Page 39 of Fighting the Lies

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Scott pulled the T-shirt over his head and lowered his pants. He was left standing in the middle of his empty, apart from a luxurious king-sized divan, bedroom in nothing but his birthday suit. After he’d arrived back at Nuka’s mansion, he was whisked away to a wooden compound on the northern edge of the land. It was, he was told, for the lionesses of the pack. They had too many parties to be trusted in the main house, so it was better that they had their own property. It reminded him of the chicken coups that his grandfather used to have. All the ladies lined up and the cock strutting around picking which one he would favour today. He’d always envied that little bird as a kid. He thought he would have the best of times, a different woman to get it on with each day. He didn’t feel that now, not when he was the cock and a hen was in front of him spread open and waiting.

“How do you want me lover?”

He didn’t. How about that? How about he wanted her fully clothed and in the next room. Not flashing a pussy that has obviously taken many a pounding and was in desperate need of a shave. It was a coat that even a yeti would be proud off.

“On your back is fine.” He replied.

“Oh come on. It won’t be that bad. I’ve been told my vagina is magical. Never not had a guy that hasn’t got off in it.”

Yeah probably because it’s a hole that’s given freely and easily. It’s all some guys need to come.

“It’s so tight I’m told that it will squeeze that massive dick of yours until you fill me full of your seed. We’ll create a little baby cub just like it’s daddy.”

He looked down at his cock. It wasn’t hard in the slightest. In fact, he thought it looked smaller than normal like it was trying to shrink away and hide. He gave it a stroke. No response, not even a twitch.

“Are we feeling a little performance shy? Come here and I’ll help with that.” She licked her lips. It was all he could do to stop himself from vomiting. How did he think he could do this? He wanted Emma’s body, her muscular curves that she wrapped so freely around him. Her tight little pussy that was neatly manicured and gripped his cock like a vice. The moans she gave when he finished inside her and drenched her havens. “Well, whatever thought just went through your head keep it there, because that’s a mighty impressive erection, especially with that ribbing. I can’t wait to feel it inside me.”

He looked back down at his groin. His penis did indeed stand proud, but at the lioness’ shear squeal of delight, it deflated.

“Oh damn, well I don’t think Nuka is going to be impressed with this turn of events.” The lioness had sat up and was looking at his appendage with disappointment on her face. “I’m just going to have to suck it. There is nothing else for it.” She reached out to touch him. He jumped back. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, what does a lady have to do here to get laid and knocked up?” She threw her hands up in the air and reached for her dressing gown. “I’m going to go and talk to Nuka, tell him you are not holding your end of the bargainup.” She pulled the silk gown over her sleek shoulders and tightened the cord. He couldn’t look at her anymore. He was going to fail Emma. If he couldn’t do this, she would be imprisoned. He wondered if she was free already. If she was back at Glacial Blood. He hoped so.

“If you show Nuka that cunt, he will understand why I couldn’t get it up. Learn to wax!” He retorted back. His anger getting the better of him.

“How dare you!” She slapped him hard around the face. “I’ll see that you regret that comment.”

He shrugged his shoulders. Maybe it was just this particular lioness that he couldn’t perform with. The next one might be better; somehow, he doubted it though.

“You’re a real jerk.” The lioness huffed out of the room with a cry of anguish and cat calls from the lionesses that had so obviously been listening in at the door. He closed it and fell face first onto the bed. Could his life be any worse? A few days ago, he was balls deep in the woman he loved, but now, he was being forced to mate with skanky lionesses.

Energy crackled around him.

“Eww, naked Scott butt. Cover it up, Brayden.” Selene’s voice appeared in the room. He rolled over. “Oh God, even worse. Scott’s dick pointing for the sky.” Typical, the second he thought of Emma, he was standing to attention.

Brayden placed his hand over Selene’s eyes.

“You want to put some clothes on?”

“What’s the point? I’ll only have to take them off when the next one comes in.” He collapsed back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. He hadn’t noticed the mirror before. Obviously, the lionesses like to watch when they were fucked.

“You’ve already mated?” Brayden’s questioned was filled with trepidation. The snow leopard picked up a blanket and threw it over Scott to cover his manhood. Selene opened her eyes.

“I couldn’t get it to work.” He responded remorsefully. He was a failure. He couldn’t even save the woman he loved.

“Oh thank God.” Selene ran for him and gave him a big cuddle. “You are such an idiot to think that you could sleep with anyone but Emma, now. You love her.”

“I need to save her life” He pushed the over enthusiastic multi-shifter away.

“Well, getting your groove on isn’t going to do that.” She placed her hands on her hips and gave him the evil eye.

Brayden picked her up and moved her aside. “Go get green beautiful. We need to be prepared.” She pushed him away.

“Don’t you get all bossy with me, Brayden Dillon. Scott’s being a great big dorkasaurus. His idea of saving Emma is stupid.”

“It is, but right now, he doesn’t need to be lectured.”

“And hearing you two having a domestic isn’t really what I need either.” He would never have a domestic with Emma again. He pulled the blanket over his head, which promptly uncovered his manhood, so Brayden pulled it down a little. Scott hoped, in true ostrich fashion, that if he couldn’t see them then maybe, just maybe, they would leave him alone. What exactly were they here for anyway? It wasn’t to judge his performance, because that was a big fat zero.

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