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The Lion King - Everything The Light Touches

Chapter 26 - Memories Renewed

by Mirri

Vitani woke up to a sweet, familiar scent pressed right up against her nose. She gave a soft smile, still feeling groggy and surrounded by a white cloud of sleep. Just prior to opening her eyes she began licking slowly over the source of the scent, even before her mind had awoken enough to realize where she was.

Sarafina made a quiet sigh from the other end and Vitani found herself staring at the underside of the other lioness' tail, her tongue sweeping across the female's sex. The memories of last night were starting to come back and Vitani moved her head away to lick her own muzzle just to see if she remembered correctly. Oh yeah, it was still matted with dry fluids just like it was supposed to.

It had not all been a dream, then. Sarafina verified this in her own way by returning the favor, licking the younger Outlander between the hindlegs where her own head had rested all through the night as well. Purring quickly ensued from both of them and they lay quietly in the grass behind Pride Rock to wordlessly enjoy each other's company, grooming one another lightly while they woke up.

Vitani's paw came to life and scritched a bit back and forth over Sarafina's rumpfur, and she was rewarded with soft little affectionate kisses to her slit from the other lioness. She could not remember ever having experienced a more pleasant morning, and she hoped they would not be interrupted by any of the lionesses sleeping in the cave; at least for a while longer.

Eventually they both felt their energy return and the young Outlander drew her head back and rolled away to sit up and shake herself. Sarafina just rolled over on her back with a lazy grin and looked up.

"Thank you for spending the night with me." Her eyes gleamed with tenderness.

"Heh, anytime." Vitani grinned and bent down to nuzzle her companion.

Sarafina lifted a paw to the back of the young one's head and pulled her down in a kiss so they could both share the interesting tastes on their tongues for a few moments. Just looking down the gorgeously soft tummyfur of that creamy-colored lioness made Vitani's knees weak again, yet she knew she had to clean herself before anyone discovered that scent smeared all over her; and perhaps practice her solo hunting skills a bit too for a nice breakfast meal.

The two lionesses parted in silence to begin the day, both of them smiling and feeling that warm, fuzzy sensation in their bellies that only a happy memory could give one.

* * * * * * *

Having seen the two lionesses romping in the grasses behind Pride Rock that night before, Kovu and Nala had been forced to find another place in which to practice their secret love. It had been a longer walk than planned, but their forest spot was nice and secure. Hardly anyone ever came in there, it was too damp and moist for the tastes of most felines, but they had gotten used to it by now.

They had even stopped bothering to meet in a new place in the forest each time since no one had even come close to discovering them. Granted, their spontaneous displays of passion in the middle of the Pride Rock sleeping cavern last night had been somewhat short-sighted, but they could not really help themselves. Besides they had been very quiet about it.

Kovu lay spooning his lover and ran his paw down the belly of the dazzlingly beautiful lioness, making her sigh softly and start to wake up a little more each time he paused to pay extra attention to her teats hidden beneath the fur.

"Goodmorning, my Queen." He purred softly in her ear and licked the back of it.

"Mmmmorn'mmm." She murmured back, clearly still floating around somewhere in dreamland.

Kovu paused his stroking and moved his hips down a little so he could carefully pull his stiff lionhood out of her sex where it had been firmly embedded all through the night - kept stiff by her wonderful heat and tight passage. Needless to say that woke her up a bit more and she made an unreadable combination of a purr and growl until his barbed rod was free of her entirely, but made no move to escape or otherwise retreat from his embrace.

Being the horny teenlion he was, Kovu immediately positioned his tip a hole lower and poked lightly against Nala's tailpucker where he still felt the dampness and the dried traces from last night when he had taken her there as well.

"Does the Queen want it in her tail this morning?" he purred playfully, pushing in a little to feel the warmth.

"Mrrrf.. not right now." She breathed with a hint of an irritated grumble in her voice. Nala was clearly not in the mood for anything other than finishing her nap.

Kovu took the hint and settled back to stroke her tummy pleasantly for while longer, adding a few licks to the back of her head as well before he finally untangled himself from her and stood up. Well, since he was the substitute Lion King until Simba returned, he might as well patrol the border or something. The male needed a bath anyway, so he started to make his way out of the forest towards one of the waterholes at the edge of the kingdom to the north.

The damp morning grass bent under his paws and tickled him as he walked, quickly coloring his pawfur dark from all the dew that had covered the land during the night. On the way he spotted his sister in the distance and changed course slightly, not entirely sure he wanted to meet up with her until he had been cleaned off. Besides, it looked like she was heading out to the Kasuji plains to get some breakfast. The lionesses had been hunting there a lot lately and coming home with some yummy zebras.

There seemed to be a lot more food around when Simba was not home.

* * * * * * *

"Riiiiiiiiiight...NOW!" Kiara grinned and set her forepaw down on the other side of the large triangular rock.

Simba purrchuckled and shook his head as he continued walking alongside her.

"Yay! We're home!" The excited adolescent lioness bounced around in a circle that enclosed the casually striding Lion King. The rock marked the northern border of the Pridelands and the two had finally made it all the way back home.

"Almost, sweetie. Almost." It would still take a few hills before they could see Pride Rock in the distance, but it did fill them both with a pleasantly warm sensation to be back again. To their joint surprise they did not have to wait that long before they encountered a familiar face, since the first waterhole they headed for to get a drink had Kovu bathing in it when they arrived.

Simba chuffed out a greeting from a distance upon spotting Kovu and the reunion was a joy, at least for the two young lions. Simba still looked at the horizon with a sense of yearning and anxiety. His paws kneaded the grass impatiently while he waited for the others. Kovu seemed to notice and just shot a grin at the King.

"Don't worry, Simba. Pride Rock has not collapsed into rubble while you were gone." The young male tried to reassure him.

"I'll believe that when I'm sitting on the promontory." Simba smirked back and returned Kovu's enthusiastic nuzzle. It was good to be back indeed.

Kiara was hungry and urged the other two lions on, but Simba ended up merely walking behind them while the two giggled and exchanged stories of what had happened while they had been apart. He was not paying much attention to them, he just noted Kiara's slight limp with some satisfaction.

Mmmmm... In some ways their journey had not lasted quite long enough. He could easily have spent a few days more alone in the wilderness with a lioness as young, flexible and willing as Kiara. Even now the sight of her shapely curved rump made it slightly more difficult for him to walk casually. He had been planning on a quick little session when they reached the first waterhole, but Kovu's unexpected appearance had ruined that.

"Please tell me there's food." Kiara hung out her tongue.

"Oh yeah, the lionesses caught a fresh zebra just yesterday." Kovu grinned at seeing Kiara's mouth water at the idea.

"So anyway! Tell me all about what you've been doing."

For some reason all the stuff Kiara knew perfectly well that she under no circumstances ought to tell him about, was the stuff that first flooded her mind and it took her a few moments to sort through her memories to find something she could tell him about.

"Well, um, Tungora was really cool. He was nice and noble and really awesome to hang out with. He showed us a great time." Kiara grinned, mostly at how accurate that was without ever revealing what had actually happened on their visit. It made Simba smirk behind them as well.

The tip of Pride Rock was finally visible after the group had cleared one of the hills and that sight made Simba sigh deeply with relief and sit down heavily in the grass. The other two lions paused and looked at each other before gazing back at Simba, almost sensing how his burden of anxiety had just fallen off his back and tumbled noisily across the ground.

"You okay dad?"

"Of course. It's just.. nice to see my home, that's all."

Kiara grinned and gave a swish of her tail before she continued onwards. Zebra meat was ahead. The others would have to catch up.

Kovu on the other paw was well-fed and in a good position to notice such subtleties as Simba's red lionhood jutting out into the air as he sat there in the grass. Zebra was not something that could satisfy the King's hunger, and Kovu slipped up to whisper to him.

"You know, there's a lone lioness hunting in the Kasuji plains..." The young lion winked and turned to follow the Princess who was taking healthy strides to make it back to Pride Rock faster.

Simba licked his muzzle and stood up again.

"I'll see you back at Pride Rock later, Kiara. I have some business to attend to."

He only got a hurried "Sure dad, whatever!" out of her and then plotted his course for the plains. The noonday sun would be less harsh by the time he made it there, all they would need would be a tree with shade.

All the way back towards home, Kovu did not concentrate much on the lioness beside him. They made some smalltalk, but no one was really focusing on the conversation. The more that large rock towered up in the distance, the more Kiara's mind was filled with the thoughts of delicious, succulent meat.

At the same time, Kovu kept thinking about Nala in the woods. He had been gone for hours, but with any luck she was still dozing there and hopefully in a better mood. A plan was forming in his head.

Once they were close enough he would excuse himself for a little detour through the forest. The way he figured it, Kiara would be busy eating, Simba would be way out there on the plains somewhere, which should leave the two lovelions ample time for a romp or two, before he would have to tell Nala that the others had come home again.

* * * * * * *

A squeal resounded over the plains and a lone hare sprinted across the dusty ground, leaving behind a light brown cloud and a frustrated lioness who gave up the chase after only a few seconds.

"Dammit!" Vitani growled and whapped a rock across the ground angrily with a forepaw. This hunting thing was a lot easier when you could corner the prey with some help from your pridesisters. Now she had to sneak up on them and they kept spotting her before she was close enough to be able to outrun them.

The fruitless attempts were the most frustrating thing about it, she did not mind too much getting hot and sweaty. Yet maybe hunting at noon had not been her best idea either.

Vitani found a group of trees nearby where she could sit down in the shade and catch her breath as well as cool off. Unfortunately her rapid panting pretty much blocked out her sense of hearing and the poor lioness never knew what hit her when a sneaky golden blur suddenly pounced her from behind and knocked her down on her belly with a loud *OOOOF!*

"Not much of a hunter, are you?" Simba grinned widely and kept her trapped between all four legs around her sides. He leaned down to lick the back of her ears.

"I was distracted!" Vitani growled and tried to get up, but found herself firmly pinned down in her small lion-prison.

Simba just chuckled and nipped her ears playfully before nuzzling through her funny patch of headfur, which made her calm down a bit and giggle as well. He knew Vitani was used to playing rough, so he was well-prepared when she suddenly started squirming and pushing around to try and get free. Her paws scrambled to get an opening, or a grip on something, or at the very least try to find a weakness in the fortress of lion that held her down all around, but the male stood firm.

"Ohhhh yeah, don't stop struggling, Tani." He breathed from behind with his eyes closed and Vitani suddenly noticed the long, rigid bulge pressing down on the bottom of her spine from above.

"Feels like I'm not the only one out hunting here." She grinned mischievously and knew there was no way he was going to let her get away now. Simba smirked lewdly and pressed his groin against the young lioness' rump so she could clearly feel his arousal.

"You've got that right. Mmm, this seems familiar." He whispered down at her.

"Huh?"

"Remember the first time we did this..?" The lion purred seductively.

Vitani blinked and had almost forgotten. It seemed like a lifetime ago. Their first meeting like this had been in the great battle between Zira's and Simba's prides.

That day had brought many surprises for everyone...

* * * * *

The battle had been going on for some time now; most of the lionesses and other members of the pride had split up and the fight that started as a row of warriors attacking each other straight on had become a thin and stretched melee amidst the savanna grasses and boulders that dotted the border between the Pridelands and the bleaker, more desolate Outlands.

Simba darted behind a rock to catch his breath, having just driven off a pair of lionesses that were trying to pin him up against it so they could hold him long enough for others to arrive. The King took in a long, deep breath and then exhaled slowly, trying to recover his strength so he could continue in the hectic fight. The growls and battle cries echoed through the pouring rain and memories, painful memories of the final showdown with his uncle tore through his mind.

Perhaps fortunately so, his thoughts were interrupted by a loud snarl from atop the rock. Simba jumped back and spun around quickly, only to come face to face with one of his most feared enemies. The Princess of Zira's pride.

Vitani stared right down at the male, looking tense and wound up as if she could attack at any moment. Her eyes were wild with rage and her fangs were bared, glistening sharply in the dull grey rain.

"Thought you could escape?" She barked fiercely, snapping her teeth.

Her warning had made Simba retreat too far from the rock by now for her to be able to efficiently lash out at him, so she jumped down into the mud and started fearlessly circling the much larger male as if he were already her captured prey.

Simba's eyes narrowed, barely visible beneath the wet bangs of his mane that now hung down in his face due to the pattering rain.

"Vitani..." He made sure to keep facing her as she circled him, always keeping his enemy in his field of vision.

"I'm not going anywhere until this is over. One way or another."

"Suits me fine." Vitani clicked her teeth loudly, crouched down and then leaped at the lion with a savage growl, forepaws first and claws fully extended, poised to tear through skin and fur like butter.

The Lion King grunted low under his breath. He might have been scratched up and a little winded from his earlier fight, but being a male he was much bigger and stronger than the Princess of the Outlands and knew full well how to use that to his advantage. Rather than dodging or waiting for the attack, he launched himself forward, putting his weight behind himself as he tried to slam his body into his foe, hoping his momentum and greater weight would be enough to stop her before she could get a good strike in.

Fortunately for him, Vitani was a lot better at threatening than fighting and she was used to practicing with lionesses about her own size, never big lions. Kovu was nowhere near as bulky as the King of the Pridelands.

Simba's paws landed squarely on the leaping female's chest in mid-air and knocked her breath away, sending her flying backwards and down on her back with the mass of lion coming down on top of her. She was stunned for a moment and her paws flailed in desperation, trying to grab at her attacker, but all she could manage was to bump all four legs against the lion's sides. He was simply too close to her and feline legs do not bend inwards very easily.

Simba did not waste his time ending the struggle either. He leaned forwards, putting all his weight on his forepaws to keep Vitani pinned to the muddy ground, and put his muzzle low in her face as he felt the flailing legs ineffectually try to grab him while the lioness was still shocked by the impact. His chest rose and fell in slow, heavy breaths as he stared down into her eyes, rain dripping from his mane and down along his muzzle. He did not even have to roar in warning. His prey knew it was caught.

The lioness was still dazed after the first few seconds, yet she was more surprised than wounded. She lay gasping on her back with her hindlegs rubbing against the sizable lion's hindquarters, and her forelegs trying to hold on just below his shoulders. She bared her teeth and was about to defend herself at any cost - bite his face if she had to! The rage of war still clouded her mind right until the moment she looked up, suddenly freezing and blinking once. Her eyes revealed her fear for a moment - pinned down and defenseless like this, but that was not the whole reason for her hesitation. Never having been this close to the King before, she got that sudden sense of awe that most lionesses get when they encounter a male lion of such charisma. Apparently her mind did not seem to care that this might just be a slightly inappropriate time for this.

Even with grey rain dripping off his face, any female this close to the King could not help but to pause and just... admire the handsome leonine. At least for a split second, and that was all Simba needed.

A massive forepaw lifted off the ground and was put right on top of the lioness' throat, pressing down. The small bit of air she was trying to take in her next breath was suddenly compressed to nothing and it made the female choke.

"Don't move." Simba intoned in a low, authoritarian voice, his eyes slightly narrowed despite the fear he could see in the lioness' eyes. You never know with females, she could turn on him in a second and this was not a day to take any chances.

Vitani gasped for breath again, almost hyperventilating in order to force enough air through her squeezed throat to supply her body with oxygen. She nodded lightly at his command and froze in place, doing all she could just to be allowed to stay alive long enough to find an opening - a moment's weakness that could tip the balance of power. Her paws hung down on the lion's sides as he rose up from her slowly, one paw on her throat and the other on her chest. The claws got stuck in the tangled, matted fur of the lion as her paws slipped down a little.

The female stared up, blinking occasionally at the falling rain that hit her face. She was mortally frightened, and yet... a growing part of her was actually enjoying this somehow. It felt like a game, like she was somehow invulnerable as long as she played along, and at the same time there was something strangely arousing about having a male hold her very life in his paws, yet remain so calm and captivating. It was something that at least for the moment overturned all that pride, honor and death she had been taught her entire life.

Simba was not entirely sure what to do with her now. After everything she had done it would be hard for him to just let her go, there was no telling what she could do. Still, he could not just snap her neck right here, could he? That would only make things worse and even though he harbored no love for the Outlanders, the King did not feel very comfortable having to kill anyone. It never should have come to this. He had promised himself the killing ended with his uncle. This would all have been so much easier if he could just have injured her a little or intimidated her into retreat.

While he stood in thought, trying to figure out his next course of action and being largely deaf to the growls of smaller fighting groups scattered over the muddy plain, his tail flicked from side to side behind him. Unbeknown to the male, the soaking wet and cold tuft of his tail was hanging right down between the lioness' hindlegs, brushing up against her slit now and then as it swung back and fourth.

Vitani kept very still, at least, in between the grunting twitches her body made whenever the cold tuftfur touched her sensitive place. At the moment it was more of an irritation to her than anything. She mrewled lightly and looked up, starting to feel increasingly surreal by the prolonged pause between her defeat and what she still believed to be her inevitable death. She was drooling slightly from the pressure to her throat that inhibited her ability to swallow.

It was true, he could not just kill her, but.. actually, looking at her when she did not have that arrogant smirk on her face, she did look quite... pretty in her own way. Especially in her current submissive position. The male was positioned over the lioness' smaller body, making sure his mane was right over her face so she would be more intimidated by his size. Manes do not exactly poof up in pouring rain, but he did his best to look bigger.

Simba let his eyes drift down along her body, taking in the tone of her form - the bunched muscles, the sleek curve of her flanks and her young, attractive rear. All in all, a pretty pleasing lioness even if she had achieved her smooth form by being trained to kill him her whole life.

"Had the circumstances been different perhaps..." This was the first time Simba allowed himself that thought. The fog of war had drifted over his brain and the idea started to grow on its own. His tail became more active, brushing across her sex, a couple of raindrops running down the thin valley of her slit. He lifted the paw from her throat and brushed the drool off her mouth with the back of it, still keeping his other paw firmly on her chest to hold her down. The male licked his muzzle, but it was difficult to tell if that was because of the raindrops around it.

Vitani took a few deep breaths in rapid succession when her throat was released since she was certain that paw had moved with the intent to hurt her. She wasted no time and pulled one foreleg back quickly, getting it up high enough to slash the claws across Simba's cheek and muzzle.

The lion recoiled momentarily at the lance of pain that shot through his cheek from the surprise attack, drawing a crimson line across it. His growl was mostly drowned by the rain, but his hesitation caused by the sting got him off his guard long enough for Vitani to twist around and attempt to scramble away. With legs all around her, she turned onto her belly and kicked into the mud with her hindpaws, trying to propel herself out from underneath her captor.

The blow was not too rough, however, and Simba was at his senses before the lioness could get far. The pain gave way to anger and with catlike reflexes he pounced forward and landed on her back before she could escape his reach and get to her feet. His forepaws pressed her shoulders to the ground and his full weight made her flatten out and lose the air in her lungs. This time she felt thoroughly pinned down, but another sensation was added to the mix. Namely that of sharp teeth piercing the skin on her neck ever so slightly, and it made her realize he had her by the spine much like lions would bring down a zebra or antelope. Except for the slightly compromising position, of course.

In a flash of panic, Vitani started twisting and squirming to try and escape, but quickly fell flat on her belly in the mud again under the massive weight of the male. She was breathless once more and scratched at the soggy ground in desperation. The surreal feeling was gone, she now felt exactly what every prey she had ever brought down felt like just when she bit into its neck.

However, with a lion on top of her and her neckscruff being bitten, other feelings were bubbling up inside her, feelings that greatly conflicted with the fear she felt. The strength behind her struggles against the powerful lion disappeared abruptly when her neckscruff was tugged, and she was reduced to just a feeble resistance without much effort at all. Her body instinctively knew to keep still when being mounted and that was exactly what she did, even if she growled deeply at the treatment.

Simba held on to the neckfur, tugging at it now and again to keep the female under control, which only seemed to make Vitani's tail move aside and her rump elevate underneath him, without her being consciously aware of it. What was intended to be hostile growls of discomfort and fierce sounds to try and scare the big lion away so she could get free, just came out as groans and mrowls while the female rubbed her rump against his lower belly and swished her tail back and forth between his hindlegs.

Things had gone from strange to stranger; first he was trying to keep her under control so she could not attack him and now after he had been forced to hold her down in this mounted position her displays of resistance just signaled an entirely different meaning that went straight to the more primal centers of the male's brain. In his confusion he tried to bite into the maw-full of neckskin between his teeth to try and make the female understand that this was a forceful attack and nothing sensual or erotic. Then again, the fact that his shaft was beginning to slip free of its sheath in response to all the suggestive rubbing, growling and clawing the lioness was doing beneath him, might have told a different story.

In this moment of war and turmoil, the difference between sex and violence seemed a blurry grey zone, and the realities of the battle going on all around the two were far from their minds. Vitani made a last attempt to push herself backwards and wriggle free, yet all she managed was to rub the lion's wet tummyfur with her curvy rump as she tried to escape his iron grip.

Simba growled and his lips tightened around the female's neck when she moved. In his eyes, the push backwards was not exactly seen as an attempt to break loose and the way he figured, if she wanted it, she could have it!

Giving no warning he thrust forwards, letting out a slight groan as his hot, hard shaft pushed past the soft labia of her petals and lodged itself deep inside her being. Without skipping a beat, the Lion King began to rock his hips back and forth rapidly, stuffing her wetness with his thick lion cock. There was no turning back now, he would have her.

Vitani's eyes snapped wide open and she squealed out so loud that half the pride must have heard it.

"SIMBA!!" The young lioness stiffened and pushed up against his hard teeth surrounding the back of her head. Her hindquarters quivered in reaction when he started rudely forcing himself upon her, that massive lioncock slamming her poor little shapely rear so hard that she was pushed forward in the mud with every rough stroke.

Simba bit down firmly, the fur between his teeth matted with blood, mud and rain. He was not concerned at the cries; even if half the pride heard them, there was a war going on and it is doubtful anyone would care. The male put his weight on her more, forcing the female even further into a submissive position with her muzzle and forepaws pressed down in the rain-soaked earth while her rump remained sticking up in the air with the tail flagged up high. Her bright, pink pussy was reamed in long, powerful strokes by the malehood of the very lion she had been trying to kill just a few moments ago. It was a strange feeling, a mixture of helplessness, fear, and those spikes of pleasure that rushed through her body at being tamed like this.

Vitani could not believe what he had just done. She growled out loudly and felt thoroughly violated by the King, and yet it was so involuntarily arousing that the lioness was practically beside herself. Trapped and held down in the dirt by the big lion's fore and hindlegs, she was scratching the earth and trying to figure out if she wanted it to stop or go on forever.

The King grunted with lust as he felt the lioness' surprise and indecision. He had never had the opportunity to do something like this before, all his lionesses were always so willing, but this one was struggling to resist every single plunge he took into her tight little sex. She even felt like a virgin with the tight clamp she made around his girth, and he was immediately brought back to the memories of his first times with Nala.

It was as if he had rediscovered mating and it was an incredible feeling, especially since Vitani was not just any lioness - she had been trying to kill him since she was born and now she lay helpless - struggling but forced to submit to him and his desires.

His foreclaws extended, lightly pressing into her shoulders as he growled against her neck, tongue licking over the small points of blood from the wounds his teeth had made when he bit down rather roughly. The muscles of his hindlegs pulsed and bunched each time he drove himself home in sweet, defiant lionesspussy, violating her fully while his sac slapped lewdly against her rear with every thrust, and his long, thick shaft buried itself right up to her cervix. Nala, Kiara, all the other lionesses he had were so tame and timid in comparison to this. They would just submit to his will, but this was so different, so invigorating to have to actually fight and break a lioness to possess her.

Vitani bit her lip so hard it nearly started bleeding. She cried out in gasping moans, being pushed down and forward in the mud a little more each time the lion landed another relentless slam against her rear. She was starting to help him out, however involuntary it might be - the lioness' wet lubrication was starting to cover both their sexes and dripped to the ground invisibly in the rain.

"Ssssss-SSimba..!" She hissed through her teeth, bouncing between the Lion King's hindlegs as he pounded her young pussy.

Simba quickly discovered that the less powerfully he held on to her neckscruff, the more she struggled. She was a lioness and still preprogrammed to relax more when a male grabbed her by the neck. So he found that he could adjust the amount of wriggling and twisting she did by letting go of her neckfur more and he leaned back to watch her try to get away, deciding she needed it a lot rougher if he was going to break her will.

The lion dug his claws sharply into her fur, drawing small pinpricks of blood while she tried to claw her way to safety. He was not about to let her escape and she soon realized that when his large malehood slammed deeper and deeper into her. Simba's muscles rippled as he put his whole body into the thrusts, deliberately hammering her tight tunnel hard and fast, pulling her back against him each time he pushed forward just so he could force himself deeper in her reluctant sex. He was fueled only further by the insolence of the lioness to try and get away from a mating with the King - also not something he was used to any female ever doing.

Vitani growled in pain at the claws and teeth, trying to twist free which she had not realized only enraged the male more. She tried to get a paw free to scratch him with, but instead lost her footing and fell straight on her face in the grey mud. The lioness gave a surprised gurgle through the rainwater and started whimpering now. Her sleek little rump shook from the impact each time he hilted himself in her, causing her face to rub in the dirt, water and mud, and the new position finally allowed the tip of his shaft to slip past her spongy cervix, rubbing the sensitive walls of her final barrier before it pulled out again. It felt as if he was raping her very womb the way his barbs scratched her on each exit as his shaft began to swell up and his sac filled with seed to prepare his climax.

"You... aren't... leaving.." He hissed roughly between thrusts.

The young female's cervix was forced open with each heavy slam now, her entire body quivering in what she could not decide was pain or pleasure as the barbed tip ripped through her virgin womb. A feeble paw ran across the mud trying to get a hold of something, anything, while the male raped the poor lioness harder than either had ever experienced before. Even the first time with her horny brother had been gentler than this.

Vitani barely even noticed her own high-pitched squeals at this point, all she could feel were the powerful muscles unforgivingly ramming away at her rump. She was starting to give in, the sensations overwhelming her to the point she could not think straight anymore and she was certainly no longer a threat to him; rather she was exhausted and quivering beneath his strong form which only gave him a chance to humiliate her further. Her mouth hung open, not having closed for a while now as she worked in desperate gasps to try and get the required oxygen into her lungs between the mud and rain that surrounded her muzzle.

Simba's shaft throbbed as it drove in and out of her, the wet squishing sounds barely audible above the driving rain and her own growls and mewls. Her slick juices and his steady supply of precum overflowed from her tunnel and splattered onto her legfur, tail and on the ground as the thick lionhood pumped back and forth with punishing thrusts.

She could feel his barbs become more pronounced, ready to lock him in place the moment he went over the edge; yet he held back the final deed, not immediately wanted to wedge himself inside her to fill her battered tunnel and womb with his hot, life-bearing seed. Instead the male redoubled his efforts, trying to drive her over the edge first to get her full and utter capitulation to him before graciously bestowing his virile fluids upon her.

Vitani could not take this kind of punishment. She was trained for a lot of things, but not for this. With a loud, submissive cry he finally got her to tense up and start shivering in a very distinct manner, giving up the last shred of pride she might have retained. The lioness came for him, her juices barely even felt between the streams of rain as they splattered into his groinfur, but he knew they were there.

Wet rain fell from his mane and chin, dripping down on the grey-brown lioness below that he was giving the roughest fuck of her life, and she just looked up with a begging expression, knowing full well what he was about to do to her now.

Simba looked down into her eyes, giving a few more fierce thrusts as he made the lioness cum around his shaft with smug satisfaction. The thick, cloudy cream dripped out under her tail as her inner-muscles squeezed and milked at his shaft to trigger his own climax. He leaned his muzzle down, pressing it roughly to hers and then forced his wet, sandpapery tongue past her black-lined lips in a heavy leonine kiss. The King growled into her mouth as he let himself go, releasing spurt after spurt of thick, rich lioncum into her well-fucked hole and womb, thoroughly defiling her in the harshest manner possible.

Vitani was gentler than a kitten at this point. She *glurped* and breathed hard through her nose as the lion forced himself inside her in both ends now. Her tongue came to life and curiously rubbed along his a few times, but generally she just let him push himself into her muzzle and taste her fear and submission this much more intimately. The lioness gave a *mrewl*, still squeezing his rod tightly with her young tunnel when he suddenly let loose and started pumping her sacred womb full of creamy, hot lionseed. She had let her enemy plant himself inside her, too weak to resist his urges.

The female groaned with a heavy sigh, muffled mostly by his muzzle while he continued to spurt her full of cubseed, filling her to the brim in a flash and then letting it all squirt out from the tight seal of her pussyring against his massive, pulsing cock.

Simba pulled out of her slowly with a wet, lewd *pop* that left her hole unplugged so she could feel the mixture of male and female juices stream down the insides of her hindlegs and drip into the dark pools of rain and clay below. His tongue played with hers for a little bit longer and then the lion moved away fully, taking a couple of steps back to just leave her where she was, his shaft still covered in the combination of their lovejuices created by the forced mating.

Vitani tensed as he moved back, feeling every tug of his barbs even though she should have been humped numb by now. She rolled to her side and panted heavily for breath, staring back up at the male with wide eyes as she felt the return of that surreal sense of being out of her body and somehow just observing the scene instead of actually being a participant.

Even with her rear oozing a foreign lion's fluids and with teethmarks down her neck, she could not bring herself to attack him again. Looking even greyer from the mud and wetter than before, the lioness somehow still managed to retain her adolescent beauty as she stared up, blinking the water out of her eyes and licking her muzzle.

Rational thoughts were beginning to etch their way into Simba's head again after the orgasm started to fade and he saw Vitani as he had seen her when they started. The King sneered at her and turned around, leaving her there to resume the battle against the Outlanders. There would be plenty of time to think about this later, but he had at least disabled one of their leaders from the war.

Vitani was left panting and confused, unable to wrap her brain around what had just happened. She had slept with the enemy. And she wanted more...

* * * * * * *

A smile came over Vitani's lips.

"Mmm.. I remember." She purred back and started mock-struggling to get free again.

"Deceitful little lioness." Simba growled with a playful tone and thrust forward suddenly, stuffing himself up her rear. The lion aimed deliberately high and the few inches of his shaft that were not already hanging out of his sheath were quickly exposed when the top of his sheath kissed the female's tailpucker and was pushed back all the way as he pierced her forcefully.

Vitani squealed out loud at the rough intrusion and she squirmed in response, which only made Simba lust for her more. His teeth bit into her neckscruff to hold on and he started a rapid pounding to mate her in the rear as fast as he could.

"Oh Simba! You're bigger than Kovu in there!" The young adolescent liongirl was wide-eyed and nearly tearful at the massive barbed member pumping in and out under her tail with little lubrication to ease the pain.

"That's why I'm the King, Tani." His balls smacked against her moist little slit below as if to show her just how much he was going to cum into her in just a few minutes.

The teenlioness was pinned down and trapped under the adult lion, very much at his mercy through this whole thing and she knew it. She may be in his pride now, but the balance of power remained the same and all she could do was cry out her frustration while the King took what he wanted.

"Oh gods! *NNNNNNGH!* ..it feels like *AAAHh* ..a rhino just shoved it in my tail!" Her claws dug deeply in the ground, kneading the dirt and ripping up grass and weed.

"Yeah, you like being rhino-fucked, don't ya?" The words only fueled the Lion King's ego and he did his best impression of a horny rhino roar while hammering his lionmeat up the girl's tight little bottom. This was turning out a lot better than he could have hoped for; he would have never gotten away with this kind of thing if it had been Kiara. She would have blabbered to Nala about it and he would be in big trouble, but buttfucking the unofficial Outlander Princess was an entirely different world.

Vitani felt a heavy paw on top of her head just before she was pushed down into the dirt, panting and shivering from the rough treatment. Despite the play-rape this was turning into, there was just something about a male lion acting this dominant that got her so aroused she could barely think straight. Each second brought a new piercing jolt of pain from her hindquarters, but at the same time she felt as if she was about to climax constantly.

"Scream for me, Outlander. And I may just settle for cumming twice in your ass." Simba growled with all his teeth showing and she could feel claws unsheathing from his pinning paw to prick at her face lightly.

The King got what he wanted.

Kovu had separated himself from his hungry mate on the way back and he found himself running through the woods as if it was only a matter of moments before Nala would disappear. He had been away for hours, there was no guarantee she was not already back at Pride Rock and welcoming Kiara home right now.

The male broke through the bushes and practically jumped into the clearing, making the lovely cream-colored lioness startle and roll over on her back. She blinked up at him puzzled, but Kovu just hung his tongue out and panted happily as he stepped over and greeted her with a warm headrub.

It took Nala a few moments, but she soon realized that for whatever reason he had been running here in the fear that she would have gone back to Pride Rock in the meantime. Truthfully she had just fallen asleep; it was so difficult to tell what time of day it was with all the trees blocking the sunlight.

Kovu sat down with a light thud and panted softly. He gathered that she was in a better mood now and so stuck out his tongue and grinned at her. Nala smiled and knew what that meant.

"Hello there, big warrior." She grinned, stepping up to sit in front of him and tilted her head to catch the tongue between her black lips and suckle on it a few times before the male opened his muzzle fully and they tonguekissed in a deep, intimate manner.

He was hardly surprised when he felt her forepaw slip in between his spread hindlegs as he sat there, and start to stroke his balls before taking a hold of them with all her pawtoes. He was, however, surprised at how hard he already was just by seeing her lie here in the clearing and then kiss her. This was starting to become a bad habit and could easily make the other lionesses suspicious if Kovu got erect every time he laid eyes on the Queen's supple, sleek form.

Kovu lifted a forepaw to brush lightly over the female's shoulder and he squatted against her cuddling grip around his organs. As her paw rubbed and massaged the bulging genitals, he started to hump against it, showing how ready he was by rubbing his growing hardness against the soft pawpads. It has been a long time since he had gotten a pawjob, most lionesses saw this kind of thing as foreplay if they even wanted to do it at all, and they rarely let it continue to the end. With Nala he knew she would keep going until he asked her to shift positions.

The lioness' tongue gave room to the worming invader and she panted through her nose, making Kovu's whiskers twitch a little as her paw fully clamped around the lion's plump sheath and started to stroke him up and down, quickly encouraging him to lift his rump from the ground a bit and start thrusting as well.

Nala's pawpads touched him wonderfully, teasing the barbs and rubbing his rigid length. There was no doubt he wanted this to continue till the end now.

Kovu's tongue fell more silent and retreated back in his own muzzle as his concentration went solely to get a strong pace going, humping his hindquarters and grinding himself against the female's marvelous paw. The clenching pads worked their frictional magic quickly and after a few dozen strokes more, she started to feel warm gooeyness seep between her pawtoes as the lion's barbs were wracked by the squeezing. The lion was going to finish at any point now and Nala quickly pulled out of the kiss.

"You want me to take your milk anywhere special?" She purred seductively, still hoping.

"Yeah, wanna.. *mmm!* ..make your pretty face messy." Kovu gasped, just on the edge and Nala quickly dipped her head down to the male's groin just in time to be greeted by spurt after spurt of thick goo across her muzzle, forehead and ears.

Kovu gnashed his teeth and looked down at the divine vision of the Queen of the Pridelands herself taking spray after thick spray of his cubspunk on her head and into her open maw. She purred happily and rubbed herself against the male's still cumming lionhood, which made him hump again just so he could grind his balls between her ears and cum down her neck as well, and a few other places on her face that she missed.

Before he could finish entirely, Nala quickly pulled herself away and turned around in a crouching position with her tail flagged up high in front of him.

"I'm ready for it in my tail now." She winked back at him, licking her lips slowly, which were arguably the least cum-soaked spot on her face right now. The sight made the young lion shiver and he was convinced that for that one moment in time she must have been the most fuckable lioness in all of creation.

Having already just spent himself, Kovu knew this meant she wanted to have the time to climax herself by being pounded in the tail before Kovu had a chance to cum her ass full. Naughty lioness.

Yet, he still remembered how grumpy she had been when he wanted to play this morning, so the young male decided to drag this out a while longer. He stepped up behind her, grinning broadly and then squatted down as he walked over her entire body, dragging his cum-wet groin all the way up Nala's back to her head. The journey left a sticky white trail on her like a big feline skunk and although his somewhat over-sensitive shaft sent some complaining jerks up his spine from being scraped across bristling fur and bumped against the occasional vertebrae, it was worth it just to feel his balls slip across her wet neck where he had made a mess earlier.

Kovu pushed his shaft down the contours of her forehead and muzzle until he cleared her nose. The male paused there and stood up - waiting with his balls dangling between his hindlegs. It only took a few moments before Nala got the message and she started to lick his balls from behind to get them cleaned up.

The young lion felt like a God at that moment, and he kept still, just pondering what other evil tricks her could tease her with before finally giving her what she wanted...

* * * * * * *

"Hey sweetie, did the lionesses get you a good meal?"

Kiara turned around and saw Simba approaching from Pride Rock, looking a lot more cheerful than when they had last seen each other.

"Yeah, I'm full." Kiara looked somewhat confounded at the King's change in disposition, but she nuzzled him all the same, grinning by the time he pulled back and licked his muzzle.

"I could eat a whole zebra." The Lion King brushed past her and gave a playful swat to her muzzle with his fuzzy tailtuft before he continued towards the lionesses guarding the food storage.

Kiara just shook her head with a smile and started walking back to Pride Rock. On the way she saw a familiar form in the distance and started running as fast as she could, only slowing down when Vitani started looking worried that the lioness was going to slam right into her.

Instead, Kiara just pounced on her pridesister and giggled as they tumbled in the grass, but Vitani put up less of a fight than usual and felt like she was being tossed through needles. The poor girl was sore all over, but trying to hide it.

"I've been looking all over for you! I was just gonna go out to find you too, the other lionesses said you'd gone out hunting." The eager Princess slurped across Vitani's freckled face and nuzzled her heartily, naturally ending up on top.

The Outlander just giggled and hugged the happy liongirl back with all four legs. It was hard not to be affected by her joyful laugh and sunny attitude.

"How was your trip, Pridelander?" Vitani smirked. They were all one pride now, but the two Princesses liked to tease each other with their former affiliations.

"Just fine. Did you have fun while we were gone?" The golden lioness rolled away and got to her feet, shaking her body off quickly.

"Eh, not really." Vitani shrugged a bit dismissively and could not really think of anything fun or even interesting that had happened.

"That's not what I heard from Sarafina." Kiara winked.

Vitani froze. Oh yeah.. there was that. She looked at the Princess and could see in her eyes and especially in that smug grin of hers that she knew everything.

"Hmrr.. she told you about that, huh?" The grey-furred lioness got onto her feet again and shook herself, still having flakes of dirt in most of her fur from the little escapade with the King half an hour ago.

"Eeeeevery little detail." Kiara's white teeth gleamed brightly in the sunlight. Vitani was sure that was not entirely true, but she played along while making sure not to reveal anything that Kiara might just be pretending she had already heard from Sarafina in order to get a confession from the Outlander.

"Speaking of which. I'm a bit tired of males for now. Daddy can be pretty.. exhausting to be alone with for days." Kiara half rolled her eyes.

Vitani laughed and rubbed her sore rump, "I hear ya... Hey, wanna go huntin' with me? We could go check out the herds in the southern grasslands for a few days."

"Sounds perfect. I need a vacation." Kiara grinned and swatted at Vitani's cheek to irritate her before bounding off, the other lioness following close behind as she broke into a chase. The grey Princess caught up and clicked her teeth at Kiara in playful warning before they assumed walking side by side southwards.

The sun had started to creep lower now, wrapping the savanna in an evening glow. The trek would take less than a day, but with moving herds you could never be entirely sure. Kiara yawned softly and Vitani looked at her, grinning before she had to surrender to the contagious effect.

*yawn*

Pride Rock was still an impressive figure in the background when Kiara turned her head to look, but at least the lionesses around it were just dots in the landscape now. They had most certainly seen the two pass by so there was no need to go there and announce that they were leaving for a while. Everyone would know where they were heading by now. After all, the lionesses did not really have much to do all day other than watch each other and gossip.

The small stream with the tree was coming up ahead. This was where Kiara had spent a lot of time climbing around. It was her 'border' set by Simba when she was a cub and to this day she did not feel away from home until she crossed that place.

Today, it felt like a weight off her shoulders to leap over the small creek. It had seemed so much bigger when she was little, almost like a river. Now she could just step across it without any problems, but she still hopped over it out of old habit. Vitani watched her with amusement as she herself crossed the water without any effort other than just walking.

They had both traveled soundlessly for a while longer before Kiara spoke without turning her head, "So.. how long do you think it'll be before we're on top of each other?"

"I say, ten minutes max." Vitani kept walking casually, her eyes fixed forward as well and she did not even flinch.

"Hmm." Kiara nodded once almost gravely and walked onwards without another word. At least for another full minute. She wanted to see who would break out in laughter first, but Vitani was a worthy adversary when it came to keeping a straight face.

"Who do you think'll win the fight?" Vitani asked suddenly.

"Oh me, definitely." The answer came quickly. "I'm a lot more needy."

"Hmm." Vitani replied with a silent nod in the same dry tone of voice that Kiara had.

Kiara was trying to contain her giggle. She could not wait until tonight, or even nine more minutes. It was going to be soooo good snuggling up with her lioness friend all through the night, perhaps even chase each other around the trees in the darkness. They could make each other cry out in ecstasy all through the night without the worry of anyone watching, and then Kiara could fall asleep with her muzzle between Vitani's hindlegs, inhaling her wonderful scent all through the night. That always gave her such lewd dreams.

But first things first. Kiara turned promptly and pounced on the other lioness with a shrill mrewl and they both playfully tumbled sideways through the dry grass.

The fun had begun.