“We survived fine without humans or dinosaur help.” A lioness hissed as she addressed Cyrus. She was flanked on either side by a tribe mate and her queen, Elo. The lion tribe was similar to the human tribe in many ways. They were mostly female and each member was a capable hunter. While the humans had to develop and use the bow to aid them in their hunts the lions had claws and fangs to rely on. Their bodies, while thin, had toned muscle. While the dragon came in peace he knew the tribes were all weary of outsiders. They would only come to try and muscle them out of resources or territory. While the gods strictly forbade killing, fighting and the breaking of bones was allowed.
“This reeks of ambush. Lower our guard and then strike!” The second lioness growled, her lips curling back to reveal her pointed teeth. The queen placed a hand on her shoulder. To not show defiance she ceased her growls and quieted herself.
“Peace, sister. Let not feelings get in the way.” The queen turned her gaze to the dragon. While she was older than her tribe mates he felt a stronger sense of danger from her. Doubtless she earned her royal position. Her body was bare of any clothing with only her tan colored fur covering her. Cyrus noted that the shade matched much of the landscape and would make her near impossible to see if she hid. “We have been quick to anger, as we-'' She cut herself off, clearly having said too much.
“I wish for togetherness.” Cyrus spoke, pressing his hands together to try to visualize what he wanted. Such terms as confederation and unity were a long way off from having such lovely words to portray them, so the prehistoric dragon did his best. “No longer many tribes. All one tribe. Helping each other.”
“My sister has a point. Why do lions need help?”
The dragon was happy, as she was not outright denying the proposal like her sisters. “Not need help, want it. If we work together and help, we give each other what we want. Stronger together, no longer sleep hungry if a hunt fails. Protect each other. Make one great tribe.”
“There wisdom to your words. But pointless. Nothing change without king's word. King’s word is law. And he won't change.” She attempted to keep a steady voice but her sadness was evident.
She stood silent, thinking. “The king, my beloved, has grown lazy. He no longer hunts. No longer fights. His fire is gone. Now spends all day at the great rock and rests. But he is still strong, none of my sisters could best him to challenge his leadership. I could beat him, but it no feel right. If you challenged him and won you'd be the leader. Could make your great tribe.”
While he was hoping for a more peaceful route he would never turn down a challenge. He accepted and the group made their way through the savannah. Cyrus was amazed by the landscape and its natural beauty. This stoked his desire to see the homelands of the other tribes. He was brought back to the here and now by a familiar musky scent. His eyes were brought back to see some more natural beauty as he gazed upon the walking rumps of the lionesses. He also noted the clean glistening moisture of their loins.
“You're all very aroused. If you like we could-”
“Silence, outsider!” One spat, turning to sneer at him.
The queen once more calmed her. “Forgive my sister. It's the time of the year, and we have yet to find satisfaction.”
Cyrus opened his maw to offer once more, but the frustrated gaze of the queen forced him to clamp his mouth shut.
“No sex without the king’s approval.”
Cyrus found newfound motivation to best the king of the lions.
Arriving at the Great Rock Cyrus took in the sights of the lion village. While he was escorted through the small village Cyrus did not notice a single male, only females. They did not paint their bodies like the human tribe, as any more colors would ruin their natural camouflage. Looking at the lionesses in groups he could appreciate how dangerous each one looked. Even through the fur he could see powerful toned muscles. Many bared their fangs and claws at him and had it not been for a stern look from the queen would the dragon have been pounced. The dragon was proud of his tough scales, but he didn't want to put them to the test against a whole pack. The group grew nearer to the Great Rock, aptly named as it the tan colored stone judded upward like the tusk of a great beast. The dragon had seen boars with teeth similar in nature to it, and couldn't help but picture it once belonging to a monstrous beast. Even with the dragon’s great height he felt small as he had to crane his neck upward to see the tip. He squinted as the edge eclipsed the sun itself.
Nearing the base of the rock the dragon was grateful for the shadow it cast as it helped to relieve him of some of the dry heat. He saw the first male in a while, a large lion lounging on his back. What first caught his eye was the large bushy main that created the lion’s head.
“King, Cyrus of the humans and dinosaurs has a request.” The queen stated dryly. There was a tone of barely hidden anger in her tone that even Cyrus felt a shiver from.
Any venom went over the King’s head as the smaller lion finished lowering a long purple plant into the King’s mouth. Judging by the purple coloring around his lips he had been enjoying this snack for some time. Deliberately he chewed and finished his snack before even caring to open his eyes to look upon the visitor. He raised himself up to a sitting position and met the dragon’s gaze easily.
“Have heard of you. Beat that big rex, tamed the humans.” The king was unimpressed, motioning to the smaller male next to him to pass another fruit.
Cryus looked at the other male closer. He did not have mane yet. His body was very slim and had a very feminine build, a lot like the feminine males of the human tribe. Had it not been for the rather small manhood between his legs Cyrus may have mistaken him for a lioness.
Cyrus attempted to ignore the concept shown by the lion. “I want to bring all tribes together. All working together.”
With a mouth full of fruit the king spoke, not caring for any dribble coming out. “I heard. Do not care. You may leave now. Why bother, everything fine as is.”
The queen let out a low growl and opened her mouth. Just as quickly she shut it, letting any protest die on the lips. Cyrus felt an anger grow in him, seeing how complacent the king was.
“I challenge you for rule of the tribe.”
The son looked surprised, and wanted to say something in defense of his father, but was silenced as the king used him to push himself upward to his full height. Once a challenge had been issued there was no denying it and the two must do battle for dominance. Cyrus saw that while the King had let himself grow softer he was still an imposing figure. He was shorter than the dragon, with less mass overall but this did not make him less imposing of an opponent. His body had some fat and somewhat of a gut, but the dragon could tell that powerful muscles lay beneath. Without warning the king let out a thunderous roar that was as loud and strong as thunder. Cyrus felt the roar hit him like a punch from a fellow dragon. All the tribe turned and gave their full attention to the spectacle. Gritting his teeth the dragon breathed in deep and let out his own roar. While nowhere near as deep or strong it showed his defiance
The King smirked. “Not bad. Most would have run by now.”
He gave his son a smack on his rump. “Gather the tribe to the fighting circle. Let them see why I am king.”
The tribe did not have much in the way of dwellings or markings. The lions favored a much more naturalistic style of living. As such the fighting circle was merely a well worn patch of dirt, its grounds stained with blood from many fights. Cyrus could see many disagreements were settled here.
Quickly the circle was surrounded by all the tribe members, each one loudly cheering for the show to come. There were about thirty females in total, each one bearing some scarring or marks of a hard fought life. Cyrus wished to help ease the burden of all of them, be it trade for the humans weapons to make hunts more easy or extra food from a dinosaur tribe’s kill.
The King strode to the ring at a leisurely pace, his son never leaving his side or his grasp. The son very much seemed to enjoy his fathers attention, giving the dragon a tinge in his loins. There was one other male who accompanied the king, but he was not as large at his ruler. For a moment the dragon wondered how the three of them managed to keep all the women satisfied.
“No shame in submitting now. Surrender or suffer.” The king growled.
“Roar no scare me. Words will not.” Cyrus stood at his full height, not backing down.
When both combatants entered the ring the cheering died down, wrapped attention being drawn to the two males. Every set of eyes was upon then. The silence was broken when the king dashed forward, briefly lowering on all fours to propel himself at a blinding speed. In a fearsome pounce he threw his shoulder into the dragon's midsection. Despite all the momentum Cyrus was merely forced back a few inches, his heels digging into the ground. The King was surprised, expecting to have knocked down the dragon easily. With a smirk the dragon raised both fists up and smashed them onto the lion’s back like hammers. He fell to the ground, face in the dirt. The chalky taste entered his mouth. He spat it out.
Cyrus backed off, letting the lion rise to his feet. Every lioness stood silent. It had been a long time since the king did battle, and even longer since he had been knocked down.
“How long has it been since you did battle? Hunted? Or too busy resting at the rock?” Cyrus sneered. Normally he would hold no ill will towards someone but the idea of a ruler doing nothing while his people struggled filled him with disgust. The dragon knew he had to either knock some sense into the lion or make sure he wouldn't rule again.
“Quiet!” The king roared as he got to his feet.
The two fought more, but it was clear the king was out of practice. Despite his swiping and biting he was not able to land any clean hits on the dragon. Cyrus deliberately drew out the battle, wishing to see the King’s mettle. He saw there was a warrior deep within, and with every swipe it was clawing its way out. He was getting more keen, more swift with each attack. It had been too long since he had needed his strength.
In one powerful lunge the lion swiped his claws across Cyrus chest, leaving four cuts across his softer yellow scales. Breathing deep the lion smiled.
Cyrus smiled back. “Now we fight!”
The dragon reached forward, gripping the King by the scruff of his neck and hoisting him above his head. He squirmed but could not free himself. Cryus stepped forward and threw him with all his strength. Once more the king tasted the dirt as he hit the ground and rolled. The lion tribe scattered to avoid their monarch. He looked up and saw into the eyes of his son and queen, and he saw something he had not seen in some time; adoration. He remembered all at once the drive that led him to wanting to rule. He remembers teaching his son how to battle, and remembers striking down a rampaging beast to save his queen. The eyes he saw those days are the same he saw now.
Despite his pain he stood up, turning to face the dragon. He smiled as he met his gaze. “I have been asleep. You woke up the king.”
He crouched down, once more getting on all fours. Cyrus readied for his charge. The king dashed forward again, but instead of using pure power he stopped his headlong charge and sidestepped the last moment. This took Cyrus by surprise as he pounced from the side. This time the dragon was brought down, the lion mounting atop him. The two struggled like that, exchanging blows with each other as they rolled in the dirt. Both were breathing heavily as they struggled.
Cyrus was clearly stronger than the king, despite his newfound resolve the time away from action had taken their toll. While their bodies pressed against each other a primal thrill arose in the two males, and blood began to flow to their manhoods. The two regained their footing and charged each other. Both grabbed at each other's hands, pushing each other back in a test of strength. Their chests were against each other, feeling one another hot breath. Likewise their manhoods were at full mast and pressed against each other, throbbing erections massaging each other. Cyrus was overpowering the king, pushing him so the king had to arch his back and struggled to stay upright. Cyrus leaned his maw closer to the King’s ear with a snide grin.
“Feels like I am bigger than you in every way.”
With a growl the King launched his leg upward between the dragon’s. His shin collided harshly with the twin dragon balls and sent a sharp pain that radiated up to Cyrus’ stomach. He lost his strength and the lion capitalized on this, twisting and tossing the dragon to the ground.
While the battle was still raging he felt a sense of pride, beating an oppenting in even this small victory. This was a feeling he used to live for. Cyrus cupped at his aching loins for a moment, trying to cradle away the pain. He forced his hands away from his manhood and pushed himself upward. He wrapped his arms around the body of the lion and hoisted him off his feet. The dragon squeezed the King in a powerful bearhug.
The king screamed as his body was compressed. He dug his claws at the back of the dragon, but unlike the softer yellow scales the thick black hide was too much for the lion to penetrate. Cyrus felt the lion’s still hard member on his belly and had a wicked idea for a sense of revenge.
The dragon bucked his hips backwards and then upwards, flinging his erect dragonhood into the testicles of the lion. The lion howled as his balls were struck by the rock hard penis, the barbs stinging especially. Cyrus had much practice in thrusting his hips and continued this, each bounce of his cock smacking the lion’s pride. With one final hard thrust he pressed his balls up to his pelvis. The lion’s scream of pain was weaker now.
The dragon let go, letting the lion fall to his knees. Cyrus noticed his still hard penis was at the perfect height of the lion’s face. Using his club once more he twisted his hips and smacked the lion across the face, knocking him to the ground.
With a mighty roar he claimed the domain of the lion tribe.
Cyrus lay at the base of the Great Rock watching the setting sun. At his side the son of the King fed him purple fruit, which had a strong but pleasant taste. The dragon had to admit that he could see how one could lose himself to this, but there were still many more tribes to visit. Elo apprached, with the King in tow. While he was sore he still carried himself with pride. He was joined by the third male.
“Great Rock suits you well.” Elo started with a smile.
The King approached, looking down at Cyrus.
“How you feel, King?”
“Not king. Just Gid now.” The once king stated. When he finished he flopped over onto his back, gently pawing at the air while maintaining eye contact with Cyrus.
The dragon was stunned into silence, not sure what was happening.
“A show of submission.” Elo explained, happy to see her mate accepting his new role.
“Thanks?” Said Cyrus, still dumbfounded. He raised himself to his full height. “Chief of lion tribe is good, but not for me. Queen would be better. Once thing first.”
Cyrus gave the son a slap on his rump, much like his father.
“Now am ready to give up rule.”
“But king has to loose in duel. Is law.” The son piped in, rubbing his sore behind.
“King’s word is law? My word is I make Elo Queen.”
The son thought about this and couldn't find any fault in this logic.
“First order as queen is to join your great tribe. Hope to see many new brothers and sisters.”
Cyrus beamed with pride, but noticed all the males looking nervous as the sun set over the horizon. As the sun hid every female of the tribe converged on the Great Rock. Elo nuzzled up to Cyrus.
“You are wounded. Let me.” She began to lick up at his chest where Gib scratched at him. Cyrus knew licking one's wounds helps healing, but she seemed to have an ulterior motive.
Gib sprang to his feet, looking at all the females, his ears flat against his head. “Dragon, you need to leave!”
“Why, what happening?” Cyrus said, confused but already getting aroused by the lioness’ caress.
The son ran to his father’s side. “The women. This time of year they are wild. At night they are mad!”
The dragon was worried that the lionesses would enter a feeding frenzy, but a familiar musky scent all around him told him they were going into a different frenzy. His maw curled into a wide grin. “No run from a challenge!”
The mating frenzy had been going on for a few hours. While the males put up a valiant effort, it was clear they were going on their last legs. The son lay on his back while a particularly passionate lioness bounced on his pelvis. Cyrus was in his element, gripping the hips of Elo and thrusting into her.
“Those barbs! This size!” Her tongue hung outside her mouth as passion took her.
Gib and the other male were gasping for breath as the final spurts of cum left them and they collapsed to the ground exhausted. “How you keep going?” He asked as he lay on the ground.
Cyrus flexed his arm with a wide smile. “Dragon pride!”
Gib let out a sharp yipe of pain as a new female nibbled at his balls. “Hard again! Need more!”
“Maybe we cuddle?” He asked, desperate to catch his breath.
The sun began to rise, but Cyrus kept up his pace. He had a new female held in his arms, her legs locked and forced above her head. He used a similar motion to when he slammed his penis into the former king’s balls, only this time it was to thrust inside of a female. Said former king was holding a concave rock full of water to the dragon’s maw and letting him drink. The lions had long since lost all their energy for sex and they had shifted all of their focus to helping Cyrus satisfy all their women. They all looked at him like a savior.
Cyrus was dripping in sweat and the water was greatly appreciated. “Hungry. Get food.”
The three males scrambled to meet his demand, scrounging up any fruit or meats they could get their claws on. With a final thrust the dragon’s testicles clenched as he shot a load into the lioness he held. She threw her head back and she felt herself get filled up like never before. He let her down, and she gushed with his and her excess passion.
The son ran to Cyrus, a chunk of meat in hand. The dragon bit in and swallowed it in one gulp. He reached over and grabbed a handful of his behind.
“Wait! Am male!”
“No care.” Cyrus stated as he pulled him in close, pressing his soft furred body against his harsh scales. He brought his maw to the small lion’s mouth and the two kissed. The dragon’s tongue entered the lion’s mouth and explored every inch, licking at his teeth and gums. When Cyrus pulled away the son’s face was bright red and he was beyond flustered.
Several lionesses swarmed the dragon, the display stirring their desires again.
“Me, do me!”
“You had Gib! Me had nothing!” Another hissed.
“You all get Cyrus. Me no stop until everyone satisfied.” His conviction clear in his voice.
Despite his exhaustion the son felt aroused again, wishing to be taken by Cyrus like he would take a female.’
With the son setting on a new day Cyrus was in a heap of sweaty and satisfied lions and lionesses. Every muscle in his body ached worse then he had ever felt but he couldn't keep the smile from his face. Looking around he saw all the lionesses lounging and resting all with his cum dripping from their lions. Gib did his best to crawl to Cyrus.
“Come next year and save us again?”
“Wouldn't miss it.”
The son pawed at the dragon’s shoulder, his eyes wide and ears pressed against his head.
“Maybe you take me as mate too?”
Despite his aches, Cyrus felt a stirring in his loins.
“Now.” He stated.
“Now?” the son asked, surprised he could keep going.
Cyrus wasted no more words and grabbed the young lion to bring him close. The dragon knew he wouldn't miss next year for the world
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