Leonine Hunt

There was a thudding in his veins, a sort of anticipatory excitement in the air. It made Dane both nervous and excited. he ran faster, his heart loudly pumping, he felt his blood flowing through his veins. he jumped over a fallen tree branch; the leaves crunching under his feet. An hysterical laugh bubbled from his gut, and it cost him his steady rhythm.

Dane heard the thump of padded feet as he was stalked. He knew he was being toyed with. It only made him scramble desperately faster, fruitlessly attempting to escape. Dane took a hard right and heard the sound of flowing water. He hadn't realized the river was so close. If he could only make it to the water-

The thought was cut off as Dane was violently tackled from behind. He painfully hit the ground, the breath knocked out of him. He struggled against the weight pinning him until he felt hot breath and sharp teeth on the back of his neck. Claws teased along his naked shoulders and a warning growl sounded in Dane's ears.

He did what any smart person would do with a fully grown adult lion on his back-he fell limp. Another rumble, this one pleased, and that heaviness shifted a bit. The claws, instead of feeling painful when they tightened, felt like more of a caress. Dane felt the swish of a tail against the back of his legs.

A puff of hot air expelled against his neck and the teeth were replaced with a rough sandpaper tongue. It licked up Dane's neck into his hair, then a nose nuzzled into the space where neck met shoulder. Dane wriggled and the lion sounded a warning growl, causing Dane to still again. The lion snuffed against Dane's skin before licking down his spine. Dane couldn't help but arch into it. The claws dragged down lightly, showcasing control as they grazed instead of scored. Suddenly, those padded paws changed into human hands and that furred feline body morphed to a hard human male body.

Dane flipped over, his hunting cloth ripped from his body, leaving him naked. He stared up into a striking face; golden tanned skin with messy, thick tawny hair and yellow-green eyes; the pupils slitted. A predatory smile revealed sharp feline teeth and that growl was decidedly leonine. The human hands, still tipped with sharpened, but thankfully retractable, claws were buried in Dane's own red hair, maneuvering his head for a thorough kiss. a rough tongue lapped and licked its way inside Dane's mouth and all he could do was groan deep in his throat. He spread his legs to accommodate both his lion and his swollen erection.

That demanding mouth pulled away from his and Dane tried to glare, but it was interrupted when those lips, teeth and tongue attacked his neck, nibbling down and across his collar bone, leaving a wet trail. Dane lifted his hands to bury them in that thick mane and the teasing mouth disappeared. Claw tipped hands pinned Dane's own to either side of his head and a warning growl let Dane know he was not to move them. With a groan, Dane totally surrendered, muscles going lax, eyes closing, completely giving himself over to his lion.

He was immediately rewarded with a rough lick to a nipple and a large hand rubbing and pinching the other one. Dane groaned his appreciation. His stomach muscles rippled at that rough, wonderfully wet tongue travelled down, dipping suggestively in his belly button. Abruptly, the licking was gone, the air cooling the trails of wetness causing goosebumps to rise. Dane had just opened his eyes, only to slam them shut when tight and heat and wet suddenly engulfed his erection. He tried to raise his hips but strong ands on him kept him pinned.

Frustrated, Dane threw one arm over his eyes and fisted his other in his own hair.

"Damn cat!"

An amused snort was his response, as well as a wicked tongue maneuver only a feline could perform. His lion rumbled and Dane gasped at the vibrations it caused around his dick. He felt his muscles tighten and his breathing speed up, his balls started to draw up when the warmth left..

"Wha-"

Before he could get anything truly coherent out, Dane was flipped over, hands lifted his hips; his ass in the air. Gentle but insistent hands spread his cheeks and warm breath puffed across his hole. Dane twitched in reaction, his body tense and his breath held. At the first lick, all the air left him in a moaning whoosh. His lion lapped at him, growling appreciative noises, coating his inner walls with saliva. Dane rocked back on the invading muscle before reaching down to grab at his cock.

Dane got off a few tugs before his hand was grabbed in a stronger one. That tongue left his entrance and one finger, with the claws conveniently sheathed, pushed inside him. In quick succession another, then another were added. Soon, but slowly, the head of his lion's penis was pushing against Dane's opening, pushing its way in. Dane hissed as the initial burn, at the almost too full feeling of being stretched. But it quickly morphed into a moan as his lion was seated fully inside him and started moving. Sure, steady strokes, in and out that seemed to caress Dane's passage.

That strong body curled about his, chest to back; Dane was caged in powerful arms. And a human mouth with sharp teeth nibbled at his neck, and an inhuman rumbling echoed in Dane's ear. All Dane could do was feel and give himself up to the pleasure. He lowered himself to his elbows and rested his head on his arms. With each stroke, a huff of air; a whimper was forced from him. A groan sounded whenever that spot deep inside was brushed against, never consistently; leaving him reeling from pleasure.

He arched his back into each thrust, welcoming them, clenching his muscles at each withdraw. His lion moved steadily, never fast or slow, hard to too gentle. He acted as if he had all the time in the world to fuck Dane. And Dane knew he was close, just from this, not even with touching his cock. Without warning, Dane felt his lion pull out.

"Don't stop!" Dane was pretty sure that sounded needy and desperate, but he didn't care.

A soothing rumble met his whine before Dan was rolled onto his back. One of his legs was lifted over a muscled shoulder and his other was rested on a thick thigh. His lion pushed three fingers back into Dane's loosened hole, twisting and pumping, watching as Dane fucked himself on the digits. Those slitted eyes steadily watched Dane's bobbing cock and swaying balls. When his lion licked his lips, that was Dane's only warning before that mouth engulfed him; alternating between sucking his cock and nuzzling his balls.

Dane thrust up into the heat and pushed back onto the fingers. Again, he felt himself almost but not quite there to release when his lion pulled his mouth and fingers away. Frustrated and needing to come, Dane slid his fingers into his lion's hair and puled him closer. Faces close, lips almost touching, breath mingling, Dane said, very clearly and slowly, "Fuck me until I come, you damn cat!" Then he roughly kissed away the snarl that was forming.

He ripped his mouth away and let out a deep moan when his lion slammed back into him. Dane's dick slapped slapped against his stomach until the lion's hand grabbed it, jerking it. Dane, again, felt his orgasm rolling upon him and prayed his lion wouldn't stop. He'd been denied so long, it was verging on painful. He felt a hand cup his balls and reach behind and press hard, and a bite on his inner knee, and finally, Dane was able to succumb to his release.

He heard a roar, not entirely human, and felt a wetness fill him. After, Dane let himself drift, letting his muscles go lax and his breathing slow. He made a little 'hmm' sound when he felt a tongue1 lapping at his stomach and chest, cleaning him.

Reaching down and cupping his lion's face, he smiled warmly and said, "I love it when we go hunting."