His back was dripping fresh, hot blood.  Between them; him and his new wife, there was no gentleness.  Neither of them desired for it.  Neither of them needed it.  His barbed flesh tore hers mercilessly, and her claws tore his flesh in kind  She roared in a pain that she’d never experienced before, but as that pain receded and gave way to the pleasure of her husband’s flesh, she was comforted by it.  She gave him her first.  Her immaculate flesh was a sacrifice to their bond, and he took it wantonly.  

His jaws around her throat nearly choked her, but never threatened to break her skin.  She appreciated the feeling of being held down, of being forcefully taken by the male that she had chose for herself.  His hands roamed over her body hungrily, in place of his grasping maw.  They explored every inch of her, the familiar form now under his fingertips for the first time, his flesh hungry for what his eyes had been feasting on for more than a season.  Her wet, black lips curled back into a smile as she roared out from pleasure as the rough pads of his fingertips squeezed the sensitive, exposed flesh of her nipples and his steeled manhood scraped at her insides like a rasp, every thrust bringing her closer and closer to climax.  

His body ground against hers, his coarse fur teasing the rows of soft, almost vestigial teats that lined her abs below her breasts.  His claws dug into the dirt below them, giving him traction as he drove himself forward into her tender, fertile fields. Her legs wrapped behind his thighs, pulling herself down into his every deeply-plowing thrust.  He released her throat and roughly pressed his cheek against hers, his eyes shut and his every breath growled out through clenched teeth.  She licked his cheek and nibbled on it, her hands moving back to his face, roughing through his mane as her own growls finally disappeared amidst growing lustful moans.  

He wrapped his massive paws around her breasts and squeezed them tightly. His maw opened to roar, but she pulled his head down roughly and wrapped his muzzle up in hers, surprising him.  Her tongue forced its way into his maw, muffling his roar as he finally reached his climax inside of her.  As he finally became comfortable with this new sensation, and forcefully wrestled her tongue with his own, she let out a high-pitched, yeowling scream of her own. Her fists balled in his mane, her legs spasmed and clutched him tightly into her, not letting him move at all save for the shallowest grinding of his hips.  

What felt like hours later, into the dark of the night, they relaxed together.  Her legs, limp and tired, entangled themselves with his as they fell.  His arms held his weight, his hands on her shoulders loosely.  Her fingers never untangled from his mane, holding his face to her as they idly, rested and kissed one another.  She finally pulled him away by his mane, both of them breaking free from the kiss with a gasp, and panting together as if neither of them had remembered to breathe.

She smiled at him warmly, an odd, new kind of smile that he’d never seen from her before.  He didn’t notice himself returning the same face.  She roughed his mane and pushed him to her side, laughing happily.  

“Get off of me you oaf!”  She said through her laugh as he thudded beside her.  She laid back, looking up at the ceiling of his den as she stretched her arms and legs out.  “I hadn’t thought about it until now… how foolish of me…”  He looked at her puzzled, but didn’t inquire.  He listened to her quietly, letting her talk as he continued trying to catch his breath.  “What is my husband’s name?  Do you even know my name?”  

He looked at her puzzled for a moment, but then smiled and laid back close to her, taking her hand in his massive claw and laying his chin on her breast.  “I left my name behind when I left my father’s pride… When I was alone, I did not need a name.  As the father of a pride, now I need a new name.  What would you call me?”  

She turned down to him, looking into his eyes as he looked up from her chest. “That… that is so odd…” She giggled slightly and licked his nose.  “But I know what I would call you…” 

He smiled and nuzzled down into the valley between her breasts, breathing their mixed scent that was soaked into her fur.  “What is that?”

She shook her head and laid her head back, combing her fingers through his mane again.  “I would call you Tapiwa… It means ravager, pillager…  destroyer.”  She explained with a tinge of pride in her voice.  “You will grow into it…”

Pride welled up within him as he  heard her expectations for him.  He wasn’t content with carving a life from the plains, living in constant hunger and thirst and fear, and having the same for his children. He started to speak, but before he could, she continued.  

“You’ll take many more wives… and have many strong children… they will have to be worthy of you.  They will have to be vetted.  I will not share what is rightfully mine with the unworthy…”  

He looked up at her, with a broad smile, and shut his eyes, touching his lips to hers softly.  “Adaeze…” He said, keeping close to her like that.  “Adaeze… my princess… forever and always... “ He rubbed nuzzled against her nose, reaching out his tongue to lick across her lips.  

She opened her maw and took in his tongue, pressing her rough feline muscle into his maw as they began to kiss again.  Their maws locked together and they began to kiss again, Tapiwa throwing his arm over her to take his place over her again.   Before he could, though, she threw her legs over him and rolled him onto his back, pinning his hands over his head.  Before he could struggle, she broke the kiss, and nuzzled up beneath his ear.  “Lay still, and let me serve my king…” She nipped his ear teasingly, bringing a growl from his lips as his manhood nestled between her dripping wet heat.  

The sun would rise before they would sleep.  Nestled deep in their den with their reserve of water and a fair bit of food, they wouldn’t have to hunt or seek out water for quite a while.  When they would rise to hunt, their days of hunting beasts for meager meat and skins would be over.  But for now, nothing could be further from either of their minds.

To Be Continued