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The Lion King - Everything The Light Touches

Chapter 38 - Queen of Kings' Hearts

by Mirri & Radix

The noonday Sun was scorching hot. It made the tips of the grass turn yellow and the whole savanna slow down. Especially the bigger cats that usually roamed around the waterhole, now all lying flat and panting. Moving only to get farther into the shade of a tree, rock, or bush, or even each other. It was too hot to hunt, too hot to play, too hot to exist.

Still, Tungora was not entirely sure that he owed his exhaustion only to the heat. He had just seen off Nala and Namdi who were now traveling south to the Pridelands. His last visit to Simba the King had been quite an adventure, yet it was not entirely over. He was reminded of this as he spotted the prone form of a certain Pridelander lioness in the distance, resting in the shade of a hill. The goal of his current trip was mostly her and some relaxing conversation while he recovered from his early morning antics. The lion chuckled and increased his pace. He did not even believe that himself.

The King just sort of let himself fall down in the grass next to the female with a loud *thump*. He was a big boy and there was a lot of weight to haul around. Sarabi grinned and reached out with all four legs to meet his so he could pull her up close to him and snuggle. With her head buried in his mane and purring away contently she was the perfect target for a well-placed rumpgrope. She laughed and wriggled in his embrace when that big grey paw squeezed her rear.

"Still firm and bouncy. Whatever did you do during the hyena-years?"

Sarabi smirked lightly, "Well, no one was too interested in Scar. He never managed to give cubs to anyone... In my pride, anyway."

"You should have come here, I would have pleased you every night." The grey King's voice was soft and caring despite the innuendo. He licked a few drops of sweat off his nosepad.

"I couldn't just abandon my family and pride, Tungy." The lioness' voice grew a tad more serious. "You know that."

"Yeah, I know, I know.." Tungora sighed softly and ran his paw slowly down the curved bubble of the female's rump which made her giggle a bit again.

There were a few moments of comfortable silence as the two held each other, panting in the heat.

"We made good use of our tails." Sarabi finally commented.

Tungora grinned widely at that and could not help but let his eyes wander down to the fluffy tailtuft of the female.

"You'll have to show me that again."

"Hmmm, maybe later." Sarabi suppressed a yawn and shook her head a bit before pushing it into the comfy grey mane once more.

"Rafiki told me he helped you out too..." It sounded more like a question than a statement coming from the lion.

"Yes, just a few of the higher ranking lionesses were allowed to visit him. Especially during our heats it was a great relief," Sarabi recalled.

"Especially during heat?" Tungora chuckled at the thought of the lionesses actually seeking out the old monkey. "I bet he did not mind the arrangement either.. getting all the wet lionesspussy he could bang. Horny little monkey.." Tungora gave a wry smile and combed his claws lightly down the lioness' spine to her tailbase. Sarabi's laugh chimed gently in his ears.

"It wasn't quite like that.. but yeah, he didn't exactly complain." She still had the amusing howl of a cumming baboon ringing in her ears as a vivid memory.

"But most of the time we had to just fight our urges when Scar was around and then.. help each other out."

"What do you mean?" Tungora looked so totally innocent that one could almost see the freshly polished halo above his head. However, the way Sarabi rolled her eyes at his obvious question made him grin and show his teeth a bit, even if he tried to resist having his innocent expression crack into a knowing smirk.

"Licking pussy, Tungy. That's what I mean. Silly cub." Sarabi stated plainly and gnawed on the mane of the teasing lion.

He could just imagine it now. One needy lioness on her back and a host of others around her, one to kiss her and keep her quiet and several others to pleasure her as fast and efficiently as they could so it would be over before they could be interrupted. Suckling on her clit hard as the lioness writhed and bucked against the restraining paws, her hind end lifting off the ground in her delicious torment.... His eyes glazed over and his purr grew distant.

It was only when Sarabi shifted around a bit in their mutual embrace that he snapped back from his fantasy and resumed scritching the lioness' back softly.

"Heheh... I regret not asking Sarafina to join your visit. You two look so lovely rubbing against each other and making out."

"Mm-hmm." Sarabi sighed softly and let his mane cushion her head again. She looked up at him, eyes glittering with mirth. "I'm sure you can find a suitable lioness in your own pride I can have sex with while you watch."

Even in his fatigued state, Tungora's sheath gave a twitch and he grunted at that thought.

"I am most certain we could. Or would you prefer a male?"

"Hmmmm... maybe."

"Ratir -my heir- is extremely... gifted. But you can have any of my sons that you want. Anywhere you want," he added with a wink. Sarabi just smiled and felt his paw move back up her spine, caressing her gently.

The conversation froze and then fizzled away. They lay like that for a while, just relaxing and enjoying each other's company before the lion spoke again.

"Tell me," the big king lifted his head, forcing Sarabi to do the same, "would you be willing to let one of my youngest sons take you in the tail while I watch?" Apparently his dirty mind was still running at full speed even if the rest of him looked so relaxed. Sarabi chuckled at him and he wondered if perhaps she thought he was joking.

"Sure, why not?" Her laugh reminded him of when they were cubs, and when she nuzzled his nose he licked her back with passion.

"You're such a little slut. Gods, how I love you." He pressed his lips against hers passionately, a paw reaching down to grope her rump again and pull her close; overcome at his good fortune of just knowing this naughty lioness.

"I guess that's my cue, huh Dad?"

Sarabi broke the kiss and snapped her head around to look behind her at a pre-adolescent lion. He was gainly, thin and had almost comically oversized paws. Only a tuft of black between his ears indicated that he was going to grow a mane in a season or two. There was no telling how long he had been hiding in the background and watching the two, but she was starting to get a feeling that the King's exhaustion had been at least partially an act to lure her in.

"You devious, horny old bastard!" Sarabi turned her head to smirk back at the grinning Lion King, who merely kneaded her rump.

"Shut up and lift your tail. You promised me a show." There was a wickedly playful gleam of mischief in his eyes.

The young one seemed a little unsure of what to do after his bold entry and stood a few paw-lengths away from her, eying her with a kind of respectful hunger. His eyes were passing over her and she felt the familiar shiver of excitement at being the object of a lion's -a young lion's- fantasy. Almost without thinking she twisted her rump around, lifting one leg coyly and hooding her eyes, watching the male grin back at her, licking his lips. He was a cute one. She gazed between his legs, making it look on purpose but accidental at the same time, grinning to herself at the seemingly disproportionate shaft quickly sliding from the young one's sheath. That particular feature always made it easy to recognize Tungora's offspring.

"Eager," she said, looking up at Tungora who merely grinned and playfully grabbed her tail, lifting it.

"You remember what it was like to be young."

"Some of us still are."

Sarabi rolled away from the great hulk and onto her belly, crouching down, tail aside. She barely had time to brace herself before the impatient young lion mounted her. He could barely even wait for her to slide off the other male. The lionboy was even smaller than she was, but he grabbed her around the waist and wasted no time finding her tailhole with his stiff cocktip. Sarabi had a split second to register surprise before the male hastily bit down on her spine and shoved himself inside her with surprising strength. Sarabi gritted her teeth and tried not to yelp. The youngster could certainly do with a lesson in patience and, were he her son and if she didn't have something to prove, she would have taught him it. Instead the elder lioness took it in stride, grunting to Tungora as the young male began rutting her tailhole.

"And besides... *rrff*... some of us didn't have our parents... *nnnh*... encouraging this kind of behavior!"

Tungora smiled, patting Sarabi's head gently, feeling her rock slightly back and forth under his paw as his son worked her. "But encourage it I do. I'm an encouraging parent! Let me give you an example." Tungora looked up at his panting son, who grinned back at him broadly. "A little harder, son. I know she's tight but you can do it. Let's see if you can make her squeal before you fill her."

The lionboy took his father's words to heart, increasing the pace of his already barely-controlled thrusts.

"Oh you son of a--AAAH!" Sarabi muttered before cutting herself off, clawing at the dirt as the haze of lust began to cloud her senses. The cub was certainly not going to be the world's best lover any time soon, but that was not what she wanted. The raw passion of the young male, and the naughtiness of letting him fuck her tail in front of his father was enough. She could feel all the signs. Her tail rising higher. Her butt rocking into the thrusts. Her pussy wetting to the *slapslapslap* of the lion's balls. The only thing missing was the tingle of her nape, but the youngster was not quite able to reach it to bite down there. Somehow that just made it seem even more naughty. She found herself gasping, moaning out loud, "NNNnnh.. that's it, lionboy. Prove to your daddy that I'll take any lion to please him."

The young lion just grinned toothily and thrusted mindlessly, so absolutely thrilled to take a lioness in the wrong hole for the first time in his life. He had no concept of the pain his barbs caused, so he just rammed her rear as fast as he could as if it were some kind of race. Perhaps to him it was.

Tungora crawled over behind them both to lie down and watch. His son kept his tail up high and slapped his balls against Sarabi's wet slit with every rough thrust he landed in her already red and sore tailhole. There was no question that he was going way too fast and deep, but Tungora liked the unrestrained, youthful energy of his offspring.

"That's good Ezeji. Give daddy's lioness what she wants." The King licked his lips at the sight from behind the two and was immediately transported back several seasons before Simba was even born. He had seen the same thing before, only at that time it was Mufasa's golden rump tirelessly rutting Sarabi in the ass while she squealed his nickname.

The snarl of his voice still rang in Tungora's mind... "Say you want Muffydick. Say it!" The memory alone was enough to make his sheath swell, and the only thing missing in order to make it a picture perfect replica of his memory was his own seed leaking out under Mufasa's tail from where Tungora had emptied his balls only moments prior.

Those were the days.

"Faster, Ezeji," Sarabi groaned. "I think your *Ooh!* ..your daddy wants sloppy seconds."

Tungora leaned forward and licked his tongue over Sarabi's cunt, feeling his son's balls rub between his ears as he stuck his broad head between his son's outspread legs.

"Hrrr, you bet I do." He watched her more or less subconsciously massaging his son's thrusting rod. After all these years he suspected it was second nature to her, but he was not sure.

"Oooh..! oh, daddy... this is... amazing." Ezeji wheezed for breath, barely able to keep up with the pleasure building up inside him. It was already spinning out of control for the young lion.

"Mm-hmm. Much better than your sisters, isn't she?" It was more of a rhetorical question seeing as how Ezeji's tongue was hanging out the side of his muzzle and his eyes rolled back in his head.

Sarabi just kept her head down, gritting her teeth and trying to relax so the sharp barbs of the much too lusty boy did not scrape her raw. It was a tough struggle, but she could finally exhale when, after a few hard, jerking thrusts, she heard the adolescent roar out and shoot the warm, gooey contents of his balls up the lioness' backside. He yanked himself back out, probably without even noticing the female's snarl of discomfort.

Tungora chuckled and accepted his son's grateful kiss before he scampered off again, visibly shaken and buzzing all over from the incredible experience. There was no need for any exchange of words between the two males. Tungora knew exactly how unbelievable it felt and that it would take a while for the young lion to come to grips with what had just happened.

Sarabi rolled over on her back with a drawn-out groan and felt her own heartbeat pulse in her tailring out of sheer soreness. Despite this, she could not suppress a purr coming from deeper inside her.

"Mmm. I like them young and eager." She confessed to no one in particular.

The dark, looming shadow of the large lion veiled her as he stepped over on top of her, smiling down.

"Is that why you let Simba take you?"

The question caught Sarabi by surprise, but judging by his smirk it seemed that he already knew all about that, so there was no point in denying it.

"Maaaaaybe." She grinned disarmingly and tried to just take the question lightly instead of ending up blushing and feeling embarrassed.

"Or because he reminds you of Mufasa?"

"When he's on my back I swear I can't tell the difference. He even chuffs in the same way when he gets really aroused." Sarabi could not help but shiver at the thought.

It was about this point that Tungora decided not to waste any more time and without more than a second warning, he stuffed her ass full again, immediately starting his thrusts in her squishy hole and forcing out the seed of his son to run down over her tailbase. The female predictably squealed at the sudden intrusion, but lying there with all four legs in the air there was really nothing she could do other than watch while the horny Lion King had his way with her.

"Tell me more." Tungora's whiskers fanned out with curiosity as he stared straight down into the female's slightly contorted face. There was a marked difference between his offspring and then the King's own endowments, and the female was obviously struggling to adjust to his size.

"He.. *nnnnh!* .. oh gods... h-he lets me call him Muffy when he takes me."

Tungora raised an eyebrow. "Really? Intriguing... We should invite him next time. That would be very interesting to watch."

Sarabi's breathing became more shallow and quick at the ruthless treatment she was getting, and the dirty lion just wanted more from her still.

"But he's not as big as Mufasa, I know that much." His eyes squinted slightly, adoring the way the smaller lioness' rear tried to squeeze the life out of his thrusting rod in a vain attempt to keep him from assfucking her into submission. She was not succeeding very well.

"Doesn't matter. As soon as he stuffs it up under my tail he feels, oooh.. huge."

"If he is huge, what does that make me?" Tungora gave a wicked grin.

"A real stallion!"

"Yeah, and who's my little lionfilly?" He was quick to pick up on her advances.

"Ohhh, I am. Fuck your little filly good. Make her come with nothing in her pussy." Sarabi squirmed beneath the grey male, already feeling the heat in her loins start to flare up uncontrollably.

Tungora grabbed her forelegs and held them down over her head, increasing her helplessness and making her squirm as he stretched her around his thick pole.

"That should be easy with a horny lil' filly like you." The lion increased his speed, feeding off the moans of mixed despair and desire that came from his partner.

"Is this what you want, hm? You want me to waste all my fertile seed in your backhole?" There was a certain slithering quality to his naughty words, he made it all sound forbidden and sinful. Which just made it even better.

"Ooooh yes, Tungy. Make love to my tail." Sarabi bit her lips and watched his dark grey mane flow as he rocked back and forth over her, relentless in his pursuit of pleasure from her body.

"Is this how you make Simba take you? You let your son cum his balls out in your taboo tailstar?"

"Mmmr, yeah.. 'specially when I'm in heat." Her pinned forepaws started curling up and straining.

"It's my turn now, my sexy little rumpslut." His whisper was a hoarse statement of possession and demand for the female's submission, which she was only too happy to grant him.

"Nnnh! Claim me, big lionbull.. wash out your son's seed with your own."

"Milk me with your ass.. grrr, tighter... tighter , Sarabi.. OH yessssSSS! That's it!"

The roar that echoed across the savanna could be heard all the way back to the rest of the pride.

Tungora had no idea how he ended up on his side in the grass with both forelegs hugging his lover, he had just blacked out completely after the violent explosion of colors in his mind. His lioness felt relaxed and pliable judging by her lack of reaction to his paws stroking down her back. They were both too exhausted and happy to move anywhere at the moment, and the two lions' purrs mingled with each other.

He felt the hot breath from the female's muzzle tickle his throat when she sighed into his mane and loosened up completely. Even her tail was too lazy to move.

"Sounds like you and your son have a lot of fun."

"Mmm. I don't complain." Sarabi mumbled softly without moving even her ears.

"Although most of the time I just muzzle him." She added after a few seconds.

"You're fortunate to have a son who's so hung. He barely even fit in my own muzzle." Tungora rumbled in a calm manner.

Sarabi snapped her eyes open all of a sudden and pulled her head out of his mane to look at him before her features melted into a giggle. She was sure the two males had played with each other when they were visiting, she just had not heard any details or gossip about it.

"Did he fit under your tail as well?" She pried further and put her head down again, paw clenching the grey King's mane.

Tungora grinned sheepishly. "Just once.. it felt fantastic to have a set of big golden balls slapping against my own."

"Again." Sarabi supplied, a smile on her muzzle. "Mmm.. just like old times, walking around with Mufasa's spooge in your rear after a long night?" Sarabi commented and did not even raise her head this time.

Tungora roared a laugh.

"Yeah, something like that. Now turn around."

"You know," she said, running one pawtoe teasingly through his mane, "I'm sure one of your sons could do that."

"Sarabi!" The big lion gasped. "That's so wrong!"

She purred against his bulk. "You like it."

His answer was a lick over her ear.

He helped her roll over in his embrace and the two blissful lions ended up spooning before they both fell fast asleep.

* * * * *

It was the next morning before they both woke up again.

"You look a mess." Tungora was the first to speak and he made Sarabi open one eye just a bit to look down at his large grey foreleg hugging around her chest.

"Hrmmm.. and whose fault is that?" She murmured back sleepily.

"I take full responsibility for everything."

Sarabi wriggled her rump a bit and clearly felt the engorged morning bulge pressing against her tailbase.

"Feels like you're not quite done making me messy yet either."

Tungora just purrchuckled with a rumbling sound that tickled her back.

"No more distractions. We're not leaving until this," he stroked his paw down her belly, "..is full of my cubs."

The two lions lay purring for a few more minutes before Tungora untangled himself from her and rolled up on top of the lioness' belly. He looked down at her with a loving expression and then pressed his lips to hers in an affectionate kiss.

Sarabi hugged him with all four legs while he got into position and finally began to slide his maleness inside her cunny with a satisfied purr.

The lions fondled and kissed for a while longer before his hips began moving back and forth, slowly at first to adjust the female to his massive size.

"Finally... You're finally mine. All mine." He panted, tongue hanging out and a darkly possessive tone in his voice.

"Ohhh, Tungy. My secret grey lover." The lioness whispered impassioned, remembering all the times they had snuck a quick, heated session with each other over the years.

He pushed his hips harder against her, forcing her to take his entire length in that slick pussy of hers.

"My lioness.. the former Queen of the Pridelands is finally mine." The lion looked over her with an intense gaze as if he was trying to brand the sight of her in his mind forever.

"Yes, Tungy." She moaned.

"Say it!" He snarled and gave a rough thrust that smacked his pelvis against her soft rear.

"The breeding rights are all yours now. Plant your cubs in me and claim me fully." Sarabi had no illusions of why she had been brought here; and she had already agreed to it when she came to visit him. After tonight she would be his lioness, living in his pride.

"Oh, my dear Sarabi. My cubhood friend." He ran a paw over her face, wiping away the beads of sweat on her forehead in a tender gesture as he fixed his eyes on hers. Despite his rough thrusts, he was somehow surprisingly gentle at the same time.

"I've loved you ever since we first met." The lion took it slow enough that their mating was not too distracting. They could both daydream about old memories, and about the time they were playing together in the same pride.

"I wanted your soft rump between my hindlegs even before I understood why."

Even in this emotional moment, Sarabi could not help but giggle at the memory.

"You used to climb up on me all the time when we played. You were the only one who did that."

"Mm yes, I just had to feel you beneath me."

The more they thought about it and let their imaginations run wild, fueled by their passion, the more it seemed like their destinies were finally intertwined the way they somehow were always meant to be. The two wandering souls had met and only in that instant did they know for sure that they had been looking for each other.

"Mmmn.. I long to be beneath you." Sarabi curled her hindtoes as the male pushed as deep as he could for one thrust, grinding his fuzzy sheath against her folds.

"You were the first girl who figured out how the grownups had fun." There was more than just a little of a teasing tone in his voice.

Sarabi grinned sheepishly and blushed, even at that distant memory. "I just followed them and watched."

"And then you showed all the other cubs. I got my first muzzlejob from you, right in front of all the other speechless cubs, do you remember?" Tungora curled his lips back in a toothy grin and sped up his thrusts to a healthy pace.

Sarabi smiled, "Oh yes. From then on you refused to play with me unless I took your balls in my muzzle and made slurpy noises for a while."

"Mmmm, that was great fun. I made you kiss my sheath a lot too."

"You and Mufasa were the first ones to get an erection and figure out how to use it." She winked up at him, clearly noticing how aroused talking about the old days was making him.

"Yessss." The grey King hissed softly. "We dry-humped you for a while just like grownups did, but you were pretty surprised when you suddenly got a little cubcock in your sex as well."

"I remember you in your adolescent seasons. Even after you left the pride." The female's eyes glazed over for a moment and her heart skipped a beat as a sudden flare of sexual fire blazed up in her loins.

"Mmmyeah... you snuck out at night and met me in the meadows. Taught me how to fuck a female and eat her pussy."

"Gods, you were so good. I gnawed through countless roots and dead branches to keep from screaming while you took me."

"Too bad you were betrothed with Mufasa.. and that the grey lionboy was kicked out to find his own path." Even after all this time Tungora still managed to sound bitter at what he felt was his unfair banishment from the pride. Sarabi just ignored his tone and ran a paw through his mane to distract him.

"That's what made it so naughty. You were suddenly an outsider. Forbidden fruit." She licked her wet lips and knew just how to change the subject.

"You have no idea how much it helped me. Word spread quickly about the mysterious grey lion who made the females swoon. I had a pride in no time."

"But.. Mufasa was always a better kisser than you." Sarabi grinned and winked at him.

"I know. He demonstrated that to me several times. Usually with my cock buried deep in his ass, because he also knew I was a better lover." Tungora winked down at her.

"Mufasa always insisted that I watch you both when you were having fun. He knew how aroused it made me."

"I'm close, Sarabi. Keep talking." Tungora panted and humped her rump faster, his heavy nuts slapping against her over-cummed tailhole while he took her lustfully.

"There's nothing hotter than watching two Lion Kings mate each other passionately. All those growls and flexing muscles and powerful thrusts and barbed shafts pumping."

"Yes Sarabi, yessss." His eyes clenched together.

Sarabi hugged herself tight up against him and growled right in his ear.

"Cum in me like you would cum in Mufasa's tail."

Tungora let out a roar and burst in her pussy, flooding her in an instant. He quickly pulled out and stepped up over her, cumming all over her face. With his mind in another place, he still remembered that the ultimate sign of domination between male lions was to cum in the other's mane and paint it white. It took a long time to groom out and it marked the other with your scent for as long as possible.

Sarabi was beneath him now, however, so she just got to open her muzzle and catch whatever stray spurt she could while the rest spilled down her face and throat. Despite her lack of a mane, she was pretty well marked by the end of it when Tungora stood above her on shaky legs, cock drooping and dribbling onto her chest and nosepad.

"That was good." He grunted finally and stepped sideways before collapsing onto his rump right beside her.

This just got Sarabi even more coy when she saw the King's weakened state.

"Is that all you've got?" She grinned and licked her muzzle slowly, showing her teeth when her tongue grazed across her sharp fangs. The inviting display was enough to make the male's cock jerk and slap wetly against his belly.

"Mmmmrf.. wait here." He panted and got to his feet with some difficulty before wandering off. He left Sarabi to wonder whether or not she should clean herself up, and after he had been gone for a while she started grooming her forepaw and dragging it across her face.

Tungora returned soon after with two of his sons, a bit older ones these. They were grinning in a way that made her certain they had already been informed of what was going on.

Tungora stepped up to Sarabi and rubbed his flank against her with a purr while the two other males circled her and stared at her graceful curves. Their expressions could only be described as 'hungry'.

"Keon and Mfasi, I'd like you to meet Sarabi, the former Queen of the Pridelands." Tungora called back over his shoulder and then sat down with his back against a tree trunk. He slipped down a bit, his neck cushioned by his thick mane and he spread his hindlegs out right in front of the female.

"Sarabi here is going to give me a blowjob and while she does, I want you to take turns breeding her in the ass." The grey lion licked his lips in anticipation of his own scheme. "I don't want her to walk for two days."

Sarabi giggled and looked over at the two drooling lionboys who were taking up position behind her. The lioness obediently crouched down with her head between Tungora's hindlegs and started nuzzling his heavy sheath while she lifted her tail up for the other two.

"Come and get it boys." She winked back at them, still feeling overconfident right up until the point where youthful exuberance and inexperience came together in a rather painful push of stiff liondick up under her tender tail.

Sarabi gritted her teeth and growled deep in her throat, which only made Tungora laugh.

"Careful what you wish for, my eager little sexkitten." His large paw came down to fuzzle her headfur a bit before it guided her to continue her task. Sarabi felt the rough, uncontrolled humping of the young lion spearing her tailhole repeatedly as he took her. All she could do was whimper and open her muzzle to slide Tungora's massive meat inside.

"Theeeere's a good girl." He praised her and tensed up, giving a short squirt of precum over her tongue. Figuring that she had enough on her mind already, his large paw grabbed her neck and he started bucking his hips to help himself in her tight, wet maw.

"I see you *Mmm!* ..you cleaned yourself up again. This won't do." Tungora leered with all his teeth showing.

"When I cum you will pull off so I can paint your face again. Keon here will paint your back." He nodded to his son who was drooling down the female's neck at the sheer naughtiness of being allowed to tailhump a lioness. No females in their pride willingly took it like that.

Sarabi had to admit that there was something thoroughly arousing about being taken in both ends at once with another male pacing back and forth anxiously on the sidelines with a full erection, impatiently waiting his turn in her.

It had been a long time since Sarabi had felt so desired. She was alive again.

She was young again. And.. she was pregnant again.