The roar boomed through the mansion like the thunder, rumbling up from Erick's now barreled chest. It felt so good, like he was releasing some of the titanic energy that had built up in him from the change. As well as announcing his power to the world! -- or at least this old house. Now his house.
Having made that declaration, he now needed to affirm his authority. He turned away from the mirror, and strode purposefully back towards the main hall. His body was tensed and eager; his thoughts on the four others who had entered the house with him. His mind was strangely foggy about what he intended to do when he met them; clouded by a lust that rose with his transformed cock, a barbed spire rising proudly from his new sheath.
His heavy paws stepped onto the marble of the great hall just as a lanky shape dashed in from the opposite end of the house. Ryan's kid brother, Johnathan. The 17-year-old skidded to a stop as he saw the tall, muscular lion man silhouetted in the doorframe by a lightning flash, the gold band on his head sparkling.
"Oh my God, what --?" Johnathan stared wide-eyed, flashlight dropping from his hand to roll across the red carpet in the centre of the room. Erick's golden gaze locked on him.
"Hey Johnny," he greeted, his voice low, deep and resonant. "Like the new me?"
"Uh... uh...!?" Johnathan backed away as the feline advanced, his eyes sweeping the huge frame. Even in the uneven illumination provided by the fallen flashlight he could see the expansive, furry chest; the heavy black mane; the glistening fangs; the massive legs, muscles bunching with the predator's powerful stride; the dark red organ now bobbing fully erect from the lion's groin. "What -- who --?"
The lion chuckled. "Don't recognise me? It's me, Erick!" He was now much taller, and his longer legs easily outpaced Johnathan's spindly shanks as he herded him back, away from the door the boy had entered through. "Or should I say --"
He grinned fiercely as Johnathan's back bumped the wall, making the young man gasp. Erick quickly closed the distance, grabbing Johnathan's wrists and forcing them up, pinned to either side of the boy's head. Preventing him from escaping.
"King Erick."
As he said it, his intent crystallised in his mind. He knew what he was going to do now. And how he was going to do it.
"Ah -- ah -- Erick?" panted Johnathan, eyes dilated with fear. "Is it really --? Wh-what are you doing?"
"Don't worry," purred the big cat. "I won't hurt you. I just need you to know who's... in charge." He grunted a chuckle as his cock throbbed. "Yeah... I always liked you a lot, Johnny; you're a smart kid... You're perfect to be the first member of my pride."
The King of Beasts needed subjects: more hot, sexy beasts to fawn over, serve and please him. And without further warning he released Johnathan's wrists to grab him into a tight hug. His lips pressed to the human's; his mighty cock ground into Johnny's torso.
"I -- mmmph!" Johnny tried to struggle for a minute, but a strange warmth spread into him from the beast man's body and his encircling arms, permeating him. Soon he felt himself melting, confused as his lips parted and let the lion's rough tongue in to claim his mouth. Slowly he slid his arms around the lion's torso -- then hugged him tightly back, marveling at the slabs of muscle beneath the shaggy fur of Erick's back. Closing his eyes in bliss; losing himself in the lion's strength.
And his skin tingled pleasantly, a tawny coat beginning to sprout beneath his clothes.