Leon stood in the middle of the largest, most pompous room he had ever seen. A vast hall with towering pillars of gleaming white marble, ornate reliefs depicting scenes from the oasis, and lavish ebony furniture with red silk padding and golden tassels. A dozen of tall golden torch stands provided ample illumination, dousing the splendor in warm flickers. The young lion's pawpads rested on heated, gold-engraved tiles and a gentle, balmy breeze blew around his stark naked body, caressing his slender, feminine body and golden-brown fur. There were several loungers scattered about a small pool right in front of him, and an entire wall was lined with tables, each on its own stacked with more food than the male had ever seen in his life. The only thing that drastically lessened his enjoyment of this heavenly place was the heavy, cast-iron shackles around his ankles, wrists, and neck, marking him not a visitor, a guest, but a prisoner of the queen.

Captured in a campaign a month ago, Leon had spent most of his time in prison, anxiously waiting for his captors to decide his fate. Today, the day of that decision had arrived, for two zebra guards had pulled him out of his cell and dragged him into this illustrious place. He hadn't been told what any of this was about, but he knew that he would find out soon enough. For now, he would just relish the atmosphere of absurd wealth as long as he could. Who knew where he would be tomorrow?

"Guards, you can remove his chains. I am certain he won't try anything stupid," an authoritative, melodious voice called from behind. Complying instantly, one of his guards reeled Leon by the end of his neck chain and unlocked the cuffs around his wrists and ankles before yanking them off one by one. Once the large zebra had freed the young lion from his restraints, he shoved him back forward with enough force that he tripped over his weakened legs and tumbled face-down onto the illustrious tiles.

The clicking of claws filled his ears as the new person came closer, demanding, "Get up!" Leon groaned and awkwardly pulled himself up from the ground, back on his knees. Looking up, he noticed a pair of golden-brown furred legs standing mere inches from his face. His heart skipped a beat as he spotted the rest of the person, realizing that none other than queen Oria herself stood before him in all her glory. A mature lioness with smooth, cream brown fur, a light midriff, and gleaming brown eyes. Her well-toned body was veiled in a translucent red outfit, a wide, gold-rimmed bra, and an airy loincloth held in place by a gold-encrusted belt. An attire that served more to accentuate her figure than hide it, barely concealing her ample assets. Not only did she look like she could tear him apart with her powerful arms, but she also had voluptuous, slightly hanging breasts with vast dark areolae and tantalizing, fat nipples, wide hips, and a plump, soft derriere. A few more fluttering ribbons of translucent red silk adorned her wrists and her ankles as well as the bottom and tuft of her swaying tail, and what she lacked in fabric, she made more than up for with jewelry, as her body was studded with gold and rubies, from her golden ankle bracelets, the rings on her fingers, bagels around her wrists, the exuberant pearl necklace, the ruby teardrop piercings in her navel and on her nipples, to the large and small hoop earrings decorating her round, fluffy ears. She was a sight to behold. A sight that made the captive lion's jaw drop to the floor.

"I assume you know who I am?" she stated, scrutinizing the young lion with a sweeping gaze from his toes to his mane-less head.

"Yes, I do," Leon stammered and reflexively lowered his gaze to avoid looking at the queen.

"Then address me by my title, will you?" she sneered. Grabbing his head, she forced him to look her straight in the eye, her gleaming brown orbs piercing right through his skull and into his soul. "I am your Queen now, so refer to me as such."

"O-of course, my Queen," Leon hastily replied, his heart pounding in his chest. The stakes had risen, as everything he did would now decide over his fate. It didn't matter that he was a prisoner of war from another kingdom. If he wanted her favor, he had to bow to her and her rule.

The lioness nodded, her discontent vanished in a heartbeat, and her face softened with a more benevolent smile. "Good. Smart boy. Do you know why I brought you here?"

"No, I don't know, my Queen." Leon only knew that whatever it was, it had to be significant enough to warrant an audience with her.

"You are here because you have a rare trait for a grown male lion. You lack a mane," queen Oria purred. Leon's ears perked up and a surprised whoop escaped his lips. This was the first time anyone called it a trait, and as praise coming from real royalty, it conjured a red, hot blush onto his face. "Not to mention that it also accentuates your slender, elegant body, firm ass, and snug sheath. You are here because you are a pretty girly boy and I have a weakness for those." With a wanton grin on her muzzle, she bent down and brushed her paws over his neck and chest. "Oh, is that a hint of pink I see there? Are you getting excited, boy?"

A wave of embarrassment washed through Leon as she commented on his swelling erection. He gritted his teeth and tried to think of something else, coarse sand, dry desert winds, and the oppressive desert sun, but it didn't help. He simply couldn't distract himself from her alluring sight. Inch by inch, his barbed prick slid further out of his sheath and rapidly grew to full size. "I'm sorry, my Queen."

"You don't need to be sorry about a natural reaction, boy. In fact, I am delighted to see this reaction," Oria singsonged and turned around, raising her slender tail just enough to give him an unrestricted view of her butt, her dark pucker and cleft beaming at him. "I have an offer for you, prisoner. An offer that only a handful of males have received so far. I grant you the chance to join my harem and become my servant."

Her offer took Leon by surprise. His breath hitched and his voice failed him as he stared at the mature female, his thoughts turning into an utter mess. Of all the things that could have happened, he never expected that the most powerful queen of the lands would want to take him as a servant.

"As a part of my harem, you will be granted a bed in my palace, food and drink of immaculate quality, access to the palace's amenities, and the freedom to roam the royal oasis at your leisure," the lioness elaborated and licked her lips. "In return, you will serve me and my guards with your body and mind, eager and willing to fulfill my every desire."

After spending all of his life at the edge of the desert, struggling to survive from day to day, her offer sounded like paradise. Glancing at the tables of food, their lavish bounty didn't feel so out of reach anymore. Leon realized that as her servant, he would never have to go to sleep hungry again, and he couldn't even begin to fathom what other kinds of amenities and comforts her palace held. On the other side, he also knew that the exceptional treatment came at a price, instilling doubt in his mind. He wasn't sure what it meant to serve her, what she would ask and demand of him, but he wouldn't know if he didn't even try. Besides, her offer was, in any case, better than remaining a prisoner for the rest of his life. The young lion nodded quickly, "It w-would be an honor to join your harem, my Queen."

"A wise decision. However, you have to prove yourself and master three trials before I can grant you a spot in my harem. Show me that you are worthy. Are you ready, boy?"

Leon swallowed nervously as he tried to imagine what challenges she might have in store for him. Put on the spot like that, he had honestly never felt less prepared in his life, and yet, the certainty that this was the only chance he would ever get filled him with enough determination to push forward into the unknown. "Yes, my Queen, I am ready."

"Splendid. Let us begin the trial. First of all, I must ensure that you obey every order and command I give you without hesitation." Queen Oria sat down on her lounger and lay back, spreading her legs apart just enough to tease Leon with another glimpse of her dark folds.

The lioness languidly lifted her right leg and hovered her paw in front of the kneeling lion's face. Covered in trimmed, brown fur, its underside was capped by a soft, shimmering ebony paw pad and four diverging toes, each adorned with a sharp, black claw and a thick toe bean. "Clean my feet, servant, and don't miss a spot," she issued her first order with a naughty grin. Spreading and turning her foot paw, she granted him another moment to admire it before she pushed it into his face, pressing her paw pad right against his lips. 

He cautiously sniffed her foot, filled his nostrils with a mixture of dust, rose perfume, sweat, and a lingering, slightly musky natural odor, a mixture that was a lot milder but at the same time more thrilling than anticipated. Leon had never really cared about paws before. To him, they were mere tools meant to carry his body from one place to another, but with hers in his face, that indifference made way for a rising curiosity. He parted his lips and briefly flicked his tongue over the ebony paw pad, taking the first taste of her pristine paw.

"No need to be shy, boy," Oria encouraged him with a rumbling purr. "I want you to properly clean it, not just play with it."

The young lion blushed as she called him out and pressed her tongue back against her paw pad, starting in the center and slowly ramping up the speed and fervor of his licks. Soon, his hesitant probing turned into diligent cleaning as he licked her foot as he would his own pelt, alternating between broad swipes from her toes down and circling licks that encompassed her entire pad at once. Once he was done with the center and had left the thick ebony skin glistening with a layer of saliva, he moved on to her toes. Leon ardently pushed his rosy muscle against each of her beans before wrapping it around each of her toes and guiding them into his muzzle, licking and sucking on them whole. 

With each toe, his excitement grew and he started to drool all over her foot, not because her paw was so exceptionally delicious, but because it belonged to the most powerful person in the oasis, the country, perhaps the entire desert. The mere idea of worshiping the queen's foot filled him with an incomparable thrill, and her appreciative sighs and a sonorous, rumbling purr told him that she was more than pleased with his current job.

Eventually, the lion even dared to raise a paw to grab her ankle and steady her foot. With a firmer grip on it, he could work it even more thoroughly and shove his tongue into every last nook and cranny without fear of her sole slipping away. 

Oria let him do as he liked, watching him with a naughty grin and sparkling brown eyes while she casually slipped a paw between into her crotch. Splaying her legs a little further, she rewarded Leon with a show for his efforts. With one finger on each side of her cunt, she teasingly spread her dark folds just enough to reveal a glistening sparkle of pink before she slowly moved her digits together, curled them back, and slipped them into her depths, moaning with relish as she started to finger herself right in front of him. "Keep licking, boy," she sighed. "Don't let anything distract you."

Leon blushed as he realized that her alluring show had brought his licks to a halt. Shaking his head and blushing, he picked up where he had left off and finished the last spots on her otherwise clean and spit-soaked paw.

Soon, the mature lioness decided that he had given her first paw its due attention and unceremoniously switched to her other paw, insistently and expectantly pushing it against his muzzle. Still in the flow, Leon continued without missing a beat. With his tongue hanging from his muzzle, he pressed it against her other paw pad and carried on with the same thorough diligence as before, licking and slurping her foot from the tip of her clawed toes to the fuzzy back. 

While Leon was occupied with Oria's second set of toes, worshiping her paw with lavish licks and kisses, she slowly pulled him closer to her and stretched out her other foot, reaching for his swollen pecker. His affections faltered for just a moment and he gasped as her soaked paw pad pushed against his sensitive cock, sending a surge of pleasure through his spine. The lioness wasn't satisfied with a single caress, though, and started to languidly rub her soaked pad up and down his barbed length. Now and then, she even slid his leaky tip between two toes and squeezed it, adding a squirt of pre to her spit-drenched paw. 

Every touch made the young lion's heart beat a little faster, his body filling with excitement as the queen herself granted him a footjob and pushed him ever closer to an orgasm. Just like that, his first trial had turned into a reward and sparked a real appreciation for paws in his young, impressionable mind.

Eventually, Oria seemed satisfied with the other paw as well and pulled it away. "I am impressed by your diligence, boy. You have performed a thoroughly satisfactory job," she sighed with a saucy grin, still vigorously fingering herself. "Please, there is no need to hold back. Come over your Queen's feet whenever you like, you paw slut." Rubbing her paw even faster against his taper, her grin grew as she watched Leon succumb to his mounting arousal. Then, just as he was about to blow, she swiftly pushed her other paw back into his face, shoving two of her toes down his muzzle. Only when he was literally gagging on her foot, she relieved him from his pent-up lust, triggering his orgasm with a single stroke of her paw.

The entire world slowed around Leon as the orgasm hit him, and he came with a muffled cry. With her paws in his face and on his dick, they became the only things in the world that still mattered, their smell, sight, and feel burning into his brain and solidifying his newly-fledged desire for them. His body tensed up and he shot his load all over her foot, soaking her toes and her paw pad, and squirting enough through the clefts of her toes to drench the furry back with plenty of milky white as well. 

Still with her fingers in her cunt, the queen hurriedly rubbed herself to a climax and joined him with a deep growl. Her cunt contracted violently and exploded with juices, squirting and spraying them all over her abdomen.

After their orgasms washed over and faded, the lioness pulled away from him and dipped a finger into the mess. She gave Leon's semen a curious sniff, licked it off her finger, and smacked her lips, humming appreciatively. "Not too bad, boy. I wouldn't mind seeing more of your zeal, but you are not quite ready yet. As a member of my male harem, it is not only your duty to serve me, your Queen, but you shall also serve my personal guard with your body and abilities. So, please, bend over and show me what you can do with my stallions, boy." 

Oria snickered and gestured at the two zebra guards. Leon had already forgotten their existence and grimaced when he was reminded of them. They stepped forward and surrounded him with raunchy, telling grins on their slender faces. Each of them was a towering behemoth, at least two heads taller than he, with impressive muscles and short black-and-white fur. Their bodies were oiled, a treatment that accentuated their stripes and bulging muscles, and their manes were trimmed to perfection. Just like the queen, they were dressed in a scanty attire that barely qualified as a uniform. Adorned with a plethora of gold, piercings, rings, and bangles, both wore a skimpy red loincloth that haphazardly concealed their massive half-erect black cocks and nothing else.

"You've heard our Queen, slut. It's our turn now," one of the burly guards grunted and ripped off his loincloth, brazenly stroking his swelling shaft to its full size.

Leon gasped as he suddenly felt the males' paws on his hide. They grabbed his limbs with reckless force, crudely pulling him away from the queen and dropping them directly between them. He wasn't too happy about the overly rough treatment, but he figured that this was just part of the deal. What else did he expect from buff, unrefined guards? Biting his tongue, he kept his muzzle shut and waited to see what the zebras were actually up to.

One of the males dropped down behind him, pulled his buttocks apart, and shoved his face right into his crack. Not a second later, the lion felt the zebra's big, wet tongue on his asshole, rimming him with powerful strokes all the way from his sack to his tail. The intense treatment coaxed a girlish moan from his lips and before he knew it, the stallion's tongue had broken through his tight ring and was digging its way deeper into him with vigorous thrusts, darting back and forth in a rapid frenzy.

Leon didn't get a lot of time to appreciate the anal affection, though, because the other buff male forced his way back into his consciousness. Roughly grabbing his head, the stallion shoved Leon's muzzle against the rim of his sheath. "Take a deep whiff and remember it, slut. That's the smell of your future. And now get to licking, taste my cock and worship it, kitty." The mane-less lion reluctantly sniffed the dusky, sweaty skin and reflexively gagged as the guard's pervasive musk invaded his nostrils, quickly infiltrating every part of his nose and drowning out any other smell. His fierce reaction elicited a rumbling laugh from the stallion and he teasingly rubbed his sheath all over Leon's face to cover it with his scent.

"Remember, if you fail to please us, we're just going to take what we deserve, slut."

A threat whose consequences Leon didn't really want to know. Driven by his promising future, he swallowed the bitter pill and tentatively licked the black sheath. It was salty from sweat and just as musky as it smelled, filling his muzzle and every last taste bud with a pungent flavor. A flavor so strong that he had to pause because he needed a moment to process and stomach it. Fortunately, his senses eventually got used to the strong taste and his repulsion weakened, allowing him to return to the sweaty black cock and slowly start licking it, much to the zebra's satisfaction. With a pleased snort, the stallion loosened his tight grip around the lion's head and let him do his job. "A good start. Keep it up, kitty, and don't stop. And once you're done, I might even have some tasty milk for you."

Meanwhile, the other zebra stopped rimming him and pulled back his long tongue with a slow, lewd slurp. Without breaking the movement, he licked one of his fat fingers and shoved it knuckle-deep into his quivering, spit-lubed asshole, plugging it back up. The young male groaned as the digit spread his insides, but he didn't get much time to adapt to the new sensation because the stallion immediately proceeded to thrust his finger back and forth, completely overloading the lion's unprepared mind. He reflexively tensed up around the other male's finger, but his body's rejection barely even slowed the stallion's finger assault. 

"Loosen up and relax, fuck toy. The fun hasn't even begun yet," the guard chuckled raucously and paused for just a moment to add another finger, doubling the girth and thrusting even harder and deeper than before. Bit by bit, he added even more fingers and began to curl and spread his digits, exploring and loosening the lion's insides even further.

Leon was heaving and panting, grunting and groaning at the ruthless fingering, and just when he thought it couldn't get any more intense, the guard proved him wrong again. Pulling his paw out of the lion's butt, he made a fist and insistently pushed it against the loosened sphincter. The lion whimpered with shock when the massive fist suddenly passed through his asshole and his voice swelled to a confused cry as it slammed deep into his guts. His vision exploded with stars and his entire lower body was showered with numb tingles, but somewhere hidden like a pearl in a shell, there was a sparkle of pleasure.

"Hey, less dreaming and more licking, slut. Get used to it, won't be the last time you feel it," the other stallion snorted dismissively and grabbed Leon's head, slowly guiding it to the bloated tip. Once the lion's muzzle rested against his throbbing urethra, he gave his cock a hard squeeze and squirted a big wad of pre all over the feline's face, soaking his golden-brown fur with the sticky mess and filling his nostrils with more of his masculine stench.

"Drink!"

Leon quickly parted his lips and obeyed the resolute command, too overwhelmed by the males' assertiveness and stimulation to think clearly anymore. He diligently lapped up the salty precum and gulped it down while the other guard began to shove his entire fist back and forth through his guts. Pump after pump, the stallion broke him in, crushing his prostate into submission and pounding his brain to mush. Confused cries of pleasure sputtered from the girly lion's throat, his voice heating up as he yielded to the crude fisting and the musky taste of zebra pre. With combined forces, they turned Leon's hesitation into raw pleasure, and after another minute of vigorous pounding, he came hard. Twitching in their grip, he squirted a wet volley of cum over the precious tiles, inciting raunchy laughter from the guards. 

"Looks like our fuck toy's a proper butt slut, eh?"

"Let's see if he's a good cocksucker, too," the other zebra cackled, waiting for Leon to let out another orgasmic cry so he could wrench his turgid tip into his widening muzzle. 

The lion whimpered as his jaw was abruptly stretched to its limits, but the guard didn't give him any time to cope with the pressure. Without missing a beat, he shoved his throbbing meat deeper into Leon's maw, flushing his taste buds with a new wave of tangy pre. "Keep licking and stroking, slut. We're only done once I nut down your noisy throat, got it?"

The other guard was now ready to progress to the main course as well. Pulling his fist out of Leon's anus, he mounted his rear and rammed his fat cock up his ass. A desperate cry escaped the young lion as the massive meat speared his guts and stretched his ring back to its limit, but thanks to the thorough preparation, it felt much better than feared. Even though the zebra started thrusting away right away, reaming his ass with no mercy or consideration, it was a huge improvement over his rough, uncomfortable fist. His bloated penis was warm, flexible, and smooth. It felt like it actually belonged inside him and every stroke sent a mountainous wave of stimulation through his battered mind. Within a few thrusts, Leon was howling and crying with pleasure, and he didn't even mind when the stallion grabbed his tail and pulled it, using it as extra leverage to pound his tight ass even harder.

The next minutes were an impressive demonstration of the guards' raw strength. Turns out that their monumental muscles weren't just for show, but perfect for breaking and pounding slutty, girly lions like him into utter submission. Ideal to make a kitty like him moan and whimper with pleasure.

As his lust surged and mounted, Leon's perception of the hunks changed and shifted. Their roughness, their overbearing sweaty and musky scent, and their assertive behavior didn't discourage him anymore. No, their crude charm made him enjoy the pounding even more as they carried him to yet another orgasm. The stallion pounding his ass even gave him a sloppy reach-around, more than he had ever received from anyone in prison. Just like that, his second trial had turned into a reward as well, kindling a craving for strong, sturdy stallions in him.

Leon roared as the relentless stimulation pushed him over the edge again and he erupted with a powerful climax, adding a few more squirts of milky cum to the growing puddles on the floor. Just seconds later, the thrusts of the zebra in his ass slowed as his orgasm hit as well. His fat meat flared up, stretching and visibly distending his insides before the stallion unleashed a massive torrent of hot, wet cum.

The other guard's schlong followed suit. His black tip flared inside Leon's muzzle and stretched his jaw to its limits, eliciting an audible crack in his joints. With his tongue pressed against the flat tip, the girly male felt every throb and every twitch as the guard's urethra opened up and pumped thick wads of sticky, warm jizz over his tongue, granting him a raw, unfiltered taste of his potent cream.
 
The stallions grunted and snorted viciously as they kept dumping their loads into the helpless, horny lion, and their orgasm simply wouldn't end! Even after two dozen squirts of cum, they were still going strong, pumping out more and more, enough to fill and swell his guts and stomach. Leon tried his best to swallow as much thick semen as he could, but it was just too much. It filled his muzzle to the brim, spilled over and dripped from his lips, and even washed back into his nose, filling every crack it could find.

"Well, if you don't want to swallow, then you don't have to," the zebra commented. With a wicked grin, he yanked his cock out of Leon's muzzle and began to jerk it vigorously, spraying his sticky, hot semen all over the girly lion's face. He blasted his lips, his nostrils, his eyes, and cheeks before he made sure to squirt it into his ears, and once Leon's face was thoroughly soaked and dripping with musky zebra cum, the stallion spread his naughty gift to the rest of his body. Holding him steady, the guard showered his chest and shoulders with the remaining few squirts of semen. Not enough to completely soak his fur, but more than enough to mark him with his scent.

As soon as the zebra released his grip, Leon slumped to the floor. The other male seized the moment to disengage as well. He grabbed the lion's tail again and pulled his cock out of his battered tailhole, leaving behind a gaping, leaking crater.

The young lion was finally free again, but he was also too weakened from the orgasm and pounding to get back up by his own strength. Still gasping for breath and coughing up cum, he struggled with the aftermath of the forced facial. His head was covered in thick cream, his torso streaked with white goo, and his midriff was bulging and sloshing with half a gallon of zebra jizz, heavy and stuffed to the brim. The weak trickle that dribbled down his own little pink cock was really an absolute joke compared to the copious cumshots the two stallions had blessed him with.

While one guard was already busy getting back into his skimpy armor, his partner bent over Leon and gave him a kiss on his cum-drenched cheek. "It is always fun to get some fresh fuck meat to play with. I can't wait to breed your sweet ass again sometime, fuck toy." Then, he tucked his dripping, wet schlong back into his scanty loincloth and blew Leon a final kiss. "No really, you're welcome to pay me and the boys a visit whenever you want. Together, we'll make sure that you'll stay full and happy. You can suck as many cocks as you want, drink as much cum as you like, and experience what real males feel like. And if you visit us in the evening, I can guarantee that we'll give you the best night you'll ever have. A night of non-stop rutting and fucking, a huge gang-bang with you at the center." The blush on Leon's face deepened with every second as the stallion's lecherous words stoked his lust and kindled new, depraved fantasies.

But at his queen's impatient gesture, the stallion immediately ceased his teasing, fell silent, and nodded. Without another word, he dutifully picked up the exhausted lion and set him down at the lower end of Oria's vast lounger. Then, he stepped back and left him to their ruler. 

Oria examined her applicant with a lewd grin and lazily rubbed her feet over his body, caressing his bloated belly and coaxing a gush of cum from his gaping, broken asshole. "My guards sure did a number on you, poor boy," she cooed and pulled him up to her. Crossing her legs behind his back, she trapped his head right between her big thighs, her tempting dark folds just an inch from his face. "There's just one more thing left to do before I admit you into my harem. Show me how you worship a pussy, servant, and make me cum with nothing but your paws and muzzle."

This time, Leon didn't need to be asked twice to tackle the trial. After being teased with her cunt so many times before, he was finally allowed to indulge it. Conquering the last bit between her tantalizing offer and his muzzle, he pressed his lips against hers and took a deep whiff. Her feminine scent infused the air he inhaled, filled his nose to the brim, and stoked the blazing fires of lust inside him. After the stallion's overpowering masculinity, his sweat and cum, the queen's sweet, mellow scent was a refreshing change, and he licked her without even thinking about it, filling his muzzle with her flavor. A flavor that only exacerbated his desire for more, an appetizer for the main course.

Placing his paws around her crotch, Leon spread Oria's pussy just enough to reveal its pink core. He gave her folds another quick kiss before eagerly sliding his tongue into her moist channel. From there, his instincts guided him further and he began to vigorously thrust and curl his muscle, moaning blissfully as more of her taste flushed his muzzle.

The lioness threw back her head and growled gutturally as he rubbed his muscle against her sensitive walls, coiling and writhing it vigorously as he explored her insides. "Keep it up, boy, and don't hold back," she purred, pressing his face even deeper into her crotch. Trapped between her powerful legs and muffled by her cunt, there was only one way to go: he needed to make her cum. So he gave her all he got, worshiping her with as much fervor as he could muster. Not that there was anything he would've rather done right now.

With every second he spent eating Oria's cunt, more of her lewd sighs poured from her muzzle, and gushes of girl juices squirted and leaked from her moist slit. Leon swallowed every drop, cherishing her wet gift as if it was the nectar of the gods. Most of her sticky juices never found their way into his maw, though, but ran down his chin and stained his fur instead, soaking his entire face as he licked her in a heated, horny frenzy.

Leon's furious licks and slurps soon bore fruit as the queen's moans swelled and her body tensed up. She had completely lost herself in the pleasure and was getting closer and closer until one more lash of his tongue finally pushed her over the edge and triggered an abrupt, powerful orgasm. Oria voiced her bliss with a deafening roar and her thighs tightened around the lion's neck with enough force to suffocate him, stifling his breath while her pussy showered his maw and face with sticky girl cum, fluttering and contracting furiously around his tongue.

The young lion cherished her climax like a blessing from heaven, and he never stopped licking and slurping her twitching pussy even though his lack of air slowly but steadily muddied his thoughts and filled his vision with dots and sparkles. But driven by rampant lust, he wouldn't stop even if this was the last thing he would ever do.

Eventually, the queen's orgasm subsided, her body calmed down, and her muscles relaxed. Her thighs' oppressive chokehold finally loosened and Leon could breathe again. He inhaled with deep, wheezing strokes, sucked in as much air as he could to fill his burning, empty lungs. Each breath was still brimming with Oria's potent, intoxicating scent and it drove his already overstimulated brain absolutely crazy with lust.

But even though Leon had passed her final trial, she still kept her thighs locked around his neck, steadying his head with a paw and refusing to let him go. Staring at him with gleaming brown eyes, she lilted, "I'm thoroughly impressed by your devotion, boy. You have rightfully earned yourself a spot in my harem. However, before I let you go, I actually have an upgrade available for you if you're interested. One of my former personal servants parted with me to pursue ambassadorial duties, so you could take his place. What do you say? Are you interested?"

"What makes it an upgrade, my Queen?" Leon wheezed, still struggling for breath.

"Yes it the word you're looking for there but since you are new to this, I will elaborate. As my personal servant, you would sleep by my side, eat at my table, bathe in my tub, and get the opportunity to breed me when I go into heat. Personally, I would consider this an all-around upgrade. You only need to do one more thing for me." 

Leon snorted in surprise as a tiny squirt of fluid leaked into his muzzle, barely noticeable amid the mess on his face if it hadn't such a peculiar, pungent flavor. And he snorted again as he realized that it tasted like urine. 

"If you want that spot, you will swallow everything I give without spilling a drop. If this is too much to ask, you may tap my leg twice and I will give you free," Oria snickered, lazily massaging his head with her thighs as she waited for his decision.

At the moment, Leon wasn't really in any condition to make a rational decision. With his nose buried in the mature lioness's crotch and his brain barely receiving enough blood and oxygen to function, he was struggling to think at all, but perhaps his excessive arousal and muddied mind were a blessing rather than a drawback because they ultimately convinced him to just try his luck and embrace her depravity. To do something he probably would never have tried under any other circumstance, regardless of how good the promised reward was.

"No objections? Very well then. Prepare yourself, boy," queen Oria sighed with an effusive smile and a rumbling purr. Leon could feel her muscles relax with a visible shiver and mere seconds later, her flood gates opened, her folds began to shake, and a powerful stream of hot piss erupted from her urethra. It rushed directly into his muzzle and instantly coated every last taste bud with a tangy flavor. It was almost too much for him to handle, his natural aversion urging him to spit rather than swallow. He had to force himself to swallow the pungent filling before it spilled over and forfeited his shot at an even better life. Fortunately, as soon as he had broken through his aversion and gulped the first mouthful of piss, the following gulps came easier and easier, and before he knew it, he was chugging the warm fluid without wasting too many thoughts on its origin and nature.

Leon tried his best to contain her ample output, but he quickly realized that he just wasn't fast enough to keep up with her. His muzzle filled faster than he could swallow, and eventually, the first gushes of wet, hot urine spilled over his lips, streaming down his chin and soaking into the padding beneath Oria's crotch. Even worse, as soon as some of it washed back into his nose, it tripped him up and made him sneeze, completely ruining his flow and making it impossible for him to keep swallowing. His slip-up didn't stop the lioness, though, and she just kept pissing all over his face while he was snorting and struggling. Fortunately, her bladder was almost empty anyway and the golden stream died down before things could get too messy and embarrassing.

Once the queen was done, she insistently patted her crotch, urging him to clean her up. Leon understood and obeyed in a heartbeat. He burying his muzzle in her crotch one more time to lap up the last drops of pee from her damp folds. After a few seconds of intense licking, her cunt was prim and proper again, and she finally uncrossed her legs and gave him free from her powerful thighs.

Leon seized his first second of regained freedom to take a deep, long breath but the joy of relief was tainted because he had obviously failed his extra trial. Or so he thought. Queen Oria grabbed his head and pulled him up to her face, singsonging with a radiant smile, "You have performed a remarkable feat and demonstrated your willingness to go one step further for me, Leon. You have earned your place as a personal servant at my side, but we definitely have to work on your performance. I will make sure that you receive a lot of training in the following weeks." She reached for a glass carafe with water and downed it in one go. Setting it down and wiping her muzzle, she added "In fact, let us begin with the training right away. You wouldn't mind, would you?"

"No, not at all, my Queen," Leon stammered hastily, tripping over his own tongue as he received her endorsement. His muzzle broadened with a radiant smile as he was consumed by overwhelming joy. He had done it, left prison behind, and entered what promised to be a life of abundance. Granted, as part of her harem, he was still trapped in a golden cage and was little more than queen Oria's new fuck pet, but if the trials had shown him one thing, it was that serving her would still be better and more fun than any other fate.

The lioness nodded and snapped her fingers. Upon her sign, the clopping of hooves echoed through the room and another stallion approached them. This time, it wasn't a guard, though, but a northerner with glossy black fur, a glorious mane, and a fat, pink-brown mottled cock between his legs, wearing not a scrap of fabric, not even a single piece of jewelry.

"Leon, this is Jacques. He is in charge of training my harem boys, including you," she purred and nodded at the stallion. "Please, Jacques, proceed with the training of the new servant as you see fit."

"Yes, my Queen," the horse responded with a husky accent and stroked his fat schlong before he dropped down behind the girly lion. Not even a moment later, Leon roared out as the male unceremoniously buried his entire cock in his butt and started to fuck him without any comment or hesitation. He was even bigger and stronger than the zebra guards and didn't hold back at all, claiming his well-used ass with deep, powerful strokes. Leon's mind was instantly overwhelmed by the new flood of stimulation. Still pent up from licking Oria and drinking her piss, he came within a few thrusts and cried out in blissful pleasure as he erupted over the red velvet of the queen's lounger, creating yet another mess.

As the climaxing lion recovered from his high, Oria reached for his head and gave him a saucy smile. "There you are, dear, exactly where you belong." Then she shoved him between her legs and pressed his lips against her moist cunt, grinding her fold against him until he took her hint and started licking her again.

Trapped between the mightiest person in the country and an exotic stallion, lapping up girl juices while getting reamed by another massive horse cock, Leon knew that he had found his new place in the world. He had traded his body for a stay in a royal palace with exquisite food and drink, wonderful beds to rest on, and all the other amenities he hadn't even seen yet. This was the beginning of a new, golden chapter of his life with fewer worries and less hardship, one that he would hopefully continue forever, because for the first time in a decade, things were looking up, and he couldn't wait to see what the next days and month would bring.