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TLK : Chapter 83
🕑 Added 2025-07-21 16:04:44 +0000 UTC[1st POV]
I woke up before dawn once more. But this time my aim was not to hunt but to patrol my new kingdom.
The Serenegti. All mine.
I wouldn't lie, it was quite exciting to patrol around. I realised I've done this countless times before but it felt different when I did it with the knowledge that I was the king.
The experience felt different. The land hadn't changed, but I had.
The morning air was cool, with the scent of damp earth and old trees clinging to my nose. My breath left faint clouds as I walked, the sky slowly brightening behind me.
I roared.
The sound tore deep from my gut and then thundered out of my chest. The sound echoed, bouncing from mountain to mountain. It was a declaration of presence and authority.
I always wanted to do that. For a year, I had heard other kings roar and now I was doing the same.
The patrol lasted till early morning. I could not cover as much distance as I wanted to but that was understandable. I only had so much urine in the morning. The brothers were three and even they could only patrol a portion of their territory.
If I wanted to control the whole kingdom and make my presence, I would need to do something new.
I thought of this idea last night. It would be good if the pride was constantly moving around the Serengeti instead of staying in one particular region.
Like a nomadic pride. The whole Serengeti was the size of four lion pride territories combined. We could set up different bases in specific areas and rotate as time passed.
This would ensure the pride was constantly on the move and full of activity so they could be strong. It would also ensure we had plenty of prey and our resources were not limited to one area when we had such a wide territory.
In this way, I would be able to make my presence known throughout the land.
But all those plans were for another day. For now, I need to take things slow and establish a stable relationship. I was going to change a lot of things, doing things differently from tradition and I need a strong base for that.
By the time I returned to the kopje, most of the lionesses were awake and wandering around the hills. Since we reached pretty late last night, they had no time to explore, so they were doing it now.
The hill was like a small ecosystem of its own with a small stream, ponds, trees and animals living in the place. It was a place I recognised as home over the year.
I climbed up the hill and noticed six or so lionessess gathering in one area of the rocky scar. I was curious to see what they were doing there, so I walked up to them.
They flinched back when they noticed my presence and they parted for me. Oddly enough, there were flashes of fear, respect and something else on their faces when they looked at me.
"You've returned," one of them said with a curt bow, followed by the rest of the females.
"How was the patrol?" If I remembered correctly, her name was Nia. I recognised her because she was the one I knocked out with one blow when the fight happened.
Apparently, she used to be favoured by Roku due to her skills and smarts.
"It went well, all things considered," I said, "What has garnered all this attention?"
I walked up the hill a bit more and then promptly paused when I saw the thing they were looking at.
Oh. I forgot about that.
I forced an awkward smile while looking away from the bones and the skulls of lions that I had killed over the past few months. The skulls, in particular, were in good condition, just like I intended.
It was quite a scary scene, a pile of lion bones. Most of them had come to my kopje and challenged me, or they were living in my kopje while I was away, and I killed them upon my return.
"It's a cruel world," I said. What else was there to say?
The lionessess nodded together, as if what I said made perfect sense to them. They were not like me, a human who reincarnated as a lion. They were born in this world where the strong decided for the weak. They didn't know any better.
"Were they challengers?" one of the lionessess, a new face and scent which I note down immediately to remember.
"No," I answered, "Just foolish rouges too arrogant for their own good,"
Before, the pile of bones worked well to ward off any lion who tried to make the kopje his home while I was away, but now, I should probably let Grim and his goons clean that out.
I rarely occupy the whole kojpe but with the pride staying with me, we needed to clean everything up.
Hmmmm.....or not. Maybe they could make for a good decoration and remind them who their new king was.
Is that too evil, though? Lion kings constantly fight challengers but in the fight for dominance, death was quite rare. Even if the lions died, they rarely die on the spot and would instead pass away in the next few days due to their injuries.
So maybe decorating my home with lion skulls was crossing the line.
Haaa.. so many unnecessary things to consider.
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I spent the rest of the day with the pride. The tension had faded almost completely and every lionessess welcomed me warmly whenever I went to them.
Although I was still addressed with much respect and fear. The closeness of a real pride like Mufasa had with his subjects was still lacking but I knew that would happen naturally over time.
When the afternoon rolled over, I was lying alongside some of the lionessess and that was when the same female who approached me yesterday came back once more.
Not the one I so rudely commanded to change her name, but the one that was with her. Her name was Lela, if memory serves me right.
I could tell immediately that she did not come to simply lie down or stay in my presence. She had other intentions, something way more intimate than simple physical contact.
She strode towards me with purpose in her steps and when she reached me, she immediately initiated contact. She rubbed her flank against mine, slow and deliberate in a way that I felt every length of her body.
Then she circled, rubbing me with the other side of her flank. As she walked past me, her tail brushed my face, curling mischievously around my neck but then she pulled back when I leaned in.
I exhaled, steadying myself and reigning back control, which was slowly slipping from my grasp.
Her scent was thicker and more powerful than the last time. It might seem sudden that she went into heat right after my takeover, but that was biological. The stress and the scent of a new king had pushed her into heat out of instinct.
She circled around me, and then came from the opposite side. She bowed her head and then rubbed her muzzle across the length of my body. She buried her face on my thick mane and I could feel her taking in my scent just like I was.
I inhaled. The scent that came from her was hard to describe. It felt like warmth and had a hint of life. It was not the delicious smell of meat or blood, but something more primal than even that.
The best I could compare it with was the smell of petrol from my past life. It was something like that but ten times more addictive. The scent alone made me happy, and visible changes happened to me.
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My breath became short, quick and erratic. Like I was trying to live in her scent, bask in her fertile presence.
My heartbeat quickened until it became drums inside my chest. My body started heating up due to sheer excitement and if I didn't focus, I could feel my legs tremble and become weak.
Like they no longer wanted to support me and instead urged me to mount something.
Lela seemed to have no idea what she was doing to me though as she increased her efforts. Low growls escaped her throat, gentle, nurturing and almost whiny like that of adorable cubs.
It was a stark difference between a lion's growl and that of a lionessess. And as the contact between us increased, I continued observing these differences. Her smooth fur, unlike my rugged hair, her bare head that looked so tiny without a mane and her build, which was more lean, unlike my bulky build.
And I liked her for it. I loved that she was so different from me. That difference attracted me to no end.
Femininity attracted masculinity.
She began licking me. My body, my fur but mostly my mane. Her tongue flicked out and rubbed against me in an almost worshipful manner. Again and again, until I eventually returned by licking at the side of her head and her temple.
It was a soft start, almost gentle and caring. The other lionessess stayed in place, watching with great interest as Lela became the first female I was so intimate with.
"I have a request my king," Lela asked with a shiver of tone. I licked under her chin and then at her cheeks. How was she so clean? How did she smell so good? I wanted to possess her.
I grunted in acknowledgement.
"Please breed me,"
Shit.
She released something very close to a purr. A pleasant vibration passed my body and caused me to tremble.
Lele pulled back, revealing to all how down bad I was as I leaned into her as long as I could. She smiled, round and eager.
And then she lay flat on the ground, making herself small enough to almost disappear under me. Her back was facing and the perfect curve of her spine was somehow so beautiful and enticing.
Her tail flicked from side to side, never hiding her womanhood that was red and needy. The addictive scent came from there. It looked like a red flower petal, perfectly snug on her crotch.
It was begging me to violate it.
I stepped forward, each movement taunt and difficult. The urge and the excitement were so violent, so new and so much more primal than I remembered. Forget mating, I want to bite off her perfect little pussy and tear her apart to wear her skin.
I cast a showdown over her and it covered her entire body and more. I was so much bigger than her. She looked back, a tilt of her head as if she had no idea what was coming for her.
"What are you waiting for? I am yours, my king. Everything is yours," she said.
And then all restraints broke loose. I could almost feel steel chains snapping around me. I shelved the human mind for a moment and embraced my instinct and gave in to my body fully.
A growl left my throat, angrier than when I fought against the old kings, needier than when I ate my first meal.
I mounted her, my body slamming onto hers with full weight. She flinched abruptly, caught off guard and fear was in her eyes now. I bite at her nape, not hard enough to cause injury but enough to pin her down.
She protested, more so out of instinct than resistance. I learned then that all lions were dom and all lionessess were sub.
She grolwed back, not gently this time but fiercely. Like she was giving me a chance to own her and put her in place, and I did just that.
My exposed shaft pressed on her back, rubbing on her womanhood. Although she put up a fake struggle, her tail was gently and knowingly guiding me to her hole.
My tip went in and the heat of her inside shot up waves of pleasure from that small contact. It was almost magical how much pleasure I felt just from that touch.
I took a breath, teasing myself and her by not going all the way. Her growl turned into whimpers as she tried and struggled back so that I could go deeper. But I pinned her tigghly.
And only when I decided it was time, I pushed deeper into her. Now half of my length was in and she raised her head and cried out in euphoria. I was not sure if she was feeling as good as I did, or if it was the fact that I was breeding her that she celebrated.
A lion's dick was much different from a human's. The main difference is that lions had tiny bumps and barbs around the sensitive length. I could feel myself scraping into her tight hole, but the sheer wetness and slickness made me go in with more ease.
After I was halfway, I felt resistance from her inside. It was so tight that I had to put in effort to reach deeper. I roared and then slammed my weight on her. I stabbed her flower with my entire length.
Lela gasped loudly, her eyes going wide and her body trembled underneath me. I think she was in a bit of pain, which was a surprise to everyone. The lionesses perked up to take a closer look.
Perhaps I was too forceful or too big for her. Maybe both.
Once I was inside, the tightness and the slickness made it stuck like a cork in wine. It was much more difficult to pull out. My bards scraped against her inside and I quickly realised that for lions, it was the pulling out that was more pleasurable than putting in.
The pleasure that shot through my nerves was too much, it was almost painful.
And then I truly lost control. My body moved on its own as I began humping her like that was my sole purpose of existence. Our growls intertwined until we were both singing the same song of pleasure and instinct.
Again and again, I slammed into her. It went on for a minute before I felt myself going over the edge. The pleasure folded in on itself and reached a peak.
I did not stop, instead, I quickened my pace and when it was time, I gave her powerful strokes before I sheathed my entire length inside her. As deep as I could, so deep that my pelvis nearly fused with her hips.
And then I exploded with no care in the world. My essence was planted deep into her womb, and in that moment, I bite her again.
I want her to grow my baby. I want her belly to swell, her body to deform in the image of my seed. I wanted her to bear the pain of giving life, a life which will be made in my image.
The peak lasted for a few seconds before it stopped. I thought I would feel relieved after but it was the opposite. I felt hungrier. I feel hornier.
I wanted to ruin her further, mark her with my presence and claim every inch of her body. She was mine, mine, mine, mine.
Every inch belonged to me.
There was a sick pleasure to that idea alone.
The lioness tried to crawl and clawed herself forward. She tried to escape under me but I pulled her back and then plunged my shaft into her again with no warning.
She moaned.
"Again? Already?" she gasped out. Lions could mate up to 40 times in a single day but the frequency was a 10 to 15 minute gap after each orgasm.
But I felt like I could go on forever. I need no such break.
"Isn't this what you want?" I asked before I bit her ears and pulled her head back.
"Yes, do me as you like."
And so I did.
Again and again. Unlike any other lion ever did a lionessess before.
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Author : This is the first smut I've written since 'A Life with the Author'. Officially, the kinkiest and weirdest thing I've written.
Comments
Erebust
Yeah I feel bad for the author 😂
GhostOfApocalypse
Leo finna ruin all his lioness 😂
