You kidding me!?

I brushed my hand through my blonde locks and said with the utmost innocence. "Oh? Well, tell, my Queen, whatever could we do at this late hour." She giggled like a schoolgirl at my intentionally bad joke and took her hand off of my chest to stand very close. With her deft padded fingers, she undid the gold clasp on her fancy red cloak, stepping out of it and letting it drift-Woah.

I was a popular prince. I fucked barmaids, shopkeeps, farmers daughters, foreign dignitaries, spies (I'll tell you about that one later), mermaids, courtesans, and wood nymphs. None of them held a candle to the feline goddess in front of me. She was built like a foreign fertility goddess mixed with a stripper. Each swaying, massive titty was larger than her head yet sat high on her chest with the perkiness that violated some laws of physics. Each titty was capped with a pair of black pasties the size of a dinner plate which was cut in the shape of a cat's paw. Her stomach was flat and underneath the thin line of fur was the hints of a toned abdominal which could give me a run for my money. Her hips exploded out from her waist and topped by a slender, flexible tail with a dark tuft of dark hair at the bellend. Her thick, bubble butt swallowed up her thong panties that were so sheer, I could make out the total view of her dripping cunt and bulging clit. "Like what you see?"

If I were wearing pants, my cock would have destroyed them. I felt light-headed and almost lost my balance as the blood in my body rushed out of my head and into soon to be more active parts. My massive cock drew to its total 14-inch thick length, growing covered in angry pink veins and bending forward to slap against my abdomen. I stammered out something that may have been words and she giggled at the effect she had on me.

She squatted in front of me, lining that feline face with the massive pillar of my horsecock. "You know," she said and licked her lips as her gentle pads hefted the pillar, feeling the heat and weight in her hands. "Here in Valinor, our marriage ceremonies are different than your human ones. We are creations of great... passion. So much so that we must restrict ourselves to prove the marriage true. A marriage is considered to be cursed if a Pride Male spills his seed with his future Lioness before the marriage." She punctuated this with a long lick of my steel-hard cock, dragging it from the base all the way to the base of the head where she flicked her tongue at the sensitive ridges at the bottom. I moaned.

She smiled at me with those same suggestive eyes. "I wouldn't want to curse our marriage. So, I found a loophole." She shook the moons of her colossal ass independently, inviting me to stare. Oh it looks goo-Oh! OH! OOOHHH!

I think this marriage is going to be just fine.