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The Lion King - The Pleasures Of Ruling A Kingdom

Sweet Neglect

by Mirri

He approached the lioness lounging on the grass in the sunlight with a smile. Despite her belly bloated with the cub she was soon to have, Sarabi looked as gorgeous as always. Her golden fur shone brilliantly in the sun and reflected powerfully off her creamy white tummyfur. So very different from his own that practically absorbed light instead.

Hearing a rustle in the grass the lioness stirred and lifted her head up more to look upside down in the direction of the lion, one of her eyes opened to gaze up at him before she settled back down and let her pretty muzzle soften into a smile.

"Hello Scar. Nice day, isn't it?"

The dark-furred lion stepped up and reclined to his haunches next to her, putting a paw down to stroke her bulging fur along her underside.

"Indeed so. Perfect for relaxation and play." he grinned, flashing his white teeth in the strong light and ran his paw across her stomach with some admiration at her size. "Not going to last long now, is it?"

"I give it a few days." Sarabi rumbled pleasantly, excited about having her first cub.

"Have you decided on a name yet?" the lion stroked her chest, lingering around her engorged teats and teasing them with a single pawtoe.

Sarabi squirmed ticklishly and grinned without opening her eyes. "Yes, Simba."

"Ohh, how *original*.." Scar made the last word simply drip with sarcasm. "Let me guess, Mufasa came up with that one?"

"Yes, he thought it would be a good signal to send to the other animals in the kingdom."

"Oh yes of course. In case they didn't know what he was." Scar snorted and squeezed one of Sarabi's pink mounds in his paw.

"Mrr.. what?"

"Nothing." Scar dismissed with a grumble. He let out a soft sigh that mixed with the lioness' pleased purrs as his paw continued brushing over her nipples and down her chest and tummy. "I hope you realize I would never name my offspring something that silly if you were to mate with me."

The lion gave a wide, suggestive grin, but Sarabi just giggled and licked her nose.

"I'm suuuuure.."

She effectively cut off the conversation for a while, her purrs speaking louder than words as Scar continued to sit and caress her underside with his paw. The lush white fur ruffled up in all directions under his ministrations before he pawed it flat again with soft, even movements and then repeated the procedure in another place.

Time melted away while Scar admired her beatiful form, there was no doubt why she is the Queen of the pride. So elegant, so graceful and with a body that makes any lion's knees go weak.

Sarabi dozed off and enjoyed the sensations for quite awhile until she finally snapped out of it and started wiggling about. The lion drew back a little and gave her room to roll over on her side and then onto her large belly, taking some time to get up in a sitting position and when she finally did she panted from the physical exertion.

"Whew... hopefully this won't go on for much longer." the lioness huffed a little and leaned up some more to headbump Scar's shoulder.

The lion smiled back and leaned his head against hers while she nuzzled his shoulderfur and mane affectionately in thanks for the nice pawing earlier. He leaned the side of his head against hers and put his lips right next to her ear to whisper.

"Muzzle me."

Sarabi blinked wide-eyed and pulled back in shock, mouth agape.

"Scar!" she yelled out, a myriad of conflicting thoughts exploded in her mind all at once, everything from the fact that she was about to have Mufasa's cub in a few days, to her duties to all males in the pride and to her disappointment lately about how Mufasa has been acting. The King had shown zero sexual interest in her since he had already knocked her up and he had been quite busy with the other lionesses in the pride.

"Come on, no one has to know." Scar purred, going straight into that creamy-smooth seductive bent his voice takes when he is trying to lure someone into doing something for him.

He brushed his chin over the top of her head and over her ears, making her bow down a little and watch how his paw between his spread hindlegs grabbed a hold of his sheath and pulled it back to reveal his already semi-erect lionshaft. The lioness grunted and sensed the teasing clearly by the way his musky scent tore at her poor, deprived libido.

Sarabi lifted her head up and looked around at the flat, bare savannah around them to make sure they were completely alone before she went down on him.

Scar put his other paw on her head as she started going down, and he spread his hindlegs out some more for her. His paw lifted his shaft upwards, aiming it straight for her lips and he let out a long, deep sigh as he felt them slip around his tip and engulf him inch by inch in that wonderfully warm muzzle of hers.

"Mmmmm yes.. I knew you couldn't resist." Scar grinned mischievously and looked down at her, moving the other paw on top of her head as well.

It took surprisingly little effort on her part to get the first nice squirt of precum down the back of her tongue. Just after a few hard suckles the lion was already groaning and moving his hips back and forth, balls brushing over the grass beneath him.

The lioness made sure to coat him in a slick layer of her own saliva as he started moving quicker and bumped his tip against the back of her muzzle, eager to feel how her tongue coiled around his length from all sides.

"Mmm that's good.. yes, right there, keep your tongue there." he thrusted a few more times against the roof of her muzzle and squirted salty precum onto the back of her tongue.

Not one to be pushed around so easily, Sarabi gulped and shoved her head forward, stepping quickly in between Scar's hindlegs as he sat on the grass in front of her. Black, rubbery leonine lips pushed his sheath back as far as it will go and he nearly lost it when Sarabi so expertly deep-throated him and squeezed his barbed tip.

"OOOOooh..! You're a hungry little kitten, aren't you? I bet you're glad to taste lionmeat again."

And indeed she was. His scent may not be as familiarly pleasant as Mufasa's, but despite their muscular differences, both brothers are the same size under the tails and she could not deny how good it felt to have that slick, fat rod pumping back and forth in her muzzle once more.

Scar did not hold back in any way at this point, he just started muzzlefucking Sarabi eagerly and popped his cocktip in and out of her throat, making her gag hard around him. It lasted only a few more sporadic thrusts before the lion snarled and flooded Sarabi's muzzle with his seed.

Greedily she swallowed all that she could get, sucking him good in the process and making him cream even more than he usually would have. His claws dug into her neckfur and his paws held her tightly in place, making sure she did not try to get free before he had finished in her muzzle. Even after he was done he kept her down till she started cleaning him up as well.

Scar looked out over the still savannah, only the gentle breeze making the grass bend and rustle with what sounded like the same delight that the male was going through right now. He moved his paws away and stepped back, slipping his saliva-coated cock free of her muzzle and allowing it to retreat back into his sheath.

The lioness pushed herself up in a sitting position again with some effort and was greeted by a wet lick across her nose.

"No one sucks liondick quite like you, Sarabi." Scar grinned with a sense of awe in his voice.

"You're pretty tasty." the lioness admitted and licked her lips.

"Hey, if you need more, you know where to find me." He got up on all four paws gave her a wink over his shoulder before turning and padding off towards Pride Rock, leaving the lioness with a streak of cum dripping off her chin and the sight of a well-equipped male lion walking away with his tail up high.