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Simba had to find something to occupy his time with. On this day in particular, there was something special that would occur. The young adult lion was currently walking about the savanna, looking for something to make the time go by faster. He did some practice hunting but quickly became bored with running drills on fictional prey. Doing some walking brought the young adult lion to a watering hole. After taking a drink to quench his thirst, Simba took a seat underneath a large tree that provided shade from the hot Pride Lands' sun. Even while being in a position of comfort, the lion still felt antsy.

Simba's excitement was brought about by a tradition that he was previously unaware of. It had been a year since reaching his adulthood and that was about the time for a "rite of passage" that the lion had never heard of before. As he grew from a cub into his teen stage, his father had taught him much about being a strong and proud lion. Being next in line for the throne also brought about practices and lessons that none of the other lions or lionesses were allowed to participate in.

This ritual in particular had been kept for him because of its subject. When described to him by Mufasa, Simba understood why the details had been withheld from him up until now. The reason was because it involved a lion of higher standing establishing their dominance over the lesser one. And him being king meant that Mufasa would be soon mounting and mating his son. This surprised the future king at first but as the days had drawn closer, Simba became more and more excited about the event. And now the day was upon them. The only issue was that his father was still busy with the usual kingly affairs.

Being an adult, Simba understood what kept his father away but he was still young and was prone to impatience. As prince of the Pride Lands he was afforded the right to mate with anyone that gave him consent. He wasn't allowed to impregnate the lionesses, as that right would be afforded to him after the ritual. So when mating with them he had to be mindful of pulling himself free before reaching his limits.

While mating with them was pleasurable, Simba found the act of releasing his seed inside of someone all too satisfying. This led him to explore other males and he found his sexual desires completely fulfilled when with them. There were few lions in the pride and Simba had been with them already. Passerby rogues provided some excitement and his title allowed them entry in the Pride Lands for a short time only.

But of all the lions both in and out of the Pridelands, Simba had recently gained a fondness for his father. Knowing that they would soon be mating caused him to see the king in a whole new light. He began to notice just how handsome the older lion was, being the largest and strongest lions had ever seen. Not only had he taken more notice of his father's body but when the king would walk away, Simba couldn't help but take peaks at the bigger lion's backside. That tail would always be in the way but he was able to see just enough of Mufasa's loins.

He wondered if it was strange for him to want to see his father's privates unobscured or for him to be so okay with being mounted by him? The two of them had always been close but this would be something different entirely. So far he managed to keep his composure around Mufasa but that morning he had to actively avoid the older lion, keeping his morning erection from view. Even now he could feel his sheath stirring and his body trembled from the thought of them getting close in a way that father and son usually wouldn't.

Sitting right next to the watering hole, Simba was able to see other Pridelanders going about their day in the distance. Both other predator and prey species would stop to acknowledge the prince when stopping to take a drink. Simba had to again keep his slight arousal hidden from them. He addressed them in return, giving all of them his respect. The rules of the Pride Lands were clear on not hunting prey that were drinking from a watering hole. It was an unfair tactic and it was just common courtesy.

Even if he was away from the watering hole, Simba had to desire to hunt the various prey species that were passing by. His focus was only on the call of his father. Still being close to Pride Rock, he would be able to hear the older lion. If Zazu was sent, the hornbill would be able to find him both quickly and easily. But that had yet to happen. It was just after noon and the young lion's impatience was building more and more.

"Ah, if it isn't Simba," a familiar voice caught the prince's attention and he looked over to see none other than his uncle, Scar. The black maned lion strolled up to his nephew rather casually, stopping to take a drink from the cool water. "I expected you to be waiting for Mufasa."

"He's still busy..." Simba explained with a groan. "I've been waiting for the ritual to start since this morning."

"My, an eager one, aren't you?" Scar asked, chuckling as his nephew blushed.

"Have you gone through the ritual?" Simba asked, attempting to change the subject a bit.

"Mufasa was chosen as a better candidate as king so I was never mounted by our father," Scar said, not bothering to hide the details. "Not that I mind much. Father and I had never been on the best of terms."

Simba nodded in understanding. He had a relationship with his uncle as well. It was no secret that the older lion loathed his nephew at first but as the years went by, Mufasa would ask his brother to look after Simba when no one else was available. Scar only agreed after having some terms met. The golden lion still didn't know what his uncle gained from watching over him, but from then on Scar wasn't as harsh towards his nephew.

At first the dark furred lion was clearly forcing himself to tolerate the younger lion. Things changed when Scar was too tired to play and he offered to tell a story as well. Simba agreed and actually listened as his uncle told a story of a lion that was left behind, being left with so little while his beloved brother got so much. When the story was over, Simba expressed that he felt sorry for the lion in the story. He had been too young to realize that Scar was talking about himself but his words and touched the older lion.

Scar told more stories and Simba actually listened to him. When Mufasa came to collect his son the younger lion had been reluctant to leave. The king was surprised that Simba actually wanted to spend time with the lion that openly just tolerated him. But the look on Scar's face told that he was looking forward to seeing his son again. From there, Mufasa continued to bring his son to Scar's cavern and they were clearly growing closer as time went on.

Mufasa was often busy and as Simba grew older he didn't need someone to look over him as much. Being left to his own devices, the younger feline chose to seek out his uncle. Scar was touched by this and he would take Simba out to various parts of the Pride Lands, showing the prince things that Mufasa was often too busy to do. This led to them having a great bond; Scar practically being a second father to the prince.

Now he was well into adulthood and Scar was actually proud of the lion he had watched grow up. He was nearly a reflection of Mufasa but all the time spent with Scar made him curious and prone to asking questions. Being a culmination of both older royal lions, Simba was likely to be both a strong and intelligent ruler.

Scar had first elected to just sit down next to his nephew but discussing the rite of passage had got an idea in the older lion's head. Often he would take his brother's place when he was too busy. And it was clear that Mufasa was swamped with tasks on this day in particular. This led Scar to ponder, as he often did. He was familiar with many rules of the Pride Lands, as he wanted many of them to be updated or outright abolished in exchange for others.

This particular rite of passage was not exclusive to the Pride Lands. There were many rogue lion prides or established tribes that practiced this same thing. And the rules clearly stated that a lion of "higher standing" was to do the mounting. Smaller lion groups that had no kingdom would instead have the rogue leader or tribe leader perform the act on the younger lions that came of age. It was then that Scar realized that he was a lion of higher standing. Though not a king, his experience and age put him higher up than Simba.

From looking after Simba in his youth, the black maned lion had gained respect in the pride. Though he was still a bit of an outlier. Scar preferred to not be in the same spotlight of his brother but he was glad that his fellow lions and other animal groups weren't afraid to approach him. He enjoyed deep conversations, especially with the rogues that came from far off places. They would talk of things he never heard of and some of them had goods that could be traded. This led to a collection that Scar had in his cavern, on full display for those who came to visit. Nobody dared to take anything as, though smaller than the king, Scar was no one to trifle with and it would be hard to hide something that was clearly not of the Pride Lands.

With a plan in mind, Scar offered Simba to come back to his cavern. They could talk and perhaps the time would pass faster. His nephew agreed and rose to his feet. While doing so, the older lion did notice the tip of Simba's lionhood poking out from the sheath. But he acted as if he didn't see, turning around and leading the way towards his own cave.

While walking the two of them began to talk. "I never expected you to be so eager about this. Especially with your own father being involved. My own preference is to be the one mounting. The lionesses are nice but I also prefer the added edge of being with another lion. The rogues provide quite an experience," Scar said, knowing that Simba would fool around with them as well.

"Y-yeah..." Simba agreed, feeling his loins stirring even more. He was glad to be walking behind the lion, feeling more of his length sliding out from its hold.

Scar proceeded to talk more about some previous experiences and about a rogue that would regularly come around for some fun. As he continued talking, Simba felt himself getting all the more excited. It was hard for him to contain himself and when they were upon the cavern his entire length was out of the sheath. At this point he was in great need of something. He hadn't taken care of himself that morning because he wanted to save his load for the ritual. But how much longer was he meant to wait?

The two of them were in the cool confines of Scar's cave and even in his aroused state, Simba couldn't help but marvel at the various trinkets and objects that came from other lands. Scar cleared his throat, getting the younger lion's attention. Having forgotten about it for a moment, Simba gasped and pressed his legs together, trying his best to keep his erection from view.

Seeing this made the older lion chuckle. "Oh dear. I didn't expect for you to be this excited. It's a shame my brother's been making you wait so long."

"He should be ready soon..." Simba groaned, doubting his own words.

"Maybe. Or maybe not. Before I found you, I heard about another conflict breaking out among the zebras and antelopes," Scar informed.

"Ugh, again!" Simba complained. The larger prey groups would sometimes fight over territory. There was a whole process to solving the issue: breaking up the fights, calling both to have a peaceful chat, and negotiations that wouldn't last very long. And every time it would take nearly all day. With it being only the afternoon, his father wasn't likely to be free until the evening at the earliest.

"You know..." Scar began, putting his plan into place. "The rules clearly state that it must be done between lions of higher and lower standing. It was never stated that a king has to be involved."

Simba then donned a curious look. "So that means I could find someone else. Someone like..." he paused and looked directly at his uncle.

"Indeed. And what kind of uncle would I be if I left you in a state like this?" Scar said while a smirk spread across his muzzle. "After all, it's not my first time stepping in for my brother." Of course watching over Simba and taking on small scale tasks were much different when compared to something like this.

But Simba was clearly agreeable. He properly asked if Scar would fill in for his father and the older lion agreed. He had just enough authority to declare the ritual started and was already moving in. Taking the lead, he pressed himself to Simba and began to nuzzle against the other lion. This action was repeated by the prince and the two began to tenderly rub against the other.

The act was simple and brought no direct pleasure but there was still some excitement gained from it. From the warmth of their fur rubbing together and the soft sounds that Simba made. These factors were enough to make Scar's sheath thicken and his own tip had already poked through. Scar couldn't deny his own eagerness but he was still surprised by how quickly he was becoming erect.

"You caved faster than I expected," Scar commented, enjoying the feeling of his mane brushing against Simba's.

"So you planned this?" Simba asked. He wasn't upset, rather he should have suspected this from his clever uncle from the very beginning.

"Not entirely. I did want to keep you company when I heard that Mufasa would be away. But then I remembered that it was the day of the ritual. I knew you would be eager to get started," Scar admitted.

"You did?" Simba asked with some surprise in his voice.

"I wasn't entirely truthful, Simba. When the time came during my young adulthood, I was excited to be with my father in this way. But Mufasa was chosen and I was left alone while they bonded. Through consummation my father decreed that Mufasa was ready to become king when the time came. Mufasa earning our father's favor and receiving the praise of the Pridelanders soon after made me jealous," Scar explained as their nuzzling ceased.

"I felt that I was tossed to the sidelines, abandoned and forgotten about..." Scar admitted. "But who would have guessed that you of all creatures would be my salvation. If you would have never listened to my story all those years ago, who knows what would have happened."

"Uncle Scar..." Simba said.

"Don't worry. Everything's okay now. Mufasa and I have resolved our past conflicts and I feel that I have a real place in the Pride Lands. And I truly believe that is all thanks to you..."

"Now look at you. You're an adult now and are shaping up to be a truly capable lion and king. But before that can happen, we have to complete the ritual. So will you do me the honors?" Scar asked, bowing to the younger lion.

"Of course I would, uncle."

"Then come closer and I shall make you a king," Scar with, his voice having an edge of lust to it.

The lions were close together again but rather than nuzzling, Scar took the other feline by surprise by inserting his tongue into Simba's mouth. This came as a shock but the prince quickly adjusted and returned the affections by joining in on the kiss. It didn't take long for their kiss to become passionate, with both Scar and Simba moaning into each other's mouths. The both of them kept up with each other and didn't relent, even as the kissing began to draw out. Being so close like this made them even more excited and when finally parting, Scar's erection could be clearly seen.

"Looks that we're both at our full arousal," Scar pointed out, now taking a good look at Simba's length. The thickness and length were very appealing, being bigger than the rogues that Scar's involved himself with. He could imagine that the younger lion's partners were always left satisfied.

When seeing that Scar was observing his maleness, Simba blushed but didn't try to hide it. Instead he did the same and cast his eyes on Scar's erection. They widened right away and he gulped when seeing how big his uncle was. The black maned lion was huge, being both longer and thicker than him. His eyes remained on the exposed flesh, watching it twitch and even leak a bit.

"Before we start the ritual, I want to take a moment to properly thank you. For all that you have done for me..." Scar said. His voice was laced with desire, making the younger male shiver. When Simba felt a paw pushing against his side, he didn't resist and allowed himself to be pushed over. He was on his back, lying on the smooth cavern floor while Scar remained standing over him. His paw traced down the prince's chest, then his stomach, and stopped just short of the pink shaft.

This made Simba groan and even whimper with need. Scar's paw continued to trail down his body and each time it avoided contact with his loins. While rubbing his paw up and down, Scar eased his muzzle downwards until it hovered over the other male's privates. Being so close he caught a whiff of Simba's arousal and hummed from the jolt that ran down his spine.

Simba felt the puffs of breath on his tip and he looked down to see Scar's muzzle hovering right over it. Their eyes met and after winking, the older lion opened his mouth and let Simba's length slide right over his tongue.

Simba reacted immediately, arching his back and grunting through clenched teeth when feeling soft lion lips wrapping themselves around his girth. He felt Scar easing his way down, taking all of his inches one by one. While he continued to moan out, the dark lion was purring from sheer satisfaction. Between the size that fit so snugly in his muzzle and the pulses that he felt against his tongue, Scar gained a sense of fulfillment from pleasuring the other male.

"Oh, Uncle!" Simba's exclamation came out as both a moan and growl.

For the time being, Simba's sounds of pleasure were enough for him. The whole thing was inside of his mouth, being just short of touching his throat. When easing his muzzle upwards, another sound of pleasure came from Simba. His shaft pulsed and he was treated to the first taste of precum. It was lapped up immediately and the flick of his slightly rough tongue made Simba jerk in reaction. Feeling the lips and tongue slowly easing downwards again, Simba couldn't help but rest his paws on Scar's head, slightly gripping his mane.

After some slow up and down motions, Scar traced his tongue along the girth, curling it all the way around. His eyes met Simba's as well and another wink was given. Understanding this sign, the golden lion nodded and braced himself. Scar uncurled his tongue and pressed it along the underside, right after came the sudden plunge down of his muzzle. Simba let out a long winded, lustful growl when feeling Scar's throat around his lionhood. All of a sudden it was being caressed by warmer and tighter walls.

Scar had taken all of Simba without issue, showing his experience when it came to oral pleasure. Though he didn't offer his hole to other males, he wasn't opposed to offering his muzzle. He adjusted to the size in his throat and continued to pleasure his nephew. From that point on, Scar would carefully take all of Simba into his throat, pausing for a moment so the other lion could bask in the feeling. After doing this for a bit, the dark lion finally began to bob in a steady manner. The smoothness of his actions threatened to overwhelm Simba already.

"It feels so good..." Simba muttered aloud. He had felt the pleasure of a soft and warm mouth on his cock before. But none of the previous blowjobs he experienced compared to this one. Scar was moving with such grace and his actions brought intense pleasure as well. From simply moving his head back and forth, he felt his nephew's erection going in and out of his throat without issue.

His length was throbbing hard and more precum was given for Scar to taste and drink down. It was clear that Simba was getting closer to his limit as more sucks and licks came from the dark lion. Scar didn't stop and he kept up the same pace. He found no need to pick up the pace or suck harder. He didn't want to overwhelm his nephew any further and he wanted for Simba to last as long as he could.

Simba did his best to endure but it wasn't that easy. He had refrained from seeking pleasure from himself or someone else since yesterday and that meant that he had plenty of seed in his balls. His own natural instinct was to expel the seed that kept him so pent up but he held out as long as he could. Scar chuckled and continued to purr while sucking off the younger male. He felt more precum lining his throat when spurting from the tip and the prince's growls were becoming more intense.

Simba had to be impressed with the other male's endurance. Scar had been at this for some time and he was still going strong. He showed no signs of getting tired and his sucking maintained the same intensity without falter. Panting hard and dragging his claws against the cavern floor, Simba knew that he was past the point of no return.

Being unable to speak, he used his paws to communicate and Scar understood. But he still didn't ease up and with a few more bobs of his mouth, the cave was filled with the younger lion's roar. Simba couldn't fight the urge to rock his hips, making a single thrust that stuffed his cock down into Scar's throat. Scar grunted from the sudden deep penetration but adjusted quickly yet again. He pulled the tip from his throat just in time, feeling the first thick spurt of stored seed. It splattered onto and coated his tongue, giving him a full taste of the younger male's virility. He began to drink down the loads as they came from the tip. At the same time he was gently lapping his tongue along the underside, seeking to extend the bigger lion's climax.

Simba was panting hard, being overcome with the bliss of finally reaching a climax. It felt much better than usual and perhaps that was due to how excited he had been all day or maybe it was because of Scar's impressive oral skills. Either way, Simba was still shooting; each spurt was followed by his body tensing and another groan of relief would be heard. Scar kept up with his release and managed to swallow down every drop. When it all came to an end, the dark lion ran his tongue along the length to lap up the rest of the seed and eased his mouth off.

He stood up and saw just how dazed his nephew was. Perhaps he had overdone it? But Simba hummed and their gazes met once more.

"That was...amazing..." Simba said, sounding a bit winded.

Scar was happy to hear the praise and helped the other lion up and onto his paws. He noticed that Simba was still hard. Not a single inch had slid back into his sheath. That made sense given the prowess that lions had when it came to mating. Simba had released a lot so it was easy to assume that he accidentally milked the young lion dry. His nephew did admit that it was the strongest climax he ever had.

"Well, allow me to prepare while you catch your breath," Scar said. At first the red maned lion assumed that Scar was leaving to get something, maybe even take a drink from the watering hole to wash down his seed. But the older feline tread a wide circle around Simba instead and approached when focusing his gaze on Simba's backside.

Simba then felt something underneath his tail. The warmth told him that it was Scar's muzzle again. When feeling a nose lifting his tail out of the way, he realized what Scar meant by "prepare." Then he felt the warmth of a lion's tongue dragging along his tailhole. He reacted right away, letting out a small moan from this different kind of pleasure. Just like his uncle, Simba preferred to be the one on top but on occasion he would present himself for other males that promised to make the experience worth it.

Scar hadn't even asked or wanted him but Simba didn't mind that at all. One lick was followed by another and soon the tongue was repeatedly lapping over his entrance. The pleasure from this wasn't as intense as the blowjob and Simba was able to catch his breath, just like his uncle said. After having his rim slathered with saliva, Scar felt the tongue pushing its way inside, spreading his hole around it. It was done slowly and Simba was back to moaning out as the muscle began to ease its way in.

Scar not only had use of his saliva, but some of Simba's seed clung to the catching bristles of his tongue. The clever lion used that to aid in his efforts. Once having a good portion inside, rubbing along the walls smeared the slick fluids onto Simba's anal walls. The prince was unaware of this, being more concerned with the sensation of a feline tongue lapping directly at his insides. If a lion wielded their tongue with enough skill, their bristles could provide extra pleasure rather than the occasional light scratch. Clearly Scar was one of these experienced lions. His licks both lubed the other male but also provided feelings that caused Simba's cock to twitch again.

Scar was mindful to not do too much. He couldn't guarantee that Simba would last another climax this soon. So when achieving his goal of lubricating the lionhole, he pulled his tongue free and took a step back.

"Now it's time for the Rite of Kings to truly begin," Scar said, his voice having a flair of formality to it.

After giving ample pleasure with his mouth, Scar was looking forward to taking his "turn." But this was more about pleasure and satisfaction. This was about bonding and the older generation giving their blessing to the next one.

"Now keep that tail raised for me," Scar directed, not being able to mask his anticipation. He couldn't help but purr when Simba got himself into a proper mating position. The younger lion spread his hindlegs and lowered his front half a bit. This pose further highlighted his backside and the sight was too much for the older male to resist.

"Ready, Simba?" Scar asked while slowly approaching from behind.

"Y-yes! I'm ready, Uncle!" Simba responded, being just short of pleading for it.

Scar finally lifted himself on top of the bigger lion. He could hear Simba's purrs as he eased his body on top. Simba was able to hold himself and Scar's weight up, letting out a sound of excitement when the dark lion's body was completely on top and in position. From there he began to prod around with his tip, quickly finding the spot he was waiting for.

Once the tip was in, Scar slowly pushed his hips forward. Almost immediately Simba moaned out from his tailhole being made to stretch around the big lionhood. Seeing the older male's loins were one thing but actually feeling it inside of him was something else entirely. It was lucky for him that Scar hadn't shoved the rest of his cock inside right then and there. Instead the dark lion was exercising great restraint, ignoring every urge to surge forwards. Even with the slow insertion, the prince felt himself being already filled more than he ever had before. The rimming done just before left Simba's hole warm and slick, and that allowed him to take more and more inches without much difficulty.

There was a bit of strain at first but in time, the younger lion had fully adjusted and the rest of Scar's cock slid in easily. Even then, there was a moment needed when every inch was hilted. Just as Simba basked in the sensation of being completely filled, Scar was also enjoying the snug tailhole that was wrapped around his hefty maleness. After giving each other the time they needed, Scar began to slowly pull himself out.

There came another push and all of Scar's cock was being eased inside of Simba. Though still slow, every inch had smoothly disappeared within Simba. When his crotch connected with the other lion's backside, Scar was quick to tug backwards again. Back and forth, the older lion rocked his hips and his length slid along the soft and wet surfaces of the prince's insides. He let out some deep sounds of pleasure from this, especially when all of himself was deep within. As Scar moved his lower half, Simba was responding with moans and huffs of delight. While still being snug around the older male's flesh, Simba no longer felt the strain of being stretched. At this point he was allowed to feel nothing short of pleasure. Scar's maleness pumped along his sensitive walls and it brought a burst of feeling that forced him to make noise. On top of that, Scar was more than big enough to touch multiple extra tender spots all at the same time.

Being so close, they could feel the other lions' body rubbing against their own. Both of their smooth pelts provided a comfort that highlighted their pleasures. While rocking his lower half, Scar gave Simba some more nuzzles, rubbing their manes together in a sensual manner. Simba was experiencing a whole new kind of sexual high. He was used to mating with other males, but this went beyond just seeking to sate his needs. Their consummation was steeped with passion; Scar could have easily rammed himself inside from the very beginning but he instead eased his nephew into it and things steadily became more intense with the passage of time.

It felt so good that Simba was just short of acting like a lioness. He was compelled to express his elation and beg for more. The only thing keeping him from doing so was his pride and the fact that only moans came from his mouth. Even when he tried to form words, the next thrust would reduce them to incoherent sounds. So he stopped trying to talk and instead just basked in the feelings that came from his uncle's lionhood. His prostate was touched with each forward push of Scar's maleness.

Scar was of course enjoying himself as well. He had no qualms with rutting in a controlled fashion. Simba felt better than he was expecting. It seemed the younger lion was experienced when it came to offering his tailhole. Whether on purpose or by instinct, the prince's passage would squeeze down, providing an added tightness to hump against. Scar couldn't resist and doing so brought them an even stronger sense of pleasure.

"P-please, Uncle..." Simba finally found his voice and began to beg for more. "I need more. F-faster. H-harder."

Scar was surprised to hear this, being aware of his size and how some males and females couldn't handle him speeding up or rocking his hips with more force. But Simba was a strong lion and so far he was taking all of it without issue. The older lion figured he could take things further but he would do so gradually. He would continue to ease Simba into it and if his nephew couldn't handle it they would go back to how things were now.

"Very well," Scar agreed. He could feel Simba bracing himself just before the next thrust came with noticeably more power. The shaft wasn't rammed inside but every inch slid in faster than before and the strike to Simba's prostate was a bit harder. This caused the both of them to moan and grunt with an added deepness in their voices. Now their bodies could be heard thumping against each other. Scar's crotch and hips would knock into Simba's backside and their bodies would rock a bit from the force.

It seemed that his previous worries were overblown. Simba was still taking him just fine, enduring and responding to the slightly faster and harder ruts. His body remained steady, save for the incoming thrusts that would move him forwards a bit. Scar was leaking precum that made the hole even slicker and warmer. That also made it easier for him to reach in deep. He couldn't deny how good it felt, so far Simba promised to be one of the best mating partners he ever had. Very few would last this long with him but the prince was keeping up. Turning his head back, he could see that Simba's own shaft had been leaking. There was a small puddle of precum on the cave's floor and the scent of their shared arousal was growing stronger.

As more time passed, Scar's instincts were taking over more and more. Simba didn't need to ask for more because the older lion was thrusting with more speed and power as their mating dragged on. Their passion hadn't dwindled in the slightest and they kept up with each other. Even when Scar was holding on tight, driving his cock into the soft and slick hole. He was pounding so hard and with so much swiftness that his inches could be heard gliding in and out, producing a wet sound from all the precum that oozed from him.

He could feel himself getting close and Simba showed clear signs of being near his limit as well. The golden lion remained firmly planted as he was humped into. At this point, Scar was roughly ramming himself inside and that caused his body to rock forwards each time. But he was still holding himself and Scar up, enduring everything the older lion had to give him. His cock was pulsing hard and his balls were ready to draw up and release but Simba did his best to keep his orgasm at bay, wanting to draw out the amazing sex for as long as he could.

Scar bit his lip and felt himself nearing the point of no return. Upon giving Simba his seed, the ritual would be complete. He felt a sense of pride in knowing the time was upon them both. Simba's role as eventual king would be solidified and official. They were both ready for this and Scar was planning to end it with some quick but forceful thrusts that would lead the both of them to their orgasms.

Gripping even tighter and drawing strength in his lower half, Scar was ready to complete the ritual but they were stopped by the sound of paws striking the cave floor and then came a booming voice.

"Scar! What do you think you're doing?!" It was Mufasa who finally arrived. He had done his best to quell the fighting prey groups in a timely manner. It took longer than he wished but when finally free, the king was quick to locate his son. After being told where he was seen last, Mufasa went to the watering hole. From there he was able to smell the scent of his son's arousal. The scent was more than enough to lead him the rest of the way. Midway, there was another smell that joined Simba's and the king recognized it as Scar. He put the signs together and feared the worst.

He raced to his brother's cavern, only to find his fears realized. Scar was already on top of his son and it was clear they had been at this for some time.

"This ritual is for the king and the future ruler. You have no right to-"

"Actually, dear brother. The rules clearly state that a lion of higher standing is all that's required. And with you not being available, that makes me the highest in ranking," Scar explained, being unable to hide his smugness. "This ritual was so important to Simba and I couldn't sit by while Simba was in need."

"Hmmm..." Mufasa hummed. He had to admit that his brother was correct. By the rules of their land, Scar wasn't acting out of line. He left Simba to wait much longer than he promised and it was only natural that his son be desperate. Mufasa could remember when the day came for his ritual. That day was full of need and anticipation as well. Some even said that the Rite of Kings itself had an effect on those involved, heightening their sense of sexual want and their prowess.

"Be that as it may, my rank is above yours and it's time for you to move aside," Mufasa said, gesturing for his brother to remove himself and step aside.

"But we're so close. It would be much better to let us finish and then you can take my place. After all, it shouldn't be hard for you to outdo me," Scar teased. "What do you say, Simba?"

"Please let us finish, Dad..." Simba said. He couldn't help but hum and shiver from the pulsing he felt under his tail. It took all of his willpower to not rock his own body back and forth. Being so close to the end, the prince couldn't bear the thought of cutting off the progress they made.

"Very well..." Mufasa agreed. He clearly wasn't happy about it but remained where he was.

Almost immediately, the other lions picked up where they left off. Scar began to move his lower half in the same way he was before. Them sitting there while talking to Mufasa made their approaching orgasm ebb away some. It didn't take long for them to return to their previous levels of lust and feeling, leaving the both of them ready to finally release.

Mufasa watched the two of them and noticed just how into each other they were. He knew that the ritual involved himself mounting his son but he hadn't expected Simba to show so much enthusiasm. What started off as annoyance quickly turned into jealousy. As Scar brought them back to the cusp of a shared climax, he noted how much the two of them wanted each other. With each of Scar's thrust, Simba would respond with a moan and he was able to express how much he enjoyed being with his uncle.

Mufasa had been looking forward to being with Simba but his main focus was on completing the ritual. His father made emphasis on the importance of passing on his blessing and the significance. That's what Mufasa wanted to pass on to his son: what this would mean for Simba going forward. When it was all over, the younger lion would face the next day with a newfound pride and title that would be recognized by the other Pridelanders.

But when watching the other lions it was clear that their interest was only on each other. Simba's moans and words were laced with so much fervor for the other lion. As they got closer, both of their voices were getting louder and the raw intensity was getting to the king as well. Neither of them were focused on Mufasa. Scar was moaning as well, making deep growls and huffs from being on the cusp of his limit once more. He asked if Simba was ready and the younger lion all but screamed out his confirmation.

Scar grasped his nephew's scruff, getting and keeping a firm hold on it as he acted on his earlier plan. Channeling strength to his hips again, Scar surged them forwards. But this time he held nothing back and pounded into Simba with full power. The younger feline cried out underneath him, panting hard as his body trembled. Scar was moaning around the red mane and with just two more rough thrusts he let out a muffled roar.

Both Simba and Scar were struck with the full force of their orgasms. The orgasmic bliss that took hold of them was much stronger than usual. For Simba it was the hardest he had ever cum. His body was shaking even more and he grunted upon shooting thick string after string of his ejaculate. At the same time he could feel the warmth of Scar's own load filling him up. There was a lot of spurting from the tip and he felt himself being filled with a heavy lion load. The both of them stayed in that position, with Scar fully inside and Simba stuffed full, not moving until their climaxes subsided.

There was some time given for them both to come down from the sexual rush and Scar dismounted, leaving Simba to moan again from the semi-hard shaft leaving him. As the tip popped free, some of the dark furred lion's seed was spilling out.

"There..." Scar said, sounding completely satisfied. "By all technicalities, the Rite of Kings has been completed. But if you wish to make it more 'official' then by all means, brother." He stepped aside and turned his attention to Mufasa. His eyes widened when focusing on the bigger lion. The king was visibly shivering and there was a mess of fresh cum in between his slightly spread four legs.

"Mufasa... Did you really...?" Scar asked, making his brother blush and avert his gaze.

Following Simba's aroused scent made him aroused as well. His length was halfway out of the sheath when he stumbled upon the two lions. Even when arguing with Scar, the scents of fresh mating hung heavy in the cavern air and it got him fully hard. And when seeing the intense sex between his brother and son, Mufasa couldn't hold back. Just by watching them achieve release, he too was pushed over his edge from how hot the sight was. While neither of the other lions saw him shooting his load, there was plenty of evidence to be seen underneath him.

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"And you came all this way. Was it all for nothing, brother?" Scar asked while stepping closer to the other lion. This brought further attention to his brother's embarrassment. Simba himself hadn't noticed just yet, being too busy catching his breath. After what he experienced, the now official future king needed some time to collect himself. When finally recovering, the youngest lion did notice the mess underneath his father's body but he didn't hold it against him. Instead he was looking forward to bonding with Mufasa as well. He even offered to redo the rite of passage but the king's blush grew stronger.

"I'm sorry, Simba. I've already spilled the load meant for you..." Mufasa said as he began to avert his gaze. Unlike his son, Mufasa hadn't saved himself for the event. Just like any other day, he started off by mating the lionesses that were in wait for him. Granted he was mindful to save a final load but an outcome like this never crossed his mind. He had been so ready to fulfill his part in the ritual but now his length was already retreating into his sheath, a sign of how spent he was.

Scar had taken his place and seeded his son instead. He couldn't challenge the rules that were made far before his time. Though Simba was given the blessing he needed, the king was upset that he wasn't involved. Not only was he looking forward to showing his dominance but he had wanted to outdo his brother as well. Now none of those things would be happening anytime soon.

"Oh, sorry, Simba. It seems your father is all tapped out," Scar said, with a slightly exaggerated tone of disappointment. Simba couldn't help but look disappointed as well. All he wanted was to fulfill the ritual with his father, performing a tradition that Mufasa had with his own father. But that wouldn't be happening. The younger lion's disappointment soon turned to annoyance. All he wanted was one thing but that just seemed to be too much for his father.

"That's fine," Simba said, having a harsh tone of voice when addressing his father. "My uncle and I completed the ritual without you."

"Hmm," Scar hummed as he pondered aloud. "I have another good round in me and I've already taken my brother's place once before. I can do it again if you wish."

Simba took a moment to think about it. He was going to decline, figuring the matter just couldn't be helped. His father was king and that meant he would be busy, even on a day like this. But when looking at the older lion, Simba noticed the dismayed look on Mufasa's face. It was clear that the king was more concerned about Scar taking his place rather than how his son felt.

"Yes, Uncle," Simba said with certainty. "I would like that."

Mufasa was about to protest but Scar turned around and smacked his tail against the king's muzzle, making him splutter and gag on the fur that caught on his tongue. The darker furred lion chuckled and was quick to remount Simba. He understood his nephew's feelings and sought to remedy them by being there for him. It was a bit cathartic to realize that now it was Mufasa who was standing on the sidelines, watching lions he was close to bond without him.

Thanks to the younger lion being freshly used and lubed with his fresh cum, it was easy for Scar to reinsert himself. Upon doing so the uncle and nephew moaned out together. Simba was once again treated to the older lion's size, feeling himself being stuffed full once more.

Scar wasted no time and began to move his hips. Given Simba's current state, he skipped past the buildup and went right to slightly rough humps. The slickness of his own seed made it easy for his length to grind against the other feline's insides. Simba was starting to moan once more, feeling his tender prostate being touched again. He noticed that there was some extra pressure put down on it that caused him to shudder. Feeling it going back and forth kept the pleasure strong and he was quick to fall back into the haze of sexual delight.

Mufasa was left there on the sidelines, having a full view of his brother and son actually mating in front of him. It didn't take long for his erection to return and he couldn't resist reaching his paw down to grope it.

"I thought you were spent, brother," Scar said. He was still going while having his gaze on the other lion. Mufasa just responded with a reluctant grunt that made the other lion chuckle.

Mufasa's paw was down between his hindlegs and began to run along his cock, stroking from the tip and all the way down to the base. When reaching that point he would slide his paw back up again, feeling his tip already twitching. Even after a full minute of doing this, there wasn't a single drop of precum that oozed out. Nevertheless, the king kept his eyes on the action in front of him, pleasuring himself as best he could to the sight in front of him.

"Oh come now, brother. What kind of kingly example are you trying to set by showing so much desperation?" Scar asked in a teasing manner.

Mufasa noted his brother's words but couldn't challenge them, not while Scar had taken his place, claiming an experience that was meant for him and Simba to share.

The younger golden lion looked over to see Mufasa stroking his lionhood. The king gave no rebuttals to the things being said to him. Perhaps that was because it was true. He had let his son down, and made no attempts to stop Scar either. Simba then looked back and met Scar's gaze. He had a clear expression of need on his face. "I want more, Uncle. You know I can handle more than this." His tone of voice was playful when saying that.

"Very well then. I'll show you what I can really do." Scar had his muzzle right over Simba's ear and the words were laced with raw lust. This sent a hard shiver down his nephew's spine and he braced himself for what was to come.

Putting his promise into action, Scar put more of his weight down and planted his hindpaws firmly on the cave's floor. After another slow pull back his lower half then surged ahead and buried all of it back inside. As requested, there was more force and speed put into that thrust. As Simba cried out Scar noted that his voice was pitched with enjoyment. That allowed him to also enjoy the feeling of the hole that was wrapped around his length.

After performing that test, the dark began to rut into his nephew. He kept up that power and speed, repeatedly ramming his hips into Simba's backside. The thumps of their bodies connecting and the wet sounds of his length sliding in and out of the wet tailhole could be heard alongside their own moans and growls. Simba quickly fell back into his needy state; just as Scar got him to pant and beg before, he was experiencing those same feelings all over again.

The two lions were only concerned about each other, focusing on the pleasure that they could trade back and forth. Their grunts and moans were the only ones registered, completely ignoring any sounds that Mufasa made. While they continued to mate, the king was treated as if he wasn't there for the time being.

Having his sort of power over his brother was providing an added thrill that Scar never experienced before. It heightened the pleasure he was already feeling and it encouraged him to keep up the rough thrusting. In reaction, he was making all kinds of deep toned sounds of pleasure that kept Simba's excitement flared as well. Nting to give his older sibling a good show, Scar increased the speed by a bit more, rocking their bodies even more than before. Simba kept the two of them upright and endured the hard rocks of his uncle's forward thrusts. This allowed Scar to just focus on the sensations that he and his nephew could share. When reaching in deep, the two lions would raise their voices at the same time. Scar felt himself spilling his precum into the already messy passage and Simba was doing the same, increasing the mess that was currently underneath him.

As time passed, Scar grew all the more emboldened by the king's passivity. That led to him gradually picking up the pace; his growls grew deeper and his expressions were those of unfiltered ecstasy. His hips were rocking faster now and the thumps of their bodies were heard more often. Simba responded by making similar sounds. They were keeping up with each other; for every hard thrust into his ass, Simba would respond with a firm squeeze of his insides. Sometimes they would be instinctual and other times it was done on purpose. Either way, an added grunt would come from the dark lion, making it clear that he felt each and every one of them.

Mufasa continued to watch the other lions have their fun. He just couldn't take his eyes off the both of them. Simba was handling the older lion well, and he was admittedly impressed to see his brother's mating prowess on full display. Seeing his brother no longer holding back gave him more than what he expected to see. The king was treated to the sight of two lions entwined in passion, only being focused on each other. The longer this went on, the more okay with that Mufasa became. He was enjoying the simple feeling of his paw pumping up and down at a faster pace at this point. He had no precum but some of his earlier load remained on his shaft. That provided just enough lubrication and it was easier for him to keep it up. As the other lions picked up speed, so did Mufasa and they all felt themselves getting closer and closer to their limits.

"Oooaah... I'm getting close, Simba..." Scar announced, keeping the pace as he spoke.

"I am too... Just a bit more..." Simba responded, getting a grunt of confirmation from the elder feline. With each plunge and tug of the lion-flesh, he felt himself getting all the closer to his third orgasm.

Scar aimed to fulfill his nephew's desires but he also noticed how intently Mufasa was watching. That led to him holding onto Simba even tighter before driving his cock in and out of the other lion's hole. He had already been putting in quite the effort so far but this was something else entirely. It was a sudden rise of pleasure and intensity that the younger lion wasn't expecting. With just another hard push against his prostate, the future king too roared out within the cave.

Simba's body shook and his untouched shaft throbbed hard between his spread hindlegs. Being brought to another strong climax, the golden lion was again spilling ropes of his cum onto the already marked floor, making his mess even bigger in the process. As he came hard, Scar was still rutting into him. The older lion's breathing was labored and his cock could be felt pulsing hard as it pumped against the tightly clenching lionhole.

It didn't take much longer for him to finally reach that point. He too clenched his jaws around Simba's scruff just before the sensation struck him. Unleashing a muffled snarl, Scar's cock swelled and began to shoot thick streams of seed into his nephew. Simba felt himself being filled for a second time: hot seed was being pumped into him from deep inside and it could be felt already seeping out of him. He was overfilled at this point but his uncle's climax lasted longer than he expected. Scar pumped the rest of his reserves into the other predator and when it was all over with, there was quite the puddle of seed on the floor now. Even more spilled out when Scar pulled himself free, leaving the both of them to sigh deeply.

From the sight of their consecutive climaxes, Mufasa reached his own limit. Rather than shooting seed, his length swelled and throbbed without releasing anything. But the king didn't seem to mind as he grunted and purred from the sensations that overtook his body. When the feeling subsided, he was left feeling satisfied as well but the weight of shame clinging to his pelt. He licked his paw clean with a quickness before standing tall. With all the regal flair that he would muster, Mufasa dared to approach the other felines.

"Congratulations, Simba," the bigger red maned lion said. He noticed the smug look on Scar's face. The other lion asked if Mufasa enjoyed himself but the king just blushed and cleared his throat in response. Putting his pride aside, Mufasa admitted his faults and promised to make things up to his son. Simba looked rather happy upon hearing that and finally forgave his father.

"You've made quite the spectacle out of yourself. The Pridelanders will want to hear how the ritual went. I'm sure word would spread quickly about the king failing to even participate in the ritual. Not to mention how eager you were to watch our fun afterwards."

Mufasa's eyes widened and he began to beg his brother to not spill those details. The other lion just chuckled and raised his paw. "I'm kidding, brother. But if that's not enough for you, I'm willing to strike a deal."

"What is it?" Mufasa dared to ask.

"As you can see my cave is in a sticky state," Scar pointed out. "I'm willing to keep my lips sealed if you take care of this mess."

Mufasa sighed in relief and readily agreed to these terms.

"Excellent," Scar said with a pleased smile. "While you're doing that, I think I'll take a quick nap."

Simba perked up and asked if he could join and his uncle agreed.

There was plenty of room in the cave away from their markings and the pair were soon all curled up and in a deep shared sleep. Meanwhile, Mufasa was left to clean up the various fluids left behind by all three of them. He hoped that Scar would keep his word, dreading the outcome of these events being leaked to the Pride Lands' public...