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The Lion King: Kiara's First Heat

By Queen Sheshe

All of the characters and locations depicted herein - except Sankai, whose name I came up with myself - are the property of Walt Disney Pictures and all of its variant corporations. I've no wish to get embroiled in any copyright lawsuits, so please bear that simple formulation in mind while reading this...

***

Vitani woke up to the feel of Sankai licking at her pussy. She mrowled pleasurably, in her half-conscious state, and shifted her weight to give her better access. The rhythmic tongue-strokes across her muff were just about to send her back into a haze of pleasure when an anomalous scent crossed her nostrils. She jerked back awake in spite of herself.

Pressing a paw down on top of Sankai's head to keep her reassured that she was doing nothing wrong, Vitani sniffed deeply at the air of Pride Rock's inner cave again. She could sense that something was different than when she had gone to sleep last night, but she could not put her pawtoe on precisely what it was.

She cast her eyes around her for a moment. Nothing seemed to have changed noticeably since she had flomped down to sleep last night in the furthest south-eastern part of the cave. The rest of her former Outsider pridesisters were congregated sleeping in the south-western part of the cave. The mouth of Pride Rock opened directly to the west, and the basin floor of the cave made up the southern half of it. The more feral, predatory instincts of the former Outsider lionesses dictated that they be nearest the cave's exit if some marauding threat presented itself while they were unconscious. The veteran Pridelander lionesses were all congregated sleeping in the more central and easterly enclave of Pride Rock's cave, so as to be nearer the foot of the royal dais. Up atop that, on a plateau hollowed out of the interior of Pride Rock's north-eastern side by thousands of years of erosion, lay King Simba himself, his queen Nala lying on her side facing him, with her muzzle almost touching his, and - Vitani's eyes narrowed the slightest bit - his princess daughter Kiara spooned up against his chest, tucked under his forelegs, and their groin areas clearly aligned. Simba had evidently gone to sleep last night in a state of extreme kingly and fatherly bliss. Amidst the unfamiliar musk in the air, she could already detect the familiar scent of Simba's erect lionhood out and ready for another morning's fatherly kingship.

She shut her eyes again and threw back her head, keening as Sankai's tongue began stroking her muff in earnest. The lioness was taking full advantage of her broad leonine tongue, using every third lick or so to only scratch Vitani's lioness lips, and slide the pinched mid-section of her tongue deep inside her. Vitani was gasping with pleasure after a few strokes, but was still frustratingly aware that something was different inside the cave.

She cast her eyes about Pride Rock's floor again, as best she was able in her current carnal state, and spied her brother Kovu lying asleep against the southernmost wall of the cave. Lying alongside him, her sleeping head resting upon his chest, was Sarafina, while sprawled, apparently passed out, beneath them was a very young golden-coated lioness Vitani barely knew. She was probably one of Simba's pridal daughters - one of the young generation, born barely a half dozen moons ago, and only now attaining physical maturity. They were the first generation of Pridelander lionesses that would grow up used to seeing a plethora of pale-coated, ferocious-eyed aunts around them, as the former Outsider lionesses really integrated into the Pridelands familial structure at last. Vitani had already seen Simba start to mate with some of her former pridesisters as the next hot season approached.

Vitani squirmed and moaned with pleasure again. Sankai had stopped simply licking at her questingly, and was now actively sliding her tongue into Vitani's pussy. Without taking her eyes off her brother, Vitani put both her hands on top of the other lioness' head and urged her inward. This was too good to be stopped for any reason.

Even through the pleasure, however, Vitani allowed herself a bit of a reminiscent scowl. The final battle between the Outsiders and the Pridelanders had ended with an honourable truce, she knew, but it still felt to her the slightest bit like backsliding reproductive incontinence to see her former pridesisters - so recently warriors dedicated to his death - so ready to give themselves to Simba upon their next heat cycle. It had, after all, only been five moons since Kovu had utterly and totally changed the political dynamic of the Pridelands. Vitani cherished the memory as she never had any moment before in her chaotic family life...

***

Her brother had from the very start of the newly united pride been denied any of the pride's lionesses other than Kiara, and even her he had been required to pull out of and yield up to Simba at the slightest whim. In the uncertain climate of the times, Simba had never failed to take full advantage of this, occasionally going so far as to openly taunt Kovu by interrupting him and Kiara in mid-mating and then loudly exclaiming how hard she then came under him. Kiara herself took these moments with good humour - having lived with them her whole life - and always tried to conciliate Kovu afterwards. Kovu, for his part, having grown up no stranger to psychological abuse under Zira, had always allowed himself to be softened. Simba, however, proved almost perverse in his goading of Kovu, and could not be dissuaded from ever more frequently humiliating Kovu by making demands on Kiara in his presence.

The tipping point had finally come one day when Kiara had perfectly un-self-consciously been sucking Kovu off while he lay against a rock in a savannah clearing. Simba had suddenly appeared out of the grasses behind Kiara, swiftly mounted her, and began energetically mating her pussy without even acknowledging Kovu's presence. In the throes of an excellent muzzle-job, Kovu was obviously not greatly offended by this, and had Simba simply left after cumming inside Kiara, the history of the Pridelands might have been very different. As it happened, however, Kovu came into Kiara's muzzle a few crucial moments before Simba came in her pussy, and so it was a state of blissful afterglow that Kovu was shocked to see Simba dismount from Kiara and tersely demand that she spread her hind legs so he could take her up her tailhole. Even then, had Kiara smilingly obliged, Kovu might not have been provoked. But she had, in the event, offered a mild protest that she was somewhat exhausted at the moment.

"I can't help it if your pussy is seeing twice as much action these days, but it's not as tight as it once was, so Daddy has to get off in your tail now," Simba had smirkingly said in reply.

Kiara herself had apparently accepted the logic, and parted her hind legs and moved her tail aside for her father to swing astride her and brutally drive his erection up into her anus. She screamed with pain as much as pleasure during the intervening moments, but once Simba came up her rump and pulled out and dismounted her, she seemed to bear no grudges. Again, having grown up with this treatment her whole life, she had come to regard it as revivifying rather than humiliating.

But Kovu was not so inured to royal insensitivity, and during the ensuing anal intercourse, Simba had apparently told Kiara in a fit of carnal candour: "Don't worry daughter, when we have our first litter of cubs, your pussy will finally feel like this too." This finally proved the off-paw insult that baited Kovu out of his lifelong defensive and survivalist ways of thinking, and inspired him at last to truly take control of his own destiny.

Immediately after Simba had pantingly released his load up Kiara's tail, Kovu had harshly and coldly stared him down, and pointedly queried whether it was not Kiara's loosening pussy lips but Simba's declining virility that was troubling their sex life. Then he turned his back to Simba and strode away with extreme dignity.

It was in that moment that Kovu had challenged Simba to a physical showdown. And although neither of them knew it, they were in fact replaying verbatim the old drama between their father figures - as Simba violently roared around to face him, demanding that he confirm his challenge, and Kovu met him with glacial reserve. Only unlike Scar, Kovu told Simba that he only need name his place, time, and terms.

Simba challenged Kovu to appear on a bare earthen plateau - commanding a symbolically important view of Pride Rock to the north-east - and fight him to the best of three rounds of non-lethal combat. As this was the first time such a thing had taken place in the current living memory of the Pridelands, tens of thousands of animals turned out to watch the spectacle. The numbers were almost greater than ever came to a royal presentation at Pride Rock itself, and unlike that majestically spread audience, they were here willing to cramp themselves onto uneven uphill slopes, trying to catch occasional awkward glimpses of the action up on the higher ground, but basically reliant upon messengers to relay what was going on.

As things turned out, however, Kovu won the first two rounds of combat easily. His quick and powerful forelegs and strong shoulders proved far too much for a Simba that had long been used to relying upon unrefined brute strength. Once Kovu had ducked or dodged Simba's initial swing, he could get in three much shorter, sharper blows of his own, and then seize with his mouth a Simba now reeling under his own weight, and topple ungraciously to the ground. It was the skill of a human judo-master. Simba was thus humiliatingly forced to invoke his royal authority to re-declare the contest to be three out of five. He did win the next round by virtue of Kovu being chuffed and confident over his early upset, but then lost the next round as Kovu learned from the mistake.

By this point, the fact that the majority of the animal spectators were relying on hearsay had hurt Simba badly. He had gone in expecting them to hear of his quick victory, but by this point he was forced to put it out that he was again using his royal prerogative to change the terms of the challenge again - to best four out of seven. From this point on, he made no attempt to preserve his kingly dignity, and simply flung his whole body at Kovu with all his might, trusting the superior force of his weight over whatever cuffs Kovu's paws might be able to deal with their claws sheathed. He won the next two rounds thus, leaving him and Kovu tied at three each.

Come the last round, however, Kovu's years of gruelling combat training under Zira finally proved decisive. Vitani had been at the forefront of the audience thus far, and had salivated with admiration to see those strong foreshoulders and lighting-fast paws at work. In the last round of combat, however - as the real future of his life was on the line - Kovu finally started using those advantages in tandem with his real bodily muscle force, which had increased greatly after several moons of feasting on Pridelands game. The result was the Simba didn't stand a chance. Kovu not only beat him to a pulp in the ensuing combat and let out a triumphant roar that struck to the very soul of all the animals within earshot, but then symbolically mounted Simba and humped him to display the most elemental kind of dominance possible to those animals in sight.

The kingship was probably Kovu's to claim at that moment, but he chose the prudent option of simply solidifying himself as Crown Prince and heir apparent, with all of his family and kin as pseudo-royalty already. The immediate result of the combat in practice, however, was that Simba was forced to grant Kovu breeding rights amongst all the lionesses of the land, and renounce forever all coercive sexual rights upon Kiara and Kovu's other kindred.

Ever since then, Kovu had at last taken the chance to slough off his emotionally inhibited Outsider persona as best he was able. He had taken to public speaking far more regularly, and had fully tested out his new crown-prince powers in arbitrating political disputes among the other Pridelands animals. For her own part, Kiara had simply been girlishly jubilant at the thought that now her father could only do to her what she wanted him to do.

***

Vitani's vision of this last scene started to fog as she rapidly approached climax under Sankai's ministrations, and she faded away into first carnal principles. She loved her younger brother immensely. The times she had screamed and orgasmed under him were some of the fondest memories of her life. She was pleased to see that Kovu was taking full advantage of his new princely rights in the new Pridelands. The fact that he was now apparently confident enough to deflower one of Simba's pridal daughters in a threesome with Simba's mate's mother was obviously a good sign of his emergent authority. But that did not change the fact that Simba was still the king, and therefore, theoretically, possessed of totally autocratic authority over most other leonine bodies in the Pridelands. Kovu could now do whatever he wanted, but the symbolic weight of Simba's kingship was still enough to keep less aware lionesses - from both former prides - uncritically swooning for him first. It was simply a matter of sheer pheremonal seniority that it would take Kovu a few years yet to make up.

Vitani sharply exhaled a few times, and then bit back a roaring squeal as she came forcefully under Sankai's tongue. Her tensed form collapsed forward, and she immediately began licking at Sankai's grey-furred, dark-eyed face in gratitude.

"Thanks for the best wake-up ever," she purred.

"No problem," replied Sankai with a lovable low Outsider growl. "I owed it to you from last night. I haven't come that hard in years."

Vitani pressed in closer to Sankai and started purring contentedly, but didn't answer verbally. She knew what Sankai meant. Back in the Outlands in the years past, Sankai had had a fledgling mating relationship with Kovu. It had not worked out, and to Zira's furious consternation, had not produced any cubs. Ever since then, Sankai had been something of a lost soul, seeking pleasure wherever she could find it. She had welcomed Simba and his Pridelands for that more than any concerns of peace.

Vitani was all prepared to drift off back to sleep again when she saw that Sankai's gaze was still fixed expectantly on her eyes. Obviously she expected a reply of some kind to her compliment.

"I... we..." Vitani sputtered out, desperately flailing for some rhetorical line. This had been so much easier in the lusty silence of last night.

"There's no reason why you can't any time you want, now," Vitani finally started. "Kovu is practically co-king now. He can do whatever he wants. He could probably command Simba and other lionesses you've never felt before to join you in doing things you've never done before."

Sankai's warm gaze upon her suddenly cooled, and Vitani was almost sure she could hear a faint snarl in the back of her throat. She had obviously chosen the wrong line of talk.

"Thanks. I'll remember that," said Sankai tersely, and strode away. She passed Kovu and his two lionesses on the way, and cast them a sidelong glance. Vitani did not look closely at her eyes to see what kind of glance it was.

As Sankai left the cave - the first lioness of either pride to leave it that morning - Vitani was again aware of the subtly different atmosphere of the cave that morning. It was nothing she was definitely sure of; nothing clearly threatening, such as disease or scavengers. It just gnawed at her senses like she ought to know what it was. Like it was something immediately obvious and important to her.

She inhaled deeply through her nostrils, and stepped up onto the higher plateau of the western side of the cave to gain a better vantage point. Nothing was at all visible to her here in the vague morning light filtering into the cave, but she could definitely detect now that it was a strange new scent in the cave that she'd never smelt before.

Deciding to risk the violation of etiquette as long as no one else was awake, Vitani then stepped up onto the final plateau of the cave - the royal dias. Stepping carefully over Nala's sprawled hindlegs to position herself between her and Kiara and Simba's intertwined forms, Vitani again scanned the cave with her eyes and her nose. The former saw nothing, but as soon as she attempted to inhale with the latter, she was sent reeling. She had clearly hit upon the source of the disturbance. She looked straight down at her feet.

What she saw there sent her reeling again, and far more profoundly.

Kiara was in heat. Vitani knew the signs. Her pussy-lips were already naturally parted, and so swollen they looked like they would burst; there was sweat visibly condensing on the lower abdominal parts of her coat; and even in sleep she was already starting to shift and writhe in her lust to be bred. Most of all, now that Vitani knew what was at its source, the cause of her sensory unsettlement was totally unmistakable. The entire cave of Pride Rock was filling with Kiara's heat pheromones, and fast.

And over the next few seconds, Vitani came to realize just what a serious problem this was, and tensed up in alarm.

Simba was lying almost totally atop Kiara right now. As Vitani had sensed earlier, his lionhood was very largely unsheathed and erect. Simba was too libidinal and virile a king to remain oblivious - in any state of consciousness - to being atop a young lioness in heat for long. It would be only a very short while before he awoke and began rutting a hormonally-willing Kiara. And after that, there would be no stopping him alive, even by the entire combined force of both prides of lionesses.

And if that came to pass, Kovu would no longer be a predictable commodity. He would become dangerous in a way he never had been before. Zira's brutal, life-long, training regime in combat, hunting, and survival skills had turned Kovu into a pure weapon; one who could be counted upon to repeat indoctrination on cue but had very little aptitude or subtlety in dealing with situations dealing with the emotions or relationships, let alone real love. Kovu had fought his way from being a grudgingly accepted rogue to a fully-empowered prince-heir of the Pridelands in less than a year because of his focused tunnel-vision mentality, his incomparable skills at physical combat, and most of all, his love of Kiara. If Simba were suddenly to arbitrarily invoke his royal privilege to impregnate Kiara on her first heat - even after that right had been taken from him in combat - then there was no telling what Kovu might do.

Vitani glanced away to the exit of the cave. Sankai had just left by it. She knew that Sankai had pragmatically accepted, and claimed to fully emotionally support, the union of the two Pridelander and Outsider prides. But, on the other hand, she had never heard of Sankai mating with Simba at all, let alone willingly or with pleasurable relish. Her sexual loyalty was still to Kovu now; Zira in memory; and Scar symbolically, since she hadn't actually been old enough to ever be mated by the former king before he was usurped by the present one.

If Simba did awake in the moments to come, inhale Kiara's heated scent, and insist upon dragging her off and mating her for the duration heedless of the consequences, then Kovu would obviously be furious. He would of course have innumerable options of mating and impregnating any of Simba's lionesses - including possibly Nala herself - or punitively sodomizing Simba any number of times - including possibly in public. But Vitani knew her brother was not the type to undertake such sophisticated revenges as these. The entire current political equilibrium that the two prides enjoyed was the product of his having sincerely fallen in love with Kiara and his wish to build a real mateship with her. For her first heat and litter-bearing to be taken by her father the king might be something other lions, perhaps those born into the Pridelands from the very first, could tolerate, but Vitani knew that her brother was not one of those.

At the best, he would simply challenge Simba to a rematch of their former dominance fights, this time to the death. Having seen Kovu's swift and deadly litheness against the bulky Simba last time, when claws and teeth were supposedly proscribed, nobody could have any doubt about the outcome. The moons that had passed since then had only served to pack more solid muscle onto Kovu's frame as he came further towards his prime. Vitani did sparring training with him almost every day, and from what she had gained from it recently, she suspected even she might be able to beat Simba now. There was no way it would not be swift and certain death for him to take on Kovu.

Even worse, though, was the prospect that an enraged and jealous Kovu might stalk out Simba during or immediately after he had mated a heated Kiara for days upon end - when he was so exhausted as to be totally unable to defend himself, and the remaining aggressive Outsider energy could be reserved for putting down any Pridelander objection to the inglorious coup.

And worst of all, of course, was the prospect that Kovu might be noble about it and not recriminate with Simba or Kiara. There was, after all, nothing in the world more natural than a king lion invoking his right to breed a young and beautiful female of his pride; and the act of doing so would certainly not carry in it any denial that it was Kovu's right to do so next heat. Kovu would still get to have a lot of fun satisfying the hormonal crazes of Kiara pregnant. But things didn't really work that way. The rest of the pride - both prides - would know what had happened. There would be gossip. There would be mutterings. There would be speculation about implications. In a social entity composed almost entirely of sexed females, it could not go unremarked for Kovu's virility to have suffered such an obvious and symbolic blow. All the credit he had acquired in the Pride by beating Simba in combat would be implicitly wiped out again, and the smugness which the Pridelander lionesses would exude towards the former Outsider lionesses at this restoration and vindication would be almost palpable. The Outsider lionesses had only repudiated Zira and consented to the truce because they believed that the union of Kovu and Kiara represented the integration of the two prides on terms of complete equality. With this surety destroyed by Simba's claiming of Kiara's heat, the social and familial atmosphere of Pride Rock would be permanently poisoned. From then on, a smooth and orderly succession would be out of the question. Kovu would have to prove himself worthy of the kingship all over again, but this time even if he killed Simba as swiftly and immediately as he was capable, there would still be his cubs by Kiara to muddy the waters. A full-blown renewal of the war between the prides would be by no means unthinkable, and this time it would be an utter massacre of the gold-coated girls. And after that, there was the matter of how all the herds and animals of the Pridelands would take to their new pride of grey rulers...

Vitani glanced down at Simba's erect member again. Its barbs were beginning to sweatingly protrude now, cheekily advertising Simba's virility, and the fact that his sleeping senses had caught Kiara's scent. Vitani whined deep in her throat. She had been mated by that organ any number of times over the last several moons, and when the experience hadn't been thoroughly pleasurable right away, it had been that sort of revivifyingly agonizing pain that stays with one for the rest of their life. She didn't want it to die forever in a few moment's time just for taking an action that would be totally natural under the circumstances. Whatever his conduct afterward, Simba's action at the end of the first war had been brave and honourable. Father lions mating and siring cubs with their daughter lionesses was an absolute norm in the world. King lions taking virile and combatively adept young lions into their prides for the sake of peace between two prides, however, was substantially rarer. Whatever his other faults might be, Simba did not deserve to die for an act of social courage.

Vitani glanced around the cave. Nobody else was awake yet. Several lionesses were stirring, but only in the sensuous way of late dreaming. Simba and - she glanced over at her brother's groin - Kovu's morning erections were full but not yet fully throbbing in the presence of the lionesses they were sleeping next to. There was still time.

Vitani gingerly stepped out of the tangle of legs between Simba and Kiara, and leapt off the royal dais. Landing just outside the central pool of lionesses in the central amphitheatre of Pride Rock, she strode decisively over the southernmost wall to stand over her sleeping brother.

She only had one remote shot at this, and the future survival of the pride might depend upon it. She leaned her muzzle in and brought it to his in a passionate kiss; at the same time, she reached in with her right paw to the base of his cock-sheath and gently rested it there.

Then, in one swift, synchronized motion, she clamped her mouth over his muzzle to silence his scream, and squeezed her paw - claws unsheathing partially as she did so - into his groin. He woke up totally in a split-second instant, and would have been roaring in furious shock and pain if not for her tight muzzle-lock with him. She gradually unclenched her paw-fist from his nether-regions, but kept her muzzle locked to his. She probed the entrance to his mouth with her tongue. When she found his tongue finally meeting hers like in any of the other joyful filial-incest encounters they'd had over the years, she at last slipped away and released him.

Kovu immediately lunged up on to his feet, full of inchoate aggression.

"What the fuck was that?!" he hissed furiously. It would have been bloodthirstily to any face but his sister's.

Vitani - fixing his eyes with hers and invoking the full extent of their brother/sister empathy - held up a pawtoe to silence him and direct his focus elsewhere.

"Sniff the air deeply, brother," she said cryptically, her gaze not leaving his.

His first surge of waking rage dissipated, Kovu's senses began to align with the waking world, and his predatory instincts immediately found the same presence in the cave's atmosphere as Vitani's had. Unlike Vitani, however, he was not for a moment in the slightest doubt as to what it was.

He wasted no time on false bravado. Vitani admired that.

"Show me," he said immediately.

Vitani tentatively made her way back up through the crowd of sleeping lionesses at the base of plateau and dais, Kovu following never less than a step behind her, his face unnervingly blank. His whole waking reality had shifted fundamentally over the course of less than a minute. Vitani sympathized.

The siblings gained the top of royal dais, where Kovu - and on more than one occasion Vitani, in the grasp of either one or both males - slept. Kiara's heat-scent washed over Kovu so visibly that Vitani could see his whole form shift and readjust.

He gazed down at Simba's erect lionhood, now barely a few sleeping centimetres from Kiara's swollen opening. He snarled disdainfully in the back of his throat.

Kovu then cast one brief glance aside at his sister. In that moment, she recollected all the physically intimate moments she'd spent with him in the past: the times when he'd lain spent and aching beyond one of Zira's obstacle courses; the times when he'd been so exhausted after a lengthy combat sparring drill that he could barely keep his feet; or the times when he'd come back from a spy mission into the Pridelands having had to fight and kill some of Simba's cheetah Royal Guards. On all of these occasions before, Vitani had been there to offer him closeness and comfort, and he had always met her eyes more appreciatively then than after any of the innumerable sexual encounters they'd shared.

Nothing, though, could have prepared her for what he gazed at her this time. It was pure love, pure gratitude, and pure promise to spend the rest of his life repaying her if need be.

As soon as she had seen all this, however, it was over. Kovu's ultra-male instincts were now taking over in unprecedented force. He poked and prodded at Kiara's front with his forepaws while letting throaty growls build further in the back of his throat. Between his hind legs he was already sprouting the largest erection Vitani had ever seen him with.

Kovu's erect, virile, lion-cock was apparently the first thing that Kiara saw as she woke up, and as the first conscious, waking, feelings of her heat began rushing into her mind, she needed see nothing more. She lunged to her feet, out of her father's sleeping grasp, and began passionately nuzzling and muzzling her mate. Within seconds, their tongues were out, and they were lion-kissing each other with a loving frenzy Kiara had never experienced before in her entire life.

Kovu pulled Kiara to him, and all physical activity stopped for a second as their eyes met, and it became apparent that an elemental, instinctual mating understanding had been reached. Without a further glance at Vitani the two disentangled themselves from each other, gained their feet, and made for the exit of Pride Rock.

Vitani gazed after them. She could see that Kiara was ostentatiously swinging her tail as she went, to display her engorged sex to her mate. Vitani, in all the times throughout the last several moons that she'd had her muzzle and tongue upon that pussy, had never seen it looking as wanton as that. For a moment she almost wished she could follow along and join in.

Instead, however, she just took one agile leap off the dais, and another few swift strides after them. Enough to catch up with Kovu. She jabbed at his rear haunch and brought him to a halt. Kiara remained at bay several paces ahead of him, impatiently waiting.

"Do you understand what happened this morning brother?" asked Vitani.

"Yes," replied Kovu, displaying no ostentatious emotion or verbiage. That had been his manner often enough before, Vitani knew, but it just seemed inappropriate now.

She pressed on.

"And so do you have anything to say about it?"

Kovu paused for only a second or so, although his hindsections were still tensing and straining, clearly desperate to be off after Kiara. He affixed her with a cold and unreflective gaze; even more stiff and wooden than she would always tease him about his member when they were alone in the briar forests of the Outlands.

"I owe you a debt for this that the rest of my life wouldn't be enough to repay," said Kovu. His even, earnest, always somewhat cub-ish tones melted her heart more than usual this time.

Vitani smirked cynically, and fixed both of her eyes upon his slashed and scarred one.

"Hey," she said in her most big-sisterly voice, "when you beat the stuffing out of Simba last time, his promise of mating freedom to you and your kin meant that for the first time in moons I didn't have to have giant, barbed flesh-poles jammed up my tail every hour of every day."

Her slight emphasis on the word 'have,' indicating only annoyance at having no say in the time and place of the matter, escaped Kovu in his current distracted state.

"Let's just say we're even now." Vitani smarmed as she delicately drew closer to Kovu.

She was just able to give him a delicate lick on the whiskers before an impatient yowl from Kiara sent him scampering away.

Vitani watched them as they receded into the wilderness. They didn't stop and settle down to mating while they were in here eye-shot. Whether it was Kiara's incipient maternal instinct or Kovu's surging sense of paternal privacy she didn't know. She only knew that now she was sure of not seeing either of them again for days yet.

***

Once they were clear of Pride Rock, Kovu and Kiara ran like things possessed until they reached a space of clearing which they were used to, and was far enough from Pride Rock in an unusual direction that no-one was likely to disturb them.

They immediately fell upon each other and began passionately nuzzling and licking each other with a devotion unmatched since the first days of their then-forbidden love, and an animalistic ferocity they had never reached before.

Kiara's heat-charged pussy was achingly and desperately wide open by now, but before he finally moved behind her to plunge his hardness in, Kovu managed to get himself together sufficiently to ask one question.

"Would you really have wanted to be with your father here?"

"I would have before you showed up," was all Kiara was equal to answering before she mrowled from the depths of her chest, nipped hard at Kovu's maned neck, and strode forward to present her gaping flanks to him.

Kovu's curiosity on the point wasn't entirely satisfied, but he could care less now. He lunged forward and hilted himself in Kiara in one forceful stroke, sending them both into roaring paroxysms of pleasure. Kovu swiftly began plunging his painfully erect lionhood into Kiara as hard as he was able, bringing more desperate roars of satisfaction from her than he'd ever heard before. Kovu's first climax seemed to come after only a few seconds, but the feel of his seed being released into her seemed to spur Kiara's heated body to unthinkable heights. She orgasmed right then and there, her vaginal muscles working desperately to squeeze every last drop out of his cock.

Her heat pheromones had fully worked their magic upon Kovu by this point. Almost before he was finished with his last climax, he was already even more ready to rut her again than before. He had barely even withdrawn his cock after their first mating before he was plunging it into her again for the second time. She screamed and roared with pleasure even more than the last time.

The next few days of cub-making would be ones they would never forget.

***

Vitani turned back into Pride Rock's cave. No one was quite awake yet, but most of the lionesses' sleeping forms were growing more restless. She wondered what bizarre coincidence could have awoken Sankai so long before anyone else. Whatever it was, the united pride would thank it for years to come, whether it knew it or not. For her part, she looked forward to being a real aunt in a few months - at last some new family to salve the wounds of losing Nuka and Zira - and to meeting her nieces and nephews, whom she would no doubt be able to impress with all sorts of gruesome Outsider adventure stories. Already, cast in that light, the experiences themselves seemed less traumatic.

Vitani, casting a sidelong glance, saw that Simba's paws hadn't yet receded all the way back to his body since Kiara had wormed her way out of them to follow Kovu. She shrugged. There was every chance in the world that Kiara's pheromone scent might dissipate from inside the cave before Simba woke up: kings were notoriously late risers. And even if it didn't, he could hardly express any public indignation over having been robbed, and avow before the whole pride that he had hoped to steal Kiara's first heat from her mate. There were limits, after all, to what even a king could do.

She wriggled down between Simba's sleeping forelegs. The scent of him so up-close, in addition to everything else she'd smelled, seen, and thought over the last few minutes, was very definitely making her pussy wet with naughtiness. A warm, thick-blooded drowsiness began to spread throughout her body, especially as she felt his erection starting to prod at her crotch. Maybe she ought to stay awake to do something now... but there would be plenty of time for that later. She snuggled back into Simba's mane, and his sleeping form reflexively accepted her as his lionhood started to thrust forward.

Vitani purred with pleasure. It had been a short morning, but an interesting one.

THE END

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