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Snow and Heat Meeting Again
“Help!” cries out a familiar female voice, in an imminent claim for the summoning of the Lion Guard.
“I know this voice…. But I can't recognize who it belongs to.” Asks Kion, on the top of a high-lifted rock located near the infamous “Tree of Life”.
The lion is all alone for the current patrol, so he must deal with whatever it is by himself.
“I guess I have no choice….” Whispers Kion, aiming his eyes at the green field that the voice, hypothetically, seems to echo from, accompanied by the whispering southeast wind.
The fiercest member, and leader of the Lion Guard, flexes his hind legs while maintaining his chest against the ground, also stretching his front legs at their limits.
“'Till the Pridelands end….” Roars Kion, having no response from his fellow mates of the Lion Guard, clarifying their absence.
Kion rushes to the location where the voice seems to come from, passing through high-green bushes in the middle of the path, feeling the dryish and sharp branches scratching through his orange fur as his hind paws smash them around due to the weight.
“Help….!” Echoes the voice once again, attracting Kino’s awareness.
“I am coming!” Answers the lion, jumping through a couple of boulders, and feeling the breeze ‘washing’ his mane as he enters a considerably dark cave, landing on his feet as the majestic feline he is, and adopting an aggressive posture as his eyes naturally adapt to the barely illuminated cave.
“Hello?” Asks Kion, turning his head around to scam every single corner of that strange place.
Suddenly, the lion attacks the void of a corner of the cave, swearing he heard something sneaking behind his back. He feels something fighting against the force of his fingers, Kion is ready to attack whatever it is inside his powerful grip, however, to his surprise, it's nothing but a small mouse.
“Oh! I am sorry, little guy.” Kion slowly puts the scared tiny rodent on the ground again, ensuring he is firm and confident enough to be put on his paws again.
“There you go….” The mouse rushes away, disappearing from Kion’s sight in less than a mere second.
“Well, well…. Kion, we met again” A shadowy figure appears from behind some rocks, located on a higher level when compared to the level Kion is standing in. The lion, primarily surprised by the ghostly figure, accompanies the muffled steps of the figure approaching the edge of that high-level floor, resembling the Priderock when struck by the light.
“Come and accept your fate, cub.” Whispers the anonymous figure. As an experienced detective, the second-born of Simba and Nala quickly comprehends he is dealing with a female feline due to the sweet scent that emanates from the uncanny figure’s genitals.
The figure first presents the tip of her white front toes, utilizing the frail sunlight that pierces into the cave through a small rip in the ceiling of the rocky den.
Kion watches carefully the ghostly feline slowly presenting the rest of her remarkable light lavender tone of the extremely attractive fur earned by whatever she is.
Suddenly, the lion watches, in attention, two bright turquoise glows emanating from the head of the supposed rival. Seems evil and powerful, somehow pretty, but intimidating enough to change Kion’s behavior, who is gradually planning a fighting scenario, searching for an optimistic conclusion for the hypothetical brunt that seems to be unfolding.
“Hevi Kabisa…. Show me your face. Now!” Roars Kion, it's his ultimatum. Despite being familiar with the voice that embraces his eardrums, the lion understands he must adopt caution as an old friend since a familiar voice is not synonymous with a friendly voice. If that figure doesn't obey the words of the strong feline, blood will be shed.
“Okay… Fraidy cat. I am not going to eat your soul.” The figure laughs as slowly makes her way toward the lion, who maintains his attacking posture.
The lion watches in shock as the sunlight bathes the ghostly figure’s face, unveiling the extremely rare hue of lavender that dominates the heavy and fluffy type of fur that coats the female feline ahead. The diamond marking, accompanied by an extremely delicate muzzle that carries a smirk gives away the real identity of the uncanny ghostly figure. It's Chuluun!
“Oh no….” Exclaims Kion, rolling his eyes in a clear demonstration of dissatisfaction with the uncomfortable encounter.
“Please, tell me you are not the voice asking for help desperately…” Kion withdraws a blank reaction, possessing a superior appearance on his face as one of his eyebrows raises as he waits for a plausible explanation given by the snow leopard.
“Don't be afraid to demonstrate how happy you are to see me….” Whispers Chuluun, approaching the strong teenage lion, ensuring to maintain direct eye contact with the male she has been waiting for so long.
“No masquerading is required, darling…” Chuluun rubs her side against Kion’s chest, enjoying the enormous difference that can be found between their respective skins. The orange and thick textured fur earned by the prince of the Pridelands feels pretty contrasting when compared to the fluffy fur earned by the lavender feline, almost comparable with the encounter of the desert with a green plain filled with low, watery grass.
“Believe me when I say there's no masquerading on my actual behavior, it's just frank…” Answers Kion, feeling the smooth balance of Chuluun’s tail under his chin.
The female starts circling the not-amused male, always attempting to keep physical contact with the fiercest feline in the Pridelands. Chuluun cheers in pure ecstasy every time her delicate snout bumps against Kion’s fur, she is addicted to the masculine scent that proliferates from under his majestic coat.
“We both know what WE want….” The snow leopard whispers close enough from Kion’s right ear to cause him a thin chain of shivers that runs down his spine.
“No, I don't know…” Answers Kion, trying to move away from the female, however, failing miserably. The male feline feels a sweet pleasure rising inside his body, like a red flame that's being irradiated from his inner core and immediately heating his soul. The flame seeks the lascivious presence of the visibly interested female, altering the behavior of the young lion who is always remarkable for being extremely analytical towards atypical situations, such as the one that is currently unfolding.
“Please, no speeches trying to deny the obvious….” Chuluun slides her head beneath the chin of the lion, who has most of his sight blocked by the circular tip of the leopard’s ears.
“Don't you think we females can't smell the boiling hormones of a male who is desperately in need?”
Chuluun rubs the entire extension of her back against Kion’s chest, gently enrolling her tail around his neck.
“Could you please untie your tail from my neck? Kion feels his politeness slowly fading away as his instincts begin to rise from his self-hidden wildness. Once his eyes lie over that chubby lavender cake, he knows he will want more than a simple slice of that bad boy. Once his tongue digs a hole into that juicy dessert, he will only stop when his chin gets soaked by its fluids, and obviously, he will need to put a self-made cream into the recently sucked and dried-up cake.
“For what reason?... Am I hurting you?” Asks Chuluun, using the strength of her tail to push the young feline prince closer to her ‘battlefield’.
“Is the leader of the Lion Guard THAT delicate?” Chuluun sighs as she feels the warm breath of the lion colliding against the cream-hue pattern of fur that coats the surrounding area of her vagina.
The snow leopard has been fighting against her impulses since the first time Kion and her had intercourse, she just wants another round of that same pleasurable activity experienced with that same lion. She yearns for it, and her body does want that too; the first few streaks of vaginal fluids sprout from the middle of her bloomed vulva.
Kion watches the aqueous presence in between her vaginal lips slowly getting overflown, and due to its weight, slides from its conception organ and Chuluun’s crotch down and falls onto the dry floor of the cave they are into.
The lion is aware that once he touches that yummy bun, he won't stop until he reaches his satisfaction, and that could take hours inside that needy female.
“W-what should I do now?” Asks Kion, initiating an intern monologue.
“Why c-can’t I move my legs?” The feline feels the heavy presence of his long barbed genital hanging and bouncing in between his hind legs.
“Is that what I want?” The lion feels his mouth getting watery as the sweet scent held at that juicy introitus reaches his nostrils. In an equivalent response, his meaty male stick leaks a sticky load of pre-sperm to the ground, sharing his DNA cells with the dead solo instead of sharing it with Chuluun’s fresh ovum, which makes the orange lion wonder.
“Well… We've gone too far…” Admits Kion, feeling another gooey load of pre-sperm leaking from the tip of his penis.
“She is in heat, and I am excited about the idea of copulating with her once again… So…” Kion jumps over the Chuluun’s body, immediately throwing her torso to the ground, pinning the front half of her body against the dirt, representing no escape from what is going to happen.
Kion giggles as he feels the pleasant texture of Chuluun’s tightening walls attempting to hug his violative penis, but the endeavor fails. Only one thrust is required for Kion to slide every inch of his long rod into the snow leopard's vagina, which makes it ‘cry’ a load of fluids to compensate for the lack of space inside that penetrated introitus.
‘I am going to show you who is the “delicate”’
Kion keeps an intense, and constant rhythm, intense enough to make his balls slap against Chuluun’s rear, not caring to be gentle with the female he is trying to ‘tame’.
“Ah… Yes! F-fucking break me! Destroy me from the inside out!” Chuluun’s watery mouth pours saliva as it overflows around her tongue, finally finding a way to leak from between her lips as she feels her pussy being stretched as the orange lion’s long road goes forth and back.
“T-treat me a-as the bad girl I am….” The female feels her introitus trying to squeeze that intruder, the vaginal walls of the snow leopard are so sensitive, due to the current reproductive cycle, that she can feel the inner veins of the massive barbed member pumping against her velvet vaginal path. Meanwhile, the male enjoys every little thrill the intense mating provides, almost like little shock waves that travel through his shaft as it collides against Chuluun’s juicy walls.
“I am gonna pound your butt to the ground!”
Yells Kion, roaring as Chuluun weeps. The lavender snow leopard let out one of the meltiest moans Kion ever heard as vaginal juice starts pouring out from the penetration
Sweat drops fall from both cats, Chuluun enrolls her spotted lavender tail around Kion's neck while she keeps her left paw lifted, exposing her paw pads, and also twisting her toes as Kion presses his groin against her butt, trying to force his member deeper, even though he already buried everything he has into the snow leopard.
“AH! W-what y-you ar-are d-doing?” Asks Chuluun, feeling the male’s member throbbing erratically inside her genitals core. Kion is still thrusting forth and back, however, shortly, always keeping at least 80% of his dick inside the snow leopard’s introitus.
“G-Gonna t-try to….” Chuluun pauses, roaring as she feels a brief discomfort as Kion attempts to impale her cervix. “.... Ah! Slip your tiny balls… Int-to my c-cunt?” Asks, trying to maintain an already demystified cold posture.
“No… “ Kion smiles, lying his head over Chuluun’s nape.
“.... I just want to be sure you won't leave this cave without a cub inside your womb…”
Kion starts to ‘roll his hips’ violently, sliding his cock in and out, trying to drive his own feelings to the apex. That apex was already reached by the submissive female, who can only growl and snarl as the male feline lies his body over her battered body.
“I…. I can feel…. I can feel it!” Both Kion and Chuluun roar in unison as the male gushes a consistent load of sperm into the female, who can only picture her womb getting impregnated by the lion’s sperm cells, seeking for her egg cells to fertilize.
The lavender leopard feels the mix of her vaginal fluids with Kion’s sperm running down her hind legs, finding its dead end when that gooey substance reaches her toes.
“Are you happy now?” Asks Kion, still laid over Chuluun’s back, nibbling her ear as a form of tease.
“Pretty much….” Answer Chuluun, feeling Kion pulling his limp member out of her sore vagina, which is visibly stuffed with a cream-white load of sperm, slowly leaking out of her prolapsed introitus.
“So…. When is the next round?”