Zebraddiction: Chapter 1

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Awesome art by: Brolaren  

 The high afternoon sun beat on the Savannah with an unrelenting heat. While the cloudless sky offered no reprieve from the blasting rays, the temperature went unnoticed by the common inhabitants of the area.   
 
  One of which was a six legged lizard that stalked the tall grass, its size the equivalent of an elephant. Its jaw hung open and from its throat emanated a rough growl, a forked tongue lapping out to taste the air. The wind blew at its face, good news for the other inhabitants of the Savannah that stalked it for prey.   
 
  The gigatile was a ferocious beast, bad temper and unending appetite made it one of the most dangerous things to encounter, but it's thickly muscled legs and body made for a substantial meal for anyone that could bring it down. As was the current mission for a group of barbarians that had been trailing its tracks for the past four hours.   
 
  There was five of them, all lionesses, three young out on their first hunt and two elders that were tasked with training them. From a tree line they spotted the gigatile as it made its way over to a water hole. It dipped its head to lap at the murky water, and it was now with its attention drawn that the hunting pack advanced on it.   
 
  The five lionesses kept low in the grass, crouched but still moving quickly, their heads barely peaking above the top of the blades. They stopped fifty yards away from their prey and knelt on the dry soil. Each lioness was dressed in little more than a loincloth, each holding a distinct weapon that they had chosen to work with for the rest of their lives. In barbarian society, one's own weapon was their connection to the pride, their symbol by which other barbarians could tell who they were and what their personality was like.   
 
  The lioness at the front of the pack was the largest of the five, her muscular body and tall stature made her out to be the clear leader of them. She was known as Kaahla, a beautifully fierce woman with striking, golden eyes and a braid of dark red hair that fell against the middle of her back. Clutched in her left paw was a broadsword that was nearly the length of her own body but no wider than any normal one of its size. What made the weapon so distinct was it's unimaginable weight, the metal that it was made of was smelted from compacted iron found incredibly deep underground.   
 
  Beside her, one of the younger lionesses stared with transfixed awe at the gigatile. She was Taam, the daughter of one of their tribe's more revered noblemen. Despite her youth, she was the largest among her peers, almost as big as the second elder. In her own paw she clutched a spear twice the length of her own body, the pole so thick that her fingers couldn't touch as she held it. On its end was a massive obsidian tip that was as big as her head and was so dark one could hardly make out the chiseled features across its surface.
 
  Kaahla turned her gaze to Taam and she returned the look. Without a word spoken between them, the young lioness ducked beneath the grass and began stalking far off to the gigatile's flank. As she did, the other lioness elder and the two remaining youths went the opposite way, leaving Kaahla to begin forward to approach the beast at its rear.   
 
  Minutes ticked by of the gigatile lapping noisily at the water in front of it, a shallow hiss escaping every once in a while as it breathed. As silent as the night, Kaahla stopped only when she was twenty yards away and crouched down with her legs drawing beneath her, powerful springs coiling. She gathered her strength, spoke a brief prayer to herself, and leaped.   
 
  The brisk rustle of grass caught the attention of the gigatile and it raised its head and glanced behind it with lightning speed. By the time it caught sight of the lioness, it was far too late for it to dodge her attack, one that was poised to set the pace for the rest of the hunt. Kaahla sprinted and closed the distance in the span of a second, her sword held out at her side, she slashed it forward while aiming to rush past the beast's side.   
 
  The razor edge of her blade caught the gigatile's back leg behind its knee and cleaved straight through as if were nothing at all. A screech of agony ripped through the creature's mouth and it reached to the side to snap at the lioness, but she was ready for the move. Her momentum carrying her forward,  Kaahla ducked beneath the gigatile's jaws by a foot and skidded into the water.   
 
  Gore painted the Savannah floor as it flowed freely from the dismembered limb, but a gigatile with five legs was almost just as dangerous as one with six, though its balance was a whole other story. From the opposite side of its hacked off limb, Taam's spear arched through the air and drove into the beast's ribs with such force that it went tumbling onto its side. Another pained roar made the air vibrate and Kaahla's ears pin back against her head.   
 
  From a short distance away, the remaining elder and the two youths were already sprinting to join the fray. Held within the older lioness's paw was a glaive that rivaled Taam's spear, though its wood was not nearly so heavy and stiff. This became evident when she gripped the weapon with both paws and drove it hard into the ground. The pole bent into a U-shape and flicked the elder into the air, making her soar ten feat high with her weapon still held firmly in her grasp.   
 
  Her aim was perfect, and the glaive became positioned over her head as she completed her arch and came back to the ground. In a resound, brutal shop, the glaive's edge came down on the gigatile's nape, cutting through the tough armored skin there and severing it's spinal cord. The beast was dead before the razor edge became embedded in the soil.   
 
  The two youth came trotting up to the valiant elder's sides as she pulled her glaive back, grinning triumphantly as she stared at the creature. Kaahla let out a celebratory whoop and loped up to the other's side, Taam soon joining them and lending her own voice to the call. Soon all five were roaring out their praise for one another and calling up towards the sky.   
 
  “Excellent work, Maali” Kaahla said to the other elder, a broad grin plastered over her face.   
 
  “And to you, sister, a flawless plan flawlessly executed,” Maali replied.   
 
  “And let us not forget our students,” Kaahla said, turning to look over the three young lionesses. While Taam beamed happily after she had retrieved her spear from the gigatile, Saami and Ataah gazed back with crestfallen expressions.   
 
  “Not a drop of blood was tasted by our weapons,” Ataah whispered, her paws gripping her twin battle knives in tightly balled fists.   
 
  “That's a greater thing than you realize,” Kaahla explained and reached out to set her paw on Ataah's shoulder. The young lioness gazed into the other's eyes. “You and Saami were the reserve, had something gone wrong it would have been your responsibility to back us up. But things went well. The lesson to be learned here is to appreciate the times that plans work out instead of being disappointed that they didn't.”   
 
  “But, elder, how are we supposed to become great hunters if we don't get practice or take the lead on hunts?” Saami asked.   
 
  Kaahla smirked and stepped up to her. “You are already great hunters. We are known for our strength and resilience, but great barbarians will never last in this world if that is all that they rely on. You can throw yourself at a steel wall all you want and it will not break, but sometimes to get past, all you have to do is walk around it.”   
 
  Saami gave a subtle nod of her head and turned her eyes away. Meanwhile, Maali beamed with pride at not only Kaahla's accurate description of the day's lesson but also that the two youth would spend the rest of the evening mulling it over in their heads.   
 
  With their brief celebration done away with, the group got to work wrapping their fresh kill in a durable net that they had brought along. While such a beast was considerably heavy, to the strength of five barbarians it was as normal of a task as any other to drag it all the way back to their tribal land. Over the rough terrain of the Savannah, the group returned home with their kill near the time that the sun was turning the sky a brilliant pink.   
 
  Other lions joined in with hauling the gigatile to the butcher's square where a team and skilled attendees would begin taking the beast apart, leaving nothing to be wasted as every organ, bone, and armored plate would go towards tool, trade, or food. It was amid aiding the others of her community with the work of parting the gigatile out that a familiar figure to Kaahla stepped out from among the crowd.   
 
  This male lion held an air of confidence that matched his handsome features and his powerful physique. He was towering, even for a barbarian, and was well revered among his peers and the upper echelon of the tribe. Kaahla scented him out right away and turned to see her mate beaming proudly at her. She smiled back warmly and the two came together in a passionate hug and deep kiss.   
 
  Once parting, he rumbled a loving growl and nudged his face against the side of her neck. She still smelled of sun kissed musk that came with a day of hunting and teaching. But there was something else mixed in with her scent, one of a beginning heat that made the male draw in a deep breath of air so that he may taste her like a more eloquent man might do for a wine.   
 
  “The duty of a teacher suits you well, my love,” he rumbled in her ear. His paws gently stroked up and down her sides, tracing just low enough to play at the lace of her loincloth. Since it was the only thing that lion barbarians ever wore, to keep it on in public settings was only proper in concealing one's modesty. She shied away from his touch and flicked her eyes to the side.   
 
  “You think you can tempt me so easily, Braak? Someone like me requires considerably more work,” Kaahla said.   
 
  The lion set his powerful eyes on her and moved closer once again to take her up in his arms. It was a more forceful pull this time, one that had his muscular arms bulging noticeably, it showed that he wouldn't let go of her so easily this time.   
 
  “I've been your mate long enough to know exactly what you need,” he rumbled and leaned down to her neck. Before Kaahla could pull away, her mate's sharp teeth grazed her skin and a shiver rushed up her spine. A soft gasp and moan escaped her and she attempted to pull back but his hold on her was like an unbreakable cage. With nowhere to go, she was forced to melt into his embrace as her most sensitive spot was exploited.   
 
  The public display of affection had garnered the knowing gazes of several tribe members who smiled at the two. Kaahla briefly realized their setting and she wiggled enough to break the hypnotic haze that had come over her mind so that she could speak. “Perhaps we should retire to somewhere much more private?” she offered into Braak's ear. It was enough to cause him to lean his head away and gaze down at her with a smoldering gaze.   
 
  “Agreed,” he replied and let his arms fall from around her. Kaahla turned her back to him and began off towards the main collection of tents that made for the tribe's personal living space. Braak fell in behind her, his appreciating gaze not once leaving her proud form.
 
  The sky was darkening rapidly and torches were lit along the path that snaked through the area. Others were around near their own homes, talking, honing their weapons, and on occasion even wrestling. A few cubs were off to one area playing with sturdy sticks they had found, striking at each other like they were swords.   
 
  Catching that Kaahla had noticed the young ones, Braak nudged her shoulder from behind and beamed at her. The lioness turned to see his face and rolled her eyes before turning forward once again. The male's bros knit together in confusion at first but his expression was quick to morph into one of irritation. He grabbed her upper arm and abruptly halted their walk.   
 
  “We need to have a talk, Kaahla,” he growled.   
 
  “About what?” she sighed back.   
 
  “You know what. We have been officiated by the priest, we need to sire our own young,” he continued. “I don't understand your reluctance to do so. We would have the strongest lineage in the whole tribe if only you would allow yourself to conceive.”   
 
  “Has it occurred to you that I also have a say in whether or not I bare children?” Kaahla shot back from over her shoulder.   
 
  Braak set his jaw and narrowed his eyes. “Of course you do,” he said between clenched teeth. “What I don't know is, why you don't want to.”   
 
  Kaahla paused and the silence stretched between them. Sexual contact between her and her mate wasn't uncommon, they fucked nightly but lionesses were able to control whether or not their bodies accepted their suitor's seed. No one wanted to give birth to a weak line, after all, and Kaahla was no different. What she didn't want to let on was Braak, despite his clearly strong genealogy, wasn't what she was looking for. But there was no way she could tell him that. Not this night of all nights.   
 
  “Fine then. If it will shut you up, I will allow you to sire some cubs,” she said after what seemed like a full minute of deliberation. At her words, Braak released her arm and the two continued on to their tent. He wanted to ask her so many more questions, to scratch at this clearly unwanted concession. But not wanting to do away with this gift, he kept his mouth shut and decided to bother her about it once she was clearly pregnant and unable to turn back.   
 
  While nearly indistinct from any other dwelling, the two were able to pick out their home from a few insignia painted on its outside, along with the strong, marked scent of their past coitus. Kaahla entered the tent first through the open door, from which there was no covering, leaving the outside world to look in whenever it wished. It wasn't nearly as taboo as other societies, nudity and sex were common things that were as natural as the grass that they walked on.   
 
  The lioness paused a few feet inside and looked around, taking in the view of her home as if it was the last time she'd be seeing it. Little did her mate realize that it likely was. Instead, he was oblivious to her true intentions and hugged her from behind.   
 
  His paws stroked up her rippled abdomen on their way to the pair of large breasts that was the cause of so much lust for her mate. While breasts weren't usually sexualized in their society, that didn't stop him from seeing them as such. Truly an odd thing, but she didn't question it, there were plenty of strange things that she found attractive that she knew he'd be just as confused about.   
 
  His fingers traced over her nipples and eventually pinched them both between his thumbs and forefingers. A slight jolt of pleasure raced through Kaahla's body and she shivered once more. Braak's teeth found her neck again and he began to playfully nibble and lick her there. Her backside became bumped by his groin and she could feel his loincloth becoming bulged by the cock that resided beneath it.   
 
  The familiar twinge of cold thought came over the lioness's mind and she stepped forward, remembering that she had a task to complete before she could get on with her night. The male's paws fell from her breasts and his mouth from her nape. Braak blinked in confusion at first but came to understand what she was doing when he saw her drop to her knees on the bed of silky soft furs that made up their sleeping mat.   
 
  Kaahla leaned forward and hooked her thumbs into the thong at her waist and pushed her loincloth down to her knees. Her backside was toned and appealingly curved. The pert cheeks naturally splayed open as she staggered he knees a bit farther apart and then settled down on her elbows. Her hairless pussy was on full display and the strong scent of her heat was unmistakably coming from it. With an arched back, she gave a tantalizing sway of her hips that wafted some of the smell Braak's way.
 
  It was all the male could do to keep himself from immediately pouncing her right then and there, but he knew savoring a meal was just as good as eating it. He sank down to his knees behind her and pushed his own loincloth down to his ankles and kicked it away. His throbbing, rock hard cock sprung free at its full length of seven inches. It dripped with excited precum, the barbs that covered it flexed slightly in anticipation.   
 
  He grabbed her by her ass and drew her buttcheeks farther open. He craned his head down and took in another deep breath of her scent before lapping his tongue over her slit. While Kaahla wasn't nearly as wet as she could be, there was enough nectar on her cunt to give the male a taste of what he was in store for.   
 
  To Kaahla, there came hardly no pleasure at all. She preferred to keep herself turned away from him so that he couldn't see her bored expression, as he might try to prolong the activity. Even as he thought himself to be generous by continuing to lap at her pussy lips and dip his tongue into her opening, she knew that he was only stroking his own ego.   
 
  The oral treatment went on for only a minute more before Braak lifted his head and grinned down at his mate. She gave a frustrated sigh, one that he took for content. There had been the slightest edge of pleasure in those final moments but her asking him to continue on would have resulted in barely another minute of licking. As was the usual.   
 
  Entirely ignorant of his mate's lack of satisfaction, the lion took his member by the base and lined it up to her cunt. With one quick push, his girth entered her and slid all the way in. A soft huff escaped Kaahla's mouth as the barest touch of her wet insides sent a tinge of pleasure up through her body, but nothing more resulted from it.   
 
  Kaahla had been with plenty of male lions, Braak's size was one of the largest she had ever experienced, but it did little to scratch that particular itch that she had deep down inside. Even as his powerful paws gripped her by the hips and his lean form drew over her back, she yearned for something more. Not even as he began to buck against her with his shaft grinding against her sensitive insides did she utter anything more than a deeper than normal exhale.   
 
  Her unfulfilled disposition either went unnoticed by Braak or uncared. From the very beginning he thrusted into her at a hurried pace that showed more concern for himself than her. He growled loudly and closed his eyes as he put his all into the sawing motion of his hips. The smack of their bodies filled the tent and even drifted out to be heard by a few bystanders that were talking among themselves a few yards away.   
 
  Braak's claws lightly dug into his mate's skin as he began to throw his all into the swaying motions. Precum spilled into Kaahla's pussy and did well to perpetuate the facade of her being aroused. The rapid clapping grew more wet and it spurred the male on to go even faster. The muscles along Braak's arms, shoulders, and chest bulged as he drove forward and ground his pelvis against her ass.   
 
  Despite the driven effort from the male over her, Kaahla was just barely feeling the pleasure that would have normally come with such an expression of passion. She glanced around at the inside of the dwelling, once more taking in the view of what was assuredly going to be the last time she was going to be there. How appropriate, she thought bitterly to herself, that her departure was going to be marked by less than mediocre sex.   
 
  Another hard growl rumbled from within Braak as his pleasure grew to greater heights. His breathing was labored and his teeth were grit and bared. The lioness glanced over her shoulder at him. It wasn't his fault...mostly. Sure he was a selfish lover, but that didn't mean there wasn't someone that he couldn't have made happy. Just bad luck that he fell in love with her.   
 
  Kaahla clenched her pussy over his cock in an attempt to milk him and push him over the edge. It was coming up on four minutes that he had been brutally thrusting into her cunt and a mixture of precum and her own feminine fluids were spilling onto the bed furs. If it went on any longer the lioness might be in danger of enjoying herself.   
 
  Then there came the telltale grunt that Kaahla was all too familiar with. It marked the approaching orgasm for the male at minute five like clockwork. It was almost over, she thought to herself in a growling internal tone. She reached out and took a hold of some stray furs that she wasn't lying on and pulled them closer while bunching them up. Setting them under her breasts and belly, she lied down and tried to get comfortable as the end of their facade of intimacy came to an end.   
 
  The resounding snarls from Braak grew louder and longer. His cock flexed hard and his balls clung tighter to his body. The wealth of pleasure that was currently pulsing at the base of his cock grew to a crescendo and rocketed up his shaft. His roar split the air as a gush of hot cum spilled into his mate's pussy. It soaked deep inside, coating every inch of her walls and encouraging some warmth through her core.   
 
  Braak bucked his hips a couple more times to empty a few final spurts into the lioness's body before he slowly withdrew and dropped to his knees beside her. He was panting hard and wore a mask of tired content. His tongue lolled from his mouth as he gulped in deep lung fulls of air before he eventually lowered himself onto his side on the bed furs.   
 
  Kaahla watched him lie down and wore her own mask of disappointment. She leaked his seed and here he was thinking that he had done any sort of a good job with pleasing her. Oh well, it wasn't like she was going to be seeing much more of him.   
 
  The male opened his eyes a slit and beckoned his mate to be next to him. Kaahla wordlessly complied and rolled onto her side so that her back was placed against his chest. His muscular arm came over her side and he pulled her to be even closer. She could practically smell the arrogance rolling off of him, made even more foul by how undeserved it was.   
 
  Braak's nose bumped her neck again and he let out a happy sigh. Spent, tired, and blissful, he was now ready to drift off to sleep. To him, his world was without flaw and there was hardly anything that could make it better, sans a few cubs. Kaahla, on the other hand, was the complete opposite.   
 
  She gripped her fists to herself and rested her head back on a balled up fur that would fill the role of a pillow. She would allow herself one last night of this lie she had been perpetuating to him for the past two years and drift off to sleep with him. He would have this one thing, even if it was the last of her that he would ever enjoy. 

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