| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tSarabi sighed; the weather was far too hot for her to do anything particularly energetic. She wondered how long it would take for her little ward to finish his morning rounds. His skills were certainly improving, but she wasn’t about to let up. That little leopard needed to be taught a lesson in discipline, and what better way than to have him service the entire pride? A few moments later, the cub in question limped to her side, exhausted by his duties. The harsh heat of the sun had dried the cum into his fur, matting it and causing it to clump up in places. A fresh load from Mufasa this evening would surely get those tangles out, but until then he’d just have to tolerate it. “Would you like some shade, dear?” the Queen asked gently, rolling onto her side and lifting her tail to present her throbbing pussy. Meo knew this wasn’t really a question; he trembled, and moved slowly toward her rear as she would expect him to. At least they were out of the way of the sun under the canopy of the tree, he thought. “That’s it, drink up. I don’t want you getting dehydrated.” Using his paws, the young leopard parted the lioness’ lips and began to lap up her juices, burrowing his tongue into the soft, pink folds of her skin as he roamed around her wetness. As if the act itself wasn’t bad enough, he wished she wouldn’t talk to him like a baby. It was so embarrassing how she treated him as if she were his mother. This would have been easier if she were mean and cruel, but no – she curled her tail around his waist and pulled him closer, the pressure of his maw against her sensitive flesh causing her to grunt with pleasure. Before long an orgasm rippled through her body, causing a fresh flush of cum to slosh out of her. The little one’s mouth was tacky with sweat and fluid, and he hoped for a moment that the Queen might allow him a few minutes to rest before putting him back to work. He was wrong. Gently, Sarabi cupped his chin and moved it up, encouraging his face toward her puckered little tailhole. “Come, now, you’ve nearly done it,” she cooed as he parted her fur again, flicking his little pink tongue around the outer orifice. “Wiggle your tongue deeper, dear. Let it roam. And never hold your breath.” Grunge coated the leopard’s fur now, which had become coarse and wiry has the hours had passed by. Hot tears streamed down his cheeks and he blushed profusely, mortified by having to service Her Majesty while she preened and mothered him. Nevertheless, he obeyed her every command, knowing that the consequences would be worse than just getting it over with. “Good. I know this must be degrading, but it’s for your own good. Keep it where it belongs. And please try to smile. Keep it all the way in, and let me have a nap, dear. At sunset I’ll return you to your harem duties.” \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t