Never Enough Pride

Cato growled and laid down, his ears and tail flicking absentmindedly as he panted lowly. He ran his eyes over the rest of the pride, before turning his attention back to the young female. Calling her with low cuffs.

The female pinned her ears and she lashed her tail, trying to pull away as she felt his seed flow into her and she growled, managing to pull away and she rolled in the shade, purring and rolling back over, stretching out.

Cato growled and mounted the small female, thrusting into her quickly, beginning to hump her roughly, after only a few thrusts he released into her, leaning down and gripping one of her ears, cuffing.

She let him stay over her and she rolled, lashing her tail and looking up at him, purring and pressing back against him.

He growled and followed her, cuffing he looked over her and began to lick along her fur, caging her small body with his legs. He pressed his hips down on the pettie lioness to keep her in place.

She pinned her ears and squirmed under him, trying to twist away from him as the pain became too much, she growled loudly in pain and managed to pull away from the larger male, her ears back and she breathed heavily, not moving far from him before she too began to roll about in the dirt.

He growled, digging his claws into either side of the young female. Biting down a little harder on her neck as he increased his pace.

The young lioness crouched for him and she pinned her ears as she felt him inside her and she growled in pain, feeling his barbs scraping against her walls, the force stimulating her ovaries to release an egg into her womb.

He moved to be right near her, pressing his nose toward her, growling softly and lashing his tail. He moved to mount her, pressing himself into her quickly, holding the back of her neck tightly although not overly painfully.

Marah flicked her ears and looked over as she saw the king looking to her, her ears pinned lightly and she rolled over when he was close and she let out soft purrs, lashing her tail and spreading her heat scent, which was getting stronger.

He growled and approached the older female again though another sent caught his attention, the younger female he realised was also in heat. He lashed his tail and dismissed the older female, moving toward the younger female.

The older lioness growled to the male, she lashed her tail and let him stay over her for a bit longer before she pulled away and flopped into the dirt again, growling loudly at him.

Cato growled and mounted the older female again, gripping her neck and thrusting into her. Letting out a series of low growls.

The older lioness huffed and lashed her tail, allowing the male to come closer to her, her claws kneading the ground.

Cato growled and moved after the older female, he stood before, his length hanging below him, the female had moved away before he'd been able to release for the second time. "You Minx" he said, his eyes narrowing as he approached the female again.

The older lioness growled but let him mount her again, until she turned again and swiped at him, hissing loudly and moving away from him, starting to purr and she flopped into the dirt, rolling about teasingly.

Cato prowled toward the older female again, growling invitingly at her. He padded toward her, mounting again and for the second time he leaned down and gripped her neck, pressing himself deep inside her. Growling his approval, he flexed his claws beside her beginning to lick her neck as he trusted into and out of her.

The older female flopped down and rolled about along the ground, rolling back onto her stomach and she growled softly at the male, her ears pinning back.

He growled and shot his load inside her, when he saw the female turn he growled and leaped off her. He stayed close to the female, ready to mount her again when she settled. He moved over to the older female and licked her neck.

The old female stayed in place for him, hissing and growling as his barbs scraped at her walls and stimulated her, her body getting ready to release an egg for him, but she snarled and turned herself to swipe him off her when it hurt too much, being a typical lioness.

He mounted her without hesitation, leaning down and gripping the back of her neck with his teeth to keep her in place. He angled himself above the female before he trusted into her. His barbs pressing into her keeping her from moving. He began slowly pressing himself into and out of the old female, growing out loudly.

The older female seemed to finally be accepting him as she returned his growls and chuffs, raising her back end softly and she lashed her tail out of the way, allowing the male to come to mate with her, though she was clearly ready to claw him off her if he hurt her.

He growled when he smelt the females scent, standing up he began prowling toward the pettie female's mother. His tail lashing up as he approaching the laying female. He let off a series of mating calls, inviting the female to let him mate her. He was looming over the old tabby.

The lionesses began getting bored of one another and they spread out a bit, Marah lashed her tail as she laid on her stomach and laid in the shade, her ears perked and she yawned softly, her tail lashing back and forth, beginning to spread a very faint heat scent from the young female, her mother's own heat scent strong enough t drown out the white lioness's heat scent through.

He smirked and his insticts suddenly did a somersault, he laid down in front of the pettie female, finding that he enjoyed the young females personality. He wondered how close to her first heat, she was old enough that he'd have no reason to kill her, but he wasn't patient either. He watched in interest as her mother groomed her, he smelt a smilar taste to their scents. Although he found he enjoyed -- was almost addicted to the smell of the small female.