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The Lion King - ...A Pride, All Our Own

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by Mirri

A great white cloud in the shape of a lion passed slowly across the large, grassy plains south of Pride Rock.

"Ever noticed how big Simba is?" Nala looked up at the sky thoughtfully, slumped lazily as she were on her back.

"What do you mean?" Sarabi chuckled lightly and continued grooming.

Nala lifted her head and looked down between her spread hindlegs where Sarabi was licking.

"I mean he's hung like a rhino. Even when he just walks around casually his tip is still peeking out of his sheath. And when he sits down, even more comes out."

Sarabi chuckled, "Mufasa did that too."

She let her tongue dance lightly across the moist and scented fur of Nala. Both of them thoroughly enjoyed these quiet, relaxing sessions they had once in a while.

"Is he bigger than Mufasa?"

Sarabi thought for a moment, applying her paw to rub Nala's wet little spot. The lioness tensed up a little as a single claw parted her folds and slipped inside.

"You know, I'm not sure.. I'd have to check again."

Nala leaned back and saw a familiar shadow approach from the north, upside-down since she was on her back and all.

"Speak of the devil.." the lioness' lips curled up in a wide grin.

Sarabi looked up and smiled to herself before scooting up next to the other lioness to pretend they were just relaxing side by side in the grass and gazing at the clouds.

The looming form moved closer, speeding up a little when it noticed the pair lying there next to a small crowd of trees on the savanna.

"How're my two girls today?" Simba's voice boomed cheerfully and he sat down in front of the lionesses, making both of them giggle at the sight. Nala had been right, he did hang out whenever he was sitting.

"Doing well." Nala grinned and stepped up to her mate. She leaned up and kissed Simba deeply, framing his muzzle with both of her forepaws and holding it there while her tongue explored the back of his fangs.

Just as they had planned in whispers before his arrival, Sarabi swiftly snuck in underneath her and closed her muzzle around Simba's peeking cocktip. The big lion blinked in mid-kiss and tried to move, but Nala's paws kept him locked in place so he could not look away.

After the initial surprise, Simba seemed to relax again and he closed his eyes once more. Not one to refuse a good blowjob, he simply put his right forepaw down on Sarabi's head as he continued to make out with his Queen.

The older lioness did not waste her time and she was soon bobbing her head while sucking off the King, a motion that made Simba groan out in cute, muffled ways into Nala's muzzle. Either Sarabi was really going at it, or the King was particularly easy to please today.

It soon got to the point where his warm huffs of air were too ticklish for Nala to endure anymore and she pulled away laughing so he could just moan out freely.

The lioness moved back a little so they could both look down and watch the skillful Sarabi work her magic, practically impaling her muzzle on the long, stiff lionmeat again and again without the slightest pause.

"How is she?" Nala grinned and noticed the involuntary twitches of joy that the lion's hindquarters made.

Simba rolled his eyes back in his head and purred. "Wonderful.. her tongue is so rough."

Nala moved away and then turned around so she could back up to Simba again. She had two legs on either side of the lioness lying just below her, and Nala's tail was now high in the air to expose her moist little pinkness beneath it.

"How about you put your own tongue to good use?" she invited and stepped closer.

Simba hardly needed any more encouragement than that, and as soon as she was within range he moved his muzzle up behind her and started lapping away at her pussy. He was surprised at how wet she was already and a grin crept across his face when he tasted a bit of Sarabi's saliva around Nala's soft fur. So that's what the two lionesses had been doing out here all alone.

Making sure he would not disappoint, Simba stuck his tongue up his mate's loins and started eagerly eating her out. Nala moaned out in response and bowed her head down, her hindlegs standing out stiff behind her while the pleasurable sensations of rough feline tongue against her most sensitive flesh jolted up through her entire body.

"More, mommy." Simba moaned in between licks. He had had certain objections against being naughty with Sarabi when he first took upon him the responsibility of Lion King, but she *was* the most experienced lioness in the pride and he learned something new every time he was with her.

Sarabi sucked her cheeks together around him, her muzzle bulging out and extending her jaw at having to continually swallow the large size of her son. She did not think too much of their blood bond, when you are this deeply engulfed in passion it is hard to concentrate on anything else. Sarabi just sucked him off like she would any other lion, purring and enjoying the smooth shaft in her mouth and especially the way it twitched and released tasty precum onto the back of her tongue when she squeezed it.

His paw kneaded the back of her head needfully as the big male was getting closer and closer. This afternoon had already turned out better than he had planned. His laps of pure desire between his mate's hindlegs became more ragged and irregular with the gasping huffs of the lion, and he had not noticed how one of Nala's forepaws had slipped down behind Sarabi and was using a single toe to pump her pussy with much the same rhythm as she was working over the King.

Sarabi could not conceal her vocalization entirely and as a consequence began to drool a bit of the King's preseed down her chin. Fortunately for her, Simba was the first to give in. He pulled his muzzle out underneath Nala's tail and cried out with a roar, sending droplets of her juices flying with the rough yank backwards. He blew his load into Sarabi's muzzle with powerful contractions of his spine, each one delivering a mouthful of his thick seed to his mom's awaiting maw. His claws clenched up a little behind her head at the first spurts, but he relaxed it again quickly. Contrary to most other lionesses, he did not try to keep her down with his paw, he knew she was going to keep swallowing till he was all done.

Leaving Nala without that squirming tongue trying to squeeze itself into her tight little sex, the lioness focused her attentions on Sarabi. Her paw pumped the older lioness fast, playfully trying to distract her from her task of keeping up with the Lion King's solid flow.

However, Sarabi was a seasoned lioness and despite Nala's attempts to foil her plans, she drank down all the liquid pleasure of the male, losing not a drop of his potent lionseed.

Simba's paw let her pull off and escape once he started to ebb away, and eventually he flomped back in the grass, panting heavily.

Nala conceded and moved her paw away as the older liongirl scooted backwards out between her forelegs and sat up right in front of the Queen, licking her lips clean with a grin. Not a drop on her, she truly was a master.

"Well..?" Nala could not help but return the grin, her ears flicking with anticipation.

"Not quite as big yet, but he will be one day soon." Sarabi smirked and winked.

Their small conversation was quickly interrupted, however, by two large forelegs that suddenly grabbed around Nala's midsection. Simba purrrrrred in a deep bass behind his mate and stepped up over her, trying to put his weight down on her back so he could get her into a crouch. Looked like the King was not quite done yet.

Sarabi caught a glimpse of her son's thick red lioncock that dangled stiffly between his hindlegs just before it disappeared out of sight behind Nala's rump. It seemed as if her services just a moment ago had managed only to put the lion in the mood, not finish him off.

"Say please." The Queen teased the mounting lion who was making his way onto her back.

"Quiet, female." The King smirked and pushed her down on her belly, settling his rear right behind hers and taking a good grip on her neckscruff with his teeth.

Nala's grin froze and melted into a groan when her mate slipped his member into her already dripping cunny and broke right off into a wild series of thrusts at full speed. The larger male bit down on the female's neck and growled with delight as he felt her slick folds squeeze and constrict his thick shaft. He knew no greater pleasure than to feel the warm, slippery insides of a female all around his shaft.

Nala felt the fire of lust in her loins blaze into full flare again at the forceful humping motions she was getting in her rear, causing the lioness to beg for more in whines and moans.

"Mmmm.. I love my lionesses when they're horny." the male growled over Nala's neck, but when he spoke he looked up and winked at Sarabi sitting next to the pair.

The older lioness seemed to take the hint and circled around the two, leaving Simba to pant in anxious anticipation for what she had in store. He was not disappointed either. His tail was lifted aside and the lion felt the first feline kiss to his balls, Sarabi's tongue dragging over the velvet fur there. She curled her tongue around them and lifted them up on it as if to weigh them.

Simba fell down further onto his mate's back, growling and panting with desperation as he continued to pound the lioness underneath him, spurred on instinctively by her shameless cries of pleasure. It sounded as if she had an orgasm with every single jab he made into her contracting pussy and with his barbs scraping her insides each time, that's pretty much the effect it had on her.

"I'm not gonna.. last long." his ragged, panting breath confessed from behind her, the mass of lion relentlessly rutting his mate.

"Me.. neither.. ooh.. OOH!" Nala whined and gave into her first climax with a cry.

Sarabi ran her claws down through Simba's rumpfur and kneaded it while getting his dangling balls all wet. With the rapid thrusts he continued to slap his sac against his mom's muzzle and eager tongue.

Despite his mate squirming and yowling beneath him, Simba took a while longer to finish. He kept his hindlegs clamped down around her rear to make sure she stayed in place and he also leaned his weight down on her back, snarling for her to keep put till he was done with her.

The lion could resist only for so long before he too joined the caterwauling choir and let his love be known for the lioness beneath him just as he started to drain his balls into her sex.

Sarabi snaked her tongue around the great Lion King's sac and slipped it into her muzzle to hold it there and feel every single twitch of her son's large orbs whenever they spilled another load into his Queen. This also prolonged the lion's own peak quite a bit and he felt the strangest dull sort of tingling between his hindlegs as his seedmakers were coerced and enticed into continue giving out his essence much longer that they had intended.

Eventually Simba pulled off and out of Nala with a satisfied rumble and just sort of fell down on his side next to her, panting. Sarabi stepped up and flopped down between and on top of the two of them. It was difficult to figure each which legs belonged to which lion at this point, so the entire pile simply snuggled up and purr-grinned while grooming whatever they could reach of each other.

Needless to say, the happy, exhausted bunch fell asleep on top of and underneath each other and slept away about an hour of the afternoon. The sun moved slowly across the sky on the lazy leonines below in the meantime.

After the catnap, Nala was the first to yawn and carefully untangle herself from the other two so she would not disturb them. She got up and streeeeeeetched her body in all directions, yawning in between each exercise. Eventually she just sat down and licked her muzzle a few times, scanning the plains for any signs of movement.

Glancing down at the other two napping lions she grinned to herself and started walking back towards Pride Rock. They would awaken soon enough.

Once the Queen was out of hearing range, however, both Simba and Sarabi opened their eyes to stare right at each other. They both broke into giggles and looked up to make sure Nala was gone, both had merely pretended to be asleep.

Simba rolled down in the grass again, ending up on his back and grinned up at the sky, which was soon covered by the dark silhouette of Sarabi standing over him with both forelegs on his shoulders, looking right down in his face.

"Sooo.. what can I do for you?" Simba mrowled and ran a paw down his mom's side suggestively.

"The same mating." Her eyes gleamed with mischief, she definitely still had the vigor of her former days and Simba could not help but smirk at her enthusiasm.

"Alright, but you should get me ready first." His paw snuck up to the back of her head and started pushing her down over his form.

"Of course." The lioness grinned and ducked her head down between the male's hindlegs for another round.

"Mmmm.. I love getting muzzled." Simba closed his eyes and leaned back in preparation.

"I know, sweetie." She planted a few kisses on his firm sheath and nuzzled it, getting his strong scent on her before pulling it down with a paw so she could slip him inside her muzzle again.

He twitched at the first wet touch of lips to his bared member and purred in deep appreciation as the warm muzzle engulfed him fully. He kept his paw down on her head even though he was certain she knew what she was doing, the male just liked to maintain a sense of control.

"Ooooh.. I could just lie here all day." Simba quickly grew hard under the lioness' expert ministrations. He glanced down under his paw at the female, who looked right back up with curious eyes while her head bobbed up and down over his groin, revealing the thick red pole that she was sucking on every time she pulled up. It did not take her long to slather his maleness with her saliva to get it all slippery and hard, and despite Simba's desire to watch the beautiful lioness suck his seed down one more time, he did allow her to pull back off him. He had promised her a mating, after all.

Sarabi padded up and walked right over the male's muzzle, lifting her tail and spreading her aroused scent around his nose just to make absolutely certain there would be no doubt about what the lioness wanted. Her pass ended with her lying down on her belly in the grass with her rump towards him and her tail aside. She was as ready as they come.

Simba rolled onto his belly and got up much more slowly with a calmer air than the female's aroused beckoning. He walked over to her while she watched him over her shoulder with an alluring expression on her face, and he made sure that she saw his massive lioncock dangle heavily between his hindlegs and drip a trail of her saliva behind him with each stride he took.

"Can I call you Muffy while you fuck me?" she purred sweetly.

Simba froze in mid-stride and blinked, taken quite by surprise at the question. It only took a second before his features softened into a chuckle and he proceeded to get himself into position on top of her.

"Sure. As long as you moan about how big I am." Simba gave a playful mrowl and dragged his wet cock across her hindquarters before settling it behind her. He pulled in his abdominal muscles to aim it upwards and then mounted the lioness fully.

"Deal." Sarabi giggled and tensed up when she felt her lionlover slowly push into her tight little place. His lush, red mane brushed over her back and made her shiver.

"Beg me to start." Simba grinned through his teeth and bit into Sarabi's neckfur, teasing her by giving off the sensation that he was mating her by having mounted and grabbed onto her, but he was still not moving at all.

"Mmmm.. your little lovekitten is ready for you to ride now." the lioness purred seductively. The leonine almost gasped in arousal and the seductive lure of the female certainly worked like a charm for his hindquarters.

"You sure you don't want it in your tailhole?" Simba offered as he thrusted vigorously, getting Sarabi's own saliva inside her pussy even if she was already aroused enough to supply her own scented lubrication.

"Uuuuh!.. mmm.. you know I'd easier take a rhino in my tail than you."

Simba's lips curled up in a wicked grin, "That's what I like to hear."

Sarabi's body shook with the rough ramming she took from behind, her son was positively eager to get into his role and he certainly had the equipment for it too.

"More, Muffy.." the lioness moaned, closing her eyes and letting the two lions in her mind meld together into one passionate lover that was currently on top of her.

Simba had watched the two of them in action and remembered from his cubhood some of the positions he had seen, so he tried to fuel Sarabi's fantasy a little more by leaning down to her ear.

"Ooh.. after I'm done with you, I want you to turn around on your back.. mm.. and bury your head in my thick mane while I take you again." Simba growled lowly, his thrusts growing more severe and fevered. His sessions with this lioness always ended up being so extreme.

Sarabi blacked out for a brief moment, her busy mind overshadowed by lust. "Oooh.. Muffy, yes.."

"And then *maybe*.. if you're really good.. I'll let you suck another load from my balls with that pretty muzzle of yours." Simba bared his teeth and clamped them down around the female's neck, making her quiver and moan in submission.

It was not long before the first sharp cry of ecstasy could be heard all the way back to Pride Rock...