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The Lion King - The Pleasures Of Ruling A Kingdom

Simba's Sleepless Night

by Mirri & Radix

It was a dark and star-filled night. The adolescent Simba stirred in his sleep and opened a single, lazy eye to stare at the grass- blue-green in color under the silvery light of the Moon and stars. He grunted to himself. It was going to be yet another one of those nights.

His hormone-riddled young body was acting up again and he felt that uncomfortable lump press against his belly, which was surely what had awakened him in the middle of the night. It was times such as these that he valued the privacy of having his own clearing to sleep in, separate from Timon and Pumbaa.

The young lionboy rolled over on his back and spread his hindlegs wide to free the lump. A small rush of excitement came over him when the gentle breeze tickled his warm sheathfur and the pent-up sensation in his balls eased up for just a moment of relief before returning again. Simply sleeping on his back would not do the trick this time either. He sighed softly and closed his eyes again, still finding himself in that half-awake state between dream and reality.

His paw slid smoothly down his belly, fluffing up what little red manefur he had on his chest now, and the lionboy gave a soft sigh of satisfaction as one pawtoe after another closed around his engorged sheath. He had to get himself off if he was to have any peaceful sleep tonight, that much was certain. Slowly he moved his paw up and down, gripping a little tighter and feeling the warmth spread in his loins.

The fantasies had already started spinning a story in his head. It would be Nala tonight. Mmmm yes... he remembered her face clearly, even after so many seasons living alone out here. He imagined her as young as him, slightly smaller than himself now. She was so cute.. sooo lovely. She was winking at him, in that way he remembered she used to. It seemed playful and innocent at the time, but to the teenlion now it was inviting.. sexual.. wild... alluring.

His paw sped up a bit and the rest of the scene came into view in his mind. There she was, winking over her shoulder at him, her tail in the air.. no, wait.. her tail held up by the paw of another. Exposing her to him. Mmmm yeah.

"Have you ever seen a rump so cute before?" His father's voice rumbled in a half-whisper in his ear. He could feel the presence of the large King sitting just behind him. The sudden realization startled him for a second, but then felt comforting, familiar.

The paw that held up Nala's tail. It belonged to... mmm.. who did it belong to..? Sarabi! Yes. Sarabi was holding up her tail, also smiling over at him. The older lioness was on her back, hindlegs spread and Nala standing over her between them. Crouched a bit too. Both their pussies gleaming with fluid.

A twitch surged through the teenlion's body. This was good stuff. He was getting that hot sensation in his balls already and had to bite his lower lip a bit. Yeah, both their pussies were gleaming because they had just been rubbing them together. Slow at first, then faster and faster, both of them moaning until Sarabi spotted Simba and his father sneaking up on them from the bushes. Now she had reached behind the young lioness whom she was teaching a lesson in the intricacies of lionesses sharing each other's pleasure in the absence of males. But now that the males were here, she lifted up the young girl's tail in invitation.

Mufasa's deep voice rumbled with encouragement behind him and he felt a nudge on his neck that made him stumble forward a few steps. "Go on.. go fuck your sister."

Sarabi grinned toothily at her mate's command to their son and she held Nala's chest down against hers with one foreleg wrapped around her, the other one holding up the juvenile female's tail. Nala was grinning too. She had not even had her first heat yet, and already she was learning grownup games.

Simba stepped forward, his father following close behind, "Need a little help, son?"

Simba froze in mid-step, half-squatting, his eyes snapping wide open and then closing half-way as a smug smile spread on his face. He felt a large, soft paw between his hindlegs, groping his balls, feeling around them. One of the young male's paws had found its way down there also. He was grunting softly, pawing himself and groping his balls with the other paw now, in friendly competition with the bigger paw.

"Oh you like that, do you?" Mufasa chuckled behind him and he felt a nip of teeth on his rump, making him raise up his tail. The big paw grabbed him tighter, kneading a bit and then sliding forward to grab his sheath too, stroking it in plain view of the two girls as Simba's own paws retreated.

Nala giggled and blushed a little around her pretty red cheeks when she saw Simba grow hard and big from his father's fondling paw. The young lionboy squinted his eyes and enjoyed the sensations, and the sight of the two willing females in front of him.

Simba's psyche lent his vision raunchiness beyond the young age he was in his head. The boy lifted his chin and murred, thrusting gently against his father's massive paw. His cubcock slid back and forth in that soft fur, dripping precum every time it pushed out. Simba's eyes watched the girls, and he pulled himself up, showing off for them. The young male flexed a little, displaying his lean build and the way his cock was slipping in and out between the golden pawtoes. As if reading his mind Mufasa reached down and put his other paw on his son's chest, lifting his front quarters off the ground.

"Go ahead and thrust, son. Show the girls what they're in for with their Prince."

Simba licked his lips and began bucking while balancing on his hindlegs, displaying his latent talents as his balls slapped his father's paw. The feeling of his barbs pulling on Mufasa's pawpad was so good!

"Cubs like this just need some encouragement, eh Sarabi?" Mufasa remarked. Sarabi was already so aroused watching the display before her that her voice shook.

"I-I don't think a little encouragement hurts ANY lion."

"Oh no?" Mufasa let Simba -now panting and closer to cumming that he would like to admit- down, saying, "One moment, son. I have to 'encourage' your mother. Feel free to watch."

With that the big lion lay down on his side and lifted his leg. His massive endowments were shown to Sarabi and Nala, both of whom stared as the great lion reached down to stroke himself. Simba watched with admiration of the size of his father's dick. Eying his father's balls as they rolled back and forth against the muscular leg.

"Does that encourage you, dear?"

"Oh gods yes, Muffy... ohh paw yourself off in front of the cubs." She licked her lips, taking a sidelong glance at Nala, who was transfixed by the sight in front of her. "Mmm, show them what their queen gets fucked with."

Mufasa grinned and opened his legs more. "Simba come here."

Simba did, stepping up a little closer in front of his father, mindful of those big swinging balls.

"Did you know that your mother wakes me up every morning by putting this in her muzzle?" The whole family collectively blushed at the images in their heads after the King's words were still ringing in the air.

"Lick my cock a little, Simba. Just a taste."

Simba barely hesitated. He loved and trusted his father, and was more than eager to join in the games of adults. Ducking his head, the young boy ran his tongue up and down his father's shaft. He could hear Sarabi gasp.

"Mmmmm, did you like that, dear?"

"Oh yes..."

"Who wants to see their son licking my cock?" Mufasa teased her.

"Oh me! I do... I do!" Sarabi could not take it any more, and pushed the young Nala's rump down, grinding her squishy pussy against the cub's. Nala groaned and her eyes slit at the powerful sensations. Her startled wriggling only made it feel even better for both of them.

Simba just stared, beginning to jerk his own cock with the taste of his father's shaft still in his mouth. He had not even noticed that his own paw had moved, but the mesmerizing sight of the two females made him so horny.

"And THAT, son, is how you encourage females." Mufasa purred, sitting up a little.

Simba grinned broadly and took a few steps back, turning his attention to the two females again. Sarabi was somewhat reluctant to stop the wet grinding, but she eventually did so the young boy could make his move. He got behind them and lifted up a foreleg, about to mount the younger lioness on top when Mufasa's voice halted him in his tracks.

"Ah-ah. What've I told you? First, you give the girl a kiss."

That paw held up Nala's tail again and she gave a surprised *meep* when she felt a wet tongue cross her slit. And then again, and again, each time making her hindlegs quiver. Simba grabbed one of her haunches with a paw and kept his muzzle dug in underneath her tail, slurping and lapping away at her wonderfully small, tight teenpussy all he could. Each taste drove him further and made him hungrier.

Mufasa gave an approving rumble and slowly got onto his feet again, moving behind the three of them.

"That's good, son. Get her nice and ready. Make sure she's really wet so you can slam your whole cock into her in one go. The females clench so good when you do that."

Simba kept himself busy for quite a while, just eating the delicious juices of the panting young female until he suddenly felt another nudge from behind, pushing him forward. Taking the hint, he mounted Nala quickly, climbing on top of her and pushing her down. He could not help but shiver at the sensation of her soft, downy backfur tickling him all the way down his underside as he fit his belly perfectly into the curve of her back. A lick between her ears showed that he was in position, all four paws right next to hers on either side of Sarabi just as she felt a poke against her rumpfur.

The two young lovers giggled and Simba kept prodding carefully, trying to feel his way. An impatient golden paw grabbed his teencock from behind and helped guide him towards the right spot. He remembered something Mufasa had told him just earlier, and the boy bit Nala's ear roughly to distract her just as he slammed his hips forward and buried every inch of his thick liondick in the sweetest little pussy he had ever felt.

"That's it, do you feel your Prince now?" The King smugly commented from behind.

A shiver went through the lionboy, a cry went through her, and Mufasa put a big paw on his son's rump, pushing both of them forward and sliding Nala up along the older lioness' belly until they were face to face.

They heard another surprised sound coming from Sarabi and Simba could feel him and his sister being pushed down by the bulk of the King on top. Mufasa had gotten behind the pair, and their smaller sizes made it possible for him to push them up till their heads were at Sarabi's level, and it left him enough room to mount his Queen just behind the two younglings. His belly and chest rested on Simba's back, and his eager thrusts from behind that made Sarabi mewl out, were transferred to Simba's own back and rump, and they dictated the speed with which he himself ended up fucking Nala's tight pussy.

"How's that, hrrrm? Enjoying the young Prince?" His question seemed directed to either of the two girls as the King thrust his massive form back and forth, pounding his mate's clenching cunny while rubbing himself against his son and daughter, both of them fucking like panting wildcats under him. It was fun for the whole family.

Nala's claws scratched the ground and she felt the thick, barbed member slide in and out of her sensitive young sex. "Y-Yes! Oh gods, he's so hung!"

Clearly words Mufasa had taught her to say. Simba had heard Sarabi yell that out too sometimes, and he could not help but feel the same warm surge of pride running through him as Mufasa felt when he heard that too. He gave an extra hard thrust the next several times, just to accentuate his size to the female. There was no doubt he was his father's son.

"MMm, bigger than me, little pretty Princess?" Mufasa teased Nala and made her growl and hiss while she was getting humped, mostly by bumping himself against Simba's rear and forcing him balls deep in what was essentially still a girlcub. She had not had her first heat yet, hence was still considered a cub in the eyes of everyone. Especially those of the King.

"A-Almost!" She groaned loudly. Simba was speeding up at all the praise and kept slapping his balls between her hindlegs.

Mufasa chuckled, knowing she gave his son too much credit, but still... that thing felt bigger in his paw than he remembered. The big golden paw from above commanded its subjects yet again. This time it pushed down on Simba's head, which was pressing against Nala's neck. Sensing the wordless command, Simba bit into the female's neckscruff and pushed her head down farther.

Nala's head went down and she opened her eyes in a blink just in time to feel her lips press against those of Sarabi. The older lioness embraced the kiss, pushing her tongue into Nala's muzzle and pulling that tongue over into her own muzzle so she could suckle on it in-between the heated moans. Locked together like this, Nala could really feel Sarabi's body bounce up and down underneath her from the rough, powerful thrusting she was taking from behind. It made her both scared and excited at the same time to imagine herself getting rutted that hard. She felt the thrusts from the Prince herself and quickly gave into the desire to kiss and wrestle tongues with the other lioness, both of them moaning muffled into each other's muzzles while they were being fucked by the virile males.

Simba let go of the neckscruff and stared in slight shock at the two females making out right in front of him. Before he could say anything, a golden paw slid along his jaw from his throat to his chin, gripping his fuzzy muzzletip there and turning his head back around as far as it would go, until he was looking directly up into his father's grinning face.

Locks of lush red manefur hung down Mufasa's face, matted slightly with the sweat of the panting, thrusting Lion King. "Tell me how it feels to fuck your sister's innocent little pussy, son."

A warm nose brushed over Simba's cheek from above and before he could answer, a set of black, rubbery lips were pressed hard against his own, the young male moaning in the kiss and staring straight into his father's face with wide eyes. The older lion just smiled back, his tongue slipping back and forth in the young boy's muzzle until Simba finally caught on and started suckling on it like he had seen Sarabi do just now. He was met with a pleased rumble from above that vibrated all four of them pleasantly as the humping continued ceaselessly.

Mufasa increased the pace of the passion, his relentless ramming motions dictating the movements of everyone else. He parted his muzzle from the Prince's and licked the saliva around his lips. The King was certainly not shy to show his affection for his own son, or any other of his loyal leonine subjects. Although his displays of affection usually took the form of sticking his cock into them somewhere.

Simba was left panting much faster than before, he was not sure if it was from the heat of their four grinding bodies, or from sharing his breath with his father's for those moments. As if that was not enough, the large paw that had held his jaw and forced it around, was now sliding down his side slowly. The claws were out, scritching furrows in his own golden fur and it made him purr with delight to feel those sharp, ebony talons tickle his skin all the way down to his rump. The paw moved behind him, finding its way quickly under his tail and he felt only a slight warning brush across his tailhole for one thrust before the next time he pulled back to scratch his barbs along Nala's pussytunnel, he impaled himself on one of Mufasa's thick pawtoes. He was so surprised he forgot to squeal like a cub when the rest of the paw grabbed his rump near the tailbase to hang on and follow him so the pawtoe could be kept lodged inside him while he was humping.

"Oooh.. oh gods.. I'm gonna cum, daddy...!" Was all he could think of saying, the wiggling pawtoe in his ass causing him so much indescribable pleasure that he could barely fathom it.

"Hold on, son... hold it back as long as you can." Mufasa rumbled from above. To little avail, as well he knew, because his paw in Simba's tail was meant exactly to speed up the process, and maybe to test the stamina and resolve of his son.

Either way, Simba had to close his eyes and try to think of something else so he could prolong the thrusts. But trapped between three other lions, his cock buried in the cutest one of them, and with the pawtoe massaging his rump on the inside, there was little he could do to concentrate.

Simba groaned, his tail lifting up high and clenching around the invading pawtoe. His teeth grit together and it was only when Nala squealed into his mother's mouth that he realized he had her nape between his teeth.

He bit down hard anyway.

"What's it like?" The repeated whisper of his father reminded him of his previous question, but at this point the Prince's legs felt like water, and he was afraid he was going to fall over at any moment, even if in his mind he refused to cum until he had fulfilled his father's wishes. Resolutely the young male kept going even as his father began turning his pawtoe in that snug tailpucker.

"Oohhhh... fuck, dad. She feels so good! I love my sister's tight little pussy." Simba blushed, the knowledge that not only Nala, but his mother too could hear his every word. His words became a blur, the lion male spewing his thoughts unthinkingly as if they would give him permission to cum.

"Gods dad, I love fucking her so much. I love feeling your back against me while I do it! Nala's such a tight, soft, hot, fucking... hot.... lioness.... cunt!" Simba moaned and snapped up his head, only to find it buried in his father's soft mane. He whimpered like a female, nuzzling into it as his father gave him a rough paw thrust from behind, mixing a bit of pain with the pleasure to stave off the inevitable flood.

"GrrrrRRRrr!! I love fucking her hard! I love slamming my dick into her so she clenches around me just like you said! I like tearing my barbs in and out of her while... while your paw is... is... in my ass!! Ohhhhhh, GROWL!" The young Prince did just as he said. Slamming his hips in and out of his sister's already sore-red cunny hard and fast, making her clench around him until his orgasm exploded in flashes of bright light that blocked out all but the urge to tremble while pure pleasure surged through his body.

Mufasa could feel the exact moment his son began filling his daughter when that tailhole clenched so tight his paw was pushed back out. The King grinned and cupped Simba's balls instead, feeling them bounce and jerk as the Prince bent over Nala, emptying himself into her.

"That's good, son," Mufasa rumbled. "Fill that Pussy up. Make her drip onto your mommy's belly."

Simba moaned out loud in the presence of his family, already feeling his cum streaming from his sister's unprepared pussy and over his legs and balls. Onto his mother. He could feel his father thrust harder to catch up now, making him slide back and forth against Nala. A new layer of moans joined into his mother's wails of pleasure when she started to feel her own son's cum coating her teats and pooling on her belly. Just for her he gave Nala one last hard thrust to the hilt, making his somewhat pressurized cum splash out of her in a little, white, gooey burst that painted his mother between her hindlegs.

* * * * * * *

Simba growled and opened his eyes to darkness. For a moment he felt disoriented as if he had passed out in the middle of the act and woken up again later, but as the stars came into focus above him through the trees he remembered where he was. The lion could barely see in the dark, but he could certainly feel his thick cock in his paw, still spurting gobs of his seed all over his paw. He shifted a little and felt the cool wetness of the pool of spooge on his stomach as it started running down his chest and through the red manefluff there.

"Worth it," he thought to himself, nestling back against the ground and cupping his own balls softly with his paw. What a lioness Nala must be now.

Simba bit his lip gently. He was a mess, and there was nothing harder than cleaning cum from a mane, but.. once again closing his eyes, Simba felt the urge to stroke his cock. His mother's moans of pleasure echoed in his ears as if from a distance.

"Gods, Simba!" Nala's voice. He grinned at his imagination. "I look like a fucking zebra came on my ass!!"

With his eyes closed again, the motions of his own paw resumed. She really did look like that, in his mind.

The boy licked his lips, returning to his fantasy and desperately trying to think it all through again before it would evaporate in his mind and become unreal. He found his stride again, a good rhythm in his paw, and he pretended to watch Nala's head move with that speed...

* * * * * * *

A large paw grabbed Nala's small head, squeezing her ears together while Mufasa rumbled loudly. The sitting Lion King looked down between his thighs, seeing the cream-colored head bounce up and down on his cock, trying to get him aroused enough to drown the little cubgirl in all his seed.

"MMmrrrr... damn, your sister gives good head." Mufasa purrrumbled in a deep, bass voice. He looked over at Simba, smiling a somewhat glazed-eyed smile over at him, that wonderfully tight little muzzle working him good judging by the obscene slurping and suckling noises that Nala was making between his legs.

"Well, what're you waiting for?" His dad winked over. Nala was drooling cum from under her raised tail, making a small pool that kept increasing in size while she was crouched and going down on her daddy.

Simba looked behind himself over at Sarabi who rolled over on her back just as he turned his head and she spread her hindlegs out wide. He licked his dry lips again, getting onto all four paws and stepping over on top of her. Her hindlegs closed gently around his sides, sliding along his fur as he stepped over her, his massive teendick swinging enticingly between his hindlegs, nowhere near satisfaction yet.

"Go on, Simba." She cooed softly, closing her eyes with a bit of a sigh when her young boy's paw brushed down a row of her teats and teased the little pink mounds into stiffening up. "Mmm, what do you want to do with mommy?"

The question was fairly rhetorical. Everyone knew what Simba wanted now.

Simba's paws kept sliding up and down, brushing his mother's fur the wrong way as he messed up her bellyfur. He could feel his mother purring beneath him and let his eyes roam over her form, lustily gathering in every exposed detail of his own mother's presented body. The Prince grinned, an impish gleam in his look.

Sarabi felt a blush of pride at the princely arrogance so plainly on her son's face. He might not be there yet, but he was going to try to be a ruler. Just for her now. She could feel it.

"Grr, I want to fuck you like daddy does, mommy." Simba made his hips swing, boldly showing off his heavy member slapping against his inner thighs as it hung down below his belly. Such a show-off.

"I want to press my cock into your pussy all at once and let you feel how good a liongirl's cum is for making it slide right in."

Sarabi felt an itch in her paw when she looked down under Simba's belly. She wanted so badly to reach down and grab him, feel that thick teendick between her pawtoes, stroke it until it drooled precum all over her pawfur. Mrrr.

"You're... you're...." but Simba stumbled at the name calling, not so used to talking dirty, which was evident by the way he blushed more himself when saying something. Instead he finished, "..so very sexy with your hindlegs spread out and showing yourself off to me. And Nala and Dad. Mmmmm, now what do I want to do?" Simba sounded almost as if he was still considering it, even as his paws brushed downwards zig-zag lines, claws trailing through his mother's soft belly and leaving lines in her fur. He pulled his paw back as it slid between his mother's hindlegs and -with a wet slap- pressed it firmly to her wet pussy. Sarabi moaned as her son's pawtoes begin to spread her lips, seeking out her little nub at the top.

"Ohhhh, Simba...." That voice of hers could boost the confidence of even the shyest of lionboys. The encouragement in her tone drove him on, and he continued rubbing hard against her opening.

"What do I want? I want to make you cum... I want you to cum right here while dad and Nala watch you giving yourself to me."

Simba suddenly ducked his head down and stuck his muzzle into his mother's moist slit. The heat assaulted his face this close, and the scent clinged to him instantly. He felt light-headed for a moment and reached out to steady himself by putting a paw down hard on his mother's inner thigh, spreading her out.

"Oh yes, my boy... do it," Sarabi almost whispered, perhaps not even realizing she was doing it. "Lick my pussy please. Please I need it..."

Simba barely registered her words, but was quick to grant her wish as his little tongue pushed forward with force. The cub attacked with the ferocity of a starving beast, pressing his nose and muzzle roughly against his mother's twat. He felt her juices smear on his nose as his tongue slithered through her folds, brushing against the entrance to her love tunnel. Simba pressed harder, pulling on his mother's thigh as she suddenly squealed. He could feel his nose grinding against her clit as his tongue pierced her clenching fuckhole. His whiskers gently brushed her lips as he dug in, spreading her open to accept him. The taste of Sarabi's juices filled his muzzle and he lapped in more, growing hungrier the more he was fed.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck," Sarabi moaned , hindlegs held out wide and her back arched with tension.

Simba felt like he was in heaven while he ate out the female, and he suddenly stood up halfway and pressed himself forward. The lion's haunches tensed as he presses his face forward against her. He could feel his mother's pussy opening wider than he thought possible, her netherlips squeezing hard around his nose and lips, swallowing him little by little as he kept pushing.

It felt every second as if she was just about to split open, or yell at him to stop him from pushing farther, but instead the lioness just kept stretching a little more all the time, shivering as his tongue pushed ahead of his muzzle and got deeper than ever before.

"GODS! GODS Simba!!" Sarabi shrieked, but Simba kept pushing on. Then, with a wet slurp, the male's nose slipped into his mother's pussy, leaving him blinking and looking up across her belly. His cock twitched a spurt of precum into the dirt, and then another when he realized Nala was probably watching it jerk underneath him like this, and watching him push himself back into the hole he came from.

A growl built in his throat and the lion Prince tightened his neck muscles to force himself forward all at once. Claws dug into the dirt for leverage and he straightened his spine to really push hard. The result surprised even him. His mother's pussy opened for him as he rammed forward, swallowing his entire muzzletip between her legs. The top of his nose slid along her inner walls, instantly drenched with fluids, and he struggled for breath. Sarabi growled as he stretched her out wider with his jaws to allow some air to be drawn in through the sides of his mouth. His breaths became wet and watery like this.

He could feel the incredible pressure of his mother's pussy trying to push him out, but he braced his backpaws and nudged in harder than she could push, his tongue exploring depths to which no tongue had ever been before. His muzzle moves back and forth, literally fucking her with his face. Simba grabbed his mother's hindlegs and held them out wider, almost horizontally now as he moved his head back and forth. He could not tell any more, but he felt like he was sliding in deeper each time. Or maybe just more easily. He had to time his breathing right when he was almost all the way out, leaving only his muzzletip inside. His eyes closed with every push forward, warm female juices squirting onto his face as he bathed his muzzle in the source of the lioness, rhythmically forcing his muzzle up the place he was birthed from.

A big paw suddenly pressed down on his neck and Simba lost his breath for a moment as his whole muzzle disappeared airlessly inside the lioness.

"Well there's something you don't see this everyday," Mufasa rumbled from behind. He held Simba down for a moment longer before letting him slide back enough to breathe.

"That's it son. I want to watch you fuck your mother's cunt with your muzzle. You should see her face right now. Imagining you bathing your face with her cunt juice."

Simba's head was shoved down hard again, and this time he stuck his tongue out as far as he could, so far it hurt at the base of it from stretching so much. He felt it press against something and tried licking it, swirling his tongue deep in the female's core heat.

"Mmmm, you love being stretched by your own son's muzzle, Sarabi. What a naughty lioness you are." His father's voice was in his ear.

"Oh gods, Muffy... I'm so close!" Sarabi's tried to reach down, but Mufasa grabbed her paw and pinned it to the ground.

"Harder, son!" He commanded, seizing Simba's scruff and forcing him back and forth at a faster pace. Simba tried to keep up and push when he could, feeling Sarabi clench firmer around him every time and since he was soaked in her slippery juices already, it was only his father's paw that kept him from popping out entirely.

"Is he licking you deep?"

"Yes! YES! Ohhhh fuck, I.. he's so deep in me.... oh yes I love being stretched! I love having my cunt spread open wide!"

"Grrr, just like when I share you with another King, hmm?" Mufasa's eyes gleamed with mischief.

"Ohhhh even more!"

"Like having a zebra fucking your cunt?"

"Yes! Yes.... ohhhhhhhhhhhh SIMBA!"

Simba gagged as his nose was suddenly flooded with liquid. He tried to back out but Mufasa's strong paw held him in place. Sarabi's pussy clenched down on his nose so hard he wondered for a moment if it might just break his jaw. Instead it just massaged him, clenching and unclenching as Sarabi had a massive orgasm around his muzzle. The young lion got a front-row seat to the spectacle of a female's pleasure this time.

Finally, just as the Prince was running out of breath and started panicking a bit, Mufasa pulled him out. He stumbled backwards a little and tried to regain his balance. Warm fluids ran down his face and pooled on the ground.

"See what you did to our son, Sarabi?"

For a moment Simba did not know what he meant, until he felt the dripdrip of liquid falling from his face. He heard Nala giggle and turned to look, feeling more liquid stream down his head. He then looked at his gasping mother, her eyes wide as she stared at his face that was wet like he had just climbed out of a pool.

"Oohhh, he's never looked sexier," she moaned with panting breath, hooding her eyes a little. "Come here, Simba."

Simba stepped forward, still a bit disoriented from the whole thing and before he can reach all the way his mother pulled him into a kiss. They made out passionately, his cum-drenched face pressing into her fur, her juices running back into her mouth as they exchanged saliva in front of the watchers. She was eager to clean her own fluids out of his facefur and got most of it off him before she let him go again.

"Thank you so much, Simba," she growlpurred.

"Don't thank him yet," Mufasa gruffed. "He's not done."

Simba looked up at his father and could not help but grin when he saw his father's own wide smirk. He knew the sight of himself must have been ridiculous, with his face all covered in female cum and all.

"Fuck your mother, son."

Simba blinked and then looked down at her, expecting to meet her own shocked expression, but she just winked up at him and swished her tail. He looked up at Mufasa again for the approving nod and then walked over between her spread hindlegs. Taking a deep breath he reached down and began stroking his cock to get it all stiff and ready while he looked at Sarabi's drooling cunny. He could hardly believe he had just had his whole muzzle in there!

"Mmm, Simba," Sarabi growl-whispered. She was smiling down at him. "Fuck mommy's cunt, Simba. Fuck me hard."

Simba grinned wetly from ear to ear as he got into position, and he tried to make a big show of how his needy liondick slammed up between the female's hindlegs, but instead it just slid in easily with a wet sound, since Sarabi was already so slippery everywhere down there. He started thrusting and quickly found that he could go pretty much as fast as he wanted now. There was no friction or tightness trying to hold him back that he had to overcome first, although he still felt that warm pussy clench him hard and at least try to keep him wedged inside her, even if it was a futile struggle at this point.

Both Mufasa and Nala watched the young male's rump bounce up and down between his mommy's spread hindlegs that were sticking into the air. She grabbed around his back with her forelegs to hold him against her and let out louder and louder moans while she got pounded so well by the raunchy Prince.

It was getting increasingly difficult for their audience to just stay passive observers. Behind him in the distance somewhere between the sloppy noises of his own cock sliding in and out of the Queen with such speed and force, he heard the normally deep, authoritative voice of his father cooing gently.

"Yesss... that's so good.. who's daddy's little pussy, hmm? Who's daddy's little pussy? Yes, show it to me.. show me where you want it, little cub. Daddy loves it when you show off like that. Always keep your tail lifted when I'm around, sweetie... ....Oooh, that's right, clench harder. Let daddy feel how tight his little babygirl is."

Simba's eyes closed in delight when he felt his mother bury her face in what little fluffs of red mane he carried around his throat and she nipped and mewled so eagerly, her hips bucking back to meet his swift thrusts. With Mufasa's own fantasies apparently being sated at the moment, the King turned his attention to his son again, a paw brushing down Simba's back and cupping his rump, scritching lightly there while it pumped back and forth over his mom.

"How's it feel, son? Knowing you're about to dump a whole litter of little bastard cubs in your mommy's tummy?"

The words teased Simba's mind to no end, making him thrust faster and almost unable to speak through his own whining moans, all caused by fucking such a beautiful, tight, wonderful lionesspussy while his own father kept urging him on.

"What do you think the rest of the pride will say when you're bearing your son's cubs, hmm?" The deep voice directed itself to Sarabi, who opened her eyes, groaning out and looking at Mufasa's own daughter lying there on her belly, biting into the Lion King's paw that was clasped around her muzzle while he savagely fucked her from behind. The rough strokes made the young liongirl quiver throughout her body and her eyes were wide in panic, her muzzle trying to move and snarl out her complaint at being taken like a grownup lioness, even though her immature, fragile womb was nowhere near the point where it served the purpose for which it was intended. There was no point in breeding her. For now she was just a precious little Princesscub being fucked hard by her father for his own pleasure.

Mufasa's eyes glazed over a bit, he was so engulfed in the sensation of the little girl's snug teenpussy squeezing his cock so firmly from all sides that he really had to use his powerful thrusting muscles almost to their fullest extent, just to keep a steady, forceful pace into the small female. His tonguetip was panting out the side of his muzzle occasionally and Simba could but admire the view of perfect blissful pleasure that painted his father's chiseled features while he rammed himself into the boy's squealing sister. The King wanted her so much. The sheer naughtiness of pounding his own daughter into the dirt and feeling her squirm in mixed cubhood distress and adult sexual pleasure made the scene vivid in the young lionboy's mind.

Inspired and aroused he forced himself on his mother's muzzle, growling with untamed boyhood lust and impatient hormonal urges that made him bury his tongue in the much older lioness' throat. She took his wild, pre-adult advances with the kind of professionalism and skill that only an experienced lioness could. Almost calmly she wrapped her lips around his and moaned softly into his mouth, letting him feel with every one of his senses how he was pleasuring her beyond belief, and she began suckling his tongue, immediately bringing his own thoughts back to the first time when he was a cub with barely a hint of manefluff around his neck and he had proudly shown her his latest discovery: how he could get an erection by rubbing his sheath with his paw.

The wonder he felt at watching a part of himself transform in such an odd way, getting all stiff, warm and red, was something he wished to share with her, just like he would share the finding of a really smooth rock, a colorful insect, or a comfy patch of grass to roll in.

She in turn had shown off a few tricks herself that day, and went down on him while he was on his back, leaving him to moan, whimper and finally give in and thrust his hips into her muzzle again and again until she brought him to his first, dry cubhood orgasm. He would demand many more after that, being the little thrill- and pleasure-seeking rambunctious furball that he was, and it was an experience for them both the first time he managed to shoot wet cubcum into Sarabi's suckling maw. That afternoon was the best day with her he could remember still. When she was the one who lifted up her head and proudly showed her young son's seed drooling down her chin and throatfur.

"I think she enjoys her own cubs." The voice snapped Simba back to reality.

"Yessss," Simba breathed, his voice barely above a whisper before he realized he had even spoken. The Prince grinned down at his mother, who just moaned back and made him thrust rougher, his thoughts of the past driving him forward. By the way his mother tried to clench around him he wondered if she had been thinking along the same lines.

He narrowed his brow, still grinning as he gave his mom a lewd look, "Grrrr, fucking yes. Does she always want you to take her this hard, daddy?"

"Almost every time," Sarabi cooed, before her mate had the chance to answer. "Harder, Simba! HARDER! Are you a fucking lion or a mouse? When a lioness wants your cock you GIVE it to her." She goaded him.

Simba *mrowed* loudly when Sarabi suddenly reached forward and smacked him across the face. He gasped. That hurt!

Sarabi got her own evil grin going as she watched the shock spread on Simba's face. Her hindlegs wrap around his hips, pulling him against her. "I said fuck my cunt, son."

Simba growled and re-doubled his thrusting force. That had an effect.

Sarabi moaned! and her head tilted back, eyes closing. "Oh YES.... just like that. Oohhhhh, Mufasa our son is going to be such a stud!"

Mufasa was a little busy though, and his only answer was a loud grunt. Sarabi peered over in the midst of her passion and stared with fascination at the sight of her mate burying himself so hard in little Nala. She moaned, her pussy clenching as Simba slammed into her so hard she could feel his sheath tickle her each time and feel his young balls slapping harshly under her tail.

The Queen reached up and grabbed her son's heaving body, her claws scraping down his back, leaving red lines under his fur. Her gasps filled the air and Simba hissed in pain as his mother clawed his back. His thrusts could not go deeper, but they took on a different quality now as Simba's anger flared. His cock jammed into Sarabi's walls at odd, random angels. Stabbing her roughly with each entrance.

The Prince's muscles were fully engaged, pounding him into her so hard she felt his sheath slip inside her. Imagining how her son's sheath was sliding in and out of her pussy was nearly enough to make the lioness cum. On the edge, the lioness grabbed her son's face and twisted it around to see Mufasa and Nala going at it.

"Grrrr, look at your playmate," Sarabi hissed at him. "Taking your father's dick inside her. Letting him fuck her hard. No, not letting him.... He'd take her whether she wanted it or not. Do you like that, Simba?"

Simba groaned in reply, muscles burning from maintaining such a fierce thrusting pace. He could not deny the truth though, even in his anger. "Yes."

"Cause you want to fuck her, don't you?"

"Yeah, mom. I want her so bad."

Sarabi pulled Simba in harder until he could only thrust a little, grinding his sheath in and out of her, and the look on the lioness' face told him she was about to cum, and cum hard. The Queen began bucking her hips, grinding herself up and down her son's shaft in an almost uncontrollable fashion. She reached up and clutched his head with both paws, making him hiss as claws dug into his skull through his mane scruff.

"I can make her all yours, Simba. I'll make that little fuckslut do whatever you want. I'll make your sister your own fucktoy. Ohhhhh just fuck me." Sarabi's voice turned into a whimper as her orgasm started, and Simba growled at the sensation, teetering on the edge of his own.

"Yes harder! Oohhhhhh shoot your cubs into mommy, Simba! I want to have your brothers and sister, and sons and daughters in my tummy! Grrrr, just fuck mommy. Fuck me like a bitch you horny stud! GRRRRRRRRRROWL!" Sarabi's roar split the air and she hugged Simba to her so tight there was nothing he could do but hammer his thick cock into his mother's warm depths as his balls pulled up. His teeth sank into his mother's neck softly as if it were her scruff, and Sarabi gasped, her orgasm heightening at the prickling of sharp fangs.

Simba's teeth were bared in a snarl, as he emptied himself into his mother, gush after thick gush of his teenage seed spewing forth and painting her most sacred insides. His eyes were on his sister's pleasure-pained expression as she also took Mufasa's massive cock twice per second in her snug little cubbyhole, the two of them moaning, panting, sweating and growling as their mad passion reached a crescendo.

Simba did his best, but was still no match for the sheer unbridled virility of his father. He saw Nala just opening her mouth to announce her coming climax when suddenly the King's eyes snapped open in a blaze of fire as his earth-trembling orgasm exploded within her. The young female's little needle-like cubteeth sank into Mufasa's paw making him sneer and bare his own teeth, but not even the deep snarl of warning he gave off made any impression on her amidst her mindless orgasm - she just bit hard into the big paw, trying to muffle her screams and began squirming frantically underneath the gigantic adult male lion.

"Yessssss!" Mufasa hissed like an agitated snake, his thrusts slowing but becoming much deeper and forceful, shaking Nala's body every time.

"That's it.. cum all over my big cock. That's right, babygirl.. more.. keep going... oooh, you're cumming like a real lioness now." The experienced lion pulled his barbed spire backwards through her tight cubcunt at exactly the right moments during her climax, adding more and more fuel to the fire in her belly that kept her going.

"Mmmmh, daddy likes it when his little pussycat cums for him.. oh yes he does." The majestic voice grew softer to a rumbling whisper in the girl's ear. "Yess.. *uuuhn*... yesssss, here comes daddy now... oooh, get ready.. *unnn-uuuunh!* Push back, sweetie.. daddy's gonna... yes yes, YES... GRRRRRAAWR!!"

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He was greeted by a million pinpricks of light through the dark cloudless air, and the wet *sqsh sqsh* sounds as his cock jerked in his paw. His cum splashed onto his chest in torrents. This time his orgasm was so intense that he could feel his own cum on his head. It dripped down his ears and down between his eyes. He *meeeewled* his delight to the night air and clenched up a bit, feeling the warm juice stream down his paw. The lionboy had painted long white strands of goop across his entire belly, up his chest and throatfur and even on his face now. A lick of his tongue around his muzzletip revealed the salty flavor of himself.

He wiped his paw in his bellyfur, grunting and feeling his whole body heave and pant with the physical exertion. Simba was still not entirely sure whether he was awake or not, the groggy sensation had already spread throughout his body. It took a while for him to realize that he was not done yet, however. He waited for his erection to subside once more, but it did not. When he raised his head and looked down himself with blurry eyes, he still saw his liondick throbbing and aching with need.

Groaning to himself, he rolled over on his side, one hindleg lifted a bit and grabbed himself with his paw again. He winced at the over-sensitive feeling, but he knew he had to go again if he ever wanted to fall asleep. His paw began moving as before and he slid sideways into the dreamworld again, not really sure if his fantasy picked up where it left off, or if this was something new. It did not really matter anyway. What mattered was the arousal it brought him.

Even that fantasy had not been enough to sate his overactive sex-drive. He would have to go for something more extreme and arousing this time. Simba shivered at the sudden warm, cold, wet, odd sensation of some of his spent cum oozing down the back of his balls and across his sensitive tailhole. The lionboy *purrrrred*. It felt both calming and arousing at the same time. Like a cold heat that made his loins blaze with unreleased lust. It gave him an idea...

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Mufasa stepped over near to where Simba was sitting and relaxing for a bit. Nala was sitting next to him, leaning against him some and grooming the back of his neck affectionately.

"Now, if you really wanted to be fucked by your son just the way daddy does it, we'd better demonstrate, hmm?" Mufasa smirked down at his exhausted partner. Sarabi was hesitant at his request, looking first at him and then over at the two teens. With a soft sigh she obediently rolled over on her belly in a crouching position, lifted her tail and raised up her rump, much to the excitement of the King who licked his chops as if regarding a tasty gazelle meal in front of him.

He mounted her by stepping over her back and framing her form between the four strong pillars of his legs, his rear lowering and pointing forward, tail dragging along the ground. There was a thrust and then a sharp, pained inhale from the lioness. Mufasa's eyes were half-lidded and he *purrrrrumbled* like a thunderstorm.

"Better tell them." He mrowled and bit lightly at the back of her ear. "Or maybe they can come see for themselves?" He winked over at the two and pushed his haunches off the ground more when the two curious lions padded over behind the pair to watch. With his own rear raised up, both the lionteens could watch how the Lion King's absolutely gigantic catcock was crammed halfway up Sarabi's tailhole, stretching it obscenely and already making it look red and sore.

Simba and Nala stared, jaws gaping, which only made Mufasa even more smug and self-satisfied.

"Mrrr, yes. That's how a real lioness takes her King, isn't it?" He got an ambiguous *grunt* in reply from the lioness underneath him.

"Wow, mommy." Simba blinked and watched how his daddy slowly began sliding his wet cock back and forth in that snug little rumphole of his mate. He could feel his own erection quickly returning at the sight and he turned his head to look at Nala, his eyes quickly falling on her rump. She tucked her tail down between her hindlegs when he watched her like that and his eyes moved back up to her face to see the quite stern "don't even think about it"-expression that she bore.

"Mmmm, don't be so shy. I know you adore a rough rutting, don't you? You love having anal sex with your King." Mufasa bit harder at her ear and then licked it from behind, getting a few mewls in reply. He slid slowly backwards, sharp barbs tugging at her tender insides until he slipped free with a wet slurp and Sarabi gave a gasp while clenching her tailring shut completely, the burning sensation lingering for a while longer.

"And that's not all. Your mommy's a proper assbitch." The Lion King said with pride and walked over her until he got in front. His tail whipped up and he looked back at her. "Lick my balls, Sarabi."

The lioness slowly got onto her paws again, feeling the ache in her rump which she knew was about to get even stronger in a little while. She put her head under the male's raised tail and began giving his heavy balls some looong wet slurps with her tongue, each time lifting the nuts up and letting them drop so the two young ones could watch them jiggle under their own weight.

"Mmmmm, good girl. Now lick me higher." He murrrred and felt the drool run down the back of his sac. "Come closer, cubs. Especially you, Nala. Sarabi will show you first, then you will do what she does."

Nala stepped up close, watching the pebbly tongue of the older lioness glide over the short fur of the hung male's giant sac. It looked so delicious.. so tasty. She wanted to try it too, however, she was not prepared for what Sarabi did next. The Queen lifted up her head, brushing her nose against the soft underside of her mate's lifted tail and leaned in close. Her nostrils flared, taking in her mate's musky scent. Mufasa sucked in his breath and spread his hindlegs out wider in anticipation.

The cubs watched as Sarabi closed her eyes and opened her mouth, her tongue sliding out to brush over the King's exposed rumphole. They gave a concerted "Ewwww!" at the sight, but Sarabi was just getting started. She tilted her head to the side, her nose brushing up the side of her mate's tailbase while she leaned in close and let her ebony lips kiss and suckle on the dark pucker.

"Mmm, that's good, Sarabi. Show the cubs what a good asskisser you are," Mufasa purred with enjoyment. Sarabi's paw curled around his hindleg, allowing her to pull herself tighter to him, her tongue pressing in deeper and licking harder now.

Simba looked at Nala's wide-eyed expression. An expression that said "No way am I doing that. No way no way no way no way no way!" His heart pounded as he looked back and forth between his mother and Nala. He did not blame Nala... he could not believe what his mother was doing either, but his cock grew at the thought of Nala doing the same thing.. of his father grabbing his sister and making her please him in the dirtiest of ways.

A growl from Mufasa brought his attention back, just in time to watch Sarabi pressing her long, pebbly feline tongue into the King's tailhole. Simba's eyes widened at how just the tip of Sarabi's tongue teased in and out of his father before half of it disappeared into the tight tailstar. The King was crouching more now and lifting his rump and tail up, almost looking like a lioness, but of course a great King like his father could never be feminine. At least, not in Simba's mind.

"Mmm, how is it, Sarabi?"

Sarabi pulled her tongue out with a lewd, wet *slorp* and made a bit of a face. "Dirty... as usual. Seemed to give you a pretty hard erection."

Mufasa chuckled and widened his stance, the massive red lioncock swinging between his thighs. "Save some for the cub, dear."

Sarabi turned and her eyes focused on Nala. Simba turned as well only to realize that she had been creeping slowly backwards at the sight.

"No," she mouthed and glared at the two.

With a quick turn, Simba darted behind the somewhat shocked young lioness and wrapped his strong pre-adolescent paws around her torso, holding her, and beginning to push her forward.

"Simbaaaa!" Nala squealed in the usual tone when he was teasing her during playtime, and she began to struggle in his grip. Even now, Nala was really the superior wrestler, but Simba had the advantage of surprise and a greater overall bulk. And the will to watch his sister in the naughtiest of positions, which gave him an extra strength not to be underestimated.

Mufasa grinned as he watched the two young ones and then rolled onto his back, spreading his hindlegs wide. His big balls swung as he grabbed his cock and gave it a few strokes. "Right here, son," he commanded.

Nala's claws dug into the dirt, but Simba dragged her closer step by step.

Sarabi turned from her mate to the resisting Nala and chuckled softly, feeling herself get wet at the thought of what was about to happen.

"Sarabi! Help! I don't-- get your paws off me, Simba!" The fiesty little Princess complained and squirmed.

Sarabi did not help, but she did reach between her hindlegs and idly start pawing herself, as if not even realizing it, and took a step back so Simba could pull Nala in closer. Mufasa lifted himself up a bit.

"You love having lionesses service you under the tail, don't you?" Sarabi said loud enough for Nala to hear. The young lioness growled, turning her face away as she was dragged inexorably onward. Mufasa just grinned from ear to ear as he watched move closer.

Simba grabbed his sister roughly by the nape and pushed. There was nothing Nala could do, her brother knocked her front paws out from under her, and she collapsed nose-first against Mufasa's tailhole. The lioness was clearly holding her breath and turned her face away as best she could.

The young lion licked his lips at the sight of Nala's muzzle buried under his father's massive balls, nose pressed between his rump cheeks and he tried to hold her down.

"Lick it, Nala! Lick it or I'm not letting you go!" Simba insisted.

"Fuck you," Nala hissed and tried to get up on her feet again.

Simba did not really have a good respond to that, but Sarabi did. The older lioness pulled her wet paw from between her legs and pressed it against Nala's muzzle-top, forcing it down nose first against her mate's dirty tailpucker. As soon as Nala was pushed into place the lioness slid her paw against the female's tawny face, streaking it with her pussy juice.

"He said lick it, Nala," Sarabi commanded. "Obey your prince."

"He's just my brother!" Nala's voice was muffled.

Sarabi pulled back her paw and swatted the female roughly on the rump. "He's your Prince! And he's telling you to lick the King's tailhole!"

The shock made the female exhale, and then inhale. A shiver rolled through her as the scent of Mufasa's tail filled her nostrils and her senses entirely, enveloping her in a hazy state of mind.

Simba held his sister's nape tight as she acquiesced with a quiet whimper. Her little pink tongue slipped out and she pressed it against the underside of the lion's tailbase right in front of her, only an inch from the source of the King's musky scent.

"Let me handle this son," Mufasa growled. Simba barely got out of the way before his big paws grabbed Nala by the head, forcing her in deeper, until her nose pressed into the King's tailpucker. Sarabi grinned and reached forward, pressing Nala's mouth closed. Nala struggled, but had no choice but to breathe in the scent of the inside of Mufasa's tailhole. Simba's eyes just widened and the prince began stroking himself furiously as he watched. Better yet, Nala's tail was high in the air as she wiggled back and forth, showing him all there was to see.

After a while Sarabi's paw pulled Nala's nose back and then pushed her whole head forward until her lips pressed against the King's tailhole. The claws dug into the back of her head and Sarabi only let her go when Nala started licking like she was supposed to.

Mufasa moaned and his eyes rolled back. His own paws pulled down and controlled Nala head, grinding his tailstar against her face roughly and humping his butt over the female's face as she did her best to lick.

"Yesss..... Nala."

"I think she likes being dirty," Sarabi commented.

"That's good, Nala. Mrrr, cubby little tail-licker."

Nala gasped for air, but came back licking and kissing as Sarabi did moments before. Simba groaned, rising to his feet as he watched. Nala's face was streaked with a mix of spit and the mess his father left just for his daughter to clean.

Wordlessly, eyes watching every moment of Mufasa directing Nala's licking of his tailhole, the prince walked around to his mother. The two look into each other's eyes, and Sarabi smiled. Simba grinned back, turning to watch the show again. And then crouched, lifting his tail.

Sarabi was quick to move up behind him just like he wanted, dipping her head down. He could sense her presence, making him quiver a little in anticipation until he felt the nose against his lifted tail and then the first kiss to his pink tailpucker.

"Oh-oooh.. mommy..." Simba's eyes snapped open as a wave of previously unknown pleasure washed over him and a paw grabbed his haunches as he lost his balance for a moment.

"Mmmm, you taste just like your father, dirty lionboy." A soft voice chimed from behind and he turned his head, seeing only the whiskers tickling his rump behind him and the rest of his mother's face was eclipsed by his golden rump. Another lick made him shiver again, claws coming out just a little in instinct. He felt that exquisite tongue he was used to having wrapped around his cock on quiet evenings, suddenly sliding slowly across the rim of his tailhole, pausing when he clenched involuntarily and then picking up again when he relaxed. He soon learned to try and keep himself relaxed so he could feel her tongue all the time.

His eyes lifted to the sight of his playmate pressing her lips tightly against the ass of her father. He was not sure how willing she was - those golden paws still looked wrapped firmly around her head, but it looked like the King was trying to work her tongue deeper now. Simba bit his lip, blushing as he first heard the words in his head and he had to go over them a few times before he got the courage to say it.

"I want it inside."

Sarabi paused with a chuckle and brushed her paw up the side of his hindleg, "Of course."

He heard her spit on her paw and then start stroking around his tailstar slowly to get it wet and loosened up, the young lionboy closing his eyes with a slow sigh and then a quick gasp when a pawtoe pushed insistently in underneath his tail and wedged itself inside his warm tunnel.

"Relax, sweetie... mrrr... just pretend it's your daddy on your back."

Simba blinked and blushed bright red at the thought. He had not even imagined that his mom would know about that... much less say it out loud. She worked another wet pawtoe into his backdoor and began sliding them back and forth, wiggling the toes and making the boy moan softly and feel his sheath fattening once again with his erection.

"It feels... so good, mom." He sighed and crouched down a little more with his chest against the grass.

When the pawtoes retreated, he was left with a lingering aching sensation that was alleviated by a warm lick from that tongue again. His mind nearly melted with pleasure as he felt the tip pressing hard against his puckered hole, working itself back and forth firmly, mirroring the way his own sister was tailkissing their daddy right now.

"MMM, deeper sweetie," Mufasa groaned, tilting his head back in pleasure. Nala only had so much choice. Her father's paw was pressed hard to the back of her head, forcing her nose flush to his tailhole. Simba grinned and purred, getting more and more aroused as he watched Nala do as she was told. Of course, her tongue was probably not nearly as long as Sarabi's, but he could tell his dad was just as turned on by grinding his tailhole over the semi-willing female's face. Making his own cub clean him as if he were a cub again too.

Sarabi knew the girl will learn to love it. There was nothing like pleasing a male with your tongue deep in his tailhole. Giving him the pleasures of a female in such a dirty, unusual way. A way that a male must usually submit to another male to receive. What a gift!

Sarabi grinned and pulled her son back to her a little, letting more of her tongue slide inside in a slow, spiraling motion. Letting him feel every inch caressing his insides. His front claws dug into the earth and he moaned.

"Mom, your tongue feels so good in my ass.... *mmmmn*. Just like daddy's cock. I want it deeper please."

Sarabi smiled and complied, reaching her paw around Simba and beginning to slowly tease his sheath as well. Not stroking him, just teasing his cock and feeling him spurt precum against her paw. The prince moaned and bucked his hips eagerly.

"Fuck, this is so good, Nala," he moaned, then snapped his eyes open. He was so used to just calling on Nala as his best friend that he did not even remember he was the one who had just dragged her into her current position. Nala turned as best she could in Mufasa's grip and their eyes met.

She smiled.

With a little effort the lion girl lifted her head, and Mufasa let her, looking down curiously. The girl grinned again in such a cute way that Simba's heart fluttered. He could not believe what Nala was doing... The King's tailhole, once dark was now mostly pink. Cleaned by the young female, and his scent was all over her at this point.

"Daddy?" Nala said, her voice small and cute. "I... I like it. I like licking you under your tail." For a moment there was silence, and then Mufasa chuckled, and reached down, grabbing his daughter's head and pulling her against his body for a hug.

"That's my girl," he chuckled and Nala giggled, her face pressed against her father's giant nutsack. As he watched, the girl narrowed her eyes and gave the King's cock a loooong lick. Mufasa purred.

"Let's give you a little test then," he growled and stood up, pushing Nala out of the way.

"Lay down on your back."

Nala did, rolling over and spreading her legs. With no prompting the lion girl reached down, beginning to paw her not even adolescent pussy for everyone to watch.

Mufasa stepped forward. "You like being naughty while your mother and brother watch, huh?"

Nala nodded, biting her lip slightly nervously.

"Do you want daddy's tailhole back against your mouth?"

Nala grinned and looked to the side slightly, her eyes meeting with Simba's shocked gaze, then back to Mufasa.

"Yeah, daddy. Whatever you want." The lioness groaned and stuck the pawtoe deeper into herself. "Make me as messy as you want." The lioness lowered her eyes, looking up through hooded lashes.

It was a look Simba never forgot.

"I'll be your tailbitch, daddy."

Mufasa stepped over his daughter and put a big paw on her chest, then crouched over her. He sat on her chest as she daughter pawed herself and slowly began dragging himself forward. Simba whimpered, the sight so sexy he nearly came right there. His father's big form pressed Nala down, dragging himself up and over her chest to her face. Wiping his rump on her fur. Nala just pawed herself harder and harder as Mufasa's massive balls and cock loomed over her face.

The last thing Simba heard was, "Let me taste it, daddy," before Mufasa slid his rump roughly over his daughter's face and sat, pressing his tailhole to her eager mouth.

Mufasa chuckled at the first nip and lick and then spun himself around so he could look down her body and enjoy the show she put on between her hindlegs, "That's right.. you want daddy's seed drooling down your tummy, don't you?"

He did not wait for the answer, merely squatted down again, muffling his daughter's sounds under his rumpcheeks. His eyes were closed and the expression on his face revealed in detail how good it felt to have that young girl's tongue lapping eagerly under his lifted tail.

"There's daddy's little ass-slut... mmmm yes." His gaze fell to Simba who stood spellbound and staring at the two of them, barely noticing how Sarabi slipped out from behind him, until she rubbed full-body against his side and made his fur ruffle up.

Mufasa nodded at them with a slow smile on his face.

"I think it's your turn too." Sarabi whispered and nudged her son forward.

The King held out his paw to invite the young lionboy closer and hesitantly he stepped up behind his sister, unable to take his eyes off that creamy-golden paw working itself between her spread hindlegs. He had seen her masturbate before, but this was just... amazing.

"Mmmm, looks like her pussy is taken already, son." Mufasa smirked.

It took Simba a few moments to register the underlying message, and his eyes suddenly went wide with realization.

"Get it wet first," his mom commented in his ear and passed the three of them, moving up behind the King to share a few looks with Nala.

Simba's own view fell squarely on the little pink pucker right beneath the girl's paw. Was he really supposed to.. well.. he did make her do it. And the reward... his cocktip spilled from his sheath at the thought, the young lion giving a shiver as his cock felt the cold breeze around him. It made him want to stick it somewhere warm and tight now.

Simba licked his paw hastily and rubbed it up and down his shaft. The cool air just made it feel that much colder and a shiver ran through him. Whether it was the cold or anticipation he did not know. He kept spreading saliva over his cock, stroking it to full hardness with no trouble whatsoever. The breeze tingled his wet tailhole and he shivered as he moved forward and crouched, pressing his cock under his sister's still-stroking paw.

Suddenly he was struck by the certainty of it all; he was going fuck his sister's ass while his parents watched.

And he was going to enjoy it.

He felt a paw pressing him forward and heard his mother's voice in his ear, dripping with lusty intent. "Do it, Simba. Fuck the little bitch's ass."

Simba began pressing forward and moaned at the tightness. He had to press hard just to begin to stretch his sister's tight, virgin tailhole open. Nala started squirming, but Mufasa sat on her and turned his head slightly.

"That's it son, don't take it easy on her." The King stroked his daughter's ears, even as he ground his rump against her licking tongue. "Give the little ass-licking cubslut a rutting to remember," he purred.

Simba moaned and thrusted forward. Back and forth. He had to press hard each and every time to get in any deeper, and his barbs pulled all the way out each time. He could hear Nala give little squeals, but Mufasa held her down, even as Sarabi pushed Simba forward gently, watching over his shoulder as his cock began disappearing into the tan cub's wonderfully snug little ass.

Mufasa began stroking his cock, turned on by the struggles of his daughter. He had wanted to take her tailhole for a long time, but he was just too big to fit. For once he envied his son's opportunity.

Simba was still working back and forth, grinding deeper and deeper. Nala was moaning and her paws moved from her pussy to push on her father's rump, but he could not be moved. Sarabi grinned, though no one saw it, and pushed hard on Simba's rump. The Prince let out an "eep!" as he stumbled forward, being pushed forcefully all the way into his sister's unprepared butthole.

Mufasa grinned and lifted his butt for a moment. Nala's high, shrill squeal echoed out over the pridelands, but Simba did not take a moment to rest. The feeling was INCREDIBLE. The young male had never before felt something so tight and warm around his cock.

"This is the part where you show the little bitch how a Prince fucks his lionesses," Sarabi whispered in his ear.

Simba gasped and pulled back, feeling each and every barb catch and pull before he bunched all his muscles and thrusted back into the tight tailtunnel. The feeling of being able to exert his full muscle power was amazing, and the lionboy started thrusting faster and harder, testing his limits.

Mufasa watched his son and stood over Nala as if the squealing female were barely there.

"That's it, son," he mrowled. "Take her good and hard." The King reached forward, placing a paw on her pussy and beginning to rub hard. His paw pushed over the cub's clit and down into her pussy. Simba's eyes widened as he watched his father's massive paw spread her pussy lips out wide. Easily as wide as his cock could stretch her. The King grinned at his son's shocked expression and shared a glance of lustful pride with Sarabi, still whispering naughty directions in Simba's ear.

"Put your paw in with your father's, Simba," she purred. "She needs to be stretched out if she's going to push out your cubs one day."

Simba could hardly believe that would be possible, but he pressed his paw against his father's anyway. As he pushed it forward Nala moaned, her legs twitching so hard Sarabi had to grab them and spread them out to give the boys room to work. The older lioness pulled the cub's legs as wide as they could go before Simba finally pushed his pawtoe in with his father's. The two males looked at each other as if having completed a common goal and Simba thrusted harder. He could actually feel his cock sliding over their pawtoes on its way deep into Nala's ass, and the sensation was incredible. He changed his stroke pattern, going more slowly in and out, gasping at the flashes of pure white pleasure ripping through his body.

Sarabi was purring in his ear and she called out, "How does the Prince's cock feel, Nala?"

Nala was whimpering and moaning, feeling herself quiver under the eager molesting of the two males. "It's... it's so big, den-mom. Oh gods.... gods there's so much in me. I feel so full."

Sarabi licked her lips at the sight, pawing herself now hard. "Mrrr, lift her face up so Simba can see, Muffy," she all but commanded. Mufasa did, holding Nala up so she could look down and watch the cock sliding into her tailstar as well as the two sets of paws spreading out her young pussy.

"Tell Simba thank you, Nala," Sarabi boomed over her.

"T-thank you..? Thank you, Simba," Nala stammered.

Sarabi whispered something in Simba's ear, and the male leaned forward awkwardly, pressing his lips to Nala's ear. "Nala, I... I love you, and... now I'm going to fuck you like a Princess should be fucked."

The cognitive dissonance was overwhelming to Nala, but she felt a shudder run through her at Simba's words, just as Sarabi knew they would. The feeling of being loved by a young male, even if neither would admit it otherwise. Strangely it was only in the throes of passion that they could confess their desires.

"Now, let mommy help you," Sarabi grinned. The horny older lioness stepped up behind her son and began to grind her pussy over his back. She mrowled and wrapped her paws around him; her powerful, growing prince. And she began thrusting.

Mufasa's eyes grew wide and he pulled his paw out of Nala's pussy, moving it down to stroke his cock as he watched. Both Nala and Simba moaned in unison as Sarabi began dictating the Prince's pace by grinding her pussy against him and forcing him to thrust deep and hard into Nala's tailhole. With the benefit of momentum, the lioness thrusted mercilessly, making Simba's cocksheath slide up his cock each time he was buried to the balls in her sweet butt.

Mufasa moved his other paw away and Nala collapsed to the ground. Simba had to pull his paw out of her pussy to stay steady, and he placed both paws on his sister's chest, pinning her to the earth.

"Simba! Simba! Ohhhhh gods, it's too hard... too deep! Stop! Stop... don't! Don't... oh don't stop. GRRrrrr!" The young lioness' paw went right to her pussy, rubbing it hard right in front of her brother as he was forced to fuck his sister hard and fast by the insistent shoves from his mother.

Sarabi was panting as her pussy slid up and down her son's backfur, leaving warm and she did not slow down for a second. "Grrr, open her mouth, Muffy."

Mufasa took his paw, still wet with his daughter's pussy juice and his own precum, and held Nala's mouth open. The naughty lioness pushed Simba's head down, still purring. "Now claim her as yours, Simba. Spit in her mouth and tell her she's your bitch."

Simba groaned out to the heavens as his cock tore in and out of his sister's asshole. The Prince looked down with hazy lust in his eyes at his sister and spat right into her open mouth. Nala just looked back, licking her lips. A trail of drool hung between them.

"You're my bitch, sis."

"Yeah, Simba. I'm your assbitch." Nala's words with breathless almost and she shivered throughout her body at the surprising naughtiness that came from her thoughts and to her mouth.

Simba gritted his teeth, about to reposition himself for better leverage, but was taken by surprise when Nala grabbed him and pulled him down to the ground with her, kissing him fully on the lips, her tongue parting his mouth and slipping in with his own. The two kissed lustily and Mufasa could take no more. Stepping up in front of the two fiery kids, the King put his paw on his son's head, holding him down harder against Nala as Sarabi kept his cock pumping in and out of her tender tailhole.

"Ohhh... look at your daddy and open your mouth," Mufasa demanded. Both cubs complied, and just in time. The big lion's cock jerked in his paw and rope after rope of thick, virile lionking cum splashed over the cubs' faces. The first gush landed in Simba's mouth. The second sputtered off his nose and dripped onto Nala as the third coated her face. The King just kept cumming massively, moving his cock to drench the two cubs with all he had to offer, growling and just barely holding back the urge to roar. The cum ran and dripped off the cubs, and they licked at it and gave each other cum-coated kisses as their daddy jerked off on their faces with such fervor.

Mufasa pressed forward, sticking his cock against the cubs. "Lick it clean," he ordered, and both cubs got to work licking it. Their little tongues traveled up and down its length, getting all the gooey sticky seed off as best they could even if they were both covered in it too. One by one the King opened their mouths with one paw and slid his cock inside, giving a few humps and spurting the remainder of his load. Simba's mouth and nose were filled with the musk of his dad's scent and that huge, barbed dick. The King stayed in Simba's maw for a while, just letting the cub suck on it. Something about a boy's mouth.... so wonderful.

The Prince barely felt his mother leave his back until he heard her gasps from right next to him. "Please, Muffy! Please give it to me too. I need it. Oh gods give it to me like Nala."

With slow determinism the King pulled his cock out of his son's mouth and Simba watched him move behind Sarabi, positioning himself. He gave no further warning before sliding his gigantic shaft up Sarabi's butthole, and beginning to thrust with powerful jolts of strength.

"Yes, yeeees, YES! OOOOH! Just like when we were teens, Muffy." Sarabi gasped and tried to brace herself against the forceful pounding she was taking. "You always wanted me to take it up the tail because I wouldn't let any of the other boys do that. OOOH, uhhhnnng!"

"Keep talking like that." Mufasa growled in a low tone behind her, nipping at the back of her ear and then leaning down. "I'm already close.. you make me feel like a horny teenlion with no stamina when you let me assfuck you like this. MMmmmrrrrmm!"

Simba turned his attention back to Nala, who was watching her father hump Sarabi so hard in the wrong hole, and she jerked to life again when Simba resumed thrusting, not wanting to be outdone by the other male. His female was close too.

"Simba... oh Simba Simba Simba... make me cum. Please. Please cum up my ass. Cum in me and make me a dirty assbitch. Make me cum with your dick deep in me. Make me a fucking whore for your dick like your mom is for daddy. Fuuuuu UUUUCKKKK!" Nala squealed, reaching up and grabbing Simba's nape. He was starting to realize that there really was no limit to how much a lioness would submit to a male once he got her worked up good.

The moments melted with minutes, the entire world became an endless sea of pleasure, the universe collapsing on itself and leaving only a family of lions enjoying each others bodies and souls to the peak of existence. Simba's consciousness only snapped back when he heard a roar from beside him and watched as his mother's face contorted with sexual gratification.

" OH FUCK!" Sarabi's loud voice echoed. "Pull out, Muffy! Pull out quick!" Mufasa did just that and Sarabi snarled as the barbs tore her, but she stood quickly and dashed forward.

Simba was immediately distracted, his breath reduced to gasps as he felt Nala come around him. Her snug tailring squeezed him numb and she let out her own squealing noises, all four legs kicking helplessly in the air while female juices splurted over the pawtoes that were buried in her own pussy. The warm fluids seeped through her paw and down over Simba's shaft, now pistoning out of her with desperate need as he tried to catch up to her. He was so engulfed in the moment, and the lioness, that he did not even notice his mother until she bumped him backwards a bit.

Her eyes caught his, her sleek body still shivering from the orgasm and she squatted down hard just above Nala's face. Her tail lifted up and she closed her eyes, gasping with relief when she finally let the seed in her tailhole splash over the young Princess' face. Nala sputtered and gagged when the glob of hot lionsperm landed in her open muzzle and she tried to push the older lioness away, but felt her forepaws grabbed and then pinned down above her head. There was nothing the tawny cub could do but spit and try to breathe while Sarabi emptied her fresh seed on her.

And with that sight forever burned in his mind now, Simba could take no more. With a sharp rasping snarl the lion buried his cock deep in his sister's warm, wet ass, and cummed harder than he ever had before.

"That's it son," Simba heard from behind; a vague, fleety voice that seemed to be mostly in his mind. The cub was bucking and thrusting hard as he came, trying to get deeper and deeper even though the Princess was already crying out in pain at how hard she was being assfucked. Amidst the wild sensations that had his heart beating faster than a hummingbird, he felt his father press up behind him. The bass rumble in his chest vibrated Simba as he felt that great bulk press down on his smaller form. The two males' muscles pressed together, Simba flexing and trying to keep standing against the heavy weight that began pushing him down into a crouch as Mufasa mounted him. Needless to say, there was little he could do to resist a horny male twice his size.

"Daddy's not done yet... Lift your tail, boy."

Still cumming, Simba obedient hiked up his tail and realized he was actually eager to feel his own father fucking him. All sexual pleasure just mixed together in the minds of all the lions. It did not matter who pleasured who anymore.

A big paw pushed him down on his neck and and once again Simba found himself muzzle to muzzle with the Princess. He began kissing the cub, his ears brushing against his mother's pussy as she squatted above them both now. She took a step back to give her son some room to play and let the last of his father's cum drip down her thighs and onto the young female below before she moved away completely.

Mufasa pressed forward, impaling Simba until their balls started grinding together. The two males' oversized balls rubbed against each other as the much bigger King filled his son's tight ass. Simba winched as he was spread out wider than he had just forced Nala to do, that behemoth of a lioncock forcing him open like a common female.

"Mmm, who would have guessed my son would have the tightest lion ass in the pride?" Mufasa whisper-rumbled in his ear and worked himself deeper with sudden, hard thrusts whenever he felt the tailmuscles in the young boy try to relax. "Tell your sister what I'm doing."

Simba gave off a strained groan and lapped at Nala's cum-wet face, slurping his father's seed out of her fur and their tongues meeting in a brief kiss every now and again. "Sis... sis. He's.. Dad's... dad's fucking my ass. Oohhnn, it feels good."

"It must," Nala's voice gurgled somewhat, her mouth and throat still coated with Sarabi's asscum. "I can feel your dick getting hard again in my ass."

Mufasa growled, picking up speed and scraping his barbed spire of lionhood back and forth in that incredibly hot lion-ass. Already he was eager to cum in his son while his mate was watching, he just had to make his body catch up to his lewd desires now. His balls swung back and forth, slapping Simba's harshly from behind and making them jiggle.

"Does my boy like being his daddy's bitch?"

"Yeah, dad.... ah... your balls... so big.."

Mufasa just thrusted faster at what he took to be encouragement, letting his cum-slick cock hammer through the snug teenlion's rump with a steadily rising pace, despite the mrowling complaints he heard below.

"Daddy's gonna cum in your butt just like your mommy's."

"Daddy do it... do it... fill me." Simba whimpered with slight desperation at the rough tailfucking he was taking now, yet despite what should have been a sensation of pain from that giant barbed cock sawing through his poor tailhole, he was feeling his own arousal return quickly at being taken like this.

"It's going to take a while.. I just gave your mom a litter in her ass too. Mrrrr, better clean up your sister while you wait."

Simba kept licking Nala's face clean, the taste, scent, sensations all filling his mind to the point where everything was about to explode.

"Oh yes.. oh yes.. I can't.. I have to... I... oh gods.. oh no!"

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A teenage lion's roar echoed through the jungle and it actually took a while for Simba to realize it was his own, ringing in his ears. He had no idea he could make such a loud noise. The lion was on his side, one paw on his cock as it spurted a puddle of sticky cum onto the jungle floor, gush after gooey gush splattering on the grass while he twitched and groaned with exhaustion and pleasure. His other cock was down lower, two pawtoes jammed up beneath his tail and massaging himself on the inside while he came more than ever before. The disjointed fantasies he had lived through had been absolutely unequaled. Normally his imagination stretched only to the thoughts of lionesses winking seductively and playing chase with him. He had no idea he could have such dirty thoughts, it was almost like they had come from someone else. Like someone had influenced his dreams or something.

Simba lay whimper-groaning and quivering all over, exhaling in a sigh when he finally felt his cock start to shrink in his paw. This was going to hurt in the morning, and smell too. But at least he was exhausted enough to fall asleep now. The sweat ran down his nosetip and dripped to the ground, his panting breath making brief mists in the cold night air and a subtle layer of steam rose from his warm body. A blissful blanket swept over his mind and he passed into a dreamless sleep, both his mind and body needing time to recover after this ordeal.