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The grasslands were still, save for a slow breeze that drifted across the long, dry yellow blades, washing across them with long ripples that extended seemingly forever, like waves upon the ocean. Interrupting their uniformity, a group of gazelle bounded about, grazing, resting, watching, blissfully unaware of the goings-on in the world at large.

Perhaps there was bliss in their simple, uncomplicated lives. Unhurried, unworried, unconcerned about war or deception, or what may or may not come to pass. They cared where the water pooled, where grass and brush were good to feast their bellies upon, where shade from the sparse baobab trees cast shadows to lay, and when the season came, where to find fertile does to mate.

They were unenlightened, perhaps once distant kin to their upright brethren, but all resemblances ended on the outside. They had neither language nor culture and were simply putting it, prey.

They knew this and had evolved for this, with broadly spaced eyes and lengthy pupils that gave them a wild field of vision, if a flawed one. They saw based largely on vision. As long as one was cautious and downwind from them, sneaking up on the beasts was merely a matter of patience.

Troy, unfortunately, was neither patient nor particularly stealthy. He was broad-shouldered, with defined muscles beneath a pelt shaggy fur the colour of dust-covered dry grass. Stripes and swirls of cocoa seemingly crossed his torso at random, giving the male an appearance almost more akin to an off coloured tiger, were it not for his thick mane of brown that was still coming in. It wasn't the glorious bush that his father had surrounding his throat, but neither was it the laughably short scruff he'd had as a teenager, when his younger half-sister, Shadi's pseudo-mane was almost as long! His tail would have stretched his height and half again, though presently he kept it low in the grass with him, the massive, white fluffy tip of it swaying with the passing breeze.

He was in his prime, an outstanding specimen in his own right, and the longing of several of the ladies in his tribe, and a few of the more adventurous males too, though whether they all wanted him for his body and breeding or his status as Chief Stryker's eldest son was anybody's guess. It could well have been both and more. It wasn't as if his reputation in the bedroom didn't get around as much as he did, much to his father's chagrin.

There had never been a better time for alliances and marriages for the sake of unity, and yet, Troy was hellbent to stay away from them, and any woman crazy enough to agree to them.

Still, even with that consideration, there were plenty of partners for him to have his pick of, and plenty who would raise their tails in a heartbeat if he asked. But he enjoyed the thrill of the hunt. A prize hard-earned, through his own efforts, rather than because of his status. It was the same reason he hunted by himself, rather than leaving it for the females of the tribe. It did him no favours being seen slacking.

He froze as the wind changed, a sudden shift in the breeze that he learned to dread in the early afternoons. Suddenly, his position went from downwind to upwind, and while the prey animals might have been dim, even they knew the threat scent a male lion exuded.

Time was no longer at his side. He had perhaps seconds, and raising smoothly from the grass, he drew the string of his bow back. He was still about 50 yards short of where he had wanted to be. The shot was long, but it was manageable with the lengthy broadheads he carried on his back.

The string made a satisfying twang as it launched the wooden rod skyward, the shaft flexing as momentum rocked its length.

He counted the seconds silently, his breath held-

One, two, three, four...

The shot had been long, but it seemed true, until a sudden gust kicked up, and locked his shot astray. It missed the gazelle he'd aimed for by an arms-length, disappearing into the tall grass. The heard, now startled and alert, fled at once.

Cursing loudly, he roared challenge to them and took off after the fleeing herd, taking long, leaping strides on all fours as he raced after them.

Unfortunately, it was not to be. Their lead was already too great, and at best, he could maintain his chase at top speed for perhaps half a minute. From the start, there had been no way he was going to catch up.

He swore and gave up, lying panting on the dirt in frustration. This was his second attempt today, and the gods were simply not favouring him. Angry, hungry, and now overly warm from the sun, he fetched his stray arrow from where it had embedded itself into the dirt and shoved it back into his quiver.

There was a good watering hole not far from here at least where he could cool down in the shallows, and rest awhile. Then he'd try again on the way back to the village.

He set off in that direction, leaving dusty footprints in his trail.

The sun had passed mid-afternoon before he reached the small oasis, fed by an underground stream. Surprisingly, it was entirely vacant as he approached. Usually, there would have been at least some of the local beasts here, and other times, hunters from the other feline prides. An uneasy truce existed between them all since the canines had started their war, but their leaders had all agreed to abide by it until the larger threat was handled. Fighting among each other would only serve to strengthen their foe...

There was a lingering smell in the air, musky and metallic, with an almost sweet tang to it. Pausing, he let his tongue rasp the air and gather it, breathing heavily through his nostrils, a throaty rumble building. He chuffed once, before letting out a louder, bass call, deep and rolling. Twice more he made the call, stating in the primal tongue of their ancestors that this was his land, and for them to announce themselves.

Ahead, from the watering hole, higher-pitched squalor returned his challenge, but not in any of the contexts he was used to. It was feminine, and the words behind it were lost to the winds.

Curious now, but sensing no danger, he paced forwards, through the grass to its edge, where he was still decently concealed. Again, a loud chirp came, and he spotted the source at once. A lithe jaguar knelt on her paws and knees on one of the large sunning stones by the water's edge, and behind her with its muzzle beneath her raised tail, a feral panther was couched, rasping it's tongue eagerly against her presented womanhood.

From where he was crouched, Troy could see every lucid detail. The black-furred beast feasted upon her drenched cunt, every broad swipe of his tongue dragging up her sex and wetly forcing her lips outward while the tip of his tongue tickled at her passage, curling inwards to gather up the sweet flavour hiding within her flower, before retreating back into his maw with a slap of flesh. Even from here, the beast's pleased running as he lathered the female's cunt was plainly audible.

Closer now, Troy knew the female's scent well, and couldn't help but grin, his own tail twitching. Beneath his loincloth, his own prick had emerged from his fat, sandy furred sheath, twitching and eager. He slipped one paw under the fabric and curled his fingers around the base of his cock, letting his paw pads slide up and down his precum leaking shaft, the touch sending shivers along his tail. His eyes were glued to the scene before him, caught up in the voyeuristic thrill.

Serene, daughter of Yukal of the jungle's edge. The pretty, busty golden jaguar girl moaned like a cat in season, pressing her presented rump back against each of the panther's tongue lashings as he devoured her cunt like fresh prey. Her milk laden breasts hung low under her chest, almost touching the stone were it not for her paws cupping them, fingers grazing across her nipples and darkened areolas. Her eyes were closed in bliss, and reaching under herself, she used her fingers to further part her honeypot, inviting the beast to bathe his tongue over the sensitive, pink flesh of her swollen arousal. The small puddle between her spread knees was evidence enough of her need, and with an eager, desperate chirp, she shuffled forward, flagging her tail up along her spine.

Her invitation couldn't have been more blunt, nor more enticing if she had tried. The jaguar looked across her shoulder at the panther and ran her tongue along her lips with pair of come-fuck-me eyes that would have lured a pious celebite to bed.

The male reared on his hind paws and came down heavily with his forepaws pressed between the smaller jaguar's shoulders, silky black fur smothering her pretty ochre and rosette spotted pelt like the blanket of nightfall across the sky. Her gasp as his weight settled over her sang out across the watering hole. Lowering her shoulders in submission to the stone, her waist wrapped by his broad, black paws in a tight mating grip, she wriggled her hips, helping the midnight pelted male find her feminity with his questing cock and rolling haunches, humping to find that sweet heaven he sought.

He struck home on the third probing thrust, letting out a savage growl as his teeth found the nape of her neck, scruffing his chosen queen with his powerful jaws as he drove deep into her heated passage. Troy stifled a growl of his own, not wanting to alert either party that they has an uninvited spectator to their carnal fun. His paw worked across his pink, barbed shaft in rapid strokes, matching the panther's pace as it rutted the jaguar savagely.

The powerful beast had the jaguar right where he wanted her, growling and pushing his hips forward with enough force to get a pleasured chirp or moan from her lips each time their hips collided. He spared her no gentleness or time to adjust to his mating. She was his by law on the wilds, and he took her completely as was his right. She was a queen to be bred, and breed her like a wild animal he did.

Troy's hand was quickly growing slick and sticky in equal measure, precum stringing between his fingers and palm as he watched their taboo display of passion, the female's strangled moans and aching, rocking hips all the signs he needed to see to know that was far from her first time with the beast, and likely wouldn't be her last.

His thrusts grew rapid in that way only a feral could, intense and desperate, driven purely by a primal instinct to mate and spill his seed as deep as he could get. Once his barbs had raked her up into a fertile and needy state, the queen would be ready to bear his cubs. Troy could tell that she was feeling it as well, with her own primal mrowling and hisses of ecstasy filling the surrounding unashamedly, letting the world know she was claimed.

She cried out in bliss as the panther's own tail flagged and he drove himself deep, holding her in place with his claws and teeth while the swollen sac dangling against her thighs pulsed and clenched tight. He was breeding her right now, and by the scratch marks in the stone she was leaving, she was loving every moment of it. He had made his claim on her body and was busy solidifying it with his seed, desperately trying to plant a cub in the morning cat underneath him.

Troy wasn't far behind, and bit his tongue to stay silent as his tapering lionhood throbbed, barbs dinging into his fingers while he squeezed and spent himself upon the dusty ground. His eyes stayed locked upon the coupling pair all the while, watching the way the female trembled with pleasure under her partner.

A few moments later, the panther dismounted, the deed done. The feral hunter's barbed cock quickly retreated into his sheath. He moved away from her to clean himself, while the jaguar just lay there, left in the exact stance the panther had taken her in, a trickle of white dripping back down her thighs from her swollen and pink slit. Her chest heaved with her post-orgasmic panting.

Slowly, she rolled over onto her back, two fingers idly smearing and playing with the slimy mess that had been left between her thighs, fingering it back inside of her, and toying with her budding clit.

Troy leaned forward, and a soft crunch underfoot gave him away at once. The panther bolted before another word could be said, and the female sat up quickly, covering her breasts before her searching eyes found Troy among the grass, and she let out a visible sigh of relief. Laying back down, she made no attempt to hide her modesty, instead, leaving her legs spread, her paws gently massaging her breasts and belly.

Now that he had a better view of her, it was obvious that she was swollen with new life, a slight round and fullness to her abdomen.

"You know Troy, you could have simply asked to watch... why don't you come out here? Keep me company, now that you've chased Bangu away." She teased him coyly.

With his cheeks still burning slightly at being caught, he stepped forward, and joined her by the rocks, laying down alongside her. She rolled, and straddled him at once, tossing his loincloth aside so she could cup his sheath between her hands.

"Ahhh, if I had known this was the greeting you'd give me Serene... I didn't want to interrupt your fun." He responded in kind, his hips instinctively rolling up to meet her delicate paws rapid stroking.

"Mmhmm, more like you wanted your own fun. You haven't been to see me for three moons now since last I was in heat. Bangu has been keeping me company when I've been hunting." She spoke with a sultry purr, shifting about so her rear was facing towards Troy's face. Backing her hips up, she lowered her hips onto his muzzle as his paws fell upon her hips, pulling her back.

She grabbed his now emerging cock in a two-handed grip, one tightly squeezing around his base as the other twisted and kneaded his barbed head with her fingers, gathering up drizzles of leftover cum on her claws. Lustily, she smeared them back along the length of his cock, getting it nice and coated in a glistening sheen.

"Hmmm, someone's been naughty already I see. Was it a good show at least?"

Troy's only response was to swipe his tongue in a luxurious and broad stroke over her recently fucked petals, purring into her muff loudly. He drove his tongue as far into her as he could reach, tasting the spice of her arousal, and the salty, bitter flavour of the panther's seed as he rasped it from her body as if he were cleansing a rival male from her passage. It withdrew with a wet smack against his lips and a satisfied purr from Serene.

"Mmhmm. I didn't know you had a taste for the taboo. Does your mate know you fuck your hunting pet? Offer yourself to him to mount like a stray in heat? To date his feral lusts in the same cunt he does? Not worried about a sudden, unexpected black kitten, are you?" He teased her, even as he licked up her companion's cum, delving his tongue between her folds to taste her again.

She moaned, and flicked her tail up for him, wriggling back into his tongue's gentle thrusts while she rolled his heavy sac in her fingers, toying with his maleness like it were a mouse between her paws that she had caught. She seemed to admire it the same way, with the hunger of a predator eyeing something it wanted in its mouth.

"Ha! Does he know I fuck you, more importantly? And no, nor will he, unless it arises. What happens on the hunt stays on the hunt. If I were you, I would be more worried that this might be a gift from the last time you took me." She looked back across her side at him, and taking one of his paws, placed it upon her rounded belly, apparently revelling in his tongue work and the sudden, alarmed look upon his face both.

"Don't look so surprised, Troy. I told you I was in heat, and you insisted on breeding me until the moon rose. You really should have expected such a thing, cub. Gunjan might be bigger and stronger than you, but you had a full day's head start. You're lucky he's an Amasii too..." she let the words hang deviously as she lowered her muzzle, kissing the top of his cock with a delicate purr. He throbbed in response, biting back a groan as her paw squeezed around his base tightly, deliberately denying him the pleasure his body yearned for just a moment longer while she got to have her fun tormenting him.

"Maybe you'll get away with putting a few of your pretty little bastard cubs in me this time..." She went down lower, wrapping his prick in the warm, moist embrace of her mouth, with her rough, feline tongue swirling around his girth. She rose back up with a satisfying pop, a string of precum connecting her lips before she cleaned them with a single, deft swipe.

Her hazel eyes met his wickedly, her paw on his cock not stopping its tight stroking for even a moment, and Troy's hips rolled up into her touch as he fought to hold himself back from another, rapidly rising peak.

"Maybe I'll let you get away with putting another litter of your own in me after they're born as well..." She whispered deviously, full of naughty promise as her tongue flicked over the narrow slit at the tip of his maleness.

That did it for him, and with a roar, he thrust upwards, knees locking as he sprayed a ribbon of cum across Serene's muzzle, marking her with stripes of off white from her brow to her chin. She licked at them greedily and then dove down to nurse upon his cock like a whelp, suckling noisily as she swallowed. She moaned and purred all the while, gulping his seed down ravenously, while her paws rolled his sac, coaxing more still from him.

When his hips finally sank back to the stone and the throbs eased to a weak trickle, she lifted herself up off him and turned with a satisfied grin as she swirled her tongue around her muzzle. Turning and swishing her tail almost tauntingly, she backed herself against the smooth trunk of a baobab tree by the shore. She lured him back in, and he was instantly hard by the time her fingers had curled in his direction, tempting him to treat upon her body again.

"Now come show me why the lion is the King of the pride lands." Her words were as demanding as her paws and they roamed over his chest needily, pulling him in and linking behind his head. Their tongues met in a battle for dominance as she pulled him into their hot and messy kiss, before sliding down along his flank to guide his wonderful cock between her legs, sliding between her hot and swollen sex lips, smearing her entrance with his cum.

When he thrust into her, their kiss broke, her moan startling the birds in the branches above as he set to railing her freshly bred sex. He didn't care he was getting sloppy seconds from a feral. The jaguar's pregnant body hugged around him in a death grip, and her legs left the ground to cross her ankles above his swaying tail. Her own, thinner, more dainty one coiled around his leg as he fucked her with a roughness to challenge to panther's claim on her cunt, her claws raking along his back.

He would bear the marks of this conquest as well, as he did all the other mates he stole under the guise of hunting. He was hunting after all, in a sense, but there was far better prey than just antelope or gazelle in the feline pride lands. Rival clan queens were the highest prize of all among males, and doubly so if they were already claimed. Such stollen trophies brought all sorts of bragging rights for him back in his village, and Amasii Rex's wore the claw marks from their savage matings like badges of pride, each new set with a story to tell.

Serene was no exception. Her claws dug deep, leaving fresh cuts beneath his fur as he claimed her, his barbs scratching through her tight love tunnel with each pull of his hips, each hammer blow forward making his tip kiss her cervix. She howled, body clenching around him as she rode his cock to a blissful high, rolling her hips like a dancer to keep pace with his frenzied, feverish, breeding thrusts.

Wet slaps filled the watering hole, along with the cries of a pair of felines in the midst of savage, primal copulation. Troy's larger claws scraped marks in the thick, ancient bark of the tree, adding fresh gouges to it where many others had done likewise in the past. It was a popular spot, and as Serene had said, what happened on the hunt, stayed on the hunt. The only word of this that would get back to anyone else was the fresh scars he'd bear upon his back to the village afterwards.

He bit her lip and tugged roughly, one paw encircling her delicate throat to pin her securely against the trunk of the tree as a fresh peak began to rise. She gasped and stilled against him as his next thrusts pushed her body further up the tree with each slap of their hips. Her soft, desperate whines came to a head in a pleading mewl of lust and need. The jaguar's body tensed up, claws marking his back anew as she struggled to fight off the inevitable.

Troy pulled back, meeting her gaze as she began to tremble, his paw squeezing around her windpipe. Her eyes began to flutter as oxygen deprivation set in, his grip holding her firmly, impaled upon his thick, feline shaft. He could feel how close she was, barely hanging on by a thread. He grinned, and growled a single word.

"Cum." He commanded, and at once, her eyes rolled back, a jolt running through her curvacious predatory figure like she had been struck by lightning. Her vice-like quim spasmed around his cock, milking him for every drop of his life bearing seed as stars filled her vision. He released her throat with a snarl, and she gasped for air, tangling her paws in his shaggy, dark mane.

He lunged at her right breast, wrapping his lips around her swollen nipple as he drew back, nipping carefully and stroking the oversensitive flesh with his tongue while she lost herself around him. She moaned and whined in at least three different dialects of the plains, pushing her chest outwards into his hungry muzzle, rewarding him with the taste of rich breastmilk on his tongue.

"Ahh, just like that... the Cubs will have plenty to share when it's time." She all but begged him for more, her hips pushing back into his deepening thrusts, massaging and working her muscles around his throbbing cock.

He couldn't hold back much longer, and she knew it as well, able to feel each eager twitch and pulse of his length as he rammed himself into her in a tempo that could have easily rivalled her feral lover's. The pregnant jaguar roared, her paws clenching into fists around his ears as he drove her to another caterwauling finish, the male greedily nursing upon her swollen, matronly tits all the while.

It was all too much for Troy though, and young and unrefined, he had no hope of lasting longer. Pulling back with a roar, he gave one last thrust and sank himself to the hilt, barbs flaring while he fucked the smaller feline into another earth-shaking climax, rocking even the branches of the tree above them with their catcalls.

Warmth flooded her belly, his seed filling her passage and then some, drenching her thighs as it leaked back out of her abused and sore body. Her pretty rosette covered pelt grew matted where his cum leaked back from her, and slowly, he lowered them to the base of the trunk, falling in a pile of well fucked feline. His cock throbbed within her, and she reached down, cupping his clenching sac as it emptied its contents in her rippling love tunnel.

"Ahh, gods above Troy... that was..." she purred, and lay her head upon his shoulder, chuffing sweetly and nuzzling into the side of his neck affectionately.

"Wonderful? Exhilarating? The best you've ever had?" He suggested, his tongue dragging along her throat. Claws pinpricked along his back as she dig them naughtily into him, making his whole body tense.

"...a good start." Serene grinned, slowly starting to roll her hips again, riding the male who was already beginning to harden within her, grateful for that feline stamina. He would go all night if she made him. At this rate, she might just yet have.

"Moonrise is a long way off yet Troy. You have got a lot of lost time to make up for yet."