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The Lion King - Everything The Light Touches

Chapter 35 - Rekindling Flames of Silver

by Mirri & The Revenant

Tungora, the large grey lion was heading for one of his private places. It was a fair distance from the central waterhole where all the lionesses and cubs relaxed during the day, but not a secret place. Everyone simply knew not to go there unless they were invited by the King himself. He had told Sarabi to wait for him there while he was away for a couple of days on some 'official business'. Little did she know that he had met with Nala at the borderlands and brought her back to his pride. There were now two of Simba's most prized lionesses on his territory and he planned to make good use of them.

It was even more fun when considering that neither one knew the other was there. Or so he assumed. Nala had in fact been informed of her mother-in-law's visit when she was briefly home before heading out here. Her walk-about had been somewhat exhausting and since she had come into heat now she might as well enjoy herself with Tungora and his sons.

The unusual scent of Sarabi hit his nose and interrupted his train of thoughts right there. Even before he saw her dull-grey fur in the sunlight he could already taste her scent in the air and it made him excited. She was in her place now in the middle of the eastern meadows, just waiting for him.

"Hello there, my sweet." The lion's deep rumble was greeted by the lioness jumping to her paws and headbumping him with affection. They nuzzled and kissed before lying down again and facing each other in a hug.

"Sorry for the quick excursion," he huffed apologetically. "Had some business to attend to."

Even before he had lain down Sarabi had detected the scent of Nala on him and just grinned.

"Was she good?" She asked, knowingly.

Tungora's muzzle cracked in a smile. "Magnificent. Though never as good as you, my sweet."

"M-hmm," Sarabi made a face that clearly stated she questioned the big lion's sincerity. "Well good. But I can't shake the feeling that you're patronizing me just a wee bit here."

"Not at all! You're the best! I'm sure you think the same of me."

"Weeeeeeeeeell, I don't know about that," Sarabi teased him back and poked the big male's ribs with a pawtoe.

For a moment the big lion was genuinely shocked. "What?! You don't think I'm THE BEST lion that ever made your loins burst with pleasure?" Tungora mock-gasped in a way that made him sound shocked and deeply offended at the same time.

"Hmmm, I'll admit you're good, but there was this oooone other male." Sarabi tapped her chin a few times as if she could not remember the name.

Tungora pawed at the lioness' ears lightly and, realizing that he was in danger of ruining the mood by allowing Sarabi to dwell on Mufasa, acquiesced. "Well at least I'm up there. I guess."

"It's for the better. If I inflate your ego any more than it already is, you're going to float away." Sarabi licked his nose.

"You love it." Tungora smiled mischievously, which just made the lioness laugh and chew on his whiskers a bit.

"What makes you say that?"

"You like a confident, ego-high lion."

"Yeees well, who else is going to order their lioness around like they were kings?" Sarabi remarked and gave an excited swish of her tail.

Tungora's tail flicked to mirror hers and he grunted.

"I am a King!"

"Yeah I know. So?" The female smiled sweetly, a glint of defiant challenge in her eyes.

Tungora thought about that for a moment, then shrugged. "That's really the entirety of my argument."

"But that seems to apply to anything."

Tungora shook his fluffy mane out and rolled over on his back. It seemed to him that one of them was not making a lot of sense. "You've finally got it. Now-- get with the pleasing." He spread out his hindlegs for her and was clearly not in an argumentative mood.

Sarabi rolled her eyes and stepped over to show-offy male. She shook herself as well and sat down next to him, licking her forepaw a few times on the underside before putting it down to grab his plump sheath and start stroking.

Tungora gave another grunt and flicked his tailtuft a bit behind him, feeling better already. Her paw had this magic ability to make all his thoughts and worries dissipate into nothingness, at least temporarily.

"What? You don't like my ordering?" He teased her, watching her get her paw wet with a few more licks before blatantly pleasuring him with it. Honestly he was a bit surprised that his rude request had actually worked and she had not just swatted his muzzle and ignored him.

"Sure I do, big boy." Sarabi giggled, her pawtoes feeling the sizable girth of the well-endowed male. She gave one firm *squeeze* around his sheath before going back to pulling the taut, fuzzy sleeve up and down over his hidden meat within.

Tungora let out a tense grunt again. "I thought so," he murred and let his legs stretch apart a bit more, eyes closing as he let himself drift away to his happy place.

The lioness leaned down over his chest and gave a gentle lick just below where the male's mane ended. Her paw stroked up and down with a building rhythm, her grip growing firmer as his lionhood grew bigger.

Tungora smiled and reached a paw down to scritch Sarabi behind her ears while his sheath fattened and the tip began poking out obviously, getting more and more exposed while she worked him over.

Sarabi mrowled and playnipped at his paw a few times before going back to grooming his chest. Her own paw slipped up a bit more and started smearing his sheathmusk against her pawpads to prepare and make her glide more smoothly.

The lion was clearly enjoying himself, wiggling his paw a little and then letting it rest on the female's neck and shoulder. He let out a few, low grunts at the increased pressure and his shaft started to pull out. It shone bright red against the grey fur all around it.

"I think you just like watching it come out." He mrowled at her in a teasing tone.

Sarabi blushed and gave a nervous flick of her tail when she was found out.

"I so rarely get to see it." She admitted and grinned from ear to ear.

The large, soft pawpads were rubbed against his shaft as it became more and more exposed, and then she paused and pulled his sheath up all the way in order to replace the fluid she was wiping off. She kept doing this interchangeably - smearing her pads and then getting him slick with his own sheathmusk once more, until a point when her paw was slippery enough to just pull his sheath down all the way and grip his sensitive shaft directly to give him a good, firm pawjob.

Tungora squinted his eyes and rumbled with a deep satisfaction, purring as the female pawed him off so good. So few lionesses knew how to do this properly, but Sarabi was definitely one of them.

"Taste it."

The lioness bent down and slipped his tip into her muzzle, applying her own slick saliva to slicken the already wet shaft. The lion licked his lips at the sight of her head dipping down to suckle his cocktip.

"Mrrr.... Yeah, you like that, don't you? Big juicy liondick in your muzzle..."

Sarabi bobbed her head lightly as if to nod at his question, letting her cheeks puff out since there was just too much cock for her muzzle to contain. Her paw kept stroking him off near the base to make room for her lips and the dual stimulation was clearly having an effect on the randy lion.

"I could start sleeping on my back so you could see it more often." The flesh throbbed again between her lips, leaving a trace of oily fluid on her tongue.

Sarabi got the male's precum flowing before pulling her lips away, replacing them with her paw to firmly jerk him off like before, only he was a lot more aroused now.She let her pads press roughly against the flat barbs laying along the king's pink shaft.

"Mm, I don't know if that's a good idea. You're so cute when you sleep I'd just end up waking you up all the time because I can't resist suckling your sheath."

"I don't see any problems with that," Tungora rumbled loudly, giving a light squirm, making his heavy sac shift from his movements. The warm flesh pulsed in her grasp in time with rapid heartbeats that only grew faster the more she kept sliding her slippery paw up and down his thick, smooth flesh.

"Mrrr.. even with just your paw you can make a lion feel like a God."

Sarabi giggled and lifted her head up to lean over and press her lips against his in a kiss. He pushed his muzzle right back, tongue shoving in a bit to slip past her lips and wrap around her own encroaching tongue. The female invited him in and began suckling hard on his tongue, even letting him feel her teeth a bit. It was as if she wanted to feed off his moans and gasps in mid-climax.

Her pawpads were gliding relentlessly over the throbbing lionshaft, squeezing and caressing it while driving him to climax with the wonderfully slick and tickles pawtoes dancing up and down his stiff rod.

Tungora made some muffled sounds, exhaling heavily through his nose as she stroked him off. His belly muscles flexed under her paw as he grew more and more tense, his hindlegs kicking in the air a bit as the throbbing increased in strength until, finally, he shuddered violently and the first mass of lionmilk sprayed over his belly.

Sarabi's passionate kiss continued all through this and she got a chance to directly taste the groans of the male while he was spurting his own cum into his bellyfur. The eager paw was a blur of motion over the pulsing shaft, quickly finding the right rhythm to synchronize with his copious jets and keep the male squirting.

Tungora's body moved gently, the male squirming in pure pleasure as her silky paws stroked over his extremely sensitive flesh. The fat lionmeat throbbed wetly as it pumped out torrents of lioncum. He was really holding back a great deal, and every violent jerk of his spine just forced another voluminous load to coat his stomach.

He continued to make low, muffled sounds in their kiss, his tongue sliding against his lover's while she suckled and bit it, and then tilted her muzzle a bit to the side so she could push her own tongue even deeper into his gaping maw and suck on more of his. It was a quite efficient distraction the way her tongue swirled around his and kept his mind off the instinctual spurts that continued for a lot longer than usual.

Finally she pulled away and let the lion breathe freely. Sarabi turned her head to look down and admire the sight of the huge Lion King emptying his hefty nuts over his own belly. She was treated to the display of his thick, red lionflesh sending out spurt after spurt of ropey lionjuice all over his stomach and matting down the grey fur with the dizzying amount it gave off. She did enjoy the show of sheer masculine fertility unfolding right in front of her, her cum-soaked paw still rubbing the bouncing lionmeat as the gooey stuff pooled up in his fur.

The thick flow showed little signs of stopping for a while, even after the male had peaked and regained enough of his senses to lift his head up and look down over himself.

"You're going to clean all that up," he chuffed as a light warning.

Sarabi giggled. "Not afraid of a little lionmilk, are we?"

She continued to clench her wiggly little pawtoes around the fat liondick for as long as the male kept cumming over himself.

Tungora's muscles clenched a bit and he let out a low groan.

"Mmmr, that's what I have you for, see? Cleaning up." He managed to get out between spurts of the slimy fluid that finally seemed to ebb away.

Sarabi laughed and nuzzled him. She did not comment, but kept squeezing his member, milking him of every drop even if her paw was positively soaked in the stuff by now. Might as well get it all out since at this point it looked like she was going to be grooming him clean anyway.

The grey lion huffed out and shivered before finally settling to a dribble from his tip. His head angled back and he let out a low, throaty, pleased sort of rumble.

"Is my lion happy?" The female moved her paw away to wipe if off on the lion's chestmane while rubbing the side of her muzzle against his.

Tungora smiled and returned the affection, smearing a bit of his scent on her while relaxing in the afterglow.

"Somewhat, my little sextoy."

Sarabi giggled and gave him a kiss on the snout before retreating.

"When you're ready to be cleaned just roll over and stand up." She moved halfway down his side and flomped on her back in the grass with her head at roughly the same level as the pool on his belly.

"I have to get up?" Tungora snorted a bit, not too thrilled about that idea. Still, the lion did, slowly, roll over and stand up over the lioness. The fluid from his belly began gathering and dripping down over her face, and she found herself looking straight up at the heavy hanging liondick that drooped down just above her head, along with the even heavier sac swaying behind it.

Sarabi was on her back on the ground, her head under his sheath and her throat under his sac with the rest of her body laying out in the open behind him. She had to close her eyes as the majority of the mess from the pool splattered down on her; but after the first wave it just dripped off from the tips of bunches of his fur. The lioness smiled and licked her muzzle, admiring the view oooooh so much. She could never get tired of this.

She lifted her head up and gave a wet kiss to the dangling balls above her, planting the exposed shaft right between her ears and wiping it clean before she moved back and started to groom his underbelly clean.

Tungora's eyes closed as her mouth circled around those hefty orbs. He shivered and the flesh pulsed once rather obviously, oozing a bit more down between her ears. Shifting his weight a little, he let out a few, low grunts of pleasure to voice his appreciation.

The female gave a few grooming licks to the belly while he was making a dribbling mess down her throat. She grinned between warm, fresh lioncum running down in stripes over her head, and the stuff from her throat rolling down towards her tummy now. She did, however, shift back and lick his heavy nuts again since his grunt indicated he was not quite finished with her there.

"At home it takes at least three lionesses to make me feel as good as you do." Tungora huffed and panted a few moments, flexing his muscles tightly.

The goop trickled all over her nice, beige fur, staining it with his scent that would probably take hours to wash out if he even allowed her to go to the river. Her forepaws reached up against the insides of his hindlegs, hugging them nicely to pull herself up and at the same time give her a chance to feel him flex his muscles when lashing his tail about. The female mrowled softly and gave his already clean balls a good, thorough grooming before she started suckling his sheath and getting the few stains it had out of the short fur. Of course there would have been a lot less had she not been rubbing her head against it while licking his sac. It was more about wiping the fluids into her own fur rather than removing them from his.

Tungora's eyes shut and his hips lowered to accept her attentions. Muscles flexed under her paw and he let out a thick, deep snarl of pleasure. The little cleaning session was starting to strike the more primal centers of his brain again. Already she could feel the gentle pulsing through the sheath and onto her tongue as his tip leaked precum out and down between her ears.

Naturally Sarabi could not stay calm just grooming him for too long, and he soon found himself with a lovely tight pair of lioness-lips clamped around his plump liondick, moving back and forth while she suckled it like a cub. This was exactly what he needed, and he just purred along until she swallowed him deeper. He felt the position and angle to be different from what he was used to, but there was no denying the effect it had on him.

"Come on, Tungy," the female muttered hotly around his cock, her voice just loud enough to carry over the purrs filling the air. Her rough tongue was guiding the big dick farther and farther down her throat, only for her to pull back and start all over again, teasing the male just like he was slow-humping her tight, wet pussyhole.

"You big, strong hunter... I know you want to cum in your kitty's muzzle again. You have a Queen under you begging for your cock. I know you can't resist treating me like the pride slut, can you, you dirty old lion?" Sarabi slid the big lion's shaft down her throat once again, daring to move one paw long enough to squeeze Tungora's balls teasingly before grasping his legs again and steadying herself.

Tungora could not help feeling embarrassed at such dirty words coming from such a beautiful and regal female on his account, yet he could not resist the way it made his loins warm and his cock hard. He wanted to hear her talk like the pride slut and she knew it.

"Ooh, Sarabi.. I'd never pass up the chance to cum in a royal muzzle. Queens are so much better to have fun with, because all they ever do is please their Kings. They've had so much practice."

The lioness let her tongue tease his barbs row by row, her lips slipping his sheath farther back and sliding over the sensitive areas she uncovered. The scent of musk flooded her nose and she could feel her own belly flare up with the fires of arousal. The power of the big lion she was clinging to... the essence of his masculinity flooded over her, and the knowledge of what he could do to her if he so chose made her claws flare from their sheaths, digging into the lion's muscled thighs. She wanted it.

Tungora snarled, and like a lion possessed he felt an inescapable urge to claim his lioness in a blaze of passion. His muscles shifted, forcing her to lift herself up to accommodate a new position where her head could bob down over the thick flesh that parted her lips a bit wider than usual.

She had to hug both his hindlegs with her forepaws to keep most of her upper body lifted from the ground and all the way up to the lion's groin. The lower part from her belly downwards was still resting on her back and sticking out behind the male. It took a bit more acrobatics for this to work than usual, but the experimentation did make everything more exciting as well.

The female in turn moaned and tried to reposition herself for a better angle while feeling the male insistently press deeper. His tip was being teased so well by the old girl's throat and her every sound, movement and touch were saturated with the obvious delight at having such a big leonine fuckpole pulsing in her maw. Slowly the rhythm made his massive grey balls swing back and forth with the small jabs of his hips, the orbs bulging with promise of a meal larger than she could handle. The lion let out another partly suppressed roar of pleasure at the sensation of the tight entry to her throat teasingly pushing against his barbed tip and refusing him entry. He tried to push a little harder, so eager to feel that tightness squeeze him where it felt the best.

"Such a hungry lil' cub," he huffed out and began panting audibly as she suckled him with unsurpassed skill. His remark only encouraged her further, her cheeks swollen with his maleness, yet trying to contract more to provide the friction-full vacuum that a good, tight lionessmuzzle ought to have. Her tongue pushed him up against the ribbed roof of her muzzle to make it absolutely clear that she was not going to stop until he fed her.

Tungora snorted and lifted his tail up, eyes shutting as his hips moved faster by their own accord.

"That's right, suck me good.. treat your lion right. Show him you don't want anyone else." He snarled and shifted again, pushing against the bobbing maw to get her to speed up. All she really had to do was hang on to his hindlegs when he started to thrust, and with a minimal of effort from her own neck she could slip her lips back and forth on the male's lionhood.

Sarabi gave a muffled noise and found herself having to take his tip into her tight throat a few times until she gave in and just let him dip into the sensation of his liongirl fully squirming around his fat shaft. She could breathe nothing but his musky scent and felt the wet mess in his bellyfur run down her neck and mat the fur on her head when it was rubbed back and forth against her. Her ears and head brushed against his damp belly, liongoop dripping down her neck while she gave him a muzzlejob in an almost savage manner.

"That's what you want, isn't it? Your big King to fuck your suckling little muzzle as deep as his big cock can go." The Lion King's muscles flexed with unrestrained power as he drove down more, nudging her harder and insisting on getting suckled hard enough to get over the edge. His rear lowered a bit, pushing her down more so she could not move her head away. She felt him push inside deeper, slipping his saliva and precum-slickened cock down her throat until his immense balls were resting against her chin.

Sarabi's paws moved up to grab around his rump, kneading it firmly with her claws out, and she felt she had to cling tightly to him to avoid falling down on her back again. This made his thrusts all the more difficult to control, but she let him force himself as deep as he pleased, even when it made her gag like this. He could feel her suck so hard that there was no question she was just impatiently waiting for him to shoot all of his thick cubsperm down her gullet.

Finally the meaty pole occupying every crevice in her muzzle swelled thicker and suddenly released gobs of lionmilk to feed Tungora's willing little lionessfucktoy for the evening. Once he had started cumming hard in her mouth, he could hear her give an eager little *mrewl* around his length, doubling her efforts.

The King's muscles tensed twice a second, feeding her as a reward for her work. The flow of his thick, strong taste was renewed again and again, and he did not let up but rather forced her to drink down every drop he had to offer. At an angle that raised her chin up to accommodate his size, he had a good opportunity to let it all trickle downwards rather than spill out between her lips.

Gulp after warm gulp was swallowed by Sarabi and she nursed on the nutritious lionmilk for a while until suddenly slipping her head back and off him despite the extra precautions he had taken to avoid this. She was a sneaky little one. With her muzzle already flooded she drew back and closed her eyes to take the rest of his load over her face and throat while he stood there stiff-legged and spurting his seed. She fell down fully on her back beneath him, gasping and coughing up some of the fluids that got stuck in her throat when she hit the ground.

Tungora managed to get her quite messy. Thick, white wads of cum splurted out over her muzzle, dripping along her whiskers and some clogging her nosepad. Her ears took a few rogue splatters as well, the warm goop seeping into her fur everywhere. The powerful orgasm of the lion even made the strong jets of fluid sting her face at his very peak and he made sure to lower his front to the ground so that his cocktip was aiming directly at the reclining lioness. Sarabi opened up her muzzle and let it all rain down over her head. She caught quite a few squirts on her tongue and in her mouth, but most of it landed on her throat and under her chin as she experienced the full climax of a lion so close and yet at a distance far enough for him to give her a thorough cumbath.

What kept Tungora going for a good deal longer than he normally did was the sounds his lioness made as he stained her golden fur. She just could not stop giggling, the naughty little fucktoy, and Tungora's throaty growls accentuated his lust for her.

From below she got a good look at his hanging, barbed shaft whenever it pulsed and slapped against his belly just as another spray emptied out over her from those enormous nuts hanging below his tail. He backed up a few step to hit her lower just to make sure he coated her chest as well as her shoulders.

Sarabi was certainly not adverse to the idea of getting herself soggy all over and she wriggled her way up a bit, hindlegs and forelegs splayed to the sides as she lay there on her back, getting her whole underside glazed as he pleased.

"Mmmm. Tungygoo," she grinned at him upside-down and swished her tail between his thighs.

The large grey lion got quite a bit of her covered in lionspunk before showing any signs of stopping. He chuffed a few times while trying to catch his breath and then looked down between his forelegs at her.

"Mm, didn't get me clean though, did it?"

Sarabi reached a paw up around the base of his cock, squeezing it and then pulling the paw off firmly, which both wiped him clean and also pressed out the last of his seed over her chest at the same time.

"I thought you preferred muzzlefucking a lioness to grooming?"

"That's true," Tungora rumbled and stepped off to the side. He felt the onset of his afterglow and just collapsed onto his side in the grass with a muted *thud*.

"I guess that's enough for now. Wake me up tomorrow early and I'll give you another muzzlefucking," He let out a big yawn and curled his tail up.

Sarabi smiled and rolled over on her side to crawl up next to him. His tone clearly showed that he had not been with a lioness he thought of as his equal in a long time. They were all just objects of his fancy and pleasure now, but Sarabi was going to change his perception. At least she planned to, right after she had gotten her own fill of the studly male. She had not had a mate to love and respect for a long time either, so they were both kind of fumbling their way through this.

"You want me to wake you up late enough for you to actually participate? Or do you just want me to suck you off so you can pass out and then wake up again around noon to have your way with me?" She winked and settled into a position where she could clean his messy underside. Apparently she had actually meant that part about helping him look presentable again, she just got a bit distracted.

"Well, wake me up first." He said after a brief pause to consider, "That way I can let you do it, and then pin you down to see what I can put in your belly."

"Yessir." Sarabi smirked at the ego-inflated lion and just groomed away at his moist tummyfur. Yet she had to admit that anyone with a package as big as his deserved to be confident with the females.

Tungora purred in his usual deep tone at the continued attention and with his eyes closed halfway he stretched out his hindlegs over her shoulders and hugged her head close to his belly with them.

"Mmm..." He murmured lazily, eyes starting to shut under the nice caress. "I should make you sleep with your head tucked under there."

The lioness felt those muscular hindlegs grab her head and hook around her neck to make sure she was not going anywhere this time.

"Hmmm, why's that?" She purred soothingly and went farther down his belly to lick out the patches of white semen still stuck in his fur. She was actually quite efficient with that tongue when she wanted to really clean and not just play around.

Tungora grunted, eyes already closed. "Because."

Sarabi looked up from her grooming. "Well, I'd hope you'd have more of a reason than that!"

Tungora looked up at her with a mildly confused expression, clearly having lost his place in their conversation. Sarabi sighed and rolled her eyes just a bit. Males were hopeless.

"How about getting to use nice lionballs as a pillow?" She offered, twisting to look back up at the King upside-down with a cute little smile.

Tungora smiled and laid his head back down, a purr rumbling through his body. "That sounds as good a reason as any, my sweet," he agreed, shuffling just a bit to get comfortable, the warm weight of the lioness pressed firmly against his package.

After a few more minutes of relaxation he did however loosen his grip on her enough for her to move away while he rolled his heavy form over on his back so he could enjoy the soft evening breeze against his newly groomed fur. It was a short enjoyment, however, because Sarabi crawled up on top of him to snuggle up.

The light of the sun had gone already and on the eastern part of the sky where it was darkest, stars were beginning to show. The Moon was already high in the sky and was able to shine its way through the dark blueish color that still dominated the heavens.

Set against this gradient of the sky that turned from deep blue into purple with twinkling stars near the horizon, Sarabi was an absolute vision when he looked up at her smiling face. His paw lifted up to gently trace along her jawline and then back up her cheek and around to her still-wet neck.

Sarabi purred happily and rubbed her head against the big grey paw.

"Still a kitten after all these years." Tungora chuckled and did not seem to mind getting his own seed wiped all over his paw. He did not even say anything when she hugged his mane and got him stained there as well. Her entire upper body was covered in his warm stuff still, but he was confident that there was no shortage of females in the area who would be happy to groom him if he asked.

A large foreleg reached around her back to hug her close to him and the two felines just enjoyed each other's company for a long, silent moment.

"You know, I usually sleep back at the cave with four or five of my daughters grooming me to sleep." Tungora had a mischievous twinkle in his eyes that made Sarabi giggle.

"Well, not so much grooming as taking turns sucking me off till I pass out for the night..." The lion corrected himself dryly.

"That sounds pretty.. extravagant."

"Yes, well... royalty, y'know." Tungora grinned sheepishly at her.

Sarabi lifted her head up to look down at him, her eyes gleaming in the darkness that was rapidly descending upon them. Once the Sun had dipped below the horizon it did not take very long for the world to turn black.

"So you can do whatever you want, hmm?" When she spoke her voice was like the touch of the wind.

"Mm-hm... which is why I'm going to stay out here with you for the night."

The old lioness smiled softly and hugged her forepaws into the large grey mane that worked almost like a pillow.

He planted his own paw on her back and began stroking backwards as far as he could reach. It would cup her rump just near the base of her tail before he would have to start straining too much, so he lifted his paw up to put it on her shoulder and then repeat the downwards motion.

"I should like that very much." The female purred gently and rested with her belly against his, feeling so safe and secure on top of the larger King.

Tungora continued petting his prize even as they both slowly slipped into slumber. He had been with many lionesses - including quite a few that were not his - but as he lay there and stared up into the sky he slowly began to realize that he could barely remember the last time he had felt so content. It seemed like years ago.

The gently breathing and softly purring lioness in his embrace now had always been special to him. A source of pleasure with a touch of intrigue. All his own lionesses had been his plaything for so long that he had almost forgotten what it felt like to care for a female. Genuinely care for a female on a most personal level, beyond just his the instinct to protect the pride.

He teased her, yes. He bossed her around both because it was habit and because he knew, deep down, the regal lioness liked it. And now, after their heated session today something had been rekindled deep in his mind. Something he thought would never burn again. It was this discovery that filled him with a sense of peace and contentment that he had not known for so long. Perhaps even too long.

They both drifted off for a bit, the stars became a blur to Tungora and eventually faded to black.

* * * * * * *

The grey lion he had no idea how long he was gone for. He just woke up again with a start that made Sarabi *mrrrf* and stir a little as well.

The Moon shone down brightly now, the smiling crescent dominating the night sky and bathing the world in a pale, silvery glow. They had probably been dozing for a couple of hours.

The great lion let out a massive yawn behind his lover which quickly spread, the lioness tensing and stretching against his belly as she mirrored his begrudging ascent to wakefulness. Although, he had to admit that the feeling of the soft, warm lioness between his paws stretching her lithe muscles did make it a lot less begrudging all of a sudden. Her scent.. mmm, yes.. the foreign scent of the Pridelander lioness flooded his nose, teasing him with its exotic tang. She was his and yet she was not.

The fire of the thought brought with it the final step out of slumber, and the big lion slid his paw down her back and over her rump, groping it playfully which resulted in a delightfully gratifying chucklepurr from the lioness. She rolled over and away for a second and got up on all fours. The moonlight glinted off her white smile as she stepped over him and sat gently on his belly.

"If you're going to grope me, you might as well do it right, don't you think?" she chuckled, settling herself down to give the King's cheeks purry kisses as he resumed his exploration of her soft buttfur.

"Mrrr.. you're much too comfortable, Tungy," she teased, gently rocking herself over the King's belly. "When was the last time you caught your own dinner?"

Before he could respond Sarabi silenced him with a kiss, planting her muzzle over his and sliding her tongue into his mouth. Tungora was clearly not happy about the jibe, but he was also not willing to break the kiss either. His eyes closed and his paw slipped downwards, making the lioness blink and give a muffled *mrewp!* when he snuck a pawtoe up between her hindlegs.

She felt warm and wet in there from her own arousal at their little games earlier this evening, and it took only a few moments to get her excited again. It was almost as if her body had just been waiting for an opportunity to coat something long and thick in her unreleased juices.

Tungora was more than happy to let her pant into his muzzle and grind her slit against his paw, working his digit back and forth a bit while she clenched down on it. Their kiss broke and the male gave off a rumbling sound.

"Now let's get a good look at you..." He put a big paw in the center of her chest and pushed her back, giving her nose a wet lick as he did.

The lioness took a step backwards and in the dark night only dimly illuminated by the Moon, she planted a hindpaw directly on the King's tail right before she put her full weight on it. Almost immediately after she heard the big male wincing, she shuffled backwards and stood behind him, looking down.

"Aww, I'm sorry about that. Here, I'll kiss it and make it all better." Sarabi picked up his somewhat limp tail and began licking the underside of it.

Either she was too flirtatious about her grooming, or he was too aroused to think of anything else, but there was just something about the way she caressed his tail that made lots of naughty ideas spring to his mind. The lion licked his lips slowly as he observed her and finally interrupted.

"Why don't you play with my tail while I recover for a while, hmm?." He winked up at her.

Sarabi paused in mid-lick and looked down at him. It took her a moment to catch his meaning before she reached down to grab his tail closer to the root, sliding it through her paw all the way until she felt the tailtuft against her pads.

"I.. uh, haven't done this in a long time." She grinned and felt her cheeks grow a bit warmer.

"Oh, don't be so modest."

Sarabi stepped forward until she could reach and then pushed the tailtip up against her sex, biting her lip lightly at the ticklish sensation. Tungora just leaned back and purred while enjoying the show.

Sarabi gasped when she forced his entire grey tailtuft into her slit, her paw then gripped further down and pushed another few inches inside her, feeling the tail widen farther down. She pulled it back out until the soaked fur of the tuft teased her again and made her quiver. The fluids now covering the lion's tail glistened in the moonlight.

"Consider yourself special. I don't let just any lioness masturbate with my tail." Tungora rumbled with a teasing tone.

"MmmMMm.. Sarafina and I used to do this all the time." She purred and pushed the tail back inside.

Tungora could easily imagine her entire pride with wet tails all through Scar's reign. No doubt the lionesses sought comfort with each other. He let her get into a steady rhythm before starting to twitch his tail, making the tip flick inside her and causing Sarabi to moan out.

"That's right little kitten. It's your turn to show off for me."

"Mmm.. oohhhhh.."

"Close your eyes."

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yesss," Sarabi hissed slightly and kept squatting over the lion's belly.

"That's it.. get it all wet and slimy. Makes it slide better through your pussy."

"Now pretend your whole pride is watching you.. mmm, yes.. you're standing right there at the waterhole, pleasuring yourself with another's tail while the lounging lionesses watch."

Sarabi gulped.

"You can hear the murmurous gossip jump between them.. what does she think she's doing.. she's so naughty.. she's so hot.."

Sarabi was not sure where this was going, but the image did begin to appear in her mind, woven by her own dirty thoughts.

"You know you shouldn't. You know they're watching... but you can't stop."

At least the last part came natural at this point, her paw worked on pure instinct, she was not even aware of pushing the thick tailtip back and forth inside her now, it was all automatic.

"You need to finish.. you need to feel that tail push through your pussy till it makes you squeal."

"T-Tungy?" Sarabi panted, confused but unable to slow down the movement of her paw. He simply ignored her bewilderment and kept spinning his tale.

"Simba is standing right behind you. You know it's him. You can hear the sloppy sounds of his sheath slipping up and down his cock while he paws himself at watching you. You know exactly how aroused he gets at watching you pleasure yourself." Tungora's voice was tender, engaging, yet commanding in a way. It drew her into the fantasy, it pulled her with it and now it finally made her blush furiously red with embarrassment.

"Spread your paws, show him what a whore you are." Each syllable was sharply accentuated by a hiss. Sarabi whimpered and kept her eyes closed to hold on to the scene in her mind. It took a moment or two of hesitation, but she finally lifted her tail up fully and widened the stance of her hindlegs to expose herself even more.

"Oh, mommy.. you know how I get when you show off." The big lion's voice changed, he did his best impression of Simba in a higher tone than his own. The impression was not perfect, but since no one ever heard Tungora's normal bass voice at that high a pitch, it did sound like someone entirely different. And for a sexual fantasy at this stage of arousal, the impression was passable enough to making Sarabi's knees weak.

"You know what he wants." The words came slow, with deliberate salaciousness. One could almost feel the sweat and saliva drip from the words hanging in the air for a moment and they made Sarabi bite her lip to hold back a groan.

"H-He wants.. to fill my other hole." She panted, feeling a rhythmic contraction around the tailtuft flicking in her sex. She was getting so aroused at the thought of the golden King pacing impatiently behind her with his eyes fixed underneath her tail and his heavy member dangling fully unsheathed between his muscular hindlegs. That massive red shaft was simply throbbing with the need to be buried all the way down her tight little tailstar, and it slapped wetly against his thighs each time he did a quick turn to pace in the other direction again.

"Do you let him?" By now the words were hanging freely in the air - incorporeal and disembodied from the grey male, they were nothing more but an invisible narrator in Sarabi's mind. Her universe had closed on itself, it was only her and her fantasy spinning away in the blackness of the quiet night.

"I have to.. he's my son." Sarabi's voice was getting lower and quieter, showing clearly how she was retreating into her dreams. Her rump lowered down a little as she squatted, preparing for the larger male to climb up on her back.

"He BITES your neck." Tungora snarled and made the lioness shiver down her spine at the phantom teeth tugging her scruff. "He shows you who you belong to now."

"My beautiful son.. we've never *pant* had the whole pride watching us..!" Sarabi moaned out and could swear she felt a light poke under her tail. In reality the grey lion had inched his way into position underneath her while she was busy with his tail. The story had the same arousing effect on him and his throbbing liondick was oozing clear liquid down the side. He gazed down to see his own massive erection pointing threateningly and directly at the female's tail. She had noticed nothing, her paw worked at a blurry speed to keep his tail darting rapidly through her contracting cunny.

At this point he knew he did not have to enthrall her any further. He said nothing, and in both their minds the golden lion with the large red mane was holding on to her neck with his teeth - waiting for her to say it.

"Do it Simba.. make mommy's ass sore." She whispered and immediately let the tail go, leaving it stuck inside her so she could put both forepaws on the ground and bend over. Her own tail lifted up to offer herself to the empty night and the imaginary male behind her. Tungora had to do a quick adjustment of his own hindquarters, but he hit his target exactly where he wanted.

A nearby flock of birds took to flight, frightened by the wailing roar that pierced the cold air of the night less than a fraction of a second after the grey lion buried his full length up the unprepared female's rearhole with no consideration of her pain.

Tungora looked up in awe at the face of the hissing female who clawed the ground next to him and tore up the grass by its roots. Whether or not the shock had brought her back to reality or was worked into her fantasy mattered little at this point. He knew he was in for a wild ride.

The delirious lioness bucked backwards to impale herself repeatedly, completely out of sync with Tungora's thrusts, but the chaos just made it all the sweeter. The unpredictable jabs of elephantine lionprick stretching her tailpucker made her cry out Simba's name repeatedly and squeeze the soaked tailtuft inside her so hard that large drops of her juices ran down the side of the long appendage sticking out of her.

The tail was pressed up in the pit between her hindleg and her crotch and went backwards in a bent U-shape before returning to the rump of the grey male on his back. Already, his jostling sac was aching with need to release its contents into the beautifully randy lioness.

Tungora made sure not to touch her rump with his paws even though they itched to just grab and pull her down. He was afraid that the touch would break her fantasy of having her rear currently pressed into the groin of her humping lionboy. He even moved his muzzle to the side so she would not feel his breath coming from below her face. It had to be perfect. It had to be so real that in a few months when the details had slipped her mind, she would believe she had actually done this with Simba.

Her first orgasmic yeowl pierced the night.

"You like my barbs..?" That unusually high tone again, and the lioness could just picture Simba's sweet face grinding against her neck while he worked his proud lionhood back and forth in her tail.

"Yesss, sweetie." She gasped for breath, feeling the shivers spread from her spine all the way through every nerve in her body and making her feel as if she was being tickled everywhere at once, inside and out.

"I'm not done with your little asshole yet. They're all gonna watch you come again before I let you have my seed up under your tail." There was a slight hiss and growling undertone to the King's words.

The relentless hammering of her soft rear kept her heightened pleasure going and a second high-pitched squeal followed less than a minute afterwards. And a third came which shook her body so hard that Tungora had to put a paw on her shoulder to keep her from falling off him to the side. He swiftly nudged her back into position and resumed rutting her rump with fierce determination. Her self-control was admirable, she had not opened her eyes a single time yet.

Sarabi's confusion about this whole act had been absolute a while ago already and Tungora had performed his narrative magic on her malleable mind to make her remember what he wanted her to. She could not recall whose tail was inside her - Was it Simba's? Sarafina's?

"You want me to lift a leg so everyone can see?" His question came just as she had drawn in a breath to moan his name again.

The scene was too much for Sarabi's pleasure-befuddled mind to bear. The thought of her own flesh and blood performing the most incestuous act she could think of right in front of the gaping jaws of her whole family and friends was thrilling enough, but with the idea of him lifting up a hindleg so everyone could see in graphic detail how his barbed liondick made her squeal while it slipped back and forth in her snug little ass, she just snapped completely.

"Claim me! Show everyone who I belong to." She gasped out, "My sexy cub King. *nnNNmmh..!* Now they all know.. oooh, that mommy takes your big dick in her asshole.." and would have said more, but the sudden burst of warm lionspooge that exploded in her reartunnel just made her squeal out and climax yet again. The mere sensation of flared barbs raking through her rump enveloped by slick layers of fresh, hot lioncum was enough to make her squeeze the tailtuft again in time with the growling chuffs of her lover.

Simba's sole intention was to show off how much she wanted him under her tail and he had certainly succeeded.

Out of fear that the fantasy would break again, Tungora shoved her off before her orgasm had become subdued to the point it no longer consumed her senses. Sarabi toppled somewhat awkwardly to the side and fell down with a *thump* in the grass. The tail slipped out of her with a wet *schlurp* as she felt all her muscles suddenly relax entirely when she fell down, a mechanism triggered by her own feline instincts to loosen the spine when in free fall.

Sarabi grunted when she landed on her side and just stayed there, so thoroughly exhausted by being fucked both physically and mentally this night. The lion crept up behind her to spoon her body against his own and he put a large paw over her face to keep her eyes closed. He did not want the last image in her mind to be him, he wanted to be little more than a shadow in her memory of this night.

The Lion King found himself gently grinding his large package into the dull fur of the exhausted lioness as it slowly began to slide back into its sheath, leaving a white trail on her already messy rump. His groin was wet and his tailtuft was sticky, which made him a very happy lion. The afterglow was enveloping them both and he draped one hind leg over Sarabi's, wanting to feel closer to this remarkable lioness. Not even Nala took it in the tail this good.

"Sleep, my sweet." The lion bit lightly at her eartip. In time she might even recall this night as the last evening she spent with Simba and her pride before her journey; it would certainly overshadow the non-ceremonious way in which she had left her family to find her own fortunes.

Sarabi fell asleep to the sensation of warm aftercum seeping into her rumpfur from the male hugging her from behind with one of his forepaws placed snuggly in the wet mess between her hindlegs. There was just something about feeling a great pair of lionballs pressed against her rear that comforted and soothed her dreams.