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Sarabis tale

Prologue

Sarabi stood on one of the fallen pillars in the main courtyard of the Harem surrounded by the other lionesses of the Harem. Her posture showed pride and greatness. Her voice was filled with righteous anger as she called out to the group:

"Who will help me find this traitor? Who will help me exact righteous vengeance on one of the worst traitors in the history of our race?"

She was all fired up, but the lionesses in the crowd seemed less than enthusiastic.

"You've only just arrived here, and already you're trying to play big leader. Come on down here. Do you even know what you're getting yourself into when you leave the Harem?"

One of the lionesses called out to her. Her number was two. A few lionesses agreed with her. The crowd began to disperse.

"No. Hear me sisters. We must stand together. This individual must not be allowed to get away with his machinations."

Pleaded Sarabi but to no effect. The lioness with the two turned around once again.

"If he is indeed down here, then he has already received his punishment. You can be sure of that."

Sarabi jumped off the pillar and came to the lioness. She bowed her head in respect before speaking.

"How can I be sure when I have not convinced myself that the traitor who killed my partner, his own brother, drove away my son, devastated our territory, allied himself with the hyenas only to betray them in the end, has really received his just punishment? Can someone like that ever be punished severely enough? No. I have to know. I have to find him. I have to see for myself. And... and if in doubt, I will have to do the punishing myself. Even if it costs me everything."

The lioness with the number two took a deep breath and finally nodded.

"Call me Sarada, what was your name?"

Sarabi raised her head and smiled slightly.

"They call me Sarabi, I'm delighted to meet you."

Sarada nodded.

"Good Sarabi, let's talk to Ushi. If you want to leave the Harem, it's with her permission anyway. And if anyone knows anything about another male lion besides Adramalech, it's Ushi."

Sarabi's eyes literally lit up. She nodded quickly and followed Sarada as the crowd dispersed behind them.

They walked through the Harem and Sarada explained to Sarabi some of the idiosyncrasies of living in Hell.

"And we never have to eat anything ever again? But I liked the taste of meat... The wonderful feeling of chewing on something freshly killed. Maaaaan, you can't be serious."

Sarada smiled apologetically.

"I'm afraid so. There is no hunting here. At least not in the real sense. Occasionally a demon gets lost in the Harem, and we are allowed to beat him up, but the classic hunt, as you know it from the savannah, like with wildebeest and antelope, we don't have anything like that here. You are not alone with your disappointment. Some of the lionesses here were excellent hunters in their lifetime. They are all not happy about the fact that there is nothing to hunt."

Sarada rounded a corner and continued.

"But look on the bright side, it leaves more time for other things."

Sarabi looked at the lioness with raised eyebrows.

"And those would be?"

Sarada had to think seriously.

"Well... I mean... um..."

Sarabi held her gaze and performed a carry on gesture.

"... How should I say... oh fuck it. We're bored out of our minds here. But none of us would be crazy enough to put a safe, if boring, life on the line for five minutes of fame."

There was something definitive about the tone. Sarada probably wouldn't be swayed. Sarabi was about to comment when they found Ushi at a dead end.

She was not alone. The spectacle unfolding before them was best not disturbed, so they waited for Adramalech to get off his mother and with a purred:

"Hello ladies."

walked past them. His voice was so incredibly seductive and his smell especially. Sarada had to seriously pull herself together that she did not immediately throw herself in front of him. She quickly turned her attention back to Ushi, who was pleasurably stretching on the fur that had served as a base for her. She looked completely relaxed and still seemed distant while enjoying the high of her orgasm. Slowly she came back to the here and now. She blinked and smiled wearily over at Sarada and Sarabi.

"Greetings. What can I do for you?"

Ushi asked, and began to groom herself with relish. Sarada stepped forward and took the floor.

"This is Sarabi, she just recently came to us with Adramalech. She has a request."

Ushi nodded and beckoned the older lioness over.

"Yes, I remember. You came from one of the other dimensions. My son was very excited when he found your universe. Have you been able to settle in? Are you missing anything? Can I help you with something?"

Sarabi approached, her whole demeanor showing that she was used to being the leader of the pride. Her aura was filled with authority and accepted no dissent. Ushi was not bothered by this, she knew very well who was in charge, and it was definitely not Sarabi.

"Yes, I have been able to settle in, even if some things here take a lot of getting used to. Thank you very much. I need to find someone. He must already be down here."

She said in a very serious tone. Ushi interrupted her tongue bath and looked at her scrutinizingly. She sat down in front of Sarabi and straightened up to her full height, presenting the One on her chest. She tilted her head a little and raised an eyebrow before speaking.

"Who do you want to find down here? You are the first lioness my son has brought here from your world."

Sarabi sat down, she knew enough about the ranking down here to know that lower numbers meant higher rank. She chose the tone of her next sentences carefully.

"I seek the murderer of my mate, the traitor to my family and pride, and the destroyer of our territory. Scar!"

At the mention of the name, her lips trembled and the muscles in her cheeks began to twitch. Ushi frowned slightly.

"Never heard of a Scar."

She said guardedly.

"At least he was never here in this Harem. So he is not here. My son is the only male lion who has ever set foot in this Harem."

Sarabi shook his head.

"No, Adramalech did not bring him down here. The hyenas killed him before I could exact my vengeance. But he must be down here. His sins against his own people were grave and manifold. I must find him. I must bring him to justice!"

Her voice sounded cold and determined. Her posture and gestures left no doubt. She would look for him even without help if she had to. Ushi took a deep breath and then lay down. She crossed her front legs and made herself comfortable. She gestured for Sarabi to do the same.

"Take a seat dear. Once he's down here, he won't run away from you. We have many opportunities to enlist the help of some powerful allies to find him. We have time."

Ushi's tone was deliberately calm. Sarabi hesitated, but finally accepted the invitation. You could definitely tell that she was not happy with this situation. She was absolutely not satisfied at all. Her grumbling was clearly audible. Ushi smiled and nodded. She could definitely understand Sarabie, she also hated leaving things unfinished, or having to wait until she could finish something.

"Sarabi, relax. For now, there's nothing we can do. Traveling to hell outside the Harem just like that is not only dangerous, it's downright foolish. Hell, by definition, is infinite. How are you going to find a single lion here. He could be anywhere. He could have already, depending on how long he's been here, changed shape."

Sarabi snapped to attention.

"Changed his shape? How so?"

She asked. Ushi smiled wearily.

"Souls that are down here long enough accumulate hellish energy over time. Most of them then eventually turn into one of the countless demons you see everywhere down here."

Explained Ushi, adding directly:

"And no, you don't have to worry. By belonging to this Harem, you are safe from that fate. We can use this energy in other ways."

Ushi's One began to glow softly as she held her paw over a stone and it changed shape. It took a brief moment and under Ushi's paw was a stone in the shape of a mouse.

"We can use the energy to change the matter down here into any shape we want. It takes some practice, but you can do a lot with it."

Explained Ushi, taking her paw back. She didn't want to mention at the moment that this ability wasn't limited to the stones. Sarabi's eyes widened.

"How... how did you do that? That's incredible."

She took her paw and held it over the mouse, but nothing happened. You could see her concentrating as her expression grew more serious and her muscles began to tense.

"It won't work yet, you haven't been here long enough. It takes a while for enough energy to manifest in you for such shenanigans to work."

Ushi said and put her paw on Sarabi's paw. She could immediately feel the sensation in her paw change. Sarabi looked at Ushi's paw and her paw in disbelief.

"What...?"

Ushi grinned.

"Now try it again. Picture what you want the stone to become and then make it appear."

Sarabi looked down at her paw as Ushi removed hers again. She licked her lips and then looked at the stone. It took a moment, but then she closed her eyes and the stone began to change. A likeness of a lion emerged. The countenance was proud and striking. Ushi looked at the bust, the lion did not seem like a traitor at all. His whole face literally screamed with kindness and benevolence.

"Is this the lion you seek?"

She finally asked, and Sarabi abruptly opened her eyes. In disbelief, she looked at the small bust lying in the dust beneath her paw.

"No... no... that's not Scar."

She said softly and carefully picked up the bust on her paw. She guided it to her heart and closed her eyes.

"This is... was... my mate, my soulmate... My patriarch, Mufasa..."

Her voice was no more than a whisper and you could hear the sadness in her voice. Ushi saw tears welling up in Sarabi's eyes. She did not inquire further. She just nodded. She could understand the other lioness' feelings all too well. Sarabi collected herself for a moment and swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. She took a deep breath and looked back to Ushi.

"Scar killed him out of jealousy and greed. The envy and obsession with power have made him a fratricide. He killed my partner, banished my only son into exile, the rightful heir of the pack, and seized power. It all happened so fast then. He lied and cheated. And even while we were mourning the death of my mate and the supposed death of my son, he seized power with the help of the hyenas. We were absolutely powerless at that moment. Within a remarkably brief period of time, he and his hyenas devastated the entire territory. They drove away the herds and we had to move further and further away to still achieve hunting success. It was cruel."

Sarabi's features hardened as she recounted, and Ushi could understand more and more why she wanted to find and punish the hated lion.

"If Nala, my niece had not found my son Simba on one of her hunting trips, I think we would have all starved to death."

Sue took out the bust of her late partner again and looked at it.

"He looked...looks so much like him. And he inherited all his good traits. Mufasa was so impetuous when he was young, too."

Tenderly, she stroked the bust. Her gaze seemed dreamy and filled with sadness.

"We finally managed to drive the hyenas away after Simba beat Scar in a single combat. The hyenas killed Scar before they fled. They took away the possibility of retaliation."

Sarabi looked Ushi firmly in the eyes.

"Do you understand now why I must find him. Why he must suffer. Why it must be me who punishes him and not some random demon who doesn't know why he is here."

Sarabi was about to get up when Ushi told her to stay down.

"I understand you completely. I also understand now why you accepted my son's offer..."

Sarabi shook her head vigorously.

"No... that was different..."

...

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

The land was devastated. The earth itself was parched. The plants dried up. The river that supplied the land with water like a lifeline had dried up. The large herds had moved on, since there was neither food nor water here. With them, the small herds that always stayed in the shadow of the big herds had fled. Those who could not flee had been hunted down and then eaten.

The hyenas, after no one had stopped them anymore, had moved across the land like locusts. Their numbers were high and their hunger was gigantic. As scavengers, they were used to not having to hold back. They fought for their food with the vultures, who came first, ate first, as much as he just got. The last one was bitten by the dogs.

Now that there was no one to put them in their place, they had gone from being scavengers to hunters, and they ate everything they could get, they knew no limits.

They had lost all hope. It was too late to leave King's Rock. They would probably not survive the journey to another territory.

Only when Simba had returned and driven the hyenas out of the territory after Scar's death, something like hope sprouted in the pride. He would take his ancestral place as patriarch. He would exercise moderation. He would make sure that the herds came back. With him, life would return to the territory. Everything would be alright again.

At least that's what the others thought.

The others, but not her.

Sarabi had been overjoyed that her son was alive. She had been overjoyed that he had returned and taken his father's place. The road back to life would be hard, long and rocky, but with him at the helm they would make it, she was sure. But for herself, this rescue would come too late.

Not physically. She was strong despite her age.

No psychologically. She had lost too much.

Even though Simba was back. She had lost her partner, murdered by his own brother. She had lost her only son, even if Simba had survived. He was no longer "her son." She had missed his childhood, had lived too long believing he had died. She would never be able to return to the same emotional state she had had with him when he had been little.

And even if they could save the country. And that was anything but certain, it would never be the same as Mufasa had ruled it then. All in all, this was a completely new life and she didn't know if she would get used to it.

Besides, there was a whole other problem. The hyenas had killed Scar before she could exact her vengeance on him. Her anger and hatred towards her late partner's brother was immeasurable. The hyenas had robbed her of the possibility to get rid of these emotions. She had never had the time to properly mourn Mufasa and now she had not even had the chance to exact vengeance on the one who was responsible for his death.

She hated herself for not being able to just be happy that it was over and her son was back. She hated herself for not being able to let bygones be bygones, like her son, whose eyes were on the future, doing everything he could to give the pride, his pride, a future. There was no place for her in a society like this.

It happened on a cold night. She was lying all alone, in front on the pride's rock. She was grieving for Mufasa. She had not wanted to disturb the others and so she had come outside. She looked out over the plain. It had rained for a long time and the first stalks of fresh green were growing again on the plain. It would still take a while until everything would have normalized, but it was a beginning.

She stared into the distance at the clouds drifting across the night sky.

"Oh Mufasa. Our son is a worthy successor. But I miss you so."

Her whispered words were carried away on the breeze.

"What am I going to do. I want so much to be happy, for our son, our family, our territory. But I can't. Too much has happened. Too much is lost. Too much is irretrievably gone. I thirst for vengeance. Vengeance on the one who took you away from me. The one who devastated our territory and almost took our son."

She sighed and rested her head on her paws. It wasn't that talking to herself like that gave her real peace, but it helped ease the pain in the short term. She wanted to scream. She wanted to kill. Destroy something. But that would only do so much to help her with her grief. She took a deep breath.

"I long for you."

Again the wind carried the words away. Away across the vast plain, much farther than Sarabi would ever have guessed.

"I can feel your pain. I can ease it."

Sarabi startled up and looked around. Where was that voice coming from. She couldn't see anyone.

"Simba? Timon? Pumba?"

She stood up and turned to the entrance of the cave, but there was no one to be seen. Someone was playing a trick on her, and that someone would take a good beating.

"Calm down. I'm up here."

The voice sounded completely calm. It was clearly male, and the one it belonged to was endlessly confident and taken with himself. She looked up. There was a lion on top of the pride's rock, looking down at her, completely relaxed. How the hell had he gotten up there. How the hell had he gotten past her and the others without them noticing. How had he even gotten here without them noticing him from a distance. She laid back her ears and her lips curled up. She was still considering whether to raise the alarm, when he stood up.

"You called me, so I came. I am here to help you. I am not a danger, I am your salvation."

His voice was like a balm to her soul. It was not unlike Mufasa's and yet so completely different. She felt drawn to him. She shook off the thought, when she looked back to where he had been lying a moment ago, he was gone. Instantly she was alarmed. Where had he gone, how could he get anywhere from up there without passing her?

"I must say, you smell exceptionally delicious."

He purred right behind her. Sarabi whirled around and was instantly confronted by him. He was standing in front of her as a matter of course. She instinctively backed away a few steps and bared her teeth, her hackles raised, she would defend herself if he attacked. Again it went through her mind to call for help, but somehow that seemed wrong. He sat down on the edge of the pride's rock and waited. He seemed completely relaxed. He tilted his head slightly to one side.

"Go ahead and ask."

He demanded softly. A slight smile played around his lips. He looked so completely different. He was a lion, there was no doubt about that. But his fur texture, his posture, the fact that his mane was made of black flames and his eyes glowed red were very disturbing. Sarabi shook his head.

"Who... what are you?"

He closed his eyes and nodded with a smile. The question that always came. Especially when he was visiting a world for the first time.

"They call me Adramalech. I am a demon. I am here to be your salvation."

Sarabi didn't understand. But since he didn't seem to be a direct threat, at least for the moment, she tried to relax a little. Again she shook her head.

"I don't understand. What is a demon and what are you trying to save me from?"

She asked. Adramalech smiled wider and made to lie down.

"Well, Sarabi, you called me. Well, technically, you didn't call me. I am not the one you called. I'm not the one you want, I'm the one you need."

He lay down with pleasure, his tail dangling over the edge of the rock.

"I'm going to save you from yourself. Because, well, you're not going to... Mufasa was his name, wasn't it? Well, you'll never see him again. He entered the afterlife with no sins to speak of. You, on the other hand, through your thoughts of vengeance and your desire for it, have defiled your soul. You will end up in hell after death. There you will suffer endless torment until your soul eventually perishes or becomes a demon itself."

Adramalech explained calmly. Sarabi's eyes widened, her hackles stood up again, and she lowered her head with bared teeth.

"How do you know all this, and if you are a demon, how are you going to save me from becoming a demon?"

Her voice was a low growl. Adramalech saw her threatening gestures and his smile became a grin. His fangs flashed in the glow of the moonlight.

"Oh my dear, I'm not saving you from becoming a demon."

He lowered his head and looked over at her from below.

"I'm just offering you to become a demon in my service and skip the suffering part. Nothing can save you from hell, it's long too late for that. It's just a matter of how do you get there and what do you do down there..."

His completely relaxed manner and the nonchalant way he said that no matter what she did, she would end up in hell made Sarabi very, very angry. She took a step toward him. Adramalech looked up at her and continued to grin.

"Maybe I do want to go to hell. I have unfinished business there."

Growled Sarabi, her claws scraping across the hard rock as she came closer.

"Yes, but only I can take you to Hell in a way that will give you any chance at all to complete these things. But I don't think you're ready yet."

Said Adramalech and stood up. He seemed so much taller all at once. Standing in front of her like this, he was almost a head taller than her. But he didn't radiate any aggressiveness, all that came from him was self-assurance and confidence. He stretched a little.

"I'm going to be around here for a while. If you've been thinking about my offer, or you just need someone to blow off some steam, just give me a shout. I'll be there."

Said Adramalech and without waiting for a response, he took a step backwards and fell off the rock. Sarabi rushed forward to see where he fell. She was worried about him, for whatever reason. But when she looked over the edge of the rock there was nothing and no one. Just bare rock. She blinked. It was so strange. She was completely confused.

A demon. Hell. How did he know all this. How did he know Mufasa, and how could he have heard her. She had just spoken loud enough to hear herself. She would ask Rafiki for advice tomorrow. She lay back against the edge of the rock.

There was still the smell of him.

"How good he smells. Very different from the others. But hmmmm."

She sniffed intently. She gazed into the distance. I wonder where he might have gone. She had felt an intense connection with him. His voice had been so pleasant. Every word was like a drug that made her forget her pain. What it would be like to spend a night with him....

She found herself snuggling up to the spot on the rock where he had lain and the tingling deep down in her belly... She wanted him... Now....

"No, I can't. I can't call him. I must have talked to Rafiki first."

She scolded herself. But her body betrayed her. She could feel herself getting warm. Her vagina tingled, it tickled her all over and she had to force herself not to just touch herself. She bit her lip. Not even Mufasa had had such an intense effect on her. On the other hand, it had been quite a while now. In fact, she hadn't mated since Mufasa had died. It wasn't that Scar hadn't tried, and Simba had offered. But she had refused both. One out of principle, the other out of... well, exactly why? She thought about it and came to the conclusion that now that he was the patriarch of the pride, he had to deal with every...

She did not want to finish the thought. She felt it was wrong. She would not give herself to her own son. It didn't feel right. On the other hand, it also meant she would never again....

"Maybe I should let him..."

She shook her head intensely.

"No. Not until I have spoken to the monkey."

When the next day dawned, she was still lying on the edge of the cliff. Her sleep was disturbed by the first rays of the sun piercing her eyes. Muttering grumpily, she opened her eyes and looked down into the plain. She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw a single antelope running across the savannah in the distance. So it was working. The territory was not lost. It would recover. The circle of life would continue to turn. She stood up slowly. It was still really early. The others of the pride would probably wake up quite a bit later. She looked around. It was a good idea to visit the old monkey now and talk to him about yesterday's encounter. She quickly started to move. The tree of Rafiki was a good distance away.

While she ran, she thought about how she would make old Rafiki understand what she had seen yesterday. Who she had talked to during the night. On the other hand, the monkey seemed to have seen and heard more than anyone else she knew. Maybe he knew exactly what she was talking about. She hurried on. She wanted clarity about what she was going to do next.

Rafiki's tree stood a little way out on the steppe. He had always been a hermit. But he had already been the family's advisor when Mufasa's father had been the patriarch of the pack. When she stood at the foot of the tree and wanted to call his name, he was already expecting her.

"I was already waiting for you Sarabi. You want to ask me something."

It was not a question, it was a statement. Sarabi was a bit caught off guard. By the time she had her question figured out, he beat her to it again.

"Yes I know who you met with that night."

His voice sounded know-it-all as usual, but he wasn't wrong and damn, how did he know that again?

"Rafiki, you're scaring me. How do you know all this again?"

Two laughing voices sounded from the treetop. One was Rafiki, the other....

Sarabi stood up on the trunk, but could not stretch high enough to see anything. Then Adramalech stuck his head over the edge of the trunk and grinned.

"Because I told him so. Why don't you come up and chat with us for a while? It's so nice here."

Sarabi jumped back. You could literally see her trying to sort out her thoughts before she could say anything. Adramalech leaned against the edge and grinned, while Rafiki popped up from behind his shoulder and made a welcoming gesture.

"Yes Sarabi come up here. Our conversation concerns you as well. Come up here. Come up here."

The lioness shook her head.

"But how... from where... no... no, I don't believe it now."

Grumbled the lioness and took a running start. She jumped halfway up, touching down at the trunk and leaping to the edge from where she could pull herself up. The wise monkey's little kingdom was as chaotic as ever. Rattles, bottles, and fruit hung everywhere. The tree's resident danced through the canopy, laughing loudly as he ate the contents of a fermented fruit.

"Ahahahaha... Sarabi. You've already met my guest. He told me so many amazing things and showed me so many even more amazing things. I understand everything much better now... Ahahahahaa..."

Adramalech was lounging on a low branch, watching Rafiki swing through the branches in amusement as he continued to get intoxicated.

"How did you get here? How did you know he lived here?"

Sarabi asked as she came closer. Adramalech smiled.

"I didn't find him, he found me. He has a gift. He has a connection to the world and can sense change. He probably knew I was there even before you and I met."

Said Adramalech calmly but amusedly, dodging the rest of a fruit the monkey threw at him. His voice drew her back into his spell. She was literally hanging on his lips and he was aware of it, but he got no further when a shout from above interrupted him.

"I know everything... I am Rafiki... I eat fruits and I know things... Ahahahahaaa..."

Shouted the monkey and hopped across the treetop again.

"Is he always like this?"

Adramalech asked, and Sarabi just nodded silently. The lion turned to Sarabi completely.

"But you can't seem to get me out of your mind when you have to consult with Brother Leapfrog."

And again there was his voice. It was like some kind of spell. The more he spoke, the more she was sure she could no longer live without him. Also his charisma. Even if his appearance put her off at first. The longer she was near him, the more she didn't care. Her body was already reacting again completely independently of her. She was hot, unnaturally hot. She was already tingling all over again, but especially in her loins. Her legs began to tremble and she felt her juices begin to flow.

"I... I have to get out of here."

She stuttered. But Adramalech raised his paw.

"Wait. Stay here. Your reaction is perfectly normal. It won't stop just because you leave. Your body wants me."

He said it like it was the most normal thing in the world, that she wanted to give herself to a complete stranger. That here and now, in the presence of a drunken monkey, in a tree, she would mate with a total stranger demon lion. Just like that.

"Yeah right. Just like that."

Confirmed Adramalech.

Oh my god. Could he read minds?

"Ohhhh no..."

Sarabi's mind raced, but the lion, still completely relaxed on the branch in front of her, shook his head.

"Don't worry. But I don't need to read your mind. You know, I've had this conversation countless times. At some point, you know the facial expressions, the thought processes, and the fears of your counterparts."

Explained Adramalech and changed his position so that Sarabi, completely by chance could get a good look at his privates. He could literally feel the shame rising in her face.

"Where was I? Oh, that's right. Your body wants me, it can't help it..."

He looked deep into her eyes.

"...And you...you want me too. You fight it like the lioness that you are, but we both know you're going to lose this battle."

His voice was full of compassion and he said it so naturally that she almost wanted to believe it. But she didn't want to give up yet. Not yet. She was almost panting when she finally answered.

"No... no I can't just give myself to you like this. Not without knowing what happens afterwards. How am I supposed to know that you're not just lying to me. That you're not up to some sinister plan."

She had to lie down, her legs no longer wanting to support her weight. Adramalech smiled benevolently.

"Well, you can't. No one can give you a guarantee, because no one has ever returned from hell except me. You will either have to trust me, or not. But I will not force you to do anything. My offer is completely non-binding. You don't have to surrender to me, you don't have to close the pact with me. None of that is necessary. The only thing I can guarantee you is, my deal is better."

Adramalech slowly rose and stretched with pleasure before slowly and lasciviously coming over to Sarabi. He enjoyed being in a position of absolute power towards her. He snuggled up to her.

"I know this is all very sudden. And admittedly, you are extremely unlikely to die tomorrow. But my deal can only last as long as you're still able to procreate. That's the catch. And let's both be honest... that won't be the case for that long."

Sarabi was annoyed. She was downright angry. The way he said these things so easily, insulting her with facts... She would love to rip him apart, on the other hand... the more he spoke and interacted with her, the more it turned her on. She felt like she wanted to melt away. She felt like there was already a puddle under her. She glared angrily at him.

"Don't you touch me...I haven't agreed to you and your deal yet."

She hissed and Adramalech nodded, backing away a little. He had time. At least a little. Sarabi would be of childbearing age for a while yet. So there was no need to hurry. She would come to him, he was absolutely sure. He lay down a few steps away from her. So that she could really see everything. Behind them, Rafiki finally came to rest slowly. The alcohol seemed to take effect. He staggered across the room with the rest of a fruit hanging crookedly in his mouth and finally just fell over backwards. It took another moment, then she could hear the monkey's blissful snoring.

Adramalech was grinning from ear to ear. Sarabi looked a bit taken aback as she looked over at her friend and then with a closed expression at Adramalech.

"All right, then. Explain your deal to me. I want to know everything. If I'm going to make a decision, I at least want to know what I'm getting myself into."

She didn't sound at all convinced. Adramalech leaned back against the tree trunk in front of him. His expression became serious for a moment before he relaxed again and spoke in a calm but firm voice.

"Now Sarabi, the pact calls for you to mate with me willingly. At our mutual climax, I will kill you . ... No, let me finish... You will feel no pain in the process. That's part of the deal. You shall go to hell together with me and there you will be part of my personal Harem. From now on for all eternity. You will want for nothing. You will be in the best company and if it is a coincidence, you might also get the chance to find your hated brother-in-law there. You will then be completely free to do whatever you please with him."

Adramalech gestured rather boredly at the last part. Sarabi, on the other hand, was seething.

"You want to mate with me? Only to kill me in the process? And then you want me to serve you forever? As what? Your personal sex toy? That would be almost as much torture as me just going to hell!"

She tried to stand up, but didn't get far. The tension of her muscles alone provided so much stimulation to her genitals that she collapsed again, moaning. She glared at Adramalech, whose grin would not leave his face.

"Well, I wouldn't call you a sex toy, more like an eternal mate that will last through eternity along with me and other lionesses. Sex will definitely play a part in that, but it will never be the only reason you'll be in my Harem. More like a nice side thing."

He slowly rose again and licked his lips.

"Let me give you a little taste, totally non-committal. It will give you relief and maybe, it will also make it easier for you to decide if you want to have this affection for all eternity."

He purred as Sarabi searched for words to throw at the smug lion's head.

"Don't you touch me. I'm warning you. I'll finish you off."

She hissed. And followed him with her gaze. She was unable to turn around. Every movement sent ripples of pleasure throughout her body. Adramalech circled her.

"Don't worry, I wasn't going to touch you."

He whispered as he stood behind her. Her growl didn't hide the fact that her body betrayed her by moving her tail to the side, giving him full view. Her pussy was swollen and throbbing slightly. She was literally sitting in a puddle of her own pre. She was trembling with rage but could not fight back.

Slowly he came closer and with every inch he came closer her excitement increased. She could feel his hot breath on her labia as he took in and tasted her scent. She could feel his eyes burning into her soul. She could hear and feel him purring. The vibrations almost drove her insane. She could hear the smacking sound as he opened his mouth.

He wouldn't, after all.

Adramalech savored the moment of surprise fully as his tongue slid lovingly over her lips, taking in her pre. Sarabi was so overwhelmed by this sudden sensation that she did not know how to react, except with a passionate moan. Only when he had already licked several times over her vagina, she found her words again.

"I told you not to... touuuuuuaaaaa..."

Her hissing turned into a moan.

"Sssslllrp... touch. Yes. I'm not touching you at all. I'm just cleaning you up."

Adramalech murmured before dragging his tongue across her lips once more. Sarabi gasped and moaned. It felt so incredibly good and so utterly wrong at the same time. The demon who was pleasuring her with his tongue knew no mercy and pressed the tip of his rough tongue between her lips, stimulating both her entrance and her clitoris. Sarabi sucked in a sharp breath and let out a passionate moan. She was already very close to her climax. The long time since her last mating and her emotionally troubled state made her very sensitive. Adramalech could feel that as well. He brought her a little closer to the abyss and then....

*Why does he stop? Why doesn't he continue?*

He rose and licked his lips before slowly making his way back to his perch.

"Why...why do you stop?"

Sarabi gasped, her voice filled with longing for more. She had been so close. Just a little bit more. She looked at him pleadingly. Adramalech smiled.

"Well, you're clean again now. I wasn't supposed to touch you after all. So after you were clean again, I stopped."

There was a devilish, mischievous undertone in his voice as he benevolently settled down and began cleaning himself. Sarabi was completely gobsmacked. She was at a loss for words. Anger rose in the lioness. She was trembling all over. She was just about to start a scolding that was quite a bit, when Adramalech looked her in the eye.

"What Sarabi? Should I have continued? Were you about to climax? It's been a long time, hasn't it? Probably several years ago. That would explain why my effect on you is so strong."

He turned to her and came a little closer. Just out of reach of her teeth.

"Listen. My offer stands. I'm a man of my word. No pain. No torture. You know how to find me."

And with those words, his eyes glowed briefly and he disappeared in a black cloud of nothing. His eyes and grin seemed to hang in the air for another moment, and then they too were gone. Sarabi's eyes widened and she was left open-mouthed alone with the snoring monkey.

"What the... but how?"

She stammered.

It took quite a while for the effect Adramalech had had on her to completely wear off. Rafiki slept until the evening hours, and was not really good for anything after that. Sarabi had decided to return to the Pride's Rock before the others became too worried. When she told Simba and Nala about her encounters with Adramalech, and also that Rafiki had behaved completely strangely, even by his standards, Simba had earnestly asked her not to call for Adramalech again. One would reluctantly want to expose oneself to this danger. Even though Sarabi dreamed of the strange lion every night and these dreams seemed very real to her, she remained steadfast.

At least for a while.

Months passed and Sarabi experienced a new bloom in the territory. The plains filled with green again and the first of the large herds found their way back to the plains below Pride's Rock. She witnessed Nala's pregnancy and the birth of her first granddaughter. All were happy, all was well. But Sarabi felt more and more like she no longer belonged. She spent more and more time alone in the wilderness. She undertook long expeditions that took her to the borders of their realm, and sometimes beyond. She sought challenges, fought dangerous opponents, hunted impossible prey. She was often on the road for days. Only after some time could she admit to herself that she was deliberately trying to put distance between herself and Simba. As long as she was still fertile, she did not want to be near him. She could not quite explain why, but it was the case. Whenever Simba or the others asked her for reasons, or to stay, she invented new excuses.

One of these excursions brought her to one of the furthest watering holes in the territory. She had been here frequently in recent months. She had made herself at home and was waiting for the sun to set when she heard his voice.

"How long are you going to run away for, anyway?"

His voice was full of compassion and concern. Sarabi startled and whirled around. At first she saw only his eyes shining in the darkness of the long shadows, then she saw his bright white smile.

"I am not running away from you. I didn't call for you. Why are you here?"

Adramalech silently approached and lay on the shore of the small watering hole, playing with the small waves.

"I know you're not running away from me, there would be no point."

Stated Adramalech and pushed a small stone into the water to watch the waves.

"You're running away from your son. Why?"

Sarabi looked at him from narrowed eyes.

"You've been following me."

Adramalech grinned, not feeling guilty in any way.

"I told you I was staying for a while. I've been looking around a bit. There are a lot of nice lionesses here. I could imagine one or two more..."

He didn't get any further, Sarabi had already jumped at his throat. She bit into his neck but had to let go immediately. His burning mane prevented her from grabbing his throat. She confined herself to pounding him with paw blows and screaming at the top of her lungs.

"You...will...leave...the...others...in...peace!"

Adramalech took the blows without any visible emotion, on the contrary he even goaded her on.

"Yes come. Show me what you're made of. Let it all out."

He laughed as she landed one clawed blow after another. All his injuries instantly healed. Scratches and lacerations closed as quickly as Sarabi could inflict them. She was a strong and enduring fighter, but an opponent who didn't even care about the attacks even she couldn't beat.

"At least fight back!"

She screamed as she struggled for breath, and yet she jumped at the strange lion over and over again, tearing terrible wounds, only to see them close right back up. Adramalech grinned and ducked slightly.

"You want me to fight back? Fine."

He purred. He timed the next attack, dodged the paw, and used her momentum to spin her around on her own axis. In one fluid motion, she was under him and he was above her. He used his superior size, strength and weight and gently pushed her to the ground. She had no chance. She tried to pull herself out from under him, squirm or otherwise struggle, but she was completely unable to move. She felt his head shift next to hers.

"I win."

He whispered almost tonelessly before easing off of her.

There were tears in Sarabi's eyes. She was completely powerless. How was she supposed to defend the pack when the opponent was so overpowering. Would he now simply carry off one of the other lionesses?

Adramalech lay back on the shore of the lake and smiled in a relaxed way.

"So I understand. It's important to you that I leave the rest of your pride in peace."

He said calmly, looking over at the heavily breathing Sarabi.

"Leave the others out of this. I'll give you anything, but leave the others out of it."

Gasped the lioness, pulling herself toward him. Adramalech raised his eyebrows and his eyes lit up.

"Anything?"

He asked, while a diabolical grin graced his face. Sarabi stared at him with her mouth open. Her eyes reflected naked panic.

"Anything... anything you want."

She said quickly. Adramalech relaxed his features and smiled. Sarabi did not understand as he rose and came over to her again. He snuggled his head against hers. She wanted to hate him for it, but it felt so incredibly good.

"No, Sarabi. It doesn't work that way. I can't accept anything offered out of coercion or fear or blackmail. And you don't have to. I had no intention of seducing any of the other lionesses. At least not yet. Someday, maybe. But for now, I'm here only and solely for you."

He said calmly and continued to snuggle up to her. Hot and cold shivers ran down her spine. It was a completely new sensation for her. Her body reacted incredibly fast to him. She was already getting hot again and her body was literally screaming for his attention.

"You... you only want me? Not the others?"

She gasped. And he nodded.

"Like I said, I'm here to save you. While that is still possible."

He pushed his nose into the fur at the nape of her neck and began to nibble delicately. He could feel her hair stand up and he enjoyed the power he had over her. Sarabi was tingling all over and she was about to give herself to him. Only a small part of her still clung to this earthly existence.

"But then I will never see them again..."

She said softly, tears trickling down her face. Adramalech let go of her for a moment and wiped one of the tears from her cheek, looking at the wetness on his paw. The expression on his face seemed distant and longing.

"Yes, that's the price we all pay..."

He said more to himself than to Sarabi. He looked down again at the lioness lying on the ground in front of him. He bent down and nestled his head against hers once more. He was so incredibly tender when it came to seducing her. It was as if this was a completely different lion than the pompous jerk who got on her nerves with his posturing. She was trembling. She would not be able to resist him much longer.

"Before you decide now."

He said softly in her ear. His voice full of love and affection.

"Go and say goodbye to the ones you have. Give them a chance to say goodbye. And then if you want to go with me, come back here. I'll be here waiting for you."

He rubbed himself tenderly against her and finally nudged her. Sarabi looked at him in disbelief as he walked back to the pond and lay down there. He still seemed completely relaxed even though he seemed lost in thought. She slowly stood up and took a few steps towards him.

"You still give me the chance to just leave? Even if there was a danger I wouldn't come back?"

She asked curiously.

Adramalech looked up at her and smiled.

"I won't and can't force you. I see that you still have doubts, and I know that you have family that you love and that loves you. It would be wrong to just take you away from them. I really want you to come with me of your own free will."

His voice seemed different somehow than before. He seemed downright sad.

"I thank you for your understanding."

Said Sarabi softly and on her part snuggled her head against his and breathed in his scent. She could feel how much he enjoyed the contact. His eyes were closed and he stretched his head towards hers, keeping the contact as long as possible. The low growl he gave was evidence of his affection. Sarabi straightened up. She felt infinitely attracted to him. His charisma, his scent, his caresses, even his constant machismo, all drew her under his spell and would not let her go.

And yet she forced herself to tear herself away from him and return to the Pride's Rock. At least for the time being. She took a few steps back from him and watched him, not wanting him to change his mind after all.

"Now be on your way."

He said good-naturedly. She nodded and turned back. She was running fast. She wasn't sure why she was hurrying. Did she want to get away from him as quickly as possible, or back to her family as quickly as possible, or did she want to get the goodbyes over with as quickly as possible to get back to him.

She was completely confused. A thousand things went through her mind as she ran. What was the right decision? Her heart was clearly beating for her family, but also for this demon who could be so tender. She was burning to take vengeance and the pact with Adramalech seemed to be the best way to complete that vengeance. If she was going to hell anyway, wouldn't it make sense to go to hell on her terms. The promise of having someone by her side who was so tender, who had so much love to give, she couldn't just dismiss from her paw either. Hadn't he said he had a whole Harem in Hell? Who knows how many lionesses were already down there. Would he even have the time to take care of them? Would he have the stamina to keep so many lionesses happy? Mufasa had had a lot to do with the 20 lionesses in her pride. He had not always been able to satisfy everyone. Wonder how many Adramalech had? On the other hand, many lionesses also meant many potential allies in search of Scar.

Anger boiled up inside her at the thought of her hated brother-in-law. She knew it was wrong to make her decision based only on whether or not she would be able to exact vengeance. And Simba would never understand this very reason.

She had passed the halfway point when she stopped.

"Simba..."

She said softly, as if it only occurred to her now that she was also saying a final goodbye to her son. Her son, whom she had only so recently regained. Her son, whom she had thought dead, whose half life she had not witnessed.

"... To whom I actually have no connection..."

She broke down. Tears streamed down her face. It was all too much. A moment ago, her decision had been so simple. Now, she was no longer sure. She felt a deep, intimate love for her family. For all of them, but not for Simba. Simba was her son, she loved him. Of course she loved him, but somehow there was an unbridgeable distance between them. But this distance was only on her side, Simba seemed to love her like the mother she was. Why couldn't she feel the same for him. She howled her despair into the night.

Adramalech was standing only a few meters behind her. She could neither see nor hear him. One of the advantages of being a demon was the possibility to be always and everywhere and yet nowhere. For Sarabi, he was still at the small pond. She would even have been able to see him lying there, if it had not been so far away. But his spirit had followed her from the beginning. He now stood behind her and fought with himself. Should he intervene and risk the trust Sarabi had put in him, but maybe help her in this moment; or should he do nothing and leave her alone in her despair? He decided to help her.

Sarabi lay in the dust of the savannah and sobbed. She didn't notice it at first, but then she smelled it. That scent. His scent. She looked around. She couldn't see him.

"Adramalech?"

She asked into the night.

"Sarabi..."

His voice sounded very soft, distant, but attentive. She stood up and slowly spun around. She searched the horizon for his eyes.

"Where are you? I can smell you. Come out."

Her voice sounded shaky. She wasn't quite sure if she should be angry.

"I'm still at the pond, but also very close to you, if that's what you want."

His voice sounded closer now, but it wasn't coming from outside. She could smell him, she could almost feel him, it was like a memory manifesting in her nerves. She could literally feel him resting his head on her shoulder. The feeling soothed her.

"How...?"

Still she looked around, the smell seemed to be coming from the direction of the small water hole, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"One of the many no benefits of being a demon. I am with you in spirit and as long as I am with you nothing can happen to you, I will not let that happen. But now go, go to your family. Talk to them and take your time, I will wait for you here."

Sarabi suppressed a reply and swallowed her tears. She turned back in the direction of the Pride's Rock and started running.

It was early in the morning when she arrived at the rock. She had slowed her pace considerably in the last few meters. She didn't want to arrive rushed. Much to her surprise, she was expected. Simba was lying in front on the edge of the rock, watching her as she approached. She couldn't really see his face, but by the time she reached the base of the rock he had gotten up and was coming down to her. Now that she saw him up close, she saw how worried he seemed to be.

"Simba."

Her voice sounded strangely restrained. Her son, who looked so much like his father in so many ways, came right up to her and snuggled into her.

"I was so worried about you."

He said. His voice sounded genuinely concerned, no anger or resentment swimming in it.

"Where have you been again?"

He asked, while still seeking contact with her. Sarabi enjoyed the affection, but something was missing. Something that was there with Mufasa and also with Adramalech. She interrupted her son and backed away a few steps. Simba was confused.

"Simba, go get Nala. I need to talk to you. It's important and I can't wait."

Her son took a step toward her.

"What happened?"

Genuine concern speckled his face, but Sarabi shook her head. Tears gathered in her eyes again.

"I...I can't right now. Get Nala and we'll talk."

She sounded colder than she really wanted to. Simba looked concerned, but nodded and ran up to the cave. Sarabi wiped tears from her face.

"Don't be too hard on him, he loves you, and he's very worried."

Adramalech's voice was just behind her ear. She felt his support, could feel his heavy paw resting on her shoulder, backing her up. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

When she opened her eyes again she saw Nala and Simba coming towards her. Nala's expression was similarly worried as Simba's. Nala also immediately came up to her and snuggled in. Sarabi trembled. It was difficult for her to think clearly. Only the feeling that Adramalech was standing behind her and supporting her ensured that she did not simply collapse again.

"Sarabi, what happened? Talk to us."

Nala's voice was filled with concern and she looked Sarabi straight in the eye. The older lioness searched for the right words. Both Simba and Nala looked at her expectantly.

"Calm down. I am with you. Your family is with you. Everything is all right."

Adramalech's voice was like a balm. It calmed her nerves and helped her focus.

She took another deep breath and met the gazes of the two lions.

"I have to go."

She said in a tear choked voice. Nala shook her head as if she didn't quite understand and Simba looked at her with her mouth open.

"Go? Where and why?"

Was all her son could muster. Sarabi moved her mouth, but no sound came out. She started again.

"I... I will go with Adramalech."

Tears streamed down her face. She was trembling all over. Simba's expression darkened as Nala went to Sarabi to support her.

"With that demon? Why?"

Simba asked. His voice trembled imperceptibly, struggling with himself. He didn't want to raise his voice to his mother. She was obviously under a lot of stress. Sarabi was in no position to answer. Simba squinted his eyes, his anger threatening to overwhelm him, but he couldn't show it openly, not to his mother. Nala, on the other hand, tried to comfort Sarabi and snuggled up to the older lioness. Tried to give her support.

"Sarabi, but why do you want to go with him? Didn't you say he would kill you?"

Sarabi broke down. She lay on the ground and sobbed. She tried to form coherent sentences, but could not.

At that moment the atmosphere changed and from the shadows of the rock stepped Adramalech. He approached the three lions completely calmly. Simba did not know how to react. The demon had just appeared out of nowhere. The newcomer's aura was completely passive. No aggression in any form. He stopped about 10 meters in front of Simba. His gaze slowly wandered back and forth between each of the lions.

"Simba, Nala..."

His voice was calm. It resonated with compassion and sympathy. Simba took a step toward Adramalech, but held back.

"What did you do to her?"

He asked in a forced calm voice, but his eyes spoke a completely different language. Adramalech looked over at Nala, who stood protectively over Sarabi.

"Nala, will you please take care of Sarabi, I'm going to talk to Simba for a moment."

Again, his voice sounded so unnaturally calm that it was almost frightening. He nodded to Simba and turned around. Simba nodded and followed the other lion.

When they had gone a few steps, Simba snapped at him.

"Leave my mother alone or I will..."

Adramalech shrugged his shoulders.

"...what? What are you going to do to me? Do you seriously think you could be dangerous to a first-order demon even in your dreams?"

He turned to Simba and suddenly seemed much taller. Simba took a step back, but did not lose his composure. He remained steadfast. Adramalech nodded his respect and took the floor.

"Listen to me Simba. Let me explain to you what this is all about. I want you to understand what is happening."

Adramalech sat down and looked Simba in the eye. Simba stopped, but nodded.

"I didn't do anything to your mother, I'm not going to do anything to your mother. At least not until she wants me to. There is a small, but not insignificant problem."

Began Adramalech.

"Your mother will go to hell. There's no way around it. Her hatred for your uncle, is burned so deeply into her heart, she can't let it go. Her soul is defiled."

Simba looked at him questioningly.

"How do you know that? Isn't there anything I can do?"

Adramalech took a deep breath.

"I am a demon, I come from hell. I smell coruption ten miles against the wind. And no, you can't do anything, I'm afraid, and no, you can't take her place. That's not how it works. Trust me, I've been doing this job for over 100 years."

Simba wanted to scream, but Adramalech held him back. Simba could see that Adramalech was trying hard to be honest.

"But there must be something one can do."

The demon across from him nodded.

"Yes, one can do "SOMETHING". I can claim your mother for myself. ... No, let me finish... If she goes with me, she ends up in hell too, but she ends up in my Harem. She escapes eternal torture. She won't turn into a brainless demon, and who knows, maybe sometime in the future a way will be found for her to pass into the afterlife where she actually belongs."

Simba was beside himself. He stomped up and down in front of Adramalech.

"You want to tell me the only way for my mother is to exchange one eternal damnation for another?"

The demon nodded.

"Aaaaargh... that can't be... I can't approve of that, I can't let that happen."

Sauntered Simba.

"It's not your decision. Sarabi can only decide that for herself. And whatever she decides, I will accept that decision."

Said Adramalech calmly, looking past Simba. Simba turned and stood in front of Sarabi and Nala. Before he could react, both Sarabi and Nala were with him and snuggling. Simba had narrowed his eyes and was gritting his teeth convulsively.

"Simba, my son. I have made up my mind. It is for the best of all of us. I love you, but I must go while I can."

Whispered Sarabi.

"Simba, honey. We have to accept it. It's her decision. To love is to be able to let go."

Nala added. Simba gritted his teeth. Tears streamed down his face.

"I... I..."

He stammered as he tried to sort out his thoughts.

"I can't lose you too, Mother."

He finally blurted out.

Sarabi rubbed against her son.

"But that's the way of things. The cycle of life. Remember? Everything that is, perishes. It perishes so that new things can come into being."

Adramalech remained seated and waited patiently. Simba had a hard time with his mother's decision. Adramalech could feel the pain and loss in him. He knew it was extremely hard for the young lion, but they didn't have much time left if the pact was still to be made. Nala and Sarabi took care of the lion, who was wavering between anger, sadness and fear. It took a while for Simba to regain his composure. He took a deep breath and turned to Adramalech.

"Good, I must accept my mother's decision. I don't like doing it, but I have no right to deny her her decision. But I have one condition."

Adramalech tilted his head.

"I will be present when it happens. I will not let my mother go this way alone."

This visibly surprised the demon. He looked past Simba to Sarabi. The latter nodded.

"Good Simba. You will be allowed to attend the ritual, but I warn you, it will be disturbing."

Simba nodded grimly. Adramalech rose and bowed from Sarabi.

"Good, meet me at the agreed location at midnight. We will close the pact. I will be waiting for you there."

And with these words the demon disappeared. Only his eyes seemed to linger for a moment.

When Sarabi arrived at the small watering hole with Simba and Nala, Adramalech was already waiting for them. Next to him lay the bones of a small springbok. Neatly gnawed off.

Simba approached him first. His expression was serious and closed. The sadness was to be seen him.

"You know I can not approve any of this at all."

He said softly. Adramalech looked him straight in the eye.

"Yes, I know that. But it's not about what you can and want. And deep inside you also know that this is the only right decision."

The demon indicated and looked past him to Sarabi, who was sitting behind Simba, near Nala. Simba took a moment before finally nodding and clearing the way. Adramalech rose and walked over to Sarabi and Nala. The young lioness' expression was filled with concern. She looked pleadingly at Adramalech.

"You won't hurt her, will you?"

Adramalech smiled slightly.

"No, she will not suffer. Quite the opposite."

He said as he rubbed his head against Sarabis, who was clearly enjoying it.

"She will very much enjoy it."

Sarabi enjoyed the affection. Being close to the demon, feeling his body, being able to breathe his scent, it was balm on her soul. Nala, now so close to Adramalech herself, could feel the demon's effect. She felt strangely drawn to the lion who was just nestling his body against Sarabi. His smell was beguiling, and his charisma engaging. If she wasn't careful, she would fall for the demon. She tore herself away from the thought and walked over to Simba, who was staring in disbelief at Adramalech and Sarabi. Why was his mother so much more familiar with this demon than she had ever been with him? Sarabi was lost in her thoughts. The demon's touches felt so incredibly good. He knew exactly where she needed it, how she needed it, and he was willing to give her everything she needed. She returned his affection and snuggled up to him as well. Drank his scent and lost herself in his soft fur. Whenever he came to her head he whispered little compliments and sweet-talked her like there was no tomorrow. In a way, there was no tomorrow either. She gave herself completely to his ministrations. Apart from him and her, nothing else seemed to exist around her any more. She no longer noticed the other two. Her eyes were closed, her ears relaxed.

Adramalech and Sarabi slowly circled each other. When she arrived at his backside she could smell him, his privates, the strong, wild and primal smell of the demon. Adramalech did the same to her. He smelled her scent, tasted her readiness, revelled in it.

Once again he turned and rubbed against her, taking in her scent and coming to her head.

"It's time little Sarabi. Get ready."

He whispered as he pressed his nose to her neck and nibbled tenderly.

Sarabi stretched her neck to give him better access and visibly enjoyed the caresses of the other. Slowly she bent down and gave way to her innermost depths. Adramalech let go of her and came behind her. He took in for a moment the sight that presented itself to him. Her readiness was obvious. She was swollen, reddened, and her moisture flowed from her in thick strings.

He moved closer, breathing deeply of her scent. She could feel his hot breathing against her sex. She shuddered, it was an incredible feeling. She feared he was already pushing her over the edge with this teasing alone. She dug her claws into the loose soil and pushed her rear end higher.

"Don't make me wait any longer."

She begged, and Adramalech was only too happy to comply with her plea. He mounted her and slowly but smoothly penetrated her. Sarabi trembled all over. The sensation of sudden penetration, even if it was done very gently, after so long threatened to overwhelm her.

"Haaaaaahh.... Hnnnnnn..."

She moaned as the demon crouched over her drove deeper into her, inch by inch. With each moment he lingered inside her, filling her further, Sarabi reached new heights. He was the right size, he would fill her completely and she was completely in favor of him doing just that. She stretched her head up and gasped her lust into the night and her longing for more. Adramalech snuggled his head against hers from behind and slowly began to move. He used his entire length and the special anatomy of his member to give her as much pleasure as he could. When he realized that he was about to reach the entrance, he waited a moment, only to penetrate her all the way again afterwards. With each pull and thrust he performed, she sucked in deep the cold night air and moaned her pleasure to the world. In time with his movements, Sarabi pushed against him to make the sensation even more intense.

Simba and Nala were completely entranced. They had both never seen Sarabi like this. Sarabi had always been the cool, calculating leader. Loving and attentive, of course, but they had never seen this voluptuous, lustful side of her. Seen how she gave herself completely to her partner, without thinking about the fact that she was being watched. Completely shamelessly acting out her horniness and moaning loudly committing the act. Simba could only watch with her mouth open, while Nala wished she could be as equally free. Sarabi seemed to really enjoy the act. This was not sex to propagate. This was sex for the sake of pure pleasure. Something she had never known before. Of course Simba and she had done it with each other before, but never like this... never had she gotten her money's worth like this. A dark desire sprouted in her, a desire she didn't know if Simba would be able to satisfy.

Sarabi was in a completely different world. For her, Simba and Nala no longer existed. Only the demon and his glowing hot joystick still existed. Adramalech slowly increased the tempo and Sarabi's voice changed. If until just now it had been long and boisterous moans, now the breaths became shorter and faster.

"Haaa... haaa... hiii... hnnn..."

Her tongue was hanging out of her mouth and she was drenched in sweat. The hot saliva of the demon dripping on her shoulder only fired her up even more. She flexed her muscles and enjoyed every other thrust Adramalech shoved into her. She wished this moment would never pass, but she could already feel her climax approaching. Adramalech felt her getting tighter and tighter around him and knew it wouldn't be long now. He put his back into it once again and rammed his cock into her pussy. The slapping of his hips against her rear end punctuated her moans. He could also slowly feel his own climax approaching. He leaned down to her and bit her neck passionately. Her moans were joined by a squeal.

Sarabi was completely lost in her own way of pleasure, pain, lust and horniness. She was screaming for more. She wanted it harder, faster, deeper... She demanded everything from Adramalech and he gave her everything, everything and more. She felt her orgasm approaching like a wave and reveled in the feeling. When he finally crashed over her, it was like dams bursting inside hers. Along with her own release, Adramalech also came, flooding her with his hot seed. It was like she was burning from the inside out. She was hot and cold at the same time. Every movement of Adramalech sent electricity through her body. It was the absolute climax of her existence... and then everything happened in a flash.

With the precision of a professional killer, Adramalech bit into Sarabi's throat and tore a large chunk out of her. The lioness instantly collapsed. Even before her head hit the ground, her body burst into unnatural flames.

Simba and Nala, who had just been watching the spectacle with fascination, were suddenly brought back to earth. Simba first regained his senses and wanted to rush forward, but was held back by Nala. She was still not fully back, which was due to the fact that she longed to be in Sarabi's place and was still struggling with her feelings.

Adramalech stood where Sarabi had lain a moment ago. He was not even out of breath.

He looked completely calm as he turned to the two and sat down.

"It is done."

He said calmly. Simba was beside himself with grief, with anger. He didn't know against whom his anger was more directed. Against himself, for having allowed it, against Adramalech, who had taken his mother from him, or even against his mother herself, who had betrayed and abandoned him.

Finally, he turned and ran away without a word. Nala remained sitting for a moment. Her eyes reflected desire, but Adramalech shook his head.

"You are still needed here. He needs you. I will come...when the time is right."

His voice was full of affection, and she could definitely tell that he normally wouldn't say no. She thanked him and ran after Simba.

Adramalech watched the two of them for a moment longer.

"This world could still get interesting..."

His diabolical laugh continued for a while after he had already disappeared.

...

Take me home...

Ushi sat on top of one of the onyx columns and waited. She knew she would never have to wait long. The wind, for all its faults, was a faithful companion. And so, once again, it took only a moment for the large bluish bird to land on the pillar.

"You called me Ushi."

The lioness nodded.

"Yes, I called for you, and faithful as you are, you came at once."

After the greeting pleasantries were exchanged they were able to get to the reason for his summoning.

"What can I do for you Ushi?"

It was a purely rhetorical question, and Ushi knew it. The wind knew very well already exactly what Ushi wanted. But decency dictated that she tell him again in person.

"I need help for one of the lionesses. She is looking for a lion who has already gone to hell some time ago. She is seeking vengeance."

Said Ushi succinctly. The details were something the wind could figure out for itself.

"Yes I know. He is in the care of one of my brothers. He won't be happy to give him up. So I can't just take him and bring him here."

Explained the wind, pacing back and forth in front of Ushi.

"There would be a way for her to get her revenge, but it will cost her."

Ushi tilted her head.

"Cost? What's it going to cost? We don't have anything here..."

She began, but when she saw the demon's look she faltered.

"... oooooh... that brother."

Ushi ground her teeth. She would have to check with Sarabi.

"What and for how long?"

Wind grinned up to his ears

"That depends on what she wants to do with him. She'll have to clear it directly with my brother."

Ushi rolled her eyes.

"Alright, I'll talk to her... And don't grin like that, your brother is disgusting."

The big demon's laughter sounded cruel, and the rush of its wings as it took off again was reminiscent of the moaning of trees in a storm. Ushi was left alone.

"Great. Now I get to explain to her that she's welcome to torture her brother-in-law, but in return she'll have to serve as a sex toy for an anal-fixated great demon. This is going to be fun..."

She grumbled for a while before rising and starting to descend from the pillar again.

When she later informed Sarabi about the possibilities, she was on fire. She didn't care what hell she would have to go through to see her brother-in-law suffer. And he would suffer, she would take care of that. Ushi could not and would not contradict her and sent her on to Adramalech, who had to give his OK to this adventure. Much to her surprise, Adramalech not only gave his OK, but also offered to accompany her. He would not participate in the torture and the payment, but he would make sure that the great demon did not overdo it.

Both of them went with Wind to his brother's residence.

The delights and sufferings of this excursion would be the topic of conversation in this section of hell for a long time to come.

It should be mentioned that Sarabi is the first of the lionesses to have a part-time job as a torturer for one of the great demons. She is much happier since then.

And that is how I became...

the personal torturer of the pleasure prince himself