DrAlta:Lions

Lion Socio

lionesses have all power. show king have all power to everyone but pride even other lions. Male has to go threw mating ritual with 2+. mate in public for all members of the pride that want to watch. All pride members allowed to watch the king mate. lionesses choose queen by vote. Queen the only one that can kick females out. Lionesses my leave the pride and may take their cubs with them. Kings are the property of the pride and can't leave. Lionesses take grate pride in their king as he is their symbol, suppose to be strong and good at mating. Females outside the pride may pay the pride to mate with their king so that the female can have a cub by him. The king tries to fuck the female unconscious with is good for the prides honor. Lionesses mate with king constantly to train him to mate better and build up his stamina. lions are considered adults when they can live on their own, Can have sex but females must earn the right to mate(have his penis in her sex) with the king.

Lion Socio Classes

2 Malkia(Queen)-The oldest lioness.

1 Mshauri(Council)-Older Normal lioness.

0 Mwali(adolescents)-Young Normal lioness.

-1 Mzee(King)-The male lion. Has little say in what the pride does, only to do with his role. Role is to protect the pride and mate with them.

-2 Mtoto(Cubs)-All males other than the Mzee and the lionesses not old enough to mate. don't have any say in what the pride does

-3 Serfs-Have to do what anyone above the cubs tell them. still have rights, like an indentured servant.

-4 livestok

Lion Kinship

wikipedia:Kinship_terminology#Abbreviations_for_genealogical_relationships

Father: is their king usually F

Mother: their M or any of the M female SL |MZ

Brother: Any male matrilineal relative besides the King.

Sister: Any female SL or D of M's SL's D | Z,MZD

other terms

Kulowekwa: To have one's muzzle is covered in the juices of a female's orgasms.

Mganga: Shaman. A Magic User of the tradition lion ways.

Wachawi: The chief Mganga of the Pride that is a conduit linking the member of the Pride to The Heart of The Lions. The chief Mganga. Wachawi can be told apart be the necklace that connects them to the Heart.

Waziri: The Malkia's chief assistance, expected to be journeyman level is at least one other magic tradition. Oversees the routine affairs of the Pride and takes charge when the Malkia is out of actin.

Zilizopotea: Lions that don't belong to and Pride.

Rituals

Baraka(Male staying with the tribe)

Any time a Mtotoul(Male Mtoto) ejaculates, outside a Petitioning the Heart Ritual, he has to ether have to get the Mzee to cum in him(Mouth or Anus, The Mzee ejaculating on the Mtotoul doesn't count the Mzee's glens has to be completely inside the Mtotoul), become the New Mzee(usually by the current Mzee getting the Barake of the Mtotoul.), or leave the Pride.

For the Mtotoul's thorarche (First ejaculation) he has to leave before the 7th sunset after the first sun raise after his thorarche with a Barake.

After the 7 days following thorarche he has until the first sunset after the first sun raise after the ejaculation.

Mzee Coronation Ceremony

When the Pride goes into estrus after they get a ne Mzee the Lioness hold a Ritual where the Young lioness are acknowledged as adults.

The Mzee to be goes away from the Pride and makes a fire so the Pride can find him.

"We walk the plains, seeking our new mate," The Malkia says in stilted, obviously formal language. "The night is dark, alive with the sounds and smells of prey. Just when we believe that we will never find our lost one, the scent of a male touches us. We investigate, and find a handsome young male, camped alone with a fire, in the manner of the Zilizopotea(lost ones), sleeping, woefully alone, without the warmth of females to keep him safe. We admire the male, for it has been long and long since a male has given us the pleasures of his touch."

She paused, touching the imaginary barrier then the firelight turns to darkness, then continues.

"But alas, even as desire for this handsome male sweeps over us, my sisters and I are saddened to feel a wall of solid air around him, like the spells made by the rattle-shaking hairless dark ones. We wonder if he is a prisoner, this handsome young male, and whether we should rescue him, like the pride-females in ancient songs of valor. We wonder if he fears us, or if he fears the dark, and uses the spells of hairless savages to protect himself. Further, we wonder why he does not speak to us, why he does not approach us, or even show interest in our young, ripe bodies, our eager loins and our soft flesh."

The elder female bares fangs, and licks her lips with a pink, bristly tongue.

"My words bring a reply that is not words," she continues. "My sisters see the male, his member growing ready for love, and they, too, grow excited."

"Perhaps my sisters will show the male what it is like to pleasure them," she went on, looking back at the remaining five females, who now huddled together in a close bunch, hands stroking each other. "Their desire grows with each passing moment, and if the handsome male will not relent, they will have to find their delectation in each other." Two of the other females began earnestly licking each other's face and shoulders, and in a moment all five had taken up the activity.

The five remaining females slowly dissolved into a maelstrom of probing hands, breasts, bellies, tails and huge, pink bristle-studded tongues. The Waziri slips between the tawny thighs of the Wachawi, grooming the golden pelt of her stomach with her tongue, moving lower and lower until the moist pinkness makes contact with the other's wet cunt-flesh.

A third lion, a Mtoto, begins to play with the Wachawi from behind, sliding fingers inside hys elder, an act which is met with approval, that can be judged by the unrestrained howls and tail-lashings which followed.

The other adult lionesses lay in a close embraces, licking between each other's muscular thighs.

"The male approves of the pleasure my sisters give each other?" the Malkia askes, looking with what could only be a smile from the Zilizopoteaul to the writhing bodies nearby. "Is this sufficient to arouse the handsome male to action? Is it sufficient to persuade him to share the long stiffness between his legs with an elder female and her sisters?"

"Oh, is there more we can offer the male?" she askes again, her voice still full of confidence that I would eventually relent. "Can we lick his body? Can we offer the softness of our breasts up to his caresses? Can we take that fine, thick organ in our mouths and suckle at it? Would this be sufficient for him to join us, to slip his great member inside our bodies?"

The Zilizopoteaul moves outside the protection of the Firelight and into the center of the pride.

The Malkia's face brakes out in a grin of triumph as the Zilizopoteaul moves past her. "Ah, the male joins my sisters, at last. What would he like, we wonder? Of all the pleasures we describe, which would he most desire first?"

The uninitiated lioness leave off their frenetic licking and crouch in front of the Zilizopoteaul, staring intently.

"Take him, sisters," Malkia urges, standing behind him, placing strong hands on his shoulders. "Take his firm member in your mouths. Show him the pleasure you show each other."

The young females comply, kneeling in front of him subserviently. The first takes his cock in her hands and began to stroke it, while the second runs a raspy tongue up and down its length. The rest fondle his sac and thighs and buttocks.

After the second has commenced licking, leaving his cock slick and shiny; She then envelopes him with her mouth, sliding the long, dark organ inside her, gently flicking her tongue along its length. She takes his entire member, scarcely hesitating when it slid past the back of her mouth and into her throat. When she finally lets it slide out again, the first female grabs it with a petulant expression, and began to suck it herself.

"Now, now, sisters," cautions the Malkia, who still stands behind the Zilizopoteaul, observing and, apparently, overseeing the others' activities, "the male has graced us with his presence, and deigned to share his bounty with us. Though it may be difficult, you must share him gracefully." The irony in her tone is unmistakable, but the two youngsters didn't seem to notice.

The pace of the licking and sucking increases.

"Ah, the male feels the tongues of the young females," The Malkia continues. "He feels heat build inside him, and will soon share his seed with my sisters. Who will receive it of the two, we wonder?"

By this time the other females have broken off from their orgiastic pursuits, and are watching from nearby, mouths open, tongues protruding, panting, great streams of saliva trailing from their black lips.

The first female suckles him with sincere enthusiasm, her eyes occasionally looking up at him, or at the elder female behind him.

"Give your sister a chance, now," The Malkia suggests, and the second female presses her muzzle to the base of his cock then nuzzles, pushing the first further and further off his length until the second can take him in her mouth, running her raspy tongue up and down his shaft, swallowing the massive member entirely. The first move out a place and start to fondle his buttocks as a third take of the role of manhandling the Zilizopoteaul's erection as the second sucks him.

The lioness continues to suck until she fears she might cause him to orgasm, which is happens she is taken be surprise and gasps and pulls away, leaving his erection throbbing in the air as it covers her face with his seed. She then backs away a meter and kneels, one hand on his thigh and the other caressing her breast self-sootheingly is the shame and embarrassment of what she has done. She leave the cum of her face.

When she thinks she is in danger she pulls back until her lips wrap around the base of his glens then quickly retakes his entire length again. This signals the next lioness to presses her muzzle to the Zilizopoteaul's crotch and first the Second lioness from his like she did then the forth lioness takes the role of manhandler and the third fondles his buttocks as the first is now free to fondle any part of him. This repeats until all the new Lioness have sucks him.

When the final lioness fears making him ejaculate, she pulls back until her lips wrap around the base of his glens then quickly takes his entire length back, but once he has taken his entire length inside her mouth she just as quickly pulls back again, free his member.

Then the new lionesses all, except the ones that made his ejaculate, start stroking his cock with their long-fingered hands.

"They have learned to share," the Malkia said from behind him. "Perhaps the male will reward them both equally."

The Lionesses continue to stroke until he ejaculates onto all of their hands.

The Malkia lays the Male on his back then continues to watch and provide commentary. Now that the new lionesses have been initiated the Lionesses go back to pleasuring them each other as they wait their turn. No lioness lick anew Mwali until after she has her kulowekwa(her muzzle is covered in the juices of another lioness's orgasm).

As the lion set to their work without speaking, but with a fine chorus of howls, snarls, purrs, and other animal noises. The youngest squats astride him, purposefully rubbing his now-fully distended cock between her thighs, against her clit. Then a second youngest lioness crouches above his face, spreading her cunt-lips for his inspection. He follows his instincts and begins to lick, his huge pink tongue scraping at the moist flesh. He watches as her recessed button of flesh grow to prominence, and she whines urgently in response.

Eagerly, he grabs her buttocks, pulling her down against his mouth, and licks as hard and with as much saliva as he could muster. This was all too much for the first female, for she drops down, plunging his cock inside her, then raise up and lungs downward once more.

The two Riders of The Zilizopoteaul lick and bite at the distended pink nipples of the other New initiates that have gotten their kulowekwa, who squeezes their twin mounds between their own hands, and luxuriating in the tongue-laving she receives.

This continues until first lion-woman goes rigid, and her cries soaring to a trailing shriek and beyond, she's reached her peak and was now plunging over into oblivion as she writhes and howls.

At length, the first female slides off him, to lie in a warm heap near his feet. At that signal, the next lioness gives up on getting her nipples tormented and takes her place astride him.

The Rider of The Face takes the place of the Rider of his Cock and the first one that received her kulowekwa becoming the new rider of the face when he his done filling her with his seed; and it continues with the Rider of the Face taking the place of the Rifer of his Cock and the lioness with the most kulowekwa seniority taking the place of the Rider of The Face.

Some time after the last new Mwali is done The commentary from the Malkia goes silent. After the New Mwali are done then other lioness each take their turn. They don't need to take a turn at being the Rider of the Face; which ever lioness feels like giving up her current pleasures of her fellow lionesses just becomes the new Rider of his Cock.

The Malkia lays in the grass not far away, knees raised and spread apart, fingers busy between them. She gasps softly, and her belly heaved when she see the last Lion-woman collapse.

"Ah, you finish with the younger sisters," she says, the edge of formality still in her voice. "The elder female must take her pleasure last. Such is the law, male, and we must all live by it. Still, she may pleasure herself, and wonder about the male. Are my thoughts made flesh? Will what I imagine become true? Is your organ risen one final time? Will it enter the softness between my thighs? Will it fill me with its hardness and make my body shake with pleasure? I have desired fulfillment lone enough, young male. Give the eldest female what she now desires more than any other thing. Give her yourself..."

The Malkia keeps talking as she ride him, which is a change from the others.

"The eldest female is grateful," she whisperes, encircling his once-more tumescent organ with dark-furred fingers. "She is grateful that the male chose to reserve so much bounty for her. She wishes to show her gratitude." Gently at first, she begins stroking, sliding soft fingers along the length of his cock. Slowly, she begins to tug harder, pulling faster.

"Does the male approve?" she askes and, without waiting for an answer, continues, "Of course he approves. Of course." Her pink tongue slips out of her mouth, to scrape the underside of his cock. "The eldest female enjoys the male's approval."

Her lips greedily envelope him, now, plunging his cock once more into hot, sucking wetness. Like her younger sisters, she takes it all, letting it slide deep into her mouth and down her throat, raspy tongue pricking at it all the way. She strokes and squeezes her own breasts, and suckling with all the enthusiasm of the young lionesses, but with the skill and accomplishment of her years. After a few moments, he tottering on the brink once more, ready to pump more of his apparently inexhaustible semen supply down her hot, willing throat.

But she has more in mind for him. She senses how close he is, and lets him go, she presses three of her fingers to the area between his scrotum and the anus, shutting down his impending orgasm.

"The male wishes to give his seed to the eldest female," she says, with appreciation so great it was almost sarcastic. "But she wishes to wait. Will the male wait for his female?"

Again, she doesn't wait for his to reply, but steps back and positions herself on hands and knees in front of him, dark-fleshed cuntlips displayed between white-furred thighs, tail lashing with building tension.

"Place your male organ here for your eldest female," she husks, reaching back and spreading the moist lips with two fingers. "Give her what you gave her younger sisters."

He positions himself behind her, and begins to rub his cock against her lips, then dips down to touch her clit.

"Ahhhh," it is a sound part sigh and part purr that comes form the Malkia. "Harder, please..."

He complies, rubbing her clit forcefully, practically battering it with his cock, and is rewarded with more deep moans and growls.

"Please..." she gasps. "The elder female..." Another growling sigh. "The elder female... requests you thrust your organ inside her..." Another. "And end her torment..."

He takes his cock away, to the sound of a frustrated yowl, then gets on his own knees, bending forward, spreading her buttocks apart, and applying his tongue to her pink wet lips from behind.

"Ohh..." she spasms heavily. "The male is... The male is kind to his female..."

She howls again in pleasure as the male slides his tongue between her labia, pressing into her like a penis, sliding into the wetness of her cunt. Falling down onto her shoulders, hands grabbing her buttocks beside his, spreading herself further, shoving backwards, she grinds her cunt against his face.

"Oh, take me..." she whines in the last of her formal language. Continuing in a more vulgar, casual language, "Oh, yes... No male has done such a thing... Never before... Oh, my cunt..."

She cums heavily, rocking and writhing, his tongue thrusting in and out of her like a heavy, pink cock. Nearby, the remaining females watch with rapt attention, sitting snuggled together in a tight group, fingering each other's nipples and clits occasionally, but generally absorbed in his antics with their pride-sister.

In the middle of her heavy contractions, he pulls back, grabs his cock, and plunged it into her, diving into the hot wet of her cunt, sending her into another series of contractions, screaming and roaring fit to alert all the animals, for days distant, across the plains.

"Give it to me," she demands between contractions. "Fill me with your seed, male. Fill your eldest female..."

The male starts cuming while she speaks, THe Malkia timer her words to make it looked as if he came on command, pumping another load into her, then pulling out and shooting his last hot, white streamers across her thighs and buttocks.

"Ahhhhhh," she sighs, an edge of refined pleasure in her voice, and collapses onto her belly.

The other females broke their silence and bounded toward the two, yowling and purring, and at last chattering in comprehensible sentences.

"Oh, you were wonderful, sister..." "I couldn't restrain myself...." "I was so excited..." "You made him come so well..." "Did you see him come on me? I made him come..." "No, you fool, I made him come..."

Two of the lionesses take the task of grooming the eldest's thighs and buttocks, licking up the come he splashed all over her, while the other three gathered around her head, stroking and massaging.

The new Mzee collapses in the grass, pretty much forgotten, the females' excited commentary echoing in his ears.

"You sucked him so well, you did..." "I like the way he felt inside me..." "How did I do? He was my first male..." "Oh, I loved how you licked my cunt, darling..." "He licked me, too. Did you see him lick me?" "Won't you lick me again? I'm still so excited..."

Coming of Age Ceremony

When the Pride goes into estrus the Lioness hold a Ritual where the young lioness than have become of breeding age since the last Coming of Age Ceremony become adults.

"We walk the plains, seeking our mate," The Malkia says in stilted, obviously formal language. "The night is dark, alive with the sounds and smells of prey. Just when we believe that we will never find our lost one, the scent of a male touches us. We investigate, and find our handsome young male, camped alone with a fire, woefully alone, without the warmth of females to keep him safe. We admire our male, for it has been long since our male has given us the pleasures of his touch."

"Even as desire for this handsome male sweeps over us, Our male does not approach us, or even show interest in our young, ripe bodies, our eager loins and our soft flesh."

The elder female bares fangs, and licks her lips with a pink, bristly tongue.

"My words bring a reply that is not words," she continues. "My sisters see the male, his member growing ready for love, and they, too, grow excited."

"Perhaps my sisters will show the male what it is like to pleasure them," she went on, looking back at the remaining five females, who now huddled together in a close bunch, hands stroking each other. "Their desire grows with each passing moment, and if the handsome male will not relent, they will have to find their delectation in each other." Two of the other females began earnestly licking each other's face and shoulders, and in a moment all five had taken up the activity.

The five remaining females slowly dissolved into a maelstrom of probing hands, breasts, bellies, tails and huge, pink bristle-studded tongues. The Waziri slippes between the tawny thighs of the Wachawi, grooming the golden pelt of her stomach with her tongue, moving lower and lower until the moist pinkness makes contact with the other's wet cunt-flesh.

A third lion, a Mtoto, begins to play with the Wachawi from behind, sliding fingers inside hys elder, an act which is met with approval, that can be judged by the unrestrained howls and tail-lashings which followed.

The other adult lionesses lay in a close embraces, licking between each other's muscular thighs.

"The male approves of the pleasure my sisters give each other?" the Malkia askes, looking with what could only be a smile from the Mzee to the writhing bodies nearby. "Is this sufficient to arouse the handsome male to action? Is it sufficient to persuade him to share the long stiffness between his legs with an elder female and her sisters?"

"Oh, is there more we can offer the male?" she askes again, her voice still full of confidence that I would eventually relent. "Can we lick his body? Can we offer the softness of our breasts up to his caresses? Can we take that fine, thick organ in our mouths and suckle at it? Would this be sufficient for him to join us, to slip his great member inside our bodies?"

The Mzee moves into center of the initiates.

The Malkia's face brakes out in a grin of triumph as the Mzee is stirred into action. "Ah, the male joins my sisters, at last. What would he like, we wonder? Of all the pleasures we describe, which would he most desire first?"

The uninitiated lioness leave off their frenetic licking and crouch in front of the Mzee, staring intently.

"Take him, sisters," Malkia urges, standing behind him, placing strong hands on his shoulders. "Take his firm member in your mouths. Show him the pleasure you show each other."

The young females comply, kneeling in front of him subserviently. The first takes his cock in her hands and began to stroke it, while the second runs a raspy tongue up and down its length. The rest fondle his sac and thighs and buttocks.

After the second has commenced licking, leaving his cock slick and shiny; She then envelopes him with her mouth, sliding the long, dark organ inside her, gently flicking her tongue along its length. She takes his entire member, scarcely hesitating when it slid past the back of her mouth and into her throat. When she finally lets it slide out again, the first female grabs it with a petulant expression, and began to suck it herself.

"Now, now, sisters," cautions the Malkia, who still stands behind the Mzee, observing and, apparently, overseeing the others' activities, "the male has graced us with his presence, and deigned to share his bounty with us. Though it may be difficult, you must share him gracefully." The irony in her tone is unmistakable, but the two youngsters didn't seem to notice.

The pace of the licking and sucking increases.

"Ah, the male feels the tongues of the young females," The Malkia continues. "He feels heat build inside him, and will soon share his seed with my sisters. Who will receive it of the two, we wonder?"

By this time the other females have broken off from their orgiastic pursuits, and are watching from nearby, mouths open, tongues protruding, panting, great streams of saliva trailing from their black lips.

The first female suckles him with sincere enthusiasm, her eyes occasionally looking up at him, or at the elder female behind him.

"Give your sister a chance, now," The Malkia suggests, and the second female presses her muzzle to the base of his cock then nuzzles, pushing the first further and further off his length until the second can take him in her mouth, running her raspy tongue up and down his shaft, swallowing the massive member entirely. The first move out a place and start to fondle his buttocks as a third take of the role of manhandling the Mzee's erection as the second sucks him.

The lioness continues to suck until she fears she might cause him to orgasm, which is happens she is taken be surprise and gasps and pulls away, leaving his erection throbbing in the air as it covers her face with his seed. She then backs away a meter and kneels, one hand on his thigh and the other caressing her breast self-sootheingly is the shame and embarrassment of what she has done. She leave the cum of her face.

When she thinks she is in danger she pulls back until her lips wrap around the base of his glens then quickly retakes his entire length again. This signals the next lioness to presses her muzzle to the Mzee's crotch and first the Second lioness from his like she did then the forth lioness takes the role of manhandler and the third fondles his buttocks as the first is now free to fondle any part of him. This repeats until all the new Lioness have sucks him.

When the final lioness fears making him ejaculate, she pulls back until her lips wrap around the base of his glens then quickly takes his entire length back, but once he has taken his entire length inside her mouth she just as quickly pulls back again, free his member.

Then the new lionesses all, except the ones that made his ejaculate, start stroking his cock with their long-fingered hands.

"They have learned to share," the Malkia said from behind him. "Perhaps the male will reward them both equally."

The Lionesses continue to stroke until he ejaculates onto all of their hands.

The Malkia lays the Male on his back then continues to watch and provide commentary. Now that the new lionesses have been initiated the Lionesses go back to pleasuring them each other as they wait their turn. No lioness lick anew Mwali until after she has her kulowekwa(her muzzle is covered in the juices of another lioness's orgasm).

As the lion set to their work without speaking, but with a fine chorus of howls, snarls, purrs, and other animal noises. The youngest squats astride him, purposefully rubbing his now-fully distended cock between her thighs, against her clit. Then a second youngest lioness crouches above his face, spreading her cunt-lips for his inspection. He follows his instincts and begins to lick, his huge pink tongue scraping at the moist flesh. He watches as her recessed button of flesh grow to prominence, and she whines urgently in response.

Eagerly, he grabs her buttocks, pulling her down against his mouth, and licks as hard and with as much saliva as he could muster. This was all too much for the first female, for she drops down, plunging his cock inside her, then raise up and lungs downward once more.

The two Riders of The Mzee lick and bite at the distended pink nipples of the other New initiates that have gotten their kulowekwa, who squeezes their twin mounds between their own hands, and luxuriating in the tongue-laving she receives.

This continues until first lion-woman goes rigid, and her cries soaring to a trailing shriek and beyond, she's reached her peak and was now plunging over into oblivion as she writhes and howls.

At length, the first female slides off him, to lie in a warm heap near his feet. At that signal, the next lioness gives up on getting her nipples tormented and takes her place astride him.

The Rider of The Face takes the place of the Rider of his Cock and the first one that received her kulowekwa becoming the new rider of the face when he his done filling her with his seed; and it continues with the Rider of the Face taking the place of the Rifer of his Cock and the lioness with the most kulowekwa seniority taking the place of the Rider of The Face.

Some time after the last new Mwali is done The commentary from the Malkia goes silent. After the New Mwali are done then other lioness each take their turn. They don't need to take a turn at being the Rider of the Face; which ever lioness feels like giving up her current pleasures of her fellow lionesses just becomes the new Rider of his Cock.

The Malkia lays in the grass not far away, knees raised and spread apart, fingers busy between them. She gasps softly, and her belly heaved when she see the last Lion-woman collapse.

"Ah, you finish with the younger sisters," she says, the edge of formality still in her voice. "The elder female must take her pleasure last. Such is the law, male, and we must all live by it. Still, she may pleasure herself, and wonder about the male. Are my thoughts made flesh? Will what I imagine become true? Is your organ risen one final time? Will it enter the softness between my thighs? Will it fill me with its hardness and make my body shake with pleasure? I have desired fulfillment lone enough, young male. Give the eldest female what she now desires more than any other thing. Give her yourself..."

The Malkia keeps talking as she ride him, which is a change from the others.

"The eldest female is grateful," she whispers, encircling his once-more tumescent organ with dark-furred fingers. "She is grateful that the male chose to reserve so much bounty for her. She wishes to show her gratitude." Gently at first, she begins stroking, sliding soft fingers along the length of his cock. Slowly, she begins to tug harder, pulling faster.

The Malkia does a short speech about how well the Mzee did

How well the Young Lioness learned to shared.
His performance in satisfying the Lioness this Ritual
A short 3-5 sentence review of his performance of Mzee since the last Coming of Age Ceremony.