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Zebraddiction: Chapter 5
🕑 Added 2020-10-21 23:54:36 +0000 UTCAwesome art by: Brolaren
It had been two days since Kaahla come back from the jungle and every waking moment of her life since has been filled with the need to return. But she couldn't do that with her single task still looming over her head.
This shouldn't be hard to do, she kept telling herself all the while constantly finding excuses to be away from her mate. Upon returning the first thing she had done was assist on a hunt that brought in a substantial amount of meat to her tribe. Next she occupied herself with a hunting lesson with her students who helped her bring down the gigatile. Upon returning to her tent the first night she feigned overwhelming exhaustion to avoid any interaction with Braak. He unquestioningly gave her space.
The second day was much the same with regard to her responsibilities. When the sun had finally set she had worked up the courage to tell Braak all that was going on and to formerly break their commitment. Upon getting back to the settlement she searched all around for him but found nothing. She later found out that he had gone out on his own mission with a group from the tribe to a neighboring settlement to do some trading and hunting and he wouldn't be back until late.
Kaahla was relieved when she heard this news but also anxious. With all the hype that she had talked into herself she hoped for a worthwhile confrontation without time to second guess herself or her words. She also thought to be thankful so that now she could come up with a better way to break it to him that they would no longer be seeing each other.
Ugh, why was this so difficult? she asked herself for what must have been the fiftieth time that evening. The sun had set and she lied on her bed roll twisting and turning to find a comfortable position.
Braak was a terrible mate to begin with. He left her sexually unsatisfied all the time. He didn't make her feel like he loved her for who she was beyond a strong body capable and baring cubs for him. They were barely compatible with any of the same interests. In fact the only thing that she found attractive about him was his hunting and fighting prowess. But that was about it.
So then why should she care if she hurt him? Why did she care that he might lose favor among his peers and be branded as a male that couldn't satisfy his mate? Why did she care that their separation might damage his pride so much that he become a less effective hunter and fighter?
No wait...that was it.
She might not have loved Braak, but that didn't mean he didn't deserve to be a powerful barbarian. She didn't want him to lose his life or potential, just because he couldn't make her happy didn't mean that he couldn't make someone else happy. This revelation caused her mind to halt all other thoughts and she realized with immediate clarity why it was that she was so hesitant.
She feared that he might become less of a barbarian if his pride was damaged by her leaving. This notion was what occupied her thoughts for the next few minutes, and it was only interrupted when there came the sound of approaching footsteps from outside her tent.
Kaahla's ears flicked and she recognized them to be of her mate's. She turned over on her bedroll and sat up just as Braak pushed aside the tent flap and stepped in. Their eyes met right away and his plain visage turned into one of excitement.
“Good, you're awake,” he rumbled and stepped off to set aside his hunting weapon and then joined her on he floor.
“There's something I want to talk with you about,” Kaahla explained. Braak didn't seem to be paying her much attention as he immediately began to nuzzle against the side of her neck. His lips placed aggressive kisses to her fur there and he would occasionally nip at her flesh.
When he didn't reply, she growled. “Braak! Stop!” there was a hint of a hiss in her words.
The male blinked and drew away with knit brows in confusion. “There's no time to stop, Kaahla, I've got the rush of the hunt still in my blood. We can't afford to miss this opportunity,” he replied with an equally low thrum to his voice.
“Miss this opportunity for what?” she grunted as he nudged at her neck harder with his mouth.
“To father some cubs. We crossed a shaman on our hunt today, he foretold that a great thing would occur tonight for you and I,” he continued. His strength overwhelmed the lioness and she toppled over with a grunt.
She was somewhat glad that he couldn't see the expression on her face, because she rolled her eyes so hard that they threatened to fall out of their sockets. She never believed much in the foretelling of shamans, particularly those that wandered around. And neither did Braak, as far as she knew. But as eerie as it was, that shaman was correct, but not for what Braak hoped for.
Caught in her own thoughts, she hadn't realized that Braak had positioned himself between her legs and that he had lifted away her cloth. She was about to protest again and shove him off of her but he had settled his hips down and pressed his cock inside of her.
Kaahla winced slightly at the sudden penetration as she wasn't expecting it nor the slightest in the mood. She also wasn't anywhere near being wet, an obvious factor that seemed to go completely ignored by the overzealous male.
Kaahla glared up at him but saw that his face was a mask of contorted pleasure as he began to move. His eyes were closed and his mouth hung slightly ajar as he panted in tandem with the rhythm of his hips. She couldn't help but grimace at the sight of such an expression and quickly averted her eyes.
This was it, she decided for herself. This was the last aspect of herself that she was going to allow him to have. Beyond this, she didn't care what happened to his pride. She didn't care what happened to his status. This is what he chose, his body over her, and whatever occurred after it was all on his shoulders.
Kaahla lied back and sighed while she chose to fixate on the wall of their tent. She reciprocated nothing that he gave into the motions that grew rapidly more aggressive.
Braak's paws gripped the furs beneath them with his claws digging into their tanned hides. He hadn't even noticed her discomfort, all that he seemed to care about was the pleasure that she meagerly provided him. So self absorbed that he didn't even notice the subtle scent of zebras on her, something that could only ever be garnered by being this close.
Kaahla's mind drifted back to her time in the jungle and the male zebras who's body she partook in. She wished she were under one of them now, getting stretched to her limits instead of barely being holster sized for her mate. She couldn't wait until she was fucked senseless to then be filled to the brim with cum, left, and replaced by another male.
She imagined that's what it was going to be like at the Fertility Festival and she could hardly wait. She smiled to herself and closed her eyes while running through the various scenarios that she might encounter while undergoing such an intimate event.
From above, Braak cracked open his eyes to see the blissful expression on the other's face and mistook it as one meant for him. He huffed a pleased moan and shivered as he spurred himself faster. The way his body struck hers had her large breasts bouncing, of whom were unconstrained given her lax state from which he found her. He imagined how much larger they might be when she was pregnant and how erotica it might be to see them leak milk when she was aroused.
Without warning he craned his head down and locked his lips around one of her large nipples and began to tug at it while lashing it with his tongue. The surprising action brought with it a startled growl from the lioness. She opened her eyes and looked down to see her mate gazing up at her from his perched position over her chest.
It was then that she realized that her mild fantasizing about being double penetrated by two zebras had accidentally caused her nipples to become sensitive and her pussy to grow even the slightest wet. She narrowed her eyes at him but he luckily missed such an acidic stare, instead blissfully thinking that her slight arousal was meant for him.
His teeth glanced across her nipple as he continued to suckle and slurp at it and it caused the lioness to jerk her form a bit. She wanted to cuff the side of his head and make him get off of her but it had already been a few minutes since he began and his climax was likely not too far away.
As if on cue, the familiar grunts and growls of Braak's approaching orgasm made itself known. His face turned into a mask of bliss and his motions grew faster and harder. If this was the pace and enthusiasm that he was able to maintain for more than five minutes or so then she'd be in danger of actually enjoying getting fucked by him.
But before she was able to get too wet from the aggressive bucking, the lion let out a snarl and slammed his hips forward and unleashed all that he had to offer. His cum dribbled out and occasionally ejected with enough force to hit the back of her pussy, but that was about it.
Everything about Braak just made her yearn for the embrace of a zebra druid. From the size of his cock, to the energy he put into the motions to the volume of his load. It all culminated to barely more than a tease for her and if anything it made her hungry for real pleasure and affection.
Braak slowly lowered himself to lie over her body as he tried to catch his breath. He nuzzled between her breasts while panting and his paws drew in to wrap around her body. She recognized this motion right away and shifted herself away before she found herself cuddled up with him for the night.
To the male's surprise, Kaahla was out of his grasp before he realized what was going. In fact, she was out from under him and on her feet within seconds. To his confusion she pulled on her cloak and retrieving her sword from its place on the floor.
“Where are you going?” he asked tiredly. She was surprised that he even bothered to ask as there was nothing more than he'd have preferred to do at that moment than turn over and go to sleep.
“I'm leaving, Braak,” she snapped at him.
The lion sighed and sat up on the bedroll. “I'm aware, but where to?”
“You misunderstand,” Kaahla growled and came to stand near him once she had gathered all that she considered to be hers. “I'm leaving you.”
“W-what?” he stammered and his eyes went wide and serious. Suddenly shaken from his tired, post-sex daze, he jumped up to his own feet an faced her. “What the hell do you mean that you're leaving me?”
“I have no favor for you, Braak. No emotion, no care, and no urge to be anywhere near you, let alone your mate,” she growled and narrowed her eyes at him. “I formerly revoke our bond and my commitment to my barbarian domain. This settlement is no longer the place that I will call home.”
With that, Kaahla turned to the tent entrance and made her way towards it with the intent to leave. She only stopped when Braak seized her by the arm, his overwhelming strength forcing her to stop where she was. “Wait,” he snarled.
“Let go of me,” she growled back and bared her fangs, the bridge of her nose bunching.
“We aren't done here and you're not going anywhere,” he roared and yanked her back into the confines of the tent. She stumbled at the sudden draw but braced her feet into the ground when given the opportunity. “Now, explain yourself. Where the fuck are you going?”
“My new home resides within druid society,” she snapped back and yanked her arm from his grasp and garnered some light claw marks across her flesh from where he held.
“Druid society?” He scoffed. “No, you're not going to live with any jungle zebras and you're not revoking our mateship. We'll see the tribe elders in the morning and maybe they can talk some sense into you,” he half laughed and shook his head, mumbling under his breath about how absurd this all was.
Kaahla paid his words no mind, she simply turned to the tent entrance again and began walking towards it purposely. Another firm grasp caught her arm again and this time she felt something within her snap.
“Are you deaf?” Braak roared, his eyes narrowed to a glare. “I said, you're not leaving-”
His words were cut short when the lioness struck out with her other paw and landed the hardest punch she could manage to the center of his chest. It was only enough to make Braak lift from the ground just enough so that he lost his balance and stumbled backwards.
The far wall of the tent caught him but he tore right through it and eventually dropped to his backside on bare ground. The commotion had drawn the attention of several other barbarians who paused in what they were doing or poked their heads out from their own tents to see what was going on.
Braak snarled and leaped to his feet but he was only given a brief glance of the lioness before she darted off. “Stop, Kaahla!” he called after her, but she was already gone, leaping among the various shadows that took her between tents and other stations of work and socialization.
By the time that Braak has collected himself enough to give chase, she was nowhere to be seen. Left alone and with far more questions than he knew what to do with, he wasn't for sure what his next action might be.
No, he did know. Their spat had drawn the attention of many others around, all of whom now knew of what had just occurred as the hides of the tent made for poor privacy. His pride and status were severely damaged, and now he had no other course of action to take but retribution. Preferably against Kaahla, but he's burn the whole jungle down if he had to.
