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As soon as he was under the shadow of the bus stop, Dante fell to the ground, exhausted. He didn't know how long he'd been walking under the scorching sun, but it felt like a thousand kilometers. The young wolf was dirty and bruised, and his clothes were tattered. His backpack, which at some point held water and food, was now empty.

"Disgusting, even here we're not free from these," said an old female voice.

"Leave him be, mom," a younger female voice spoke up. "Besides, look, the bus is already here."

Dante hadn't even noticed that there were more people waiting at the bus stop. The wolf turned his head as best as he could and saw in the distance the blurred figure of the bus approaching down the road. He didn't know why, but he hoped that there was something on that bus, whatever it was, that would help him with his precarious situation.

The bus came to a halt at the stop and the two females got on. No one got off, and the bus disappeared into the distance just as it had arrived. Dante made an effort to straighten up and sit on the bus stop seat. He was alone, and there were no signs of civilization around him other than the lonely stop and the seemingly endless highway. He was at a crossroads between a minor road and the highway, but there was no signage, and he had no idea where he was. Dante didn't know how long it was before he passed out.

* * *

"Hey," said a deep voice.

Dante felt something touching his shoulder. He opened his eyes and saw the dirt floor next to the bus stop.

"Hey kid, are you okay?"

The hand on his shoulder gently turned him face up, and Dante saw the vague silhouette of the person speaking to him. Was he a person? He had to be an angel. He was an enormous male lion, whose mane radiated power and virility. The lion looked around him with a worried expression, until he returned his gaze to Dante, who just stared at the newcomer in silence.

"No, you're clearly not okay. Give me a second, I'll be right back."

The lion jumped to his feet and ran... somewhere. After a few moments, he was back with a bottle in his hand. He brought it to Dante's mouth and helped him drink. The wolf took a few sips of the water inside and felt as if life was slowly returning to his body. Soon, the bottle was empty.

"That was all the water I had," said the lion, concerned. "Look, I don't know who you are or where you're going, but I can't leave you here to die. I'll take you to a safe place, okay? With water, and food, and a comfortable bed."

Dante gave the slightest nod of approval, and the lion scooped him up as if he weighed nothing. He took him to a fairly large pickup truck and gently deposited him in the passenger seat. The lion buckled Dante up and reclined his seat slightly before heading to the driver's seat. Dante tried to keep his eyes open, but everything was a blur. He felt the lion's hand on his shoulder again.

"You'll be fine, buddy. Come on, don't give up!"

The wolf felt the truck start up and fell unconscious again.

* * *

When he woke up, Dante found himself in an unknown place. He was in a small room, and through the only window he saw that it was already night. Aside from the bed he was lying on, there was only a small table and two chairs. The lion was sitting on one of them, with a book in his hands, his frame far too big for the small chair. His gaze went up from the book to the wolf when he realized he was awake.

"How are you feeling?" the lion said as he stood up and walked over to the head of the bed.

Dante tried to reply, but his mouth and throat were dry. The lion took a glass of water from the table and passed it to him. Summoning what little strength he had left, Dante held the glass and drank eagerly.

"More?" asked the lion.

"Y-yes, please," Dante replied. His voice felt clumsy and scratchy.

The lion took the glass and headed for a door that Dante guessed led to a bathroom. The sound of running water from the faucet was extremely comforting to the wolf.

"I assume you must be hungry too. I have some sandwiches, if you'd like. It's not much, but for now..."

"Thanks..."

The lion fetched two sandwiches and handed one to Dante, who devoured it in a few bites. The lion laughed as he watched him, and gave him the second sandwich.

"What about you?" Dante asked.

"I'll survive," the lion replied with a smile.

That smile... it was almost angelic. Only then, as he ate the second sandwich, did Dante take a good look at his savior's appearance. Even in his dizzy state, his first impression had been correct, this lion was very, very_big. He was easily over two meters tall, and appropriately wide. He was wearing a white tank top and a pair of dirty blue jeans that outlined a considerable bulge, which Dante couldn't help noticing. His exposed arms were _massive, and his pecs strained the fabric of his shirt. He also had a prominent belly, which alongside the rest of his body made him even more imposing. His mane was long and thick, giving him an air of wild elegance that contrasted with his otherwise unkempt appearance.

"Thank you," Dante said. "Thank you very, very much, mister..."

"Mauro," said the lion. "But please, drop the 'mister' part, you make me feel old."

Dante smiled. It felt so strange to be smiling after nearly dying of dehydration not too long ago.

"Thank you, Mauro."

"I couldn't just leave you lying there, kid. Although I assume your name isn't 'kid', is it?"

"Dante."

"Well, pleased to meet you, Dante."

Mauro offered his hand, and Dante shook it. The greeting was firm, but still gentle.

"You must be exhausted," said Mauro. "You'll tell me later just what the hell you were doing lying on the ground in the middle of nowhere. For now, just rest."

"Where are we?"

"First motel I found. I usually just sleep in the truck, but I wanted you to be comfortable."

"I... I have no way to pay for this..."

"Don't worry about that, it's on me."

Dante stared at Mauro. The lion had already done so much for him, he felt very guilty for sleeping in a comfortable motel bed while the person who paid for it slept in the truck. He was still tired and in pain, but he didn't want to abuse the lion's generosity.

"I can't accept it," Dante said. "You sleep here, and I'll go to the truck.

"Absolutely not," said Mauro. "You're still too weak, you need a good night of rest. No more talking, I'm going to sleep."

The lion turned toward the exit door, but before he took the first step, Dante grabbed his hand.

"Wait! Don't... don't leave me alone..."

Mauro looked at him tenderly. He seemed surprised, but not upset. "Do you want me to stay here with you until you fall asleep?"

Dante nodded meekly.

Mauro smiled as he sat on the edge of the bed. He brought his massive hand to the wolf's head and started gently stroking his fur. "You're all alone," he said.

He wasn't sure if it was a statement or a question, but Dante nodded, starting to get teary-eyed. He felt absolutely pathetic for it, but he just couldn't avoid crying.

"Little wolf..." Mauro leaned his body over the wolf's head and, to his surprise, kissed his forehead. The lion's natural scent was strangely comforting to Date. They stayed like that for a long time, until Dante managed to compose himself.

"You seem to enjoy my company. Maybe I should sleep here with you," the lion said with a sweet smile. "Only if you want, of course."

Dante stared at him, not knowing how to reply. It felt weird to sleep with a stranger, but... for some reason, he felt Mauro wasn't just a stranger. In truth, nothing would make Dante happier than sleeping with his savior, his angel.

"Well... no one would have to sleep in the truck, then," Dante said, after considering it for a moment.

Mauro laughed, and hugged him. "You're a clever kid. Let me get everything in order and I'll be back in a minute, okay?"

The wolf nodded, and the lion gave him another brief kiss on the forehead before ruffling his head fur and leaving the room. Dante was beaming. He couldn't believe what was happening. To be fair, he honestly wasn't sure _what_was happening.

A few minutes passed, and Dante fell back into a semi-dormant state, until the lion was back. Mauro looked at him with a smile and headed to the bathroom. Dante heard the unmistakable sound of a powerful stream of urine impacting the toilet water. He imagined the lion there, in the bathroom, with his hand holding his cock, pointing toward the toilet...

"Do you need to go to the bathroom too?"

The lion's voice surprised him and snapped him out of his thoughts. Dante nodded and tried to get up from the bed. Seeing that he was having some trouble standing up, the lion ran to help him.

"Lean on me."

Dante let the lion guide him until they reached the bathroom. When he was in front of the toilet, he waited for Mauro to leave, but the lion didn't move from his side. Simultaneously embarrassed and comforted by the lion's presence, Dante slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, but he was so tense that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't piss, and that made him even more nervous.

"Hey, it's alright," said Mauro. "No pressure, take as long as you need."

The lion was still holding him, and he just waited patiently for Dante until the first droplets of piss fell on the water, gradually forming a more proper stream. At last Dante felt more relaxed and was able to empty his bladder.

"You did very well, I'm proud of you," Mauro said as the wolf shook his cock to let out the last few droplets.

"Come, let's go to bed. It's been a long day."

Dante leaned on Mauro again as he was guided to the bed. It wasn't a very big bed, so the two of them were going to be quite cramped. Mauro helped Dante sit on the edge of the bed.

"Do you need help undressing or can you do it yourself?" Mauro said.

"Un... dressing...?!"

"You're not going to sleep in that, are you?" said the lion, pointing at the wolf's dirty and tattered clothing.

"Well, I..."

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, it's just the two of us. Besides, I already saw your cock," Mauro said smiling, before gently ruffling Dante's head fur. "Don't feel pressured. I'll go first, and then you decide, okay?"

Without waiting for Dante's answer, Mauro took off his shirt in one swift movement. Dante gasped as he saw the lion's beautiful chest and belly in all their glory. Before the wolf could fully process the situation, Mauro was already unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall to the floor, followed by his slightly yellowed briefs. Dante couldn't help but stare at the lion's equipment. A respectably-sized cock hung over two _enormous_testicles. Dante had never seen anything like it. Only when he saw the lion grinning at him did he realize that he had his mouth agape in surprise, and he quickly turned his eyes away, embarrassed.

"I tend to cause that reaction, don't worry," the lion laughed.

Dante remained silent, not knowing what to say, and started to undress. Even something as simple was challenging in his weakened state. Without saying anything, Mauro walked over and helped Dante out of his clothes until he was just in his underwear. The lion made no remark on the wolf's obvious erection, and he just climbed onto the bed and crawled under the covers. Dante still hesitated, sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed.

"You can keep that on if that makes you feel better."

The wolf's ears were boiling in embarrassment, but he decided not to prolong his suffering any longer and took off his underwear as fast as he could. Trying to keep his back toward the lion at all times, he climbed into the bed. He immediately had a massive lion's arm across his chest. Dante felt extremely nervous, but the lion's touch was strangely comforting. Little by little, he felt Mauro getting closer to his body, until his pecs and his ample belly were completely pressed to his back. He could even feel the lion's warm breath caressing his neck.

"Good night, little wolf."

"Good night..."

Dante felt at peace in a way he hadn't felt in a long, long time. Mauro caressed his chest tenderly, drawing circles on his fur and causing his nipples to harden. And little by little, he was lowering his hand, toward his belly... and beyond...

The wolf's cock was as hard as physically possible. And when the lion's hand rested on it, Dante's heart started beating faster than ever. He didn't say anything, though, and neither did Mauro. The lion held the wolf's member with surprising gentleness, and started a slow but steady pumping. Dante felt the lion's grip growing moist with his arousal. Mauro swung a leg over the wolf's body and pulled it closer to him. He felt the lion repositioning behind him, and soon there was something hard and wet rubbing against his ass.

Was he going to penetrate him? Just like that? But that didn't seem to be the lion's intention, at least not yet, as he only rubbed his member between the wolf's buttocks while masturbating him.

If the fact that he'd been rescued by such a magnificent lion already seemed unbelievable, what he was experiencing at that moment was indescribable. It didn't last much longer. The pleasure Dante felt was immense, and soon he began to moan. The lion was still silent, although his breathing felt more intense and accelerated. Suddenly a wave of pleasure hit the wolf's entire body.

"Arrrrgggggggg!" Dante moaned under his breath as he shot his load against the sheets.

Mauro continued jacking him off during his orgasm, his hand full of wolf cum, until it finally stopped and Mauro let go of his cock.

Dante was panting. He couldn't remember the last time he had such a powerful orgasm. As he recovered, the lion behind him hugged him tighter, rubbing his cum-covered hand across the wolf's chest. Mauro then turned the wolf toward him so they were face to face, and lightly pressed him against his chest. Dante breathed in and enjoyed the masculine scent emanating from the lion's body. Neither of them said a word.

The wolf could still feel Mauro's hard cock pressing against his body. He wondered if he should do something about it, but the lion didn't seem to care, and after a few minutes Dante realized that he'd fallen asleep. Within the lion's embrace and after the unexpected but welcome handjob, tiredness overcame Dante, until finally he too fell asleep, for the first time in a long while, at peace.

* * *

It took Dante a long time to recognize the place where he'd woken up and remember the events of the previous day. The sun was shining through the motel window, and Mauro was standing, fully dressed, leaving some bags on the table. Had last night really happened, or had it just been an extremely bizarre dream? Dante realized that he was naked inside the bed, and the fur on his chest felt... stiff... so that seemed to support the first theory.

"Good Morning!" Mauro said once he saw Dante was awake. "How did you sleep?"

"Well. Very well."

"I brought breakfast. It's not much, but it will be enough to continue the trip."

Mauro offered Dante some fairly large sandwiches and a mug of milk, which he placed on the nightstand next to the wolf. On the table there was much more than that, which made sense given that Mauro was such a large male. They ate without speaking much, and then, while Mauro was in the bathroom, Dante got up and dressed in the same messy clothes he'd arrived in. He was still a bit bruised, but he felt much better than the day before. At least now he didn't need help just to walk. When they were done, Mauro packed up all his things and they headed for the truck.

"We have a long road ahead of us, so we'll have time for you to tell me your story. We'll have to make a few stops along the way, I can't drive for so long."

Dante nodded and got in the truck. They seemed to be still on the same highway where Mauro had found him, but there were a few houses and shops nearby this time, so the landscape wasn't so desolate anymore.

Once they were on their way again, Mauro told him a little about his work, and Dante did his best to explain his situation to the lion and how he had ended up lying face down on the floor in the middle of nowhere.

"Well, at least you're not alone anymore," said the lion, smiling. "We should have some reception here, so let's liven up the atmosphere a bit, okay?"

The lion turned on the radio, and they continued the rest of the trip listening to all kinds of music. Dante didn't say much, but Mauro seemed happy to have someone to talk to, so he was in high spirits. But there was another topic that Dante couldn't get out of his mind, despite the lion not acknowledging it at all.

"Mauro..." he said during a moment of silence caused by lost reception. "Last night..."

"What about it?"

"When... when we were in the bed..."

"Ah, that. I thought you needed it," Mauro laughed.

Yeah, it definitely hadn't been a dream. The enormous and extremely masculine lion sitting next to him had masturbated him, and they had slept and cuddled together after that.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that," Mauro said, suddenly serious.

"No, no, it's fine!" Dante said. "I... I liked it... A lot..."

"Me too," confessed the lion after a pause.

"But you didn't get to... you know..."

"Don't worry about it," Mauro smiled, and Dante returned the smile.

The music started again, and they remained silent for a long while. Dante couldn't help but glance at the lion from time to time. His biceps, those arms that had held him close and safe. How his nipples showed through his tight shirt, which was far too small for his huge body. The bulge in his pants, which hid the biggest and most beautiful balls he'd ever seen, not to mention that cock he'd felt between his buttocks that went dangerously close to his asshole.

Soon his own bulge became apparent as his erection grew at the thoughts of the lion's body. Dante did his best to hide it, but Mauro seemed to notice anyway.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of," said the lion. "You can trust me."

Nervously, Dante withdrew his arms from his crotch, exposing his evident erection. The lion glanced at him from time to time and smiled, but he mostly kept his eyes on the road. The wolf noticed that the lion's bulge was progressively increasing in size as well. Suddenly and without warning, Mauro braked and pulled the car to the side of the road. He pushed the seat back, spread his legs wide and unbuttoned his pants, exposing the outline of his erect cock behind his aged underwear.

"That was getting really uncomfortable."

Dante looked him in the eye. Mauro winked, and gestured for him to come closer. Dante unbuckled his belt, and without breaking eye contact, climbed on top of him, slowly, waiting for his approval. Mauro wrapped his arms around him and pulled his body toward him, burying the wolf's face in his mane. Dante was once again surrounded by the scent of the lion. It was an intense, virile smell, but he didn't dislike it. On the contrary, it made him feel safe and relaxed. Mauro positioned Dante so that the wolf sat on his hips. Just like last night, Dante felt the lion's erection pressing against his backside.

Mauro leaned back on the seat and the wolf lay on the lion's soft belly. Then Mauro looked him straight in the eyes... and kissed him...

The lion introduced his tongue almost violently inside Dante's muzzle as he hugged him even tighter. Their tongues moved in search of each other, and Dante simply closed his eyes and left himself at the mercy of the lion. Mauro almost seemed to suck him in, and Dante was surprised to see how the lion suddenly opened his jaws wide and shoved the wolf's entire muzzle inside his mouth, licking him profusely. Mauro opened further, and soon the wolf's head was almost completely inside the lion's gaping maw. Dante's view consisted exclusively of a very wet tongue messily licking at him, surrounded by huge teeth, and, in the distance, the lion's throat and uvula. Time stopped. The view somehow seemed... inviting...

He couldn't explain why, but Dante was slightly disappointed when Mauro's jaws released him. The lion smiled, while the wolf continued to stare at his mouth, stunned. Mauro gave him one last friendly lick on the muzzle, and then started caressing Dante's back. That seemed to pull Dante back to reality, and he helped the lion undress him. Mauro took off his shirt so both of them had their chests exposed. Shyly, Dante placed his hands on the lion's broad pecs and started to massage them. Mauro rumbled in pleasure, while his hands went to the wolf's crotch and unbuttoned his pants to get inside. Just like the night before, Dante saw his cock surrounded by the pleasant warmth of the lion's hand, but this time Mauro went even further, grabbing Dante's balls and gently fondling them. The lion slowly started thrusting his hips so that his bulge rhythmically pressed against the wolf's asshole, making him moan in pleasure.

Suddenly, while Mauro was still busy with his balls, Dante remembered something. Something very important. "Mauro..." he said between moans.

"Yes, little wolf?" the lion said, stopping his thrusts.

"Can I see yours?"

Mauro laughed, and pressed the wolf against his chest. Then he helped him turn around so Dante was lying backward on top of the lion's body, with the feline's wet underwear in front of his face.

"All yours, little wolf," he said. "Do what you want."

Dante put his head close to Mauro's crotch and inhaled his scent. It was even more intense from the source, more arousing. Carefully, he slipped his hand under the lion's briefs, releasing its contents. Mauro's erect cock was dripping with precum, and just beyond it were the balls that fascinated Dante so much. He reached out a hand and petted the big furry orbs like they were a newborn puppy. With his other hand, he took the lion's cock and slowly brought it closer to his mouth. He heard Mauro moan in pleasure behind him as he licked his glans, and he slowly shoved more of his cock into his mouth, never letting go of those glorious balls.

Mauro abruptly pulled the wolf's pants all the way down, and Dante felt suddenly exposed, but that feeling didn't last long. it was alright, he trusted Mauro. The lion grabbed Dante's buttocks and spread them. Then, the wolf felt something wet at his back entrance, which couldn't be anything else than the lion's tongue. Dante shivered in pleasure as the tongue slid inside him and passionately licked his hole.

It took Dante a few seconds before he could compose himself and resume his task of sucking Mauro's cock. He started to rhythmically move his body over the lion's, rubbing his own member against Mauro's big belly. He'd somehow managed to get most of the lion's length into his mouth, its tip pressing against his throat. Mauro grunted and writhed under him, so he assumed that whatever he was doing, he was doing it right.

Then, Mauro replaced his tongue with a finger. Dante froze and could only moan as the thick digit slowly penetrated him deeper and deeper, until Mauro pulled it back and then inserted it once again. A shiver ran through Dante's body every time he felt the lion's finger slide in and out of his hole. Then, the lion started moving his finger inside him, looking for his prostate, and Dante's moans turned into screams of pleasure. He didn't even notice that he'd stopped sucking Mauro's cock. He couldn't focus on anything other than the incredible pleasure in his ass.

After that finger came two... and then three... until Dante couldn't take it anymore. His body began to spasm, and just as he let out a powerful howl, his cock exploded and he came on the lion's furry belly.

Only when he had stopped trembling did the lion withdraw his fingers from the wolf's asshole. Dante was panting, still shaken by what he'd just experienced. Mauro put his hands on the wolf's buttocks and caressed them tenderly.

They stayed like that for a while, without talking. Dante was exhausted. He just enjoyed the soft caresses as his body recovered, and watched as Mauro's cock in front of him slowly went soft again.

"You..." he managed to say.

"Shhh, it's okay."

He didn't know what happened next.

* * *

A bump in the road woke him up. Dante looked around and realized that they were on the move again. He was sitting in the passenger seat, wearing his seat belt, but he was naked from the waist up and his pants were unbuttoned. He looked to his left and saw Mauro driving. Just like him, he was bare-chested. He had traces of cum on his belly fur, but he didn't seem to care.

"You fell asleep," said Mauro.

"It seems so..." he replied.

The landscape in front of them was practically the same as it had been the whole trip. The sun was shining high in the sky. Mauro had lowered the glass of his window. Dante did the same. The wind helped to shake him out of his lethargy.

"Uh, Mauro, I didn't want to fall asleep, I wanted to finish... you know..."

Mauro laughed. "Don't worry about it, really. If it makes you feel any better, you should know that you suck cock very well."

Dante stared at the lion, who had his eyes fixed on the road. He had the same calm smile that he often seemed to have. Dante wanted to ask him about the kiss. That kiss that almost seemed to consume him. But he didn't know what to say.

"You'll need new clothes," said the lion suddenly, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Eh, yeah, I guess so."

"I'd let you borrow some of mine, but those might be a bit too big for you," he laughed. "But luckily I know of a place where I'm sure we can find something that fits you. And I'll get to introduce you to a good friend of mine in the process."

A friend of Mauro? The idea was as fascinating as it was terrifying. The lion was kind and gentle despite his intimidating appearance, but would that apply to his friends as well? Despite that uncertainty, he trusted Mauro, and he knew he wouldn't let any harm come to him.

A few minutes later, Mauro exited the highway and took a small road that bordered a stream. Dante was grateful to finally have a different view from his window.

"I had planned to visit him on the trip back, a few days from now, so this will be a surprise visit. You'll like him, you'll see."

Dante was deep in thought. Did the lion intend for them to arrive in that state? Half-naked, reeking of sex and covered in cum?

"So... about that friend of yours..." Dante said. "Is he a lion too?"

"No, a bear. He's quite... charismatic. You may be a little intimidated at first, but he's a good guy, I promise. Also, remember that I'll be with you at all times."

Dante wasn't sure how to interpret that, but he didn't say anything. Not too long after that, they arrived at a small town, with plentiful trees and a generally much greener landscape than anything they'd seen on the road so far. Mauro veered down a couple of streets, finally stopping the truck in front of a poorly-maintained wooden house. The vegetation around it had grown beyond control, to the point where it seemed to be consuming the house, and there were mountains of junk lying around. A wheelbarrow, a fridge, a sofa and a broken pool table were just some of the things that Dante could identify at a glance.

Mauro turned off the engine and put on his old tank top. He still had wolf cum dried to his chest fur, but he didn't seem to care. He almost seemed... to like it...

"Where are the rest of my clothes?" Dante asked, realizing that he didn't see them anywhere.

"Oh, I threw them to the backseat. They're all ragged and dirty, so I didn't think you'd want to wear them. It's not like you need them here anyway, we're among friends. Besides, you look better like that."

The lion looked at him and winked. Dante let out a nervous chuckle.

"Wait for me here, I'll go check if he's home, although I'd be very surprised if that wasn't the case. Let me have a word with him first and I'll let you know when you can come. He is quite... peculiar..."

Mauro opened the door and got out of the truck. Dante watched him through the window as he walked toward the house and knocked on the door. Nothing. He knocked again. Nothing. Apparently there was no one home... or so Dante thought just before the door opened and the lion entered, closing immediately after him. Dante looked around. They'd seen some people on the main streets of the town, but there didn't seem to be anyone nearby. To be fair, there really didn't seem to be_anything_nearby but the bear's house, his junk, and the overgrown vegetation.

After a few minutes, Mauro reappeared and walked to the truck. "All in order, you can come."

Dante got out of the truck and followed the lion into the house. If the outside had surprised him, he had no words to describe the inside. Mountains and mountains of objects of all kinds, without any kind of apparent categorization, occupied practically all the visible space, barely leaving a small corridor to walk. The musky smell that filled the air made it immediately evident that a male lived there and that the place hadn't been properly ventilated in a while. Dumbfounded as he was, Dante didn't even notice the bear until he heard him speak.

"He's somewhat short for a wolf, but he's cute. You have my approval."

Dante didn't know if that last sentence was addressed to him or to Mauro, but he blushed all the same and looked back at his host. The grizzly bear was wearing only boxer shorts, and was almost as tall as the lion, though this wasn't all that surprising considering his species. But he was much wider. Probably not obese by bear standards, but very, very fat nonetheless. Still, there was evident musculature showing beneath all that fat.

"Dante, this is Balki, a _big_friend," Mauro said, smirking. "Balki, this is Dante. He doesn't have anyone else and he's had a pretty rough time, so be nice to him."

"Nice to meet you," said the wolf.

Balki didn't say anything. Instead, he approached Dante and circled him slowly, sniffing him. The wolf stood still while the bear examined him.

"The way you guys smell and with all those cum stains, I don't think you've had such a bad time."

Mauro let out a laugh. Dante met the look of the lion, who was watching the scene from a few meters away with his usual smile. He definitely wasn't expecting to suddenly feel the bear's tongue on his head.

"You taste good," he said after a few licks.

"Thanks, I guess..." Dante replied.

"Come, let's get you some clothes," Mauro said.

Dante took the opportunity the lion gave him and hurried after him. The bear followed closely, never taking his eyes off the wolf. They entered a room in which there were mountains of all kinds of clothes lying around. It took Dante a few seconds to discover a hidden bed among all that. He wondered if that was where the bear slept, and the fact that the bed looked freshly used seemed to answer his question.

"Look, try this on."

Mauro handed him a shirt roughly his size. As he put it on, the lion continued searching through the piles of clothes. Dante wondered where Balki had gotten all this. Clearly many of those clothes had never been his.

"It suits you," Balki told him. "It would look nice with these."

The bear was holding a rather extravagant pair of bright purple briefs. Dante looked at Mauro, who gave a nod of approval. He slowly unbuttoned his pants and dropped them, followed by his underwear. He took the briefs that Balki was offering him, and he couldn't help but notice that the bear was blatantly staring at his crotch. As soon as Dante had put on the new briefs, Balki walked around him until he was directly in front of him and crouched down, and to the wolf's surprise, he grabbed his bulge and started fondling it.

"I like it," said the bear. "It makes your bulge stand out."

"What about these?" said Mauro casually, handing the bear another pair of briefs.

By the time they were on their fourth or fifth pair, Dante was already fully erect. He was embarrassed, but he couldn't deny that the bizarre situation turned him on immensely, and the way the two huge males were looking at him, practically licking their lips, made him pretty confident that was exactly what they wanted.

"Look at that, your little wolf is so hard," Balki said.

"He likes big males" Mauro said. "Right, Dante?"

Dante nodded vigorously. He had never thought about it until now, but he knew it was the truth.

"Lucky you, then," Balki said, coming up behind him and crouching down until his face was level with Dante's, so the wolf could feel the bear's hot breath on his neck. "Because I'd _love_to fuck this little wolf."

Dante shivered at the bear's words and looked at Mauro, who just stood there and smiled at the whole situation. Meanwhile, the bear continued to crouch down and put his snout under the naked wolf's tail, sniffing his butt.

"Mauro... how come I can't smell your cum down here?"

"Well, that's because we haven't done it."

"What?!" exclaimed the bear, rising to his feet. "You've been with him since yesterday and you still haven't fucked him? I can't believe that."

"He needed some time. He was in very bad shape."

"Wow, you're more considerate than I thought. Anyway, he looks okay now. What do you think, little wolf?" Balki said to Dante. "Would you let me try that little ass of yours, or do you want to give that honor to your lion?"

"W-what?" Dante said, still surprised at how fast the situation had escalated.

"I don't mind, we'll have time alone together later," Mauro said to Dante, smiling. "Besides, Balki is... gentler. Let's just say I have hard time holding myself back."

Dante looked alternately at the bear and the lion. He felt tiny before the two males, who both stared at him with desire. And he liked it. He loved it. Finally, he looked at Balki, and nodded.

The bear smiled, showing his teeth, and then walked over to Dante and gave him a lick, and then another, leaving his face covered with saliva. Balki began to crouch as he ran his tongue across the wolf's chest and stomach. It was weird, but for some reason Dante didn't mind being bathed in bear drool. On the contrary, it felt amazing. His erect cock was already oozing precum. When he arrived there, Balki surrounded the wolf's member with his tongue and then popped the whole thing into his mouth, making Dante shiver in pleasure.

"Turn around," Balki ordered after sucking him for a minute. "And raise that fluffy tail of yours."

Dante obeyed without hesitation, spreading his legs a little and raising his tail to give the bear free access to his asshole.

"Hmmmm, so good," the bear muttered, practically burying his nose in the wolf's hole and inhaling deeply.

"Sorry," Mauro said, "this looks too good to pass up."

The lion, already undressed, stood in front of Dante, then he bent down to the wolf's height and kissed him. Dante opened his mouth and let Mauro's tongue in, while the lion hugged him tightly. He couldn't explain it, but for as long as the kiss lasted, some part deep inside Dante wished that the lion would open his mouth and pull him inside. Suddenly, Balki's tongue penetrating his asshole made him jump and snapped him out of his thoughts. Dante moaned and planted his face on Mauro's chest, who wrapped his arms around him, pressing him against his pecs. The lion patted his back tenderly, helping him keep his balance while the bear did his thing.

"Well, I think that's enough," Balki said. "Little wolf, get on all fours. And you, Mauro, help me with this."

"Only for my little wolf's sake," grumbled the lion.

Dante did as he was told, turning his head to watch as Mauro knelt in front of Balki and took the bear's cock into his mouth. It was strange, for some reason, seeing the big lion giving a blowjob to another male. But Mauro spent only a few seconds unceremoniously lubricating the bear's cock. He then went to Dante and ruffled his head fur, before stepping aside and sitting to watch the show.

"Good luck," Mauro said.

The next thing Dante felt was the bear's hands grabbing his hips. Dante instinctively lowered his tail, but then raised it again, leaving his asshole exposed. Something hard and wet pressed against his sphincter, before slowly forcing its way through.

"Ohhhhh," Balki moaned as he pushed his cock inside the wolf.

Although Dante didn't feel any pain, it took him a while to get used to the feeling of having the bear's thick cock inside him. He looked to Mauro's face for moral support. The lion was beaming and fully erect, and gave him a nod of approval. Dante smiled, but had to clench his teeth as Balki suddenly shoved the rest of his cock inside him, slamming his hips against the wolf's buttocks.

"Everything okay?" asked the bear.

Dante took a deep breath, then nodded. The bear started thrusting his hips, very slowly at first, while gradually accelerating, eliciting brief moans from the wolf. Little by little, Dante started getting used to the bear's thrusts, finding great pleasure in them.

"Damn, Mauro, you don't know what you're missing," Balki said.

"I haven't missed anything, we've had a good time together."

Inwardly, Dante couldn't help but think of the two times he'd left the lion without an orgasm. Mauro said he didn't mind, but was that the truth, or did he just say that so he wouldn't feel bad? He looked at Mauro, who was casually stroking his cock while watching the show. The lion had done so much for him, without expecting anything in return. And he also introduced him to the peculiar bear who was currently fucking him. Dante imagined Mauro in Balki's place, and the idea turned him on even more, if that was even possible. It's not that he didn't like Balki, but Mauro was... special. He had feelings for Mauro that he couldn't easily put into words.

"I want to see your face," Balki said.

The bear pulled out his cock, which came out of Dante's hole with a wet sound, and motioned for the wolf to lie on his back. Balki grabbed him by the legs and penetrated him again.

In this new position, Balki's member continuously stimulated Dante's prostate, making him moan in ecstasy. The bear's ample belly bounced with every thrust of his hips. Dante looked back at the lion, who was calmly masturbating. He looked extremely focused. His eyes were fixed on Dante, and his gaze seemed almost... predatory...

Dante brought a hand to his cock, but Balki immediately moved it away.

"Not yet. I'll go first."

The wolf didn't question it and decided to obey the bear, who suddenly increased the speed of his thrusts and started to grunt and moan louder.

"Here it comes..." Mauro said, grinning.

The bear's roar tore through the air. The next thing Dante felt was the pressure on his rectum as it was filled with bear cum. This was his signal to grab his cock and start stroking it, reaching orgasm after only a few seconds and joining his moans to those of the bear. The first jet of cum hit him squarely on the face, drawing a chuckle from Mauro.

Dante licked his lips just in time to see Balki collapsing on top of his body, trapping him completely. He could breathe just fine, but he had no chance of escaping. Not like he wanted to, anyway. After a while, the bear finally seemed to recover and pulled his cock out of Dante's asshole, followed by a torrent of bear cum.

Balki stared at Dante, expressionless, until he lunged at the wolf's muzzle and kissed him on the mouth. Dante tried to reciprocate, but he couldn't keep up with the bear's passionate pace. Then, just as Mauro had done a few hours ago, Balki opened his mouth unnaturally wide and engulfed the wolf's head completely, leaving him in total darkness. But unlike Mauro, Balki went even further, and Dante made no attempt to stop him.

The bear took hold of his armpits and began to push Dante deeper inside as he swallowed. The wolf's head began to descend down the bear's tight throat as Balki savored his chest and began to engulf his arms, which the wolf pressed against his body to make the bear's job easier. Dante didn't quite understand what was going on, he just knew that he liked it. Somehow, being swallowed by the bear did not trigger any kind of survival instinct in him. On the contrary, it was an extremely pleasant sensation. There was nothing wrong with it. No, it was fine. It was perfect.

As Dante's hips reached Balki's mouth, the bear's tongue reached for the wolf's still-sensitive cock, making him shiver in the tight throat. After going through a sphincter, Dante felt that his head was entering a larger space, what had to the bear's stomach. But suddenly, everything stopped. Something had grabbed his legs and was now pulling him out. In a single motion, the wolf slid back up Balki's throat until he saw the light again, and he was met by Mauro's strong arms.

Dante panted agitatedly, struggling to process what he'd just experienced.

"We had a deal," Mauro said, his voice unusually firm.

Balki had fallen on his butt after having his prey taken from him. He looked numbly around him, as if in a trance, until he seemed to register his friend's words.

"I'm sorry... I couldn't help it..."

Mauro glared at him before turning his attention to Dante. The wolf was as stunned as the bear, if not more so.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes..." answered Dante. "What happened?"

"This idiot almost ate you."

"Oh..."

"In my defense," Balki said, "you took your sweet time before stopping me."

"I didn't think you were actually going for it. I should've known you wouldn't be able to control yourself."

"Alright, alright, no need to scold me. At least not in my own house, come on. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm starving, so I'll go find something to eat. Actual food, I mean. Keep looking for clothes, if you want," he said to Dante. "You can take what you want, as a gift for letting me fuck you."

The bear yawned and left the room while scratching his crotch. Dante followed him with his eyes, and Mauro let out a long sigh.

"You were never in real danger," Mauro clarified. "But still..."

"It's alright, I didn't mind it," Dante said. "Actually... I think I liked it..."

The lion stared at him, arching his eyebrows. There was something akin to a smile in his expression. "I know. But still, he had no right to it," he mumbled. "Anyway, let me clean you up a bit."

To Dante's surprise, Mauro reached down and started licking between his legs, where the bear's cum was still dripping. He spent a good while licking his asshole, cleaning it neatly. Despite the situation and everything they'd been through, it didn't really feel sexual, at least not this time. No, Dante got the impression that Mauro was just looking out for him. Like a caring mother would clean up her cub.

"I'd forgotten how strong his cum tasted," the lion said to himself.

Dante turned, and hugged Mauro. The lion patted his head.

"Come, let's eat something, I'm starving too. The clothes can wait."

Mauro offered Dante a hand, which he gladly took. The lion led him through the maze that was Balki's house until they reached what appeared to have been a kitchen once. The bear was sitting, still naked, in front of a rather shabby table, on which rested a tower of pizza boxes. The boxes of the four that had already been devoured. Were scattered on the floor.

"Reheated pizza, a classic," Mauro said, sitting down at the other end of the table and opening one of the boxes.

"Sit with us, little wolf," Balki said. "Don't worry, I won't try to eat you this time, I've decided to fill my stomach with something else."

Unfortunately, Dante thought, but he didn't say it out loud. Instead, he just smiled, sat down between the two males and picked up a box. The pizza was a bit chewy, but not inedible. It almost seemed like a luxurious meal compared to what Dante had been eating before Mauro found him. Dante was hungry and eating nonstop, but he seemed to barely be making a dent in the food compared to the other two, especially Balki. For every slice the wolf ate, the bear devoured an entire pizza. He wondered how long the bear had kept the pizzas. There were many of them, but at that rate, he doubted any amount of food could last too long in Balki's hands.

"What, you're done already?" Balki said to Mauro suddenly.

The lion, who was leaning against the back of the seat, arms crossed, let out a loud belch before replying. "I don't mean to end up like you," he said. "And I also need to leave some room for my next meal."

Dante was almost certain that Mauro glanced in his direction as he said that, and he shivered at the though. The silence that followed was broken by another belch, this time from Balki, even louder and longer than the lion's.

"Bah, that's what you say now, but you can't deny that you love rubbing my big belly after a good meal."

"No, I won't deny it," laughed Mauro. "But as far as the size of _my_own belly is concerned, I want to still be able to drive my truck, thanks."

Dante stared at the bear's belly, which was sticking out more and more with each pizza he gobbled up. He wondered how many pizzas would be equivalent to a wolf, and he couldn't help but laugh at his thought.

"And you, little wolf" Balki said, looking at Dante, "Which belly do you prefer? Mine, or this scrawny cat's here?"

"Me? Scrawny?" Mauro stood up and took off his shirt, exposing his glorious belly and giving it a few pats. "This tank is the perfect size!"

The two males looked at the wolf with amused expressions. How was he supposed to answer that question? They were both so big, so beautiful.

"Well... Balki's is bigger, and very soft. But... Mauro's belly looks great together with the rest of his body, it looks really masculine..."

"Ha! Did you hear that?" said the lion. "I'm irresistible."

"He didn't sound that convinced to me..." grumbled the bear.

"I like them both!" Dante said quickly. "I really mean it. Each one has its own charm, and fits each of you perfectly."

Both males looked at him, smiling, and Balki stood up.

"Oh yeah?" said the bear, walking closer until he was just next to Dante. "Why don't you show us how much you mean it?"

He didn't need to be asked twice. Dante pushed aside his chair and stood in front of the massive bear belly. He planted his hands on it and began kneading the big furry dome. It felt so good. Filled with pizza, it looked even bigger than when the bear fucked him. He wondered how it would feel like to be in there. He imagined himself curled up inside the bear's stomach, with Mauro's hands feeling him from the outside.

Meanwhile, the real Mauro got behind Dante and hugged him, pulling him closer to his body. The wolf's head rested just above the lion's stomach, between his pectorals. Dante sighed, and felt the lion push forward, bumping his belly with the bear's.

Dante was sandwiched between Balki and Mauro's bodies. He tried his best to continue massaging the bear's belly while the lion's pressed against his back. He suddenly heard a wet sound just as a dribble of saliva fell on his face. He looked up as best he could to see the two big males kissing passionately. They touched and groped each other as they kissed for a good minute, with Dante trapped in the middle, unable to move or do anything. Not that he had anything against it.

Without words, Mauro directed the trio as they moved away from the kitchen table, still joined in the passionate embrace. He then pushed his weight forward, causing the three of them to fall to the floor, with Balki at the bottom of the pile. Mauro stood up quickly so he didn't crush Dante, who lay flat on Balki's belly. The bear held the wolf in a tight hug, and Dante could do nothing but enjoy himself, his face buried in the bear's thick fur.

"Let's take care of this big bear, shall we?" Mauro said.

The lion lay down on the ground in front of Balki and spread his legs, sticking his snout under the bear's balls and inhaling his scent. "Oof. When was the last time you took a bath, Balki?"

"I don't remember..." replied Balki as he dragged Dante's hips across his belly toward his crotch until he had the wolf right on top of his cock, which was already hardening again and rubbing the wolf's asshole.

"Oh no, you already had your turn," said Mauro seeing this, and grabbed the bear's cock to stop his advances.

"Hey, just because you don't want to fuck him doesn't mean I can't... Ahhhh, fuck!"

Balki yelped and pulled Dante closer to his chest. Then his hold loosened, and the wolf was able to sit up to see what had happened. Mauro was smiling mischievously, with one of his hands holding Balki's cock and the other with two fingers inside the bear's asshole.

"Leave this area to me, you can focus on the upper half," Mauro said to Dante.

Balki shivered every time Mauro massaged his prostate, and Dante suspected he wouldn't last long at that pace. Dante looked at the bear and placed his hands on his soft belly again. He rubbed it for a minute before moving upward to the bear's broad chest.

"Ahhhhhh," Balki moaned as Dante kneaded his chest, gradually increasing the intensity.

"Suck his nipples, he loves that," Mauro said.

Dante followed Mauro's suggestion, eliciting more moans from the bear. His nipples were thick and they hardened at the touch of the wolf's tongue. After a while, Dante ran his tongue toward one of the bear's armpits. Balki cooperated by raising his arm as soon as he noticed the wolf's intentions. Dante buried his muzzle in the bear's bushy armpit and took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the intense scent of the bear's concentrated musk. He opened his mouth again and passionately licked Balki's armpit for a while, before running his tongue up the bear's neck and onto his snout. Balki stared at him for less than a second before lunging to shove the wolf's face into his mouth once again.

Balki didn't seem to have any intention of swallowing this time, though. He just held Dante's head there, running his tongue over all his features and tasting him. Dante felt his muzzle, his ears, and his entire head get soaked by the bear's saliva. He could vaguely see Balki's throat in front of him. He wanted to get in. He wanted it so much. But he remembered Mauro behind him. No, as tempting as the bear's stomach was, he knew the lion had other plans for him.

After one last long lick to his muzzle, Balki released Dante's soaked head. The bear seemed to be in absolute ecstasy. His tongue was lolling to the side of his muzzle, his look was unfocused and his breathing was getting faster.

"Dante, turn this way," Mauro said.

Dante turned to face the lion. Between the two of them stood the bear's throbbing cock, which was currently being attended by one of Mauro's hands, while the other was still busy with the bear's asshole. Mauro brought his face close to Dante, who did the same, and their muzzles fused again in a wet, passionate kiss.

"Ah, ah, ah!"

Balki's entire body was shaking as he moaned louder and louder, until Dante felt a powerful jet of warm and viscous liquid hit his chest. When the kiss ended and Mauro stepped back, he exposed his cum-covered hand still gripping the bear's cock, and then brought it to his mouth and sensually licked the cum from his fingers as he stared at Dante. The wolf's cock, hard again, throbbed and dripped precum.

Mauro jerked his fingers away from Balki's hole, making the bear moan one last time before suddenly falling asleep. "He's going to need a good nap to recover after eating so much and now this," the lion said, pointing at the now unconscious bear. "We should probably let him sleep, don't you think?"

"Y-yeah, that's probably for the best," Dante said, surprised at how fast the bear fell asleep. "Shouldn't we move him to the bed, though?"

"Do you want to carry him?" Mauro said with a smirk.

Dante looked at the massive bear. "Ehhh..."

Mauro laughed. "Don't worry about it, he'll be okay. Trust me."

"Well, in that case..."

Before Dante could finish, Mauro scooped him up and slung him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Dante stared at Balki one last time as Mauro carried him outside the kitchen. They went to the room where they'd been earlier, the one with the piles of clothes, where the bear fucked him and nearly ate him. Dante had a feeling that something similar was about to happen.

The lion gently laid him on the bed, which had the unmistakable scent of Balki's musk. Dante didn't pay much attention to that, though, as he could only focus on Mauro as he finished undressing. Mauro climbed on the bed, and Dante once again marveled at the sight before him. The lion's semi-erect cock hung above his huge balls. Mauro leaned over Dante and kissed him again, but this time he was slower, more delicate than the last few times. The lion's tongue trailed down his chest, licking up the remnants of Balki's recent orgasm.

Dante winced as the lion licked his nipples, but Mauro didn't dwell there for more than a few seconds. His goal was something else. Mauro had his muzzle in front of the wolf's crotch, and Dante spread his legs to give him access. The lion gave his cock and balls a good lick, and then continued down until reaching his asshole. This was it, Dante thought. The moment of truth. The feeling of his hole opening to receive the lion's tongue was familiar, but no less intense. Mauro went in and out, gently. Dante closed his eyes and moaned.

But to the wolf's surprise, when Mauro finished rimming him, his tongue didn't go far. No, he just went up a few centimeters, and he started licking Dante's cock from the base. His tongue went up and down the wolf's shaft a few times, before circling around its tip, until he finally took it all into his mouth.

Dante couldn't believe it. He had the huge lion crouched in front of him, giving him an amazing blowjob while he just watched, dumbstruck. He put his hands on the lion's mane and started caressing it, just to feel that he was doing something. It felt good. Extremely good. The wet warmness surrounding his cock and the view of Mauro's head bobbing up and down combined into quite the surreal experience.

The lion looked up, staring at Dante with that powerful, masculine gaze of his. And just below, peering out from the majestic snout, Dante could see the base of his own cock. It almost seemed ridiculous, pathetic. But the lion's eyes said something else. There was lust in those eyes. There was... hunger...

When Mauro finally removed the wolf's cock from his mouth, it was shining with a copious amount of saliva. The lion raised his face. A thread of saliva still connected his snout to Dante's cock. The wolf's heart was beating faster than ever.

And the next thing the lion did surprised Dante even more.

Mauro crawled over Dante's body until their muzzles met in another kiss. While the wolf was distracted, the lion grabbed his cock again, and without a word, he lowered his hips onto Dante's crotch. The wolf felt something tight and warm on the tip of his cock, which soon pressed down and surrounded it completely. And then he understood, and his eyes widened, still caught in the lion's kiss as Mauro started moving his hips.

The feel of Mauro's warm hole surrounding his cock was indescribable. The lion grunted softly as he rode him. His smile was a mixture of pleasure and amusement. Dante assumed that his own bewildered expression had to be particularly hilarious, and he laughed out loud.

"What's so funny?" Mauro asked.

"All this."

"Are you laughing at me?"

"A bit."

Mauro leaned over and engulfed Dante's muzzle in a kiss, soon including his entire head again. Had the time come? No, Dante knew there was something else that needed to be done first, something Mauro wouldn't skip.

Just thinking about it, in addition to the incessant movement of the lion's hips, was enough to drive Dante over the edge. He would've wanted to last longer, but he couldn't help it. Dante felt his entire body tensing, and he clenched his fists as he came inside the lion's warm asshole.

Dante closed his eyes as he was left panting after the powerful orgasm. He almost didn't notice when Mauro stood up, making a wet sound as his asshole released the wolf's cock. But he definitely noticed when Mauro turned and, without warning, sat on his muzzle. The wolf was overwhelmed by the sudden weight on top of him and also the intense smell of the lion's musk mixed with his own cum. He immediately understood what he had to do, and started licking Mauro's asshole.

His licks were long and passionate. He took his time to properly clean Mauro's fur, but he was also loving the chance to enjoy the taste of the lion's most intimate area. Something that he would've thought was forbidden. But there he was. Rimming the lion's hole after having just ejaculated inside it.

"You're good with your tongue, little wolf."

Dante couldn't reply even if he wanted to. He'd already licked Mauro's hole clean of all his cum, but the taste was addictive and he continued licking until his tongue felt numb, making the lion moan in the process. When Dante finally stopped, Mauro slid back slowly, rubbing his enormous balls on the wolf's face. Dante took a deep whiff of the irresistibly musky scent and smiled. As the lion's cock passed over his face, it left a copious trail of precum on it. Dante licked his lips.

"Dante..." Mauro said, seeming suddenly serious.

"Yes?"

"I want you to know that you can count on me, for anything you need. I'll be here for you."

Dante took a while to answer. "Why are you so good to me?"

"Because you deserve it. And I want you to be happy."

Mauro lay down next to Dante, hugged him and gave him a short kiss on the cheek. Then, he started rubbing the wolf's belly gently, occasionally giving his now flaccid cock a few strokes. The lion's, meanwhile, looked more erect than ever.

"You're incredibly cute, you know?" Mauro said.

As Mauro continued stroking Dante's cock, it started to harden again. Realizing this, the lion moved down to the wolf's balls and then his asshole, which was still somewhat lubricated thanks to Balki's earlier orgasm.

"May l?"

Dante nodded eagerly. He really didn't need to ask for permission at that point, but the gesture was cute.

"Good wolf."

Dante felt one of Mauro's fingers slowly enter his asshole. He moaned in pleasure as the lion pushed his finger deeper and deeper until it was completely inside him. It was finally time. He'd finally have what he'd been waiting for. Just like he'd done in the truck earlier that day, Mauro inserted two, then three fingers, loosening Dante's hole and preparing him for what was to come. When he finished, he kissed the wolf on the mouth, gesturing for him to lie down on his stomach. Dante did as instructed and shivered in anticipation. And then he felt it. The wet tip of the lion's cock pressing against his entrance. Finally.

"Ahhhh!!"

"Do you like it?"

To simply say yes was an understatement. Dante nodded vigorously and pushed his ass back, aiding the penetration. Mauro held him firmly by the hips and shoved his cock all the way inside him. Dante moaned in ecstasy.

"Looks like you really need this. Don't worry, papa lion is here. Daddy will give you what you desire."

"Daddy...?"

"Yes, pup. I'm your daddy now. I'll take care of you."

"Yes, daddy!"

"Thaaaaat's right," Mauro said as he started to move, massaging the wolf's prostate.

"Harder, daddy! Harder!"

He didn't have to say it again. Mauro quickly increased the pace of his thrusts, and soon started moaning along with the wolf in his deep, masculine voice. His movements were wild and passionate, and Dante thought the lion's orgasm would come soon. But he was just getting started.

Again and again, the lion's hips clashed against the wolf's, and his heavy balls bounced with each thrust. Mauro was pressing his full weight on Dante, and whatever consideration he seemed to have had at the start was slowly disappearing. Although Dante was perfectly okay with it. The lion fucked him hard, and the wolf could only moan in extreme pleasure. Mauro produced so much precum that Dante never felt a lack of lubrication, despite the rough penetration.

"My pup... My little wolf... It feels like I've been waiting for this moment for so long..."

Dante felt the same, and it was hard to believe he'd only met the lion the previous day. That seemed like a lifetime away now.

"I'm glad I waited, though. Fucking you last night while you were still so weak would've been cruel, even though I really wanted to."

"Well, you... ahhh, you don't need to hold back... any longer..." Dante said between moans.

Mauro chuckled. "I'll be honest. I felt very jealous of Balki when he fucked you. I wanted to be in his place so much. But I don't regret letting him go first, it helped me learn a few things about you. And indeed... I won't hold back anymore..."

If Dante thought Mauro was going hard before, he wasn't prepared for what was coming as all of a sudden Mauro went absolutely wild. The lion's intense thrusts and guttural grunts reminded Dante more of a feral beast rather than a person. A beast whose only purpose in life was to fuck Dante as hard as he could.

And that was precisely what the beast did.

Dante, meanwhile, couldn't really do anything beyond moaning, as Mauro had him completely pinned against the bed. He was fully at the mercy of the lion, and he loved every second. Mauro was rough, yes. Very, very rough. He had no doubt that he'd be extremely sore after all this was over. But it was worth it. He'd never felt so much pleasure. He'd never even thought it was possible to feel so much pleasure.

None of them said anything coherent for a while, and Dante lost track of time. It was hard to focus on anything else beyond Mauro's cock inside his asshole, the lion's heavy body pressing against his back, and the smell of sex flooding the air.

At some point, Mauro pulled out his cock from Dante's asshole, making him feel strangely empty, and hugged him tenderly. Dante could feel the lion's hot breath against his neck.

"Do you want your milk, little wolf?" Mauro whispered in his ear.

"Y-yes, daddy..." Dante managed to mutter.

Mauro stepped over the exhausted wolf and faced him. The lion's cock gleamed in front of him, and his majestic balls completed the perfect scene. Dante just had to find the strength to open his mouth slightly, and let the lion take care of the rest. Mauro held Dante's muzzle with surprising gentleness compared to his recent ferocity, and slowly pushed his cock inside the wolf's mouth. Dante gave it a couple licks before Mauro grabbed his head and shoved it against his crotch. Just like that, the beast was back.

Once again, Dante couldn't do anything. Even moaning was a challenge this time as Mauro literally fucked his muzzle. His senses were overwhelmed by the strong taste of the lion's cock and the musk of his crotch.

Mauro slowed down for a moment, which Dante used to hug the lion around the waist and start fondling his buttocks. As Mauro continued face-fucking him, Dante dared to do something bold, and brought one of his hands to the lion's asshole. Well, maybe he wasn't so bold considering that he was cumming inside that hole just a few minutes ago. But still, he definitely got a reaction from the lion. Mauro moaned loudly at the feel of Dante's finger inside him, and tightened his grip on the wolf's head.

Dante stuck in a second finger, and Mauro's thundering roar was the first hint of what he'd been waiting for. A powerful jet of cum hit the back of the wolf's mouth. Dante savored it, excited, but he didn't really have time to appreciate it. More and more cum shot out of Mauro's cock, and although Dante tried his best to swallow it all, it was impossible, and it started spilling out from his mouth. It seemed as if it would never end. And considering the size of the lion's testicles, it wasn't exactly surprising. Dante swallowed as much cum as he could, almost as thirsty for it as he'd been for water the previous day. He was so happy that he'd finally brought his daddy to orgasm.

It lasted for quite a while. Far longer than Dante thought possible. But eventually the stream of cum stopped, and Mauro finally let go of the wolf's head. Dante gave the lion's cock one final lick, before Mauro pulled it out of his mouth.

The lion gently held Dante's chin while smiling sweetly. "I hope I wasn't too rough..."

"Not at all!" Dante said. "I mean, you were..." he quickly admitted. "But I liked it! I liked it a lot."

Mauro laughed. "I had a feeling that you'd be into it. I'm glad I was right."

"Me too..."

"I have to admit, you surprised me with that finger at the end," Mauro chuckled. "You're a naughty little wolf."

"I'm sorry..."

"Oh, no, you have nothing to apologize for. I love naughty wolves."

"Really...?"

"Absolutely," Mauro said as he lifted Dante up, bringing him closer to his face and licking around his cum-soaked muzzle. "Especially when they're stuffed with lion cum. They're particularly delectable."

Mauro looked at Dante with hunger in his eyes. There was no need for words, both knew exactly what was going to happen. Dante gave a quick nod, as if telling him that he was ready, and that was all Mauro needed. The lion opened his mouth, and put the wolf's entire head inside it. The sensation was familiar at that point, but no less exciting. Dante moaned in ecstasy as Mauro savored his muzzle, and then, little by little, started to swallow.

This time it was for real, Dante thought. At long last, he was going to fulfill his inexplicable desire to be devoured, and he couldn't wait. He got halfway there with Balki earlier, and while he was somewhat disappointed that Mauro stopped his friend back then, he understood why he did it. After all, Mauro was his daddy, his papa lion, and he'd already been nice enough to let the bear fuck him first. It made sense that he wanted the wolf all for himself now.

Mauro continued swallowing, and Dante's upper body was soon surrounded by the lion's tight throat. The wolf held his arms tight against his body to make the process easier.

Then, Mauro grabbed Dante by the crotch, and one of his hands started fondling the wolf's cock, sending a wave of pleasure through his entire body. The other went to his ass, and shoved a finger inside his well-used hole. Dante moaned as the lion massaged his prostate while continuing to push more of the wolf's body inside his throat.

Once Dante's crotch reached Mauro's tongue, the lion stopped swallowing for a second, and focused on licking the wolf's cock, while still playing with his hole. This was too much for Dante, who moaned in extreme pleasure as he came on the lion's tongue.

Mauro gave him a few seconds to recover from the intense orgasm, and then raised his head to let gravity help him swallow the rest of the wolf's body. As soon as Dante's feet passed his teeth, Mauro closed his mouth and swallowed one final time.

Dante slid down the lion's wet throat until his head reached a more spacious area, and he knew he'd reached his destination. When the rest of his body passed the sphincter and landed unceremoniously in the lion's stomach, he moved around trying to find a more comfortable position.

He couldn't believe it. He was actually in Mauro's stomach!

All around him was darkness, but he didn't need to see anything. He had nothing to fear. He was with his daddy now, closer than ever. He would protect him from everything.

"Little wolf..."

Mauro's voice sounded distant but clear. Dante felt the lion's hands massaging him from the outside. The wet warmth of the stomach was unexpectedly soothing. He'd never felt so comfortable, so safe.

"Is everything alright in there?"

"Yes, daddy..."

"I'm glad to hear that. I must tell you, pup... you were absolutely delicious."

Dante smiled. "Thank you, daddy. It's nice in here." Then, he couldn't hold back a yawn.

Mauro chuckled. "Sleepy?"

"Yeah..."

"You can take a nap if you want. You're safe in daddy's belly."

The idea seemed absolutely wonderful to Dante. "I think... I think I will, yes..."

"You must be exhausted after all this. Don't worry. I know you've been through a lot, and things often seem scary. But you have nothing to fear now. Daddy will take care of you."

"Daddy..."

"Sleep well, little wolf."

Dante made himself comfortable inside Mauro's stomach, while the lion continued to caress him tenderly. He felt so happy, so relaxed. He could hear the lion's heartbeat in the distance, which was suddenly interrupted by a loud belch, followed by Mauro patting his belly. Dante smiled, and slowly drifted off to sleep, more placid than ever.

Everything was fine.