A piercing whistle breaks the moment. Both you and the hunk in front of you break eye contact, and the moment is lost to a slightly rotund, black-skinned man who huffs and puffs up to the both of you. He talks rapidly in some unknown tongue, and you glance at the lion-man to see his easy smile frozen and glassy.
"I am not going to be talked at like that," he growls, thrusting his face towards this self-important little jerk. You hear his breath snort through his flared nostrils as his nose wrinkles. "Disrespect me and I'll eat you for real."
The incessant stream of words stops, then the other man jabs his thumb in your direction.
"Who is this?"
You get a glance from the lion, who turns his attention back to the human who interrupted you.
"I don't know." The lion-man shrugs, his muscles doing some interesting things under his pelt. "I thought he was probably with your group."
"Um. I'm-" you begin, only to wither under an instant glare from both man and lion-man.
"He is not under the terms. Do as you please," says this strange, naked little man. "Now, to business."
He doesn't react as the lion-man's hands close around his chest, nor when he's lifted up. He manages an impatient expression just before his head and shoulders vanish into this creature's open maw. You watch in something like horror and awe as this smaller man is swallowed completely, to the point where you see the bulge of his body travelling down the muscular creature's throat and see his stomach bulge. You see a brief outline of the man's face and stick limbs, before they quickly lose definition and the lion-man's muscular abdomen flexes back into shape. You stare as he pounds a fist against his muscular chest and lets out a long, satisfied belch.
"What."
The lion-man glances at you, then stares openly and, with a grin plastered across his face, cups his junk and starts blatantly playing with himself. Between his musk, the overt sexuality and the sheer amount of muscle on display, you're having a hard time concentrating.
"No, really," you manage to say. "What was that?" and why the hell aren't I running, a small voice adds in the back of your mind.
"That was 'terms'. He'll be back out, and his usual obn- delightfully scented self in a few days." His grin widens as he glances down at your crotch, and back up to your face. "We can do terms. Sanctuary, I think it is." He takes a half-step closer, and his engorged dick bounces off your middriff. You feel a tickle as a droplet of his precum dribbles down your skin. "Would you like... sanctuary?"
A part of your mind is still sane, and recognises that this is probably a trap. The rest of you is so addled by lust, musk, and a wild sense of perversion that all you can do is nod mutely like a puppet. You don't know when you started doing it, but you feel his oversized, throbbing cock in your hands.
"Would you," he says, voice a throaty purr, "like to lick my ass?" His tawny eyes search your face, and his grin creases even wider at the expression of mild distaste. "Even better than I thought," he murmurs.
He thrusts his hips suddenly. You're not sure how you managed it, but one of your thumbs plunged into his piss slit. His cock somehow takes the digit, and also the entire fist that you immediately shove inside it to see if it could fit. your other arm can fit as well, and when you come to your senses, you're already most of the way inside this lion-man's dick and probably making a sizeable impression on the outside of one of his testicles. You feel him push your feet inside, feel the weirdly strong flex as his erection swallows you completely, and curl up inside your new home. You feel a flat surface underneath your shoulders, and then the organ that contains you flexes once, twice, and then things go strange.