The next day, Damon acted like a real lion. He did not think of his life as a human. In fact, he did not recall anything about having lived in a house with a bed, a shower, and a TV. He didn't remember anything about his life before the forest and Circe's castle, except for his name, which seemed odd. He was just happy. He felt loved and contented.
The sun shone brightly on his fur. Life was good, and the world was so large and beautiful. He would have loved to thank Circe for letting him become a lion, for it was the most beautiful thing she could have done for him. Damon was living life as a real lion and loving it. His mate was by his side, and she was always ready to please him. She licked him and gave him attention. He liked her presence, and he felt good.
He could smell her scent as she lay near him. It was the scent of a healthy, strong female lion. She was a real female, with a vagina, and she had the right odor. He would mount her again and fill her with his seed. They would have cubs, and they would live happily. She was the perfect mate.
The days passed, and Damon lived peacefully in the forest, enjoying the company of his mate. They had a litter of cubs, all healthy and adorable. Damon's life as a lion was complete. He had a mate, cubs, food, and shelter. He was happy.