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Part Ten: Princes Gather

Kula had hardly left the den after her discussion with Scar and she was feeling guilty over everything that had happened. Scar had not scolded her, he'd praised her for telling him and then pandered and petted her, calling him his poor little angel and making her feel better. He had brought her food, called in her mother and Sarabi to discuss the matter and both females, though shocked and disgusted, could understand that the issue had probably been brewing for some time. They were quite sure that it was time Chumvi was sent out of the pride completely and though it was an interesting thought to Scar, he insisted that the situation would be resolved after the arrival of the princes. The lionesses were annoyed until Kula insisted that she had an important duty to perform and what happened was probably her own doing... all the same none of the adults believed she was at fault and Sarabi made a point to discuss the matter with Chumvi's apologetic mother. Chumvi remained hiding out in fear of everything and that's what Scar wanted.

Kula had been irritated that Scar would not touch her like she would have wanted; she had begged him to take her or let her touch him but he had insisted that it was not what was suitable for the time. She was feeling frustrated and angry, jealous and constantly watching his interactions with others and yet nothing happened. For a while she found herself pondering whether Scar was even interested in mating anymore as he made sure everyone was healthy and sleek looking. He seemed to be going around and acting like a father more than a king and it seemed to make the lionesses feel more secure at the thought the princes were coming... all the same Kula was depressed and she waited until the night before the princes came to make her frustration known to Scar.

It was dark outside and the hyenas were discussing their concerns with him over the arrival of the princes in the morning and their general beliefs about bad security. There was nothing much that Scar would be able to say that would convince him the other males would not be a threat, but he often made a point of how the females would be offered up for breeding and that was all the visiting males would be looking for. Kula listened into with a grimace of dismay to think that her worth was no different to any of the other pride females at that time and it urged her to snarl and grimace as she huddled up within the den. She hated that he couldn't make her his queen, she hated that he bred every female, she hated that he had done some many things with so many other cubs and she had not been his special one for very long... it made her want to cry.

When Scar left the hyenas and stepped into the den, ready to sleep for the night, he noticed the sniffling noises coming from Kula and knew very well what she was thinking. Of course, he still looked at her as his special little cub, the one that meant the most to him because she was so different to all the others and had been so willing to play with him for so long. At times he could hardly imagine how lucky he had been in his decision to choose her above all others, to have trained the chubby one that the others ignored and make her such an obedient little toy. He was not happy about what was going to happen tomorrow either, but it was necessary to keep up the appearance to the pride that he was a true king and he had not just forsaken them all. So long as everything worked out well tomorrow, things would be better for the kingdom for at least a few years before he would have to invite others in once more.

"You look upset over there Kula... don't tell me you think tomorrow means you're worth less to me than before?" Scar stated as he strolled over to her side, lay himself down beside her and gently slung a paw over her chunky shoulders to give her a playful squeeze. His manner and voice oozed with care and affection but Kula continued to give little sniffles as he patted her shoulder and then leant his thinning black mane against her cheek. Naturally she nuzzled into it, whimpering some nonsense about wishing she were a cub again and Scar gave a sneer of irritation. As much as he would love to have her as that chubby little cub again, there was something wonderful about training his pet to always satisfy him no matter how old the pair of them became and always eager to do bad things for him. Her innocent nature and unending love for him was more heavenly than any physical pleasure because it told him he had a greater power. Softly he nuzzled at her cheek and gave a sigh. "You wouldn't think I'd leave you alone in the clutches of a foreign brute now would you? Everything that happens I will see... I will watch... and I will make sure no harm comes to my most precious thing."

"Really?" Kula seemed to beam suddenly with delight to know that her master would be there to witness her excitement and pleasure within the paws of another male. But then she looked at his seemingly benign expression and she was a little afraid. She knew that she had to do this for the sake of the kingdom, to hold the title of mother of the future king, but at the same time she was very scared about what Scar might also be thinking. She was worried about whether she would show too much pleasure in the event and thereby loose his love and trust. She was also worried that she might indeed become pregnant and thereby he would hate her for bearing another's cub or worse... he might think that he needed a substitute when she was too big to be touched. "My lord... what'll happen if I get pregnant with this male."

"Well... as far as anyone else is to know, that's the whole point and any cub you have you will say is his." Scar stated gently, but then Kula gave a little huffing sound of surprise as Scar stood himself up and gently stood over her. Kula knew the routine and lifted her tail straight in anticipation for a gift from her master, but Scar was careful. If he put any visible mark of smell on her it would be obvious to her suitor so he had to make sure that things went well and he was hopeful that the young lioness would be urged into her first heat by the actions of the foreign male. Scar had a plan of course for it all and gently he bit at her scruff to make her whimper, though he was gentle and lowered himself down against her body. For a while he thrust his body back and forth along the top of her hips, fast and quite roughly although he was able to maintain only the slightest erection as he concentrated solely on the reason not for the pleasure.

"Master... oh master... please." Kula began, whimpering softly at the pleasure she felt in feeling his hips rock hers and warm her body. She continued to flash her tail back and forth for him, begging him to penetrate her and give her some pleasure as she felt her belly getting squashed to the floor of the den and shaken slightly. Scar continued to nip at her scruff, trying to hold her without leaving a mark before he lifted a paw to smother her from speaking as he continued to rub himself against her. She gave a gasp of shock and fear, but Scar needed to focus very carefully so that he could have some pleasure but not make a mess and then... when he knew he was ready to spurt his juices over her, he hopped off her back and then sat facing away from her to quickly rub himself. "But master..."

"Silence!" He hissed softly in irritation, trying to concentrate on just getting the matter over and relieving himself of the pinching pressure within his spike shaft. As much as he would have adored to coat her in the great thick cum he was already starting to feel within himself, he had wanted to try and store it up for his great task. He knew though that right now it would only pain and infuriate him to keep it bottled any more and with a quick flick of his claw at the middle of his shaft to give himself the slight pleasurable shock of the sharp sensation, Scar gave a sudden hiccupping motion as he came. It was thick, practically a large dollop of the stuff that splashed the stone walls of the cave and made him growl softly in irritation before he sucked in deep breaths to try and keep his cool. Kula stood up and shuffled over as if to lick it off the floor but he snapped his teeth before her. "Don't you dare... I need you to smell just like yourself and not to have a trace of anything upon you that can't be explained away. Don't even play with yourself... understand?"

"No... you can't seriously deny me all of this... please master... I'm going to go crazy if you don't stick it in me soon!" Kula whimpered in despair but she was surprised when instead it garnered her a cuff about the ear from her king. Quite suddenly she began to burst into tears and Scar decided he did not want to have to listen to it and skulked back out of the cave to feel the cold night air. Kula would have gotten up to take her chance to lap up the mess, but Scar sent in a hyena who looked rather startled but nonetheless eager to do their job and lap up the mess left. Kula watched the animal work away with a look of fury upon her face before burying her head into her paws and sniffling away until she began to feel exhausted and Scar eventually returned to the den. When he did she whimpered at him as he settled down for his sleep. "Please tell me why I can't be your queen...."

"Simple... though you and I have a really special connection my dear, favourite Kula... your mother and indeed the other lionesses would view the partnership as indecent and myself as a true usurper of the title king. I do not want to lose my position, because who would take it after me? Sarabi might and choose a different male that may hurt you all and do terrible things... never appreciate my little Kula the way he should." Scar stated, swinging a paw about her shoulder and nuzzling against her, his words beautiful purrs that made her whimper in pleasure and dismay. She felt like crying as she heard his words, knowing that he was telling the truth and then Scar gave a sudden sigh of frustration. "If you have a son or daughter to the male to come tomorrow, you have a legitimate heir that we can raise together and teach to be a good ruler and you will always be treasured."

"But... but if I have a daughter... will you do to it what you did with me and the others?" Kula sniffled slightly and Scar's eyes widened in fury at the way she said it. He could not tell if she was being jealous or if she was finally understanding how bad the things he'd done were and might cause him some trouble. He almost wanted to throttle her for making mention of his secret, but then he noticed the way Kula was looking at him pitifully. "Because I would want you to make any cub I have feel special too and I would want it to love you just as much as I love you... even if it meant I had to share you... because I think you are the rightful king."

"How kind dear Kula... how kind." Scar purred softly as he finally encouraged her to settle down to sleep before he decided to curl up in his corner and think about that suggestion. He needed Kula to make a good impression on this male, to get pregnant and produce a son so that Scar had an heir he could train and use to keep power. He would not do to his 'son' what he had done to the others... Tojo's torture was purely for the fact he was a cripple, a Mufasa look-alike and little more than a show for Scar to keep the females quiet. But he had not considered if Kula would have a daughter... if she did so then how could he stop himself from touching it? How could he not take that opportunity offered and train another faithful little female like he had done to the other lioness cubs in the land.

In some ways though it upset him to think that he would not be the one to secretly sire a child to Kula... if only because his breeding attempts with every other female in the pride had produced nothing at all.... Nothing!

When the morning came Scar encouraged Sarabi and Kuwinda to go into the den and prepare Kula for the ceremony. He left them to do whatever they wished before he sought out Tama and made sure that she understood the situation with Malka that had been arranged. Tama was a little irritated about it, but she agreed to her king's wishes and was to be looked after by Tojo should she need some kind of assistance and Tojo was ensured he would be rewarded as well at some point with a suitable arrangement Scar already had settled in his mind. Scar was irritated that he would not be able to spend time with Kula or indeed watch her being taken by the potential prince, but he had a different thought in mind.

He sought out Sarafina and the other lionesses that would be willing to give their bodies for diplomacy as usual and he spotted Nala amongst their number. He remembered what he had agreed to with the lionesses regarding this young female and the damage he'd already done to her and swiftly he encouraged her to sit aside with Sarabi and Sarafina on this occasion. Sarafian was rather shocked at being pulled aside from it, but Scar swiftly soothed her into thinking that she needed to look after her daughter, help her think about Simba and mourn him properly as she should according to tradition. The mention pleased the lioness before Scar led the other lionesses out to the breeding dens with Kula and Kuwinda following behind him to meet the big male.

When they reached the meeting point there was no sign of Rafiki and that made Scar want to snarl, but Zazu was present to introduce the princes and deal with the matters at hand. Scar was shocked when the big male was brought forward for Kula to pair with, he was a massive soft red-brown shade with a dazzling mane of rust and black, handsome indeed compared to the other princes about him and he marched right over to Nadra instead of Kula. He was confused by the beauty of the little pale lioness and straightaway Scar gave a warning growl and showed the fellow to Kula. Kula was blushing at the beauty of this male, excited that he should be so attractive, but when the male came to see her he looked rather disappointed by the chubby youngster looking down at him. He almost looked as if he might consider switching until Scar stepped to Kula's side and patted her head, insisting she was the cub he had chosen to act as his heir for the sake of the Pride Lands. Looking at Scar's colouration and skinny form, it made the big male grin and he decided he would take Kula and Kuwinda led the pair aside, knowing that she might need to offer her body to the male as well, if he proved too aggressive towards her daughter.

Scar was irritated by the manner of the male but he had no choice and turned to the three other males that had appeared. Each male took their picks with Tama and Nadra following after Malka. Scar was frustrated to see the cocky young male pick the other pale cub, but he was intrigued when a male named Mega seemed to sniff at Sabini and she seemed eager enough to follow him along with one of the other golden coloured lionesses. As for the other females, they settled with the other male to have arrived, a massive almost white coloured animal named Leo... all except for Safi, Sabini and Nadra's mother. She was staring at Scar with a slightly anxious expression and he was startled by it, stepping over to her side and smiling fondly.

"Why Safi, I know the choice was quite poor this year... but I thought you might at least assist your daughter Sabini, she is such a nervous little thing." Scar stated, sighing softly and making himself sound truly concerned and enamoured with all the members of his pride. His words though made Safi look a bit anxious about things, she looked towards the departing figures and then turned toward the king with a nervous blush. Scar patted her paw gently, nodding his head in pretend understanding as he thought about the apparent love she'd had for the father of her cubs, even though the foolish rogue was dead. "If you do not wish to join them for the sake of 'his' memory, I will not prevent you. Perhaps you can guard the dens with me and make sure there is nothing untoward going on."

"I... uh..." Safi looked even more embarrassed and then lowered her head right down. She waited until she saw that everyone was indeed away from them, that no one could hear as she then looked up at her king lovingly although fearfully all the same. Scar was intrigued now and his mind was thinking back to how he'd forced her down and taken her, the tightness of her passage and the sounds she'd been making. He could feel his loins tightening with excitement as he thought on how much he would love to just put her on the ground now and take her just as he had then, but he had to show restraint and dignity. It was only when Safi's tail coiled about the edge of his that he felt himself grinning inwardly. "My King, I know you have chosen to breed all for the sake of fairness and that you have no wish to create an heir... I am not in season and yet... I hoped that... that..."

"No one will judge you here Safi, say what you wish to say." Scar stated in a soft whisper, his paw cupping about her chin to lift her yes up to look at him affectionately. He loved to play with their hearts and minds in such a way and Safi looked very happy with him. She almost looked in love with him and it made Scar all the more excited.

"Then... I want you to go with me to a small den, I want you to put whatever you want inside me... to hurt me... to make me feel that blissful pain before you take me again!" Safi shuddered in excitement and looked so embarrassed but happy that Scar was eager. He could smell that she'd already begun to get damp down there and her wish to be hurt, to be harmed suited him just fine. He nodded his head gently and then lured her away to his old favourite sleeping place on Pride Rock where no one would interrupt them. Safi followed with a nervous expression, but she tried not to leap about him and nuzzle at him with affection, so eager for him to do things to her again that she was oblivious to all other things in the universe and that was just what Scar wanted.

When they reached his den, Safi was not sure what he wanted her to do first, but he encouraged her to lie herself down on her back and let him play with her. She offered to groom and fondle him if he wanted it, but somehow Scar did not feel interested in such a thing, knowing it would lessen the thought desire to be so rough. Safi remained calm as she lay on her back, hips quivering and her soft pussy clearly trembling in expectation of his actions, her clit slightly swollen already and this was where Scar chose to deal with her. He recalled how much she'd reacted to his barbed penis scratching the area and swiftly he unveiled his claws and let their sharp edge circle around the shape of her cavern, making her whimper and mewl softly in anticipation and fear!

Scar watched the edges moisten, the slithering liquid latching onto the sharp edges of his claws the sweet smell tickling his nose and making his mouth water. But he was not going to lick her, he was not going to do anything 'kind' that he knew Kula would like, he was just going to be mean. As Safi gave a soft whimper at the slight scratch and even itching sensation caused by the sharp edge of his claw rolling around her moist lips, Scar gave a soft chuckle. She probably wanted him to be rougher and so he brought one claw out alone, sheathing the others as he pressed the top against her clitoris. It seemed to twitch and swell visibly under his claw, growing pinker as he rolled the smooth edge of his claw about it to get little huffs and woof sounds of pleasure at the motion. Then suddenly, Scar rolled his claw upward, letting the sharp tip of the talon press into her soft little pink lump as he rolled it around and the clit straightened out against him with delight. Safi was giving soft whines and gasps of pleasure and pain, her crevice below moistening more as he brought the sharp tip to the pinnacle of her clit and very delicately stabbed into it. She gave a vivid and sudden jolt of agony and pleasure, the sudden pinch on the nerve confusing her senses with the agony and ecstasy as Scar rolled the tip of his claw against the edge of it, smelling the increase of her fluids and hearing her sounds of total pleasure.

Scar gave a smug little chuckle to himself as he watched the liquid seem thicker as it began to ooze out, the smell more intense and Safi giving softer sounds of pleasure. He began to wonder if her claim of being out of season was true or not... she was starting to smell like she might be in season. Either way it did not bother Scar, he dug a little harder at the slippery flesh of the clit as she gave more little whimpers and growls of pleasure, begging him to do more and then Scar had an interesting idea. Though he was a well sized male where it counted, he had always wondered how a cub was able to get out of that passage, how was it able to stretch so far? With a soft snort he pulled the claw away and then, with that same toe, he gently stroked around the opening of her vagina. She shuddered gently, her tail straining out, she wanted to roll onto her front to give him a proper view, not be in this strange position upon her back, but Scar would not permit such a thing as he let his toe slip in and out, making her gulp and gag slightly with the invasive sensation and how different it felt to her.

The more the liquid slid into his fur the slicker the entrance of the toe became and gently Scar inserted a second toe, feeling the tightness of the cave about him for a little while as he watched Safi's face cringe with pain. It felt different to her, abnormal from usual and it fascinated Scar as he noticed the edge of drool on her lips and how she pinched her eyes tightly shut. There was pain there, it felt strange, but she was enjoying it and Scar was even more curious. He continued the insertion, slipping in and out slowly and in rhythm before he felt more liquid oozing down and the mouth of her passage sitting more open, tightening more slowly so that there was room for more to go in. Scar gave a chuckle and then decided to give her a shock, instead of just inserting a third toe, he felt his whole paw was slick enough to do the job. Before Safi had a chance to relax from another withdrawal, he stuffed his whole paw in and she gave a screech of pain.

Scar's motion was sharp and aggressive, he forced himself in against the suddenly tight walls of her passage, wiggling his toes against the sensitive and tight passage, letting it hook about his wrist like her mouth might. Safi's body sucked upward but then seemed to push out, confused and uncertain as to whether it was to be ejecting this form or urging it in for more. Safi's legs kicked about, her face a puzzle mix of pain as she tried to kick out but also tried to hold herself still. She felt trapped, in a seriously dangerous position and her heart was hammering as she began to gasp air in her panic. Knowing she was looking so terrified and eager to know how else she might react, Scar pushed in further, feeling her hips pinching about and then, when he felt the urge to push back from her body, he pulled back a little. The motion made Safi gasp with the sudden wave of pleasure hitting her body, before he pushed back in with a hard ball of pressure making her feel as if her hips might crack. She gave a loud barking sound of joy as he pulled his paw back and forth within her body, wriggling his toes and stretching them out to make her jaw judder and her whimper in agony and pleasure all over again. Then he waited until he could feel she was on the edge of orgasm before he finally pulled out carefully with a long series of sticky strands of blood, pleasure and then he decided to take his due.

Before Safi could regain any sense, his teeth were hooked about her throat to make her gasp and choke as he drove himself into her widened, sloppy passage. He stabbed his length into her raw and bruised tunnel with such aggression and speed he could feel the heat from fresh blood spilling over his sharp barb as he scratched her insides to death. He did not care for whether he came or not, he wanted only to scratch out every trace and memory of the other male she'd been with, to make her so stupefied she would hardly be able to walk, let alone remember that any other male gave her such pressure. He felt her excitement mixing with her fear to the point he could even feel her bladder squirting out urine thanks to the pressure he caused by practically sitting everything upon it. He did not care for it, did not care for Safi's terrified expression of horror either until he released her throat just at his own point of climax and Safi's body jolted violently.

Scar dismounted, ignoring the rather vivid blood coming from her body and the mess, let alone the gorgeous scent of her as she juddered again in a thrilling orgasm and practically screamed out in pleasure. When the wave lessened, her eyes were spilling tears and she was gasping and gagging heavily as she tried to let her body recover. For a moment Scar was worried he'd done some serious damage to her until he looked at her face, the expression of purest joy therein as she managed to roll onto her side. Scar was a little anxious there could be trouble from Sarafina or the cubs if they learnt anything about this, so he bent down and very tenderly began to lap at Safi, looking repentant as she began to recover.

"Forgive me Safi... I was carried away... I hope I have not done anything to..." Scar began, only for Safi to lunged forward, smacking him away from her and onto his back. She pinned him and then began to lap at his chin, nuzzle and purr loudly as she nuzzled up against him in total pleasure and Scar almost wanted to chuckle. He was glad there was some lioness in the pride that he could do such horrible things to... if only because he would not do them willingly to the cubs that adored him so much. No... this was a punishment fit only for the lionesses that had ridiculed him so longer and he almost laughed as Safi then lay on her front, tail up in the air as if ready for more. Scar gave a soft snort of amusement as he lapped at himself, feeling his own wish to relieve his bladder. "Safi... I must go and spray the territory..."

"No... please Scar... please my king... I know it sounds dirty and disgusting... but can you... can you mark me? Behind my head and down my back... can you... can you humiliate me again?" Safi begged and Scar almost laughed at her, he could not believe her submissive she really was and how degenerate her arousals truly were. But he chose to agree to her request as she lay down calmly with a vivid smile upon her face as he stood above her. It was an awkward way to go about the situation as he feared he might instinctively try to scratch and kick her, but he imagine he was urinating in a prepared patch and gently he rested his backside up against the back of her head, his cock slipping out slightly to tickle at her back. He felt her shuddering with excitement beneath him and though confused by her enthusiasm for it, Scar gently permitted himself to urinate upon her.

It caused a soft moan and whimper of pleasure, cries of thanks and tears as the yellow substance stained her soft for, dribbling down her shoulder blades and down her neck to her chest in a warm stream. It felt good to her, for the heat and the sensation of liquid upon her flesh as well as the thought she was being made property... less then property! For Scar it was strange, he liked it because it felt like he was putting the elder girls in their rightful place... when it was done he then stepped aside from her and then settled down to groom himself as Safi rolled about in his puddle, sticking her paw into the puddle and rubbing her toes into herself though she winced and whimpered from the stinging against her wounds.

He couldn't understand her pleasure of even his own... only that he hoped the cubs were doing well too....