Through the undergrowth and a fair bit away, you spot the imposing figure of a lion man with his back leaning against a tree; muscular arms folded across his chest with a toothy grin plastered across his maw. As you look closer, you realize he wasn't wearing any clothing; his body compensating with the coat of golden fur with an auburn mane and a treasure trail leading from his crotch up to the large amounts of fur between his pecs.
Without a word he took a step forward, thick underbrush crunching beneath his massive paws. Tail whipping hypnotically behind him, as he grew closer you found yourself frozen in both mild fear and complete awe. Mere inches away from you, you can barely even fathom how your eyes are in line with his barreled pecs.
As an intense scent assaulted you, no doubt originating from the hunky lion before you, with a sudden hard-on your eyes drifted down to his crotch; orange-sized balls cradled gently within his massive, clawed hand-paws that could probably crush your skull.
You flinch as one of the lion's claws presses gently beneath your chin, lifting your head so your awestruck gaze could meet his own, golden eyes.
Completely hypnotized by the thick musk radiating from him, the smug smirk across his feline maw grows; claw retreating from your chin as he returns to his full height.
A light pressure forms as he gently places his hand atop your head, claws running through your hair. At his touch alone, you feel as if your hair had taken a sudden increase in volume; yet before you can utter a word, the lion...