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The promise several days-worth of sustenance lingered before the young lion in the form of an unsuspecting wildebeest. As he hunkered in the bushes, his sharp mind whirred and calculated.

His broad shoulders rolling, sinewy strands of lean muscle flexed and tensed as he itched to leap, but forced himself to wait until the opportune moment.

Between the leaves of the bush under which he crouched, his amber eyes locked onto the unsuspecting bovid as it grazed, blissfully unaware of its impending doom.

Heaving, panting, the great beast charged from his leafy concealment, lunging towards his soon-to-be meal.

With a squealing snort, the wildebeest bucked and tore off, its hooves digging into the ground, rending the soil and tall grass as it desperately tried to make its escape. Growling, the lion matched pace effortlessly, claws tearing and heart pounding, closing in ever nearer. Though it ran well, the wildebeest's efforts were to no avail. With a savage roar and a mighty pounce, the lion's sharp fangs soon found their way to the poor beast's spine. With a gurgling bellow, the wildebeest collapsed as its legs ceased to function, its bones breaking and crunching with sickening snaps as both predator and prey rolled to a halt.

Clamping down with his mighty jaws, the lion drove his teeth ever further into the yielding flesh of his erstwhile meal, savoring the flow of the steaming blood as it slicked between his teeth and the iron taste stung his tongue. Panting as he rested beside his twitching prize, he began to feast in his carnivorous way, tearing jagged strips of flesh away and tossing his head about as he masticated and swallowed large chunks.

After eating his fill, he shook out his tousled mane and laid back, his stomach full and his body tired after a successful hunt. Laying there in the hot savannah sunlight, he began to groom himself, licking his pads and straightening his reddish-brown mane, removing twigs and burrs as they came, making sure to meticulously cleanse every drop of blood from his forelegs and body .

The breeze struck his face as it changed, and the predator paused in mid-swipe, an enticing scent catching his attention.

Swiveling his head towards the source, he deeply inhaled and tried to ascertain the exact nature of the exotic aroma.

It stirred a feeling in his belly, and further down, an urge, the nature of which he couldn't pinpoint.

His feline curiosity piqued, he stood and began to follow the bewitching trail, the scent overwhelming his olfactory senses. For some reason he felt the urge to run towards the enticing fragrance, the spice clouded his head and made him feel as though he were an adolescent again, tussling with his pridemates.

He broke through the brown curtain of grass and out into a clearing, in which was a lone, barren tree. Underneath that lifeless arboreal cover, a pair of lionesses stretched out luxuriously, their creamy chests rising and falling as they enjoyed the shade. A memory clicked back into place, the young lion recalled a faint image of his father and his father's brothers following his mother about as she emitted the same strange aura. Content to watch for the time being, he settled back at a safe distance, upwind of the lounging duo. After a moment, the older of the two rolled onto her stomach and yawned, standing and trotting over to the other. The butted heads in typical sisterly style, nuzzling and rubbing, but then the lioness mimicked a behavior that he had seen his father perform. Straddling the reclined lioness, the other female ground her hindquarters softly against the other, licking her nape and biting her ears playfully. The lion's eyes were locked onto the pair of females with the same intensity as though he were about to pounce, licking his chops as the strange urge welled up once more. Glancing back at his rump, he noticed that the gender identifying equipment between his legs had begun to react to the strange event. Glistening and pointing as it stood at full attention, his penis became fully unsheathed, his arousal made manifest by his erection.

It almost became painful as the previously mounting lioness moved her head to her younger friend's spread legs and began to bathe her vulva lovingly, her broad tongue stroking the swollen, dripping flesh nestled between the lioness's legs. This caused the recipient of the tonguing to stretch out even more, her hind legs twitching and her forelegs kneading, the pleasure on her face was undeniable.

Unable to contain himself, their unknown audience of one decided to approach the sleek temptresses, stepping out from his concealment and strutting towards them.

Both lionesses ceased their activity as they both heard and smelled him, looking in his direction as he approached. The older lioness began to growl as he neared them, causing him to slow as he heeded her warning.

Slowly, he began to approach again, this time the youngest of the pair bounded over to him, more playful than aggressive.

He chuffed at the pair, dodging the younger of the two as she darted about him and rubbed her lean body beneath his solid form. The other lioness regarded him coldly, laying down on her front paws and watching the goings-on of the two post-adolescents as they play-fought and nipped one another. Ignoring the brush-off of the older lioness, he turned his attention to the friendlier of the duo, butting heads with her and returning her playful swats. After she had had her fill of play, the lioness changed her approach. She seductively swayed as her whole body rubbed against his flanks and under his chin, her tail tickling his nose and his testicles as she circled his whole body.

The lion was in sensory overload, her gentle touches, the spicy aroma of her heat; it encompassed every thought and action. He jerked a bit as a rough tongue ran over his furry orbs and sheath, tugging at the sensitive furred skin in a most pleasurable way as she bathed his scrotum carefully.

Making one final pass, she broke off and dropped to a crouch roughly ten feet from him, her tail flicking upwards and to the side, exposing her moist, inviting essence with every motion, the black lips slipped against each other as her narrow hips swayed. Transfixed by her heat and her gorgeous body, the lion approached the crouched female, hearing her let out a chuff as he sniffed her slit curiously.

Tentatively, the lion began to lap at it, his broad tongue parting her swollen lips as her juices spilled onto his tongue. The tangy taste of her heat filled his mouth, fogging his mind with lust and desire as he drank deeply, licking her essence lovingly and thoroughly. The older lioness watched closely, ready to leap at the slightest threat of harm to her sister. For the moment, though, the younger lioness did not feel as though she was in danger.

Quite the opposite.

Her eyes closed, she basked in the sensual feeling of a real male's tongue washing her most sensitive place. It was similar to bathing herself or when her pride sisters licked her, but somehow vastly different.

Lifting his head from her hindquarters, the lion licked his chops clean of her juices, instinct fueling his every motion as he moved his front paws to either side of her body. Quivering with anticipation, his haunches ground against hers as he searched for her slick opening, his tip prodding and brushing her tail, rump, and vulva as his inexperience thrusting missed their marks wildly. After a few moments, he felt the tip of his penis become very warm and wet, feeling a lubricated parting motion. This moist feeling urged him to slam his hips inwards, forcing the entirety of his lionhood into her awaiting tunnel. Stars exploded before the young lion's eyes as the supple flesh of a lioness caressed his intruding member for the first time, squeezing and pressing on him wonderfully.

The radiating heat from her loins seared him as he began his thrusting anew, feeling her clenching and tensing. For her part, the lioness could hardly believe the symphony of sensations cascading through her body as her lithe form shuffled along the cracked ground, his strong thrusts forcing her forward as his pistoning hips collided wonderfully with hers, resulting in damp slaps as his scrotum swung and bounced against her rump.

The lion bathed the back of the lioness's nape, nipping her ears and grasping her tawny gold skin loosely between his jaws. His breathing became deeper and louder, strained mewling roars accompanying each thrust as the wonderful pressure in his loins built up to the breaking point. He felt his warm fur rubbing against hers, his belly ground into her back and her labia slipped about his length wonderfully as he gyrated frantically.

With one final, heaving thrust, he slammed the length of his reddish rod deep within her and exploded with a curdled roar, his tail and scrotum lifting in concert with each spurting jet of his seed as it poured into her body, his orgasm blinding him.

His partner also had experienced her peak as soon as he hilted himself within her, pulling her jowls back in a blissful grimace as she buried her head into the ground between her splayed front legs. Gasping and blowing out hot, heaving breaths into the nape of his partner's neck, he felt his member softening, and allowed himself to slip out of her.

He jumped back as the lioness snarled a bit, feeling his barbs catch on her well-seeded interior. The lion soon relaxed as he witnessed the lioness roll onto her back, spreading her rear legs and stretching out as she churred contentedly.

Turning his attention away from the thoroughly-well-mated lioness, he almost smugly approached the aloof second party, padding up behind her prostrate form as she glanced over her shoulder, glowering at him.

Ignoring her warning growl, the lion shoved his head beneath her tail and began to bathe her nethers in the same fashion as he had done her sister, broad strokes, and meticulous attention to the top of her slit.

The older lioness wanted nothing more than to whirl about and slap the impertinent rouge, but her body failed to move.

Her vision blurred as her hips began to buckle, swaying and twitching with each pass of his attentive tongue. She began to pant and mewl as she succumbed to her urges; her heat had taken over, seemingly deciding her every action.

She was putty in the lion's paws as he lapped at her folds gently, parting her ever-moistening slit with each pass to expose the glistening interior, the pinkish red juxtaposed by the velvet black of her vulva.

Having thoroughly prepared his second partner, the forceful male took his rightful place atop the lioness's panting form, his mane tickling her back in a most enticing way. The older huntress let out a low, lusty, moaning mewl as he began to prod her rump, swishing her tail away from her treasure as she longed for the release that only penetration could give. She let out a hiss of pleasure as he sank deep within her at long last, her vessel accommodating him quite nicely as her body began to pleasure his length automatically.

Oh, how she had missed this!

The panting groans of a strong, virile male as he worked tirelessly above her, feeling his hot, moist breath washing and rolling over her nape and head as his musk filled her nostrils, the cracked mud scraping against her teats as her body moved along the ground in conjunction with his thrusts, feeling the inside of his muscular hips rub and caress her hind legs as his rapid pounding intensified. The short, gasping signals of her able lover's impending orgasm began to blast the back of her neck, and the beginning sparks of her own fiery lust were beginning to arc from nerve to nerve, setting her whole being alight as they both barreled towards their mutual bliss. With a white hot flash of ecstasy, her orgasm crashed through her just as the lion made his last, lurching thrust, their organs meshing perfectly as the lion's hind leg shot forward to change his angle of thrust, shoving every inch of his medium-sized length inside of her clutching depths. The lover's roars echoed throughout the surrounding area, a chorus of jubilance to signal the closing of the quick, carnal act.

The lioness closed her eyes as a moaning growl escaped her parted lips, feeling his seed splash into her awaiting vault, her tunnel acutely aware of every twitch his member made as his ejaculate sprayed her inner walls, her claws extending as her pads splayed in response to the euphoric rush.

The lion gasped and growled as he emptied himself into the experienced lioness, catching a glimpse of his younger partner watching the act intently. His eyes closed and a gasping mewl escaped his lips, his whiskers twitching in time with his scrotum as the last drops of his offering dribbled into his lover.

Nips and affectionate licks showered the purring huntress's nape as lion and lioness basked in the afterglow of their all-to-quick liaison. Learning from his other lover's reaction, the lion waited till his member was soft before allowing it to slip outside of her body. The lioness grimaced as one small barb pulled at her labia, but it was soon soothed by a dollop of his liquid as it dribbled from between her swollen lips. Collapsing onto his side, the lion felt as though he had just chased down a herd of zebras. His heart pounded within his strong ribcage, his mane ruffled from the lovemaking. Although it had only been five or so minutes, it felt as though he had been by his female companions' side for days. He chuffed as the pair of gorgeous seductresses sidled up to him and laid down on either side, the elder bathing his chest, and the younger deciding to explore his well-used instrument.

The lion let out a sigh of contentment as his member began to emerge once more, urged by the exploratory licks of the youthful leonine lover. In the meanwhile, the elder lioness had laid down, her rump facing the lion's muzzle. As his own object of pleasure was bathed, he placed a paw atop the sinewy haunch of his elder lover and nipped her folds, caressing the dripping vent with his strong tongue. As his licks increased in speed and strength, he could hear the low groans and mewls that his attentions elicited, and he himself was quickly approaching his peak, his groin tingling as the dazzling tongue of his younger partner expertly touched every erogenous point.

As he reached his peak at the same time the elder did, he let out a long moan as his rod twitched, shooting thin streams of seed up into the lioness's muzzle.

The taste of the lioness's juices, still fresh on his tongue from his sensual kiss of her nether lips, lingered in his mouth as both of his lovers curled up next to his panting, strong, well-used body.

As their supple paws kneaded his mane, the lion purred and licked both of his lovers, rising as the younger trotted forward a few yards and presented her dripping folds to him, her amber eyes beckoning him nearer. Heeding her call, he was soon atop her once more, searching for the point of contact that he would learn to know quite well over the course of the next few days.

The reddish sun began to set, silhouetting the couple's form as the lion ravaged the younger lioness once more.

Harder and harder he thrust within her depths, until their inevitable climax arrived. The joyous roars of the trio carried on late into the night, and were not to cease for a long while.