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The black-backed lioness slotted her key home and unlocked the door. In her immediate past was a birthday party, one full of liquor, skyward gunfire, and a touch of sexuality. In spite of gropes and kisses, Kleo's party had been, for the most part, very chaste; her needs had not been met, not that she expected them to be. A grind here, a smooch there, and that was what good her friends were at a birthday celebration. But Kleo had enjoyed herself, and she had on a rare grin as she stepped into her home.

For the second time that night, lights unexpectedly came on for her. She did not flinch - Kleo's nerves were made of steel by all accounts - but was still surprised. Her daughters stepped into view: Lulu from the kitchen, Slava from the hall. "Surprise," they said in soft chorus and quickly moved close to their mother. Both carried gift boxes, both dressed in matching nightgowns which hung delicately from their shoulders.

"Making up for missing my party?" asked Kleo, placing paws on her lithe hips.

"That rowdy party's more for your friends than your family," said Slava, shrugging mildly. More dragon than lion, Slava had her mother's palette: black hide, a short mane of snow-white hair, and pale green eyes of a piercing nature. Ironically she resembled her mother more than Lulu did; Lulu, who was fully a lion and at least black-backed, but who had a head of long blonde hair and frigid blue eyes.

"Oh, and we're anything but rowdy," Lulu snorted, and shoved Slava by the ball of her shoulder. The half-dragon snickered and pushed back, almost pushing Lulu over.

Kleo took them by their shoulders, knowing too well how quickly they'd fall into a scrap without motherly intervention. Firmly, "Enough, you two."

Slava huffed, said nothing. Lulu offered up her gift box and said sweetly, "Here. Happy birthday, mom."

Kleo pulled off the lid and reached into the tissue paper inside. As her fingers closed around something solid she murmured, "What could this be?" From the delicate paper inside she pulled a small yet intricately detailed charm of Thor's legendary hammer, its material a luminous mixture of precious metals, its chain lustrous silver. Kleo's cold eyes were on the charm, and she said with a rare note of wonder, "Oh, Lulu, you shouldn't have."

"Well I did, so there," said Lulu with a hint of childishness, but there was also a grin on her snout.

Slava muscled Lulu aside and held up her gift. She said as Kleo set aside the necklace and took the second gift, "I think you'll enjoy this even more."

Kleo took the box, which was a bit larger than Lulu's gift, and pulled off the lid. Nestled into pastel-hued tissue paper was a model, clearly one hand-crafted, of a sleek and dark rifle; a weapon Kleo recognized as a Ramjet Rifle from a particular game she enjoyed. She grinned slightly as she took it out and held it in her fingers. "You girls know me too well, don't you?"

Slava grinned toothily. Kleo knew when her daughter was smiling fondly, but to a stranger her expression was a vicious scowl, a showing of her rows of deadly dragon teeth.

Lulu said, "That's not all we have for you." She pressed in close to her mother, head tilting back, lips meeting Kleo's for a firm kiss. Wide went Kleo's eyes before calmly narrowing down, the mother lion surprised by the suddenness but not by the kiss itself. She set down the model hastily then cupped Lulu's back. She slid her paws over muscular lines, softened barely by fur and the nightgown's thin and translucent material.

Growling like a savage predator, Slava pressed into Kleo from behind, breasts pushing against her back through gossamer nightgown fabric. Her teeth grazed Kleo's neck; Kleo moaned, rocking her hips forward into Lulu's. The soft grind of pelvic bones made both mother and daughter shiver. Lulu planted one more kiss on her mother's lips and then she knelt, paws sliding across Kleo's breasts as her knees touched down on the floor.

As Lulu opened the fly of Kleo's jeans, Slava slid her tough hands up under the lion's shirt. She said as she cupped the bare mounds of Kleo's breasts, "Happy birthday, mother."

"You two are rotten," Kleo said, grinning. Turning her head, huffing, she caught Slava's wicked jaws in a kiss. The prod and tickle of Slava's teeth as she explored the half-dragon's maw was a familiar pleasure, one which made her moan softly.

Lulu slid down her mother's jeans, leaving the panties only a moment before she slid those down too, making mother's dark body indecent. Her nose brushed with Kleo's loins, then the long rough strip of her tongue lapped over delicate pussy lips. She began as far back as she could reach and licked up, her tongue tip just feeling between the soft lips. It caught on the hooded button of Kleo's clitoris, giving it a tweak in the process of slipping free.

"Fuck," Kleo breathed, bleating her words largely into Slava's maw. She pushed into Lulu and ground her loins on her daughter's snout; Lulu responded by mouthing her mother's sex, prickling it with teeth as her clawed paws teased just the same across Kleo's taut belly.

Slava chuckled, a low and rather evil sound as her laughter tended to be; Kleo was too familiar with her to be unnerved. Without a word she knelt opposite her sister and she nuzzled the muscular yet round cheeks of her mother's ass. She pried them apart just an inch and gazed at the pink rim down inside, and then she pushed her snout into the crack, and her lips met with Kleo's anus. She gave its musky rim a kiss and then a lick, her long and loping dragon tongue dragging across Kleo's pucker like a wet snake.

Kleo mewled, rocking back into Slava now. She palmed both their heads gently, ostensibly out of fondness yet she held them in close with her grip. "You two," she said, chuckling breathlessly, "you really are good girls."

"I'm better, of course," Lulu scoffed. She grasped her mother in both paws, holding her thighs and using her thumbs to tug open the lips of Kleo's vulva until its humid pink spread stood out against the black fur surrounding it. She nosed it, tasted it, smelled it. A shudder passed through her toned body. Hungrily, with tail whipping, Lulu dragged her tongue over all of the exposed pink, and then she raked its barbed surface into the hot channel of Kleo's vagina.

Again Kleo mewled, then she grumbled in a warm manner. She took this moment to peel off her shirt, leaving her nude save for her pants and panties pooled around her ankles. Into Lulu she pushed, but now Slava took in the slack and they hemmed Kleo in tightly behind their snacking maws.

Through the crack of Kleo's ass Slava dragged her tongue. Only after several laps did she prod its tip into the pucker of Kleo's anus. At first the rim was stubbornly clenched, even streaked with drool like it was. Slava worked the tapered tip of her tongue into it, teasing it, tongue working with the dexterity of a finger. She hugged Kleo's legs, holding the mother lion still now as she pushed in the tip of her tongue, its shape steadily opening the small pucker.

"Ah-, fuck," Kleo gasped, grimacing just briefly. "Haven't had anal sex in a minute. Be gentle back there."

Lulu snickered. She swabbed her tongue deep and hard with none of the care Slava had to show; she was devouring her mother's cunt, letting her teeth prod and prick, using her claws to rake and tickle her breasts and flanks and stomach.

By contrast, Slava pressed her tongue in slowly, often wriggling it back only to then pack it further inside. Her arms held firmly but fondly to Kleo's legs, hands often caressing from thigh to ankle, never encroaching upon Lulu's work. Gradually Kleo's grumbles and hisses turned to a steady drone of moans and croons; and that was when Slava began to slather and prod, fucking her mother anally with the powerful stalk of her tongue.

"Yes-, fuck yes," Kleo hissed, leaning over Lulu somewhat and pushing her rump into Slava's snout. "You know how to make your mother feel loved on her birthday, don't you?" she said, almost breathless, tail swishing.

Both sisters grumbled and mrowled, Lulu more so than Slava who tended towards snarls. Their tongues dug deep at their mother's tender insides, Lulu swabbing the roof of Kleo's vagina, prodding the tender nerve cluster of the g-spot frequently enough that Kleo's legs wobbled in Slava's grasp. The matronly lion held onto their heads now more for support than love or domination, and she tossed back her head, uttering a deep and quaking moan.

Slava, her grin wide and toothy with teeth pressed broadside into Kleo's ass, reached across to Lulu and under the fabric of her nightgown. She groped the wet peach that was Lulu's pussy, and the lioness uttered a snarl into Kleo's loins. Her thighs cinched tight but Slava's burly paw gripped and fingered and teased as her tongue did the same to the musky channel of Kleo's ass.

Lulu whined and huffed heavily into Kleo's cunt. She inhaled her mother's scent and shuddered. She reached across and gave Slava the same rude groping and fingering, though Slava kept her thighs brazenly open.

Kleo, grimacing and huffing, pushed into Slava, then into Lulu. She held their heads tightly and used every bit of her willpower to keep her claws safely sheathed. She said in a trembling voice, "You two-, you rotten girls are gonna make me-!" She grunted, mewled. Heaving her cunt into Lulu's snout and holding her head in both paws, Kleo's sex spurted from a mighty orgasm. Muscles both vaginal and anal tensed down, paralyzing both tongues, and her musky fluids washed across Lulu's snout in a thick gush. The younger lion clenched her eyes shut and took it - and not without some pleasure of her own.

"God," Kleo bleated, letting off of Lulu's head, body trembling. "I need to sit down after that."

Slava and Lulu freed their tongues with some reluctance. Lulu hesitated and nibbled, licked her mother's tender cunt. Slava nuzzled the lion's dark ass cheeks, then licked them like a mother cleaning her cub. When the two sisters had finished, they stood and both tried to take Kleo by an arm to lead her to a seat.

Kleo, recovered enough to be her usual intimidating presence, tugged her arms free then took the girls by their shoulders instead. Smiling slyly, tail swishing, she stepped out of her bottoms and led her girls into the bedroom. "That was a good start," said the mother lion. "But now I'm going to show you how to really please a woman on her birthday."