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Part Seven: Nala's Place

Exhausted in truth from his sessions with the two pale sisters, Scar was not watching himself carefully enough as he strode around the kingdom. He had not been checking the scent in the air or the mood and despite his best intentions he walked right into a herd of antelope just as Nala launched out to hunt them. Startled by their king and on alert, the grazers darter away from the lioness and she swore at them and at Scar as she rushed passed him. The king watched with a grimace as she failed to even slap the legs of the impala as they bounced away. When she gave up Scar just gave a chuckle in her direction.

"Nala... I'll tell you secret about hunting impala during the fawning season... if you'll listen to me." Scar knew there was no point at this stage to teach Nala a lesson with his paws. She would only whimper to her mother and Sarafina would wind up the elder lionesses. Breaking up the groups within the hunting party and turning everyone on the 'spoilt' brat that Nala had become was taking time. He knew he would have to be the charismatic and charming king with her for as long as possible, if only to make the point to the others that she was wrong and obsessive.

"I don't want to do anything near you..." Her phrasing was aggressive and almost a little suspicious as if she might have picked up on something. But Scar ignored it; instead he encouraged her to follow after him towards the shades of a large baobab tree. Nala refused to follow after him at first, but then her curiosity and her secret jealousy of his relationship with everyone else lured her over. To her great surprise Scar walked right into a collection of impala fawns that were lying frozen on the ground. They were practically invisible, scentless and then to her surprise one youngster lunged in terror and Scar caught it. He then stepped over and passed it to Nala with a smile. "Impala calf hide in the shade - the law is to only attack the calf that breaks cover for that one is the weakest."

"But... but you killed it so it's..." Nala received a shock as suddenly Scar lifted a paw and playfully batted on her nose. He encouraged her to take the meat for herself and Nala sat down staring at the dead animal. It did indeed look very skinny considering but it would be enough for her to eat and it was a useful lesson to know. She watched as Scar strolled away from her and swiftly she called out to him. "Uh... King Scar... uh... what do you plan for me? Are... are you going to marry me off to your heir?"

"Oh Nala... I have no heir... not yet." Scar stated gently and then he gave an almost cruel grin. "Besides, you were for my nephew and I could never think of anyone but him being with you. Perhaps in time you might find another prince to come and take you. As for myself... I have already decided that Kula is the best option for any heir no matter who she pairs with, after-all I could not imagine stealing the throne from my more worthy relatives."

Leaving it to hang in the air, Scar strolled away gently with a soft smile upon his face as he looked toward the secret den that he and Kula had discovered for one another. He flicked his ears backward in fascination however as he heard Nala shift about on her feet and ponder over what had just happened to her. It was obvious she was very jealous but he was going to stir this into something more powerful and thankfully, he thought his words might have finally thrown off that old thought of hers that he was a murderer and a monster!

Nala remained sitting there for a while looking foolish, she stared up to the sky and once again asked the air for advice. To her surprise however she earned a surprise when, from out of nowhere, Zazu landed with a gentle chuckle of amusement. He'd been listening in to everything and watching it too, plus he had been feeling quite jealous of the fact that Scar did not need a major-domo thanks to the hyenas, so he had wondered if instead he could advise Nala on the matter. She looked to him with a snort as she sat down and let him peck a little bit of meat from her kill.

"Our king certainly is very different from what we'd all expected. I was angry he fired me of course but then I started to realise, every time I would meet him Mufasa would be behind me so every time he sees me... he expects his brother to come out of nowhere and greet him.... I can only imagine how much it would hurt if any of my brothers had died in front of me." Zazu stated with a sigh and a gentle clack of his beak. Nala tilted her head to the side in confusion at the words but knew far too well that Zazu did love to talk about himself a hell of a lot. With a gently sigh she lay herself down as Zazu gently stretched out his wing to pat her forehead. "Don't hate Scar, Nala, he was always a bit of an outcast and being king is not what he wanted. I'm surprised though that he's chosen Kula to adopt as his heir, you might wander if he was ever interested in females... he only ever seems to breed with the females a little and no cubs have been born yet... but I'm surprised you're not the one he's chosen. Perhaps there's something you can do to make him re-think the matter, after-all your father was a king..."

Nala rolled her eyes at first but then her mind began to click with fascination at the thoughts entered into her teenage head. Of all the males she'd ever known Scar had been the one to avoid her most and never show any interest at all. Every other male had always been a little too eager to know her better and even Mufasa had once forced her to sit and watch as he'd mated Sarabi so she knew what Simba was expecting. Sarabi had not been fond of the thought but Nala had learnt a lot about the process and she wondered if maybe... maybe Simba would have done that with whatever daughter or son they had produced together, she wouldn't have appreciated it either!

Nala took the meal in her mouth and strolled back towards the cache she'd been developing for her mother to take food from along with Sarabi. Thankfully the hyenas hadn't found it yet and Tama liked to help her out with it too, but Nala's mind was elsewhere now. She wanted to know what was so wonderful about Scar that even her cousins thought of him as the most amazing king around. Without thought she found herself strolling after his trail and calling out to him as he paced on slowly. The moment he heard her Scar paused and Nala swiftly stepped up to him with a slight blush of embarrassment; she was not sure what to say or what to do... only she had to ask him something.

"Uh...King Scar... I... I wanted to know why you've chosen Kula above me?" Nala questioned and Scar's eyes widened in surprise although his loins pinched slightly with excitement. Nala was utter perfection out of all of the lion cubs and he had promised to let Tama have fun with her and this could be his chance to work from it. As she looked nervously toward him other the subject, Scar shook his thick black mane and gave a soft chuckle before gently pressing a paw to Nala's nose.

"Nala... you were always going to be a princess rather then a queen. Yes you would have taken over the hunt but you would always have been in Simba's shadow. If he'd been around you'd have been forced into the background as a cub-producing mother rather then an elegant queen. Kula has never been accepted by the hunting party, so she would never take that position form you... however she makes friends with other animals easily. She is always accepting of others and has learnt diplomacy very well; no one has ever said anything unpleasant about Kula... except you. In fact... you're the only one who has ever said nasty things about Tama as well. Maybe you should work on your friendships with the pride and the hyenas before you even think about being queen."

Nala's mouth dropped open in surprise as she realised just how honest he was being about the matter. Simba had always told her what to do and where to go so why had she been so obsessed with being his wife? Scar once again strolled off and Nala realised that she needed to do what he said and talk to the others. He needed to make piece with Tama about how much she'd bullied her when Simba had died and how much she'd upset her. Maybe... maybe if Nala did everything to make herself the favourite of everyone instead of Kula... Scar would see her as the perfect heir?

About twenty minutes on from his little lecture with Nala, Scar was feeling his loins tighten all the more with anticipation for his next little game. As much as he had been exhausted from the morning's events, he knew that with his favourite one he could settle down and have something to eat as well as a good long sleep. Much to his delight as he walked up to the secret enclave near the river where he had decided to make his special little place for her, the dark coloured lioness was carrying a wildebeest calf down in her jaw and Scar chuckled.

"Dearest Kula... you're such a wonderful creature, you've already brought me a meal... how do you know me so well?" Scar chuckled gently as he strolled down the rocky pathway towards his happy young lioness who was staring up at him with a massive grin upon her face. She had killed the animal herself despite how bad she had once been at hunting and informed everyone that she was going to give it to Scar in thanks for all his help. Scar had never found a better tool for propaganda for himself then this wonderful young lioness. But as she settled down to eat with her, he found himself more fascinated by watching her eat greedily then feeding himself. "You're so adorable when you've got food stuffed into your cheeks!"

"Thank you your highness... have you had a good morning?" Kula questioned with a twinkle in her eyes and a sweet expression upon her face. She continued to eat away as Scar instead fell asleep from having food and good company. When she realised he had indeed fallen asleep Kula chuckled to herself and ate as much as she could before she felt bloated and tired. Slumping gently onto her side near her king, Kula breathed a happy little sigh of delight before she was woken up about an hour later by the slim dark lion.

Kula woke with a soft whimper of pleasure as Scar stood beside her, gently rubbing a toe along the top of her clit where she had rolled onto her back. He was staring hungrily at her swollen belly, turned on by it for some unusual reasons but delight all the same as Kula stretched her hind legs out and let him just continued to rub her. As her quivering pussy moistened and became slippery, Scar began to dip his toes in and out of her little pink hole, making her gasp and feeling the tightness as her walls sucked in around him. He was surprised as her pussy actively pulled at him, reacting with all the eagerness of a virgin despite the previous sexual activity between them both.

Despite the fact Scar had indeed penetrated the lioness before, he had been careful enough not to force himself all the way in but surprisingly Kula's fat pushed against her hips and kept the passage a little more narrow. It meant every time he penetrated she always kept a level of tightness and for this car preferred to play with her with his paw more then with his penis. He couldn't imagine why he enjoyed Kula so much, perhaps it was just because she was just so perfectly adorable and chubby, perfect for his perversions and his general need for affection. As Kula continued to moan slightly, Scar realised just how slick and slimy she was become within her feminine crevice and with a chuckle he lay down on his back and stretched his paws out, beckoning her to come and have a look at his probing cock.

"Do you wish me to bathe it sire?" Kula questioned in her sweet and cheerful tone although she pinched her hind legs together for the quaking within that beckoned for his cock. She stepped to her master, gently pressing her head to his groin, sniffing in his musty male scent with pleasure before gently placing a paw to his balls, rolling them gently and urging the great spiked pink shaft outwards. When it began to strain and even drip with pleasure from her ball fondling alone, Kula opened her mouth wide and took the entire length into her jaw.

"You can be rough this time my girl... like your eating me." Scar stated, knowing that though it might be a slightly painful sensation it would encouraged his shaft to lengthen all the more. With a wide smile and a nod of her head, Kula let her lips press around the shaft, itching the roof of her mouth with the spike and slowly dipped up and down in a gentle rhythm. She let her tongue roll against the pulsing veins within as she felt a thickening and the tip stretched further into her mouth. Knowing it was thick enough and long enough with little droplets of precum encouraging her to lap hungrily, Kula forced the length deep into her mouth and throat. Almost choking she was little surprise as Scar's hips automatically thrust upward and he rolled forward to grasp her head in his paws. Kula received a shock and began to choke gently as Scar forced her head right down, feeling his length stab down into her rippling throat as she began to try and suck in air.

Then, knowing that she was not going to be permitted to stop if she began to cough or choke, Kula began to suck and moan with pleasure as Scar lifted her head up and down. She began to gulp; pulling his length further in sharp, painful tugs that made his cock spit hot precum to smooth her throat. Kula continued to give little choking sounds of concern but she continued to go, feeling him swell, close to exploding within her mouth. But before he could Scar released her head and informed her to stop. Kula pulled her head away, coughing and gagging slightly as she tried to cope before she lapped her lips and looked toward him eagerly. With her body dripping with excitement for this reaction she was unwilling to leave her master in such a state but then Scar beckoned her forward with a slight chuckle.

"Come little chubby Kula... you can sit on my lap if you'd like. Do you remember when I used to let you sit on my and rub yourself when you were little?" Scar stated and Kula smiled happily. She was a little too robust, even though only a teenager, for a complete sit on his belly but when she stepped her paws over him, Scar wrapped his tail around her and encouraged her back. Nervously she widened her hips out and slowly lowered herself down onto his erect cock that sat like a dagger waiting to stab into her. Scar was going to enjoy the pressure of her weight upon his body as he mated her, but more importantly he was going to make sure he was as rough as possible. He couldn't tell why he wanted to be so aggressive with his beloved Kula, but she was the only lioness he wanted to really force himself into right now.

As Kula lowered her quivering hot, slippery passage against the top of his cock, nervous of what to do, Scar sat forward again and gently grasped her back. He encouraged her to bend forward to kiss him and when she did, eyes swimming with love, Scar pushed her hips downward and jerked his own upward. Letting Kula gave a scream of pain as he stabbed himself into her tight form, slicing her from his huge thickness, Kula winced as he hips locked around his and she tried not to sit back down. But Scar lapped at her neck gently, praising her beautiful tight, wet pussy for being perfect for him and slowly he pushed her backward. The more weight that she went back the further his cock stabbed into her, the more Kula clenched to cope with the pain and pulled him in all the more, the tightness increasing as he spewed hot precum into her. He wouldn't need to do much more to come but when Kula sat down upon him, he encouraged her sit lean forward and back as if she were rubbing herself upon him again. Kula did as she was told but tears trickled down her eyes as pain increased and yet pleasure also as she felt the need to howl and moan from the strange sensation caused by how deep her king was inside her.

Her hips took only a few minutes before they started to sway automatically against his and Kula's tongue was soon hanging as Scar grasped at her body with his paws and started thrusting upward with his hips. As Kula became exhausted and pained, blood slipping alongside her juices down her passage and down his shaft, Scar was soon making her whimper in pleasure as he too began to reached his climax. When her tightness seemed to totally envelope him and her weight sat back to pinch him, he gave a guttural roaring sound as his shaft exploded with thick cream to smother the bleeding passage completely in his sperm. He could only imagine the deepness he had pushed it into her and for a brief second Scar was suddenly thoughtful of how he could have been tickling her cervix and his ejaculation might have just filled her womb with his seed.

If that were the case, he might have a problem in explaining Kula's pregnancy to her mother and her companions, but if that were the case Scar didn't mind. He could only imagine how much more fun he would have if Kula was pregnant, after-all, he adored his chunky girl. At his hot injection into her body, Kula fainted with her own orgasm as she slumped to the side and collapsed against him. His shaft was still locked into her body though and Scar gave a soft snort of amusement as he tried to gently shift her fat form off of him, amused by the sight of his seed, her blood and her own sweet juice as he separated her body from his and then gently began to clean himself.