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The Lion King - Everything The Light Touches

...is Simba's to hump.

************************* THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING! *************************

Don't read this if you're too young, etc. It's meant only for adults and mature minds. Which is not the same thing.

This story series has been posted on www.yiffstar.com and ONLY there! If you find this anywhere else, beat up those people for me, would you?

You can link all you want, though, that's what the Intertubes are for.

The series is rated PG for Pretty Graphic. NC-17 doesn't even *begin* to cover this. The stories contain very detailed descriptions of lions doing naughty things. This is not family entertainment. This is not even late night pay-per-view entertainment. If you want to see animalistic debauchery of this magnitude anywhere else, you'll need to go to Amsterdam. Or watch the Discovery channel.

It has all your favorite TLK characters in the most vile positions you can imagine and in every combination (let me know if I missed one).

All characters are belong to Disney (otherwise it wouldn't be fanfiction, now would it?) and by reading this you relieve me of all responsibility concerning the emotional scarring you may get. So there. If you read on it's all your own fault. Don't say we didn't warn you.

There's no plot, no story, only a setting. If I had to pretend I was writing a serious epic where all the sex was just a natural part of the story progression, this series would have been five times as long and I just don't have that kind of spare time.

It's all just mindless, unapologetic lionsex without any strings attached. Don't complain when this leaves your literary desire for culturally significant work famished, because it's not meant to be intelligent and thought-provoking in any way. I could barely summon the effort to make it entertaining.

The reason I wrote all this is that usually these kind of stories look like they've been typed with one hand and then published without having ever been read a second time by the author. I wanted to do something better.

Also, it was impossible to avoid the incest issue since all the freakin' lions are related! Even if you live in a magical candyfloss fairydust Disney fantasy world and we assume that Simba and Nala do *not* have the same father, Nala's father would still have to be Scar and he's Mufasa's brother.

Despite this, I've clearly keyworded the stories where direct incest happens, so if you want to delude yourself into thinking that Simba and Nala are not half-siblings, there are a few stories involving just the two of them.

As a final note, this is the revised edition of this first chapter. After getting 10,000 hits on this story I was starting to feel ashamed about the crappiness of it, so I rewrote it. If you are the unfortunate owner of the old story, please do me a favor and print it out, crumble it up, set fire to it, and then wipe the file from your hard drive with secure shredding software.

Have fun!

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Morning in the Pride Lands.

The rising sun cast a dull red light through the entrance of the cave, trying to sneak its way in, but the dark corners defied the light still. The lionesses had already left the cave and were lounging down the side of Pride Rock all the way to the waterhole in their usual spots where they lay waiting for the sun to heat them up and get the day started.

As usual Simba was snoring away merrily, always the last one to get up in the morning. Such are the privileges of being the King.

Like any other morning the King needed to be awakened gently, and the lioness who had her turn to do this fulfilled the position of what was known in the pride as 'Morning Duty'. This position was something of a commodity and was traded eagerly between lionesses for favors. If the Pride Lands ever had any local currency, this would be it.

Simba growled lightly on his back and stirred in his sleep. He started drifting from his pleasant dream world, drawn to reality by the soft, slurping noises echoing gently off the cave walls. The lion lifted his head up and looked down between his spread hindlegs where Nala was busy at work, moving her moist lips up and down his morning stiffness.

"Mrrrrr.. good morning to you too." the King offered and grinned down at his mate who apparently was today's lucky lioness. It was always exciting to wake up each morning and find out which lioness' turn it was.

"Use your paw." he sighed lightly in enjoyment, still feeling groggy and half-asleep.

Soft pawpads started stroking his full balls and made them churn and twitch, heavy from a good night's sleep. The first load of the morning was always the biggest and most tasty. It had been building up for hours, which was rarely achieved when the lion was awake.

Simba purred away with a smile, enjoying the lewd sounds of Nala's tongue slurping him while she sucked him off expertly. It always sounded so much naughtier in here since the noises bounced off the walls and could clearly be heard.

The eager lioness nodded her head between his hindlegs for several minutes while the sleepy Lion King's body woke up and started to shift and buck his hips a little too, getting into the motion more.

"That's it, love." He panted, "Almost there..."

Nala increased her speed, bumping Simba's cocktip against the back of her muzzle repeatedly even if it made her gag a little. She clasped a paw around the base of his long maleness so he would not go in as far and then started suckling him all she could.

In response Simba groaned and closed his hindlegs around Nala's neck to hold her in place and push her down more on his length. He then gave her the reward she was waiting for. Sudden blasts of thick, viscous lionsperm shot into her muzzle and Simba snarled out loudly.

Nala gasped and started swallowing as fast as she could, but she still could not keep up with the massive flow of the lion's first orgasm of the day. Soon the unyielding gushes of seed started running out the sides of her muzzle and down her chin, but the sight only made Simba even more aroused.

The rich, creamy taste made the lioness' head swirl and she just nursed from his cock reflexively like a cub, sucking down all that she could while his heavy balls twitched in her paw.

He finally settled down and exhaled deeply as he uncrossed his hindlegs behind Nala's neck so she could pull away, but instead of just abandoning him where he lay to recover, she immediately got up on top of him, hindlegs straddling his lower belly.

Simba watched in breathless pleasure as his mate lowered herself down on his still rock-hard erection and closed her eyes with a little whimper when his proud maleness pierced her sex. She sank down over him, impaling herself about halfway before pulling up again and then dropping down once more. With both of her forepaws on his chest she could maintain her balance and rock herself back and forth, using the King's sizable pole to please herself on.

The male was already thoroughly enjoying the sight of his mate riding him.

"Mmm, you look like the day we conceived Kiara."

"Don't you mean 'days'?"

"Yeah, that's right." The Lion King's lips curled up in a smile. "We barely got any sleep at all, you just wanted me constantly. It was the first time I had ever been close to a lioness in season. You were such a wild kitten."

Simba's paws reached up to her chest and rubbed downwards, feeling her rows of hardened teats with some satisfaction. She was undoubtedly getting just as much out of this as he was.

Nala bent over her King, their bellies touching, and she did have to stretch herself a bit for her lips to meet his, but they managed to link muzzles and wrap their tongues around each others' all the while the female was bouncing herself up and down on the big lion's member.

When she pulled away again, Simba licked his lips with a grin and tasted himself all over.

"You're such a bad girl. Giving me back my own stuff."

"You must be used to it. Growing up.. mm.. in the jungle all alone." Nala smiled sweetly and felt his hindlegs close a bit so he could feel her rump rub against his thighs back there.

"Yeah, brings back memories. It started feeling good one day when I groomed myself... and I haven't stopped since."

The rumbling purr of the male was starting to tickle Nala's crotch and was probably a significant factor in the way that the warmth of her arousal spread inside her at such a rapid pace. In the middle of it she suddenly pushed herself forward far enough to break the connection with her lover. Simba's hard prick spurted a bit of precum over her rump when it was left all alone and dripping wet out in the open.

The sudden unexpected disconnect snapped Nala out of her hazy trance for just a moment and she was actually able to overcome her urges to continue mating, in favor or a more pressing thought on her mind.

"I want to see."

It took a few moments longer than usual for the meaning of her words to seep through the fog into Simba's head. His smile sort of faded when she stepped off him to the side.

"Well, I was just joking mostly. After I took back the Pridelands I've had lionesses to take care of that sort of thing." The King reached out a paw to feel her foreleg as it drew away from him. He held onto it as it slipped between his paws, firmly enough to feel her fur tickle him, but not firmly enough to hold her in place.

"I want to see it." Her eyes gleamed with mischief. She was in that mood he knew only too well. The no-argument mood.

Simba knew that he might as well bow to her will now rather than later, so he rolled onto his side and curled up on himself, lifting up his top hindleg and putting his muzzle down to lick at his own jutting shaft. He tasted his mate's juices around it, which made it not half bad, actually. Without a second thought, the male took it in his maw and started to suckle reflexively, and found that the little thrusts with his hindquarters came automatically too.

"That's pretty hot." Nala watched with great fascination and closed her gaping muzzle when she noticed herself drooling a bit.

The well-hung Lion King watched his own golden orbs jiggle in their furred pouch as he bucked his hips and kept his black lips sealed tight around his sensitive pole of flesh. There was no denying the pleasure he felt from this.

When his eyes closed in concentration to speed up and get this over with, he was suddenly interrupted by a long, wet lick up the back of his balls as Nala had apparently decided to help out. She winked at him and watched up close and personal now.

For some reason that made Simba grow quickly aroused, especially with the audience being who it was. He felt a desire to show off to his awe-struck companion and he made a point of not swallowing anything, just letting saliva and precum run down his chin in a steady stream to facilitate the lewd slurping noises he was making.

Even with the lionesses so well-trained by now, there were still very few that could imitate the familiarity and routine of an entire cubhood of doing this with himself.

There were still slight differences, however. He was bigger than he remembered, the round rod of lionmeat made his own cheeks bulge out a bit. Also the barbs were much more mature, scraping against his tongue and the roof of his muzzle with his movements. Their constant abrasion lent a certain numb sensation to his muzzle, for a moment starting to make it feel like someone else was sucking him off.

"Do it," she edged him on with her low, seductive whisper and she knew exactly the effect it had on him.

Simba grunted helplessly when he felt his point of no return fly right by, and he then blew his thick, creamy load in his own maw, instantly starting to swallow out of pure habit. The King growled and pulled his head away when his mind had cleared enough for him to realize what he was doing, which took quite a few powerful spurts of warm malemilk.

"Yeeech, tastes like being a teenager again." The lion grinned and licked around his muzzletip to clean off the sticky layer of white pearls stuck to his fur.

He gave an approving rumble when Nala's muzzle engulfed his still cumming shaft and she let him finish in her mouth.

"Now you have to show me what *you* did as a teenager." Simba shot her a wicked smirk.

Nala blinked and lifted her head up, "I don't think that--"

"No excuses. It's only fair."

Nala looked unsure for a few moments, but eventually rolled over on her side. It was fair, after all. She reached down to grab her tail and pulled it up to her face, stretching it as long as she could, but she still had to bow her head a bit to meet it. She took the whole tuft into her muzzle and suckled it to make it all wet before lifting up a hindleg and without hesitation inserting it directly into her sex.

Simba watched with muzzle agape and eyes as wide as the Pridelands gorge. His Queen looked up at him, blushing bright red and feeling somewhat more shy about showing off like this than he had been. This was a part of her memories and her cubhood that she had never shown him before.

She inserted several inches of her tail, taking in more than she had done back when she was younger, and then with her paw gripping her tail right outside of her, she started to push her tail back and forth in her pussy, immediately biting her lips and moaning at the sensation of her tailtuft tickling her on the inside in an already over-sensitive area of her anatomy.

"Wow.." Simba drooled a bit down his chin and watched his mate pleasure herself with the end of her tail. Despite her shyness she could not help the arousal she felt at this and just had to start moaning out even if she wanted to keep quiet and regal. So obvious was it that Simba could not refrain from teasing her.

"You're pretty noisy." The King commented with a grin and had indeed made his mate squeal like that before himself; it was always amusing to hear and after the first few times of trying to keep her quiet, he had actually started getting aroused by the way he made her involuntarily express her pleasure at having sex with him. This was no exception.

"MMmm yeah.. I was caught a few times."

Simba licked his lips. This story was getting more salacious by the moment.

"Who caught you?"

"Scar.. Mmr.. he made me finish while he watched."

Simba was immediately taken aback by that, yet he felt quite conflicted about it. On one paw he did not at all like the idea of Nala's evil father having watched her like that, but right now he could most certainly understand why this lion, any lion in fact, would want to just sit and stare.

It was arousing beyond words. It was naughty, racy, provocative, erotic. It was beautiful.

He still felt like he ought to say something derogatory about his uncle in that sense, if nothing else then for appearances, but he only got as far as opening his mouth and drawing in a breath before Nala pulled the tail from her loins with a wet *schlrp*, lifted the dripping wet tailtuft up to her muzzle to take inside and suckle on her own juices before replacing it between her hindlegs and continuing again.

Simba's jaw dropped and he felt warm precum trickle down his balls in a stream of clear fluids discharged from his cocktip. All other thoughts in his mind melted away.

"I know just how to keep you quiet." He growled with a lustful overtone and stepped right up to stuff his rigid cock into her muzzle, finding her more than willing to give him a blowjob while she had tailsex with herself. He could tell by the way her hindpaws were curling and uncurling at a more rapid speed that she was right on the edge of climax now.

Nala herself had indeed not done this since she was a teenlioness and the memories just came flooding back to her amidst her groans and the flashes of pleasure that surged through her body. What she had said was true, but of course there were details that Simba did not need to know. Like the fact that every time she had been caught in the act, Scar had stepped up to stand over her belly and with his bony paw stroking his red-furred sheath he had jerked off while watching his daughter pleasure herself. Often while cooing and praising her efforts.

The memory was still strong enough for Nala to shiver when she suddenly felt the phantom sensation of Scar's warm cum splatter across her face, her throat and over her ears, as it had done so long ago. Just remembering this was powerful enough to trigger her own carnal ecstasy.

Simba noted with great satisfaction the muffled, gurgling cry around his pulsing lionhood and the spray of clear fluids down his girl's own tail due to the plug it had made in her slit. He had certainly hit the jackpot with this lioness. She was worth conquering a kingdom for.

Maybe she would do it with his tail next..?