Nala x Human

The savanna had been quiet for quite some time now. Things could be better, sure; in some parts they were, and in others they were more or less tolerable.

It was the only thing I could think about over the last few days. I was trying to get him out of my head.

Scar, Simba’s uncle, hadn’t stopped since he seized the Pridelands. He made sure nothing stayed the way it used to be.

To top it off, the stench of his heat-musk was becoming increasingly pungent. His thick reek penetrated every corner of the territory. Were it not for the hyenas roaming with total freedom, I could swear I could smell the wet trail of his crotch from yards away. He was mounting every lioness in the pride, one by one.

Since heat season had arrived, he took the liberty of “helping” every female. Not a day passed without the wind carrying the pleading, submissive groans of the pride.

I couldn’t help but think my turn would come soon. Even though my own body was screaming to be taken, my spine stiffened at the mere thought of yielding to him.

I’ve been stubborn, clinging to the idea that Simba will return. After all, we’re still childhood friends. There’s no one else I want to give my heat to, no one else I’ll allow to cover me.

That’s why I decided to get away. I was pissed off, overwhelmed by frustration, but I could handle it. My only option was to hide at the crest of the hill. Up here the air arrives crisp and direct, and almost no one climbs up due to the steep terrain. I can lie in the shade of the trees, rest my muzzle on my paws, and convince myself that, at least for a moment, everything will be fine.

Breathing this pure air is a blessing.

I don’t want to accept that something bad happened to Simba. Just thinking about it makes the fur along my spine bristle more than usual. I refuse to believe he won’t come back. I want to find some clue soon, to know he’s close… or to catch even a faint trace of his scent.

Suddenly, a spasm ripples through my belly. My vulva twitches without warning, the outer lips swelling and slicking wet, playing a cruel trick on me.

Remembering him only makes the burn of my heat intensify, searing me from the inside out and pushing me to go look for him myself.

And damn if I haven’t considered it.

But if I leave, I wouldn’t even know where to start tracking him. I need a sign… anything.

Brrrrr…

Suddenly, a strange noise shatters the calm. It’s coming from the right. Swiveling my ears and turning my head toward the sound, I make out a massive object moving at high speed.

A monster? A beast? What the hell is that thing? It belches thick plumes of black smoke from its rear. It isn’t simple savanna dust; I can see the dark clouds clearly. The bizarre creature comes to a halt right at the foot of the hill where I’m crouched.

It seems not to have seen me, but I instantly drop low behind the tree trunks.

From the guts of that thing emerges a hairless creature, standing awkwardly upright on its two hind legs. Between its front claws, it holds a rather peculiar metallic device. It’s long, cylindrical, packed with small parts; I couldn’t tell if it’s some sort of branch or stick. Could it be a mutant baboon?

I should alert Scar… I have no choice. I can’t risk this invader pushing forward and causing havoc. It’s the duty of the King of the Pridelands to confront these vermin, but Scar doesn’t smell anywhere near this area.

I try to suppress the hot, wet throbbing between my hind legs and let out a silent huff.

I shake my head and tense my muscles to sprint off in search of the king, but a deafening crack thunderclaps through the air.

All four of my paws plant hard against the earth, my heart nearly leaping out of my chest. A bird soaring overhead plummets, crashing violently against the ground right in front of the strange creature. It lies there bleeding out.

That biped killed it from a massive distance. But how? What kind of deadly branch is that thing carrying?

If this continues, more prey will fall. It could wipe out our food supply in one swoop or kill a lioness. I don’t want to face it alone, but I doubt I have time to go find Scar.

Besides… what happens if I go call him and he takes advantage of having me within reach to overpower and fuck me? I’ve noticed he’s been relentless and dominant lately. I even think he’d send his hyenas to check out the threat while he forcibly mounts me from behind. I don’t want that, it would be vile… And I’m not sure the hyenas could take that guy and his firestick anyway.

This is seriously dangerous.

I bite my lower lip. Steady. Think. Things are under control for now.

The intruder is right below. I just need to figure out how to neutralize him. He seems to move sluggishly… Well, that’s an advantage. I think he’s someone a pride could easily tear to shreds; he hasn’t worked magic with his rod again yet.

My heart hammers against my ribs.

But none of my pride is nearby… I came all the way up here specifically to isolate myself and avoid being found.

Damn it.

I refuse to be the victim of an attack by that creature.

I swallow dryly, but take a step forward. I’m not going to let anyone I care about wander through here and get ambushed.

I stalk down the slope, deploying every bit of my stealth.

Ears pinned back, belly pressed low to the earth, I advance without snapping a single blade of grass, keeping my eyes locked on the strange creature. He seems to be inspecting his metal rod with an absurd obsession.

I crawl on the pads of my paws until I reach the base of the hill.

I position myself behind his back by rounding a thicket. He hasn’t noticed my presence.

I rest my claws on the strange roaring monster he was riding. The machine’s skin feels cold and lifeless. How the hell did it move?

The biped lets out a faint little sound with his mouth. I react instantly, flattening my body against the metal to hide.

He almost catches me with his eyes.

I hear a sharp crack. He’s tampering with his stick.

I retreat with fluid, feline steps. The guy stands atop his vehicle to scan the perimeter, looking for the source of the noise.

But I’m no longer there. I’ve slipped swiftly behind him and launch into the attack.

I crash down onto his back, knocking him off the vehicle. I pounce on top with my full body weight, sink my fangs into the metal branch, and yank it from his hands, throwing it far away.

I huff and release a guttural growl from the deepest part of my chest.

The man begins to scream in terror and tries to kick to get me off him. I pin a forepaw directly to his chest, digging in with my claws, and bare my fangs at him with a stifled roar.

Good… He turned out to be a ridiculously weak prey. Without his strange device, he is absolutely nothing.

Thump, thump.

N-no…!

Fuck, please. Not now…!

The heat hits me full force. I huff, venting hot air through my nostrils, as the fur all over my body bristles completely.

I open my eyes and tense every muscle.

A strange scent hits my nostrils… This guy is sweating buckets.

I lower my nose and take in his scents, tracking his skin until I almost brush his neck. I subtly lick his bare skin and feel his entire body tremble. Could this guy be…?

I slide my forepaw down from his chest to his crotch. He’s wearing a strange cloth, like a removable hide. I hook the edge with the tips of my partially retracted claws and yank it down, leaving his member completely exposed.

My pupils dilate instantly and my muscles turn rigid.

I huff several times, exhaling blasts of hot air that choke me from the throat down.

I stare fixedly at the stranger’s face, then lower my muzzle back down. In a way it resembles a lion’s member, but it lacks barbs. What kind of creature is this?

I extend my tongue and give it a gentle taste. It feels firm and warm all at once. I lick slowly, ascending from the base to the tip, and hear him let out a muffled gasp.

A spasm ripples through me inside. My vulva twitches immediately and I begin to leak juices onto the dirt floor.

In the distance, a deep roar thunders across the savanna.

Shit… The racket this guy made with his metal branch has drawn Scar’s attention.

I can’t let him find him. This creature isn’t as strong as he looks; Scar would tear him apart in a second.

What the hell am I doing? I can’t believe I’m actually going to do this.

I position myself over him, keeping him pinned under my chest, and give him a low growl. The guy clumsily grabs onto my fur, and I flex my hind legs to take off. I scale the slope nimbly and duck into an abandoned den among the rocks.

I drop the strange creature at the back of the cave. He seems completely disoriented.

“Don’t go thinking I saved your life, asshole…” I hiss, resting my forepaws in front of him. “But I’m not about to let that fool Scar sniff your scent stuck to me if he catches you out there. He’d ask me a thousand questions I have no desire to answer. You… do you understand me?”

He stares fixedly at me, terrified. Does he really not understand my language?

“Hey, I’m talking to you. Hello?”

Instead of answering, he curls in on himself, hugging his knees against the stone wall.

What kind of animal is this?

I turn toward the entrance of the den and spot Scar in the distance, sniffing the vehicle we left behind. I take a few steps back into the shadows and huff under my breath.

So… the creature I just dragged up here is a male.

Easy, easy… I’m not going to hurt you, so long as you don’t try to hurt me.

I’m not sitting with my paws crossed waiting for Scar to track the area and discover us. I have to make sure this guy doesn’t make the slightest sound.

I back my body up until my hindquarters collide with his face, trapping him between my buttocks and the rock wall. At least this way he won’t be able to scream.

His nose bumps into my tail and I instinctively lift my hips, pressing the wet membranes of my vulva firm against his mouth. I hear him gasp and answer with a hot sigh. My whiskers tremble from tip to tip as I feel his tongue scrape the button of my clitoris.

G-God… yes…!

Alright… Maybe I can use you for a moment! Looks like you do know how to please a predator after all.

It never crossed my mind to mate with a rabbit or a deer… but one of these bipeds isn’t bad at all. He’s soft to the touch, and I can’t deny I find him strangely attractive.

I shift my hips slightly and press my buttocks against his face again, slowly rubbing my wet sex.

“Come on… lick a little more. You know how to do it, right? Like a moment ago. I know you can…”

I buried my hindquarters into his face. I felt his lips open against my outer ones; the pressure of my weight forced him to take in more of me. I gasped.

A shudder ran down my hind legs; my thighs turned to jelly for a second, as if the heat accumulated for days had finally found an outlet. I had never felt anything like this. Not when I rubbed against the rocks or the damp floor of the den. This was different. Hot. Alive. Human.

I was trying to compensate for the need to be truly taken by a male. I only hoped my mother would never find out. Sarabi had always talked about dignity, about waiting for the right lion, about not degrading oneself. And here I was, using him like a toy the heat had gifted me. But the intruder knew how to move that mouth. He was good. And I wanted him to keep going.

“Come on… dare to,” I growled through my teeth, without turning my head. “Push that tongue all the way in. Lick my insides, my juices… leave me completely soaked in saliva. And then… you mount me.”

He was smelling the firm, thick rear of a huge cat in heat. Right here. I. Am in charge.

I slammed back against him three more times, firmly, letting his nose sink between my swollen lips. Every time I came down, his tongue tried to keep the rhythm. The scent of my own heat mixed with the salty sweat of his skin made me deliciously dizzy.

When I pulled back, I did so slowly so as not to crush his face. He was just gasping, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes glassy. He was still alright.

I stepped back a couple of paces. I spread my hind legs, opening my stance, and left both of my openings in plain view. The dim light of the den brushed against the wet fur of my crotch: swollen, glistening, open. An invitation that no male in his right mind would refuse.

“If you behave… I’ll let you go after,” I said, my voice raspy. “So long as you promise… to come back. Or maybe I can keep you here… and take care of you. You’d make a nice, sweet… little pet.”

I bit my lip when I saw him move. He buried his face into my crotch again with desperation. I lift a hind leg to give him better access; the shift in weight made me tremble.

I gasped. My breathing had turned heavy, deep; every hot breath leaving my muzzle seemed to push me further toward him.

“You know…?” I whispered. “Many males… like those foolish hyenas… would kill to taste this right now. Fuck… I wish you could talk. I want to hear your moans. To know if you really see me as a female. Are you dangerous? I doubt it… but I want you all the same.”

I felt his hands latch onto my buttocks. He squeezed them hard, his fingers sinking into my fur and firm flesh. Then he pushed his nose deeper, daring to sniff me with an almost animal eagerness.

He inhaled deeply, trembling, and the wet sound of his breath against my vulva sent a shiver down my spine. He was scared, I could tell by the tremble in his shoulders, but he was also enjoying it. Like a hungry cub finally finding milk.

And that humiliated me in a way I didn’t expect: that a stranger, a weak biped, was sniffing me and drinking me in as if I were his only salvation.

He licked deeper. His tongue slid between my swollen lips and reached the exact spot where the heat was unbearable. I meowed loudly. I lowered my head, my eyes half-closed, my muzzle nearly brushing the cave floor. The pleasure hit me so full force that biting the air kept me from roaring.

I began to roll my hips in slow circles around his face. Hungrily. With every swirl, his tongue brushed my clitoris, then sank a little deeper, then rose again.

My juices were already soaking his chin and nose. He opened his mouth wider and swallowed them with a ravenous desperation. He gasped against me, short breaths that made me shudder. He sniffed between my folds again; every time he did, a fresh stream fell directly onto his tongue, and he received it with a muffled moan, terrified and aroused at the same time.

“More…” I commanded, my voice broken. “Suck more. Do it… fuck, you’re driving me crazy. Please… I need it… I’ve needed it for so long…”

My body was no longer entirely obeying me. I moved uncontrollably, rubbing against his face, meowing loudly, shamelessly. Tears stung my eyes from pure pleasure.

I was gasping, my chest rising and falling violently. He kept sucking, licking, sniffing, swallowing, as if his life depended on not leaving a single drop. He was touching me right where I was most sensitive. I wanted him to destroy me with that desperate mouth until I couldn’t even think.

I swiveled my hips. I pushed. I rubbed against him. He didn’t pull away; he clung tighter to my hindquarters and licked like an animal wounded by hunger. The wet, obscene sound of his mouth working drove me wild. The heat was no longer just a burn: it was a rising tide with no intention of stopping.

The knot in my belly tightened all at once. A spasm wracked me from the base of my tail to the nape of my neck. I meowed again, louder, more broken, nearly a scream. My hind legs locked violently, and the orgasm tore through me like lightning.

My juices spurted out all at once, hot, abundant, covering his entire face. The scent of my heat filled the den in an almost obscene way.

At that exact instant, I felt a blast of hot air hit my muzzle, like the breath of a lion when the heat consumes him. My whole body went into a shock of pleasure: my hind legs trembled uncontrollably, and my muscles contracted and released all at once.

I was gasping, tearing up, still meowing. He remained underneath, his face glistening and drenched, breathing heavily, scared… and still with his mouth open, receiving everything I gave him.

My head was spinning a little, but nothing I couldn’t handle. I just needed a moment.

I backed off slightly, still shaking. I took care not to kick up dirt with my pads. The muscles in my hind legs kept twitching with small spasms, my belly contracted in fits and starts, and saliva pooled in my mouth heavier than ever. Every time I swallowed, I tasted my own juices mixed with his sweat.

The guy looked tired… but his face was flushed red. He looked sweet, vulnerable. His skin glistened, and his eyes still didn’t know whether to close from relief or open wide in fear.

I crept closer, dragging my belly low to the ground, taking my time. I buried my muzzle and licked his entire face, slowly and deliberately. My broad tongue swept across his forehead, his cheeks, the corners of his lips, lapping up the glistening trail I had left on him myself.

He grew nervous: his body tensed, his hands curled into fists against the ground. I purred against his cheek, a deep, vibrating rumble transmitted directly into his skin.

“Quiet now… I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”

My voice came out rasper than usual. He didn’t seem entirely convinced, but after a few seconds he raised a trembling hand and stroked my muzzle. His fingers sank into the short fur of my snout, hesitant.

I parted my jaws and thrust my tongue in with more resolve. His spit gathered over mine, hot and salty, and I answered by giving him mine in return: thick, abundant, letting it spill deep inside his mouth. My gums were a bit numb from the orgasm.

I kissed him in my own way, deep, invasive, curling my tongue around his and gently nudging it back, sucking on it whenever I managed to trap it between my lips. I licked it carefully, savoring it like a piece of tender meat. He gasped inside my mouth, a small, frightened sound that triggered another shudder through my belly.

I worried he wasn’t fully enjoying it, that maybe my way of kissing was too animalistic. So I tried harder. I gave him more saliva. I consumed his.

I lowered a forepaw and stroked his bare chest, feeling the heat of his skin and the racing heartbeat under the pads of my paws. Then, with bolder intent, I let that same paw slip down to his crotch. I found his member still semi-erect, warm, and cupped it gently. I began to stroke him with slow, firm movements while continuing to devour his mouth.

I moved a bit closer. I could feel his ragged breathing when I pulled back for a second to look at him. Hot air brushed against my whiskers.

Easy now, calm down. This is something… I’d like to do eventually with a certain lion I care for…

The thought of Simba pierced my head like a sting, sweet and painful all at once. I pushed the thought aside. Not now. Right now there was only this trembling biped beneath me and the residual heat still coursing through me.

I pressed closer. I extended my tongue and pressed my fleshy lips against his, this time with greater hunger, my tail swaying side to side, slow and heavy. I gasped, letting saliva escape my jaws in glistening threads over his chin to mingle with his own.

I kissed him desperately, pushing my tongue as deep as I could, sucking on his and inviting him to return the favor. I wanted him to devour my mouth the same way. Not to be afraid. To dare.

While I did that, I kept moving my paw over his dick. Faster. Tighter. I groaned low, raspy sounds against his lips, because the simple fact of having reached an orgasm had me hot all over again, restless, eager to make him come too.

I wanted to watch him shake. I wanted him to release everything over my paw. His hips began to thrust against my pad, small, involuntary twitches that made me purr.

“That’s it…” I whispered against his mouth, barely pulling away. “Enjoy it. I want you to enjoy it…”

I didn’t fully trust what I was doing; my lack of experience with anyone outside my species made me hesitate, but the desire was stronger.

I kept stroking him, kissing him with greater eagerness, feeding him saliva and stealing his, until his body suddenly locked tight beneath my paw. He gasped loudly into my mouth and came. Hot semen shot out in thick spurts, staining my pads. I kept moving my paw slowly, wringing out every last drop.

I kissed him with even greater hunger as I raised my dirty paw to my muzzle. I extended my tongue and licked the semen off myself slowly, savoring it, letting it stick to my whiskers and lips. I licked my chops deliberately, staring into his eyes so he could see there was nothing to fear. That he could trust me.

I returned to his mouth. I kissed him again, deeper, sharing the taste of his own seed between our tongues until both of us were gasping, forcing me to pull back slightly, my breathing wild, the mixture gleaming on my snout.

I tilted my head toward his timid mouth to consume the spit still glistening on his lips. I gathered it with my tongue, slow, letting it blend with mine before swallowing. He trembled slightly beneath my muzzle, but he didn’t pull away. He kept those skittish eyes of a prey item that still thinks I’m going to eat him.

I lowered myself carefully. I used my snout to gently nudge him until he sat up against the stone wall. He was just breathing fast, hands resting at his sides, not knowing what to do with them.

I settled between his legs. His member stood semi-soft, glistening and smeared with the seed he had released onto my paw. Thick threads dribbled down the head and the shaft. The scent hit me full force, making me salivate even more.

I dipped my muzzle to lick: slow, methodical, cleaning away every trace leaking from him. My broad tongue passed over the sensitive skin, lapping up the salty, bitter taste before swallowing. He let out a muffled groan, his hands gripping the ground tightly. I wanted to clean him off… and bring him right back to hard at the same time.

I breathed hot air along his length, blowing warmth so he would recover, and noticed how it began to throb again beneath my tongue.

I lowered my gaze and saw his testicles, tight, contracted from fear and residual pleasure. I licked them carefully at first and then took them softly into my mouth, sucking lightly without squeezing. He gasped louder and I purred with satisfaction.

I moved back up. I played with his dick for a moment using my nose: I nudged it from side to side, sniffed it closely, letting the head brush against my muzzle while I studied it. It was so different from what I knew… softer, barbless, warm, and already firm again. I enjoyed every second of the exploration.

I opened my jaws and took him in completely. I let saliva pool before sliding down.

I raised and lowered my head slowly at first, letting my broad tongue curl around him. His dick gave clear throbs against my tongue, firm and hot beats that made me purr. I gave soft licks to the glans, savoring the salty undertone starting to seep out.

I intentionally left strings of hot spit on his shaft and then flicked it with my tongue, watching it bounce slightly, glistening and heavy.

I withdrew his dick from my mouth for a moment and pressed it against my face. I sniffed it hard, inhaling deep the scent of male and sex. The aroma went straight to my head and made me salivate even more.

I moved down toward his testicles. I licked them slowly, with curiosity, running my tongue over the tight skin. I sucked them lightly, feeling them contract beneath my mouth.

I wanted more. I tried to open my jaws wider to fit everything in: dick and balls together. He tensed up immediately, his hands gripping my skull hard with a sound of concern escaping his throat.

I came back up right away. I pushed myself up a bit and kissed him on the lips, deep, dirty, sharing the taste of his own body.

“Quiet now… I’ll be careful,” I promised against his mouth. “Just this. Just your dick.”

I went back down. I restricted myself to his member; I took him whole again and started sucking in earnest. My tail thwacked the ground dryly, rhythmically, betraying just how aroused I was.

He moaned louder, mouth open, eyes half-closed. I smiled around his dick. He looked utterly sweet like that… so scared and yet completely surrendered. I was making that adorable thing moan. And I sucked harder.

When he came, I felt the hot pulse against my tongue a second before the taste flooded my mouth. I swallowed slowly, enjoying how it slid down my throat. I didn’t stop: I kept sucking and cleaning away every drop while he trembled.

Then I played. I opened my jaws and let the seed fall onto his own dick. Thick strings slid down the shaft, mixing with my saliva until he was slick.

I took it all back in with a single motion. I squeezed with my tongue, using that mixture as a perfect lubricant and sucking with a vengeance until the tip brushed my throat again.

He came a second time, harder, right into my throat. I swallowed everything in several audible gulp (gulp… gulp… gulp) while continuing to squeeze.

At the same time, I rubbed myself against the cave floor. My hind legs moved uncontrollably, my swollen vulva leaving a wet trail on the dirt. Every time I swallowed, a fresh spasm wracked me. The scent of sex filled the air: his, mine, the mixture of saliva and semen.

I kept licking him until the very last tremor, until his body went completely limp beneath my muzzle. Only then did I pull back slightly, gasping, my mouth glistening and my tail still whipping hard. I looked down at him from above, satisfied and hungry.

The best part was still to come.

Saliva trickled from the corners of my lips, thick and glistening. I stood up slowly, my body sensitive and my hind legs a bit unsteady. The cave floor was damp beneath me from my own juices.

I got on all fours. I turned my head back toward him, tail raised high, presenting my rear with deliberate clarity.

I swept my tail to the side and displayed my vulva: swollen, open, glistening with fluids. I noticed the color rush to his face as his eyes widened further. I raised my rear even higher, arching my back, and let out a low growl, a guttural sound that vibrated in my chest.

“Look…” I commanded. “Right here.”

He began to stroke me. His trembling hands moved up my flanks, fingers sinking into my fur. Then I felt his mouth. Not on my vulva: on my anus. His hot tongue passed over the tight ring and made me shudder from head to toe.

I growled loudly at him, startled, but he grabbed my rear firmly. His fingers dug into the firm flesh of my buttocks while he licked with greater resolve. I gasped. My vulva secreted more juices instantly, a hot stream sliding down and brushing his chin.

I trembled all over. I pushed my rear against his face, shoving, seeking more of that bold tongue. He didn’t pull away: he kept licking, sniffing, gasping against me. But he didn’t seem to fully understand what I needed. I wanted his dick. I needed it inside.

I turned around carefully and nudged him gently down to the floor. He fell onto his back, hands clutching my fur a second before letting go.

I hovered over him, forepaws planted on either side of his chest and hind legs spread wide. His member remained erect, glistening with saliva and residual seed. I took it with one paw and guided it to my entrance. The tip brushed the swollen lips of my vulva, exposed and open for him.

I sat down slowly. Centimeter by centimeter, letting his dick inside. The stretch tore a long, shuddering groan from me. I gasped, spilling hot spit over his bare chest.

I kept lowering myself until I was completely impaled, until I felt his base against my lips. I stayed like that for a moment, trembling, adapting to the strange thickness, the lack of barbs, the human heat inside me.

With my claws partially retracted, I grabbed the cloth still covering his torso and shredded it with a single yank. The sound of tearing fabric filled the den, dry and satisfying.

I left him completely naked beneath me. Human skin felt hot against my belly, so different from any lion’s.

I lowered my face to his and kissed him, deep, dirty, pushing my tongue into his mouth while I began to move my rear up and down. Slowly at first, feeling every centimeter of his dick scrape inside me. Then harder.

Every thrust hit right where I needed it most, brushing that spot that made me see stars. I groaned into his mouth. Saliva escaped me in hot threads, dripping onto his lips, his cheek, his neck, glistening across his skin.

I moved. I rose until he was nearly all the way out, feeling the head of his member pull at my swollen lips, and then I dropped back down, taking everything in a single stroke.

The wet sound of my sex swallowing him over and over filled the air along with my meows and his moans. I was so wet that every thrust made an obscene sloshing sound that turned me on even more.

I began to move frantically. Faster. Deeper. Making him groan loudly beneath me, a broken sound that got me even hornier.

I wasn’t thinking anymore. The heat had taken complete control of my consciousness. My body moved on its own, using him like a sex toy: riding up and down hard, my hips slamming against his, my forepaws planted on either side of his chest to hold me steady.

The dick entered and exited me with obscene, slippery ease, stretching me exactly the way I needed. Every time I sank down to the base, the tip pushed against the back of my canal, tearing a long, trembling meow from me.

His human hands rose and slammed down hard on my buttocks, the dry crack echoing in the cave. He didn’t stop me; on the contrary, he let me do whatever I wanted with him.

I moved far more fiercely. I roared, a low, dominant sound rising from the deepest part of my chest, as I kept impaling myself on him. I could feel him throbbing inside, contracting against my walls every time he moaned.

My tail whipped the air violently from side to side, betraying just how out of control I was. I commanded without words, like an anxious dominatrix far too hot to even admit it.

“More…” I growled against his mouth, never stopping my motion. “Take it. Let me use you.”

I slammed down hard, pushing his dick all the way in time after time. My juices ran down his thighs and over the base of his shaft.

Every spank he gave me made me squeeze tighter around him, and every time I squeezed, he moaned louder, mouth open, eyes half-lids. I was using him without mercy. The heat was in command, and I wanted this human dick to fuck me until I couldn’t take any more.

I roared again when I felt him start thrusting upward, matching my movements. The dick moved inside me with a brutal rhythm: entering, brushing, pushing, pulling out, and driving back in.

Each thrust tore a louder, more broken sound from me. Saliva fell onto his chest in glistening threads. The scent of sex filled the den to the point of nearly suffocating me.

My hind legs trembled. My belly contracted with every blow. And he just let me: he grabbed my hips, spanked me, and moaned beneath me while I used him exactly as my body demanded.

My tail whipped the air as my moans turned into near screams, until the world shrank down to that single wet, hot point of contact between us.

I kept moving out of control… but every time I felt the guy caress me right where I wanted, a blush crept up under my fur.

His human hands ran over my flanks, slid up to my chest, and dipped back down to where we were joined. Every touch made me second-guess my own thoughts. What was I doing? Why was my chest trembling like this?

I kissed him so I wouldn’t think. This time he dared: his hands rose to my cheeks, holding my snout with unexpected tenderness, and he kissed me back. Deep. Reciprocating.

I groaned into his mouth. I moved my rear with more care at first, searching for the exact rhythm… until we found our balance.

Then he began to thrust up into me from below. He parted my buttocks with his hands and gave me rough, firm movements, pushing his dick deeper every time. He tore broken groans from me as I joined my tongue with his.

I purred. My body moved on its own, like a cat in full heat: undulating hips, trembling legs, juices dripping down his length.

With my tail, I pulled him closer, wrapping it around his waist, and devoured him with my tongue far more fiercely. I fed him my saliva in gushes, and this time I saw him take it, swallowing it without fear. I kissed him affectionately, and he returned it.

My heart thundered in my chest. Far too hard.

I moved much faster up and down. I rose until he was nearly out and dropped down with my full weight, taking every centimeter. He kept thrusting up from below, matching my rides, pulling my buttocks apart to enter even deeper. The wet sound was obscene. My meows filled the den as my tail whipped the air and his back.

The orgasm hit like lightning. My belly contracted violently. I clamped tight around his dick and meowed loudly, head thrown back, as he spilled inside me. A lot. Hot. In gushes. I felt the semen push against the back of my canal and overflow around his shaft.

I kept giving him hard bounces, meowing out of control, wishing he would fill me completely, that he would give me cubs no matter what… that he would stay with me… that he wouldn’t abandon me.

“Stay…” I groaned between meows, my voice broken. “Don’t go… fill me… please…”

I kept moving as the spasms wracked me and he finished releasing inside me. The heat, the pleasure, and the confused tenderness blurred into a single moment where only he and I existed, joined, trembling in the back of that den.

The final tremors shook us both. Only then did I pull away slowly, letting his dick slip out of me with a wet sound as a stream of semen trickled down my thighs. I carefully pulled him toward my chest and held him, tucking him against my body while purring low for him, a deep, continuous rumble.

Good… he’ll stay with me. I think I can hide him for now. At least… until I find Simba. He can stay as my personal toy.

I thought about Simba for a moment. The memory hurt with a sweet, bitter sting. I can take care of this male while I look for Simba. He raised a hand and stroked my head, his fingers tangling in the fur of my skull with unexpected gentleness. I teared up a little. Deep down I really miss him; I can’t deny it.

I stroked the guy’s head in return. He had faint marks from my claws on his shoulders and chest, small red scratches. I dipped my muzzle and licked them carefully. He gasped, but in the end he let me, lying still beneath my tongue as I cleaned every wound.

I lay on my back, my body still sensitive, legs spread wide. He shifted and got on top of me, level with my breasts. They were still shallow, I wasn’t pregnant, but he lowered his head and began to suck them. I blushed heavily beneath my fur and let out a soft, surprised chuckle.

“I’m not your mother… nor can I give milk,” I murmured, but he kept going. The human tongue and lips on my nipples made me laugh from the tickling. I stroked his back with a paw. He’s a good boy…

And then he fucked me by surprise. His dick, still semi-erect and slick with our fluids, found my entrance again and began to thrust into me. Slowly at first, then harder. I groaned, a crooked smile on my muzzle, feeling him give it to me hard while continuing to suck my breasts.

“So sweet…” I whispered, my voice raspy. “Please… keep going… this… feels so good.”

I wrapped my forepaws around him, pulling him closer against me, forcing him to suck harder while he thrust into me. The rhythm was different now: more intimate, closer. Each thrust filled me up again, pushing the previous semen deeper. My tail wrapped around his waist.

Simba… it might still take him a while to come back. I think I have to take care of my sweet little pet first.

He came inside me again. I felt the hot pulse, the fresh stream mixing with what he had already left behind. I meowed loudly, a long, shuddering sound:

“M-Mroaaaw~”

I stayed like that, cradling him against my chest as the last tremors faded, purring low and steadying my breath little by little.

Outside, the savanna remained unchanged. Scar was still out there… I have to be very careful… And Simba was still missing.

But here, in the darkness of the den, I had something of my own. Something I could hide. Something that, for now, was enough. This male… isn’t bad either…~