The lion man stands a over where you are now kneeled, his massive cock erect and dripping. The overpowering scent of his balls is now permanently etched into your mind as a mark of your master's dominance over you. You are also more sensitive to it. The intensity of the scent you smelled when pressed right up in between the lion's over ripened orange-sized balls is now indistinguishable from the concentration of it you now smell with him just few feet away. You assume this is simply because you can't perceive the scent as any stronger than you had before, but as the lion walks closer and towers over where you are sprawled out on the ground, your now heightened feline nostrils only smell the controlling musk at an even more maddening level. Your mind fills with desperate urges to drag your tounge over the head of the lion man's baseball thick cock head, or feel his sixteen inch rod slide into your hole while you lift your new lion tail to him. Caught up in vivid visions of these acts, you pull yourself onto your knees and attempt to reach out your tounge to the drooling slit of your master's cockhead. However, the lion pushes you back with his foot, and you roll onto your back. "I don't plan on giving you the privilege of my cock entering any of your holes. At least, not in the state you're in now," the lion says in his low seductive growl, tutting under his breath. "I've wasted my time in the past shoving my cock into those below me. And though I'll not deny that the pleasure of emptying loads of my spunk into those I controlled was immense, I soon learned that using others only as a fleshlight was...not enough. You see my love, a lion's cock is like a sword. You may go around pressing it up against anyone you like, but sparring with another who's sword is inferior to your's will only dull your own. I intend to bring you up as my equal in strength and virality. Now, that doesn't mean you'll ever be free from my control, but it does mean you'll be worthy of taking my cock as you so desire."
The lion bends down and spreads your legs, looking at the erect seven inches of newly thick lion cock that now stands rock hard and drooling between your crotch. "Now, I intend to transform you into someone worthy of duling a sword of my power, and that means reforging yours to be of equal length and width," he says with a lustful whisper. The lion drags his thick sandpapery tounge up your taint, sending tingles across your ass and cock. As he moves to your moderately sized balls, the lion cradles them with his tounge, sucking on each one over and over until they began to tingle. You moan as every rough stroke of his lion tounge against your sack makes you more sensitive, both outside and in. Your balls tingle more and more as they begin to swell inside their sack, an orgasmic pulse of growth accompanying each tender suck your master grants them. As they grow, the lion man adds more and more intensity to his sucking, pulling your testicles into his mouth with more and more vigor until your now egg sized nuts rest entierly in his maw. The lion pulls his sharp teeth gently over your sack, causing so much pleasure you are sure you should be filling your master's mouth with lion semen. However, all your cock does is produce its waterfall of syrupy lion pre with more and more vigor. The lion briefly pulls his mouth off your now softball sized testicles and gives a lusty chuckly. "Ah, my pet. Don't get who's in control here backwards. I don't intend to let you come until your cock matches mine. My musk holds the power to control your mind and body's every process, including the ability for you to ejaculate," he says with a wide grin. The lion is now slowly lapping on your testicles, dragging his long rough tounge up one ball and his sharp teeth down the other, so lightly that it makes you quiver. At this point the lion man begins to pant more and more, moaning as he suddenly shoves his nose into your sack and takes a long deep sniff. He shivers in delight, "Yes my love, your lion's sack is beginning to develop it's own sigature of musk. Now, don't think your scent will ever be on the same level as mine. But eventually...as you shoot off loads of your own mixture of lion's jizzm for years and years and let it build, your musk will be able to entrance new subjects for our cause." Your master gives one last satisfied lick off your orange-sized testicles, now matching the size and girth of his own. He chuckles and looks to your now comparably tiny cockhead beneath them. "Now, for the weapon itself," he says, licking his lips. "For while the power to intoxicate may come from the scent of your feral semen and intense musk, the ability to dominate and wield that power comes from your sword itself." The lion now opens his maw and envelops all 7 inches of your hard lion cock into his hot and wet mouth. You can feel the moist steamy pants of his lion breath making your entire length tingle as the his breathing relaxes for a moment. Then, he starts sliding his sandpaper tounge around your cockhead and under your sheath. Your master is now moaning as loudly as you are, thrusting and grinding his own drooling length into the ground as he begins to swallow against your dick over and over, bobbing his head up and down your now foot long "sword" as he polishes it to the hilt. As he drags his teeth up and down your thickening shaft, you feel the back of his throat more and more as he takes your growing cock further down. Your cock keeps pulsating harder by the second, your veins widening as more and more blood is sent to your throbbing rod. You can feel your heartbeat through your cock, every pulse making the shaft thicken in girth. Wider and wider until, when the lion man pulls off, it appears as thick and as the fat as the end of a baseball bat. The same jawbreaking sixteen inches of length and width as your master. Master...the word doesn't seem to fit quite as well. As your nostrils fill with your own musk, more sweet and smooth than the scent that rules your mind, you begin to understand the full range of your power.
You stand, your master—no, your rival—stands before you as well. Both of your cocks now drool rivers of thick virile lion pre, and you both pant with lust for the other. Visions fill your head again, but this time the intense dreams of taking your rival's cock up your ass feel equal to those of shoving your own length up his. The lion man smiles, "Finally, we are equal in strength. Of course, I vastly overtake you in experience, and you'll never quite escape my control. However, the power within our loins and the quality of our cocks are equal. Our swords are perfectly matched. Now, we duel. The rules are simple, who ever comes first loses the battle. I'd reckon we've both built up at least a gallon of lion spunk by now so it won't be hard to tell who's geyser of pent up virality goes off first. Still, I look forward to teaching you the methods of strength that lie between every lion man's thighs. Both your cock and your ass can be used to make your opponent come in equal measure, and both your cock and your ass can make you come just as hard. Neglect to control one of these facets of power and you'll find the other betraying you by bombarding your face with a spray of your own semen. Now, when I count to three, we'll begin," the lion man says, throwing back his full mane of hair (still much fuller than yours) back as he stares you down. "Now my rival, you are finally worthy of knowing my identity. My name is Alexi. I look forward to seeing your come spilled before mine."
The battle to make Alexi come before you do is moments away, but what is your first move?