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The Lion King - Everything The Light Touches

Chapter 29 - An Unexpected Pleasure

by Mirri

It was an auspicious day to be sure. Arrangements had been made and messages exchanged back and forth for several days - this was not an easy thing to plan after all - but finally it had been decided that Tungora and a few of his followers would visit the Pridelands.

Even as Simba stepped out of his cave that morning, late as always, he could sense the whole pride abuzz with excitement. Leonine visitors were a rare sight indeed, mostly because it was Simba's main task to chase them all away before they got too close to his pride.

Nala's decision to go on a walk-about right before the big day was of course unfortunate. At least the King had managed to talk her out of taking Sarabi with her, but she still insisted on leaving without giving too many details on why. She had left by herself this morning as promised and was already long gone, probably. Normally one might have noticed her missing, but everyone was just too excited about the foreigners coming over. Simba had to move further away than was normally necessary from the waterhole so he could take a nap since all the lionesses were nattering and giggling at a much louder volume than usual.

The relative peace and quiet was ripped to shreds in an instant when one of the lioness lookouts came running towards the waterhole, yelling, "They're coming! I saw them coming!"

The lioness gleefully collapsed in a panting heap right next to the waterhole and everyone jumped to their paws and started running around in panic as if they had forgotten to prepare... something?

Simba opened an eye lazily at the crowd and shook his head. It was hard to believe these mighty huntresses could bring down several large prey animals and yet panic so easily. He rose slowly to his feet and stretched himself out before yawning widely and only then did he slowly pad over towards the confused group.

The King cleared his throat and his booming voice quickly got the ranks in order again. By the time the delegation from Tungora's pride came over the northern hill and into view, everyone was lined up and ready to receive them.

The grey-furred Lion King squinted his eyes and smiled broadly at the reception standing ready for him, all of them in one row so he could greet them individually. Tungora was accompanied by two adolescent lionesses and one of his sons, a skinny sort of fellow who was still growing into his mane; young as well, but not quite as young as the two lionesses. The three others walked behind their father and King, all of them dwarfed by the enormous and noble leonine.

Simba swallowed the lump in his throat as they all approached; the towering figure reminded him of Mufasa in so many ways. He had a hard time determining if Tungora was larger or about the same size as his father had been, he had only gotten a sense of his size when he was a cub himself, so naturally he remembered him as being enormous.

The delegation made it within a comfortable hearing distance and approached Simba who stood up front to be the first to meet them.

"Greetings Tungora, and welcome to my lands." The King stepped forward and bowed his head slightly in respect. Tungora dipped his own in response and gave Simba a brief and reverent nuzzle.

"Greetings to you, Simba. I thank you for your hospitality and your invitation. We will be looking forward greatly to spending some time with you and your subjects." Tungora smiled and peered back over his shoulder to make sure that his three offspring were groveling sufficiently in the background while the Kings were conversing.

"You are welcome to stay as long as you like. Come, I want you to meet everyone." Simba led the large lion over to the row of lionesses waiting for them. He still felt a bit nervous in the majestic presence of the older King, but he was certain they would warm up to each other soon enough.

They went all the way down the row one by one with Simba introducing each lioness by name, and Tungora giving them a hearty nuzzle and cheekrub so they could both remember each others' scent. The grey King's own was a vivid mix of every member of his own pride, but that made little difference to the Pridelanders of course.

Following the primary introduction were the grey King's progeny, each one doing the same nuzzle with every lioness as well. At the very end, Kovu sat smiling and Tungora paused before him.

"Ahh, so this is Kovu. Tales of your extraordinary achievements have traveled far. I shall look forward to hearing how much the whispering winds have exaggerated them all." The King chuckled with a deep rumble. Kovu wanted to say something but his muzzle just opened and no words came out, instead he just stared dumbfounded upwards.

"Your destiny will be observed with great interest." Tungora offered a longer and more thorough nuzzle to the Prince, who accepted without question. Despite the very informal pride that Simba & Nala were running around here on a daily basis, one simply could not deny the commanding charisma of the colossal grey lion. His confident strides, his measured tone, and his eloquent speech immediately inspired one to follow his lead and do whatever he said. This included being attentive in his presence and not speak until his pauses allowed it.

For most every Pridelander, it was quite a different and interesting experience. The Outlanders were mostly reminded of Scar, but he was commanding in a different manner entirely - there was more slithering snake-like charm when he wanted to talk you into something, and more sneering when his patience was thin.

There was nothing intimidating about Tungora when he was in a good mood, and he did have that elephant-like quality of being very slow to anger, which fit in great with the overall image he gave off.

"Kiara and a few others are out hunting for us at the moment. They will be back this afternoon." Simba remarked.

"Very well." Tungora stepped back so that all that were gathered could see the four northlanders. "This is my son Ratir."

The young lion gave a little bow to all assembled.

"And my daughters Tawaa and Bekele." The two lionesses giggled and bowed as well, but a lot less formally. It looked most of all as if they had been instructed to bow their heads just before the party arrived; it was obviously not a familiar gesture for them to perform.

A moment of awkwardness was starting to creep up on everyone at this point. All the lions sat and stared at each other for a few silent moments before Tungora's deep voice saved the day.

"Bekele, Tawaa. Why don't you tell everyone about the herds that are moving towards the Pridelands from our borders? They will be here soon, and I'm sure Simba's mighty hunters are interested in all the details about their weak spots, hmm?"

The two lionesses lit up in a grin and jumped over towards the others to eagerly explain, both of them yelling at the same time, and it took a while for them to start telling the stories by turns instead.

The crowd settled in a circle around the two narrating lionesses and Simba broke off with Ratir and a few other interested lionesses to show him around the place. It was the young Prince's first visit to the Pridelands, after all.

Tungora managed to disengage himself from the gathering now that he was not in the spotlight anymore and he was about to follow Simba and the others when suddenly a familiar face stepped into view.

"Sarabi... It's been a long time, my dear." The King bowed his head to her, his mane waving with the breeze that rushed below Pride Rock where they were all standing.

"Not since Scar died." The Queen mother smiled faintly and mirrored the motion. The memories were flooding back in the lioness' mind at seeing, scenting and feeling the King once more - not all of them happy memories. She did remember that he had visited once or twice during Scar's reign, even if he had not felt all that comfortable with the hyena-loving regent. He preferred the company of Mufasa, by far.

"Has it been that long, really? Time does fly." The big lion sat down next to her in the grass and watched her seat herself as well.

"It is likely you do not even know the names of my recent cubs. Communications have been.. inadequate, at best. I've had my own quarrels to deal with as well. At least I could stop watching my back in the direction of the Pridelands after Kovu and Kiara saved the day, hm?" The King looked down to see Sarabi gazing towards the circle of young lions chatting and laughing in the distance. It was clear she was not in the mood for any pride politics tonight, and Tungora cleared his throat.

"Yes, well. It warms my heart to see you again."

"You too, Tungy. It's been much too long since I felt your fur." Sarabi sighed softly and leaned into a hug with one foreleg around the King's neck. Tungora chuckled with a low rumble and wrapped a broad foreleg around the lioness to hold her close. He could not help but smile when he started to feel small lovenips around his shoulder.

His large paw stroked down her back, following the curve of her spine and the pawtoes played delicately around the bony protrusion as they flattened her fur a little.

"I remember the good old days... and the times when I shared you with Mufasa." The grey King kept his voice low.

Sarabi gave a little twitch and inhaled sharply at that memory, already feeling her belly grow warmer inside. Just sitting next to this great majestic lion and touching his fur was enough to make her heart beat faster, but his remark was just pure fuel on the fire for her.

The big paw lifted off her again once it reached her rear and he replaced it at shoulder-height to repeat the motion, only this time he let his claws slip out just a bit to make fluffed lines in the female's backfur.

"I remember you insisted we both came at least once in.. every place you had to offer."

Sarabi gasped at the touch of claws extending from Tungora's paw and scritching slowly down her back.

"So the only question is... where do I start?" The grey one leaned in and his whisper made her quiver just as his paw rounded her rump and began to knead it firmly. Deftly he slipped a single pawtoe underneath her tailbase.

"Tail..?" The thick pawtoe pushed inside the lioness' tight tailhole, spreading it and feeling the warmth inside her as it dug in to the root.

"Or puss--" The big lion paused halfway through his withdrawal and then replaced the pawtoe in the lioness' rear again. "No.. you want it in the tail, don't you?"

Tungora smirked broadly and saw Sarabi lick her lips, trembling with anticipation as the big paw retreated.

"Y-Yes.."

"Mmm, of course you do. Mufasa used to love when I visited. It was the rare time when you would let him take you under the tail." Tungora half-reminisced and half talked dirty to the lioness, and so far her aroused scent was only getting stronger by the moment.

"That is, until you learned how great it was and became an insatiable little tailslut." The male provoked her, grinning and pulling himself away from her embrace so he could see her sit there in front of him, blushing bright red. Oh yes, she remembered too.

"Mufasa told me that for Moons you refused to take it anywhere else. You just *had* to have his big liondick in the wrong hole every time. Wasn't till you came into heat again.." Her red color was starting to amuse the big lion greatly.

"And I remember you used to love it when I told you that you were hung like an elephant." Sarabi tried to counter back. It did not embarrass the male in the same way, but it did distract him from the current topic when he broke into a rolling laughter.

"Ohhhh yes, I'd forgotten about that." Tungora grinned and rose to his feet as if to accentuate the mass of his equipment by letting the thick sheath dangle freely, along with the red spear that was rapidly pushing out of it. Apparently he was not the only one who could conjure up images of arousing memories. He moved up behind Sarabi quickly and bumped his muzzle against the back of her neck to make her bend over so he could mount her fully.

"Don't you think it's about time for your old elephantine lover to give you a hard tailfuck, and then pull out his 'trunk' at the end so he can shower your back?"

The bump against her back and the high-pitched snickering of lionesses in the distance seemed to snap Sarabi out of her little fantasy world for a moment. She stepped forward quickly before the male could get on top of her.

"Not here!" She snapped at him with a hushed voice.

Looking back at the circle of younger lions having fun, it was clear that no one was paying attention to the two of them at all, but actually starting to mate right in front of the crowd just might change that.

"Why not? No one is watching us."

"They might."

"I seem to recall you liked an audience." Tungora grinned widely and stepped closer to the lioness again.

"That was only Sarafina." The lioness replied in a subdued tone.

"Ahh yes. You liked having your sister watch while two lions took you. Then we gave her the same treatment while you lay in a pool of our cum, panting for breath." The Lion King got really close, nipping playfully at the female's left ear when he leaned over her again. She was not getting away that easily.

"You liked watching her get her turn too." He added with a hint of playful malice in his tone.

"Ohhh, Tungy." Sarabi breathed hotly and felt his paw on her rear again, seeking out sensitive places that made her blush. It was almost as if he had never left. Despite the years of broken communication between them, they fell right back into the roles they had had back when Mufasa was still King.

"Maybe we should bring your sister? Would you like to watch me cum in her too?"

Sarabi looked over at the crowd with a longing expression, singling out the laughter of Sarafina amidst all the others. She was right there, but it would be difficult to get her away from all the others without drawing attention to herself. Sarafina would have to wait.

"I know a private place." Sarabi stepped past him and off in the direction of the forest. Just as her rear cleared his muzzle, he dipped his head down and grabbed the end of her tail in his maw to hold on to it while he followed behind, just like elephants in a flock did.

Sarabi looked back and laughed as she saw Tungora grinning from ear to ear, waiting for her lead. Despite the aroused lion's slight difficulties with walking, the pair managed to slip away unnoticed for a quick romp in the bushes.

*****

The sun rose high in the sky at the coming of noon. Most of the lionesses had settled down and the initial rush of getting acquainted with visiting lions and foreign smells had subsided. Quite logically, most of the lionesses were interested in Ratir and he had gathered a big circle of them as his audience near the waterhole as he recited tales from foreign lands. The lionesses were mostly interested in what Tungora's pride was like and what it looked like where he lived, so it was easy enough to keep them all entertained.

Kovu snuck away from the group eventually and went in search of the others, the missing King especially, several of the lionesses had asked where he was and why he was not listening to all these magnificent stories as well. Simba was not in the cave, or anywhere near Pride Rock that he could find. He did find some of the Outlanders hanging out around the back of the Rock.

The Prince had to track a scent trail all the way down to the southern grove to find Simba. He was leaning up against a hill, lying on his back, and with one lioness on either side of him, hugged close with one foreleg each.

"There you are Simba. The others are asking for you." Kovu stepped close so he could get a better look at the two sylphic lionesses wriggling next to the big male.

"Ahem. Not now. Twins, Kovu..." Simba said with a wide grin.

The liongirls turned their heads around to look at Kovu and both giggled at the same time. They did look completely identical. The two pleasantly cream-colored adolescent lionesses were even younger than himself and Kiara. Kovu smirked as it would seem Simba had arranged a little time away from everyone else to acquaint himself with the foreign visitors. There was little doubt that Tungora had brought them for him to play with.

"I can't even tell the difference." Simba's paws holding them around their lower backs slipped down to squeeze their rumps and the lion grinned broadly.

"But it's easy! I'm Tawaa, she's Bekele." The left lioness giggled merrily.

"Of course you are, girls. Now kiss me again."

Kovu licked his muzzle when the two sisters squirmed on top of the golden lion, both of them sticking their tongue in his muzzle so the bigger lion could kiss them both at the same time. He watched the lion shamelessly getting an erection right in front of him while the two liongirls wriggled against his sides.

Simba eventually turned his head to keep kissing one of them and he put his paw on the head of the other one, guiding her all the way down over his tummy until she hovered over his groin.

"I'll just be.. err.. by the waterhole." Kovu turned slowly and started to leave the place before he got too caught up in the scene. He was sure the King wanted the two lionesses to himself; at least the first time.

"Mmm-hmm." Simba purred without looking away and felt Tawaa start to lick his bulging sheath. He slipped his other paw down between Bekele and himself, brushing across her lush tummyfur until he could trace the outline of her sex with a pawtoe. Walking away, Kovu managed to hear a familiar little squeal of happiness from Bekele when that pawtoe pushed into her folds.

"Oooh yeah.." Simba drew his head back and licked his muzzle, opening his eyes just in time to see Kovu disappear into the tall grass. He smiled to himself and looked back at the young Bekele who was quite distracted by his groping paw.

"You're a bit too tight there." His pawtoe wiggled around in an attempt to dig deeper into the sweet vernal flesh of the lioness.

"We'll need to loosen you up before I can give you something nice and big." The lion winked and made the young liongirl giggle and blush. Her sister was hard at work suckling on the erect lionmeat twitching in her maw and giving off generous amounts of precum already. It had been a long time since Simba had found himself amidst such succulent young flesh. Not since Kiara was this age, at least, and he did enjoy their evident naiveté and inexperience with all this. It gave them an air of freshness and untamed potential.

"RRr! Careful with your teeth, sweetie." Simba winced and pressed his claws down in the back of Tawaa's head a little.

Bekele moaned and lifted her tail up when she felt the large pawtoe start to slip in and out of her slit, squeezing its way through and making her moisten quickly with her own juices. She lifted her hindleg up high to look down at what was happening and watch how the thick pawdigit slipped so easily into her sex.

Simba licked over the back of her ears when she bowed her head down and he increased his efforts, just to give her a nice show. Bekele began grinding herself against the motion, a bit too exaggerated for Simba's tastes, but he would teach them both soon. In a few days they would be fulfilling his every fantasy.

"That's it girl, hump my paw." He cooed encouragingly, his own breathing speeding up as Tawaa was starting to get the hang of it as well. There was no doubt she had done this before, but she still needed the help of the male's paw to pace herself properly.

Bekele was losing herself in the motion, her breathing turning to little yipping gasps as she sped up and out of control within a minute. Fortunately the experienced lion knew how to move along with her and he kept pawfucking her relentlessly.

"Don't fight it, just let it go." He mrowled to her in a deep tone while rubbing his face against hers, savoring her heated breaths of desperation to the very point where she cracked and came hard over Simba's paw. The lion groaned and bit at her cheekfur and the side of her neck, whatever he could reach while she rode his paw and splurted the sticky, fragrant juices out into it. Her sister paused to watch right next to her, but she felt the heavy paw push her down to make her concentrate on what she was doing again.

"There's a good girl." Simba could easily handle them both at the same time, and he kept stimulating the whimperingly happy lioness as her fluids dripped down between his pawtoes and onto his own belly.

"So what do you say after a male lets you come in his paw?" The King asked in a teasing voice.

"Thank you, sir." Bekele bowed her head a little and grinned, a healthy red blush filling her cheeks.

"Correct. Now let's see if your sister can do what she's supposed to do as well." He grinned and nipped at Bekele's neckfur when she bowed her head to watch.

Tawaa felt the dual sets of eyes upon her and she sped up, her cheeks already bulging widely with the thick lionhood filling out her short feline muzzle. She did her best to suckle while moving up and down, but skipped a step once in a while whenever she tried to just do it automatically without thinking about it. The girl then had to focus on what she was doing in order to get all the movements of cheek, head, tongue, and lips properly in sync again. Not very well-trained yet, but Simba just loved her youthful clumsiness at this. It reminded him of his first lessons with Kiara when she was a cub.

He reached up with his soaked paw and put it in front of Bekele's nose, smearing her muzzletip a bit with it before she wrinkled her nose and looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

"Clean it." The male stated simply and smiled when the girl started licking his pawpads. He even spread out his pawtoes for her so she could clean in-between them as well. It did not take long before she was smearing her cheeks on the big paw and suckling away at each toe in turn to get it clean.

"Mmm, you learn pretty fast." He praised her and looked down at Tawaa who was panting and getting sweaty and exhausted by now. Clearly she was used to doing this with younger, hornier lions who did not last as long as an experienced King, and her frustration was evident.

"Although I bet you're more used to licking your sister's juices rather than your own?" Simba grinned and could tell by the blink of surprise and the shy blush that he was right about that.

"Why don't you go rub your pussy against my hindpaw?" The aroused male suggested and felt that he was losing his own breath now, the pleasure was building up by the relentless little lionmuzzle clamped around his cock.

Bekele stepped forward, lifted her tail up high and then backed up until she could feel the lion's big hindpaw press against her pert little rump. She gave a giggle when the large pawtoes flexed and then pushed a single digit inside her already well-lubricated sex to tease her some more.

Simba groaned at the sensation of a tight pussy around his hindpaw and just let the other toes knead the soft rear of the female while his loins were set ablaze. With a snarl of warning he bucked his hips into Tawaa's nursing maw and fired a thick shot of lionsperm down her throat, following by another and another until the sticky seed gushed out the sides of her little muzzle.

The ruckus made his damp hindpaw pull away and Bekele turned around just in time to watch her sister choke on the orgasm of the Lion King. She giggled and immediately stuck her head closer to lick away some of the white stuff spouting from the other lioness' muzzle. Tawaa struggled against the big paw holding her head down, but eventually managed to yank her flooded muzzle away with a gasp. A jet of white leaped into the air from the now fully exposed lionhood and Simba felt a few splatters against his bellyfur before his other paw could scramble up to Bekele's neck and push her down to take over.

The little lioness eagerly resumed where her sister had let off and she took the rest of Simba's load in her muzzle, suckling eagerly at the repeated sprays that the big, wet thing on her tongue gave off. She only felt the paw on her head slip away once the flow had ebbed off and mere dribbles dappled her tongue.

Both liongirls sat up and started grooming each others' faces clean, and much to Simba's afterglowy delight this soon deteriorated into both of them licking the King's cum out of the others' muzzle and competing to steal most of it from the other female while trying not to giggle too much.

Simba watched the two adolescents play around and he reached down to rub the underside of his own cock, still finding it hard as a rock. Getting off in the pretty girl's muzzle had apparently not quenched his appetite in the least.

"No need to fight, girls. There's a little more left." He called out to them with a grin. Bekele pushed her sister away and leaped at the opportunity ravenously. Her lips enclosed the barbed tip of the male and Simba grabbed his rigid rod near the base, pulling his paw up and squeezing out a good mouthful for the female to gulp down.

"Mmmmmr, don't swallow." He whispered to her and winked. When his paw bumped her lips she sealed them and pulled away again with the last of the milky treasure.

Simba rolled to his feet easily and Tawaa barely got a word in before his muzzle pressed against hers in a fiery kiss with lots of tongue. She melted in his paws and parted her maw for that big, slobbery organ to taste the backsides of her sharp teeth.

A paw grazed her tummy, pressing a little harder against each firm teat it found on the way. Just when she was getting into it, Simba pushed hard with his paw and flipped her down on her back in the grass with a grin. The lioness lay giggling with her hindlegs spread wide and a big lionpaw pinning her down when Simba turned to her sister.

"Fill her." He winked and motioned the other lioness closer.

Tawaa was not sure what was going on until she felt the warm lips of her sister press against her pussy. She laughed and squirmed at the sensation, only held down by the paw on her stomach. A thick, familiar tongue forced its way through her adolescent slit to spread her out first before she felt a sudden rush of fluid as Bekele spewed a muzzleful of lioncum into her sister's sex.

Not wasting any time, Simba was quick to move up behind Bekele and mount her, two legs on either side as he slid up her back and into position.

"Tell me how your daddy usually takes you." The King licked his lips in anticipation of some juicy details as lust consumed his soul and made him push forward, connecting his maleness directly in the female's wet and warmed-up cunny that he had his paw in not too long ago.

"Tungy doesn't mate with us." Tawaa chimed in helpfully while Bekele broke the pussykiss with a sharp inhale and lifted her head up, still connected to her sister through a few slimy threads of goop from her lips.

"He's too big."

"Only our brothers play with us." Bekele groaned and licked her lips clean, about to add that Simba undoubtedly dwarfed them all.

"They usually take turns." The lioness lying on her back interrupted with a giggle and brushed the inside of her left hindleg against her sister's chin while Simba gave her a good mating.

"We've gotten very popular ever since this spring." Bekele grinned and kneaded her forepaws into the grass beside the other female's hips to brace herself better against the deep thrusts she was taking from behind. Despite their young age, the male certainly was not holding himself back in any way.

"Ever since daddy told us how to give muzzlejobs on his boys." The other one added.

"That'd do the trick." Simba purrchuckled with a low sound.

Tawaa spread her hindlegs out again and looked up at the two, her deep beautiful eyes fixed on the Lion King's just as she licked her lips seductively. She looked so hungry for more.

Even with a tight young sex clutching his cock and a lioness against his belly who was gasping for breath in her ardent road to orgasm, Simba shivered at the thought of that inexperienced, yet eager tongue around him again. He pulled himself back and off the moaning female, pushing her aside when he assumed a position over Tawaa with his dripping member right above her nose and his head between her hindlegs.

"I'm not done with you." He grinned at Bekele and managed to make her smile back, despite having been abandoned so suddenly in the middle of something. Fortunately for him she was a patient soul.

The male squatted down and Tawaa took the thick, royal flesh in her muzzle without question, instantly bobbing her head and sucking him off. Her own sister's juices were the most pronounced taste, the male's own preseed had only just started flowing.

Simba planted a few tender rasps of his tongue over her slit before pushing it into her and getting overwhelmed by the taste of himself in there. White seed gushed out of the snug little lionsex to accommodate the broad tongue pushing in to replace it and Tawaa gave a brief shiver just as the warm fluid started streaming down over her rump and tailhole, making it nice and drenched. One of Simba's pawtoes were quick to follow and he wiggled it around, forcing some of his slippery sperm into the female's rear and making the poor girl squirm at the unfamiliar sensation.

"Mmmm, my little lioness enjoys that, doesn't she?" He withdrew his tongue with a smirk and twisted his pawtoe around, finally forcing her to slip his hanging liondick from her maw and moan loudly at having her tailhole played with.

"I bet she'd love to be fucked in there by a big lion."

"Our brothers never do that," Bekele said in a puzzled tone of voice, looking oddly at the male.

"About time you tried it, then. As guests of my realm it's only fitting that you take it the way all my lionesses do." Simba licked his muzzle in a show of hunger that would not be sated by any amount of meat. He spun around and came belly to belly with the smaller lioness so he could watch her facial expressions at the moment where his saliva-coated lionhood penetrated her rear. In one swift movement of his hips, the Lion King claimed for himself the virginity of the young liongirl's tailhole and there was no clemency in the impatient barrage of thrusts that followed.

"Simba!" She cried out with her muzzle agape.

"Ooo! Oh, that's good!" He panted and hung his head down just above hers, picking up speed as his fat lionmeat pushed through the poor girl's ass with obsessive haste.

"MMMn, tell me I'm in the wrong hole." The male grunted and opened his eyes to look into her own panicked pair.

"You're in the wrong hole!" It was hardly a statement he had to drag out of her in any manner, but each defiant twist of her body beneath him made him squirt more precum from his tip.

"Mm-yes.. yessss.... tell me no lion is supposed to fuck you there."

"Simba, what're you--"

"SAY IT!" He *snarled!* with a vengeance, teeth bared in warning.

"No lion's supposed to hump in my tail!" The lioness cried out in surprise and alarm at the sudden change of mood.

Bekele was standing next to them watching the whole thing with great curiousity, and she snickered at the shocked expression on her sister's face as well as the blissful look on the horny male.

"Yes..! Yeeeees.. that's it, clench down hard. Refuse the big lion inside you."

Tawaa gasped for breath, surges of a strange mixture of pain and pleasure jolting up her spine and forcing a tear from her eye as the male so exhaustively asserted his dominance.

"You feel my barbs, young liongirl?" He drooled with lust down over her face like a sex-starved adolescent finally getting laid for the first time.

"YES!" Tawaa yelled and winced at another rough thrust as they came quicker now.

"Squeeze! Don't let them into your rump."

The thrusts grew swift and short as he dashed towards his goal in sight. Popping the ass-cherry of a confused and inexperienced adolescent was just too much for his pleasured mind to resist. Stuff like this seemed to completely bypass the sexual stamina he had built up over the years.

"Nnnnh! Try not to bite my tongue when I cum." Simba growled and pressed his muzzle against hers in a forceful kiss, shoving his tongue down her mouth to muffle her cries as he started to unload in her constricting tailhole.

Bekele watched her sister go wide-eyed in surprise and squirm helplessly under the onslaught of the great King as he started to fill her ass with his cum. Her toes curled at the mere sight of the fierce and perverted feline mating, and she could hardly wait her turn.

*****

Sarabi rolled over on her side, her breathing labored to say the least.

"Oooh, by the gods!" She groaned breathlessly, still hoarse from her roar of passion a moment ago, which was still ringing in her ears.

Tungora rolled onto his side as well to face her and felt a profound, calming sensation making his body numb. His hindquarters were still twitching and he felt the phantom sensation of still thrusting rapidly as he had done the past several minutes.

"Tight as always, my dear." He rumbled deeply and licked the beads of sweat off his cheekfur, admiring the white splattered pattern he had just made up the lioness' back before she rolled over enough to hide it away. He reached a paw over her to her back and planted it in the layer of goo, smearing it into her fur with big circular motions. Sarabi was too distracted to resist by the agonizing pleasure still soaring through her, as well as her sore tailring that pulsed with her heartbeat.

"Yeah well, I don't get so much action anymore." She managed to get out through her grinning teeth.

"You should come back with me. I've been looking for a Queen for some time." Tungora replied calmly, quick to catch his breath this time.

"And leave my pride, my friends, and my family?" Sarabi smirked at him and ducked her head down so she could see his face better under the large foreleg that was reaching over her shoulder to rub her back.

"You'd be in good company. My pride has lots of young lions who would be interested in you. Paradise for a little tailslut like you." The massive male winked at her.

The big grey paw brushed down her flank and grabbed her upper hindleg. She smiled and licked her nose when it was lifted up and she kept her balance by putting a forepaw on the ground in front of her to lean her weight forward. Sarabi had no problem baring her untouched sex to her lover and let him gaze with satisfaction upon the rim of cum that circled her tailhole, as well as the white shape on her rump. A small sound escaped her lips when Tungora pushed a pawtoe up into her used little tailhole and wormed around, getting itself all wet and soppy with cum before it moved up to her muzzle to be licked clean.

"So naughty..." Tungora sighed softly when the lioness' tongue curled around his pawtoe and she took it between her lips. The female put on a show for him by suckling exaggeratedly and swirling her tongue so that after a while he could finally withdraw a sparkling clean toe. He felt Sarabi's paw reach over and into his fluffy mane, seeking back to his neck where it dug its claws in a bit.

"Your turn."

Tungora chuckled and followed the lead of the paw, bending down all the way until his muzzle was between the female's hindlegs. His wide mane pushed her legs aside and he closed his eyes with his lips parted slightly just before he kissed her soft folds.

Sarabi gave a labored sigh in the next moment and felt that broad, coarse tongue cleave her slit and push inside ever-so gently. It was not quite what she had planned, but she was certainly not going to complain. The two had a long history together and Tungora knew exactly where to put his tongue to make her heart beat rapidly and her insides blaze with desire. Little wet sounds accompanied the way he started lapping at her sex.

A drawn-out moan caressed the lion's ears like soft velvet and made him smile as his sharply textured tongue lovingly grated over the delicate nub of the female. He knew what she had intended, but in his later years he was not so fond of tasting his own seed. That was what all those other lions were for, after all. Why keep a whole pride of females to please you if you are going to go back to how things were when you were alone and wandering the savanna as an adolescent?

"Mmmm, tastiest liontwat in all the Pridelands." He winked up at her, making the female giggle and even blush a little on the insides of her pink ears.

"Even better than my sister?" The lioness challenged him playfully.

"Sarafina might be a close second.. not to mention Nala and Kiara. You've all got something in your scents that make my whiskers shiver." The big lion moved his head back to lie next to his beauty, and he then licked the clear juices off his muzzletip.

"Tell me, how many sons do you actually have?" Sarabi closed her hindlegs again as if to seal in the warmth that had spread through her lower belly now.

"Oh dear, I lost count of that seasons ago. I have to chase them off once they reach a certain size, you realize." Tungora grinned, "Except for my heir, naturally. He has started to take over more of my royal duties as of late... but, living in the pride right now? I'd say about a dozen."

"Mmm-hmm, fruitful lion loin." Sarabi poked playfully at his full sheath.

"You could be fruitful again as well, my dear Sarabi." His tone turned lower and more serious.

She looked up in a slightly startled manner, looking for a hint of playfulness in his voice or his expression that would indicate he was just kidding, but all she found was the caring gaze of an old, grey lion. The thought had not really occurred to her lately. It had been a long time since she had come to terms with her fate and given up on that idea entirely. Considering the males in her pride.

"You mean... cubs?" She asked with uncertainty, trying to somehow hold back the emotions and painful memories that accompanied his suggestion.

"Certainly. You look like you could bear another healthy litter. I'm sure it's not going to happen here with just your son and his daughter's mate around. Have you thought about having cubs again?" Tungora tilted his head slightly to the side, his expression remaining serious, but he had that charisma about him that always made him seem like he genuine cared. There was no way she could refuse to talk about this, or tell him to mind his own business as she would have had he been anyone else.

"I.. it's been a long time. I don't know if I could handle it."

"Nonsense. I've got a whole pride of cubsitters who can help you with everything. We do it quite a lot back home, remember?" The Grey One grinned at her with a twinkle in his eye.

"I don't think now is a good time, I've got.. stuff to think about." Sarabi put a paw on his cheek and brushed it gently over his whiskers.

"Will you at least think about it? I would love to take you back with me. Even if just for a visit."

His low rumbling purr never ceased to amuse the lioness. Maybe it was the way the vibrations made her tummy tickle on the inside.

"Alright, maybe just for a visit." She smiled, well-aware that it would take days for her just to get to his pride. This was a journey, not just a quick sleepover.

"Good. Now enough talk. I think it's time for the sweet lioness to suck an elephantdick." Large paws lay on the back of her head and the King rolled over on his back with his hindlegs brazenly spread out.

Sarabi chuckled and stepped closer with the big paw guiding her to her target. The musky scent rose a notch as his red tip pushed free of its warm sleeve and into the lion's bellyfur in aroused anticipation.

"You want me to swallow it all?" Sarabi dipped her head down to kiss the emerging cocktip with her tongue.

"If you can. I'd love to watch you drink a full load. Otherwise just pull away and let me paint your face." The lion's whiskers perked up at the prospect of feeling that warm muzzle around him once more. He had been aching for that sensation ever since he saw her again earlier today.

And the girl did not disappoint. She slipped his stiff member into her muzzle and started to deepthroat him, just pushing forward and farther down the whole time while angling her head right for him. There was something magical about her. He had a whole pride of lionesses that did this for him every day well enough to get him off, but Sarabi's muzzle just made him feel like he had been touched by the gods.

"Yesssss, Sarabi." He hissed and squinted his eyes as he gazed down over his belly at her. So turned on was he by watching Mufasa's most prized possession suck him thirstily that he was squirting precum already. The slippery insides of her cheeks felt tight against the sides of his shaft and that tongue of hers was just uncontrollably and unpredictably wrapping itself around his barbs.

"If you're a good little cumguzzler, maybe I'll let you have another load in your tail too." Tungora saw her eyes lift up to focus on his, a bright light behind them betraying her excitement. He had always envied his old golden friend this flexible, lithe goddess. And now he found her within his grasp to have and to please. Maybe. If all went as planned.

"Would you like that, Sarabi? Another thick wad of elephantsperm up your sloppy little ass?" The grey King loved their little roleplays where he was always some powerful, virile species. The lioness scraped her teeth so feathery light across his barbs that he felt an involuntary swell of saliva in his maw much like when looking at a newly downed prey, ripe for the taking. Only, his hunger now was of a different nature.

"Oooooo yes, of course you would like that. This time*MMmmm!* ..m-maybe I'll pull out and spray your underbelly and hindlegs."

It was not just a one-track muzzle pleasuring either - the old girl knew how to put on a show with her whole body. She kept her head low so he could see behind it and stood up on her hindpaws with her tail lifted high, presenting the supple curves of her rump with a gentle sway. The limber shape of the lioness and the way her body accentuated each bobbing motion of her head made her so desirable it almost made the male's brain dissolve.

His fascination with her skill at this remained strong, however. Each time she went down on him, the movement propagated backwards through the rest of her as a gracefully fluent wave that rippled throughout her body and made her bob and waver in constant, elegant motion. She was so into bestowing upon him the selfish, one-way pleasure to be had from being muzzled and he absolutely loved her for it. At this perfect moment in time he had her where she belonged: Throat full of his barbed lioncock and working her tongue over him expertly in the hopes that she would be allowed to swallow his thick cubmaking sperm.

"Yeeeeah... I think with your face painted too you'll be a right little cum-soaked lioness." Tungora's attention was drawn to the white pattern on the female's back - the wet mark he had left earlier and even smeared around a bit too.

"You'll be a perfect Tungy buffet for your pridesisters to lick clean while they talk about what a stud I am." Tungora smirked at the blush of red going across the lioness' cheeks at that remark.

*****

Simba gave an annoyed sort of snort as his slumber was disturbed. He opened an eye to gaze into the face of.. either Tawaa or Bekele, it was so hard to tell the difference between the twins.

A bit more consciousness returned to the lion's body and he smiled softly. The lioness sleeping hugged up against his front was Bekele, he recognized the patch of lioncum on her right ear. At that moment, a startled twitch went up his spine and he snapped his head down to see Tawaa between his hindlegs, slipping her muzzle up and down over his proudly stiff member. So *that* was what had awoken him again...

All three of them had curled up to relax and fallen asleep after Simba had mated them both and afterwards introduced the girls to the pleasures of anal sex with a fully grown Lion King. Apparently Tawaa thought naptime was over now.

"Mmm, keep that up and you might get another meal." He rumbled and licked over Bekele's face while addressing Tawaa, making her *mrf* and blink her eyes awake again. She looked at the smiling lion, then down at the movements between her hindlegs to see her sister having squeezed in between her and the male.

Simba closed his eyes and let the sensation of warm, slick lips brushing over his maleness fill his mind, right until Tawaa moved away and stood up on all four paws, shaking herself off. She apparently had no intention of finishing the job, she just wanted to wake him up.

"Or maybe I should take you in the rump again?" Simba watched her circle around the two of them and lean down to whisper something in Bekele's ear that he did not catch.

"I don't think I could handle another round of that." Tawaa grinned back as her sister got up on her feet as well, leaving the male lying alone in the grass on his side.

"You're still walking. I think you could." The King leered and licked his lips. He was about to ask what they were up to when the answer presented itself.

Tawaa lay down on her back in the grass and Bekele got on top of her, straddling her hips and squatting down until she was sitting on her. Their tails coiled around each other like lovesick snakes and with Bekele's paws on the shoulders of her sister for leverage, they started grinding their pussies together with long, slow movements. This looked very well-practiced, and unbeknown to Simba they had in fact been putting on this show quite a few times a day for Tungora and Ratir while walking all the way here to the Pridelands.

Simba watched the two females get all hot and bothered enjoying each other and he watched for a while, waiting until he had a full erection himself before he got onto his paws. Stepping up behind the two naughty liongirls, he put his paw on Bekele's back and pushed her down gently but firmly until the two lionesses were belly against belly. The female on top lifted her tail up high in preparation and locked muzzles with Tawaa on the bottom in a kiss as Simba moved up to mount them from behind. It helped disguise her cry a little when the male plunged his sizable cock into her sex and started humping deep and quick.

Bekele had barely gotten into a good rhythm with the male before he suddenly pulled out of her completely and made Tawaa on the bottom go wide-eyed and *mrewf* when she suddenly received the feverished mating of the lion. It was easy for the bigger male to lean up over their heads and watch the twins continue to make out even as he paused, pulled out and inserted himself into the other female.

Simba kept making them squeal and giggle alternately as he switched between them effortlessly.

"Oh yeah, I love your taut little pussies." He panted down and took Tawaa on the bottom again with his slippery shaft all covered in their lubricating juices by now. The male noticed that the girls would start rubbing their slits together passionately every time he pulled out and let them alone for a moment. They were just as eager to please each other as they were him.

His little game of switching from female to female culminated in an unexpected finish when he finally sheathed himself deep in Bekele's ass without warning. The lioness gasped and broke the kiss by yanking her head back, droplets of their combined saliva flying away. Her broken cry was music to the lion's ears and it only encouraged him to ram it deeper down her constricting back passage. The girls were nothing if not fast learners, so Bekele immediately shouted out, "Y-You missed, Simba! It.. It feels all wrong!"

She sounded so genuinely innocent that Simba's brain nearly had a meltdown right then. After having sampled them both there was no doubt in his mind that she was a natural at good, rough tail action. Tawaa was more hesitant, but even she knew how to enjoy her sister's moans. Not to mention that they could freely grind their cunnies together now that Simba took her under the tail instead.

"MMMmmr-yes.. keep talking, sweetie." His tone of voice was almost pleading.

"You can't make cubs in that place!" Bekele took each deep stroke of the massive meat in her rear with a strained cry. Since this was her first encounter with anal sex she was able to enjoy it, mostly because she had no idea how sore she was going to be in the morning.

"Who said anything about cubs? I just want to-- *grrrRr* ..empty my balls."

"B-But you can do that in my muzzle."

"Yeah, but you're so hot here. Ooo, and so tight. I love to feel your furry rear bounce between my hindlegs." Simba bit into her neckscruff, a sense of urgency entering his powerful thrusts.

"I've never had such a big lion under my tail before!"

"Push back." He commanded, only ramming her harder and deeper when the lioness tried to stick her rump back farther in-between each of his wild plunges forward. Tawaa on the bottom felt their slippery groins slide rapidly against each other and was getting close to adding a lot more to the mess.

"Beg for me to assfuck you, little female." The King growled around the neckfur between his teeth.

"More, Simba! Please take me.. shoot your slimy cubcream in my tail.. make my sister lick it out." Bekele called out while raising her head as much as possible in her pinned position.

"GrrRRRR! H-Here it comes!" Simba gave a thunderous roar and shuddered greatly as his seed began spewing from his cock. He was quick to pull out his barbed pole and ended up soaking both lionessrumps in his gooey stuff.

He heard one lioness groan and the other giggle just before his universe exploded in a heavenly white light.