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Simba was busy occupying his time with trying to focus on his hunting tactics. The Savannah has been extremely hot this season and dry, but of course that never stopped the young lion for attempting to practice on his hunting. The young lion was crouched low to the ground, his eyes peering through the grassland as he took a deep breath and relaxed. His eyes looked around the area, trying to spot any form of prey. Of course since the ruling of King Scar had passed , prey was still slowly returning after the growth of the land revived from the harsh fires that destroyed most of his Kingdom.

The lion kept scanning the area before him, relaxing his entire body. He was trying to recall his memories of his father, Mufasa. The last King of Priderock before his Uncle brutally killed him in a stampede accident. The lion remembered his handsome father, nice muscles, firm body and a perfect voice of a true king. The sound of his voice echoed in Simba's memory. This caused a shudder to pass through his form, he felt his sheath starting to swell. The young lion blushed slightly to himself. He had to admit that when he was younger he had a hard crush on his father, a secret shame that he'd take to his grave. For once in his life he wished that his father was here now, so that he could express how he felt about him, truly felt about him of course.

The sexual desire of wanting to be mounted by his father was strong in Simba, but of course he always kept composure when he was around his father as a cub. But now that he was an adult and knew more about his body, he yearned for his father's love more than ever now. The young lion shed a tear from his eye as he then took a deep breath. No he had to focus on himself and what he was doing. He saw a gazelle in the distance, perfect practice. The gazelle was not focusing on anything in particular, outside of eating the fresh growth of grass. The plant eater kept munching on the grass as it then rose its head into the air, ears erect and standing up.

The gazelle sniffed the air curiously and then went back to eating the grass. Simba crouched lower and then moved forward toward the gazelle. He licked his chops; just the thought of sinking his fangs into that fresh meat was tempting him. But then something very peculiar happened. The wind began to rise, causing the grass to dance and sway. But what threw the young lion off guard was the fact that the wind had a voice.

'Simba' The voice called to him. 'Simba..."

The voice, it was familiar. The lion's ears perked and he lifted his head up and saw clouds forming in the skies, just like they did before when his father's spirit came to him to encourage him to return home. The lion got himself up, his hopes rising.

"Father?" He inquired curiously looking at the clouds as they began to shift and form a massive lion head. His father smirked wide at his son as then the clouds shifted and then dipped down from the skies. The clouds landed on the ground and began to form a full bodied male lion, a living male lion that stood right before him. The lion gasped slightly and he looked at his father.

"D...Dad?" He inquired looking at him baffled. He was confused and shocked.

"Yes son, it is me." Mufasa said with a deep voice that would spellbound anyone. The loin smirked wide at the young handsome son that was standing before him. He approached his son and wrapped his head around him and nuzzled him gently.

He was real, he felt real and was actually there! Simba could not believe this, but he nibbled on his father's ear affectionately, that urge once again overcoming him. His sheath began to thicken, and a bit of his cock began to poke out from it. He blushed slightly and looked at his father.

"H...how is this possible, you are dead?"

"I am in the Spirit realm yes, but when my son needs something I'm always there." Mufasa said. "The Great Kings have granted me permission to travel from the Realm of Kings to this realm to appease your urges and desires." He said.

Simba looked shocked, and then blushed slightly. "Wait, you know what I want?" He inquired gulping nervously.

"It is easily readable in your expressions and body posture son, plus when you were a cub I knew your need and urge to want me to mount you was strong." He said grinning wide. "Besides, to be truthful...." He paused and leaned forward and whispered in Simba's ear. "I've wanted to mount that hot sexy ass of yours for a long time myself." His purr was so erotic and it made Simba shiver slightly as he looked at his dad.

The two lions nuzzled themselves and then pressed their muzzles together in a deep passionate kiss. The kiss lasted forever, their lips mingling with each other. They're tongues were dancing with one another, like two graceful birds in love. This moment lasted forever, and Simba's heart was thudding against his chest at a rapid rate. He grunted and moaned softly, his thick lion penis was throbbing between his legs.

"It smells like I got you well stimulated my son." The older lion said grinning wide. That hot sexy smile caused Simba to shiver.

"Yes sir, you have." The young lion grinned and then looked between his father's legs. He gulped and saw how huge his dad was. He was much bigger then himself, and that thick hot dick was oozing precum already, was this just from their kiss that they just shared? He blushed heavily and then got onto his belly and then rolled onto his back, the lion purring as he put his muzzle right in front of that hot thick throbbing cat dick.

The lion growled sexually in pleasure as he saw his son move down between his legs. He grinned wide and then lowered himself to where his dick was now placed on his son's muzzle. "Oh fuck yeah babe, suck on that cock that has wanted you for a long time now my son." The King purred as he grinned wide at him.

The young lion loved his father's voice, that deep passionate voice of a king. The young Simba opened his muzzle and slipped in that hot steamy lion dick into his warm mouth. His eager tongue wrapped itself around that hot fuck rod into his warm moist mouth. He was enjoying the taste of it as it increased in size. He was enjoying the taste and feel of it throbbing inside of him. The taste of precum oozing out into the back of his throat made him whine in pleasure. The desire that overwhelmed him was finally taking its toll on him. Simba's thick manhood was pulsating between his legs, making him shiver and groan in pleasure as his thick paws began to roam that handsome manly form.

Mufasa growled lustfully and growled in deep pleasure. The feel of his large lion junk pushed further down Simba's throat, which eagerly wrapped around him making it flare, which also caused his nostrils to blast out a puff of air. The lion's claws dug deep as he began to thrust his hips inside his son's mouth, that massive lion dick going in and out of that tight suckling hole.

"Oh fuck Simba." Mufasa's deep caressing voice said in a series of pants and moans. "This feels so damn good."

Simba took a moment to breath; he removed his father's dick from his muzzle and exhaled sharply, his nostrils flaring. Simba's heart was fluttering still as he got himself up and grinned wide at his father. "I want you inside of me," He said coaxing his father by standing up on all fours and then began to grind his handsome ass against his father's thigh as he grins wide.

Savoring the moment Mufasa enjoyed the feel of his son's body brushing against him. The lion's thick throbbing cock was eager to penetrate those hot tight folds of his son's rear end. He licked his chops and smirked wide. "Sit down my son and raise that tail of yours." The lion said purring in a lust filled tone. The lion grinned slightly and raised his large front paw and allowed it to glide over that hot ass as his son obeyed him and laid himself down in the mating position. He purred lustfully and then walked over toward that hot ass and then leaned downward.

"Lift your tail" He ordered. Once obeyed the tailhole of his son was now visible. He shoved his muzzle into devour his hot son's rear and began to lick into his folds. He enjoyed the feel of it's tightness as his tongue slipped inside that hot hole. He purred deeply and shoved his tongue deep, penetrating his son for the first time. He growled deeply as his cock throbbed between his legs, precum oozing out from its tip as he growled deeply in lust filled pleasure. He was enjoying the taste of his son's hole, his tongue begin hugged by those tight folds that were shifting upon his tongue's impact.

Gasping Simba's eyes opened wide. He was consumed by the pleasure and erotic feels that his father was giving him. That rough sandpaper tongue grinding against him made him shiver and whimper in pleasure. His cock was rubbing against the blades of grass, soaking them with thick layers of precum. His tailhole opened up eagerly, accepting his father's thick tongue as he clawed the ground eagerly.

Mufasa growled deeply and ravished his son's hole with his tongue, growling increased as he enjoyed the taste of his son's folds. He whimpered in pleasure, his dick so eager to take on that thick tight asshole of his son. He removed his tongue and then smirked wide and walked over onto him and smirked wide at him. "Are you ready my son?" Simba's father inquired grinning, preparing to invade his son's tailhole.

"Yes...yes father I want you so bad." The lion said in a pleading tone. He was grunting and whimpering in a slutty lioness tone which suggested that he was pretending to be in heat.

Mufasa cradled Simba's hips, growling lustfully he bent forward and bit down onto his son's mane and then shoved his massive dick into his son's puckering tailhole. He whimpered and whined as his dick was enveloped into the sexy male's folds making him close his eyes and let out a growl of pure and utter pleasure. The feel of those folds eagerly wrapping around him made the lion continue thrusting his hips deep into his son's ass. The lion's expression was blissful, his tongue lulling out from his muzzle as the heat of the Savannah pelted down on the two breeding felines.

The wind caressed both their manes, making their crimson manes dance about each other like wildfire. Simba never had felt so wonderful in his whole life, he knew that something was missing in it, ever since he became king of the Pridelands there has always been an empty feeling inside, now he knew what that feel was, the feel of not having his father's manhood ramming itself inside of him like a lioness in heat. Simba even was acting like a lioness, begging for that hot manhood to breed his hole. He wanted it so bad, to feel it pulsating in his folds. To feel it ramming against his prostate, it was all so heavenly. He closed his eyes and growled more and more. And between those growls he made slutty sounding moans.

Mufasa was enjoying this as well. Growling deeply the lion kept fucking his son. His hips bucking back and forth in repeated motions, he was enjoying himself so much. Those folds began to open up for him, as they adjusted to his size and dominance. He knew that his son was submitting to him, and that he was the true king to him. He grunted and continued mating him, his large lion cock pressing deep into him. Mufasa knew that if he kept it at this pace, it would not take long for him to bust his load into his son's hot pussy. The lion slowed down his thrusts and leaned forward to kiss Simba deeply on the muzzle.

The passionate kiss that he found himself once again lost in mesmerized the lion. He moaned deeply as he felt his father's lips grind against his own. That hot lion tongue snaked its way into him and he shivered slightly. His tailhole clutched hard onto his dad's thick cock which made him moan into the kiss. He made out with him passionately, their lips smacking against each other as the two of them laid against one another. Mufasa then spoke.

"Beg for my dick; beg for me to shoot my load into you." The deep voice of Mufasa said with lust and eagerness as he nipped at his son's ear and nursed at it like a kitten nursing a lioness's tit for milk.

"Father...please...oh please daddy fuck me until you bust your balls into me, make your seed leak into me until it spills out of my hole." He pleaded. "Please daddy, I want this so badly." The voice he used was so erotic that Mufasa was enticed even more by his words. The masculine male began to pump his hips forward once again, enjoying the still tightness of his son's ass.

That surge of energy his father had nearly put Simba over the edge. Feeling that thick manhood driving into him made him whimper and whine in pleasure. He was growling and betiding down on his arm which he had rested his head upon. Growling deeply his cock throbbed between his legs, coating the grass in thick layers of precum as he winced slightly. That thick dick plowed the inner walls of his tailhole, he could feel the barbs of his dad's dick grinding against him making him wince and whimper. The pain was real, but pleasure had overwhelmed the pain. He growled deeper and clutched the ground with his claws, his tailhole clutching on that hot rod that plowed him.

Mufasa wasn't going to last much longer. As he mated that hot ass that belonged to his son, he could already feel his balls twitch in earnest. He knew that a thick river of seamen were beginning to seep through into his thick stem. The young male growled deeply and bit into his son's neck and muffled a loud roar into his mane as his cock exploded into him. The thick lion seed leaked into his son's hole in a flood of white. The lion's entire body flexed revealing every vein in his muscles as he claimed his son at long last.

Simba moaned, his tailhole clung to his father's meat stick as it began to empty out into him. He could feel the cold rush of sticky lion seamen oozing into him. He let out a loud roar, his own cock pulsating and throbbing, then at last exploding all over the ground beneath him. Simba was panting and whimpering as he felt that hot seed seeping into him. The lion panted, his young feline form rising and falling with exhaustive breath. The lion laid down on there, exhausted from the pure sheet pleasure.

Mufasa smirked wide and then once again locked their lips together in a deep passionate kiss.

Simba melted into the kiss, his eyes closed and his heart thudding against his chest .The lion purred deeply and enjoyed it. He could feel his father's thick tongue grinding against his own, and suddenly a gust of wind washed over him, and the lips of his father vanished, and he was kissing thin air. The lion opened his eyes and looked around. He was still moist beneath his groin where he had shot his load, and he could still feel his father's seed leaking out of him, however there was no father. He wasn't there. Simba whined and lowered his head down. But he heard something, the sound of a snapping twig. He looked around but could not see anything.

What he didn't see was a black lion sneaking away from Simba, his thick cock still peaked out of his sheath but he managed to hide himself well enough before the lion realized what was happening. The black lion grinned sinister, a scar displaying across his chest as he looked at the lost Simba. The lion knew that his illusion spell had worked, for he had hypnotized the King of Priderock into making love to him, well Mufasa at least.