After sparring (by Oklen Dhal)

The gray lion's muzzle bounced to the side as the captain's right hook reached it. The younger male fell to his knees, the force of the blow turned him back to Galen. He leaped to the fallen opponent and pinned him to the ground, locking his right arm behind the back.

"You're doing better and better, little bro." Galen wiped his bleeding nose with the fist, ignoring the defeated growls. "I almost had to make an effort."

The captain of the guard freed his opponent from the iron grip and rose with a grunt, only to fall under the rock next to him. For a few moments the only sound was the heavy breathing of both warriors. Both males were bruised and glistening with sweat, and even though the gray lion looked much worse, it was clear that the fight wasn't that one-sided.

"Ghhhh ... I almost had you, Captain." Groaned the defeated and rolled over on his back, wiping his forehead, where drops of sweat mingled with a trickle of blood.

"Poor little Oklen, still doesn’t know how to lose." Galen laughed out loud, ignoring the stings of pain in his bruised ribs. "It reminds me that you owe me ..."

He licked his face and made a suggestive up and down motion with fist. It had become their little tradition that after sparring, the loser would jerk off the winner. And Galen always won.

Oklen also laughed, shaking his mane. The smaller lion moved closer to him and placed hand on his thigh. Galen gasped, his swollen manhood pressing even harder against the material of his pants, bulging for some time.

"Mhrrr ... potent as always." One move from Oklen and Galen sighed in relief. His cock, freed of his pants, tensed upright. He was shivering and dripping pre, no sex for three days and intense sparring, it was way than enough for captain to make him think about only one thing right now.

Perhaps that was why he did not notice the movement of Oklen's other hand and growled in surprise as stone columns emerged from the rock behind him in a serpentine movement. Grasping him by the fists, they lifted them up and held them immobile above the lion's head.

"What the fuck !?" Galen jerked, but flexing his tired muscles changed nothing. "Oklen, you fucking geomancer, set me free!" He ended the last sentence with a roar of anger.

But the smaller lion was not bothered by the thunderous roar or the angry looking muzzle of his captain. Instead, he ran hand over his hovering chest and the tensed abdominal muscles of the larger male. Galen hissed, his abs were badly bruised from the fight.

"Hush, Captain. You won fair and square, you are about to receive your prize. Consider it a bonus ..."

"Youuu ..." Galen pressed on the restraints again, but sighed sharply and relaxed as Oklen's hand embraced his manhood.

"Shhhh ... don't try to control the situation for once ..." Oklen began to make steady hand movements, causing Galen's cock to jolt violently, as more abundant stream of pre flowed from its tip. He himself growled and tensed even more, the huge lion strained all his muscles, trembled with the effort, and when he was about to kick the impudent magion, he felt that a moment more and he will cum. This extra effort was enough to excite him even more. Panting loudly, he relaxed and tried to delay the climax. Meanwhile Oklen whispered in his ear.

"One word and I'll set you free. But I can see that the one down here likes it ..."

Galen shot him an angry look, then smiled with the confidence he was with.

"You magicians and your tricks ..." he panted.

"I see." Oklen smiled and resumed his hand movements, this time more intensely.

Galen gasped and tensed again. Gritting his teeth, he wanted to show Oklen that he was stronger than his spells ...

"RRROOOAAARRRRghhh!" A bass roar broke from the captain's jaws a second before climax. The huge lion stiffened, its enormous body involuntarily pressed against Oklen's hand. His thighs and buttocks shook, tossing his pelvis upwards. Abs and chest flexed to the limit, despite the pain of his bruised body. Even his fatigue-softened biceps tensed up once more, lifting him all over, the rock that held him cracked slightly around his wrists. Fatigue, the excitement of the fight and stimulation accumulated in that one second and ...

His manhood shot out in a thick, long stream of semen. The first spasm sent white jets far forward his exerted legs. Oklen continued to work on his cock and the pool of semen grew larger with each groan and jolt of the huge body. After a few minutes, the white eruption subsided, turning into lazy drops. After such intense orgasm, Galen was breathing heavily, hoarsely. A pink tongue dangled from his open mouth, and saliva dripped from between his teeth. The captain hung relaxed now, every muscle of his bruised body dripping with rivulets of hot sweat that glistened in the sun's rays.