Date: Fri, 25 Sep 2015 17:43:27 -0700
From: Emri S. <tarzanacide@gmail.com>
Subject: Emerson and the Lion - 7

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-+{Emerson and the Lion}+-
 Part 7

The next day I woke up in Samir's arms. He'd held me the whole night. I
slept so well. Ashkan woke me up with a finger pressed to his lips. He
helped me wiggle out of Samir's arms and we went to make his breakfast. He
guided me to make an omelette with vegetables and some of the leftover
steak from last night. I sliced up fresh fruit and Ashkan showed me how to
put together a grocery list to order food and plan for meals.

I saw the bedroom door fly open and Samir ran out in a pair of red briefs
with a healthy tent in front. He looked at me and breathed a sigh of
relief. He came towards me looking upset. He grabbed his phone and typed
out, "Do not leave my bed without waking me up to let me know. Ali would
never forgive me if I lost you. Never leave my side without permission."

I nodded, feeling guilty. I didn't think. Ashkan apologized, taking
responsibility. Samir kissed my cheek and hugged me good morning. He
settled in at the kitchen bar and I put his plate in front of him. It
looked so pretty. I made smaller omelettes for me and for Ashkan and we ate
after Samir had finished. He pulled me into his lap and played on his phone
as I ate. He said he liked the breakfast, we did a good job.

We went to the gym after cleaning up. Samir put us through routines he
thought would be appropriate. He kept coming over, increasing or decreasing
my running rate as he saw fit. He was carrying around the weights as he
pumped and stretched through his routine. He had on a tight blue tank top
that showed off his physique.

Ashkan kept eyeing him with astonished looks as he lifted weights as though
Ashkan himself wasn't almost as buff. I knew what he was doing, Samir might
have too, but he blushed every time Ashkan squeezed his arm muscles or
touched his abs. Ashkan definitely knew the art of customer service.

It did, however, cause Samir to lose focus on my speed and I ended up
jumping off when he left it on super fast for too long as he walked over to
flex for Ashkan. I doubled over and coughed, gasping for air.

After we cleaned up, Ashkan took me to unpack everything Samir had brought.
He insisted on messing up all the clothes to show me how Ali prefers things
get folded or hung. He liked sharp corners, pressed, put away by color.
While we worked, I typed out what had happened the night before.

I typed to Ashkan all about Samir's wet dream, grinding into me, shooting
on me. I didn't mind it, but I worried that he was a man with endless
needs. I was Ali's to touch, but Samir couldn't help his dreams. He hadn't
tried to touch me in Ali's places. Ashkan understood. He told me not to
worry. He said he would make sure that tonight when Samir came to bed that
he would be properly satisfied and exhausted.

I hugged him. He said it would be best to not speak of this ever again. We
couldn't risk embarrassing Samir. It was something his body couldn't help.
A lion of his age needed regular hunting.

*******************

I didn't get my facechat time with Ali that afternoon. He texted me to say
he was so close and had uncovered a lot of information. We texted back and
forth. My stomach twisted up at the thought of not seeing him, even
electronically, that day. I was disappointed, but he said he needed to
finish things up and he would be with me soon.

Ashkan must have believed I'd have full session time with Ali. When I poked
my head out, there was no one in the living room or kitchen. The room was
nearly dark and I saw light coming from the guest room. I walked over and
saw the door was ajar. I pushed on it a little and saw movement. Curiosity
forced my hand to push a little more and I saw Samir.

Samir was facing away from me with his eyes closed. He had Ashkan bent over
the bed and was ramming into him from behind. Samir grabbed Ashkan's head
by the hair and roughly pulled on it. Ashkan's head popped up and his eyes
caught mine. He lifted off the bed as Samir rammed him hard. I saw Ashkan's
cock, hard and bouncing between the bed and his stomach. Like the other
men, he had something to be proud of.

He shot me an evil stare and nodded his head for me to move away. He didn't
want Samir to know I was watching. I backed away into the shadows, nearly
stepping on Kadir's paw.

This is what he meant about taking care of Samir. I felt badly for Caleb
seeing Samir with another, but also felt glad that Samir's needs would be
taken care of. He gave up a lot to come here and protect me. He deserved to
be serviced properly.

Samir kept pounding away at Ashkan. He was getting rougher with him. He
smacked him hard on the ass as he pulled him by the hair. Ashkan just kept
opening his mouth, probably making all kinds of sounds to make Samir feel
like the proud lion he was becoming.

At one point, Samir withdrew completely, waving his thick, proud cock at
Ashkan's hole before driving in at full force til he bottomed out. Ashkan's
body went stiff, but just momentarily. He was a professional. He relaxed
and started trying to ride Samir to let him know he could take more. He
turned his head back and said something with a smile. How could he enjoy
this? It must have been an act to please his master.

I wondered if this is what Ali meant about the way he had sex with Ashkan.
He said it was not like the way we did things together. It was more about
domination. He'd said Ashkan was the type that begged for it. That was
certainly true.

Ali had never taken me from behind. He said he needed to see my face, look
me in the eyes to make sure I was doing ok. Ali always told me, "You come
first, you always come first." This is part of what he meant. He always
made sure I felt good with what we did.

How could Ashkan like it so rough? Samir was riding him like an animal, he
reached down and twisted Ashkan's nipple, then he put two fingers from each
hand into the sides of Ashkan's mouth and pulled him back harshly. I didn't
like this, but I couldn't do anything to help him.

Samir pulled hard on Ashkan's hair, pulling his neck and back up painfully
as he slammed all the way inside him. I saw Samir's face screw up, just
like his brother. I knew what it meant. He pumped a few more times and
filled Ashkan with his reward. He sped up as he filled the servant. It was
brutal to shove that big of a cock inside someone without gentle care.

He unloaded all he had as he smacked Ashkan's firm ass. He was pulling hard
on Ashkan's shoulders to put as much as he could inside him. He rammed him
forcefully and then, spent, collapsed onto the bed. Ashkan started to lie
down next to him, maybe seeking a cuddle, but Samir pushed him away. He
leaned towards Ashkan and spit on his cheek.

He laid there for a minute, recovering. He gave his nuts a scratch and then
started to sit up. I backed away, but he caught me looking. He looked
suddenly furious, guilty. He jumped up and reached towards the doorway with
a sudden look of panic, but I backed away and ran to the bedroom.

I jumped to lay on the bed and started to play around with my phone like I
had been there the whole time. I realized I was fully hard and covered it
with a pillow. Kadir laid next to me and put his head down lazily. He's
always the good accomplice.

Samir came in ten minutes later wearing a pair of tight electric blue
briefs. He had a towel slung over his shoulder. He must have showered in
the guest room. He finished drying his hair and tossed the towel on the
floor knowing it would get picked up by one of his two subservients.

He slid in next to me and put an arm around me, I slid over to snuggle into
his chest. He took my phone and typed, "I need a nap, nap with me?" I
nodded and put my face against his heartbeat like I did with Ali.

He slipped my phone into the waistband of his briefs and hugged me tightly.

I snuggled into his chest and he wrapped both arms around me, rubbing my
back gently. I eyed the phone poking out of his briefs. I wanted to reach
for it, but didn't want to send a confusing signal to Samir. I need Ali to
explain all of this to me.

Samir rolled over on his side, pushing me off of him and rolling me over.
He had my back to his chest. I felt his hands push my shirt up and off. He
tossed it across the room and pulled me into him. He has an arm across my
chest and another across my tummy. He put his lips against my bare
shoulder. He nuzzled his nose into my neck like Ali does. He gave my
earlobe a lick.

I started to shiver, but Samir interpreted it as me being cold. He just
held me tighter and rubbed my chest and tummy. I felt him breathing, so
gently, on my ear.

He'd been so brutal in the other room, taken Ashkan so harshly. Yet here he
was being sweet and loving with me. I couldn't reconcile the contrasts. He
was growing from boy to man, playing both sides. His hold felt desperate,
needing to confirm he could be the warm and sweet boy I had come to know.

He started to nibble on my neck and half of me wanted to close my eyes and
pretend it was Ali. I missed him so much and the warm cave of muscles
surrounding me felt all too familiar. But it wasn't him.

I reached behind me and touched his side. Ali had said they were "obliques"
when he put me through an exercise to develop them. Samir's were perfect,
of course. I wanted to reach down for my phone. I needed to text Ali. I
knew he was busy, but I needed him.

Samir's hand reacted quickly to my touch, he put a hand over mine and
guided it down to his hip. My fingers touched the waistband of his electric
blue briefs. They were pretty skimpy and I felt his dick bulging against
the back of my shorts. The material was so soft, thin, stretchy. Ali always
put me in things like this, touchable, comforting.

This was all sending him the wrong message.

I tried to pull my hand back, but he held it firmly for a few seconds. We
froze there and then he let my hand go. Maybe he thought for a second about
what he was trying to do with his brother's cub. I pulled my hand back to
my chest. I felt him wiggle around and then I saw his hand return in front
of me holding the phone. He kept me there in his arms, holding the phone
for both of us to see.

"Why did you stop? Did I upset you, little cub?" he typed to me.

"I'm scared. I just wanted to get the phone to text Ali," I typed back.

"Scared of what? Nothing can hurt you here, little cub. I would never let
anything happen to you," Samir didn't get it.

"You hurt Ashkan," I typed.

Samir took the phone and turned on the voice+text chat so he could speak
while I read and typed.

"I did? How? Oh! You mean what we were doing? He's fine. He's happy as a
bird. I let him have some wine while working on dinner. That's just how
cubs like him like things. It's what he is in to. Trust me, he shot a
number of times with me tearing him up. It's how he expects to be taken,"
Samir assured.

"No, that's not how it's supposed to be. That's now how Ali does things," I
typed back, knowing he desperately followed Ali's footsteps.

"That is how Ali fucks YOU. You have only known that way. You are an
innocent. I saw him with Ashkan a few times, heard it from the next room.
Trust me, I was mild. Who do you think taught me how to dominate him like
that? You are for gentle love, Ashkan is not," Samir tried to explain.

"Doesn't he want someone to hold him and kiss him? You pushed him away," I
asserted.

"He wouldn't respect me if I was gentle with him. I am the master of the
house now. I am not a boy. He respects lions. He craves their attention. He
has been with many. You don't understand these things. Ali has kept you
innocent, naive. I would too if you were mine. I wouldn't let you near cubs
like Ashkan," Samir kissed my neck.

"If you were mine, you wouldn't be in this danger in the first place. Ali
is like my father, always trying to do things peacefully, the gentle
doctor. My grandfather was a warrior. He built this empire, ruled the
partnership. No one would ever cross us. My father is the one who stepped
back, let other lions step up. Business was never his path. Ali is better,
but still tries to follow father's path. And look where we are, hiding out
in Africa." Samir continued.

"Ali is keeping me safe. He loves me," I took the phone and interrupted his
speech.

"Any man would love you. Many would kill for your sweet embrace. You are
the right combination of small but strong, beautiful but silent, weak but
loyal. I would have crushed Izem before he even got a chance to get near
you. Izem is a spoiled man with a lousy mind for business. Ali shouldn't
have offered to help him and make a deal. He should have taken what he
wanted and rooted Izem out of business. That's what I would have done,"
Samir was getting angry.

I didn't understand that. "This world is so foreign to me. Nothing makes
sense here," I typed.

He sighed, kissed my neck, and put his chin on my shoulder.

"I know, little one. You are too soft for this kind of life. If you were
mine, I would keep you at home, behind the walls. You wouldn't know about
any of this. You would only know the happiness of your cage. I could come
home every day and be refreshed by you. Things should be kept simpler.  You
haven't left this hotel in many days and you are perfectly happy."

"Do you want that with Caleb? It seemed like you really liked him," I
typed.

"Caleb likes to play roles. He played the cub, but I was definitely not his
first. I do care for him, but he is too independent. He could never be
happy in my world for long. He is beautiful though. When we were together I
kept trying to fuck the pride out of him, but all I did was make him
squirt. He asked if he could fuck me too. That's when I knew he wasn't
going to change," Samir was getting hard again. I felt it poking my bottom.

"Eww!," I blushed and laughed. "That's like my brother!"

"Yes, sorry, sweet one," Samir laughed, not sorry in the least, "But then
when you guys found out the whole story, he looked at me like I was the one
that did all this. I didn't lure him over here from Los Angeles. Izem lured
you. Ali stole you. You invited Caleb. I found him on Ali's bed."

"That sums it up pretty nicely," I laughed.

"Well I had nothing to do with it. Caleb wouldn't have ever been chosen for
the program anyways. He is too... gay and loud. Most cubs are either straight
or... well not quite so loud," Samir laughed and the app wrote "ah ah ah."

"I told him all of this on the way home after we dropped you and Ali off at
the airport," Samir continued. "I told him it wasn't fair to punish me for
it. He agreed, said he needed time to think, said he was sorry for hurting
my feelings. Then he just got pissed at me all over again when I wouldn't
take him with me to Casablanca to meet up with you."

"I told him it was for his safety. I told him that if he wouldn't go home
to the safety of Los Angeles, then he should stay with Ali and my family
until things were safe. He was pretty angry when I left. He gets angry too
quickly. He uses words a good cub would not."

"He wouldn't leave me when I'm in danger," I typed.

"As I told you," he said, stroking my hair, "Any man would fight for you.
Izem will fight for you too... If Ali fails, he may win..."

****************

The next few days went a little easier with Samir and Ashkan. We got into a
routine of Samir working while Ashkan and I cleaned, cooked, worked out,
and split the duties of making him happy. Ashkan was getting regular visits
from Samir and I was always the after cuddle. I went back to working on my
Arabic reading and writing lessons. I had no idea what would happen to my
classes. I'm pretty sure I would just fail for this semester. I had missed
so much.

Kadir seemed happy here. He had the large terrace to run and play and do
his business. Samir and I spent afternoons out there with him. Samir on his
laptop, me on the tablet lessons with breaks to throw Kadir's toy or run
around with him.

Communications with Ali were few and far between. He texted me randomly,
asking how I was doing. I tried to keep it happy for him. I didn't want him
to worry. He was talking more with Samir on the phone. I was jealous for
information, but Samir didn't give much. He told me it was not mine to
worry about. I wanted to complain to Ali about it, but Samir was always
there, reading our texts. He'd keep my phone in his pocket or his underwear
when we slept.

***************

Ashkan woke me up one morning with excitement. Samir stirred and rolled on
to his back, pulling me with him. I pushed up off his chest as Ashkan was
saying something with a big smile. I looked at Samir who simply nodded,
stone-faced. Samir waved Ashkan on and he left the room. I looked up at him
expectantly, but he just shook his head.

I pulled at Samir's black briefs to free my phone. His plump cock came out
with it and he gave it a few tugs as I tried to find the voice+text chat.
He stroked it carelessly as I typed.

"What? What happens? Please tell!"

Samir rolled his eyes and clicked on the voice button, "Look how you have
woken me up." He pointed down to show he was fully hard.

"You shouldn't grab for things. A cub should ask politely," he scolded.

"Sorry, I just saw how excited he was. What is the news? Please tell me," I
whined and pawed at his chest. He let go of his cock and stuffed it back
into his briefs.

"Ali has left. He and Caleb are coming. We have a lot of time though, the
flight is long. I'm sure yours was longer," Samir said.

"I don't remember. Ali gave me a pill, I slept until we were landing," I
typed.

"We will have breakfast, do our workout, and then Ashkan will help you
prepare."

"Everything is good though? Ali worked it out? No more problems?" I had so
many questions.

"The good news is you are 100% owned by Ali Hamad. No other man has any
claims on you according to the partnership. The bad news is he only
partially destroyed Izem. He never could finish someone off. A man
recovering has a long time to think of revenge," Samir didn't look pleased.

"But for now," Samir continued, "You will lie here with me. It is not time
to leave our comfort just yet."

I nodded and snuggled into his chest thinking about what would happen when
he walked through the door. I was starting to forget his face, his arms,
his chest.

***************

Ali would be here in an hour. Ashkan had cut the hair on my head and
removed it from other parts of me as the spa had done back in Satra. He
applied a fresh henna tattoo with Ali's name because the old one was
starting to fade. He must have received instructions from Ali. He knew too
well what needed to be done.

Ashkan prepared a bath for me with strange scented oils in it. It smelled
good, but a little strong. He told me to clean everything and begin to
stretch myself to prepare for my "master."

"Your lion's cock has not been with you in a long time. It will feel twice
as big as before. He will be bigger, you will be smaller. You need to open
yourself up to prepare. He will be in a rush, not as patient this time."
Ashkan warned.

Samir stayed out in the living room, he wanted no part of the preparations.
I wondered if he would be nervous seeing Caleb.

Ashkan had showed me using two fingers and his other cupped hand what he
suggested I should do. I got into the bathtub and started to figure it out.
It took a long time, but I was able to get comfortable and relax with it. I
was hard the whole time just thinking about Ali coming to me soon. After
awhile, I had to start taking breaks to calm down. I knew I should save my
pleasure for him.

I finished up in the bath and drained the water. It still felt oily so I
rinsed the tub out and dried myself with a fresh towel. My skin felt
smooth, but a little too oily. I was slippery and shiny.

**************

I came out with a towel wrapped around me and Samir was sitting on the bed
wearing a pair of jogging pants with his underwear peeking out of the top.
He looked up at me with a half smile and then shook his head no. I looked
around but didn't see any clothes to change into.

"You stink. Why did Ashkan use those oils on you? Go and shower, clean them
off," Samir typed with a scrunched face as he came close to me.

I gave a confused look. I had done as instructed. I thought he would be
pleased.

"Those are the smells of a whore. They use them to let the customer know
they are clean and ready. It's not something you want to smell when you
come home to your love. A proper cub should smell like soap, nothing more.
Ashkan doesn't know these things," Samir typed.

I went back in and put the towel in the hamper. I opened the window above
the bath to get the scent out. I got into the shower and washed everything
with the unscented bodywash. I used the lower nozzle to spray inside me, it
didn't hurt this time.

When I came out, Ashkan had laid a pair of briefs, small yellow shorts, and
a white tank top that read, "Surfs Up California Beach!," on the bed. I
laughed at that not sure if it meant surfing the entire coast. Shirts sold
in non-English countries didn't always get things right.

I dressed and poked my head out. Ashkan came in and fixed my hair for me.
The top of my light blonde hair was growing out, such a contrast to the
closely shaved sides. He put some gel in my hair and gave the top a braided
look, pulling my bangs back and weaving the hair together tightly. It gave
me a very bohemian beach boy look.

Ashkan secured the silver crescent necklace Ali had given me behind my
neck. He adjusted my shirt and smiled from behind me in the mirror. I
turned and gave him a hug. He kissed my cheek.

***********

Ali came in as I sat with Samir on the couch with my head on his shoulder.
I jumped up when I saw the door open. He stalked into the room on a
mission. He had on black pants and  a tight black tank top. It was one of
those square cut chests that made his chest look huge.It's the kind of
shirt only foreigners or gay gym guys would wear back home. On him it
worked.

He looked tired, anxious, he'd shaved his head. It changed his face from
proper business man to hardened soldier. I jumped to my feet and started
towards him.

He scanned the room and then came for me like a missile, pulled me up into
his chest, and kissed me deeply. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my
arms around his neck. He smelled like his cologne and sweat with a dash of
stale airplane.

I peered over his shoulder and saw Caleb slink in behind him holding his
bag. He was still waking up, pushing down his messy blonde hair. He smiled
at me, set his bag down and looked around. His eyes found Samir on the
couch and a hopeful look spread across his face.

He went over and knelt in front of Samir. Caleb kept his eyes down, looking
reserved and a little scared. He bowed and Samir didn't look up from
playing on his phone. I didn't understand that, but Ali didn't waste time
in whisking me off towards the bedroom. His skin pulsed around me.

*****************

Ali carried me straight back to the main bedroom. Samir had moved his
things to the second one. He laid me on the bed and hovered over me with an
urgent smile as though searching my face for signs I missed him.

I leaned up towards him, resting on my elbows. He wrapped an arm around my
back and pulled me up the rest of the way so our lips touched. His tongue
worked its way inside me. I had brushed my teeth twice before he arrived.

His other hand hurriedly pushed up my shirt. I raised my arms and he slid
it off. He kissed down my neck, across my chest, and centered on my left
nipple. He sucked it into his lips, twisting it with his teeth. It quickly
hardened in his mouth and the right nipple followed in anticipation.

He lifted his head and smiled at me and started speaking. I had no idea
what he was saying. He'd forgotten I'm deaf. But I didn't care. His eyes
said that his words were sweet and he missed me greatly. I missed him too.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and pushed up on his shirt.

He has this sprinkled trail of hair down the center of his back that starts
midway. It's black and twisty hair that leads down to a furry, muscled ass.
I never thought I would like that, but it was him, it was mine.

I slipped my hand into the back of his pants, feeling an elastic waistband
and then just his skin. He must have had on a jockstrap. I grabbed at his
cheeks, cupping and squeezing the hard bubbles he worked hard to perfect.

It made him sink into me, grind his bulge between my legs. His hands pushed
down my shorts and briefs. He raised up to slip them off of my legs. I laid
there under him; helpless, naked and squirming like prey begging to be
eaten.

Raising up from me, he peeled off his tight tank top. He sat back on his
heels, towering over me with the chest that I craved. It held the first
heartbeat I had ever slept against. His powerful muscles, sprinkled with
fur, my lion's chest that knew how to hold me just right.

His pants came next, he tossed them on the dresser. He had on a red
jockstrap that his massive cock was testing the limits of. He pushed the
pouch to the side and his pride pounced out. It was bigger, thicker than
I'd remembered. He grabbed it and gave it a squeeze and a drop of his
precum fell to my belly button.

I looked down at it and saw my own dick was rock hard. He lowered himself,
put his on top of mine, squeezed them together in his hand.

I couldn't help but compare the size difference. Mine is proportional to my
body, but his was proportional to a god. It completely obscured my own. I
saw a little sliver of white popping out underneath his fat, dark meat as
he stroked them together.

"My baby," he mouthed as he looked down at me.

"Daddy," I said, using my voice.

He looked at me so sweetly. After all he'd done, the least I could do was
use my voice for him, call him what he liked. I was rewarded with a sweet
kiss as he stroked us together, a little more roughly than I liked.

He let go of us, and his cock flopped down over mine, continuing to remind
me who was the man. He started to kiss down my chest again, gave each
nipple another little teeth pull, and worked his way down my tummy.

His lips gave a gentle kiss to my dick, it was the first time he'd ever put
his lips there. Instead of staying though, he kept on his journey downward.
He pushed against my feet and I pulled my knees up and secured them behind
my shoulders. He came face to face with what he'd waited to take.

His tongue traced circles around my hole, wetting it. His teeth bit softly
against the skin and pulled at it. I squirmed and whimpered for him to make
me his again. His tongue dove in forcefully and I was glad Ashkan had
instructed me on stretching it to prepare for him.

He worked it in circles inside me, stretching my hole and touching every
pleasure sensor he could find. I shook and twisted uncontrollably.

"ah, Ah, AHH!" I whined as he dug into me, wanting to bring me pleasure,
but needing to get inside me with more than just his tongue.

Ali put two fingers in my mouth and I sucked them knowing where they were
headed next. He put his thumb to my chin and with the two fingers in my
mouth, he tilted my head in circles playfully. He withdrew his tongue and
raised up, smiling at me, checking on my reactions.

His fingers slid inside me one at a time. I felt a mix of pain from being
stuffed to deep pleasure as he was quite expert at massaging inside me. He
hit every little spot that makes my body jolt and my cock jump. He slid
them slowly as far as they would go and then started to move them and
stretch me.

When he was sure I was open enough, he started to slide them in and out of
my hole. Each time he slid over a ridge, my cock bounced and pulsed.

"AHHH UHHH UH HUH!" I was mumbling, maybe shouting, my body lost control.
He leaned down and kissed me. His tongue wrestled mine into submission. I
slid my arms around his neck as he fingerfucked me deep and hard. He sped
up and within a minute, my cock started to explode all over his stomach and
chest.

"AH HuH Hmm Yaz!" I lost control, bucking under him as I shot. He leaned
back and my cock launched a hit that landed right on his chin. It was
thick, built up for days without release. It dripped down his chin and back
onto my chest. He laughed, but kept ramming his fingers inside me.

I laid there spent as he slipped his free arm behind my back. He lifted me
up off the bed to kiss him. I licked my cum off his chin. It didn't belong
there.

He let his fingers slide out of me and used both hands to lift me up into
his chest. He sat back down on the edge of the bed and put me in his lap.

I put my feet on the bed  on either side of his lap as he held me by my
bottom. I had my arms around his neck and he slowly lowered me onto his
cock as my own went quiet, the last bit of juice dribbling out and onto his
belly button.

He held me firmly by the ass and positioned me over his cock. He slowly
lowered me down on it and I felt the fat, mushroom head poke against my
hole. I tried to open up for him, but it was still so tight and he was
still so huge.

He got face to face with me and mouthed, "calm, relax." He blew gently on
my nose and gave it a quick lick. He smiled at me, mouthed, "ok, ok, ok."
He leaned in and kissed me and I felt the tip pop in to me. It felt like
fire, but I breathed deeply. He held me there and let me get used to it
before probing it deeper inside me.

He took his time, working in an inch a minute. It felt like forever, but I
started to get used to it and my cock was thumping hard. He finally got me
halfway down which felt way too far.

I buried my face into his shoulder and he used one hand to rub my back as
he kept pushing into me. I felt his breath on my ear, blowing to calm me.

And then he started to lift me up, just an inch or so. It felt weird
sliding out of me. He stopped and then lowered me again. He did this about
ten times slowly before he started to speed up.

He didn't go all the way in to me. I don't think I could have taken it
anyways. He started to raise me up and then lower me. At some points he
just let me drop and then caught me as I slid down with gravity. He was so
careful. lifting my face off his chest to look at me, check me.

I was mumbling nonsense into his chest, lost in the thousand points of
pleasure his cock found inside me.

I felt my cock build up again as he worked up a healthy rhythm and began to
slam into me deeper. I wanted it so bad. My cock pulsed against his
stomach. It bumped along the ridges of his furry abs. I was leaking,
leaving long silk strands of precum. They painted a spiderweb on him as he
started to speed up more.

His sweaty chest rubbed against me, leaving his mark all over my face,
shoulders, chest. I looked up into his eyes, so full of lust, concern,
longing. He smiled at me, giving pained eyes to show he was enjoying the
sensations inside me.

A few more thrusts and I felt the cum rising inside me. I let go of another
stream of juice over our chests. He leaned in to kiss me as I shot and my
hole clenched around his cock. I felt him shove into me a little too far
and a pain shot through me. He sped up and I felt his cock jump around in
me, then warm juice filling me.

He leaned in and bit on my neck, held me tight as he filled me up. It
started to leak out around his cock as he tried to bury it deep. I felt
squishy and filled.

A few more deep thrusts and he stopped, held me there, and let a gush of
warm breath flow out across my neck. He leaned back against the bed and
balances me on his chest.

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We laid there together and I felt his breathing calm. He was still buried
inside my squishy, filled hole. He stroked my back and kissed the top of my
head as we nodded off.

He woke me up some time later. He made the sign for food. I knew he must be
starving, but I also knew I couldn't go another minute without spilling
everything. I sat up, straddling his stomach with my knees.

I reached for the tablet and started to type as he looked up at me with
confusion.

"I need to tell you some things that happened," I typed.

Ali took a breath but nodded. He pulled me down into his side and slid an
arm around me. He motioned for me to go ahead.

I told him everything. Every way Samir had touched me, seeing him with
Ashkan, everything. It was a lot to type.

I finished with, "Are you angry with me?"

I looked up to see him laughing. I flashed angry eyes at him.

"You really have no ability to lie to me! Do you? It's just not something
you're built for! That's why I laughed. It's your innocence. I was betting
you would spill it all before I got a chance to pleasure you. I love that
about you. You hold no secrets from me. I knew what happened. Ashkan is
most loyal to me. He cannot hide things from me either. He gave me daily
updates. It's why I put you here," Ali said.

"You're not mad?" I asked.

"At you, of course not. My brother left to come protect you. He had been
denied hunting for a few days. I knew I should have sent him for pleasure.
He did what he knew he could do without defiling my cub. He is a good boy.
He always has good intentions. I hope he didn't offend you," he said.

I shook my head no. "We are good," I typed. "But he did tell me that you
give me too many choices. He said if I were his he would keep me at home
and my only focus would be to take care of him. I don't think I would like
that very much."

"Well," Ali started with a raised eyebrow, "He is right about the choices.
I didn't want to mess up your classes this semester, but for the next
round, I'm going to cut back on your time there. I don't want you to not
go. It is important to develop your mind. I like a smart cub who can have a
conversation about more than shoes and sex. But after all that has
happened, I really hate to send you out in the world unescorted. You're
safest in my home. I don't worry about you there."

"As for Ashkan," Ali continued, "That is something I hoped you would never
see. I'm sure it confused you. You are an innocent, simple cub. You will
learn that some men prefer things rougher, more primal. It is how they
express or receive love. With us it is different. You are more than my cub,
you're my baby to protect. You have deeper needs that require love. You are
weaker, softer. You need me. I love that about you."

"Samir explained it to me. It just makes me sad," I typed.

"You cannot judge the preferences of others. There are people who would be
sad to know you enjoy me inside you. correct? Does that mean I should keep
out of my baby's hole?" Ali always knew what to say.

"That's true. I feel so complete when you're inside me. So why did Caleb
kneel in front of Samir when he came in? Why didn't he hug me?" I asked.

"I told him he could have time with you after I was finished. He needed to
see you safe. I needed to see you naked. As for his relationship with
Samir. Caleb was in our home while Samir was here with you. Just as you did
not leave this hotel, Caleb didn't leave our home. He got to know my
family, and he liked us. We can be quite convincing and loveable," Ali
leaned into me with pouty lips, wanting a kiss.

He took me off to the bath and cleaned me. I fell asleep on his chest in
the warm water. I didn't have to worry about dressing for bed, doing things
alone, or worrying what Samir would do when he came to bed. My lion was
there. Everything else fell away.

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chapter.