Several months passed after Tapiwa awoke from his slumber and rejoined his wives.  Abeni was almost assuredly with child now, and had settled into her life with Tapiwa and Adaeze well.  She still hadn’t quite become comfortable with living natural the way that they did, but had shed the heavy robes she had brought with her in exchange for a brightly colored buba and iro gifted to her by Komona.  The simple light blouse and the dress that was naught but a bolt of fabric tied around her waist, was more than enough to satisfy her modesty as well as to satisfy her and her husband’s shared desire for him to access her body at his whim.  She sat around a circle with a few older hyena women, Azubuike resting on her thigh as they went around sewing clothes and embroidering into them.  It wasn’t a business, just keeping themselves dressed.  The males took care of the real business.  Handling the cattle, processing the dead dogs.  
On the coasts men would buy asian medicines made from the blood, bones, manhoods of people.  They could sell the skins even to the more civilized and ethical Europeans. Once a man’s skinned it’s hard to tell him from a feral, after all.  She surprised them all, so quickly becoming so comfortable with all of this brutality.  She told Adaeze, Komona, others, her father was not a stranger to this kind of life.  Her uncles, cousins, her brother, were all similarly cruel, but spurred to go even further by their weakness.  They wouldn’t stand up to a fight with Tapiwa, Adaeze, and Komona’s tribe,  that was for sure.  A great many people would die though.  And now, she cared more for these hyenas, more for Tapiwa, for Adaeze, for their cubs, than she had cared for her family when she first came here.  
The baby boy on her thigh grasped at her breast through her buba, nibbled and gnawed at her through the fabric.  She could only giggle and purr, in spite of being dry the experience of caring for Adaeze’s children only made her look forward to her own even more.  The prospect of having children was joyful to her now that she has been able to choose her husband for herself, and was fortunate enough to have made herself a good match.  It made her feel a little indignant though, that Adaeze’s appraisal of her like a heifer good for birthing young and giving milk turned out to be so true to her own desires.  She rubbed her stomach.  She couldn’t be showing yet.  She couldn’t even be sure she was with child yet.  But somehow she knew.  She prayed quietly for it, for a strong son that would please her husband and bring honor to him. Her attention was taken away from her fellowship with Allah by the women at her circle.  Their heads turned to the entrance of the camp, and as Azubuike continued to paw at her breast, her eyes went to saucers as her eyes laid on the familiar form.  

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“So this is the gun that blew your chest out your back, big man.” Komona said.  She wore a mens’ buba with a hood on it, and a pair of baggy, heavy pants like the foreigners wore, full of pockets and other such things.  She wore one belt through the loops, the waist bunched up around her waist because they were a few sizes too big, and a few other belts for decoration, one of which was a chain that jangled as she moved.  In her hands was the gun, the heavy, fat lump of steel and plastic, covered in that gaudy green and yellow stripe. “I’d tell you a little more about it but I don’t think you’d know what I was talking about. I’m surprised what good shape it was in. The other one you guys brought in that day was a rusted piece of garbage.”  She rocked a magazine into it and racked the bolt.
Tapiwa and Adaeze stood out in the field with her, arms crossed.  Adaeze was listening, was paying attention, but it was more than clear Tapiwa was here out of a sense of obligation more than actual interest.  This was something that Adaeze had wanted but had been kept away from. For Tapiwa, it was simply learning about a new animal that he had to watch out for.    “I’m going to be honest with you, you’re a big strong guy, but you don’t know guns. And uh, I’m going to be honest, I don’t think you want to put forth the effort to learn to use one.”  She shook her head and walked to an old folding table with a rug over it.  “Besides your help, do you know why my little tribe of outcasts and cripples has managed to become one of the most powerful?  Because I don’t just put cheap communist rifles in the hands of children and idiots -no offense- and expect them to fight for me with no further guidance.” The albino hyena spoke quickly and dramatically, she always did.  Part of her flair as a leader.  Her charisma.  It did nothing for the lions, but it was a difficult switch to flip off.  
Tapiwa walked to the table with her, Adaeze following at his side.  He put a hand on it and growled when Komona smacked his hand away firmly.  “So what does that mean? Will you teach us or not?”  Adaeze rested her hand on her husband’s waist and smiled. “I think she’s telling you that’s too much rifle for you.”  She teased, making him growl.  
“Exactly right.”  Komona replied, gripping the edge of the blanket and pulling it off of the table, letting it fall to the ground. “It was too much rifle for the man you took it from, too.  That’s why he’s dead.”  She let out a bark of a laugh and sat the rifle down, a click of the safety lever before doing so.  “It’s a hard rifle to use effectively.  It takes time and training.  Time that I know you don’t want to spend on it, Tapiwa.  So I’m going to start with your gift, and then get to Adaeze’s.”  
	Both of the guns on the table looked mostly the same to Tapiwa.  Hunks of black metal and black plastic.  One was a lot bigger than the other, sure. But the little one seemed to have more things attached to it.  Komona picked up the big one with a surprising ease and pressed a button, pulling the long, thick magazine out. It was full of bright red plastic shells that Tapiwa was unfamiliar with.  “Italian.  Franchi SPAS 15.” She shoved the magazine back up into it and stuck two fingers into the carry handle and with a heavy chunk racked the bolt.  “Brand new.  On a boat bound for Tunisia if you can believe it.  Kept one for myself and this one is my...  well consider it a wedding present for your union with the fat one.  Beni? Cute thing.  I’m still waiting on my turn with her, by the way.” She said, shoving the gun into Tapiwa’s arms and smacking his injured arm, making him wince and growl.  He gripped it fairly competently, it’s hard to hold a gun wrong.  She rubbed the stock and poked the pocket in his shoulder where it should rest.  “Put it in right here, pull it in hard.”  He pulled the shotgun into his shoulder and pointed it in a general direction. He was at least smart enough not to point it towards their camp.  Komona put her claw on the front sight and tapped it.  “Put your cheek down on the stock and look at this post right here huh?” He did, and she could see his eye wandering, trying to fit it right, trying to get comfortable. “Put that post right here.” She poked the trough in the rear sight.  “Once you have that post in that trough, whatever you’re aiming it at is where you’re going to hit.  Shoot it a few times.  Play with it and I’ll show you how to reload it.”  
	While Komona was roughly giving Tapiwa the once-over, Adaeze had already picked hers up, was already playing with it.  She knew well enough not to touch the trigger, but this one had so many buttons and levers, had this odd metal tube on it between what Komona had told Tapiwa was the sights.  The first round from Tapiwa’s SPAS went off, and both of the lions jumped at how loud it was, at how powerful that reverberation was.  Tapiwa smiled a bit, seeing the big puff of earth rising where his shot landed, and continued emptying out his magazine.  Komona turned to Adaeze and gently lifted the rifle from her hands, cradling it like a baby and smiling a big, toothy smile to the lioness.  “Colt, 653.  Standard rifle of Malaysia, the Philippines, and a little country called The United States. Three positions, here.  Safe, no bang. Fire-1 bang.  Full-hold the trigger until it stops going bang or whatever you’re shooting is dead.” She handed the rifle back to Adaeze and wrapped her arms around her.  The lioness already had figured out how to shoulder and how to aim, in general.  Komona’s hands gloved over Adaeze’s and guided her. “This drops your magazine.  This T-handle up here is how you charge it.” The hyena leaned forward into Adaeze, pushing her upper body forward, and kicked her feet, spreading her legs a bit.  “Bend your knees.  Drop your hips a bit first.  It doesn’t kick as much as it pushes you backwards. You just have to push back a little and you can keep it steady.”  
	Adaeze laughed a bit and pushed the selector all the way forward. “I feel like you’ve said that to me before.”  She wiggled her hips back into the hyena’s playfully.  When she pulled the trigger it pushed her back more than she expected. She held on for dear life, both hands gripping tightly, unable to release the trigger until the gun had ran empty.  When the gun went silent, there was a pause, and then a loud, giddy laughter.  “I LIKE THIS!  I like this A LOT!”  All 30 rounds had gone into a patch of dirt about the size of a man, with a couple of flyers here and there but not that much to worry about.  
Komona guided Adaeze’s trigger finger to the magazine release and pressed it, letting it fall to the ground with a hollow metallic clang and the reverberation of the un-compressed spring inside.  “New magazine.  Bullets forward.” She guided Adaeze to pull a fresh one out of the hyena’s thigh pocket, “Straight up into the box.”  she shoved it up into the gun with her, and then guided her hand to the paddle.  “Drop the bolt.” smacked it, the bolt rang forward and the uncompressed recoil spring made an audible twang in Adaeze’s ears as her cheek remained pressed to the buffer tube.  “You’re ready to go.  Never have to take your eyes off the sights, never have to break the picture.”  
Adaeze balked a bit, shaking her head and straightening up,taking the rifle out of her finger.  “It’s so light… and everything works so easy…” 
“Yeah, yeah…” Komona stepped back and walked to the table, picking up another magazine for the Spas15.  “You do need to take a little bit more care of it but that shouldn’t be a problem for you.”  The hyena walked to Tapiwa’s left side.  “You don't need to be fast.  You’re already going to be loading faster than anyone else with a shotgun.  She smacked the magazine into his left hand and gloved his hand the way she had Adaeze’s, though of course her hand was much smaller than the oversized male predator’s.   She pushed his thumb against the thick steel magazine release and swept it forward, taking the old magazine in his hand and pulling it out, moving his hand just far enough to put the new magazine in place and shoving it straight up into the magazine well.  “Don't drop these.  These are expensive. You need to keep them and bring ‘em back.  And don’t break them.”  She moved away from him and backed off.  “Now, charge it just like I did and uh… go to town on that bush.” 
Tapiwa smiled and centered his sights on a shrub about 20m away, and quickly emptied his magazine on it.  Eight shells in a Magazine, 9 .32” pellets per shell, means 72 third-of-an-inch lead balls flying 1300 feet-per-second.  There were a few shreds of the original stalk of the bush, some standing limbs still, but most of the shrubbery was gone.  Komona patted his back.  “Guys use shotguns like this to clear heavy brush.  Adaeze’s gun is good but it won't penetrate thick brush and shit really well so keep that in mind.” She gave Tapiwa another magazine and he stripped the old one and put the new one in himself.  “I’ve got a couple of carriers that should work for you guys.  Light, don't carry too much but I don't think you guys are going to be getting in big firefights.”
“We never have before.” Tapiwa said.  It seemed he had figured out the safety on his own, he pressed it to the safe position and lowered the muzzle to the dirt.  
Adaeze added, “What we have is probably more than we’ll ever need.”  Clicking her own safety and raising her muzzle towards the sky.  
“Probably.”  Komona said, picking up the FAL she’d brought with her and picking up the blanket she’d covered the table with, bundling up the empty magazines in it.  “I’ll show you how to load these, how to clean them, and bring you the gear I got you later on.  Let’s go back to the village, I’m hungry.”

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	The older women in the village had taken the kittens to the lions’ tent.  Abeni hadn’t moved from her spot at the sewing circle, but she had turned around to face the visitor.  Metaphorically face him.  Her hands rested in her lap and her face was cast down to the ground as a male lion in robes stood over her.  He wore a sword on his left hip, a dagger on his right.  A clean and well-kept AKMSP, the stock folded, hung on a woven, colorful sling across his back.  They were surrounded by multiple hyenas, males and females, with rifles and shotguns of different kinds.  They were… at attention, but most wore the face one has when witness to other peoples’ family business, an awkward kind of disinterest, “I’d rather not be here,” “can I shoot him,” and other kinds of similar thoughts painted on their faces.
	“Your father understands your weakness in the face of fear, and he is willing to forgive you.  The deaths of cousin Ehsan and uncle Qadir shook us all.  He is proud of your willingness to sacrifice for the family but ashamed of your acting without his permission.” he reached down to put a hand on her chin, trying to pull her face up, but she shook her head away and refused to look up at him.  “Giving yourself over to these savages… How will you ever marry now? Who will have you?”
	“I am already married, it is too late to worry about that now, Naaji.”  She says, with a little wry chuckle that makes the male snarl a bit, clearly not used to her talking back.
	“That’s not true.  It’s not been long.  We claim your marriage but a divorce.  Take a short iddah and father will have you married to someone safe… some young son with a little inheritance.”  
	“So I can be some 10th-born-son’s least-favorite wife?” She finally looked up at him, a slight look of indignation on her face.  “And brother, my Iddah will be not be a short one.” She said, placing a hand on her stomach.”  
	He looked to her for a moment, head tilted, before his eyes widened, and he swallowed.  “You can’t know that for sure… father was hoping you hadn’t consummated yet…”  he looked a slight bit disgusted at her, his snarl now less angry and more… ashamed.
	Abeni stood and he took a step back, the lioness laughing at him again.  “I could have expected that from father, but you should know better, being so young.” She brushed the dirt off of her clothes. “Tapiwa consummates with his wives in a week more than Father does in a year.  Even with a fat one like me.  And I am sure I am already with his child.”  
	“And we have ways of solving that problem, if you will only come ho-” He wasn’t allowed to finish, an open-handed slap went across his face, the back of her hand swiping across his jaw with a loud crack.  
	“This child is not a problem to solve, and you, or father, or any of our uncles or cousins or brothers will touch them!” she said firmly to him, giving him a hard shove to the chest.  He didn’t move far, he was a large, strong male, and she… wasn’t large, or strong.  But the smack to his face had clearly hurt his pride.  “You can tell father I am no longer his to shame.  I am a wife of Tapiwa Ibn Al Mudammir.  And I am happy here.  I am cared for.  I will be blessed with children like the stars, Naaji,” she put her hands on his face, cupping his cheeks.  “Be happy for me.”
	Naaji shook his head from her hand now and straightened his robes.  “I will… tell father you’re intent to stay.  And that you’re obviously with child… I can’t promise he will believe me.”  He shook his head at her, sighing. “You could have stayed with the us…” 
	“I could have, akhi.” She smiled. “I chose not to.  I expected to die or worse when I came here, and I still chose to come rather than stay at home with father and our uncles.  I was pleasantly surprised but I didn’t know it would be like this when I came.  Remember me when you raise your daughters so they won’t run.” She smiled warmly to him, looking in his eyes.  
	Naaji scoffed and turned, nearly running into Tapiwa.  He had been standing behind the smaller, younger lion, waiting for the need to arise for him to interfere, to protect his wife.  He had been listening.  He was angry, visibly so, but chose not to act on it.  He also didn’t move out of Naaji’s way, forcing the younger lion to step around him.  He didn’t say anything to Tapiwa, but nodded at him and stepped around, walking quickly.  As he exited the circle that was protecting the lioness, he was intercepted by the light furred, albino hyena Komona, the woman putting an arm around him, pulling the taller lion down a bit to be at her level. 
“Hey there, sport~” Komona said, gripping his shoulder and kneading it in her hand.  Hyena females had the more testosterone of their species, her upper body strength was on par with a male, even a lion male, even if she didn’t have the size.  “You got some muscles under those robes don’t you?  I wouldn’t mind having you spend the night some time.” she down at him, having pulled him slightly below her level.  He could have resisted, sure, but she had a FAL in her right hand, and she was the matriarch of this whole… tribe?  Warband? Naaji wasn’t sure what you would call it, but he knew he didn’t want to offend them in the middle of their own village.  “You know, your sister loves it here.  Tapiwa and Adaeze love it here.  The kids love it here.  Maybe you’d like it here. Lions are great for hyenas to have around, you know.  People respect you guys more, no matter how many hyenas are around, how many people we kill, how much business we run, people always disrespect the yeen, you know?” she let go of his shoulder and moved her hand down, getting a swing and giving a sharp smack on his ass.  “You’d get fed for free, just have to do the mildest work, scare some people~” she kept her hand on his butt and dug her claws in a bit.  “Let me take you to do business.  Tapiwa hates doing that boring work. Go into town, scare some Chinamen into paying more than my stuff is worth, and maybe we have some fun on the way home.”  She let his ass go as they reached the outskirts of their camp, giving him a bit of a shove, making him stumble a bit.  “If you ever come back, come straight to my tent. If you don't, I’ll be very very angry.” She smiled a big, broad, toothy smile behind her pale pink lips. “I may have to spank you.”  
Naaji nodded to her, backing towards his dusty truck. “Um, y-yes, I will consider that.  It’s an enticing offer.”  He climbed in, keeping his eyes on her out of a kind of fear and need for awareness, not knowing if she was going to open fire on him or something else.  
“Yeah, fucking enticing.” She squeezed her own crotch, bulging out her pseudo-peen down her pants-leg.  Naaji managed to find the key hole and turned the truck over, raising a rooster-tail of dust as he drove away as quick as possible, leaving the albino hyena standing in the cloud cackling like wild.

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As Naaji walked away Tapiwa stepped closer to Abeni, stepping up close to her.  As soon as Naaji turned his back the pale-furred, plump lioness started shaking, her courage finally failing her, her bravado failing her.  “I-I can’t believe I just slapped him… I can’t... “ She laughed a bit, a nervous, fearful kind of laugh.  “I, haha father didn’t ever let any of the women discipline his sons. Not even their mothers or elder sisters.”  
Adaeze stepped behind her, putting her hands on her shoulders and holding her. “I’m proud of you. You must have been so afraid.”  She looked up to Tapiwa over Abeni’s head, smiling to him.  “She looked so strong for a moment, didn’t she?” She kneaded Abeni’s shoulders like light sweet dough.
“She looked angry.” Tapiwa said, reaching out and putting a hand on her soft cheek.  He petted her face gently and between Adaeze’s comforting hold and his caressing of her face, she began to calm down, her shaking stopping and giving her the opportunity to take a couple of deep breaths, “I am very proud of you, Abeni.” He leaned down and kissed her on the lips, a soft, short peck of a kiss, and when he pulled away her anxious fearful smile relaxed, to a much more genuine one, softer.  
Abeni put her hands on Tapiwa’s sides and softly tugged him in, wrapping her arms tighter around him and burying her face in his bare chest.  Adaeze wrapped arms around both Abeni and Tapiwa, pulling them all in together, and Tapiwa draped his arms over Adaeze’s shoulders, pulling her into him to kiss her over Abeni.  The plump grey lioness squished between her two mates, the top of her head covered by his wild mane, her face obscured by his pectorals as her nose nestled in the valley between them.  She could hear them kissing above her, and a little hidden  blush formed on her cheeks, paired with a jealous wiggle of her hips.  Tapiwa’s hands moved down from their nested spot on Adaeze’s back, one down the muscular lioness’s side, one down the little plump one’s, each hand resting on one of their hips, pulling them both into them. 
“We doing this in the middle of the camp again?  I didn't know it was harvest time!”  The stark white hyena said loudly, invading their hug from the side, taking all three lions in her hold as best as she could.  Tapiwa growled and broke the kiss with Adaeze, broke the hug with two lionesses and shot a chuff and jab of the chin at Komona before walking away towards his tent, his hands gripping both of his wives’ hips and taking them with him.  “Oh, oh, we’re NOT doing that in the middle of camp again, okay.” she said, waving to them. “I still want a turn with Beni! You owe me!” She said, starting to cackle again and walking away to continue about her business.  

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“I can’t believe how angry you looked,” Adaeze held Abeni’s shoulders as they walked together back towards their family tent.  Abeni laughed a bit sand shrugged her shoulders, putting her chin down and hiding a little bit of a blush. 
“It wasn’t that impressive, Adaeze…” she said shyly, turning to hide her face away from Adaeze and Tapiwa.  
“It was attractive, Abeni.” Adaeze walked her fingers down Abeni’s arms and gripped her soft, squishy biceps a bit as they walked into the tent together, leaning in to lay her chin on the lioness’ shoulder. “You looked so sexy while you were angry.”  She released her, walking down to their bed pile and flopping down on the furs, blankets and pillows that made it up.  
Abeni froze for a moment, her cheeks and the velvetty inside of her ears were bright red.  Tapiwa put his hands softly on her shoulders and stroked them up and down her arms.  As his rough pads moved across her soft, sun-warmed fur, her body relaxed and almost melted back into his chest, sighing out a deep sigh.  “You looked... “  Tapiwa started, before turning down to kiss the top of Abeni’s head, nuzzling in and wrapping his arms around her chest, underneath her bust, choosing to embrace her rather than continue speaking.  Adaeze smiled broadly watching this, reclining back on the bed and getting comfortable, shedding the web gear Komona had given her and throwing it aside. She giggled a bit as she saw Abeni’s lips quiver, leaning up on one elbow as she faced them, watched them. 
Abeni moved her hands over Tapiwa’s, her smaller, soft hands gloving over his rough paws, tightening his grip around her body.  It plumped her chest up, stretching at the fabric of her buba and plumping her cleavage up at the front.  The soft, light furred lioness purred feeling her husband’s embrace, and nuzzled her head back into his kisses.  “Tapiwa… husband…?” She said, quietly. 
Tapiwa nuzzled towards her ears and kissed her right behind the ear, pressing his lips to her soft, plush fur.  “Yes?” he said in a deep, husky whisper.
“I want you to take me.” she said, her voice quivering.  “Like you take Adaeze… I want all of your passion, all of your power… I want to feel it all.  No holding back.” she said, in a very quiet, fearful voice.  Not fearful of her husband. Not of his power or of his passion.  But fearful of asking for it, fearful of asserting herself.  Fearful of admitting her carnal desires, even for her husband.  
Tapiwa didn’t answer her.  He didn’t move for a while, continuing to embrace her, breathing through her fur and enjoying her warm scent.  She started shivering, anticipating rejection.   Her husband’s grasp on her body loosened and his hands moved up to her chest.  His claws grasped at her shirt and tore it to sunders in a quick, rough motion, making her yell out in surprise.  Her large breasts bounced free as they were no longer constrained in the fabric of her buba. The air in the tent was warm and humid, but even so, once her sensitive bare flesh was exposed to the open air they began to harden.  They had little time to on their own though, as quickly tapiwa’s hands moved to grasp at the soft, fleshy orbs, even his massive hands barely able to palm her whole breasts.  She gasped feeling herself grabbed, taken control of like that, and she moaned. Her hands moved over his yet again, holding him.  Her toes clawed at the earth beneath her feet as she settled into this pleasure, into his hands kneading and groping at the soft flesh of her bosom. 
And then she yeowled.  She yeowled at his claws grasping that flesh, gripping her tightly.  She yeowled at the teeth that grasped the back of her neck firmly. Her voice cried out wordlessly as his rough pads pinched and pulled at her npples, twisting them, treating her body more roughly than he ever had before.  Even though she wasn’t used to the pain, even though she wasn’t accustomed to this kind of treatment, she didn’t shy away from it.  She didn’t hate it.  She had seen and heard her sisters, her aunts and her own mother treated this way and she never envied them, she never desired it for herself, but somehow this was different.  It felt different.  Was it the fact she had asked for it? Was it the fact that this treatment was symbolic of her husband’s hunger and his passion and not her husband’s wrath or abuse? She didn’t know why.  She didn’t care to understand now.  Her legs felt weak, her womanhood felt hot and she could feel the wetness growing, spreading down the insides of her thighs.  
Adaeze, for her part, laid on their shared bed looking up at them, a hand clutching one of her breasts and another hand between her legs, her fingers dancing over her mons pubis and her labia majora, teasing herself as she watched. “She’s enjoying it, Tapiwa.  Don’t stop…” She slipped two fingers into herself, spreading her wet lips and making soft, quiet stirring and squelching sounds at the end of the tent.  
Tapiwa’s hands moved down from Abeni’s breasts to her hips, gripping the hem of her dress and Ripping it apart. Once the folded over and sewn up hem was torn, the rest of it split open like tissue paper, the darker, coarser fur of hier groin exposed and the moisture dripping down her thighs and glistening in that longer, coarser pubic fur. His fingers ran through her crotchfur, his claws dragging across her sensitive flesh, squeezing her soft plush mound, his middle finger slipping into the cleft of her lips and curling up into her tunnel, feeling her welcoming wet heat. She gasped at his rough treatment, her voice catching raspily as he pleasured her with rough hands, as his maw moved from her neck to her shoulder, leaving deep red marks where he nipped, where he bit in earnest.  “Tapiwa!” she cried out loudly, her hands gripping his wrists, digging her own dulled claws into him instinctually. He released her with his jaws and shoved her forward, pushing her onto the pile of pillows and skins and sheets, falling down onto Adaeze.
Adaeze laughed and caught Abeni, hugging the woman into her chest. “Oooh are you having trouble handling it already sister? He’s been kind so far~” she cooed, her tail whipping behind her as she ran her fingers through Abeni’s fur, petting her as Tapiwa’s hands much more roughly landed on the plump lioness’ hips.   
“Wh-Tapiwa, please, let me-EEE!” she almost squealed as his jaws wrapped around her soft, squishy asscheek, biting down firmly as each hand gripped her thighs, his fingers digging in to the pliable flesh, his claws dragging across her skin leaving raised red marks as he bit over and over again across her cheeks, across her thighs, growling deeply.  Abeni moaned and whimpered in a mix of pain and pleasure, knowing tapiwa was leaving his tooth and clawmarks all over her jiggling ass and thighs, her tail whipping behind her, occasionally striking Tapiwa’s face as he went at her behind, biting and nipping, sucking and leaving hickeys along with the bite marks and clawmarks.  
Abeni’s body was so much softer, so much plusher than Adaeze’s.  There was so much for Tapiwa to wrap his jaws around he was almost overwhelmed. The nape of her neck was loose and fatty almost like a child’s and she reacted so strongly when he clenched his teeth around it.  Her shoulders, her arms, her sides, everywhere had some nice, soft meat to dig his claws in to, to dig his teeth into.  Right now he couldn’t pry his attention away from her rump, from the cleft where her cheeks met her thighs.  It was so soft and her flavor was so good, savory, salty, but sweet as well, with the slightest bitter aftertaste of sweat.  He couldn’t resist kneading her thighs with his clawed hands, rolling them, squeezing them, clawing them like a soft sweet dough.  Her tail smacked his face and he was distracted from her rump finally. He wrapped his jaw around the base of her tail and bit down, making her mewl and growl against Adaeze’s chest, her head and back still being petted by the more muscular lioness.  
“You’re horrible… She can’t even struggle~” Adaeze cooed to Tapiwa, making eye contact with him as she petted Abeni’s ears and he locked his jaws around her tail.  
The plump lioness’ legs did kick.  Her claws did dig into the dirt underneath her.  Her arms held Adaeze tight and her claws raked through the muscular lioness’ fur.  Abeni’s muzzle was buried between Adaeze’s breasts, huffing her scent as she breathed desperately from Tapiwa’s rough treatment.  Tapiwa’s hands gripped the tops of her thighs and his thumbs moved between her cheeks and spread her, exposing her tailhole and the softl spreading her pussy to reveal the hot pink flesh barely peeking out from between her thick, soft lips and her darker-furred bush.  The lioness mewled, anticipating a penetration, anticipating finally getting to feel his fingers or something inside her needy heat.  What she received was the feeling of his mouth wrapped around as much of her wet mound as possible, his nose buried under her tail and his rough feline tongue dragging across her folds.  Abeni’s tail shot down, her eyes widened.  “Aah!  T-Tapiwa no!  That’s makrooh!” She looked up to Adaeze, earnestly trying to crawl away from Tapiwa’s licking, biting, nibbling maw at her lowers.  “That’s dirty!  A-Adaeze tell him!  A husband isn’t to put his mouth there-AAhn!”  she moaned out, falling forward back onto Adaeze’s chest.  
Adaeze placed her hands on Abeni’s cheeks and moved her to face her, pinching her cheeks in her fingers as she cradled her soft face.  “Our husband is to put whatever he wants, wherever he wants~” She cooed, leaning in to kiss the woman.  “You didn’t mind when I did it…”
“Th-that was different!  I was being f-...” she hesitated, only now considering how she had justified that in her mind. How she had justified making love to another woman.  
Adaeze smiled to her and stroked through her headfur, nuzzling her.  “You left that behind when you came to us, sister~” she said lovingly, pulling Abeni fully up to rest on her chest, her head over her shoulder so that she could look across Abeni’s back down to Tapiwa.  
The lion’s eyes were barely visible over the lioness’ plump cheeks.  Adaeze could see them closed, focusing on the flavor of his wife and the feel of her fur under his tongue.  His hands gripped at her asscheeks and his claws dug deep into them, little pinpricks of blood dripping from matching 5-pointed marks.  The sounds of him slurping, swallowing, the wet smacks of his tongue and of his lips against her lips were audible even over the sound of the lioness’ moans and groans, her purring and growling, her yeowls in pain from a stray nip, a stray bite of his sharp teeth.  Her claws dug into Adaeze’s shoulders and her head fell back as she came, a wet splashing heard from between her legs as her pussy spasmed and her juices poured down Tapiwa’s chin and onto the ground underneath him, the hungry lion not stopping for a second, not shying away from her taste. Her toes clawed at the open air and she gritted her teeth as Tapiwa continued, eating her for his pleasure and his enjoyment, not hers.  Hers was simply a side-effect, a byproduct of being used.  Abeni’s whole body tightened as he licked up, dragging his tongue across her lips and then up across her tailhole, making her yell out with a high pitched, almost broken squeal.  “Aah! Th-there too?!?!” She asked in surprise and confusion, looking at Adaeze.  
“Don’t be afraid, Abeni.  Just enjoy him before he starts biting again…” she said, stroking Abeni’s ears and pulling her face back into her bosom to muffle her moans and cries.  
Tapiwa held Abeni’s luscious cheeks apart, keeping her pucker exposed for his rough, hungry tongue.  Over and over again he lapped over her, sometimes intently dragging the full length of his tongue across her clean, pink asshole, and sometimes starting down at the top of her pussy, dragging his tongue across her folds, through the delicious, soaking wet bush of pubic fur before finally slurping across her ass again.  Her tail flagged, raised straight up in the air with tension of her body, her still unaccustomed to this kind of attention, to this kind of affection from her husband.  Her back arched up, her knees were off the ground as she dug her claws into the earth beneath her, pushing herself forward to no avail, only pushing her hips up higher.  Tapiwa’s thumbs moved away from her pussy,  and into the bends of her legs, squishing her mons together.  Abeni felt the hot, wet breath on her before his lips wrapped around her entire, furry mound and sucked on it firmly. She wriggled her hips and moved back and forth, her claws continuing to knead Adaeze’s shoulders and biceps as she meweled out loudly.  When she felt his teeth on her she whimpered and bit her lips as he felt his own sharp teeth digging into her sensitive, delicate feminine flesh.  
“Oh, poor sweet thing, he’s doing that thing, isn’t he?”  Adaeze cooed, smiling as she looked down at them both. “I usually kick him when he tries to do that to me…” she laughed a bit, rubbing her thighs together trying to somehow sate her own arousal, as her toes kneaded the empty air.  She had the self control to deny her desires currently, they took turns all the time and right now it was Abeni’s turn. But she was desperately hungry, needy for someone inside of her.  
Tapiwa released Abeni from his jaws and she sighed deeply in relief, only lightly moaning and wiggling now as he bit, nipped, licked and scratched his way up her back, his hands reaching around and clawing her soft belly, her tits, moving up her body towards Adaeze, towards mounting her.  Adaeze reached out a hand and as soon as he was within reach she took his mane, pulling him all the way up, all the way to mount Abeni, up to her face so that she could kiss him firmly, passionately, so that she could show her husband her love for him as he gave his love to their wife. Abeni’s taste on Tapiwa’s lips, her juices pouring down his jaw, down his mane, dripping from his fur made Adaeze’s mouth water.  Both of the females were surprised when Tapiwa broke the kiss and roared suddenly. 
“Aww, come on big guy.”  Komona said, having entered at some point during the lions’ love making.  She smacked Tapiwa on the ass which elicited a snap of the teeth from him, and a laugh from Adaeze. Abeni was still a little too distracted, whether or not she’d noticed Komona was there was an honest guess.  “I wanted a go at the big girl.” she said, throwing her buba off and into a corner, starting to unbuckle her several belts.  “Looks like you need a little love though, huh, Adaeze?” The hyena was stark white along her entire body.  Her lips, her nose, her pads, her nipples, her hanging pseudopeen were all pale pink.  An albino.  Her breasts weren’t particularly large but they were there, and her working-man’s muscle-tone showed through her thin, light white fur well.  Adaeze had had her many times, Tapiwa had had her many times.  They were familiar.  
“MMm a little snack to tide me over wouldn’t hurt…” Adaeze replied, spreading her legs apart and displaying her glistening black lips to the hyena. She smiled and kissed Abeni on the top of the head, looking up to Tapiwa.  “I think she’s ready, Tapiwa.”
Tapiwa growled as he watched Komona undress, his hands moving up to grip Abeni’s shoulders and pin her down against Adaeze’s chest, pushing himself up and getting in position behind her.  The top of his shaft rubbed against her coarse, dripping wet pubic fur, the heat radiating off of her and into his manhood, the heat radiating from his manhood against her lips.  Abeni lifted her head for the first time in a long time and looked back across her shoulder to her husband. She moved her hips side to side, rubbing her hot, wet womanhood against him, tickling his spined feline shaft with her pubic fur.  “Take me as you wish, Tapiwa.” She said with dreamy, half-lidded eyes, biting her lip to him.  Tapiwa dug his claws into her shoulders and pulled his hips back, sliding the full length of his cock across her cunt and letting the tip slide up her lips to her entrance.  When he felt his tip hit that exact right spot, he pulled her back in his arms, and thrust forward with his hips, thrusting into her with a loud, thunderous slam.  Abeni screamed out in a loud, breathy, broken yeowl as she was taken so roughly, her whole body rippling from her cheeks all the way up her back, her belly, down her legs.  
“Oh man, I know how that feels.” Komona joked.  The hyena laid herself down next to Adaeze, wrapping an arm around her and stroking her pussy with her fingers, nuzzling into the lioness’ neck.  “I didn’t walk for a day after that.” She nipped at Adaeze’s neck and pushed two fingers into her, making the muscular lioness moan.  One of Adaeze’s hands moved down and gripped Komona’s pseudo-peen, stroking the penis-like appendage gently as she let the hyena finger her.  “I still want a turn at her though.  Maybe you could let me break in her ass.  I’m not as big as you it’ll go easier. “
Tapiwa growled, and Adaeze turned to her and kissed her on the lips.  “You can discuss this later.  For now, let him do as he wishes and you have more important things to attend to.” She locked muzzles with the hyena, kissing her deeply, pushing her tongue into Komona’s mouth and making out with her sloppily as they played with each other.  Komona didn’t seem to mind, thrusting her hips against Adaeze’s hand and closing her eyes to enjoy that kiss.  
Tapiwa’s hips repeatedly, over and over and over again slammed into Abeni’s behind, rocking her body on the floor of their tent and making her whole body flow and bounce.  Her rear hurt from the power of his thrusts hitting her rump, she felt almost like she was getting paddled.  “Aah!  AAH!  AYEEEE!!!” She yelled over and over again like the breath was getting pushed out of her, that last long drawn out squeal an orgasm, one that was drawn out and intensified by his continuing thrusts.  Tapiwa felt her juices dripping down his shaft, down his balls, and Adaeze and Komona could see him smiling proudly.  He raked one hand full of claws down her back slowly, then gripped her tail, tugging upwards on it firmly and rubbing his thumb across her hole, stroking and massaging her drooly-wet pucker with his pawpad.  
“Man I’ll never understand how you guys can handle poundings like that without crying.  Those spiny dicks hurt enough when he’s being gentle…” Komona said, moving her hips to angle herself into Adaeze.  She pushed her hips forward and her nicely sized pseudo penis filled the tight, muscular lioness’ slick tunnel.  Her specially adapted clit filled the lioness well, and gave her amazing sensations especially with how tight Adaeze was and how reactive her muscles inside were.  
“Nnnnn…”  Adaeze purred, lifting her leg and moving a hand down to rub her clit while that smooth peen filled her.  “It doesn’t hurt to us… or… it doesn’t feel like pain…  It feels like a tickle, if a tickle made you cum…” She wrapped her leg behind Komona’s, supporting herself and giving the hyena something to brace and push against as she laid on her side thrusting into her.  
“Mmm I can imagine.  Still if I’m going to be taking it daily from a lion I think I’ll go somebody smaller than the big guy…  I bet Naaji would be more manageable…” she nibbled on Adaeze’s neck, a hand moving to grope her tits, her other arm bracing herself in her current position on her side.  
Abeni pressed her forehead to Adaeze’s chest, huffing, moaning, occasionally yelling in response to the tugs at her tail, the thrusts against her rear.  Those spines raked against her insides, his thick manhood stretching her more brutally now as he fucked her rougher than he ever had before.  It was true, her inner walls were more… robust than non-felines.  The sensations a little more dull.  The pricking, the dragging of his spines through her insides were an impossibly arousing, almost necessary sensation to arouse and to bring her to climax.  There was a raspy loud gasp as Tapiwa forced his thumb into Abeni’s virgin pucker, she bit her lip firmly and hissed an inhale as she tried to fight the urge to scream in pain.  Abeni was hurting.  She was in pain. This was incredibly intense.  But she loved every second of this, she begged for it.  She was doing her entire wifely duty, she was taking the full brunt and full force of her husband’s lust and fury and she was proud, she was happy, she felt desired, needed, wanted.  She felt fulfilled, entirely.  Her lust, her desire was a desire to be needed.  A desire to be wanted.  And if nothing else, Tapiwa’s brutal affection demonstrated an insatiable carnal desire for her.  He laid down over her, his huge, muscular frame dwarfing her body even as husky as she was.  She felt the nape of her neck wrapped in his jaws and clenched down on, her husband pulling back on her neck like a feral beast, tugging her into his thrusts.  His thumb circled and pulled on her hole as he grasped her cheek.  She could feel his cock flexing and throbbing inside of her, and anticipation welled up inside of her.  One of her hands moved down between her own legs, her soft, delicate hand cupping his balls and giving them a gentle squeeze.  “Aaah… NNNnnnnn… Tapiwa.. Husband… Please give me everything you have…” she said in light, breathy gasps, shoving her hips back into his thrusts, grinding against his lap.  Tapiwa roared into the nape of her neck as he came, as he poured his love and affection and every drop of his powerful seed into her.  Abeni sighed happily, continuing to massage her husband’s churning balls as he finishes his orgasm.  
“MMmmm heavenly isn’t it, sister?” Adaeze cooed, her free hand combing through Tapiwa’s mane, petting him, rewarding him for doing such a good job, showing him affection as Komona rocked her body.  
Abeni nuzzled up to Adaeze, licking her chin and smiling.  “I love you, sister.” She said, before kissing her on the lips passionately.  Adaeze purred and twitched and moaned into the kiss as she orgasmed, her fingers working her clit and Komona’s peen doing a good job of stimulating her.  The hyena herself kept thrusting for a few moments more before cumming herself, biting her lip and letting her eyes go half-lidded as she enjoyed a nice, more-than-decent first orgasm of the day.  
“God...DAMN do I love having lions around…”  She said to herself happily.  
One of Tapiwa’s hands gripped the back of Komona’s head, pulling her attention to him.  He made her make eye contact with him and growled. “I like your idea.  You get to go first.”  He said, letting her go and sitting up.  Abeni looked at Adaeze confused, then to Komona, and back to Tapiwa.  Adaeze smiled a knowing smile, and Komona smiled a very happy, anticipatory smile, licking her teeth hungrily as she eyed the lioness’ fat ass across her back.
“Oh no…”  Abeni said under her breath, a smile curling at her lips.

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Almost two weeks had passed since Naaji’s visit, Abeni had never felt more free and liberated.  She stood in the center of the camp over the fire where the other women were cooking.  She still held a fat little baby girl on her hip, talking with the hyenas as it took her both hands to carry the heavy infant.  Tapiwa’s passion had left visible bite marks and claw marks all over her body, particularly her neck,her shoulders, her arms, her hips.  She felt bold enough to walk about the camp without her top, which exposed the overlapping bite marks on her breasts and stomach, the dug-in claw marks on her hips.  Her knee length skirt showed the bite marks on her calves as well.  She was proud of them, proud of enduring Tapiwa and Adaeze’s passion, and she enjoyed every second of the pain and the pleasure she went through with them. She incited most of it, even.  The hyenas in the camp understood them, wearing her bruises and her wounds with pride.  Her uncle Ra’d, did not understand, however.  No, in the family a woman’s nakedness was shame.   In their family bruises and wounds were the remnants of punishments and chidings, not anything to display, not anything to bare out in the open.  
Ra’d’s shame was visible on his face the moment he saw her, his anger visible.  Unlike Naaji, however, Ra’d’s anger was actionable.  His roar brought the camp to a standstill for a short moment, before a handful of hyenas circled behind him. He didn't carry a rifle.  If he carried a firearm at all it was hidden somewhere in his robes.  What he did have on his person was a large, heavily curved sword on his left side and a similarly curved dagger on his right side. His thin black lips drawn back exposing his wet ivory-colored teeth.  
Behind Ra’d and on his left stood the boy that was known as Shahid.  Only one ear poked out from beneath his mane and a bald spot rested on his forehead where a thick messy rip once was.  No hint of a tail peaked from his robes.  He was carrying a firearm, though not a particularly nice one.  It was an Auto-5 that someone had cut down to tube-length.  He carried it in his hands, cradled in crossed arms.  His face wore a hard expression for a young man, but the way he shrunk from Ra’d’s roar betrayed the facade of an anxious boy, and the way he hugged his shotgun belied the nature of an impotent man hiding behind a weapon.
“Not two months among the kafir and you already debase yourself!” Ra’d screamed from across the fire, coming to a stop and glaring at her.  “You WILL come home with us, today!  Now!  Your father will not allow you to shame his name any further!”  As Ra’d spoke, his complete attention on Abeni, Shahid began to notice the circling of hyenas around them, his head swivelling, but his face remaining firm, standing in solidarity with his uncle.  
Even without Adaeze or Tapiwa right by her side, she was unafraid of him. She was unshaken.  She would not be intimidated by her father, his brothers, or their sons anymore.  She did not laugh in his face the way she did Naaji, though.  Ra’d wasn’t one to be pushed.  “I am not going back uncle.  Ever.  This is my home now, the house of my husband.  I am the second wife of Tapiwa Ibn Al Mudammir and you will respect him in his house.”  
“Your husband is a wild dog and he will die bleeding in a ditch!  We will drag his thieving murdering body behind our trucks until nothing is left but bloody skin hanging from the rope!” He yelled, the snarl never leaving his face.  “We will bury you up to your breast stone his kafir children in front of you before you follow them.  Your dishonor of your family will not be forgotten and it will not go unanswered!” 
“No one will question your expertise in killing infants and women who can’t defend themselves uncle.” She said wryly, looking at him.  “A great warrior, the hunter of old women and babbling babes.” She scoffed and spit into the fire at him.  “Shahid, cousin.  Surely your experience with Adaeze taught you the family is not as powerful as our father’s think they are.  They are not the proud warriors they pretend to be.  Do you want to stand up against this? Do you want to die?  Do you want your brothers and cousins to die?  Do you want your sisters to be bought and sold by these hyenas alongside your cows?”  She turned her body, one hand leaving the fat babe in her arms to wave around the camp, the two, three row-deep circle of hyenas that now stood, surrounding the fire but especially surrounding the two strange lions.  Every one of them waiting on one of them to do something stupid, one of them to give them an excuse, a good reason to destroy them both.  
Ra’d seethed at her open derision, at her mockery of him, of his family, of his sons.  He put a hand on Shahid’s shoulder and squeezed it, digging his claws in.  Shahid whinced a bit, but quickly strengthened back up, his hand grasping the grip of his shotgun strong enough to make the wood creak around the metal.  Ra’d didn’t look so Ra’d did not see, but Abeni could see from across the fire, Shahid’s eyes were like a child about to get whipped, full of fear and anxious anticipation.  Ra’d opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Tapiwa and Adaeze walked together into the circle, flanking either side of Abeni.  “The bandit king makes his entrance now.  You and your mannish wife come to scare me away like you scared Naaji?  You don’t even scare my son!” 
“Bandit king?” A voice behind him laughed, and he half-turned, putting his back to his son, one shoulder towards the lions, and the other to the voice.  It was Komona, the albino hyena who he had not yet met, still carrying the FAL that nearly killed Tapiwa, and a salvaged Rhodesian kit under a hooded shawl.  “You’ve got that a bit wrong. That big son of a bitch isn’t a king of shit.  He’s just a wild lion that stands on two legs and talks sometimes.” She walked within about 20 feet of him and stopped, stepping to get more comfortably in his view, making big sweeping motions with that rifle pointed down towards the ground, but ready to  bring up at a moment’s notice.  “Queen bitch in this camp is me.  And Abeni, you got it wrong too.  This is my home.  This is my family.  I own this.” She said, gesturing to the whole camp with the rifle, turning a full 360, not hesitating to turn her back to him for a second.  “You come into my house, unannounced, uninvited, you threaten to drag my friend behind a truck, to stone my friend’s wife, to stone his children to death?  And you expect to leave completely un-scathed?”
Ra’d scoffed at her and spit on the sandy loam earth.  “We can fight our way from you.  Lions do not fear hyenas.”  
“You’re right, you don’t. And you know, that needs to change.”  She nudged and winked at someone behind him and a shot rang out like thunder.  Both of Shahid’s legs came out from under him as a single 5.45x39 bullet tore through the bottom half of one thigh and then just above the knee of the other leg.  He roared in pain, his grip on his shotgun was lost and it flew away. Another hyena ran in and grabbed it before running back into the line, the periphery of the circle.  Ra’d didn’t even turn to look at his son, keeping his eyes on the hyena.  “You’re going to kill us now? A dozen men with rifles like cowards.”
From across the fire came another thunderous roar, one that nearly defeated the roar of the rifle.  The fire seemed to shrink for a moment from the reverberation, from the noise, from the pressure.  “NO!”  Tapiwa yelled over the fire.  “You will return!  You will tell Alman that tonight I come for him! I come for his house!  Return and tell him to prepare!”  
Ra’d’s eyes burned as he looked across the fire to Tapiwa, burning with hate.  The rifles in the circle lowered and they made an opening for him, a rather tight, direct opening, leading out of the camp and in the direction of their truck.  He choked down his snarl and bent down, moving to pick up his son, but Komona interrupted him before he could even reach him. “Nuh uh!  The boy stays! We’ll need a party favor to get our spirits up for tonight!” she said in a venomous tone, licking her lips a bit.  “I just love lions. You’d better run, old man.  Time’s not on your side.”   Shahid gulped, choking from the pain, looking up to his father with tears in his eyes.  From pain or from fear, Ra’d couldn’t tell where those tears came from, but he also didn’t care.  Ever since Shahid had been… disfigured, and crippled by Adaeze he had been a symbol of his failure as a father, as a man, to raise such a weak son. He coldly turned away and began walking out of the camp.  Komona pulled a bayonet out of her belt and held it up. “Anyone who cuts the old man gets a turn on the boy!”  Ra’d didn’t have a moment of hesitation hearing that.  He didn’t question it. He ran, fast and hard, claws digging into the earth and kicking up clouds of dust behind him.  One after another arms reached out of the two living walls to his sides, most of them making contact with at least his robes.  By the time he reached his truck he knew he had a dozen or more gashes on his arms, leg, and torso. None of them enough to wound him.  And what was to come after would not wound Ra’d greatly either.

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To Be Continued