Don't mess with the lion
Yay! Managed to get another story done! This is for FastSpeedy cause he managed to catch my 5K kiriban on FA. This is his story request and this is what I've brewed up for him. Hope that he likes it!
Don't mess with the lion
A lion stood behind the bar, whistled absentmindedly as he cleaned some glasses that were just soaked and washed out of the dishwasher. Unfortunately for him, the establishment didn't invest in a simple dish dryer and he had to clean them one at a time. It's not like he's gonna complain about it, since, well, he hadn't had anything much to do during these past few days. It was a long week; customers swaying in and out with a few couples in hand, kissing right in public while others were fondling and groping their way across the dance floor.
The lion worked like clockwork; taking up a glass, a towel in the process, started wiping off any extra grime and drying it off while his eyes fixated on to the lower ground. And now, the lion puffed his chest out and sighed, placing a clean glass on to the shelf. It was definitely a slow night. Working as bartender isn't one of the best job around the whole wide world but it pays good money, despite the ungodly hours. Though, he can't complain. He's been working here for about a few years now and he learnt a few trick or two about the nature of his job. It wasn't fancy or anything but it was a job none the less
He cracked his head to the side and rolled his right arm, stretching along his massive frame. Despite working as a beer server to customers, the feline somehow, managed to keep a better physique than some that he knew around here. He was tall, not one of the tallest around but intimidating if you'd want to put it. Instead of the typical bartender outfit that you'd see out there in any other bar, he wasn't very keen on wearing any of it. Sure, it was the nature of his job but crap... its way too restrictive.
Looking at himself in the mirror, his reflection showed and he smirked at his own handiwork. Years of pumping iron had paid off in his term and that was the main reason why he disliked wearing any of those 'suits'. An arm was lifted and he flexed for himself, murring at the sight before him. Sleeveless shirts were his favourite kind of garment and wherever he went, he was sure to don one, which includes being a bartender too.
It never gets old... He mused to himself. Sure, he was enjoying a little narcissism but there wasn't anyone out there to admire his beautiful body. Once more, he sighed and sat on to the nearest stool, scrutinizing the floor with admiration at the young boys and girls that paraded around the club.
The sound of music blared like the earth was about to split open and hell was on the verge of emerging to the top to claim all these sinful souls. He wasn't much of a believer in religion, nor did he care about it but honestly, there are some furs out there as young as twelve that managed to get through the bouncers. There's no telling how much these young innocent kids bribed over to them but fuck... they should be in school. Not that he minded much but if he started lecturing about it, he might as well be called a hypocrite since he never really did well in high school or college and only managed to scrape through degree. Landing on the position that he was now, he's a little grateful that the manager took him in to man over thousand bottles of fine wine and junk behind this very table.
Regardless, he sighed to himself. These guys just don't know what they are in for...
His sight was locked to the entrance of the club, poorly lighted by some flashes but distinctively able to see a few furs coming in to the area. A tall slinky rabbit strut along the pathway, accompanied by a few large tigers, growling at any one in sight. Few meters behind stood a confused wolf, slightly biting his teeth, chewing for no reason at all. Definitely a first timer. He would gladly go over there and show him around the place but he had passed all the 'good lion' greetings since a few months ago.
Bah... he'll be fine. He'll probably get laid in a few minutes.
True to his words, the said wolf was dragged by a modest looking otter, smirking like he had just won a prize in a carnival. Just around the corner though, the lion watched closely as a large wolf walked right up to the bar. There has been quite a few large wolves hanging around this place but having one, alone on his seat, without any company? That's a wee bit different. Through his experience, wolves that sat alone in the bar usually means that they have some sort of problem looming around their heads and probably thought that drinking till you get drunk is the latest 'fad' of removing all these unhappiness. Apparently, he was right.
"Hey you, guy... yeah you... get me a bottle of your finest wine available,"
He did NOT just called me that...
"Hey you! Can't you hear me!" The wolf repeated.
"I'm not a 'hey you' and definitely not a guy that obeys to your every whim... I have a name," he replied blatantly, "And our 'finest wine' isn't the ones that you want. Trust me, you're better off with a plain beer or something similar."
The wolf balled his fist and slammed on to the counter, clearly angry at his comment, "Fuck you man! Give me whatever you've got over by those puny shelves! I want to get drunk and wasted!"
That's quite a straightforward claim...
There wasn't much to say about the wolf despite being just as bulky as he was but... that was only his assumption since the wolf had a big frame around his suit. He was wearing a run-of-the-mill kind of office worker outfit and it seems that his 'typical 9 to 5' wasn't quite what he expected. His shoulders broad and fairly large, nowhere as large as the lion himself but he's quite the challenger. In fact, if the wolf worked a little bit harder than what he was doing in, eventually, he could have easily superseded the feline.
The lion smirked to himself. Grabbing over a freezing glass from the freezer, a bottle of beer was poured out, handing it over to the wolf, "Here's an opener. Call it... an appetizer for your 'drunk' achievement for the night," he turned and got out a large bottle of Chivas, "By the way, the name's Sam, not 'hey you', got it?"
The wolf gulped the beer down in a few seconds and exhales, "And the name's Peter. Now shut your trap and gimme what I want."
"Kinda rude, aren't ya'?" Sam poured a glass of Chivas out while mixing with something sweeter to smoothen the taste, handing it over to the wolf that revealed himself as Peter.
This time, however, the wolf sniffed at the drink but instead of gulping it down like a starved drunken man that he was, the canine took a sip and murred to himself. His tongue licked against his lips before smiling back to the feline, "Tasty Chivas you've got there. Are they for sale?"
"Not for sale, buddy, not for sale."
Peter growled, "Money is no option. I'm rich and you're gonna sell that damn thing to me and - "
"And will you shut your trap and listen to what you're saying?" Sam grunted and hissed a little, "You're making no sense and it's kinda unnerving if you ask me."
"What did you just say...?" The wolf took a small gulp before slamming the glass down to the counter, "You've got some guts saying things like that to my face, feline."
"Oh, and now, we have a species rivalry between each other, huh?"
"I did not mention anything about that and all of us know that canines defeat the felines any time, any day." Peter proudly exclaimed.
The lion growled once more and cracked his knuckles, "You want to get tough with me, little man?"
"Oh please, you're barely my size and your muscles are puny compared to mine," he flexed for extra emphasis.
It wasn't quite true but the wolf had his ego. Just... barking up at the wrong side of the 'ego tree'. Sam poured another glass and handed it over to the wolf. It was still his job to serve the club's customer. He knew all too well that this guy was being a pain in the ass but that's how things are when you're working with a crowd of ruffians.
From the looks of it, this egoistic wolf is all bark but no bite. The lion rubbed his chin over, analyzing.
He's not that bad compared to some that I've seen and fooled around. Sure, he has some issues but I bet that he's got an ass that could keep me satisfied for the whole night. I wonder if he's interested in men in the first place...
Sam was gay and everybody in the club that worked with him knew about it but they weren't prejudice about each other's sexuality. They took it in stride and left a 'whatever' remark before. They weren't interested in that. However, they were interested with how he caught his prey though. The lion wasn't a subby but a large dommy and when he finds his prey... he fucks em' good... without a doubt and right now, this burly wolf seemed to be the right candidate for the night.
His feline eyes squinted slightly and gazed upon those large arms, licking his chops right in the process.
Not bad... arms... quite large... just not able to see much under that suit... Shoulders, great shape... chest, broad and barreled, nice... and that body...? I'm sure that he's packing quite a hunk underneath.
At those thoughts, Sam started to drool. Ungh... nice move, lover boy. You're thinking with your cock, again, rather than with your head... He's probably got someone in mind already. Unless...
"What's a tough guy like you doing in a place like this, at night, alone, trying to get drunk?" Sam poured another round of Chivas but this time, mixed with something else unknown to the wolf.
Peter stared at him for a moment, "What did you put in there? Some sort of ecstasy pill? Drug? Poison?" he stared at the 'concoction'.
The lion rolled his eyes, "It's nothing. It's a special drink that I made by myself that could really knock you off with a few shots. Up for the challenge?"
"Pfft... I can't get drunk that easily. My tolerance for alcohol is way higher than just a few shots," he chimed in and sniffed at the drink. It smelt a little different but definitely strong, that he could vouch for but a few shots? Drunk? That's highly unlikely. "By the way, I'm here alone, trying to get drunk is because my girlfriend left me, okay?"
Sam pinched the bridge of his nose, whispering to himself, "Why am I not surprised."
"You said something...? Lion..."
Oh, he is getting way out of paw!
"No, I didn't... what's it to you if I did?"
Peter smirked and gulped his drink down, "Nothing. I knew you weren't man enough to admit anything."
"You son of a bitch!" Sam snarled and got over to the counter but was quick stopped by a security. Holding him by the arms, Sam was lifted off from the ground a few centimeters before dropping down to the floor. Looking up, he saw a tiger growling next to him.
"Sorry... Smith..."
"I know something was wrong when I heard you growl like that. You do know that my work post is just a few footsteps away from you, right?"
"Yes, I know..." The lion looked away, embarrassed at his actions.
"Good," Smith let the lion go, crossing his large arms over chest, "Control yourself. We do not want any trouble with customers. Remember that."
"If Mr. Johnson weren't so strict about this whole thing..." he mused.
The tiger sighed and kissed on top of the lion's head, eliciting a soft purr from below, "Do your job," with that, he left.
Sam stuck a tongue out like a little child and mocked the tiger from behind, "Go do your job he says. Go do this, he says." He grumbled under his breath.
Meanwhile, the arrogant wolf had helped himself with a few bottles that were within reach and was already half drunk. Well, not really drunk but half is good enough. Peter wasn't making any sense right now as he mumbled words that were incoherent to the lion, not to mention with the occasional hiccup. Looks like Sam's 'concoction' worked well enough.
The wolf was about to grab another shot before he was stopped by the lion himself. Looking up, Peter growled and snarled. He wasn't going to let some fucking fag lion stop him from getting himself wasted but he was in for a world of pain.
"Gimme that! Faggot!"
"You did NOT just say that," Sam slammed both paws on to the counter.
"Yes I did and I have proof!" Peter took the whole bottle and chugged it down. Gulps after gulps after gulps sloshed down his throat and if that wasn't going to get him wasted, nothing will. He barely stopped for air and he was about to throw up once he got up for it. With bated breath, Peter slammed the empty bottle over and burped like it was nobody's business, "I saw you and that tiger... he kissed you and you were happy about it. Which fucking straight guy would be happy with a kiss like that!"
Sam crossed his arms and his eyes were squinted to slits. He wasn't going to take that in, definitely not, "It means that he trust and cares for me. It means nothing."
"Bulls shit!" His paws got hold on another bottle over the counter as he swiftly climbed to get it. Despite being a feline, Sam wasn't prepared for such a quick act and before he knew happened, the drunken wolf popped the cap open and drank it down. He wasn't angry if he actually took a drink that's actually payable for but instead of those usual wine and beer that was neat stacked with each other, Peter had the lion's special drink that actually knocks you off in a few minutes.
"Give that back!"
"Tough luck!" He stopped for air and continued to finish the remainder. Just as the last drop entered into his bowels, the wolf threw the bottle over to Sam, "Oh yeah... your faggot drink could sure knocks a wolf down... fuck... my head..."
Fuck it man! I can't believe he drank it all up! That's it! I'm gonna get his ass tonight if that's the last thing I'd do. It's an added bonus that he's straight. Sam cracked both knuckles and licked his chops, I've always love fucking with a straight guy... I don't care if he screams, he's my fuck toy for today.
"Hey, you okay?" Faking a concern towards his 'patron'.
"Fuck you! Fuck you all faggots! Fuck that dumb woman too! Oh damn..." The wolf flops over to the counter, "Hey, faggot, what did you spike in my drink, huh? Some special pill to get me fucked up?"
His breath practically smelt of alcohol at this point on and started drooling over as well. Soon enough, his suit was off, lying by the side of the stool like a ragged cloth; this, followed by another piece of garment. The wolf wasn't moving at a face pace at all. In fact... he was practically giving a strip show towards the smirking feline. Sam was more than happy to sit back and enjoy the male stripping off his clothes one by one. Peter kept complaining about being hot and stuff but that's due to the effect of alcohol.
Another button was taken off and the last of his clothing covering his upper torso was gone.
_Gotta give him credit for his ego though. He sure is hunky and fit under there._Sam whistled softly, purring at the sight before him.
The wolf was practically drunk within minutes as his body swayed from side to side. Luckily enough, it was a slow night and there wasn't any other patron on the counter to order anything. Though, he highly doubt that they would leave so soon since they could have enjoyed another show of stripping. Peter groaned and hiccupped, popping his eyes open while drooling like a new born puppy.
Leaning closer, Sam managed to make out of the outline from the wolf's body. He was definitely muscular, arms as big as his own, chest broad and beefy, no fat covering any of them. His abs was astonishing as well. This wolf definitely took a time out to build some muscles and he wasn't surprised as he saw a small little bulge emerging from those slackers.
"Hey, aren't you hot under there too?" Sam reached out and gropes around the wolf's crotch.
Peter slapped the feline's paw away, "Don't touch me... faggot..." A finger was pointed towards him, wiggling as he continued to sway on his two feet, "Don't... touch... me..." and flopped on to the counter, half unconscious.
Sam looked over at the wolf, pondering on what to do next. This is a weird situation as it already is. It's quite rare that any of his customers get drunk in just a few minutes but with the help of his special drink, it's not a surprise that he gets knocked out that easily. The lion stared over at the wolf's expression where his tongue stuck out lewdly.
Aww... the fucking arrogant wolf is quite handsome in a way...
"Fucking bastard," he poked at his shoulder, "Hey, you okay down there?"
A soft gurgle and the wolf twitched, "I just want to get laid... man... is that too much to ask...?"
The large feline smirked at his comment. It wasn't hard to deduce the fact that this wolf had a hot girl within his reach and he was about to fuck her but things didn't turn out as he wanted to and in the end; he ended up right here, in this very club. It's not a surprise since many patrons drown their sorrow with alcohol but this wolf was really something else. Sam took hold of the wolf and dragged him over to the counter, placing him next to a chair, clearly in a dazed state. His shirts were taken along. If he was about to fuck the brains out of him, it would be best that the lion explored over to his prey.
Both paws were placed at the wolf's body and started to caress over them. It was hard, that was for certain and soon enough, nipples stood erected. Sam grinned and dived over to those hard nubs. One of the lion's kinks was nipple play and damn this wolf had it all. His sand papery tongue grazed upon flesh and Peter gave a soft grunt, letting off some slight moans. Seems like he was sensitive over at that area as well. Not a surprise since most males are aroused around that area but what came afterwards spurred the lion further.
"Taste me... bitch... you know how to handle me..."
Sam stopped his licking and whispered to his ears, "Trust me... I know what I'm doing... all you have to do is stay still... while I take care of you..."
Peter moaned, "So soft... your paws... they are rough... it... it... it makes me hard."
"Oh? It does?" His tongue darted forth and played around the wolf's ears, nibbling and licking around, "Tell me more, hot stuff."
"Ungh... y-your voice... i-it's... o-o-o-oh... yeah..." He didn't finish.
I've got myself an easy prey tonight.
"You want something, hunk?" Leonine paws traveled southwards and fondled at the canine's crotch, easily feeling a large bulge building underneath those slackers. Apparently, his building erection hadn't gone down since he took off his own shirt. Sam got to work. One paw wrapped around the back of the wolf while pinching and playing around his right nipple while the left was left to explore and grope around a trapped erection. Much to the wolf's pleasure, the feline was licking and kissing around his neck.
Nuzzling forth, Sam inhaled the alcoholic wolf. Despite being such a jerk towards him, the male wasn't bad at all. His musk was definitely manly, compared to some that he had before; Peter was quite a hotty as well. Heavy musk combined with an incomparable scent of alcohol aroused the tiger further, his own erection begging to be released. The temptation was there, it was wild and the urge to tame his lust filled desire was slowly diminishing. Growling hotly over at his neck, the lion gave a passionate kiss on to his muzzle and purred with satisfaction. Peter didn't exactly do much as he was kissed by the male. That's probably due to the fact that he was half drunk and all he could do was lick like he was lapping up some water, allowing even more access for the lion's muscled tongue. Saliva swapping was ensured but the wolf drool the most. Soon enough, Sam got the hang of playing with him and they were engaged into a hot love scene.
Just as he was sunk into the realm of passion and lust, Smith peered over the counter and saw both males going at it. He leaned over and rested his head on both paws, enjoying the view from below. It wasn't a surprise to him that this lustful driven feline had a prey right under his arms and kissing in public as well. He's been on countless rounds of 'prey versus predator', that the tiger was jealous at how many times he got laid. For Smith, it was a rare encounter to get any action in between his job. Furthermore, most guys or girls were intimidated by his looks. It's not that he's fierce or anything but due to the nature of his job, he has to be one. Being a guard on patrol in a raunchy night club could really take a toll on your reputation.
Thus, at times, why he envied Sam so much. The large lion always has his share of fucking and sucking and pounding right into any male that he wanted. Best part though, was how willing his submissive partners were. They were either too drunk to know what was happening or just wanted to get fucked by a muscled lion. He gazed once more towards the two male and smiled devilishly. This was getting out of hand but hey, it's a slow night. Might as well let these two get some fun out of it.
"Having fun down there?" Smith cooed.
"Mmhmm..." Sam continued licking and kissing on the poor drunken wolf. His neck and chest fur were matted heavily with saliva as leonine tongue lapped it all up. The sensation was unbearable to the wolf and his straining cock was painfully trapped underneath. Luckily enough, Sam had the decency unzip the pants and out flop a large erection. Definitely one of the best cocks that he had seen so far. Though, come to think of it, two nights ago, that stallion, was way better compared to him.
"Lookit that baby," the tiger licked his lips, "that's one monster you've got there. Sam, I think you're gonna have a hard time taking that up your ass."
"Who says I'm gonna get that thing up my ass?" A paw caressed over to the head, thumb rolling around the slit as pre poured from the tip, lathering to the base, "I'm going to fuck the brains out of him cause he's been a bad puppy."
"Oh? He was? Do tell?"
"This bastard drank my homemade recipe of brewery. He drank it all up in a few seconds," Sam growled.
"I see... and you're not very fond of him for making snarky remarks at you."
"Right on the dot, sweety," he continued nursing around the wolf's numb nipples whiles his paws continued to caress along the length of that cock. Sooner or later, he would want to finger that sexy tail hole of his, "He's quite the submissive one, no?"
"Mmmhmm... sure do... ain't he straight to begin with?" Smith helped himself to a glass of beer.
"He's straight alright. What did I tell you about straight guys? They turn me on so much when they moan like a little bitch once a cock had taken over their virgin hole."
"Very true, my dear friend. Very true..." the stripped feline placed his drink down, "You want to finish it up in your apartment?"
This time, the lion's ears perked up. He turned over and enlarged his eyes, nearly to the point of watering. His lips quivered like a little kitten as he tried to pull of the cutest face that he could possess. Smith stopped and stared for a moment, trying hard not to laugh but he lost it. "Shit! You're not good at making cute faces! Haha!! Jeezus! Don't do that anymore."
"Fuck you! Smith!"
"C'mon! Right here! Right now! I'm gonna raise my tail for you to fuck! You want that! Don't cha'!"
Sam got up and growled menacingly in front of the tiger, both paws slammed on to the counter. His face was mere inches from Smith and his breath was intoxicating. The simple whiff of the tiger's cologne kinda drove him wild for a moment but he gained control. There was a momentary silence between both felines before the tiger gave a soft kiss on to the lion, earning a murr as his anger slowly deflated. Sam gave a soft peck back before licking his nose, smiling in earnest.
"You sure know how to press my buttons,"
Smith stifled a guffaw, "Sam, how many years have you been here, working at this bar, right next to me, and how could I not know you well enough to push all of your buttons?"
"Only a year," Sam shot back.
"Touché,"
Their little charade was interrupted briefly when a small groan and whine was heard from under. The lion, apparently, had forgotten completely about the wasted wolf and grinned from ear to ear. Might as well get started and fuck the brains out of him. He seems to be eager about it since the wolf had started masturbating by himself as his cock was broken free from its prison hold.
"Look at that sexy hunk, eager for sex, ain't he?" Sam turned and leaned against the counter.
"Uh huh... so, when are you going to fuck him?"
"How about now?"
Smith turned and saw the crowd dancing the night away. The music was deafening down there. It was a wonder how these maniacs managed to hear themselves think. However, it wasn't any of his concern but the main priority now would be to get this wolf away from the club. Their boss is quite an open guy to begin with but he has a policy of employees fucking around during their work shift. Sure, employees are free to grope or fuck around any time of the day, even in his presence but when it comes to work, work is work; there's no excuse about it. Too bad for Sam, the boss was in and he's going on his rounds of check up.
"Dude, get him out of here before the boss comes here for a spot check."
The lion was ahead of him now. Soon enough, Peter the wolf, was slowly dressed into his proper garment, back to his old self, minus the fact that he was drunk. His suit was disheveled completely and that pants, it's barely the right way to wear! Shirt was sticking out of his zipper and some not even tucked in. Buttons on his shirt weren't done properly, not to mention missing one or two lines in between.
It's not like he's going to stay clothed for long.
He got the wolf up and placed right on top of the nearest stool, drooling as his eyes dilated and blinked slightly. "Hey... faggot... you there..." He pointed over at Smith.
"Me?"
"Yeah you! Who do you think you are, huh? Groping me like your fucking boy toy. You have no rights to fucking *hic* touch me..."
Smith raised an eyebrow inquisitively, "Could I have a go at him after you're done?"
"Meet me at my apartment after 9am," the lion grunted as he got his coat on, "Just need to clean up a bit."
"I get his ass in the morning?"
Sam took a ragged cloth and quickly cleaned on top of the counter, which was stained with canine drool. Popped in a few bottle of beer into their rightful place before hoisting the wolf up on top of his shoulder. Peter was flung like he was a piece of rag doll and the wolf didn't care. All he did was grunt and howl for no apparent reason.
"You get his ass in the morning."
"Breakfast?"
"Starbucks,"
"Do lunch after fuck?"
He leaned forward and gave a quick peck on to his stripped cheek, "Your treat."
With that, the brawny bartender lion was off to claim his prize. Smith leaned on to the wall and shook his head. If this was the carefree lifestyle that most leonine had in their lives, this would be a better world to live in. Shifting his gaze to the left, he saw the unmanned bar, hung glasses twinkling with each other, expecting to be used for their blood thirsty beer. Down at the dance floor, a few youngsters were beginning to climb their way up to the bar, expecting at least something to drink.
So full of energy, viral, youthful, cute, handsome, pretty, beautiful...
"Hey! My good man! Gimme two margaritas will ya'!"
So damn bloody wasted... He shook his head.
"Coming, my good man!"
The drive back was eventfully. Well, to Sam, it definitely was; can't say much about Peter though. He wasn't even sure what was happening right now. In his dazed mode, all he managed to conceive were paws touching all over his muscular body and groping around his crotch. If he didn't know any better, he was being touched and molested all over without his consent. That was practically what the lion had planned for. The lion gave the address to his apartment to the cabby, closed the door, placed the wolf down at the back seat, winked to the driver and the rest conspire like nothing happened.
Sam's calloused paws snaked right in the pants and started stroking that limp canine cock, coaxing the warrior to arise anew. His maw was full with wolf drool, a drip managed to leak off at the side, smearing all over the cabby's seat.
"Hey, no drool on my seat, you hear me?" The rhino grunted as he glared menacingly at both of them.
Sam smiled back and scooted closer to the driver, "Sorry. He's way too delicious to keep a hold off."
"Yeah, yeah I don't swing that way nor do I care what you guys do but as long as I don't find any cum on the seat, you're off the hook, no extra charge."
A laughed was ensued and he nodded back. Leaning behind, he continued to molest his prey. This went on for about ten minutes and by this time, the wolf was leaking away with pre. Eyes dilated like he was about to go rabid, body shook violently, balls churning and pulling upwards; a clear sign that he was about to cum but Sam knew better than to let some early ejaculation ruin their perfect night together.
Pulling his paw off, Peter was left hanging once more, chest heaved up and down as he tried to regain his composure. Whatever he was feeling right between his legs, he just wanted it to continue. With a loud growl, that paw instinctively grabs hold against the cock but Sam swatted it right away, nipping over his neck. It was subtle yet piercing at the same time. His teeth snared deeply into his fur and flesh but not giving the chance to break any blood flow. Each time his teeth bit at the same particular spot, Peter gasped and trashed slightly. His struggles were like music to the feline's wonderful ears and he kept on going and going, snaring and hissing at his neck, inhaling the musky scent of a mild gentleman that worked in an office, from nine to five.
It was an extra turn on for him, knowing that what he had in his arms was a straight virgin wolf. His thoughts were haunted to visions of what he should or rather, will do to him. In the end, the predator's nipping came to a halt.
"We're here," the cabby spoke, turning his engine off as it died, "That will be - "
"Keep the change," Sam gave a fifty to him and quickly scooted off from the seat, carrying his wolf around his shoulders.
The rhino grunted but happily accepted it. It was money, who in their right state of mind would turn it down? With a proper salute, he waved, "It was nice doing business with you."
"Oh no, my good sir," Sam interjected, "It was nice of you to drop us here."
"Yeah, whatever," with that, he drove off into the night.
Purring at the thought of what's going to happen next, Sam turned to his apartment, clearing his throat as he ascended those treacherous stairs. He was lucky enough that his body was built for such climbing because with the extra weight of approximately 230 pounds on top of his shoulder, it was going to be a tough one. In the end, he got to the door of his apartment, unlocks the grill and dropped the drunken wolf on to the floor.
Sam cracked both paws and neck at the same time, locking the door behind him. The helpless wolf was laid sprawled on the floor but what he did next was nothing the lion had expected. His paws were clawing the air like a little puppy waiting for his momma to come back and hug him, cooing and making gurgling spit like he wasn't able to control his body any more. Apparently, he was drunker than he had initially thought. If that wasn't bad enough, Peter had started to kiss the air like a little slut.
"Hey baby, prime fresh meat here. Wanna take a ride on mah' beaut?" Pants dropped to knee level, together with his boxer shorts to reveal his 'prime and fresh meat', which was kind of hot in many ways, "Big strong wolfeh here. Lookit mah' muscles... lookit mah' pecs... biceps... triceps... quadceps..."
Sam smacked his face hard, feeling the pressure. Dear god... how the hell did I still end up with such a bastard wolf at my disposal? Oh right. I want to fuck the crap out of him. He looks hot but he's got issues.
"Yeah... maybe it's the other way around. You... my good friend, is gonna ride mine instead."
The wolf stirred for a moment, slowly groping his own cock before blinking, "Ride...?" A moan, "You... You! Fucking bastard!"
Peter tried to get up but fell back, slumping and groaning in turn, "Geddoff from me you big fag..."
Shaking his head, Sam lightly took hold of him and carried his toy to the bedroom. The lights were switched on and quickly illuminates his chambers. It wasn't big or fancy but good enough for him to live in. A queen size bed was placed right next to the window, two tables at each corner, topped with a few books and unwanted junk. Few furniture around the place topped with a simple wardrobe. It was better than just a simple bed and wardrobe and he was happy about it. Not to mention a large sized bed just for the pair of them.
"Here you go sexy," Peter was gently placed on top of the bed as he continued to groan and hiccupped.
There was nothing more to this act than it is. All the lion wanted was to fuck the wolf and he wasn't going to show any mercy to him. He has ridiculed him far enough for one night alone and this will be a hard lesson to learn. Cracking his neck once more, the horny feline slowly unbuttoned his shirt, trying to get the mood right. Once the collar was off, he exhaled and stripped completely, breathing a sigh of relief. A mirror strategically located right to the side gave a massive opportunity for him to touch himself. Paws roamed around those massive pecs while nursing over to his hard nipples. He was excited; the sheer thought of blowing his pent up load into another male's ass drove him into another level of lust.
Once he was satisfied, he licked those parched lips before turning towards the wolf.
"Well, what do you know, I don't even need to strip him off,"
"Oh... fucking hard... C'mon, which bitch wants a piece of my meat...?" Peter gasped aloud as he was stripped naked completely on top of the bed. It wasn't a surprise since he was horny from the start.
"Hey, sweety, look at me," the lion climbed on top and grabbed his head hard, "Look at me..."
"Bitch wants it hard... huh...?" Peter smiled back.
Without any warning, the lustful lion pounced and pinned him down, growling even harder than before. He cared not for what the wolf had said. All he wanted now was his meat, his prey... his hole. Baring those pearly white fangs, his leonine fang dug deeply on to meaty shoulder, tasting fresh male meat from the bar, cock tenting right up in his pants. Despite the uncomfortable tension between his legs, he was still in control of his body. However, this couldn't be said the same for Peter though. He was pinned like the prey that he was. In his wasted state, all he felt was a large body crushing his very body.
He groaned, yipped and best of all, moaned like a little puppy, craving for something else. When he said that he was hard all over, the wolf wasn't lying at all. For at that right moment, he spurted a few strands of pre at the lion's crotch, soaking it wet and before Sam realized what he had done, their pre was battered up together, forming a large wet spot.
Fuck... you're not making this any easier... fucking little cunt slut.
Sighing in defeat, he might as well get comfortable. He got out from the bed and shimmied his shorts down in a matter of seconds, deeply coloured orange flesh smacked right against his abs and elicits a soft moan. He was uncut, that's for certain but through all the right spots and feelings that the wolf had done, the head was fully exposed and coated with a fresh batch of pre. Rough paws grab hold of his hard erection, thumb rolling around the head as he played with earnest. He had had one night stand before but this wolf was something different. It made him feel hotter than any furs that he had fucked; most probably cause he was straight.
Licking his lips, the lion right on top of the wolf, grinding both cocks together at the same time. His senses shot right through the roof as their grinding and frottage continued with lustful desires. Paws pinned right at his shoulder, chest heaved up and down as he looked right into the wolf's eyes. If he could read minds, that could be a new profession right now because those exact words from his thoughts were spitted out in front of him.
"So hot... make me horny... no... hornier... I need to get my rocks off..."
That was easy to break right in. However, Peter blinked, stared; groaned aloud. Or maybe not.
"G-Get off of me..." the wolf tried to sound as forceful as he could, "Y-You're not gonna have sex with me... are you...?"
Sam ignored his plea and questionnaire as his tongue grazed right at his lips.
"Please... d-don't... fuck... m-me... I'm still a virgin..."
The feline stopped and chuckled lightly, "You're straight, a virgin with a tight hole, hot body and loves to talk dirty during sex. There is no way you're gonna stop me from breaking in."
He continued to groan but gasped when he felt something right above his cock. Finally, he realized what was going on, despite feeling half conscious. His throbbing maleness was trapped between another male and balls grounded against a pair of hefty lion ball sac. Their cocks were touching...
Oh god their cocks are touching! His little subconscious voice screamed in panic as the thought sunk right in. It was a known fact to all males that when two cocks touched together, followed by their ball sac, it was good enough to call it gay. His mind began to churn all kind of horrific thoughts together; and to think that he, a wonderful and sexy wolf would be trapped between another heavy male lion.
At that right moment, Peter howled a moment, signaling his disapproval and dominance. Sam couldn't care less if he howled as loud as he wanted to because his muzzle was trapped immediately with his own, kissing the surprised wolf. Instead of holding the bottom male down to his shoulders, the lion took the initiative calm and gain the wolf's composure. His paws closed in around the other, gripping in between his fingers, clasping tightly, feeling his body tensed up. His muzzle bound their lips together as they moaned in unison, swapping saliva in the process. Sam had much experience with kissing but compared to Peter, it was his first time kissing another male rather than a female. It was easier kissing the opposite sex since most of the girls that he had been were more submissive compared to being dominant. They usually allow his tongue to slither in but for these sweet orange lips, it wasn't allowed. He had to fight for dominance.
The more Peter tried to wrestle against that strong tongue, the harder it was to win. He twisted, turned, twirled, back flipped; all for naught as Sam gripped both paws hard, earning a soft whimper. In the end, the wolf had to back down and let himself go. It felt wrong... so very wrong... to be dominated by not a female but rather, the known fact of a male on top of him. He was big... far larger than he was but his ego was bigger. The mere thought of being pinned into such a position flared anger into his system but the dry effect of alcohol continued to contaminate his brain and senses.
Sam kissed for as long as he liked, murring and purring in between breathes, inhaling the musky scent of another male underneath him... God, it was good to be the top; to do whatever he liked... to feel the power that far surpasses the male below. Tongue darted in and tasted the wolf's breath, flesh tickling along teeth and lips. Finally, the lion had had enough of his fun and pulled back slowly, a bridge of saliva connected between two males as he nuzzled their forehead. The feline broke the bridge and made a smug in front of him. By this minute, Peter had his ears laid flat on top of his skull; body went limp and hanging, despite his appearance of a large male wolf
"You just kissed me..." Peter whined.
"Yes and you liked it," the feline replied with confidence.
"N-No I did not..." This time, a sheer sign of denial, "I'm not gay..."
"Oh? Really? Then please, do explain why would your tail wag and thump against the bed ever since we were groping each other, hrm? Our dicks touched, we grinded, we kissed and yet, you wag a thousand miles per hour."
"I... I... I was... I felt excited when we kissed cause my mind ravaged the thought that you were a bitch..." Peter lied through his teeth, "Dammit... I'm not a ff-ff-fa-a-a-ggg.... Ungh...What are you doing..."
"Shh... Shh... don't deny your place... It's okay to feel another male right on top of you. Don't deny the pleasure," Sam cooed and nipped right at the tip of his ears. Apparently, from what he could deduce from the beginning, the wolf really liked to be played right between his ears. He nipped experimentally and gained a far better result than he had hoped to receive. Peter moaned and whimpered like a bitch in heat, tail thumping even harder. Another nip but this time, licking in the ears.
"Aaaahhhhh!!! F-f-f-f-ffuucckkk... a-ahhhh..."
Jackpot...
Without hesitation, Sam continued the torture. Sand papery tongue licked and flicked in the earlobe, earning a higher pitch than before. The feline wasn't going to stop till the wolf begged for mercy and that was just the beginning. His right paw scratched in between the other ears and it drove him wild. Peter trashed and shook violently, trying to moan and scream but kept his voices low. He was drunk but conscious at the same time. It was weird, actually... to feel and remember the ministration that was being done to him...
Meanwhile, their cocks weren't left alone either way. The lion took a big initiative to grind as hard as he could against that canine cock and rubbed sensually a well. To say the least, this wolf was turning him on to a completely different level. His cock dripped pre like a never ending flow of river, making it easier to frot against each other. Sam stopped nibbling and looked downwards, satisfying himself with the sight of two cocks throbbing hard and ready to explode at any time. Well, to him, he was ready to explode now.
Sam bore his teeth right in front of wolf, hissing and growling at the same time, "You like it. Say it, you love having my cock."
"Uh.. Rughg.... Fuck you... damn faggot... your cock is nothing compared to mine," he gasped, "Fuck shit! What have you done to me! Oh god I need to cum so badly..."
"Then come with me," he whispered softly, "Cum with me and let us enjoy the full pleasure that made us males, mighty males for the earth, to enjoy with each other."
"Stop encouraging me... D-Damit! I'm not gay!"
"Don't deny your urges!" Sam humped harder. It was easier this time. Both feline and canine pre were mixed together and by now, their cocks glistened with quite a substantial amount of pre. The lion went harder and faster, puffing and grinding away. His cock practically burned with passion, the need to cum emerging fast. The same could be said about the poor wolf as well. As their passion burned with raging luster, impending orgasm wasn't far behind.
Sam snarled and snapped, proving himself to be the dominant male and his actions were pushing Peter into the same level as he was. Whimpering like a little puppy, he yipped and finally, howled through the night. His orgasm had finally arrived and copious amount of male seed shot forth on to his belly and chest, one or two drops managed to land right at his muzzle. Seeing as the wolf had burst the dam containing his seed, the feline followed suit as his powerful male batter came after a few second behind him. His dry humps hadn't stop since then and that drove him to cum more, spraying on to the wolf with such power that his muzzle had a fair amount of white right across his nose.
Peter yelped again and again, crying like a lost puppy without his master. He wanted more... so much more than just an orgasm, he wanted to get laid! Yeah, that's what he wanted... so much more than what he was experiencing. Soon enough, both males had stopped cumming. Sam tried to keep himself up but he finally gave in and came crashing down on top of the wolf, smearing pearly white seed together as their bodies touched. He purred happily and this time, didn't care what the wolf had to say about it.
"You... just... fucking... made me cum... so hard..."
"Still think you're straight?" He grinned from ear to ear.
"I... am... a damn... fucking straight guy... and you... *gasps*...k-know it..."
"What was that again...? You were straight? Or still am?" Sam hadn't stopped his ministration though. Just as the wolf was about to say another word of denial, the lion got closer and closer to his face, inhaling his musky scent of male, cum and sweat. Since their bodies were coated with fresh batter of cum, he had a simple thought in mind... to prove this hunk of a wolf that he's not as straight as he think he is.
"Ungh... I still fucking am a straight guy...d-damit... what are you doing now....!" Peter snarled but not at the pleasure of cumming, rather, at the pressure that was placed right inside his tail hole, "Urr... please... don't fuck me..."
"Too late for that, my sexy little wolf. I'm going to take away your little virginity... I'm gonna pop that little pink cherry blossom of yours, got that?"
Peter placed his arms around the lion's shoulder and tried to push away. Despite his efforts to do so, the effect of the alcohol was slowing draining his stamina, not to mention the ability to think and feel straight either. Right at this moment, Sam had lodged two fingers in and with the help of their cum as lube, it was far easier to penetrate right in. That pink puckered hole opened up wide to the brim and in went two fingers, gently prodding and tickling his inside. Meanwhile, that tight tail hole did its natural job by clenching as tightly as it could. If he didn't know any better, the wolf was trying to keep it out; not a surprise though.
The wolf had his paws right on to the lion's head but in fear of him, pulling over his beautiful mane, Sam had his paws right above his abs, coaxing that paw to rub and feel against that hard abs. It was working though. Peter moaned even louder and started having both paws against them now. Fingers deftly slide across those six packs, massaging one muscle at a time. This was a wonderful way to keep him down and steady and looking right back up, Sam licked his lips at the sight of a sexy wolf. Scratch that, with the effect of cum right across his body, he looked far better than just an average wolf. Heck, the thought of him being such an arrogant little prick left his mind for a moment. All he saw now was a young male in his prime, desperately trying to get laid.
"D-Don't... stop..." he moaned, "Don't stop at all... harder..." and now, he was begging for it. "Please go deeper... ungh... fuck... why does it feel so good..." His ass massaged along the feline's fingers but he popped it right out.
Sam got up and smeared his cum all over his paws, caressing against muscles as he got them slick and ready for the next round; cock throbbed back to life at that very sight. It seems that the rumour of a lion being able to cum multiple times without fatigue is true, or so it applies to him. It's been a while, quite a while actually, to fuck someone and lose a load a few times in one night. He grinned at the thought and continued to caress the wolf's heavily pelted fur. His grey fur bristled between fingers, earning a soft but hot growl from the canine.
Seems that all canines love to have their bellies petted heavily but for Peter, it seems that heavy petting on those large pecs turned him on as well. Who is he to turn down such a cute offer? Hoisting the wolf's muscled legs upwards, Peter was pinned by his own weight. Legs on top of the lion's shoulder while his paws busied itself with soft touches on chest, occasional nipple pinching. The wolf panted and yipped happily, tongue lolled out as drool dripped on to the bed.
Definitely need to change the bed sheet later. I've got cum and dog droll over it. Don't wanna sleep in some wet drool. Though... the thought of his musk lingering around it sure is a good prospect. Then again...
Sam shook his head. What was he even thinking about liking this wolf? This bastard just ridiculed him in public, drank his home made alcohol down to the last drop without permission and called him a fucking faggot. What's there to like towards a male that's so self centered with himself? The lion bared his teeth once again and violated that tail hole with something than just a pair of fingers. Since he was quite loosened up now, it was only a matter of time before his cherry was popped open and Sam was more than delighted to be the first.
Oh, he's such a cherry popper. He chuckled to himself at the choice of words that lingered in his mind.
"You're laughing..." Peter cooed, placing a finger right on top of his nose, wiggling in response.
"Yes, you sick fuck," Sam got into position as he guided the tip of his shaft right to the brim, hissing at the sudden tightness that was about to envelope the head.
Peter yelped and clenched both eyes tightly, gripping on the bed sheets as hard as he could. He was about to protest and scream out loud but before he knew what was happening, or rather, explain the stars that suddenly appeared right in front of him, his hole was pried open by the tip. Hissing loudly, Sam got another inch right in... followed by another.... And another... and another... and... fuck... this guy is tighter than any straight virgin that he had fucked. It's rare to get his grubby paws on some straight guy trying to prove themselves that gay sex wasn't their thing but the end result was always the same; they craved for more cock underneath that tail. Peter wasn't going to be any different.
However, the lion was trying to be easy and as merciful as he could. Don't know why but this fool of a wolf turned him soft to the touch for a moment. Pulling out for a pause, Sam looked over to him, trying to identify if there were any signs of pain. In the end, Peter sighed, giving off signals of dozing off. He laughed at him but didn't care. If he was about to sleep while he got fucked, so be it. Holding both legs high up, Sam pummeled right back in and this time, he was filled to the brim. The wolf's eyes shot open and screamed in pain, paws clawing on to the sheets like a scared puppy.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!! Take it off! Take it out!! Take whatever you have in my ass out! Oh fuck! It hurts! You're hurting me!"
"Shut the fuck up!!" He admonished sternly.
"FFFFFUUUCCCKKK!!!!!"
Peter was truly hurting now. If this was rape, it was definitely gonna be a long rape because Sam wasn't going to stop any time soon. The wolf's pleas and cries fueled his lust even more as his eyes burned with raging fire. His claws strapped itself around Peter's own as claws dug in deeper and deeper, not enough to hurt him though but just enough to feel the pain that made him scream once more. The bed rocked, bounced, creaked and best of all, swayed in time with the lion's humps. It wasn't fast or anything but it was enough to make his balls slap loudly against that beautiful canine ass cheek. Nothing could make it feel any better than what he was experiencing now. He didn't care about the wolf... all he cared about was breaking him in half, breaking his consciousness till he actually begged for it.
Small stream of tears flowed right at the side of Peter's eyes, coating the pillow underneath with salty waters. Soon enough, he was crying in pain, his claws had stopped digging unto the bed sheets but just let go, to just let his body fly freely as he was taken like the toy that he was. His fur bristled slightly but most were matted down with either cum or sheer male sweat by itself. Sam wasn't calm at all. No, he was hungry bitten by the king of sex, hypothetically and there was nothing he could do about it. It was his instinct, his natural urge to mate completely to another body underneath, be it a male or female but the preference of a male spurred him on to no end.
He hissed once more and slammed all the way in, invading Peter's wonderful prostrate. The very touch of it made him moan endlessly, despite the excruciating pain. It was weird... it hurts so badly but why does it feel so good at the same time... The wolf's cock had went limp at the start of penetration but after a few minutes of getting used to the cock that belonged to a rather large male lion, he was beginning to see the wonders of anal sex. Each time the tip massaged over to his prostrate, it made his cock jump like a spring. It sprung right back up and slapped against his abs; tip drooling away another round of pre cum.
It was bad enough that he had cum simultaneously with him and now, he was about to cum all over again but this time, with the knowing pleasure that he came due to the fact that he had a cock embedded right in to his bowels. Sam growled and placed both paws right on top of the wolf's pecs, massaging and making full circles right around his fur. It was soft to the touch... so very soft and muscular. This thick pelted fur was hiding away his masculine figure and contours and to make matters worse that it already is, he was hiding them away under those thick heated suit. What was he thinking, putting away this gorgeous piece of meat under some heavily thick piece of garment?
"You're quite the hunk, you know that?" Sam leaned forward slightly, kissing the wolf in respect while he continued to hump away.
Peter groaned, "Yes... but... fuck..."
"Say it loud and proud," the lion licked against his ears back again, trying to gain the upper hand in this situation, "Why don't you proclaim that I'm bigger than you, stronger than you, larger than you and better yet, fucks better than you ever will. I'm way sexier than you are."
That erotic tease was pushing the wolf to his limits. He never was the one to actually like dirty talk during sex but gods help him, his voice was deep and manly. That deep graveled voice could practically turn a straight man into a gay one and that's what happening right now. This poor wolf had claimed that he was as straight as an arrow but now, it seems that his words did not match with his own body and desires. All he wanted now was to get the lion to fuck him harder and faster than he had ever felt in his life.
"Y-You are... you are bigger than me.... Better... sexier... ungh... fuck me...fuck me harder," Peter gasped and threw his head back, exposing his vulnerability upon neck.
Sam took this as a sign and didn't hesitate to violate the wolf's weaker and tender spots. Rough and subtle leonine tongue razed right upon throat, flattening down his silky white for. For a wolf for his demeanour, it's quite rare to have one that actually took good care of his own fluffiness. Compared to the lion, he took great care of his mane and fur, especially around chest and abs; those were usually his best angle and spots. Grinning devilishly, he cooed softly in triumphant, finally breaking his mentality.
"That's right. You know you want me. You know you want my big fat cock shoving right through your ex-virgin hole. Don't you get it? You're just a weakling wolf to be used by some larger and dommy male like me. Do not lie to yourself. Look at your own maleness, feel it throb under my body... feel that heat? It's mine and yours combined together into one."
His word pierced right through his mind like a bullet searing through the air to cut deeply, forming a gash right there. The wolf whined as he submitted completely, Y-Yes... I'm a big bitch... I'm your big bitch... oh please... mate me like a true dom that you are."
Quite cliché if you ask me but who fucking cares! Sam ignored all rational thoughts and humped even harder now. With every pounding, his balls churned and threatened to blow a whole fucking load right through the roof. It was closer... getting far closer than he would have imagined it to be. Claws extended and caressed against the wolf's heavily matted pelt, forming a paw mark right above his pecs. Both were lost for breath as the continued to fuck through the whole night. It was remarkable how the lion was able to hold out his orgasm while the wolf being able to receive such rough and exuberant fucking.
His tongue was copiously dripping with saliva right on top of the bed but that wasn't the only thing that leaked out; his cock seemed to be more than willing to let loose a few drizzle of pre. Soon enough, Sam wanted to claim this virgin ass as his. His urge to cum continued to rise and his humps were beginning to get sporadic. Each slap between balls and butt cheek turned him on so much that the next connection was going to be his last.
And that was what he did for the night. He let lose a thunderous roar and spilled his seed deeply into the wolf, slammed right in to the hilt. The cock head expanded and filled the bitch up, filling... and coating every nook and cranny that it could find. Shots after shots burst right in and the lion's paw felt the same way too. As he continued to enjoy his indescribable orgasm, claws dug right into his flesh but luckily for Peter, no blood was drawn from it. He was scared shitless but he couldn't do anything right now. The lion came as much as he could but sooner or later, he would have to stop... in which he did, in a matter of seconds.
Oh he felt so full... unusually full for a male. The wolf's bowels were filled with man batter and this was his first time getting cummed directly from his tail hole. Never before had he gotten such a great fuck in his life and he actually enjoyed it. Meanwhile, his cock was enjoying the treatment as well. Sam, gasped for breath and heaved up and down, noticed that rock hard cock and got to work as fast as he could. Large paw grasped upon the length and girth, stroking away in abandonment.
"F-Fuck yeah... *gasps* you love that, don't cha'?" Sam gasped in between breathes, "Come on! Cum for me! You've got a cock right in the ass and it has just marked you as his, you don't have to hold back any longer. Cum like you've wanted... you've been waiting all night to cum again."
"Please! Don't make me suffer..." Peter whined pathetically.
"Then fucking cum, dumb fucking bitch!"
Paw went faster and faster and with the help of canine pre, it wasn't much of a difficult task to begin with. His paws was becoming a blur as he pumped hard and fast, earning a yowl before Peter howled the second time, signaling his passionate orgasm that he has been waiting for. Sam gripped at the base and he let loose. Man seed splattered all over his chest and belly, at the same time, coating the lion's great paws as well. If one would think that the first orgasm of the night would be the in quantity, this one proved to be wrong otherwise.
He kept shooting... and shooting... another final shot and Peter howled like a feral beast. Sam wasn't about to let him relax though. Licking his lips like a little child, he bent down and lapped right at the head of that cock. His tongue grazed and licked the entire remnant of cum that still lingered right at the tip. Tip of tongue flicked forth upon the urethra and he was done.
Sam flopped right on top of the wolf and purred happily, licking on his ears as a sign of dominance once more. Peter, however, didn't mind this at all. The effects of the alcohol had finally eased up and he was sober enough to know what was happening. Despite the knowing feeling that he was just male raped by the bartender, a brawny and hot bartender if he might add, a massive and throbbing headache had started to emerge from deep within.
Peter groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose before going on to his forehead. The lion saw his paw moved right up and he knew what he was going through. Yeah, he's gonna have a terrible hangover the very next morning but who cares. He's got his ass, fucked a damn hunky straight guy from the bar and he broke him into liking gay sex, not to mention his role turning into a subby. Sam chuckled at that and purred heavily, both arms wrapped around the wolf like a big teddy bear. However, he wasn't about to pull his cock out. It was limp, that much he knew but he wanted to keep it there, till the next morning that is.
"You liked that, don't you, arrogant wolf."
"Shut... the... fuck... up... faggot..." Peter winced.
"You're the big faggot now, getting riled up over a cock in your ass," Sam nuzzled upon his neck, scratching over his abs, feeling male seed right at the side, "Admit it, you like getting fucked. You were shouting for it."
The wolf sighed in defeat, "Dammit... okay... fine... I liked - "
"Love,"
He growled, "Fine. I loved it. I love getting my ass pummeled by a larger male. Fuck it... man... my head hurts..."
Sam chuckled softly, "Get some sleep. It'll get better, I promise. I have the perfect solution for such a massive hangover."
Peter nodded and tried to get some shut eye.
"Oh, and one more thing," the lion whispered gently, "Next time, don't mess with a lion. This is what you'll get."
I'm finally done! i'm really sorry if i messed up with the berr/wine thingy. i'm not that educated with the wine industry and I just got it off from what my friends drink in the club and stuff. I'm not a drinker. so... extremely shallow on it. R&R guys! Cookies!! I hope that this is good enough.