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The Lion King - Everything The Light Touches

Chapter 15 - Bedtime

by Mirri

All the lions started snuggling up to go to sleep. They were either lying two and two, three and three or just in big, purring piles in the corner.

Simba flumped down on the floor and Nala got up behind him to spoon him and put one foreleg over his side to hold him. Sarabi got in front of Simba and cuddled him from the other side. She was smaller than the male, so when her rear was level with his, her head fit perfectly underneath his chin. Her paw was also draped over Simba's side just below Nala's.

Close to them Kovu lay down as well, him with Kiara spooning him like Nala did with Simba and with Sarafina in front.

A few collective sighs went through the leonine crowd here and there from the lionesses hugging and caressing each other to sleep.

It did not take long before snores and steady breathing was heard from all the lions. After all, the activities of the evening had left most of them pleasantly exhausted. Simba could only fall asleep for a few minutes at a time, however. He lay thinking of his encounter with his mom earlier and how he failed to achieve what he wanted because she was too tight and unadjusted to the company of a male.

The lion finally moved his paw off her back and down into the small space between them. He first caressed her chest lightly, eliciting a purr from her in her sleep, then let his paw descend further to stroke over her hidden nipples in her fur.

Simba was so busy playing with her two rows and making each one firm up and stand pink out of her fur that he did not notice the lioness wake from her slumber.

"Having fun?" the lioness suddenly whispered up at him and made the lion startle and twitch his paw.

Simba smiled again at her, lidding his eyes a little and leaned in to bite gently on her ear and whisper to her.

"I want you.."

His one paw started venturing further down while he at the same time pushed her body backwards with his other paw so he could better see what he was doing.

Sarabi closed her eyes and parted her hindlegs in submissive presentation to his advances. The soft pawpads cupped her in her warm little spot and she closed her hindlegs around the paw again to cut off the view from Simba so he would have to feel his way. The lion licked his muzzle and two of his pawtoes pushed aside the female's folds so a third could stroke between them slowly from top to bottom.

She tried to suppress her urge to moan and managed to just exhale with a tiny little whimper at the end. His pawtoe rubbed her sensitive clit until he began to feel the moisture collect down there.

Simba then ran a single extended claw into her lips and very tenderly touched the female inside. He paused at her tight little hole and the claw started pushing inside, opening her up and then retracting once he started stuffing his whole pawtoe into her wet depths.

Her hindlegs pushed harder together around his foreleg and the female whined a little through her nose, still trying to bite down on it. Her entry clenched hard around Simba and with a wet little slurp he pulled back out, only to force his pawtoe right back in again.

Simba let the lioness adjusts a little to the first few pushes, but soon got into a more rhythmic motion, popping in and out of her as he pawed her off. With some amusement he watched the female clench and try not to moan as his paw grew more and more slippery from her lubricating fluids.

"Oh Simba... oh yes.." she whispered and started moving her hips a little more.

The King scooted closer and slowed the movement of his paw to a halt before leaning over and whispering sensually into her ear.

"Think you're loose enough for me now..?"

"Only one way to find out, sweetie." Sarabi's face softened into a smile, her tongue hanging out a little from her panting.

Simba gave her a big grin and then very carefully started inching himself downwards, still trying not to make enough noise to actually wake anybody. He carefully moved Nala's foreleg off his shoulder and onto the floor so that he could slip out of her spooning position against his back and let him move away.

Sarabi lifted her top hindleg up to free his paw and held it there while he repositioned himself. She looked down at her son with loving eyes, so happy that he could make her feel part of the pride again.

Simba took his wet paw that had been hard at work before and placed it down between his own hindlegs, rubbing the fragrant female juices all over his now firm sheath and sac. His paw grabbed his sheath perhaps out of pure reflex and he pawed himself off till his big red lioncock had pushed out of the furry covering and continued to grow harder.

The lion placed his head comfortably between Sarabi's hindlegs and felt her close them around his mane again to relax and hold him there. With his nose this close to the hot, wet source of the female's scent, he did not hesitate to push his muzzle into wonderfully soppy lionesspussy and get his face all wet.

Grunting at the powerful sensory overload of both the intoxicating taste and scent of an aroused female, he lapped away between her folds with his rough feline tongue. Her scent was meant for only one thing, to remove any rational thinking and just get the male so excited that he could not think about anything other than mating her. And it did its job pretty well.

Simba was pawing himself quicker with his damp paw now as he tried to wedge his tongue into the tight little place he had been playing with a moment ago, but with little success.

Sarabi herself was busy enough trying to bite down on her tongue and lips, suppressing the urge to just scream to the heavens. She used one paw to cover her muzzle with in the hopes to muffle the whining while her other paw scritched the back of her son's maned head to show her appreciation.

Despite the male's valiant efforts, he still could not accomplish the task of pushing his flexible tongue into her sex. The lioness was just too tight, he needed something stiffer to push with and to loosen her up more.

Drawing back his damp paw to help out again, he moved his head back a little more to get it in-between and he plugged the lioness' sex with his pawtoe once again. The fast-paced pawing made Sarabi shiver again and really have to bite down on her tongue. She could feel how the male would paw her off roughly and quickly for a short while and then lick her a few times with his tongue to try and push it into her tight little place, and then repeat the cycle.

Finally the lioness could not take it anymore and she had to bite down on her paw while her hole squeezed the pawtoe hard with spasming motions. His tongue was immediately there to lap up the female's pounding orgasm, keeping her going by dragging the rough texture across her clit again and again.

Not about to give up, Simba did not leave her enough time to relax and let the afterglow wrap around her like a warm blanket. He immediately continued to paw her off and kept her hot and wanting, still on the edge of climax.

Her entrancing scent gave him strength and perseverance, and it felt almost magical the first time the wet, bendable organ slipped right through her strong pussyring and straight into her hot womb. Sarabi squealed a little and quickly covered her muzzle, looking over at Nala right across from her who happily snored on.

Simba pressed his lips against her folds and tilted his head a little to the side as if he was making out with her. He kept his tongue inside this time and let it flex and poke around all it could, first trying to push it in as far as he could get it and then he made it wriggle and curl and twist against her slippery walls, eating her out vigorously.

Sarabi started bucking her hips against the male's head, her paw pushing down between his ears, lusting shamelessly for his ecstatic touches.

It was amazing that none of the other lions noticed anything at this point. The strong aroma of lionsex was already heavy in the air, so their little adventure did not add much change there, but the gulping wet rhythmic noises were pretty conspicuous.

Simba tried to keep still the best he could and just let Sarabi work the tongue in and out of her most precious place while she humped him. She lasted only a few moments before he could once again taste the release of the sex-crazed lioness squirting out her female cum all over his tongue and muzzle again. The lion just lapped it up as if it were the sweetest fruit juice he had ever tasted.

It took Sarabi all that she had not to cry out in blazing passion like she so deeply desired while she climaxed hard into her son's slurping muzzle. Simba took it all, the fluids, the humping, the whole mess. He just let Sarabi do what she wanted with him, which included wiping her soaked nether regions all over his face.

The lion stayed in place, purring and licking the female's pussy till it had almost entirely stopped spasming and seizing his tongue. He pulled back out to hear the softest, most happy sigh he had ever heard from a lioness.

Simba grinned and slowly made his way up again towards his previous sleeping position with equal stealth to avoid waking up anyone else, especially Nala behind him. When he was almost all the way back, the Queen grunted behind him and shifted in her sleep. He quickly slipped up to where he had been sleeping beforehand and felt Nala drape her foreleg over his side and spoon him again like she had earlier.

Sarabi pulled herself in with her belly against his and she snuggled up with him, putting her head just underneath his chin. The larger lion embrace her with all four legs of his and held her close so he could groom her ears and whisper to her.

"That was really good, mom."

"Mmm. I'm glad you liked it too, sweetie." the lioness whispered back into his manefur and was still purring away in her blissful afterglow.

"Yeah, I loved eating your pussy. Tomorrow I wanna fuck it hard." the lion growl-whispered and humped himself against Sarabi's lower belly a few times, which made him push his still thick and stiff lionhood through her fur and get it moist.

Sarabi could feel just how aroused the lion was and she knew he would not get any sleep at all unless she intervened.

Simba grinned and closed his eyes as he felt Sarabi's head starting to move downwards. Her chin and muzzletip brushed against his mane and then against his soft bellyfur all the way down until he could feel the first wet lick across his bulging sheath and half-erect maleness.

The Lion King showed off his proudly jutting catcock and held a paw down between his mom's ears so he could adjust her head and slowly start to push his needy rod into her muzzle in order to satisfy himself for the night...