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Scar was stalking Pride Rock late one night. He had been scoping the area out for several days now and the lion now knew exactly when the final lioness of the night watch retired. And that very night he was pleased to see that very lioness yawn before turning tail for the den the other lioness slept.

Scar himself had no interest in any of them. His goals were much grander and he acted on them by approaching Pride Rock and scaling up the stone slope. He kept the steps of his paws light, not even daring to let a pebble be stirred. Of course the dark lion thought himself clever the entire time. He had a plan in mind and it seemed that everything was in his absolute favor.

With another push upwards, Scar made it to the top of Pride Rock. He continued forward, walking even lighter than before as he dared to peak his head inside of the cavern of Pride Rock. That's when Scar laid eyes on him: the current king of the Pride Lands and his very own brother, Mufasa.

And, oh joyous fate was on his side for sure. Mufasa was all alone within the cavern. The question of where his mate Sarabi was, the dark lion couldn't have cared less. He didn't dare question the string of good fortune and he didn't plan to squander it either. Now feeling a bit bolder, Scar waltzed into the royal chamber. For a moment he pretended he was the king while his sleeping brother was the outcast that managed to sneak his way into his private quarters.

Such a deed would not go unpunished by the king...

Scar's guard returned as he dared to creep close to his peacefully sleeping brother. The closer he came, the stronger the pounding of his heart felt. Excitement was racing through his body, both and the realization that he was finally doing this but also the pure thrill of the risk. There was no telling what would become of him if he were caught and even worse if word would spread.

But the younger brother forced himself to not think about such things. He would focus instead on what was right in front of him, right there and now. And what was in front of him just so happened to be Mufasa's sheath. It was much larger up close, and that was to say nothing of the plump balls that rested just underneath.

For a moment a shred of doubt wormed its way into Scar's mind but he forced himself to mentally stamp it out. He had gotten this far and there was no telling if a chance like this would ever come again. The best thing to do was just to go along with it and just cherish the memory as nothing more than that: a memory.

In order to calm himself, Scar once again told himself that he was the king of the Pride Lands and Mufasa was an intruder, an interloper looking to take what was his. Even now the unworthy lion was lying peacefully as if he owned the place.

Such a deed would not go unpunished by the king...

Scar saw fit to dole out such punishment himself in the form of a brave lick to the furry pouch. The first was so quick that he hardly touched the space. Internally Scar reprimanded himself for going this far only to cower at the climax of the night. But Scar was again quick to banish those ideas of doubt. Instead he aimed to prove himself wrong.

He leaned his whole body forwards until his muzzle hovered just over the furry pouch. After taking a deep breath, Scar dared to flick his tongue over the surface, much slower this time. And he repeated the motion for added measure and reassurance.

Rather than anything bad happening, all Scar got a pleasured sigh out of his brother. It was heavy from the weight of sleep, making the dark lion relieved in that sense.

It was then that Scar realized just what he had done. Not only done, but was currently getting away with. He had done it, in fact he was still doing it! All the thoughts and fear swirling with the dark lion instantly melted away, instead replaced by that ecstatic thrill.

Scar went back to licking at his brother, this time daring to keep his tongue on the sheath, dragging it back and forth along the area. The small moans that his brother made were becoming deeper and Mufasa himself stirred for a moment. Scar was quick to dart back, but he kept his eyes on the other lion's nether-regions.

Easily seen by the younger sibling, Mufasa's sheath expanded before revealing the pink tip that lied within. Steadily it rose higher, bringing the rest of his length into clear view. Scar stood there with wide eyes, gawking at the other lion's cock as it finally grew to its full length and girth.

Oddly enough, Scar felt his mouth starting to water. Sure, this is what he planned to do for some time, but now that it was actually happening; now that his brother's length was before him, standing erect and pulsing, the dark lion was fully excited. But he reminded himself to be careful about the situation. If he got carried away the risk of waking Mufasa up was definite.

Nevertheless, Scar stalked up to Mufasa yet again, drawing his tongue over his muzzle. This was it, the time had finally come. Just a bit further, Scar's nose was bumping against the warm orbs resting under his brother's expanded sheath. He couldn't help but take a small whiff, taking in the bigger lion's scent. He fought the urge to purr and instead spurred himself to actually get started before the golden feline's maleness began to soften.

Giving attention to what was before him, Scar drew soft licks along those furry orbs. They started out light at first, but as Scar was exposed to the slight taste on them and the musky scent of Mufasa's body, the dark lion was growing more eager himself.

"Ooh..." Mufasa was now moaning aloud from the pleasure. The sound came as a surprise to Scar but he didn't stop licking at the golden balls. He was now confident that he could tease and pleasure his brother without getting caught. It was now a risk he was very much willing to take and that meant daring to push the limits a bit further.

Now allowing himself to revel in the excitement, Scar opened his muzzle and used his tongue to curl underneath the plump orbs. He eased them into his open mouth before closing his lips around the sack. With the pair of balls filling his mouth, Scar started to softly suck on them, teasing them further with slow licks that traced around them both, licking back, forth, and in between.

"Mm... G-good..." Mufasa continued to purr in his sleep, clearly enjoying the treatment of his balls.

The king shifted a bit, swishing his nuts over his brother's rough tongue. Scar only purred and returned the unintended gesture by licking just a bit faster and with more pressure. While his mouth was working, Scar looked up to see Mufasa's untouched cock. It was even harder than before, pulsing harder as well. From the tip, thick lines of precum were already oozing down the length.

Scar continued gazing at it, noticing that more pre came when he gave an extra rough lick to the musky sack. So that's what he did, swiping his tongue over the orbs over and over, tracing along the curvature and pressing them both just enough to squeeze more fluid up the shaft.

The fruits of his labor were clearly seen in the form of Mufasa's cock, now heavily slathered in clear juices. Even in the low light of the caver, Scar was entranced by the way it gleamed and shimmered. It made him want to now lick and slurp along it. And with each passing second, as more and more precum decorated his brother's cock, Scar felt his body tingling with desire, stronger and stronger...

It got to a point that he could no longer take it anymore. Forgetting the delicacy of the situation, Scar popped the balls from his mouth, tugging on them until they slipped free. It was certainly fun to do but a sudden hiss from Mufasa quickly reminded him of that risk. He dared to look up and breathed a sigh of relief as the lion only shifted but still remained asleep.

Knowing that he was still in the clear, Scar quickly pressed his face against the base of Mufasa's cock, letting all those sticky, warm fluids wet his muzzle. While his muzzle was growing damp and sticky, Scar was already flicking his tongue against the hardened surface.

As he licked, Scar let the taste dance on his tongue. Before he even knew it, he had licked along the cock, higher and higher until he was tracing the tip of his tongue along the slit the fluid was oozing from. Doing so earned him more sleep-glazed purrs and growls from the still slumbering Mufasa.

"Keep...going," Mufasa growled.

His length was now twitching hard from the licks and teases, reacting to the rough texture of Scar's tongue contrasted by the soft licks and swirls. Another growl came from Mufasa as an extra pulse of his cock forced a jet of pre to score across Scar's lips. The other lion was certainly shocked but drawing his tongue over his muzzle had him singing a different tune.

That was enough to convince him to finally take the next step; the lion pressed his lips against the tip before easing his head down, easing Mufasa's cock into his mouth. It wasn't as hard to take the whole thing as he thought and that worked to his advantage as he started bobbing his head up and down.

The taste was already incredible, the strong taste of a fertile male. It was enough to make Scar shudder, especially as he lapped up at the excess precum, slathering his entire mouth in a gooey, slippery layer that only made blowing his brother all the easier.

And when his head nose bumped against Mufasa's pelvis, Scar was exposed to a direct dose of his brother's musk. Just like his taste, it was the near overwhelming and masculine odor of a male that stood above others.

The taste and smells were more than enough to Scar focus on nothing more than treating himself to his brother's musky, royal cock. With every suck and bounce of his head against the length, Scar could steadily hear the moans of his brother growing steadily deeper and louder.

Much to Scar's surprise, Mufasa's hips rocked upwards, jamming his dick down his brother's throat. The cock was quickly reeled back before the action was repeated. Scar quickly collected himself and looked up to see Mufasa still sleeping but pleasure was glazed heavily on his face and he was even drooling a bit.

Scar met each of his brother's thrusts with a sharp bob of his head, ensuring that the king's cock was shoved and deep as it could go. As the two worked in time with each other, Mufasa's thrusts were getting stronger. He wasn't even aware of how he was breeding his brother's muzzle, slamming into it hard enough for his balls to bump against the other lion's chin.

"Mm... Ohh..." Mufasa continued to grunt, now smiling from the blissful feelings soaring through his sleep-locked body.

Scar was making muffled noises of his own, but he was aware of how loud he was being, not wanting to wake the other lion up via his own deep purrs. For now, he focused on the other sensations that came about during. His mouth was absolutely soaked in precum, it glazed his tongue heavily and dripped from the roof of his mouth in thick, gooey drips. The gushes of precum were growing frequent, a sign that his walls were looking to eject the excess before the main substance was deployed...

And just as Scar figured, Mufasa's deep moans were now purely growls of pleasure. His hips were thumping hard and fast, shoving his dick deep within Scar's throat. A final push came before Mufasa shuddered heavily. His eyes opened but they were glazed over and unfocused. They soon closed again, leaving the king to purr as his cock slinked back from his brother's throat.

Mufasa's cock blew the first gushes of his hot load inside of his brother's mouth, quickly filling the space up from one load being followed up by another. Scar had no choice but to take quick gulps of the thick substance before he could properly savor it. He did this until his brother's cumming ceased and the last of his load was spurt onto his brother's tongue.

The dark lion finally opened his mouth, panting after swallowing for the final time. Now the bitter taste was heavy on his tongue, still lingering after swallowing.

Even after accomplishing what he originally planned, Scar noticed that his brother's cock was still fully hard and now back to twitching expectantly. He had heard rumors of the king going multiple rounds with the lioness and it now seemed that they were rooted in some truth.

The idea hadn't come to Scar at first but seeing that Mufasa's hard dick was just lying there and he himself had yet to get any actual pleasure from the encounter, a new idea quickly brewed within Scar's mind. It was even riskier than sucking him off but it offered a reward just as high. Taking account of his string of fortune, Scar decided to go along with it, hoping that fate would continue to be on his side.

He dared to turn himself around before trailing backwards, closer and closer to the sleeping king. With it already hard and erect, it wasn't hard to lower his hindquarters, meeting Mufasa's cock with his tailhole. Thrill was racing through the younger lion. He could feel his older brother's cocktip already pulsing against his rim, leaking warm fluids. The sensation made his whole body shudder and he couldn't help but bite his lip.

The dark lion pushed his body back, forcing his ass to stretch around the cum-lubed cock. There was only a bit of resistance before the tip slipped inside, followed by more and more of the king's dick. It felt even bigger under his tail than it did in his mouth. Another push backwards forced the tip deeper and it hit something that nearly made the lion cum. He paused for a moment, his eyes wide and his breathing labored. No longer moving, Scar was able to get a good feel of the cock tip lodged in his ass. It felt massive in there but it was also hot and pulsing, sending strange but pleasant jolts up Scar's body.

After catching his breathing and regaining control of his own body, Scar dared to push himself backwards. He was struck by the length beyond the tapered tip stretching his rim even wider. Shuddering and grunting, Scar pushed himself further back, forcing himself to take even more, stopping just short of the thickest part of his brother's prick. If he could get past that all that remained was the uniform base.

But at this point Scar's virgin ass was feeling the effect of such sudden stretching and deep penetration. Despite that, the pleasure remained strong, even more so when Mufasa's hips shifted, slipping just a bit more of his dick inside. Scar bit back a moan and figured that it was either now or never. He picked up where he left off and pushed even more inside of him, gritting his fangs as he endured the stretching and slight pain of taking the middle point of his brother's length.

But with a bit more pushing, it pushed inside of Scar, making a small 'pop.' It was much easier from then on as the king's cock thinned just a bit. And with a bump of his tail against Mufasa's belly, Scar had taken all of his brother's cock. He took a moment to just let that sink in but he was also aware of the risk and the fact that just sitting there would do nothing.

So, Scar dared to lift his ass, pulling some of Mufasa's dick from it. As they left, the textured inches brushed against Scar's anal walls, leaving deep tingles behind that made the bottoming lion's cock pulse instantly. A rope of pre was ejected from the tip, much to Scar's own surprise.

He stopped after the thick middle part squished from his hole. With a quiet grunt of effort, he shoved himself back again. The rest of his brother's prick was practically sucked up. He took it easily but was still rewarded with a powerful rush of pleasure. It made Scar wonder if it had something to do with their relation. Perhaps his brother's cock and his own ass were made to meet.

The very idea excited Scar further; he moved his body a bit faster, daring to bounce his ass on his brother's dick. His ass was still giving a bit of resistance but a few pushes and pulls on Mufasa's thick area loosened him up enough. The dark lion was able to reel back, leaving only the tip in before pushing back. Deep shivers struck his body when his brother's entire prick slipped into his ass in a single motion.

He looked back to see Mufasa looking rather pleased, he certainly couldn't blame the other lion. He was having a good time as well. Getting into the faster motions of his backside, Scar leaned his body closer to his brother. He was now close enough to bounce his entire body rather than just his lower half.

But his motions ceased when he felt a paw on him. He could feel his heart cease for a moment and he turned around to see his brother's face. But Mufasa was still asleep, his breathing was still calm but the lion was now mumbling in his sleep. The grip on Scar increased when a second paw latched onto him, pulling him closer to his brother's bigger body.

"Mm... Tight..."

Mufasa thrust into his brother, making it strong. His cock was jammed deep within Scar's ass and the bottoming lion forced himself to keep his muzzle clamped. But it was harder than expected, with each thrust, he was stretched and filled. Precum gushed from Mufasa's cock just as heavily as it did when Scar was sucking him off. Spurts of thick, wet heat clung to his anal walls, adding heat to his body.

It was clear that he wasn't going anywhere soon, and Scar let his older brother take control. Mufasa gripped him harder and pushed his brother down in time with another strong thrust within. It was then that the bigger lion's cock pressed and squashed down Scar's virgin prostate.

Every part of Scar's body tensed and clenched; he hollered into his closed mouth as he sprayed his pent up load all over the cave floor in front of him. Gush after gush of the stuff painted the stone in streaks of shiny, pearl white seed.

But Scar could hardly focus on that; his brother was now growling in his ear. They grew deeper as the strong beast rolled his hips even faster. Beneath him, there were the muffled thuds of fur slamming into fur along with the squishes of his cock squishing in and out of his brother's depths. The hard clenching of Scar's ass was making the pleasure all the more intense; too intense for him to take for much longer.

Against his back, Mufasa groaned and shuddered, reaching his second climax. Scar could feel the heat of his brother's thick load starting from deep inside of him, rushing around to fill up his insides. Purring deeply, Mufasa continued to give scattered humps, pumping his spurting tip in deep and shooting his load in as far as it would go. Now, Scar was purring as well, thoroughly satisfied by his climax and the warmth that radiated within his tailhole.

Mufasa started to stir from his sleep. His eyes opened slowly and he looked around, but there was no one around. He looked down to see his cock, still peeking halfway from his sheath. It was covered in cum and there were thick strings of seed just ahead of him. The king connected the dots, figuring that he had yet another wet dream.

They were becoming more and more frequent. Just thinking about it made the king's length extend and harden yet again.

Reaching down and stroking his cock with his paw, Mufasa purred against the strange amount of sensitivity. As he teased himself, the king was replaying remnants of his dream. He was a bit ashamed to indulge in the fantasies of him and his own brother. But the latest dream he had was so vivid and it felt so real.

As he pawed himself, Mufasa thought of the soft lips that pressed against his shaft and the intense heat of his younger brother's ass engulfing his cock.

"Mm! Rrrr!" Quicker than he expected, Mufasa came again, watching as lessened spurts of seed flew from his length. They joined the streaks ahead of him as the king was left to pant heavily. He leaned against the cave wall again and closed his eyes, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction.