A gentle breeze swished and whistled through the golden brushlands, the air carrying a vast variety of scents into the lion’s nose. Mazzi was crouched, his fur blending seamlessly into the undergrowth. There was only one scent in the myriad of different odors that he was after however, the telltale marker of his quarry that carried on the breeze. He was near the edge of his territory, a place that in the past had been fiercely contested by rivaling tribes of lions and marauding bands of hyenas. In recent years the skirmishes had died down and a tense truce hung over the region as the two leaders traded envoys rather than spears and arrows. Still, one could feel the tension in the atmosphere here, and that is why few hunters or warriors stalked or patrolled these lands. Nobody wanted to be responsible for starting the next conflict, or giving the other side the excuse they needed to mount an attack. Mazzi lifted his nose into the wind, taking another deep breath as he zeroed in on his mark. He was close to him now, the unmistakable foreign scent of hyena tickling his nose as he worked his way silently through the dry grass. The sound of the wind helped to mask his careful steps, the lion's paws barely making a noise. 
To preserve his camouflage Mazzi wore almost nothing, a simple belt and loincloth to which he attached his knife and quiver. His bow along with a simple rucksack were slung over his shoulder, there wasn’t much in the pack itself, just the basic supplies he needed for his patrol. He had passed through this corner of his tribe’s territory enough times to know exactly where he was, he was one of the few warriors who dared to do so. 


‘There should be a clearing coming up, under that Acacia tree. I bet that's where he is…’ Mazzi mused to himself as he searched for an opening in the tall grass to peek through. 


‘Ah! I was right!’ He thought as he found an opening. 


In the shade of the Acacia tree, leaned up against the trunk was a lone hyena. The warrior had his spear propped up against the tree as he sat next to it, whittling a small stick with his knife. He was dressed similarly to Mazzi, with nothing covering him apart from a basic cloth, though his was shorter and wider, covering his entire front and hips. He knew from seeing the hyena’s in camp that there was another part of their clothes that went up under, tucking their manhood against their bodies and tying to the belt behind them. From the look of things he was totally oblivious to the lion’s presence as he watched him through the grass. His gaze was low as he focused on his whittling, the hyena humming a tune to himself while he escaped the midday sun. Mazzi was downwind of him, the breeze carrying the hyena’s sent to him rather than the other way around. The lion had every advantage against the unaware hyena, the weight of the bow and quiver attached to his body suddenly became apparent to him as he knelt there, the primal side of his brain fully aware that he could take this man’s life before he would even know he was under attack. A smile creased Mazzi’s face as he pushed the instinctive mental images of combat from his mind. Standing up the lion confidently strode forward, revealing himself fully to the hyena who looked up from his handiwork at the sound of rustling grass, his humming ceasing at once. The look of surprise on his face only lasted a moment however as he soon recognized the smiling face of the lion before him. Rising to his feet he strode toward him, his own arms outstretched. 


“Oh! Mazzi! I was starting to think you’d got lost!” He said cheerfully, embracing the straw colored lion in a deep hug. 


“Lost!? Never, I just had to make sure I was tracking the right one!” The lion joked back as he returned the hug.


“It's good to see you again Kimba.” Mazzi dropped the joking tone as he looked Kimba in the eye, his face warm and loving as the two men leaned in and shared a deep kiss. 


“Yeah…it's been too long.” The hyena whispered as the kiss broke, a small strand of saliva connected his dark snout to the tan lion for a moment as they pulled apart. 


Mazzi’s tail flicked and swished behind him with anticipation and excitement, it had been several moons since he had last seen his lover. He’d met the hyena nearly two years prior when he arrived in the village as part of an envoy the hyenas had sent to the lions in order to resolve a hunting dispute. At that time Mazzi had recently become a mate to a female from his own tribe, a lovely girl who had admired him for some time in secret before asking her father to ask Mazzi’s father to arrange the ritual. The pair had only been mated for a few months when Mazzi had met Kimba, but already she was expecting their first child. The knowledge of his impending fatherhood had scared the young lion, it was expected of him, but it was still intimidating. His urges and impulses had grown to near breaking point by then, spurred on by the stress of his mate’s condition and the increasing responsibilities that were expected of him. 
 There was something about that strange hyena that night, the way he shot looks over at him when they gathered around the feast, the way he danced with him afterwards. Mazzi had always repressed such feelings, his attraction to the other boys his age had always been a constant distraction, but one that he could always push to the back of his mind. Such things were not accepted, and regardless, there were duties that were expected of him as a warrior and soon a father. Still, he could not just dismiss what had happened that night between him and the dark furred hyena. The feeling of finally giving in and accepting a part of himself, the relief of satisfying a long repressed urge had awoken something in him that needed satiating. He knew that Kimba felt the same way, though the hyena was clearly more comfortable with this fact about himself than Mazzi was. Kimba also played the same game, he had sired two children of his own and was quickly becoming one of his tribe’s most respected warriors. After that night the pair made a pact with one another, to meet in this contested pocket of land whenever they were able to. Each one would make a stop during his respective patrol to meet the other, it didn’t always work out, but it was the best they could do. Both of them were two days away from their villages, the last place prying eyes would ever look.
Kimba leaned in again, the warm feeling of Mazzi’s snout pressed against his as the two shared another kiss. Both of them were young, with Mazzi recently entering his 21st year and Kimba his 25th. Their tongues grappled in each other’s mouths as their hands began to explore. Months of separation had grown a fierce desire in their hearts that both their minds and bodies were eager to release. With his left hand Kimba ran his palm up Mazzi’s back, his fingers burying themselves in the lion’s thick nut brown mane. His right went in the opposite direction, tracing the big cat’s spine until he gripped the base of his tail. Kimba could feel the muscle flexing below the surface as the lion’s tail swished around. It filled his grip wonderfully, his fingers just barely making it all the way around to touch again. The hyena couldn’t resist giving the lion’s tail a little tug, the pull causing Mazzi’s breath to catch in his throat as he tensed and stood up on the tips of his paws. The reaction in front was likewise immediate as Kimba noticed that Mazzi’s loincloth no longer hung flat from his waist. With a smirk the hyena pulled him in closer, their chest brushing against one another as Kimba leaned his head over Mazzi’s shoulder. Nothing but thin cloth separated the two boys from each other, each could feel the other’s growing manhood vying for position as they were forced up against their bodies from the contact. Bringing his left hand down from the dense mane, Kimba toyed with the thin sinew string that held up Mazzi’s loincloth. It was knotted over his tail, one pull and it would fall away. 


“You don’t need this.” Kimba teased, fully aware that Mazzi was fiddling with knots holding his own up. 


With a gentle tug the simple knot came loose and Mazzi’s loincloth dropped from his body, the basic tan cloth caught the breeze, flapping like a small flag as Kimba held the sinew in his hand. Finally free of its confines, the lion’s penis pressed into the delightfully soft belly fur on the yeen.The tip was already leaking precum, the gentle pink tip leaving small wet spots on the yeen’s belly as Mazzi then succeeded in freeing Kimba of what little clothes he was wearing. The heavier cloth fell to the ground with a soft whump, piling at their feet and finally revealing the dark gray, almost black skin of the hyena’s cock. Mazzi wasted no time in grabbing a handful of Kimba’s ass, the hyena smirked at the feeling, lifting his tail out of the way as he returned the favor on the lion, gripping the other man and pulling him in close. Their mouths locked together once more as they grabbed handfuls of the other's tush, each enjoying the supple but firm texture that came from their active lifestyles. 


“You know…” Kimba said in between breaths of air. “There’s only so much…we can do…standing up.” 


“Y-yeah…u-under the tree?” Mazzi asked as he struggled against the yeen’s powerful tongue. 


Kimba signaled his agreement with a playful spank on Mazzi’s rump, the yeen’s eyes glued to the lion’s rear end as he broke contact and strode over to the tree, his tail swaying behind him and giving regular glimpses of his cheeks flexing with each step. 


“Lay down right there.” Kimba signaled, still wearing a smile on his face as he gestured to where he wanted the lion. 


Even though the grass was mostly dry it still felt soft as Mazzi lay himself down as instructed by his lover, propping his bow up next to Kimba’s spear and setting his things down next to the trunk of the tree. The shade of the Acacia was comforting as opposed to the oppressive heat of the midday sun. Crossing his arms in front of him Mazzi felt Kimba kneel behind him, the weight of the hyena laying across the back of his legs adding another layer of comfort as a gust of wind blew through the branches. 


“I’ve missed you so much…” Kimba said in a sincere tone as he rubbed his hands up the lion’s thighs. 


“I wish we could see each other more often.” He continued, musing out loud as his hands once more found their way to Mazzi’s butt. 


“Yeah…but you know we can’t” He replied, wiggling his hips playfully at the contact. 


“We’ll just have to enjoy the time that we have.” 


Kimba smiled, Mazzi always had a way of seeing the bright side of things. Both of them knew that if they got caught then it would mean banishment from their tribes, being chased from their homes, never seeing their children again. Kimba knew that it wasn’t safe to push their luck with trying to meet up more often, because to do so would invariably mean meeting closer to their respective homes, and thus they would run a higher chance of being caught. Kimba tried to push the thought out of his mind as he knelt above his lover, his hands still massaging Mazzi’s rump. The lion had a lovely patch of softer, lighter colored fur under his tail that covered most of his cheeks. The amorous yeen knew that it went further, his fingers eager to explore more as he finally brought his mind back onto the task at hand. 


“Spread ‘em kitty!” The hyena said with a chuckle, slapping the lion gently on the bum once again. 


Mazzi looked back at him, sticking his tongue out as he teased the hyena before complying with his latest instruction. The grass rustled as Mazzie shifted his weight, opening his legs to reveal more of himself to Kimba. Now the yeen could see where else that soft cream fur lived as the lion's thighs separated and revealed the rest of his manhood. Kimba finished laying himself down, setting his belly down on the grass between Mazzi’s legs, his snout now only inches from the lion. Kimba took a deep breath, savoring the moment before planting a long lick up Mazzi’s left thigh and over the top of his buttock. He could feel the lion shiver under the sensation, a spark of pride radiating through hyena in return. 


“So Mazzi, how is Akina?” Kimba asked, referring to the lion’s mate, his hands still squeezing and playing with his bottom. 


“Ah!...S-she’s fine!...” 


“Oh good, and Kira?” Kimba asked again, this time about Mazzi’s daughter. 


“She’s well, about to ge-AH!” Mazzi yelped as he felt his ass spread open by the yeen’s strong hands. 


“Go on, you were saying?” Kimba taunted. 


Mazzi’s face flushed red with blush as Kimba admired the lion’s soft pink hole, his ears pinned back to complete his flustered look. 


“A-bout to get a sibling!” 


“What!?” Kimba exclaimed, letting the lion's buttcheeks slap back together. 


“Akina’s pregnant!?” 


“Yeah…she just found out about a week ago.” 


“Wha-well…congratulations!” Kimba said in a somewhat uneasy voice, the revelation having clearly caught him off guard. 


“Thanks…” Mazzi replied, his blush hinting at his continued embarrassment. 


“Well…It's good to know that these still work!” Kimba quickly recovered, planting a lick on the back of Mazzi’s balls. 


The lion let out a gentle moan from the lick, his body reflexively flicking his tail. Kimba knew that licking and nibbling on a male’s balls was how a female told her mate that she wanted sex, it was knowledge that the yeen now used against him as he took the lion’s entire sack in his mouth. 


“Ooooooh…” Mazzi let out a deep sigh, his ears pinning back again as he leaned his head down into his arms, flicking his tail up and out of the way. 


‘Yeah…that's right boy…’ Kimba mused to himself as he gently suckled on the lion’s velvety soft sack. 


Kimba rolled the lion’s balls around with his tongue, his throat maintaining a gentle pressure on them as he reveled in the warmth and softness of his lover’s privates. His firm and evidently rather virile orbs sat against the yeen’s soft tongue all the while a warm, comforting feeling radiated across Kimba’s body. This was right where he wanted to be, under Mazzi’s tail, basking in his masculine intimacy. The feeling was only multiplied further since as a result of taking the lion’s balls in his mouth, the hyena’s nose was pressed firmly into his ass, each breath sending a soft jet of air against his hole. Mazzi couldn’t help it as he began to purr, his hips lifting ever so slightly off the ground as his back gently arched. His cock was hard against his own belly, the texture of the grass sending tickling jolts up his spine. Kimba laid in on heavy, wiggling his snout and pressing his nose harder against the lion’s asshole as he inhaled more of his scent. Mazzi always kept himself clean, the younger male not even liking the feeling of dirt or twigs in his fur, as a result Kimba was treated to pure lion scent coupled with a gentle musk from Mazzi’s short trek through the hot underbrush. 


“K-kimba…” Mazzi moaned out, the yeen knew this pleading voice well and let the younger lion’s manhood free from his mouth. 


As they plopped against the grass Kimba was pleased with the shiny coating of saliva he’d slathered on them. But his attention was soon caught by the desperate, pleading look on Mazzi’s face as the lion looked back at him. He knew what he wanted, and that he was too embarrassed to ask him for it. 


“Yeah…just relax, I’m getting there.” Kimba said in a soothing voice as he shifted himself closer. 


Bracing himself on the back of Mazzi’s thighs Kimba once again gripped the thick base of the lion’s tail, his firm grip holding the wayward appendage up and out of the way of his snout. Looking down, his vision was full of the golden and cream colors of the lion’s ass, its attractive round shape and healthy tonality luring the yeen in closer. Mazzi could feel Kimba’s breath on his rump, the younger man spreading his legs apart a little further to signal his permission and desire to continue. 


“You’re such a good boy Mazzi…” the hyena whispered just loud enough for Mazzi to hear, the older man proud of his lover for opening himself up without being told to do so. 


The words had an immediate effect as the blush about the lion’s face deepened. Mazzi was always easily flustered, something the yeen found endlessly cute. With his tail held out of the way, Kimba leaned forward, his first lick causing the fur on the back of Mazzi’s neck to stand up and a short gasp to escape his mouth. The feeling of that warm, wet tongue at his backside sent a wave of pleasure crashing over him, a sudden surge of warmth and erotic energy coursed through the young lion. Kimba’s licks were not gentle, each lap caused the lion’s ass to shift and jiggle, his whole body moving in unison with the firm rimming. 


“D-don’t stop!” Mazzi begged, his voice dripping with horny desperation. 


Kimba didn’t say anything, his reply was clear enough however as he pressed his tongue hard against Mazzi’s rear, the tight hole giving somewhat and allowing the tip to enter him. Mazzi let out a sharp moan from the sensation, pushing himself back against Kimba’s snout. 


‘As if I’d ever stop, HA!’ The hyena thought as he resumed his firm licking, a small river of saliva running down the lion’s balls, pooling on the ground between his thighs. 


The feeling of the soft fur of Mazzi’s butt on either side of his snout, his cheeks cushioning his face was doing wonders for the yeen as he now began to notice just how hard his own cock was pressed up against his belly. Widening his own legs he couldn't help but gently rub himself against the soft grass. The feeling kept him in a constant state of arousal as he fell into something of a trance while licking away at the lion’s tush, the soft pink skin flexing and giving under the force of his tongue. Kimba kept his snout pressed into Mazzi’s ass, his breaths coming in heavy through his nose and being felt by the lion against the underside of his tail. Time passed and still there was no sign of Kimba letting up as he took out all of his pent up, repressed urges on Mazzi’s asshole, his brain swimming in the relief of giving into his true desires. Nothing apart from a spear or an arrow was going to pry his tongue out of the lion’s ass, and the pair were well and truly alone.


‘How I’ve missed this…’ Mazzi mused to himself, his own inner monologue a pleasured moan. 


The pressure of the yeen’s snout back there, a constant weight pressing down between his buttocks filled the lion with a warm and tingly feeling. That tongue endlessly lapping away at his bum sent tingles up his back. There was no way he could get this kind of treatment at home, no female would ever service a male in this fashion. But the feeling was addictive, the wetness of his tongue and the rhythmic licking coupled with the heavy breathing from his nostrils was a feeling that Mazzi knew he needed in his life. From their first meeting the lion had been hooked, he’d been so scared the first time the yeen had knelt down behind him and lifted his tail out of the way, but after a few moments of having a snout in his rear, licking away at him it was over. Likewise Kimba in the moment had fallen head over paws for lion rump. He’d been under other hyena’s tails before but Mazzi was different, his body had a firm yet supple feel that instantly hooked the hyena, the way the lion’s asshole flexed under his tongue, the texture of his fur, his scent and taste were all too much for the yeen.  


“You just keep coming back for more huh?” Mazzi teased with a smile, the world shifting back and forth in his vision as his body moved with each hard, wet lick the hyena gave to his ass, the sun now in a much lower position in the sky.  


Again Kimba’s response was physical as he wiggled his snout back and forth, pressing his face harder in. This time his lips locked around the lion’s hole, his tongue flicking and rimming in small circless while he sucked at it. Mazzi’s hips lifted off the ground as Kimba pulled his head back, the suction breaking with a loud wet pop, the lion’s cheeks bouncing pleasantly as his body impacted the earth. Once more the hyena looked down at his lover’s bottom, this time his fur was soaked with the excess saliva he had produced, his own snout too was likewise coated and dripping as he savored the taste that still lingered on his tongue. 


“Ha! As if you didn’t come all this way also!” Kimba taunted back, slapping Mazzi’s tush in the process, the wet fur causing it to be louder than usual. 


The hyena leaned back, sitting on his knees as the lion now rose from his spot too, stray blades of grass clinging to the wet spots on his fur. 


“You always make such a mess…” He said as he brushed them out with his hand. 


“Shut up and bring that mouth over here.” Kimba replied with a playful smile, gesturing at his dark colored penis as he leaned back further. 


“Yeah, sure. So how are Shana and Imani?” Mazzi asked as he got up, he’d never met Kimba’s two children, but he was always sure to ask how they were faring. It was not just for show as the two fathers genuinely cared for one another outside of just their sexual trysts. 


“Oh they’re wonderful, Shana is going on his first trip outside the village soon actually!” Kimba said with pride in reference to his son and oldest child. 


“That's great! I guess Nasme is taking him foraging?” Mazzi continued, again he had never met Kimba’s mate, but he was sure to ask. 


“Mhm.” Kimba grunted as he braced his arms behind him, spreading his legs for Mazzi who once again laid down on his belly. 


“She wants another one.” The hyena said matter of factly. 


“Oh? Well I suppose that's normal.” the lion replied, taking his lover’s cock in his hands, stroking the charcoal colored member back to full erection in seconds. 


“Sometimes I wonder just how many damn kids I’m supposed to give her!” 


“As many as she wants I guess, Akina said she just wants at least four.” Mazzi said as he licked the underside of Kimba’s penis. 


“Four!? Damn, you’ve got your work cut out for you then!” Kimba teased, rubbing the silky fur of Mazzi’s ear. 


“Mhm” was the only reply as the lion stuffed the hyena’s cock in his mouth. 


“Ah, yeah…” Kimba sighed, smiling to himself as he watched Mazzi work, the sounds of wet sucking and gulping soon filling his ears.


The sight of the dense tuft of black fur above Kimba’s dick advanced and retreated in Mazzi’s vision as he coated the yeen’s penis in his spit. The mildly sweaty scent and flavor coursed through his brain, lighting up his neurons with arousal. The yeen was a little longer than him, and thicker, with his cock filling the lion’s mouth perfectly. A hand on the top of his head guided him up and down, his tongue sliding and slipping against the soft dark skin of the hyena. The fat head of it pressed down the back of Mazzi’s throat, the lion relaxing his muscles in an effort to slide his lover even deeper as his nose was tickled by the hyena’s belly fur. 


“You’ve always been so good at this.” Kimba encouraged from above. 


The first time that Mazzi had done such a thing had been with Kimba the night they had met, behind his own hut while the others drank and danced to celebrate the new peace. Akina had gone to bed early and had just assumed that her mate had stayed up late with the crowd. But crouching down on his knees there in the darkness, looking up at another man like that, to finally give in to his urges had lit a fire within him that needed quenching if he was to keep all that he had and had worked for. Kimba on the other hand was relatively experienced, there were a few other men in his village who were similarly afflicted, growing up he was lucky enough to be able to vent out his urges with them. But after meeting Mazzi, none of them would suffice. 


“Alright, I think that's good.” Kimba gently patted Mazzi on the head, the lion rising from the hyena’s crotch with a strand of saliva hanging from his jaws.


“Hold on…” He said in a low voice, his golden snout ducking under the yeen’s cock. 


Kimba leaned his head back, letting out a long sigh at the sensation of having his balls enveloped by Mazzi’s mouth, the lion returning the favor from earlier. 


“Good boy…” The yeen’s voice dripped with powerful seduction, the sound of causing the lion’s tail to flick around aggressively. 


The yeen’s balls were the same color as his dick, a dark charcoal gray almost black. Devoid of fur the skin was delicately soft and warm against Mazzi’s tongue, his rougher feline texture tickling and stimulating the hyena’s sensitive privates. Kimba relished the sight of seeing his dark cock slapped against the golden colored fur of the lion’s face while the feline suckled on his nuts. The innate feeling of dominance and conquest filled him with a sense of sexual pride and prowess. It was not that he looked down on the lion, or thought less of him, but it was clear which one of them was the more dominant of the two. Kimba would have been content to keep Mazzi there all day, letting him suck and worship to his heart's content. But there was more that the yeen wanted from him before the sun dipped below the horizon. 


“I’d love to let you stay there, but I’m not done with you yet!”  The yeen said playfully, gently patting the bewitched lion on the head.


With a wet sound Kimba let the yeen’s polished balls drop from his mouth, the dark skin glistening with his saliva. He knew well enough what the hyena meant by his statement, his heart starting to race with anticipation as a result. Looking up at his lover the lion slid the dark skinned penis back into his mouth, recoating it one last time before letting it pop free of his jaws once more. 


“You want it standing up or laying down?” Kimba asked with an eager smile on his face. 


“Down.” Mazzi replied, he was already laying down and had grown rather comfortable.


“Alright, let's go.” The hyena commanded, making a rolling motion with his finger.. 


Mazzi did as he was told, rolling back onto his front he lifted his tail to present his hindquarters to Kimba once again. His heart continued to beat hard in his chest, the rhythmic thumping felt throughout his body as his belly fluttered with butterflied in anticipation. He could sense Kimba behind him, the muscular frame of the hyena blocking the light from the lowering sun. The first thing he felt was the wide hand caressing the curve of his rump, a gentle squeeze claimed ownership as the lion presented himself. A firm spank followed, his left buttock stung and tingled pleasantly from the impact, another on his right buttock soon followed until his entire rear end radiated an erotic pain. The groping was firmer now as the dominant hyena took heavy handfuls of ass, pressing his snout against the lion’s tush, he took deep inhales of his scent, the heavy breathing having a noticeable effect on both of them. Mazzi’s butt was still plenty wet from Kimba’s tonging from earlier, but the hyena couldn’t resist adding some more to it before he moved on. 


“This belongs to me…” The hyena said in a firm tone as he grabbed as much buttcheek as he could with both of his hands.


“Mhmm” Mazzia moaned out from behind his teeth as he felt the tip of his lover's finger press into his tailhole. 


“Yeah good kitty, push back on it.” He whispered further as he felt Mazzi’s ass press itself back onto his finger, the digit sinking back to his first knuckle, the lion’s back arching beautifully. 


The tip of Kimba’s penis pressed against the fur on Mazzi’s hip, this time it was the yeen’s turn to leave a little wet spot on his lover's coat as precum soaked the lion’s fur. Kimba could feel Mazzi’s heartbeat through his ass, his tight muscles gripping hard against his finger as it sank further and further into his rear. The yeen worked it, gently breaking in the lion’s asshole until it was ready for him. The occasional addition of another drop of saliva aided things as the yeen prepped his lover. He knew that he’d be there for a while, the lion was still extremely tight and it would take many sessions to properly break him in. 


“Get ready kitty.” Kimba said with a smile as he finally felt some give in the lion’s butt. 


“J-just be gentle with me, I’m still new to this part…” The trepidation was evident in his voice, even though Kimba could tell that Mazzi wanted it, he knew there was a part of him that was pushing back against this. 


‘Maybe we don’t have to do this every time, but when we do I’ll make sure he loves it.’ The yeen ruminated as he positioned himself behind his feline lover.


“Just relax, I’ll take care of you.” Kimba replied in a softer, more reassuring tone. 


In a fluid motion the dark colored hyena straddled the lion, his weight now resting against the feline’s thighs as he took in the sight of his dick lined up with lion butt. The moment the tip of his cock touched the soft fur of his rear a shiver went up the lion’s spine, his mane fur even standing on end as he realized what was about to happen. Mazzi’s vision was full of nothing but the Acacia tree several feet in front of him, his vision of the base obscured by the grass on which he was laying, but he could feel the powerful hand holding his left hip while the other guided the penis that was pressing against his ass. The feeling of it there between his cheeks, pressed up against his hole made him shake with nerves. Once more he heard the command to relax, and taking a deep breath he tried his best to comply, widening his stance and lifting his tail again. 


“There you go…” The hyena coaxed from behind. 


He heard the yeen spit again, his hand rubbing it along his cock still kissing his asshole. When that hand took its place on his right hip he knew it was time. Relaxing himself as much as possible he strained as he felt the wide head of Kimba’s penis push itself into him. He pressed back against it as his hole gave way. The pressure was firm and consistent, any more and it would have been painful. Slowly the hyena slid his cock up the lion’s ass, the thick penis filling Mazzi’s insides with a radiating warmth. His breathing came heavy as more and more of that heft black cock was pushed up his butt, hit tail was lifted as far as it could go, the tufted tip of it darting around furiously. Finally he felt Kimba’s hips against his cheeks as buried himself all the way inside the lion. 


‘I’ll never get over how strange this feels.’ He mused as his body adapted to the penetration. 


“You’re doing good.” Kimba whispered in his ear as his bulk loomed over his back.


The hyena braced himself on his hands, placing them on either side of Mazzi’s head, his own tail wagging as he basked in the feeling of having his penis buried balls deep in the lion’s tailhole. 


“I’m gonna fuck you like you’re my mate!” the hyena taunted in Mazzi’s ear, as the bottoming lion felt the weight of the hyena atop begin to hump his ass.


Mazzie could only moan in response, his entire body and mind dedicated to processing the sensations of being fucked like this. He steadied his head on his crossed arms, lifting his bottom to meet each thrust, the feeling of his lover looming over him was oppressive but addictively erotic. Each pump of the yeen’s powerful hips sent shockwaves of pleasure up his spine, his body radiating with satisfaction. This was the part that both of them had dreamed of, the thing they fantasized about in secret. Both of them loved their mates and would die for their children, but this was something carnal that they needed, a missing piece of their respective puzzles that only the other one had. Kimba had teased that he was going to fuck him like he was his mate, the words rang in Mazzi’s mind as that thick yeen cock continued to pound his ass, all the while desperate moans escaped the lion’s mouth. Replaying the words over and over again as he was fucked Mazzi couldn’t help but feel that it was true, he was Kimba’s mate. Perhaps not officially, but at least in that moment, right there in that clearing he was the yeen’s mate. He could feel Kimba’s breath quickening, his inhales coming in shaky as each thrust brought him closer and closer. 


“Gonna…Gonna f-fuckin’ breed you!” He struggled to proclaim through clenched teeth as he switched his grip, taking hold of the lion’s dense mane.


Mazzi’s mind flashed back to the night he’d conceived his daughter, he’d said something similar to Akina that night. The elder matriarchs had determined that night in particular as the night that they stood the best chance and now as he lay in a similar position Kimba’s words echoed in the lion’s brain. Just as Akina had done, Mazzi pushed his ass back against his mate’s penis, feeling every bit of it inside him as he rubbed the soft fur on his rear against Kimba’s front, a deep and loud purr emanating from his throat. 


“Do it! Fill me with your babies!” Mazzi cried, his voice desperate and feminine as his head was pulled upwards. 


It was all too much for poor Kimba, who upon hearing his lover’s words shuddered under a powerful orgasm, his whole body clenching as his mouth hung open, his tongue flopping out of his mouth while his eyes fluttered. His back arched as he pressed himself as hard as possible into Mazzi’s ass. The lion felt it, the crushing force pushing him down against the ground and ensuring that he took every drop of the hyena’s load. The first pulse sent a warm gush of semen directly into Mazzi’s core, the yeen’s cock continued to pump, twitching as more and more of the yeen’s sperm flowed into the lion’s tush. Mazzi tried to push back on the cumming cock, but he was held firm in place, his cheeks pressed almost flat against Kimba’s body as the filling continued.
Finally with a shudder the flow came to an end as the yeen atop him gulped in lungfuls of air. His body shook, a chill coming over him as he looked down at the lion. Kimba’s body was still high on the endorphins and adrenaline as he took the weight off his lover. The yeen’s dick sliding out of Mazzi’s butt with a faint pop, the lion’s hole now smooth and opened up as a trickle of cum ran down his cream colored balls. Kimba knew that it would just tighten up again, but the sight of that pink ring opened up and filled with his semen was still a treasure and one that he would hold forever. Leaning forward he lapped up some of the excess that ran down Mazzi’s balls, gentle laps that cleaned up his lover. It was something that he had done for his mate back home as a sign of respect to her. In his culture, leaving a female that you’d bedded sloppy with cum was disrespectful, that seed was already wasted and leaving it in her fur would only be a nuisance and showed that you didn’t respect her after she’d let you into her most intimate area. Mazzi continued to purr as Kimba cleaned him up, his hole stung somewhat from being stretched so much, but the warmth that radiated from within more than made up for it, plus a part of him was enjoying the slight amount of pain regardless.


“You weren’t lying when you said you’d breed me eh?” Mazzi said with a satisfied grin as he lifted his butt to Kimba’s mouth. 


“I’d never lie to you about such a thing!” Kimba teased in return, lifting his snout out of the lion’s rear for a moment. 


“Did you finish?” the yeen asked, remembering in that moment that he hadn’t ensured if Mazzi had cum or not. 


“I was close, but you were so keen there at the end that I just couldn’t help myself.” Mazzi replied in reference to the words that had put Kimba over the edge. 


“What!? That won’t do, turn around on your back!” The yeen commanded, lifting his face out of Mazzi’s butt for good. 


“Haha, alright, what do you have in mind?” The lion chuckled as he followed the instructions, placing his hands underneath his head as he lay spread legged in front of the hyena.


“This.” Kimba replied flatly as he set himself down between Mazzi’s legs. 


The yeen wasted no time as Mazzi watched his cock disappear in his lover’s snout. Kimba could easily take all of Mazzi’s length, with the lion’s penis just tickling the back of the yeen’s throat. The big cat watched as the dark snout of the hyena bobbed up and down on the gentle pink of his dick. Kimba wrapped his arms underneath the lion’s back, his forearms bringing his partner’s bits up closer to his mouth. The yeen closed his eyes as he got to work, setting a solid pace as once more the sounds of wet sucking and a gulping throat filled the clearing. Mazzi licked his lips, his back arching and his hips wiggling under the pleasure of the blowjob he was getting, Kimba was experienced and knew what he was doing, his tongue performing tricks on the lion as it was held in the yeen’s powerful jaws. 


‘Go ahead boy, anytime.’ Kimba thought to himself as he felt Mazzi’s penis flex and harden like iron. 


It was as if Mazzi was reading Kimba’s mind, as no sooner had the yeen finished the thought as the first jet of lion semen splashed against the roof of Kimba’s mouth, the lion’s dick pulsed and twitched, ropes of hot cum landed all of the yeen’s mouth as he opened his eyes and made eye contact with the cumming lion. He’d seen Mazzi cum before, but never felt or tasted it, Kimba was impressed as he swirled the load around in his mouth, letting the spent lion penis go from his lips having cleaned every drop from its length. 


‘Not bad, good enough for as many kittens as Akina wants I should think.’ Kimba joked to himself as he swallowed.


Now it was Mazzi’s turn to gulp in oxygen as the lion basked in the afterglow of his orgasm. The lion lay there a moment as he collected himself, so much had happened to him already that he didn’t realize until now just how tired he was. The sun was sinking low now, almost down low enough to start casting the colorful rays of sunset over the savannah. Finally the lion summoned enough strength to rise to his feet. For a moment his balance was off as he’d been laying down for so long, his steps had a hitch in them as his body slowly recovered from the anal pounding it had received. Kimba had already risen, retrieved his discarded clothing and was digging through his pack tucked up under the Acacia tree. Mazzi looked around, kicking through the grass for his own loincloth. His pack and weapons were propped up against the Acacia tree with Kimba, but the strip of cloth was nowhere to be found. He sighed as he gave up the hunt, returning naked wouldn’t raise that many eyebrows he figured. Losing one while on a hunt or patrol wasn’t an uncommon occurrence to begin with, and it wasn’t as if some of the males chose to forgo the garment entirely. The cloth held more of a ceremonial value than a practical one anyway, plus there was nothing around the back to cover anything up and as such every male’s bits were permanently, and for Mazzi torturously, on display. Many times in his life he’d caught himself staring at an exposed dick or set of balls and had to avert his gaze before someone else noticed him peeking. 
 The hyena’s pack contained far more items than Mazzi’s as the lion chose to travel light, but He was pleased to see the hyena produce a large blanket from his pack, such an item was a luxury as they were extremely labor intensive to make. The blanket provided a comfortable place to lay as the yeen withdrew some dried meat as well. Mazzi’s eyes locked on the meat, he hadn’t eaten all day and now his belly rumbled, he knew that it was too late in the day to hunt anything, and there was little in the way of wild edibles around. Still, he was embarrassed to ask for a portion of Kimba’s food. The question was taken from him however as the yeen reached out his hand, offering a piece freely. The hyena tribes spiced their meat in a way that Mazzi enjoyed, and as the breeze picked up his sensitive nose caught a whiff of the delectable spices. In a few steps he had joined Kimba on the blanket, munching away on the food until his rebellious belly had been satiated. By now the sky was lit up with color as the sun sank below the horizon, the air now had a chilly feel to it as the naked lion sat on the blanket. 


“Come on Mazzi, it's two days back for both of us, they’re not expecting you back tomorrow, so you might as well just come here.” It was as if Kimba could read the lion’s mind as he stared out across the wilderness. 


Normally when they met up they’d have finished long before and been on their way, but today had been different, and setting off at night with no light but what the stars and faint moon could provide was foolish. 


“I know, you’re right, but I do have to set off tomorrow, I can’t be gone all that long.” 


“Of course, but for tonight…There’s nobody else here, let's not kid ourselves.” 


Mazzi sighed, again he knew Kimba was right, and as he looked into the kindly, welcoming eyes of the hyena, his dark fur reducing his visibility by the second, he was okay with it too. Kimba lay himself down as Mazzi snuggled on top of him, the yeen’s warmth fighting away the chilly air as he flipped the loose end of the blanket over the lion’s back, his arms wrapping him up. Together the couple shared another deep, loving kiss before letting sleep carry them off together.