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Chapter 5 Seeded

It was late morning before Kiara, burning with a longing desire, saw her father mount the hill that looked over the grove where she intended to have him. With mounting anticipation she rushed up the gnarled willow with a particularly fat trunk to its first main arm where she would not be visible from the ground and yet low enough to jump down without making a sound.. This is where she would lie in wait for her clueless father to wander by. It was tricky however. Oh so tricky, for her timing had to be perfect and luck had to be on her side. If her father caught wind of her heated scent, he'd be alerted and the ambush ruined. Just as she had a strong desire to have her father, she also had an equal desire to have him take her not as his daughter, but as a lioness in full. If it was his little girl he saw in front of him, he'd probably stop her and lecture her on the importance of her decision and how it would affect the rest of her life. She wouldn't be surprised if he sent her to her mother to review her options again before choosing. But she had chosen him and desired nothing else but his teeth on the back of her neck and his cubs in her belly. Here and now.

She watched through the branches as her father approached the edge of the trees. Heart pounding, she saw him turn, raise his tail, and spray a tree. This was his primary duty of walking the perimeters of the pride lands. She had seen his orbs many times before, yet this was the first time the sight of them caused her heart beat to quicken. Adrenaline shot through her system as she saw the moment approaching. Her heartbeat pounding as her father began to walk through the willows. Step by step he got closer. Her muscles trembled, her eyes locked on her father as she watched him approach. NOW! 200 yards away, he had just turned to his left, his eyes towards the distant formation of Pride Rock. Releasing the coiled energy in her limbs she sprang down onto the pile of dirt she had dug earlier to muffle the sound of her descent from the tree. As soon as she landed with a puff of dirt she tore after him. Head low, her body contracting and extending, her feet were a blur. She was rapidly approaching him, her eyes never leaving his face. Still looking towards pride rock, she saw him raise his nose to the air. Too late, it was too late for him. Before he could pull his lips back to analyze the scents through his Jacobson's Organ, she struck. Right next to him she lunged upwards and grabbed a mouthful of his mane and throat and lifted her feet up. Her momentum forced him sideways with his head hitting the dirt followed by the rest of him. His yell of surprise lost as the wind was driven from his lungs.

She had done it. With her father on his back, savering her triumph, she released his neck and stood, towering over her stunned father. "Hi Dad!" She said in a voice rolling with emotion. Her father, after regaining his senses, looked up into the face of his attacker. Slowly his daughter's face came into view. Being shocked, he could not fully describe his feelings. After the initial sense of panic, followed by relief, His pride was stung that he was successfully ambushed. He was constantly on the lookout for attacks from other rogue males looking to challenge him for the rights to the Pridelands. To be defeated in this manner meant he would have been killed had his daughter meant harm. Then he felt his pride return with a sense of accomplishment that it was his daughter that had successfully ambushed him. His daughter! She was no longer a struggling young lioness desperate to prove herself. She could now hunt with the rest of the lionesses. All his worries for her were gone with triumphant relief. She was capable and strong. No longer someone needing to be protected. She could embrace her place in the pride, standing shoulder to shoulder with the others, her equals. As he looked into her face, radiating his love, his response died in his throat. Again, before he could react, she moved to lay right on top of him. Surprised, he found himself face to face with his daughter, as she laid her paws on either side of him and pushed her head into his mane. Her affections, while welcome, were surprising. The tender yet firm motion of her head rubbing against him was.....intimate.... The kind of gestures he only shared with her mother, and the other lionesses when courting them.

He then smelled it. That distinctive exotic aroma in the air. The aroma he had just picked up on before being taken down. He knew that scent. The same scent that was on her mother when she made him a male in full in the jungle. His daughter was in her first heat and had clearly wanted him to fulfill his end in quenching the fire building in both of their loins. He found himself wrapping her in his paws, returning the nuzzles and he relaxed into an embrace. His daughter was a lioness in full and had made the decision to stay with the pride. To stay with him. He was not about to try to change her mind. He had wanted this. Though it was her right to leave, he had hoped she would stay and accept the role as the first side branch to the royal family. She could have chosen a male to run off with, yet she chose him. He would not question her choice and would eagerly quench her heat.

With no reservations between them, no words spoken, her father began to lick her neck as she grinded her body against him. She found her neck being nipped by her father. Oh it was driving her mad with desire for him. Her insides trembled at the touch, heart racing she gasped out a note of pure bliss. He was licking, sucking, and nibbling her neck, their hindquarters rubbing against each other. He locked his jaws against her, and much in the same way she had taken him down, she found herself turned on her back with her father towering over her. A growl into her throat emanated from the king as he warned his prey that he was the one in charge now and to not move. She watched with short breath as her father began to nuzzle and lick his way down her body. With a trembling frame she watched her father make his way to inbetween her parted legs. With no modesty her father nursed her undeveloped nipples. Almost as if teasing her with the reality that they would soon develop with milk for the cubs he was about to give her.

She let out an involuntary gasp as her fathers nose brushed her swollen mound. Her puffy black lips, sensitive to the cold nose. Holding her breath she watched as he gave her a deep sniff. Shortly after he raised his head from in between her legs and bared his fangs, tasting her heat. He gave an exclamation of lust before lowering his head back and licking her mound. It was a jolt of energy to her. The feeling of his tongue sent her into spasms. Crying out she rode the waves as her father expertly stimulated the area. It was more than she could handle. And yet it was not enough. Much like her own self administrations, it made her impatient for more. She wanted it. She wanted it all right now. She could not wait another second. She had to have her father. There would be time for these activities later, but right now she wanted his throbbing red shaft in her. As deep as it could go.

Without warning her father, she twisted and leaped out from his grasp. Then immediately she leaped back at him. Rubbing her whole body across his flank she gave the cry of a needy lioness as she circled around him. Pushing her neck into his mane she heard him chuckle as he got up to his feet. She shot forward and in front of him only to lower herself down. She raised her rear end with her tail off to the side and looked back at her father. Her eyes full of desire she gave a soft mew. The message was clear. "Take Me"

With a sense of momentous events happening for both of them, her father walked forward and stepped over his daughter. As he came to rest towering over her, he felt her raise her rear end as high as she could, bearing her mound for him. It brushed his furry pouch as his shaft immediately unsheathed itself. Blood pounded into it from his racing heart. Getting into the position he knew all too well, he lined himself up with her opening. The tip of his shaft touching her lips. He paused there to lick and nibble her neck to which she again cried out. It was time. With a slow motion he began to penetrate his daughter. She roared out. Seeing her claws come out, he grabbed her by the neck and in a firm thrust hilted her. Pausing there, he let her roll through the sensations. Experience taught him to wait.

For her part she was in ecstasy. The feeling of her father filling the needy void was beyond anything she could have hoped for. The feeling of his orbs gently but firmly pressed to her lips let her know that she had been taken. She could feel it! She could feel the tip of his member resting up against the end of her opening. With every throb of it matching the rhythm of his heart, she let out another mew. Her body again shook under her, she felt the walls of her passage clamp down on the object of her desires.

In turn, the king began to withdraw, the spines of his shaft flared as they racked her virgin opening. She roared out underneath him, but the hold on her neck kept her under him as he hilted her in a powerful stroke. Back and forth he went. Every stroke firmly massaged his glands. This was a privilege. Every time he took the virginity of a lioness, he cherished the experience as it was the biggest reason he enjoyed being king. Despite the continuous exhausting work it was. It was for these moments that he lived for. And here was his own daughter that was milking him for his seed. Nothing compared to this moment. Not even his first time with Nala. He had been a clumsy virgin with no experience on how to make the most of the moment. Not anymore. He could give his daughter a moment she would never forget. She was his and his alone. She would take no other male. Her heats were his to enjoy. His cubs, she would bare. Those thoughts were intoxicating as he kept a firm hold of her neck. He could feel his climax beginning to build. His orbs began to tense up as he increased his speed. Back and forth he went, the pressure both great and terrible. He had to let go.

Reassuring his grip on her hips he pushed with all his strength into her. One, two, three. On his third stroke he buried himself as deep as he could in her. Roaring into her neck, he let go. Immediately he shuddered himself into her. Ropes of his essence shot deep into her. Right up against her cervix. Hot and potent he shot several large streams before it began to taper down. His mind soon flooding with the ecstasy of release he let go of her neck, his orbs still throbbing from a job well done. In a daze he slipped out of her thoroughly used opening. With shaky legs he plopped down next to her, still riding the shockwaves of release.

For her part it had been everything she had hoped for and more. From the first moments of his barbs catching her walls she had immediately tried to bolt out from under him. An involuntary response for it did not hurt, but rather was so sensational, she could not handle it. He had forced her head down and pushed back into her before she could respond and it had been pure bliss as the maneuver did not take more than a second. All she could do was cry out as the cycles reapeated faster than she could respond to. She felt every thrust fill her, every barb rake her, and the experience was overwhelming. Almost dizzy with the experience she had felt her father speed up a bit, making longer strokes. She felt all but the very tip leave her hollow and empty before driving back into its home. Instinctually she new he was gonna release into her, her body already buzzing with sensation seemed to tense at the signal of anticipated climax. She wanted it, she wanted it so bad. She wanted to feel what the other lionesses received from him. Now it was her turn to be seeded. One, two, three and he slammed back into her while driving her neck back with his teeth. She felt it. The twitching of his member as she felt an immediate warm wetness on the back of her passage. Immediately it triggered her own cry of release as it felt like her womb contracted on itself at the presence of her father's emissions. Riding the waves she felt him continue to release, the warm pool growing in her, the feeling of relief began to take hold of her. Like a bucket of cool water, she felt her heat-addled brain return to normal as the urges and sensations dominating it for the entire day seemed to be cooled to a lonely ember rather than a roaring fire. After pressing into her for a few more seconds, she felt her father let go of her neck and stand. His shaft slipped out of her rather easily as she shuddered with its absence. Without thinking she rolled over and began to roll around, an instinct that would make sure her cervix was fully coated from the copious pool of semen left by her father. After a few rolls she saw her father with wobbly legs fall down next to her, his eyelids drooping, a glazed expression on his panting face. With a clear head she studied him. This was now not just her father, but the father of her soon to be cubs. This was the male she had chosen as the best for her. She knew in her heart she had chosen right. Her father would be the only one she wanted in her. With a fierce sense of submission she grinned at the spent male next to her. He better wake up soon. Because if seeing the other lionesses taught her anything, it's that the fire in her belly would stir back into a blaze in no time at all. And he better be ready. He was hers, for the several days her heat would last, he was hers.