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Nala lay on her back as Kovu climbed over her, grinning like an idiot. The young lion had started to become a bit cocky. "Again?" he asked.

She gave him her best 'unamused' face, flicking her tail and placing her paws on his chest to push him away. "We'll see how I feel in a day or two, when my heat finally ends."

Kovu raised his brows and said, "Look, if you don't want it, I can always find Tiifu again..."

Nala rolled her eyes, pedaling her hind legs. "I want it. Just fuck me already."

Kovu was in heaven. After his honeymoon with Kiara, which had been quite lovely, his budding young wife had been _very_affectionate, licking and nuzzling him everywhere. But though she claimed to like the sex, she was waiting for her heat before she'd raise her tail again.

This suited Kovu fine. Simba was still too busy to claim his Kingly rights on every lioness in heat, though the large, golden lion sure tried. Twice now, Kovu had been stalking a lioness - first Kasha, then Putu, when Simba arrived to claim them himself. If Kovu didn't know any better, he'd guess that Simba was deliberately trying to show him up!

But when Simba had tried that with Tiifu, the King found out what it felt like to be rebuffed. He chased her for a day, but she refused him every time until the randy lion finally gave up. Then, just yards away from the watering hole where half a dozen lionesses were relaxing in the shade, she gave herself to Kovu. He had loved all the eyes plastered to him while he pounded Kiara's best friend, well aware that she was trying to cover up for the fact that they'd bred just hours _before_his honeymoon. Now there would be a handful of witnesses to explain her brown-furred cubs in three months.

Best of all, Simba had arrived at the watering hole just in time for the third shebang, forced to watch as his son-in-law took what the King obviously thought was his by right. Though honestly, Tiifu was his own daughter, he should have known why she wasn't interested in him.

What Simba _didn't_know was that Kovu had been usurping another of his rights. For over a week now, Kovu had been pounding Nala every which way, even though she was in the thick of her heat. Simba had been so busy trying to cock-block Kovu that he'd left the one lioness he felt was 'safe' to wallow in her own heat.

He faced banishment if the King ever found out. Once a royal pair was wed, the female was totally off-limits to any other male. Simba could never have Kiara and Kovu could never have Nala,particularly in her heat.

"As you wish, my Queen," he smirked, lowering his belly and slamming his bright red cock into her heat-swollen vulva.

Nala tossed her head back and roared, spreading her legs around her big son-in-law, and, she suspected, her own half-brother. She knew she should temper her voice, but it just felt so good, and besides, Simba was patrolling the border with Zazu. The other lionesses might suspect that Kovu had a lioness pinned underneath him, but they'd never know it was the Queen. They were at their usual place - an opening on the north side of Pride Rock that could only be reached through a winding passage that few knew about.

"Harder!" she gasped, reaching her paws around his back and gripping onto him, her claws digging into his skin. She hadn't planned to betray her husband - she'd been testing Kovu's loyalty when things had gone too far. How could Simba blame her? He'd been neglecting her for weeks, and continued to do so when she came into heat. Every evening, he was so exhausted from banging the other lionesses that he never had time for her.

"Kovu!" she shrieked, thrusting up against him as he pounded between her legs. How many times had she had him now? More than a hundred, including three times on Kovu and Kiara's own_wedding day_. She was proud to have held that number down to only three. Every time in the midst of her heat, and never once with Simba. If she wasn't pregnant with her half-brother's bastard children, it would be a miracle. It looked like Scar was about to be become a grandfather!

"You're...a bit loud..." Kovu grunted, digging his claws into the rocky soil for more purchase as he fucked the older lioness.

"Kovu!" she squealed again, oblivious.

Kovu knew what he had to do - he kissed her, hard, slamming his tongue into her open mouth. She mewled and bucked and whimpered into his mouth, wrestling his tongue with every bit of fervor she normally wrestled. Again and again he slid his cock in and out of her clenching cunny, the satisfying splap, splap echoing off the rocks around them. Nala wrapped her tail around his, curling it tightly up to caress his trembling balls.

Almost...there! she thought, wriggling and squirming beneath the large lion.

"Nala!"

The voice wasn't Kovu's. Her eyes flew open, gazing past her secret lover to meet eyes with none other than Sarabi, Simba's mother. She must have heard the kerbubble and come to investigate. "Fuuuuck..." she groaned.

Kovu glanced over his shoulder, eyes wide, but he was way too far gone to stop now. Even as he locked eyes with his wife's grandmother, he _rocked_Nala's body, his barbs already starting to flare out and rake her insides.

"Kovu, stop!" the powerful elder lioness commanded.

"Nnnrrrgrrraaaah!" he roared, squirting_loudly into Nala's waiting womb before, ripping back with his barbs. Nala _roared as well, her pussy quivering as the sharp spines dug into her spasming tunnel, her vision blacking out for a moment at the intense combination of pleasure, pain, and -thanks to Sarabi - horror.

No amount of scolding was going to bring the two out of it now, and Sarabi sat, tail twitching as she watched her grandson-in-law breed her daughter-in-law against all taboo, right in front of her. Together, they trembled and shook and strained against each other, squeezing the first of what would otherwise have been many loads into the heat-addled Queen.

Finally, Kovu leapt away from the Queen, leaving her gaping, cum-soaked pussy open for everyone to see. Sarabi had hoped that the two were engaged in anal sex, but the pearly-white fluid oozing out of her swollen vulva left nothing to the imagination.

"How long has this been going on...?" she demanded, in a low, predatory voice that made Kovu's hackles raise and his ears flatten. But she wasn't asking him.

Nala panted, gasping for breath, too tired to even close her legs. "Please..." she gasped. "You can't tell...Simba!"

"And why not?" Sarabi growled.

"Because of Kiara - he would banish Kovu..."

This idea gave the elder lioness pause. As much as she wouldn't mind getting the slutty minx of a lioness in trouble with her son, she knew the blowback would hit her innocent granddaughter. "What were you thinking?"

Nala finally closed her legs with a loud squish. "We've only been doing this since my heat. You've seen Simba - he has no time for me."

Kovu nodded, saying, "He's alw -"

"Stop talking," Sarabi growled at the young male. "Tiifu wasn't enough for you?" she added, tail lashing.

Kovu blinked. "We've been doing this long before Tiifu."

Sarabi narrowed her eyes at Kovu and the dark-furred lion wisely shut up. She turned back to Nala. "Will you have his cubs?" she asked, all business.

Nala rolled over onto her side, eyes wide, feeling like a scolded cub for the first time since becoming queen. "P-probably."

"Then we have to cover for you, you stupid...silly..." she dragged her claws through the dirt to censor herself. "You will never tell _anyone_about this. From here on out, this _never_happened."

Kovu said, "How will -"

One glare shut him up again, cowering backwards.

Sarabi explained, "There is another custom that I've heard of, long before. Kovu, how far are you willing to go to stay with Kiara?"

Kovu blinked. "Across the great ocean, ma'am."

"Good. You'll be staying here, but at times you might wish you weren't. I will talk to Simba. You two? Pretend this never happened." Sarabi turned and headed for the exit, taking one more glance at the two scorned 'cubs' before sighing.

Then she was gone.

Nala looked at Kovu and Kovu looked at Nala. "What's she up to?" Nala asked.

Kovu shrugged. "Beats me. All I know is that we're alone. One more time, for old time's sake?"

Nala sighed. "Yes..."

* * * * *

Simba growled, climbing on top of Kanuatu. The young lioness was one of Scar's cubs, but Simba didn't mind. She was as young as Vitani, and had been exiled alongside Zira, Kovu, and Nuka. One big advantage to reconciling was dozens of new mates, but sometimes Simba wished he'd done the traditional lion thing and killed the male cubs when he killed Scar.

Sure, he was happy for his daughter, Kiara, but Kovu was starting to become quite the nuisance. The attractive, brown-furred male was competing with the King for all the lionesses in season. He'd been forced to watch as the former Outlander pounded Tiifu even after Simba himself had spent half the day chasing her down. When he'd first given his blessing on Kovu's marriage, he'd expected the lion to spend his time with Kiara.

At least Kanuatu knew how to raise her tail for her King. Her light, cream fur had really filled out after rejoining the Pridelands thanks to a healthy diet, and now she looked more than a bit like his daughter. But while the Princess was the only lioness off-limits to him, Kanuatu was fair game. He grabbed the scruff of her neck in his teeth, yanked her yowling head upward, and _slammed_his thorny cock into the two-year-old lioness.

Perhaps marrying his daughter off while she wasn't in heat was a mistake. They'd shared each other during the honeymoon (Simba guessed, gagging slightly at the thought), but without the scent to draw them together, Kovu immediately started hunting down the other lionesses. Not that Kiara seemed to mind, any more than Nala objected to Simba's extracurricular actions. Why would Nala be jealous of Kanuatu as the young lioness shrieked_and moaned, rocking her hips beneath him? She knew that Simba only had eyes for _her.

He stared down at Kanuatu, watching the female contort her face in pain and pleasure as she was claimed by her King. She was getting close, he could tell, so he pushed in with deep, heavy strokes, tickling her depths. "Oh, Simba!" she whimpered, ramming her hips back to meet him. Then, she began to shudder and_mewl_ like a little cub, gushing around his throbbing cock. He gave her what she needed, roaring and seeding his Uncle's daughter. Did she care that they were first cousins? How could she? The only other male was her half-brother!

With a grunt, Simba ripped himself out of her, sending the young lioness into roaring spasms of pain and satisfaction. He hopped backward with practiced skill, evading her ill-conceived retaliatory strike before sitting down to wait until the silly lioness was ready for round two.

"Simba, come with me."

He turned to see his own mother poking her head through the tall grass. Her expression almost made his tail curl and his ears droop, her tone making him want to shrivel up. But he was the King! "I'm busy, mother," he said, waving a hand at the quivering Kanuatu.

Sarabi narrowed her eyes and said, "That_is what we need to talk about, son. Come. _Now."

As much as he felt it well within his Kingly rights to refuse, Sarabi was still his mother. She wouldn't be interrupting if it weren't important. He tried to keep his voice from whining, but he didn't manage well. "_Yes,_mother..." he said, leaving the needy lioness in the grass as he followed the dusk-furred Sarabi.

"What is -" he started to ask, but she cut him off.

"You've been so 'busy' that you've been neglecting your most important duties!" Sarabi growled, tail twitching as she walked.

"What are you talking_about? I was just _doing that!" Simba protested.

Simba couldn't remember the last time his mother bared her teeth at him, but Sarabi turned to face him, snarling. "Not Kanuata. Nala! Were you not aware that she has been in heat for the last week?"

Simba sat backward, eyes wide. "Well, yes, but I -"

Sarabi narrowed her eyes. "But you were too busy gallivanting around with everyone other than your Queen. I wonder why that is..."

Simba paused, flicking his tail. He loved Nala, of course, but she would always be there for him when he was ready for her. The other lionesses - well, for them he had competition. He couldn't let Kovu claim all of Simba's females! Clearing his throat, Simba replied, "A king must look after his people ahead of -"

Sarabi pointing a single claw at his nose and said, "You're trying to beat Kovu to them."

The red-maned lion stood gaping. She saw right through him. "But..."

Sarabi dug her claws into the dirt. "Need I remind you? That's the same behavior that turned Scar against your father. Kovu is your _son_now, and you had best share the Pridelands. And swallow your pride."

"I am, mother. Why, just yesterday I let him have Tiifu."

Sarabi shook her head. "Let?_While Nala whimpered alone at Pride Rock, you spent the whole day trying to get to Tiifu first. And Bira before that. And Kanuatu today. What is your wife supposed to _do?"

Simba growled, but had no response. Nala was the only lioness that Kovu _couldn't_claim, and Simba had been taking advantage of that in leaving her alone. But now that he looked at it from _her_perspective, he saw that she had no one to tend to her needs. "You're right, mother, as usual. I'll go to her immedi -"

"Not good enough," Sarabi snapped. Simba was starting to feel a little sore from being interrupted and manhandled by the old lioness, but he knew things would be worse if he asserted his authority. His mother had a way of winning every argument in a way that made _him_apologize. He flattened his ears, but said nothing as Sarabi continued. "I know that look. You'll do the least you can for Nala and be out cadding around in no time."

Suddenly, Sarabi bowed. "We need a better solution, my King." Simba glanced sideways at his mother, glancing around the clearing. No one else was there. Why the change in tone?

"What...do you mean?" he asked.

"An ancient tradition. Why, your own grandparents used this arrangement. There is only one way to ensure that Nala's needs are well and truly met. A way to prevent you and Kovu from competing endlessly over the lionesses. A bargain you would be wise to take."

"A bargain, you say?" Simba paused, looking the lioness up and down.

Sarabi nodded with a wide smile. "You would relinquish your exclusive rights to Nala. Then, if you failed to do right by your Queen, Kovu would in your stead."

Simba dropped his jaw. "You can't be serious. That's crazy. It's madness! Kovu wouldn't dare, and Nala would never agree to such a thing."

Sarabi shook her head. "I've spoken to Kovu and he agrees to the terms. And if you are right about Nala, then you have nothing to worry about. She would have to raise her own tail to Kovu after all."

Simba looked his mother straight in the eye and said, "She would never do that. Your bargain doesn't really change anything."

"If you continue to neglect her, she will go to him."

That wasn't possible. Nala knew that her place was beneath Simba, and no one else. But Sarabi had a point. The threat might well make Simba more attentive toward his mate. "So my end of the bargain is simple enough. What is Kovu's?" It couldn't be rights to Kiara, could it? His own daughter? Tiifu was one thing, but Kiara was married to Kovu, and her offspring would continue the royal line...

Sarabi paused. "Without your exclusive rights to the Queen, your authority might be questioned. Kovu knows that with this bargain, he will have a far fairer share of the lionesses, and in return he will submit to you, mind and body."

"Doesn't he already - what do you mean, 'body'...?"

Sarabi grinned. "No one will question your right to rule; not when the Prince must meet _your_needs whenever you demand it."

Simba stood up and backed slowly away from his mother. "He...agreed to that?"

Sarabi nodded. "Typically, you would keep public displays to a minimum, whenever you felt the need to show everyone who is boss. Kovu is willing to submit to secure your rule, in exchange for better access to the other lionesses."

Now that _was_interesting. Simba's fur bristled whenever he saw the cocky, dark-furred lion slinking around, winking at Simba's lionesses, drawing eyes in a way the aging King had ceased to draw. To be able to put his son-in-law in his place whenever he wanted would be quite satisfying indeed! And the cost of the bargain was almost nothing. As soon as Nala was content, Simba could go right back to racing Kovu for his subjects' tails. Even if he _did_neglect Nala for a day or two, his loyal wife would never cheat on him.

"Does Nala know?"

Sarabi shook her head. "We will explain the deal to her once it is official."

Taking a deep breath, Simba said, "I'll agree to these terms. How do you make it official?"

Sarabi grinned again. Throughout the conversation, the more Simba seemed convinced of the deal, the more his mother smiled. Simba didn't realize he was playing right into her paws.

"Rafiki, of course."

* * * * *

"You'll see," Sarabi replied.

Nala was following her meddling mother-in-law on what was clearly the path to Rafiki's tree, but the insufferable old lioness would tell her nothing. When she scented Simba, as well as the dark musk of Kovu on the air, she froze in place. "They are ahead. This isn't a trick, is it, to make me come clean? You _know_that would be disastrous!" The young queen could just picture Sarabi and Rafiki gathering them all together and demanding she tell Simba the truth.

Sarabi scoffed. "I am no fool. I tell you only one thing - before this night is out, you _must_mate with Kovu, in front of Simba, or your cubs will give you away."

Nala dropped her jaw. "What??"

"Come along." She strode forward without a backward glance, and Nala, disbelieving, finally picked herself up to follow.

When they arrived at Rafiki's tree, the eponymous monkey and Simba and Kovu were standing together, almost as if the two males were getting married. The look Simba gave Kovu was anything but kind, despite the wide smile. Kovu looked as brooding and handsome as ever. Half-empty gourds with colored paste lay on the ground, the remaining paste slathered on each lion's forehead. Some sort of ceremony had taken place, but not one with which Nala was at all familiar.

"What _is_this?" she asked, cocking her head as she entered the clearing, Sarabi taking a place at the side of the clearing.

"Oh, Nala, you ah just een time! Zha terrible trouble I haf zenced on zhe wind ees prevented zhees day. Simba and Kovu are no longah rivals, zhey are one and zhe same. Till the Pridelands end, Kovu ees an _extension_of King Simba. Anyzheeng the King can do, he can do also," the mandrill exclaimed, holding his paws aloft in his standard dramatic fashion.

Kovu smiled at Nala, but Simba was grinning. Nala dropped her jaw. What had Sarabi been up to? If Kovu had all the rights of the King, then her son-in-law (and most likely half-brother) could mate the Queen without breaking the laws of the Pride. Simba would not take kindly when he realized he'd been tricked!

"Why?" Nala asked, looking at her mate.

Simba explained. "Don't worry, Nala - it's no different. Mother pointed out that I have been...neglecting you. And Kovu, here, has been challenging my authority with the lionesses. Now, he must submit to me, and I will keep you satisfied so you never think twice about mating with him."

Nala glanced at the knowing looks on Sarabi and Rafiki's faces, astonished. He _knew_he was giving her access to Kovu? Did he realize that she'd already been taking advantage of the Prince? No, he would be furious. But how could she enact the most important part of Sarabi's plan? She could never mate Kovu right in front of Simba. He'd never allow it!

Kovu said, "But don't forget, Queen Nala - if he ever leaves you wanting more, I will be here for you. That's the deal."

Simba nodded, giving Kovu a sideways glance. The King seemed so confident that that would never be an issue, but if Nala wanted to save the pride, she would need to betray her husband_tonight_. In front of him. Still, Simba would be _forced_to allow it; she just had to outlast the King's stamina.

"This is...a bit much to take in."

Simba grinned. "Now let me hold up my end of the bargain, Nala. I'm sorry I've been taking you for granted." The red-furred lion stepped forward, swishing his tail behind him. He meant to mate her - here?

Sarabi and Rafiki exchanged glances, and retreated from the clearing, but Kovu stayed put. Simba glanced at his son-in-law. "Do you mind?"

Kovu said, "I am your right paw. I will make sure you leave the Queen satisfied."

Simba was about to argue, but Nala stepped in, nuzzling her mate. "Let him watch. Show him what a king can do."

Simba gaped, looking back at the half-lidded, seductive gaze on Nala that he knew so well. He'd certainly taken pleasure in rutting other lionesses in front of Kovu before, but the former Outlander had never stayed to watch. But if that's what Nala wanted, he'd be glad to show up the young buck. He leaned against the Queen, licking along the side of her neck as she curled up beside him.

"Oh, Simba," Nala purred, nuzzling him. "I've been waiting for this..."

"I'm sorry it took me so long," he whispered, glancing over at Kovu. His former competition was seated, his tail twitching.

Nala wondered if Simba even suspected_that in the time he'd been neglecting her, she'd given herself repeatedly to the strong, young lion watching him. In a way, she got a strange thrill flirting with her own husband; as if she were cheating on _Kovu. Sliding her silky fur along Simba's muscular body, she took a step away from him and from Kovu, raising her tail to the side so that both males got a perfect look at her puffy pussy. "Want a taste?"

Simba had always been attentive to her needs, ever since their first night in the jungle, and now was no exception. Glancing up at Rafiki's tree to confirm that all the windows were covered, Simba grinned and crawled up behind Nala, his hot breath washing over her sore nethers. This time, it was not her son-in-law's barbed cock, but her mate's rough tongue that poked between her folds, making Nala shudder and groan.

Simba made sure to keep his hind legs straight, casually flicking his tail back and forth so that Kovu could glimpse his large, tawny balls. He didn't know just how much catching up those orbs would have to do to compete with Kovu over the last several days, or that Nala had almost surely been plundered already.

Kovu rolled his eyes. This was absolutely humiliating. He'd already been happy fucking the Queen behind Simba's back, but Sarabi was right to worry about them getting caught. Still, being forced to endure this,and to submit to the King's whims - well, Kovu had promised he'd do anything to avoid being banished. His fur bristled.

Nala purred as the wet tongue slipped into all the right places, the textured organ tickling her heat swollen walls. But she was by no means pent up. Kovu had been satisfying her every day, morning, noon, and night. If anything, she was exhausted, and she had to outlast Simba, who was renowned for his stamina. Thankfully, her red-maned mate had been spending the week on every available lioness's back. She just had to wear Simba out, and then he could do nothing to stop Kovu from taking her.

"Take me, now!" Nala gasped. She needed to get on with it, or she'd never last.

Simba pulled his tongue back with a wet squelch, glancing surprised at his mate. She must be really needy, because she usually enjoyed foreplay. Glancing back with a grin at Kovu, Simba slowly climbed his wife's back, while she shivered and mewled. Soon, just below the King's taut balls, Kovu could see Nala's shivering mound. Simba growled, "Gentle or rough?"

"Rough!"

With that, Simba took Nala's scruff in his teeth, biting down until she squealed, and he _humped_forward into her raised rump, spreading her fertile folds with his pointed prick. Nala roared, digging her claws in the dirt, relishing the attention of the two rival males.

"Unngh!" she groaned. "_That's_how you fuck the Queen, Kovu."

Simba released her neck long enough to add, "Something you'll never do."

Nala glanced back at her husband, and said, "If you can keep up with me, anyway."

Growling playfully, Simba bit down harder, and _slammed_his thorny cock back and forth, grinding the slowly-swelling barbs against her sensitive flesh. Apparently he had something to prove! Simba wrapped his paws around her body, tugging on her as he ploughed deeper and deeper, his tail swishing and wrapping around hers in an intimate embrace. It shut her up, aside from her gaping screeches of pleasure. Simba could only beam at this conquest, knowing that the foolish Prince had gotten his hopes up, only to have them dashed by Simba's prowess. He planned to leave Nala drooling on the floor, pumped full of a new, royal, golden litter of cubs.

Soon, the two mates were shuddering and straining against each other, reaching the edge of the precipice quickly, in typical leonine fashion. Nala had missed this, always enjoying her time with her king. That her secret lover was forced to watch only sweetened the deal. "Oh, Simba," she yowled, pushing back against him. "Give it to me!"

Like that, Simba stiffened, his sharp barbs digging into Nala's enflamed passage, dragging back suddenly. Nala dropped her jaw and shrieked, a sound that Kovu knew only too well, watching her eyes roll back in her head and her entire body convulse in orgasm. He preferred to watch Nala cum from a different angle - with him on her back. With a huff, King Simba clenched his balls and creamed his mate, poking as deep as he could before ripping out of her with a roar. Nala managed to avoid the instinct to swipe at her husband, raking deep furrows into the dirt. Still moaning, Nala took care to lift her rump and raise her tail, showing off to both males the way her pussy leaked Simba's steaming cum.

Simba panted, "Feeling better?"

Nala's head was collapsed on the ground, panting as she glanced back at her two mates. "More."

Simba grinned, but said, "Give me a chance to catch my breath."

That's what Kovu was waiting for. Striding forward, the dark-furred lion said, "Don't worry, King, leave it to me."

Simba growled and turned to face his rival. "Oh, no you don't."

Kovu feigned innocence. "But it is my duty to help you satisfy your wife when you can't."

"Do you _hear_her calling for you?" Simba demanded.

In response, Nala whined, "Simba, please..." and wiggled her butt.

The King smiled, and Kovu twitched his tail impatiently. Simba returned to Nala, head held high. He was still out of breath, but when the Queen calls, you listen. He sighed at the painted underside of his wife. Truly there was no competition for Nala among the other lionesses, except maybe Kiara. Not that he - nevermind.

"Now," she demanded.

Groaning, the older lion climbed onto Nala again, revelling in the way his belly fur rubbed hotly along her back. She licked her lips, watching him mount, until he was in place. Lifting her rump, she wrapped her tail around his and pushed back until her soiled hole was gently kissing Simba's rock hard tip. "Get to it, Simba, or I just might start calling for Kovu..."

Simba was certain she was just teasing her poor son-in-law, but he was more than happy to oblige her. Licking the back of her head, Simba pumped forward, joining Nala again in their mating embrace. "Oh, Nala," he moaned.

When he was done with her a second time, Nala simply rolled onto her back, spread her legs, and said, "Again."

Simba flattened his ears, but when he didn't step forward, he saw the way her eyes darted toward Kovu. Taking a deep breath, he climbed onto her belly, using a long, passionate kiss to buy himself some time to recover. Nala wrapped a paw around the back of his head, pulling him closer as they kissed, but he could feel the urgency in her humping hips, arching upward in a desperate search for his cock. She must be _really_pent up!

In truth, Nala was sore and tired from her hundreds of times with Kovu earlier in the week, but she hoped she could somehow outlast her powerful husband for at least one more affair. She knew she was budding with new life, and her cubs wouldn't look like her usual bright, amber children. If Simba _did_outlast her, she'd have no explanation for the bastard litter inside her. Wincing, Nala spread herself wide as Simba lowered himself between her legs, poking into her trembling pussy. She knew that her husband could do this at least a hundred times in a day, but he usually needed a two or three minute break. If she could keep him going back-to-back-to-back, he might be too tired to stop Kovu from getting his turn.

Nala broke the kiss to moan, "Oh, Simba, I love you so much!" It was true - and she was proving it now by driving her body to its limits to protect the King and the Kingdom.

Simba grunted, grabbing Nala gently by the neck as he pumped her. She shivered, knowing the powerful lion could effortlessly kill her if he wanted to. She just hoped his love for her didn't drop once she offered herself to Kovu... She whined and humped upward, tail twitching as his barbed cock send spasms down her spine. "Harder!" she wailed.

Simba's nose was working overtime to inflate his lungs as he fucked his wife for the third time in a row. Every time he tried to slow down, she egged him on, until he found himself pounding her, lungs burning so much he had to release her neck to gasp for air. Nala dug her claws into his back, holding him tightly against her gyrating body.

Kovu watched with grim dissatisfaction, but he knew how important his job here was. He grinded his teeth, waiting for the moment when Simba's strength waned and the old lion could do nothing to stop him from stuffing Nala's cunt. Then, this would all be worth it.

"Oh, nnngggh!" Nala gasped, shuddering as she came for the third time in five minutes. Again, Simba's cock flared, driving spikes into her sensitive flesh. He'd be triggering her fertility if Kovu hadn't already run her ragged and offered his own soothing salve. The intense pleasure left Nala speechless, her ragged gasps punctuated by high pitched whines as she squeezed down around Simba's erupting cock.

The King pulled off of her, leaving her shrieking on her back. In no way was she ready for more, but shaking, slowly, she rolled onto her feet. Weakly, she raised her tail and gasped, "Again..."

Simba dropped his jaw, still trembling from his recent orgasm. His balls ached and his cock burned, desperate for a break, however small. But he sensed Kovu standing behind him, waiting for any break in the action. Simba was certain Nala would never actually allow her son-in-law to mate her, but he would not allow himself to be humiliated in front of his rival. Slowly, legs shaking, he mounted her again.

Nala could feel that this time, the King's pace had slowed. His chest heaved above her, but still he managed to pierce her, stuffing her well-used cunt. "Faster!" she moaned, not willing to give him a break. She was getting closer to tiring him out!

Or so she thought. Simba grabbed her scruff and pounded her in front of Kovu, plundering her again. He dismounted and she lay drooling in the dirt, but when she egged him on again with her wiggling rump, he took her again. And again. Eight times without stopping. His pace slowed, but he kept up with her pace for pace until Nala groaned, her pussy shuddering from another body-wracking orgasm. _I'm not going to win this,_she realized.

Unless she changed the odds in her favor. Mewling, she said, "More, I need more..." Simba groaned, but picked himself up again to be the dutiful husband. Nala shivered, almost ready to collapse, but she lifted her tail once again. This time, however, she said, "But I'm so sore."

Simba, grateful, said, "I can give you a minute..." The relief was dripping from his voice.

But Nala shook her head. "No, there's another way." She lifted her rump again, raising her tail as high as it could go. "Take me like it's your birthday..."

Simba sighed. Normally he loved this kind of present, but the old King was on the verge of a heart attack. "In front of_him?_"

Nala grinned back at Kovu. "Let him learn something new."

Kovu rolled his eyes. They couldn't know that he'd already plowed his sister, Vitani, as well as Nala's own mother in the tailhole. In fact, except for Nala and some of the other younger lionesses, all the lionesses had experienced this under Scar. The royal couple were perhaps the least experienced of all.

Simba groaned. Nala grinned. This way, Simba would tire just as quickly, but with a few fake orgasms, Nala would get a chance to relax. Well, not relax, she realized, as Simba slammed himself into her tight little tailhole. Nala tossed her head back and roared. She'd never get used to that!

Simba was starting to take his exhaustion and frustration out on Nala, grinding down against her mercilessly with his sopping cock. Again and again he drilled into her rectum, ripping back with loud grunts. Nala _yowled_ceaselessly, rolling her hips in short circles as her powerful mate probed her depths. At least her pussy was getting a break!

"Not too rough, am I?" Simba challenged, yanking back.

Nala whined, "Harder. It's like our first time again - it hurts so good..."

Simba could hardly believe how insatiable she was. He must have really been neglecting her! "Such a tight little virgin..." he growled playfully.

"Be gentle," Nala played along. She couldn't help but remember her first time, the shuddering pain and pleasure wracking her young body. She'd tried so hard to block it out, but Simba was drawing the memories out of her, good and bad. Scar had said the same thing when he'd pushed himself between her heat-swollen folds. Just moments before, he'd revealed himself as Nala's father, and she was helpless to refuse as the older lion claimed her first heat. Unbidden, she remembered what he'd forced her to say: "Oh, Daddy!"

Simba froze. That was new. Holding his breath, he leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "...Kiara?"

Nala gulped. She hadn't meant to say that out loud, and she certainly couldn't explain it to Simba. The King didn't know that Scar was her father, or even what Scar had done to drive Nala out of the Pridelands, only to discover Simba in the jungle. Hastily, she nodded, realizing that she'd gone too far. Simba would be completely weirded out at the thought of roleplaying breeding his daughter, but it was the only way to cover her slip up.

"Good girl," he purred, pounding with renewed vigor.

Nala blinked. He was _turned on_by that? Well, she did need him exhausted. Feeling awkward, she kept it up, wailing, "Daddy, we shouldn't! What if Kovu finds out?"

"You let _me_worry about him," Simba growled, digging deeper into her aching tailhole. "It's what he deserves for leaving you here all alone."

Nala dug her claws into the dirt, yowling and pushing her hips back against her powerful husband. Did he think about Kiara like this often? She glanced over at Kovu, now forced to watch his father-in-law pretend to fuck his daughter and Kovu's mate. She met the dark-furred lion's eyes, as confused as he was.

Simba had his eyes clenched shut, digging his claws into Nala's sides. He grunted, "It's okay, honey. Just give in to your body's demands. No one has to know."

"Oh...Daddy," Nala crooned, feeling the way just those words egged her husband on in his powerful, spine-raking thrusts. "I - I love you!"

"That's my girl," Simba growled, grabbing Nala by the scruff of her neck.

"Oooh, oooh, it hurts, but it feels so good!" she wailed. In truth, she couldn't help her own arousal. She was more than a little concerned about this particular game they were playing, but even with her heat-swollen folds empty, she was gushing for her husband, her body begging to be bred. If she wasn't careful, she might climax anyway, and then she'd be back where she started. He was getting tired - he had to be!

"Daddy! Daddy! Now!" she begged.

That was enough. Simba yanked back on her neck, rammed his sharp cock all the way into her sore tailhole, and came hard. Warm cum splattered her torn tunnel, soothing the pleasant ache that had the Queen on the verge of climax herself. She dropped her jaw and faked a loud, screaming orgasm, barely holding off from the real thing.

Simba was panting hard now, ripping painfully out of his wife and standing on wobbly legs. But Nala was ready this time. She didn't need to wait, didn't need a refractory period. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs for her husband, letting him view her thick, puffy folds and tight, anal ring, both dripping with his cum. "Again, Daddy!" she whined.

Chest heaving, Simba took a step forward. Nala's ears flattened as he didn't even blink. "Okay, sweetie, but we'd really better take care of this," he said, resting his large, warm paw over Nala's gaping vulva.

No, not that again. She was so close. "But I'm in heat," Nala whimpered. "Everyone will _know_if you father my cubs. What would Nala say?"

Simba grinned. "I think you'd be surprised how understanding she would be."

Nala bit her lip. She had to play along, but did Simba really think she'd be okay with her husband _breeding_their daughter? Sure, Simba and Nala were first cousins (though he didn't realize it), but this was just a fantasy, wasn't it? She didn't want him to get the impression that she condoned this sort of behavior. "No, please," Nala gasped, using both paws to cover her damp pussy. "Just the tailhole, Daddy."

Simba nodded, climbing over her again, his stomach resting against hers. He grinned down at her and said, "You're such a beautiful, little cub princess," he growled, pressing himself up against her and reaching his head down for a kiss.

Nala shivered, "Fuck me, Daddy!" She kept her paws firmly around her quivering cunt, tilted her head and opening her mouth to share a deep, frenetic kiss. She only paused to _yelp_when he pushed himself back inside her burning rump.

Kovu was definitely starting to feel like a third wheel. He'd lost count of how many times the pair had copulated. It had been nearly an hour of non-stop copulating, and he'd been forced to watch his royal mate rutted in every way. He flicked his tail impatiently, but he could tell that Nala was still every bit as engaged with the plan. Her entire body quavered as she tried to outlast the powerful lion on top of her.

Nala managed to keep her husband in her ass for the next three times, barely hanging on, but her efforts finally paid off. This time, when he pulled out of her with a wet plop, he collapsed to the ground.

"Again!" she wailed.

"I - I can't..." Simba panted. He curled up and began to lick his genitals clean. "Nala..."

"But I need it, husband. Please..."

Kovu saw his cue. He stepped forward. "Don't worry, my King. I can help."

Simba laughed. It was a big, boisterous, honest laugh, and not at all appropriate for the situation. Nala and Kovu shared a glance. The King spoke, "It's not you she needs. It's me."

Kovu bristled. "That was our deal. If you cannot satisfy her - then I can."

The big, golden cat still couldn't stand, panting on the ground, but he managed a chuckle. "Only if she _lets_you," he pointed out. "Or did you miss that part? Honey," he added, glancing over at Nala. "Just...give me a minute and I'll be back to normal."

He was probably right. He could go for many more than a single hour. But not without breaks. Nala stared at her husband. What was he going to do when he found out that his faith in her was misplaced? He would never learn of her earlier affair with her half-brother, but now he would watch first hand, at the foot of Rafiki's tree. He was only asking for a minute, but Nala had to say 'no'. Would he ever forgive her?

She whined, "But I need it now..."

"Well, you'll have to wait," Simba said simply.

Kovu interrupted. "No, she doesn't. This was the entire purpose of the deal." He took a step toward the Queen while Simba lay panting.

"She would never," Simba declared again. But as he watched, Nala didn't say no. She didn't shy away. She just watched, panting, as the young, brown lion approached. "Nala?"

"But Simba...I'm so horny," she complained.

Simba dropped his jaw. "You're not really considering..."

Yet, with Kovu just a few feet away, the tawny lioness rolled over onto her front, her hind legs quivering in the dirt. "I need it!" she gasped.

Kovu knew the moment was finally here. To stuff the Queen's cunt right in front of her King, to give cover for the litter of brown cubs already growing inside her. He'd pounded her so many times over the last week, but this would be sweetest. And then after this? Whenever Simba did his royal duties with the other lionesses, Kovu would be on Nala. Whenever Simba hovered around Nala, _Kovu_would do as he pleased with the other lionesses. It would all be worth it.

Simba watched in horror as Nala lifted her tail, repetitively digging her claws into the dirt and mewling. She wouldn't. She couldn't. But when Kovu arrived, she just raised her rump, even as the young Prince started scaling her body. "Nala!"

She glanced over at him, and simply said, "I'm sorry..."

The king panted, staring helplessly as his queen readied herself for her son-in-law. If she was going to stop the young male, she wasn't giving any sign. She pushed her tail off to the side, her soiled, heated folds trembling, even as Kovu's off-white belly fur brushed along Nala's beautiful, tawny back.

_This wasn't part of the deal!_Simba thought, though he realized immediately that this was _exactly_the deal he'd signed up for. Where was Rafiki!? He wouldn't allow this - he'd have some sage wisdom for him. He looked to the clouds for Mufasa, but there was no one forthcoming. After months of finally becoming accustomed to the idea of allowing this Outlander marry and breed his daughter, he had only moments to realize that Kovu was about to breed his wife.

"Don't worry, my queen," Kovu growled, unable to resist a taunt Simba's way. "I'll take good care of you."

Staring over her shoulder, Nala glanced first at her king, and then at Kovu, whimpering, "Oh...Kovu!" Her hind legs squirmed when she felt the large, young stud press his bright, red cock against her enflamed pussy, Simba staring at the wet connection with his mouth gaping.

"ENOUGH!" Simba roared suddenly, and the surprise spooked Kovu all the way off of Nala, his ears flattened.

Only after the initial shock did the young lion stand up for himself. "This was the deal, Simba."

The golden lion stood, legs shaking slightly. He stepped forward, "I am still your King and you will address me as such."

"Fine. My king," he replied tersely.

Simba growled. "If you remember the terms of our agreement, you have to submit to me whenever I want it. Well, I want it now."

Kovu gasped, glancing over at Nala. She looked at a loss for words. He stammered, "But -"

"She can wait," interrupted Simba. "Now it is time for you to live up to your 'end' of the bargain." As tired as Simba was, he knew he couldn't keep pounding Nala - the lioness seemed insatiable! But he could fuck Kovu until the young male simply gave up. Sure, it was against the purpose of the deal to leave Nala unfilled, but Simba didn't much care, as long as he stopped Kovu.

Kovu paused.

Twirling his paw in a tight circle, Simba indicated that his rival should turn himself around. "Do you dare disobey me?"

Kovu had known this would happen eventually, and though he'd been opposed at first, he knew that the only way he could stay in the Pridelands was to submit to the King. He knew he'd be humiliated in public, in front of the lionesses, to solidify Simba's rulership over the pride, but he hadn't expected such a private affair. Gulping, the dark-furred lion did as he was told, biting his lip.

Simba took one look at the defiant Outlander's rump, owned by Simba by decree, and his libido returned. He took a deep breath, ready to show his son-in-law just who was boss around her. His cock stirred, and he felt like he could go another dozen rounds with Nala just to spite the young male. But no, it was time. He padded up behind Kovu, who stared over his shoulder at the king.

Nala rolled over onto her back, resting her head against a nearby stone, watching with wide eyes at her two lovers, old and new. She didn't realize the details of the word 'submit'_until just now. Kovu had agreed to _this, for her? Nala didn't know if this made her think more or less of the handsome lion, until she realized that he hadn't agreed for_Nala_, but to stay in the Pridelands with Kiara. He really _would_do anything for the princess.

And she got to watch.

Simba stood just behind his rival, taking in the male's scent. "As far as I'm concerned," he said, spitefully, "you're just another lioness in heat. So raise that pretty little tail of yours."

Kovu hesitated, looking over at Nala again. He still hadn't completed his true mission of giving cover to Nala's adulterous litter. Gritting his teeth, the strong-willed lion lifted his tail. Placing a heavy paw on the dark-furred rump, Simba took his time, trying to recover as much stamina as possible. If he took things slowly enough, he could breed his new 'queen' all night, and never give his son-in-law a chance to claim Nala.

"Good girl," Simba panted, lowering his muzzle beneath Kovu's tail. He sniffed the humiliated lion, nostrils flaring. He certainly didn't _smell_like a needy lioness, but there was a acrid muskiness to Kovu's balls that was at least a bit appealing. Simba licked the tight, twin balls just below the lions' pucker.

Kovu gasped, staring back at the king as Simba bought some time to recover. At first confused, the clever Kovu realized what Simba was doing, and said, "Get on with it!" Realizing his mistake, Kovu added, "My King."

Licking his lips, Simba said, "You've got a lot of balls for a lioness." Grinning, he lapped again at Kovu's sack, pressing harder than he thought his rival would appreciate.

Kovu whimpered, feeling suddenly vulnerable. But he kept his rump up and his tail to the side, trying to be obedient. He'd had Nala's wet tongue against his balls dozens of times in the last week, but this was different. This was all about control, and Kovu had to dig his claws into the dirt to relinquish that control.

Simba relished making the lion uncomfortable, lapping and licking, and finally sucking on his tight sack. The taste of another male's musk was at first off-putting, but spurred the golden lion on. "Let's get my little lioness a bit better prepared," he said, sliding his tongue slowly up until he cupped the ridge of Kovu's tail, the large, scratchy tongue rasping across Kovu's tailhole.

"Ah!" Kovu gasped, flicking his tail as the King started guzzling at his ass. Sharp sandpaper caressed his sensitive hole, leaving a soothing warm behind, only to be replaced again by another sharp lick. Simba had his rival quivering at his touch, and was buying minutes of time for his own balls to recover.

Nala could hardly believe what she was watching. After submitting like a bitch to Kovu hundreds of times, she could hardly have imagined watching him do the same. As tired as she was, the tawny lioness couldn't help but feel a tingle in her nethers, and groaning, she slide a paw down her belly. She was dripping in her husband's cum, but she didn't mind, sticking first one, then two digits gently between her quivering folds.

"Nnngh!" Kovu groaned, when Simba escalated, digging his claws into Kovu's hide and ramming his tongue through his son-in-law's sphincter. "Sim -" he started to gasp, before saying instead, "My King! That - hurts..."

Licking his lips, Simba said, "Every lioness feels pain on her first time. Isn't that right, Nala?"

The queen groaned, fingering herself. Nala thought Simba must be thinking of that magical night by the waterfall, when Simba had claimed a young, squealing Nala two dozen times while the meerkat and warthog watched. But that hadn't been her first time. Just a week earlier, she had given herself to her father, Scar, who wanted to take her for his queen. As much as she feared what Scar had done to the Pridelands, her nubile young body had wanted him, the raking spines only driving the young princess into a deeper state of arousal. It had hurt so good, she'd _yowled_loud enough for Sarabi and Sarafina to hear. Nala could still feel their sad eyes, being unable to protect her from Scar, or from her own body's desires. That had been simultaneously the best and worst week of her life.

"Oh, lions above, yes..." she mewled.

Simba nodded sagely, and returned to plumbing Kovu's depths, leaving behind a thick, warm saliva. Kovu could only groan and tremble, knowing that the worst part was yet to come. The king, satisfied with his handiwork, pulled his tongue free, squeezing his claws into Kovu's rump. "What do you think," Simba said, picking each word deliberately, "Kiara will think when I show her in front of everyone that she married a lioness?"

Kovu wanted Simba to get this over with, but he wouldn't stand for such a taunt. He glared back at the king and said, "They will all see that I respect your rule, King Simba. You control the pride, and we share the lionesses. _All_of the lionesses," he added, glancing meaningfully at Nala.

"Perhaps," Simba replied. "If you're not too busy raising your rump."

The young buck seethed, but he was oathbound to do as he was told. In the Outlands, oaths were made to be broken, but here, he intended to keep his. With a sniff, he lifted his rear end and flopped his tail over his back. "As you wish, my king."

Nala locked away that image in her memory forever, mewling. Simba, however, found Kovu's obedience a little disappointing. But perhaps the young lion was putting on a brave face. Simba would see how brave he truly was in just a few seconds. With a grin, he mounted the large, male lion from behind, his bright yellow belly fur nestled against the dark brown. He was much larger than Nala or the other lionesses, but Simba had no trouble snaking his strong paws around Kovu's waist. He sniffed the back of his rival's neck, giving him a faux affectionate lick before sliding his hips into place. Kovu's tail protruded beside the king, helpless to prevent Simba's cum-soaked cock from prodding gently against Kovu's trembling tailhole.

"Are you -" Simba started.

"I'm ready," Kovu interrupted.

Simba growled at his impertinence, biting down hard on the back of Kovu's neck before plunging himself into the young male. Kovu's eyes went wide and he _snarled_in shock at the sudden intrusion, Simba's fat cock reaming his virgin tailhole. Now he knew what Tiifu must have felt like, when he claimed her ass a few days ago. It hurt! He tried to squirm away, but Simba's grip was too strong.

Nala watched, drooling. She had had no idea how much it would turn her on to see the powerful young male brought low by her beloved husband. Sure, she may have been cheating on her king, but not because she didn't love him. At first, she'd only intended to test Kovu's loyalty, and since then, she'd given herself in every way to her son-in-law simply because he scratched her heat-swollen itch. Kovu may have been looking for a nice, fertile womb for his incestuous, illegitimate cubs, and who could blame her when Kovu was paying her in non-stop, mind blowing orgasms? Nala tucked a third digit inside her snatch, tail twitching and hips humping, wondering idly if it would be even hotter to see Simba_beneath _Kovu.

The large, muscular lions pounded against each other, Simba grunting and slamming in and out while Kovu _yowled_and dug his claws in the dirt. "G-gentle!" the prince yelped.

Simba was in no mood to be gentle. He was covered in musk and sweat from his time with Nala, and his wet body collided again and again with Kovu's politely proffered rump. As much as it hurt, the prince knew his duty, holding his lioness pose firm against the king's onslaught. Each thrust pushed the former Outlander into the dirt, but Kovu just clung to the ground and yowled.

Kovu shivered when he felt Simba's taut balls _thwack_against his own, realizing just how deep the royal cock was going. Worse, now that the sharp pain had dulled into a repetitive ache, he felt what Sarafina or Nala must have felt - a building pleasure. Was it all in his head? The massive cock piercing his tailhole was surely only painful, yet Kovu found himself bucking back against Simba. No, no, he managed to convince himself. There was a new sensation. A pressure against something deep inside him that tingled and drove the young male to rock his hips.

Nala could see it all. Kovu's cock, which had gone completely limp after Simba's roar, was hardening again, and it wasn't because the dark-furred lion was looking at her. She knew well enough how good it felt to be dominated by Simba, and watching Kovu give in to the same feeling made her moan and kick her hind legs in the air. She knew she shouldn't be playing with herself. This was the perfect chance to cool off and recover some of her stamina. But she couldn't stop herself.

Simba noticed as well, breaking his love bite and purring, "Good girl - but you know what is coming, don't you?"

Kovu gasped for breath, nodding. "Do it, my king," he panted, lower lip trembling.

The king slid his paw down from where it wrapped around Kovu's belly. Claws sheathed, his soft pads cupped the underbelly of the prince's erection, rubbing Kovu until he groaned. But the warning was for what Simba did next. Nostrils flaring, lips pulled back, Simba roared, his spines flaring inside his new lioness. A hot, heady _spurt_splattered the inside of Kovu's tailhole, but the warm goo did little to blunt the sudden, intense pain when Simba pulled back. He raked Kovu from the inside out, ripping himself from his son-in-law and jumping far clear.

The prince _roared_himself, turning and snarling before he could stop himself. He swiped at the air where Simba had just been, pain coursing through his rump. The fur on the back of his neck bristled, strange mixed feelings about being bred still rattling through his brain.

Simba had the most intolerably smug look on his face, but Kovu had learned to quell the rage inside of him and he did so again. He was not going to challenge Simba for leadership of the pride. He was not Scar, he was not Zira. He did what he did for Kiara, for Nala. Nala...

Simba started to say something, but Kovu just bowed demurely before him and then padded away. He headed toward Nala, who lay on her back, wet and whining. "Oh, Kovu," the queen gasped, popping her digits out of her soaked pussy, too tired to turn around. Instead, she spread her hind legs and splayed her tail.

Simba tried to take a wobbly step forward, chest heaving. He'd hoped to have more energy after showing up the prince, but he'd gone too fast. He was still exhausted, and Nala was still in desperate need. He watched helplessly as Kovu straddled Nala, their belly-fur intertwined. The beautiful love of Simba's life was making no motion, no sign that she would reject her son-in-law's advances. Instead, she wrapped her hind paws around his firm belly, leaving her sopping cunt defenseless against him.

"Nala - please..." Simba gasped, realizing that despite all his efforts, the unthinkable was about to happen. "You won't!"

The young mother spared one sad glance to her husband, then she reached up with both forelegs, wrapping them around Kovu's strong shoulders and pulling herself up into a tight embrace. But Simba's eyes were elsewhere, watching instead as Kovu lowered his hips toward her waiting pussy, his newly firm cock aimed perfectly. Kovu's tail was up, and Simba could see his own cum leaking from both lions - he'd laid his claim on Nala and Kovu, but now that pristine, royal pussy, who Simba believed thus far had only belonged to him, was about to be claimed by the same lion who'd taken his daughter away.

She wouldn't really, he thought. She'd stop him at the last second, and come to her senses. After all, she only had to wait two or three minutes and her husband and king would be ready for another round. Surely she could resist her lust for a few -

Splorch!

Simba had a perfect view as Kovu descended unimpeded, his tip penetrating Nala in one smooth motion. She hadn't stopped him whatsoever. In fact, as his slick genitals met hers, the queen tossed her head back and wailed, "Kovu - breed me!"

"Nala!" Simba gasped.

"Nala!" Kovu roared, the name echoing throughout the plains. The tone of his voice left little question about what exactly the prince was _doing_with the queen.

The king could see it all - Kovu's raised, tufted tail revealed his pumping, tapered cock shoving his mate's vulva wide before splorping out, a thin dribble of royal seed spilling down her tail. What had_belonged only to Simba was now bucking her hips, clinging tightly to the young, male specimen, her eyes clenched shut and lips contorted into a leonine grin. Kovu, on the other hand, glanced over his shoulder, staring at Simba with one eye and a grunt, as if to say _now what are you going to do?

Nala was in heaven. She had been absolutely dripping from watching Kovu take it up the tail for her, and now she was sharing in his reward. Her hind legs trembled in the air as she slammed her hips up to greet Kovu's thrusts. It wasn't that Simba was any worse than Kovu - they both made the queen see stars, but she opened one eye just a crack to stare at Simba's helpless grimace as she cheated on him right in front of him. She did feel a twinge of guilt when she thought to herself that the only thing that could make this better were if Kiara were here to see it.

"Harder!" Nala wailed for the umpteenth time that night, and Kovu was more than happy to comply. Simba watched, panting, his dick limp as the two lions strained against each other in their tight embrace. Kovu gritted his teeth and slammed _all the way_in, until his wet balls pressed neatly up against Nala's well-used tailhole.

"Kovu, please..." the king finally gasped. "She's out of her mind - she doesn't know what she's doing..."

Kovu didn't slow even one iota, but he turned his maned head to look Simba in the eyes and say, "Don't worry, my king, I've got this. But I'm sure there are plenty of other lionesses in heat for you. Don't let us stop you."

"Wasn't this the point," Nala moaned. "For the two of you to share your duties?"

Simba wondered briefly if Rafiki had expected this outcome. The prince could at least be using Nala's anus. Simba watched in horror as more fluid leaked from Nala's engorged pussy, and he couldn't tell if it was his or Kovu's. Sure, the odds of Kovu knocking up the queen after how thoroughly Simba had plundered her were low, but what if Nala's belly began to swell with _his_cubs, instead of Simba's?

No, he had to stop this. Simba growled, "I invoke my right again, Kovu. Your tail is mine. Now."

Kovu froze, his steady humping paused for the first time. He glanced down at Nala, who stared up at him. They hadn't finished yet! But the deal was clear - any time the King wished it, the prince must submit. "But..." Kovu panted.

"No buts," King Simba demanded. "Now."

Kovu winced, but he knew he had to comply. As he pushed with his front paws to get up, Nala grabbed onto the young lion and pulled herself up until her mouth was next to his flattened ears. She whispered something.

And Kovu stopped, nodding. Simba wrinkled his brow. "Kovu?"

Then, in complete disobedience, the young prince started humping Nala has hard as ever, making the queen yowl in satisfaction, her tail twitching. Simba was flabbergasted, until Kovu said, "As you wish, my king," and raised his tail as high as it would go.

He meant to keep fucking the queen!?

Kovu said, "My job is to keep Nala satisfied while you're...otherwise occupied - with me or other lionesses."

Simba paused. He couldn't really argue with that, and Kovu was "keeping up" his "end" of the bargain. The uppity male was trying to get the upper paw again, and there wasn't much Simba could do about it. Even if he interrupted them to take the queen on again, he knew that his stamina would break eventually. No, his best bet was to make this as painful as possible for Kovu.

"Fine," the king said, and Kovu's eyes went wide.

The golden, red-maned King of the Pridelands walked up behind the cheating couple and started to climb onto Kovu's back. "Simba..." Kovu gasped, keeping his tail up as required by law. Beneath Simba, he could feel the ragged humps and pumps of his wife and son-in-law, her tan legs spread wide. With a little imagination, Simba could almost ignore the hard-muscled lion between them. Simba grabbed Kovu by the scruff, and without a care for his ass, plunged in beneath his tail.

Kovu tossed his head back and roared, overwhelmed by Nala's tight, fertile cunt squeezing wetly around his thick cock, while just inches away, his balls squeezed up against Simba's impressive pair. Nothing would ever prepare the prince for the way Simba's spiny cock drilled his aching rump, but fucking Nala healed all wounds.

Nala could hardly believe what was happening, mewling like a kitten as two massive lions pounded away at her. Each time Simba thrust into Kovu, he slammed the middle lion's hips against hers, ravishing her harder and heavier than ever before. She dug her claws into Kovu's shoulders just inches away from Simba's powerful teeth, the royal couple fiercely claiming the former Outlander.

"Lions above..." Kovu groaned, the overwhelming pleasure and pain racking through his young body. Fucking Nala had been pretty great, but now he was fucking _both_the leaders of the Pridelands. It was hard not to see what Nala saw in Simba, the king managing a pace that Kovu would never have imagined after all the hard work Simba had already accomplished. The stiff, sharp cock holding him steady only enhanced the silky, wet warmth of Nala. Kovu roared, pounding as hard as he ever had.

Simba's plan to make the experience as unpleasant as possible for Kovu backfiring completely, the king sighed, but continued to plug away, watching the twisted grin of pleasure on his wife's face. Wasn't that really what he wanted? Why had he been trying so hard to block his beloved mate's pleasure? Did it really matter whether if was Kovu's cock making her squeal?

Simba could learn to live with it, as long as Kovu never sired any cubs on her. Simba resolved that whenever Nala went into heat in the future, he would drop everything, deny even a lioness in her first heat, and make sure to fill the queen with cub batter again, before Kovu got the chance. Nala's womb would still belong to him. Despite himself, Simba found himself staring down at Nala's satisfied, yowling face and smiling.

She noticed immediately, reaching a paw up from Kovu's shoulder to caress the King's face. She managed, through ragged gasps, to say, "I love you so much, Simba..."

"I love you, too," the king replied.

Nala's words were undercut slightly when, a second later, she tilted her head up and met Kovu's lips, opening her mouth to let the young buck ram his tongue into her. They shared a sloppy kiss, muzzles locked together as their tongues wrestled.

Simba bit back down on Kovu's back, a little harder this time.

Kovu broke the kiss, roaring and panting, shuddering across his entire body, and he yowled, "I'm...I'm gonna..."

"Kovu! Simba! Fuck me!" Nala begged.

The two males were more than willing. Kovu pressed his hips against Nala's and finally accomplished the most important task in his young life - squirting a load into the beautiful lioness whose pregnant belly was the only thing standing between harmony and exile. Simba, unaware of just where that belly had been over the last week, bit down on Kovu, tugged hard on those dark-furred hips, and erupted for the second time beneath Kovu's tail. The warm salve soothed the sharp pain for Kovu, but was even more soothing to Simba - he couldn't stop his rival from claiming his wife, but at least he was in control of something.

Nala squealed beneath to two powerful thrusts, her hips a blur as orgasm overtook her mind and body. She felt Kovu's barbs flare up inside her, each thick jolt of cream joining the thick pool of Simba's cum inside her. She had _two_mates now - that was more than fair, considering how many other lionesses Simba had fucked. She spread her legs around Kovu, taking every last, incestuous drop, small beads of blood dripping down from where her claws raked Kovu's shoulders.

Almost at the same time, Simba launched himself off of Kovu, and Kovu ripped out of the queen, leaving her roiling on her back, kicking her legs, her muff leaking fresh seed. The males stood aloof, not looking at each other, while Nala shuddered, exhausted, on the ground.

"That -" Nala panted, "did it." She'd reached her limit much faster than usual, in her effort to tire the inexhaustible Simba. Now, she just wanted to sleep. Glancing first at Simba, then at Kovu, she flicked her tail and said, "Stay with me?"

Simba glared at Kovu, who flattened his ears, but neither wanted to disappoint Nala. Stiffly, Kovu lay on Nala's right, and Simba lay on Nala's left, and the warmth of the Savannah night washed over the three, lulling them to sleep.

When Nala woke, Kovu was missing. But when she glanced over, Simba's large head rested against hers. She wrapped a paw around him, licking the side of his face. Her king roused, blinking at her. He started when he realized Kovu was gone. "Where...?" he started to ask.

Nala shrugged. "Let him go. He earned it."

Simba realized that the prince was most likely a bit more pent up, having only claimed Nala once. Images of Kovu breeding lionesses - _his_lionesses - filled Simba's mind, but he shook himself clear. The only lioness that mattered was lying there beside him. "This is...okay, isn't it?" Simba asked.

Nala said, "I will always love you, my king. You rule the Pridelands with honor and kindness, and you have many responsibilities. I understand that you don't always have time for_me_."

The large, golden lion flattened his ears. "But I -"

Nala shook her head, forestalling whatever he'd been about to say. "Now, you don't need to worry about me. Let Kovu play his own role in the Circle of Life."

Simba relaxed. She always made so much sense. He didn't know how good a king he would be if not for Nala's calm, persistent help. Simba sighed a big sigh and snuggled up against the queen.

The two lions drifted off to sleep.

Little did Simba know that Kovu's role in the Great Circle was already growing - inside his wife's womb.