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The Lion King - Everything The Light Touches

Chapter 32 - Simba's Guessing Game

by Mirri

It was becoming increasingly difficult to see anything in the moonless night. The undergrowth was too dense and after tripping over enough roots and vines and who knows what else, Nala finally gave up and found a tree to curl up underneath. The dampness of the jungle kept the environment insulated and a bit warmer during the night than the desert would have been. The lioness knew how to survive. This was not her first walk-about, after all. Nor her first time to get away from it all.

She was already missing everyone; it was so lonely out here and the journey had brought back a lot of old memories from when she was young and ran away from Scar, leaving her family, friends and everything she knew behind to find help.

Only this time she needed help with something else and it was not because there was trouble in the pride again. Well, actually it was, in a way. But she was the cause of it.

She had kept reminding herself that Sarabi was absolutely right. Nala could not keep on monopolizing the company of the only two males in the pride, there were many other lionesses pining for their attention. They all had to share and be shared if they were to avoid all that social friction, which only kept building and building over time.

There certainly had been a lot of that in the past few months, come to think of it. Lots of growling and small fights breaking out over silly things like 'the usual spot' at the waterhole. Lots of tension between the females.

On the other paw it had brought them more to eat than usual because everyone had started taking chances and running off on solo hunts in the middle of a concerted effort, just to vent some of their frustration. They came home with more scratches and scars than usual, and it would only have been a matter of time before someone had been seriously injured.

Nala sighed and licked her whiskers to drink the dew that was gathering on them. Even with the sparse starlight struggling to get through the canopy overhead, her sharp feline eyes could still see the night mist drift slowly through the jungle. All the trees looked scary with long, jagged branches and gaping holes in the trunks here and there, but Nala was immune to it. She had been terrified the first few weeks she was forced to live in places like this all alone, but it did not bother her anymore. The lack of company was much more distracting than anything else. She had to talk to trees and bushes just to feel like she was socializing.

Socializing. Hmm.

Being the Queen, she realized now that the others had probably gone out of their way to shield her from most of the petty arguments and small fights that had occurred recently. She had not been directly involved in anything mostly because no one dared go up against the Queen, not even those cheeky young Outlander lionesses. Nala commanded a certain amount of respect from everyone around her, certainly owed in no small part to her beauty and her hunting skills. One word from her and anyone could be banished to the borderlands for a week or more. No one to talk to, left to fend for themselves. Even the most rebellious teenlioness was quick to learn the value of the camaraderie, safety and teamwork of a pride after that.

Ironically enough, so had Nala now. Stumbling about in the jungle in the middle of the night was not her idea of fun. Alright, so maybe she was growing complacent or whatever you might want to call it. Her desire to get away from it all and 'be herself' had officially lasted three days now. She needed to get back to her family. Lesson learned.

Nala yawned and put her tail over her muzzle to curl up and preserve her bodyheat. She promised herself she would try not to over-indulge in her privileged position at the cost of the Pride's social health anymore. At least it was her hope that she would be more aware of it next time if she made herself a little oath like this.

It would have to do. Tomorrow, she was going home.

* * * * * * *

Pride Rock was visible in the distance. As it had been for the past four hours. It was well into the afternoon when Nala was walking back, feeling lighter on her feet already. It would be so good to see everyone again.

Just then, a movement caught her eye near the edge of the north grove. She paused, slipped into hunting mode automatically, and started stalking towards the rustling bushes with her body crouched halfway to the ground. The grass tickled her belly, but she ignored it, fully focused on her target.

Before she could get within hunting distance of the grove she heard a few chuffs coming from directly ahead. It was a leonine formal greeting.. sounded like a young male. Nala stopped and slowly sat up in the grass, spotting a golden-furred adolescent ahead of her. She was wrong about the gender, apparently, since the feline had no mane.

The Queen chuffed back in a disarming manner, indicating her own peaceful intentions. Probably just a rogue who wanted to chat, or maybe introduce herself to the ruler of the land.

The young one approached her and came within a comfortable sniffing distance, whereupon Nala immediately discovered that it was a male after all. The beginning tufts of his manefur were just not visible at a distance, yet his size almost made that seem out of place. He was big enough to have a colored mane, one would think.

"I'm Nala, Queen of the Pridelands." She introduced herself. Normally she got a humble bow or something out of that, but the young one just lit up in a grin.

"Oh good! I've been looking all over for ya. You're supposed to come visit Tungora."

Not exactly the most elegant envoy. Nala regarded him coldly for a few moments. Such a cheeky attitude too. No groveling, no awe, no anything. He did not even introduce himself before addressing her. What a runt.

"Tungora has sought an audience with me?" Nala tried to remain somewhat aloof. She did not expect any submission from her pridesisters, but foreigners was a different matter entirely.

"Uhh.. yeah. He'd like you to come visit. Says he din't get to see ya at all when you weren't there."

Certainly the young one meant no disrespect, he was just not very well-trained in how to talk formally with strange lions, but it still made Nala's teeth grind. Not exactly the best messenger Tungora could have sent to look for her. She eventually just sighed and gave up any form of royal conduct. It was simply lost on the young male, apparently.

Nala looked back at Pride Rock in the distance and felt her mind sway a bit between her options here. She was not sure if she should go to Tungora's place right now, it was at least a full day's travel from here and she had already been gone from her own Pride for a long time. At least that was what it felt like to her. But then again, if Tungora had been visiting for the past few days, no one would even have had the time to think about her. Not with that commanding presence of his, they would all be wanting to talk to him and hear about his pride.

And she could not deny that she was eager to see him again.

"Very well... Tell him I will meet him at the borderlands in two days." Nala still wanted to at least spend a night with her family before wandering off again.

"Are you his scout?" She looked the young male over with a calculating expression. He was slender and athletic. Not too much muscle, but he looked like a good runner. Strong hindquarters.

"Oh, uh.. yeah, I think so. He told me to wait here till you came back. I've been livin' off frogs here, they taste awful." He stuck out his tongue and shook his head. The Queen could not help but be amused at the energetic spirit of the adolescent and she quickly forgot all about how insulted she was supposed to be. Still she wondered why Tungora would leave someone this inexperienced, and frankly quite bumbling, behind. There had to be a good reason.

"What's your name?" She walked closer to the lion and started to circle him.

"I'm Chana." The male grinned and swished his tail. It was right at that point Nala got a very strong suspicion about why Tungora had chosen him to watch for her.

She moved around to his front and gave a quirky smile.

"Nice to meet you, Chana. Please sit. Did Tungy give you any other instructions?"

"About what?" Chana smiled in a friendly manner and sat down as instructed. This pretty much removed all doubt in Nala's mind. The moment the male reclined on his hindquarters, his sheath spilled a full inch of his red malehood out of the top. It was peeking lewdly and being tickled by his bellyfur whenever he inhaled. As far as she could tell it was not because he was aroused at the moment either, his sheath was just naturally too small to hold all of that inside when he sat down. He most definitely had the over-endowment gene of the Tungora bloodline.

"You're sure he didn't say anything about what a sucker I am for hung lionboys?" She decided to end the little charade.

"He might've mentioned that.." Chana's grin lit up his face in a distinctly mischievous manner that looked far too deliberate for him to be an innocent accessory in all this.

"You rascal. You were playing me all along." Nala giggled and gave his muzzle a playful swat with her paw.

"Daddy said you'd like that. He also said I should give you the choice of either blowing me before or after I've mounted you." The young lion reached down with a paw to grab his sheath and started stroking himself off, growing an erection right in front of the staring lioness.

"Mmm, decisions, decisions..." The female tapped her chin in thought and watched as the exposed lioncock expanded rapidly before her eyes, spurred on by her inviting mood and the boy's own paw.

"Why don't you ride me a few times and then we'll see if I'm hungry?" Nala purred in her sweetest voice and saw the young male rise to his paws, licking his chops.

"Sounds good to me.. lift your tail." Chana dropped his fully engorged malehood, feeling the weight of it as it swayed between his hindlegs when he stepped up behind the female. She was a bit bigger than him in body size, but there was no doubt he had the hindmuscles to please her. Repeatedly.

The whole nervousness and stumbling over words must have been an act, she thought, because his current behavior led her to believe that he was experienced beyond his years.

His teeth set into her neckscruff and his hindpaws kicked up grass from either side of the female until they found purchase in the dirt beneath. He did not want to slip in the middle of it.

"Now tell your stud where you want it." A brief poke of his cocktip to the female's tailhole sent an unmistakable signal.

Nala bit her lower lip. He was waaaay too informed about her, Tungora had really planned this meticulously. She knew herself well enough to realize that regardless of her decision now, it would not be long before she would be begging for it in her tail anyway. However, her careful considerations were all for naught, because apparently the little *mewl* she had just made gave away everything to the male's sharpened senses.

"Mmmm.. so it *is* true." He purrchuckled with obvious excitement in his voice.

"Y-Yes." It was all Nala could think of saying, her tailbase was already twitching anxiously.

"Let's find out if you can take the whole thing up there."

Nala bared her teeth with a hiss when the young lion pushed forward with no consideration for her comfort. He just grinned even wider at her reaction.

"Am I hung enough for you, Nala?" He *rowled* in her ear and gave a buck of his hips that squeezed another two inches of throbbing catcock up her snug little tailhole.

"M-More than enough!" She gasped and clawed at the ground.

"Daddy will be glad to hear that... he even said you'd beg for it like a hungry cub, is that true?" There was a certain hint of viciousness in the lionboy's voice. He was enjoying this a lot, especially since all that his father had told him had come true so far. He could barely believe that the Queen would degrade herself to such humiliating debauchery, but here they were.

"Y-Yes.. oh, yes.. push it all in, tailfuck me till you cum in my rump. Stuff me and make me squeal for more." Nala pleaded, lifting up her rear only to have it smacked down by the lustful lionboy's hard thrusts.

"As you wish..."

* * * * * * *

Simba woke up early that morning. The sun had not even crossed the horizon and even towards the east the stars were still visible. It was dark, but there was just more excitement in the air than usual and despite the physical exhaustion of the last few days, he could not sleep for more than a few hours at a time. Even though the guests had already left, he felt as if something new and exciting was going to happen at any moment, which just made him feel restless since, well.. since nothing was actually happening.

He woke up again in the same place where he had fallen asleep - not in the Pride Rock sleeping cavern as usual, but out here in the forest a bit off to the side of the big monument.

He smiled softly at the two lionesses who had snuggled up against him to keep him warm during the night, and he leaned over to gently kiss Nafasi who lay there on his right side. They had been very helpful at getting him to fall asleep last night after the guests had left. He distinctly remembered feeling their hindlegs squeeze his head on both sides and them squealing his name as he ate them out one by one. Simba licked his muzzle at the memory and could still taste them on his breath.

"Mmm.. lionesspussy.." He whispered, mostly to himself, and ran a paw slowly down her uneven belly.

Nafasi stirred in her sleep and mumbled a little when she was rolled gently off the male's chest and onto her side next to him as he untangled himself from both. He left the other lioness to herself on the left side, and inched himself down far enough to drag his coarse tongue up the row of nipples on Nafasi's bared underbelly.

She twitched her hindleg a little and grunted, finally waking up when she felt Simba nurse on one of her teats. The female looked down through bleary, sleep-ridden eyes and just giggled at the silly lion.

The male suckled firmly and felt the nub stiffen between his lips as did the other small pink mounds that his paw brushed back and forth across while he was amusing himself.

"Mmm, did you have fun last night?" Simba left her nipple covered with saliva and throbbing a bit, before moving down to the next one and repeating the nursing motions. A strong purr rose from the female's belly.

"You were.. amazing." She sounded a bit out of breath, but judging by her twitching tail she was probably just trying to cope with the intimate caress she was getting now.

Simba purrchuckled and brushed his paw down the row of teats again, this time letting it move farther and slip between her hindlegs. He made her inhale with a sharp gasp when she felt a thick pawtoe push into her tight little slit, and Simba just calmly continued to play with her teat as if nothing had happened.

"You did very well.. I'll have to let you suck me off again soon." He had paused for moment to shift his attention down to the lower row.

Nafasi blushed and unwittingly licked around her muzzletip to taste the crust of dried seed on her cheeks and around her lips at the same time that an internal heat burned hotter in her loins from the way he teased her.

The pawtoe pulled out of her sex, having gathered some moisture from her insides and it began rubbing circles around her lowest teat, wetting it in the same manner his tongue was doing just beside it.

It was a tough decision for the lion to make. He had a willing lioness with him right here, but it was also still a dark morning and there was a chance that he could get away with some of the things he normally could not, since he was usually the last lion to wake up every morning.

Simba finally pulled himself back and smacked his lips. He winked at Nafasi who looked up at him with wide, expectant eyes, and he leaned down to plant a kiss on her nose.

"I'll see you later today. Sleep well. You'll need it." He did his best not to make her feel like she was just being brushed off to the side, but he really had no reason to be this cautious. Most every lioness apart from his closest family were almost expecting to be put 'on hold' at any moment; they were happy just to share a few rare moments alone with their King.

Simba went off in search of the rest of the pride and Nafasi just sighed longingly as she watched him leave before she rolled over and cuddled up with her sleeping pridesister.

* * * * * * *

The darkness made it difficult to make out any details in the Pride Rock cave. The King had to rely on his nose to find the lioness he was looking for. It took a while of tip-toeing around and trying not to step on any tails, legs, heads, paws or other limbs that lay strewn around the sleeping cave.

Eventually he found Kiara in a pile of other lionesses. He reached over to poke her belly and her shoulder a few times until she began grunting in irritation and waking up a bit.

"Hey, Kiara.. come here." He whispered as low as he could. It took a few tries, but his daughter eventually got up and in a concerted effort they managed navigate out of the quicksand-like crowd of lionesses that they kept sinking into. He took the sleepy-eyed liongirl with him, guiding her around all the tails and legs until they were on their way down the side of Pride Rock.

Not exactly the most graceful kidnapping ever, but he had at least managed to get her to himself without waking up everyone else.

* * * * * * *

The stars to the east had disappeared and the sky was getting more blue by the minute in that direction. Sunrise was not far away.

The Lion King led her to the southern meadow, the spot where the big orgy had taken place. They had had a sort of goodbye orgy last night just before Tungora and his party left for home again. It was a good way to bond with everyone and Simba had brought a few of the highest-ranking lionesses to have fun with and enjoy Tungora and his group for one last time.

He led Kiara out there and she woke up a little more along the way, noticing the almost dizzying smell of lionsex that still hung heavy in the air.

"Wha're we doin' out here?" She wiped her eyes with a paw to try and get the sleep out of them.

Simba just turned around, sat down in front of her and then pressed his muzzle against hers in a kiss. She was surprised at first, but the lure to close her eyes and just disengage her brain quickly won over. Kiara sat down as well, with her head angled upwards and her lips parted to accept her father's tongue slithering through her muzzle. It was a lot more intimate than a father-daughter kiss ought to be, but she was getting used to these brief outbursts of lust from the King whenever they were alone.

Simba just blatantly enjoyed her. He enjoyed her scent, her little mrrring sounds, the way her tail swished behind her, the way her tongue responded at being poked with his own, but most of all the taste of many different lions and lionesses still in her mouth from last night.

Their lips became wet as more saliva built up and was exchanged between them, and they moved their heads side to side every so often, gaining a new angle and starting their passionate tonguekiss all over again each time.

Suddenly Simba felt her forepaw reach in between his spread hindlegs and start to stroke his sheath. Oh yes, she was a well-trained little Princess.

He pulled his head back and licked his lips slowly, looking down at his girl's paw on his sheath that was helping his morning erection come to full fruition.

"That's right, mommy isn't around so it's your duty to keep the King happy."

Kiara giggled cutely and tilted her head to the side, her paw squeezing the male's big sheath a little harder. How he loved the sensation of her pawtoes around his girthy sleeve like that.

"Let's play a little game, sweetie," he said with an air of confidentiality. His large paw reached up to hold her neck and guide her downwards.

Kiara just smiled and closed her eyes, opening up her muzzle and thinking she was about to suck him off as usual, but right before her lips reached her paw he suddenly stepped back and out of her reach. His paw remained in place as he quickly made his way around her side and kept pushing her head down right into a puddle of cum from last night. The spot he had chosen to sit down was no coincidence.

Simba side-stepped his way around her and straddled his liongirl's rump in a somewhat awkward attempt at keeping her head down while mounting her from behind, but he managed to pull it off.

"Guess who this is." He tried to keep from just bursting out with laughter at this new game. This was going to be so much fun.

Kiara was confused at first, snorting and trying to wipe her wet nose, but the prompt, unannounced penetration of thick liondick up her sex suddenly made her gasp and swallow some of the seed in the grass.

"So, who is it?" Simba asked with an eerie calm as he shoved himself back and forth in his daughter's tight slit.

She had already tasted the puddle the first time she went down and she had known the answer to the question, but she had just refused to believe that her own father would actually be doing something this depraved with her, so she had had her reservations about answering. With her entire focus moving to her nether regions, which made her spine tingle with pleasure, the sudden intense distraction of being mated sort of removed most of her higher brain functions, as well as her inhibitions about answering.

"Mmm.. oooh. It's.. mm, it's me and Tungy." She groaned and tried to get her face out of the sticky puddle, which merely caused her to push back and allowed her dad to get even deeper.

"Oh yeah, you're nice and wet inside." He purred and buried his cock in her sweet teenpussy, feeling the warmth and slipperiness of lionseed from last night that had been kept fresh inside.

"So much cum in here that isn't mine." Simba mused and ignored her little whines.

"Yeah, you're daddy's little slut, aren't you? You'll let any lion fuck you if daddy tells you to."

"Mmmmn! ..yes, daddy."

"Now tell me who claimed you last night." The male licked his chops repeatedly and heated little chuffs of breath washed over the girl's ears as he sped up.

"Tungy.. Ratir, and Kovu." The lioness panted and dug her claws a little deeper into the soil. She could feel the intensity of the male's thrusts swiftly increase; he wanted her with all his soul.

"That's right. I didn't claim you, and do you know why?"

"W-Why's that?" She felt her heart racing as the thick shaft pumped her loins.

"Because last night you were for our guests to use. I didn't want it to look like their host wouldn't share and was simply trying to get you all to myself. What do you think the other lions would have thought if they saw the King fuck his own daughter's sloppy lil' twat all night, hmm?" Simba was loving his pre-lubed girl. It felt so naughty to fuck her in the seed of several other males.

Kiara could feel her father's fluffy mane tickle her neck, brushing up and down along with the rest of his softer bellyfur on her back. His hindlegs squeezed her rear on both sides to keep her in place and to aim himself properly since the lustful beat of his hindquarters would sometime cause his entire pussy-slickened shaft to fall out of her, so he needed to pierce through her sex again immediately after without skipping a thrust.

"You like my mane." It was a simple statement made in the lion's deep voice, which at the moment had taken on a sensual quality that could make females swoon. Especially those that were already getting nailed by him.

"Yeah." Kiara doubted it was a difficult thing to guess. No one had to be a mind-reader to pick up on the signals when two lions were in this current state of lust. Nature made sure that every emotion would be apparent to their partner. That social filter every lioness built up had a tendency to disappear when they were squealing in ecstasy between the hindlegs of a studly lion.

"Even as a cub *huff* ..you pulled it and cuddled in it."

Kiara could not deny the soothing sensation it gave her now, either. The rhythmic brushing and tickling against her neck and shoulders made her feel safe somehow. It was a sign of protection, that the male would take care of her no matter what.

Of course, Simba was more than happy to lean down a bit more and let his fluffy fur keep his daughter docile and not struggling so much while he fucked her.

Plugging the young female like this and pushing out the seed that several males had worked so hard at putting inside her, lent a certain extra level of arousal to this as well. Simba could feel the adolescent's rear widen a bit and push against his thighs from the sheer girth of what he slammed home in her every time. However, filling her to the brim like this also caused pressure on her insides, and Simba could feel some of that warm goo ooze out under her tail and down over his piston of a liondick hammering her several times a second.

"Who came the most under your tail?" He gruffed in an urgent tone that clearly revealed he was nearing his own climax.

"Ratir.. Ratir liked my rump a lot."

"Really? And were you a good little tailbitch for him? Did you let him drain his nuts in your wrong hole?" His own words spurred him on, causing him to hump his little girl faster and harder with every passing moment. It would not take long now.

"Yes, daddy. All he wanted, oooOoh..! He was so rough, he wouldn't stop."

"That's my girl." Simba praised her and kissed her between the ears.

"Now don't worry, daddy'll breed you proper first, but I promise you I'll let you take my next load in your tailhole."

* * * * * * *

Kovu woke up spooning Vitani with one forepaw between her hindlegs. They too had found a quiet place to fall asleep in at some point after the orgy had ended, somewhere away from the cave where the rest of the pride had slept.

The sun was rising slowly above the horizon and the first rays of daylight was what had awakened them both. They had picked a lousy spot for sleeping late; it was hard to ignore the stark sunlight right here in the short grass with no shade from trees, hills, rocks or anything. That was mostly Kovu's fault, however. The two giddy lions - high on the afterglows from their time with Tungora, Simba and all the others - had been chasing each other for fun and Kovu had pounced on his sister in the grass right out here in the open, and just rode her like a demented bunny till they both passed out.

The very thought brought a smile to the adolescent's face now. The lioness' hindlegs were closed together around the brown paw and even though Kovu tried to pull it away gently it still woke her up. She wriggled her rump against his package and purrrrred sleepily.

"Again, Kovu. Paw me again." Her hindlegs spread out more and invited the male's paw to return.

Kovu looked down at his paw, which was already caked with invisible, dried up female juices that matted his fur. He just chuckled and kissed Vitani on the cheek before he got up.

"Maybe after you've washed off, sis."

"You haven't complained before." She turned her head to grin back up at him.

"And you haven't had the seed of four lions in your rear before either."

"Pleeeeease?" She purred pleadingly, "Just a quickie? You can take me in any hole you like."

"I did. We all did, just last night. Go wash off in the river and then maybe I'll let you have some more."

Vitani murmured something to herself and rolled over, finally getting on her paws as well. She could barely suppress a yawn that spread instantly to her brother, and after that they went their separate ways - she for the river and he for his usual morning walk. It was with some pride he noted how she limped along. He could always tell he had had a good time when his lionesses were limping the next day.

* * * * * * *

The noises was what drew him to the meadow, because usually no one was up at this early hour so he had to investigate. That, and he was curiosity to see what the place would look like in daylight. He imagined they had left quite a mess.

When he poked his head into the clearing in the middle of the tall sea of grass, however, he was much less occupied with the small pools, stripes of white and patches of wet grass that were to be found all over, and much more focused on his mate lapping at one of those puddles and mewling while her dad was blissfully pounding away. By the looks of it he was enjoying himself very much, each of his thrusts lifted the much smaller female from the ground and made her have to push back to avoid being shoved forward right through the sticky puddle in front of her.

Kovu stood there, stunned for a moment when he saw Simba bite into his mate's neckscruff, lift her whole body up and with only a bit of help walk her over to another puddle, and then drop her down in it to resume humping. Apparently she was being dragged around to the pools one by one.

"Oooh, oh daddy! Mmm.. mmm.. that's Ratir and Tani." She panted, her muzzletip stained white with cum from the pools she was being made to taste whenever her head was pushed into them by Simba's big paw on her neck.

Kovu had just walked in on the two of them, but what was he doing to do? Simba was the King after all, and could do whatever he wanted.

"Mornin' Kovu. Did you have fun last night?" Simba smiled over at him, completely unfazed by the fact that his son-in-law had caught him making rough love to his own daughter.

"Oh yes, the twins were grrreat." His eyes glazed over a little at the memories from last night still fresh in his mind. Seeing Simba in this dominant position was a clear contrast to last night. The young Prince could not help but smile inwardly as he recalled how the golden lion had been lying on his back last night, fully erect and squirting precum over his own belly while he took Tungora's cock in his muzzle to suck on and kept both his forepaws busy jerking on the shafts of Ratir and Kovu himself. It was hard to forget the blissful expression Simba had on his face when Tungora pulled out and all three of them in concert shot their cum all over the King's face and chest. The fresh white ropes had seeped into Simba's mane even as he kept pawing off the two young Princes and let them empty their loads in his red fur. His mane was a complete mess and Kiara and Vitani had just giggled from the sidelines as they watched the boys have fun. After that they had placed Vitani's head between the golden King's hindlegs and had her service him till he finished off in her muzzle, and Kovu had gotten a chance to show the two Northlanders how willing his sister was to take it in the tail.

"Excuse me a moment." Simba's words snapped the lionboy back to the present to see the King hunched over Kiara and holding her neckfur in his maw while speeding up. Her mrewling cries only served as a catalyst for her father's lust and with a loud *chuff* he finally came in his daughter.

The lion let go of her and began grooming her neck and between her ears while making a strange combination of purring and panting at the same time. His balls jiggled and bounced behind him, emptying load after hot load of lioncum into the girl's sex. The first orgasm in the morning was always the best.

Simba lay purring and relaxing, letting the afterglow flow over him before he pulled himself free and dismounted the adolescent.

"Mmm.. that was good. Feel free to continue." He grinned at Kovu, his eyes still glazed over a bit as he flomped down on his side and lay there to regain his breath.

Kovu was hesitant at first. Normally the two males only had fun with lionesses in private, the occasional orgy being an exception of course. His only trouble was that Kiara looked so incredibly delicious like that - groaning, panting and with cum running down the backs of her hindlegs to her paws. She looked just like last night when he took her and Ratir - that cheeky lion - climbed onto his back to hump him at the same time. Kovu was not sure how many had actually noticed the spontaneous threesome, because everyone was pretty busy with someone else at the time. There was no denying that Ratir came from a larger pride with many brothers; that boy knew how to fuck a male, no doubt about that. Kovu could still feel the ache of the bitemark on his ear from when Ratir had whispered sweet nothings to him and then bit him to distract from the first shove of his barbed cock up the other lionboy's tight behind.

"Gotta be quick while mommy isn't around to see us." Simba grinned from ear to ear and was pleased to see Kovu finally mount his daughter and resume pretty much where he left off; there was a certain satisfaction in watching an adolescent male getting his crotch soaked in the nutjuice of the dominant lion of the pride. He settled there on his side, watching the two youngsters bang each other with somewhat less finesse, but with greater eagerness.

Yet, no one had thought that he would actually resume *everything* Simba had been doing, so it came as a surprise to the female when Kovu forced her head down in another patch of cum-soaked grass.

"So, who's this?"

"Mrf! This's Tungy and Tani." Kiara spat out a few strands of grass. Despite her tight squeezes back there, Kovu was humping her easily in the over-abundance of Simba's slick seed, making it gush out of her and down her inner hindlegs.

Kiara found herself being pushed around and made to taste and identify a few more puddles, all the while watching her dad reach down to his sheath and paw off to the sight of his daughter and her boyfriend romping right in front of him. That first session with her apparently had not slowed him down.

"Not too sticky for you?" He leered up at Kovu.

"Naaw, she's great." Kovu grinned and humped the teenage lioness' soggy little cunt with unrestrained fervor. He reached over to the side with a paw, put it in another wad on the ground and held it in front of Kiara's muzzle to lick and sample.

"And this?"

"Simba and.. one of the twins." She had not been intimate enough with them to be able to tell them apart, but she did know that it was a foreign taste.

"Ahh, just what I was looking for." Kovu followed Simba's example from what he saw when he first entered. He hooked a foreleg down around the female's belly and lifted her up, letting her ascend from her crouch just a bit and allowing her to help out so they could both walk forward somewhat awkwardly. The lion was standing up fully and just sort of pushed the female along underneath him until they were at the right spot. He then put his weight down on her again and made her fall onto her belly, only this time with her face landing in the pool.

"Why don't you drink up your daddy's spooge?" He gave a wicked grin and pushed his mate's head down with a forepaw as he resumed humping her. One paw was on the back of her head, making sure she dipped her nosepad in the slimy stuff and the other held her down by her shoulder so he could rise up higher and enjoy the sight.

Kiara growled at the humiliating treatment and glared back up at the lionboy on her back, but she did as she was told, obediently licking up the pool in the grass and tasting Simba and the twins while Kovu enjoyed the show. He reached down to get another pawful of the liquid and then smeared it over the girl's face, which only made her even more annoyed. Even her tail had been caught and lifted up behind her by Kovu's own brown one that had snaked around it.

The King was admittedly shocked at this blatant cumplay and pawed himself off faster, watching the pure naughtiness take place a few feet from him as his daughter licked up his cum from the ground. His sheath began making wet noises with each pump of his paw as his flow of precum returned by observing how the sleek bodies of the two teenagers kept grinding against each other with unmistakable passion. The muscular, brown-furred Outlander grunted as he rocked back and forth, doing most of the work, and the light cream color of his daughter became obscured by flexing muscles and a flowing dark mane as her body moved in reaction to the male's thrusts.

"I don't think she likes it.. she prefers to get it straight from the source." He commented in his continuing harassment of the poor liongirl.

"Rrr.. who can blame her?" Simba mrowled in a seductive tone and spread his hindlegs out more when his daughter glanced over in his direction. He made sure she could see precisely how aroused he was, clenching that fat liondick in his paw and teasing her senses with the musky scent and the preseed dribbling from his tip all over his paw and onto the ground. It made her mouth water just seeing her hung daddy show himself off like that. She wanted that thing in her muzzle so badly.

"Looks like I'd better *mmm* hurry up, before your daddy makes a mess you have to clean up from the ground again." Kovu hissed softly in her ears and bit down on the edge of her left one, making her mrewl out. He was apparently quite turned on by watching the show as well and before the lioness could finish her thought he roared out his pleasure and emptied an entire night's worth of thick liongoo up her sex before dismounting her unceremoniously.

"Thanks, love." Kovu chuffed and walked off to where he could lie down on his side and let the afterglow dull his senses. He loved that feeling.

Kiara rolled over on her back and heaved for breath, which was about the time that her father decided it was his turn again. Simba stepped up over her, one forepaw on either side of her shoulders and with her spread hindlegs at his waist.

He mrrrrowed and stood there, flexing his belly and showing off to the smaller female who was mostly preoccupied with staring at his big red cock that hung from his sheath, stiff and ready. The sharp tip dripped precum down on her lower bellyfur already.

"You like watching that, don't you?" He mrowled and licked his lips, noticing her curious eyes looking down at the massive monster swinging between his hindlegs.

"Uh huh." The young lioness grinned and snuck a hindpaw up to his crotch to caress the underside of her daddy's maleness, lifting it to feel the weight.

"I bet it makes your loins warm when you see me like this." Simba narrowed his eyes and gave a flick of his tail, rumbling contently while his daughter's hindpaw groped his shaft and made streams of precum seep through her pawtoes and down her ankle.

"Your mommy always rolls over when I do this. She knows her duties."

Kovu watched the King lick his lips slowly while looking over his young daughter. How could any male resist such a playfully slutty liongirl?

"I've felt you at night.. sneaking over and rubbing my sheath just to see how big daddy gets." Simba smirked down at her. He was not entirely sure it was true, but judging by the way she suddenly blushed, he surmised she had done that at least a few times.

She reached up with both forepaws into the Lion King's red mane and began dragging her claws through it over and over, combing through the thick fur. This sort of attention always made Simba all melty and purry, and he just stood there and relished in the wonderful mane grooming he was getting. It was a trick she had learned from Nala.

Kiara licked at the mess that had been smeared on her muzzle and sprawled out so she could hug her daddy with all four legs when he crouched down over her so their bellies touched. She could not help but giggle at all the fluffy fur that now tickled her entire bared underside.

"Tell Kovu how it feels." He whispered as he started pressing his pointy cocktip into his daughter's tailpucker, as he had promised her earlier.

"OOH! You gonna mate me in the tail, daddy?" Kiara gasped in mock-surprise, which made Kovu blink and suddenly regain interest in the scene unfolding before him.

"Mm, yeah.. gotta make sure you don't get too tight back there." Simba wedged his mammoth cock deeper with a wet slurping sound, forcing some of Ratir's cum out of there as his fat tool filled his daughter's tight little backdoor.

This time Kovu was the one watching from the sidelines and panting to regain his breath while the other two went at it. The lioness inhaled quickly and hugged both her forelegs around Simba's neck so she could cling to his mane and seek comfort in it.

"So cute." He purred, "You can't get enough of my mane.. mmm, or my cock.. but what about, my barbs?" He pulled back abruptly, making the poor girl wince at the sensation of those spines being yanked the wrong way through her tailring.

"S-sharp barbs!" Kiara whined in a high-pitched tone.

"That's right. Your daddy's a big stud and your boyfriend loves to watch you get rumpplowed, doesn't he?"

Kovu returned Simba's wide grin and nodded his head, stepping closer. As the male on top rushed into the humping motions, Kiara's breathing became erratic, hyperventilating.

"Relax, sweetie. Or this'll hurt a lot more in the morning." Simba smiled almost wickedly and kissed her on the nose.

Kovu dipped his paw in a patch a bit further away and stepped up to offer it to Kiara's muzzle. She suckled his pawtoes and then let it go again.

"Sarafina and Tungy." She declared and hissed at a particularly rough thrust up her rump. That one must have hurt.

Simba groaned at the slick sensation of smearing his cock in Ratir's seed inside his daughter's snug little tailhole. It was just amazingly easy to take her like this, she could not at all resist him by squeezing her tailring together, her whole backtunnel was just too slippery to keep any male out. He leaned down over her, feeling the claws in his shoulders from the desperate liongirl.

"Who's my little kitten?" He whisper-growled in her ear.

"Oh ohh.. I am, daddy."

"And what will my lil' kitten do for her daddy?"

"Anything..!" Kiara whimpered, starting to feel the burning soreness of her abused little tailhole. It always hurt a lot before the numbness set in, all she had to do was endure it.

"That's good, because when I'm done with you in a moment, your boyfriend will want to take you too. You can already see how jealous he looks. He wants to pound your tight little cubstar, and when he does, I want you to come before him so we can all see what a naughty little tailslut you are."

"Y-Yes, daddy." She would have agreed to anything at this point.

"MMmmr, I'm almost there. Come Kovu, have your balls licked while you warm up."

Kovu stepped up in front of the two rutting lions, sticking partway out of his sheath already, and he faced away when he squatted down to have his heavy orbs groomed by the panting, groaning liongirl.

"Sounds good. I haven't had a good sac-licking in a while." He grinned.

Kiara obediently licked the fuzzy brown balls of her mate when they were shoved in her face, feeling his sheath rub her nose as she was pushed back and forth from the fierce jabs of her daddy. Watery precum dripped from Kovu's cocktip down onto her forehead and she tried to move away, but the male just backed up to follow her. She got him to *mrowf* and step away after nipping his sac a few times. Not about to be denied a good licking, Kovu just turned around to *slap* her cheek with his wet erection as payback. It was all in good fun, and her facial expression after that was just priceless.

Simba leaned over and put his head on Kovu's shoulder, lowering his voice so his daughter right below the two of them could not hear.

"Use your barbs. Make her cry." There was that undertone of wickedness in Simba's voice again and Kovu could not help but grin sheepishly.

He took a few steps back and observed how his mate's father bent over her, clamped his maw around her throat and snarled when he spewed a heavy load of lionspunk up her rearhole. Even amidst her wailing and the gushes of seed that continuously poured out of her already fully stuffed rump, Simba insisted on emptying it all in her guts and force it deeper despite the fact that most of it just made a mess of her rump and his own groin.

This had turned into a very interesting morning.

* * * * * * *

Nala found her mate taking a nap under the big tree behind Pride Rock. It was almost evening by now, but the King was already sound asleep. The last few days had finally caught up with him.

She smiled and walked over next to him, leaning down and purring while giving him a nuzzle. Even if Simba was too lazy to get up, he at least made an approving grunt when he saw who it was.

"I've missed you, Nala." He reached up with a foreleg and pulled his mate down next to him when she stuck her head forward. The female cuddled up with her back against the lion's belly and all four legs of his hooked around her to hold her close. She loved the sensation of his lush red mane cushioning her neck and tickling her ears a bit in this position. The scents of Tungora, Kovu, a few females she did not recognize, and - most recently - Kiara, were all over him despite his bath earlier.

"Did I miss all the fun?" She grinned and curled her tail up around his.

"Mmm, I'm afraid you did." Simba half-mumbled without opening his eyes and without using too much energy to talk. He was quick to doze off again in that state of semi-sleep.

They lay there silently in the grass for a while, just relaxing and being lazy.

"I just came home for a day. I'll be leaving again... if that's okay with you?"

"Mm-hmm." Simba exhaled slowly behind her.

"Simba? Are you listening to me?" She tried to turn her head far enough to look at her mate's face behind her, but managed only to see him out the corner of her eye.

"Mm-hmm." He repeated in the exact same absent-minded tone.

Nala sighed and turned back, "Nevermind. I'll leave a message with Kiara."

* * * * * * *

When evening fell and the Sun was just about to go away for the night, Nala wormed her way out of her mate's embrace and went to talk to her daughter briefly to inform her that she would be gone for a few days more.

"Oh, where're you going?" Kiara tilted her head, evidently sad to see her mother leave again so soon. The only one who knew she had been back for a few hours already was the sleeping King.

"Just resuming where I left off. I only came back to check up on all of you." Nala gave a soothing nuzzle to Kiara's cheek to hopefully cheer her up a little.

"By the way, have you seen Sarabi? I've been trying to find her."

"Oh, she went to visit Tungy when they went home. She'll be back sometime." Kiara explained and sat down to casually groom her forepaw.

"Is that so?" Nala raised an eyebrow at the message. It would seem that the old girl beat her to it. But she *had* been invited and all, would be stupid not to show up.

Nala nuzzled her goodbyes and did her best to avoid the usual gathering places of everyone on her way out. There was no reason to get caught up in socializing, no one really needed to know she had been home at all, apart from her mate and daughter. She headed north towards the borderlands with the Moon as her only guide and companion. At least until she reached her destination, Nala hoped.