Daddy Knows Best
Simba: And stay away from the Outlands.
Zazu: Nothing there but a bunch of backstabbing, murderous Outsiders!
Simba: Zazu's right ... you can't turn your back on them.
Kiara: Really? How come?
Simba: Mmm ... never mind. Just run along now.
Kiara: But Dad, I-
Simba: You'll understand someday. Go on.
Little does Kiara know that she is about to "understand" a lot sooner and clearer than ever intended ...
The afternoon wore on, seemingly endless - and it was most unfortunate, as all that anyone wanted was for the sun to dismiss itself from its fiery, airborne throne. But no matter how thick the heat and haze became, no matter how suffocating and parched everything was, it did not relent. Since the first tips of light had fanned out on the horizon, the deep red glowing like embers and the purple deceivingly stormy, the swelter had been unbearable.
For one individual, the heat had been exclusively more intolerable, if that was possible; his pelt was a dark, rich shade of brown, and so he attracted the intensity of the temperature like a hog on the spit roast. He certainly felt like one, the skin beneath his coat roasting for all he knew. He was quite aware that the logical defense of seeking shade would yield good results, but this wasn't an option in his best interests. The scarce shelter that could be found beneath trees was poor, as the branches held no foilage, and the trunks would be accommodated as it was by now, anyway. Aside that, the only other shelter was to be found in the caves and dens, but they too would be heavily guarded. So, he was forced to endure the onslaught head-on.
Kovu shifted restlessly, rolling over to lounge on the side of his body that had just received the most recent baking. Exposing only half of his body to the sun at a time was better than presenting the whole thing. Despite the irritance portrayed in his twitching tail and flattened ears, he was a magnificent sight - his maturing physique had taken on a lean and almost adolescent tone, his legs long, strong and limber, his crown finely chiseled and adorned with pleasently handsome features. Although he bore the distinct signs of youth in his ruffled mane and smooth pelt, it suited him. In the ferocious light of the sun, muscles taut with frustration, fur glistening with beaded sweat, he looked like some rebellious fallen angel.
"I'm bored," the lion cub whined imperiously. It was a peculiar thing to moan about, considering his current circumstances; it wasn't only the weather proving bad company, as his elder half-brother, Nuka, was ordered - as always - to "keep an eye on him". But annoying Nuka was one of Kovu's favourite past times, especially since it took no more than whinging at cleverly placed intervals. Better yet, his half-brother could never retaliate, (though he was obviously itching to) as their mother, Zira, would see to it that Nuka was most "suitably punished".
Being hand-picked (and known as "The Chosen One") by the late ruling lion, Scar, had its advantages, and Kovu relished in them, particularly because Nuka had in fact been Scar's son. This predictably bothered Nuka a lot more than it did Kovu, and the growing cub was secretly thankful that Scar had not been his father. He was reminded of his gratitude every time he clapped eyes on his half-brother.
As though on cue, Nuka scoffed, and his long, somewhat "baggy" features contorted hideously. His expressions all seemed to come down to the same ugly leer, but Kovu had enough experience with his pathetic quips to know that he was quite displeased.
"And I care, why?" the older lion retorted, throwing the Outland heir a glare of pure hatred. Ignoring the smug, satisfied smirk (satisfied, no doubt, as he'd succeeded in provoking Nuka) Kovu had chosen to respond with, he began gnawing at his grubby pelt, cursing the infestation of termites that tormented his skin.
"You're repulsive. Has anyone ever told you that?"
With the irritance of the termites, heat, and Kovu alike, Nuka seemed to lose any restraint he'd had.
"You nasty, insufferable little brat!" he snarled, abandoning his preening and rounding on Kovu, his stale breath magnified by the warm weather. "Get lost!"
Merely laughing, Kovu continued his jibes.
"No," he said simply, "I don't think I will."
"Don't try and kid me," Nuka cried incredulously. "You don't even want to be here! You've done nothing but moan. Go and find someone else to tail!"
"I don't think mother would like that ..."
"Get out of my sight!" he roared, his eyes popping slightly. "Since you're so bored and so keen to get away, let's see how "The Chosen One" fairs on his own for a while!"
"All right," grinning broadly, the lion cub stretched regally; he'd finally had enough of the heat, and had decided there and then that he'd go to the river. Filthy though it was, it would undoubtedly be cooler down there. Admittedly, it was closer to the Pridelands than he'd have liked, but that never posed much of a threat.
Nuka stalled, apparently taken aback by this sudden mellow.
"Fine!" he called stupidly after the cubs retreating back. "Just - just run off to Vitani, then, like I know you will!"
It amused Kovu, how most of the lions in the pride foolishly regarded him as naive and reckless, if not a cub of cowardice; they were, of course, mistaken. Although he was young and arrogant, he wasn't idiotic or brash. As he walked away from his half-brother, for example, he was already contently aware that their mother would see him scolded later ...
Claws unsheathed, the young Outland heir carefully picked his way down the narrow slope leading to the river. He could already smell the damp, repugnant stench, stronger than ever as the heat bubbled in the stewing mess. As he'd predicted, it was much cooler here, a slight shadow thrown down beneath the lip of a rock, which was the mouth into the Pridelands. His strides became more eager and confident as he approached the dry, cracked bank of the river.
Sighing, he lowered his muzzle and broke the surface of the water, drinking deeply. Tiny droplets clinged to the fur on his chin and dripped down to his chest, running like veins through the pale underside of his coat. When he was sufficiently refreshed, he smacked his lips approvingly and yawned, looking around for something to do. Apparently, he'd be just as bored out here, if not more because Nuka wasn't around to disturb. It was so inconvenient that today of all days, he was totally restless.
Then, without warning, and as though his subconscious thought was relieving itself from painful monotony, something collided with the side of his jaw, knocking him clear off of his paws. Snarling in surprise and inwardly cursing himself for being caught off guard, he jumped up, rounded on the offender, and found himself growling confrontationally at another cub.
This cub, however, differed from himself in several distinct ways: firstly and most prominently, this cub was female. She had to be around the same age as Kovu, for she was only marginally smaller, although her body gave the impression of being much younger. His bright green eyes observed this for a moment, lingering on her firm rump and pelt of sunkissed gold. Quickly recovering himself, he growled lowly, and took a dominant step towards her.
"Who are you, Pridelander?" he demanded, drawing himself up to his full height and glowering down at the intruder. Instead of cowering in fear and answering instantly, she crouched into a defensive stance, and began shifting quickly from side to side. Arching a brow, he took another step forwards, his posture still rigid and superior.
"What are you doing?" Kovu asked in a lazy drawl, fast losing interest in this silly lioness. She was more interesting than the bland scenery around him, however, so he allowed his attention to stay put.
"My father says to never turn your back on an Outsider!" she exclaimed, her amber eyes wide. She'd stopped hopping from side to side, and was now bowing down before him. Once more, his eyes drifted involuntarily to her raised rump. Before he could avert his gaze, he took a good look this time, his growl softening as his eyes raked over her adorable little body ...
"Does he now?" he inquired with a chuckle, as half-formed, wanton ideas began to take hold of him. "Did he tell you why?"
The lioness faltered and then stood properly, giving Kovu a better view of her flat stomach and ample chest. Then she sat back on her haunches, shaking her head and looking embarrassed.
"No," she admitted sadly, looking away. "He said I'd understand one day."
The warmth Kovu had felt invading his body all day was nothing like the one he could feel now, spreading wickedly to his loins. He barely contained a shiver of fervent anticipation as he looked at that precious muzzle of hers. His claws began to scrape excitedly at the earth, a dull flush creeping up his neck. They were both quite alone, this lioness quite unaware ...
Licking his lips, he took another step towards her.
"Do you want me to show you?"
"Show me?" for a moment, her features were creased with a frown. "What do you mean?"
"I can show you," Kovu repeated calmly. "You won't have to wait for your father to tell you why you shouldn't turn your back on an Outsider."
He smirked knowingly: she seemed so rambunctious and animate, yet at the same time, too venturous for her own good. Even as he watched her expression for signs of recognition or realisation in his motives, he could see curiosity getting the better of her. Maybe, if he was lucky, she'd even take the typical, foolhardy attitude that Pridelander's so often did, working up bravery just to prove themselves. Losing patience, he bit his lip, rubbing his hindlegs together, arousing a tumescent erection.
"What's your name?" he asked her quietly, sick of the silence and the growing desperation in his cock.
"Kiara," the lioness replied, a touch of pride in her voice, accompanied by a girlish giggle - that voice and that tinkling laugh, threatening to coax a groan of longing from his muzzle. "I'm King Simba's daughter."
Discarding this information with a light twitch from his tail, he edged forwards, and breathed into her ear; his member lengthened in pleasure as she gasped.
"Let me show you," Kovu pleaded in a whisper, nibbling her ear. "Or do you always do what daddy says?"
Apparently, he'd hit the spot. As he pulled back, he saw confusion change deftly to defiance on her pretty features.
"Of course I don't," she snapped.
That was a good enough answer for the lion. He purred in appreciation, and then began to pace around her, stalking a circle that became steadily tighter as he drew closer to her each time. To his delight, Kiara quivered, either excited or afraid. Kovu paused at her rump, growling throatily at the scent of her, his cock leaking pre.
"Wh-what are you doing?" she stammered, too stunned and disorientated to move, it seemed. "I didn't say that you could -"
But Kovu wasn't listening; his tongue was stroking at the sensitive fur between her flanks, goosing her skin as he nipped carefully with his teeth. He snarled in approval as she trembled, tried to lunge forwards, but merely stumbled and opened her hind legs wider for him. The last thing he wanted to do was lose her now, his whole body tingling with the need for her, the need to feel her warm and wet around him ... the young lion lurched, and found himself straddled over her back, one of his paws pinning her muzzle roughly to the ground. Kiara began to writhe beneath him, but Kovu simply let out a roar of sheer pleasure, her soft fur bristling along his shaft.
"Easy, Princess," he breathed, feeling her bucking between his firm flanks, sending thrills up his spine. He stretched out, taking the weight off of her and shifting back along her body, while he continued to hold her down by her muzzle. Kovu was panting now, his balls tightening, growls slipping in husky moans. Closing his eyes lazily, he shut his thighs around Kiara's hips, then released the paw from her muzzle - the male cub then dragged his claws along her shoulders and sides, teasing her opening with the head of his erection as he did so. She began to squeal, squeezing her eyes shut in horror and humiliation, yet she continued to thrash wildly in a vain bid for freedom. These wriggling motions didn't stall his intentions, but rather impassioned his fervor. Purring, the Outland heir began to tenderly massage her tense stomach with delicate touches from a pale paw - he was rewarded for his efforts as he lured a soft whimper from the Princess. Kovu didn't need anymore encouragement; rocking his hips, taunting himself just as much as Kiara, he let the tip of his tongue stroke intricate patterns across her rump until her legs shook, and she stopped resisting.
"I - I know what you're doing!" the lioness choked, finally having found her voice. "You can't do it, I won't let you!"
Kovu released a cruel laugh, his bright green eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Finally caught on, have you, Princess?" he hissed. "I'm sure daddy would have loved this opportunity himself ... but why would I stop now, for his sake?"
In a deft swipe, he'd removed his paw from her stomach, and had placed it at her pussy. Kiara squirmed at the sensation, and the Outland heir was delighted to feel the trickle of juices between her lips.
"Won't let me?" he sneered with a light chuckle. "You're enjoying this almost as much as I am, kitty."
His shaft was now dripping with pre, the unsheathed erection throbbing with the painful need for release. Kovu remained casual, however, and rolled his paw sensually against the lionesses slit. The fur between his claws was soon damp with her wetness as she groaned and bucked against his paw. Satisfied that she was now as ready as she'd ever be to learn why one should never turn their back against an Outsider, he licked his soaked pads clean, and clamped around her thighs. Sensing the inevitable, Kiara made another grope forwards, which just made her all the more vulnerable for Kovu; she was now down on her forepaws, her rump at the perfect height for his intrusion. Growling in inconceivable rapture, sweat beading at his lower stomach and shoulders, the Outland heir thrust forwards, too needy to ease his cock between her folds. The lioness let out a shrill cry as he pounded her tight little hole with hard pumps. Kovu's fur brushed up against her own as he increased his rhythm, his shaft picking up a beat that made her push back against him in time. The cubs breathed in ragged gasps; the male felt a rush of warmth spread from the base to the head of his lionmeat, and began to thrust so forcefully that Kiara was slipping forwards, despite her unsheathed claws nailed into the hard earth. She was so tight, so wet and warm, her firm little pussy squeezing ...
Throwing his head back, the Outland heir emit a colossal roar of mirth; his lean body shuddered as his balls tightened and sent hot floods of cum into the lionesses pussy. She cried out in indignant surprise, but hit her own climax hard and heavy, milking Kovu's cock as her legs folded beneath her and she slumped forward, twitching, sticky white rivers running down her rump.
Bathing in the glorious aftermath, the young male took several deep breaths before pulling himself off and out of the Princess; she didn't hesitate, and sprung to her feet as skillfully as she could, no doubt sore.
"Just you wait until my father hears of this!" she coughed, her legs threatening to collapse again. "You, you -"
"I'll be salivating in ancitipation," Kovu replied in a trademark drawl, the tip of his member still dripping. Not at all phased by her promise, he curled his lip in a dominant gesture. "Now leave. Unless you want me to call upon someone more authoritative? I'm not exactly spent, either ..."
Not daft enough to stand around exposed any longer, the lioness limped away.