Pleasing the King
Simba has been facing a lot so stress lately, and this has been taking a tool on him. His wife is away in a trip with Kiara, and this leave the lion king alone with his son-in-law Kovu. He is restless and horny, luckily, Kovu is in there, and he knows just the way to make the king relax.
This story was inspired by an online art made by Pakko-K: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/38560283/
Whoever said that the life of a king is nothing but pleasure and glory certainly had no idea what they were talking about.
Either that or they were completely ignorant with all of the responsibilities that came with ruling your own kingdom. You had to hear the demands of the citizens (both the nobles and the peasants) and make sure that they were properly seen to. You had to legislate laws with the help of your entrusted group of councilors. You had to make diplomatic reunions and agreements with other kingdoms and even with some nobles from your own kingdom. You had to make public appearances in all kinds of ceremonies and events, like funerals of important citizens of the land (sometimes you even needed to memorize a phrase in a language you didn't understood to pay your last respects), this kind of stuff.
In the end, the responsibilities of being a king were many and they could be very taxing.
Like Simba, the king of the Pridelands, very well knew.
These last two weeks had been rough on the king, as he had many of his responsibilities come to him. Audiences with the nobles and with peasants to hear their demands, diplomatic meetings with the rulers of neighbor kingdoms, public appearances in high-profile events where the king was supposed to be present. Not to mention the amount of laws that were recently going into debate now that the kingdom expanded after end of the war and the subsequent unification with the Outlands.
The lion was truly having a hard time in the past two weeks. Much more work than it was normal for him, so much that it was not unusual for him to stay up until late and sometimes forget to eat. Luckily, he had some animals around him who would help him deal with all of the tension that his responsibilities brought him. Timon and Pumbaa were the best in putting a smile on his face, Zazu would be sure that everything was in order with his schedule, and Rafiki was the best to give him some medicines to help ease his tension and occasionally help with his stress-induced insomnia.
Simba had all of them, and he was more than glad for that. However, there was one animal who he also needed and who he now didn't had by his side.
Nala was not on the kingdom currently. Recently, with Kion's marriage, it had been many new fronts for diplomatic meetings with the kingdom where he was now king. Of course, the distant as that kingdom was from their own made it hard for messages to come and go from there, even for birds like Zazu. Also, there was the fact that some of these diplomatic situations needed to be talked from ruler to ruler, in a way that simply sending a messenger was not enough. It was need for someone in charge to actually go in there and spend some time in meetings with the rulers of the kingdoms.
Simba would not be able to go in such trips, with the amount of work he had been getting; he could not afford to make himself unavailable to his own kingdom for so long in a moment like that. The solution they found was that his wife Nala would be going in there on his place (after all, she was the queen), accompanied by their daughter Kiara and by a skilled scout for their protection.
Now, Simba knew that this was something needed, that it was something that had the goal of coming into agreements that would benefit both of the kingdoms, and it also allowed Nala to meet her son again, and Kiara would be happy as well for seeing her brother. However, this did not changed the fact that his queen would be going away from him for a while.
His queen, who was his best friend, lover and confident. His wife, who knew all about him, and who knew just how to cheer him up. His wife, who brought him pleasure in bed like no one else in the kingdom would probably be capable of.
Yes, the king was just another animal in the end of the day, and he had needs. Needs that his dear queen was more than happy to satisfy. She knew all that Simba liked and disliked. She knew how to make him purr and how to make him roar. She knew his desires and fantasies like no other animal in the Pridelands possibly could, for Simba had confided to her the fantasies that he would never speak to anyone else.
And now, she was gone.
The distance from the kingdoms meant that it would be weeks to get in there, and more weeks to come back. Not to mention the time that they would be expending into the kingdom itself as guests of the local rulers. All in all, the queen and princess of the Pridelands would be away for nearly four months.
It has been two weeks ever since their departure, and the king was already feeling the weight of the loneliness, as he missed his dear queen who could make him squirm and curl his toes in pleasure.
His close ones did their best to help the king ease the tensions. Even Kovu, Kiara's husband and consort prince, was doing his best to help Simba feel a little better by coming to see him and talk to him about may subjects. It was obvious that he shared of Simba's frustrations, once his own wife had gone to this travel as well, and he did felt a bit lonely. However, it was clear that his loneliness didn't affected him as bad as Simba's (or at least he was very good in hiding it).
Still, none of them could actually help Simba feel better the way that Nala could. None of them knew how Nala did to make the king ease himself and relax after long days dealing with the many responsibilities of ruling the Pridelands. Only she knew the secret desires that the king had and didn't shared with anyone, and only she knew exactly how to fulfill then and please her dear husband.
At least, that was what Simba thought.
Groaning, Simba was slowly coming to his senses, a strange taste filled his mouth, which made the king rub his tongue all over his mouth to try and get rid of it. That was quite unpleasant for the lion, as well as the strange throbbing feeling that he had on his head.
Simba groaned, and he tried to rub his head to get rid of the feeling.
"Tried" being the keyword here.
"W-what?" Simba said, as he found himself unable to move his hands. There was something holding them, and Simba found out that he could not move his hands from the position that they were into, which was together above his head. "W-what is this?"
Slowly, Simba was becoming aware of things, and that was when he realized a few things. First, he was not on his bed, instead, he was in a sitting position in a chair of some kind (one that was a bit comfy, so to say). The second thing that he noticed was that it were not only his hands that he could not move, but also his legs, as both of his legs were in a folded position and, for some reason, he could neither stretch them nor bring them together, as if they were being hold in place. Finally, the third thing that he noticed was that, even thought he did felt his eyes open, he was unable to see for some reason.
"W-what is this?" Simba said, squirming in the seat. "W-where am I? Why can't I see? Why can't I move!?" The king was becoming increasingly agitated, as he squirmed in place, trying to get up, but finding himself unable to. He was stuck in that chair.
"Good morning, your highness." A voice said, and Simba turned his head in the direction that it came from.
"Who is there!?" The king said, demanding. The voice chuckled in answer. "Who are you!? Where am I!? Answer me!!"
"My, my. It seems that someone is a bit grumpy upon waking up." The voice said once more. "Well, I guess the king is just another animal, in the end of the day."
Simba continued to hear the voice, which now sounded familiar to him. That was when it clicked.
"Kovu?" The king said, turning his head blindly, trying to pinpoint the position from which the voice of his son-in-law was coming. "Is that you?"
"Yes, Simba. It's me." Kovu said, and Simba realized that he could now feel his presence. The smell of his daughter's husband, previously an enemy of the kingdom, was now very recognizable to him.
"Kovu, what is happening?" The lion said to the other one. "Have we been captured? There are invaders? How did we got here?"
There was a silence, before Kovu spoke:
"These herbs truly knocked you out good, didn't they?"
Simba didn't answered, not truly understanding what Kovu meant, he was still coming to himself, and trying to make sense of what was happening, and of the details of the his presence predicament. That was when kovu's voice continued:
"Well, answering your questions: no, we have not been captured. No, there is no one invading the kingdom, they wouldn't dare with Vitani's guard always on the watch." The younger lion said, while Simba listened. "As for how we came here..." All of sudden, Simba could sense a change in the tune of the lion. "I brought you here after the herbs on the wine put you to sleep. Just for you to know, it wasn't easy to avoid the guards patrolling the castle, especially with how much you weight. You should consider a diet."
Simba's mind processed what he just heard. He tried to take a grip on the words being said to him and, once he did, they managed to spark a flow of memories on his mind.
He had been on his quarters, seeing to some papers that proposed new decrees and laws, when all of sudden there was a knock on his door. Kovu had come to him, bringing him two cups of fine wine, one for the king and one for himself. While being focused on his work, Simba felt glad for the visit that Kovu was making him. The younger lion had been visiting him often now that both of their wives were away in their diplomatic mission. He offered a glass of wine to Simba and he gladly took it, enjoying the sweet taste of the fine grapes while he and Kovu talked. After a while, however, Simba found himself to be feeling a bit dizzy, something that he even associated with tiredness. Soon the lion was finding it hard to focus on anything, and he found that his body seemed to become heavy, including his eyelids, which were closing. Simba could not remember anything after this, and he remembered that the last thing that he saw before his eyes closed was Kovu's face, and the younger lion was smirking at him as he sipped from his own cup of wine.
"Kovu..." Simba said, as his mind took a grip at everything. "You... You drugged me!"
"Just a sleeping herb that is granted to work really fast." Kovu said, "Courtesy of Rafiki, I gotta thank him for that later."
"Kovu, why would you do such thing?" Simba said, as he got more and more aware of his situation. "What is the meaning of this!?" The king demanded. "Where am I!?"
Kovu answered:
"What? Don't you recognize your own throne?" He said, his voice sounding a bit teasing. "I mean, you stay sitting on it nearly four hours a day."
Simba stopped, processing what he had heard, and that was when it hit him that Kovu was saying the truth.
This was his throne!
Simba could feel the familiar feeling of the cushion of fine silk filled with goose feathers. He now was getting more aware of how he was bind, as he could feel the biting of the rope on his limbs. His hands tied to together, another piece of rope connecting them to the sacred symbol on top of the throne, causing the king's arms to be forced above his head. Simba was also aware of the ropes binding his legs in that bending position, with extra rope tying his bound legs to the arms of his throne, leaving Simba quite exposed, as he was frog-tied into the royal throne. Simba could even feel the piece of cloth that was tie over his eyes, casting him in constant darkness.
Simba soon was processing the very fact that he was bound on his very throne, which meant that he was nowhere else than his own throne room. And his throne room frequently had guards keeping watch on the front door.
"Guards!" Simba called out, "Guards! Come here now! Guards!"
"Save your breath, my king." Kovu said, "There are no guards around, I arranged for them to be in another part of the castle. Also, it is still one hour before the sun rises, and most of the servants are either sleeping or dealing with something on another part of the castle."
Simba was about to call out again, when Kovu interrupted him:
"Besides, I think it is better for you if no one comes in now." Kovu said, and Simba could swear that there was a hint of humor on his voice. "After all, I don't think you would want your servants to see you only in your undergarments, would you?"
Simba stopped for a moment, wondering what Kovu meant, when all of sudden he realized that he felt colder than he should have be feeling now.
Simba could clearly remember that, before blacking out, he was still wearing his full suit. His regal clothing, his mantle, his jewelry and his crown. However, right now Simba realized that he could not feel his bracelets and rings on his arms, that the bit of the rope on his legs was on his bare fur, and that he could no longer feel the weight of his crown on his head.
Simba realized that he was wearing nothing more than his soft silk underwear.
"W-where are my clothes!?" Simba cried out, a blush forming under his fur as he found himself exposed like that. Kovu chuckled once more before he answered:
"I took the liberty of removing them while you were unconscious." The younger lion said, "These nights are so hot here in the Pridelands, so I figured it would be more comfortable for you to be without those heavy garments. Also, I took the liberty of removing your jewelry and your crown. You won't be needing them."
Simba's mind was racing, as he processed all he was hearing, his situation, and the way that Kovu was acting and talking now. Slowly, a theory was forming on his head, one that made him as horrified as outraged.
"Is this a coup!?" Simba demanded, twisting his head as if to find out the direction of the younger lion through his blindfold. "Is this what this is about!? Is this a scheme to depose me and take the throne for yourself!?"
There was a silence after this, then Kovu's voice came once more, and this time he sounded serious, and a bit hurt.
"Is that really the first thing that comes to your mind?" Kovu asked of him, it seemed clear that the accusation had upset him. "Do you really think that I would do something to try to take the throne, after all that I went through to try and protect it? After I turned on my own mother?"
"Well, I certainly don't know what to think right now!" Simba shot back. "You came to my quarters, drugged me, dragged me through the castle, stripped me of my clothing and tied me into my own throne! What am I supposed to think of this?"
Another silence, before Kovu spoke once more.
"Yeah, when you talk like that, I guess you kind of have a point." The younger lion said, although he still seemed a bit upset. However, it seemed that he was recovering, for he was now speaking with a normal tune.
"You can relax, Simba." Kovu said to him, "I am not turning on you after all this time. I am not doing anything to try taking your throne and seizing power, I am happy with being the consort prince. You don't need to be afraid."
Kovu sounded sincere as he said that, and Simba now actually felt bad for having thought that Kovu was plotting a coup. After all, the younger lion went against his own family in order to save both Simba himself and the Pridelands as a whole. He proved that he deserved their trust and their appreciation, for he was truly loyal to them.
However, this did not relaxed Simba very much, for despite him believing in Kovu when he said that he was not attempting to depose him, it did not explained why he put Simba in such a predicament.
"Then is this some kind of prank?" Simba said, still squirming on his seat, doing futile attempts of freeing himself. "Is this for laughs? The king tied by his duty now tied to his throne? If that is the case than this is a very poor taste prank!"
"Oh, it is not a prank, my king." Kovu said, his tune changing once more, "You can face it as... doing my part to help the king."
"What?" Simba asked, not understanding how kidnapping him, stripping him and binding him would help him in any way.
"Kovu, what do you mean by- What are you doing!?" Simba cried out as he felt Kovu's hands now landing on his body.
Kovu was by the side of the king, that much Simba knew, and the younger lion now had both of his hands on the king. One hand had landed on his chest, his fingers found is nipple, and now they were caressing it very gently. Meanwhile, his other hand had found its way to the king's crotch, and had now started to grope and fondle Simba's member through his underwear.
"K-K-KOVU!" Simba nearly roared, "Kovu, what are you doing!? Stop this! Stop this now!"
"Shhhhh." Kovu shushed the king, his mouth was so close that the king could feel his breath tickling the fur of his ear. "Come on now. Just relax."
However, Simba was doing the opposite of relaxing now. The king was squirming in earnest. It seemed that he was both trying to free himself from his bounds and squirm away from Kovu's touches. However, he found himself unable to do either.
"K-Kovu..." Simba said, "P-please, stop this. W-we shouldn't be... W-we are both... T-this is not..."
"Shhhh." Kovu shushed the older lion once more, his breath tickling on Simba's ear, what caused the lion to squirm more. However, it was not because the feeling was unpleasant, quite the opposite, the feeling was a rather pleasant one.
"Don't complain now." Kovu said, his voice taking a deep timber that nearly resonated on his throat. "And don't try to squirm, well, unless you really like it." His voice sounded so... nice. "You should just let me do my business... like a good kitty."
Simba's eyes widened behind his blindfold, as a breath hitched on his throat.
"...W-what?"
"You should behave and let me do my thing like a good kitty." Kovu repeated, that sultry voice sounding honeyed to Simba's ears. "Are you a good kitty, my dear Simba?"
Simba's mouth was gaping.
These words that Kovu was saying now. The way he was saying them. And the things that he was currently doing to him...
Simba let a moan escape from his mouth, and this caused Kovu to chuckle.
"Now that is what I expected to hear." The younger lion said, still fondling the older lion's crotch through the silk of his underwear. "Honestly, I was starting to get worried. I was doing everything just as Nala said, but you were taking long to start moaning. I was starting to think I was doing something wrong."
"N-Nala..." Simba said, the feeling of what was happening getting to him. "N-Nala t-told you...?"
"About the kinds of little plays that she does with you?" Kovu said to him. "About how the one who is in control of the whole kingdom loves nothing more on his intimacy than surrendering and letting someone else take control? That he enjoys being stripped of both his clothes and his control by someone else, to be toyed with to this animal's heart's content? That he loves to be blindfolded while he is gropped and fondled so he has no idea what the other animal is doing, making him really feel that he has no control? That he enjoys being tied up as if he is a prisoner so the other animal can do as they want with him and he can do nothing to stop them? That he loves to be tied up and blindfolded while he is groped and teased by someone else while they whisper honeyed words on his ears?"
Kovu's voice was acquiring that tune again. That sultry tune that made Simba feel strange and warm inside. Once more, he could feel Kovu's breath tickling the fur of his ear while he whispered on his ear.
"That he has the fantasy of being tied up on his own throne while someone else touches him?"
All the while, Kovu didn't stopped groping on Simba's crotch. His cock was now nearly fully hard inside of his underwear, and Simba was sure that Kovu could feel the heat emanating from it. The feeling of being touched like that, while on a situation like that, was sparking pleasure on Simba. So much pleasure, that he nearly could not properly process the fact that Nala had shared all of his darkest fantasies with their son-in-law.
Should he feel shocked that she did? Betrayed that she told someone else the confidences that he made to her that he wouldn't do to anyone else? Mortified that Kovu, of all animals, found out about these fantasies?
It was so hard to think with that hand groping and fondling his member.
"It was right before she and Kiara went in that travel." Kovu said to him, no longer whispering on his ear, but still being close to him. Simba could smell his scent. "She called me for a reunion and told me these things about you two, about what you liked to do in bed, and the kinds of things that you two did behind closed doors."
He started to move his hand side to side, and this caused Simba to let out another moan, followed by a purring sound.
"I must confess I was a bit embarrassed for hearing such a lot of things about your intimacy." Kovu confided, as he continued to grope Simba. "I even asked her why she was telling me that. And, you know what she said?"
Simba continued to purr under Kovu's ministrations.
"She told that it was because she trusted me." Kovu said to the purring king. "Because she knew that I was someone who would not take advantage of what she was confiding me, and that she knew that, in a moment of need, I would know what to do with this information during her absence."
"I must confess that I didn't fully understood what she meant at the time." Kovu said, his other hand gently rubbing and pinching on Simba's nipple, causing his purring to become louder, "But, after seeing how stressed you were getting lately, I believe I've come to understand."
Simba was following what he was saying. Through the pleasure, his mind was able to process what the younger lion was telling him, and he was even able to follow his line of thought. But, still...
"W-we shouldn't be doing this." Simba said, "K-Kovu, you are my son-in-law. W-we are both married. I-if someone finds out that we... t-that we are..."
"No one will find out." Kovu whispered on Simba's ear. "I have been very careful planning this out and executing this. There is no one in this part of the castle, and no one has seen me carry your unconscious body here. No one has the slightest idea what we are doing in here. As for our wives, you don't have to worry about that."
"B-but they..." Simba said, but he was finding it hard to find words through the pleasure that Kovu was inflicting him with his touches. "M-me... Y-you... W-w-we shouldn't be..."
"No more discussion." Kovu said, in a gentle but firm tune. "You need this. I know it. You know it. Even Nala knows it. That is why she told me how to please you. Dammit, she practically gave me her blessing to just go ahead and do it. She knew that, when you got too stressed out, that was the only thing that would truly help you, and it had to be done by someone in whom you trusted. You trust in me, don't you, Simba?"
"Y-yes. I mean, I do trust you, but..." Simba said, almost tripping over his words, as Kovu continued to tease him. His speech was suddenly lost to a moan as Kovu gave a careful pinch to his nipple while working on his hard member through his underwear, which was now certainly starting to form a damp spot from the pre that was leaking from his penis.
"You need this Simba." Kovu said, whispering on his ear. "But, if you don't want this, I won't force you." With this, Kovu stopped, and Simba nearly sighed of relief at the same time that he nearly whimpered from the pleasure now vanished. "If you really want to stop this right now, then just say the word, and I'll untie you and we pretend that this never happened."
Kovu was now certainly standing right by his side. His smell certainly seemed that it was close. Simba was panting a little bit, recovering from the sexual assault that he had been suffering up until now.
He should just tell Kovu to cut it out.
He should just tell him to untie him and hand him back his clothes so they could forget this.
He should just tell him that they, as married men, should not be doing something like that, especially with each other.
However, he said nothing.
Simba said nothing, and just sat in there, silent and with a blush forming over his face.
After a few moments, Kovu then said:
"Yeah, that's what I thought."
He seemed a bit pleased, by the voice tune that he used. Soon, Simba could feel the hands of the other lion return to his body. One of the hands was now massaging his chest in a rather sensual way, the same way that Simba himself would grope his wife's breasts in their moments of love and passion. Meanwhile, the other hand was once more groping and fondling his balls and hard cock through the red silk underwear.
Soon, Simba was once more moaning weakly under the ministrations of the younger lion.
"Yes, that's it, Simba." Kovu whispered on his ear. "Just remain sitting like that and let Kovu here do all the work. Just sit in there like a good kitty while I do my part."
Simba shivered once more, his cock throbbing inside his underwear.
"K-Kovu..." Simba said, his voice sounding as weak as his legs would be feeling if he was standing. "T-the way you are talking..."
"What? Oh... Oh, sorry." Kovu said, quickly retreating a bit and resuming to his normal tune of voice, instead of that sultry tune that he had been whispering in Simba's ear. "That is my bedroom voice. I started doing it after Kiara and I married, and now I slip into it every time I am doing anything sexual. I'll try to stop it."
"No." Simba said, and then he said:
"I-I... I kind of like it."
Simba felt his face blush, and a silence followed, before he could hear Kovu speaking again, and he could practically hear the smirk on his voice.
"Oh, really?"
The next words he heard were once more whispers on his ear, on that same tune.
"Do you enjoy when I talk like this?" He whispered as he continued to grope and cup at Simba's crotch, and Simba whimpered and blushed more as he nodded. This prompted the younger lion to chuckle.
"Well, guess I'll have to keep talking to you like that, won't I?" Kovu asked, "After all, the whole point of this is making you feel good, and if my bedroom voice makes you feel good, I guess I have to indulge you, don't I, my king?"
Simba shivered as he could feel his cock leaking pre into his underwear.
"That, of course, if you behave like a good kitty." Kovu said; he was so close that Simba could clearly make the smell of the cologne that he was wearing. "Do you want to be a good kitty, don't you, Simba? I guess you do, because good kitties get rewarded."
Simba shivered again, as his cock throbbed harder. Nala must have really went into details with Kovu, because the younger lion was truly doing and saying all of the right things. All of the things that Nala herself would do and say that would drive him crazy. In fact, with his eyes blindfolded like that, Simba could actually imagine that it was Nala who was by his side. Aside from the voice, which was different from his wife's, but not bad, if Simba was to be honest.
Soon, Simba was purring. Purring like he only did when he was with his wife. That was how well Kovu was doing this. He continued to grope and rub his member through his underwear, making it throb and leak more and more pre into the silk, and causing Simba to purr louder, along with the occasional moan and whine.
This continued and continued, and soon, Simba could feel a familiar feeling building up on him.
It was coming. It was coming.
It was right there. Just a few more rubs...
However, right when he was on the edge, it stopped.
Kovu's paw left his crotch, and the pleasure that was driving him to the sweet climax vanished just before Simba could actually reach it.
"W-what!? Gah!" Simba said in surprise. His hips jerking, but the fact that his legs were tied to the arms of the chair prevented him from doing much more than squirming and slightly rocking his hips back and forth, his cock throbbed inside his underwear, aching with need but unable to release its pleasure.
"Kovu, why did you stopped?" Simba whined. "I-I was so close."
"I know." Kovu said, speaking on that tune of voice again. "That was exactly why I stopped. I can't have you orgasm. Not now, anyway."
"B-but I was close." Simba whined again, sounding just like a cub as he spoke, and this caused Kovu to chuckle.
"Nala was very clear on how she played with you." Kovu said to him, "She said how you loved when she teased you until you were about to orgasm, and then she stopped just when you were about to blow your load. That you loved that she would let you fall back and then start teasing you again, and again and again, until you were begging for release."
Simba whimpered.
He whimpered like he only did when he was with Nala.
"I'm going to follow her instructions, Simba." Kovu said, and he was now sitting on the arm of the throne by the older lion's side. Simba could feel one of his arms going behind his back until Simba could feel it on the other side of his chest. "I am going to do exactly what she told me, and soon, I'll have you curling your toes in pleasure, just like her."
As he said that, Kovu started to rub Simba's chest with both of his paws. His fingers found the older lion's nipples, and they soon were caressing and rubbing them. Slow and gentle strokes, around the nubs and over them, grabbing them and applying just a little bit of pressure.
Just the way that made Simba purr.
"Oh, yes." Kovu said, whispering on his ear. "I'm gonna have your mewling for me, and only then I'm going to let you orgasm. That is..."
He was close now. Simba could smell his scent. He could smell the cologne and the scent of Kovu beneath it. He never noticed how well it smelled.
"If you have been a good kitty."
Simba shivered, as every fur of his body stood on end, a weak whimper escaped his lips.
Soon Simba would be making more noise, thought.
Whimpers. Moans. Purrs. Whines. Groans.
The whole package of noise that a lion can make while they are tease senseless while tied up to a chair.
Kovu kept his word of teasing him, and he was doing as much a good job as Nala did in their intimate time. He would rub Simba's body, especially his nipples, which by now were so hard and sensitive that even the breeze from Kovu's breath would cause him to flinch. When Kovu took one of his nipples on his mouth and started to suck Simba nearly felt like roaring. Right after, Kovu would drag his tongue over his chest and over his belly, licking the sweat that had accumulated over his fur from the sheer arousal.
That not to mention on how Kovu played with his cock. It was still tuck safely inside of his underwear (which Simba was sure that now had changed from its normal red coloration to a dark red, as it had been drenched with both his pre and sweat), but Kovu didn't let it alone a single moment, except when he was leaving Simba fall back. All the rest of the time, Kovu would grope it, rub it in different ways, and massage it in a very sensual way that Simba was certain he had learned from Nala.
All the while, the younger lion would whisper on his ear, saying things with that sultry voice that made Simba have these weird shivers.
"Look at you, all wet on your underwear. What a naughty kitty."
"Do you enjoy this? Do you enjoy being touched like that on your own throne? What a depraved king."
"If we look all over your family tree, all the way to the first king of the Pridelands, I doubt we would find a king who was more depraved than you, sweet kitty."
"That's it, take it, kitty. Take it like a good kitty. Are you a good kitty, Simba?"
That with the occasional flick of Kovu's tongue on his ear, which caused him to shiver from head to toe.
All of that would serve to tease Simba all the way, only to leave him hanging when he was right at the edge. Then Kovu would leave him alone for a minute or two before he restarted it all. At some points, he would subside his pleasure with pain, by squeezing his balls through his underwear or by pinching hard on his nipples. All of that was building up in a maddening cycle of pleasure and denial.
All the while, Simba kept making noises and, among this noise, it was possible to hear a name.
Normally, the only name that would leave Simba's lips in a moment like that would be the one of his queen. However, at that moment, another name was leaving his lips.
"K-Kovu. Kovu... Ohhhh, Kovuuuuu."
How long had that been now?
Minutes?
Hours?
Had the sun rose already? Breakfast would be ready soon? Would someone be going to his chambers now to check if Simba was there, only to be confused that the king was not on his bed?
Simba didn't knew. To be honest, he didn't cared. All he cared about was the pleasure that was being offer to him. The sweet feeling that was making him lose his mind. The desired release, now precious like the Holy Grail, so close and yet just far out of his reach.
It was maddening. It was driven Simba to the very edge of madness, as pain and pleasure meshed under the ministrations of the younger lion.
"N-n-no more..." Simba whimpered. "P-please, Kovu... N-no moooreee. Please-e-e, let me come... L-let me come, Kovu, please... I-I..."
"Yes, Simba?" Kovu said, whispering on his ear with the same tune. That tune that was doing its part on Kovu's work of driving the king to madness.
"I... I've been a good kitty." Simba mewled.
Kovu chuckled at this.
"Yes. Yes you have." He said into Simba's ear. "And good kitties get rewards."
As he said that, one of his hands, which was on Simba's chest, toying with his nipple, started to move down. Slowly, teasingly. Until it snaked its way inside of the king's underwear. Simba could feel it making contact with his pre and sweat drenched member. Kovu's fingers wrapped around his member, and then, they started to move on it.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Slowly, at first, but soon, they were picking their pace.
Simba moaned louder as Kovu worked his member. Moans that soon were turning into growling.
Growling that got louder and louder as the hand on his cock moved faster and faster.
Suddenly, the growling was cut off when a strong hand clamped around Simba's mouth, silencing the king.
"MMMM!"
"Shhhhh." Kovu whispered in his ear, as he now held his hand over the king's mouth to keep him silent. Simba could not do nothing more than to let out muffled groans and protests, as well as whines and mewls. Simba would later feel glad that Kovu held his muzzle shut, otherwise, the king would be roaring so loud that he would have woke up half of the castle.
Meanwhile, Kovu continued to tease him without any mercy.
Simba breathed through his nose as he let out muffled sounds from the intense teasing. His toes curled and his body tensed as he tried to squirm but was stop by the strong ropes. The ropes tying his legs to the arms of the throne in particular were doing a good job, as they prevented Simba from actually thrusting his hips to match with Kovu's rubbing of his member. Simba did, however, shook his head from side to side, and Kovu continued to keep his mouth clamped shut with a hand over his muzzle.
"That's it..." Kovu whispered in his ear. "That's it. Go on, kitty. Start spewing your load, like a good kitty."
It was too much.
It was just too much for Simba.
The teasing that he endured for what felt like hours. The fast rubbing of his cock. The words that Kovu were saying with that smooth voice.
After so much teasing and denial, Simba just couldn't help himself.
His back arched, and the ropes holding him strained as the king's body would spasm. A muffled cry of pleasure came out through the hand covering his muzzle, as Simba finally reached that sweet feeling of release.
It was intense and sweet like it had not been ever since Nala went in that travel. The kind of release that Simba knew that he could only achieve with the help of someone else. The king continued to spasm and to let out muffled cries of pleasure as Kovu continued to rub him while he came, causing his orgasm to last longer, as the continuous stimuli cause his cock to keep releasing his pleasure, pooling with fluids that stained the inside of his underwear so much that it now felt drenched.
His pleasure continued to draw out, until the point that it actually bordered on the thin line between pleasure and pain. Simba's noises became more like yelps, as his cock felt overstimulated, and this was the cue for Kovu to stop stroking. He still had his hand inside Simba's underwear, his fingers curled around the king's penis, but he was no longer stroking. If anything, he was only giving a very light, very slow massage, which still made the king twitch.
Simba relaxed, as he finally was coming down from his orgasm, breathing deeply through his nose while he could feel Kovu nuzzling with him.
"That's it." The younger lion said as he nuzzled the older lion. "Good kitty."
Simba let out a mewl that was muffled by the hand that covered his muzzle as shivers ran up and down his spine, and he just allowed himself to be nuzzled. After a few moments, Kovu removed his hand from Simba's underwear.
"Now look what a mess you've made." Kovu said, "Your dirty kitty."
The hand around Simba's mouth was finally remove, and Simba was allow to pant more properly, as he breathed through both mouth and nose. By breathing through his nose, Simba was able to pick up a very familiar smell, which was very close to his face.
"Clean your mess, kitty."
That was a command that Simba had already heard before, although it was the first time that he heard Kovu's voice saying it. However, Simba obeyed nonetheless, as he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, as he reached for something that was right in front of his mouth. As he met it, the familiar taste of his own semen danced across his taste buds.
Soon, Simba was dragging his tongue all over the presented hand, licking his own semen out of it. That was not the first time that he licked his own cum from someone's hand. He was used to do it from the soft, slender and kind hand of his wife, but now he was doing that to a strong, callous hand of his son-in-law.
It was not a bad experience.
Kovu allowed the king to lick his hand clean, and he even shoved his fingers in Simba's mouth, and the king would obediently suck on those fingers as he let out soft, submissive moans. After a few moments, Kovu deemed his hand clean enough, and so, he removed it from Simba's reach, and the king continued to pant.
"So?" Kovu asked, "How was it, my king?"
Simba took a few instants to answer, and when he did, he said:
"Amazing..."
"Just like what Nala does?" Kovu asked, and Simba soon was answering:
"Y-yes." The king said, "You did practically all that she did, and in the very way that she did. Well, except for..."
The king fell silent, after a few moments, Kovu was asking:
"Except for what?"
There was more silence after this, and Simba said:
"Well, after we are done with this, Nala usually finishes by kissing me. But, I don't think we can do that."
"Who said we can't?" Kovu said, and then, Simba could feel two strong hands holding his cheeks.
"Wha-?" Simba tried to say, but he was cut in the middle of the word as he felt lips pressing against his own. This caused the king to let out a surprised yelp, muffled by the muzzle that was pressing against his own.
Simba flinched a little bit, but soon, he was relaxing a bit in that kiss. His eyes rolled behind his blindfold, as the king started to surrender himself to the kiss of the other lion.
He soon felt something wet poking on his lips. That was when Simba obediently opened his mouth to allow Kovu's tongue entry. It soon was inside his mouth, and it did touched his own tongue and danced around it.
As they danced, Simba could not help but let out a moan, muffled by the mouth pressed on his own. Kovu didn't moaned, but it seemed that he was actually enjoying the kiss, if the eagerness that he was showing at the moment was of any indication. The other lion was holding Simba's muzzle with both hands as he kissed him, and he was leaning over him, as if he was trying to deepen the kiss even more.
Did... did Nala told him how Simba liked his kisses as well?
It seemed that she did.
The make out session lasted for a while, before Kovu pulled away.
Simba was panting, and he was sure that a strand of saliva was connecting both his and Kovu's muzzle. It was, however, broke as Kovu pulled away, and soon, the blindfold over Simba's eyes was finally removed.
The king blinked, as his eyes could finally see where he was. As he thought, he was on his throne room, and he was sitting in nowhere else than on his throne. That was no surprise. Just as it was no surprise when he looked down on his nearly naked body and saw his underwear of red silk was now darker with the moisture of sweat, pre and cum. As a matter of fact, there were some white stains in it, as some of his cum had leaked through the silk and now was staining the red.
"So?" Kovu's voice finally made Simba look his way. And Simba had quite a sight to look at.
Kovu stood in there, as naked as Simba himself. Simba could see the muscular form of the lion who grew up in a harsh reality of the Outlands. Strong arms and legs, defined abs, a sizable-looking package that was contained by an underwear of white linen. A strong face, with a single scar over his eye, a smirk was on his muzzle as he looked down at the bound king.
"K-K-Kovu..." Simba said, looking at the younger (and very manly) lion. "Y-your clothes..."
Kovu blinked as he looked back at him, before looking down on himself.
"Oh, yeah, right." Kovu said, "I took of my clothes because I thought it would be more comfortable." The younger lion gestured to the side, and Simba looked to see two piles of neatly folded clothes. These were his own clothes and Kovu's. Simba's pile was probably the one that had his jewelry and crown on top of it.
"Besides, I am pretty sure that it would not be good for us if our clothes got impregnated with the smell of each other and sex, right?" Kovu asked to the king. "It could make some people think the wrong thing and ask some inconvenient questions."
Simba looked back at Kovu, and he had to admit that the younger lion did had a point.
One of the things that Simba always admired on Kovu was how levelheaded he was. A far cry from his late mother and brother.
"But, anyway, how was it?" Kovu asked, looking at the king. "Was it good for you?"
It felt so surreal to hear such a question coming from his son-in-law. Simba would never imagine that he would hear such a question from him, even more in such a context. Simba blushed more, as he once more became aware of the situation that he was into, and of what he and Kovu had just done.
"I-it was good." Simba said, looking away.
"Just good?" Kovu asked, looking at him, "Come on, I put some effort in doing it just like Nala said. Was it really just 'good'?"
Simba's blush got more intense, so much that for a moment it felt like his face could ignite.
"I-it was amazing." Simba said, still embarrassed to speak that aloud, even though it was the truth. "I liked it very much. You were right, Kovu, I really needed this."
Kovu smiled proudly.
"So, was it as good as Nala?" He asked, and Simba was sure that his face could really ignite if he blushed harder.
"I mean, I tried to follow her instructions to the letter, but I did added a few twist of my own, so it didn't felt like I was just copying her." He said, as if he was justifying himself to the older lion. "So, was it as good as her or did I messed something up?"
Kovu was not asking that just to make Simba embarrassed. That much was something that the king was sure. The consort prince really wanted to know if he had done things well.
"It was just as good as Nala." Simba said, and this sounded very sincere. "You did everything the way she would. Well, save for..."
Simba hesitated, and Kovu looked back at him.
"Save for...?" Kovu pressed, and Simba was soon speaking:
"W-well..." The king said, "W-when we kiss, Nala uses her tongue a bit more. I mean, you did used your tongue well, but Nala uses her tongue a bit more aggressively. She wrestles with my tongue, wraps hers' around it, you know, that kind of thing."
Kovu looked at him for a few moments, before he nodded.
"Alright then." He said, "I'll try to work on it next time."
Simba blinked, and he looked up at the younger lion.
"N-next time?"
"Yes, Simba." Kovu said, looking back at the king.
"What, you thought that I was only going to do it this once?" He asked, looking at the king. "Simba, you got very stressed with two weeks of your queen's absence, and she and Kiara will still be away for at least fourteen more weeks." He looked down at the king, "I am in charge of taking care of your needs while your wife is away, and I plan to do this well. So, you can expect more of this to happen, at least once every few days."
Simba looked at Kovu as he processed what the younger lion had said. Well, it seemed to him that the younger lion had a good point at this.
Indeed, if two weeks without intimate contact led Simba to become so stressed, than it was to be assume that he would be come just as stressed if he had not access to some intimate contact from time to time. Nala was not around so all he had was Kovu and the younger lion already proved that he was up to the task of pleasing the king to help ease his tension.
Yeah, the idea didn't seemed a bad one. Simba approved it.
"Okay then." Kovu said, looking down at Simba, "Now, let's get you out of these ropes and into your clothes before someone comes in."
He was about to start untying Simba, when:
"Wait, wait." Simba said, causing Kovu to stop and look at him. Simba looked back at the brown lion, and he blushed a little bit as he thought about why he stopped Kovu, and thought if he should actually go on with this.
"What?" Kovu asked, "What happened?"
Simba looked at him, and he then looked down, at Kovu's underwear.
"Y-you look like you liked it too." He said, and Kovu looked down.
His underwear was tenting, as his member was hard and bulging into his underwear.
"Oh... yeah, I did enjoyed it... a little bit." Kovu admitted, rubbing the back of his head, and Simba looked at him.
"You have been pent up without Kiara around, haven't you?" Simba asked, and Kovu nodded.
"Yeah, who wouldn't get pent up if their wife is away?" He asked, and Simba nodded.
"Yeah, that's true..." The king said, and after a few moments of silence, he said:
"Would you like some help with it?"
"Huh?" Kovu asked, and Simba blushed as he looked away.
"I-I mean... you just helped me with my problem." The king said, stammering as he said these words. Normally he would not stammer, unless speaking on some language that he didn't knew. However, at this moment, the king was feeling strangely bashful.
"S-so nothing better than I returning the favor, right?" Simba said, and he looked up at Kovu. He never had noticed how manly and handsome Kovu was before. Of course, he never saw Kovu only on his underwear before and, at that moment, he kind of wanted the underwear to go as well.
"Would you like me to... return the favor?" Simba said, as he finally put the card on the table. Now it was up to Kovu to take it or not. Simba wasn't sure of what would happen now, that he had made such an offer to Kovu in such a position, and he looked expectantly at the younger lion, as he seemed to be considering if he should or not take the king's offer.
It took nearly a minute for him to think about it. During this time, the king remained looking at him, somewhat anxious to hear what his answer was going to be. After a while, Kovu finally spoke:
"Yeah, I have been missing some intimacy, with Kiara away." He said, his hand going to his underwear, adjusting the tenting bulge of his underwear. "I did have felt a lot pent up lately and, if I am being completely honest, having you tied up and at my mercy really was kind of a turn on."
He looked away, and Simba had the impression that his dark fur was hiding a blush.
"I guess I kind of enjoy the power trip stuff." Kovu admitted, "You know, having you so vulnerable and allowing me to do what I wanted with you. It kind of turned me on so much that I had to hold myself back from maybe going too far. Seriously, I wanted to do a lot more to you than just rubbing and teasing."
Simba swallowed a lump on his throat, as he was imagining what were the things that Kovu felt tempted to do to him while he was tied up. He knew that he should feel scared of such things but he was kind of curious to know what they were.
"And to be honest, just looking at you right now, all tied up and vulnerable, and practically offering yourself to me, is turning me on a lot right now." Kovu admitted, looking back at the king, and he smirked.
"So... yes, I'd like you to return the favor."
Simba's heart was pounding on his chest. What was the strange feeling of excitement that he was feeling now? Was it normal in a moment like that? Simba wasn't sure, he was pretty sure that no one else in the Pridelands would go through something like that.
"But, we better not." Kovu said to the king, "The sun will be raising in twenty minutes or less, and soon the first guards will be coming to patrol this area, not to mention the rest of the servants who will come to clean and prepare the throne room. If we start something in here now, there is a great chance that we might be caught, and that would lead to a lot of difficult questions. We better avoid rumors that say that the consort prince and the king have an affair while their wives are out, right?"
Kovu did had a good point. Simba knew that. It could seriously damage their image with the people if they were caught in such a position, and there would be no explanation for it that wouldn't put at least one of them in a very difficult situation.
Still, Simba could not help but feel strangely disappointed as Kovu said that.
"Yes, you are right..." Simba said, looking down. After a few seconds, he felt Kovu's hand cupping his chin and lifting his face. Kovu was now looking at him with a sensual smirk.
"Tonight." Kovu said, with that same sultry voice that made Simba feel goosebumps. "After the sun has set, in your private chambers. I'll sneak past the guards to your quarters, and then you can return the favor. Maybe in front of the fireplace, over a fine glass of wine."
That... didn't sounded half-bad.