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Standing atop Pride Rock in the midst of the fight from the Pride Lands, Simba and Scar stared each other down. This was it, the final battle for the title of king. Opposing the heir to the throne was his own uncle, standing rather tall and radiating an aura of confidence.

Scar wore a small smile on his muzzle as he looked his nephew up and down. He knew very well that he couldn't overpower the younger lion. Unlike him, Simba was in the prime of his life and could easily overpower him. But Scar wasn't looking to out-muscle the other lion, he was keeping his eyes on his opponent, waiting for just a single moment to take advantage of.

Simba grit his fangs, pure anger radiating from his pelt. He was determined to defeat his uncle and take the throne back. Like Scar, he was aware of the advantages on his side and that made him confident that he could come out on top. Even if his uncle fought back, it wouldn't be anything he couldn't handle.

With that in mind, Simba threw himself forward, running at the older lion before lunging at him.

Scar saw this but forced himself to stay in place despite the fur rising along his spine. His instincts were screaming at him to get out of the way. But Scar held firm, his eyes searching until he found what he was looking for. Simba soared right at him, outstretching his paws in preparation to pin his uncle down.

That was the moment Scar was waiting for and he acted quickly and accordingly. Raising up on his hindlegs, Scar made a quick swatting motion with his paw, striking as hard as he could. It scored right between Simba's open paws, striking him right in the face. Losing his composure, the golden lion fell just short of the other lion.

The heir to the throne wheezed as his body fell to the hard stone. Fighting to catch his breath, Simba made the mistake of rolling over on his back. That was yet another thing Scar was quick to take advantage of...

Simba still struggled to take a deep breath but it became even harder due to something now pressing against his muzzle. The golden lion opened his eyes and exclaimed around the other lion's backside. Scar grunted as he sat himself comfortably on Simba's face. He was already enjoying the soft puffs of his nephew's warm breath against his tailhole.

"How thoughtful of you, Simba." Scar purred. "I've been looking for a proper throne..."

The older lion let those sink in while he ground his backside against Simba. Underneath him, the younger lion did his best to lift Scar off of him, but as the air returned to his lungs, Simba took a deep whiff, taking a powerful burst of musk straight to the head.

The sudden masculine scent made his head spin. For a whole second Simba forgot where he was and what he was doing. But another sniff brought it all back. He was still pinned underneath his uncle but for some reason, Simba lost all desire to fight the older male. Instead his mouth was watering and his body felt tingly all over. He couldn't stop himself from letting out a sigh that was heavy with hints of pleasure and excitement.

Scar heard the sound Simba made and could feel the breath on his backside getting even warmer. It worked out better than he had hoped.

For added measure, Scar gave a quick buck of his hips, grinding his ass back and dragging his balls over the other lion's lips. A tingle of pleasure soared up his sack, making the dark lion shudder. He wasn't the only one; Simba nostrils continued to flare against the slightly sweaty sack now pressing against his nose. The musk wafting from them wasn't exactly the same as Scar's ass but it still worked well enough to make the golden lion melt.

Now the hot puffs of breath were on his sensitive balls, sending deep tingles up Scar's spine. The older male simply purred and looked behind him at the huffing lion. It was clear that his nephew was no longer a threat. One little sniff of his backside and the young lion was flat on his back, silently begging for more.

"It would be a shame to just kill off such a good seat..." Scar said, mock pouting. "I am willing to let you live, Simba. But you must show me just how much you value your life."

Despite being practically smothered, Simba still managed to nod, dragging nose against the slightly damp ballsack. The moment and feeling was enough to convince Scar, but there was more he wanted from the lion than simple compliance. After all, he was the one who started all this mess around them.

Scar turned his gaze ahead to the Pride Lands' horizon. He thought for a moment until a smile spread across his muzzle.

"Now, how about you be a good nephew and give me a good cleaning..."

The dark lion drew his hips back, grinding his balls across Simba's muzzle and planting his slightly sweaty ass against Simba's muzzle. For added measure the dark lion dragged his puffy rim against Simba's nose, smearing his sweat and smell on the smooth surface. He could hear Simba groaning as he finally planted his ass on the younger lion's lips.

"Now, show me who the true king is," Scar said, dragging his claws against the stone under his paws, reminding Simba of the alternative...

But Simba didn't need an incentive to get started. His mouth was flooded with his own saliva and his tongue forcing its own way past his lips. Just a bit further and it was prodding against that musky ring of flesh. His tongue quivered against the taste but Simba knew that was only the beginning...

He couldn't resist pressing his lips against the wet pucker, planting a firm kiss against the pink ring. His tongue spread heat to the musky surface in the form of a slow lick. It was quickly followed by Simba pressing his lips to the hot hole yet again. He kept his mouth there, parting his lips to give Scar's ass a light bout of sucking.

"Mmm, there we are." Scar very much enjoyed the heat that spread to the rest of his body. Parting his hindlegs even wider, the dark lion allowed his nephew even more room.

He continued to sigh and tremble from the treatment of his ass. Alongside the suckling of his rim were the slow licks of Simba's textured tongue, dragging slowly, ensuring that the older lion felt the full intensity of his wet, warm touch.

As nice as it felt, Scar didn't let himself get too carried away. It had to be known who was in charge and that meant he had to be relentless, keeping the lion underneath him literally and metaphorically.

"Very nice... Now, service me like the good throne that you are."

Simba's eyes went wide and a small groan left him as the older male put even more pressure on his mouth. But he continued to worship the other lion's ass like he was told. But it was clear that Scar wanted more from him. Oddly, Simba himself became eager to please, just as Scar demanded more, the younger male wanted to do more.

He sucked harder against the rim for a bit before finally taking the next step. With just a bit of force, Simba pressed his tongue against the tight flesh, steadily stretching it around the girth of his prodding muscle. Little by little, the young lion pressed more and more of his tongue inside of the king's hole, already shuddering from the intensifying taste.

Nestling inside of the musky passage, Simba pressed and slowly swirled his tongue within. On his taste buds were the heady flavors of Scar's ass, making him drool on himself. Even while his tongue explored, his lips continued to press and suck at the stretching rim.

"Yes. That's it... You're learning your place well..."

All Simba did was moan in response, but even that came out muffled around his mouthful of lion ass.

"You always were a fast learner..."

Simba blushed and continued working his tongue against the soft, hot walls. He collected more of the tasty flavor that made his entire body tremble. The lapping became more intense, his tongue curling deep within and against the now clenching muscles.

"I'll give you a -mpph- good life as my personal seat. All you have to do is beha-"

Scar's words were cut short by a pair of paws locking around his waist. To his own surprise, Simba was pulling his lower half even closer, pressing his face hard against the other lion's ass. His shame had been burned away but the intense musk and flavor. Now it was all he wanted, craved, desired. If that meant he would be reduced to a living seat for the king, well Simba was honored to serve the king.

Leaving all resistance and doubt behind, the golden lion gave into the older feline's influence. His tongue worked much faster now, giving quick licks to the inner walls. He could hear Scar making small noises above him and that fueled him to keep going.

"N-now you're becoming a proper throne." Scar's voice deepened from the growls that followed the words. The pleasure within himself was building steadily, making him tremble as well. Simba was working harder than he expected but he reminded himself to stay firm.

Simba himself was fully indulging in the other lion's ass. His tongue was scoring deep inside, licking against the flavorful walls. The texture of it only aided in him collecting the deep, masculine taste. He couldn't get enough of it, even when it covered the entire surface of the pink muscle. All the while his heavy snorts came from his nose as he drank in heavy doses of his uncle's kingly scent.

Scar's growls were steadily getting deeper and the pleasure within him was scorching. He wasn't prepared for the onslaughts of licks, let alone against his prostate. While the dark lion stood firm on saving face, he couldn't stop his cock from twitching every time the soft button within him was touched and pressed. He knew it was much longer until it all became too much for him. But until then...

Scar pressed and ground his ass against Simba's face, now putting as much pressure as he could. At this point his entire backside felt wet with both spit and the hot breath puff against it. He was getting closer, in time with the licks of his nephew's tongue came strong bursts of pleasure deep within him.

Another deep growl left Scar as his cock pulsed harder than it had before. He knew that was it and with another long, hot lick against his prostate, the dark lion grit his fangs and shuddered. His orgasm burned deep through his whole body but it focused to his untouched cock, now spurting a heavy load across the slurping lion's chest.

Simba felt this but he was still consumed with the taste and smells before him. The hard clenches of his uncle's ass only made it easy for him to slurp up even more of the deep flavor. Despite not actually achieving a climax, Simba was moaning as if his cock were currently spurting thick ropes.

Scar managed to recover from his orgasm and wore a smirk as he looked back at the still licking Simba. Now he was more than sure that Simba wouldn't be an issue he would have to worry about. Not now, not ever; not as long as he was reduced to nothing more than a throne for the king.