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Greetings, dear readers. Cheetah's here with another kitty story to delight your eyes and warm your hearts. Poisonheart asked me one simple question a while ago. Do I take Lion King commissions? Here's my reply! Almost 10.000 words of lion on lion goodness for you to read.

So what's in today's smut agenda? If you take a peek, you'll find two M/F scenes inside. Simba has an erotic dream about his beloved, and the best way to share this acquired information is through dirty deeds and lots of licking. Meantime, Kiara follows the trail of her parents, curious about what they might up to. Then, she stumbles upon a scene that stirs her blood in odd and curious ways. Kovu, her trusty lover, gladly gives her a paw and eases her burdening lust in ways only a lion can.

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Simba stopped at the base of Pride Rock, one paw held aloft as he contemplated going back and share his plans with Kiara. He took a deep breath of cold morning air, rich with scents of all kinds. One stood out among them; sweet, with an earthy tang to it.

Nala?

He placed his paw upon the dew laden grass and turned to face her. The thin foliage stood too short for proper prowling, and her tan bulk stood out like prey in the open.

"Weren't you supposed to stay behind, as we agreed the previous night?"

The lioness froze in her tracks, and her eyes widened. "Too many things happened last night," she said with a smirk.

Simba blushed. It started with a nuzzle, then it became a cuddle, and after that...

He shook his head to brush away the memory. "Patrolling our borders is dangerous, Nala, especially now, when the hyenas are scattered, with no lion to control them."

"Sounds more like an argument in my favor," she said and sprang to her feet. "No hyena clan would dare challenge the king and his queen."

Simba opened his mouth to voice a protest, to stop her, to send her back to Pride Rock, among her sisters. Yet no words came out. Only a soft whimper as his queen padded forward, her tail swishing and her posture low. Nala's eyes bore into his, two aquamarine pools in which Simba suddenly felt lost.

"Fine," he conceded. "We share everything, after all."

"Even the danger?" Nala inquired.

Simba chuckled. "I laugh in the face of danger." His laughter turned into a roar when Nala leaped forward and thrust her weight against his flank. Simba staggered. Claws left their sheaths to tear at the soil as he spun around to tackle his wife. A yelp of surprise left Nala when Simba's paws pressed against her chest, immobilizing her.

"I'm no longer a cub, Nala. I can take care of myself." He gave her a curt lick across her cheek, and another across her nose. The lioness growled and half lidded her eyes as her own tongue poked out. It caught Simba across his chin, her rough barbs brushing against his fur. A blissful tingle rushed through Simba's body. His muscles relaxed, his posture drooped.

That's when Nala struck. Her hind paws wrapped around his flanks. Then, she pushed, so hard the pair tumbled several times before they came to a stop. Simba winced and flailed his paws to dislodge the lioness towering above him. Unlike him, Nala lowered her hindquarters on top of his haunches. No matter how he wriggled his hind paws, he couldn't find purchase.

"Pinned by a female weaker than you," Nala drawled.

"Not any female--a queen," Simba corrected her.

"You think flattery will solve your predicament, my king?"

Before Simba could say anything, her weight shifted from his limbs. Her tongue forced his eyes shut as it slid across his nose, cheeks, brow, and up to his ears. Simba rolled onto his feet at that and shook his head. It tickled!

Nala had the courtesy not to laugh. She stood onto her haunches, tail swaying as she stared at him with those narrow eyes, full of want. It made Simba's heart thunder in his chest and stirred his member. His pink tip poked through, and vanished back into its sheath when Simba clenched his jaw and nuzzled Nala's slender neck.

"We should get going. The sun's bright enough to rouse Kiara."

Nala sighed at the mentioning of their daughter. "She can fend for herself. She's wise enough to avoid danger, and strong enough to fight her way out of it."

"I already agreed with one proposal. Another isn't going to cut it."

He strode forward, each step broader than the previous. Insects already buzzed around him, and herds appeared on the horizon. An Okapi bowed its head at his passing from beneath the shade of a crooked fig trees, then continued picking up the fallen fruits.

His kingdom--the Pride Lands--awoke beneath the pale rays of the morning sun. From still meerkats to rowdy baboons chasing each other through the thick boughs of the trees and to a wandering warthog, his subjects stopped and dipped their heads in respect for their king. Simba tightened his poise. He drew his head back, stiffened his shoulders, and allowed the sweeping gusts to caress his fiery mane.

For the first time in years, the king felt at peace. His kingdom prospered, his daughter got married, and Nala, his queen and the love of his life, sauntered at his side, head held high. Her tail sought his, and Simba wrapped around her length until his tawny tuft molded with her light brown one.

"Maybe it's for the best. If our daughter was here, she would just prance around, chasing lady bugs," Nala said.

Simba chuckled. "I asked Kovu to watch over her in case curiosity gets the better of her."

"It will," Nala observed.

"That's why we'll be well over The Gorge before she starts looking."

Nala's tail tightened around his. "So the elephant graveyard it is?"

Simba's stomach churned at the name. Memories of his first encounter with the hyenas whirled through his head, of the crippling fear he felt at his inability to escape the trio and protect Nala in the process.

That's when Mufasa's roar stunned them. The loudest roar Simba ever heard. His chest still rumbled with it, and his limbs buckled when he remembered his father's eyes. There was a fire within them. At that time, Simba had mistaken it for scorn, but now he knew it wasn't.

It was fear. The fear of losing the one being Mufasa loved the most. Simba shook his head, then padded over to Nala to lean his head against her shoulder.

"Yes. That's the most likely of places where we'll find them," he responded.

He stroked her neck with a broad lick, and they spoke no more.

The elephant graveyard was empty. No cackling, no bones of small prey, not a trace of the sour reek of a hyena. Only hulking bones jutting out of the ground, and sweeping gusts whooshing through them. Simba slunk through a ribcage and nodded to Nala when she took upon a different path.

He rounded every corner, checked every eye socket, and dug holes whenever the frail scent of decaying meat poked at his nostrils. The bones he unearthed were too big to be hyenas or their prey. Simba scanned the graveyard for one last time before he took upon the beaten path. Nala waited for him on top of the crater's rim, her tail tuft twitching.

"Not even a smile? If they aren't here, then we won't find them anywhere else. They're gone."

Simba turned his head to accept her kiss. Their noses pressed together, and the tips of their tongues wiggled at each other for a short moment before Simba drew back. Nala growled and placed a paw on top of Simba's shoulder, but he shrugged it off.

"They traveled away," he said over Nala's soft moans. "Wherever they are, I will find them."

"And do what?"

A shiver crept through Simba. He didn't think of that yet. He only wanted to find them and figure it out when he did. "To banish them. There are other lands across the desert, lands without lions."

"Can't we just coexist? Your father may not have--"

"My father made mistakes. I made mistakes by trusting my uncle." He licked Nala's cheek. "Mufasa banished the hyenas to the elephant graveyard, where Scar discovered their clan and used it. I'll send them away, so that no threat will ever rise within the bosom of the Pride Lands."

"I think that's the right choice," Nala said. She brushed her flank against him and took the lead. Her steps had a weight to them, and her tail tip twitched with renewed vigor. Something about his choice troubled her, but Simba pressed the matter no further. His wife would understand why a king had to be constantly vigilant. She always did.

They checked the Water Hole, trailed along the banks of the Zuberi River and reached the fringes of the desert. The sun burned itself to a crimson red in the sky, casting its dying light over the sprawling desolation ahead. Simba squinted, trying to spot anything that wasn't dust or a dust mound poking from the cracked soil. Nothing stood up on the horizon. Not even a trace of the jungle where Timon and Pumbaa had led him when he was but a cub.

"I didn't realize how big the desert was until I tried to cross it." He took a step forward, but Nala jumped in front of him to block the way with her sleek, tan body.

"The sun will die in the sky before we reach the jungle."

"We'll use the stars for guidance." He turned left, then right. Wherever he went, Nala pounced to block his path.

"Look above you."

Simba followed her gaze up to the clouds floating across the sky, grey and heavy with the promise of rain. He sighed and turned from the fringes of the desert towards a palm tree sprouting on the slant that used to be a pond. Nala followed him as they crept through the thick underbrush, until they rested on the bedding of dried leaves piled at the base of the trunk.

"We could've made it," Simba said. He raised a hind paw for Nala to snuggle next to him.

"And sleep in the jungle, with swarms of mosquitoes to pester us?"

Simba nudged her neck, hard enough to draw a soft growl from her. "So the clouds were just an excuse to--"

"Cuddle with my king on something else other than dry rock."

Simba grumbled at that, but didn't protest. The soft bedding of leaves soothed him, and Nala's warm licks across his brow made him purr affectionately.

"The sun always dies and always rises, Simba," she said between licks, "no king ever brought balance to their kingdom during the span of a day and a night."

"Mrrrrrrrrm," Simba said as he laid his head back for Nala's tongue to slither across his chin. He closed his eyes, basking in her slick warmth until sleep took him.

He dreamt of chasing Nala around Pride Rock. The lithe lioness circled the base of the humongous rock formation, taunting him with the twitching tail tuft. Simba dashed through bushes, jumped over loose boulders, crossed through the shadowy loop formed by The Peak of Pride Rock looming above him. Nala burst first into the harsh midday glare, swaying and moving through the plains with infuriating dexterity.

Simba followed her, up the ledge of Pride rock and into their royal den. He blinked fast to adjust to the gloom, but he didn't need to see Nala to realize that she stood somewhere in front of him. Her sweet, alluring scent filled his flared nostrils. It stirred his heart and urged his member to poke out of its sheath.

He opened his eyes to find her sprawled in front of him, her tail stretched across the floor and one hind paw aloft to expose her wet, pink folds. A soft growl rumbled in her throat, and she flashed her canines briefly as her tongue slid across her whiskers.

Simba froze for a moment. Her scent overwhelmed him, her narrow, aquamarine eyes bore into his, and her paws flexed with lust as her slit shivered and pushed out a trickle of arousal. It slithered down her rump and pooled at the base of her tail. Simba's member throbbed and pulsated. He grew hard and long in mere moments. Each step towards her seemed to take forever, and Simba winced every time his erection slapped against his haunches with a painful yet pleasurable jolt.

He reached her and dipped his nose into her shuddering folds. One lick across her smooth, slick lips filled his mouth with her sweet nectar. Its fragrance clouded his thoughts and made his blood boil with pent up lust.

Simba straddled her, gave her an encouraging lick across her nape, and thrust hard and deep within her nether depths. She was so hot, smooth and tight that Simba roared his bliss as he fought to control his rising climax. He tried to pull out, but Nala's muscles clamped down upon him, so hard Simba's peak hit him.

He jerked to his senses when something warm, moist and barbed slid across his cheek. Nala drew back and growled when Simba slammed his brow into her nose. Her eyes were big and wide and blue, like the morning sky.

"You thrashed a bit in your sleep," she said, then gave him a curt lick across his cheek. "What did you dream about?"

"Something..." Simba trailed off. Her intense scent still filled his nostrils, and her body was pressed so tight around him. Did they actually...? He glanced at his shifting hindquarters to notice a sliver of pink fleeing back into his sheath. He swallowed hard at that, and pressed his nose tight against Nala's in a soft, sensual kiss.

"Something unimportant," he said. He had to keep it vague until Nala relented. This way, she wouldn't suspect a thing. "I don't even remember most of it." He licked her across her nose and pulled back to gauge his queen.

Nala's eyes narrowed, and her eyebrows tilted inwards. She didn't look convinced. More like intrigued.

Simba smiled and nuzzled her sensitive neck. "I'll tell you more about it as soon as we get going."

"That sounds like a promise."

Simba's stomach sank. He said the exact same thing he wanted to avoid!

"And a king always keeps his promises," Simba added with half a mouth. He just had to keep her mind off it long enough.

He kneaded at her muscular shoulder with a paw while his tongue brushed against Nala's neck. His queen purred under the pleasant treatment and rolled onto her side to paw at his mane. Simba shook his head, but that only made Nala more stubborn. Her claws came out as she slid her paws across his fiery mane to smoothen it. Simba winced whenever she encountered a knot or a clump of hair, but Nala ran her claws through it and gave him a lick on the nose. As if that helped balm the discomfort.

Simba rolled to his feet, away from her warm embrace and tantalizing scent. He only realized his member was erect when his curled tail brushed against his sensitive tip. He winced, then turned sideways to conceal it from Nala.

"Let's check out Zulu falls. It's a territory rich in water, prey and jagged terrain, perfect for hyenas to plan an ambush."

Nala nodded. She swayed on her feet, almost floating as she rubbed her chin against Simba's mane. "What about the jungle?"

"We'll come back when the sun descends in the sky." His blood already boiled from last night's dream. Crossing a desert during the scorching heat of the noon seemed more than ridiculous. Simba leaned against Nala and nibbled at her scruff. His plan worked for now. No need to loiter.

He took the lead with a steady gait, head held high for all the passing animals to see. They needed to see their king, strong and imposing. Nala only added to that. With the queen walking at his side, even the rowdy baboons ceased their squabbles within the canopies of the trees to pay their respects to the royal couple.

Simba kept his regal poise for as long as he could. Whenever they went out of eyesight of a group of animals or when a mound or tree concealed them, Nala bumped into him. She did that for the better part of their walk; nudging him, licking at his cheek, or slapping her tail across his back. Her scent flared within Simba's nostrils, and her playful expression gave him pause.

He stopped onto the bank of a gully surrounded by lush trees and high vegetation. Nala wrapped a front paw around his shoulder and bit a mouthful of mane. Simba sighed and waited for her playfulness to subside.

It only worsened. She drew back from the lick he planted upon her brow and giggled as she crouched, her hindquarters raised under a swaying tail.

"What's gotten into you?" Simba inquired.

Nala's eyes sparkled. "There is something on your mind that you're not sharing with me." She lowered her chest to the ground for a pounce.

"You're not taking this seriously."

"Neither do you."

She pounced. Simba growled as he buckled his hindquarters, protracted his claws, and braced for impact. Too late. Although more supple than him, the lioness hurled at his unprepared self with all her might. They rolled into a heap of thrashing paws and swishing tails until Nala came on top.

"You forgot to turn left at the burned mahogany tree and lead us in the heart of nowhere. Look around."

Simba tilted his head left, then right. Whatever river once roamed through this gully, it became nothing more than a thin trickle. No hills on the left, no hills on the right. Nala was right!

He turned to face her. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why didn't you realize this?" Her tongue darted out to flick across his nose, but Simba shook his head.

"You distracted me."

"Only after you passed the burnt mahogany tree. And yet, you pressed on in spite of that." She smiled a broad, infuriating smile. "What troubles you, my king? Was it the dream?"

Simba growled at that. He wrapped his front paws around her torso, pushed, and rolled left to emerge on top of Nala. "It's none of your concern."

Simba blinked when Nala's tongue brushed against his eyes. He blinked against it, only to find the ground shifting beneath his paws. He roared as the lioness wiggled her hindquarters out of his grip and kicked at his haunches. He staggered for a fleeting moment before Nala recovered her footing, reared onto her hind legs, and crashed down upon his back with all her might. Simba crumbled to his chest, his head pinned beneath Nala's paw.

"Only if the dream concerns me."

"Maybe it does."

He pushed at the ground with all his might and got onto his feet. Nala lost her precarious footing and flopped onto her side. A very vulnerable position for one who lacked the strength to tackle bigger opponents.

Simba pressed his paws against her chest. "Pinned."

Nala smirked. She bit at his leg, hard enough for Simba to let out a muffled roar of pain. His grip faltered, and Nala rolled her shoulder into his other paw. Simba tumbled on top of her, yet she was faster to get onto her feet.

"Pinned."

Simba tried to emulate her tactic and bite at a front leg but, unlike him, she pressed hard upon his belly, right where his mane blended with his orange fur. He swayed left, then right, kicked his hind paws and sought to imbalance her. The lioness merely crouched on top of him until her weight drew the breath ought of Simba.

"Pinned again." She pressed her nose against his, then flicked her tongue across his cheek. "Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me."

Simba blinked against her piercing aquamarine gaze. She stood so close him, and her embrace was warm, and tight. So very tight. Simba's paws twitched as his member poked out of its sheath with a single throb. He gulped hard at that, and Nala perked her ears. She raised her hindquarters, just enough to expose his growing erection.

"Which secret?" Simba asked.

Nala's smirk revealed the answer. She straddled him, one set of paws placed on each side of him as she rose. She dug her head into his mane, rubbed her cheeks against it, then went down along his chest, licking and nibbling at clumps of orange fur. When she got to his belly, Simba shuddered from the pent up pressure growing within his tight shaft. Each throb sent tingles across his flanks, and each lick from Nala made him squirm in delight.

Simba's haunches shivered when her tongue inched closer to his sensitive parts. Nala took a step back with each tongue stroke. Only her head remained above his lower belly. Her eyes shifted towards him with each tantalizing lap across his inner haunches. Then, she shut her eyes and slid her nose down a haunch, lower and lower, until the tip of his member poked at the soft fur of her chin.

Simba gasped. The frail touch urged him to roll onto his paws, straddle Nala, and take her right away. Her gaze froze him. She tilted her eyebrows as a smile stretched across her lips, then she shifted her gaze onto the meat bobbing beneath her chin. Simba tensed up in anticipation. Her tongue poked out through ivory canines, and its tip pressed against Simba's shuddering member.

A muffled growl rippled in his throat. He bucked his hindquarters at the onrush of pleasure rushing through his member. He had to bury deep within her, feel her clench around him. Her licks offered no such comfort. Only a dribble of fleeting pleasure.

Then, Nala wrapped her tongue around his length. Her barbs slid against the rough base of his shaft, eliciting a moan from Simba. Nala giggled and stroke her tongue against his member again, unaware of how good it felt. Simba's claws left their sheaths as his paws trembled with the toll of pleasure. His member twitched, and throbbed, and pulsated against her touch. The more she licked, the more intense it became, until Simba growled and squirmed his hindquarters. Nala jumped away in confusion just as a searing jet of pre slithered through Simba's shaft. It burst through his tip and dribbled onto his furred pouch, coloring it to a deep, wet orange.

Simba shifted onto his paws. His legs trembled from Nala's pleasant ministrations, and his eyes felt bleary and heavy. Every muscle in his body throbbed with lust, his member the most. Nala's eyes narrowed, and a purr rumbled in her throat as she approached him, step by step. Simba growled, took a step back, then stopped when another jet of pre shot from his tip and tore a wet gash into the ground below.

Nala promised to keep this secret, and a queen always stood true to her words.

Even so, the thought offered little relief when Nala's brow connected with his. They licked at each other with broad strokes, growling their love for each other.

Nala smirked, gave him another lick, and dropped onto her stomach. She trudged under him, little by little. Simba winced as her back rubbed against his belly, but stood his ground. Whatever Nala had in mind, he wanted to play along.

It started with a soft lick across his throbbing shaft. Simba clenched his jaws and raised his tail at the bliss coursing through him.

And that was only the beginning.

A yelp escaped Simba when Nala's damp nose rubbed against his member, followed by her warm lips. He staggered for a moment and turned his head around. From his standing position, he couldn't see a thing; only growl as Nala's tongue wrapped around his tense member and dragged him deeper, and deeper into the smooth, moist confines of her mouth.

For a maw filled with teeth, Nala was surprisingly gentle. Once Simba sank his whole length into her mouth, Nala wriggled her tongue around it, coated it with slippery saliva, and suckled. Simba tottered and huffed as jolts of elation ran through his spine and dispersed along his flanks. Although she barely squeezed, the rippling motion of her tongue, along with the soft caress of her barbs, was enough to bring him on the brink of release.

He squeezed his eyes shut and unleashed a grave, drawn-out growl. More pre shot from his member at every throb, and whenever he jerked within her mouth, Nala wrapped her tongue tighter around him to hold him in place. With no room to push or pull back, Simba took a deep breath and rode the increasingly potent waves of pleasure.

The throbs picked up. His member stiffened to the point of no return, and Nala knew it. Her maw widened to accommodate him, and she rubbed her tongue against his length with renewed vigor. Simba's haunches buckled as his peak approached, and he began to thrust inside Nala's mouth with weak, curt strokes.

Nala's own arousal wafted to his nostrils. Simba dipped his head and noticed streaks of gooey liquid pushing through her shuddering lips. The sight stirred him more than anything. His heart beats picked up, and blood surged through his tense limbs as Simba rose his head to the skies in anticipation of his climax. He felt it pooling within his sack; a wriggling, fiery mass that demanded release with each tongue stroke against his shaft.

Simba throbbed once, twice, and then held back his release for a fleeting moment. Everything stimulated him beyond what he thought possible. Nala's barbs became delicate as silk as they caressed his stiff flesh, her tongue squeezed him just the right amount to force his member still with pent up lust, and the warm moisture within her mouth felt like the slickest depths of her nether tunnel. Simba's vision flickered from the overwhelming pleasure, his fangs clattered within his maw, and his haunches shivered due to strain.

With an earsplitting roar, Simba unleashed his torrent within Nala's mouth. Spurt after spurt of fertile seed washed against her tongue and filled her to the brim, until her tongue lolled and the excess fluid dribbled across her chin. Simba's posture drooped as he tapered off, yet his member remained rock hard. As soon as the last wave of his climax rippled through his taut muscles, Simba pulled back from Nala's muzzle, turned around and straddled her. His queen regarded him with half lidded eyes. Simba gave her a soft lick across her cheek, another across her scruff, and pulled her tail away with a hind paw.

Nala flicked her tail across his rump and sought to rise, but Simba pinned her to the ground with his muscular chest. She growled as she crashed upon her belly, yet her rump brushed against Simba's haunches invitingly.

"Didn't you just--"

Simba grabbed her scruff between his jaws and pressed hard enough. The lioness mewled and fell limp under him. "I have a fire within me, Nala. Ever since last night."

She growled at that. Not in pain, or distress. A mellow, pleading growl, one that hardened Simba with purpose.

"You wanted to know about my dream," he said, giving her an affectionate lick along her scruff. He shifted and lowered his hindquarters to her rump, then pressed his haunches tight against hers.

"I'll show you what my dream was about", Simba said, then rammed his rock hard cock through her soft lips and into her tight, shivering depths. Nala's eager muscles clamped down around him, seeking to milk the remaining seed out of him. Simba pulled out slowly and deliberately, drawing a soft moan from the lioness. He licked her nape one more time before he rested his chin against her.

"It involved this," Simba whispered in her ear, then thrust. His tip pierced through her swollen folds. Nala's tail stiffened, and her haunches shivered as Simba entered her sensitive depths. He pushed through layers of trembling muscles drenched in fluids of arousal. Simba's thick base followed. Nala yowled as his soft barbs caressed her flesh, and her breath became hard and sporadic as she sought to control her own climax. Fluids rushed past her sides, drenching Simba's sack and dribbling across her rump.

"And this," Simba added. He drew back, and plunged again with a wet squelch. Unlike her mouth, Nala's insides worked around his length with blissful deftness. She squeezed hard and fast, and every time he inserted his full length into her, Nala tore thin gashes across the soil with her claws.

"Some dreams come true," Simba said through a huff. His member throbbed and jerked within her confines, stimulating her past the point of no return. He felt her tug at his length, urging him deeper and deeper. The more he sank into her, the tighter she squeezed, the louder she growled.

"And when they do, they feel better than anything else." He licked at her ear, then grabbed her nape between his teeth to keep her steady as he began pounding her in the fast paced rhythm of a proper mating. Nala squirmed and mewled under him. Her tail jerked as another spurt of fertile juices fled her meaty folds. Simba sucked in a deep breath, trapping her fertile scent within his nostrils. It drove him crazy with lust. His muscles flared with exertion from the previous mating, yet the waves of overwhelming bliss washed away everything else.

Simba's grip tightened around Nala's nape when her flanks began to rock. Her muscles groped at his member with renewed vigor, and her growl became a pitch higher. She tried to wriggle her head around, but Simba pressed his chin tight against her to hold her still. Lionesses became unruly when a male's barbs stimulated them, and Nala was no exception. She sucked him in, inch by inch, only to squirm when Simba's barbed base brushed against her folds and sank inside her sensitive depths with a squelch.

Nala fell limp as her impending climax approached. Her insides loosened, allowing Simba to plunge in and out with abandon. Thick strings of combined fluids dangled from his cock for a brief moment before he rammed back into his queen.

Simba's own peak approached. His tail stood erect, and his limbs trembled. He picked up his thrusts, faster and faster, until his throbbing cock burned with the pressure of unspent seed. He sank inside Nala as deep as he could, pushing past her tightening walls and into her innermost sanctuary. His balls slapped hard against her folds with a wet squelch, sealing her exit. They stood like this for a moment, Nala growling at being fully filled and Simba holding her scruff between his jaws. He let go of it...

Then roared his bliss as he broke loose inside his queen. The stinging jets of seed splattered against Nala's hungry insides, stimulating her until her high pitched yowl mingled with Simba's roar. She clamped down around him, released when another spurt left Simba's engorged member, then clamped down again. Simba's breath stuck in his throat. She squeezed so hard, so fast! Each contraction urged another spurt out of his convulsing member, then another, until Simba dropped against his wife, utterly spent.

They remained like this, Nala sprawled under Simba, as they basked in their afterglow. Simba tapered off inside her, his member still oozing a thin spurt when her muscles contracted around his shrunken length. Her milking motion soothed him, and a soft growl of contentment rumbled within Simba's throat.

He pulled out when Nala's orgasm faltered. An onrush of fluids rushed from depths, coating her rump and slithering around her haunches like glistening serpents. Simba watched them for a moment while he recovered his breath. His tongue darted out to lick at the soft puncture marks left by his teeth across Nala's nape. She purred in gratitude, and rolled onto her back. There was a glimmer within her aquamarine eyes, a satisfaction that made Simba's heart swell. They pressed their muzzles together for a kiss before Simba removed himself from her and flopped onto his side, a few feet away from his queen.

She rolled onto the grass from side to side, kicking at the air and growling softly. Simba watched her display, mesmerized by her suave features and the strength beneath those rippling muscles. He smiled at her.

She truly was the most majestic of beings within his kingdom.

*

Kiara woke to Kovu's paw pressed against her face. She nibbled at it gently, pushed it away, and nuzzled her husband's thick, coal black mane. It smelled of pine needles, grass, and other suave scents that stirred Kiara's numb senses. She blinked back the haze from her eyes, pushed herself onto her feet, and gave Kovu a soft lick across his cheek. He stirred and shifted onto his other side, away from her touch.

Kiara wrapped a paw around his torso to pull him around, but he didn't budge. She let go of him, rounded him, and pressed her nose tight against his.

He snorted and swatted her neck with a paw.

Kiara growled and stepped away from the lazy male. Let him sleep. She would hunt for the both of them, patrol her kingdom's borders with her parents, take care of the rowdy baboon clan that disturbed the elephant herd, and chase the rogue leopard out of the pride's hunting lands. And she would do all of this before he even woke up!

She left their den at a steady gait. Her paws squelched against the bare rock, and her tail flicked from side to side as she raised her head and straightened her shoulders. A princess had to look strong and dignified. She projected the very words of her father as she checked each den in for the morning nuzzles.

All of the lionesses were asleep. They sprawled across the floor, forming a blanket of limbs and paws and tails. Kiara frowned at the sight. How improper, to sleep when the first rays of the sun pierced the horizon. She took a step forward, but her paw froze in midair. Why wake them? She could hunt without them, and prove them all how capable she was.

She left their den at a stride. Blood surged through her limbs, and her heart thumped with purpose. Only the royal den remained, and her parents probably slept, just like the rest of her lazy pride.

The den was empty.

Kiara's stomach sank at the ruffled bedding of hay and palm leaves, at the bare bones punctured by teeth marks. When did they eat and leave? No lion ever hunted before first light!

She stormed out of the den and clambered down Pride Rock, so fast she stumbled and tripped several times by the time her paws rested on wet grass. She shook her feet, growling at the slickness coating her pads. Kiara winced with each step she took through the dense foliage. Tall grasses brushed at her luxurious orange coat, thorns clung to her haunches and tail tip, and her paws grew heavy with mud. She growled in frustration at how wet and dirty everything was, and turned towards Pride Rock. Sleep until the sun dried the morning dew?

Kiara clenched her jaws and shook her head vigorously. Absolutely not! Her parents began their patrol without her--like always. This time, she would prove them wrong. Sarabi taught her everything there was to know about tracking, and Kovu helped her understand landmarks and their significance. Although her nose picked no scent trail, Kiara perked her ears and listened to the sounds of the morning.

Birds chirped within the canopies of distant trees, antelopes huffed and chuffed as they sought thick clumps of grass, and a group of meerkats called in the distance, too soft to be an alarm against a predator. With no sounds or scent to give away her parents, Kiara fixated upon the nearest landmark, a burnt ebony tree. One side led to the Zulu Falls, a waterfall with muddy banks and irritating spray, and the other to a gully shaped by the waters of a dying river.

Kiara turned right, towards the gully. No sign of it showed over the horizon. Only the endless plains of the savannah. Kiara rolled her eyes at the vast expanse sprawling ahead, and took a tentative step forward. What if it was the wrong choice?

She shrugged her shoulders and took a second step toward the gully, then a third. Even if she chose wrong, the scorch would harden the mud of the Zulu Falls, and its raging waters would be reduced to a trickle. So, everything worked to her advantage.

Except for the scorch. Kiara's stride lessened to a trot as the sun ascended in the sky, turning from a gentle orange to a fierce, bright whiteness. Her tongue lolled from the heat and her gaze drooped to the cracked soil beneath her paws. She crashed onto her haunches, then released a drawn-out sigh. The heat burned away her excitement, leaving nothing but a constant throb within her haunches and a soreness around her pads. She lifted her paw, shook off the dust, and flicked her tongue at her pads. It only made the soreness worse and filled her mouth with grime.

Kiara growled, spat it out and shook her head to get rid of the salty aftertaste. It still lingered upon her tongue. She broke into a dash, even though the heat stifled her breath and burned her back.

Lush trees sprouted ahead in two even columns split by a narrow gash into the ground. Kiara beamed at the sight of the gully, and renewed strength flared within her muscles.

It faded, just like her previous excitement at finding her parents when several miles of grasslands still stood between her and her destination.

"You didn't hunt, you failed to confront the baboons, and that pesky leopard still hunts the prey that rightfully belongs to the pride," she said to herself. The words stung, yet the fatigue creeping through her muscles stung worse.

She thought of Kovu and his peaceful slumber while she strolled through the open savannah, panting. Most lions didn't venture out during the noon for a reason. The glare of the sun reminded Kiara why.

At least the gully loomed in sight. Kiara used her last reserve of strength for a burst of speed into the narrow corridor rounded by steep banks littered with trees.

Shade never felt so good. The lioness purred at its soothing touch, and a smile appeared on her lips. She found it, and quite fast too. Other lionesses needed a whole day to reach landmarks. She made it during a single morning.

Her moment of glory dissipated when a distant grunt sounded in the distance. She perked her ears and lowered her body further into the gully. They increased in pitch and intensity with every step she took forward, until they turned into a lion's growl, a lionesses' yowl.

Kiara froze. She took a whiff to test the scents, but only the earthy tang of dirt and decaying moss filled her nostrils. She trudged closer to the source of the noise. Thumps added to the growls, followed by words.

"Which secret?" a deep, soothing voice asked.

A shiver of excitement crept through Kiara. Only one lion had such powerful voice. Her father.

She broke into a run, her gaze darting around for a lower portion of the bank, or a root that she could sink her claws into. There was nothing but jagged, furrowed mud, hardened to the density of a rock. Kiara hoisted herself onto her hind paws, reached the bank with her front paws, sank her claws into the soil for leverage, and pushed her head up.

Her parents! Father stood upon his back, his paws rocking with a steady motion as Mother licked at his belly. Kiara frowned at the sight. Nala never straddled Father, nor did she lick at him with such broad tongue strokes.

Then, she saw it. Her breath stuck in her throat as her vermilion eyes fixated on the throbbing, erect pole bobbing between Simba's haunches. Nala inched closer to it, until her tongue poked out to brush against that tight, shivering meat.

Kiara clenched her jaws to suppress a yelp as Father gasped. With each lick, her Father's growl deepened and his hindquarters rocked harder. Why did Mother lick him there? Why did he squirm so hard?

Kiara's mind whirled with question. She wanted to avert her gaze, to turn around, run back to Pride Rock, and pretend she never saw this.

Yet something held her in place. Her paws turned rigid, her tail fell limp, and, no matter how hard she blinked, she couldn't get her eyes off her parents. Their growls combined in the mellowest of patterns, and Nala's half lidded eyes looked so content as they bore into Simba's wide gaze. Her father's tail stiffened with each tongue stroke, and ripples ran through his tight muscles as his growl pierced through the gully.

Kiara swallowed hard. Her throat was parched, and warm tingles crept through her fur, turning her restless. She swayed her tail to the side, and winced when it brushed against her over sensitive slit. A muffled growl left Kiara as her twitching lips pushed out a glob of liquid arousal. She fell onto her fours, dropped onto her side, and reached towards her underbelly to lick away the slimy goo. It always fled her lips shortly after her fur began to tingle, and served no purpose but to make her feel filthy.

She closed her eyes, poked her tongue out to brush away the sweet nectar. Her touch made her slit twitch and shiver. Kiara moaned softly as a shudder of delight stiffened her frame. She took in a deep breath and licked herself clean. Once done, she exhaled and opened her eyes to find Kovu only a tail's length from her.

"Husband!" She half said, half gasped.

"My dear princess," his rich voice came.

Kiara pressed her haunches together and slapped her tail tight across her slit to cover herself, for all the good it did. A wide smile spread across her husband's face, and his emerald eyes glimmered with the same affection reserved for their private moments.

"This is..." Kiara trailed off as Simba's growls turned graver. "This is widely inappropriate."

"Is it? You found your parents, and curiosity urged you to stay." Kovu swished his tail and lowered his head to nibble at her hind paw.

Kiara kicked at his chin. He took the blow and licked at her paw. His rough barbs tickled, and she jerked her paw away from his mouth.

Games. How was he in the mood for games?!

"It's not curiosity!" Kiara retorted. She scrambled onto her feet. "I found them like this, and..."

She stood onto her hind paws to peer at her parents again. Nala wrapped her tongue around Simba's throbbing member. A moan burst from her father's throat. It reverberated within Kiara's chest, and her tingles returned as a spike of pleasure ran through her slit.

She dropped back and faced Kovu. "Let's leave. Whatever they're doing, I--"

"I can show you."

Kiara's eyes widened. Her heart thundered in her chest, and her limbs shivered with wicked excitement. "Show me? Show me what?" Her tail froze at the words. Was she actually encouraging him to go on with this nonsense?

"What they're doing. Why they're doing it," Kovu said. He padded closer to her while Kiara drew away from him.

"They're mating."

"Your eyes betray you, beloved princess," Kovu said. He licked his muzzle with that pink, fleshy tongue of his and tilted his head. His lavish mane rippled with his movement. It looked so silky, so glossy under the sun's harsh glare. "You don't know why Nala, a female, straddles a male, nor why he squirms under the strokes of her tongue."

"He likes it?" That was the only explanation, and yet, it contradicted everything Kiara learned about mating. The male had to thrust inside the female until...until...

The thought turned her cheeks beet red. Her slit contracted with pent up lust, and a string of slimy goo slid across her rump. Kiara flinched, but Kovu perked his head and flared his nostrils. His eyes fixated on her once again, and Kiara yelped when her tail touched the rough surface of the bank. She crouched, ready to bolt, when a thin growl urged her to look up.

When she shifted her head back, Kovu filled her vision. She tried to twist her neck away from him, but his tongue found her cheek. It was so warm, so rough yet soft enough to make her purr as Kovu slid his tongue across her cheek.

"He does like it," Kovu said as he nibbled on her ear. "And you will like it too, if you just allow me."

"I'm not sure I--" she dug her head into his chest and pushed hard enough to urge him several steps back, enough for her to take another peek at her parents. Nala crouched and trudged under Simba, towards his throbbing member. She licked at it once, then opened her mouth and took him in.

Kiara drew back with a gasp. Simba's feeble roar made her blood boil and her hindquarters shudder with lust. Her folds began to itch, and no matter how she rubbed her tail against her slit, it brought no relief.

Kiara gulped. "Show me," she said.

Kovu beamed at her words. He rested his chin onto her shoulders and pressed hard enough to encourage her to lie on her back. Once Kiara exposed her belly to him, Kovu rested at her side, his front paws placed onto her chest.

"Do you trust me, my love?" Kovu asked.

Kiara pushed her nose into his and licked at his mouth. "With all my heart."

Kovu rubbed his neck against hers and brushed it with long, soothing tongue strokes. "Because I have a proposition." Kovu stopped his ministration to look into her eyes. "Whatever they do above, we do here."

Kiara nodded, and Kovu kissed her one more time before his paws began kneading at her chest. He rubbed against her sore muscles, urging her to relax. Kiara took a deep breath, and let it out in a drawn-out sigh. Kovu smiled above her, and nuzzled her side as his paws slid further down her belly.

The gentle massage made Kiara purr in delight. Her paws turned still, and her tail stopped swishing. She focused entirely on the gentle caress of his soft pads brushing against her fur. Whenever Kiara tensed, he licked, then groped and caressed that area until her muscles loosened.

His rubs became more vigorous the closer his head inched towards her hindquarters. Kiara watched him through half opened eyes, and spread her haunches to allow him complete access over her belly. She trusted this lion with her life. Whatever he had in mind, it involved nothing but pleasure and a bit of tease.

Kiara wriggled her hindquarters when another spurt of slime slid from her slit. Kovu's paws shifted across her belly, lower and lower as his head approached her shuddering folds. Kiara squeezed her eyes shut.

And gasped when Kovu's tongue slid across her smooth lips. Unlike her touch, his had a fire to it, a caress that made her jaws clench as she clamped down upon the tip of his tongue. Kovu growled with lust. His tongue brushed against her slit a second time, slow enough for Kiara to feel every barb stimulating her sensitive flesh.

At the third stroke, Kovu slithered the tip of his tongue between her tight folds and into her slick, squeezing depths. Kiara's paws flexed, and claws left their sheaths as a wave of delight washed through her. Her mouth trembled with want, and she wriggled her hindquarters to get more of his tongue inside her.

Kovu complied. He pushed deeper, lapping at the juices coating her silky walls. Kiara wrapped her tail around his neck and released a soft growl. He pulled back at that, and slid in again before she could even breath.

Kiara yowled. His barbs nudged at her from every side, and his squirming tongue stimulated her beyond anything she ever felt. She tensed up as she felt a fire build within her lower belly, tight and demanding. With each breath she took, it grew in intensity, and each stroke of tongue against her inner muscles weakened her resolve to resist it.

Kiara squeezed her eyes shut. It came. That overwhelming sensation when her body turned numb and her lower belly exploded with sparks of pure bliss. She felt it peaking, and no matter how tight and fast she squeezed against Kovu's tongue, it still approached.

Kovu buried his tongue deep within her and pressed his nose tight against her slit. It was too much for Kiara. The barbs, the swaying motion, his nose rubbing at her sensitive folds.

She let herself go with a muffled roar. Pleasure surged through her, cutting her breath as it raced through her shivering frame. Her paws curled inwards, and her tail squeezed Kovu's neck as her walls convulsed around Kovu's tongue. She yelped as the first spurt left her twitching depths. It caught Kovu across his mouth, and he growled when a second came.

Kiara lost track of them. Her vision turned foggy, and her head whirled from the overwhelming pleasure slithering through her clenching tunnel. Each spurt consumed the fire within her loins, until Kiara panted. She blinked, hard and fast to clear her vision.

Kovu was drenched. Her juices coated his mouth and slithered down his jaw in thin strings. He slurped and licked them off as he stared at her with those piercing, emerald eyes.

Kiara couldn't hold his gaze. She slumped back onto the ground, breathing hard and fast. Never did she feel such great pleasure. Her limbs still twitched from it, and her muscles felt stiff, as if she ran the long distance back to Pride Rock without even stopping.

Simba roared above them, so harsh Kiara jerked to her feet. She rose onto her swaying hind legs and peeked past the bank. Her father drew back from Nala's seed filled mouth. The excess fluid splattered on the ground, and Nala didn't even finish cleaning herself before Simba pinned her underneath him and said, "I'll show you what my dream was about."

Then, he plunged inside her, so hard and fast Kiara yelped and dropped back onto her fours. Still light headed from her first climax, Kiara sprawled upon her back and brushed the tuft of her tail against Kovu's chin. He growled over her parents' muffled roar, straddled her and placed his front paws upon her belly. Kiara purred at the softness of his pads against her and craned her neck to lick Kovu on the nose.

He needed no second encouragement. He pushed his haunches tight against hers and lowered his hindquarters. Kiara only glimpsed a flash of red before Kovu slammed his length inside her.

Kiara growled in elation. Her tongue darted across her muzzle as she watched Kovu's stiff member pierce her vent. Every thrust produced a thin squelch, and each flared her lust more and more. She shot her head back to stare into Kovu's eyes. He huffed above her, his nostrils flared as he pumped her full of his tight flesh. Kiara craned her neck to lick at his cheek, and he nuzzled her neck in return. The grip of his paws around her chest picked up, and Kiara's head drooped as her strength faltered.

She breathed hard and fast in unison with Kovu's thrusts, timing her exhales with the onrush of pleasure brought by his smooth tip, followed by the rough barbs rounding the base of his penis. Each stroke pushed his shaft harder and deeper, allowing his flared barbs to dab and caress her shuddering insides. They stirred her like nothing else, and Kiara soon wriggled her paws as another budding climax built within her loins.

She watched Kovu's strained features looming above her, listened to her parents' muffled growls as Simba pounded Nala, harder than Kovu mated her. She could tell it from her thinner growls, from the way her breath cut, only to flare back to life with a thinner pitch. Kiara shot Kovu a glance, and her husband feigned a tired smile as his thrusts picked up in intensity.

Kiara unleashed a feeble roar at the renewed bliss surging through her nether depths. She squeezed, kneaded, and groped at Kovu's shaft whenever he penetrated her, yet he pulled out before she could milk his length. His paws also gripped harder at her chest, his claws poking out with each thrust to poke against her belly. Kiara didn't even feel their sting. Only overwhelming pleasure blossoming within her lower belly.

Kovu's member pierced her slick, trembling folds; it throbbed and pulsated inside her as a jet of pre burst from his tapered tip. Kiara growled as she felt its pleasurable sting against her nether depths, and Kovu whined above her. His head slouched, chin resting against her neck as his haunches squeezed tight against her. He teetered on the brink of his release. Kiara could tell it from his hot, quick breath upon her ear, from the stillness of his forepaws. They no longer massaged her as Kovu focused on one thing only: to mate her, as fast and hard as he could.

A spurt slipped through Kiara's slit as she faltered for a moment. Her squirming insides felt afire from Kovu's quick, terse thrusts, and she sucked in a deep breath to prepare herself for that one overwhelming moment during which insurmountable waves of pleasure drowned all of her other senses.

It built within her trembling loins, little by little. Kiara twitched her paws against it and slapped her tail against Kovu's hindquarters. Each squelching sound, each caress against her belly, each plunge of that tightness inside her vent brought her closer to her peak, until Kiara could no longer hold it back.

She gave in to the all consuming pleasure with a thin, feeble roar. Fluids rushed past her folds, drenching Kovu's member with fertile arousal. She caught his shaft when he buried it deep inside her, and clamped down upon it, so hard Kovu roared and convulsed within her grip. Thin strands of seed burst from his throbbing cock, splashing against Kiara's needy muscles. Her climax attained a new peak, and Kiara roared her bliss.

Simba's roar sounded at the same time, so loud and harsh Kiara's chest rumbled with it. The image of her father sinking his entire length within her mother sent Kiara over the edge. She grabbed Kovu's mane between her teeth and bit. She bit as hard as she could against the surge of elation washing through her.

Each spurt from Kovu prolonged her climax, and her muscles squeezed and caressed at his member to drain him dry. Kiara's own fluids gushed out in delayed spurts, slithering past her stretched out lips to pool onto her tail hole.

She waited for Kovu to taper off inside her. His member still throbbed faintly, and a squeeze of her muscles still urged a thin spurt from his shrunken tip. Kiara milked it all. She wanted to be filled; completely filled, and Kovu granted her that wish. Her pussy overflowed with fluids that cascaded onto her rump when Kovu pulled out of her.

"How was it?" Kovu whispered faintly into her ear.

"Agreeable," she huffed. She swiped at paw at his mane, and her husband let out a thin growl. "What other lessons do you have to teach?"

"I'll tell you at the right time."

She craned her neck and wrapped her jaws around his chin. Kovu whined and shook his head out of her feeble grip. "I thought there would be kisses."

"Not when you tease me."

She pressed her mouth tight against his and poked her tongue out to lick at Kovu. His own tongue joined in to dance around hers. The two lions giggled as they shared a passionate kiss. If only it lasted longer!

Kovu fell onto his side, one eye fixed on Kiara. She rested her chin upon his fluffy mane and pressed her chest tighter against his. Whatever lessons he had to share, they could wait. After two orgasms, all Kiara had strength for was wrap her paws tight around her husband and cuddle.