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Zuri's Pride Story by Raziel Characters © The Shadow of Light

It was hot in the small settlement of Iconi, but despite that the town and surrounding hills were abuzz with activity. Flowers were being picked, instruments were being tuned and traditional dress was being made, repaired or refit. It was clear, however, that good times were being had by all.

Zuri sighed, leaning heavily on the stone balustrade of the palace and her eyes fixed on the village down the road. The lioness' ears twitched as the wind caressed them, making the red flower wore behind her ear shift and move with the motion. The same frustration the lioness had felt every yearly visit welled up inside her and it made the fur on her neck stand on end. The first time she returned here, after years of absence, nothing seemed to have changed apart from herself. The palace was still the same as she remembered and the village even more so. She felt stupid for holding on to the hope that things had changed every single time she came back here, however small that sparkle was and no matter how often it was dashed. She should've known better with her father still on the throne. She never understood. She stood up, straightening her fine dress; it used to belong to her sister. Zuri wondered if she even realised that it was missing, what with the dozens of dresses she owned. In all likelihood, even if she did know, she wouldn't care. It was a dress from last year and she probably wouldn't want to be caught dead in it. She knew the newest fashions were only a snap of her fingers away. As Zuri walked along the balustrade, her thoughts flowed back to her father again. She'd have understood it if his disregard of the villagers was just because he didn't care. Instead he seemed to actively detest anyone who wasn't either royalty or rich, worse if they were canine (who were the dredges of the earth as far as he cared, no matter what). There never seemed to be any reason for it and her father had staunchly refused to explain his views. He didn't need to; he was supreme ruler.

Her paws were noiseless on the stones as she began to wander the halls, meeting the silent household staff on the way. Most nodded at her with practiced smiles as was expected of them; she truly relished the few genuine smiles she received from the 'old guard'; the staff she knew from her own youth and who knew her beyond her being a princess. The bright light of midday blinded her for a moment when she stepped back outside, into the palace garden. Even this was the same as Zuri had remembered; it seemed that even the plants and flowers hadn't changed. The recollection of childish laughter made her smile, however; memories of both herself playing in the garden while young, and then later her own whelps doing the same. Zuri found it hard to imagine what kind of experience this must be for them. She'd left the castle not long after becoming of age, tired of the overwhelming idleness that royalty offered. Instead she had decided to go her own way after meeting her husband during one of her 'constitutionals' outside of the castle grounds. A smile emerged again as the wayward princess reminisced; with his black fur, broad body and scars, he looked every bit the 'bad boy' that he was. The type every mother warns her daughter about, rich or poor, royalty or peasant. While they weren't wrong per se, he had been a truly loving boyfriend from the start. Despite his violent reputation, he had never raised his claws to her. He'd also proven himself to be a hard worker; making ends meet even if he had to do odd-jobs on the side. Zuri helped as much as she could, not wanting to sink into idleness again under different circumstances, and together they managed. The birth of her children changed that to some degree as someone had to watch them after all. Still, Zuri found ways to get out of the house with them. The children changed something else as well; despite all of it, it felt unfair to deny the children knowledge of their grandparents. In much the same way, denying her parents a chance to be grandparents seemed equally unfair, especially considering that they had allowed her to leave and live her own life away from it all in the first place. Ever since deciding that, she'd taken her family to visit them. For a long time, she had hid the truth of their heritage for the children. They were too young to understand then, and too young to realise that their grandparents were more than simply very rich. Zuri had managed to keep it secret until the oldest daughter was in her mid-teens. She'd know that hoping the hurdle would never come was folly, but that hardly made it easier. The next visit, she discussed the issue with her parents and they had reached a compromise; come their 18th birthday, they would be allowed to choose for themselves whether to move into the palace and embrace their royal heritage, or to continue to live among the common people. This visit would be the one where her eldest, Citra, would make her choice.

Then she heard him laugh; the heavy, deep laughter with a hint of a purr that was so recognisably her father's. If there was one thing good about him, it was that he absolutely adored his grandchildren above all. And still he managed to sometimes twist that into an insult to Zuri, or rather her husband; constant jabs over how you couldn't tell they were lowborn and blooming with pride about his own strong genes being clearly more dominant than whatever water her husband offered. Sometimes the lioness wondered if her mother had married her father for any other reason than his good looks. Even now he seemed to be one of the lucky ones whose age particularly gracefully, the traits of old age only serving to make him look distinguished. His mane was still thick and full, with only a few streaks of silver in the deep red. Small wrinkles framed his eyes, giving him a stern, contemplative expression. He still looked handsome, but now in a more 'noble' manner than a boyish way. His body was also still closer in physique of a male in the prime of his life than one well into the autumn of it. It all painted a complete picture that exuded a charm that never failed to turn a female's head.

Zuri sighed and looked up, her eye catching the window of her old bedroom. It reminded her of her old private teacher, and she found herself wondering what had happened to him after her father had fired him. The incident had been one of the first large conflicts with her father, planting the seeds of her decision to leave. She still felt it was her parents' fault it had all happened in the first place; their apparent bid to pretend sex didn't exist failing as Zuri's body matured left her teacher as the only one willing to tell her about it. One thing led to another, and when her parents found out, he'd been dismissed and forced to leave the area before she even realised it had happened. She remembered the fight clearly, down to the words. She remembered her own angry retort to her father, accusing him of wanting to save her for himself. She also recalled his complete lack of an answer. He didn't even seem shocked at the accusation and just waved it away. His constant jabs at her husband also seemed like jealousy sometimes. Zuri was tired of it, but tonight she'd finally put a stop to it.

Dinner was what she was expecting and Zuri felt how her claws dug into the armrests of the chair. Drink flowed freely and her father enjoyed it to its fullest. By the third course, the alcohol had already turned his sly digs at her choices (and husband) into overt and directs insults. Her mother occasionally suggested that he tone it down slightly, and fortunately he listened - Zuri's own husband was nearly trembling in his seat to keep his temper. She was glad her mother was there in the first place; years ago she would've kept herself confined to the kitchen to prepare everything. But the talks she had with Zuri when her rebellious streak first emerged apparently affected both of them; making Zuri's rebellion more even-tempered and her mother somewhat more individualistic and less submissive. That it helped to keep her father in check in moments such as there was bonus. The food was exquisite, of course. Her husband often joked that it was the only reason he tolerated her father, but Zuri could tell he was only partly joking. The way he dug his canines into a juicy drumstick or piece of game savagely when her dad took another jab was telling. She could hear him mumble profanities and challenges into the meat instead of voicing them and causing a confrontation.

Eventually, night fell and everyone returned to their quarters save the night-staff. The hallways of the castle's upper living areas were still mostly deserted as the staffs responsibilities kept them mostly confined to the lower areas unless specifically called. Zuri's dress whispered as it dragged across the steps. She'd always wondered how her father was able to make the climb even when inebriated. It appeared as if drink only loosened his tongue and inhibitions, but barely influenced his coordination and physical aspect. Light from the full moon illuminated the last few steps before emerging at the top of the highest tower of the castle. Just as expected, he was standing there, overlooking the kingdom from the small tower-top garden, dressed only in a robe made of the finest silk. Zuri wondered what his expression was like at that moment; dull, contemplative, relishing in the knowledge that all he saw was his. Did his face turn into a sneer of contempt when his eyes rested on the lights of Iconi? His ears twitched as Zuri emerged; apparently there was nothing wrong with his hearing, either. He sniffed the air, only slightly turning around. "Zuri. What are you doing here? Contemplating regicide?" He slurred his words noticeably - he'd probably smell like wine. "No." His ears fluttered again when he heard the sound of fabric sliding to the floor. He turned around and dropped the glass he held loosely in his hands; it shattered and spilled a splash of red across the stones. "Is this what you wanted? Why you always seem to want to emasculate my husband?" Zuri approached him with her arms open; the moonlight caressed her naked form. Her wide hips swayed as she walked, her tail moving back and forth like a pendulum behind her. Her heavy breasts jiggled slightly with each step. Her light-furred belly was plump yet well-shaped and indescribably soft. Her golden armband and choker gleamed in the moonlight. "Is it? Was it all just jealousy?" Her father seemed at a loss for words for the first time that she remembered; his mouth open and slack. He only moved to keep his eyes on her as she circled. He didn't even resist when she pushed him and the slackness had apparently also spread to his legs. He landed in his chair with a dull thump. Zuri needed no more proof than what his robe showed when it fell open.

The shock made him come to his senses slightly. "Have you gone mad? What are you doing!?" Zuri did not respond to him, turned around and leaned over him, her dark-tipped tail teasing him along the muzzle and swaying her hips slightly to emphasize her firm buttocks. Zuri wondered if the small, silvery streak at his mouth was simply because he was salivating at her or if it had more to do with the drink. He gasped audibly when she reached down, grasping his erect member firmly and beginning to stroke it. She teased the very tip with her soft, slick folds and felt him tense up at the sensation. She growled as she slid along the top of his shaft, tickling her pearl at the same time. Zuri's hand started to feel the increasing slickness as she kept stroking and a fierce throbbing became noticeable. He squirmed underneath her, straining. "I knew spending time with that rabble would leave marks, get off!" She felt him push against her, and could just as easily feel that it was token resistance if he realised it or not. Even drunk to the point of being insensate he'd be easily powerful enough to shove her off if he wanted. Zuri smiled with bared teeth at finally being proven right. She lowered herself without warning, breaking through his attempt to force her off and taking him in entirely. Zuri bit her lip with mixed pleasure and pain when she felt the barbs scratch at her inner walls. The thought emerged that this might've been another one of the positive aspects her mother had seen in him; he was well-endowed in both girth and length. Zuri moved her hips in a circular motion, letting him slide in and out slightly to add to the stimulation as she felt him stretch her inside in different ways. Then she felt unsteady hands grasp her hips. His legs moved to place his feet firmly on the ground and Zuri roared when she felt his first bestial thrust; the barbs inside her scratching obscenely. Her claws scratched marks into the chair's armrest while her father left his mark on her hips even through her coat of fur. The chair creaked and shifted in protest from the rigorous use. The slight sway it caused only heightened the sensation for both; roaring at the moon and stars above in pleasure. The red upholstery began to darken as their spilled liquids sank into the fabric.

Zuri felt her father's entire body stiffen suddenly as he reached his climax, grunting with effort to keep it in and savour the intensity before letting it all out. The lioness pushed down on top of him, trapping him inside. For a moment she could sense his despair at the prospect. His shifting and pushing only stimulated him more and quickly made his resistance futile. She roared at the stars as she felt him climax inside her; hot surges flooding her passage. The sheer force of his orgasm sent Zuri over the edge as well, mixing her own liquids with his and making it easier for his seed to reach her fertile womb. She felt how the heat sank into her body, adding to her own. As still more of his semen oozed out of him, a wicked grin curled itself around Zuri's muzzle, wondering what his thoughts were. Shock? Fear at the chance of having bred with her? Or deep down, satisfaction at finally having a chance for a perfect heir to come out of the union? The lioness wouldn't budge, keeping the King's reward trapped inside her. No matter what happened, this visit would indeed turn out to different than the others, more than anyone was expecting.