The hot savannah sun beats down on Matthew’s shoulders like an enormous paw, the sheer weight of the heat making him slow and sleepy. His delicate pink nose quivers as he follows the thick, musky scent of the lions’ trail. Their claws furrow the dry earth; they do little to conceal their tracks. 

Anticipation and longing warm his belly. Salamand’s sigil pulses slowly but insistently. Matthew feels as though he’s being strung along on a hot lead wire, drawn inexorably forward by his god’s hunger and his own budding arousal. 

Matthew feels the lions before he hears them, long humming vibrations in the ground, the feeling of growls and footfalls. There’s more of them than he expected, a full and proper pride. The sigil throbs excitedly against his stomach. 

He catches sight of them over a ridge of grass, their heavy, shaggy manes like standing stones against the sky. One turns his head, the largest, his mane shot through with stripes of silver. The lion yawns enormously, his teeth gleaming and sharp. Lazily, he inclines one paw in Matthew’s direction. 

The rest of the pride leaps to their feet, forming a golden phalanx. Yellow eyes follow Matthew’s gaze, tails flicking, claws kneading the ground. 

Before Matthew can take a step, the lions charge forward, a red cloud of dust churning under their paws. A shadow darts in front of him, the shape of the most muscular lion. The lion’s silhouette rears up, claws extended, his massive weight slamming the mouse against the ground.  

Matthew cries out as his spine cracks against the dirt, the lion’s forepaws spanning the width of his chest. The air is punched from his lungs as the lion leans in close, fetid breath hot against his nose and whiskers. The mouse wheezes for breath, eyes watering at the pain.

“Stop,” the silver-furred lion calls out, the deep bass of his voice booming across the savannah. “Bring him here.”

With a final snarl, the smaller lion buries his teeth in the mouse’s loose shirt, nicking his fur. He flips the boy easily onto his stomach, Matthew’s breath leaves him again in a huff as his chin smacks the dirt. The lion grips him by the scruff, dragging him unceremoniously to the pack’s leader where he drops the mouse belly-first into the dust. 

Matthew cranes his neck to look up at the leader. This close, he can smell the lion’s heavy musk, rich and dark, the silver threads of his fur bright in the sun. The lion’s massive paws are an inch from his trembling whiskers, he can feel the tension between their bodies like an electrical current, flashing hot. 

The lion puts his cold nose to the back of Matthew’s neck and breathes in deep, inhaling the scent of the boy’s sweat and flickering arousal. The lion gives a low, pleased hum from deep in his chest, the sound sending a lightning strike of want through Matthew’s core. He arches his hips faintly against the dirt, the sigil burning like a brand. 

Curling one paw over Matthew’s shoulder, the lion flips him onto his back. His teeth ghost over the trembling line of his throat; Matthew is entranced. The scent of the beast is as heady as jasmine. Matthew feels his eyes lidding in pleasure. He goes limp and pliant as bait on a hook.

“Strip him,” the lion orders, his baritone rich and deep as velvet. Matthew shivers in bliss. 

The pride circles him, the humidity of their panting breath beading like dew on Matthew’s fur. Claws slide effortlessly into the folds of his clothing, whispering touches that rend the roughspun fabric to ribbons. Matthew’s shirt and trousers fall away in tatters, leaving him bare and trembling beneath the sun. 

“How presumptuous,” the lion purrs, his golden gaze falling to Matthew’s nakedness, his small pink cock unprotected by even the barest stitch of underwear. 

“Tell me, boy,” he continues, his heavy footfalls coming ever closer. The pride parts before him, allowing their leader to pass. “Did you want us to find you in this...state?”

Matthew doesn’t answer, but his cock stirs with interest, telling the lions everything they need to know. 

“Let’s have a look at you.” 

Matthew spreads his legs with abandon, his paws held high above his head. The tight swell of his balls kisses the dirt, making his prick bob and sway with his squirming. The lion chieftain comes close, extending his claws in a razor display. Matthew’s breath catches in his throat as the lion’s claws fall to cup his balls, scratching over the velvet skin in a touch so light and fine that Matthew can do nothing but tremble and mewl in his grip. 

His nipples stand out in hard little points, the lion rises up to put his teeth an inch from the mouse’s throat. Matthew gasps at the heat of the lion’s breath on his neck, but the great beast only moves his mouth low, dragging his teeth over the raised nubs of the boy’s nipples. 

Matthew squeals as his sigil burns and flashes like a solar flare. A wave of wanting arcs out across the pack, sharp and fecund as the winds of spring. The pride snarls and shakes as if being awoken from a deep slumber. They growl low and hungry, their hackles high as they pace restlessly forward. 

The leader pays them no mind, focusing on lavishing Matthew’s chest with wet, rough strokes of his tongue. There’s something fervid in his motion, as if the mark of Salamand has not only kindled his lust, but a deeper, harsher hunger. 

Matthew barely has time to draw a breath before the leader of the pack is driving long, vicious claws into his slender arms, flipping the boy onto his belly. The lion’s teeth bury into the scruff of Matthew’s neck, holding him in place with heavy points of sharp, delicious pain. The mouse squirms at the touch, moaning as the lion digs his teeth in deeper, giving him a hard little shake. 

From his angle in the dirt, Matthew can peer up between the lion’s hind legs to see the dripping protrusion of his cock, the russet flesh dark with want. Matthew feels his tailhole wink and flex with need. 

Instead, the lion uses his powerful jaws to wrench Matthew’s head back, the lion curling his body inward. Matthew barely has time to drag in a breath before the lion’s cock is thrust into his mouth. The salty, bitter tang coats his tongue, and Matthew inhales sharply with surprise, sucking the lion’s cock in deeper. His mouth stretches messily around the fat girth, muffling his cry of shock. 

The lion gives a low snarl of pleasure, jamming his prick into the tight, gasping space of the mouse’s throat. Matthew gags at the intrusion, the barbs of the lion’s cock ravaging his throat. 

A cold stab of panic lances through him as Matthew tries to breathe around the thick cock filling his mouth. Matthew almost weeps with gratitude when the lion pulls his hips back for another thrust, oxygen flooding back into his lungs. 

He’s ready for the thrust this time, opening his mouth wide, tongue lolling as he takes the leader’s dick back into his mouth, humming as he sucks at the velvety foreskin. The lion groans in pleasure, pushing in deep. Matthew’s throat distends around the cock. 

The lion digs his claws into Matthew’s sides, rending the soft skin to ribbons. The boy gives a gurgling wail of pain around the cock in his mouth, the vibrations of his cry making the lion moan with wanton need. 

“Fuck, that’s good,” the lion curses, rocking into Matthew’s mouth with fresh urgency. The mouse writhes against the claws in his side, his legs spread as he tries to get to his knees. 

Two of the watching lions approach, their cocks hanging low and dripping as they watch their leader fuck the boy’s mouth. With a growl of impatience, they spring, each one grabbing one of the mouse’s legs to pull them apart further. 

The bigger of the two, black-furred and bright-eyed, digs his claws into Matthew’s ass, exposing the sweet pink clutch of his hole. Matthew squeals in surprise, his tailhole winking a staccato, throbbing with need. 

The leader gives a low growl of warning, but is too engrossed in the tight pressure of the mouse’s throat to claim his ass as well, his hips pumping furiously.

The two other lions take their thick, wet cocks in their paws, jostling for the best position between Matthew’s legs. The black lion overpowers his partner with a swift headbutt. He grabs Matthew’s ass in both paws, wrenching him open. Even with the magic of the sigil, the mouse’s hole is virgin-tight, clenching despite the want coursing through him. 

The black lion is undeterred, jamming the fat head of his cock against the mouse’s hole and pushing as hard as he can. 

Matthew screams at the pain of the stretch, his hole spread wide around the thick bulge of the feline’s cockhead. The lion releases a stuttering breath at the tight press around his dick, pushing himself in deeper, harder. He hilts his cock in one long press, making the mouse mewl in protest beneath him. He starts thrusting in earnest, rocking in time with the lion stuffing Matthew’s throat. They thrust together, abusing the mouse’s holes with their massive cocks, and all Matthew can do is writhe and gasp as their claws dig into him. 

With a snarl, the waiting lion gives the black lion a shove. The black lion’s cock tears free of Matthew’s desperately-throbbing hole, which remains gaped-open for a long moment. Without hesitating, the waiting lion shoves his own cock into the mouse’s empty, winking asshole, stretching it wider still. 

Matthew gives a harsh gasp of pleasure, clenching hard around the thick shaft. The lion’s cock butts up against his prostate, squeezing it so hard that Matthew fears it will burst, the pressure an unbearable weight. 

His balls seize up, too sudden for him to even cry out. His back arches weakly as orgasm tears through him, a hot streak of cum painting his chest. The sigil burns at the contact, the wave of wanting it sends through his body more intense than his orgasm. He shudders at the feeling, exhaustion weighing him down. 

The lions surge around him as if electrocuted, the circle closing in around him like a tightening noose. The two lions fighting over his tailhole snarl and snap at each other, teeth sharp in each other’s fur, claws slashing. They don’t seem to notice that they catch Matthew in their crossfire, cutting long slashes into his ass with their scrambling claws. The cock in his ass plunges in and out without rhythm, no longer about pleasure, only possession, every thrust claiming mine, mine, mine. 

The black lion bites his partner with ferocious teeth, drawing splatters of hot blood across Matthew’s back. The mouse gives a short cry of surprise, his voice muffled by the steady pulses of the leader’s prick in his mouth. 

With a vicious snarl, the black lion grips Matthew’s bloodied ass, stretching his abused hole even further. The black lion stuffs one claw past the pouting, puffy rim of Matthew’s hole. For a moment, Matthew thinks the lion means to stretch him further. 

Instead, the lion tears Matthew’s hole open with his razor claw. The tender skin of his perineum splits easily, tearing the mouse open nearly to his balls. Matthew shrills another cry as the black lion thrusts into the hot, bloody space of his ass, his cock jostling beside his partner’s. They thrust together, and even split wide, the pressure of the stretch is unbearable, the agony of it sending shrieks of protest up Matthew’s spine. 

He begins to tremble in their grip, the heat and the pain and the want spiraling through him. He whimpers against the paws holding him down, only driving their claws and cocks in deeper. 

The leader starts to thrust faster, the barbs of his dick raking Matthew’s tonsils. The boy splutters wetly around his dick, choking as bitter pre coats his throat. The lion tears his cock free with a roar, and Matthew gasps in shock as his face is covered in thick ropes of cum, streaking his cheeks, his forehead, clinging to his whiskers and eyelashes. Through the dripping wetness he can see the leader sigh with satisfaction, pacing lazily to watch the proceedings from a sunny rock. 

Matthew barely has time to take a breath before another lion pounces to take his leader’s place. A shorter, fatter cock is stuffed unceremoniously into his mouth, his jaw straining with the effort of keeping his mouth stretched wide around it. 

The pair of lions in his ass continue to hammer him, bending him nearly in half as they tug his head back thoughtlessly. The lion in his mouth snarls in protest as his cock is pulled from Matthew’s hot, wet mouth, grabbing his head back to stuff it back in. He chokes at the intrusion, so occupied with trying to breathe that he doesn’t spot the third lion approaching his fucked-bloody hole. 

There is a short scuffle between his legs as the third lion, an albino, tries to squeeze into the fray. He grips Matthew by the tail, yanking his ass up. There is a tight, squeezing space between the other lions’ cocks, a red-black slit that screams with heat. The albino lines up his cock and shoves in with one fierce snap of his hips. 

It’s too much. 

Matthew’s swollen, battered prostate ruptures in an explosion of agonizing pleasure. He shrieks around the fat cock in his mouth, his body jackknifing violently as he orgasms again. A weak spurt of cum dribbles from his neglected cock, the short shaft almost purple with arousal. Hot tears streak down his face as he sobs at the feeling, his ass ripped open, blood pouring between his legs. 

And still the lions thrust their cocks into that ruined, bloody space, wrapping their claws around his tail to hold him in place. One lion grips his thighs, pushing his legs together to squeeze his fucked-sloppy tailhole tighter around their dicks. Matthew screams and writhes, all thought driven from his mind, everything reduced to stop, more, no, please howling for control over his body. 

He’s going mad from the pain of it, his tailhole feels like he’s being pierced by a railroad spike, pounded so hard and deep that his spine might break under the pressure, his skinny hips grinding the dirt as his pelvis is ravaged again and again and again. 

In his mindless throes of agony, he barely registers the dark, encroaching shapes of the circling lions growing closer. His cock pulses faintly against the dirt. If he weren’t out of his mind from the warring sensations, he would laugh--bleeding out and suffocating slowly on a musky cock in his throat and still he wants more. 

The dark forms of the hungry lions descend like ravens. The swarm him in a cacophony of snarls and scraping claws, teeth snapping inches from his fur. The air feels superheated, charged with so much lust and driving, insatiable hunger that Matthew shudders with it, the energy clinging to his fur. Three of the lions step behind him and Matthew feels the ripped-open muscle of his tailhole flex in fear and arousal.

They try futilely to fit inside his hole, but the ragged edges are stretched past their limit. One long, pulsing cock shoves in anyway, ripping him wide open. A gush of blood pours into the dirt as Matthew screams aloud, pushed forward into the dirt, his ass high in the air.  

What lions can’t fit in his crammed-full holes crowd around him anyway, the musk of their cocks utterly overwhelming. Matthew chokes for breath as they press against him, rutting against his bloodied, cum-stained fur with their heavy, dragging cocks. Every inch of his body is smeared with sticky pre and saliva as the lions thrust into empty air, each one more desperate for contact than the last. 

Salamand’s sigil flares and burns at the contact, a fresh wave of lust coursing through him. The lions shudder and buck against him, their heavy cocks wet against his fur. Their claws pierce his skin, trying to pull him closer to their hungry, waiting maws. Matthew writhes in pain as he’s dragged through the dirt, his hole split wide by the frantically-pumping cocks trying to claim every inch of his throbbing insides. 

The claws in his flesh are replaced by sharp, hot stings as the lions around him begin to buck with orgasm, painting the wounds in their cum. Every hot spray over his skin sends a fresh pulse of arousal through him, his cock hanging between his legs, desperately hard and still untouched. 

His ass squeezes tight around the mess of cocks stuffed inside him as his balls give a hitching twitch. 

The four lions at his back give a howl as they orgasm in unison. Cum floods into Matthew’s stomach, distending it as it swells, so heavy with their cum that it presses against the dirt. The lions fall away in exhaustion, but three more take their place, shoving in so quickly that Matthew doesn’t even have time to register their absence as they slide into the ruined wetness. 

Hot exhaustion fills his body, heavy with the weight of the cum and the loss of blood. The lions circling him begin to bite at him in earnest, filling their jaws with mouthfuls of fur and blood. With a deep growl that rocks the mouse to his core, the leader stands back up from his perch, prowling forward. 

He flips Matthew easily onto his back, the cocks in his ass sliding free for only a moment before shoving back in. Matthew’s cock gives a  weak, exhausted twitch, his balls spent and aching. The lion drags his long, barbed tongue over the length of the mouse’s dick and the boy gives a stuttering cry of need, his cock flexing against the lion’s tongue. 

The lion slurps and sucks at his cock for a moment and Matthew forgets all the pain, all the blood, all the cum on his fur. The pleasure is so intense that his balls tighten again, his cock so hard in the lion’s mouth that he is dizzy with it, blood flooding through him with a fury. 

He gives a low wail of pleasure, his voice wrecked as the lion takes him into his throat. The lions at his back push him forward with their thrusts, forcing his cock and balls into the lion’s wet, waiting mouth. It feels so, so good, everything hot and crashing in his ears. His cock flexes wildly as another orgasm rips through him, splattering the lion’s throat with his cum. 

With a snarl, the lion bites down, his razor teeth severing Matthew’s cock and balls in a rush of blood and agony. The mouse screams through his orgasm, starting to buck uncontrollably as he shudders. The ringing in his ears is a roar, so loud and overwhelming that it nearly blinds him, his awareness nothing but the pain of the lions tearing his ass open, the teeth in his flesh, the claws raking down his back. He spasms and arches his back as the lions rip through him, the white heat of overwhelming pleasure and pain throbbing through him. 

Another set of teeth find his throat, tearing his larynx wide as another lion stuffs his cock into the new hole. Matthew gives a last, desperate gurgle as the dick is pushed into his throat, his squirms growing weak and wet. 

The lions around him pay no mind to his twitching, limp body that grows cold against their cocks, thrusting into the ruined mouse desperately as they dissolve into a snarling, snapping orgy.