The Best Christmas Food - A new adventure of sumpas25 // First part - The Savanna of Serengeti

First part - The Serengeti Savanna

"Observe how the two lionesses tear apart the buffalo's body with their powerful fangs and claws, beginning their feast in this ruthless natural world."

I swallowed the piece of croissant with difficulty and apprehension, holding the rest of the pastry in my hand, unable to avoid staring at the 70-inch 4K resolution screen in the bar, as the powerful beast became the prey of the fierce jungle queens. I had stopped to have breakfast that misty morning in Santiago de Compostela at a bar that, with the intention of imparting culture to the attendees, had the National Geographic channel on. The beautiful high-resolution images showed the brutality of nature and, ultimately, who we really are, despite our pretensions of civilization. The images did not calm me down at all, but rather the opposite, because later that morning my fate might not be so different from that of the horned animal.

My nervousness was not unjustified. My suffering readers will recall that the wonderful Perla, a beautiful trans prostitute with a horse's cock, had completely possessed me previously, even giving me her Three Pearls, which I enjoyed infinitely. The fact is that my submission to her since that glorious day had been such that now Perla considered me her more or less permanent slave, because we do not live in the same city, and she had been kind enough to offer to meet me a few days before Christmas to do to me what she called "um presente muito especial, gordinho meu" with her wonderful Brazilian accent. In the bar, I was having breakfast and killing time, thinking about how I was going to be devoured by such a fierce lioness.

That's why, when I heard the sound of my mobile phone receiving a message, I almost spilled my coffee with milk, which I had already drunk halfway, and still with the impression of feeling fangs on my buffalo hump, I stretched out my hand to the device, and consulting its screen, I found these words: "Fat whore, come here at 12 o'clock". Such kind words, of course, I did not think of disobeying. The lioness had roared, and I would attend without hesitation.

Walking through the streets of Santiago, I felt cold, the morning was misty and unpleasant. The Christmas lights were not turned on at these hours, a certain festive atmosphere floated in the air, but I felt, as I always do when I go to see Perla, as if I were heading to a different world, a world where I was going to be fucked to the soul, and where my submission desires were going to become a reality. Perla was doing me this great favor, this Christmas gift, which I still didn't know what it was, but coming from her, whatever it was, this gift, I say, she was giving me out of appreciation for me, a fat submissive who doesn't deserve a deity like her. Giving thanks to God for my luck, I headed to the home of the goddess.

I arrived at that portal, went up to the floor, and that door, which I knew so well,...