My chest still ached at the treatment that my Bongani had received for staying faithful to me. After all the talk about how inferior he was compared to Lionkin males I would never have guessed that one of the women would try to take him behind my back. That they beat him and left him for dead was such a hard stone in my gut. My hand tensed around his as we slipped amongst the pride. The boar was picked clean except the heart and bones.
Gugulethu held out the heart to me and bowed her head. Many of the women looked away from me as the scent of rage radiated off me. I snatched the bloody offering and pushed it into Bongani’s hands. His look of confusion registered on his face but I pressed harder until he unhooked his hands and began eating my gift to him.
Scanning the crowd I could see no signs of the female that had tried to take what was mine. The air was so confused with the scent of fear, anger, and blood that I couldn’t find my target. Eventually she would make it back to the center of the pride and I would reap my vengeance upon her.
Standing up straight and thrusting my chest out I let my muscles ripple. From my blood stained hands and body I exuded as much of my strength as I could. “This male! He is mine! One of you, who mock him, tried to take him from me! Left him behind when my protection is given to you!” I motioned to Bongani as he timidly tore flesh from the heart. “You would disgrace me! You would spit in my face! Just this day I slaughtered a disgrace of a male who would have claimed you! The moment I stepped away I was betrayed!” I paced, stalking around the women as they stayed cowed before me. “Let me ask, must I take what is mine wherever I go? Can I not trust this pride?!”
I could smell the turbulent feelings in the air. Some wanted to deny what I was saying. Others knew the guilt lay on the pride. They could all gather together and fight me. I could kill many of them but I would fall. However, the expressions on their face showed they had little fight in them in the face of my anger.
“Gugulethu, matron of the pride.” I grabbed the arm of the elderly woman. Who I had spent my pleasure upon. “Tell me, is there anyone here I can trust?”
She looked at me, wisdom, worry, and fear in her eyes. “We can look after him. As you protect us, some of us will protect him.”
I pressed myself close to her, towering above her and feeling emotions bubbling in my chest. My emotions were too strong and I burst into harsh mocking laughter. I tilted my head back and howled with it. “I was going to lavish you all in the pleasures I could give you! Bed all who would want to know the gifts I gave your matron and Bandile.” My throat bubbled with it, the storm that was raging inside me ever since my banishment howled. “Now! Now I feel you don’t deserve it!” I grabbed Bongani and pulled him against me. “If you want me! If you want the pleasure I can give, you will follow my will. Protect what is mine.”
Bongani looked at me with reverence, safe in my arms and against my powerful body I pulled him to me. I licked the blood off his chin and sealed my lips around his. His moan against me vibrated my lips as he giggled with emotions. Breaking the kiss I brought the heart to my mouth and tore into it with my sharp teeth.
As I chewed I looked at the women around us. I pressed my cheek against the top of his head and closed my eyes. The heat of his body soaked into me in a soothing wave against the rage of my emotions. The laughter died in my chest with a final breath. Swallowing I put some small gap between me and Bongani. “I want him guarded at all times! No one is to touch him but me! I’ll break the arm of anyone that would harm him! Those that guard him will receive my pleasure, my gift of mind numbing bliss.”
Bongani swallowed the last of the heart as I wrapped my hand through his bloody one. His eyes shone with emotions and love for me. I had seen that glimmer in Melokuhle. He had given himself to me fully. I had his heart, mind, and body. His ears flicked before flattening and bowing his eyes away from mine.
“Let’s get back to moving. The world waits for no one.”
The pride broke apart and started to walk away. Leaving the stripped bones of the boar I had taken for the carrion birds. Pulling Bongani with me I walked behind them all, scanning for the woman who had done this to my mate. Slowly I let go of his hand and licked my own clean. Grabbing his hands I licked his clean, savoring every drop of it. The taste of his skin and the blood of the beast tickled my brain. I would spoil him when we rested later.
The day passed by while I scanned for that betrayer who had decided to seek Bongani. My gut told me she would hide from me. Be on the other side of the herd at all times until my anger would gutter out like a flame in too high of winds. None spoke to me but I could see Bandile and Gugulethu hover around us.
Night passed and as morning arrive it was decided that we would rest. I pulled Bongani away from them all and into the shade of a tree. I pressed him gently with my hands until his back rested against the bark of it. Rubbing his ears I kissed him. It was gentle, tentative. My hands ran down the back of his head and neck. One hand paused wrapped around his throat as he moaned at the touch.
Letting go of his neck I slid my hands down to his cock and gripped him gently. He filled my hands well with his girth and he bucked his hips lightly at the touch. Groaning, I stroked him slowly, teasingly as he plumped against my palm. I kept our lips pressed together, showing him tender desire as he hardened.
Now that he was fully erect I started a long line of kisses down his body. From his jaw, down his neck, pausing to nip and pull at his nipples much to his delight. Then I was kneeling before him. My lungs took in the deep scent of his musk. The strong scent of his cock filling me as my eyes fluttered closed. I pressed kisses down his length.
My hands wrapped around his and I pulled them to my head. I guided him into kneading my ears as I looked up his body. With eyes locked I put out my tongue and glided down his veiny thickness. Tasting him thickly on my tongue and deep in his scent I wrapped lips around his tip and could feel the salty thick precum dripping from his tip.
Hands worked my ears in pleasurable circles, I pressed further down his length taking him into my mouth as he glided along my tongue. I wrapped and sucked his cock as my pussy grew wet and my own cock hardened. Closing my eyes I pressed down until he was at the back of my throat, sealing off my air as he bucked his hands tightening on my ears. Bending, I swallowed, taking him down into me. My throat filled with him as my eyes rolled.
Gripping my own cock I pulled off him, my spit dripping from him as I grabbed his base and stroked him. Kissing and licking his tip he moaned like I was treating him to heaven. Spitting on my other hand I stroked my length while taking him once more into my lips. Focusing my efforts on his sensitive head, Bongani’s hands scratched into my scalp.
It felt good to stroke myself while filling my mouth with him. I kept at it for a few minutes before my pussy ached too much for cock to continue. Freeing him from my mouth with a pop I pulled him down with me until he was on top of me. Pulling his head against my chest I wrapped my legs around his hips, cradling his butt and rubbing my cock against his smooth soft stomach. I could feel his tip line up with me naturally and tease my aching cunt.
His lips and tongue danced along the dried blood on my chest and shoulder, lapping up the crust as his hips pressed forward. I felt him part me, spreading me open with his thickness. My eyes rolled as that deep need for him that I had been feeling all day began to be satisfied. My heart swelled with appreciation for his quiet support of me. The dedication he showed and gave me.
I held him once he was fully buried inside me and kept him there. Feeling his heartbeat thud through his cock with every twitch as his tongue lapped at my skin. His lips suckled and nipped at my sensitive nipples as I moaned with pleasure. I wanted to kiss him but he was too short for him to reach me that way. Loosening my grip he slowly pulled back and thrust filling me deliciously. I felt his hand snake between my hard abs and his soft stomach and wrap around my hard need. As he pulled back he stroked down to my base and up with his thrust.
Closing my eyes I let myself sink into the pleasure and care being given to me. I held and cupped his head, rubbing the base of his ears as my pleasure built with every moment. It was not like the other times I had been with him. The frantic need, the rough desire. It reminded me of my love. Tears filled my eyes as he pumped into me. The storm grew quiet as I moaned long and low. I was approaching the cliff of my desire.
Bongani grew thick inside me. I could feel him ready to fall into his own mindless release. His body was tense as he held back his cum, wanting me to climax with him.
“Fill me, cum in me Bongani,” I whispered with passion in my voice. With one final swelling the hot seed of his body pumped inside me, sending my mind reeling over the cliff of release. My cock sprayed cum between our bodies, painting the underside of my breasts and coating his chest. Ropes filled me, each spurt of his cock caused my own spasming release. I moaned, tightening my grip on him until he was stuck buried deep in me. My chest heaved with his as our hearts beat as one.
That is when a dam of emotions broke. The sorrow I was holding back, the emptiness I felt without Melokuhle, only able to be soothed by my last connection to the clan. Tears fell as I began to weep. I had hid behind my anger for so long that in the moment, when I could only feel satisfaction, my defenses crumbled.
“A-a-are you ok-k-kay?” Whispered my male. His arms tightened around me.
I couldn’t speak, my throat was too tight as I choked the sobs down to silent gasps. I held him there against me, uncaring for the drying cum that would feel tight upon my skin later. I just needed to feel him, needed to feel my connection to what I had lost.
I didn’t feel time pass, it was all so slow until I had no more strength to weep, no more strength to stay awake. My arms and legs loosened and fell away from my Bongani. The last thing I felt was his tongue lapping at the mess we had made before I fell asleep, exhausted.
