Surrender...
Being tied naked to a crossed post with a small for Sale sign strapped around his balls had to count as one of the most embarrassing things in the young slave's life, however, being tied naked to a crossed post and having several voracious males come around to leer at you was the most the most awkward and demeaning thing to have happen in a certain young lion's life. This fact, coupled with being fondled by said males while his slave handler watched the happenings of the other males with a critical eye, made Terrain fight hard not to gag just in time for a heavy paw to find its way under his slim tail and began to massage the cleft of his taint as a grinning tiger licked his dark lips directly in front of the slave's face.
Turning his eyes towards his handler with a desperate plea clouding his eyes, Terrain hoped the rat would end this before he suffered anymore indignities, especially when the hand creeping behind his back began to wiggle several dexterous fingers along the edge of his puckered anus. Knowing better than to grunt or whimper, years of lashing having taught him that his outburst were neither appreciated nor amusing, Terrain begged with his eyes for his handler to do something, and fast, because said fingers were starting to get a bit more intrusive than what was mandated by the Slave Action Law. Like actually having a law to prohibit a noble for doing what they want to a slave meant anything to the slave in question. If it weren't for all the formalities that came with having to be a noble, Terrain would often swear, as he did daily, that any piece of trash could become a noble if they dressed up nice enough.
His handler only noticed that something was amiss with his potential slave when Terrain let out several hisses under his breath as his tailhole was poked and prodded by the tiger who had taken it upon himself to test out the goods being offered to the crowd. Many of the slave handlers promised that their younger slaves were indeed virgins but in truth, a great number of them had been used and beaten afterwards to keep them from knowing the pleasure of a sensual touch. Only a true virgin would be able to let out the quiet kinds of whispers that Terrain was echoing to signify that he was indeed, untainted meat. The forced groans and whimpers from many others were too easy to spot nowadays and the tiger was only too happy to continue to play with the piece of tail he was seriously considering purchasing today.
The pink flush dancing across the lion's face, plus the way Terrain's eyes were fluttering close made many of them men around hard within their britches as they watched the lion's ample erection began to stand up from where it lay across his thigh to stand at full attention. Many muzzles watered at the scent of the clean slave's musk wafting out from his sun-kissed fur and sweat soaked body as the lion jerked in his bonds. Some of the males in the gathered circle soon began to argue with each other in disbelief at such a glorious slave being sold for so cheaply and some of them questioning Terrain's handler about what was wrong with the young male. Surely no slaver in his right mind would offer this prize up for so low, but the slaver only snickered as he put all his skills into pitching the price for the lion; making sure to say without words that the price was always able to be raised if someone offered more than what was being priced.
Terrain hissed and let out a feline groan of discomfort as the tiger began to get more than a little friendly with his backside as several clawtips began to pinch the flesh of his innocent ring of muscle. He let out a sharp gasp when a firm hand found its way onto his balls and began to knead them like dough ready for the oven and wiggled around in his bonds to try and dissuade the hands curling onto his nether regions. Eyes dilated from the sensation overload, Terrain felt his blood quicken and his heart hammer rapidly inside of the cage of his chest as his cock began to burp several dollops of pearl white fluid onto the roving fingers of a lustful male. Not able to clearly see who, spots danced in his eyes as he fought hard to keep what little dignity he could as his handler feigned ignorance of his situation next to him, Terrain grunted and muffled a roar of defiance as the fingers behind him sought entrance into his body with more than a little force to their prodding.
Just when Terrain was sure he was about to be fully probed by the tiger's lecherous hand, someone grabbed the striped feline by the arm and then snatched him away only to throw the other onto the ground like a sack full of wheat. The same hand reached for the male who was fondling Terrain's balls and roughly pulled the other away, though squeezing said person's arm to make them release the young lion first, before he too followed the tiger onto the ground.
Just when several more bodies began to be pushed to the side like a crossing of the sea, the gathered heads turned to see the person in question and a hush fell over the crowd of males like a curse. The tiger grunted and began to growl in indignation as he staggered to his feet before his eyes found the person in question and a feline hiss of terror leapt out of his through without his command. Terrain inhaled sharply as he watched the towering form of a greater lion stand there before him and growl down at the gathered nobles who quietly tried to move away without being noticed. The young lion didn't know what to think when he watched the throng of men slowly disperse. The tiger chose at that moment to crawl away on his knees until he was far enough away so that he could jump up and run back to wherever he had come from without looking like a complete coward. His partner however, chose the course of immediate flight over pride, before the bigger male walked up to the bound slave and then began to look him over.
The hot breaths of the taller lion washed over his fur and head like a wave as Terrain lifted his face as best he could to see the towering figure gaze down at him and judge with his eyes if his life was worth preserving. Though he had never seen the other male before Terrain had heard the stories from older slaves who worked the market and recognized all the features that were the lion general and didn't bother to stop himself as awe ran down his spine as he marveled at the gargantuan warrior.
From his head of gold to his mane of deepest ebony, Terrain saw all of the things in the other lion that he would never have for himself. The deep amber eyes, powerful chin and full ears were all the signs of a male in his prime who had been blessed by the gods to hold power untold within his massive body as he stood there looming above Terrain like the moon as he overshadowed the smaller feline. Letting his eyes travel down his clothed frame, Terrain let his mind boggle over muscle bound form of the greater lion as he saw veins pulse underneath dense, leather tight fur while biceps and triceps curled together as the general crossed his arms over his shoulders in disgruntlement. Though the mightier lion's chest was covered in a leather tunic and his legs were donned over by grey leggings, traditional of the kingdom, Terrain had no trouble watching densely packed bulges twitch with every breath the other feline took as he stood like a marble statute under the heat of the afternoon sun.
A thick tail whipped behind him like an anaconda and Terrain could only wish that he would have half a length as what the other man possessed before his life ended as he watched the tuft of the appendage billow in the light breeze flowing around them. Terrain let out a hitch of breath as his already aching length of maleness rose up to spout a small bead of clear sap down from the barbed head which rolled down to land onto his bound, low hanging sac. It was more than embarrassing when the general cocked a single eyebrow and looked at him with something unclear on his hard features, Terrain could only guess that it was something between intrigue and disgust as the mightier male took a sharp intake of air through his nose and then huffed in annoyance. How much he would have give, if he had anything to give, for the other lion not to look at him like he was dirt underneath his boot. Lowering his head in shame and defeat, Terrain hung from his bindings and wished with all that he was that the earth beneath him would open and swallow him whole just to end his misery.
"What has this slave done to be so trussed up as he is?" The general asked suddenly, startling the younger male into tipping his head up and gazing the other in the eye, without bothering to look towards Terrain's handler.
The rat chattered and rubbed both of his boney hands together up across the underside of his chin before opening his narrow muzzle to speak, "This slave has disrespected another keeper and is being sold at a marked down price for his impudence, good general." The rat began while egging himself on to give the king's most devout servant his best spiel.
"That wasn't what I asked..." The lion cut him off.
"Forgive me, but this slave tried to defend a younger slave who was about to be disciplined by another handler and is being so punished for it."
"Are you his handler?" The general turned his head, giving Terrain some reprieve from having to look into the golden glowering eyes of the bigger male, and stared down at the rat who was trying his best to keep his composure.
"Yes, yes I am, my lord." The rat's throat bobbed heavily as he nervously took several swallows of breath.
"How much for this one?"
"Surely my good sir, you would want something else to match your taste. This thing right here has been a curse upon my nerves and pocket ever since I brought him. Surely, you would do much better with," Was about as far as the rat got before a thunderous roar shook the slave market, making every head turn to see just where the booming echo had come from. The rat slaver quickly ducked himself down before nervously lifting his head when the general spoke once more,
"I asked you, how much for this one, and not, what you think will suit my taste. Now do you have an answer or do I put my own price on him?" The taller lion sneered before turning back to look into Terrain's startled face.
"Twenty gold, sir. A-and not a coin more."
The lion reached for his wallet and then picked out the necessary gold before he turned to drop the metal discs into the rat's hand. The slaver needed nothing more as he quickly reached up to bit one of the coins and then scurry over to untie Terrain from the post he dangled off of. The slave lion hit the ground with a thump, his tail breaking his fall, as the bindings tying him to the post were cut. However, before his slaver could release him of the ties that wrapped around his arms, legs and testicles he was plucked from the ground and made to stand on his feet by his new owner.
Just as Terrain began to shuffle his hands to get himself out of the knots a heavy paw dropped down and curled both his arms together making the lion look up to see the general glaring down at him.
"Know this, slave, you have just become my property and as such my word has now become law to you. If you displease me then whatever your slaver had planned for you will pale in comparison to whatever punishment I can think up. Do you understand me?" The commanding tone of the taller male brook no argument and as the full weight of his situation crashed down upon him Terrain could only comply with a quick nod before he found his arms were released. "You will stay in those ties until we return to my place within the castle walls and if I so much as hear you murmur then I will parade your naked tail throughout the market with the print of my hands across your tail and face, understand me?" Once more Terrain nodded and then bowed his head in defeat.
The lion general turned to give a curt nod to the rat slaver before stalking off from the vendor and then making his rounds throughout the market. All the while Terrain was forced to endure the humiliation of having to be paraded naked throughout the streets for everyone to see. If it had only been embarrassing before to have been on display without a strip of clothing for any pervert and potential buyer to see, not that these were often two different creatures, now it was thoroughly degrading as many made lewd comments and a few suggestions that made the lion want to curl up somewhere and hide the underside of his tail to keep preserved his tailhole.
Terrain wasn't sure what to think of feel, other than a slight wave of fatigue as his aching feet and throbbing loins made known their discomfort with every step he took up the cold stone stairs. The ties still encircled around his erection kept him hard while the rope chaffing into his testicles made the younger lion bite back a whimper as every other step tugged at his sensitive regions and placed just enough pressure on his maleness to keep him from getting soft. He couldn't complain however, not with the large male's threat still lingering in his ears, as the other lion could have taken him right in the middle of the street as per his right as the new owner of his body. However, the general did no such thing and kept the two of the walking for several hours without end.
However, despite his vulnerability, no one made a single move towards him and as he and his new master walked circles around the market during the long hours of the afternoon, the lion felt oddly secure in the knowledge that he couldn't have been in safer paws.
By the time their journey ended night was threatening the area of the market and many of the vendors were hurried closing up shop and carting their merchandise off before the cutthroats and cutpurses came out. Though the general made every effort to try and settle disputes and dissolve arguments with the various customers and slave handlers, there were just some who held enough of a grudge to lurk in the dark and try to take revenge. Terrain watched along with his new owner as the last few of the slavers packed up for the night and then he was turned forcibly and made to walk beside the bigger lion as they walked the path towards the castle. Never before having seen the mighty walls of the king's home up so close, Terrain got a chance to awe in the expanse of the large wooden gate that separated the entrance to the castle from the outside.
Tall stones seemed to go all the way up to the sky from where the two felines stood, men walked the borders of the edge of the stones looking down to the land below like vassals from the gods as weapons were clenched tightly into well-worn hands. Terrain got a chance to see the gate keeps as he and the general made their way into the courtyard before the young slave jumped when the castle gates slammed shut behind him. A chuckle up above made the younger male look, but he only saw the stout face of the large lion looking on ahead of him as the general made his way into the front doors of the castle, however, as the two of them stepped into the hallway several men in armor walked by them, giving the taller lion a nod and a quizzical eye to the smaller, before the general ushered the both of them to his room on the second floor while saying clipped his greetings to his men.
When they finally got to the general's room Terrain gaped in awe as he watched the larger male open the wood barrier and immerse him in a beautiful, if not Spartan sanctuary. Burgundy and lavender mixed together as fine lines draped a massive bed and covered the windows of the enclosed space while the scent of fresh lemons dusted across the air making Terrain's sense feel at ease as all the tension from the day ran its course out of his body. A wave of fatigue made Terrain walk across the room to the bed and then plop himself down before realization hit him, along with the backside of his head making the young lion crash to the floor.
Turning and eye to look up at the towering form standing above him, Terrain had the distinct impression that he had just been given a warning blow rather than an actual punishment for his indiscretion. Usually, slave owners were allowed to beat their slaves as much as they wanted to instill in them the desired respect, as per the law anyway, so long as the slave remained alive and whole. Reaching up to rub the back of his head and feel for the bump he would have later, Terrain came to the conclusion that his new master might actually be different from all of the stories he had heard as the young lion looked up at the bigger male and then blinked at him owlishly.
When the other male didn't say anything for several seconds Terrain took the chance to hesitantly stand onto his feet and then look into the face of the general. More seconds ticked by without any interaction between the two males and Terrain began to feel nervous despite himself as he wondered what he should do in his situation. Looking over the other and then to his own nude features, Terrain wondered if it was his place seconds after he reached out to touch his new master and then began to reach down to unlace the ties around the other's waist. Clumsy fingers fiddled with the laces until finally Terrain had then undone and then slowly pulled away the strings of the bigger lion's pants and was nearly blown away from the heady scent of male musk that came from out of the general's body.
Like his own scent, the other lion smelled hot and sweaty, but unlike himself, the general was much thicker and manlier as the aged feline scent seemed to just scream his virility and supremacy. Terrain's mind went to another place entirely as his movements became mechanical as he pulled the general's leggings down from around his legs, taking a second to be in awe at the spectacle that was the other lion's sex, thick and covered with several line of pulsing veins while supporting two massive spheres trapped in a hanging pouch of musky smelling flesh down between his thighs. The slave lion barely noticed when his master stepped out from the pool of cloth at his feet and then kicked away the lower garments over to the wall before Terrain stood up and watched as the other male lowered himself to be helped out of his shirt. Another wave of scent him Terrain as he pulled the general's top from off around his body and soon the slave found himself reeling back from the sweaty smell of his owner before he found himself once again looking at the pectoral muscles of the other male.
The fine golden fur was damp with sweat, making the general's dark nipples stand out firm from his chest as he flexed his chest and rolled his shoulders together to relieve himself of his coiled tension, and just as Terrain was about ready to take a header into the other a strong hand reached out to steady him before pulling him into the circle of the taller lion's personal space.
"Slave, you have two duties to me while within this room," Terrain heard his master say, though it was somewhat muffled from where he was with his face pressed into rock hard pecs and a chiseled abdomen. "One, you are to keep this room clean at all times. The maids will be told to give you everything you need to make this room as spotless as they do so I expect no less from you since this will now be your own room as well." Terrain nodded though he was trying hard to keep conscious as his nose drunk in the scent of his master and his mind imprinted the other onto every single fiber of his senses as his nose took several deep sniffs, as his hands reached around to stroke the edges of the general's muscular backside while his tongue lightly ghosted across the other lion's chest fur.
"Your second task will be one of greater, but no less importance, and that is to keep me pleased while within the confines of our bedroom." A strong paw gripped the back of the smaller feline's head and made him look up to see the smirking face of the dominant male above him.
Eyes hazy with lust and senses almost burning with the need to soak up as much of this male's very being into himself, Terrain managed to nod with sure confidence as he memorized everything he could about what was being told to him.
"I see my slave is ready to fulfill his duty, is he. Well then, since you are so eager," The general backed away and then walked around Terrain's still form, making the smaller feline turn like the hands of a clock to face wherever the other was going, before the bigger male sat himself down onto the edge of his bed and then spread himself out for the other. "I have a rule of thumb; I never get into my bed rank or dirty. Not that I have the highest respect for the efforts of the maids here, but I do value the work of anyone who serves me in the best manner they know how." And with that the lion snapped his jaw shut and waited on Terrain to complete his second task of the night.
Eyes glowing in the dimness of the room, the torches from the outside coming to a blaze and illuminating the yard for the guards to see with while the half moon outside swam up into the heavens, Terrain walked over to his master and then looked over the other carefully without making a sound.
Confusion found its way into the younger male's head as he wondered what he was supposed to do now, as he hadn't been given a basin or rag to clean the other off with, nor a towel with which to dry the lingering sweat, Terrain wasn't sure what he should do. Looking over to where another door was inside of the room, the young slave edged his way over before a sharp snarl made him snap his head back to look into his master's face. The smaller feline cocked his head to the side as he noted the anger that seemed to bloom in the amber depths of the general's slit orbs as questions began to bubble up into his throat.
Just as he opened his mouth to ask a heavy hand swatted him down onto the floor like a disobedient cub making Terrain whimper before he shakily stood back up to face his owner. Understanding that his words were not welcomed and his departure was not an option either, Terrain surmised that the only way to clean off the other man was to use what he had on him. Looking down at himself, Terrain realized that he had nothing on him save the ropes that were ties securely onto his form and they wouldn't make for a good towel even if the other wanted him to become a furry replica of a towel, the last thing that left was...his...
Walking into the general's personal space and opening his mouth, Terrain ran the width of his tongue across the underside of his master's mane and then began to sweep his raspy organ over and across the borderlands of the general's neck. A purr ran up from the bigger male's chest and as Terrain increased the speed and length of his ministrations he began to realize that all that he was would become as a tool for his master. It didn't take a genius to understand that his body had already been forfeit for the amusement of the other man, however, who would have thought that as he ran his tongue down across the other lion's arms and underneath to taste his bitter tasting sweat, that both his inside and his outsides were to be instruments to reverence this greater male with. The taste of his master was just the same as his scent, both demanding of deference and submission, as Terrain swept his tongue over and over across the general's biceps and triceps, both tasting and memorizing what he would forever come to know as a gift from his master's body.
The general made no sound other then pleased groans as his slave administered to him his all in the form of swift laps of his tongue over his taunt nipples and then down the line bisecting his chest.
Terrain only got a groan of appreciation as he soon found his face mashed flush up into the other lion's pectoral muscles as the other moved him along to whatever beat was going through his mind. The movements were jerky but fluid enough for Terrain to tell that his master wanted him to use more force into his cleaning and the slave was happy to comply as he began to bite hard down onto the general's chest and chew on the pebble hard nipples that he found his face rolling against, time and again. A hitch of breath and the hand behind his head was pulled away before Terrain was left to complete his task with never vigor. Grunting and hissing in admiration, Terrain moved his face, still tightly pressed up into the other lion's body even without being made to, as the slave went down further to kiss and nip at the hard mountains of his master's abs.
Sucking and teasing those mounds of muscles with all the attention he could muster, Terrain nibbled the edges of the tops rows before running his face back and forth against the others as if mapping out each plain and raised hill in turn. The scent of his master was deeply ingrained into his senses by then and as he reached up and around with slim fingers, the slave massaged his master with enough force to make the general feel his every effort and understand that he accepted his place at the feet of the greater male. Face becoming slick with the leftover sweat that acclimated from the day on his master's hide, Terrain licked over his lips to get enough of a taste so that it would linger well on into the morn once he had completed his task.
Terrain would never have known it, but his new master had actually loathed the idea of having slaves in the past. More than once the general had advocated for fairer treatment of those who were bound in servitude and made to live a life of pleasing others. However, no one would have guessed that within the same mind lay a patiently dominator that longed to find a willing servant who would come to him of their own volition and please him with everything that they were. How odd that he would find such a willing slave to sink down between his thighs on his knees and opt to give himself to him without the threat of a strap or lash against his hide. While edging to the borderlands of being hypocritical, the lion realized that there was a certain fondness for owning another as he watched the younger lion dip down and then bury his head between his legs.
Terrain grunted as he opened his mouth and laved over the musk-soaked fur that lay between the general's legs while slurping up as much of the liquid scent as he could before turning to take his master's cock into his mouth and began to nurse on it. Head bobbing and tongue stroking out and over the massive length of lionmeat, Terrain took little time to suck down the other lion's seed as he had a task to complete beforehand. Pulling away with an audible pop, Terrain moved down to run the tip of his nose down against the sides of his master's sac, breathing in the almost visibly thick musk, as he watched ghostly heated lines rise up from the steaming heat that came from the other man's legs before brushing his tongue across and tasting all that made the general the male that he was. Though he tried, Terrain failed to get one of the orbs completely into his muzzle as a single orb was big enough to fill up his entire mouth, so instead the slave opted to take as much as he could and then use his tongue so that he could swirl his organ around both sides of each sphere and liberally coat it in his saliva.
Leaving two wet and dripping testicles behind, Terrain moved further down between his master's legs and kneaded them with his hands, with the same intensity as the men who had fondled him the same at the slave market, before licking over the other lion's calves and nibbling on the dense fur therein. Dropping down and around so that he could get at the meaty thighs of the general, Terrain listened to telltale grunts come from his owner before snickering quietly to himself and moving so that he found himself bowing down at the feet of the greater feline. Not having to ask, one foot suddenly came up from off of the floor and Terrain was thusly treated to the clean, if not sweaty, soles of the male who he belonged to. Just like the rest of him, the general's feet were gargantuan things that easily dwarfed much of his face and made it a challenged to slather his dry tongue over. Hearing a grunt of discomfort Terrain built up enough moisture in his mouth so that drool ran the course of his lips to the floor before swallowing and lapping at the hard, black pads that sat above his face.
One after the other and then back again to the first, Terrain licked and sucked at his master's foot until he had the entire appendage covered in well mated fur from top to bottom. Gasping and grunting in satisfaction as he pulled away to sat down on his knees firmly, Terrain thought himself proud of his accomplishment when he looked up to see the pleased face of the general looming down above him. A wet pawpad found its way onto the length of his cock and stroked it in time, giving the slave more belief in his own success, that was until slim toeclaws found their way underneath his balls and wrapped around them making the younger lion gasp and roar out loud at the sudden feeling of being so handled before he was suddenly released. Not sure what just happened, and wondering if the sudden pain he had just felt had been real or not, Terrain hazard a look up and found his eyes growing wide as his master pulled back and flipped over onto his bed and lay in all his glory before him.
It didn't take the other lion long to come to understand that he was not done with just yet and soon Terrain was moving up and licking once more across the bigger man's awe-inspiring form.
The slave took the time to first lick up the underside of familiar pawpads with eager determination before going further upwards to nuzzle along raised plains of marble hard thighs and calves before stopping and pulling back to sniff at an unfamiliar taint that made his nose twitch with some repressed need.
While never having been used before by another male, terrain did know a thing or two from the stories that heard from some of the older slaves who had spent many a nights atop the beds of their masters. From what he had come to understand, the cleft of a male's underside was a place that only the most dominant of handlers were allowed to be because to touch there was to accept the dominance of another man and have their judgment placed upon your standing underneath them. Usually, most slave handlers would probe and delve inside of a male slave when they were very young and get said slave accustomed to the fact that they now belonged to someone other than themselves. Older men who became slave usually fought such intrusions and had to be put down sometimes if they wouldn't submit to being owned by someone else; it was one of the reasons why slave breeding was a must in some countries.
For Terrian though, this was an interesting turn of events since his master was opening himself to the younger male so easily. Not that Terrain would have tried anything foolish like mounting the other, he was already made subservient to the general by having to swallow the other lion's sweat and breathe in his heavy scent, so all that left was for the slave to surrender the rest of himself to his master and complete his assigned task, which he did with relish. Bending down and snuffling over the other man's tailside, Terrain took the general's tail and pulled it up out of his way, recording the weight of the heavy and lengthy appendage for further inquiry later, the slave pressed his entire face down into the other lion's ass and began to suck and lick with all the fervor he could muster. The bigger lion gasped and let out a feline hiss as he lay boneless of the bed and reached back to spread his asscheeks as wide as he could.
Had anyone come into the room they would have been in for a very peculiar sight; the general of the king's army laying down flat onto his bed, groaning and mewling while shudders ran up the length of his spine, while a slim wisp of a lion ate the insides of his rump out with a kind of determination you only saw in a warrior desperate for his life on the battlefield. The slave barely came up for ass as he huffed and puffed and bobbed his head back and forth like a man starved while licking and sucking at the pucker between the larger feline's behind. Wet sucking noises echoed from the place where the two were, so lewd and sensual that it would have made a pious man question his faith as Terrain lapped with greater intensity as the minutes flew by.
By the time the slave pulled his head back his face was covered in drool and a strange light danced in his glowing eyes as he looked down at the sight of the saliva soaked rump that was dribbling his juices down the cleft. Reaching out and patting the twin cheeks like as if they were a prized stud, Terrain pressed his face back down to shower both mounds in a rain of feather light kisses before moving up and nuzzling just above the place where the general's tail met his spine. The tail in his hand moved from his grip to wrap around Terrain's waist while the tuft end flicked across his muzzle to tease him before getting nipped for its trouble. The general chuckled aloud at this but was soon purring again as his slave made his way up his spine with a restless tongue that seemed frantic to please.
Hot, passionate murmurs resounded from both males as both master and slave were treated to each other by way of submission from the latter. Terrain's mind seemed to release itself from the burdens of care and concern as he devoted himself to wiping the sweat from the bigger lion's backside with both his face and tongue and hands while his master seemed to understand that there would be no substitute for the serving male that he was coming to adore.
Groans and shivers of delight ran rampant from the bottom up across the general's back this time as Terrain got a chance to suckle at the distinct lines that made up the backside of his master while tracing each and every line that corded itself throughout the large lion with his tongue. The lines moved like living things as they twisted and bulged underneath the bigger man's tawny golden fur; like serpents they writhed together in lines, and yet like fingers they flexed and curled together before going completely still and smoothing out to disappear from sight. Terrain made note to map each one to memory and then nip at the plains when they disappeared just to get them to show again, but also to make his master cry out in bliss and shiver underneath him almost wantonly.
Further up he went, kissing and pressing his face deeply to get at the scent that was taking control of all that he was becoming, before finally the young lion had himself pressed flush across his master's back and was lapping across the thick, dark mane of the bigger lion and then sneaking teasing nips at the edges of the other's ears.
The general made no move to throw the other off of him for his impertinence; rather the greater feline enjoyed the mocking touches as no one else would dare to think of trying to each up to do such a thing to the imposing figure that represented the kingdom's might. How odd it was that such a mighty beast was felled so easily by one who was barely a quarter of what he was, but before more thought could go into this the general felt something long and hard brushing up against the cleft of his ass and he realized that there was something left to attend to before the night was done.
There were many ways that what happened next could have been done, but for the general there was only one path in his mind as he put his plan into action. Coiling his muscles and bucking up with as much force as he could, the general sent his slave up into the air before flipping back around to his front.
All Terrain knew was that one moment he had been settled happily as he was and the next he was dropping down onto hard rocks that seemed to jar his very bones. Groaning, the smaller lion wasn't prepared for what happened next as his master lifted himself up and Terrain with him and then reach down to grab his massive shaft and start to stroke himself off. Shaking off the shock, Terrain blinked his eyes and found himself looking down at a hard, barbed feline cock that was gushing up clear pre like water from a spring. His nose caught the scent of his master's rut while his eyes widen from disbelief at the throbbing shaft that seemed to be getting bigger before his eyes. The pink head flexed and all Terrain could do was open his mouth and catch the first blast of cum that shot up into his mouth and down directly into his throat.
Coughing and swallowing reflexively, the slave didn't get a chance to recover before another blast hit him under the chin followed by and another and another and another until his entire front was covered in white seed. Not knowing what he should do to please his master, Terrain looked up into the larger lion's eyes and found his answer when the other feline let out a tremendous roar and threw back his head to send several more globs of sticky seed up to splatter onto Terrain's face and his own mane. The slave didn't have to think anymore as his entire face was covered in the wet scent of his master's musk before he too found his release echoing out behind the general's. Letting out a roar much more quieter than the boisterous one before his own, Terrain had his first orgasm of his life in a stunning display of rising torrents of cum splashing up onto his chest only to have it disappear as it mixed with the bigger lion's leftover climax.
When the two dropped down from the place called euphoria they panted heavily and looked to each other with two different understandings running across their faces. Glowing eyes looked on in the darkness as the master and slave connected on a level that went further than servitude to the greater and dominance of the lesser. The two lions gazed at one another for several seconds, neither wanting to break the spell between them before the general's hand sneaked its way up back behind the slave's head and pressed him firmly into the chest of the other.
Terrain didn't bother to squirm nor flail around as he once again breathed in the scent of his master, though this time it was masked by the heated cum that was caking onto his front. Knowing his place and taking pride for it, Terrain opened his muzzle and began to lick across the greater lion's chest, swallowing trails of seed that his rampant tongue was able to get to and cleaning his master as best he could from his position underneath him.