Tongues went on play as Derek continued with his teasing, rolling his tongue in a skillful rhythm as it explored the innermost part of Travis's mouth. Travis, distracted by the sweet sensation, forgot himself completely — every cell in his body shutting down. But as the kiss deepened further, he suddenly regained his senses and broke free from the trance, which honestly felt like a miracle.
"Derek, you're distracting me!" Travis exhaled, reminding himself that this wasn't a human but a beast — and a total stranger at that. How could he be kissing a stranger this fast? The way he said it only made the cocky lion smirk more.
"Enjoyed the tongue play? If you want more, we can easily go and make babies." Derek's raw words made Travis stiffen instantly.
How shameless! And in front of the kids too — though the kids didn't seem to care, their eyes glued to the cooking meat that was nearly done.
"I've told you, Derek, I don't want to make babies. I'm still young for that." He crossed his arms, trying to sound serious, and Derek finally gave up. Seeing the lion king's dejected look, Travis groaned softly.
"Well, Derek… thanks for coming to my rescue. For a moment, I was scared. And I'm sorry for running off and putting you in danger." Travis mumbled the words, sincerity creeping into his tone.
Derek tugged a smile that widened when he looked back — and saw a large crowd of his clan gathered around. Lions and lionesses who had morphed into human forms now stood at the edge of the cooking place, eyes wide, mouths watering as they sniffed the air.
"Oh, that looks so delicious. Can we have some?" a lady asked, drooling.
Travis saw the hunger in her eyes. Apparently, this must've been the first time they'd smelled something this enticing. Poor things — eating raw or bland meat without seasoning must've been their norm. They shouldn't act so uncivilized, though.
Tails wagged all around as the lions gave him puppy eyes and growled softly.
Great. He'd gone from visitor to cook… and now, babysitter.
"Okay, I'll serve as much as I can." Travis used a leaf to bring down the hot pot and began serving portions on different leaves handed to him.
So this was their idea of plates? He sighed but didn't argue. Once he placed the cooked meat before them, they pounced, tearing it apart like wild beasts.
The fuck—
What the heck were they doing? Manners, people!
"Can't you all share? I gave you plenty!" he shouted, only to receive scowls in return. They yanked the pot, dragging it away, and its hot contents spilled, burning their skin. Furious growls erupted.
Travis stumbled back in terror as the lions transformed into their beast forms, ready to devour what was left — until another roar silenced them all.
A deep, formidable one that made even Travis freeze.
It was Derek.
His golden eyes blazed with fury as he lunged at one unfortunate lion, biting deep into its spine. The creature squirmed and limped away in pain. Travis could only watch, horrified.
"You dare attack your Queen or take what doesn't belong to you!" Derek thundered, shifting back into human form. The others immediately bowed, overwhelmed by his pheromones. Even Travis felt it — the pressure, the dominance — but luckily his own pheromones countered the effect, soothing Derek until he calmed slightly.
"No one has the right to attack him or question him. I've made my decision, and anyone who goes against it will meet my wrath." Derek roared again, his voice echoing through the clearing.
It was sweet of him to defend him like that, but Travis couldn't help being nervous. Wouldn't they hate him now? He might've saved their king and princess, but if it looked like Derek was favoring him too much, they could easily turn on him — and he had no intention of sticking around to find out.
"Please stop, Derek. It's okay. It wasn't that deep." Travis stepped in gently, and Derek, already calming down, came closer and hugged him tightly.
"You must've been scared. I'm sorry," Derek whispered.
What now? Scared? Sure, startled — but fear wasn't exactly it. That was just their instincts reacting to food. Still, Travis accepted the apology with a small, awkward nod as Derek continued to squish him in his arms.
After a while, he pushed the lion away.
"One of these days, you might end up strangling me," he complained, before reclaiming the hijacked pot and dishing out more food.
Seeing the eager faces of the tribe, he decided to share it all, portioning the meat on leaves and distributing it.
"Are you sure about this, Travis?" Derek asked, watching him.
"Of course," Travis replied without hesitation.
As he worked, his mind drifted — to his mother, back in the real world. How she'd died so brutally. How they used to eat, laugh, and talk before everything fell apart. She'd been ill but vibrant… and now she was gone.
A lone tear slipped down his cheek, but he quickly wiped it and forced a smile before returning to serve the rest.
Tilda and Henry sat together, munching happily with their hands.
"Papa, it's delicious! So tasty!" Tilda exclaimed, jumping with joy, and Travis couldn't help but smile softly at the sight.
Such a pity. There were only a few cubs — maybe six in total — in the tribe. Tragic, really.
As the evening sun set, casting a golden hue over the horizon, Derek approached again.
"I'm heading for the gathering of elders. I'll see you tonight."
"See you…" Travis waved.
"Take care of my babies — and ask my second-in-command if you need help. Are you sure you don't need me now? You looked… troubled a while ago," Derek said, voice gentle.
Travis's cheeks burned. Oh God, he saw him crying.
"Haa, nope, not what you think. You can go, go, go!" Travis pushed him playfully, and as Derek left, the wind lifted his loincloth, revealing… well, quite a lot.
Travis covered his face in pure embarrassment. Men in this world were absolutely shameless. Why wear something that barely covered your ass? Might as well walk around naked!
But then again… he found himself staring. The way their tails swayed, the smoothness of their skin, the light glistening off their backs — oh God. He didn't even realize he'd licked his lips until Henry, one of the twins, stuffed a piece of meat in his mouth.
"Henry! What was that for?" Travis grumbled.
"It's an insect. I saw two about to crawl into your mouth," Henry said innocently. Travis wished the ground would just swallow him whole as nearby females smirked.
"Oh, I don't judge," one of them said, tending to a cub. "We were all staring at the asses."
That was it. Travis bolted away, his face red as a tomato.
As he hurried off, an itch crawled across his body. "Damn it, I need a bath — and to change this nightmare outfit!" He looked down at his threadbare shirt that hung like a gown — the same embarrassing outfit he'd worn since arriving in this world.
Thank goodness everyone else dressed worse, or he'd have died of shame already. Still, those loincloths were too much. Men and women alike… the sight alone made him recoil.
He was still debating what to wear — and where to bathe — when he noticed a group of women rushing past, stripping off their tops as they went.
No way. They wouldn't take off the rest too, right?
Wrong.
Right before his eyes, they undressed completely.
"C'mon, man, won't you come bathe with the others at the river?" one of them called.
Travis's eyes widened in disbelief. Others? As in the whole clan?
And sure enough, when he followed, the twins giggling beside him, he saw a sight that made his jaw drop — a swarm of naked males in the river, their genitals of different sizes danced with them in the water and the females joined in the charade.
Travis watched in horror, and before he could turn back someone jacked his clothes and right there it tore apart and he fell upon the water under several males who's dick's he could see right there.
Fuck!!
" Oh my that's massive..." Travis watched, not complaining of his condition as right underneath the water, two beastmen began playing with their dicks.
And before he could blink again, another one came and put his dick in the mouth of the one if two men playing.
" What the heck!!!" Somebody should save him...