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“Did you see that? Is… Is that a human?"

“It doesn't even have a tail?!"

“I imagined humans would be much bigger than that…"

“It has so little fur! And look at how small of a mane he has!"

“He smells funny! Not like a male lion at all!"

The metal choker was cold and heavy weighing down on Teren's neck as the imprisoned human was escorted across the long throne room of the great castle. The oppressive collar was connected to a sturdy metal chain that clanged ominously as it swung back and forth in the air, its other end held in the teeth of a large feral lion walking right of the captured human man. There was another big feline walking left of Teren also, the sturdy built male's mane cut from the sides and braided in a very warrior-esque fashion onto the right side of his neck just like the lion's who was tugging Teren along in the chain. The one holding the chain in his teeth had four braids in his mane, while the other male had three. This meant that the feral walking on Teren's right was in all likelihood a superior officer of the other.

Teren could hear whispers all around him as he staggered his way forwards on the narrow, decorated red carpet, the rows of lionesses lining the long room murmuring quietly amongst themselves, casting curious glances at the captured man as they witnessed a live human, presumably for the first time ever. But it wasn't the numerous female felines that caught Teren's attention, it was the large male lion resting at the very back of the vast, pillar-supported space. The king, as per the golden crown decorating his head.

The young man with short, dark hair was able to feel the feral's intrusive gaze from halfway across the room, the alpha feline making his presence felt without even moving a muscle on his throne.

The guard lions walked at a brisk pace, the superior officer of the two ferals tugging on the chain to hasten Teren's footsteps towards the ruler of the feline kingdom. The ominous tapping of their claws against the cold stone floor echoed in the surrounding pillars, dousing any and all thoughts about escaping within the seized human's mind. He was sure they did that by intention.

Even with how big the stone-constructed hall was it didn't take long for the small entourage of three to reach the throne and the royal feline seated on top of it. Finally, up close like this, Teren could get a proper look at the pride leader, who held his crowned head high like a true royal. The resting predator appeared even more paramount than he had from a distance, the apricot evening sunlight pouring in from the large windows behind his throne, narrow columns of light piercing the dominating darkness of the throne room and illuminating his maned stature magnificently.

The king of the lions was absolutely gorgeous. His body was big and covered with golden, fluffy, and well-groomed fur, up from his sturdy paws down to the dark tuft by the tip of his tail. And even so, the glossy fur was unable to hide the well-defined muscles of the big cat, their outline casting clear shadows onto the rest of his fur as he laid down on the big, dark purple pillow, his four-legged frame curved like a lounging housecat's. His eyes were deep and dark and reflected great wisdom, mystique, benevolence, and something that Teren interpreted to be playful, although he couldn't say for sure.

But the most striking thing about the absolutely majestic feline had to be his mane. Being the only male lion allowed to wear his full mane, he wore it to perfection. It was groomed and glossy just like the rest of his fur, coating his entire upper body in its dark, honey-colored mantle. The hairs on it were long and lush, easily capable of putting even a human woman to shame and utter defeat with how graciously it flowed on the great male feline's neck. It was breathtaking to see up close.

As Teren was mesmerized staring at the dazzling body and mane of the feline king, the lion holding his chain performed a formal bow by lifting his left forepaw off the floor and bending his right, bringing his entire upper body towards the floor to signify humility. The male with four braids in his mane then stepped closer to his king, graciously setting down the long metal chain by his paws.

“My king…" He muttered and bowed again, backing away from the flat throne of the royal feline.

“Hmmm…?" The big, comely feline raised his eyebrows and set his paw on the chain. His voice was almost eerily charming to Teren's ears. “What do we have here…?" The pleasant rumble of his low voice echoed in the tall ceiling of the room.

“A human, Sire! Caught trespassing and peddling illegal herbs by the southern wall!" The officer lion announced loudly, his words causing more murmur amongst the lionesses present. “This is what he was found with!" The straightforward male continued, tossing three small pouched and a dagger onto the floor, subsequently ripping one of the pouches open with his claw, revealing its insides to the king. It was catnip.

The present feline court gasped and murmured again, some of the nearby felines eagerly twitching their nostrils at the enticing scent wafting off the bag of herbs. The lion king himself was quiet and composed, even with the closeness of the feline-attracting leaves.

“A human trespasser…" He eventually repeated his guard's statement, tilting his big head to the right as he sized up Teren with his dark eyes, the human somehow being too nervous to meet the big feline's gaze.

“What shall we do with him, your highness? He has clearly violated the agreement we have with the human kingdom, and his acts are severe enough to warrant execution!" The lion officer spoke in a dry, spiteful tone, not even trying to mask his dislike of Teren's presence.

Teren's stomach sunk. Was this really going to be it? Sure, he had known that what he was doing was risky and illegal, but he hadn't expected to lose his life for it. In most other kingdoms he would just have been banished, or perhaps lost a finger or two. Were the lions actually this brutal towards humans? Of course, he knew there was lots of not-so-pleasant history between humans and most of the feral animal kingdoms, but still, that was centuries ago.

A cold sweat started tickling Teren underneath his clothes. He held his breath, the steel choker on his neck feeling heavier and heavier as the royal lion appeared to be deep in thought. The august feline abruptly locked eyes with the human, staring deep into the very back of Teren's retinas, reading the shock and subtle pleading in the young man's gaze. The strong royal aura around him was almost palpable.

“...Spare him!" The big, maned feline spoke in his low, resolute voice, his words causing a tremendous amount of relief to wash over Teren's tensed-up body. “... Humans are much more useful to me as slaves. Their nimble hands are good for all sorts of chores our paws are too clumsy to handle."

“What?!" Teren exclaimed out loud, immediately getting brought to his knees and threateningly snarled at by the two guards. The crown-headed lion looked somewhat amused.

“Yes… I will make this human my personal servant and pet…" The big lion said with a budding smile. “...Unless of course, he wishes to be executed instead? I'm a just ruler above all and if that is what he wants I will gladly grant him an honorable death."

Teren was in shock. Him? A servant to a beast? Was that a worthy upgrade over losing one's life? No! He still had his pride as a human. He wouldn't…

The panicking human locked eyes with the king once more, the big lion smiling and licking his lips, the devious expression on his furry muzzle sending an ice-cold shiver into each corner of Teren's body. The execution didn't mean that they would… Eat him? The brutal image of the act flashed inside Teren's head and he came close to vomiting from sheer fear.

“But my lord! Is it a good idea to keep such a creature-"

A single glance from the leading male was able to shut down the lion officer's critique.

“Now… What do you choose… Human? If you're willing to serve me, then kneel! Remain standing if you would rather wish death…"

The air inside the throne room became heavy with tension, all sets of furry ears present perked up to hear Teren's reply, almost a hundred feline eyes closely watching the young man's every move.

Teren's heart was pounding. He didn't allow his legs to shake as he hastily weighed the implications of his options within his head. The generously maned lion very casually leaned his head over his paws, staring deep into Teren's eyes in search of a reply. He was calm. Teren, far from it.

The entire royal lion court gasped and began murmuring when Teren eventually dropped down to his knees and lowered his head, eliciting a spiteful growl from the guard captain who would've rather seen him executed, as well as a pleased purr from the biggest feline in the vicinity.

“Very well. I shall honor your wish." The handsome ruler of the lions nodded his head, at the same time wrapping the end of the metal chain around his left forepaw amongst the commotion.

Teren was quickly pulled down onto all fours by a fast tug of the metallic leash that imprisoned him, his new king wanting him to come closer; such was the clear message woven into the gaze of his dark eyes.

“Come, human!" He said, excitedly tapping the purple cushion he was resting on with his tail. "I shall teach you some rules of the house!"

Teren didn't put up too much resistance as he was dragged towards the imposing feline's throne. And even if he had it wouldn't have mattered as the fully grown male lion was almost two if not even three times as big as Teren, probably weighing around five times as much as the lightly built human.

Soon finding himself at the paws of his new master, Teren looked up at the mildly amused expression on the large cat's muzzle, feeling particularly small next to the golden beast. His heart continued to beat at a rate rivaling the wild gallop of a horse as he watched how the king stood up from his cushion, the large muscles in the big cat's shoulders moving about in an almost hypnotizing manner. The majestic lion stretched his neck and limbs, performing the trademark feline stretch with a surprising amount of elegance in his every move. Once the handsome feline finally stood up to his full stature, he cast a somewhat condescending gaze at the human by his feet.

*Thump!*

Teren's face was rather aggressively shoved into the surface of the king's purple seat, the big, heavy paw of the male lion pressing him down by his upper back. His first instinct was to struggle, but all his attempts were quickly shut down by the beast putting more weight on his paw. The feeling of helplessness began clouding Teren's mind as he continued to struggle for a decent while underneath the bigger creature's massive paw.

“A quick lesson on the pride hierarchy…" The audibly elated royal growled in his deep, soft voice. “As a servant, you're always beneath the king…"

There was another abrupt tug on Teren's collar, and he awkwardly rolled onto the pillow, having just enough time to gasp before his entire upper body was smothered underneath the lustrous fur of the king's belly.

Heavy! That was the first thing that popped into Teren's head as he was securely pinned in between the soft pillow and the warm and fuzzy feline belly, the king of the lions laying down on top of him on his royal throne. Again, Teren's reflexes told him to struggle, but this time his efforts were even more in vain as he now had over 600 pounds of feline pushing him down instead of just one paw. He could feel his lungs being squished by the fluffy feline mass on top of him and already had some trouble breathing due to having his face buried in lion fur.

And to make matters even worse, Teren was now able to smell the king's musk. All male ferals had that distinctive male scent to them that humans didn't, or at least with humans it was faint enough not to be detected by other humans. On this particular lion thought, the scent was a lot stronger than on your regular animal, the Alpha feline actively asserting his superiority through his natural aroma. It wasn't an inherently unpleasant smell, but the cloud surrounding the beast was so thick that it was enough to actively hinder Teren's breathing.

The trapped human soon felt the big feline shifting his weight, eventually standing up from on top of Teren, allowing the momentarily smothered human to breathe some fresh air into his lungs.

“As a free human, you're probably not used to this… But you'll learn soon enough." The sizable lion chuckled. “You'll make a good servant…"

Like hell, he would! Teren grit his teeth and shot a menacing gaze up at the king's mane, his animosity towards the grand feline showing unfiltered on his face. A lion's slave! He would only do enough to stay alive and escape the first chance he got. He would never accept serving a beast.

“Oh no, bad slave…" The elegant lion purred menacingly, swiftly swinging his head down to meet Teren's defiant gaze. “In my court, all humans should know their place."

Laying down on his back, Teren followed the king's movements, feeling a mixture of shock and shame as the huge cat brought his lower half above the dormant human male. The feral male had balls and sheath to match the rest of his size, both of his nuts almost the size of Teren's own head as they intimidatingly dangled above his head, dragged towards the ground by gravity within their fluffy, groomed sack. This male was mating, that much was for sure. The lions were a species known for being able to mate for hours, and with the kind of jugs their alpha was carrying on his crotch, Teren found that very much believable.

But Teren's fearful admiration of the feral male's balls was abruptly interrupted when their owner brought his rump down on top of the young man's face.

Teren huffed as the fluffy seat-meat of the over 600-pound feline was now resting against his face, the exposed tailhole of the dominant feral nearly kissing him on the mouth. It was hot and stuffy beneath the king's ass, even more so as the feline's heavy testes were now weighing down on Teren's chest. The pungent male lion musk was even stronger beneath the big cat's tail and it didn't take long for Teren to start having trouble breathing as the king sat on top of him.

Again, Teren struggled. He tried grabbing the fur of the massive male lion's loins to try and somehow push the feline predator off from on top of his face, even going so far as to pound the big cat's thighs with his fists when the royal beast wouldn't budge. But it was no use. His opponent was simply too big for a human to wrestle.

“Hmmm… My new servant is so feisty!" The king chuckled, his words eliciting small guffaws all around the court as about fifty lions watched Teren struggle beneath their ruler's behind.

“Remember… This is your place from now on…" The muffled rumble of the king's voice sounded from somewhere above Teren, who was utterly trapped beneath the bigger creature. “Always beneath the king… You'll become a fine throne-cushion in no time…" The warm mass of feline fur wobbled above and around Teren's head and chest as the king further drove in his point by grinding his hips against his new human seat.

The muffled sound of the other lions' laughter got carried over to Teren's ears, and the crippling feeling of dehumanizing humiliation shook his frame. He made one last effort to try and punch the big feline into removing his fluffy rear from his face, only succeeding in eliciting more demeaning laughter from the crowd and the king, whose mass trembled gently with the act.

“Shhh~ Shhhh~ Good seat cushions don't beat their masters…" The soft whisper of the king reverberated around the throne room as he put even more weight on his hips, his tailhole now making full contact with the smothered human's face.

The mischievous lion monarch continued to gently rock his loins whilst he purred, rubbing his rump and his scent onto his new servant, marking him in a very peculiar, public, and humiliating manner as his property. Teren on the other hand was already feeling dizzy from the lack of oxygen, being forced to gasp his lungs full of the king's potent feline musk whilst being uncomfortably hot underneath the big feline. But perhaps worst of all about his state of total submission was that he suddenly found himself getting… erect? From getting squished under a lion's ass and being publically laughed at for it? Why was he getting hard from this?

What…? N-no… Stop..! Mustn't… Get… Full… Hard on!

It was hard for the young man to keep up his rational thinking as he was being so thoroughly oppressed by everything about the feline king. Were he to notice this the sadistic crown-mane would surely…

“Ohhh…!?" The great lion voiced a surprised and slashingly mocking gasp from his golden muzzle. Teren froze.

“I told you, you'd make a good seat… Look at you… Already enjoying yourself." The soft chuckle of the maned feline brought about a crushing feeling of defeat and humiliation onto Teren, who was now pitching a full tent in his linen trousers.

“Humans are such libidinous creatures…"

Teren flinched as he felt the mighty paw-pads of the bigger male gently poke at his bulge. A sharp jolt of pleasure rushed up his spine as the king took the veiled human cock in between his toes and started to teasingly rub it in between them, causing Teren to gasp against the royal tailhole on his face.

“You should consider yourself lucky to have me as your master… Human. After all, I am a just ruler and I know how important it is to reward your servants every now and then… Especially when they are still in training…"

The king's voice couldn't have been more condescending. And yet, Teren was getting closer and closer to a climax with his cock in the rough caress of the lion's toes.

“Humans have such a peculiar musk… Even though you're so close to fulfillment I can barely even smell your scent… If a male lion was rutting one could smell him from across the throne room…"

Teren was restlessly moving his loins beneath the king's paw, being only a few nudges away from making a mess inside his pants, all from being sat on and humiliated by a beast. He didn't want it to feel this good and had zero idea why it did in the first place. But before long, he eventually had to let go. He could hear the menacing purr of his new master as he humiliatingly came in front of the whole royal lion court, the front of his pants abruptly darkening as the fabric absorbed a substantial amount of cum from Teren's reluctant orgasm. It wasn't a long or proud climax, but it happened.

“Good servant…"

Teren was suddenly able to hear the surrounding buzz of the predator felines more clearly as the Alpha male finally removed his rump from the dark-haired human's face, allowing the utterly defeated man to properly fill his lungs for the first time in almost ten minutes. The metal chain clanged next to Teren as the mighty male lion turned around and gazed down at the human he had used as his seat. A faint, triumphant smile drawn on his majestic muzzle, the feline beast carefully bent down and licked Teren's face, his luscious whiskers tickling Teren's skin as the king displayed dominant affection towards his new servant.

“You're now mine…"

…

Columns of silvery moonlight seeped in from the grand lattice window of the royal bed-chamber, in joint with the shadows drawing a distorted mesh pattern onto the pile of pillows in the middle of the pleasantly cool room. The night was silent. Most of the palace of feral lions had already gone to sleep.

The tapping of the large lion's claws, as well as the demoralizing, metallic clinking of the chain against the stone floor, echoed inside the dark chamber as the gorgeously maned king escorted Teren inside, pushing the heavy wooden door shut with his hind paw in their wake. The sturdy metallic lock falling into place between the wall and the door sent a cold shiver down the captured human's spine.

“You should be honored human…" The astoundingly deep and velvety voice of the king echoed around the room. “You get to sleep in the king's chambers…"

Teren was tired. Defeated. He had been humiliatingly used as the king's extra pillow on his throne until nightfall, getting pinned, squished, pressed, squeezed, and flattened underneath the royal feral in more ways than he could count. In all honesty, Teren was surprised he was still alive after having had an over 600-pound lion resting on him for multiple hours. But at the same time, he knew it was because the king had been careful with him. The big feline didn't want to ruin his new toy.

Having been thoroughly subdued and humiliated as a human by the court of beasts, Teren had been extremely lethargic afterward and allowed the royal predator to lead him to his bedchamber without putting up any resistance, getting dragged around the halls of the castle on a chain and choker - like a beast. This had all, of course, happened after the king had publicly dismissed his harem of females, having said that he would spend the night with his new human pet, adding that he had already grown fond of the feeling of having Teren as a nice, warm pillow.

“Come!" The gentle but commanding voice of the king wrenched Teren out of his daydreams, his majestic feline master pulling him towards the pile of pillows. The exasperated human shivered as the thought of being dominantly pinned under the big feline graced his mind.

“Here… Let's get this thing off…" The big feline grumbled as he pulled Teren next to him, nimbly unlocking the heavy metal collar on Teren's neck with one of his claws, removing the constricting tool of imprisonment with his big paws.

The delicate, cocksure smile present on the king's golden muzzle sent another shiver to tickle Teren's spine. Although a seemingly kind gesture, the big lion removing his slave's collar was an indication of fully achieved dominance over the human. It meant that he knew that Teren wouldn't be able to escape even when unrestrained, and him knowing it further crushed Teren's own ambition to attempt such a thing. The big feline was obviously the king for a reason.

“And while we're at it… Why don't we remove these too…"

Teren didn't know if it was the slight indication of possessive lust in the lion's voice, or the singular sharp claw pressing against the back of his neck that made him freeze up at that moment. He held his breath as the big feline claw tickled the full length of his back, audibly ripping through the skillfully crafted human clothes like they were nothing.

The king smiled and flicked his paw as the shirt on Teren's shoulders slipped down onto the floor, cleanly split from the back by his claw. Teren's pants, however, didn't get such delicate treatment, the somewhat impatient appearing feline sinking all eight of the claws in his forepaws into the sides of it and ripping it to shreds by separating them violently. A brutal display of his feline strength as well as his more feral personality.

Now completely naked before the moonlit mountain of pillows, Teren was forcefully thrust into their soft embrace by his robust feline master, who gracefully leaped next to the human onto the most cushioned spot in the entire castle. The pillows smelled of a male lion. A scent Teren had had time to familiarize himself with underneath the king.

Teren rolled over just in time enough to have the mischievously smiling male lay down on top of him, gracefully crossing his forepaws over the adjacent pillow as he pinned the weaker male below his chest. It was warm and soft.

Again, Teren's first, natural instinct was to try and push the heavy feline off from on top of him, even though he had plenty of experience of that not being possible. His muscles had even less strength in them than before and the hefty feline wouldn't budge an inch.

The huffing human quickly felt the rumble of a playful growl reverberating against his chest, as the handsome royal cat set his big head down just two feet away from Teren's own, his dark and mysterious feline eye staring at the helpless young man stuck below him.

“Was that all…?" He asked, playfully flicking his flexile feline tail. “Come on now human… You're not in chains anymore… Try to escape…"

Finding strange resolve in his own annoyance with the dominant feral's cocky tone, Teren started to struggle again, trying to wriggle out from underneath the immovable feline. He had the benefit of having multiple different-sized pillows beneath his back and after a short while of putting in the effort, he managed to prize a few inches of his chest out for underneath the quietly observing king. Sinking his fingers into the fluffy fur of the big feline's robust right shoulder, he continued to push and push, inch after inch slipping out from under the oppressive weight of his feral master.

He could do it! Just a little bit more and he would be fully out from the pin of the maned male.

Teren huffed triumphantly as he found the strength to pull his legs out from beneath the lion monarch, fully freeing himself from the heavy, warm embrace of his golden fur. With adrenaline surging in all of his limbs, Teren stood up and grinned in the resting feral's face, for a moment completely forgetting that he was supposed to attempt escape. The king laid still.

As soon as it clicked, the briefly dumbfounded human turned on his heels and tried dashing for the window across the hill of decorated cushions. He didn't fall or trip on the feather-filled cushions and was by all accounts very swift with his steps. He got so close to the edge of the accumulation of pillows that a small spark of hope was ignited somewhere inside his mind.

But then the shadow of two feline paws and a lush mane blocked out the moonlight from meeting his eyes.

*THUMP!*

Teren dove face-first into the velvety, royal cushions as the king, with one, graceful and well-calculated pounce was able to catch him and pin him down below his body once again. He got most of his breath knocked out of him by the harsh impact with the strong feline's chest and struggled to catch his breath in the squeeze of soft fabric and firm feline muscle.

“Mmmhh~ So close!" The king purred and cleaned his paws, wiggling his heavy feline frame about to really settle himself on top of Teren. “What a bad servant for actually trying to go for it… Looks like I will have to teach you your place more thoroughly…"

One could hear how much the feline enjoyed mouthing every word.

Teren gasped for air as the weight pinning him down was abruptly lifted when the king stood up and allowed his servant to roll over onto his back before parking his hips on top of the panting human's lap. Teren coughed and struggled to fill his lungs with air that wasn't scented with male lion musk, now looking up at the majestic, maned neck of his master who carefully craned down his head to gaze at his servant.

“Don't forget… This… Is your place…" He purred, gently wiggling his hips upwards on Teren's chest, serving the human to a full visual buffet of his hefty heirchurns resting against the submitting human's skin. And to his surprise and shock, Teren was also able to spot something pink poking out from the fuzzy sheath attached to the two royal orbs that were heavy with feline seed.

Teren felt hot and could feel his lower half twitching at the sight.

“A nice and comfy seat for the king…" The seated feral continued and dragged his Alpha lion nuts onto Teren's face and gently rocked his hips on top of him. “You can try to escape all you want… But you'll always end down here…" He purred, grinding his chock-full testes against his unwilling servant's face, marking him even further with his male musk.

Teren could not not notice the spined tip of the big feline's cock creeping further and further out of its sheath as the king carefully humped his malehood against his face. The male scent around the lion got even stronger as the maned male was clearly enjoying himself on top of his human, bullying the weaker male with his abundant weight and shoving his massive balls into Teren's face.

“Hmmm~ You do make quite the good pillow for my balls as well…" He purred, leaning even closer to Teren, forcibly burying the defeated human's entire face into his soft and furry scrotum. “Would you like an upgrade to where you'd only be an object for me to rest my testes on?"

Teren's reply got muffled in the king's sack.

“But I do reckon you still make a better seat for me… At least currently…" The slightly sadistic lion growled softly, moving forwards and bringing his tailhole up to kiss Teren's face once more, purring with satisfaction as Teren's hair tickled his taut feline scrotum. “Mmhhh~~ Yesss~ I'll have you as my seat for the time being…"

The incredibly heavy male lion happily sitting on his face once again made Teren start to sweat, his upper body getting warmed up quite handsomely by the seated feline. It soon started to get somewhat damp beneath the king's rump and Teren was slowly getting dizzy due to not getting enough oxygen to his brain, instead filling up his lungs with lion musk, restlessly writhing underneath the colossal feline's weight. The king purred, feeling his servant's rapid breath brushing against the underside of his tail.

Struggling in the dark, hot squeeze of his master's behind, Teren suddenly tensed up as he felt something tickling his lower half. As if his brain didn't find this situation oddly arousing enough, the big predator was now actively teasing Teren with the fluffy tip of his feline tail.

“You've been smelling quite lewd down here for a while…" The muffled voice purred above Teren, its owner carefully wrapping his fifth appendage around the shaft of the half-erect human cock, teasingly stroking it up to its full length whilst straddling himself on top of the helpless young man's face. “... Humans are such lewd creatures after all…"

Feeling like he was just about ready to pass out from the combination of getting sat on and being unable to breathe properly, the panting human was abruptly allowed respite when the king decided to stand up according to his feline whim, at the same time unfurling his tail from around Teren's erection. His sweaty chest heaving up and down, Teren stared at the king's heavy balls above his face, not moving a muscle even after being freed.

“...Aren't you going to try and escape human?"

Teren knew it was no use. He knew that the big feline was just toying with him. Giving him false hope and then easily catching him again. But even so, Teren brought himself to at least try and get up and dash for the door in the opposite direction of the king.

*THUD!*

Before even making it to where he had originally escaped from below his master, Teren was again tackled to the ground by a smooth pounce from the able feline, who now hugged his human against his chest and jovially rolled around in his 'bed', for brief intervals pinning Teren beneath his belly in the process. The king wanted to play some more.

After doing his fair share of wallowing about in the pile of pillows with Teren in his lap, the king let go of him and pushed Teren away, preparing himself for another pounce in anticipation of the human moving. Again getting an abrupt surge of adrenaline, Teren tried making a dash to one of the pillars in the room, only to be pinned down and wrestled about again by his playful master.

Teren couldn't take such play for longer than five minutes. Being let go, caught, pinned and weighed down on, being let go, caught again, wrestled, and so on. The playful lion king tossed him around like a cat playing with a mouse it just caught. He wasn't violent or rough but did clearly enjoy sometimes faking a bite or a claw scratch, still being careful not to cause any physical harm to his new favorite toy. Sometimes Teren was laid on, sometimes sat on, the king occasionally rolling over him like a furry rolling pin as he systematically tired out his human.

It all ended with the spent human man lying down on his belly on top of the pillows and the huge royal cat laying down on top of him fully splayed out, the back of Teren's head tickled by the king's beautiful mane. Teren was exhausted, but his partner was far from it. The frolicsome royal was excited. Perhaps even too much so.

Feeling the heavy, furry chest pressing against his back with each breath the king took, Teren eventually felt something else prodding at his body as well. It was down by his thighs and it was hot, a little wet and it had a strange rubber-like texture to it. It wasn't until the small spines rubbed against the dark-haired human that he fully realized what it was.

Teren's eyes widened and he twitched beneath his furry feral friend. The king chuckled.

“Naturally, your duties as a servant include satisfying the king…" He whispered and carefully moved his hips to bring his spined kitty-spewer upwards on Teren's lower body.

Suddenly Teren got the strong urge to struggle, but he didn't have any strength left to do so.

“...You're not going to refuse your king, are you? Is it not alright for a male lion to hump one of his pillows?" The king's deep voice was ripe with sexual desire. “If I was to spill some of my seed onto my own seat I doubt it would offend anyone…"

Teren froze with fear as he felt the huge, spined tip of a feral feline's malehood poking about his butt, most of the king's weight still securely holding him in place below the horny cat. The prospect of becoming an active member of the king's harem hadn't exactly been on Teren's mind when the lion had mentioned 'seat' and 'servant'. And yet, that was seemingly becoming the reality, as his feral master carefully positioned himself on top of him and already sought the rear side entryway into his submissive human seat.

“You should be honored…" The excited feral huffed, thrusting his spined stabber into Teren's crease. “I usually only mate with my females during mating season… But since you're now my property I might as well give you the privilege of experiencing what your life will be like with the king…"

Teren gasped quietly as the big feral's next thrust hit its mark and the big, pointed tip of the feline cock got burrowed inside his colon as its big owner released a satisfied growl from deep inside his throat. The royal lion was surprisingly gentle in the way he pushed his spined princemaker inside, despite his apparent desire to mate managing to hold himself back enough so as not to hurt his partner in the process. Teren felt strange the entire span of the big feral entering him, having to abruptly get used to having inches upon inches of thick and hot feral cock inside his rectal cavity. The odd sensation of it brought Teren to moan as his body sent mixed signals to his brain about what was happening.

“Grrrr~ Goooood servant… Very good…." The topping feral readily hushed Teren's moans and lovingly licked the submitting human's ears to make up for any pain he caused with his penetration. But it wasn't painful. Teren only felt good from it.

“Hrmm~ Such a good and obedient little seat…" The king purred once he had fully buried his pink malehood inside Teren, who he still held pinned beneath him. “If you'll keep being an obedient cushion for me I wouldn't mind rewarding you like this from time to time."

The pungent lion musk around Teren became almost suffocatingly thick as soon as the king began his mating. The feral feline hastily pushed himself up to a near-sitting position directly behind his human and pressed Teren down with his big paws as he started to hump him with his golden hips. Teren was breathless as the spined member moved about inside him.

It was humiliating. A human being taken by a feral beast like a female mutt in heat. A human man no less. But Teren oddly enjoyed it despite all of that. What should have been a grotesque and unnatural display of the lust of an animal was surprisingly tender and pleasant for him, who had slowly begun to accept his new position in this foreign kingdom. Of course, he still felt shame about it, but there was no denying how good it felt to be topped by an animal; a true Alpha lion.

The soft growl of a mating lion filled up the royal bed-chamber as the justified king of felines claimed what was rightfully his, pinning down the weaker human male with his large paws as he enthusiastically humped him from behind. And all that Teren could do was to weakly moan and whimper against the many lion-scented pillows by his face as the fleshy spines of the king's kittenrod pleasantly raked the sensitive walls of his hole, the warm fur of the big feline's hips aggressively caressing his backside as he received his master. Teren was still rock-hard from the earlier seat-play with the king, and his human erection was already eagerly leaking on one of the pillows by his waist, rubbing against its smooth surface at an increasing tempo along with the feral feline's possessive mating.

“Mmhhh~ Such a sweet scent you're giving off…" The maned feral purred and aggressively sniffed the top of Teren's head, burying his big muzzle into the human's dark hair. “If you weren't a servant I might consider adding you to my harem… I could always use an extra hole during mating season…"

The low reverberation of his voice against Teren's scalp made the submitting human tremble. Each time he heard his king's voice he grew more and more fond of its deep, ebony ring and the subtle possessiveness it entailed. In fact, Teren slowly grew to enjoy it all just at that very moment. The soft plapping of the big feral's nuts against his ass. The spined lioncock reaching for the very depths of his rectal tunnel, getting rapidly tugged back and forth in his colon by the big male who was still surprisingly gentle with him. The small growls and purring the big feline emitted from his great muzzle. The tickling of his long whiskers against the back of his neck whenever he leaned closer to him. The sublime weight pinning him down in the form of feline hips, paws, chest, or belly. Teren loved it all. He enjoyed being fucked by a lion. This lion. His king.

As soon as Teren fully embraced those feelings of his, he shuddered. The sensation of an orgasm, stronger than ever before in his life washed over the young man, who promptly soiled the wine-red pillow below his waist, cumming long and hard from being mated by a lion. Who knew being the seat of a beast could feel this good. And the beast itself wasn't even done.

“Good royal seats usually don't spill their seed before their king does… But I'll forgive you this time…" The loving voice of the great feline said from above Teren's head, the big wet tongue of the king gently licking the back of his neck soon after.

The king began to growl again. At first, it was just a low rumble, like an evening thunder approaching from the horizon. But it gradually grew and grew, by the end of it matching the sound of a hundred galloping horses right next to one's ear as the king's mating got more and more aggressive. Teren had his hands full trying to keep the air in his lungs as the fast, rough thrusts he received from the king's golden loins were nearly knocking it out of him with each one, all movements of the majestic feline reflecting his overwhelming desire to breed and inseminate. This was the true mating of a male lion. Wild and animalistic, the royal grace from the big male's character gone in a split second. For a moment he was just a beast. A beast satisfying his urges.

The entire bedchamber was shaken by a deafening roar. Untamed and feral. It was the roar and mating call of a beast! But this beast happened to be Teren's beloved king.

Teren gasped as he was once again being pressed down by the feral male's entire bodyweight, the king effectively collapsing on top of him to finish off the fierce mating. Buried under the mass of soft fur and feline muscle Teren could feel how the spined queen-kitty-moaner throbbed inside his ass, gradually filling him up with the king's royal gunk, throb after throb pumping it into the deepest pocket of his hole. The huge feral testes resting on top of Teren's thighs pulsed with inseminatory desire, gladly unloading their thick, spunky feline cargo into the only hole available, the potent feral seed desperately searching for an egg to fertilize inside the male human's tailhole. And the king came so much.

Having multiple liquid litters blasted into his guts by the fertile feline, Teren could eventually feel his flat human belly start to bulge out against the many cushions of the king's bed despite the weight of the grown lion putting quite the pressure onto his whole frame. There was nothing Teren could do but moan and whimper below the feral male as his colon got filled to the brim with freshly milked feline jizz. Not that he would have wanted to do anything else. This was his designated place after all.

Adding a few last ropes of ejaculate into the great pool of feline fertility already lulling inside his new servant's guts, the king purred into Teren's ear: “Where is your place…?"

“H-here…" Teren gasped from underneath the king's mane.

“B-below the king…"

…

“...So in exchange for free passage through the northern parts of my kingdom, her highness Lupina would send me a monthly supply of ice during the summer months, is that what you're proposing?"

The delegation of six arctic wolves, each currently in their gray summer coat appeared somewhat confused but eventually nodded to the feline king's question. The big canines were standing relatively close to the big lion's throne and couldn't help but stare at the pair of human feet sticking out from beneath the resting feline.

The observant feline monarch could sense the budding befuddlement from the wolves and soon smiled controlledly. “I reckon you must be wondering about my choice of seating…?" He chuckled and carefully shuffled his paws over the vast cushion acting as his throne.

Before any of the arctic canines could reply, the big feral yawned and lazily got up onto all fours on top of his royal pedestal, revealing to the visitors the human lying underneath him. “No need to be alarmed, he's one of my servants. Completely obedient and perfectly harmless…" He continued, possessively placing one of his forepaws on top of Teren's chest.

It had now been a few weeks since the captured human had become the feral feline's property. At first, having been strictly opposed to serving under the maned predator, Teren had now transformed into a perfectly obedient servant of the royal cat. His maned master mainly used him as his seat, whether it was tending to matters in his throne room like this, or simply going about his days in the castle, eating in the parlor, relaxing in the garden, or sleeping within his bedchambers. Teren was always with him, and always prepared to be sat on by the handsome predator.

Some of the lionesses in the palace were vocally jealous of the king exclusively giving his affection to his new slave, Teren accompanying him wherever he went, even being allowed into the king's quarters during the night: a privilege the females usually lacked outside the mating season. And they had every right to since the king was admittedly very fond of his new human, both as a convenient seat as well as an equally convenient outlet for his feline lust. The great lion might sometimes spend entire days simply lounging in his bedchamber, pinning Teren down under his weight, every now and then using his new human to get rid of his lust, sometimes multiple times in a single day. Most times he was very courteous and even a bit playful about it, but sometimes he could give Teren flashes of his beast-side when he wanted to mate badly. Either way, Teren never said 'no' to him and simply enjoyed himself, whether he was pinned under the king for mating, or just laid upon normally. It was his place.

Teren was allowed to wear a silvery silk loincloth decorated with golden embroidery, his upper body usually bare, or with a matching top to cover up the area around his chest. He wasn't required to wear the chain anymore and instead had on a dark leather collar with many different golden ornaments decorating its surface. The collar had been a gift from his master, and Teren never took it off. It was also another reason for the lionesses to be jealous of him.

Having his duties abruptly disturbed, Teren craned his neck to the left to look at the six, confused wolves at the base of the throne. Previously he might have been a bit shocked by the audience, but having served for multiple weeks in the king's court, he was not a stranger to having up to three dozen ferals watch him while the king sat on top of his face.

The big lion playfully flicked Teren's face with the tip of his tail, bringing the human's attention back onto the feline body looming over him. Moving his feline frame with royal grace, the maned male brought his testes -hanging slightly lower than normal due to mating season starting very soon- over Teren's face, allowing his servant to bask in the sight of them for a while before seating himself down over his face.

Teren was able to catch a hint of shock in the wolves' eyes before his vision was blocked by the royal feline behind. He shivered with pleasure as the familiar shape and weight pressed him down against the velvety throne cushion. This was the first time today that the king had actually properly sat on his face, and Teren enjoyed it all the more after having spent much of the day under the less-muskier parts of the great feline. He still found it just as hard to breathe as on his first day but could handle the bigger male's potent scent so much better, having grown accustomed to breathing it in daily. Teren sighed with satisfaction as blood started flowing to his nether regions, a curious little bulge getting formed on the surface of his loincloth in plain view of the entire royal court.

“...That is an interesting proposal for sure… But I would like to know more about what we're dealing with here…" The sovereign ruler of the feral felines continued as if he wasn't sitting on top of a human's face… “What does the 'free passage' contain? Are we talking strictly merchandise and goods, or do you wish to transport military through the territory?"

As he spoke, the esteemed lion began poking at the bulge on his servant's loincloth with his paw. Teren shuddered and eagerly thrust his hidden erection against his king's rough paw-pads.

The canine's camp stared at the strange act in silence for almost an uncomfortably long period of time before responding.

“Our queen did have the intention of possibly transporting military units and gear through the territory if possible. It would grant us easier access to the mountainside mines, which are hard to access from the mainland of our kingdom and are vulnerable to bandits' attacks." The biggest of the wolves eventually spoke out.

“Hmmm~?" The crown-headed lion tilted his muzzle without taking his eyes off the defiant bulge in Teren's loincloth. He wiggled about his rump a little bit whilst thinking.

“The queen is willing to offer toll payments for all the ore that gets transported through your land in the case that you allow us to move through your territory…"

The burly lion stopped playing with Teren's cock and promptly stood up from on top of the huffing human seat. He used his paws to skillfully nudge Teren up from the big cushion, eventually getting him to sit up next to him.

Teren was slightly dejected from not being allowed to serve the big feral as he would have liked.

“Sorry… I need to concentrate for a while…" The king whispered gently, his warm breath tickling Teren's hair as he leaned down to nudge his neck. “Why don't you groom me in the meantime. I'll use you as my seat once the matters have been dealt with."

The soft tone of his king made Teren twitch, and he immediately began licking and stroking the glossy fur of the big feline. The canine delegation collectively twitched upon witnessing the bizarre sight of a human attempting to groom a feline nearly twice his size. Teren was simply happy to serve his master. It smelled and tasted like him. Like a male. Teren always enjoyed grooming the king, although doing so properly could take him hours since his tongue was relatively small compared to a fully grown lion's. That didn't stop him from trying his best though.

“Hmmm~ Where were we?" The big feline getting groomer purred, readily meeting the baffled gazes of the canines. “So… These toll payments… What rate are we talking about here?"

The wolf delegation again took a considerable amount of time to answer the king who was having his paws enthusiastically licked by Teren.

“The queen was hoping a reasonable offer… ten percent?"

“I'm going to want at least twenty-five…" The king replied immediately, lifting his left forepaw to allow Teren to go about exploring his furry armpit.

Another thing that Teren greatly enjoyed about grooming his king was that he could tend to his master's armpits that were very much rich with the male lion's heavy musk, a scent Teren had grown more and more fond of after having spent so much time below the big feral's body. He usually spent at least as much time just smelling the intoxicating scent than he did actually grooming the fur around the furry limb. Not that the king actually needed to be groomed since he bathed every day, often with Teren himself, and it was actually the human who was responsible for keeping the handsome feral's fine fur as immaculate as it was. But even though he bathed every day, he was always abundantly musky like a king should.

“Fifteen, with doubling the ice shipments." The group of wolf ambassadors replied after whispering a while amongst themselves.

“How about twenty with double ice shipments only in July."

Teren was slowly getting a bit restless tending to his king with his tongue and eventually started to trail down the feline's golden side, carefully making his way lower and lower until he was face to face with the male's impressive sheath. The governing male twitched ever so slightly as Teren stuck his tongue inside the fuzzy entrance of the hiding place of the feral cat's malehood, meeting the pink tip inside surprisingly fast. Inhaling the abundant male smell of his master, Teren gently licked the sides of the sheath, each of his fervent licks drawing out a quarter of an inch of the healthy feline member hidden inside. The many fleshy pricks were already peeking out once he moved over to the maned creature's huge gonads, heavy with semen even more than usual. Mating season was just about here.

The lusty human didn't even hear the discussion going on above him as he focused all of his attention on grooming the cub-soft fur on the king's scrotum, kissing and licking the heavy orbs so full of potential royal litters. And all the while he tended to the fat and round lion nuts, the king's cock kept on growing, extending multiple inches out of the shaft, twitching and throbbing with each lick.

Eventually, Teren was forced to stop as the king firmly placed one of his paws on top of his back and forcibly pressed him down against the cushion, audibly clearing his throat. “Enough!" He said sternly.

Now with a full feline hard-on, the biggest feline present in the room directed a somewhat apologetic expression at the present wolves. “My apologies… The mating season is coming up…" He said with a small, non-formal bow of his maned head.

“You…" He growled playfully, gazing down to meet Teren's eyes with his own. “Take care of it…"

That was all Teren needed to hear.

“Grrrhh~ So eighteen percent, plus double the ice, triple on July…" The high-profile feline continued the diplomatic talks even as Teren took his massive pole of lion meat inside his mouth.

Teren was very much used to pleasing the king orally as well. During many nights had the big feral straddled his face and started mating with his mouth as he pleased. Getting facefucked by the strong lion was actually one of Teren's favorite pastimes inside the castle, since he spent most of his days with his head already so close to the king's genitals, it was an easy way for him to serve his feral master without the need of actually having to have the sizable beast mate him so evidently before his constituents. Well, sometimes it led to that too. Nothing quite compared to guzzling down nearly a foot of feline cock and getting your face smothered in the pair of biggest balls Teren had ever witnessed on a male creature.

The political talks between the two parties were gradually being hampered by the lewd, wet sounds of Teren blowing the big lion dick. It was hard for him to stay silent since the taste and feel of the king made his mouth salivate so much that he constantly had to be swallowing his own secretions as he undulated his mouth over the spined princemaker, making sure to taste each and every one of the fleshy nubs of the king's cock with his tongue. It didn't help that the king was leaking heaps of pre, the virile male having no issues having his dick sucked in front of his constituents or even foreign delegates, throbbing just as enthusiastically as always deep in the squeeze of Teren's flexible throat.

“Agreed! I'll have the notary write the contract and sign it right away. Take a copy of it to queen Lupina along with my regards. I look forward to working with her!"

An inept observer would have been unable to hear the soft purring hidden behind the king's words. But Teren could hear it. The king was pleased.

“Would you excuse me for one moment…" The noble lion asked, carefully stretching his maned neck.

The excited feline then put one of his big paws on the back of Teren's head and started rocking his hips to try and thrust himself inside his servant's salivating mouth. The wolves were once again speechless as they watched the king of lions have his way with the mouth of his human servant.

Teren was moaning softly as the pointy tip of the feline cock poked the back of his throat, the king's scent growing more and more potent around him as the large male really started humping his face. He was glad. He had managed to get the king to go to heat.

“You little vixen…" The fierce feral growled quietly, covering his muzzle with his other paw. “Tempting your king in front of canines… I thought humans didn't respond to the mating season pheromones of beasts…"

Teren circled the hard feline shaft with his tongue and took the big breeder all the way to the nuts he worshipped so much, carefully wiggling his head on the bigger male's crotch while he pressed him down with his paw. Teren wanted the king's seed. He hadn't gotten any into his mouth in the last few days and was already aching for some of his master's thick and sticky kittymilk. The desperate human was already leaking plenty of pre himself and was preparing to cum as soon as he got to taste the royal potency of his king.

“Mmhhh~ You humans are so greedy… Perhaps I taught you your place a little too well…" The feline beast purred and began humping Teren's lips even harder. “Hope you're prepared to take on the king in his mating season."

Teren's lustful, muffled moan was audible even to the very back of the throne room as he abruptly got his entire esophagus absolutely flooded with feline jizz, the king's first orgasm of the mating season being an extra-voluminous one. The throne room soon rumbled with the mating feline's breeding growl as he pumped wave after wave of his royal litterjuice into the receptive maw of his bipedal servant, cumming completely unrestrained and excessively. Just like a rutting beast would.

The large pillow covering the throne got stained by Teren's waist as he too expelled his own ejaculatory fluids, simply from the joy of being able to bring pleasure to his master, and feeling the ripple effects of the powerful feline's orgasm. He got to swallow his belly full of royal seed whilst the king's entire harem could only gaze at him from afar, jealous and menacing. If it was up to Teren, none of the female lions would get a single drop even during the mating season. He alone was enough to please the king.

After the public session of sensual facefucking was brought to a close between the feral master and a human servant, the pinnacle of feline nobility quickly fixed the crown on top of his head and cleared his throat. “Excuse me. It appears I still have some training to do when it comes to my servant's habits regarding me rewarding him pubically like this." The lion's voice was deep and calm.

“Notary! Is the contract done yet?"

“Only a few minutes more, your highness! Just working on the copy!" Another male lion voice responded from amongst the court.

“Good… Someone, please bring our honored guests some food! We'll have a feast to commemorate this agreement!" The king roared and was met with similar roars from his court.

“You…" The big predator said, again gazing down at Teren who just got done swallowing the remainder of the feral's massive load, getting a few ropes even shot onto his face from the king's eager bitch-breeder. “You'll get your feast later tonight… I hope that was enough sustenance for you for the time being."

After saying that, the majestic royal feline stood up, walked two steps forwards, and sat back down, planting his big lion ass on top of Teren's face as usual. Being trapped underneath the bigger male like this, Teren sighed with satisfaction and embraced the humid darkness and soft fur surrounding him. This was where he now belonged, and would always belong.

Beneath the king.