Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
She was my mate.
She was my queen.
The lioness turned her head in my direction, snarled, and bared her teeth.
Unconcerned by her warning, I growled back and then licked my lips in anticipation.
Mine.
I hurried forward.
Hunger rippled through my body.
She jumped up to her paws, getting ready to fight. Her stance radiated confidence.
Her response made my lion’s cock grow hard. Thick, veiny, and long, the tip slipped against the soft sand as I continued froward.
I could not wait to wrestle the lioness down to the ground, mount her from behind, and slam my cock inside of her.
Did she know what I intended? Did she even have a clue?
Perhaps, she did because she let out a deep, guttural roar. The loud sound reverberated over the crashing waves.
I matched her roar with one of my own.
It made her take several steps back.
I roared again.
She turned and ran away.
Mine.
I raced after her, excited for the chase.
My cock pulsed and bobbed with the leaps. My muscles burned.
She picked up her pace, but she could not outrun me.
I was faster, and she was mine.
When I got close, I gently shoved my shoulder into her hip.
She tripped and tumbled, rolling to a stop on the sand. To my surprise, she didn’t get up. Instead, she remained on the ground and arched her body. It said that she had accepted defeat, yet her eyes told me that it was a trap.
I crept forward.
When I was foot away, my lioness tried to get up and charge.
I dove for her and brought her back to the ground, covering her completely.
Roaring, she writhed and twisted under me. Her powerful claws scratched and her fangs bit into me, but I ignored the pain of those injuries, held her down, and placed my paw on her throat.
She struggled to break free, using all her might to throw me off, but I would not budge. I could tell that she was not used to being dominated, but tonight she would learn.
Roaring, I pinned her down and showed her that she was no match for the full force of my power.
Still, she snapped at me.
Aggravated, I unleashed a roar that was surely loud enough to be heard from space. The sound probably shook the ocean and sent any sharks fleeing away. My vocal cords stung from the force of it.
She trembled under me and whimpered. Her struggle weakened, and her chest heaved as she took in air.
Finally, she calmed and submitted to me.
Mine.
I wrapped my body around hers and sniffed her neck, relishing in the sweet wild fragrance of her black fur.
Probably not fully ready to accept defeat yet, she lifted a paw to strike.
I licked her furry cheek, letting her know that the fight was over.
She widened those enchanting eyes.
Was it from the affection? Did she realize that she liked it?
I licked again, and she retracted those claws and lowered the paw. A soft purr vibrated through her body.
My cock throbbed.
She nestled close to me, and I nuzzled her.
Soon, I was mounting her from behind and nudging the head of my cock against her wet pussy. The tip entered her easily.
Purring, I pushed forward and my cock slid into her. Her pussy enveloped me in warmth. Her muscles relaxed and she closed her eyes.
I rested my front paws on top of the sand and pounded into her.
I thrust.
She purred.
Then suddenly out of nowhere, a man spoke behind us. “I’m sorry, Kazimir, but I must interrupt this dream.”
I ignored the sound and pumped some more, needing her, yearning for the wonderful sensation of her.
I didn’t want to let her go.
This could never stop.
“Kazimir.”
Growling, I pounded my cock into her.
But, my lioness slowly began to fade. It was so sudden, so shocking, that I continued to thrust my cock into her as her body swirled in the wind, becoming transparent. Evaporating into wisps.
Then, she fully disappeared.
No!
I roared.
Mine!
My paws shifted to hands.
What?
I checked the rest of me.
It was all man. A tailored suit hugged my body. Shoes covered my feet.
“I am. . .a man?” I rose from the ground. “No. . .where is she? Where is—”
“We must talk, Kazimir.”
Slowly, memories returned of who and what I truly was. One would think that it all would have calmed me, but I craved what I was and what I had done just moments ago.
“Bring her back!” I spun around to fight the man who took my lioness away.
Pavel greeted my eyes.
“What?” I stepped back. “This is. . .”
More of my real life rushed back to me.
I remember.
I edged back. “No. . .this. . .cannot be. . .”
Pavel wore a simple gray suit that clung to his fit body. Tiny rubies pierced both of his ears. They sparkled in the moonlight. His long, shiny hair hung past his shoulders and rippled in the breeze.
I pointed a trembling finger at him. “Y-you are. . .dead.”