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The Lion King - Everything The Light Touches

Chapter 21 - In The Early Hours Of Morning

by Mirri

Only the dull red of the sleeping Sun was visible on the far horizon when Simba jumped the last distance off the path that lead down the side of Pride Rock and landed in the dew-wet grass of morning. The stars were still visible in the sky on the opposite end of the reluctant sunset and the color was a beautiful gradient from black to dark blue to dusty red. It would still take a while for the Sun to make its first appearance today and the scent of the chilly morning air was still humid and laden with grass and water.

Once he had found a spot with just earthy soil and none of the sticky wet grass, the King crouched down with his belly against the ground and streeeeeeeEEEEEEeeeetched out his forelegs along the rocks and dirt, paws kneading the air. He gave a thorough shake of his red mane and continued towards the waterhole. Simba could not remember the last time he had been up and about this early in the morning. Usually he was the last one to wake up, but now everyone else were asleep in the cave and he was the only one out here. Or so he thought.

His forepaws tripped over the sleeping body of a creamy-colored lioness who was quite effectively camouflaged in the dim morning light, and he nearly lost his balance trying not to step on her any further while he comically hopped clear of her with one hindleg in the air, afraid to touch down.

Sarabi *mrrfled* and yawned, raising her head up as she was stepped on. Needless to say she had to blink her sleepy eyes a few times more to be sure that she was actually looking at her son and not some impostor lion that looked just like him. "What're you doing out here this early?"

Simba turned and grinned at the sight of his mother, slightly embarrassed that he had not noticed her there at all, "I could ask you the same. Why aren't you sleeping in the cave with the rest of the pride?"

"Oh, I guess I just fell asleep out here. I didn't want to get up and go all the way back." She smirked lightly and licked her muzzle a few times, adding another wide yawn to her morning collection before she sat up in a position to accept the first nuzzle of the day.

Simba sniffed around her a bit, still convinced that must have had company out here during the night, but he could not detect any foreign scents on her.

"I'm not as young as I used to be, y'know." She added in a playful tone and bumped her head against the lion's shoulder.

Simba purred heartily and licked along Sarabi's cheekfur, all the way up to her ear so he could nibble on it with his teeth.

"You're still young and flexible enough for me, mom." He countered and bit lightly at the side of her ear.

"You're awfully playful this morning." The lioness giggled and pawed through the side of his mane, claws catching on the knots in his fur here and there.

"Mmm.. you know, we're all alone out here." He whispered to her, licking through the inside of her ear in the most ticklish fashion he could.

"That's very perceptive of you, Simba." Sarabi countered playfully to tease him, but she did tilt her head to the side when he leaned his muzzle in and pressed it against hers. Their tongues tied between their lips for a moment before Simba pushed hers back inside and started to lap through her muzzle, tasting her everywhere.

Sarabi knew full well that the male was always feeling the most frisky in the morning and he would take any opportunity to play with his lionesses. Therefore it came as no surprise when she felt one of his forepaws grab onto hers and lift it from the ground, carefully guiding it over between his hindlegs. She dutifully gripped all four pawtoes around her grown son's sheath and started stroking him gently, taking her time with it, particularly because she was still a bit groggy from the sleep. Yet Simba did not mind at all, he slowly grew out into her paw, filling more and more of it and spreading her toes out as she kept exposing more of his flesh to the cold morning air.

He kept kissing her and played with her tongue for a while longer even as his full erection pulsed lightly in the female's paw. Eventually his head drew back to break the kiss and he licked his lips a few times.

"Mmm.. you've always known what I like." He purred with a hint of admiration in his voice.

"That's what moms are best at." Sarabi grinned back and licked slowly across the lips of her boy, letting him watch the beautiful lioness stroke his fully exposed erection slowly for a while longer before she leaned back as well and let her paw retreat to the ground in front of her once more.

He grinned at the lioness and brushed a paw up the side of her foreleg to her shoulders and onwards to her neck until it came to rest over one of her ears. "It's getting cold now."

Sarabi chuckled and under the weight of his paw she crouched down in front of him, her warm breath tickling his bellyfur all the way down until she slipped her son's sizable lioncock into her warm, moist muzzle and began to suckle on it lightly.

"Mmmm.. that's better." The King purred with appreciation, his maleness swelling a bit more now that a tight and warm muzzle around him was inviting it to do so. He scritched behind the obliging lioness' ear, watching her as she began moving her head up and down between his hindlegs to give him the first muzzling of the day.

Whisked away in deep contentment, the lion lidded his eyes and purred away into the morning stillness, already feeling the overflow from this night's production start to leak from his balls through little squirts of precum on the female's tongue.

"A little faster, mom.." Simba breathed and purred almost thunderously at the delightful tension that was building in his groin.

Everything went according to plan for a few minutes. The lioness pleased him in her usual, divine fashion that always made him grunt and lick his muzzle repeatedly, and all the other animals on the savanna were still asleep, thus enabling him to clearly hear those lewd little slurps around his long member. This was what being a Lion King was all about. Getting your loyal subjects to submit themselves to your pleasure, even if they were ones you admired and looked up to when you were a cub.

Suddenly, however, Sarabi pulled off him and sat right up again, much to his surprise. Barely had he formed a protest to the sudden lack of lion-pleasing around here, before the lioness spoke. "You know.. we *are* all alone out here."

It sounded a bit ominous at the time and before Simba knew it, the air was being coughed out of his lungs when he landed square on his back with a pouncing lioness on top. "OOOOooF!"

Sarabi just grinned broadly and took one of his own paws in hers, putting it down where her muzzle had been just moments earlier. "Mrrr.. why don't you help yourself a bit?" She mrowled suggestively and proceeded to walk up over him, stopping just when she was in the right position to squat down over his face. She had his head between her hindlegs now and her back towards the rest of him.

The male licked his lips in anticipation and already felt his heart beating fast at having been knocked over like that. He would have to wait a little longer as his mom straddled his face and then reached down to push a single claw into her little slit, opening it up for the King and letting her warm juices drip down on his nosepad just below.

With wide, curious eyes he watched as the female forced a pawtoe into her tight little hole and loosened it up for him. His tongue was soon to follow and it split through her folds and right across where she had teased herself while her paw retreated.

Sarabi moaned softly and suckled on her wet pawtoe with full enjoyment just as her son forced his curled-up tongue through her entrance and then spread it out to lick deep into her wet pussy.

His paw frantically stroked himself off below, the whole soft set of pawpads squeezing and rubbing up and down his full shaft, which had already begun squirting clear fluids over his belly in preparation. The two motions quickly slid into synchronization with his paw beating him off at the same rhythm that his tongue slipped back and forth in the lioness' sweet little slit.

Surely the astute lionesses back in the cave would have heard the moans of the older lioness down below, but Simba did not really care at this point. His other paw grabbed onto her rump and he pushed her down to squeeze his tongue as deeply up inside her hot cunny as he possibly could get it. The lioness squealed with joy and bit her lip, resorting to just groaning instead while the mass of leonine fur beneath her rocked back and forth as the male pawed himself off.

Just as they were both nearing the edge, Simba suddenly plopped his slippery tongue out of her sex and panted for breath between the web of fluids covering his face and muzzle by now.

"Quick! I wanna.. *MMM!*.. wanna fill your ass!" The lion growled and felt time speeding away from him, he was already pumping his paw rapidly just to keep himself going for a while longer and his flared barbs scratched against his pawpads.

Sarabi laughed out and sat down harder on his muzzle to keep him in place, "Oh no you don't." She growled back with a mischievous tone of voice and immediately slipped her paw down to stuff a toe into her sloppy wet pussy to get herself off in a hurry.

It was impossible to tell who won the race, but Sarabi was definitely spurred on when she felt the hot, copious lioncum fire up across her back and splatter against her in long, sticky ropes.

Simba himself felt the initial explosion in the female's loins and the juices that flowed generously after that. He lifted his head up to engulf himself in the temptation, licking all around his mom's toes as she continued to paw herself off to the sight of the Lion King eating out her muff while he himself was creaming up her back. Her happy little *mrewls* accompanied the ordeal and they did not cease until Simba eventually stopped licking her for more.

The first rays of the sun glistened off Sarabi's wet back as she stepped off the lion and fell over on her side with an exhausted grunt. The male looked down himself and noticed his own belly shining from the spurts that had not reached far enough to make a mess of his lover. He licked almost obsessively around his muzzle, nosepad and face in trying to clear away the scent and taste, but the stuff just kept sticking to him quite effectively.

"Mrrr. I don't think you're done yet." Simba gave a devilish smile as he rose to his paws and moved over towards the female. He wiped his sticky paw on her muzzletip and made her lick repeatedly to taste it.

"You mean there's more?" She teased.

The lion did not reply; he merely leaned down and began lapping up the white traces of his seed that he had left over her rump and up her back, which eventually made the lioness roll over on her belly and elevate her hindquarters so he could better reach.

After a few casual grooming motions his true intentions shone through and Sarabi tensed up a little when she first felt his wet tongue dip beneath her tail and slather her tailhole several times. Whether she was his mother or not did not matter in this Pride. She was not above a rough morning ride from the horny Lion King, especially when no one else were awake to please him.

"I told you, you weren't done yet." He growled low while readying his lioness for what he wanted from her. That way she was pretty well-prepared by the time the male finally mounted her and pushed his warm, oozing cocktip against the heated flesh of her tight tailpucker.

"Now tell Muffy how you like it." Simba rumbled in his deepest voice and with a quick push forward he buried his full organ to the root in the groaning lioness' hot rear, clearly aware of the tightness that was to be enjoyed by forcefully claiming her.

He knew they could not finish before the others would wake up and start to make their way down this path as well, but Simba only grinned at the idea of being discovered here by everyone on their way to the waterhole for a morning drink.

They would all get to enjoy the sight of Sarabi - one of the oldest and wisest lionesses in the Pride - getting it roughly in the rear and squealing like an adolescent liongirl underneath the King.

And the day had barely begun.