I went into the long, rectangular room, passing orderly lines of equipment and the padded mats laid out for floor work or boxing. My strained expression reflected back at me from the mirrors lining one wall. A few werelions were on the machines, working out with earbuds in. They looked surprised to see me but when they realized it was only me, they grinned a greeting at me then went back to their exercise.
The free weights and benches were in the back corner, but I wasn't after those either. I just needed to move mindlessly; get some of this anxiety out of my muscles. I flicked on one of the numerous televisions that hung from the ceiling then settled on a recumbent bike. I'd zone out, sweat a bit, and hopefully rid myself of this tension at the same time. I started peddling.
I was about fifteen minutes in and sweating like a marathon runner when I noticed the strange undercurrent in the room. The air felt thick, heavy. I breathed in and was hit with a punch of lion musk that made my lioness sit up and purr. My eyes widened and swiveled to the side. The Intare who'd been working out had climbed off their machines and pulled the earbuds from their ears. They stood about ten feet away from me; shoulders hunched, rapid breaths lifting their glistening chests, and stares fastened on me as if I were prey. Their arousal hit me like a sledgehammer and made my head spin. My peddling slowed to a stop. I stared at my lions, not even registering their names, only that they were mine. Six of them in total.
My mind whispered horrible things to me. How I could easily handle six men; I have before. And don't they look delicious? Oh, the things I could do with them. They're mine; why not? I could spread the blond one beneath me and ride those luscious lips as I took the brunette's cock in my mouth. I could practically feel it running over my tongue and taste the salty flavor of his excitement. My skin ran hot with shivers as I stood, my gaze tracking the beads of sweat running down the blond lion's chest.
I could feel each of them down the magical cords that connected us. The Intare needed my magic to survive. They needed me to sustain them. And I needed them. It was a fair exchange, wasn't it? My lioness purred inside my chest and rolled. Her fur tickled my breasts from the inside out. Her tail whipped the back of my thighs, urging me on. I ran my hands over my hardening nipples and then clenched my breasts tightly.
“Tima,” one of them groaned. I think his name was Kieran. He was dark-haired and blue-eyed and had a body that I wanted to lick slowly. Everywhere. “I can't stop myself.”
I licked my lips as Kieran slid his shorts down, his long member popping free. It was bigger than I liked, but I'm a goddess; I could handle a little stretching, couldn't I? Keiran started stroking himself as he inhaled deeply. His breath came out on a rumble. I could practically see the pheromones riding the air. His whole body shivered, and mine mimicked his in sympathy. This was the workout I needed to relieve my tension. Ride a lion, not a bike, Vervain. I slid my hand down the waistband of my leggings and into my panties. I was slick with need. The first stroke made me tremble. I started rubbing furiously, my stare fastened on Keiran's cock.
“Fuck,” another man groaned and dropped to his knees. This one had skin like dark chocolate and eyes that promised a thousand delights. “Help us, Tima. You need to command us to leave or we'll all take you.”
“I can't,” I whispered as I stared at the enormous bulge in his shorts. “I don't know how.”
“Oh, sweet mercy,” the blonde murmured. “She smells so fucking good.” He yanked his shirt off and started for me. “I can't fight it anymore.”
He had nearly reached me when Viper stepped into the room.
“There you are,” Viper exclaimed merrily. “I wanted to show... you...” he trailed off as he looked around. “What the fuck?!” He roared.
It snapped me and the men out of our lust fog. I yanked my hand out of my pants with a horrified cry, and Kieran pulled up his shorts as a flush rose over his face. The other men stared from Viper to me with wide, horrified eyes.
“I'm so sorry, Tima,” Kieran stammered. “It was your scent. The sweat made it stronger. I'm sorry!” He ran out of the room.
“What the fuck is going on?” Viper asked again.
“Tima was working out,” Leo, a werelion from Africa who had been one of the first members of the Pride, said as he worked to calm his breathing. “She started sweating. Her pheromones hit us.
