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Chapter 7 Nightfall

In the cooling air, Kiara stirred from slumber. Raising her head from her father's warm mane, she looked to the western skies. The sun had dipped into the horizon filling the east with the bronze glow of early twilight. Careful not to disturb her father, she got up and stretched. Her muscles unusually stiff creaked with the motion. Her rear legs felt especially sore. She had been over using those muscles the entire day. The strain of raising her rear end so that her father could penetrate her mound easily, was taking it's toll. In fact, their last session had taxed these muscles extensively. Her father, knowing that the hour was growing late, had made a point of adjusting her angles to ensure that she felt every stroke, barb, and ejaculate in their latest session. He had told her his priority was making sure she made the most of her first day of heat, as the first time came only once in a life time. Even as she stretched, a drop of his fluids fell to the ground. Laying back down, she raised her rear leg and inspected her mound. Her lips, black and puffy quivered under the touch of her nose. A small trail of pearly fluid clung to the edges. As the day had progressed, his emissions had tapered down. From the warm pearly ropes that she could feel saturating her insides, to a quick spray followed by a few dry internal twitches, she had grown dissatisfied with the lack of volume. He had assured her that, come the morning, he'd be back to painting her insides with his cubs, but for now, he was all but out. She had literally milked him all but dry.

She glanced at her father, then at Pride Rock. She knew they would be expected there before nightfall. She also knew that between her failing to show up for hunting duty,and seeing Zazu in the air, the others would know she was safe and spending her time in between her father's rear legs. Zazu had stopped by to give an afternoon report. The bird had tactfully waited until they were finished with a session before dropping out of the tree he had been waiting in. After a few words and a bow to both of them, he had flown back to pride rock where her mother undoubtedly learned of their activities.

Kiara wondered how her mother would feel about her decision. She was always encouraging her father to expand the pride, yet would she be just as happy to see her own daughter seeded? Kiara didn't think her mother would be furious with her. After all, it had been her that had said it was an option and to consider it. When she was older, they had even gossiped and giggled with each other as they watched her father take care of one lioness or the next. But this was different... Kiara would just have to wait and see. Their was no use in speculating further. Besides, she had more important matters to attend to.

Her mound was beginning to itch for her father's touch again. She looked at him. He was still snoozing. No doupt just as worn out as she was. She wanted him one last time before retiring for the night. So she got back up and crept to his side. From there, she studied him for a quick second. His powerful chest rose and fell with each breath. His eyes closed with his snout twitching. Slowly, she stood over him. Her mound over his nose and her mouth at the pouch holding his delicate orbs. In one smooth motion, she pushed his nose to her now aroused mound, and caressed his orbs in her mouth. The king woke with a start. His confusion didn't last long though. He gave a chuckle before pushing her needy lips up to his tongue with his front paws and opening his legs for full access to his own arousal. Kiara purred with one orb in her mouth. Between her fixation with massaging the orbs and their surrounding pouch to the feeling of father's tongue, she was quickly lost in the desires of her own heat.

Putting her father's aroused poking tip into her lips she sank her head down, his protective sheath giving way to expose his length to her tongue. She pushed until his length was torwards the back of her throat, his testicles on either side of her nose, before pulling back off till just the tip was in her lips. She repeated this motion, massaging her father's length with her tongue and lips. Doing her best to massage his glands, she made sure not to catch his barbs with the smaller barbs on her tongue. Her father was now the one purring. The sensation plesant against her saliva soaked mound. He had started to grunt into her mound, a signal that if she continued, he'd blow into her mouth. This was no good. She could not have him waste his semen to her muzzle. She was determined that for the rest of her heat, any and all of her father's cub making juices were to go where it belonged.

She withdrew her mouth from his member and watched it pulse in the cooling air. The very tip twitched, a small bead of fluid pushing out of the channel that ran through it. Giving his thigh a quick lick she climbed out of his embrace and waited for him to rise. As soon as the mighty king was on his feet, she pushed her head into his mane, sharing a moment of tenderness that did not speak of just sexual desire, but of the bond that they shared and cherished. Dropping down to her paws, her father came up behind her, his form now towering over her. As he pushed his pelvis forward and his member erected itself forward, she raised her rear and pushed her tail to the side. A loving lick traced her sholders and neck as the king found his mark and pushed in.

A groan, muffled into her neck, was let loose as once again, the king found himself intimately connected to his daughter. The warm pressure of her passage surrounded his flesh. Barely discernable but there, was her heartbeat. A distinctive tattoo as the beating could be felt at his tip. His own heartbeat, he knew she could feel through the lips of her passage as oftentimes, his lionesses would comment on it. After a few seconds to appreciate being gloved, he grabbed her neck and began to pump. Feeling every inch of her passage on his length he did not spare himself. She had already gotten him close in her muzzle, so he might as well unload what little he had left into her waiting heated depths. He snarled into her neck, warning her what was coming. His shaft was beginning to go knumb with eminent climax, his testicles twitching. He rode the buildup and roarded as he hilted his whole length into her, orbs pressed against her, he sprayed his contents as deep as he could get.

Climbing down from his peak, he softly growled into her neck, still pressed into her. He held that position for a bit. Wanting to make sure he was fully emptied before slowly pulling back, his barbs catching on her walls. As his tip left her lips, a pearly string momentarily connected them before seperating. His daughter gave a satisfied huff as she rolled onto her back, her mound facing the stars. As she cavorted on the ground, kicking up small bits of tan dust, he turned his face towards pride rock. The twilight, now setting in, was accompanied by a few of the brighter stars that made up the band that would stretch diagonally across the night sky. He knew the others were waiting for him. They would not start eating without him. No doubt they all knew by now what he was doing and with whom he was spending the late hours with. As king, it was not a good look to make them wait too long before eating. After watching his daughter get back on her feet, a smile on her face, he motioned towards the formation and led the way.

It took a short time to get to the base where all members of the pride were gathered. On the ground in the center was a male gazelle and zebra colt. As soon as the king greeted his queen with a rub, he went to the colt. Using his teeth and claws, he ripped open the hide of its neck and tore a strip of tender muscle from its neck before giving the others permission to help themselves. For the next hour, the pride was busy dismembering and consuming the contents of their kill. Simba was with his queen at the head of the cult while Kiara was at the haunch of gazelle. She had consumed the males equipment as it was always packed with flavor, yet she felt awkward as she had just had her own fathers delicate shaft and orbs in her mouth as well. Still she did her best to act normal and ignore the sidelong glances and smirks of the other lionesses as they no doubt smelled her seeded and heated body. Above all else, she made sure to avoid her mother's eye and she quietly ate.

When the pride had finished both animals, all that was left was bone, sinew, and digestive track. Following their King and Queen's lead, they made their way up the formation to the cave within. The night scavengers would take care of what was left. At the base of the cave the pride settled in for the night. Some of the cubs were still roudy as their respective mothers quieted them with milk from their bodies. Kiara found herself looking at the group of lionesses. She imagined how soon, she would be one of them. A moment of nervousness came over her as she reflected on the fate she had chosen. Even if she wanted to take it back, there was no going back. She had been thoroughly seeded by her father and nothing could undo it. At this thought, her mother came up next to her. She felt her swollen sides bump against her as they both looked at the cubs being subdued. Still she did not look her mother in the eye, her nervousness mounting. Her mother broke the silence. "I think we should have a private word with your father...Come out side with us dear." With that, the queen made her way back outside with the king and their daughter in tow. When it was just them, she turned to face the new pair of lovers.

After a quick hesitation, she showed them both affection. Rubbing her neck against each in turn. From there she began to speak. "Its clear that you made your decision to remain with the pride and to accept your father as the source of your cubs." At this Kiara flattened her ears and looked apologetically at her mother. "I'm not mad" she continued. "I just hope that when your heat fades, you will not regret your decision." "I won't" Kiara said quietly. Despite her trepidations, she knew that her father was the only one for her. Her mother studied her for a few seconds before turning to her father. "Do you have anything to add, dear?" Her father paused. With a sideways glance at his daughter he considered his response. Then, in a neutral voice, he said "Our daughter is fully capable of making her own decisions. It was her that came to me. She had shown me that she is ready to accept her place as a full fledged member of the pride. As both a huntress and a soon to be mother, she is an asset to this pride that will prove to be irreplaceable. I put cubs in her knowing that she would do well in protecting and providing for them. Of this, i have no doubt." Kiara, filled with gratitude, got up and nuzzled her father. Purring into his mane, she added " It was my heart not my heat that chose father."

Nala considered the two of them. For a few seconds there was nothing but silence. "Okay" she suddenly said in a tone that spoke of acceptance. "Okay" she repeated in a gentle voice. "Then may you enjoy your heat with your father. May you have happy and healthy cubs... I for one, look forward to it." Nala smiled at the two of them before addressing her daughter again. " Once your heat is finished, you should spend your time with those nursing so you can help prepare for both of our cubs. I expect you to be by my side when i give birth to your siblings so that you are prepared for your own." Kiara excitedly agreed. Reflecting that it was the best plan forward.

Nala then paused watching her mate lick his daughter's neck. She knew that look. He clearly wanted some alone time with her before bed, so she bid them both goodnight and walked back into the rock formation.