Lion Longings
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A lion's mistake leads to lustful copulation after his sister calms him down through her own, frisky means.
This is a short story I wrote last year, just before the New Year's Eve. It's been sitting on my folder, untouched for almost 3 months, before it finally came to light during a random sweep born of laziness. It features lions of the kinky sort that would do anything to extract pleasure, be it from games, arguing, or warm, lustful coupling.
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Sambu tried to ignore the puffing warmth dabbing around his ear. He was dreaming of a particularly enjoyable hunt. A big gazelle was testing his endurance, and his claws almost sunk into its tender rump.
"Come on, you lazy pile of fluff. It's long past noon!"
Sambu's ear twitched at his sister's mellow voice. She was a persistent one, never backing down once a thought entered her mind. She licked inside his ear, released a gruff snort when nothing happened, then gripped the hairy tuft behind it.
So that's how she played. Sambu opened his amber eyes and rolled on his back. His paw gripped onto his sister, dragging her down along with him.
"You know I hate it when you grab my mane," he said, pressing her lighter body against his.
"That tuft of fur can hardly be called a mane," she said drily and slapped the warm pads of her paw on top of Sambu's nose.
He sniffed in the earthly fragrance, nipping at the fur between the toes. He knew how annoying that was for any sensible lion. Shayla's paw trembled violently, then retreated back in the blink of an eye.
The toothy snarl of a pissed lioness replaced it shortly after. "Don't ever do that again if you value your fur," she said, pressing her nose against Sambu's.
"You started it," the male replied, teasing her bared fangs with a quick flick of his tongue.
Shayla avoided his nimble tongue and pulled on his sensitive whiskers. "And you continued it."
"Grawr! Who's being a pest now?"
Shayla smiled and pulled harder. She earned a slap on her forehead for that, but she didn't mind that much. Annoying her brother was a lot more important than her own welfare. Sambu wrapped his forepaws around her neck. The two lions rolled in the grass. They growled in their earnest once the scuffle picked up, pawing and nipping at each other. Sambu was slightly stronger, yet Shayla's age showed. She maneuvered around him, gaining the upper edge. Sambu tried a neck bite. He was too slow though, and Shayla used his weakness to make her move. She pushed hard against Sambu's joints, restraining his front legs before biting around his unprotected neck.
"I win," she hissed.
"Not fair," Sambu mewled in defeat. His sister was better at everything!
Shayla released her grip, dashing her pink tongue along her pale muzzle. "Few things are, brother," she said, then treated him with another long lick before backing away. "Come now. It's almost sunset, and my appetite matches a hyena's."
Sambu shook off his irritation and scrambled on his paws. He knew better than sulking like a cub. "They eat bones, and...tails. Are you sure you want to compare yourself to them?"
"We don't have to like them, brother. I was just pointing out a fact."
"I know," Sambu agreed with a dip of his head and followed her lead towards the hunting grounds. He wasn't in the mood to catch prey. He felt tired and bitter compared to how he felt inside that perfect dream. The gazelles didn't even spot him. Sambu was a master stalker, a deadly hunter, and sometimes something else, depending on the dream.
A particular memory made him focus back on his sister. She walked slowly, flicking her tawny tail this way and that. Sambu followed her brown tuft with every swish. It flowed in the air, moving with unmatched grace, just like the lioness who owned it. Sambu switched his gaze towards the base of her tail, then slowly climbed above her shifting rump. Shayla was slightly bigger than him. An extra year gave her a bigger size, better developed muscles, wit to match a vulture's and a mature, sandy colored fur to wrap everything up.
And that was not the only part of her that became ripe with age. Suave scents entered Sambu's nostrils with every breath, heating the young lion's thoughts. It was slightly annoying how Shayla's scent changed. It smelled different, stronger, and instilled a general sense of uneasiness.
Sambu shifted his eyes towards the golden grasses bowing under the gentle breeze, seeking distraction. There was nothing particularly enticing about plants, and his thoughts quickly returned to Shayla. He wanted to do certain thing to her. Things that scared, unnerved, and excited him in equal measures.
He shook his head, warding off the annoying flies buzzing around his ears. Those were a distraction most of the times, yet Sambu's attention shifted back towards his sister. No matter what he did, his eyes always found their way beneath Shayla's tail, and the wet splotch of pink hiding underneath.
And Sambu had no idea why. He knew every part of his sister as intimately as he knew himself. They played together since their youth, and noticing their genders was bound to happen at a later age. As they matured, Sambu and Shayla began experimenting, often tasting and teasing each other with either a paw or a tongue. Those games were silly and fun, compared to the distress Sambu found himself in this very moment.
"Move those limp paws, brother. I am not going to hunt for both," Shayla said. Her tail flicked impatiently over her gender, spreading her scent all around.
Sambu inhaled a particularly large quantity of her aroma when her words rolled inside his drooped ears. "Wh-what?" he asked, rubbing his nose with a paw.
"Your ears got lazy too?" she turned her head around to check on him.
"A fly distracted me," Sambu placed his paw back on the ground.
"A fly conquered the mighty lion's attention. How typical of you," Shayla said sarcastically and turned her head around, continuing her walk.
Sambu caught a glimpse of her exposed sex before the tuft of her tail slapped his muzzle. He tried to catch it, but Shayla was too quick for him.
"I'm male. Perhaps I have inherited my father's laziness," he said grumpily and padded until he walked at her side.
Shayla growled with amusement. . "I believe you, but only because you're cute."
She then rubbed her head against his. Her scent filled Sambu's nostrils, and her caress was most delightful. Warmth seeped into him, traveling down his spine until he dispersed into his tingling crotch. He knew he was getting aroused. His heated blood pulsated across his spine, thrumming with heated waves of bliss.
Sambu mrowled and gently nipped on his sister's neck.
"Sambu..."
"What?" the young lion asked, feigning ignorance.
His rump received a heavy smack.
"This!"
"What was that for?"
"You know very well what, you fluffy tease. When I said hunting, I meant it."
"Surely you didn't imply something else?" Sambu asked, heart beats quickening with strange eagerness.
"No," Shayla growled curtly. She stretched her neck, adopting the pose of a true huntress.
Sambu's hopes fell along with Shayla's paw. She not only loved to talk, but punish as well. He took the hit without complaints, allowing her soft pads to trail down his neck until they met the dusty ground.
"And before you stray further from the topic, I said I will not hunt for both of us. Not this time."
Sambu nodded and kept his muzzle shut. He had a few clever replies in mind, but his sister seemed intent of catching something. Besides, he was quite hungry as well. His stomach complained audibly, eliciting another laugh from his sister.
He liked her fickle nature. And the soft voice traveling between those pristine fangs of hers. Her eyes were beautiful too, bearing the green of grass after a healthy monsoon. Sambu blinked, then opened his eyes to her lithe, yet powerful body. In hindsight, everything about Shayla was beautiful. No single part stood above the others, knitting everything into a single, perfect whole.
"Saw something?" she asked, eyes squinted with purpose.
"Nothing yet," Sambu lied and followed her example. Somehow, it seemed improper to bestow a full blown compliment on her. More so when his fur began to itch with desire. Sambu swished his tail again, tensing when his member poked a bit further out of his plump sheath. Premature arousal was often the bane of a hunt. It meddled with the senses and filled the mind with distracting thoughts. Mating was most prevalent in his thoughts, and Sambu's eyes desperately searched for distraction.
"There's no prey here."
"Stark observation," Shayla quickened her pace. "Keep up. You know where we're headed."
Sambu eagerly increased his strides. Running fed on energy, and after a dozen lengthy strides his mind became clearer. Trees passed by in a blur. The grasses also became thicker as they approached the shady oasis, shielding the two lions from view.
Shayla took the lead. She crouched, advancing with slower steps. Her pose was tense with purpose, and her steps small and measured.
Sambu followed her closely. She had her eyes set on a herd of gazelles that drank from the sun basked water. He licked his muzzle, choosing the biggest one before a black flicker distracted him. Sambu looked to his left, towards a cluster of trees. A leopard just dropped from its perch, tail held high for everyone to see.
"That one has a limp," Shayla whispered.
"And that one is going to ruin our hunt."
"What are you babbling about?" Shayla asked.
"That spotted pest," Sambu poked his sister with a paw, then pointed his nose towards the leopard.
Shayla growled softly and turned back to her gazelles. "Just a runt. Ignore him."
"Our prey won't. We should get rid of him," Sambu insisted.
"Takes too long. We're here to hunt, not chase away tree scampers!" Shayla hissed, fangs bared with irritation.
"It will only take me a moment." Sambu slinked away.
"No," Shayla tugged on his tail. "You bailed on the last three hunts. No more."
"I'm not going to-"
Shayla cut him. "That's what you always say before-"
Now it was her turn to turn to remain speechless. Sambu pushed the ground hard and darted towards the leopard. Within a dozen leaps, he reached the spotted pest. Its fur rose along his spine and its muzzle contorted in a savage snarl. A pitiful threat aimed to discourage lesser predators. Sambu pushed harder, chasing the smaller cat until it fled atop its glorified tree, where it spat and pawed at the golden menace pacing underneath.
"You'd better stay there," Sambu growled at his cowering adversary.
The leopard seemed content inhabiting its tree. It turned around and lifted its tail, spraying a rain of warm drops upon the lion below.
Sambu closed his eyes. He was used to spitting leopards, but spraying ones belonged to a different breed. He roared his anger at the pest and tried to climb the tree. His claws dug into the frail bark, shattering it into frail fragments. The tree was too dry, and Sambu too heavy. He had to come up with another plan.
Sambu looked back at the leopard, then back at his tree. If he could not pounce him, he could at least annoy him. He tore the bark with his powerful claws and turned around, spraying his scent over the leopard's tree.
A roar shattered the silence, followed by the eerie laughter of hyenas. Sambu's blood froze as he turned around. Shayla stood above her kill, turning and lashing out at four hunched assailants. The hyenas drew back in turns, attacking only from behind. They nipped at the lionesses' tail, trying to seize advantage. Shayla lashed out with renewed ferocity, bloodying muzzles and splitting noses.
Sambu sprinted towards them. Anger fueled his muscles, along with the imminent sense of danger. Clumps of dirt flew between his unsheathed claws, and deep breaths entered his opened muzzle. Even so, he struggled to maintain his speed. Lions were built for endurance, and Sambu still had quite a bit of ground to cover.
He stopped, roaring out his distress. The hyenas looked at him, then resumed their attack with renewed ferocity. The presence of a male came off as a dire warning, and they wanted that kill more than ever.
Shayla pounced one of them and bit into its neck. Her grip didn't last more than a few seconds. The other three charged from behind, slamming into her. The lioness jumped up and fled, snarling savagely as the hyenas nipped for her tail. They gave chase briefly before returning to their newly claimed kill. Chasing a lion was just not worth the effort.
Sambu stopped. His blood churned with a mixture of feelings. He failed Shayla, and most of all, ruined her hunt. He expected retribution, and it swiftly came in the shape of an angry lioness. Shayla sprinted right towards him, eyes blazing with anger. She leaped as soon as she got close enough, crashing into her brother. Sambu did nothing to avoid her. He accepted his punishment, and the two lions rolled in a heap of paws, tails and growls until Shayla stood above Sambu, fangs dripping with spite.
"You stupid, careless male. If you were there, with me, instead of chasing that stupid leopard, we could've-"
She choked, heaving a few times. Sambu waited wordlessly. He argued in the past, and that never ended up well.
Shayla licked the saliva off her contorted lips and pressed her exposed fangs closer. "We would have something in our bellies instead of empty promises."
They waited there, looking at each other until Shayla jumped off. "I will hunt alone next time. Don't even think of joining me."
"I won't, if that pleases you," Sambu rolled on his side.
Shayla moved away from his approaching muzzle and looked towards her kill. The hyenas that feasted on her prey laughed and mocked her with every bite they took.
"Their death would please me, brother."
Sambu looked into her eyes, then dipped his head in acknowledgement. "Then we'll kill them. I'll go alone if you want me to."
Shayla looked at him, then at the hyenas, and finally at her paws. "No...it takes too much energy, and sulking alone is always worse."
She backed off a few steps, pushing her head under her brother's neck.
"Not if I can help it," Sambu licked her twitching ears. "Let me turn my mistake into something more than bitterness and regret."
"That's a bold request, brother."
"As bold as a huntress standing against four scavengers," Sambu rubbed his head against her shoulder.
Shayla growled softly and pushed into the pleasant caress. "Grrr, now you're being a pest," she said, laying down on her side once Sambu insistently prodded under her belly.
"A pest? I only want to groom you," he said innocently.
"I very much doubt that," Shayla said, licking the tip of a fang. "So tell me, brother. How do you plan on rectifying your mistake?"
"Through this," Sambu licked her muzzle with a long, broad sweep. His tongue stretched the fur along her chin, tasted the warm saliva resting between her fangs, then climbed up her cold nose, leaving her fur matted all the way to her eyebrows.
Shayla shivered with delight. Her front paws wrapped around Sambu, pushing him closer against her tawny chest. "Warmth will not buy forgiveness."
He shook off the grip and licked one of her ears. "Maybe not," Sambu whispered softly and rubbed her head with a slow, silky motion until he climbed down towards her muzzle. His teeth gently grazed the short fur, flaring the lioness' purr. "Or maybe I will just wash your worries away."
He licked thrice, finding his way around her muzzle with every caress of his barbed tongue.
Shayla closed her emerald eyes and melted in the flow of affection. "You clever bastard..."
"I know your weaknesses, sister," Sambu said as he hovered above her pink nose. "I know where to lick," he dabbed with the tip of his tongue. "How to lick," he sought her chin. "And how long to insist."
He grazed softly along her neck. Shayla stretched her limbs with a soft leonine growl. "You win," she mewled, pushing a moist paw inside his nose. "Now put that tongue to better use."
Sambu licked her paw. Shayla always kept them clean. She groomed every morning, and paid special attention to her sensitive pads. Sambu too slinked his tongue between her digits, careful on what parts rubbed against her oversensitive pads. The gap between tickles and pleasure was small, and he wanted to provide just one of those.
Once he finished with her front legs, Sambu rubbed her broad chest. He used both his tongue and paws to knead the strong muscles underneath, providing ripples of soothing relaxation. Shayla's legs kicked every so often, and her tail swished between her spread flanks. She wanted him to go lower, and that's exactly what Sambu did.
He ventured closer to her lower belly, trailing his tongue along the soft nubs hiding inside her sandy fur. Shayla's nipples were underdeveloped compared to the hefty scent emanating from her exposed lips. Sambu drew his head back, staring at her gender. The patch around the pink entrance was wet and spiky thanks to the trickles of arousal fleeing with every wet shudder of her muscles. Shayla's sex effectively quivered with arousal, begging for a taste.
Sambu licked his muzzle and approached. He didn't need meat to fill his belly. Shayla's fertile scent nurtured his instincts and chased away the pesky hunger. It was rich, strong, and overpowering. Sambu's nostrils flared, inhaling the sweet miasma. His blood quickened, his muscles tensed, and his eyelids became unreasonably heavy.
He approached closer, until his nostrils stood right above her twitching lips. The heat became even more intense, and Sambu couldn't control his rising need any longer. His tongue poked, pressing hard against Shayla's slit.
Her flesh was warm, just like the growl rippling from her throat. She shuddered, slapping her tail hard once the contact was made. Sambu kept his tongue in place, feeling her soft shivers before he slid it sensually along her exposed flesh. His barbs clung to her fur and sneaked between her lips, collecting every trace of moistened arousal. There was plenty of it, especially between her twitching mounds. Sambu slid his tip inside. Heat surrounded him, and Shayla's growl thundered in his ears. She clamped hard, squirting more liquid arousal. Her juice flooded his tongue, and the following lick carried the fertile scent deep into his mouth.
Sambu growled, overtaken by the sheer strength of his instincts. Lust flooded his senses, and he licked his nose repeatedly, trying to shake off the overwhelming arousal pounding under his tail.
"Don't fight it," Shayla spread her flanks apart, revealing the soaked depths of her tunnel. "Instincts should be treasured, not shunned."
"Not even when I'm tempted to-" Sambu stopped. He couldn't voice out his burning desires. Not yet.
Shayla pushed a paw between his legs, rubbing it gently along his chest.
"Not even then, brother. You licked me before. You know how I taste, and I know how your gender feels upon my tongue."
"I know. I just...I don't know if this time I can control myself," Sambu licked his muzzle, uncertainty weighting down his words.
"You never know until you try," Shayla licked her whiskers expectantly, waving a paw towards her exposed need. "Besides, I'll push you over if you try anything more."
"Will you?"
"Of course," Shayla smiled. "Now be a good male and finish your grooming."
Sambu didn't think twice before attacking her wet folds. He cleaned her lips with frenzied licks, then slid between them with a heavy push of his muscular tongue. Shayla's narrow tunnel convulsed with pure delight. A long growl left her throat, followed by hard ripples along her muscles. She was much closer than Sambu anticipated, and he struggled to pierce as deep as he could. He slid inside her, retreated back for two throughout licks around her damp sex, then pushed back in. Shayla was warm and eager every time he sunk into her depths. She pulled in his tongue with heated desire, clamping it harder with each throb. Her growl lengthened, her muscles squeezed harder, and her paws grabbed each otheralong her chest, toes spread and claws widely exposed.
Shayla shook once before her arousal fled in a rapid stream of convulsing gushes. Slimy fluid fled from her spasming depths, taking Sambu right in the nose. The male slurped the fertile liquid. It was tangy and soft, a true delight for the senses. He quickened the spurts with pushes and rubs of his tongue, draining the blissful female until her flesh stood dry.
Sambu licked his dripping muzzle and pulled back. A fire burned within his belly, pulsating harder than his thrumming heart. Her release tug heavily at his mind, turning thoughts toward mating and clouding judgement. He couldn't mate her. Not like this.
Sambu growled lustfully and walked around, nudging and licking his sister while his tail twitched every few steps.
"That felt so filling," Shayla purred with delight. "Can you do it again?"
"I...I- think I can..." Sambu stuttered, lost in a frenzy of lustful thoughts.
"I know..." she kissed his muzzle with two wet licks. "You are confused. Conflicted. Aroused."
Aroused. That last part was painfully obvious. "I don't want that," Sambu licked her back with renewed passion. "You deserve a proper mate, Shayla. You and I...we can never-"
"Why?" She snarled. "We already share everything."
"But not cubs. Never cubs," Sambu said miserably and looked away.
"Why not?"
"The answer is as obvious as your scent, Shayla. We are brother and sister. We can play and pleasure each other. Nothing more."
"We don't share the same blood or seed. Our only tie is the pride."
"And it should remain that way," Sambu dropped on the ground and turned towards his pulsating rod.
"No," the lioness hissed.
He found his head pushed back by Shayla's paw.
"You are not going to spill your seed inside your hungry muzzle."
"I have to," Sambu's paws spread with desire. Warm shivers ran through his fur, tickling his poking erection.
"Then claim me," Shayla rolled on her belly, tail raised, tip trembling with eagerness. "Mount me, and relieve yourself of this pressing burden."
The temptation made his heart skip a beat. Sambu pressed his jaws tight and closed his eyes, ignoring the savage impulses. One heartbeat passed. Then another. Sambu stood a chance against the heated onslaught until something touched his most sensitive of places.
Sambu snarled at the sudden stimulation. His eyes snapped open and his legs trembled with delight. Shayla's paw pushed into his crotch. Too sudden. Too warm.
Sambu kicked all his legs and rolled away with a weakened roar. The brief touch brought him on the verge of release, and his sister barely allowed him a breather.
"I will take no other mate but you," she licked the back of his head with her barbed, lovely tongue.
"We're siblings," Sambu whispered.
"Only in name."
"That is enough for some."
"Not for me," Shayla said. "I want you. Every part of you."
"We can't mate!" he snapped at the needy female.
"Then you will be keeping your seed inside for a long while," Shayla hissed in his face.
Sambu scrambled on his paws and tried to run. Unfortunately, Shayla was ahead of him. She dragged him down until he fell on his back, then pushed her belly against his.
"You are the mate I want, Sambu, and I will have none other," she said stubbornly.
Sambu froze. She really meant what she said. Inside those glimmering eyes hid a sea of affection and desire. Shayla always cared for him. She hunted, played, and did everything she could not because of an old promise, but because of love.
She craved for this moment, and Sambu finally realized just how deep her affection ran.
"Shayla..."
"You can't win," she rubbed and pushed in search for his member. "Not this time."
"I know," Sambu tensed as her wet flesh left damp marks around his balls. She thrust just like a male, with greedy strokes and relentless stamina. "I just wanted to say that-"
"No more words," Shayla insisted.
"Wanted to say -"
A surge traveled through him, hotter and stronger than anything he felt in his life. Sambu tried to roar, but the enveloping warmth turned everything into a haze of pure bliss. His muscles flexed and tensed, and his member sunk inside warm, wet, throbbing muscles. Shayla took him whole, grabbing his leonine meat with all her might.
Sambu couldn't hold his seed inside. He slid too quickly between her tightening tunnel, and her spasms rubbed him harder than his own tongue ever did. Trapped and squeezed from all sides, Sambu could do nothing aside from releasing his pressing burden. His tail slapped the ground, his paws flexed and grabbed at anything they found, and his burning muscles spasmed once.
With a yowling cry, Sambu spilled his lust. The first jet traveled across his rock hard flesh, shooting deep into Shayla's heated tunnel. The lioness roared blissfully and raked the ground, flanks shivering with delight. She pushed into Sambu's perky sack, encouraging him to thrust harder and deeper.
That's exactly what he did. With every spurt, Sambu pierced and stimulated her untouched flesh, sending ripples of delight along her squirming muscles. Shayla tightened harder around him, milking his seed with shattering resolve. Sambu poured his lust with relentless jets. The two thrust against each other, slapping their wet genders. Dribbles of fluid fled Shayla's lips with each kiss of her wet lips, trailing down Sambu's tightening sack. The heat was overwhelming, and the friction sent them soaring higher than ever.
Both lions cried out their bliss until trickles replaced the healthy ropes of hot leonine essence. Even when he finished, Sambu still nibbled her neck, biting and moaning his fading lust.
Shayla licked his muzzle and rested her head on his underdeveloped mane. "That felt...incredible."
"It certainly did," Sambu released a spent moan. Trickles of fluids fell down his sack, reminding him of that hot, consuming bliss.
"Don't," Shayla said when he tried to dismount. "I like to feel you inside me."
"Even when I'm spent?"
"Even then. Remember your promise," she kissed his muzzle.
"I promised grooming, not mating," Sambu grumbled. He melted in the flow of affection with a mellow whimper. Shayla allowed it no other way. Her soothing tongue took everything it wanted, and her nether lips kissed Sambu's sheath every so often. Only his tip remained inside, and that was only thanks to her lazy leonine bum. She pressed hard against his sheath, refusing to allow his member to retreat inside.
"I will have you again, my mate. Won't allow you to give up after such a quick release." Shayla said.
Sambu tilted his head. "I was quick? You were soaking wet before you forced yourself upon me!"
"Can you blame me? Your tongue sought refuge inside me every morning since you matured."
Sambu was at a loss of words. "I...that's because...I was only grooming you."
"With a dozen tongue strokes?" Shayla smiled.
"It's a hard area to clean."
"Sure it is," Shayla clamped her muscles around him.
Sambu's paws jolted.
"You like that," Shayla said, washing his muzzle with a loving lick.
"Y-yes, it feels...quite enticing," Sambu whispered, quickly hardening inside her. The way she squeezed and suckled around his oversensitive flesh eroded his resistance, and Sambu knew he had only a few seconds before filling her yet again.
"Enticing, you say? How about this?" Shayla smiled, then slammed her hindquarters hard against his unprepared crotch.
Sambu roared harshly and burst again inside her convulsing depths. Shayla too joined in with her own roar. The two lions bit and licked around each other's muzzles, damping the intense heat with the warm saliva of their tongues.
"You're mine. All mine," Shayla thrust into his spurting rod, making sure no drop was left unclaimed.
"And I'll...I'll take no other mate but you," Sambu moaned, gripping her hard with all his limbs.
Together, the two lions rode the blissful waves until their muscles stung and their tongues ached with effort.
"I love you," Shayla collapsed.
"Same," Sambu whispered lazily before fatigue claimed him. His heavy eyelids fell over his amber eyes, though not before tasting his sister's muzzle. Sambu fell asleep to the scent of her fur, the taste of her lips, and the warmth of her flesh wrapped around him as he drifted off to sleep.