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Simba climbed clumsily over the heaving, snoring mass of lions to reach his snoozing parents in the depths of the royal den. The golden cub panted lightly with exertion as he looked back at what he had just traversed - a billowing leonine sea painted by the soft dawn light. He strutted the remaining few (clear) steps to his destination, quite pleased with his accomplishment. How he loved climbing over those lazy grown-ups. "Wow, we really need to get our own cave!" He laughed to himself, before realising that he was the only one awake to appreciate his wit. With a groan he came to where his sleeping parents lay. Even like this they towered above him, and it took another perilous climb just to reach his father's eye level. "Dad?" He called gleefully. "Dad! It's time to get u-- whoa!" With a rumbling grunt King Mufasa turned onto his side, sending Simba crashing to the floor with a puff of dust. "Ow! Gee, thanks a lot!" The cub groaned, picking himself up as the mighty king yawned a mighty yawn and, still snoring, rolled onto his back. The adult's mighty muscled hind-legs parted right in front of Simba's nose. The rushing power of his father's musk made him feel dizzy, yet it somehow tempted his curious young muzzle closer. His nostrils twitched and head swam in the strong aroma... the effect almost soporific He came upon a pair of great orbs, and he was hypnotised by the way they hung and swayed with the adult's deep slumbering breaths/ He followed them with entranced eyes. "Whoaaa..!" The cub could only gasp. Feeling a sudden surge of courage, he reached out a little paw and nudged one, retracting straight away as if it was to bite him. Reassured that this was not the case, he fondled the orb more carefully. He was surprised with its firmness beneath the soft fur, and felt compelled to check the other too - just to be sure. By now the cub prince's curiosity knew no bounds and he decided to test these lion king's testes with his maw. He managed only one at a time, straining his jaws and his neck just to keep the heavy ball up. But when secured, the taste and feel was rather pleasant, and the soft fuzz was fun to flick over and over with his tongue. "Mmm..." came a great long rumble from above, almost making Simba jump. But the sudden sound broke his concentration only briefly, and he returned to suckling quite happily on the royal orbs, thrilled in particular with the way they slid about in their great stretchy sack. There was more movement - the cub noticed his father's hind-legs stretch out, all the way to the toes, and from there his claws revealed themselves. Then something quite different revealed itself - Simba dropped the balls and gasped in awe as a mighty rod of red meat rose from its furry sheath. "Whoa!" The cub licked his lips as the king's penis stood strong and proud before him, the slivers of dawn light shining off the rigid shaft and into Simba's awe-struck eyes. Without any other thought his tongue had poked out and found the flesh. It was warm, slick and smooth to touch, so hard and firm, and a fascinating thing to lick away on. He felt like he could tongue it forever, and barely noticed its owner beginning to stir. After several minutes of earnest work, Simba felt another urge. He withdrew his tired tongue and held the saliva-slick cock at the base with his little fore-paws, aligning his maw with its tip. Then he plunged upon it, sucking and tonguing it as hard as he could in his tight muzzle. This was even more fun - instinctive fun - harking to his days as a suckling infant. Now it was his father's 'teat' that felt so perfectly placed between his eager lips. Mufasa's breath quickened and a dreamy smile broke out across his face. "Mmm... Sarabi..." He moaned airily. He allowed his eyes to slowly open and much to his surprise, a little golden cub came into focus. "Simba?!" He growled, propping himself with his elbows. "What on earth are you doing?!" The boy quickly released the royal member and his ears flattened against his head. "I'm s-sorry Dad..." He stammered. "I thought you'd l-like it... I was trying to wake you u-up..." He felt tears welling in his eyes. "I've seen Mom do it to you..." "You have?" "Uh-huh... and you said: oh fuck... yes Sarabi... and then Mom said--" "Okay... ahem... okay. I get the picture!" Mufasa's expression softened, but his cock was still as hard as a rock. "I'm sorry for snapping at you son." "Y-You are?" The cub sniffed. "Mhm. You were actually doing a very good job." "I was?" Simba's tail started flicking, and with a mischievous smile he returned his muzzle straight to his father's meat, his head bobbing, suckling and tonguing anew as if his little life depended on it. "Unff," grunted Mufasa. "Good boy!" The king fell onto his back again and sighed deeply as his son, buoyed by encouragement, carried on his work. Amongst the chorus of lion snores rose new sounds - lewd wet slurps from the boy's maw, and deep groans of satisfaction from the king's throat. "How... unff... how about you come on up here, son?" Mufasa picked Simba up by the scruff and placed him on his mighty stomach. Simba purred at it's wonderful warmth on his paws, especially in comparison to the hard dusty floor. "Should I carry on Dad?" He grinned. "I think you should finish what you started, don't you?" With a playful wink the cub faced the royal cock, wobbling a little, unbalanced, as he turned. The great red rod greeted him, needfully twitching for his young maw. After a few slow teasing licks up the glistening shaft, Simba took the cock into his tight muzzle, and Mufasa exhaled contentedly at its warmth and wetness upon his tender flesh. In his face danced a wondrous eyeful of his boy's rump - his happily flicking tail, his bulging balancing cub-thighs, tight little tail-hole and cute dangling balls swinging gently as he keenly serviced his father. In his last moments of clarity, Mufasa reached a paw and gently circled the pink pucker with it, causing the cub to pause and gasp and arch his back, before returning obediently to his duty. Mufasa chuckled and lay back - the combination of the constant suckling on his sensitive meat, the marvellous view, and hint of beautiful boyish aroma quickly pushing him to the edge. He was huffing and groaning now, feeling the growing tension in his loins and the throbbing of his cock in the tightness of his son's muzzle. His hips took on a mind of their own, lifting to push the yearning shaft deeper and deeper, causing the cub to cough a little, his young throat squeezing harder, but not letting up. "Nnnnh Simba..." The king was straining and tensing, trying to hold in his moans. Every new innocent flick on his flesh or suction on his tip dragged control further away from him, until he was freely humping his boy's maw and groaning continuously. "Simba! You're going to make me.." With a final flourish Simba tickled the straining fleshy tip with his tongue, and Mufasa could hold off no more... With a lustful roar (causing the sleeping mass of lions to shriek and jump out of their skins), the mighty king's mighty balls tightened and his pulsing member fired thick hot ropes all over Simba's face as a consuming bliss paralysed him. "Nng...nng!" Still more rounds of royal sperm shot out, coating the boy and dripping and collecting in his awe-struck open mouth. It was strong and salty, but strangely enjoyable, and he swallowed the contents of his tired maw quite happily. He took to licking the rest of the seed that dripped from him and dribbled from the adults cock, which now drooped contented - spent at last. This he did with just as much enthusiasm, for a good number of minutes until he could find no more. He turned around to face his father again. "So... Dad... cos I made you feel good - now can we go check out that shadowy place?" Simba asked with the widest, most innocent cummy grin he could muster. But there was no reply. "Dad? Daaad? Humph!" Mufasa was fast asleep again, and snoring loudly. "Well that's just great..." grumbled the golden cub, dismounting his father's stomach and flopping onto his haunches. Then his ears picked up. "Oh Simba, my darling..." called Sarabi's drowsy voice. "...Mommy needs waking up too!"