Concrete Jungle: King of the beasts
Summary: Buying a hybrid was not what you had in mind when you asked for independence. Sylus didnât like humans but his owner was the exception.
Subjects: Albino lion Hybrid!Sylus x F!Reader
Word count: 4.1k+
Content Warnings: Hybrid AU, smut, owner reader, kissing, cunnilingus, P in V, breeding, cnc if u squint really hard, biting, textured tongue. Use of words like predator/prey, cunt, pussy, kitten. Not edited and no beta.
A.N: I learned that big cats canât purr and I was so disappointed. Oh, wellâŠ.ah! I might do one for each li. k bye đ
âAre you sure, I need one?â Youâve asked your parents that question for the umpteenth time.
âYes, a hybrid is a good caretaker and it would make us feel better knowing one is protecting you.â Your father answered with a tired smile, understanding your uneasiness but they werenât going to change their mind.
Moving out and finally becoming independent was just one step away from happening. Your parents were against it at first. Coming from money means someone will always be after your trail, danger and they had overprotected you, their only daughter since⊠well, even before you were born. They werenât able to have natural children so you were conceived through artificial methods. Which, according to your parents, was a whole ordeal and suffering. Details that you rather not know.
It was time, though, to deep your toes into a world of your own. You wanted freedom for once. No dozens of bodyguards, no tracking devices and no fear of the unknown.
The part of convincing your parents was hard. No, after no, after no. Until, the head of security, taking pity on you, suggested buying a hybrid for you. Not just any hybrid; one specially made to protect and serve.
Now it was your turn to profoundly refuse. Everyone had one and those who didnât, desired one⊠like some kind of accessory. It sickened you and besides, you didnât want another responsibility. You wanted your own life! Not taking care of some⊠dog? Cat? Fish?
In the end, you had no other choice but to agree and here you were, in some facility. Breeding facility? Training? You didnât care enough to pay attention, honestly.
Walking behind your parents in an all-white hall, smelling like antiseptic and gagging at the chemical sensation in your throat, you started to notice how the white walls began to turn into cages. Placards hung in the walls near the tinted glass and steel bars of the cages with descriptions of the⊠hybrids?
Looking up from the labels, you finally realized you no longer were alone. Each cell was occupied by humanoid-shaped shadows. The tint of the reinforced glass obstructed your vision but it was clear they were there.
So lost in your thoughts, you didnât realize a couple of strangers had joined your family. Paying a bit more attention to their chatter, you concluded they were doctors or scientists from this facility. They were explaining something about their products and that it was the best the market could offer. You frowned at their words. It was like you were buying a car⊠they even explained the insurance policy.
âAnd this specimen, right here, is our finest hybrid!â One of the men talking to your parents loudly explained.
You stepped closer to the placard and read the few words it contained. âAlbino Lion Hybrid (Panthera leo Hybrid, large cat family Felidae). Apex predator (no natural enemy known). Renowned king of the beasts. More active at night. Preferable habitats: grassland, dense scrub, savanna, and open woodland. Nomadic male.â
Your eyes widened once your brain processed the information. This was no guard dog or house cat. Before you could utter a complaint about how obnoxious this all was, the tinted glass cleared and you were looking straight into a pair of scarlet eyes.
Sylus almost laughed at the face of the female standing outside his cell. The little mouse seemed in shock to see him there. What was she expecting? Where else would he be? If not caged and on display hereâ absurd, he thought. All humans that came here, came for one thing and one thing only; to purchase a wild species, a unique breed to flaunt to their peers. Sylus continuously thought about how weird these humans behaved in society. Their hierarchy dynamics were messed up and he despised that.
You felt his eyes mocking you, such deep red and the only thing you could feel was irritation. Frowning, you turned your head and left him. See how he likes grouching on his own.
Once you were a few steps away, the scientists or doctors stared at the red-eyed big cat hybrid with wonder and⊠respect? This place was bonkers, you thought to yourself.
âSo this is the one?â Your mother asked and marveled at the sight of the lion hybrid. White-silver hair, large, powerful presence, and sharp features.
âYes, maâam. Our best subject. Well trained in all the aspects you requested and fairly knowledgeable which is hard to come by with these beats.â
Hearing all that gave you stomach reflux, the acidity burning your esophagus. Your dam was about to break and all your pent-up feelings would end up costing you your freedom if it wasnât for the red-eyed hybrid. He knocked on the glass and you jumped, startled. You were surprised, he even beckoned you with a finger and again, surprised now with yourself, you automatically obeyed.
It was like a trance. A hypnotic daze of sorts. Both met face to face once again, only separated by the reinforced glass. For a moment you were distracted, the outburst you were about to have laid dormant in the back of your head.
What is thisâŠ? Sylus couldnât help but feel a sense of familiarity. Thatâs why he was so close to the glass earlier too. He couldnât see the other side a while ago but something was pulling him there. The whole day he felt restless and on guard as if something resonated within him.
Could this beâ
âAh! Marvelous! Look! They are already interested in each other! Sylus is not showing any signs of hostility or repulsionâŠâ a different scientist exclaimed with eagerness, interrupting whatever connection you had with Sylus at that moment.
Not many words were needed to convince your parents after that show you and Sylus put up. Papers were signed, money transferred and a very confused Sylus was sedated and prepared for shipment.
The big city. Polluted air, noisy streets twenty-four hours a day, and hybrids everywhere. Most people carried one; a human with some animal characteristics, and now you were one of them too. Sylus was scheduled to arrive in a few minutes. All the things you would need to care for him were already in your apartment and even his paperwork. Name, birth, permits and you; listed as his owner.
The melodic tune of your ring bell announced the dreaded moment. You knew Sylus would be escorted here and that most of the traveling time he would have been sedated, but still the long distance between your new home and the facility he was kept in was almost six hours away. You feared a big grumpy cat.
Oh boy⊠grumpy was an understatement. He didnât look happy. The moment he stepped foot in and all the straps holding him were taken off, he waited for the delivery people to disappear and he pounced. Surprisingly not on you. He went through all your stuff. According to the guide you received he was scenting. He went through your whole house; rubbing, scratching and overall making a mess.
âStop! Hey, hmm⊠Sylus? You donât have to scent my clothes.â You tried talking to him but he was not interested in your opinion, apparently. He just glanced at you and kept doing whatever he was doing before, like you were the one, not understanding. You had to snatch your underwear from his closed fist in a panic.
He went nonverbal for a week. A week! You were going insane. Yes, he obeyed. Yes, he was extremely independent and didnât cause any more commotion besides the panty situation on the first day. But God⊠he was extremely quiet. It wasnât until you commanded him to that you realized you should have read the manual until the last page; not only the summary.
âSylus! Say something!â You demanded; going insane was not in your plans for the foreseeable future. They never told you he was mute or anything of that nature.
âIs there anything you need from me, my lady?â His deep and slow voice had your heart leaping out from your chest.
You just stood there, gaping and looking at him like you couldnât believe he was able to make a sound. Yeah, not even his steps produced sounds. Sylus examined his human with a gleam of humor in his sapphire eyes. This face was a common one for her and he found it⊠almost endearing. It reminded him of the first time you two met.
âYou can talkâŠâ you whispered low and saw how his fluffy round, and white ears twitched. âYou can talk!â Again, you exclaimed, pointing a finger at him in disbelief. âWhy havenât you said anything before?!â
âI wasnât allowed to,â he calmly explained. That mischievous twinkle in his eyes never left, âmy owner never requested me to do so until now.â
And thatâs how you spend almost three days reading the darn manuals with a now very talkative feline.
You found that Sylus was more than just a pet. He could cook, clean and even force you to exercise which ended up backfiring. You couldnât keep up with his supposedly healthy routine. A healthy lifestyle means a happy owner, and you would curse under your breath every time he repeated it.
In general, you were happy, he seemed happy and living with him was easier than you thought. Quickly, you two began to build a bond and it was a matter of time before he began to realize why it had been so easy to adapt to this human. His human which is how he referred to you.
Following the manual, you always made sure to have everything Sylus would need. Even his heats. At first, you tried to get him a heat partner and it was a mess. More like you were a mess. Even Sylus was surprised at how you ended up kicking out the poor rental gazelle hybrid in less than five minutes. You didnât understand what took over you to be so⊠overprotective.
Oh, but Sylus was not complaining. Watching you almost declare war in his name gave him a deep satisfaction. So much so that he accepted to take suppressants for the time being.
After that incident, things began to change drastically. Sylus in return became a bit more aggressive towards any living creature that was in less than a mile radius of you. Growling, pushing, and even wrapping you with his tail and pulling you towards his body anytime he felt you were in danger. Yeah, you were in so much danger from the tube man⊠that air dancing balloon from the car wash a couple of blocks away.
âIt can be that badâŠâ you took hold of his arm around your waist in a reassuring manner.
Heâs been walking with you in his hold since you crossed paths with the inflatable dancing man.
âIt has erratic movements. You never know what he might do next.â
Yeah, it was a recurring situation.
Yeah, he was prepared for everything and anything. Well, except one morning when his nose woke him up.
A sweet intoxicating scent traveled through his nostrils and shook him awake. He felt his mouth water, his canines aching, and his eyes turning into thin lines. The predator in him had been disturbed and its awakening meant trouble.
In all his years in captivity, he had never felt such hunger. Something was clawing in his chest, desperate to come out, each intake of air was pulling his sanity deeper and deeper while the monster surfaced.
Like any good hunter, he let his nose guide him through the house. Following such an intoxicating aroma took him to your door. There he stoodâelaborated breathing, sharp fingers encrusted on his palms searching for restrain. You were inside; sleeping soundly in the early hours of the morning. He could hear your soft breathing mixing with his wildly beating heart. Knowing you werenât aware of the predator outside your door sent a jolt of excitement through his body. Easy prey.
Was it you? Were you the one producing such⊠inebriant aroma? Why?
He took the handle with a death grip, his rational side fighting against instinct. He felt the urge to hunt, pursue, chase⊠this⊠this aroma and make it his own. With an internal battle raging inside him, Sylus felt the door weighed heavy on his palm, the handle burned, but he still stepped in.
His eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room, it made no difference to him that you slept in complete darkness; his ruby-red eyes could see just fine. Then, his gaze focused on your sleeping form, little movement from your steady breathing and you had no idea that a hungry predator stood at the foot of your bed.
But Sylus didnât move, didnât pounce on you like he wanted. Torn between instinct and duty, he was frozen in place, sweating and overwhelmed with indecision. Your scent was clouding his every sense, making it even more difficult to do the right thing. It was like time had stopped and the only thing on his mind was the palpitations in his groin for even letting his skin touch the hair surrounding you.
What was the right thing? He asked himself. Neckâcracking as his body suddenly shuddered in pain, Sylus was holding himself back by a fine thread.
He couldnât. He wouldnât. You were not like his kind who would accept mating just because of a sudden heat. You were human and he had that fact ingrained into his mind. With a whimper of pain and trepidation, Sylus walked over to the side of your bed; every step was excruciating for the hybrid. Once he reached the edge, he did like every other night shared with you. Sylus, silently whining, laid beside you and wrapped his arms tightly, but this time he kept a generous distance between his hips and your back.
He was not a mindless beast. Not to you.
âSylus⊠I canât breatheâŠâ you donât know when, you donât know how, but Sylus always ended up sleeping on top of you like a weighted blanket. âSylus!â
âYou donât wanna know what I did to the last person who woke me up.â Each word came with a little slur at the end, he was barely waking up. No a second goes by and you felt his spiked tongue grooming the nape of your neck and soft growls shaking your whole body.
âSomeoneâs happy today, hmmm?â You asked in a short breath, reaching for his round and fluffy ear. As you scratched, you heard the deep grumbles of satisfaction increasing.
âSmells goodâŠâ
You felt him sniffing all over your chest, deeply inhaling, moving his head downwards. Sylus pulled your covers in a hasty manner and kept descending. Your eyes widened as you realized where he was going and your feet quickly stopped him; placing them on his shoulder and chest.
âSy-Sylus! S-stop!â Your hands joined your legs and feet, placing your palms on his mouth and the rest of his face. âWhat do youââ
You stopped mid question as you felt a bit of moisture in between your legs. In a panic, your mind counted the weeks since you moved in and you have forgotten to make an appointment for your birth control replacement⊠which meant you must be ovulating. How could you forget? Itâs been weeks! With everything happening after moving, getting Sylus and adapting to the new city. You had completely forgottenâŠ
A muffled sound came from behind your palm and then a rough tongue pushed against your skin. You slowly retracted your arm, looking at him with apologetic eyes. It was your fault, after all.
âI was saying that you seem to be in need of assistance,â he uttered, arching an eyebrow at your saddened face.
His heavy body was pressing against the sole of your feet, your legs kept him at bay and it surprised you how⊠physically insistent he was being.
âWhat do you mean?â You quickly replied, feigning ignorance and he seemed to know your every trick because his first reaction was to give you one of those salacious smiles of his.
âYou canât exactly lie to my nose, kitten.â He almost growled every word, sending shivers through your body. âYouâre fertile.â
Before you could even utter a word to contradict his truth, his hands brushed the back of your raised legs for then his fingers gently tapped your skin. You let out a squeak of surprise and swiftly moved your legs, thus giving him an opportunity to nestle in between your thighs.
âIf youâre making fun of me, itâs not funny,â you rebuked, but even as you said that the pressure and sudden ache in your lower regions began to increase with the proximity and weight of Sylus.
âIâm not.â He chuckled and it reverberated down your tummy, sending deep palpitations through your core, âyou didnât read the whole manual yet, now did you?â His finger gently tugged your chin, making you stare right into his crimson orbs.
âNoâŠâ you sheepishly mumbled, embarrassed of being found again and your lack of knowledge about some stuff still in the encyclopedia-like book you were given.
âGive me the order and I will deliver, Kitten.â He whispered, eyes calling for your surrender. Sylus was pushing the right buttons by being so close, touching you, and having you cornered right where he wanted you.
âYou meanâŠâ voicing your hesitation didnât deter him from destroying your inhibitions, brick by brick. His eyes were hypnotizing, he would give you anything you wanted and you knew you would be safe, right?
He had you caged between his body and the bed, your mind going a mile per second and your heart racing just as fast. No, he wasnât moving an inch more and you knew he wouldnât unless you said so.
âOkayâŠâ you sighed finally removing a burden from your shoulders, âh-help me.â You wanted him to alleviate your aching.
âAs you wish, Kitten.â
Not soon had those words left his lips, he was on you. You felt the heaviness of the impact of his lips on you. He had seemed calm while talking but his actions spoke differently. Sylusâ kiss was demanding, fiery even. His tongue took no time to slip in between your abused lips, delivering tentative licks to yours; as if tasting and enjoying you.
He kept his low throaty snarls flowing over your body, crushing you against the sheets. You could taste him too, wild, intense, so Sylus. Two bodies lay in the bed, limbs intertwined. Sylus hands traveled up your body, fingers gripping at anything he could find, your moans being greedily swallowed.
His tail kept a steady thumping behind him, lulling you deeper into his embrace. You would let him do anything, be anything if it meant this fire ignited in your chest would never cease to exist.
Sylus grasped the back of your head, fisting strands of your hair for him to pull back and expose your neck to his aching teeth. He felt euphoria ran through his veins as soon as his pearl whites connected with your tender skin. A growl and the stinging stab on your neck made you gasp, hands gripping his collar to bring him even closer as if that was possible.
In a hurry, his other hand began to tear away your pajamas as his teeth continued to gnaw almost painfully at your throat.
In a blink of an eye, you were lifted and bent. Your face harshly met the warmth of pillows. Gone were your clothes. In what moment exactly? You donât recall and you didnât really care at that moment.
âI knew itâ fuckâ the moment I saw you, I knew it.â Sylus rasped out, breath suddenly hitting your nude backside. âThis was mine before you even knew it.â
He suddenly lifted your hips, exposing your dripping core to his crimson gaze. You whimpered as the cold hair hit you, hands gripping the bedsheets, and thatâs all you could see. Your own fist and abundant white.
âSy-Sylus!â You shrieked.
Your exposed pussy was invaded by his mouth, and a low vibrating sound joined. His bumpy tongue lapped eagerly, the texture making you mewl and tremble as you unconsciously tried to pull away. Now the chuffing sound changed to a growl of displeasure, his hands quickly moved to your lower tummy and pressed you back against his awaiting lips.
A mess, a wet and sloppy mess. Thatâs what Sylus was, still holding your body against his face. He couldnât care less about anything other than your flavor and sounds overtaking his entire being. He slurped, nipped and spit back in just to repeat it all over again.
It took no time to have you trashing and shaking on his grip, cuming on his face, the chuffing sounds intensifying with your moaning.
Skin on skin, no clothes separating him from you, you didnât register when he freed his body of them. Too lost to care, too much at once to have a sense of anything other than Sylus.
âYou take me so well⊠My kittenâmade for meâŠâ he growled as he slipped every inch of him. Your warm walls protested at the intrusion as he mounted you.
Pinning you down, chest pressed against your back and your face shoved into your drool-stained pillows.
âIf you keep struggling, kitten⊠Iâ fuck, fuckâ youâre making it really hard to hold backâ he groaned as his eyes zoomed in on your head trashing and shaking. The predator in him just looming around the corner, his female ready for the taking.
âItâs too big!â Your scream was muffled by the pillow. As your wailing reached his ears, his cock throbbed and released a few ropes of white.
âYouâre being so good, kitten. Just a⊠bit longerâŠâ Sylus sighed with pleasure as the creaminess made it easier to thrust into you. Incessantly, hitting that spongy spot, making you cry out as you felt more burning cum filling you up. Both breathless, both panting and an arrange of noises filled the room.
âI feel so full! Sylus! I canât!â Tears streamed down your face at how bloated you felt, but he kept pushing and bursting inside you. One after the other; face down you had no other option but to take it.
âNot full enoughâ you need moreâŠâ hips slamming into you, the squelching sound of your insides consuming the silenceâ him bottoming out again and again. âMy cunt⊠will only have my cubsâŠâ
Youâre not sure how long it was, you were in and out. Lost a daze, being shoved, pressed and pounded mercilessly⊠Sylus voice swirled through your mushy brainâ satisfaction, and ecstasy running wild through both of your bodies.
Blinking once, twice. You felt heavy and your foggy vision wasnât helping. You still felt the aftermath of it all. Legs sporadically spamming, lower tummy so heavy and sore.
âYou⊠came so muchâŠâ you whispered in between breaths. His cum was dripping from your tender hole, rapidly pooling on the bed. âWhy?â
He shrugged, as he caressed your cheek.
âA lionâs thing,â he mumbled softly, pulling you closer and gently holding you.
The rest of the day you were spent. Too exhausted to do anything else. Sylus bathed you, changed the bedding, brought you drinks and food, and gave you the darn manual to finish it for once.
âSylus!â You slapped his naked chest with indignation. âHere,â you pointed to an article you highlighted, âit says that lion hybrids can copulate for two to three days? Two hundred times in succession? Are you insane?â That explains a lot.
âI am just waiting for you to rest, humans are more delicate than I thought. Weâre not moving from this room.â He deadpanned.
Your expression fell as his eyes seemed to show how serious he was being.
âI read that lionesses bite the maleâs ballsack when they are upset or something,â you grinned wickedly. âI will do that if you donât behave!â
âI wouldnât oppose, sweetie.â He goaded. Your smile slowly faded as your threat was not working as planned. âSo⊠I see you are feeling more⊠energetic.â
You threw a pillow at him before he pounced on you.
Ah, yes⊠a gentle protector a trusted guardian, but a beast on the sheets.
