He takes her ass now.

"On all fours, Kitten. Raise your hindquarters for me."

Fingers curling, Shiloh turned her face from her King and resumed her proper kitten behaviour. Padding in a circle to turn her back to Dirk, she arched her spine fully and beautifully, making a display of how limber she was. Her body betrayed her true desires, writhing in invitation, her pussy hot and dripping to encourage her King to breed her fertile young body. For a moment Dirk dragged his potent cock along that hot slit, the threat of it made Shiloh tremble and her legs almost buckled as she let out a needy mewl. She thought that her King might be going back on his word, that he would **** her, breed her and chain her no matter what she did. She found herself long for him to beat her and fuck her, to **** his child inside her helpless womb. But her King was no weak man whose lust would make him betray his own words. Instead she felt his fingers **** their way into her tight ass, slick with something viscous and cold.

"I'm not a cruel man, Kitten. That should make this hurt less."

Discarding the lubricant, his cock now moved to the slickened hole, his hands taking a tight hold of Shiloh's hips. He held her firm as he began to **** his way inside, his fingers digging into her flesh as he grunted and growled. Shiloh gasped at first as she was stretched, but then began to mewl in pain as the large cock **** it's way deeper inside. She bit down on the sheets of the bed to stifle herself, not wanting to draw the attention of the ravenous crew. But the more her King fucked her ass, the more pain she felt. Not in her body, but in her heart and womb. Her lust was not being sated, her need to become a mother was denied. She tried to think of Swiftcourage and Meowfang to bolster her nerve, but could only wish for her own cub to raise and care for. She thought of the lionesses, loyal to their King, living their lives for his power and attention. To become a mother was natural for a wild cat, by denying herself she was not only not her King's kitten, but not even a real wild cat.

At last her King let out a final growl, his grip tightening to the point of pain as he strained to push as deep into the Jungle Girl as he could, his cum bursting forth inside of her. Shiloh's instincts cried out that this was wrong, that it should be in her womb, and she bit down on the sheets to control her screams, her tears, and the heat between her legs.

"You've got a lovely body wild cat," Dirk praised her, recovering his breath as he stroked and fondled her toned ass, his cock softening a little between her cheeks. "It feels good to be inside you," his fingers trailed between her legs, finding how wet and dripping she still was. "And if you ever decide to put that leash on... I'm sure we'll find out that you can feel even better."

He rolled Shiloh over onto her back, stroking up her stomach and hovering over her womb before grasping her perky breasts tight in each hand and kissing her fiercely. Shiloh clung to her King, kissing him back, welcoming into her mouth with sorrow and passion.

"Now. On the floor with you. Only kittens get to sleep in bed with the King."

It pained Shiloh to crawl away from Dirk, but she did, slinking down onto the floor of the cabin, her hips rolling in **** invitation to **** her to be a knocked up kitten. Settling on the floor she watched as her King rolled into his bed, longing to join him. Roaming the jungle and the plains, Shiloh was used to surviving cold nights, and it was always best done in the company of others, to share your heat. She long envied the beasts who had mates to care for them, of the lionesses within the Lion's harem, for always having someone to keep you warm. Sleep would not come easy for Shiloh in the cold, with her ass in pain, and her pussy begging for attention, and there were still 30 days of this to endure.