Shravasti: The Lion Queen
by Shravasti

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[Inspired by a profile I saw on F-List, a little self-indulgence. Yes, she's anthro]

"And your sure about this?" Shravasti said. The mature-aged tiger was sure, he was hard as steel, and with only an open robe on, it was impossible to hide.

Not that the woman who sat on his bed minded. The lioness had been stirred into some kind of sexual frenzy upon seeing him, and once he got her home, contained within it's walls, she had the unmistakable aroma of a woman in heat upon her.

"Absolutely." she said. There was no doubting it. She had borne her naked body to him, honed by her age and previous children to be abundantly curvy, heavy breasts moving back and forth as her breathing made her sternum push them aside. He chuckled slightly, an uncommon sound, but he never thought he'd be breeding another female at 56.

Shravasti had lit some candles. Not simply for mood. They had their own aphrodesic effect, though he hoped they wouldn't overload her. "Well, you hustled me here with very little time to actually talk, so I'd like to know the name of the lioness who wants me to breed her."

"Oh right." she said. "It's Sarabi."

"Ah, well you certainly seem real to me." he said. She blinked slightly, she didn't figure he'd know the meaning of her name. "And mine is Shravasti. Pleased to breed you."

"Then you'd better get to it, I'd say." she insisted. Her rear had been shifting positions ever since she sat on the bed. Now she was on all fours, her mature breasts hanging low, but Shravasti liked that kind of thing. "I'm a widower. I haven't been impregnated in such a long time. I thought I'd try for something different."

"Well, far be it from me to deny you, then." 

Shravasti set aside his match, then shed his robe, making Sarabi let out a needful shudder. He crawled up onto the bed, his weight making the both of them sink lower. She was in the perfect position now, and he was behind her. She let out another one of those lusty shudders as his nose pressed into his crack. It had been a while since he'd smelled the beckoning scent of a heated female feline. He let out a rumble, then he moved quickly and silently as only a tiger can.

Sarabi grunted as his weight lay atop her, feeling the downright pleasurable pain of his teeth grabbing her scruff. He was inside her, every last inch. His furry balls teased her clitoris with the bounty they held within. His first thrust was given much effort, still pushing into her pelvis. Sarabi's eyes rolled up. "Uuunnhh!"

Shravasti's thick arms wrapped around her, and he got to work, pulling back and thrusting, again and again. His hips slapped hard against her soft buttocks, the energy satisfyingly rippling out to her thighs. Her heavy breasts swung in a slow, pendulous dance. One of his hands shifted to her neck, and pulled her head up.

"Unaahhh!!" she cried out. "Yes! Fuh-fucking hard like that! Reach my deepest places!"

Her deepest was as moist and warm and soft as the rest of her insides. There were no barriers to keep his cock from pounding where it needed to be. She could practically feel her cervix suckling desperately like a hungry cub.

"Nrrrgh!" he grunted. He was there, he was breaking down her defences with his battering ram. His hold on her at all angles tightened, and his thrusting became harder. Sarabi sang a song comprised of moans, the rhythm, his hips slapping up against her ass. Her singing slowly reached a peak, moans getting louder and longer. Her entire body tightened, and her cervix sucked for all it was worth. This was it.

Her tightening was met with his, one final thrust. Then they stopped, their motion reduced to the shuddering of both their hips as the two of them synchronized orgasm, complete with elongated groans of both effort and pleasure, so that he could unload the hefty amounts of his seed withing the greedy maw of her womb, were it would be proven that tigers could be pack hunters too.

He finally let her go, and the only actions happening were their heavy breaths. There was visible blood on her scruff, but that was par for the course in any mating of large cats.

"Mmm, I like how you work." Sarabi said. "Are you this enthusiastic with all your..."

His arms had hooked under her shoulders, and soon they were both upright. His hips were moving again, bouncing Sarabi up and down on his lap.

"You know they say this position better facilitates impregnation." he said.

"Nng... gg... Then just breed me now!"

"As you wish."

Now he was driving her upward, letting gravity do the rest. He grabbed her breasts, fingers kneading and rubbing them. "Nnph... Just imagine..." Shravasti said, his pace not faltering. "You'll have a cub or two suckling at these luscious teats again. Ones that'll have a few muted stripes."

The touch of his hands, imagining someone suckling on her breasts again. Sarabi's body could take it, shuddering with the intensity of a new orgasm. Her tongue could practically touch her collarbone by now, and her sex was juicy enough to spritz his sheets. "Iyaaaahhh!! Yes! Yes! Want cubs! Need cubs! More!!"

He would be remiss in denying such a beautiful woman what she wanted. He pressed his hand to his stomach, and he could feel himself moving within her. His thrusting was audible and loud now, and not just from the overwhelmed moaning of the female on his lap. His balls throbbed, as though they were loading another round in the chamber. He grabbed her by her neck, pulling her head back over his shoulder as far as it could go, making her huff in his ear loudly. 

The chamber was loaded. "Here they come... Nnngg!"

Once again, Sarabi's innards were whitewashed so thoroughly, as her womb drank it's fill, so that more could add their numbers to hunt down that egg. Her cervix drank straight from the bottle, but it was a messy drinker, as he felt his cum ooze out from her.

The lioness fell onto her hands and knees, still connected to Shravasti, the both of them back down to heavy breathing. He appreciatively kneaded her plush backside with his fingers, then pulled himself out. He was still, mostly hard, and there was still a little cum still hanging back in his cock, spurting all over her ass.

"Mmph..." she grunted. "Is that any way to treat a queen?" she panted.

He murred, crawling over her back. "It's absolutely what she deserves, and you wouldn't be the first."

Whatever leftover seed there was let itself out over her back as he leaned down to lick the wounds of her scruff.

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Sarabi was magnificent naked, but there was something to be said about the way her coat hugged her. She was in the process of preparing to leave as he stepped in with a fresh robe, still open, showing he was still hard.

"Well, if all that doesn't put a whelp in you, nothing else will."

Sarabi winked back to him. "Well, it never hurts to make sure. I definitely think I'll be coming back here, just to make sure. And, I think I'll bring my daughter-in-law and her mother here too, they have some holes in their guts that need filling too." 

As she began to step out the door, she said "Better be prepared."

Shravasti smirked slightly, watching her ass swing as she left. It seemed he would not be getting the scent of heated lionesses out of his sheets anytime soon.

All the better.

-End