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She could not sleep without Tapiwa’s warmth surrounding her, even as hard as Komona tried to give her comfort. The only small distraction in this time, the only thing that could light the dark shadows of her mind was the mewling and innocent, ignorant babbling of her children. Her newborn, barely a month old, laid on her stomach suckling her right breast. He was a strong, fat little boy, and his name was called Azubuike. Another child laid on her left breast, a girl that was shorter but just as large as the boy, and maybe 10 months older. Her name was called Folami. Rolling on the floor together, towards the middle of the tent play-wrestling, was Adaeze’s eldest two children. Baako, the first born and first daughter, who was three, and Gazini, a bright-red boy who was just over 2 years old. The rhythmic suckles at her breast and the playful roaring and thudding of little bodies in the soft dirt does as much as can be done to quell her worrying mind.\n\nThe flaps to the entrance of the tent flew open and a familiar silhouette stood in the entranceway. Komona, the albino hyena, even younger than them, shielding herself from the sun in a thick cloak. The permanent hyena smile across her stuck out from below her hood, visible even through the shadow. Her pink lips and pale nose slightly red, as they were the part that stuck out the most past her hood. “Want to hear something weird?” She asked as she walked inside, into the darkness, pulling her hood back. \n\nThe children paid her no mind, but Adaeze turned her head to meet her, stroking her two suckling babes on their heads. “Witches tend to my husband, children run naked through the camp in bloody dog-skins, I think strange is the order of the day with hyenas, isn’t it?” She said with a wry laugh. \n\nKomona’s smile turned toothy as she laughed, stepping over the two wrestling children and sitting cross-legged across from Adaeze. “True!” As she sat, it was revealed she was nude beneath her cloak, as she tended to be. Her bare belly shone in the dim light, her unnaturally light-colored fur glimmering healthily. “But this is odd even for us. Tapiwa has a visitor. A suitor, in fact.” \n\nAdaeze’s ears perked. She sat up straight, crossing her own legs and cradling her babes in her lap. “Excuse me?” She asked, confused. \n\n“A woman. A lioness, from a Muslim village, looks like.” Komona motioned with her hands to signify putting on a burka, wrapping imaginary fabric around her head. “She says she wants to trade.” \n\n“Trade?” Adaeze’s eyebrow cocked and her head tilted, one ear raising and one hanging down. \n\n“Your guess is as good as mine. I didn’t ask questions, I decided to come see what you have to say about it.” The door to the flap opened, and in the door stood a robed figure. Her plump face was uncovered, showing her pale fur and light eyes. Their fur and skin was always pale, hidden beneath layers of robes. They were always impeccably soft and clean, as well. In a man, Adaeze saw this as a sign of laze, but in a female… Well in a female it was much the same in her mind, but those types always made good homebodies, good wet nurses and child-rearers. Coddlers at times, but under her and Tapiwa’s supervision, that could be curtailed. The cogwheels in Adaeze’s mind turned as her eyes sized up the new entrant to the room, making her gasp quietly, hesitating to announce herself in spite of her own sudden intrusion. \n\n“Komona…” Adaeze said quietly, standing. \n\n“Want me to take the kids with me?” The hyena asked, standing herself, \n\n“No.” Adaeze walked towards the new female as Komona rushed past her, out of the entryway. The hyena shut the flap behind her, making the new lioness jump. “You come to trade. Trade with my husband? Trade with the hyenas?” \n\nThe lioness’ head bowed in deferment, avoiding looking at Adaeze. She had been avoiding that since she entered, in fact. “I came to trade with Tapiwa… Al Mudammir…” \n\nAdaeze smiled, licking her lips as she came back into her view. Her hand gripped the woman’s chin and lifted her face to make eye contact. “My husband is not available to speak. I will handle his business. What do you have to offer us, fat-faced little kitten?” \n\nShe blushed through her fur at being teased, avoiding eye contact with Adaeze as much as possible, casting her eyes to the floor. “I offer myself… I know you have taken women before… Please take me and spare my people.” \n\n“Hmph!” Adaeze threw the girl’s face to the side and walked around her, her shoulders gyrating like a cat stalking. “We’ve taken women and sold them to the hyenas. Not to keep, and not in exchange for-what was it?-sparing your people?” She took the girl’s shoulders and began unfurling her robes. When the fabric wouldn’t give any more, rather than looking for the tangle or finding the correct way to remove the garment, she gripped it with her claws and ripped it from the younger woman, leaving her standing nude. The girl jumped, gasping, and moved to cover herself. With her paws. She was in fact rather plump, her soft face having betrayed that well. Her breasts were quite larger than Adaeze’s, her body pear shaped, her belly plump but not portly. She had no muscle or tone whatsoever. “Who are your people, anyway?” Adaeze licked her lips as she walked back around in front of the girl, glaring at her like a feral at a pregnant cow. \n\n“Y-you know my people. I remember when we were younger… you never liked being with the women… You ran naked, and hunted, and always smelled like dirt and blood…” she turned up to face Adaeze, looking her in the eyes, her head lowered and her gaze upward, submissive and weak. “You still do.” \n\nAdaeze growled and returned to the back of the tent, where blankets were laid as a bed and her kittens played all around. “So? My father had many visitors, many friends in the surrounding tribes. Why should I remember you?” She sat with legs crossed in front of her, her hands on her knees, leaning forward. “Come. Sit.” She commanded as she waited for her answer. \n\n“The girl shuffled her feet as she walked to Adaeze, and fell to both of her knees, stil covering herself with both hands. “I am Abeni, daughter of Arkamun, elder sister to Tahawwur. The man that was to be your husband.” She said with an almost indignant tone, as if she was offended to not be remembered. \n\n“Hah!” Adaeze laughed, “Hahahaha! So, we couldn’t become sisters through your brother, so we’ll become sisters by sharing [i]my[/i] husband?” She shook her head, before leaning back onto her palms. “I don’t know if Tapiwa will enjoy you...But I know his taste. I’m more concerned about how you can be useful. Those-” She pointed to Abeni’s chest- “Could serve very well feeding our children… That way I could stop and let mine run dry again. They get in the way, the scent gives me away, they’re uncomfortable… None of those things would bother you, though.” She leaned forward again, rolling onto her hands and knees, getting up close to Abeni. “I will have to try you of course. In Tapiwa’s stead…” \n\nAbeni gasped lightly, turning her head away. “I had heard you both were… I had heard you use your captives together…” She swallowed hard, and let her arms down to her sides, exposing herself. Her nipples were very light and pink, her areolas large and smooth. \n\n“Are you a virgin?” Adaeze asked, reaching a hand up to stroke over Abeni’s head, the other hand taking the girl’s shoulder and guiding her onto her back. She wasn’t being kind, in any meaningful sense of the word, rather taking care not to bruise a delicate fruit or soft cut of meat. \n\nAbeni could feel herself being treated like something to be consumed. As her back hit the dirt, her thighs squeezed tightly together and her paws moved up to Adaeze’s shoulders to pause her. “Your children, d-don’t you wa-NN!” adaeze pulled Abeni’s face up to kiss her, suddenly and aggressively, gripping the nape of Abeni’s neck with her claws retracted, squeezing tightly. She purred into the kiss in spite of her fury, and shoved one of her powerful legs between Abeni’s, forcing them open. \n\nAdaeze pulled away from Abeni, her purr turning into a growl as a string of drool connects their lips. “Are you a virgin?” She asked again, burying her muzzle into Abeni’s neck and licking it, grinding herself against Abeni’s leg and grinding her own toned thigh against Abeni. “You should tell me if you are, Tapiwa won’t want to make you bleed or cry too much.” Adaeze’s free hand moved down between Abeni’s tightly squeezing legs, her fingers stroking over the woman’s lips.\n\nAbeni groaned squeezing Adaeze’s shoulders as she was played with. She wasn’t refusing any more than reflex forced her to, her legs pressing together, her tongue clumsily trying to reject the kiss. If from nothing else but the pure stimulation, Abeni’s lips were starting to wet, and her soft mound was hot to the touch. She didn’t speak in response to Adaeze’s question, but shook her head no. She bit her lip to silence herself as she almost immediately felt Adaeze’s fingers delve into her, making her moan out loud. “AAAhn!” She cried out, laying her head back and stretching out her neck. Another woman had never touched her before, and she had never touched herself like this. Adaeze was rough with her, just as males had been, but Adaeze knew how to touch a woman, how to make a woman feel pleasure. That was the most shocking thing. Abeni had pleasured herself before, in absence of any options or after the unsatisfying act itself, but she had never had another.\n\nAdaeze seemed to revel in it. Abeni’s moans, her squeals, her mewls of pleasure. The feeling of her soft thighs squeezing her hand, of her large breasts, so soft, so supple, pressing against her own firm, milk-filled orbs and her muscular stomach. In spite of having no particular attraction to women, Abeni felt herself wetter, more aroused than she had ever been before, even the pricks of Adaeze’s claws inside her and against her plush outer lips making her tingle. Suddenly a feeling she’d never experienced came over her. It was familiar, of course, but never like this. Her heels dug into the dirt beneath her, her dulled, manicured claws gripped at Adaeze’s back and arm, her back arched up until only her heels and shoulders touched the ground beneath her. A small puddle splashed beneath her. Her roar was weak, from disuse. It was quiet and mewling. Women were discouraged from it, after all. But she couldn’t hold it in, it took her by such surprise that silencing herself didn’t even occur to her until long after the moment had passed. Her body fell flat again to the earth and Adaeze laid beside her, massaging her, lengthening and softening her afterglow. \n\n“I will accept you as our new wife. You will guard our home, care for our children…” Adaeze pulled Abeni’s muzzle into her neck, making her breath her scent, her sweat, dirt and blood and the unmistakable scent of her that overpowered all else. The scent of a queen. “Tapiwa will enjoy your soft body as much as I do… and we will put a child in you quickly so you can nurse all of our kits… My children will be your children and your children will be mine… You will be my wife as much as you will be my sister… we will love each other as we love our husband… And no one will ever hurt you. Do you understand?” \n\nAbeni didn’t understand. She couldn’t understand, not now, not in the state she was in. But she thought back on home. Men had many wives, and they were judged so harshly. By their sex, by their appearance, by their children even, and the ones found wanting were beaten, or worse. They weren’t sisters, they were in competition, either by forced necessity or by true malice towards one another. This was different. Adaeze wasn’t a mother, truly. And she wasn’t a warrior. To be wanted, needed for what she was? To be judged apart from Adaeze, rather than against her? To be appreciated and loved by them both? To be needed, rather than simply wanted and cast aside when the feeling passed? \n\nAbeni nodded into Adaeze’s neck and wrapped her arms around her. She threw a leg over her as well, embrazing her as fully as she could. She purred deeply from her chest. She knew what Adaeze and Tapiwa were. What they did. She knew that being with them would make her an enemy of the whole savannah and more. She knew the risks that entailed, to her, to her children… but now, understanding exactly what they were offering her, and weighing it against what her father, her cousins, her prospective future husbands had to offer her… she couldn’t imagine a better gamble. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nDarkness. Inky blackness. Like floating in a lukewarm pond, no flow, no movement, just surrounded by the void. When he tried to breath, it felt like trying to breath water, heavy and thick, but when he didn’t try to breath he didn’t feel faint, so eventually he stopped. For a long time it was difficult to tell if his eyes were open or shut, if he was asleep or awake. Pinpricks of white light slowly emerging. Like his eyes were adjusting to the darkness. The sky. He recognized the sky, at night. There was no moon, and no clouds. He turned his head now, trying to look. He couldn’t find his own body, he couldn’t find the earth around him. It was like he was a point of vision floating in space, no body, no anchor, no form.\n\nThe stars had an unmistakable form. He and Adaeze laid awake for hours at night finding shapes in the stars, shapes in the clouds, but not like these. These stars took definite shapes, outlines of white filled with milky light. “You are not one of ours.” A voice spoke. Neither male nor female, absent of tone or timbre. Not really a voice as much of an idea, but heard just the same. “You have never called to us.” Another voice, no, idea, but from a different source. “Nor did we form you.” Another. All different in some inconceivable way, imperceivable way. “What are you?” “Who are you?” “Why are you before us?”\n\nHe tried to speak, nothing could happen. He felt numb, but it dawned upon him that it was less a feeling of numbness than a feeling of absence. Answers formed in his mind absent of speech, unknowing or unable to transmit them. “I am a lion I am Tapiwa.” A question was unanswered, “why are you here?”. “I don’t know,” isn’t an answer to itself, after all. It’s barely an idea. It’s the statement of the absence of an idea. “Where Am I?”, is a clear idea though, a question, and thus came through perfectly. \n\n“They want him back.” “His body still lives.” “But he shouldn’t be.” “He does not believe.” “He does not know.” “He does not worship.” “What will you give to return? Who will you praise?”\n\nThere was nothing now. No coherence. Adaeze. Komona’s witches. These… things. Anger. Rage. Holding him ransom. \n\n“He is angry.” “He will curse us.” “He already curses us.” “He is like a beast.” “A man without a God is a beast.” “We should give him oblivion.” “He brings suffering where he goes.” “Suffering turns nonbelievers to us.” “Suffering turns them away.” “A gamble.” “Aren’t all things?” “Only void is surety.” “Existence is Chaos.” “Fury.” “He is chaos.” “Rage.” “He hates us.” “Send him back.” No voice is heard twice. So many. Dozens, maybe hundreds of voices speaking at once in short, simple ideas. \n\nA milky haze gains solid form, with no stars making its skeleton. A crescent, a mating of two crescents. A grin. A grin of solid white, no teeth, only knife-sharp ridges, upper and lower, meeting like a smile and clacking as it speaks. “Give my children my blessing.”\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nPain in the shoulder. Stiffness in his muscles. The scent of incense, burnt meat, burnt blood. The scent of dirt and sweat and death. The smell of witches. Chanting in a language he didn’t understand by voices he didn’t know. A roar. His throat hurt. His chest hurt. He coughed, he couldn’t breathe deeply enough, like his lungs hadn’t been stretched. His arms clawed at empty air, caught flesh, then through empty air again. Shuffling around the tent and screaming. His eyes finally opened. \n\nThe women were fleeing the room, their work done and full of genuine fear of the lion before them. The raw sunlight entering through the flaps hurt his eyes, but he didn’t turn away. He rolled onto his stomach, onto his good arm, and pushed himself onto his knees, then his feet. His body still felt numb, his legs weak. He didn’t know how long he had been lying there, he didn’t care. He burst through the flaps of the tent, flinching as the searing sunlight hit his eyes. Even his shut lids gave him no relief, the glow through the thin flesh enough to burn his tired eyes. Through furrowed brow and a tight squint he fumbled his way to what he recognized as his tent. More than once he fell, catching himself on his hands. He didn’t look like a man in those times, he looked natural, a few steps taken absent-mindedly on all fours before finding his way back to two feet, as if one were as natural as the other to him. “ADAEZE!” He roared as he lurched through the flaps of his and his wife’s tent, stopping as he could finally open his eyes fully again in the safe dim light. \n\nBefore his eyes adjusted, the scent hit his nose, scent being his strongest sense it told him the most. The tent smelled strong of sex, it almost always did besides when it smelled of his children, since they did nothing but mate and sleep there. But it smelled of an unfamiliarity, like a female he didn’t know. The haze began to evaporate from his eyes he saw nothing but his wife, nearly being launched back out of the tent as her body hit his, launched from wherever she had sat. Adaeze’s claws aggressively gripped the sides of his mane and she kissed him vigorously, no words, only mewls and purrs of pure joy at the sight of her husband not only alive but standing, walking as strong as ever. Her mouth tasted of woman too, not Komona and none of the hyenas he knew in the camp. Adaeze broke the kiss, leaving both of them panting, holding her forehead to his and grinding it against him strongly, tugging his mane pulling him into her as they shared the intimate affectionate expression. Before he could ask, Adaeze spoke to him, “Tapiwa! My love!” She continued grinding her forehead to his, kneading his mane in her fingers as her eyes shut. “I knew you would return to me…” \n\nTapiwa thought on his visions in his state of near-death. He wondered for a moment if she was taking that for granted, if he did or didn’t owe someone something for what he’s been given. But his thought was interrupted. \n\n“I have a gift for you, husband…” She buried her muzzle in his mane under his chin, breathing him and biting at his neck affectionately. “A lovely young thing has come to make herself your bride…” \n\nTapiwa’s mind was brought back to the here and now, he looked across Adaeze’s head to the back of the tent, where he finally saw the soft, round lioness laying in the back, her loins matted and wet and her maw likewise glistening. “Why would I need another wife?” He asked, his hands on Adaeze’s hips, as much to steady himself on his feet as to hold her. \n\n“Many reasons, husband.” Adaeze wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight, laying her head over his shoulder. “Her hips are wider, she can bear you more and heavier, healthier children. She can nurse both mine and hers at once, with her size-” she pulled back, touching noses with him- “Which means I can let mine run dry again and return to my former fitness… I miss being your equal on the hunt, my love…” She moved her hands to his ears, stroking them softly.\n\nTapiwa laughed, earnestly laughed, and clawed up and down her back lovingly. “Why would I let anyone bear my children but you? Looking at my current state, it could be safe to say you’re a better hunter than I am now.” He released her from his arms and stepped aside her, moving towards Abeni. “What is her name?” He crouched as he got hear her, the girl sitting on her knees suppliantly now, nude as Adaeze had left her. \n\n“Let her tell you herself.” Adaeze put her hands on Tapiwa’s shoulders, kneading them as she knelt beside him and slightly behind him, guiding him towards her. “I’ve already tested her and found her quite… passable…” \n\nTapiwa leant forward, on his knees and one hand, the other hand moving up to Abeni’s hair, stroking it first. “What is your name, soft one?” His fingers combed through her fur, silky and well kept. “So soft…” \n\n“My name is Abeni…” she said, bowing her head to his hand. “Please do me the honor of letting me join Adaeze as your wife…” she looked up at him from her slightly bowed state, avoiding eye contact reverently. \n\n“She wants to trade herself for the safety of her village.” Adaeze stalked behind Abeni, wrapping an arm around her and cupping her chin to make her face Tapiwa. “Let him see your lovely eyes…”\n\n“Is this true?” Tapiwa asked, moving his hand down her body to her large chest, cupping one of her breasts in his hand as he looked her in her eyes appraisingly. \n\n“Yes…” Abeni said, still trying to avoid direct eye contact, not wanting to offend him. “My family could not withstand an attack from you… you have already taken one of our herds on the roads… I want to ensure my brothers and sisters, my mother and father, my family can live and eat as they always have…” she looked into his eyes directly for a moment, then shied away. “But also… I believe now… after Adaeze has spoken with me, that being your wife would be a great priviledge. That you will love me, protect me from harm, keep me and my children fed and safe as long as we live…” \n\nTapiwa smiled, his hand moving down to her stomach. “I will… but what do you offer me in return for all of this? I’ve heard what Adaeze said, I want to hear it from your lips why I shouldn’t give you away to the hyenas.” \n\n“I will serve your every need and desire, as well as Adaeze’s.” Abeni said with little hesitation. “I will nurse any and all of your children, whether they’re mine or hers. I will love and care for them all as if they were their own because they are my husband’s, and my sister’s... “ she glanced towards Adaeze, then back to tapiwa. “I am of age and I am… My body is more fit to carrying and caring for children. I will bear you as many as you see fit to give me.” She said, her hands gripping her knees tightly, full of fear and anxiety. “I have never known a male...I had never been touched before Adaeze… tested me for your sake… I will know no other male as long as I am your wife.” She said between panting breaths, her ears red and her eyes cast down, the beginnings of tears in her eyes. \n\nAdaeze’s hands pulled Abeni backwards. She could barely protest before she was on her back, and Tapiwa was above her, his nose to her nose. “I will never cause you harm… but I am not gentle by nature, either.” He slipped between her soft thighs, his weight on his good arm as the injured arm rested on her breast.\n\n“I promise, we will try to be soft at first... “ Adaeze kissed Tapiwa over Abeni, then turned down to kiss her on the lips. “You’re lucky he is weak now… Maybe after the first you can be on top.” \n\n“How long have I been asleep?” Tapiwa asked, turning down to kiss Abeni himself as his intimidatingly large, spined member drug across Abeni’s near-virginal lips, eliciting a weak, quiet mewl from her soft black lips. \n\n“Two days.” Adaeze said, her hands stroking Abeni’s cheeks. “Longer than he’s gone without relief in… It’s been two years now?” \n\n“I-I will do my best… Husband…” Abeni mumbled, wrapping her arms weakly under Tapiwa’s arms and gripping his backfur. “Just let my body pleasure you...I will learn to enjoy whatever you enjoy….” Her legs lifted, her feet resting behind his thighs. “If you need to lay on me to rest your shoulder, please do… Your weight on top of me feels… good…” \n\nTapiwa looked up at Adaeze, who looked at him, both sharing a slightly surprised, but pleased look. “You’re so vocal, Abeni…” Tapiwa said, licking her neck as he lined himself up with her wet, welcoming heat. \n\n“She wasn’t anything like that with me,” Adaeze teased, playing with the woman’s ears. “I’m glad you’re willing to tell us what you want, though…” she laid down beside Abeni, nuzzling into the opposite side of her neck from Tapiwa. “We won’t hesitate to tell you.” Adaeze’s hand gripped Tapiwa’s hip and pulled him forward, his length bringing a sharp, sudden gasp from the female beneath him. Abeni bit her lip and and shut her eyes, tears now truly forming as her first time was finally taken, her body finally claimed by the virile, powerful male she’s always desired. “I know it hurts, sister,” Adaeze licked Abeni’s cheek, “you’ll love it in time.” \n\nTapiwa hit bottom, even as his hips tried to pull back Adaeze’s claw held him in place, not letting him move. Abeni’s hips ground against him as blood trickled down from her pussy. She turned to Adaeze, her eyes still shut tight. “I love it now, Adaeze… P-Please, let him go…” she said in a quiet, pleading voice. Adaeze smiled at her and released her husband, nuzzling up behind his ear and finally whispering to him, “Make her yours.”\n\n\nTO BE CONTINUED\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Two days had passed since their ordeal with the dogs.  Two long, trying days.  Adaeze was forbidden from entering the tent where her husband lay, as all were.  Only the old woman’s daughters passed back and forth through the heavy, elephant-hide flaps to bring in water and the sparsest food.  Singing, howling, growling and barking escaped from the tent in these times, before the furs and hides fell again, and sealed the dark chamber.  Adaeze heard nothing from her husband, not once, and his silence fed her growing anxiety.

The hyenas of Komona’s tribe did their best to offer distraction, to offer aid and supplication to Adaeze, which she did accept freely.  Their women nursed her children, and she theirs in turn, a reminder of the old days, solidifying bonds between families and between tribes.  Gifts and praise, words of support and prayers to dead and silent gods were all piled upon her, but nothing eased her mind.  She could not sleep without Tapiwa’s warmth surrounding her, even as hard as Komona tried to give her comfort.  The only small distraction in this time, the only thing that could light the dark shadows of her mind was the mewling and innocent, ignorant babbling of her children.  Her newborn, barely a month old, laid on her stomach suckling her right breast.  He was a strong, fat little boy, and his name was called Azubuike.  Another child laid on her left breast, a girl that was shorter but just as large as the boy, and maybe 10 months older.  Her name was called Folami. Rolling on the floor together, towards the middle of the tent play-wrestling, was Adaeze’s eldest two children.  Baako, the first born and first daughter, who was three, and Gazini, a bright-red boy who was just over 2 years old. The rhythmic suckles at her breast and the playful roaring and thudding of little bodies in the soft dirt does as much as can be done to quell her worrying mind.

The flaps to the entrance of the tent flew open and a familiar silhouette stood in the entranceway.  Komona, the albino hyena, even younger than them, shielding herself from the sun in a thick cloak.  The permanent hyena smile across her stuck out from below her hood, visible even through the shadow.  Her pink lips and pale nose slightly red, as they were the part that stuck out the most past her hood.  “Want to hear something weird?” She asked as she walked inside, into the darkness, pulling her hood back.

The children paid her no mind, but Adaeze turned her head to meet her, stroking her two suckling babes on their heads.  “Witches tend to my husband, children run naked through the camp in bloody dog-skins, I think strange is the order of the day with hyenas, isn’t it?”  She said with a wry laugh.  

Komona’s smile turned toothy as she laughed, stepping over the two wrestling children and sitting cross-legged across from Adaeze.  “True!” As she sat, it was revealed she was nude beneath her cloak, as she tended to be.  Her bare belly shone in the dim light, her unnaturally light-colored fur glimmering healthily.  “But this is odd even for us.  Tapiwa has a visitor.  A suitor, in fact.”  

Adaeze’s ears perked.  She sat up straight, crossing her own legs and cradling her babes in her lap. “Excuse me?” She asked, confused.  

“A woman.  A lioness, from a Muslim village, looks like.” Komona motioned with her hands to signify putting on a burka, wrapping imaginary fabric around her head.  “She says she wants to trade.”  

“Trade?”  Adaeze’s eyebrow cocked and her head tilted, one ear raising and one hanging down.

“Your guess is as good as mine. I didn’t ask questions, I decided to come see what you have to say about it.”  The door to the flap opened, and in the door stood a robed figure.  Her plump face was uncovered, showing her pale fur and light eyes. Their fur and skin was always pale, hidden beneath layers of robes.  They were always impeccably soft and clean, as well.  In a man, Adaeze saw this as a sign of laze, but in a female… Well in a female it was much the same in her mind, but those types always made good homebodies, good wet nurses and child-rearers.  Coddlers at times, but under her and Tapiwa’s supervision, that could be curtailed.  The cogwheels in Adaeze’s mind turned as her eyes sized up the new entrant to the room, making her gasp quietly, hesitating to announce herself in spite of her own sudden intrusion.  

“Komona…”  Adaeze said quietly, standing.  

“Want me to take the kids with me?”  The hyena asked, standing herself,

“No.” Adaeze walked towards the new female as Komona rushed past her, out of the entryway.  The hyena shut the flap behind her, making the new lioness jump.  “You come to trade. Trade with my husband? Trade with the hyenas?”  

The lioness’ head bowed in deferment, avoiding looking at Adaeze.  She had been avoiding that since she entered, in fact.  “I came to trade with Tapiwa… Al Mudammir…”  

Adaeze smiled, licking her lips as she came back into her view.  Her hand gripped the woman’s chin and lifted her face to make eye contact.  “My husband is not available to speak.  I will handle his business.  What do you have to offer us, fat-faced little kitten?”  

She blushed through her fur at being teased, avoiding eye contact with Adaeze as much as possible, casting her eyes to the floor.  “I offer myself… I know you have taken women before… Please take me and spare my people.”  

“Hmph!” Adaeze threw the girl’s face to the side and walked around her, her shoulders gyrating like a cat stalking.  “We’ve taken women and sold them to the hyenas. Not to keep, and not in exchange for-what was it?-sparing your people?” She took the girl’s shoulders and began unfurling her robes. When the fabric wouldn’t give any more, rather than looking for the tangle or finding the correct way to remove the garment, she gripped it with her claws and ripped it from the younger woman, leaving her standing nude.  The girl jumped, gasping, and moved to cover herself. With her paws.  She was in fact rather plump, her soft face having betrayed that well. Her breasts were quite larger than Adaeze’s,  her body pear shaped, her belly plump but not portly.  She had no muscle or tone whatsoever.  “Who are your people, anyway?” Adaeze licked her lips as she walked back around in front of the girl, glaring at her like a feral at a pregnant cow.  

“Y-you know my people. I remember when we were younger… you never liked being with the women… You ran naked, and hunted, and always smelled like dirt and blood…” she turned up to face Adaeze, looking her in the eyes, her head lowered and her gaze upward, submissive and weak.  “You still do.”  

Adaeze growled and returned to the back of the tent, where blankets were laid as a bed and her kittens played all around. “So?  My father had many visitors, many friends in the surrounding tribes. Why should I remember you?” She sat with legs crossed in front of her, her hands on her knees, leaning forward. “Come.  Sit.” She commanded as she waited for her answer.  

“The girl shuffled her feet as she walked to Adaeze, and fell to both of her knees, stil covering herself with both hands. “I am Abeni, daughter of Arkamun, elder sister to Tahawwur.  The man that was to be your husband.”  She said with an almost indignant tone, as if she was offended to not be remembered.  

“Hah!” Adaeze laughed, “Hahahaha!  So, we couldn’t become sisters through your brother, so we’ll become sisters by sharing my husband?” She shook her head, before leaning back onto her palms. “I don’t know if Tapiwa will enjoy you...But I know his taste.  I’m more concerned about how you can be useful.  Those-” She pointed to Abeni’s chest- “Could serve very well feeding our children… That way I could stop and let mine run dry again.  They get in the way, the scent gives me away, they’re uncomfortable… None of those things would bother you, though.” She leaned forward again, rolling onto her hands and knees, getting up close to Abeni. “I will have to try you of course. In Tapiwa’s stead…”  

Abeni gasped lightly, turning her head away. “I had heard you both were… I had heard you use your captives together…” She swallowed hard, and let her arms down to her sides, exposing herself. Her nipples were very light and pink, her areolas large and smooth.

“Are you a virgin?” Adaeze asked, reaching a hand up to stroke over Abeni’s head, the other hand taking the girl’s shoulder and guiding her onto her back. She wasn’t being kind, in any meaningful sense of the word, rather taking care not to bruise a delicate fruit or soft cut of meat.  

Abeni could feel herself being treated like something to be consumed.  As her back hit the dirt, her thighs squeezed tightly together and her paws moved up to Adaeze’s shoulders to pause her. “Your children, d-don’t you wa-NN!” adaeze pulled Abeni’s face up to kiss her, suddenly and aggressively, gripping the nape of Abeni’s neck with her claws retracted, squeezing tightly.  She purred into the kiss in spite of her fury, and shoved one of her powerful legs between Abeni’s, forcing them open.  

Adaeze pulled away from Abeni, her purr turning into a growl as a string of drool connects their lips.  “Are you a virgin?” She asked again, burying her muzzle into Abeni’s neck and licking it, grinding herself against Abeni’s leg and grinding her own toned thigh against Abeni.  “You should tell me if you are, Tapiwa won’t want to make you bleed or cry too much.” Adaeze’s free hand moved down between Abeni’s tightly squeezing legs, her fingers stroking over the woman’s lips.

Abeni groaned squeezing Adaeze’s shoulders as she was played with. She wasn’t refusing any more than reflex forced her to, her legs pressing together, her tongue clumsily trying to reject the kiss.  If from nothing else but the pure stimulation, Abeni’s lips were starting to wet, and her soft mound was hot to the touch.  She didn’t speak in response to Adaeze’s question, but shook her head no.  She bit her lip to silence herself as she almost immediately felt Adaeze’s fingers delve into her, making her moan out loud.  “AAAhn!” She cried out, laying her head back and stretching out her neck. Another woman had never touched her before, and she had never touched herself like this.  Adaeze was rough with her, just as males had been, but Adaeze knew how to touch a woman, how to make a woman feel pleasure.  That was the most shocking thing.  Abeni had pleasured herself before, in absence of any options or after the unsatisfying act itself, but she had never had another.

Adaeze seemed to revel in it.  Abeni’s moans, her squeals, her mewls of pleasure.  The feeling of her soft thighs squeezing her hand, of her large breasts, so soft, so supple, pressing against her own firm, milk-filled orbs and her muscular stomach.  In spite of having no particular attraction to women, Abeni felt herself wetter, more aroused than she had ever been before, even the pricks of Adaeze’s claws inside her and against her plush outer lips making her tingle. Suddenly a feeling she’d never experienced came over her.  It was familiar, of course, but never like this.  Her heels dug into the dirt beneath her, her dulled, manicured claws gripped at Adaeze’s back and arm, her back arched up until only her heels and shoulders touched the ground beneath her.  A small puddle splashed beneath her.  Her roar was weak, from disuse.  It was quiet and mewling. Women were discouraged from it, after all.  But she couldn’t hold it in, it took her by such surprise that silencing herself didn’t even occur to her until long after the moment had passed.  Her body fell flat again to the earth and Adaeze laid beside her, massaging her, lengthening and softening her afterglow.  

“I will accept you as our new wife. You will guard our home, care for our children…” Adaeze pulled Abeni’s muzzle into her neck, making her breath her scent, her sweat, dirt and blood and the unmistakable scent of her that overpowered all else.  The scent of a queen.  “Tapiwa will enjoy your soft body as much as I do… and we will put a child in you quickly so you can nurse all of our kits…  My children will be your children and your children will be mine…  You will be my wife as much as you will be my sister… we will love each other as we love our husband…  And no one will ever hurt you.  Do you understand?”  

Abeni didn’t understand.  She couldn’t understand, not now, not in the state she was in.  But she thought back on home.  Men had many wives, and they were judged so harshly. By their sex, by their appearance, by their children even, and the ones found wanting were beaten, or worse.  They weren’t sisters, they were in competition, either by forced necessity or by true malice towards one another. This was different.  Adaeze wasn’t a mother, truly.  And she wasn’t a warrior. To be wanted, needed for what she was? To be judged apart from Adaeze, rather than against her?  To be appreciated and loved by them both?  To be needed, rather than simply wanted and cast aside when the feeling passed?  

Abeni nodded into Adaeze’s neck and wrapped her arms around her.  She threw a leg over her as well, embrazing her as fully as she could.  She purred deeply from her chest.  She knew what Adaeze and Tapiwa were.  What they did.  She knew that being with them would make her an enemy of the whole savannah and more. She knew the risks that entailed, to her, to her children… but now, understanding exactly what they were offering her, and weighing it against what her father, her cousins, her prospective future husbands had to offer her… she couldn’t imagine a better gamble.  







Darkness. Inky blackness. Like floating in a lukewarm pond, no flow, no movement, just surrounded by the void. When he tried to breath, it felt like trying to breath water, heavy and thick, but when he didn’t try to breath he didn’t feel faint, so eventually he stopped.  For a long time it was difficult to tell if his eyes were open or shut, if he was asleep or awake.  Pinpricks of white light slowly emerging.  Like his eyes were adjusting to the darkness.  The sky.  He recognized the sky, at night.  There was no moon, and no clouds.  He turned his head now, trying to look.  He couldn’t find his own body, he couldn’t find the earth around him.  It was like he was a point of vision floating in space, no body, no anchor, no form.

The stars had an unmistakable form.  He and Adaeze laid awake for hours at night finding shapes in the stars, shapes in the clouds, but not like these. These stars took definite shapes, outlines of white filled with milky light.  “You are not one of ours.” A voice spoke.  Neither male nor female, absent of tone or timbre. Not really a voice as much of an idea, but heard just the same.  “You have never called to us.”  Another voice, no, idea, but from a different source.  “Nor did we form you.” Another.  All different in some inconceivable way, imperceivable way. “What are you?” “Who are you?” “Why are you before us?”

He tried to speak, nothing could happen.  He felt numb, but it dawned upon him that it was less a feeling of numbness than a feeling of absence.  Answers formed in his mind absent of speech, unknowing or unable to transmit them.  “I am a lion  I am Tapiwa.” A question was unanswered, “why are you here?”.  “I don’t know,” isn’t an answer to itself, after all.  It’s barely an idea.  It’s the statement of the absence of an idea.  “Where Am I?”, is a clear idea though, a question, and thus came through perfectly.

“They want him back.”  “His body still lives.”  “But he shouldn’t be.” “He does not believe.”  “He does not know.”  “He does not worship.”  “What will you give to return?  Who will you praise?”

There was nothing now.  No coherence. Adaeze.  Komona’s witches.  These… things. Anger.  Rage.  Holding him ransom.

“He is angry.”  “He will curse us.”  “He already curses us.”  “He is like a beast.”  “A man without a God is a beast.”  “We should give him oblivion.”  “He brings suffering where he goes.” “Suffering turns nonbelievers to us.”  “Suffering turns them away.”  “A gamble.”  “Aren’t all things?”  “Only void is surety.”  “Existence is Chaos.”  “Fury.” “He is chaos.” “Rage.” “He hates us.” “Send him back.” No voice is heard twice.  So many.  Dozens, maybe hundreds of voices speaking at once in short, simple ideas.  

A milky haze gains solid form, with no stars making its skeleton. A crescent, a mating of two crescents. A grin.  A grin of solid white, no teeth, only knife-sharp ridges, upper and lower, meeting like a smile and clacking as it speaks.  “Give my children my blessing.”







Pain in the shoulder.  Stiffness in his muscles.  The scent of incense, burnt meat, burnt blood. The scent of dirt and sweat and death.  The smell of witches.  Chanting in a language he didn’t understand by voices he didn’t know. A roar.  His throat hurt.  His chest hurt.   He coughed, he couldn’t breathe deeply enough, like his lungs hadn’t been stretched.  His arms clawed at empty air, caught flesh, then through empty air again. Shuffling around the tent and screaming. His eyes finally opened.

The women were fleeing the room, their work done and full of genuine fear of the lion before them.  The raw sunlight entering through the flaps hurt his eyes, but he didn’t turn away.  He rolled onto his stomach, onto his good arm, and pushed himself onto his knees, then his feet.  His body still felt numb, his legs weak.  He didn’t know how long he had been lying there, he didn’t care.  He burst through the flaps of the tent, flinching as the searing sunlight hit his eyes. Even his shut lids gave him no relief, the glow through the thin flesh enough to burn his tired eyes.  Through furrowed brow and a tight squint he fumbled his way to what he recognized as his tent.  More than once he fell, catching himself on his hands.  He didn’t look like a man in those times, he looked natural, a few steps taken absent-mindedly on all fours before finding his way back to two feet, as if one were as natural as the other to him.  “ADAEZE!”  He roared as he lurched through the flaps of his and his wife’s tent, stopping as he could finally open his eyes fully again in the safe dim light.

Before his eyes adjusted, the scent hit his nose, scent being his strongest sense it told him the most.  The tent smelled strong of sex, it almost always did besides when it smelled of his children, since they did nothing but mate and sleep there.  But it smelled of an unfamiliarity, like a female he didn’t know.  The haze began to evaporate from his eyes he saw nothing but his wife, nearly being launched back out of the tent as her body hit his, launched from wherever she had sat.  Adaeze’s claws aggressively gripped the sides of his mane and she kissed him vigorously, no words, only mewls and purrs of pure joy at the sight of her husband not only alive but standing, walking as strong as ever.  Her mouth tasted of woman too, not Komona and none of the hyenas he knew in the camp. Adaeze broke the kiss, leaving both of them panting, holding her forehead to his and grinding it against him strongly, tugging his mane pulling him into her as they shared the intimate affectionate expression. Before he could ask, Adaeze spoke to him, “Tapiwa! My love!”  She continued grinding her forehead to his, kneading his mane in her fingers as her eyes shut.  “I knew you would return to me…”

Tapiwa thought on his visions in his state of near-death.  He wondered for a moment if she was taking that for granted, if he did or didn’t owe someone something for what he’s been given. But his thought was interrupted.  

“I have a gift for you, husband…”  She buried her muzzle in his mane under his chin, breathing him and biting at his neck affectionately. “A lovely young thing has come to make herself your bride…”

Tapiwa’s mind was brought back to the here and now, he looked across Adaeze’s head to the back of the tent, where he finally saw the soft, round lioness laying in the back, her loins matted and wet and her maw likewise glistening.  “Why would I need another wife?” He asked, his hands on Adaeze’s hips, as much to steady himself on his feet as to hold her.  

“Many reasons, husband.” Adaeze wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight, laying her head over his shoulder. “Her hips are wider, she can bear you more and heavier, healthier children.  She can nurse both mine and hers at once, with her size-” she pulled back, touching noses with him- “Which means I can let mine run dry again and return to my former fitness… I miss being your equal on the hunt, my love…” She moved her hands to his ears, stroking them softly.

Tapiwa laughed, earnestly laughed, and clawed up and down her back lovingly.  “Why would I let anyone bear my children but you?  Looking at my current state, it could be safe to say you’re a better hunter than I am now.”  He released her from his arms and stepped aside her, moving towards Abeni.  “What is her name?”  He crouched as he got hear her, the girl sitting on her knees suppliantly now, nude as Adaeze had left her.  

“Let her tell you herself.” Adaeze put her hands on Tapiwa’s shoulders, kneading them as she knelt beside him and slightly behind him, guiding him towards her.  “I’ve already tested her and found her quite… passable…”

Tapiwa leant forward, on his knees and one hand, the other hand moving up to Abeni’s hair, stroking it first.  “What is your name, soft one?”  His fingers combed through her fur, silky and well kept. “So soft…”

“My name is Abeni…” she said, bowing her head to his hand.  “Please do me the honor of letting me join Adaeze as your wife…” she looked up at him from her slightly bowed state, avoiding eye contact reverently.

“She wants to trade herself for the safety of her village.”  Adaeze stalked behind Abeni, wrapping an arm around her and cupping her chin to make her face Tapiwa.  “Let him see your lovely eyes…”

“Is this true?”  Tapiwa asked, moving his hand down her body to her large chest, cupping one of her breasts in his hand as he looked her in her eyes appraisingly.  

“Yes…” Abeni said, still trying to avoid direct eye contact, not wanting to offend him.  “My family could not withstand an attack from you… you have already taken one of our herds on the roads… I want to ensure my brothers and sisters, my mother and father, my family can live and eat as they always have…” she looked into his eyes directly for a moment, then shied away.  “But also… I believe now… after Adaeze has spoken with me, that being your wife would be a great priviledge.  That you will love me, protect me from harm, keep me and my children fed and safe as long as we live…”  

Tapiwa smiled, his hand moving down to her stomach. “I will… but what do you offer me in return for all of this?  I’ve heard what Adaeze said, I want to hear it from your lips why I shouldn’t give you away to the hyenas.”  

“I will serve your every need and desire, as well as Adaeze’s.” Abeni said with little hesitation. “I will nurse any and all of your children, whether they’re mine or hers. I will love and care for them all as if they were their own because they are my husband’s, and my sister’s... “ she glanced towards Adaeze, then back to tapiwa. “I am of age and I am… My body is more fit to carrying and caring for children.  I will bear you as many as you see fit to give me.” She said, her hands gripping her knees tightly, full of fear and anxiety.  “I have never known a male...I had never been touched before Adaeze… tested me for your sake… I will know no other male as long as I am your wife.”  She said between panting breaths, her ears red and her eyes cast down, the beginnings of tears in her eyes.

Adaeze’s hands pulled Abeni backwards.  She could barely protest before she was on her back, and Tapiwa was above her, his nose to her nose.  “I will never cause you harm… but I am not gentle by nature, either.” He slipped between her soft thighs, his weight on his good arm as the injured arm rested on her breast.

“I promise, we will try to be soft at first... “  Adaeze kissed Tapiwa over Abeni, then turned down to kiss her on the lips. “You’re lucky he is weak now… Maybe after the first you can be on top.”

“How long have I been asleep?” Tapiwa asked, turning down to kiss Abeni himself as his intimidatingly large, spined member drug across Abeni’s near-virginal lips, eliciting a weak, quiet mewl from her soft black lips.  

“Two days.”  Adaeze said, her hands stroking Abeni’s cheeks. “Longer than he’s gone without relief in… It’s been two years now?”

“I-I will do my best… Husband…” Abeni mumbled, wrapping her arms weakly under Tapiwa’s arms and gripping his backfur. “Just let my body pleasure you...I will learn to enjoy whatever you enjoy….”  Her legs lifted, her feet resting behind his thighs.  “If you need to lay on me to rest your shoulder, please do… Your weight on top of me feels… good…”

Tapiwa looked up at Adaeze, who looked at him, both sharing a slightly surprised, but pleased look.  “You’re so vocal, Abeni…” Tapiwa said, licking her neck as he lined himself up with her wet, welcoming heat.  

“She wasn’t anything like that with me,” Adaeze teased, playing with the woman’s ears.  “I’m glad you’re willing to tell us what you want, though…”  she laid down beside Abeni, nuzzling into the opposite side of her neck from Tapiwa.  “We won’t hesitate to tell you.”  Adaeze’s hand gripped Tapiwa’s hip and pulled him forward, his length bringing a sharp, sudden gasp from the female beneath him. Abeni bit her lip and and shut her eyes, tears now truly forming as her first time was finally taken, her body finally claimed by the virile, powerful male she’s always desired.  “I know it hurts, sister,” Adaeze licked Abeni’s cheek, “you’ll love it in time.”

Tapiwa hit bottom, even as his hips tried to pull back Adaeze’s claw held him in place, not letting him move.  Abeni’s hips ground against him as blood trickled down from her pussy.  She turned to Adaeze, her eyes still shut tight. “I love it now, Adaeze… P-Please, let him go…” she said in a quiet, pleading voice.  Adaeze smiled at her and released her husband, nuzzling up behind his ear and finally whispering to him, “Make her yours.”


TO BE CONTINUED
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