Page 9 of Lion's Second Chance King

“Mmmmmm,” I hum, also through clenched teeth.

Yeah, once I’m committed, I’m committed, right?

I lean back because I’m afraid I’ll collapse and I don’t want to collapse forward and reveal this whole sordid mess. I lean back and rest my hands on his thighs, keeping my face toward the ceiling as I force myself to move up and down regardless of the pain.

And then my clit erupts with sensation.

I feel my asshole clench his cock more tightly.

I know this is going to seem strange but I don’t understand right away that Daniel is rubbing my clit. It takes a moment for me to realize that’s the sensation and that’s what’s dramatically affecting everything. I mean, this still hurts like hell but… Dang it, there’s no way to say this so that it doesn’t seem crazy. It still hurts like fucking hell but I like it. For reasons I don’t get, I like it.

I don’t know if him rubbing my clit makes the pain bearable or if it kind of highlights for me that Daniel is entitled to my body and that reminder is what makes the pain bearable. I don’t have any idea at all but?—

“Fuck!” I scream. “Daniel! Daniel! I’m…” I can’t finish. I don’t think it matters because Daniel has to know I’m cumming. The way my constricted passage clenches so damned tightly to him, he has to know, right? I mean, my asshole is squeezing so tightly it’s a wonder he can even move. At least, it’s a wonder I can. I’m bouncing up and down on his cock now, bouncing just as crazily as I would if he were in my pussy. It still hurts but not nearly as much as it hurt before.

No, actually, I think it hurts just as much as before. It’s just that the pain is joined to the pleasure, and that makes everything dramatically different. I don’t really have any way to describe it effectively. You’ll just have to take my word for it that it’s incredible and I’m going to do it again.

Well, that time will happen but before I do it again, I have to finish doing it now, right? Well, I move my body as much as I can. It isn’t easy. The position is new for me, and even if there weren’t sex involved, this wouldn’t be an easy thing to accomplish. I mean, with the way I have to move my abdomen, it’s like I’m in a position the cruelest possible personal trainer might choose for me.

But sex is involved, and that changes everything.

The orgasm not only floods my body with endorphins but with energy, too. It seems almost unbelievable that I’m motivated to get that cock of his deeper into my ass. I know that seems crazy with the pain involved. All I can tell you is that the pleasure is so much more profound than the pain. When he cums, it’s even more powerful. I end up leaning forward although it changes the angle and makes it hurt a little more. I don’t care. It feels too good for that little bit of pain to matter to me.

I end up clinging to him, leaning forward rather than backward. He’s big enough that his cock stays inside of me, and there’s something oddly comforting about that, like when he stays deep inside of my pussy after sex. I know that’s a strange thing to say but that’s how it feels to me, the pain all but disappears, too.

Weirdly, I kind of miss the pain.

But I love this moment. I love the calm and the sweetness. I love just holding him. We remain in that position for quite a while, and when his cock grows soft and just eases out of my ass, it all seems even more calming and beautiful.

Yeah, I know. A cock pops out of my ass and I’m acting like it’s poetry. Go ahead and make fun of me, okay. I don’t care. I feel happy. I feel serene. I feel calm and wonderful. I end up lying on the couch with my head on Daniel’s lap and my body covered with a throw. It’s peaceful and beautiful.

For about five minutes.

Then, the peace is shattered when a man who looks like some sort of criminal stereotype kicks open my front door and steps inside.

Chapter Ten

Daniel

The idiot doesn’t recognize me. He’s thinks I’m just a man caught naked with his dick swinging about. However, I’m a man much bigger than him. He says, “This is your unlucky day, man,” as I lift Makayla’s head from my thigh and stand up. I can hear his Afrikaans accent.

“Jy sal vandag hier sterf,” I say softly. His eyes open widely at that. I just told him, in his language, that he would die today. Then, just to put him even more off guard, I add, “Whether or not you shift.” I say that part in English.

“Daniel?” Makayla asks tentatively.

“Stay behind me, Mackie,” I say, “I’m not supposed to talk to you about this for three more years but I promise I’ll tell you everything. Just stay behind me.”

“Who are you?” The man asks. “Gee my die meisie.” Give me the girl.

“You will never have her,” I say softly, “...en ek is jou dood.” He asked who I was and I told him. I am your death. He won’t know until I shift who I am. Oh, he’s likely determined that I’m a shifter but that tells him nothing. I’m bigger than him as a human but any two lion shifters may be vastly different once shifted. A lion who seems small and unimposing in human form may be much larger as a lion than a shifter with a human form like a bodybuilder.

Once I shift, though, he will see I’m Royal. The difference between a Royal and a regular shifter is profound. In terms of size, I will be larger, of course, but there is a great deal more to it than that. I will be faster and stronger. I can explain it only like this. He will pose no more threat to me than a housecat would. The enemies had no idea that my father protected her in any way other than hiding her.

And then the window bursts apart and Kaitlyn leaps through. She sees me and freezes. Makayla gasps. She sees only a large lion. “She is with us, Mackie,” I say. “Go with her. Don’t argue with me. Go wherever she leads you.”

Kaitlyn shifts. “Your Highness,” she says, “there are others and not all of them are cubs like this one.”

“Cub?” the man shouts. He shifts and leaps toward her. My jaws close over his neck in mid-leap. I feel his neck crush into splinters. He was a small lion, too. No different in size than Kaitlyn, who is both small and female.

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