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It had already been a good while since the sun had set, and darkness was starting to coat the peaceful savannah in its mantle. The usually so alive and vibrant plateau had grown quiet as animals of all species were settling in for the night, each in their various abodes, gathering strength for tomorrow; another busy day. Stars had started to appear in the sky, along with the moon sharing their glow with the nightly savannah, providing light to any animals still awake at this hour.

It was beautiful.

Simba had always been fond of the nightly savannah, often having stayed up late just to witness this very sight in all its glory. But, as with many other nights, simply enjoying the peaceful savannah wasn't the sole reason the king-to-be was awake. No, the feline prince was up for a much more sinful reason, as one might have put it. After all, today was one of those days.

Simba had taken his usual spot behind some large rocks in an empty cave, which was currently uninhabited, left empty as the previous lion who had died way before Simba was even born. Quite spacious and in a semi-secluded location, it was actually strange how no one had decided to settle here. Maybe Mufasa had forbidden it, who knows. He was one of the cave's primary visitors after all.

The young lion's ears twitched, picking up a sound of a dry branch cracking somewhere outside the cave. Simba quickly ducked into his hiding spot, his furry figure well concealed by the shadows of the cave. Soon, there was another sound, followed by a few more, Simba soon being able to make out footsteps near the entrance of the cave. As always, there were two sets of them. Pressing his figure as close to the rock as possible, the prince stuck out his head from behind the boulder, trying to catch a glimpse of the cave's two most frequent visitors. And sure enough, there they were.

Even in the dim moonlight, Simba could easily make out the figure of his father and uncle, who quietly sneaked in from the cave's entrance. Not that it would have been difficult to spot the shadowy frames of the fully grown male lions, even if it was in the middle of the night. And as usual, both of the brothers were buck naked, having left their loincloths somewhere before arriving at the cave.

Mufasa turned his head from side to side in a cautious manner, scanning the surroundings, even sniffing the air to make sure there was no one around. This is where it really paid off for Simba to be related to the two, as Mufasa wasn't able to make out the distinct scent of his offspring from his own. Scar looked more relaxed compared to his brother and strutted his way to the middle of the cave, the moonlight bouncing off his dark mane as he walked. Even in the dark, Simba could see the distinguishable cut over the younger brother's left eye, the pink, furless spot almost as -prominent- as the lion's green irises.

Scar brought his paws to a halt in the middle of the spacious cave, at a spot where the silvery moonlight met with the dark shadows of the cave. Simba saw a faint glimpse of his uncle's white teeth as the younger of the royal siblings smiled, looking down at the profound line between the light and dark. But suddenly, the dark-maned feline looked up, his green eyes staring straight into the darkness, somewhere to the general vicinity of the hiding prince. Simba immediately ducked behind the boulder and held his breath, wondering if his uncle had found him out.

Slowly inching his muzzle along the rough surface of the large rock, Simba took another careful peek after a short while. The young lion sighed with relief as it appeared Scar hadn't noticed his presence, having turned around to look at his brother at the entrance of the cave. Mufasa was standing completely still by the cave's entrance, the moonlight beautifully illuminating his strong figure and lush red mane as he stared back at his brother, who stood inside the cave on the edge of darkness.

The older of the males released a soft growl, tensing up his muscular thighs and taking two steps closer to Scar, who stood perfectly still, his dark-tipped tail gently swaying from side to side. Growling a bit louder, Mufasa bore his teeth and took few more steps towards Scar, approaching his brother like a prowling predator. But the younger sibling didn't even flinch and instead seemed to enjoy the imperious performance by his brother.

With less than twenty feet between the males, Mufasa stopped and took a wide stance with his legs, lowered his head, and brought up his shoulders, his red eyes fixated on one thing and one thing only: his brother. The sense of tension in the air made Simba unconsciously hold his breath in anticipation of his father's next move.

There was a growl and sharp lion claws scraped the floor with force.

In a flash, Mufasa was all over Scar. The king pushed his brother to the ground, pinning him under his paws, aggressively shoving his mouth on the other lion's, deeply kissing his younger sibling on the cave floor. Scar made no effort to struggle under his brother, and let Mufasa do exactly as he pleased, submitting to be licked and kissed to the older male's content. But that wasn't the whole truth either as Scar too leaned into the kiss with his brother, eagerly attempting to intertwine his slippery tongue with the rough, wet surface of Mufasa's. Even from where he was hiding, Simba could make out the sloppy sounds of his father and uncle kissing on the cave floor, the two big lions exchanging saliva between their mouths as fast as their tongues would let them.

Eventually, the two lions' lips parter, a single strand of saliva glistening between their tongues in the moonlight. "Mmhhh... You're always almost too eager... Brother..." Scar grumbled, licking the sides of his mouth while looking up at his brother, whose lush mane almost covered the younger male's muzzle under it. Mufasa didn't say anything, remaining on all fours on top of his brother.

Now even Simba was able to see it. The silhouette of Mufasa's royal lion cock, which pointed towards the ground almost touching scar with how long it was. Simba's ears twitched and he felt a pleasant sting down by his crotch as he got a proper look at his father's majestic member. The very same phallus, which had given life to Simba all those years ago. It was big and intimidating, certainly a tool fit for a King.

Scar sniffed the air around his muzzle, and the prince could again see the white of Scar's teeth as the dark feline smiled mischievously under his brother.

"Mmmhhh... Truly eager..." Scar lifted his head off the ground, giving the tip of Mufasa's nose a quick lick before chuckling: "What would your subjects say if they found out that their king was actually lusting after his brother?"

Simba now witnessed the cock of his uncle hardening, another phallic silhouette getting erected next to the other, the two lion cocks almost touching with how close they were to each other. The prince stifled a particularly excited exhalation leaving his mouth as his own, loincloth-covered feline member began filling up with blood, a pleasant sensation warming Simba's loins in his hiding spot. Soon, he was able to smell his father and uncle too, a sweet mixture of the two males' arousal floating through the cave and into Simba's sensitive nostrils.

Swallowing excitedly, Simba continued to observe the royal siblings.

"It's your fault for teasing me all day..."

Simba couldn't help but get the shivers from his own father's bedroom voice, and how different it was from his normal tone. Every single word filled to the brim and dripping with lust towards Scar.

"I have enough females to deal with, would it be too much to ask not to have someone of my own blood constantly groping the front of my loincloth? Does your tailhole really itch that much, brother?" Mufasa continued, leaning in and gently kissing his brother's neck.

Scar purred, a strange sound Simba, as well as Mufasa, could never get enough of.

"Well, that's YOUR fault for smelling so virile all the time... I can hardly be around you without soiling my loincloth after a few minutes." Scar chuckled, the tip of his tail beating the floor excitedly.

"Oh... And you think I should take responsibility as always..." Mufasa continued, running his right paw all the way down from Scar's neck to the curve of his hips, making the dark-maned feline flinch from his possessive touch.

"Well... the King does what he wants, and takes what he wants..." The dark-furred lion muttered, turning over to his side, playfully brushing Mufasa's erect member with his tail. Grabbing a hold of his right cheek and spreading his ass open for his brother, Scar asked: "What are you waiting for... my King?"

Mufasa promptly laid down next to his brother, lining his strong royal hips up with Scar's rear, placing his left paw on his sibling's shoulder and the right paw by his hips. He inched his strong feline body closer, the tip of his malehood making contact with Scar's behind, who purred upon feeling his brother so hard, so eager and so close to him.

"Are you ready?" Mufasa whispered right next to his brother's ear his voice soft and deep enough to send shivers down Simba's spine.

"Always for my King..."

Both lions growled when their hips smacked together and the passionate brotherly sibling spooning began, a steady stream of soft plaps beginning to echo inside the empty cave. Simba trembled within his hiding spot, his young feline erection pressing against the large boulder as the lion prince watched his father thrusting into his uncle. This was what Simba was here for.

It was an ancient ritual of showing allegiance to the King, or so Simba had been told by his father. The now much older lion had long since figured this actually wasn't the case, it was just Mufasa wanting to fuck his little brother, or the other way around, Simba still wasn't quite sure. He had first found out about the two brothers' more intimate relationship during his late-teens when he had accidentally entered the wrong cave at precisely the right time. Scar had been down on all-fours with a formidable pool of cum between his hind paws, and Mufasa hadn't even noticed Simba entering and had finished inside his brother right in front of his own son.

Simba still found himself slightly amused every time he thought back on the caught siblings' panicked expressions at the time. Especially his father's, and how frantically he had tried to explain that it was all just an ancient ritual between the King and the head of the Lion Guard, with creampied Scar laying on the background.

Naturally, the sexually mature and grown prince had gotten interested in this "ritual" between his father and uncle, especially since the two seemed to conduct the rite several times a week, always disappearing from their cave every other night to meet up in this abandoned dwelling. Of course, the curious young male had since spent most of his nights camping in said cave, watching his uncle and father engage in hot and passionate lion sex, himself getting a more than a generous chance to explore his own male sexuality from the privacy of his hiding spot. How many nuts had he busted to watching his dad and uncle fuck, Simba couldn't be sure.

Scar and Mufasa now occupied with each other, Simba felt confident enough to push himself off from the surface of the boulder, and slip a paw under his loincloth, where an eager feline shaft was already prompting the prince to touch it. Biting his lower lip, Simba wrapped his fingers around the girth of his cock, shivering from his ears to his tail as the pleasure began coursing in his system. Fixating his gleaming red eyes on the mating male lions closer to the entrance, he began to stroke, being slow and careful as not to make any noises that would give him out.

Further from the prince, the royal cavorting continued, Scar craning his neck back and turning his muzzle up towards the cave's cold stone roof, his eyes held shut as he purred in that enchanting way of his. Skillfully kneading his hips on the cave floor and into his brother, Mufasa groaned and leaned closer, burying his feline muzzle into his brother's lush, dark mane. All the way to his hiding spot Simba was able to hear how the older brother hungrily sniffed his brother, sighing deeply after inhaling Scar's alluring scent.

"Why do you always smell so good..?" He grumbled, making a few particularly harsh thrusts to the darker lion's backside, filling his nostrils with the other male's smell once more before pulling his muzzle away from Scar's mane.

"Mmmhhh~... I think you know why..." Scar whispered, leaning back against his brother's muscular frame, accepting all of Mufasa with his body. This prompted the older brother to playfully bite into the somewhat exposed neck of the dark-maned feline, Scar letting out a surprised but satisfactory moan in reaction to the dominant act.

The two were still as passionate as ever. Simba had now switched to his left paw, quietly panting behind the big rock, fervently masturbating to the intimate lovemaking his father and uncle. The front of his decorated leather loincloth already had a few darker spots on it from all the pre which leaked out of the prince's eager feline phallus as he continued to stroke faster and faster, watching the royal incest unfold before his eyes.

Both Scar and Mufasa, currently moaning and groaning on the cave's moonlit floor, were such a contrast to how they appeared and held carried themselves during the day. Sure they were relatively close, and a keen observer could every now and then sense a hint of sexual tension, happened the brothers accidentally touch paws or cross gazes with each other. But never did they publicly show any greater affection towards one another. Mufasa was the King, and Scar was the head of the Lion Guard, nothing more.

Although, to Simba, who knew the true nature of the brothers' relationship, there were times when he could spot some clear-cut flirting between the two. Scar especially was quite good at this, teasing his elder brother very subtly and skillfully nearly every day, most of the time completely unfazed if they were in public or not. It could be as innocent as accidentally touching Mufasa or swiping the front of his loincloth with his tail, bending over to pick something up. The younger brother was quite mischievous and always proficient with his timing, usually leaving his brother flushed and noticeably aroused with his little stunts. This usually prompted some sort of retaliation from Mufasa, be it either more proactive counter-teasing from him during the day, or a more intense breeding session during the night.

On some days especially, you could sense from Scar's scent alone that he was in need of a rough dicking from his brother. And Mufasa ALWAYS took notice, with or without any risky flirting.

Simba got down on his knees as his legs grew weaker, the intense pleasure starting to take over his lower body. Pulling his loincloth to the side, the prince hastened the movement of his paw, spreading the glistening lion precum all over his length as more and more gushed out from the tip of his malehood.

"I wonder if that gazelle saw us today..." Mufasa muttered in the darkness, reaching back with his right paw and lifting up Scar's right thigh with it, gaining some more leverage to his flowing thrusts.

"So what if he did? If someone asks, we can just say that blowing the King is a sacred duty of the head of the Lion Guard." Scar replied, his voice shaky and uneven as he received the King's meat.

"Do you think they'd buy it?"

"Do they have to?"

Mufasa voiced a disgruntled growl, slightly increasing the pace and harshness of his thrusts, which elicited a soft purr from Scar.

It wasn't that big of a secret around the savannah anyway, that Mufasa and Scar were fucking. Mufasa's subjects were neither simple nor blind, and rumors got around quickly around Pride Rock. There had for months been whispers exchanged on the savannah, that the king is secretly plowing his brother. A gossip that surely had made it to the ears of the royal siblings themselves, but Mufasa didn't see it necessary to extinguish those rumors. Because what would anyone do, even if they found out that the King liked dipping his dong into the quivering tailhole of his brother? Mufasa was the King. He could've even fucked Scar in broad daylight in front of all his subjects, and none of them would have anything to say to him. For what he cared, he could've been strutting around the savannah with Scar on a leash and a collar with the name tag "King's bitch".

Just the mental image of that scenario made Simba's erection throb almost twice as hard, as the young lion approached his tipping point.

Right then, Simba suddenly heard a low growl and could see his uncle's cum glittering in the moonlight, as the dark-maned lion came onto the cave floor, the steady plapping of Mufasa's hips on his backside continuing undisturbed.

"Already brother?" Simba heard Mufasa whisper in the dark, a hint of complacency in his voice. Scar didn't respond.

"Fuck!" Mufasa groaned, and there was a somewhat audible 'pop' inside the cave, the scent of his father's majestic lion breeder immediately making its way into Simba's nostrils.

Mufasa slapped his erection on top of Scar's right thigh, rubbing his slick shaft against his brother's dark fur, marking him with his scent. Both of the males were out of breath, but still very much eager to continue.

"Turn over! I want to breed you from behind."

Scar obediently rolled over to his belly, pushing himself off the cave floor and hiking up his backside to a level better accessible to his sibling. Mufasa quickly sat up behind his brother, his teeth glimmering in the moonlight as the elder brother smiled, looking at the moonlit feline backside his brother presented to him. Going onto his knees, Mufasa grabbed Scar's lion cheeks with his paws, quite roughly parting the dark furmounds and getting a look at the pink orifice hiding between them.

Scar purred while Mufasa leaned closer, Simba observing his father extending his long feline tongue, reaching towards the twitching anal ring of his brother. Mufasa opened his large jaws, looking like he was about to take a bite out of his brother's backside. Simba steeled his vision, opening his eyes wide and staring unblinkingly at his father, who was about to give Simba's uncle a taste.

Scar meowed quite audibly as Mufasa chomped down on his buttocks, his lingua most likely slithering its way inside the younger male. Maintaining a firm grip on his brother's rump, Mufasa pushed his wide-open muzzle as deep into Scar's furry crease as he could, while thrusting his wet tongue into the familiar insides of his sibling. Scar, of course, purred and mewled like a female in heat, getting such special attention from the King. His rock-hard lion shaft was pointing downward between his legs, pulsing with newfound energy even after its not-so-distant climax.

Simba now brought his right paw onto his shaft as well, masturbating with both paws while watching his dad eating out his uncle, while the air inside the cave was filled with reproductive male lion pheromones, which drove the young prince wild. And Simba could already feel it coming. Down somewhere by his lower abdomen, there was a warmth and pressure, both of which were waiting to be let out.

Mufasa was more than meticulous with his oral work, giving his brother a full-course meal on ass eating, while Scar purred louder each passing second. The king slathered Scar's entire crease with his saliva, licking not just the area around the anus, but also giving a fair share of love to the round lumps of rear fat which decorated the younger sibling's backside. He licked his brother so thoroughly, that the fur on almost both of Scar's cheeks was completely wet, and Simba reckoned that his uncle's insides were most likely no different. Mufasa did still give most of his attention to the winking feline ring, which was just waiting to be violated by the king's cock again.

Inhaling the air from between his teeth, Simba wrenched his paws off his shaft, which throbbed on the verge of orgasm, a particularly thick rope of pre stretching all the way down to the cave floor from his tip. Simba had to lean back and dig his claws into the soil beneath as every cell in his feline body screamed for an orgasm, which the prince desperately tried to hold back.

No, not just yet.

Somehow, that seemed to be exactly what Mufasa was thinking as Scar was already panting on the verge of a second royal ejaculation, his feline length twitching almost violently as the King withdrew his tongue from inside his brother.

"Tsk tsk! I thought you would've built SOME resistance against my tongue by now..." Mufasa whispered, clicking his tongue, lovingly caressing his brother's buttocks with his paws. Scar was too out of breath to reply.

The two exchanged no more words while Mufasa lined up his hips with Scar's tush, poking the saliva-coated entrance with the tip of his malehood. Simba, who had somehow managed to avoid a messy climax, now refocused his attention to his father, who was about to go spelunking inside the prince's uncle.

"Good kitty..." Mufasa whispered as he pushed his royal length into the rapidly constricting tailpipe of his brother.

Soon enough, the cave was once again filled with groans, moans, and all the miscellaneous sounds two male lions produce when having passionate sex. Mufasa had a grip on Scar's hip as well as the base of his tail as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into the spasming tailcave of the younger male, his hefty balls slapping against Scar's when their hips met. Scar was already devoid of any strength and practically laid on the cave floor with his rump hiked up for Mufasa to use, softly purring as he was taken by the King.

Simba brushed his mane to the side, wanting an unobstructed view of the two as he again brought his paws onto his cock, slowly stroking the sensitive, about-to-burst feline shaft.

"The females could learn a thing or two from you, brother. Mhhh~ It's almost like your tailhole was made for my cock." Mufasa muttered while humping Scar's backside at a steady pace.

As per usual, Mufasa, the King was every year tasked with impregnating the tribe's females, as was his right, and duty as the strongest male of the pack. Duty or not, it still didn't stop Mufasa from absolutely plowing Scar's ass all the way through the entire mating season. During his heat, Mufasa would sometimes drag Scar into his cave in the middle of the day and lay him if his urges happened to grow too unbearable. And even when performing his sacred duty, the females would always have to wait for Mufasa to dump a few juicy loads into his brother's tailhole before he got to them. That was always the case. The stickiest, freshest and most fertile loads always went into Scar's greedy tailhole instead of going to the females anticipating wombs.

Mating season was also prime time for Simba's voyeurism, his own reproductive instincts kicking in, and he could easily pump out five or six loads a session while watching Scar receive the kitten batter from his brother. Nearly every night during the mating season was sleepless for the prince, due to masturbating almost every single time the two brothers had sex, which was a lot. The two fucked so much during mating season, Simba was almost surprised that Scar hadn't wound up pregnant during one. He certainly got more seed than any other lion on the savannah.

Simba grit his teeth as the pleasure surging down by his loins was growing more and more unbearable. The hot feline shaft throbbed beneath his palms, only a few proper strokes away from ousting the contents of Simba's royal testes onto the boulder in front of him. The prince's balls were already aching to be relieved of their cargo, even more than usual since Simba had denied himself a few minutes ago. But even so, jerking off to his father and uncle having sex felt so good, that Simba was almost starting to go crazy.

Not...Just yet... Ughhh~ Hurry up and cum already, dad...

Simba thought while trying to hold back the pressurized surge of cum working its way up his urethra as he stroked faster and faster, getting ready to unload any second now.

Like father, like son Mufasa elicited a low growl from somewhere deep inside his esophagus, a tone so deep and primal it made every hair on Simba's body stand up. Overall, a very familiar sound to the prince, and to Scar, both well aware of what would soon follow.

Growling unrelentingly, Mufasa pressed his upper body against his brother's back, making short, kneading thrust into Scar's tailhole, once more dominantly sinking his teeth into the fur on the younger lion's neck. The movements of the King's hips were almost mesmerizing with how smoothly and earnestly he mated with his prey, the two male lions' bodies lurching on the cave floor in perfect sync, each overtaken by their carnal desires. Scar had put his front paws onto the floor and was pushing back against his brother, his short, sharp breathing quickly drowned out by the deafening roar which Mufasa muffled onto Scar's shoulder.

Scar immediately froze rock-solid, every muscle on his dark-furred body tensing up as the massive wave of lion cum hit his anticipating insides. Simba could hear him gasp, which was then followed by a hearty purr, as the royal uncle unloaded his own cumtanks onto the floor below, his decent-sized lion member flinging out jizz like it was his first orgasm ever. Scar then began to squirm slightly- but the grip Mufasa had on his brother with his teeth was strong, and there wasn't much room for the younger sibling to flounder about. Watching his uncle writhing on the moonlit cave floor, Simba could only imagine what it felt like to get your colon pumped full of kitties by the King.

Mufasa's tail pointed almost directly upwards as he dislodged the massive jizzbomb from his royal urethra. His large feline body twitched on top of his brother, as Scar was made to receive all of the King's liquid love anally; something which the darker feline was very much used to by now. Simba watched as the two reached their climaxes and the pressure within his own shaft grew too strong to hold back. The prince grit his teeth as not to roar when finally, he allowed himself to ejaculate, ropes of cum jetting out of his tip as Simba gave it his best effort to paint the boulder in front of him completely white.

The cave was now full of the scent of the three males' seed, a strangely arousing mixture of smells, derived from multiple loads of potent lion ejaculate. Mufasa, Scar, and Simba had all stopped moving, each focusing all of their mental efforts on breathing and trying to relax after their robust orgasms.

His furry chest rising and falling at a decelerating pace and the scent of cum tickling his nose, Simba gazed back onto the two post-nut royals who basked in the moonlight in the middle of the cave. Mufasa was the first one to move, having recovered surprisingly quickly as per usual. The bigger lion leaned a bit closer, and gently licked his brother's face before rolling off his naked figure, dislodging his cum-coated fuckrod from within Scar's gaping colon in the process. Scar immediately collapsed onto the floor, laying on his side as a slow stream of the product of the two's incestuous lovemaking oozed out from his half-closed sphincter.

"...Thank you brother... I needed that..." Mufasa said with his usual, gentle tone, after having remained quiet for a while, now facing away from his leaky brother.

*Purr* "Anything... for the king..."

Simba saw his father crack a faint smile before he too laid down onto the cave floor next to his brother.

"I reckon we should go back to the cave and get some sleep. Busy day tomorrow. It's the annual Ancestors' festival." Mufasa said, gazing into the lifeless stone roof over his head, Scar immediately rolling over as he spoke.

"Are you sure...?" Scar purred, and even Simba could see the flashing in his green eyes.

"The head of the Lion Guard is quite hungry... I would appreciate it if the King would provide me with a substantial meal..." Scar said, opening his terrifying jaws wide, and showing off his salivating mouth to his brother.

As if on cue, Mufasa's semi-chub turned rock hard in the blink of an eye, and the older lion shot an amused and playful gaze towards his brother.

"...You're insatiable, Scar..."

Now Simba looked down to see his own royal dong ready to go, all ten-or-so inches of it rock hard and erect, ready for some more stroking. Looks like it was going to be a long night after all.