Breeding the Lioness

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Exposed in Lust

It was a moment unlike any other, warming passion on the balcony of their holiday home in the South-West of England. The small apartment was cosy, but tucked around the back of the block in such a way that they had complete and utter privacy out there. The spring air cut crisply through them, salt and the freshness of the Cornish countryside winding around them, though the lioness on her back with her legs spread for the big, black lion wasn't thinking about that. No... Not as Evie lay back on the soft cushions that, not all that long ago, had been propped up on the chairs for the little balcony, the patio furniture that had been so graciously gifted to them. She purred up at her lover, her body bare but for her natural, tawny fur, though, unlike some anthros, Evie had a full head of hair too, her brunette locks spilling down from her head in a curly, glossy fall.

Sometimes that meant that she was mistaken for a male lion, for it looked somewhat like she had a mane, particularly when the curls did not behave and frizzed up a little. But how could that at all be something that Evie worried about when her lover was there with her, his throaty purrs joining hers as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck. Darren growled playfully, though the lion nudged her legs open a little more with his, easily dominating her. For them, it was not even the sort of thing that had to be vocalised, not after their years together, finding the rhythms and the nuances of lust and love winding together.

"My beautiful lioness..."

Oh, how his rumbling purr washed over her... Their balcony looked out over the ocean and the coastline, but there was only so much that could be seen with the sun setting, casting a dim, pink haze over the ocean and the crashing waves lapping at the cliffs below. Darren nuzzled down her chest, kissing each breast, though Evie's body arched up to meet up, pushing her chest up as if it knew that even more attention was coming.

"Yes... Darren..."

Every kiss electrified her, her hips rising, trying to press in close to him, but the lion was already there, his thick, black mane framing his face, tail lashing back and forth in that eager feline fashion. Evie's breath caught and yet she froze there, sprawled out under his icy, dominating gaze, even if the quirk of her lover's lips softened his expression.

He did not have to be harsh, after all, when she was his lover, even if her eyes raked over his body, the rippling bulges of muscles. His black fur was sleek, laying over his muscles, though anthros with fur would very often find that the fur that they bore softened the edges of their muscles. If he had been merely scaled, perhaps, Darren would have appeared even more muscular than he was.

As it was, Evie bit her lip to quiet herself, just in case there was anyone else out on any of the other balconies, a low groan rising behind her lips. Oh, how she wanted to let it out, though that might have been too much, could have been too much, even if she knew that Darren would always protect her from any harsh words and shield her, always, from any manner of prying eyes.

His muzzle, however, slipping down between her thighs, was the sweetest thing of all, and she pushed up eagerly to meet him as his long, raspy tongue dipped up against her pussy, stroking her folds. It flicked back and forth, teasing her sex, and yet she ached for more, needed so much more, grunting and panting and moaning.

Tingles of heat, her heat, flowed through Evie, though it had been a while since a heat that potent had been upon her. Some anthros felt it as an aching need, a push for sex and an increase in their drive, but, to her, it felt like red-hot fire was lacing her veins, as if a dragon had taken up residence inside her and was breathing liquid flame into her body, following the network of her veins. Her claws extended as his tongue flickered up into her pussy and Evie desperately dug them into his mane. She just needed something to grip onto where she wouldn't hurt him, though the lioness was sure too that Darren would not have minded one bit if she pricked him even with her sharp claws. Small things like that, momentary, passing bites of strain, simply didn't matter to them.

Maybe they even added to the moment.

"Oh... Darren, yes..." She moaned, letting her words fly free. "Yes... Deeper... Ohhh..."

Not even Evie could hide her groans forever, not when his tongue was doing such wonderful things to her, dragging out against her clit with every stroke. He was not rushed, not at all, but her skin prickled with need, aching for him more than ever. Didn't he know that she was in heat? Why didn't Darren want to fuck and breed her as much as she wanted him?

And yet he was the kind of dominant that was in control of himself too, warming and protective, his grey eyes flicking back up to her along the length of her tawny body. Evie knew that her curly hair was messier than she would have liked it to be, but it ceased to matter as his tongue curled around her clit, lapping and teasing, flicking back and forth over the sensitive little nub of flesh that, time after time again, had brought her so much pleasure from his desire. She panted heavily, her tongue lashing out over her dark lips, though there was nothing that the lioness could do to ease things in the heat of the moment, only follow that sweet, sweet path towards orgasm.

There was nowhere else for her to go, not even as that cord of need strung taut within her, legs trembling, trying to keep them bent at the knee but weaker than she would have liked. Every fibre of her being screamed at her to collapse right then and there, to let him take her, to let him mount her, to let him fuck her, but she was fortunate that her big, strong lion lover was right there to take care of her. Even if the very nature of that meant that she had to succumb, had to submit, had to give in to his wants, even if it might well have meant that she wasn't going to get what she wanted right away.

But that was okay... Evie shuddered bodily, languishing in freedom, even as Darren worked her up more and more, his paws under her backside, holding her gently up for the pleasure of his mouth. He would get her there, yes, sooner or later, definitely, one way or the other.

"Darren..." Even her voice, her words, was breathy, rasping lightly over her lips as if it was taking an awful lot more effort than usual to get them out. "I want... Oh... You... So...much..."

It didn't even sound like the lioness' voice leaping from her lips, though there was only so much that she could do about that, especially when she had neither any desire nor any need to change it. She was his, always and forever, Darren chuckling against her cunny as he brought her right to the very edge of a tingling, aching orgasm, right there in the open air, and backed off once again. Evie groaned, hunger rather than frustration building. Darren had always known just how to toe the line there, even if there had been other more lustful notes in their relationships that had had to be adjusted to suit the both of them. That was the beauty of getting to know a partner in intimacy.

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