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A Vision of Devotion

For Rayoelgatubelo

By Draconicon

Naguiba Zafarelotta Qawwi was on a quest. What that quest was, the lioness did not know, but she knew that it was vital to herself and her faith. Her feet found their path in the sand, and she followed it, her arms slowly swinging back and forth at her sides.

The desert was not the same as the savannah, and she did not find it easy to walk through the sand and the dunes. She rose and fell among them, at times losing her footing and tumbling headlong through the grains for a time, but she always rose again despite the battering and bruising impacts. The lioness would not stop until she found her destination.

It was a strange feeling to be so driven. She seldom felt this way in her 'normal' life, teaching those that took her class and those that were interested in the ancient histories of the world. She took to it with a will, of course, but that did not mean that she had the same drive there that she did here.

No, this was different. This was better.

She groaned every so often as her feet found the burning patches of sand that held the sun's heat more than the rest of the desert, hissing through her fangs as she felt the burning sun searing her through the ground as well as through her fur. No matter how well-suited a lion was to the heat, she was still a werelioness, not a feral, and she had changed enough to make it difficult for her to find her way forward.

Yet, she persevered. Something called her onwards, and she refused to be repelled by the pain and the difficulties before her.

Bit by bit, the lioness passed through the empty desert, following the sun in the sky. It seemed like it had been there for days, never setting, never fading from her vision. She didn't know why it was constantly burning, or why the hours didn't seem to pass, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the distant goal.

Slowly, she started to see it in the distance. Something golden, something that reflected the light of the sun and drew her eye to it again and again. She didn't know what it was, but Naguiba knew that it had to be her destination.

She turned from the sun's path, following instead the glinting gold, seeing it as the tease, the finish line that she had to reach. One step after another, the lioness followed it, despite the way that the sun seared her back and tormented her for being different, for choosing to follow something beside the great golden orb.

However, there was something to that thing in the distance that brought her comfort. Something that eased her. Something that guided her. She reached out her hand, and slowly, she grew closer.

An oasis took form before her, and she almost collapsed as she reached its borders. The feeling of soft mud beneath her feet was such a comfort compared to the burning sands, but she knew that there was more. There was something, someone, at the center of the oasis that she had to meet, someone that would bring a climax to this. Someone that would explain it.

She rose to her feet once more, walking through the mud, almost slipping on it several times as it squelched between her toes. The lioness reached the water, but rather than leaping in, she reached down and cupped it to her fingers. She washed one paw, then the other, not bringing the filth with her to the water.

Then, she jumped in.

The lioness gasped at the cold, another test, another push against her. She swam through it, feeling her arms chilling already, feeling her body fading. She was so cold, so...so alone in the water.

The only thing that drew her forward through the chills and the pain was that golden light. She could have turned to the sun, could have turned to the heated orb in the distance, but it would have been giving in, leaving behind that which she needed, that which she had chosen to devote herself to. She would not do that. She could never do that.

So, Naguiba swam. She swam across the waters of the oasis, heading for the island in the center. She found the sand, dragged herself in soaked state from the waters, and looked up.

There, in golden regalia and darkened fur, was the goddess herself. Bast, the great cat goddess, with narrowed muzzle and staring eyes, soft breasts and gently spread thighs. The goddess of all werecats, the one that looked down on them from the heavens and guided them through the night. She was the mistress of all, and the one that so many in the modern day had forgotten.

Naguiba lowered her head to the earth, whispering prayers that did not make sense even to her, but the goddess reached down. Her tail curled along the lioness's muzzle, gently dragging her head from the sands.

"You sought me out, even when any other path would have been easier."

"You deserve worship, and remembrance."

"The path to me is hard. You could have turned back at the waters. You could have stayed on the shore."

"To do that would have been to turn my back on you, goddess. I would have forgotten you, and forgotten myself."

"Then come to me, and let me reward your faith."

The goddess gestured, and the reclining chair she had became a bed, a bed of great cushions and a mattress that was filled with the feathers of their prey. She sighed in comfort as she was brought onto the mattress, her eyes closing to slits as she felt the gentle, powerful fingers of her goddess upon her, as she savored the feeling of those claws running through her fur. Yes, it was dangerous, and it was impossible, but it was nonetheless comforting to her after so long in the desert.

She did not fight as her thighs were spread, nor did she complain of the roughness when those fingers stroked along her sex. She spread her legs willingly, offering herself to the goddess, and she moaned as she felt the digits of the great cat goddess slide inside of her.

"Ah...ah..."

"You have given yourself many times. It is a pleasure to see that my creations are still so desired," Bast whispered.

"You made us in perfection. We cannot be anything less than worshiped, just as you should still be."

"You flatter me, my devoted one."

"I believe in you, I believe in all that you are."

"Then let me reward that belief."

There was little that the lioness could do besides grab her thighs and pull them up and back, her ankles reaching almost back to her head. She shivered as she felt those fingers sliding in and out, in and out, and she knew that they were slowly opening her up. The goddess was gentle with her claws, but now and then they touched parts of her that she didn't even know existed. Her depths were explored to a degree that they hadn't been since that one werehorse had touched her.

But that was then, and this was now, and Bast was a better lover, by far.

The dark-furred mau leaned over her, swinging her legs along so that those slender calves pressed against the sides of her head. The goddess reached back, shifting her skirt up and over her rump, exposing holes that looked as well-bred as her own had become. Bast had long since preached that to be a werecat was to be fertile and eager, and that was a teaching that seemed to be quite true.

The goddess lowered her hips, bringing them down over the feline's face, and the werelioness dragged her tongue along the folds that she was presented with. She moaned as she tasted the juices that were slowly dripping from them, arched her back against the fingers that still worked into her depths, still teased her.

Bit by bit, she could feel herself being brought to the crest of her pleasure. She moaned, slowly reaching up and daring to take hold of Bast's hips, bringing that slippery sex down against her lips. Her tongue parted them, sliding inside, seeing the places of pleasure that she had learned from other women, other species that were so willing to give her a chance.

The few moans that she heard told her that she was doing a good job, but she hoped to do more than good. She hoped to give Bast something that no other follower was good enough to do.

She dragged her tongue up and down those outer lips, teasing them, forcing them to spread. She made sure that she dragged her tongue towards the clit, circled it, and then pulled back along the spread sex, sliding inside for a moment before dragging it back out. She took her time, making sure to hit all those special, happy places.

In, out, in, out, in, out. She did not stop. She could not stop. Not while Bast was giving her the same pleasure.

Naguiba moaned as she felt those fingers be joined by that tongue, licking right over her clit and giving her that same rough, rasping pleasure that teased the hood back and gave her more along her clit. She moaned under her breath, biting her lips every now and then as she felt those fingers curl, hitting her g-spot and then making her shiver from head to toe. Her toes curled into the bed, and her sex twitched, clenched, shivered around those eager digits. The feeling that they gave her was beyond anything that any mortal lover had ever bestowed upon her.

They shifted positions ever so slightly, and she was pushed from licking the goddess's sex to licking her other hole. It was not taboo for them, not in the way that it might have been for other cultures. Instead, it was pleasure, something that they could share with one another, something that they might enjoy.

She dragged her tongue along the pink, wrinkled flesh of that rosebud, feeling it pushing out ever so slightly, loosening for her. Naguiba stuck her tongue against it more firmly, feeling it giving before her tongue, sliding in ever so slightly. She pushed again, then pulled back, then again -

A warm, clean bitterness touched her tongue as she pushed in again. There was no filth, but rather a simple warmth that came from that part of the body. Bast moaned, pausing in her fingering, and she felt the goddess sit back. She was buried beneath the goddess's rump, her head cupped by that slender tail that teased the back of her head.

"You would do anything for your goddess, Naguiba?"

"Mmm..."

"Then you will be rewarded."

The goddess laid her hands over the lioness's crotch, and suddenly, a tingle beyond anything that she had ever felt began to build. It was like the feeling of a vibrating wand, but a hundred times better. She gasped, arching her back, but it did nothing to relieve the build-up that was growing down there.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Naguiba could no longer bring herself to hold the other woman's hips, no longer tell herself to tilt her head back and lick. All she could do was hold onto the bed, onto reality itself, as the pleasure of the goddess began to burn through her.

It was somehow the feeling of being filled and licked at the same time, of being bred while also dominating the one doing it. She could feel the grinding, sliding thrusts of a male between her leg, while at the same time, she was completely conscious of a feeling of being licked down there, as if she had straddled her male's face.

How...how...

Lick, thrust, squelch. Her toes curled again, her legs bending, her body contorting. She couldn't handle the building pleasure, yet it did not go away. She could feel her entire body shaking, her eyes rolling back in their sockets.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

"Cum, my follower...cum, and be rewarded..."

"AH!"

Naguiba arched her back, and when she did, she felt the world go white. Pleasure consumed her like lightning across the plains, setting everything afire as the rivers rose high. Her river certainly did, and the smell of her own squirt chased her into darkness. The last things she saw were her goddess's glowing eyes.

The werelioness woke up in her own bed, the sheets just starting to dry and harden from her squirting. She stared up at the ceiling as she slowly came back to reality, looking left, right, and then down.

...It happened.

There was no mark on her, no evidence that it had been anything but a dream, but it felt so powerful, so full of faith, that she had no doubt that she had been given a dream vision by her goddess.

I will honor her...

Naguiba slowly rolled her legs out of bed, and she shivered as she realized that she was still shaky from the dream orgasm. Her vision was fuzzy, and it took more than a little effort to make her way down the hall to the shower. She wanted to wait, to enjoy the feeling of pleasure that still lingered, but she knew that there wasn't time.

For a teacher, there was never time.

As she turned on the water, keeping it cold, she imagined what would happen the next time that she fell asleep. Would she see Bast again? Would that reward come a second time? Would there be something more for her in the future?

She didn't know, but she knew that she was willing to keep trying, and keep worshiping the cat goddess. Eventually, her questions would be answered, and her pleasure would come again.

Glory to Bast, she thought, stepping into the water and letting out a string of expletives. Furred or not, that was COLD!

The End

Summary: Naguiba, a devoted follower of Bast and a were-lioness besides, goes to an oasis to see her goddess.

Tags: F/F, feline, mau, lioness, were-feline, were, oral, fingering, orgasm, forced orgasm, squirting, 69, rimming, ass worship, worship, nudity, desert, oasis, dream,