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"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!" The announcer called out into his mic from the middle of the very large wrestling ring. "Tonight we got another entertaining fight for all of you, once more!" He paused for about a second for the thrill. "We got ourselves an impressive FOUR-V-ONE matchup for all to witness!" The crowd cheered loudly it was almost deafening. "And what's more? We got an all-out Pantheonics rumble tonight, folks!" The crowd cheered even louder at that announcement.

"Yeah! That's got you fired up, huh?" It was more rhetoric as the crowd clearly was getting heated up. "Then let's not keep y'all waiting, then!" He gestured to one of the two sides where the fighters will be coming in from. "On the east side, we have our challengers! Give it up to them folks! First we have, the Origin of Sobek: Sameer 'Menes' Farahat!" At the announcement came confetti blasted off, lights flashed away, and heavy music began playing, just as the person in mention entered.

A tall, muscular crocodile walked in, his dark back scales and crimson-red eyes giving him an intimidating look, wearing tight shorts, fingerless gloves, and nothing else, displaying his jacked and powerful body. He strutted into the ring while egging the crowd to cheer louder, which they did, jumping into the ring he roared triumphantly as he flexed and posed around the ring.

"Next stop! He's everyone's favorite and most wholesome hero! The Mysterious Origin: Markus Anvill, a.k.a Mr. Liberty!" As he was announced, upbeat music began playing as the next fighter came in. It was a buff golden retriever wearing blue and red, right pants, as well as black knee and elbow pads, his trademark, American flag bandana wrapped around his head, his black sunglasses glimmering and shining under all the flashing lights. He wasn't flexing and roaring like the crocodile but was still waving and playfully gesturing to the crowd, he slid into the ring and made his way to one of the corners, climbing on it and blowing kisses to the crowd, ending his entrance with a dab, followed by a perfect backflip off the corner.

"Next we have the Wild Dog of the Fight! Origin of Fenrir: Gunther Sams!" The loud howling came before the music started, followed by some hard, metal rock. Finally, this big and muscular wolf, clad in a full-body harness and tattered leather pants, face covered by a bridle-like muzzle, his wild hairstyle being so iconic that almost everyone knew who he was. He was growling and barking at the cheering and hollering audience, ending his entrance by running on all-fours to the ring, jumping high up and landing right in the middle, letting out another piercing howl.

"Finally, we have everyone's favorite wrestler! The face of all wrestling in the city! Ladies and gentlemen, the Origin of Hercules: Albert Cruze!" This one's entrance was the most fanfare and flashiest out of all. This tall and beefy human with tan skin waltzed in, tribal tattoos covering the right half of his entire body, save for his face, his spiky, dark orange hair shining under the light from all the hair product, body on display since he was wearing nothing but fingerless gloves, tattered pants, and some thick, golden chains around his neck, his face spread into an almost painful smile, he just raised his arms in a greeting gesture and the crowd. Went. WILD! He didn't do anything dramatic or show-offy as he stepped into the ring, just his presence was sending the audience into a frenzy.

"Now then, gentlemen, anything you wanna say before we bring in your challengee? Like, why do you want to fight him of all people?" The announcer asked as he walked past the fighters that just came in.

"To fight of course! Why else?" Menes and Gunther both said at the same time.

"We heard he was some big deal in the industry, so you bet your asses we'll be here!" Gunther added with a growly laugh.

"Hell yeah! Been way overdue for a real challenge myself!" Menes then said, before the two meatheads shared a chest bump.

Before the MC could say anything, his mic was snatched from him by Mr. Liberty. "As for me, I came because the fans asked. Not a good look to deny such feverish demands~" He said as he tilted his sunglasses up, shooting some of the audience a small wink, much to their delight.

The MC snatched his mic back then turned to Albert. "And you, our fearless and mighty hero?"

For about a solid minute of silence, both from him and the audience, Albert finally said just one line. "I'm here to recreate history." And the crowd went ape-shit.

The MC waited for the crowd to quiet down, but it didn't look like that was going to happen anytime soon... that is until *THOOOM* the ground shook as something massive and heavy slammed down somewhere, even the fighters were barely able to stay upright. "Oh my, seems like we wasted enough time here. Now to the one who bravely accepted the challenge to this amazing fight tonight. Ladies and Gentlemen, the most legendary fighter around, the King of Conquest, Lord of the Pride, and the Most Powerful Man in the World! Raise your hands up and clap for the Origin of the Nemean Lion! Leonidas Chrysan!"

If the crowd were going wild earlier, the whole place was shaking with their cheering right now, the somber and ominous music began playing as this TITAN of a liger slowly stomped his way in, easily towering over all the other fighters, his large, muscular body almost sculpted to perfection, his grey fur with black straps alone would make others thing twice about messing with him, his large, luscious, silver mane almost glimmering under the light, just this soothing, beautiful sheen. But then there were his eyes, cold and sharp, showing no emotion whatsoever as he walked past the cheering and hollering fans, climbing up into the ring as silently as he walked in, and just stood there with his arms crossed, wearing nothing but leather pants and leather gloves.

"WOW! Now that's a cheer!" The MC stated with excitement in his voice, he practically teleported beside the large liger, raising the mic up to the much taller man. "Mr. Chrysan, anything you want to see?" He asked as he stood on his tiptoes just to reach the liger's mouth, his entire body shivering as he strained himself to keep that pose. Leonidas just gave him a side glance... then resumed looking forward at the other fighters, not a single sound escaping his mouth. "Ah, silent treatment again. Somethings never change, huh?" He barely caught some movement from the corner of his eyes and ducked just in time as Albert charged forward to deliver a punch right to the liger's face.

But stopped mere inches, the force of the punch blowing a powerful gust of wind that shook some of the stage lights above them. "Heh, they told me you were a stone-cold fighter. That's putting it lightly, it seems." He pulled back his hand... then offered it for a shake. "How about we make it good, for the fans, yeah?"

The crowd cheered lightly this time at the show of sportsmanship, but then went silent as they waited with baited breaths to see what the liger would do... but then shocked everyone as he spoke, his voice just as cold and emotionless as his eyes. "You may know your history, boy, but you don't know your future. However, let's focus on the present and get this nonsense over with?" The crowd oohed and hollered mockingly at the defiant, challenge from the bigger liger. Albert just scowled and walked back to join the other four.

"Oh boy! Things are heating up already folks! So how about we let all burn!?" The crowd cheered as he quickly left the ring. "With that being said... Ready?" The four challengers too fighting stances, but all Leonidas did was lower his arms down to his sides, more like letting them hang there. "FIGHT!"

*DING*

Gunther was the first to charge forward, not really caring what the liger had planned, quickly ducking behind him, and jumping on his back, legs crossing around Leonidas' waist as he grabbed onto his shoulders by the pits, but unable to complete a full-nelson-like hold. Meanwhile, Menes and Liberty suddenly appeared on either side, grabbing hold of the liger's arms to hold him in place, finally Albert charged forward and delivered a powerful punch right to the liger's abdomen, the impact sending a powerful shockwave all around them, even blowing over the audience. "Heh, not so tough now are... you...?" Albert started out smugly, but apparently, his punch did nothing to phase the liger. That just pissed him even more as he let loose a barrage of powerful punches at blinding speed, blowing shockwave after shockwave all around them, one would think a storm was blowing in the stadium.

But by the end of that barrage, the only thing he got out of it was light fatigue and the liger was STILL unfazed by it all. "Are you done now?" Leonidas said with his even tone. "When they told me I'll be fighting Pantheonics, I was actually excited a bit..." He swing one arm, sending Markus flying into the ropes on the other side, then with that same arm, reached back and grabbed Gunther by his harness. "How disappointing." And with a powerful swing, SLAMMED the wolf into the ground, before swinging his other arm hard to send Menes flying as well, slamming right into the golden retriever.

"What kind of monster are you?" Albert was clearly distraught by this, but he was not giving up that easily as he started a new barrage of punches, but nothing was affecting this liger, he was not even bruising from the constant strikes.

Leonidas just back-handed him away, almost like swatting a fly, but Gunther was already up and charging with his own powerful punch... his entire body shivered before the agonizing pain registered and he began yelping and yipping, holding his damaged hand. Leonidas clearly had enough of this nonsense, grabbing the wolf's head tightly in one big hand. "Pathetic." And with a powerful swing, sent the wolf rocketing back where he came into the ring from, the force sending him crashing through multiple walls and out of the fight, and the impact sending clouds of dust and debris flying everywhere.

Suddenly, Menes and Markus were there as well, each delivering their best drop kicks to the liger's chest... not that it did anything really. He grabbed onto the legs. "Oh shit." They knew they were fucked, right before he lifted them up... then SLAMMED them down on the ground. He was treating them like ragdolls as he swing them around, first sending Menes flying after Gunther, then darting Markus through a wall behind the audience. "Owie..." Grumbled the golden retriever, his sunglasses cracked and his bandana laying crooked on his head.

Now it was just Albert and Leonidas, a truly legendary fight between the Nemean Lion and Hercules... but it was anything but, honestly, although it started great.

Albert finally decided to tap into his powers, his veins suddenly glowing as his body started emitting this immense heat, his skin stretching and creaking audibly as his muscles grew in size and density, and his eyes were also glowing with a fierce fire, now truly the embodiment of Hercules as he stood on equal height to the liger, but was much more muscular at this point. "HnnnnggGRRRRAAAAAHHHH!!!" He let out this mighty roar before charging full speed at Leonidas, delivering a much more powerful punch than earlier.

Leonidas blocked this one, but the force sent him skidding a short distance away, his arms slightly bruised and faintly smocking from the impact. "Finally taking this seriously, I see." He may have sounded in impressed, but his voice was still even and calm, almost uninterested... then suddenly disappeared from sight. Albert looked around in shock, then down, but it was too late as a very powerful uppercut connected to his chin, sending him reeling back as a couple of teeth flew out, using that momentum, sent his other fist straight into the human's guts, pushing them right in and causing him to upchuck plenty of what was inside until then.

"Not as seriously as I'd hoped, though." Then Leonidas unleashed his own power, his mane glowing fiercely like a flame while his stripes and eyes began glowing as well, all in the cyan-blue color of his eyes. He returned the favor for all the punches until now with his own powerful and blindingly-fast barrage, the glow of his stripes only adding that extra flair to it all. By the time he was done, Albert was left a bruised and sweating mess. "Don't ever call me again. Not until you're ready to do this right." Then with one final punch to the guts, sent the human flying through the ceiling of the stadium and flying away like a rocket somewhere in the city.

"And there we have ladies and gentlemen! Once again, mercilessly protecting his title! Give it up for Leonidas! The Strongest Man in the World!" The MC announced as the crowd cheered and hollered, clearly loved every second of this battle, but some were clearly disappointed that it ended so quickly, despite the epic climax.

However, no one was more disappointed than Leonidas himself, he just let out a huff through his nose as he turned to walk out of the ring, leaving the place without another word spoken.

---

He drove all the way back home after that fight, not stopping anywhere, his face as expressionless as always, but one hand was gripping the steering wheel too tightly, on the verge of bending it, but he knew how to keep his strength under control, for the most part. He finally let out a relieved sigh as he saw his house coming into view, he lived a short distance outside the main city on a hill where the rich neighborhood was built.

His house was two stories high and pretty wide. The living room was pretty wide, it and the kitchen sharing a space, a glass wall seperating them and the backyard, which had a large swimming pool, beyond the kitchen was a hallway that lead to the first floor bathroom, and beyond that was the in-house gym that Leonidas built a couple of years ago. The second floor was where the bedrooms were, as well as the second floor bathroom, as well as the liger's office.

He parched the car and got out, stretching a bit and rolling his shoulders as he felt pretty cramped in there, even though this was a big model car. Then finally stepped inside. "I'm home." He announced as he closed the door.

"That was quick. Thought you'd stay out much later." His eyebrow twitched as he heard the sound of his wife, Amalia. The lioness dressed in a fancy, but comfy dress, standing there with her arms crossed. She moved in for a hug, but took a couple of inquisitive sniffs of the air, quickly pulling back repulsively. "Ugh! You stink!"

"I came straight home from the arena. Showering at home is more comfortable, also more private without any crazy fan trying to sneak a peak." He explained as he took off his jacket, hanging it on the rack beside the door.

"Can't you at least put some perfume or deoderant on?" She asked in disgust, pinching her nose.

"Deal with it." Was the only thing he said, with a very slight sharpness escaping his tone.

"Daddy!" He quickly managed to spin around to catch his youngest son in a gently hug. "Welcome back!" Caleb, his youngest son was a liger like him, but his mane was barely growing, just a small tuft sticking up on the top of his head, silver in color like his father, but his fur colors more resembled his mothers sandy-brown.

"Hey there, little champ. Hope you've been good to your mother and uncle." Being around his sons were the only times he would actually smile softly, them and one more person. Not his wife though.

"Good, now can you let go Caleb? Don't want you stinking like your old man here." Amalia said with a hint of mocking smugness.

"Daddy doesn't stink! That's the smell of a warrior!" The young cub replied enthusiastically.

"It is, but even warriors need to clean up and be presentable. That being said..." He put his son down and gave him a quick ruffle on his head. "What's for dinner?"

The lioness shrugged. "Beats me, Vincent and the boys went out to grab some groceries."

"I see. I'll get busy in the gym until they come back then, will grab a shower afterwards. No point in doing it before then." Their gym was not as big as an actual gym, but was pretty fancy and filled with the essential equipment.

"Can I join you dad?" Caleb asked, his eyes glimmering with excitement.

"Sorry kiddo, but it's dad's alone-time now. Maybe later when your brothers are back, alright?"

Caleb huffed and pointed, but understood. "Fiiiine."

"And no going in there without supervision, understood?"

"Alriiiiight!" With that, Caleb made his way to the living room to play some videogames.

"Want me to join you later in the shower?" Amalia walked up to the much bigger liger, her hand caressing his slightly damp chest. "Help you reach those... hard to get places~?" Her voice had that sultry and suggestive tone. Good thing Caleb was too absorbed in his game to hear them.

"What do you want?" He asked in his usual deadpan voice.

"What? Can't a woman show her love to her man?"

"Please. For as long as I've known you, you only use your 'sugar baby' voice when you need something. So spill it, what do you want?" He asked again as he crossed his arms.

"Ugh, what's wrong with you? You don't treat Vincent like this?"

"Because he sees me as a person. Not a walking ATM."

"And where is he now? Out doing something or another instead of waiting for his 'boyfriend' on hands and feet." She then had a smug look on his face. "Bet he's just using the boys as an excuse to meet someone else on the side."

Leonidas just rolled his eyes. "At least he does something and provides for the house, not sitting on his ass all day and gossiping with his friends, and uselessly spending my money. Unlike a certain someone I know."

She huffed haughtily and crossed her arms, turning away. "If I'm such a nuisance, why don't you divorce me already?"

"You'd love that wouldn't you, something to use against me somehow. But here's the answer I always give you: I'm not chaining you down and there's the door." Fed up with her nonsense, he turned to walk away.

"Oh really?" She actually stomped her foot on the ground. "You think I won't just leave you, one day? You'll see, I'll be out of your hair one day and take the ki-" She didn't get to finish the last part as he suddenly stood there, looming over with a malicious look on his face.

He looked down on her with the look of silent rage, his eyes glowing ominously, a malicious fire burning behind them. "That is one sentence I highly suggest you don't finish. You can do and say anything to and about me, but drag the kids into this and you'll wish I stuck with just a divorce." With that, he finally walked away, not wanting to commit to his threat right there. Caleb doesn't need to see his father like that.

He stepped into the gym, which had mirror walls on one side, while the other side had glass walls that lead to the backyard as well. He took off his t-shirt and tossed it aside, rolling his shoulders as he made his way to the chest press machine, adding lots of weight on it before starting his set, with each rep his arms and chest flexed beautifully, He was barely breaking a sweat with their weights, but adding anymore would strain or break the machine, so he stuck with what he had, he kept working out for what felt like hours, moving from machine to machine, doing some cardio here and there.

He wasn't really focused on his workout, his mind drifting somewhere else, wondering where things went wrong in his marriage, he knew that things were rocky with his wife even before the marriage, he's seen the signs, but he didn't trust them, everything came to a head when he became rich, all thanks to this gig as a fighter for hire in that stupid TV show, plus some smart investments here and there well, his wife turned into a shameless gold-digger, even outright admitting to some of her friends that's the reason she's 'putting up with him', but he and pretty much everyone outside of her circle know that she's the one dependant on him, the moment he files for a divorce, for any reason, it'll be the end of her and she knows that single fact all too well.

He doens't really give a fuck whether she was around or not. If she wanted to stick around and chain herself to him, that's her choice, if she wanted a divorce to hook up with someone else, that was fine too, again, he didn't care eitherway.

What he did care about was his sons, even though one of them was more of a step-son (his wife's) than blood related and the other is adopted after their marriage, he loves them just the same, Caleb was the only biological son out of the three, but he made sure to show love and support to all of them, providing them with everything they need in life.

Then came Vincent. The black panther was Caleb's babysitter when the cub was much younger, Amalia, of course, was too busy fooling around with her friends and whatever hookup she could get her claws into for the night to be a proper mother, so Vincent was a heavensent. Especially after things between him and Leonidas started become more... intimate, and if he was being honest, that was some of the best sex he's ever had, and still is.

He'd usually get a bit impish and fuck the black panther harder, just to let his 'wife' hear what she's missing by being a gold-digging bitch. But that's only when his sons aren't around, usually sleeping over at a friend's place, most of the time, he'd keep it down as much as possible.

Eventually, Vincent came to live with them full-time, much to Amalia's disdain, being a more proper 'mother' to his sons than his wife ever could be, they even call him uncle or papa in Caleb's case. He'd help them with homework, cook, house keep, even entertain his sons with videogames or something else, he likes a lot of the stuff they like, so he can easily relate to them and is more on their level, conversation wise.

He finished that train of thought as he finished his last set on the squat rack, putting the weights back in place before stretching and rolling his shoulders, his body covered in sweat and his mane all damp and shaggy at that point. "About time I showered..." He muttered to himself as he took an inquisitive sniff of his arm. "Phew, yeah, now I really stink."

"I think you smell nice~" Came the voice from the door. There stood Vincent, the buff black panther wearing a blue t-shirt and some dark colored jeans, with a silver chain necklace around his neck. "One of your best traits, I would dare add~"

"Hey. When did you come back?" The liger asked as he used his discarded t-shirt to wipe some of the sweat off of him.

"A few minutes ago. Amalia was in quite the foul mood, kept giving me the stink eye." Vincent stepped closer, wrapping his arms around the big liger and pressing his nose firmly against his abdomen, taking a deep breath.

"She's just being herself." He rolled his eyes before speaking again. "I'm gonna hop in the shower now, so unless you want to join me, you better let go." He 'warned' with a small smile.

"Maybe I want to~" Vincent stood up on his toes as Leonidas leaned down, nuzzling their noses together. Then gently pushed himself away. "But I need to get dinner started, do expect some fancy stuff tonight~" He gave the big man a playful wink before walking away.

"Fancy stuff, huh?" Leonidas repeated to himself, his stomach growling in hunger and excitement, meanwhile, his cock was tenting up his pants, threatening to burst right out as it throbbed, demanding attention. "The things you do to me, Vince..." He muttered to himself as a very faint blush appeared on his face.

---

Everyone clamored into the kitchen come dinner time, Leonidas of course sitting on the head of the table, while his Vincent and Caleb sat on his left, the others sat on the right, there was no set routine for sitting, anyone can grab any seat they want.

His other sons, Tyler, a pure lion like his mother, and Dennis, the coyote, both high schoolers, have joined Vincent in cooking some of Leonidas' favorite dishes tonight. "Hope they're to your liking dad." Tyler said confidently, but one could notice the slight nervousness in his voice if they'd listen closely.

Leonidas took a big scoop of the cream and meatballs and gave it a taste, everyone waiting silently for his verdict. "Hmm... pretty good for a first try..." Tyler let out a tiny 'yuss'. "But maybe go easy on the cream next time, can barely taste the meatballs." He then took a roll of spaghetti with plenty of the salad around it. "Hmm... salad's a bit bland. But still good." Dennis just shrugged bashfully. "You two did pretty good for your first tries in the kitchen. Keep it up and you might be as good as Vincent."

"Oh, stop it, you~" The panther gave him a playful nudge on the arm.

"Just goes to show you that boys aren't fit to be in the kitchen." Amalia had to throw in her comment, swirling some wine in her glass.

Both lion and coyote just gave her deadpan looks. "Well gee, thanks for the vote of confidence, mom." Tyler said the last part with mocking venom.

"Papa, can you pass me cumin?" Caleb asked politely.

"Here you go, honey." Vincent handed the shaker to the cub. "Just don't put too much. You'll ruin your food like that."

"Why are you worried?" Amalia asked before taking a sip of her wine. "Let him put as much as he want."

"Cumin tastes pretty strong, especially in large amounts. It'll overpower the taste of everything else." He explained politely, while keeping his eyes on Caleb, making sure he doesn't put too much.

"Hmph, not like there's anything worth tasting here." She huffed haughtily.

*BANG* Everyone jumped as Leonidas slammed his fist on the table, glaring at her. "You either eat or don't. Your choice." Everyone ate in silence for a minute or two. "Say, how are your tryouts coming along?"

"They should go well, we did pretty good, according to the coach." Dennis explained. Both he and Tyler were trying out for the basketball team in their high school.

"We did let our guard down and got one upped by some of the others though." Tyler admitted bashfully.

"Nothing wrong with that. Just because you're good at something, doesn't mean there isn't someone out there that is better. Just another mountain to climb." Leonidas explain before taking some salad into his mouth.

"Says the 'Most Powerful Man in the World'. We saw your fight this afternoon." Hearing Tyler say that, Leonidas gave the younger lion a sharp glare. "Not during class! Honest!" He quickly added with his hands raised defensively.

"That was not a fight. A waste of time is what it was." He huffed in irritation. "Never trusting my manager again."

"Come on, cut the poor man some slack." Vincent nudged him the arm again as he said that. "Imagine how hard it is to find a decent opponent for someone of your caliber."

"Whatever." The big liger huffed as he stuffed more spaghetti and salad into his mouth, trying to hide the faint blush on his face.

The night afterward continued without incident, everyone talking about this random topic or that, of course, Amalia's constant bitchiness doesn't count. Afterward, the dishes were cleaned and put away before everyone went off to do their own thing until bedtime.

---

Around midnight, everyone was sleeping peacefully in their room... save for two men.

"Ah, Leo... easy..." Vincent moaned as small drops of sweat rolled down his face, completely naked with his black fur looking more beautiful under the faint moonlight from the window.

Leonidas was just as naked as the panther, currently between his legs and making love to his cock, adding the occasional throat-massage purring for the extra spark of pleasure, Vincent mewling out in an attempt to stifle his moaning. "What? Can't a man show his boyfriend some love?"

"But... they'll hear us." He let out a sudden yelp as Leonidas suddenly lifted his legs up and spread them wide, exposing his hole to the liger.

"Then we'll just have to be quiet tonight." He said matter-of-factly, then got down to work on the panther's hole. Vincent let out a gasp before quickly biting down on his hand to keep himself from moaning out, his other hand gripping the pillow, each swipe of Leonidas' tongue sent sparks coursing through every part of his body, his toes clenching and relaxing hectically. Leonidas didn't stay down there for long though as he soon lowered Vincent's legs and crawled up till he was looming over the panther. "Ready?" He asked as he poked and prodded at the panther's entrance with the head of his cock.

"Yes, please! Give it to me! I wanted you so much!" Vincent breathed out before pulling the liger in for a heated kiss, as they did, Leonidas reached into the drawer and pulled out some lube.He pulled away from the kiss and handed it to Vincent before sitting up on his knees, his huge, hard cock laying against the panther's abdomen.

"Fuck... never get tired of seeing this big beast~" The black panther breathed out hotly as he squeezed a large amount of the lube over that cock, then tossed the bottle aside before rubbing the lube all over that cock, his hands absolutely soaked from the sheer amount of the slimy substance. He pulled away slightly and flipped onto his front, ass raised high up as he hugged the pillow. "Be gentle, please."

"Always, love." Leonidas whispered sweetly to him before planting a small peck on the top of his head, then turned his focus to their lower regions, his lube-soaked cock rubbing against Vincent's buns, right on his twitching, hungry pucker. He pressed the head against the entrance and began pushing in. Vincent quickly bit into the pillow to stifle any sound he'd be making, causing they were all going to be loud.

Both of them growled once the fat head popped in, but Leonidas didn't stop, he kept going in, both he and Vincent growling and moaning with each inch in, the black panther's cock painfully hard between his legs, twitching uncontrollably as he could feel every inch sinking into him, stretching him wider and filling him up even more. But at the last inch, with a sharp growl, Leonidas shoved himself in, apparently rubbing against that special place inside Vincent as the panther mewled loudly into the pillow between his teeth, stars flashing in his eyes as he squirted on the mattress below him.

"Always the first to pull the trigger, hm?" Leonidas teased as he gave Vincent's still-hard cock a small flick.

"Can't he-help it when your big... monster cock is stretching me so... so good... Ah~" He moaned out as he felt Leonidas starting to move, that cock grinding against his prostate with each move. "Oohh... Leo~" He reached one hand below himself, feeling how the liger's cock bulged out his belly from the sheer size alone.

"You're in good hands, babe. Just enjoy the ride~" With that Leonidas place another small peck on Vincent's head... then started moving a bit harder, electing a sudden mewl from the panther before he bit back into the pillow, his body shaking and bouncing with each thrust from the liger, moaning, groaning and whining into the pillow. "Easy babe, I got you~" Leonidas assured as he gently bit into one of his ears, giving the inside a slow lick, sending Vincent over the edge once more as his second orgasm sprayed the mattress below. "That's number two~"

Vincent pulled away from the pillow to look back at the smugly smiling liger. "Quit it, you big bully!" But a sharp jab of Leonidas' cock quieted him down. This time the liger started thrusting faster.

"Says the tease." Leonidas shot back with a small growl, huffing and grunting as he was getting close to his own orgasm. "Being such a sexy... hot little kitty~"

"Staaahhhp~!" Vincent moaned before burying his face in the pillow to hide his blush as well as his moaning.

Just in time too, because Leonidas was really hammering himself in, good thing his sons' rooms were on the other side of the upper floor. "Rrrhhh... getting close babe... rrrff... really close!"

"Inside! Please, all of it! Inside me, please!!" Vincent cried out, burying his face back in the pillow as his noises became louder and louder.

"Grrrrraaahhhh!" He tried to stifle his roar as much as possible, but it was difficult with such a nice ass engulfing his cock as it did. With one last push in, his balls pulled up and pulsed with each load shot out, soon bloating up Vincent's belly as he filled him with his hot, thick jizz, he could feel how that triggered the panther's third orgasm of the night, his stretched hole weakly twitching and clenching around him.

After a solid two minutes of constant orgasm, he finally managed to calm himself down, sweat rolling down his body and onto Vincent's back. "Huuuffff... hehe, that's number three." That got him a sharp swat to the side by the tired panther. "Thank you, for being so good to me~"

"Hmm~ RIght back at you, babe~" Vincent replied tiredly, reached up to pull the liger in for a soft kiss... right before they flipped onto their side and drifted off to sleep.

---

The next morning, Leonidas got up early that weekend, Vincent already up as well, checking his phone real quick he didn't see any new messages from his manager, but a lot of people were pretty brazen about letting their disappointment in yesterday's fight known. Of course they'd be disappointed, they pitted such weaklings against him, and his origin is not even that of a deity, if anything, it was almost insulting, like they expected him to be the punching dummy for those four.

His ears picked up the sound of running water in the shower, with a smile, he got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, after making sure no one else was awake and walking around. And there was the black panther, that magnificent body of his wet from the water, each cascading drop trailing every curvature of each muscle, not to mention that shapely, juicy ass that he fucked just last night.

As quietly as possible, he walked in, closed the door and locked it, right before joining the black panther, the shower stall was big enough to fit him and someone else, so it was fine. "Good morning, sweet thing~" He greeted as he hugged the panther from behind, playfully grinding himself against his rear.

"Hey, easy there, liger. I'm still sore from last night." Vincent chuckled before turning to face his lover, nuzzling their noses against one another. "I love you~"

"Love you, too." They shared one more soft kiss before they showered properly, Vincent taking his time washing the liger's broad and powerful back.