leopard feast, he moved from photo mode right over to recording. He knew a few names who were going to utterly erupt watching that wet lion maw at work. From there, he put on a self-indulgent show, phone raised high to capture the whole thing as best he could. Every single detail of her body was one worth examining with his tongue before he truly ate her. He might have licked every single one of her rosettes in the process of wriggling and licking along her back, her bust, her belly, and all the way down along her thighs, right to those shrunken paws of hers. Then right back up he went, slathering her face, knowingly overwhelming her. He slurped until her squirming was simply too much to handle anymore. Not because it bothered him. It was more a matter of feeling the absolutely irresistible urge to swallow her whole when she wriggled about so perfectly. He simply had to know what it felt like to have her do that in his belly.

Gravity betrayed her as he ever so slowly tilted his muzzle towards the ceiling. Her ceiling, he reminded himself. He'd fucked her senseless and was about to eat her right there in her own bed. If that didn't count as getting her back, nothing would have. Not that he cared about such petty things as revenge. It simply made for the perfect excuse to utterly have his way with her, knowing she'd love it the whole time. First, he gave her a few practice swallows, just to let her listen to the inner workings of his throat as he took down the excess saliva she helped him produce. That slicked up the passage for her arrival once he finally did use his tongue to push her into the embrace of his hot, squeezing gullet. Once it had a grip on her, there was no chance she was getting away undigested.

He let her slip headfirst into his throat, let her briefly bulge there as he teased her with the impending gulp. It was simply impossible to keep her there for long. No more teasing. It was time to squeeze down hard and forcefully ULLP her down in a single, slippery slide. The shape of her curves ever so briefly showed up beneath his throat fur, and then soon vanished once she reached his sturdy chest. She wasn't a bulge anymore by the time she dipped down into his belly. She was gone, eaten whole, a shrunken meal for a lion after a raunchy rutting session. While he kept her curled up in his gut, he of course was highly conscious of the fact that she was extra soft thanks to him. It was time to take those pounds and calories alike right back from her.

"Ahhh, Mahiri!" he simply cried at first, briefly overwhelmed by the pleasure of having a pretty leopardess in his belly. "Ohhh, god, I almost forgot how good you were."

He stopped the recording so he could have a little private time with his meal. From there, he set to patting his gut to let her hear the resounding thumps of his palm echoing through the humid chamber. A claw between two fangs helped him dislodge a little piece of spotty fur left stuck there. He swallowed that too, as if to ensure he got the whole leopard. Gathering up her pillows, he propped himself up in a good spot where he could stretch out while still groping his middle to feel whatever he could. And stroke his cock.

"Nnngh, it always makes me so hard to digest you. Doesn't matter how sore my dick might be. I'm gonna cum one more time to the feeling of you joining my body. You're going to make me a little stronger. Or maybe just a little fatter. You're pudgy these days, after all."

The only reason he teased her about being a little chubby was because he knew exactly how she got that way. He had a predator in his gut, and all the padding she'd accumulated in her conquests was about to be his. The first gurgle had her sloshing in his juices. The second came along with a deep, churning glurrrrrn. He'd already started to digest her. Melting down such a shrunken meal wasn't going to take too long. And he was going to be right there, sliding his grip up and down his dick the whole time, jerking off to the pleasure of feeling her squirm for him while he made her into his food. Such a soft, pretty thing she was, getting ruined a little more every time his belly rumbled.

"You didn't even try to get away once I told you I was going to eat you. I saw that look in your eyes. You know I always get what I want. Nothing to do but accept it, and melt down to mush while I get myself off."

Some part of him knew he'd pay for all the gloating. Maybe that was exactly why he did it. When he felt his belly closing in on her a little harder, felt her starting to fade and weaken in all the squirming, he forgot how to tease her anymore. A snorted, snarled, teeth-clenched state of grunting lust overtook him. He rapidly pleasured himself to her death throes, stroking more and more intensely the less energetic she got. By the time she was barely giving more than the occasional twitch, soaking in his digestives, getting overtaken by his hunger, he was frantically jerking, humping and thrusting into his own grip while one hand remained firmly planted on his gut the entire time. He didn't want to miss her dying moments. They were the best part of eating someone.

He tossed his maned head back and just moaned out while he finished her off. No roars, no growls. He didn't have to impress a mostly-digested leopardess twitching her last in his stomach. His belly gave a symphonic climax of its own as he worked her down to nothing, going from heavy, almost percussive glorps to one final, satisfying glrrrrrrrgur as she turned from leopard into digestible nutrients with an extended sigh. He felt her final breath and almost instantly reached his peak in response. A jet of cum rain down over the crevices of his taut abs, marking the place where she rested, for the moment. He pumped and squeezed to milk out every last drop he had left, until he could truly say he gave her everything he had. And took everything she could give in the process.

A heavy gasp escaped him as he flopped back, fully sprawled out to enjoy the aftermath of his indulgence. His belly churned on, more quietly by then. It converted her into lion weight with every passing moment. As tempting as it was to just flop back and let her digest overnight in her own bed, he was going to need a shower before he passed out. Or that was what he told himself to justify really not wanting to be around for when she got back. He knew she loved it right up to the very end, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to start plotting revenge for his revenge as soon as she was conscious again. It was best to give her some space and let the feistiness calm down once more before they had their tiebreaker.

Hauling himself up with some great reluctance, he wandered off to find a towel so he could be at least semi-decent on his way home. He left that cloth where it was, smelling of lion, as a little reminder for whenever she got back. She might have got him once, but he showed her who the real big cat was. A little hiccup ran through him as he gathered his clothes and strolled out into the cold once more, shuddering a little at the contrast between the outside world and Mahiri's heated, sex-scented den. Nobody glancing his way on the short walk back to his own place would have ever known he was currently digesting someone whole, right in front of them. No one who didn't know him by reputation anyway.

A good wash at home, and down he went for an extended snooze. He was spent. Facedown on his own mattress, he slipped into a blank, mostly dreamless state to recover his energy while he absorbed the leopardess travelling through his body. Every passing hour reduced her to something less recognizable, and brought her closer to the trophy weight upon the lion's body she was meant to be. For a little while. He forgot to set an alarm in his haste to apply his unconscious self to the mattress, which meant he could just barely call it morning wood when he finally awoke atop a shaft that had hardened to almost achingly solid in his sleep. Maybe he didn't think he dreamt much, but his body replayed the blissful sensations of breeding and eating a soft leopard all night long.

"Let's see the damage," he muttered to himself as he slowly dragged his body from atop the sheets. He hadn't even managed to get under the blankets before falling asleep, and was a little chilly as a result. First though, the most important part.

He took up position in front of a mirror and set to posing and flexing to see just how well the leopardess had added to his body. For all her softness, she hadn't given him much in the way of pudge. Nothing he couldn't work off anyway. His belly was a little thicker, but still plenty solid. He patted it a few times, then dropped down into a cross-armed pose to confirm he really saw what he thought he saw. A snort of laughter escaped him when he realized how much sense it made.

Of course the big-tit cat had gone right to his chest. The most notable change he'd undertaken overnight was the extra bulk right there on his pecs, making them a little more prominent and solid alike when he put some emphasis on pushing them out. Well, he couldn't exactly compare to her bust, but that made him look impressively burly for as long as her gift would last. The most exciting thought was teasing her about it the next time he saw her. Though of course, he was going to have to watch his back. In retaliating for her dominance, he may very well have started a dangerous war of escalating feline feistiness. That was fine with him. He felt like he could handle her even at her worst, and even if he somehow didn't win - he still totally did, in his own way.

Before he did anything else, he picked another certain spotty face on his contact list and sent her a video without any further explanation aside from three words. Be there soon. After that, he included a few fresh snapshots of his naked body, and the obvious extra bulk he'd acquired thanks to his meal. The hyena on the other side would know exactly what that meant. He swore he could already hear the giggling from where he was the moment he hit send.