LION1.TXT

A lionman goes on leave.. - By SwampRat (c) 1991 The Rashathran Society

The sound of drums filled the room. Asake growled deep in his throat. He took
another sip of reedle. 'This had damn well better be worth the expense..' A
shield appeared.. It shone in the darkness. A head popped out from behind the
oval.. It was a round face, painted white on black. A Human? Hmmm... Well,
really shouldn't expect a back-eddy like this to have a Leonine. The being
moved around him, dancing. Bells on the ankles jangled his nerves.. Made him
edgy. Hmmm.. Then he sniffed. 'What?' His nose wasn't lying.. "Damnit! I
specifically said I wanted a Female!!" The bald man grinned. Whirled..
Continued to dance. Despite himself, the lionman found his heart pounding, his
claws tensing. But the male had no weapon.. It didn't matter. He was the
hunted. He was the prey.. Around the chair, the man moved, searching his foe
out.. Closer and closer the dark one came. Suddenly, the man flung the shield
to one side, both hands gripping a non-existent spear. They held it aloft..
Then plunged downward. To slide across the expansive chest and caress the hard
nipples. The maned head lolled. His stomach muscles relaxed, having tensed to
meet a blow that never came. 'No.. I shall never...' He opened his eyes to
stare into brown ones.

'It's the drug..' He grunted, lifting his head to press his muzzle to the
human's mouth. The male returned the kiss, then slid himself into the leonine
lap. In time to the slow drums, the warm orifice moved across his chest,
finding first one tit, then the other. Both were well explored by lips, teeth
and tongue. Then the male went downward, stroking the ribs, patting the slight
paunch, and finally resting on his groin. Claws bit deep into the chair arms.
'He wouldn't.. He's not actually...' A rumbled growl came from deep inside the
animal as he felt a hand grasp his erection. He forced his eyes open to watch
the human slide a wet tongue across his cock. Asake twisted, thrust his hips
up as his maleness was engulfed in warmth. No female felt like this.. Shit!
Nothing Felt Like This!! Fingers dug into his tawny rump, kneading the bony
flesh. A tongue worked him into a frenzy.. 'Too much...' The lionman came,
roaring and hunching. The man simply sucked harder, swallowing the sticky
semen rapidly. A paw held onto the smooth head, stroking it.. Then fell to
lay, claws extending and retracting as the man bobbed over his dick. The too
sensitive head screamed in pleasure/pain, and it's owner writhed in the male's
embrace.  This time both paws locked on the skull-like neck, holding it in
place..

"Stop.. Please..." The fingers finally let go, gently stroking his thighs and
stomach. The Captain also let go, collapsing back into the chair. "Damn, but
you are good.." He fondled an ear. But the mouth didn't move.. That is it Did
move... Back up to torture the tip with whip-like flicks of the tongue and to
scrape teeth against the underside. The reddish flesh was hard and seeping
again in no time. Asake gulped another glass of reedle.. He would need
strength if he was to again mate with the male's mouth.. But the man had other
plans. He stood and wriggled his butt in the animan's face. 'This in indecent!
Perverted!!' Paws grabbed the dark thighs and pulled the half-circles to his
face. He licked them, bit them, mauled them. Then, with a snarl, pulled the
ass down to his crotch. They both moaned as the tip pressed itself against the
crinkled anus. But the leonine didn't just shove it in.. Oh, no. He teased the
hole by flicking his penis against it, leaving sticky trails of pre-cum. Then
shoved the pointed head up and in until the orifice started to open to accept
the fiery poker.. And pulled back out. The male groaned at being teased so.

He suddenly shifted, tossing the human out of his lap. Then lazily followed
the body down. The man got up and looked over his shoulder, just as Asake
knelt behind him. With a toothy grin, the captain let his cock sink into the
upturned ass. Then resting his belly on the man's back, nuzzled the hairless
head. "Move for me.." He growled, pressing himself harder against the male.
The human obliged, sliding his hips forward, then back, to re-sheath the thick
cock. Slowly at first, then faster and harder the buttocks shoved themselves
into the golden furred crotch. The lionman found himself groaning, and
matching the male's thrusts with his own. The passage was tight and pulled on
his cock. He threw his head back, teeth clenched, buggering the man deeply.
His balls ignited, fanned by friction and drink. He rested his head on the
sweaty back and poured cum into the twitching asshole.

Furrows were dug in the wood floor as the animan grunted over his lover. One
last shuddering hunch and his nuts emptied themselves entirely. They slowly
rolled onto their sides, and lay, pressed together. The man stirred.. And was
held. Rough paw-pads stroked his chest, and sides. Only when the shrinking
penis slipped free of the clutching anus to disappear back into it's sheath,
did the captain allow the male to get up. He fondled the swaying balls,
stroked the semi-erect penis, and sighed. He was shown to a stall and took a
warm shower. Dried and re-dressed, he returned to his crew. They stood, with a
look that could only mean one thing.. The first-mate finally breached the
question.  "How was your leave, Captain?" He shrugged. "She was alright.. For
not being Leonese." Then twitched his whiskers, grinning..

As he passed his First, he grabbed a pawful of trousered butt. "You Son-Of-A-
Bitch.. He was Great! And the next time I go on leave.. You are coming with
me." Ktarr grinned himself and nodded, watching the Captain make his way aft
in more than just a friendly way. Then he sighed and turned back to the
matters at hand.

The End