The Lion King's Filthy Habit
#2 of The Lion King Stories (TLK)
Simba wants to indulge in his secret desire for male rump...but will Queen Nala approve?
Hello, everyone!
I decided to write something heavy-duty tonight, and this is what came out. Pretty kinky stuff, and definitely enough to ruin a few childhood heroes, I hope!
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"Well?"
Simba's furs bristled in his neck as his mate's voice echoed off the walls of the cave, amplified to sound even louder, and yes...more tense than normally would have been the case in such a situation. The lion king's tail swept from side to side, showing his nerves as much as the loud, chuffed breath coming off the great beast's puffed out chest. His skin itched, and his nose could smell a variety of things, including the well-trodden soil, the sun, and the other lions in presence in his private sanctum on the Pride Rock.
"Well?" the voice snarled through the air again, making Simba's majestic ears to fall flat over his skull.
"What?" Simba breathed out, unable to turn his head off to the left, to meet his mate's eyes.
"Is it what you wanted, darling?"
Simba's next breath came in a low growl, his eyes transfixed on the sight in front of him, the two males, one golden, one more dark-hued, sitting side by side, magnificent in the sunlight streaming into the cave. Their bulging, full bodies and shiny furs told Simba that they were healthy males in their young adult pride, full of vigor and life, needed to survive the hardships of the savannah. Their scents were unfamiliar, for they did not belong to the pride but were nomadic lions, who wandered through the wastes, relying only upon themselves, or, if they were lucky, one another, in their endless trek in search of a next meal, or a pool of clean water. These lions did not look like they had had much trouble in doing just that, for their were proud, handsome, and healthy creatures, and for today, they were inside Simba's cave, as prompted by Nala...for purposes all too evident for the king of the lions.
It had started innocent enough...right after Kira was born, and Nala did not wish to bear another cub yet...but that did not mean that Simba would lose any of his prodigious libido. The king could have any lioness he ever wanted, but his deep respect for Nala had kept him from running down the lionesses circling the Pride Rock, frustrated upon their heat but with no male to take care of their needs, for Simba was devoted to Nala, his queen, and only she would have the honor of bearing cubs for the proud beast that was Simba. Thus, the king only had his queen, and with their normal outlet not available, Simba had to explore alternatives to his favorite activity, sinking his pointed cock deep into the waiting female.
Nala's muzzle and paws worked for a while, there was nothing he could speak in the way of a complaint about the rutting sessions in their cave, where both of them would usually end up more or less covered in his copious seed, sprayed over Nala's muzzle, or perhaps her chest, should her paws be doing the job of pleasuring the king. Simba was an eager lion and needed his release several times a day, and soon...soon the desire to mount a willing female and simply take her and fuck her senseless grew too harsh. He could have told her to take it, simple as that, but the king's love for his queen was pure, like it was when they were mere cubs, and he would not take anything without a consent.
That left Simba with a choice that was not easy to propose for his queen, but once he described the benefits of the arrangement, Nala could do little other than to lay down on his belly, lift her tail, and let Simba stick his thick cock deeply into the lioness's asshole. Deep snarls had filled the cave once Simba's royal barbs tore through his mate, but the tight grip and the dry heat caused him to cum instantly, for it was the first time he was within such a tight hole in all too long...and he had no choice but to surrender to the sensations.
From that time on, the king had enjoyed his queen with the old, familiar frequency, but this time also taking his enjoyment in the female's tight ass. It was an agreeable substitute to the most basic of acts they could do, but...even though there was nothing that troubled Simba about buttfucking his queen as often and as roughly as he did, the fact that it was bringing back other...desires...was something of a worry.
His long exile from the Pride Lands had not been an entire unhappy time, for he had spent many years with his friends, Timon and Pumba, whose laidback attitude to all things in life also extended to erotic matters. It was that pair that introduced the innocent lion to many joys and physical pleasures, including those that could be enjoyed between two or more males, with each other. While Simba had no doubt that he had a ravenous appetite for tight, dripping lioness pussy, he knew as well that there was fascination to be had when it came to firm, muscled male bodies, to what hung between their hindlegs, and what was hidden under their tails. These thoughts were dwelled upon, strangely, often while he was balls deep inside his queen, ramming himself in and out of a tight, constricting tailhole that had only marginally been slickened with spit before he pushed himself inside his snarling queen. Simba made sure to lick his mate into a series of orgasms whenever he took her roughly in the ass, but he was starting to think that she might not be so keen to indulge her king's desires quite as often as he wanted to.
In a very strange way, Simba's suggestion to Nala, one evening, seemed almost perfectly logical. The queen would be spared of another cub-bearing time while she wanted to concentrated on rearing Kira, the king would not the frustrated by the lack of release, and what especially appealed to Nala, there was no risk of having bastard cubs of the king running around Pride Lands, possible threatening the integrity of the small family they had recently formed. It would only be a physical release, she thought, and he assured her, though she had her doubts, while the king made his plea for his queen.
Nala took some time to consider Simba's request, a week or so that also meant that the king would not get any favors from her, while she contemplated whether the idea of letting her mate fuck other males to sate his "old curiosities and lustful appetite", as he had put it, was a good idea or not. Secretly, deeply, she enjoyed smelling his frustration in the air in the galleries of their caves, as he had to go without his nightly sex with his queen. Some royal lions even noted about it to her, telling that the king was antsy and easy to irritate, and wondered whether the queen had anything to do with it. Nala had to confess to herself that she already was missing his tongue and paw-fingers, plunging deep into her and making her explode with pleasure over and over again.
In the end, she had to cave in, and sought him out, and no matter what, begged for him to fill her pussy, after so long apart, and he barely left her through the night, simply resting for a moment before returning to the intense thrusting of his slimy cock inside the queen's filled-out pussy. The worn-out lion also received his answer...yes...but she would handle it, and he would only be allowed to indulge with her present, so that she would always know what was going on between her king and whatever...subjects she would summon.
Simba still stared at the two males who simply sat there, languidly looking back at him with soft expressions over their muzzles. Their manes were long and rugged, perhaps less groomed than the king's own bushy ring of hair surrounding his neck, and they smelled of savannah ponds and chasing prey and illustrious musk, perfect for such wild creatures, in comparison to the king of the lions who barely could start his day without a long, relaxing grooming session with his queen. These nomadic lions were large, thickly muscled and powerful, and their bodies, and their eyes piqued the king of the lions in many ways that were not always clear to him.
"Simba?"
The lion king's tail smacked the ground behind him, as the tension rolled through his body.
"Yes?" he breathed.
Nala got up from her resting position and slowly walked over to the big lion, standing next to him, and nuzzling her head and cheek against Simba's, purring quietly.
"Aren't they beautiful?" Nala rumbled, continuing to caress her lover's neck, slowly.
Simba growled, throatily, watching how the two male lions reacted to it, by their ears, and their tails, flipping behind them, slowly. Their eyes seemed to glow in the sunlight, making their gaze even more brilliant, and more piercing, as they watched the leonine couple, the smaller of them still nuzzling over Simba's golden neck.
"Yes..." Simba managed, after licking his dry lips to put some moisture over them.
"Are they what you wished for, Simba?" Nala scratched her teeth over his skin, making sure that her words would get through to the mesmerized lion.
Simba rumbled, and curled his back a little, allowing his body to tense and then relax, all in a single, smooth flow of energy through his body. Nala was still purring.
"They are so beautiful, and they want you, Simba...do you want them?" she whispered, enjoying how her mate trembled. "Do you wish to have them? They're yours."
Simba's sheath started to feel warm and itchy, both from the caress of his queen's lips against his neck, the sight and smell of the two big males, and the thoughts that coursed through his mind upon hearing Nala's words. All the old memories, of the rut, of laughter, hot rumbling, breaths and thick, spurting cocks were hard to push away, when such things awaited him. Added all that was the fact that while Simba was not a stranger to sex with males, he had never actually done the deed with a male lion. That added an exiting thrill to the already very promising moment, so that it was filling his sheath and causing the first bristly inch of thick lion cock to slip out of its fuzzy cover, tucked neatly between his legs. Simba could smell himself as soon as that happened, at the same time as felt himself grow more aroused, and he breathed deeply, savoring his own musk. He could see that the two lions were watching him carefully, as well, including what was going on in his groin, and the knowledge, and Nala's purring chuckle, made him feel heat under his cheek furs as well.
Nala departed from Simba's side with a final nip on his ear, and then settled to sit on the side, and then turned her gaze towards the two lions, still sitting in attention near the entry of the cave.
"Amadi, Jengo, why don't you just go and introduce yourselves to the king?" she spoke in the best commanding voice the queen could bestow upon her subjects.
Simba's eyes jumped to Nala's, and the queen simply smiled, and rumbled, as she saw the two lions stand up, and stretch, each in turn, comfortable after sitting down for a while. She also could see her mate's eyes, fixed onto the sight of the two males enjoying themselves in such a manner, displaying their size and their muscles openly. Their tails swayed and their ears flicked, and both males, golden and dark, had broad smiles, as they took steps towards the king, who simply stood there, stationary, slightly tense, and with a thick cock sprouting off his groin. His aroused meat strained and jumped as the dual musk of the two males hit his nose, harder now that the two were closer, standing next to one another, and only three feet away from the king.
"I am Amadi," the golden stranger smiled, purring, as he bowed for the king, respectfully.
"And I am Jengo, your highness," the dark lion grinned, as he tipped his head down, but maintained eye contact with Simba the whole time, unlike his companion Amadi had done before.
Simba gave the pair a stiff nod, still flabbergasted at the prospect of getting to enjoy himself with two such fine males...and even with his mate's approval, if only grudgingly so. She remained seated in her own place, watching, not speaking, not reacting, even when the two lions approached even further, and began to nuzzle Simba, one on each side. Simba purred roughly, enjoying the tickle of breath and whiskers over his skin, while the two rumbling lions got close to him, mixing their scent with Simba's, closing in to the king of the pride.
"You are so large, my king...you smell wonderful..." the one called Amadi purred into his left ear, touching it with his tongue.
"You smell like sex, my king...and you are so big...all over..." Jengo complimented, running his nose against Simba's cheek, to mark him with scent and sample the king's own.
Simply breathed in and purred, open-mawed. His skin felt even hotter, and his cock was hard like a tree branch, sticking out of his sheath, just above the pair of big balls tucked close to his body now, in their warm sac, churning with unused seed he now desired to spend as he played with these two willing, wonderful-smelling, eager lions intent on pleasing a king. His swollen cock throbbed, oozing hot liquid against his belly furs, and he could do little but stand still and allow the males get to know him intimately...for that was part of the fun.
The two male's tongues slipped out of their muzzles and groomed over Simba's cheeks and his lips, tasting him and wetting his face with their combined saliva, that left a thin sheen of it, marking him with their scent, while the two purring creatures taunted him sensually with their touches, their bodies and their words.
"I have never seen such a grand lion as you, Simba, my king..."
"You taste heavenly, my king..."
"I can smell you so clearly, it is making my blood heated, my king..."
"I hope you will want both of us, my king...we are yours...just the way you please..."
Simba moaned, and his eyes snapped open, when a tongue pushed its way into his muzzle, touching his own. He saw that it was Jengo, the dark lion, smiling to him with his eyes, as he kissed the king, openly, wetly, and rumbled loudly. Simba pushed his muzzle forward and met the kiss, craning his neck for a better angle to it, and let his own tongue rub against the one slipping into his maw so hotly. At the same time, he could feel Amadi's muzzle and one of his paws, caressing over Simba's side and flank, touching his body and making his muscles tense up under the touch, while the golden lion explored his king. Simba purred and adjusted his hind legs minutely, for better balance, as he kept on kissing the other lion, wetly, keeping their tongues in a constant battle for the control of the kiss. For the moment, he was winning, but also meant getting a mawful of the other lion's saliva, as the fight carried on, inconclusive. Simba's eyes were concentrated on those of the lion in front of him, how bright they were, intelligent and warm, and just how nice those lips felt over his own, exploring and touching and doing unexpected things...a joy reserved only for having sex with someone new. The taste and the scent mixed into a rare combination inside his muzzle, and added to the arousing sensations that kept coursing through Simba's body, making sure that his proud cock remained fully hard and wanting.
Amadi continued to run his paws over the lion's side, moving slowly along his body until he reached the swinging tail that highlighted Simba's immensely powerful thighs that formed the basis for a very thickly muscled, broad rear, in simple terms, the perfect golden-furred ass, now right in front of the foreign lion's eyes. It's bulky yet finely crafted curve, the base of that tail and the length of cock bobbing under the lion's belly were all exceedingly attractive. It made Amadi's muzzle water, and his own cock was already fully hard and prodding his belly on each step he took, hardly a nuisance when he was so aroused, the stimulation was very welcome, after all. His ears flicked along to the slick sounds of his companion Jengo making out with the king, prompting the lion to purr, and grin to himself, as he witnessed his mate's conquest of the king of the pride. Amadi began to lick and muzzle over the lion's hip, rubbing himself all over the fine, ripped body, to make both of them feel good, and let the passion naturally grow amongst the three of them. Simba was already rumbling loudly, and gave an addition to the series of huffs and purrs that already filled the air.
Simba felt heavenly with the two lions working over his body, melded into his lips, touching his body, being with him with their scents and voices as well, caressing all of his senses and allowing the great male to relax, slowly, into the actions that were both familiar and all very new to him. The two lions were clearly masters of this kind of love, and needed little encouragement to do everything they wanted to do with Simba, now that the obvious permission had been given by the queen, who restrained herself and simply watched the strangers have their way with her mate. Jengo was suckling on Simba's tongue, making it tingle, and copious slobber was exchanged between their muzzles as the kiss continued, running back and forth between their panting maws. Simba's head swam with the pleasure, and his cock was hard as a rock and felt like he might burst down to the packed earth and waste his seed even before he got to do anything further to bring forth such a reaction from his swollen loins. Kissing someone so strong added an extra thrill to it, Simba had to confess to himself, letting the thought pass through his pleasure-addled mind.
The next thing that was a more defined sensation for him was the feeling of firm paws over his rump, that being Amadi's paws, now resting on each side of his ass, right by his tailbase. His flicky tail slipped from side to side, batting against the male who had sat down behind him, and now stared at the golden ass that filled his consciousness for the moment. The lusty curves, the smooth-furred taint, huge balls, and whatever he could see of the hole nestled between the firm rump cheeks beckoned for the dirty-minded lion, who licked his lips and began to fondle the inviting royal buttocks, skipping any dainty strokes and instead went for heavy, firm squeezes.
Simba threw his head back in surprise, for a moment he only saw the stony ceiling of the cave, before a paw landed on his neck and pulled him back to the kiss. Jengo's tongue invaded his muzzle and wiped away any shocks that might be left, expect those of erotic kind, going through his spine on warm erotic bursts of lightning, coming whenever Amadi gave another firm fondle across the pliant, hot flesh of the double buns of Simba's ass. The heavy-set lion could only rumble his approval upon the rough treatment. It was a different thing to have your queen paw and claw and bite on you sensually, but when it was another large male doing it, when there was weight and firmness behind the act...it was simply incomparable for the lion whose mind was filled with erotic thoughts, as he succumbed to his lust and temptation, openly, and without regret. He could take it easily, his muscles did not ache even after the roughest gropes over his flesh, rather, it made him push his rump back against the welcoming paws, and that brought them down again, heavily. Jengo kept pushing his tongue into Simba's warm maw in an erratic rhythm, keeping up a movement between them, much like his mate was doing on the other end of the lion, torturing his flesh erotically, with his paws, and soon, as Jengo was to learn, when Simba groaned into his maw, with his muzzle as well. Amadi's jaws landed over Simba's tailbase and bit on the bony protrusion, causing the long, muscled appendage to jump and slap against Amadi's belly. The golden lion rumbled, for the tail caught his cock as well, causing it to bouncy wildly, from the shock. His balls were already aching with pent-up desire...they had been waiting for this opportunity.
Simba moaned breathlessly into the kiss, and tried to stay still while those teeth nibbled all over his tailbase, catching him with lips and a maw intent on touching him all over, he soon noticed, when the pressure lessened and his tail was free again. This time he felt thumbs dig into his rump cheeks, momentarily, before the muscled halves were pulled apart and a muzzle was pressed between them, seeking the musky orifice normally hidden between them. Simba grunted at the first sensation of lips and a tongue sliding into his taint, it had been a while since he had teased Nala into touching his ass while they had sex, and it was about time that neglected part of him got some proper butt fun as well. It was not a shy tongue that ran up and down his ass crack, but a slick, harsh one, slobbering him with runny male saliva that quickly heated up his rear and his balls. The sudden heat, not to mention the prod of a tongue against his pucker reminded Simba of many pleasures that could be had by that part of his body, and the very thought was enough to make his muscled ring clench down on upon itself, while the king imagined...remembered, how it felt to have something hard and thick slide inside there and begin to move...driving the very breath out of him with its intensity. Simba knew that he wanted to fuck both of these males and fill their rumps with his seed, and he also wanted their seed inside his own ass, as a mark of their companionship and unity...and he wanted to taste seed as well, not his own, that was a common pleasure, for he could easily roll over and taste himself, but...
The thought was easy to put into practice, as he pawed and Jengo's side, and made the strange lion to step back, looking questioningly on the lion he had been kissing for quite some time now.
Simba smirked and looked down to the jutting, pointed piece of meat proudly displayed amidst the creamy belly furs belonging to the dark-pelted male, who was completely aroused and clearly in need of some relief, and what would be more fun for a horny male than to feel a hot tongue and lips over his cock...Simba could not find many better alternatives. His maw fell open, and the look he gave to the other male was a questioning one, and it made Jengo smile, roughly, and put a paw down on Simba's neck.
"it's all yours, my king...enjoy it..."
Simba tilted his head down and simply breathed in the thick musk emanating from the lion's crotch, amazed at its strength. It wasn't quite like his own, but it was strong and it was good, and made him purr and spray pre all over the floor, even before actually touching the red flesh at all. The first real contact was having it rub against his cheek when he leaned down to press his nose over Jengo's going and breathing him in...letting all his sense become overloaded with pure masculinity, straight from the source. The seated lion's paw rode over his neck, stroking into his mane and encouraging the lion king's explorations, with purrs and a gentle grip.
"Yes...yes, my king...that is very good...ohh Amadi...he is so good..."
"Hmmhp!" the golden lion replied, currently too busy lapping over Simba's balls to return the conversation in any other way.
"Such a beautiful king..." Jengo crooned, breathless with the tickle of furs over his shaft, soon to be followed by a tongue, not at all hesitant, when its slick side ran over his thick tool.
Simba tried his best to concentrate on giving a muzzlejob to his new lover, first by teasing the hard dick with his tongue, then planning to take it into his maw, but the fact that he had a another muzzle buried between his ass cheeks, teasing against his taint and his tailstar was a great distraction. He really had to divide his attention between the two sides, allowing his mind to wander between the two forms of teasing upon his erotically charged body, deep in the throes of a rut that the two males inflamed in him. Cock and ball musk lingered in his nose and over his tongue, making the proud king purr with delight, and lust for the hard bodies of these two males his queen had gifted to him, for being such a fine, and trustworthy mate. He would not displease Nala by not taking everything he could get, and that also now involved slipping several savory inches of throbbing, tongue-tickling barbed catcock into his hungry muzzle.
It had been so long since he had sucked on a cock that wasn't his own, and to have a strange, foreign, completely new member buried in his maw was really an experience to behold. It was differently shaped to the one that now jumped between his own legs, this one tasted curiously, earthly, warm, and it was hot, and pulsed over his tongue, and let that slippery fluid flow over it, and into his maw. Simba daren't swallow, he wanted to let the taste grow and collect in his muzzle and make for an even better experience, not to mention slicked, for once Jengo gave the king's head a gentle push to bury more of his cock into the inviting maw, spittle burst from the corners of Simba's muzzle and stained his face. Simba's ears flicked at the submissive feeling of soiling himself in such a manner, and it added more heat over his cheeks, just like the hot saliva did earlier.
"And with a taste for cock, Amadi..." Jengo murmured as he sat back and relaxed, stroking Simba's mane encouragingly while the young, handsome king went down on nomad dick, purring continuously.
The cheeky lion with a taste for some royal anus was content to reply the declaration through the king he was debauching with his tongue. Amadi swiped his tongue in rapid circles around the firm, pink pucker throbbing under his moist tongue, causing the muscles to purse down upon themselves and making the hidden tailstar even tighter than before. The slick teasing caused little sparks of pleasure go through Simba's hindquarters, starting from his asshole and spreading along the root of his cock, so that his stiff member throbbed and jumped, and further over his spine, so that the deepest, darkest reaches of his erotic, muddled mind were tickled by the very knowledge that someone was playing with his ass, the forbidden place on a male's body, and he was enjoying it immensely. Amadi's paws were not resting either, for they kept on rubbing and fondling Simba's rump, keeping the muscles constantly stimulated while the king's asshole was eaten out with gusto by the hotly murrring lion plastered under his erratically swinging tail. Amadi didn't mind the occasional swat, but did reward each of them with a tug over Simba's balls, which always caused a deep rumble and a moan around the cock lodged in his muzzle, and that would make Jengo moan as well, and buck his hips forward.
The sexually connected trio writhed and grunted and made the air ripple with heat and energy that coursed between them, signifying the relentless life force at play amongst the three males. Simba was the key and the center, his pleasure fueled the others and kept them going, racing, touching, grunting, and flexing muscles, everything overseen by the quietly hissing lioness, from her own corner. The sight of her mate rutting with the other males was having an effect on her, one that went beyond making her immensely aroused. She knew that her mate was enjoying himself, expressing himself in ways not usually available to him, and the power she wielded upon him, for being the one allowing this to him, was breath-taking for Nala, the quiet shadow in the corner of the cave filled with horny, musky, grunting males joined to each other by tongue and cock.
SImba had to time his breaths to the times when the cock in his maw wasn't sliding deeply into him, for Jengo was not rocking his hips at a quick rhythm, allowing his cock to slip in and out of the warm muzzle. He was being constantly caressed by the king's lips and tongue and heat, and it was no surprise that he was soon groaning, grunting, and baring his teeth, and Simba was sure he could feel claws on his neck, through his mane, where the lion gripped upon him.
"Ahhh...yes...yes, I'll spill into your maw soon, my king...yes...yes..."
Simba pursed his lips as best as he could, to stroke more firmly over the flesh pistoning into his maw, and his tongue tickled the underside of the girm, red flesh filling him nicely, becoming slightly numb in the process, when the barbs scraped over his flesh. Spit flowed down Simba's cheeks, overflowing by now as the slippery cock made sloppy noises whenever it bottomed out inside the king's maw, and then pulled back, wetly. The pace only quickened, almost gagging Simba, when the tip began to tickle the back of his throat on occasional especially deep thrusts into him.
"Yes...I don't think I can hold...yes...ahrrhrhrhrhrhrhrh...!!"
Amadi continued to lick and kiss over Simba's asshole, even when he felt the golden lion tense up for the moment of the truth, when Jengo pushed his head down and held it there, just as his cock twitched one final time and burst a stream of cum straight into Simba's hungry muzzle. The thick fluid splashed against the roof of Simba's maw and instantly began to dribbled down over his tongue, allowing him to taste the strong liquid as soon as it entered into him, filling him. Jengo groaned and roared magnificently, causing ears to flatten and furs to bristle, with the very volume and tone of his exclamation. His cock was balls deep inside the suckling maw and he kept bucking slowly even while shooting his load inside the king of the lions, muzzlefucking the noble male so that he was forced to swallow everything that was being squirted into him. Simba drank eagerly from the tap of masculine essence drooling over his tongue and reminding him with every increasingly watery spurt on just how much he had missed doing this submissive sexual act. His own cock had lost none of its hardness, even when he almost gagged on the cum-spewing cock that filled him up. He tried to suck on the twitching member as hard as he could, to make Jengo give more seed to the thirsty lion in need of more musk inside his muzzle and his stomach, where the offering now pooled itself into an extra source of heat, deep within Simba's body.
"Ahnhhh....you're perfect, my king," Jengo groaned once he was done, and his cock simply rested between Simba's tired lips, still closed around him.
Jengo stroked the king's neck as he slowly pulled himself out of that hot maw, and then rubbed his slick cock all over the king's muzzle, smearing the remains of his load along Simba's face, letting the king know, by this musky mark, that he had been bred in the muzzle, and he had taken a strong lion's offering. Simba tried to remain still despite the buzzing sexual energy in his body, but he had no time to rest, the golden lion was still hard at work on his rump, teasing his asshole with his tongue and trying to push it inside the clenching muscular gate, to taste the lion from within. Simba's face felt hot and wet and his ass was outright messy by now after so much drool had gone over it, but he hardly minded, despite being such a neat-minded creature...he could give concessions every now and then, and this was definitely one of the times, when a thick cock hung so close to his nose still.
"You are wonderful," Jengo declared and licked Simba's lips, briefly, before he stood up.
Simba, purring and grunting from the anal play that still tortured his body, watched how Jengo stretched, luxuriously, took his time and walked a slow circle around them two, eyeing them and whispering an encouraging word to Amadi's ear that Simba couldn't hear, before he returned over and stood in front of Simba...and slowly turned around. Simba could only watch, breathlessly, how the lion settled comfortably, and then lifted his tail, swinging it to the side.
"Come on, king Simba...you need me...I know you do..." Jengo taunted, catching the lion's eyes over his shoulder, head held up proudly.
Amadi stopped his ministrations, as if by a cue, and sat back, letting his slippery tongue slip away from the slightly gaping hole that was Simba's spit-smeared anus, which winked at the dirty-minded lion upon the departure of the tongue that had been dwelling inside his hot asshole for quite some time now. Amadi smacked his lips approvingly, tasting sweaty musk, and gave Simba's rump a good-hearted slap.
"Go on, my king...he's all yours, and I can tell you that he's still as tight as a virgin...just go and take him, my king..." the lion rumbled, roughly, panting with the exertion of the earlier sex.
Jengo shook his rump from side to side and let his tail swing attractively, showing off its curve and how it led down to his fuzzy taint and the beautiful pucker easily visible in the rich sunlight.
Simba only spent a few seconds staring at the offering in front of him before he lunged forward, like the alpha male that he was, and mounted the brown-furred lion with a springy leap. The sudden landing pushed air out of their lungs, and Jengo's body tensed, he suddenly had to carry a lot more upon himself, now that the lion was upon his back, close, covering him, for he was still so much bigger, even if Jengo had nothing to be ashamed of when it came to his own size...
"Fuck him raw, Simba!" Amadi grunted, harshly, from somewhere beyond the hazy wall of pleasure closing around Simba's consciousness.
Simba hunched his hips forward and caught Jengo's neck scruff between his teeth, and pulled on it, hard. His paws clutched to the heavy male's sides, holding him firmly, while his hips rocked forward, humping his slick, straining cock against the lion's crack, seeking entry into the hot body below him. He could feel the tense muscles, he heard the terse breaths and the grunts, and he felt a tail tickle against his own thighs and knees, while the lion underneath him struggled to accommodate such a strong male upon him.
The lion king's natural instincts kicked in without a hitch. He tugged harshly onto the subservient lion's neck, telling him who was the boss as he ruled over the lesser male's body with his own. His hips slammed down with force that made Jengo's teeth clatter, between lustful moans from him upon feeling the royal male finally have him. Simba bit down his own jaws and ground himself against the leonine ass under his hips, trying to hit his mark naturally. He had a lot of practice in assfucking as of late, and thus it did not take too much trouble to find the correct angle and slip his tip against the slight give that was Jengo's muscled hole. He remained there only for a second before Simba growled, asserting his power over the trembling lion in a fleeting moment before he jammed himself inside his clenching, throbbing, dry heat.
The tight tunnel closed upon him instantly, squeezing and massaging all over Simba's hard cock, buried to the hilt within moments of actually getting inside the other male, the first male lion he ever fucked, and it was glorious. Simba slobbered roughly over Jengo's neck, wetting the furs completely with his saliva, rumbling even more loudly now. It resonated between their taut bodies, the cave walls echoed, and ears flattened. Jengo's ass burned, Simba's cock burned, and his body thrummed...he could not keep himself still for much more.
"Fuck me, my king...fill me..." Jengo hissed between his teeth, pushing back against Simba's loins despite the sudden, raking sensation of having so many barbs touch all over his inner walls.
Simba had been so careful during his last sessions with Nala, that the opportunity to really go on a hot hole, no holds barred, was not something he had to be coaxed into doing. The lion started to hunch rapidly into the clenching, squeezing hole, ramming himself in and out at a rapid pace, not controlled by his mind, but by his lust. It dictated that he should fuck the male as hard as he could and fill him with his seed, to make sure that he would remember the experience of getting the opportunity to mate the lion king. Jengo's claws scraped the floor, cutting trenches through the packed earth, as he tried to keep still upon the rough treatment of his ass. Their balls smacked together on every thrust, swinging wildly between their slick, sex-crazed bodies.
Amadi watched the proceedings keenly for a few moments, his own lust growing to even greater proportions as he watched the two males fuck hard. His eyes followed the swing of Simba's tail, and the clenching of his rump, as he drove himself into the groaning lion. The sight gave Amadi a thought, and he approached, close enough that he could catch Simba's tail between his teeth, and give it a tug.
Simba rumbled upon the sudden hold and tried to pull his tail away, but it only caused a further twinge of sensation upon him, not entirely pleasurable, until his tail was freed from Amadi's slick jaws, and he jammed his hips forward, to bury himself all the way to his rumpled sheath. His back arched wildly, much to Amadi's visual amusement, as the golden lion gave a final bemused look and then simply straddled Simba, the king of lions.
Simba let out an annoyed grunt; the sudden pressure was making it difficult for him to thrusts, now that he had the other lion upon him, pawing over his sides and pushing his thighs over Simba's own. His body rippled, muscles tensing to carry the weight that was so suddenly pushed upon him...but it could not be compared to the sensation of having his cock buried in the lion below him...and yes...another hard prick rubbing his own tailbase.
Hot lips touched Simba's neck, nipping a little, tugging on the disorderly furs, while Amadi purred, and rocked his hips back and forth.
"I'll have you now, my king, if you like..."
Simba was beyond words, he simply pushed his hips backwards, and hope that it would do the trick.
Amadi gripped more tightly to Simba's sides and lined himself up, partially by instinct, on the other paw, by the sensation of his cock sliding along Simba's slick taint. He pushed upwards, all the way until he touched that thickly muscled little star below the rapidly swaying tail. The big lion's little hole pulsed, and all movement ceased when the pointed tip touched it, and kissed his flesh.
"Ohh yes..."
Simba couldn't keep out the snarl when the flesh pressed into him, without a pause, relentlessly driving that barbed shaft past his resisting pucker and into his hole, pushing into the tunnel beyond his clenching, steamy opening. It was hot, it hurt a little as unused muscles were stretched past their normal use, and it made Simba's belly feel full, and something hot was definitely poking...yes...the good place that craved fingers and cocks inside his ass was definitely remembering what to do with the weighty presence filling out his rectum. His body churned around the intruding stalk, trying to expel it the natural way, but failing, the firm body over his back was unmoving, and kept himself firmly buried into the king's hot ass, grunting appreciatively.
Jengo was the first to move, he was at the bottom of the pile, and his rocking hips were required to encourage Simba to resume his own thrusts into the dark-furred lion's receptive hole. The king, still a bit overwhelmed by the cock lodged in his ass, caught the message, and began to hump forward, driving into the yielding heat with vigor he rarely felt, even with Nala. It simply felt perfectly good, thrusting into such a hot little hole that kept gripping on him on different parts of his shaft, depending on how deeply he had entered into the tight hot asshole. His movements had the added effect of causing Amadi's cock to slide inside the king's own constricting rectum, effectively fucking Simba's ass on the cock of the top lion, as he made his own to and fro thrusts into Jengo's asshole. The king panted hotly, his body filling with sensation as he enjoyed both ends of the affair at the same time...and for someone as greedy as Simba, that was the perfect arrangement.
The rough bucking of hips and slap of balls and firm bodies grinding together became the norm as the three lions enjoyed each other. Simba kept pumping his hips at the usual breakneck pace fitting for a horny fucker, just like the king proudly knew himself to be, and he held nothing back while he pounded into the purring male. His own ass was beyond pain and now only felt full. Amadi's thick cock ploughed into him rapidly, keeping the lion king's ass itching for more with every poke in the love spot deep inside that tight tunnel. They fell into a rhythm of thrusts and counterthrusts, accentuated with rocking hips and twisting bodies, riding through the waves of pleasure filling their bodies to the brim.
Simba had his eyes closed, fully concentrated upon simply feeling everything his body had to offer to him, and he was appropriately surprised, when lips pressed over his muzzle, soft, and warm. He opened an eye and saw an all too familiar face...Nala...who had come forth and was now standing next to the three rutting males, watching her mate with a mysterious expression upon her lips...the very same ones that soon touched Simba's again.
Simba purred and began to kiss his queen, urgently. Despite the fact that he was involved in a four-way rut, it was Nala whom he loved, and wanted ,and now she wanted to be a part of this act, and he would do all he could. Certainly the slip of a feminine tongue into his maw made Simba fuck the lion underneath him with extra urgency. His blood was boiling and his poor balls mashed between their bodies, constantly pounded with similarly hefty pairs from either side. He was stroked from within and from around him, everywhere there was stimulation, musk and sensation, all aimed to bring the king the greatest amount of pleasure he could simply bear.
It could not last long, it was all too much in the end, when Simba wasn't quite sure where his body ended and another began, and he could do nothing but throw his head back and roar out his pleasure, heard all across the Pridelands, when the king of the lions went through a convulsive flash of heat, and his body gave up trying to hold back, his blood burned, his muscles ached, his rump ached...everything was on fire, and now the flames burst out of him, accompanied by the loud, echoing sound. His cum filled the ass he had been pounding only moments before, now his hips were still, only idly rocking while he spilled into the lion below him, much to their mutual moaning delight. Simba's tailhole clenched rhythmically, milking Amadi's own straining shaft and making it twitch and throb in the confines of the lion king's hole that soon had a slick coating of its own, when the golden lion grunted and gripped tightly upon his king.
Even through the pleasurable haze, Simba was aware of the tongue caressing his lips, and the taste was familiar, reminding him again of why this all had come to be, it was his Nala, his queen...guiding her mate even when he was so far away from their usual place. Simba moaned deeply into his mate's soft maw, overcome by the pleasure that kept pulsing within him, flashing through his consciousness and making it difficult to think. He knew everything he had to know...he was the king...he was...he was...Simba.
The lion king elbowed the male still resting on top of him, after a few moments of remaining in mount upon the sprawled, panting lion, and he staggered backwards, only to come to lie down breathlessly on his back, all paws pointing to the ceiling. Simba panted, his glistening cock pulsed against his belly, and his maw was open, his tongue hanging out a little. From the corner of his eyes he saw Amadi lie down on his belly, and the once fucked brown lion, Jengo, climb over him, unquestionably pushing into the fellow male's ass while Simba watched, almost uninterested in the process of buggery happening so near, now that he had had his own release. Their loud grunts made his ears flick, however, and Simba smiled, broadly, still listless and happy.
"Enjoying yourself, Simba?"
That voice he recognized, and it kept his smile wide, and his eyes found the source, easily, Nala, walking slowly towards him on all fours, tail swaying lazily as she approached the sprawled lion king, watching him curiously.
"I...I love you, Nala!" Simba groaned, helplessly.
The queen of the Pride Lands licked her lips.
"I love you too, Simba...my king."
Simba chuckled and snorted, pushing out a noseful of musk, and breathed deeply...still in the process of calming down from his sexual high. He rested his head back and rumbled, loudly, enjoying the buzz in his ears and the warmth over his skin, making his furs feel even fuller than usual...and there were still lusty sounds coming from the two lions buttfucking nearby...maybe he would join in again after a moment's rest...or...
...or, as Nala made the decision for him, by sitting down on his face, he might have a snack first...and thus he sank his tongue into Nala's dripping snatch.
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