The newly transformed lion knelt before Riven, his golden-black form still trembling, still adjusting to the **power** that now coursed through his body. He was **stronger** now, **taller**, a being of latex and leonine perfection.
He looked up at Riven, eyes **glowing** with something deeper than just loyalty—**awe.** **Hunger.**
“My King,” he breathed, his voice newly rich and deep, still laced with lingering **pleasure** from his conversion.
Riven gazed down at him, his three great heads rumbling in unison. He lifted one of his **four** powerful arms, cradling his newest convert’s jaw with claws gentle yet firm.
“Yes,” Riven murmured, confirming the title. “I am your King. And you… are mine.”
The kneeling lion **shuddered** under Riven’s touch, his new muscles twitching, his tail flicking behind him.
“My body… my mind…” The convert exhaled heavily, flexing his newly powerful hands, claws glinting in the dim light. “It’s all… yours now, isn’t it?”
Riven grinned.
His **two** lower arms trailed down the lion’s shoulders, exploring the **new creation** he had molded. His latex-coated fingers glided over the broad expanse of muscle, feeling the **heat, the strength, the potential.**
“You feel it, don’t you?” Riven purred. “The **connection.** The bond that ties you to me, to the pride. You are no longer weak. No longer human.”
The convert moaned, pressing closer, his golden mane brushing against Riven’s massive chest. “I feel… **so much.**” His claws clenched as he gazed up at Riven, **desperate, yearning.** “Tell me, my King… how can I serve you?”
Riven’s three mouths **curled** in satisfaction.
He moved with **purpose,** his **lower** hands gripping the lion’s powerful arms, while his **upper** set cupped his new worshiper’s face.
“Let me show you,” Riven rumbled.
His symbiote **pulsed**, sending a slow ripple of black-gold latex through both of them, reinforcing their **bond.** Their **unity.**
The convert shivered as Riven’s touch **sank deeper,** not just physically but **mentally**. The King’s **presence** flooded through him, **consuming** his thoughts, making him feel **Riven’s will, Riven’s desire, Riven’s absolute power.**
The new lion **gasped,** his breath hitching as his mind **synced** with his King’s. He wasn’t just touching Riven anymore—he was **feeling him.**
Experiencing his **greatness.**
Overwhelmed, the convert let out a deep, **reverent** growl, his body trembling as he leaned fully into Riven’s powerful embrace.
“I… I understand,” he panted. “I see you. I **feel** you, my King.”
Riven purred, his three great heads nuzzling against his convert, **marking** him further, making sure he **knew his place.**
“You are mine,” Riven whispered into his ear, his voice like velvet and thunder. “And soon, you will help me **claim more.**”
The new lion nodded eagerly, his latex-coated form pressing against his King’s, his devotion **absolute.**
Riven grinned.
This was only the **beginning.**