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This story was created in a collaborative effort between Mirri and The Revenant. The original idea was inspired by the picture ["Playing Daddy"](%5C). It is reposted here with the artist's permission. (Thanks a lot for letting me borrow it! ;)

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The Lion King - ...A Pride, All Our Own

Once A Queen, Always A Queen

by Mirri & The Revenant

Simba lay dozing in the sun, legs twitching as the tall grass tickled his feet, completely oblivious to his mother's tawny figure winding its way through the grass towards him. In fact, he was oblivious to pretty much everything save the warm sun on his belly and the beautiful lioness in his dream with her head between his hindlegs and, as his mother took a seat next to him, his only thoughts were of releasing his seed into the wet, wanting muzzle in his imagination.

Sarabi looked over her son fondly and sighed a bit. A typical male lion - when he was not actually making love to a lioness, he was dreaming about doing it. From her vantage point there was little doubt what was happening in his sleep and yet she found it difficult not to stare at his large, red cock laying bared against his pale underside. It was twitching in his sleep, a shiny drop of precum glistening against his bellyfur in the noon sun. Actually, she found it so hard not to stare at him that by the time she had finally managed to convince herself that she really should not be observing her son in such a personal moment, her mouth was dry and her gaze had migrated all the way down to the enormous, fuzzy sac between his legs. She was embarrassed to realize her tailbase was quivering at the mere glance across his muscular, virile form.

While she watched, the sleeping lion licked his dry lips, and he shifted his position a bit by reaching down to his groin with one of his forepaws. It looked as if he was grasping for the head of a lioness who was not there and simply missed. Instead the paw ended up kneading his own two balls, squeezing and rolling them around, and after a few barely audible grunts she could finally hear him mumble something. It was unintelligible, but most likely the name of whoever he dreamed was between his spread hindlegs at the moment.

Looking quickly away with a blush of her ears, Sarabi rocked him gently with a paw on his chest, repeating the motion until one eye opened and blearily attempted to focus on her. She smiled down at him softly, bending over to give him a lick on the muzzle.

"There you are. I've been looking all over for you."

Simba yawned widely, rubbing his eyes with a paw to try and get the sleep out. He gave his mother a quick kiss and rolled onto his side, leg falling to cover himself as decency would merit, although Sarabi could not help noticing his size was too great to be fully concealed. She found herself straining to keep her eyes on her son's face and not the tantalizing bit of lionmeat taunting her from the corner of her eye.

Simba looked up at her, laughter in his eyes. "Well why'd you do that? I was right here."

Sarabi smirked and leaned down to nuzzle him. "Cute."

"Mmm, c'mere and I'll show you cute!" Simba mrowled and reached up to grab his mother by the neck, pulling her downward while tossing his weight to the side. She resisted playfully, forcing him to prove his strength before she finally flopped down on top of him, grinning like a cub as they tumbled sideways through the grass until she ended up on top again.

"Oof... Get off, hippo-belly," he chuckled, pushing away the older lioness in jest, which made her fall off and onto the ground right next to him at the same time that he rolled over, ending up belly-to-belly on their sides. They both recovered from their giggling for a few moments before Sarabi leaned over and began grooming his face and manefur in a very motherly way. Much to her relief she noticed that their little event had made the distracting red member retreat back into its cave again, and she felt a lot more comfortable rubbing against him now.

"I thought you were all out hunting?" The King purred at her and closed his eyes, holding up his chin for a good face-grooming. His own forepaws pressed against her belly and he gave her a good claw-combing through the soft fur there. He knew she liked that.

"Most of us." She scratched at his hindlegs with her foot claws. "I came back early to find you."

"Mrrr... Why?"

Sarabi gave him one last lick and rolled over in place until she could press her back to his belly. Simba instinctively cuddled her closer, his spine curving to properly spoon her against him as he grabbed her securely with all four legs. It was one of the most affectionate positions that the lions in the pride regularly practiced with each other and it usually involved some ear-grooming too if one was lucky.

"You and I never get a chance to talk. You're always so... busy." The lioness exhaled slowly and enjoyed the closeness greatly. They rarely got to cuddle like this for any extended period of time.

Whether from memory of what he was usually busy doing at this time of day, from a remnant of his dream, or maybe from the close contact with the warm lioness, Simba felt his erection renewing itself, spilling slowly from his sheath. He licked the back of his mother's neck, his paw finding its way onto her chest to scritch her gently.

"You do realize that the... services... I have to provide keep me busy a lot?" He smirked, mostly to himself. "For the good of the pride, naturally."

Sarabi blushed a little, she knew exactly what he was talking about. "Of course. I was Queen, you know."

Simba licked her ear and said softly, "Once a Queen... always a Queen."

Sarabi found herself shuddering at the way her son's light touch and positioning kept dancing on the border of impropriety. His muscular thighs felt so warm against the back of her hindlegs, but she was not sure if it was all in her mind or if he was truly trying to make her heart beat faster. The answer was quickly forthcoming.

"When we finally have a few moments to ourselves, why waste it with talk?" The male breathed hotly in her ears from behind and nipped lightly at the edge of her right one, making her quiver lightly in anticipation.

Sarabi closed her eyes, tail beginning to lash behind her.

"Ooh, Simba...!" She giggled like an adolescent, but quickly bit her lip when she caught herself. However, even when clearing her throat in what she hoped was a more dignified tone, her mind was already being drawn back to earlier days of her own secret adventures when she would sneak off to be alone with a male without telling anyone. She closed her eyes and for a moment felt like a teenlioness again, feeling how that big paw on her belly crept down her soft underside, heading towards the lower regions.

"You know you're not supposed to," she whispered softly in a vain attempt at blocking out what was on the male's mind. Both their minds, actually.

"I know, mommy... but I can't help it if you smell so good." The male pushed his muzzle into the back of her head and snuffled around, inhaling her scent deeply. "Your scent means more to me than any other lioness'."

Sarabi felt herself melting at his words. Simba was not just her son... he was a strong, virile male and conversely he was not just a male, but her son. Her only son, and she loved him more than life. Especially after the long, dark years where she thought she had lost him. No parent could be luckier than her and it made her heart fill with joy every time she lay eyes upon him again.

That love had changed over time into a more intimate bond between them ever since he had taken his place as King. Sarabi was no longer officially the Queen of the pride, which meant that in effect she was as available and subservient as any other lioness. Today it was her duty to fulfill the King's desires, she knew it even if something in the back of her head still told her it was wrong. She once again felt as if her very soul was being tickled in naughty places when his whispering breath fell on her ear.

"Now, spread your hindlegs for me..."

Sarabi licked her lips, half-hearted objections flitting through her mind as they sought a place to land, yet they all but disappeared along with the rational portion of her mind a moment later when his paw stroked over the curve of her rump, gently nudging against her tailbase. His touch was like silk and the angelically soft pawpads stroked her rear in a way that no family member really ought to do. Even her own objections failed to convince either of them that they should stop enjoying each other, so there was little she could do now but indulge in their forbidden moments together.

The older female slowly lifted her tail up higher, embarrassed to even say a word about it, but fortunately there was no need for her to do so either. Moments later she was shivering at the sensation of his soft pawtoes tracing the outline of her slit while the rest of his foreleg rubbed slowly up and down her lower belly, just adding to the stimulation.

"You like this, hmm?" Simba watched her face melt into one of pure pleasure as she closed her eyes and dreamed herself away.

"Y-Yes.." She confessed.

"If you really want to talk... talk dirty." Her son had an uncanny ability to confuse her about whether it was him or Sarabi's own mate who was there next to her. Whenever she closed her eyes and just listened to his heartbeat, felt his paw and heard his breathing, there were moments where she swore it was Mufasa lying there behind her. Maybe he had seen them play around when he was a cub and it had stayed in his subconscious? Sarabi could not be sure, and even so there was still the chance that both males had independently figured out how to get her excited. She could not deny the possibility that it might be her that brought out this side of them.

Sarabi sighed and exhaled deeply, feeling her own hindpaws clench in longing as the paw continued to tease her in just the right way.

"Paw me, honey.... Please. Please put a claw in mommy's pussy." She was just as surprised at her own outburst as the male behind her was. It was as if someone else had taken her voice and used it. While the words were still hanging in the air, she immediately felt embarrassed that she would even think about saying such things.

Simba raised an eyebrow briefly and then let his face split into a toothy grin. Who was he to argue with a heartfelt request like that? A claw slipped from its sheath in his paw and he grazed it through the female's folds, spreading them out as if carefully cutting her open before he pushed his big pawtoe against the bared flesh and elicited a moan from the anxious lioness. And just when she thought the Goddess herself had come down from Heaven to touch her soul, the lion twisted his paw around and used the blunt side of his claw to rub it firmly against her clit, causing Sarabi to gasp for breath.

"That's goooood... yes, you're such a good lioness. You want another one?"

Sarabi bit her lower lip. She wanted to say no, she knew she was supposed to say no, but every fiber in her being was screaming for the touch of a male, and at this point - any male.

"Yes.. another." She gave in to her urges, feeling ashamed about her lack of restraint, but only for a brief second before her mind filled with a white light that evaporated all the bad thoughts in an instant. The second claw split her open slowly, tracing its sides down both of her folds until the very, very tip of it poked at the tiny entry to her womb that was hidden beneath the protective flesh. The first claw bent around and kept rubbing its backside against her little nub, driving away all emotions from the female apart from the pure lust gradually building strength in her loins.

He managed to keep his pawtoes out of her for now, content to watch her squirm and hang her jaw agape at the sensation of the sharp edges of his claws playing in her sex. The male certainly knew what he was doing, but still Sarabi tried not to twitch or kick her hindlegs too much. She knew the claws were a dangerous toy, but somehow that just added to her excitement.

"Come on.. don't hold back. Tell me how it feels." The lion rubbed himself up against her, hugging her body close into the curve of his own while his one forepaw held her in a state of euphoria with the most delicate of twists and turns.

"It's.. it's.... mMMm--oooh. I.. can't feel my tail." Sarabi's hindquarters shivered in frustration at being held back from any wild outbursts, and she tried to focus on keeping her top hindleg lifted up to make room for the large golden paw that was fondling her everso gently, but it was difficult to overcome the sedative, numbing sensation that was spreading through her nether regions in instinctive preparation for the barbed member of a leonine lover.

Simba showed all his teeth in a grin at that.

"Really? No sensation at all?" Teasingly he began to gyrate his rear, grinding his full erection and bulging sac against the female's rear. She felt the thick pole slide against the cleft of her rump, interrupted only by her tailbase that managed to keep the two of them separated. The male's full, round orbs were clearly felt flattening her rumpfur, however, which made her bite her lower lip and give a cute little whine.

"Still a little sensation then." The lion helpfully corrected her. He liked the way she was giving in to her urges and he decided to push her further.

"I saw you looking between my hindlegs yesterday. Do you sneak peeks often?"

The reaction was not quite the shy mumbling of reluctant confession he had hoped for. Instead, the lithe lioness just grinned mischievously, letting the memory replay behind her eyelids. She was really getting into the heat of the moment.

"Mmm... I love the sight of your huge nuts. The way they bounce around under your tail when you walk. It makes me so wet I have to use my tail to get relief."

Simba panted a bit faster at that, his tongue inadvertently slipping out the side of his mouth. His mind reeled for a moment, amazed that his mother could keep up with his own naughty thoughts. The big paw between her hindlegs picked up the pace as if to get her back at surprising him like that.

"Next time you feel that urge, let me know, Mom. I'd love to bury my muzzle in your little wet twat. The Queen of the pride shouldn't go--"

"I... I feel the urge now," Sarabi interrupted him with a sudden eagerness in her voice. She panted and raised her head up to feel the cushion of that big red mane on her neck, her slit squeezing around the pawtoe now plunging in and out of her.

Simba chuckled at his wanton mother, enjoying the way in which he had just gained the upper paw again. This wholly raunchy back and forth between them was a new concept, but he liked it a lot. There were only a few lionesses in the pride who understood how to outdo his dirty talk and play off his fantasies. Nala was obviously the master at this, but he had a feeling his mother had had quite a bit of practice in this bedside skill as well during her day.

"Well. Let's find out if you're ready, then." He pushed a second pawtoe into her with a wet *shlup*, coaxing out another heated moan from her as she tensed up and arced her back against his front. Without another word, he flexed his toes, twisting them around in the slippery core of the female's most sacred center to pick up as much of her warmth as he could before pulling his paw back.

Sarabi looked down just in time to see a clear strand of fluid between the lion's paw and her sex snap as he stretched it too far, immediately followed by the fall of a heavy drop into her chestfur as the paw moved quickly up over her. She already had her muzzle open by the time the two pawtoes slipped between her lips and curled around, tapping her tongue until she began suckling.

The former Queen simply could not help herself. Something about her son just brought out the eager little slut in her, and she automatically assumed the position of a lioness waiting - begging, even - to be held down and shown her place in the pride, rather than a maternal figure of authority.

A low rumble of appreciation emitted from deep within the lion. Having his pawtoes nibbled and suckled resulted in a wet spot forming on the backside of the female's tailbase as precum leaked in generous amounts into her fur from the stiff and throbbing member of Simba. He even began a slow grinding against her rear, rubbing his rigid pole against the warm, inviting fur of the other feline. Having completely forgotten who she was, for the moment, he just absorbed the carnal sensuality crackling in the air from watching a lioness suck down her own sweet juices.

"That looks like a big yes. Roll over." Simba pulled himself and his paw away and gave his mother room to get on her back. Swiftly he moved up behind her and put his muzzle between her spread hindlegs, putting one paw on her thigh to press down and spread her even more as the first impatient lick cleaved open her slit, resulting in a protracted, airy moan. The next was deeper, scraping across the most sensitive places all through the insides of her folds and resulted not only in a moan, but a tongueful of juices.

"Ohh, gods. That's so good."

Simba looked up as he lapped his mother's folds, up over Sarabi's creamy belly with the nipples starkly erect, over her heaving chest, and up to her pleasured face. He felt his cock jerk under him, releasing a spray of preseed into the dirt just at seeing how badly she wanted it.

More often than not he thought of Sarabi simply as "mom," and the title seemed in many ways to blind him to what she truly was. In special moments such as these the blinders were removed and he was struck afresh by just how beautiful a lioness she truly was. Advanced in years, yes, but no less beautiful for it. He could only image how she must have looked when his father had first fallen in love. Probably, he thought, a lot like his Nala had when he fell in love with her.

He grinned at the thought and said, "Nala wants me to lick her all the time. She loves to feel my tongue play with her."

"Mmmm, I can tell why." Sarabi panted breathlessly.

Simba pressed down on his mother's thighs again, her glistening pussy opening as he did so. He stuck his muzzle straight into it, soaking up the scent of her as his tongue dug deep into the tunnel he had been born from, his nose pressed flush against the writhing lioness' stiff clit.

"Feels kinda hot to slurp the tight little place you pushed me out of as a cub," Simba murmured between licks. "Especially now that I'm trying to get back in."

"Haha.. Ahh!... ha... OHHhhhh.. Your head was huuuge," she tried to laugh through a moan. "Mufasa complained about how loose I was for weeks after. MMmmmm...."

Simba smirked and changed positions on her, drawing his head back and up to start lapping over her exposed clit while a pawfinger began pushing and worming its way into the snug little hole hidden beneath her folds. The female exhaled deeply as if she had held her breath throughout the entire thing and her hindpaws curled up at the sensation of a thick, fuzzy toe sliding back and forth in her hot core, teasing her into clenching around it with a wet slurp while the pebbly tongue of her son stroked across her most sensitive place.

Growing curious, Simba leaned up farther, nuzzled through her soft groinfur and up between her thighs until he felt the first poke against his nose from one of her teats. His paw continued to keep her distracted as he snuffled through her soft tummyfur and eventually settled on one of the lowest nipples to curl his lips around and start suckling lightly. He felt how the pink mound stiffened up a great deal more under his caress, and he left it glistening and throbbing lightly in her pure creamy fur as he moved on to give its neighbor the same treatment.

"Mmm," Sarabi muttered. "You used to bite me there when you were a cub. You were always frisky."

"Like this?"

Sarabi jerked as her son nipped firmly at one of her sensitive teats. It was only after the brief sting had passed that she realized he had now inserted two of his pawtoes deep into her sopping cunny at the same time. As if her body was just realizing it as well, a massive shiver ran through her, the fur on her spine standing up in pleasure.

"Not... not quite like that."

"How about like... this?" Simba nipped at another teat, rotating his toes mercilessly within the pleasured lioness.

"Aaaahh...! oh .. ah.... Don't tease, Simba.... Please..."

Simba smirked. "Want me to finish you off with my paw... or my tongue?"

"Tongue, sweetie... eat me out like my pussy's your last meal."

Simba's loud purr massaged her sensitive belly as he pulled his head back between his mother's hindlegs. She asked for it and she was going to get it.

He teased her clit for a moment, then started tonguefucking her in earnest, taking her breath away and leaving her gasping while her hindquarters bucked up against the lustful lion's licks. Squirming and twisting, but kept from escaping the excruciating pleasure by his strong paws against her thighs, the lioness was deliciously helpless to his hunger. His muzzle was already soaked with her lovejuices, but he wanted more. He wanted to hear her cry out in that special way.

"Finally a chance to pay you back for all those baths as a cub," he winked and *sluuuuurped* slowly up through her folds, making her hindclaws snap out.

Whether by his expertise or by the sheer wrongness of being pleasured so exquisitely by her own son, or the simple urge to feel something other than her own tongue between her legs for a change, it took less than a minute before her characteristic cry filled the air with an explosion of rapt sexual tension.

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Simba sat back, licking his muzzle happily. Offpaw, he could not remember ever seeing a lioness out of heat come that hard. One pawtoe had replaced his tongue, slowly sliding in and out of Sarabi's still-spasming tunnel to keep her going while he watched. He may as well have stuck his paw in a pond, for how wet she was.

Licking his lips, he removed his paw from his mother's pussy and the lioness shivered as more spasms wracked her body. She had not even rolled over on her side afterwards, but remained flat on her back, legs spread and exposed while she panted for breath and waited for her pulse to slow down. It had been quite a physical exercise.

The lion smiled down at her and let her recover for a while before he felt an itch again and reached down once more to run his paw fully over her pussy, eliciting a moan that was almost a sob from the over-pleasured, over-sensitive female. Sliding downwards, he teased her soggy groinfur and flattened it down until his paw rested on her tailbase, one toe teasing the brown pucker of her anus.

"Do you ever feel the urge here too?" He watched her clench up when his pawtoe pressed inwards a bit to test her resistance.

Sarabi opened her mouth, but said nothing, her chest heaving and her breath barely audible. Something inside her knotted up and the memories of several seasons ago overcame her.

It was, without a doubt, the worst day of her life. In the span of a single sun, her mate and only son were lost forever. Scar, her cubhood friend and lover, her mate's brother, a lion so twisted by envy and depression he no longer even resembled the lion she had once known, assumed the throne unchallenged.

And brought the hyenas with him.

Within another sun, the world she had known her entire life was torn down around her. Everything changed.

The night of the third day, exhausted and still in grief, she was called to Scar's cave and ordered to submit as a lioness to her King. Of course, she threatened to give him a new scar to match the first, but a group of hyena bodyguards made sure she cooperated. Her pleas for mercy - an ounce of compassion - fell on deaf ears and the new King claimed her as nothing more than one of those hyena bitches. She felt like a mere commodity, something that came with the throne.

It was a horrible memory, the long nights trapped in Scar's cave. The dark lion had always preferred her ass. He liked the way it made her beg for him to stop. He savored her shrieks of pain as they echoed through the large empty cavern with only Zazu in his bony cage as a witness. It made him feel powerful.

But all that seemed easy compared to the times she was in heat, trying her best to hide away from the Tyrant, only to be dragged back by the hyenas and repeatedly taken against her will in the royal chambers. Every time she felt the lion slither over her and his seed flow to her womb she was terrified of becoming pregnant by the monster; the lion she had once thought to be the most noble and clever in the Pridelands.

At times she had considered simply fighting the only-slightly-larger male, doubtless to fall under the teeth of the mangy hyena dogs, but at least she would die with the dignity she deserved, taking their false King with her. In the end though, as much as she obsessed on it while the male had his way with her, she could not. The lionesses needed her and even when she could hardly stand upright any longer, she had to appear strong for them.

As the memories of those dark times ran through her mind her tail clamped down over Simba's probing paw and, for a moment, real fear ran through her. Her eyes opened wide to see Simba, ears flicking questioningly, but for a few seconds all she could really see was a residual image of Scar, leering down at her. Yet as she looked up at her son, his amber mane glowing in the sunlight, the image tore away as if defeated by the light. In its place she saw her Mufasa, looking down at her with that cute concerned look he had always given her. He had never wanted anything but the best for her.

There had been good times, playful times alone with Mufasa. She could recall the first time she had allowed him to give it to her in her tail; his care, concern, and hesitation as he tried to be careful despite being unable to tell her pained snarls from her pleasured ones. She actually chuckled out loud, and saw Simba's ears relax.

Her breathing steadied and she looked him over; so much like his father was he, the same concerned expression on his face at her lengthy silence. Simba was not like Scar, she knew that with certainty. She finally gave him a soft, reassuring smile, and lightly brushed his foreleg with a hindpaw. That concerned expression of his almost turned into a question when he opened his mouth to speak, but the very instant he saw her eyes lidding slowly and a grin spreading across her muzzle in that alluring way, he was disarmed and just stared at her with wonder.

With that smile she dismissed all the unpleasant thoughts in her mind associated with being touched back there. Actually she just replaced them with others. Simba had the exact same wide-eyed astonishment written in his eyes just like his father had whenever she gave him 'the look', it was so cute to watch. Her mind filled with racy fantasies again and she suddenly felt the itch of sexual exploration. Although the two of them had never pursued this particular deviancy together, she knew she had utter trust in him. He was a true king.

And she knew just how to make him feel comfortable...

"Yeah... your father used to take me there all the time when I was pregnant with you. He still wanted to mate with me, but he couldn't do it in my full belly." She smiled and finally opened her eyes a bit more, looking up at him with her muzzle slightly dipped downwards. Simba was struck once again by her beauty - her eyes shone with love of a rare kind, her black lips were moist and inviting, and her muzzle was just.. filthy!

Deliciously, irresistably filthy.

Simba's eyes glazed over for a moment as he gave a happy sigh. He could already imagine the scene and the conversation between them in his own dirty mind. His mother's squealing mews as she raised her rear to meet his father's massive thrusts. He had seen it when he was a cub, so he was working mostly from memory. One of the things he recalled in particular was how the ground shook nearby when his colossal hunk of a father rammed his hips forward into whatever hapless female was between his hindlegs that day.

Simba licked his lips a few times and shifted his hindquarters to make more room for his throbbing erection. All this talk and fantasies had him aroused way beyond what he needed to mount a female.

"Why? Do you want to play daddy?" Sarabi winked up at him. It was probably the most obscene question she had ever asked, and she was glad his answer came so quick before she had time to fully realize what she had just uttered.

Simba stared at her in disbelief at first, his maw hanging open and his eyes widening. How did she always know exactly what to say to get him going? It was a gift. And apparently something that ran in the family, because Nala could do it too.

Not about to be outdone by her raunchiness, or look as if he was left speechless, Simba countered her quickly, "Hmm, that depends. Do you want to suck me off before or after I fill up your tail?"

"Oh gods...." Sarabi laid her head back, not believing she was expected to answer such a question from her own son. Her first maternal instinct was to scold him for one-upping her lewdness, but she was so turned on by his words that the instinct was quickly drowned out in the heat of her own desire. Simba grinned wide as it seemed he had won this round.

"Both."

"Mmm. Good answer," Simba smirked, stepping forward over his mother's prone body, his hindlegs just under her forelegs, his forepaws above her head.

She looked up at him as his shadow fell over her, only to see his large male equipment hanging inches from her face. She looked him over close up and licked her lips, her eyes filled with awe and her senses dulled with the heavy musk of the male.

"That's right," Simba said. "You wanted a good look, so take a good look." He shook himself exaggeratedly, causing his rigid shaft and balls to swing heavily beneath him. He could see his mother staring between his legs as if entranced and he smiled - confident, and more than a little proud of being admired like that.

He had to up the ante.

"Does it make you want to cum again, just seeing my big, hard cock?" he continued lustily and flexed his hindquarters to show off just how well-trained his thrusting muscles were. That always got the liongirls swooning.

Sarabi bit her lip, suddenly realizing her paws were straying up and down her belly, massaging her barely-concealed teats. She did want to cum again. Just the sight of him made her drool uncontrollably; she had to keep licking her muzzle to keep it from running down her chin and she knew there was only one way to make it stop.

"Please... Please let me suck it," she exhaled with a moan.

"You want your own boy's meat in your mouth, do you?" Simba grinned triumphantly and squatted down, offering up his raging red lionhood to the lionesses' rough tongue. Sarabi immediately took the head of his cock into her mouth, greeting it with a gentle, passionate kiss, before releasing it and allowing it to press against her nose as his musky sheath came to rest up against her muzzle.

"Soooo big." She whispered, mostly to herself while smearing the lion's sheathmusk all over her face. Her long tongue teased at the opening of the furry sleeve, inhaling her son's rich, male scent. She shivered as one of her paws found her own sex and began to gently massage it.

Simba repositioned slightly against her, eager to press his turgid cock into his mother's waiting mouth. Sarabi slightly opened her muzzle, allowing the hard piece of male meat to brush past her black lips and rest firmly against her white teeth. As she opened her mouth farther she was reward with a sigh from above as Simba's cock slid slowly into her wet maw, his balls coming firmly to rest against her chin. Sarabi made sure to take it easy, teasing the horny male by sucking every inch of him slowly and thoroughly, savoring it.

When his sheath finally pressed against her lips her mouth was delightfully stuffed, his large cock resting wetly against her tongue, his length teasing the entrance to her throat as she calmly sucked on it with constant, even pressure. Her head was practically faint, muzzle pressed against Simba's crotch, nose full of his scent, mouth full of his cock, and his firm balls bumping her head. With a smile and a murr she let her head fall back, freeing his cock with a wet pop.

"Mmm, Simba," she purred. "I think you've got a lot for me today." She brought her paw up from her cunny and began to stroke her son's heavy shaft, her juices allowing her pads to slide smoothly over the shaft. Her natural fluids also worked as a much better lubricant than her saliva, which she knew was going to be an advantage very soon.

Simba had to grit his teeth to keep from making a very undignified sound when she began pawing him off like that. He compensated with a slight growl-like chuckle that hid his fevered exhale.

"Mmm mommy, that's amazing... Are you trying to get me to cum all over your face?"

Sarabi smiled, sucking the cock back into her mouth and slowly letting it slide over her tongue and back out. She made sure to press the pebbly surface right up against the underside of the thick pole, which always made males tremble with lust.

"Have to get you all wet and slippery before you fill my ass," she purred in a sultry tone she had not used since Mufasa was alive. She pressed her nose up between his heavy orbs, nuzzling them as she felt him shuffle his hindpaws a bit and reposition himself slightly. Not because he was uncomfortable, but because he found it increasingly difficult to stand still.

"The last time I had balls this big in my face it was a zebra stallion who wanted to get off."

Simba's eyes actually widened. That was naughty, even for him!

"You'll have to tell me about that sometime," he grinned. "All I know is you can't resist a big cock in your muzzle, can you?"

He looked down and met her eyes. They stared at each other for a few long moments before Sarabi closed her eyelids demurely, and opened her mouth wide. Her tongue hung out as if to provide a soft, cushioned entry for him, and she held their gaze as her son slowly pressed his cocktip between her lips and deep into her maw until she took over again. The lion's eyes narrowed and he purred deep in his throat, enraptured by watching his mother suck on his meat with the eagerness of a horny young lioness.

"Ohhhh, that's... that's... mmmMM! You're such an amazing cocksucker, mommy. Where were you when I was growing up in the jungle? I would've killed for a blowjob this good," the big lion exhaled in pleasure and hunched forward as his mother began deepthroating him, putting a paw down behind her head as he thrust softly between her lips, concentrating very hard to restrain himself from just humping her madly like every nerve in his body was howling at him to do.

"Yesssss... take it all.. you make me wanna cum in your belly sssssoo good." He hissed and looked down in wonder as the skillful female took him to the root every single time he pushed forward. Very few lionesses he knew were able to do that without choking, even with the considerable amount of practice he gave them.

Sarabi bounced on the thick meat a few more times before slipping back again, letting his heavy member droop down under its own weight, dripping her saliva and his precum in her throatfur. Even if Simba seemed noticeably reluctant to let her off.

"Your father wanted my muzzle around him every day." She thought for a moment. "And he wasn't the only one."

She licked one of his hanging orbs. "So I've had lots of practice."

Her tongue moved to the other orb, smiling to herself as they danced and bounced against each other. Then her voice lowered to a whisper. "...and had you been around, I would've given you your first muzzlejob before you even grew a mane."

Simba purred and resumed his hold on the back of her head with his large golden paw. Who could ask for a more caring mother?

"I want you to play with my barbs. Rub them the wrong way."

Sarabi allowed herself to be guided back to his dripping cock, and did as her son asked, rubbing the tip of her tongue along the underside of his cock, feeling a line of his barbs grate against her rough tongue.

"GrrRRRRRrrR!"

"Yeah, does my lil cub like that?" She mrowled back up at him, sucking on his dribbling tip for a moment before wrapping her tongue around his cock and slowly sliding it down again as his paw not-so-gently forced her back to it. Simba was gasping above her, and pushed her mouth back to his cock, practically shoving himself between her wet lips.

"MrrRR.. your 'lil cub' is about ready to ram your butt and make you squeal."

He humped against her one final time, his balls slapping her chin and causing her to gag a bit before he stood up, his cock leaving as fast as it had entered with a long string of saliva trailing from his tip to her muzzle, which snapped and splashed against her face when he moved away.

As she squinted up at him with a puzzled expression he stepped back, pushing against her chest with one paw insistently.

"Roll over. Hurry up."

Sarabi did as she was told, rolling over onto her belly and raising her fuzzy lionbutt into the air, ready for her son to claim her.

"Lift your ass." Simba commanded from behind, his tone the deep rumble of a King that was not to be denied his will.

Sarabi raised her back end a bit more, flagging her tail to show everything she had to her son. There was nothing left to hide between them. He was making her beg like a young adolescent in her first heat and she loved it.

The male moved impatiently over her, mounting her in one fluid motion to let his large cock tease the fur between her legs. She shivered and laid her head into the grass. Her heart was trembling. She was ready.

Her son's voice came lightly to her ear, "Tell the big horny lion what you want."

Sarabi's front claws kneaded the earth. This was not going to be easy.

"I.. want to be fucked." She closed her eyes tightly and tried to sound as determined as possible.

His cock moved ever so slightly and she felt his weight become heavier on her back as he leaned in closer, his muzzle resting against her ear. When he spoke again his voice was more of a growl.

"Tell me what you want!"

"Please, please fuck me!"

"Where?"

"My ass... please, I want you in my ass!" Since the determined tone had not worked, Sarabi had decided to just beg for it. She cried out as Simba nipped her ear and made his cock slide forward fast to jam against her tailbase. She could feel the length of his cock, the base spreading her pussy lips, the tip pressing under her tail but never entering. She was suddenly unsure about just how ready she was. He pushed so hard down on her that her back arced to compensate against his taught abdomen.

"C'mon, I asked you what you want!" Simba growled, trying to drive her right to the edge.

She gasped, a part of her resenting being commanded so, but a greater part wanted to do exactly what she was told and say anything she had to say to get the relief her body craved. Sarabi raised her head slightly, gasping at feeling both her tight little holes clench and spasm with need from the teasing touch of hot flesh against them. The frustration of not being penetrated was becoming unbearable.

"I want your cock in my rumphole! Gods, I want your barbs to scrape me raw and your hot cum to soothe me afterwards. Don't hold back, make your mommy cry out loud!"

Sarabi gasped as she felt Simba's teeth fasten on her nape, followed immediately by firm pressure against the very center of her asshole. The pressure lasted for a few moments and then suddenly gave way, being replaced by a lance of stabbing pain as Simba's massive girth slid deep into her tailtunnel, stretching her as he went. He ignored her first hisses at being penetrated so hard and sudden, and just raised his voice to drown her out.

"Yeeeeeah, ohhh you're tight.. soooo tight, mommy. When was the last time you got it in the tail, hmm? When was the last time a lion held you between his hindlegs and told you to beg like a kitten for a big, barbed cock in the wrong hole?"

Every night in my dreams, darling," she grunted, biting her lips as Simba began to shove more of himself into her. After she said it she realized this was not at all true, but she was not about to make a correction. The only reality she needed at the moment was her son's enormous cock forcing its way deep into her bowels.

Simba purred above her at her answer, rocking his hip sensuously, easing himself into her bit by bit. His forearms snuck closer to her own, his shoulders hugging hers. She could already sense that she had set herself up for a lot more sessions like this in the future; this was rapidly becoming her son's favorite position.

A wet lick slipped along the top of her head - its sensitivity inversely proportional to the pain under her tail and Simba's husky whisper, "Tell me more about your dreams, mommy."

Stuck with the necessity of coming up with something good to tell her horny son to propagate her own lie, Sarabi fidgeted slightly under him. The pain of his entry was beginning to lessen slightly, slowly being replaced with a familiar, tingling numbness. She felt her pussy spasm slightly, her anus clamping down momentarily on her son's shaft. It made her moan aloud, which only aroused the male even further, hearing that she could not contain her pleasure.

"I...." she hesitated, then started again.

"I always imagined you - my cub - all grown up and horny," - well that was the truth - "making lionesses cum just from imagining your mighty body resting on their backs. You and I--" she *mrrfed* as a bit more cock was forced into her, then continued.

"I dream about you and I, alone in the bushes at night, fucking like there's no tomorrow. Ooooh.. Your balls slapping my cunt and MMm!--making me cum over and over again... until you roar and fill me.. with seed that drips from my pussy like water."

"MRrrrRROW!"

Here Sarabi's monologue ended with a roar as Simba thrust fiercely against her, driving his cock sheath-deep into her stretched asshole and wasting no time pulling back out before shoving all the way back in. The older lioness cried out repeatedly when Simba really began using her tight ass for his pleasure, spurred on by her naughty words. She could feel his barbs scraping harshly against her tender anal walls every time he removed his cock, only to be re-stretched painfully around his massive member as he filled her again.

"My balls slapping you like this, Sarabi?" he growled down at her.

She shivered at the use of her name. Gods this was so wrong. Copulating with her own son was taboo, even in this pride. But she could feel his balls slapping against her pussy just like she had described and she did not want to resist. At every filling of her tailhole, she could feel the firm *thump* of his full sack colliding with her wet pussy lips, knocking against them as if they wanted to slide right into her. She had already come to expect it. Thrust... *thump*. Thrust... *thump*. It was like an addiction.

He repositioned himself, sitting more upright and pressing her down into the dirt with a forepaw firmly between her shoulder blades. This let him shift his weight backwards, which gave him a better angle for his hindclaws to dig into the ground and provide for more powerful thrusts. He was truly claiming her for his own. His own little assbitch.

"I'm gonna... gonna...." With a silent intake of breath her second orgasm overtook her, her body seizing up at the suddenness of the internal explosion. Colored lights danced before her eyes and her tailhole clenched and unclenched uncontrollable against her son's intruding maleness.

"Oooh, my own little cub..." Sarabi groaned out, her voice breaking each time she took another firm jab up her backside from her eager partner in mid-orgasm.

Simba wrinkled his nose at her words, unable to move for a moment from his mother's powerful orgasm, he took the opportunity to lean down and sneer at her in warning.

"Not anymore.. when I have my dick in your ass, you will address me properly!" Simba snarled and pushed forward to try and free his shaft from the hard contractions, digging deeper into her rump and making her tense up.

Sarabi tried to speak but could not manage it, her mouth worked up and down ineffectually; small gasps of breath her only sound.

"Who am I?" Simba demanded again, issuing a punishing thrust deep into her ass, causing her to cum harder.

"My King! My King!" She finally managed, crying out in mixed pain and pleasure, her claws scoring the earth beneath her.

"That's right..." He slowed down again to keep his own pleasure going while she was recovering from her convulsions. There was no way he was going to rush this precious moment, regardless of how many times she had to climax. His tongue washed the back of her neck and ears with long, caring licks as he gave her time to calm down again.

"You cum like a young bitch in heat, mommy. Even though I'm only fucking you in the tail. Not even Nala can do that without having me paw her wet little pussy too." It was the sex-obsessed lion's idea of a compliment.

"I know.. mmMm... I watch you take her in the bushes while I paw myself."

"I know you watch us. That's why I lift my tail up so high when I mate. You like to watch my balls bump against a soft lionessbutt, don't you?" Simba's voice turned low and coarse, almost to a whisper.

"Oooh yes.. mmmm..!"

"Don't worry, I'll let you lick them clean when we're done." He gave a single hard thrust just to hear her hiss. "Nala always makes such a mess on them. Are you going to make a mess for me too?"

"Y-Yessss... *nnnnnh!* Tooo big.. ohh, Simba!"

The lioness below him was getting delirious in her afterglow, which he insistently denied her for the chance of getting her to peak again soon. He kept talking to keep her mind focused on something other than the pleasure wracking through her smaller frame.

"If I take you harder, will I get my sac all wet? ...mmm, I bet I will. But that's okay, I don't mind having my balls drip with mommy's pussyjuice." Simba bit her ear playfully and made her groan out with a deep and thorough exhale.

"You need to take Nala in the tail more so she will cum on her own." Sarabi grinned sheepishly up at him. It was all she could think of saying in her sexual stupor, but the male seemed amused.

"Look down at me."

The command made little sense to Sarabi at first, but once she felt the gentle savanna breeze against her left side she realized that the male had lifted his hindleg up and wanted her to watch him. She turned her head to look down at herself over her shoulder and amazingly enough the well-trained male managed to keep thrusting back and forth in her while standing on just one hindleg, mainly by putting more of his weight onto her back and leaning forward. It was a slower thrusting, with which she was treated to the sight of his massive, angry red member sliding back and forth underneath her tail, still glistening with her saliva as he pumped his hips against her rear.

"What do you see?" He whisper-hissed, his words dripping salaciously. There was a brief pause between the two of them when Simba put his hindleg down again to hug her securely to him and keep her pinned in place.

"My s-son's huge erection breeding me in my--Oooh..! ..my rear." She knew what he wanted to hear, and she did well considering the way his shaft swelled up and gave off an extra gooey spurt of precum at her words. His mother was surrendering herself entirely to his vices and she was more than happy to do it, just to fulfill her own fantasies and dirty desires. It was a mutual solution that worked out quite well for both of them as long as they both played off the mother-son aspect that was getting them turned on a lot more than either one would be willing to admit.

"So?" Simba's weight was formidable on her back, "Aren't you going to lecture me about how wrong it is for your own son to rumpfuck you?"

"Uuuuuh! MMMmm..! N-Not on your life. I want my pridesisters to watch me limp from taking such a hung lion in my tailstar. I want you to pound my tailhole till it burns! "

"Like... THIS?!" Simba rowled out and gave a purposefully hard and fast thrust that made the female clench up and cry out in that mixed pain and pleasure sensation that swept through her body. The pace did not slow down in the least, rather the large male's strong haunches continued rocking the female beneath him.

"Squeal louder. Let everyone know you're being pleasured by your King in your tight little behind."

"Oooh... I haven't been taken... like this, for ages." The lioness rolled her eyes back in her head, sprawling out in the grass beneath her forbidden lover, her weakened legs relying on the large, hard cock deep in her bottom to keep her backend suitably raised.

"You like that? You like making your King feel good?" He drooled down her neck, growling with feral lust and biting down roughly at the edge of her nape to force her endorphins to flow and keep her willing and docile.

"Ohhh.. I'll take it anywhere for my King." Sarabi purred cutely and blinked up at him as much as he would allow her to turn her head back. She looked so sexy like that all curled up like a wound spring with her hindlegs spread out so he could hear the satisfyingly wet slap of his balls hitting her sex on every forward jab he made to get some fat liondick stuck in his female. Her naughty words seemed to have calmed the lion again, at least for the moment. He was temporarily satisfied with her displays of submission and went back to making love to her instead of just asserting his dominance.

"That's good to hear. Because when I'm done with your rear I'll make you swallow every last inch of me in that noisy muzzle of yours." Simba smirked widely at her gasping moans.

"I'll make you lick my cum off your own face. There won't be a patch of dry fur left on your head." He added with a lower voice, almost like a hoarse whisper as if it was too naughty for anyone besides the two of them to hear.

"Y-yes.. my King." Sarabi felt the rumble of his low voice spread through his belly and tickle her back. By now she was kneading the ground between her forepaws, scraping her claws deeper into the dirt and unable to think a clear thought at all. It was amazing how her usual eloquence was simply obliterated by the fierce, scratching movement of cock-barbs in her sensitive innards. They washed away all thought and just left her like a moaning and pleading kitten.

Although, her hesitation did give him a chance to rethink his situation and his lips curled up in a dark grin as he loomed over her.

"You're such a bad lioness, Sarabi... Lusting for your own son. What would your mate think?" Simba *rowled* low behind her, trying to get her excited and more importantly to keep her talking dirty so she would not get too swept up in the moment and finish too soon. He had plenty of rutting to be done before allowing her the privilege to climax again with his cock in her tail.

"Oooo-uuh.. Muffy would've.. shared me." The older lioness gasped for breath, her eyes clenched almost as tightly together as her abused tailring was trying to contract. Although those attempts only encouraged the eager lion behind her to ride her hot rump harder.

"He w-would've held me down.. and have me lick his balls w-while *pant* his hung boy tailfucked me."

"Yesssss.. that's right." Simba gritted his teeth, the whole scene unfolding in his mind as well. "And then daddy can take my place when I'm done."

The lioness beneath him just grew more eager to please, or maybe she was getting close to her next orgasm? Either way, she kept pushing herself backwards with her forepaws, letting his already powerful thrusts drive her even deeper, so much so that his rolled-up sheath kept mashing against her tailpucker as if wanting to join the party as well.

"You want Muffy to have sloppy seconds when I'm done, mommy?" He licked her ear wantonly, drool running down the edge of it and making her shiver at the ticklish sensation it gave her while his hot breath kept the back of her head feeling moist. There was nothing she could do to resist him even if she had wanted to. He demanded absolute possession of his lionesses' minds and bodies when he mated with them, and she was no exception. Quite the contrary.

Her lack of any response other than outright submission by virtue of her uncontrollable moans showed him that he had gone a bit too far again. He would have to slow down in order to stretch their session further. It took quite a bit of willpower, but he did manage to slow his thrusts and focus on just grooming and nipping around her neck and the backs of her ears as he tried to give her enough time to recover from her race towards the peak. They were going to take a scenic route together first.

"Noo... I don't think you do.. I think you want me to cum in your soggy little cunt too, don't you?" He knew he had hit the mark with yet another unthinkable kink when Sarabi's eyes widened to twice their size. "You want to look your own son in the eyes while he mates with you."

Her lack of an immediate response made him pull himself all the way out of her on the return of his next thrust. It took all his self-control to suddenly stop in the middle of this and defy every instinct in his body. His hindclaws dug hard into the dirt, as his entire backside strained to keep those automatic thrusting rhythms from continuing. The plan was to wait until Sarabi could speak again and begged for him to take her, but his own primal urges won out before she could even stop clenching her tailring in need around the empty air where the missing lioncock had left her.

Simba had to give up halfway through his scheme and just rammed his hips forward again, this time aiming lower and sliding his entire throbbing shaft straight through her pussy, all the way to the root in one powerful shove. He had wanted her to roll over and look her in the eyes while mating her, but there was no time for that now. The aching tension in his hindquarters at holding himself back at this stage finally went away when he just gave in to his instincts and humped his moaning female again at full speed. He growled in frustration at his own lack of willpower and at how easy it was to plow through her well-lubricated sex. She had already climaxed twice and her entire tunnel was so slick he barely had to put any effort into mating with her. He was almost disappointed at the lack of challenge - coming straight from banging her snug, reluctant little tailhole at full power.

It was too easy to rut her, and apparently too easy for her to get aroused. What they were doing was so naughty that they actually needed a bit of a barrier, a bit of pain and distraction, otherwise it would be over too soon. As Simba was just about to discover.

Before he could realize just how firmly his thick cock was wedged in his mother's taut sex, grinding against the female's clit and making her loins flare up in an intense blaze of passion, she was already gasping for breath, and the next sound out of her muzzle was a shriek of pure ecstasy as she cried out his name across the plains.

Simba yanked himself back in both surprise and a failed attempt to stop the much too swift progression of the lioness' pleasure. He was standing behind her, watching her writhe and squirm on the ground in front of him while his heavy member pulsed with his heartbeat and dripped milky precum and lionessjuices from the tip into the grass.

Sarabi found herself abandoned, whimpering, and contracting desperately around the empty air, her orgasm greatly diminished by the sudden interruption, as if a bucket of cold water had been thrown in her face. Or rather, on her rear.

"Please.. *pant* I... need you!.. --anywhere!" She pleaded through her labored breaths and rolled over on her back in front of the male, spreading out all four legs and exposing herself completely, hoping he would be lured into finishing in her.

"Not so fast.. you'll have to try harder than that to get what you want." Simba grunted behind her and stepped up to mount her again, this time face to face, belly to belly just like he had planned to all along. However, she was too flustered and lost in the peak of her moment to be much fun to play with right now, so Simba just savored her surprised *yelp* when he crammed his fat lioncock up her ass again. It was easier this time with her pussyjuices coating his entire length, but he could already feel the satisfying tautness of a shocked female trying to push the enormous intruding member out of her again. This was what he loved. Not just the cock-numbing tightness, but the fact that her body did not invite him inside as it did in the other hole.

"Am I big enough for you? How does it feel to be stretched?" The male licked his lips, absolutely adoring the sounds of his mother groaning at the sheer size of his member. Having it out of her for just a couple minutes was enough to make her feel overly stuffed when he took her there again. He loved it.

All his cubhood memories of her as the gentle, wise Queen of the pride were being thoroughly shattered by the sounds of her begging for more of his cock in her tailhole. She was a real flesh and blood lioness to him now, rather than this ideal maternal figure in his mind. To him it was akin to discovering that the gods were mortal.

"Feels... NNnn! Feels wonderful, Simba. You're so big, but you'll always be my little cub." She purred and reached up to run a forepaw through his mane affectionately even as his motions made beads of sweat form on her forehead. She was still twitching occasionally in the aftermath of her riveting sensations, but he knew it just meant she was still hot and ready for more.

"What did I tell you about how to address me?" Simba panted and sneered a bit at her, but was unwilling to break his pace for another punishing thrust. Sarabi inhaled sharply and then looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, a light smile on her face.

"Mmm.... My King," she sighed and felt another twitch in her tailbase. Her expression was a bit glazed and dreamy as she looked him over with loving eyes, but to him any expression right now would be interpreted as an enticing one.

Simba licked his lips and sped up, forcing the older lioness' tailring to extend around his girth once again. He could feel the edge approaching as he gazed down at his mother's calm smile yet lusty eyes - obviously crying out silently for a pleasure only he could provide. It was a tranquil call for his life-giving seed in her tight tailtunnel.

The lioness' refusal to take his domination too seriously did not hinder his mood in the least. It was somewhat reassuring to see his mother smiling peacefully up at him. She knew she was his lioness, and she loved it, just as he loved her. She needed him, wanted him, and the knowledge of it filled him with a warm sense of security.

Simba loved all his lionesses, but there were different types of love. For them he felt the love of a pride. The love of dominion. The love of seeding their wombs with his cubs. But for a certain few he had a special connection.

The love of a mate and friend for Nala.

The love of a father for his little cub Kiara.

And the love of a son, for his father who was taken from him, and of course for his mother Sarabi, who was currently clenching and unclenching her tailhole around his cock.

He was still in the middle of trying to work out exactly what this type of love entailed, but he had to admit he liked it so far. Their ways of bonding with each other had moved from grooming and kissing to moaning and romping when no one was looking. It was not a different kind of love, just another way to express it. And she was certainly not shy to try out every little sexual trick with him that she knew.

"Grrr..! ..that's... cheating." The lion tried to keep growling instead of moaning at the pleasurable treatment he was getting. He did not like to lose his dominant position here, but it was difficult not to just completely submit to the pleasure he was given. There was little he could do against a female with her extensive experience. Even though he was the one getting his rocks off, there was little doubt at this moment that she could turn the tables in an instant and get him exactly where she wanted. His response was to speed up, spreading the resistant lioness' tailring with his fat cock, and it was only when she began purposefully clenching tight enough to make him have to put real effort into his thrusts, that he felt the edge approaching much too fast under his beating paws. There was nothing he could do to hold back now.

Sarabi growled loudly and pushed back with her rear, catching him by surprise again until he dove down and bit her ear hard in retaliation at her sudden grab for control of the situation. His full, red mane brushed against her face, burying her in it for a moment and making her feel so secure and loved by its warmth that even his fierce attempts of controlling her did not faze her now.

" Do it! Be a good cub and cum in mommy's ass!"

The lioness *hissed* at the hard bite to her shoulder that followed immediately after her bold attempt at telling the bigger male what to do. The paralyzing pain was enough to keep her distracted from the lion's barbs suddenly flaring out and scraping her sensitive insides as the first powerful gushes of thick lionseed was fired up her rear.

The dominating snarl of Simba drowned out any noises she made, including the cry of pain when the ache in her shoulder subsided and was overwhelmed by the sharp spines plowing through her tailhole with relentless insistence, each time accompanied by a burst of searing hot fluid. The bigger male even had to hold her down with his weight to keep her from squirming and kicking her hindlegs out behind him, even though he loved the way it made her thighs rub all over his hindquarters.

He seemed to connect with every strand of fur from the crevice between her legs to the height of her chest and throat, where she could feel his mane brushing ticklishly against her. It had been a long time since she was claimed this thoroughly in her tail. The unrestrained lust and the closeness of their passion when facing each other like this made her feel like this was one of the most intimate moments of her entire life. They were so closely connected, she felt as if she was sharing all his desires, along with his massive orgasm.

She could not help it. The warm, liquid sensation gushing into her rear was too great a turn-on for the lioness. It was her guiltiest of pleasures. When she was alone, even fantasizing about it while she pawed herself was enough to get her off, and here she was - still at the heightened plateau of her last orgasm, ripe for another one immediately after.

Merely the act of being taken in her tail with such sensual, lewd precision had previously proved enough to make her climax after a while, but actually feeling the slimy sperm of a virile young male pour into her backside was too much for her pleasure-saturated mind to bear.

Simba was surprised at the sudden roar from the female between his hindlegs. At first he pushed down on her, thinking she was about to escape and he prepared himself for any movement she would make next, putting both his forepaws on her chest to pin her down on her back harder. He was ready for anything... except for what she actually did.

Having her tailring go into absolute seizures while she came hard and *yeowled* out her unbridled lust made the male completely lose his mind. He blacked out for an instant, his body going slack and then jerking awake a second later when he found himself drooling into the throatfur he had bitten down hard on, as well as having his entire spine spasm wildly in a renewed orgasm that surged through his whole body and made him cum all over again.

Nala was sure to be disappointed tonight when she found out she could not get as much of her night-time snack as usual, but at the moment that was the last thing on his mind. Watching his massive load overflow Sarabi's snug little ass and spill out over her tailbase while she was kicking her legs out behind him in sheer desperation at being ripped through by the claws of pleasure made it all worth it. His spread barbs ramming through her rumphole made certain she would vividly remember this moment for at least a week.

And so would he. Not even Nala had ever managed to make him cum twice without a pause. He had thought only lionesses could do that sort of thing.

*******

As the looming shadow above her moved backwards and left her alone in the grass, Sarabi started rolling from side to side on her back in an obviously misguided attempt to get herself pregnant with the sperm from the male. Even though he had spilled his cub-making seed in the wrong place, those instincts were hard to ignore. Twisting back and forth on her back in pleasure, she so thoroughly enjoyed the little sparks that were shooting through her body at every movement she made. She looked over at Simba through her out-spread legs, a twinkle in her eyes.

"Simba... mmm... my King. I always wanted you to grow up and be a stud who mounts every lioness he sees." There was nothing but pure admiration in her gleaming eyes; except perhaps a bit of raunchy humor.

Simba chuckled throatily, standing, and walking over to her. "Mmhmm, looks like you got your wish. With all the other lionesses out hunting, you're the nearest one with her tail lifted I can take. You should put yourself in that situation more often."

With a step forward the big lion straddled the purring female's chest, presenting her with his cumwet shaft and slapping it lightly against her cheek, leaving a faint wet mark in the fur.

"Lick me clean. I don't want Nala to know I can't keep my cock out of my own mother."

Sarabi was still panting heavily and her hot breaths caressed her son's shaft as she began dragging her tongue up the underside of the fat red cock freshly plucked from under her tail.

"She can join us next time," she muttered around her mouthful, snuffling up into the short fur of her son's sheath. The mixture of scents and sensations was too great to resist. She wanted it all.

"Mmm, really?" Simba looked down between his legs at her, already smirking widely at the thought.

"The pride that sleeps together, keeps together." The lioness laughed back up at him and curled her tongue around his cocktip to make his hindquarters shiver and have him drip a little more aftercum into her muzzle.

Simba chuckled greatly at that. "I bet you can teach her a thing or two as well."

"There's really very little to it. All you have to do is lift your tail when the King walks by," she teased him.

"You can't resist a good royal fuck, can you? Maybe I should bring you with me as my royal envoy instead of Nala?" Simba bared his teeth a bit with a playful expression on his face, showing that he could just as easily tease her back. Yet the older lioness just rolled her eyes and let her head fall down in the grass again, leaving him exposed and squatting above her. He figured the cleaning was over and stepped off to the side so he could shake out his mane to its full, fluffy glory.

"I'm not going to do that again. You wouldn't believe how many times I've been taken for the entertainment of Kings and Princes. Every royal lion in the next three territories in every direction have had their way with me." Sarabi looked up at the sky and sighed softly. A happy sigh.

"I had no idea you were such a hot commodity, mommy." The male's toothy grin betrayed his obvious amusement at hearing about her earlier escapades. He figured everything had happened in the previous generation pretty much the same as what he was going through now, but he had never really heard anyone talk about it. Everyone just knew what was expected of them and the foreign Kings were usually kind enough to instruct his envoys for him. It all just came natural and everyone seemed to know what to do, so the traditions were still surviving in secret, apparently.

"Only amongst royalty.. Mufasa demanded I pleasure every Lion King we visited. It's been a tradition in our pride for generations."

"Mmm, I bet negotiations went a lot smoother when the other King had his cock buried in pussy this good, huh?" The lion's paw reached over to stroke down her lower belly and across her folds to make his point. He loved it when his lionesses were on their backs; it made them so much more easily accessible everywhere.

"Muuuuch smoother. It was my responsibility to drain the King before negotiations even started. Sometimes there were no negotiations, because they were all too busy taking turns in me." Sarabi smiled at her memories. Those were good times, when she had felt wanted and needed. And had learned all the tricks of the trade from other lionesses in the surrounding prides about how to control and please a male in every fashion.

"Mrrrr.. sounds hot." Simba licked his lips. He loved the way she could describe these things and make him feel as if he was right there. Waiting in line... "And what about daddy?"

"Oh, he was busy impregnating every lioness he could get on top of. He's got at least a litter or two in every pride we've visited. Most of them older than you, of course."

Simba thought briefly of all his brothers and sisters that he had never met or knew about. He doubted even they knew they were bastard cubs of Mufasa. It was impossible to figure this sort of thing out in most prides since all the males were busy with each others' females, so lion family genetics were mostly determined by how each individual looked and acted when they came of age. Any of Mufasa's cubs ought to be recognizable by his own family, at least, just by their mannerisms.

Sarabi's paw reached down between the two of them and stroked slowly across her son's belly, instantly derailing his train of thoughts with a big *purrrrrr*

"Do you want me to make good on my promises?" She smiled and nodded her head to point down between his hindlegs, licking her lips slowly. The paw followed after and started brushing firmly over the soft golden fur of the lion's sheath where the top third of his slowly retreating hard-on was still quite visible.

To be honest, Simba could not even remember half of what they had yelled at each other in the heat of the moment. But he could very easily re-imagine some of the things he had probably made her promise to do sometime during the red haze of lust. The caress of his sheath made his loins twitch and heat up a bit again, but he could feel a sexual exhaustion even greater than the renewed desire her paw brought forth.

"Mmm, certainly. After a nap. I need to r ecover a bit if you want me to be.. plentiful." His wink made her giggle and swat her paw playfully at his muzzle.

"Just make sure you leave a little for the others today. And tomorrow I promise you we'll romp in the bushes till you pass out." The King licked his muzzle, already impatient for their next session as he reclined onto his side in the grass.

Sarabi just laughed and rolled over on her side too, facing away from the bigger lion, and let herself be scooped up by all four legs of his as he pulled her backwards and up against his chest to spoon her. He made sure to give her enough room so she could wedge her perfect little rump inbetween his hindlegs and rest it there with his large endowments pressing up against her tailbase and lower back. Just the way she liked it. Wet, loving licks were generously applied between her ears and over them as well as they both purred in their embrace and enjoyed a few last snuggles and scritches before they fell silent to sleep for a while.

The silence made it easy to finally let the exhaustion of their act take over and make them both lazy and sleepy. Sarabi had almost fallen asleep entirely when she heard her son's soft voice behind her.

"Was that what you wanted?"

The pang of guilt made the lioness twitch visibly when just a bit of rational thought entered her mind. She had just mated with her own son. Well, not technically mated, of course, but she was pretty sure that anal sex ranked pretty high on the naughty list. It was not the first time they had been intimate, but this was definitely the most passionate experience they had ever shared. It was wrong and she knew it, but.. it was too difficult to just stand on the sidelines and watch every other lioness in the pride get to experience that special bond with a male while she had to forgo ever feeling that way again.

She had given in a while ago when she first talked him into 'playing daddy', and he had gotten better every time. Remarkably, fantastically, and almost disturbingly better. The few previous times they had fooled around together Sarabi usually spent the next few days being very conflicted about the whole thing, but right in the moment - and as now in the afterglow - all she felt was joy and happiness at sharing such intimacy with another soul. Regardless of who he was.

Even now the way his large paw stroked gently down her belly and played with her teats one by one, tweaking them lightly and then rubbing his large, soft pawpad against the small mounds, she felt this immense sense of security and comfort. And love, most of all.

"Yes, my son. That was what I wanted." She closed her eyes and felt his gentle kiss on her neck.