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Chapter 4 set-up

Slowly the gray dawn began to lighten the pride lands. The inky shadows retreating to the west. Before leaving the pride lands, the shadows clung to a strip of Bush Willows. A strip, 50 acres total, encompassed in a natural depression. It was lush and teaming with life. Due to the Mougoun River pooling on its edge, and Willows dense foilage, it was one of the popular destinations for the pride land's inhabitants for some rest and relaxation. No large game animals lived there however, as it was foolish for any prey to not be able to see a predator approaching. The crocodiles would often make their nests on the other side of the strip as well. In the thick mud next to the river, it was common to see them. Or, more dangerously, to not see them.

It was here in the grove that Kiara chose to intercept her father. She may not be able to give him the romantic first time he had in the jungle, but she still wanted the memory of their first time to be in a setting that he would never be able to look at the same way after. While it was likely that she had not been the only lioness to choose this setting to seduce the king, no other area of the pride lands offered the privacy and seclusion as this grove.

However, she could not go there right away. It was critical that her father started his patrol without worrying about her. So she chose to first go to the watering hole and wait for her father to send out Zazu to check on her. It was not a far distance, yet she chose to run there in case her father woke early and sent the flying nag out before she was ready. As the inky gray retreated to pale pink, the watering hole came into sight. She paused and observed the feast assembled there. The gazelles, buffaloes, and elephants lay around the watering hole beginning to stir. Traditionally they left the watering hole in the morning before the Lions could get there as to not be easy targets.

With Kiara laying down in Plainview, it did not take the herd long to stir and warn their counterparts of the dangers of an early rise predator. They began to move to the north, giving nervous glances in her direction. All that was left by the time she got to the water's edge was a trio of honey badgers. Their arrogant faces turned towards her. Challenging her to try her luck on them. She knew better than to try her luck on the honey badgers. She may be four times their size, but they had tough hides and had a knack for poking out eyes and bloodying noses and required at least a group to take down. On top of that, the little lean meat they had was not worth the effort.

There, Kiara drank from the water as the suns edge pierced the horizon. It's light flooding the sky. She waited....hot and bothered, every second felt like a minute as she longed for her father. Her mound burning with unsatisfied pressure, and her mind clouded with cravings. It's surprised her just how much she felt she needed something pressed against her mound. Constantly she found herself arching her back and flagging. Her instincts calling to be pierced by a male. She'd realize it and lower her rear back down only for the cycle to repeat. Desperate, she resorted to licking herself and the sensations that shot up her back were blissful. Like a pair of bellows to a fire. And yet it was nothing but a tease. For she could not get deep and found that while it was enjoyable, it did not satisfy. She felt their was only one thing that could quench the fires. And it was not a flaccid tongue. So she stopped, rolled onto her back and looked towards pride rock where the pride shurely was stirring by now.

At last, as she predicted, she saw the flash of wings as Zazu took to the air. He circled around the formation, searching the nooks for her. When he did not find her, he began to check the surrounding areas. She saw the menace tilt towards the watering hole and hastened into a relaxed position with her eyes closed. A minute later she heard the rustling of wings as the hornbill landed next to her. Raising her head like she was just interrupted in a nap, she looked at him. He presented himself as he always did to a member of the royal family with a quick greeting.

He inquired as to why she left in the middle of the night. Annoyed, she berated him for being nosy and explained that she wanted fresh air and enjoyed sleeping under the stars in a near new moon night. After opologizing for his actions, he reminded her that her father had sent him because he was concerned and had her safety in mind. She scoffed and told him she was an adult and no longer a cub to be worried about.

Shortly after, he reminded her to check in with the other lionesses in an hour to begin a hunting party. Sarabi, her grandmother, would be leading it. The horn bill departed and Kiara reflected that lioness in heat or pregnant were exempt from hunting duty. She grinned and felt somewhat elated that she could finally claim that right. Her grandmother would wonder why she would not show up to the hunt, but would find out later that night why. The hornbill, not familiar with the distinct scent of a lioness in heat would not betray her secret to either her father or mother. As soon as the sight of the winged menace disappeared into the distant mouth of pride rock, she began her journey to the grove.

In good timing, she made it there. Her presence sent the birds and small creatures into hysterics as warning cries sounded to their brethren of a predator in the area. She was surprised at how often she had to relieve herself. It was almost like the pressure in her mound was also pushing on her bladder. Not wanting to alert her father by the scent of her heated urine, she chose the edge of the river to relieve herself. The water would sweep away the scent. This was dangerous however as she was risking death by a crocodile, but her sense of caution was swept away in the tides of heat. Returning to the center of the grove, all she could do was wait... Again...

However, once again she had decisions to make. In an hours time, her father would walk through the grove and it had to end with his fangs at her neck. His front paws wrapped around her hips, pushing his shaft in. To be buried as deep as it could go into her mound. She needed his furry orbs pressing against her. Twitching as they unloaded their heavy burden as deep as they could go into his own daughter. But what was the best way to proceed?

Should she be surprised to see him and act innocent and pretend she did not know why she felt the way she did? Maybe she was confused and scared to the way she felt, and wanted her big strong father to comfort and consol her. Could he make these feelings go away for her? Beg him while rubbing against him with her mound at his nose.

As enticing as this approach was, it wouldn't work the way she wanted it to. Her father was too experienced. This was both a blessing and a curse. On once paw, she's have loved to seduce him that way. She imagined him the way her mother had had him. When they reunited in the jungle. A complete virgin with no experience. Easy to play with and completely under the spell of a virgin lioness going through her first heat. Kopa had been the product of that experience and Kiara found herself a little jealous of her mother that it could not have been her sharing that moment.

On the other paw, her father was now experienced and would be able to make her first time as fulfilling as possible. She would not have to deal with an adolescence mistakes and blunders as instincts would be the only guide. She would be able to surrender herself fully with no question as to if she would enjoy her first time to the fullest. If the sight of other lionesses melting under the paws of her father was any guide, she was in for one wild ride.

She then considered using her newely improved hunting skills to try to sneak up on her father and leap on him and go from there. Now there was a challenge... The more she thought of it, the better that approach sounded. In fact, it was perfect. Learning those skills had been a right of passage for her. And, if she could catch her father unaware, that would make him realize that he was looking at a mature lioness capable of her own decisions rather then the troublesome cub she knew he still saw a part of her as. The problem would be what if she failed. It would be harder because the closer he got to her, the more likely he would smell her scent and heat. Already, she was sure the immediate area reaked of her desire. But she had to try. Because of she succeeded, she suspected her father would not hold anything back.

And she wanted that. She wanted her father to give everything he could give. No.... more. She was his daughter after all. She wanted him to give her more than he gave to any other lioness. Even her own mother who was carrying his cubs in her belly. That would be her soon.... she'd see to it.