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\n\t\t\t\t\tMalaika4 (artist)(c) Lioden (game setting)
A picture based on two Lioden characters of mine x3 Read the text below for some insight of their backstory ^^ Probably more art will come, with my Lioden characters (and chances of co-commissions, if you've intersting ideas with your OCs Lions).
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It was just a dream…
To escape the living Hell of my Pride: where lionesses were subjected to Demons and where all hope was lost.
I run… run away… and found myself in a different kind of cage by humans who know so little of our world.
Cage and chains left marks on my body, but my spirit could not be restrained: I had to flee once more…
It was there, in the Savannah… free for the first ever time in my life that I met him.
A lion in appearance, but with beautiful huge silver wings and with stars glimmering into his eyes…
A Nepheline, nemesis of the Demons ruling my Pride: a good being maybe yet… with earthly needs like any other lion.
By chance, my body was ready and receptive and the Nepheline did not wasted time.
Our lovemaking was a blessing and passionate and I never felt so well in my entire life.
I was sure he left a treasure, growing inside me yet… his eyes turned distant and cold yet shining of sadness: his time among the mortals was limited and he could not stay with me.
I had only one place to go...
When reunited with my Pride, I discovered my half-brother Kuzimu was now ruling: proving to be even crueler than his own father, he murdered him and took his place.
Kuzimu believed my son to be his niece, sired before my departure… until my beautiful son Maliaki grew a pair of splendid wings.
In a night of rage and fury, I fled with my son and thanks newly discovered allies in the Savannah, Meliaki was safe.
But to placate my half-brother fury and save my son, I had to give up something: my freedom once again.
Was it worth? It is difficult to say now… when the heavy mass of the burning demon’s body press on my own, forcing itself inside me, breeding me with no gentleness nor care.
When I feels his boiling seed filling my womb, it’s such different feeling from the fulfillment I felt with the nameless Nepheline …
Yet I endure the pain, I endure the humiliation of the incestuous mating and the inevitable result.
I endure this in the name of my son, knowing one day he will return and will avenge me, he will avenge my other sisters and half-sisters.
He will set us free.
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She will never be free, I swear to myself, while my larger body thrust heavily on her more frail form.
To breed a sister is a welcome unholy duty, to strengthen the demonic bloodline and sire new powerful warriors under my command.
But Kamba is just a half-sister, with no demonic power: yet the satisfaction is great when I finally empty my balls inside her receptive body, forcing her to accept my seed taking roots inside her.
In reality, she should feels honored… if her progeny will turns capable and skilled, I will allow it to survive. If that will prove wrong, useless cubs will meet my fangs and will provide a tasty breakfast.
The little slut however is strong, and I feels positive the breeding will result in a good outcome…
As I am positive his bastard Nepheline son one day will return: the fool will believe himself ready, unaware of my successful breeding with my full-blood sisters and the resulting conceiving of powerful demons.
For now, there is little to gain in guessing over the future.
For now, all that matters is my Pride looking in admiration how I breed mercilessly my half-sister, taming her for good and teaching a good lesson to her and others.
My father is dead, thanks my blood and fangs. My time has come to rule my Pride as a true Demon.
My dream has been achieved, and I am free.
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Comments and opinions are extremely welcome ^^