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The Lion King - Everything The Light Touches

Chapter 22 - On The Edge Of Relaxation

by Mirri

Simba was partly lying on his back while sitting up against a tree, smiling contently.

"You're missing a beautiful sunset." He purred calmly, almost looking dazed and sleepy with his eyes half-closed.

Kovu looked up from the King's groin and slipped his muzzle off Simba's jutting cock, grinning as he licked his wet lips.

"Make up your mind."

Simba took one look at Kovu, one look at the sunset and then pushed down with his heavy paw to make the male's muzzle envelop his cock once more.

"That's what I thought," was what went through Kovu's mind briefly before he resumed giving the King his muzzlejob. That electrifying mane of his brushing against the spread hindlegs was apparently much too good to be passed up.

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It had been a perfect day so far. With all the tension building up at home and lionesses rubbing each other the wrong way on a daily basis, everyone had needed some time to unwind. Simba had started the day by declaring that he and Kovu would be going on a thorough border patrol mission for a couple of days. While they were gone, Nala and the eldest would be in charge; yet everyone recognized the statement exactly for what it was. The King had had enough and needed a vacation, and he pretty much encouraged all the lionesses who had been so edgy lately to do the same. Take a walk, go somewhere else.

They had left before noon, trusting the lionesses to sort things out over the next few days without their help or interference. Simba had led them straight to his favorite look-out post when he was a cub. At the very eastern edge of the Pridelands was a small mountain. Barren and unwelcoming, it made a perfect marker for separation of two lion territories.

There was a rocky cliff at the very bottom of it facing west where the stream of water that ran down the mountain dropped freely over a tall waterfall and into a deep pond. Trees and bushes grew lush green around the small, quiet oasis on the very border of the Pridelands. This was where Mufasa had drawn the border for his son and was probably the place farthest away from Pride Rock in all the lands. The most remote spot in the kingdom, yet so beautiful and unspoiled. Only Nala knew about it as well.

It took them until evening to get there, but now that they were here it was all worth it. His paws were sore, his legs were tired, but he was happy. And getting happier by the moment too.

The two lions had sat down, leaned against each other somewhat affectionately and had prepared to watch the sunset together - alone at last. Simba could not remember who had started it anymore, he just remembered their kisses. First the careful shy ones, then the more daring with full black lips pressed together, and finally the intense tongue-wrestles with groping and mrowling to accompany it.

Kovu was a horny teenlion and Simba admired him for it. He himself had never had the chance to play around and get any sexual experiences at that age and he somehow felt that he had to make sure Kovu indulged in every pleasure he could. This sense of responsibility was misled at times into a possessive desire - it had been so a while after Kovu first arrived in the Pridelands, and lately their passion had reignited, hotter than ever before.

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Simba could still feel the dampness in his pawpalm from having pulled Kovu's sheath back and stroked him stiff while they kissed. Their male scents permeated the evening air and drowned out all else, at least to their own senses. That wet mouth suckling him was better than anything he had felt before. Which was an odd sensation, because Simba had been blown by the best.

Something about the fact that it was another male doing it just made his loins spring to life more than they had for a whole season. It might also have been the slight clumsiness of Kovu in this endeavor that made it feel like his very first muzzlejob every time, but the lion was learning fast.

The red veil of the setting sun colored the world in an unreal glow and Simba enjoyed every single second of it, murring his contentment to the savanna. After a while it became hard not to notice how the other male stood stiff-legged to accommodate his own erection, and the King had an idea. He gripped the mane under his paw and tugged it upwards until the lion slipped off him again.

"I have a solution." He grinned and rolled to his paws once more, shaking off briefly in pure reflex at feeling grass and bits of dirt stuck to his back. Simba winked and tailswished seductively, getting a surprised look from Kovu when he followed him up the side of the mossy cliff. The outgrowths offered some purchase for the lions' claws so they could scale the steep rock and make it to the top.

The view was even better from up here, the stream sparkled colorfully and the long canal where water had carved its way through the rock over hundreds of years, was only a few feet wide here. There was not a lot of water coming down the mountain at this time of year, so it lent a lot of room for the leonines to settle without fear of getting wet. Due to the slope, the water sped up just before it dropped straight into the pool below with a constant low splash.

Simba walked over to the edge and lay down right next to the stream, facing directly west from here, and he could look down into pond. The stone had eroded away and created a deep pool in the ground just below the cliff. Kovu followed up behind him and licked his muzzle when the King raised his tail up high and elevated his rear enough for the deep red light to shine off his glistening shaft that hung below, wet with the young lion's own saliva.

"Come on. Just pretend I'm Nala." He teased and made Kovu grin from ear to ear.

The horny adolescent did not need a second invitation. He mounted the other male without hesitation, got a good grip on the moss below his hindpaws and pushed his throbbing lioncock through the Lion King's constricting tailring, both of them moaning as one pushed forward and the other backward. All the way in, the long shaft jumped and squirted, the enveloping warmth was just too good.

"You have a tighter ass than Nala." Kovu grunted simply.

"RRrrr... I have a feeling she gets more exercise there than I do." The King growled back good-mannered, feeling in his full right to pester the other lion about sleeping with his Queen.

"Oh yeah, she was moaning all last night."

So that was why Simba had not caught her scent late at night when all the lionesses sleeping nearby him had decided it was time to lick every part of the King they could get to.

"I hope you gave her what she deserved."

"That and more." Kovu's forelegs kept the other male's shoulders hugged between them as he worked himself up to a good pace, reveling in the squeezes and winces that came from his partner.

Simba's eyes kept closing when he looked down over the edge and into the pool, watching the sunset reflect in the water. The shadows had grown long and the last of the red surplus of the sun was burning dimly. The burning orb had vanished and now cast long, crimson rays across the underside of the clouds and colored the landscape. Just a few more minutes of daylight was left.

"You know... Nala likes it rough." Kovu leaned over the lion, panting and squeezing his body a little tighter as his pace increased. His remark only elicited a merry laugh from his lover.

"Knock yourself out, lionboy."

Simba felt a neckbite from the other lion, or at least an attempt to dig through his red mane back there, and the thrusts began to come hard and sharp as promised. He eventually had to growl at the treatment and felt his hindpaws slip on the moss from the beating his rump was getting. It was amazing how powerful the young lion's hindmuscles were, and right now they were focused on only one thing.

Being on the edge of the cliff made Simba push back instinctively and he started to feel pebbles slip between his forepaws and bounce off the side of the cliff into the pool below. He had perhaps underestimated the force with which Kovu repeatedly buried his meat to the very root deep inside his tail, and the increased resistance of him only drove Kovu wilder.

"Your golden ass is wonderful." The young feline hissed and bit into the neckscruff again, firmer this time. It was an awe-inspiring sensation to get to be so intimate with another male. Having sex with lionesses was a daily activity for both of them; this was rare.. and special.

Simba looked to the horizon with half-lidded eyes, baring his teeth and growling at a building volume, the more unmercifully his rear was treated.

"Think you can *rRrr* ...finish before the light disappears?"

"Mmmmaybe.." Kovu purred at the challenge and licked the back of Simba's ears with affection, his own rear going in a mindless motion that served only to shove his maleness inside his lover with as much resistance as possible. The flowing stream barely managed to drown out the sounds of their grunts, moans and noisy slaps of fur against fur.

"No pulling out and making a mess. I want it all inside me." Simba felt the ground disappear under his forepaws as he was shoved out over the edge of the cliff some more; his forelegs still lending some friction against the slippery moss to fight the slow, but certain sliding motion over the side.

"I'll..mmm.. clean it up." The idea of relaxing in the afterglow while licking Simba's balls was extremely appealing, and even now he could feel his velvet sac smack against the back of those heavy orbs, making both of their pairs dangle wildly throughout the mating.

Simba kept fighting the urge to beg for more, he had to bite his tongue not to start speaking whenever his muzzle was open and panting for breath. Every fiber of his being screamed for submission, but he resisted. He would keep his pride for now despite the throes of pleasure he was cast into. At this pace it did not take long before Kovu's familiar grunt echoed in his ears and the rough thrusts grew deeper and more uncontrolled just as he felt a warmth start to spread. The long, stiff maleness of the other lion that had been slipping through his tailring for minutes already was embedded fully inside with a final push, and the twitching spasms that made it scrape its barbs inside Simba's tailtunnel only served to incite sparks of pleasure up his spine that inevitably made the King moan out.

Kovu kept his climax peaceful and calm in great contrast to the furious humping he had used to get to this point; he just lay on top of his golden partner and purrrred greatly while his hips instinctively took care of giving his seed to the sweet, tight lionass he was stuck in. He had almost forgotten his devious plan, but once he regained his senses a bit, the young lion quickly pulled his barbed shaft out to a hissing sound of discomfort from Simba. The continued spurts of warm, sticky lionseed over the King's balls made up for it, however, and Kovu just rubbed his cocktip against the great orbs, covering them entirely.

Simba purred and shot his rump upward a little more, his own stiff lioncock hanging low between his hindlegs while he accepted the gooey warmth over his sac and rump. Their little session had been every bit as wonderful as he had dared to dream.

Kovu finally slumped down over the other male's back and lay panting and purring in response to the King's pleased rumbling. His groin was pressed against Simba's lower back, fitting into the curve of his muscular rear while the young lionboy oozed his last fluids into the fur there and let his own limbs trembles with exhaustion and pleasure all at once.

"Looks like you lost." Simba grinned with his eyes half-lidded in bliss and nodded towards the crimson red horizon where the Sun had already disappeared from.

"Mmm.. not the way I see it." Kovu groomed at the back of the King's ears, enjoying his own afterglow and the soothing comfort of their closeness. It was actually quite enjoyable to be able to relax on top of another lion that was bigger than himself so he would not have to worry about crushing his mate, or being chased away for that matter. Lionesses usually did not like to have the male on top of them linger for too long afterwards.

The only thing that disturbed him was when Simba started slipping forward. The first two times he thought the male was just shifting around to get comfortable, but the insistent wriggling finally made Kovu open his eyes again and make a puzzled *grunt* as he rose up just enough to clear his body from the other male, not quite sure what Simba was trying to do.

The answer came quickly when the Lion King pulled himself forward, slid his body on the moss and fell off the side of the cliff. Time seemed to pause for the confused young lion and he blinked his eyes to try and clear his head of the cloud of relaxation that was hovering around it, just as he heard a resounding splash from the pool below.

Kovu rushed to the edge and looked down with great anxiety, nervously watching the ripples and waves in the pool until the very moment Simba broke through the surface with a laugh.

"Hey, jump down. The water's great!" Simba called up with his mane sloshed wetly down over his eyes. Kovu just grinned at the sight.

"No thanks. I think I'll take the long way down." He turned and carefully descended along the same path they had taken to get up on the cliff. At the bottom was a very wet Lion King standing on the shore and shaking himself wildly to send drops flying in all directions. The sparse sunlight caught them all and sent a myriad of red shades all over the place, for a moment making them all look like tiny drops of fire that burst out across the area. Simba looked more loosened up and jovial than he had seen him in a long, long time. He was almost like a big cub running through the jungle again.

"So! Who's next?" Simba greeted him with a wide grin.

"Well, uh.."

"I'll fight you for it!" There was hardly any time to think about the question, much less to answer it before the Lion King's wet body tackled Kovu to the ground in a playful pounce.

The two lions landed hard and the sticky feeling of cold, wet fur made Kovu gasp and try to get away while Simba just seemed intent on clinging to the younger lion and tumbling with him until the dark-furred lion ended up on the ground, shivering from the cold water.

"I win!" The King roared triumphantly and pressed his muzzle against Kovu's, kissing him deeply and completely overwhelming him. All he could do was mewl weakly and get his own tongue out of the way while Simba's dug in and slurped all around the inside of his muzzle. Heavy drops still fell down on his body since a quick shake does not quite get rid of all the water that lionfur can absorb.

Only when Simba broke the kiss again had Kovu regained some of his posture and he grinned up at the massively playful lion.

"What do you want as a prize?" He dared, well-aware of the answer already since it had been pressed firmly against his belly while the two had wrestled in the grass a moment earlier.

"Mmmm.. I want your ass, Kovu." Simba looked down over the younger lion and licked his muzzle, his cocktip already poking against the furry rump down there. Apparently the cold dip in the water had not managed to get his raging erection down.

"It's all yours." Kovu murred and spread his hindlegs out for the King, feeling confident right until the moment Simba actually pushed forward hard and crammed the first few inches of thick, royal liondick up inside his rear.

"RRrrr. You're tighter than Nala too." The Lion King groaned and shoved forward harder, stuffing himself into the other male's tight rearhole by thrusting back and forth and working deeper each time. Looking down over the young lion's body and comparing his erection that was pushing free of its sheath already by the rough stimulation in his tail, and then looking at the thick, red pole that Simba was working into him, there could be no doubt why Simba was the King.

"Oooh, breed me, big boy!" Kovu rowled playfully and squirmed when Simba began bucking in rhythm and the large paws on either side of his shoulders started digging into the grass.

Simba clenched his teeth and made sure his forepaws would keep his mate from sliding upwards once the powerful thrusts began. The adolescent lion below him looked a bit like a young Scar - thoroughly attractive and clearly under the spell of the Lion King judging by the way he was wriggling and moaning at the rough buttfuck he was getting.

"Oh gods that's good Simba.. harder, you horny devil! Let me feel your barbs. Yeees, like that!" Apparently Kovu did not have any reservations about begging for it and it was difficult to deny the arousing effect it had on Simba. It made him want to just pound harder and faster and he worked his muscles to the breaking point, constantly demanding his body to move faster.

The heat of Kovu's depths and the sensation of his fuzzy tail brushing repeatedly over Simba's balls while he humped away blissfully made the older lion moan with pleasure. Kovu's pleasure-addled mind soon went back to earlier days of the two together and his tailring clenched to match the pace of each deep jabs he took in his rear - something that also threatened to make Simba lose his mind entirely to the spine-tingling rush of his primal urges.

"Damn, you're a good piece of tail, Kovu." The Lion King growled with pleasure, barely even controlling his hammering thrusts anymore, his body wanted it so badly. Clearly this was a great dilemma; Simba wanted to both make out with the young lion and run his paws through that black mane, yet he could not move his forepaws because then Kovu would start to slide upwards from the savage rut he was giving him, and he could also not kiss Kovu and at the same time admire the way he squirmed and whimpered in his all-consuming enjoyment.

Shiny, wet and golden fur mingled with dark brown around Kovu's rump, and rather forcefully at that. Each fierce plunge forward wedged the King's entire massive catcock under the younger feline's tail and made his balls jiggle from the impact, further drawing Simba's attention down to the stiff erection that was jutting from the dark-furred groin.

"Paw yourself, Kovu. I want to watch you make your own belly sticky before I give you my seed."

Kovu grinned wider and reached down while closing his eyes, doing his best to show off for the other male as he cradled his own shaft and started pawing off.

"One downside.." Kovu panted and let his paw go blurry over his rigid length, "We have to clean ourselves up. No lionesses around here."

"Oh, I'm sure we can work something out." Simba winked down at him and licked his muzzle, already having naughty plans for when Kovu would make the fur wet and sticky between the two of them.

The two lions moaned in unison, rubbing against each other, panting, sweating and working themselves closer to climax with each passing moment. Kovu's hindlegs closed tighter around Simba so he could feel the smooth, firm rump of the male slide fully against the inside of his hindlegs to excite himself further.

The silhouette of the two mating lions appeared from a distance against the light of the horizon, which had turned from red into dark blue now that the Sun was entirely gone. The horizon itself was still vaguely lit up to the west, but at the zenith of the sky the last remnants of sunlight had yielded to the pointed lights of the stars. The spots of white randomly strewn across the dark ceiling had come out to accompany the two lovers for what was going to be a very long night.

Despite Simba's attempts to the contrary, his roar was the first that echoed through the stillness of the night, startling the animals in a four mile radius from their slumber...

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Exhausted by the long walk and especially the physical exertion all night, it was long into the afternoon before the lions woke up again. It was unclear who disturbed the other first, but Simba found himself spooning the slightly smaller male, their purrs mingling as their fur and limbs did.

A golden paw caressed the dark-furred male's mane fondly, making Kovu chuckle at the pawing and shift a little so he could better feel that morning stiffness of the King poke against his back. The Lion King's interest in the downy mane was fleeting at best, and the paw was soon tracing its way down the faint stripe of dark manefur along the middle of the lion's belly, passing a few sticky patches from last night before it slipped between Kovu's hindlegs and without hesitation began to stroke his sheath. It did not take long before the young lion's own half-erect morning stiffness presented itself fully and Kovu shifted a little more at the nice treatment.

"You know.. I'm used to my Morning Duty suck. It's hard to start the day properly without one." Simba rumbled from behind.

"Mmmm.. I know what you mean." Kovu agreed, grinning toothily. "Nala would have swallowed my load several times by now."

"Yeah, mine too." The Lion King replied with a slight sigh of longing. No use complaining about the lack of lionesses out here, though. That was why they came here in the first place. His golden paw squeezed the moist shaft of the other male to keep it warm and stiff, and he leaned over to nip lightly at one of the ears sticking out of the dark mane.

"You see that tree?" The King whispered with a grin, directing the male's attention to one of the large trees near the pond.

"I've been dreaming all night about taking you against that and blowing my whole load up your tight little ass."

Both lions smirked at the idea.

"Sounds like the best argument for getting up I've heard so far." Kovu rolled onto his belly and rose to his paws, shaking himself off from the sleep and bits of grass. He then stretched out fully with his forelegs along the ground, setting his claws into the dirt to really extend his spine as much as possible. His tail lifted in the air and Simba was strategically placed on his back, looking up with admiration at the young lion's equipment and licking his lips.

Kovu finished stretching and planted a quick slurp across Simba's face before padding over to the tree and jumping up on his hindlegs. His claws sank into the trunk so he could hold on tight and remain standing like this. The dark-furred lion turned his head to look behind him; swaying his tail and waiting.

"You coming or what?"

Simba just shook his head to clear it, getting one of those sudden flashes of insight where he realized just how fortunate a Lion King he was. No enemies, always well-fed, devoted subjects, all the playtime he wanted. No Lion King could ask for more. Still, he had his duties to attend to, which was largely the reason things were going so well. The lion felt uncomfortable being away from his post for too long and this morning he had decided that once evening came again they would return to the pride.

But for now Simba had some sweet lionrump begging for his attention for the rest of the day.