Galla pulls her tail out of Palador's sex, now soaked in Palador's juices. She looked at her tripping tail for a moment, then looks down at the lionness below her, whose muzzle is still pressed closely against Galla's crotch. Galla scoots back a little bit and brings the tip of her tail to Palador's mouth. "Clean it", she commands.
Now mentally broken, Palador whimpers and opens her mouth, letting the sodden tail push into her mouth and instinctively uses her tongue to lick her own cum off the tail. She winces at at the taste of her own juices, which later is admittedly more pleasant than any other female she'd ever had. Galla laughs as she enjoys the feeling of the lionness's rough tongue massaging the tip of her tail, uses her paws to massage more juices out of her tail, making it flow down the length and straight into Palador's unwillingly waiting mouth. Palador's mouth is now completely full, with squirts of juices occassionaly shooting out of the gaps between her lips and the tail.
"Like how you taste?", teases Galla, "now you know why mother enjoyed you so much." She then commands Palador to swallow. Palador hesitates at first, but
soon complies, hoping the torment will end
Satisfied, Galla removes her tail, examines it, pulls it towards the back, grins, then shoves it back into Palador's vagina.