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Scar was stalking Pride Rock late one night. He had been scoping the area out for several days now and the lion now knew exactly when the final lioness of the night watch retired. And that very night he was pleased to see that very lioness yawn before turning tail for the den the other lioness slept.

Scar himself had no interest in any of them. His goals were much grander and he acted on them by approaching Pride Rock and scaling up the stone slope. He kept the steps of his paws light, not even daring to let a pebble be stirred. Of course the dark lion thought himself clever the entire time. He had a plan in mind and it seemed that everything was in his absolute favor.

With another push upwards, Scar made it to the top of Pride Rock. He continued forward, walking even lighter than before as he dared to peak his head inside of the cavern of Pride Rock. That's when Scar laid eyes on him: the current king of the Pride Lands and his very own brother, Mufasa.

And, oh joyous fate was on his side for sure. Mufasa was all alone within the cavern. The question of where his mate Sarabi was, the dark lion couldn't have cared less. He didn't dare question the string of good fortune and he didn't plan to squander it either. Now feeling a bit bolder, Scar waltzed into the royal chamber. For a moment he pretended he was the king while his sleeping brother was the outcast that managed to sneak his way into his private quarters.

Such a deed would not go unpunished by the king...

Scar's guard returned as he dared to creep close to his peacefully sleeping brother. The closer he came, the stronger the pounding of his heart felt. Excitement was racing through his body, both and the realization that he was finally doing this but also the pure thrill of the risk. There was no telling what would become of him if he were caught and even worse if word would spread.

But the younger brother forced himself to not think about such things. He would focus instead on what was right in front of him, right there and now. And what was in front of him just so happened to be Mufasa's sheath. It was much larger up close, and that was to say nothing of the plump balls that rested just underneath.

For a moment a shred of doubt wormed its way into Scar's mind but he forced himself to mentally stamp it out. He had gotten this far and there was no telling if a chance like this would ever come again. The best thing to do was just to go along with it and just cherish the memory as nothing more than that: a memory.

In order to calm himself, Scar once again told himself that he was the king of the Pride Lands and Mufasa was an intruder, an interloper looking to take what was his. Even now the unworthy lion was lying peacefully as if he owned the place.

Such a deed would not go unpunished by the king...

Scar saw fit to dole out such punishment himself in the form of a brave lick to the furry pouch. The first was so quick that he hardly touched the space. Internally Scar reprimanded himself for going this far only to cower at the climax of the night. But Scar was again quick to banish those ideas of doubt. Instead he aimed to prove himself wrong.

He leaned his whole body forwards until his muzzle hovered just over the furry pouch. After taking a deep breath, Scar dared to flick his tongue over the surface, much slower this time. And he repeated the motion for added measure and reassurance.

Rather than anything bad happening, all Scar got a pleasured sigh out of his brother. It was heavy from the weight of sleep, making the dark lion relieved in that sense.

It was then that Scar realized just what he had done. Not only done, but was currently getting away with. He had done it, in fact he was still doing it! All the thoughts and fear swirling with the dark lion instantly melted away, instead replaced by that ecstatic thrill.

Scar went back to licking at his brother, this time daring to keep his tongue on the sheath, dragging it back and forth along the area. The small moans that his brother made were becoming deeper and Mufasa himself stirred for a moment. Scar was quick to dart back, but he kept his eyes on the other lion's nether-regions.

Easily seen by the younger sibling, Mufasa's sheath expanded before revealing the pink tip that lied within. Steadily it rose higher, bringing the rest of his length into clear view. Scar stood there with wide eyes, gawking at the other lion's cock as it finally grew to its full length and girth.

Oddly enough, Scar felt his mouth starting to water. Sure, this is what he planned to do for some time, but now that it was actually happening; now that his brother's length was before him, standing erect and pulsing, the dark lion was fully excited. But he reminded himself to be careful about the situation. If he got carried away the risk of waking Mufasa up was definite.

Nevertheless, Scar stalked up to Mufasa yet again, drawing his tongue over his muzzle. This was it, the time had finally come. Just a bit further, Scar's nose was bumping against the warm orbs resting under his brother's expanded sheath. He couldn't help but take a small whiff, taking in the bigger lion's scent. He fought the urge to purr and instead spurred himself to actually get started before the golden feline's maleness began to soften.

Giving attention to what was before him, Scar drew soft licks along those furry orbs. They started out light at first, but as Scar was exposed to the slight taste on them and the musky scent of Mufasa's body, the dark lion was growing more eager himself.

"Ooh..." Mufasa was now moaning aloud from the pleasure. The sound came as a surprise to Scar but he didn't stop licking at the golden balls. He was now confident that he could tease and pleasure his brother without getting caught. It was now a risk he was very much willing to take and that meant daring to push the limits a bit further.

Now allowing himself to revel in the excitement, Scar opened his muzzle and used his tongue to curl underneath the plump orbs. He eased them into his open mouth before closing his lips around the sack. With the pair of balls filling his mouth, Scar started to softly suck on them, teasing them further with slow licks that traced around them both, licking back, forth, and in between.

"Mm... G-good..." Mufasa continued to purr in his sleep, clearly enjoying the treatment of his balls.

The king shifted a bit, swishing his nuts over his brother's rough tongue. Scar only purred and returned the unintended gesture by licking just a bit faster and with more pressure. While his mouth was working, Scar looked up to see Mufasa's untouched cock. It was even harder than before, pulsing harder as well. From the tip, thick lines of precum were already oozing down the length.

Scar continued gazing at it, noticing that more pre came when he gave an extra rough lick to the musky sack. So that's what he did, swiping his tongue over the orbs over and over, tracing along the curvature and pressing them both just enough to squeeze more fluid up the shaft.

The fruits of his labor were clearly seen in the form of Mufasa's cock, now heavily slathered in clear juices. Even in the low light of the caver, Scar was entranced by the way it gleamed and shimmered. It made him want to now lick and slurp along it. And with each passing second, as more and more precum decorated his brother's cock, Scar felt his body tingling with desire, stronger and stronger...

It got to a point that he could no longer take it anymore. Forgetting the delicacy of the situation, Scar popped the balls from his mouth, tugging on them until they slipped free. It was certainly fun to do but a sudden hiss from Mufasa quickly reminded him of that risk. He dared to look up and breathed a sigh of relief as the lion only shifted but still remained asleep.

Knowing that he was still in the clear, Scar quickly pressed his face against the base of Mufasa's cock, letting all those sticky, warm fluids wet his muzzle. While his muzzle was growing damp and sticky, Scar was already flicking his tongue against the hardened surface.

As he licked, Scar let the taste dance on his tongue. Before he even knew it, he had licked along the cock, higher and higher until he was tracing the tip of his tongue along the slit the fluid was oozing from. Doing so earned him more sleep-glazed purrs and growls from the still slumbering Mufasa.

"Keep...going," Mufasa growled.

His length was now twitching hard from the licks and teases, reacting to the rough texture of Scar's tongue contrasted by the soft licks and swirls. Another growl came from Mufasa as an extra pulse of his cock forced a jet of pre to score across Scar's lips. The other lion was certainly shocked but drawing his tongue over his muzzle had him singing a different tune.

That was enough to convince him to finally take the next step; the lion pressed his lips against the tip before easing his head down, easing Mufasa's cock into his mouth. It wasn't as hard to take the whole thing as he thought and that worked to his advantage as he started bobbing his head up and down.

The taste was already incredible, the strong taste of a fertile male. It was enough to make Scar shudder, especially as he lapped up at the excess precum, slathering his entire mouth in a gooey, slippery layer that only made blowing his brother all the easier.

And when his head nose bumped against Mufasa's pelvis, Scar was exposed to a direct dose of his brother's musk. Just like his taste, it was the near overwhelming and masculine odor of a male that stood above others.

The taste and smells were more than enough to Scar focus on nothing more than treating himself to his brother's musky, royal cock. With every suck and bounce of his head against the length, Scar could steadily hear the moans of his brother growing steadily deeper and louder.

Much to Scar's surprise, Mufasa's hips rocked upwards, jamming his dick down his brother's throat. The cock was quickly reeled back before the action was repeated. Scar quickly collected himself and looked up to see Mufasa still sleeping but pleasure was glazed heavily on his face and he was even drooling a bit.

Scar met each of his brother's thrusts with a sharp bob of his head, ensuring that the king's cock was shoved and deep as it could go. As the two worked in time with each other, Mufasa's thrusts were getting stronger. He wasn't even aware of how he was breeding his brother's muzzle, slamming into it hard enough for his balls to bump against the other lion's chin.

"Mm... Ohh..." Mufasa continued to grunt, now smiling from the blissful feelings soaring through his sleep-locked body.

Scar was making muffled noises of his own, but he was aware of how loud he was being, not wanting to wake the other lion up via his own deep purrs. For now, he focused on the other sensations that came about during. His mouth was absolutely soaked in precum, it glazed his tongue heavily and dripped from the roof of his mouth in thick, gooey drips. The gushes of precum were growing frequent, a sign that his walls were looking to eject the excess before the main substance was deployed...

And just as Scar figured, Mufasa's deep moans were now purely growls of pleasure. His hips were thumping hard and fast, shoving his dick deep within Scar's throat. A final push came before Mufasa shuddered heavily. His eyes opened but they were glazed over and unfocused. They soon closed again, leaving the king to purr as his cock slinked back from his brother's throat.

Mufasa's cock blew the first gushes of his hot load inside of his brother's mouth, quickly filling the space up from one load being followed up by another. Scar had no choice but to take quick gulps of the thick substance before he could properly savor it. He did this until his brother's cumming ceased and the last of his load was spurt onto his brother's tongue.

The dark lion finally opened his mouth, panting after swallowing for the final time. Now the bitter taste was heavy on his tongue, still lingering after swallowing.

Even after accomplishing what he originally planned, Scar noticed that his brother's cock was still fully hard and now back to twitching expectantly. He had heard rumors of the king going multiple rounds with the lioness and it now seemed that they were rooted in some truth.

The idea hadn't come to Scar at first but seeing that Mufasa's hard dick was just lying there and he himself had yet to get any actual pleasure from the encounter, a new idea quickly brewed within Scar's mind. It was even riskier than sucking him off but it offered a reward just as high. Taking account of his string of fortune, Scar decided to go along with it, hoping that fate would continue to be on his side.

He dared to turn himself around before trailing backwards, closer and closer to the sleeping king. With it already hard and erect, it wasn't hard to lower his hindquarters, meeting Mufasa's cock with his tailhole. Thrill was racing through the younger lion. He could feel his older brother's cocktip already pulsing against his rim, leaking warm fluids. The sensation made his whole body shudder and he couldn't help but bite his lip.

The dark lion pushed his body back, forcing his ass to stretch around the cum-lubed cock. There was only a bit of resistance before the tip slipped inside, followed by more and more of the king's dick. It felt even bigger under his tail than it did in his mouth. Another push backwards forced the tip deeper and it hit something that nearly made the lion cum. He paused for a moment, his eyes wide and his breathing labored. No longer moving, Scar was able to get a good feel of the cock tip lodged in his ass. It felt massive in there but it was also hot and pulsing, sending strange but pleasant jolts up Scar's body.

After catching his breathing and regaining control of his own body, Scar dared to push himself backwards. He was struck by the length beyond the tapered tip stretching his rim even wider. Shuddering and grunting, Scar pushed himself further back, forcing himself to take even more, stopping just short of the thickest part of his brother's prick. If he could get past that all that remained was the uniform base.

But at this point Scar's virgin ass was feeling the effect of such sudden stretching and deep penetration. Despite that, the pleasure remained strong, even more so when Mufasa's hips shifted, slipping just a bit more of his dick inside. Scar bit back a moan and figured that it was either now or never. He picked up where he left off and pushed even more inside of him, gritting his fangs as he endured the stretching and slight pain of taking the middle point of his brother's length.

But with a bit more pushing, it pushed inside of Scar, making a small 'pop.' It was much easier from then on as the king's cock thinned just a bit. And with a bump of his tail against Mufasa's belly, Scar had taken all of his brother's cock. He took a moment to just let that sink in but he was also aware of the risk and the fact that just sitting there would do nothing.

So, Scar dared to lift his ass, pulling some of Mufasa's dick from it. As they left, the textured inches brushed against Scar's anal walls, leaving deep tingles behind that made the bottoming lion's cock pulse instantly. A rope of pre was ejected from the tip, much to Scar's own surprise.

He stopped after the thick middle part squished from his hole. With a quiet grunt of effort, he shoved himself back again. The rest of his brother's prick was practically sucked up. He took it easily but was still rewarded with a powerful rush of pleasure. It made Scar wonder if it had something to do with their relation. Perhaps his brother's cock and his own ass were made to meet.

The very idea excited Scar further; he moved his body a bit faster, daring to bounce his ass on his brother's dick. His ass was still giving a bit of resistance but a few pushes and pulls on Mufasa's thick area loosened him up enough. The dark lion was able to reel back, leaving only the tip in before pushing back. Deep shivers struck his body when his brother's entire prick slipped into his ass in a single motion.

He looked back to see Mufasa looking rather pleased, he certainly couldn't blame the other lion. He was having a good time as well. Getting into the faster motions of his backside, Scar leaned his body closer to his brother. He was now close enough to bounce his entire body rather than just his lower half.

But his motions ceased when he felt a paw on him. He could feel his heart cease for a moment and he turned around to see his brother's face. But Mufasa was still asleep, his breathing was still calm but the lion was now mumbling in his sleep. The grip on Scar increased when a second paw latched onto him, pulling him closer to his brother's bigger body.

"Mm, I should have known..."

Scar gulped as Mufasa's deep voice whispered into his ear.

"M-Mufasa! Forgive me, I was just-"

The older lion chuckled, much to Scar's surprise, and he shook his head. "You know, brother. I have been...thinking of you quite a bit lately."

"Oh, you have?" Scar asked, now returning his brother's teasing tone. He certainly wasn't expecting something like this. But then again, he was pushing his luck with the blowjob. And it seemed that he was still lucky, his brother's tone lacked any anger or disgust and his tone had none either.

"And here I thought I was having a dream." Mufasa chuckled again, this time stroking a paw over Scar's chest. "I wouldn't mind waking up like this more often."

"Perhaps that could be arranged," Scar said. His voice became breathy from the soft strokes on his chest. They felt good in a way that was hard to describe, it made him feel warm and forced him to shudder. But he collected himself, turning to face his brother, "But you don't have to be asleep for this to happen."

"Hmm, good point. But while we're here..."

Scar hissed and moaned from his brother suddenly slamming deep inside without warning. His hips crashed against Scar's underside, making another muffled thud. The king quickly picked up a rhythm, driving his dick into his brother with great force. They were quick as well, rocking Scar's body from the repeated thrusts.

The force made the younger lion wail and he even called out Mufasa's name, practically begging his sibling to mate him harder. Mufasa laughed and was eager to please, so he did as his brother said, driving his cock even deeper within. The force was enough to make the king's balls crash against Scar's, making them both hiss and snarl from the intense clashes of pain and pleasure.

The older lion lightly pressed his claws into Scar's pelt, let off a few snarls as his cock was throbbing against Scar's walls. Every thrust pushed in as deep as Scar could take and when Mufasa pulled back, his hole was tenderly tugged from the pulled back.

Now more than used to intense penetration, Scar's hole was clenching down on his brother's cock. And the pleasure he was experiencing was making him lightheaded for a moment. The only thing keeping Scar coherent were the huffs of hot breath and burly grunts in his ear. But they lessened and Mufasa stopped thrusting. Instead he continued to stroke Scar's chest, taking a moment to feel himself pulsing inside of his brother.

"I want to see your face." That was all Mufasa said before he slipped his cock from Scar. He left his brother missing the sensation of being filled but he knew if he did as his brother said, it would be put back in soon enough. Mufasa eased himself off of the cave wall, getting on all fours. After taking a moment to yawn and stretch, the golden lion looked at his brother expectantly.

Scar was quick to get on the cave floor, rolling on his back and spreading his legs.

Mufasa said nothing as he gazed at his brother. As he drew closer he was starting to get lost in those green eyes. The king maintained eye contact as he drew over his brother, there was a brief pause of them looking each other in the eyes before Mufasa slipped himself back inside.

Gasped from the penetration but those noises soon became steady purrs as Mufasa was starting out slow, simply rolling his hips steadily. He enjoyed seeing his brother pleasured and from how hard Scar himself was and the amount of pre that was now leaking onto his pelt, it was clear that he was enjoying himself as well.

As he continued to just carefully rut into Scar, Mufasa lowered his muzzle further and further until his lips were pressing against his brother's. His tongue slipped into Scar's mouth, bringing a heat to the dark lion's face. He could feel butterflies within him alongside the tingles of pleasure that made his cock continue to spurt pre.

As he kissed his brother, Mufasa continued thrusting the way he had before. Those hard pumps shoved his cock deep and hard, pressing against Scar's prostate each time he pushed forwards. They were both consumed by the pleasures and desires that were steadily forming for each other. Their tongues swirled together, allowing both lions to taste each other.

While still kissing, Mufasa made a deep rumble, pushing himself even deeper. Scar moaned around Mufasa's mouth, he could feel himself getting close to his limit. Mufasa's hard ruts continued to stimulate his prostate, bringing him closer and closer to release with every one of them. Scar reached up and wrapped his paws around his brother's neck, holding him close as he started to moan.

The dark lion's cock throbbed and spurt thick ropes of cum against the pelt of both him and Mufasa. His whole body was trembling and his tailhole came clenching down hard on the length that continued moving within him. Mufasa was the one to break the kiss, unable to hold back another deep snarl. He watched the blissful look on Scar's face as he continued to cum. And when he tapered out, the golden lion started to huff, looking to reach his own climax as well.

Another deep grunt came from Mufasa as Scar teasingly squeezed down on his thrusting cock. The other lion chuckled and met the clenches with hard pumps, powering through the anal wall's increased pressure.

"I'm close, Scar. Do you want me to-"

Scar pulled his brother even closer and nodded. "Do it..."

As soon as those words were said, Mufasa hilted his brother, lips drawn back over his fangs. A look of pure bliss washed over his face as thick, warm cum finally rushed from his pulsing cock.

Scar was moaning again as he was filled with seed. He could feel the shaft pulsing within him but he lost count after seven. The weight of the king's fluids were becoming heavy within him but before it became too much, Mufasa's breathing had steadied and his thrusts had eased.

The two males groaned as the golden lion pulled back, slipping his softening length from Scar's tailhole. Scar could feel his brother's seed already spilling from his insides, a small part of him was disappointed to feel it leaving him.

But Mufasa just chuckled, leaning down to lay on top of Scar. He purred and nuzzled his brother, showing affection that the dark lion wasn't expecting. Feeling a bit emotional, Scar embraced it and even went as far to return the gesture.

Scar finally made himself speak but he didn't know what to say exactly. "I never knew you enjoyed males."

Mufasa smiled and spoke in a sleepy tone. "I enjoy everything."

"You really irk me sometimes," Scar huffed but he smiled and stroked his brother's back.

"I love you too, brother."

The two of them couldn't help but giggle and they continued to snuggle together, embracing each other's warmth, smells, and touch. It wasn't long before the both of them were snoring, still close to each other.