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King of Beasts

On my next vacation, as always, I went to the outback to visit relatives. Getting off the bus in the regional center, I went out onto the highway to catch a car to the village. The west flared up with scarlet fire, the east was covered with a blue haze - night was approaching. Cars passed by - no one was in a hurry to take a random passenger on board. I stood there for a good half hour when an impressively sized foreign car pulled up next to me. The door swung open, and a loud male voice was heard from the depths of the cabin: “Sit down!”

Throwing my backpack into the back seat, I plopped down next to the driver. I looked around. I said hello. A lion was looking at me. In the driver’s seat sat a man who looked like the king of animals: red-haired, maned, with hazel, almost yellow eyes and an imperious expression on his face. The king of beasts studied me for a minute, then thundered:

- Where are we going?
- To Tikhonovka, - I pressed myself into the seat from the lion’s roar.
n– I’m right on my way.
The car moved smoothly and began to pick up speed.
– What did the city girl forget in the wilderness of the village? – the lion asked a little more quietly.

- I have a grandfather and grandmother here. I decided to check...
– Alone? Where is my husband?

“My husband ate too many pears,” I sighed and turned to the open window.
It was quickly getting dark outside. We drove along endless plains; in front and as wide as the view could see, wheat fields spread out. The evening sky hung like a dome and the first stars lit up - large, bright, yellow, like village apples. A hot, dusty wind blew in my face; I breathed in this air of freedom and didn’t notice how I began to smile - joyfully, like a child.

- So, not married? - the king of animals clarified.
- Not married, - I answered carelessly.
- And what will you do in the village?

- Chop wood, carry water, fish, weed beds. Enjoy life,” I looked cheerfully at the driver and winked.
Probably, he somehow assessed my fun in his own way. Turning into a field, he stopped the car and asked:
– Is that all?

– What else do you need for a full vacation? – I understood what he was getting at. And I was not mistaken.
- “A man,” the lion extended his big hand-paw and, taking my palm, kissed it delicately.
- “Do you think I don’t have enough men in the city?”
– I think that in the city you don’t pay attention to them. In any case, you definitely didn’t have anyone like me,” the lion hypnotized me with his unblinking yellow gaze and continued to kiss my palm.
The insinuating kisses sent shivers down my back. It was so bewitching and exciting that I gave up on propriety and allowed myself this pleasure. Seeing a silent question in the lion’s eyes, I nodded. I allowed myself everything.

The King of Beasts came out of the salon and spread a checkered blanket on the ground. Picking me up in his arms, he carried me out of the car and carefully laid me on a fluffy cloth. Standing proudly to his full height, he began to undress, and soon a broad-shouldered, powerful, two-meter giant appeared before my eyes. The sight of a huge naked beast gave me an irresistible desire to surrender to him; I stretched sweetly and smiled. The lion shook his red mane and began to undress me - so carefully, as if he was afraid to scratch my skin with his paws. He undressed, laid him on a blanket and began to look at him. He looked at me as if he had never seen women before, as if everything was new to him, although I understood that this was not the case. His gaze made me feel feverish. Probably every woman was something extraordinary for him...

The King of Beasts didn’t let me finish thinking. He began to kiss me - slowly, sensually, hotly. Having bound my wrists with the iron grip of his strong hands, he covered my neck, shoulders, chest with kisses, and when he reached my lower abdomen, the growing desire in me exploded like a projectile. I sharply spread my legs to the sides and let out a long moan, begging him to finally take me. And he took it - swiftly, imperiously, furiously. It was inexpressibly, almost paganly beautiful: a night field, huge stars from edge to edge and a magnificent beast, frantically pounding into me, whose roar rose to the very heavens.

The Lion was right: never in I’ve never had anything like this in my life. And this meeting was only the beginning of an amazing adventure that the king of beasts gave me.

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