She leads you into the cave, her paw on yours, with occasional glances back in your direction. The cave is low and smoky, with a large fire-pit in the centre and some kind of cave-paintings on the walls. You don’t really get a chance to examine them, because your eye is more drawn by the other occupant of the cave: no doubt this is Jazzmin’s husband.
He’s a powerful, muscular lion, stretched out in repose on a bed of rushes, his head lolling back and his eyes contentedly shut. His dreams are obviously arousing him, for a great erect shaft protrudes from its sheath, pushing aside the green loincloth that is tied around his waist to expose its long glistening length and the large, fuzzy pair of balls beneath it.. “Ooh,” says Jazzmin excitedly, “he may be pleased to meet you.”
She kneels beside him, waking him with a few whispered words that you do not hear. Then he rises to his feet, doing his best to conceal his erection under his loincloth, and shakes your hand with a strong and confident grip, smiling at you with a shake of his mane. “Theo, this is Josh,” Jazzmin purrs, clearly happy that her two mates seem to be getting along so well. “I’ve invited Josh over for dinner,” she explains.
“Welcome to our cave, Josh,” says Theo, he voice a deep rumble, but he sounds very pleased. His erection still hasn’t gone down, and you can’t help sneaking an occasional peek at it, for the fact you’re trying to act dignified and look at his face. Jazzmin puts an arm around both of you, and nuzzles you each on the cheek. “I’d better go and get dinner,” she says. “I’ll leave you two boys to get acquainted.”
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