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The King of Desire (#3 of Jelani)

by Gruffy

2016

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Hehhey, people! This is a sequel to my little TLK story, exploring the life of Jelani, a lion of great ambitions and...interesting desires, that's for sure - which makes his story amusing to follow! As always, remember that Jelani is mine, and the rest belongs to Disney. I'm just playing with them like I'd play with dolls. Not that I...play with dolls or anything. Ahem.

I hope you have a good read, and I'll look forward to your feedback! Remember that all votes, faves and watches will help others to find these stories to enjoy as well!

Cheers!

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The Pridelands opened in all their sunbathed glory underneath Simba's attentive gaze. The great golden lion was perched on one of his favorite spotting stones, all four limbs on the smooth rock while he let his eyes move slowly over each and every feature the sun touched.

The savannah was alive. There were herds of prey, plentiful clean water from the streams, and his Pride had many strong lions and lionesses to protect it from anyone who might challenge it. Simba's family life was harmonious and a source of pleasure. His strong offspring proposed that his line would continue in the future as well as the rulers of the Pridelands. Simba hoped that they would do so with wisdom, rather than sheer brute force, as he had always wished to conduct himself, in the manner his own father has taught to him.

Thoughts of his father made the lion tense, briefly, and he had a new reason to as well.

Letting his mind wander to the topic of the great Mufasa had become particularly frequent in the lights of the recent events, especially the arrival of the grey lion who carried something incredibly valuable with him.

Jelani.

The lion fascinated Simba to no end. The old grey lion had wisdom even beyond his years, and most importantly, he possessed something that Simba had been deprived of because of his uncle's treachery. Jelani had something Scar had not managed to steal from him, and that was mature memories of Mufasa. Simba's own memories were childish, he was painfully aware of it. He had looked up to his father from the point of view of a cub, his head barely reaching the lion's elbow while he stood guard over his family and his Pride. His mind had been as small as his body and as such, his understanding of everything he had witnessed during those early years carried a similar flavor to them.

The memories were almost like dreams, he thought, distorted by time and the innocence of the child that Simba had still been during those years, before the hardships of his exile and the building of his own Pride.

What the mysterious grey lion possessed was something else. He remembered Mufasa as he was, young, in his prime, still growing into everything he could be, exactly like Simba felt he was at this very moment. Jelani had bore witness to those times, the events and words that drew another image of a man Simba considered to be the greatest he had known to have lived, someone to look up to for wisdom, even when the words were transmitted through this grizzled lion.

Simba sighed.

He wondered where the grey lion was at the moment. He was nowhere within the reach of Simba's own eye at the time, but the Lion King knew that Jelani knew many secrets of the Pridelands, and none the least of them were the caves hidden in the various rock faces about the Pride Rock and its vicinity. It was likely that the lion had found himself a cool place to spend the hottest hours of the day in, perhaps dreaming of the days when he himself was young, bursting with curiosity and energy, and padding through these lands for the very first time. Even Simba hadn't spelunked all of them yet.

Maybe they could find a peaceful time to do some exploring together, while Simba could also revel in the older lion's wisdom and the connection with his father that had Simba both mystified and thrilled.

The great golden lion shook his head a little and rumbled while he ruffled his mane in the wind. Sometimes Simba felt childish over the intensity of his contemplations. His wish to carry on his father's legacy was a strong one, however, and Simba knew that the only way to do so was to try to live his life in a way that would honor his father's philosophy and to be able to think that Mufasa would find pride in his actions.

Simba did not enjoy the doubt that ensued from his solemn personal promise.

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Night was already making its headway over the Pridelands when Simba slipped out of his own home cave at the Pride Rock and headed out. He had told his Queen of his need to smell the air once more, to ensure no foreign threats could be detected. His Queen had been bemused.

You are a dutiful King, she had told him.

Simba slipped into the night as a man of purpose. His half-truth to Nala had not been completely misleading, certainly not. What he sought was something that came from outside the Pride, although its presence was not seen as a threat by the King. This grey lion, Jelani, had proven himself to be trustworthy, through his words and his actions, and hence would be allowed to stay for the moment. Simba had ensured that this tolerance extended to all the members of the Pride when it came to Jelani, with his personal promise to uphold it.

It was not a given that a stranger would be allowed to dwell in their lands, but the King's word was the law, and Simba upheld his word with all his conviction.

Right now he strode through the sunburnt grass as a man of purpose. He was not entirely sure of Jelani's exact location, yet he had some ideas. The lion had several favorite spots, as far as Simba had learned, and it would not take him too long to make his rounds to check upon them.

Simba smelled the older lion from relatively far away in the still night air. He had just climbed down a little hill and was heading for the stream when he picked the scent. The lion's tail bounced with almost childlike excitement at his discovery. He hurried along the path towards the stream and knew that his steps became much noisier than they usually were, big paws moving soil and pebbles.

He could see the movement well before he arrived to the right spot. In the low light it was but a shape, but Simba knew it would be grey-furred head scouting around him for the source of the noise. The Lion King knew better than to try and sneak up to the old lion, and doing such a disrespectful thing would not pass his mind either.

"Evening."

Simba's ears perked happily at Jelani's deep voice. He found the lion sitting peacefully by the stream and gazing towards the King upon his arrival.

"Jelani!" Simba greeted the guest in a happy yet respectful tone.

The great lion's head craned down briefly in acknowledgment. He remained sitting comfortably once the King moved to his side and made his own seat on the rocks that were still warm from the heavy heat of the sun. Simba's tail had trouble calming down even once he was sitting, a sure feline sign of his excitement at being in Jelani's presence. The grey lion noted this with amusement, and chuffed good-naturedly when he nuzzled Simba's mane with his cheek.

"I see you are well, Simba," the lion addressed him.

"I sure am!" Simba rumbled happily. "It has been a very fine day."

"It has," Jelani's rumble was amiable, "the spirits of air and water treat us kindly."

The lion's voice brought pleasure to Simba's ears. Everything Jelani spoke was soothing to the King's sometimes troubled soul. He could simply listen to Jelani and instantly feel he was part of something bigger, sharing on the wisdom of the ages.

Simba almost blushed with the thought. He wasn't sure he liked just how strongly the grey lion affected him, in more ways than one, as it was.

"That is true," Simba spoke to the grey lion.

Jelani rumbled deeply again, and cast his eyes across the dark savannah. The sky above them was filled with many brilliant stars and the occasional cloud leisurely sailing past these stars and the moon that added to the curious cold light on the savannah. The grey lion's fur looked almost shiny even in the pale light. There was a definite twinkle to the eyes that regarded the King sitting by him.

"Your well being brings me joy," Jelani said.

"Likewise," Simba told to his fellow lion, bashfully.

The grey lion let out another good-natured, friendly chuff.

"You are kind," said Jelani. "That pleases me. Your father had much kindness in him as well. I am glad to see it has been passed on."

Simba felt a swelling of pride and warmth in his very heart.

"Your words honor me and my father, Jelani," Simba said.

The grey lion's rumble carried into the night.

"I am pleased to hear you feel so," Jelani replied.

"It is the simple truth!" Simba said enthusiastically. "It is but how I feel about you...ah...yes..."

He felt suddenly shy again. His feelings towards the older lion were complex and not always easy to put into words, especially in private moments such as the one they were sharing even now.

"You share your father's honesty as well," said Jelani. "Not something his brother valued nearly as much...if at all..."

Simba could sense his companion's words darkening the feelings between them. He did not want to dwell on memories of Scar. He knew that Jelani had his own share of them, and his own were not something to spend too much time on.

"That is true," he said.

"A life of lies...and a life of truth..." Jelani gazed at Simba, "such contrasting fates for the sons of Ahadi."

It thrilled Simba to hear the name of his grandfather spoken aloud. His character was almost as much a mystery to the King as his father's was, even more so since he had died before Simba was even born. Surely he had to have been a great man, to have groomed Mufasa as his successor as the ruler of the Pridelands. He knew that his father had been personally taught by Ahadi, and had been chosen as such as well over his troublesome brother, the very same lion Jelani knew very well, too.

"Yes," Simba said. "As my father said as well, that he too shall watch over us from the among the stars."

Jelani rumbled deeply. He craned his head up and gazed upon the heavens, as if listening to them for their secret, infinite counsel.

"I certainly hope that even Ahadi has found an extra measure of wisdom in his timeless time, up there," Jelani mused. "He was not without his faults, especially when it came to his understanding of his sons."

Simba found it curious that Jelani would speak of something as such so openly with him, the closest living relative to the former King in question, as far as Simba could know. Yet Jelani seemed to have no qualms over admitting his critical view of the ruler of the Pridelands' deceased kin.

"You have spoken of such things before, Jelani," Simba replied to these words, "Speaking of disapproval..."

Jelani nodded.

"Of certain things," yes," he said.

The grey lion suddenly stood up and began to stretch himself, as they were prone to after any time spent in a singular position. Simba watched him, as much as he could in the light of the moon and the stars, how the male's muscles flexed from his strong shoulders to his hips and his tail while he obviously enjoyed the feeling of his limbs moving into these new positions.

Simba wondered if he had simply chosen this moment out of the need for comfort or a desire to show himself off. Even the latter would not have been beyond Jelani, Simba thought.

Jelani finished his stretch by a very pleasant headshake, and then contemplated the savannah and the stream again.

"So much time has gone past these lands...so many have come and gone.." Jelani murmured.

"That is how it works," Simba agreed, in a voice quiet enough he felt was appropriate for the response in this occasion.

Jelani glanced over to him and looked at the King for a long beat.

"We must strive to be like this water," the lion nodded towards the stream.

Simba gazed at the water as well.

"Yes?" he questioned. He expected some wise words to come.

"It flows free...it chooses its own path as it flows, from beginning to end...and if it meets an obstacle, it shall find a new path...perhaps a small trickle at first, but eventually it may grow into a mighty river..." the grey lion murmured.

The King listened in reverence.

"Indeed..."

Jelani looked at Simba slowly.

"We must choose our own paths wisely..." the older lion mused.

"It can be difficult to know which one is the right one to follow," Simba said.

"And when to turn around when you realize that the one you picked is wrong..." said Jelani.

Simba nodded slowly.

"I try my best every day, Jelani," he said. "I have promised it to myself, to my Pride...to everyone."

Jelani let out a pleased rumble.

"Your words please me," he said. "I do feel you speak the truth of your feelings. I appreciate it."

"I will never let this Pride to fall due to my personal failings," Simba declared as he suddenly stood up, much more quickly than Jelani had done before and passing the more leisurely aspect of it. He felt energized by his resolution and could not simply still, "I will not allow it!"

Jelani regarded the younger male curiously. It appeared he could sense the fire of conviction that had been lit by the simple words he had given as a way of advice, passed along generations from one lion to another.

"To be so young..." Jelani shook his head briefly.

"Youth is not a disadvantage," Simba said, "It means I am strong. I can protect the Pride!"

"Of body and heart, and mind as well," Jelani concurred. "I was simply admiring the fact. I would not patronize you, Simba. Your grandfather did not make that mistake with your father, and I am sure your father would not have done it with you had he given the chance to raise you as one should."

Simba's gaze darkened.

"Well I shall never know," he said.

Jelani sensed the shifting mood in the air between them. He turned about, first to face Simba and then to move closer to nuzzle the younger lion again.

"He lives on in you..." Jelani murmured gently, "and how proud you must make him..."

Simba shivered at the feel of the lion's cheek on him, and his breath brushing on his whiskers and his mane. He let out a purr of his own at the sensation. It felt wonderfully comforting, though in ways that the King found difficult to put into words most of the time. Thinking about it only brought his confusion to a further level of intensity.

"I try to...every day..." Simba whispered.

He stayed silent while the older lion continued to rub his flank with his muzzle. The chuffs of warm breath and the contact of another living creature made Simba feel better. He suspected he was perhaps enjoying it even too much, once his purrs started to flow freely.

"Such a strong, strong man..." said Jelani.

Simba let out a surprised growl when he felt the lion's tongue lapping on the corner of his own maw. The noise he made did not shock the older lion, whom continued to lavish this generous attention on the young King. He moved slowly so that they were side to side, bodies pressing together while the older male's tongue touched him intimately still. Their proximity meant that even their manes intermingled, sharing scent, their very presence becoming united in their bodies' contact and their profiles.

"Hmmmmmmrrr..."

They rumbled, and Simba shifted his hind leg so that he too was pressing onto the other, whom still cared for him in such a friendly manner. Simba enjoyed the way the heat flowed, body to body, between them. He also knew that his current feelings were rapidly evolving from a simple comfort to something much more physical, and stronger as well. As troublesome as it was, Simba recognized the fascination he felt for the older lion, as a male, and what that entailed.

He knew that Jelani knew it too.

Simba was well aware of the forbidden feelings that existed between them that went so much beyond that of a King and an esteemed guest. It was their greatest secret, hidden from everyone else due to its very illicit nature. The King was sure that he would have refrained himself through his willpower and kept himself from succumbing to such temptations, had it not been for the shocking revelation that his father had shared similar things with Simba's very own father, let alone Scar.

His own youthful dalliances aside, perhaps it was this very knowledge that made Simba agreeable. They had spoken of Ahadi's disapproval of his sons' choices, but with Simba knowing that the great Mufasa himself had not been a stranger to such things, how could his father have thought ill of him in such a situation? Surely Mufasa, up there among the stars, would only smile upon them and not cast a bad fortune or disapproval for Simba's actions.

"Simba..."

The very rumbling voice beckoned for him. Simba's purrs grew stronger and more like a rumble, bordering on a growl with the sharper chuffs in the ends. His body grew more aroused with every moment that passed in contact between them two. The air carried the scent of Jelani's own similar state into Simba's nose. It only added to the excitement, it made his skin crawl pleasantly under all that rich fur.

He let out a gasp when their bodies moved apart, with their furs brushing together once more in a prolonged motion. Jelani walked away from him and for a moment Simba wondered if he intended to go somewhere else and planned to ask Simba to follow him. At this time he would have certainly done so as well, but instead of a prolonged walk, Jelani stopped after only a few steps.

His shoulders arched beautifully when he leaned forward on his paws, with his tail hiking up too as if he was doing another of those leisurely stretches like he did before. Simba followed all of this motion with great curiosity and admiration - he hoped to be in such a splendid condition when his own years were as numerous as those of Jelani's.

The grey lion's body made a comely shape, with his weight going down on his forepaws and with his hindlegs spreading, and that tail remaining high, swinging to the side as well. The position made his rear lift up from the ground and with his head down, it was the classical submissive gesture, familiar to Simba through every heat of his beloved Queen.

"Ahhhmm..." Jelani purred with pleasure.

Simba stared. There was nothing feminine about what he was looking at despite the pose Jelani appeared to have mimicked from the ladies of the Pride. Its purpose was well known for the King, too, who felt his own arousal grow while he contemplated the sight of Jelani presenting himself. His rear was much larger than that of the average lioness, that much was for sure, and the dangling fuzzy shape of his testicles added to the decadence of what his eyes saw. There was no mistaking him for anything else but what he was, a very large, strong male who was willingly giving himself up for the King's scrutiny and whom Simba knew would allow other liberties with him as well.

The grey lion continued to purr into the night. He appeared perfectly comfortable in his current relatively vulnerable posture. His tail was swinging even then and drew extra attention to his backside. Simba could only think of one way to describe what it did, and that was temptation.

Simba looked intently upon the lion still. Jelani was well aware of this gaze and looked back to him, over his shoulder, with obvious good mirth in his voice and his chuffs as an audible reminder of his state of mind at the moment. The stars themselves seemed to reflect from his soulful eyes.

"Come, my King," said Jelani, "come share in your desire..."

The sensual rumble filled Simba's ears. He knew that he didn't need that much of a verbal invitation when he could read it everywhere, on the grey lion's body and his voice as well, and even smelled it in the very air he breathed in deep gulps. The masculine musk was there, fresh and enticing in its own peculiar way.

Simba wanted more. It had been a week since the last time they had managed to catch such a private, concealed moment, and he was more than ready for it. The grey lion's presence had certainly awakened some of the old thoughts that had been lulling asleep in his mind for such a long time since his unconventional youth before being pushed aside when the new woes of ruling a kingdom occupied his mind. Right now, with the grey lion, the splendid male, standing in front of him, obviously willing and ready, set it all alight anew.

"Hmmrmrmrmrrr..." Simba purred rapidly.

"It has been too long," said Jelani.

Simba felt his flesh twitch with anticipation and desire. Jelani had just put his own sentiment into words, and hearing it spoken aloud made it seem both more real and somehow more acceptable. Jelani understood his predicament, and was obviously more than willing to partake. Besides, Simba was sure that the grey lion's appetites ran along similar paths. Otherwise someone like him would surely not have been quite so amenable to it, let alone to be the one to propose it.

The King understood what male dominance sometimes entailed, and that such things did not always involve pleasure. This, he knew, would be just for the sake of that, of their deep, secret companionship and the joys of what they could do to one another to express this secret.

"Hhhhhhhrrrr..." Simba's breathing grew more ragged, "yes...much too long..."

The lion approached the instigator of their encounter.

Simba's breaths chuffed hotly against Jelani's hindquarters and sent his tail dancing above them both. The lion nuzzled on the strong muscles of Jelani's rear, enjoying their feel on his face. Such power, hidden in them, and yet the lion did not run away like an unhappy lioness but instead allowed him to continue his exploring. In a way Simba was laying a claim, too, since their contact rubbed his own scent onto Jelani as well. He would be marked as having been visited by the King, touched by him...and claimed by him.

The King sniffed on the grey lion's rear and grumbled approvingly. It had been too long for there to be any residual scent of their previous meetings, and hence all he smelled was Jelani's own private musk.

"Take me as you wish," Jelani murmured through this attention, "show me your royal blood...Simba..."

Simba let out a growl. The egging words inflamed his desires even further on. It prompted him to bite onto the thick base of Jelani's tail, to tug on it, to show his claim.

"Hmmmrrr...just like that..." Jelani grumbled openly, "that is right..."

The words, as much as the sensual feel of the male body, added to Simba's ardor. He let go of the tail but went on to use his mouth on other parts of Jelani's rear that brought both of them pleasure.

"Ahh...Simba..."

He licked and mouthed along the crevice of the lion's ass. His tongue was large and appropriately wet and could paint the soft fur there slick while his muzzle worked on the lion's crack. The sound alone was lurid, let alone the erotic taste and feel of touching another male in such an intimate manner. Jelani's obvious enjoyment of the act only encouraged Simba to continue.

He tasted only musk and a hint of sweat, and enjoyed it. So different to from what he was used to getting on a regular basis, which only made it seem all that more special. To be something like that, to touch another male in that manner, it was unusual, and dangerous, in his mind, yet the thrill was unmistakable.

Simba could not stop himself anymore. He knew that they were heading towards a singular conclusion, and he wanted to walk this path to the end, with Jelani, under his guidance. It was this determination that drove the King to lick his tongue over the grey lion's balls and up his rear until he was all the way to the very underside of the guest's tail.

"My King..." murmured Jelani.

His tongue slithered intently on the grey lion's hidden spot. Simba knew from personal experience what kind of lust it could bring to a man, to be touched in such a sensual manner. He had groaned and growled under the very same attention received from Jelani, but right now he wanted to be the one to give it, to prepare his grey-furred companion for the intense mating that was to come.

By necessity it was going to be a rough one, Simba thought heatedly. He hadn't been able to spill his seed on that day yet, and the prospect of doing so while deep inside a fellow male's ass only made it seem sweeter. Just whatever spit he could produce would anoint their fuck, Simba thought, and his mind grew darker with lust. Ideas of domination, of seeding a tight rear of a male who begged for it, taking them so hard...the numerous lions in his most private of thoughts always wished their King to show them his true manhood and royalty through such raunchy means.

The noises his tongue made slip-sloppering on Jelani's ass surely qualified. Simba wondered just how much more he needed of this preparation before he would be ready to mount his new lover. He didn't want to cause any harm or undue discomfort, and he knew that Jelani could take it. He was experienced in these matters, much beyond Simba who certainly didn't consider himself innocent when it came to breeding males, lions included.

Jelani's talents in that regard were the stuff of fantasy, Simba thought heatedly. The older lion knew things he hadn't even dreamed about, and had shown remarkable pleasures for the young King once Simba had accepted his tutelage when it came to these actions.

He wasn't a stranger to using his tongue, however.

"Hmmmrr..."

Jelani pushed his rump back towards the muzzle that still explored him. Simba chuffed hotly onto this renewed contact and rolled his tongue down the muscled crevice so that he could lap on the lion's nuts, if only briefly. He knew the pleasure this action could bring, and Jelani's grumble told him that he had timed his approach right. Simba licked on the large manly jewels and wondered, idly, whether Jelani himself had sired any cubs into this world, to grow into lions as big and strong as he was himself. He had not asked that of Jelani yet, and briefly entertained the idea of making the question in the near future. He suspected he would get a light-hearted tousle for it.

Such playful thoughts didn't stop Simba's own lewd attack on the lion's rear. He hoped to bring more pleasure with his tongue, and moved his maw upwards once more so that he could swirl his tongue wetly on his secret hole. The fleshy taste was decadent in its own right and encouraged Simba to continue this, besides the feeling of the muscles hidden under the lion's tail flexing as if they demanded more tongue on them, and further action.

It was an incredibly dirty act to even think about, and Simba would likely not have admitted to his enjoyment to anyone but the male on the receiving end, but he kept on going nonetheless. It was just the two of them, after all, enjoying and sharing one another.

Despite his obvious physical appreciation, Simba did not wait for a spoken confirmation from Jelani. The Lion King's desire had grown to a great degree and his mind was slowly becoming occupied with nothing but the idea of actually mounting and taking the grey lion as his own. He only had to move a little, to back down and then rear up so that his forelegs could slap onto Jelani's sides and grip properly while his hindpaws took purchase on the ground and moved forward to get him into position.

"Hmmm...yes..." said Jelani, which was a wonderful thing to hear for Simba now that he landed on top of his catch.

Lurid feelings, such feelings when he squeezed his paws on the large male's body and pressed his muzzle onto his neck, through the mane so that he could smell him, and feel him, living, breathing ,flexing underneath the King as he took his weight to carry on his back. Jelani's tail swung to the side and admitted Simba's cock to sink onto the crack of his rear and stroke forward through the mess made by the King's tongue already, though not yet reaching the place where he most wanted to be.

"Hmmmm...mine..." Simba found his words possessive, yet appropriate for the moment as he settled on the mount. Jelani's head was craned down all the way to the ground and his ass pressed back, to enhance the position he had assumed before to ensure that Simba had the best chance to find his mark, the one thing they both wished for at that very moment.

"Take your king!"

Simba was almost shocked by the lewdness of what he growled, when his hips ran forward and he tried to push himself inside the older lion. His balls, so potent and virile and full of vigor, mashed to Jelani's own pair when he thrust forward but his shaft simply slipped upwards and collided with the lion's tail.

Jelani huffed and wriggled his rear, as if teasing, or maybe simply encouraging his King to try again.

"Almost..." he said idly.

Simba took it as a challenge and pulled his hips back, adjusting the position further to test the waters. His length slipped back and forth, poked at Jelani's balls and ran the underside of his tail again, and once more, before the viciously barbed tip found purchase.

Simba's body went rigid.

Pleasure flowed through him and he bit on the lion's scruff, asserting territory again, as much as to muffle himself. His natural carefulness did not allow for excessive noise even on a time like this.

"There..." Jelani's voice was remarkably calm, if constrained, and his body's heat so inviting.

Another thrust, and another, and Simba was gaining ground and he knew what he was doing again. His body responded, the instinct kicked in and with such primal power behind his actions, the King drove himself deep into the grey lion.

Jelani hissed and bit his teeth. It was sudden, even for him, but his yowl was a brief one. The pleasure that came later soothed him as much as the feelings of Simba's teeth and muzzle grooming on his neck, momentarily so.

Simba was proud of that. He was remarkably distracted by the tight grip of Jelani's body, but offered a moment of comfort for his partner even when his instincts shouted for him to continue the act of breeding him hard and fast.

They purred, growled, and Jelani's body shifted while it adjusted to the new condtion. It even reached Simba's hard prick, so fully hard and inside the lion so that every movement Jelani made translated into this very intimate connection as well.

His resistance waned quickly. Simba's lower body began to move, almost on its own accord, and to drive himself back and forth through the lion's ass. Jelani's claws gripped on the ground to keep his body steady even when the King's cock slammed into him. He was stretched and spread open, slowly accommodating of the penetration that had ensued from their mutual lust.

Now he had to take it. Simba pumped into the lion's rear, his senses full of soft fur, hard muscle, and the incredible heat of Jelani, under him, around him, allowing himself to be claimed so thoroughly.

The rough noises of their breathing and their bodies smacking together reached his ears and added another sensual cadence to the sounds their rutting generated. Simba had hoped it to be slightly less noisy, but he did not care that much anymore. He simply wanted to continue to find these pleasurable feelings, take them both to the very end that could be reached through their act.

Simba's mind was full of curious contemplations, even amidst their sex. He suspected it was a strange thing to consider, but doing this with Jelani seemed like way the reach the greatest possible intimacy, whether on the level of their spirits, or physically, with his late father. Mufasa had been there, literally so, he had once filled this lion with his own body and his seed, claimed him as his own in the very way Simba was now performing.

Jelani was now giving himself to Simba, out of his respect for the young King, not just for the young prince he once knew when things were so very different. Surely Jelani was a very different man now, thought Simba, but some things remained, such as the affection felt by the lion for Mufasa.

That they could share, Simba thought, with his body shaking with exertion and the effort of breeding Jelani's ass as hard as he could. If Jelani had loved Mufasa once, and Mufasa had loved Simba, then Jelani was to be the conduit. He was the symbol of everything that was lost, the physical reminder or a bridge that connected them two, separated and torn apart by tragedy in life, but always entwined and joined in spirit.

Maybe their two spirits could take Jelani simultaneously, Simba thought, possibly on the maddess of his lust as he fucked the shaking body of the grey lion, whom struggled to take every thrust from the King riding his back and slamming his cock into the lion's ass. He was not privy to Simba's thoughts but could sense the intensity of their act, from the way Simba held him and how eagerly he thrust into him.

Simba imagined the impossible, yet wonderful, in his mind, scenario of Jelani sprawled by this very same stream, one body, two time at once, with one lion on his back on each time. There was Mufasa, young and eager, and Simba, similarly enthusiastic, both taking enjoyment from the lion who provided them with such open pleasure. A young Jelani under one golden lion, an old, wise one beneath the other, both revelling in what the proud royal males wanted from him.

Father...

Simba's mind burnt with lust when he imagined Jelani, burning under his father's heavy desire. Maybe the grey lion could feel it, too, the way his insides squirmed, how he received the hardest of thrusts without as much a complaint as a grunt. His own body burnt for it, Simba was sure, and he knew how he felt.

He wanted to claim. HE wanted to bite, and to shoot his seed, the one royal lions were made of, into Jelani's ass. That would not give him a litter, but it marked Jelani as his, a state Simba wanted now. He wanted the grey lion to be dripping of it, to behave like he was in heat and required more, unsated by simply one mounting from the rough and ready King.

The air was so full of stars when it finally happened.

Simba let out a mighty growl and buried himself deep into Jelani's rear. He recognized what was upon him, and he held on tight to the large male when the pleasure washed through him in waves, each stronger than the next until it grew overwhelming and there was only pure joy. His spirit ascended, left the mortal body that shuddered in climax and was one with his ancestors for the moment it lasted, a moment of purity and clarity, among the stars and filled his eyes.

The King of the Pride roared with lust when his seed poured into Jelani's ass. The lion underneath took everything until it simply spilled out of him and stained the place where their bodies joined in mating. Simba kept moving slowly, to encourage his own spurts and to make sure Jelani was still being well pleasured by the churning of the King's prick inside him. Judging by the scent in the air, a familiar one with its own particular flavor, Simba knew that Jelani's own seed had spilled onto the ground underneath them both.

He enjoyed the fact. The large lion had let himself be taken like a lioness in heat and had liked it. Not every male could claim to playing either side of the game successfully, whether to give such pleasure or to derive it from such a violent act as the mating of two grown lion males.

All in good fun, however, Simba thought, weary, and with his body still thrumming with energy after their rut, his body ready for more in a moment, he was sure, given the chance. Jelani didn't certainly mind him staying on his back even after doing his deed. The lion appeared to prefer it, too, judging by the manner how he tilted his head and licked on Simba's chin.

They didn't have to speak as they remained so, staring at the water flowing gently. It would wash the messy evidence of their rut later on, they knew, but for now they allowed the scents to cover them, and the night.

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