The Lion King 2 1/2: Chapter 24 - A Delegation Of Dreams
#24 of The Lion King - Everything The Light Touches
Short And Sweet Introduction
- * * I have violated my principles! ..and made a story in the TLK universe with my own characters thrown in. I've had countless people telling me I should do this for a while now, but I've been avoiding it for a long time because I thought it would get too cheesy if I started imposing my own creations on the storyline. Most of those stories have a tendency to turn into a "this is what I would've done if I was a lion living with Simba!"-kind of ego-trips for the author. Hopefully this one is a bit more subtle. So please tell me what you think and email your comments to me through Yiffstar. I'd like to know if you think the new characters (or just some of them) should appear again sometime. If it's a success, they might return :) * * *
Enough Talk!
- * * The Lion King - Everything The Light Touches Chapter 24 - A Delegation Of Dreams by Mirri "Well? Are you ready yet?" Simba walked up to Kovu and Kiara who were nuzzling their last goodbyes. Kiara gave a lick to her mate's cheek, much like Simba had done just moments before to his Queen Nala. "Ready!" She smiled and joined her father's side. "Now remember, you're in charge of the kingdom." Kovu puffed out his chest at Simba's words and nodded, "Leave it all to me." Simba just murmured under his breath. He had always had a real problem letting go of his power and control, especially the one he held over his pride. Still, it was long overdue to give Kovu a chance to prove himself, because regardless of how Simba felt about it, he was the one who would one day rule the Pridelands. The pair turned and started wandering north, both of them had eaten a heavy meal to prepare for the long journey, and despite himself, Simba kept looking back towards Pride Rock behind him every other step as if he expected it to suddenly disappear when he was not there to protect it. He was finally snapped back to reality by Kiara bumping herself against his shoulder and nearly making him lose his balance mid-stride, "So where're we really going?" She asked gleefully. "I told you already." Simba chuckled, "We're going to visit King Tungora who rules the lands north of ours. He's an old friend of Mufasa. And myself, of course." Kiara thought for a moment, "So howcome he's never visited us?" "Oh, but he has. You were probably too young to remember, Kiara. I haven't visited him in far too long either." Simba went into his lecturing tone of voice, the one with which he had always explained to Kiara why it was important that she never stray too far from the pride or the paths he had marked for her when she was a cub. "It's important to keep friendly relations with other Kings. That's how you avoid a war like the one we had with Zira and her pride. We're going to see King Tungora to negotiate our border locations and.. mostly just to renew friendships. He has a large pride and he is very respected amongst other lions. So as long as he likes me, he will also make sure that the other prides surrounding the Pridelands will not attack us." He glanced sidelong to his daughter walking next to him, "Do you understand?" "Yeah, I think so. If he's our friend, all the lions nearby are our friends?" "Something like that, yes. Our majordomos handle all of our correspondence, but it is important to meet muzzle to muzzle once in a while too." The two lions walked side by side across the dusty plains. It was morning still and the horizon was shimmering with the heat of the warming earth. The weather was still mild and pleasant, but it would not be long before the wave of heat would strike and by noon it would be too hot to travel. They would cover more ground at night. "So why am I coming?" Simba looked to his Princess and smiled gently, "I'm certain Tungora wants to meet you. He has heard a lot about you already." There were other reasons too, but Kiara would become aware of those soon enough. Noon came and the two leonines sought refuge in the shade of a tree. Cuddled up against each other they relaxed and slept away the afternoon until the air was cool enough to accommodate their long trip again. The pattern continued like this for a few days and even though they had now crossed into Tungora's territory there was still a long way to go in order to reach his pride. It gave them an opportunity to talk many things through; they had not spent this much time together since Kiara was a cub. Darkness came and judging by the last few nights of desert chilliness, Simba flomped down on his side under an acacia tree and Kiara followed the motion, purring as her father hooked his forepaw around her chest and pulled her form in to fit against his. It had simply become too frigid to travel at night as well, especially for two lions that were used to sleeping in a warm pile of cats. Now they had only each other to draw warmth from. It was less than a day's journey to get to Tungora from here, Simba estimated, so this would be their last nap together. He kissed her between her ears while he stroked her tummyfur softly, making sure she was as warm and comfortable as he could make her. Of course, as a King being used to satisfy more than a dozen lionesses a day, the last few days had been pretty rough on him. He had purposefully been walking in front of his daughter, because the sight of her rear was too distracting for him. And now again, with her lithe form spooned up against his he could not help but to grow hard against her rump. It was difficult indeed to control his urges with such an attractive young lioness wrapped up in his paws, but he knew that his mission was more important. They both had to stay neat and clean for when they arrived. The King was not the only one here who was used to a much different rhythm in everyday life, however. He suddenly felt one of Kiara's paws on top of his own that had idly stroked her chest while they were resting. His Princess guided the paw down between her hindlegs and held it there with a longing purr. "Paw me, daddy.." She breathed insistently. "But... we have to stay presentable for Tungora." It must have been the first time in his life Simba had protested something like this. "I'll clean myself up." Kiara panted lightly, "Please. No one will ever know." She knew very well that the last line always made Simba's brain short-circuit and she was right once again when she suddenly felt a pawtoe squeeze into her moist slit and sink in deep. A lovebite to her ear made her twitch and Simba leaned in closer around her. "Are you going to be a good little girl and cum in daddy's paw?" He mrowled low, having already slipped into his role. "Oooh yes..." Her short little cries reached the branches above where a pair of eyes intently watched the lions playing in the dark. With nothing but a rustle of the leaves, the jet black crow took off again and headed further north to announce the arrival of the emissaries. The morning sun greeted the two by stretching a long shadow over them. The birds had started chirping around them and the droning of nearby herds all added to the usual background noise of the savanna. Simba blinked his eyes and squinted, having just enough time to let out a wide yawn before the blurry shadowy shape turned into that of a male lion. Tungora had been sitting here waiting for them to wake up and greeted Simba with a small bow and a smile, "Good morning, dear friend." The sound made Simba's still dozing mind startle and he quickly jerked his paw back from between the lioness' hindlegs. It woke up Kiara too and she found herself staring at up at a large grey-furred Lion King. His great mane was black as the starless sky and as the crow sitting on top of it, who was watching them all. The lion's underside was a bit more lightly colored, but still qualified as grey and his deep green eyes gazed at her with an expression that she could only describe as sheer nobility. Simba himself was speechless for a few moments. He had been the dominant and oldest lion around for a long time and to him, looking at Tungora was like looking at Mufasa. Without even speaking, the Grey One practically glowed with the same awe-inspiring majesty that has father had. "Come now." The Lion King broke the silence with a smile that inspired nothing but comfort in the hearts of others. "Join me in my cave, I have prepared a meal for us all." Simba and Kiara looked at each other and got to their paws, shaking the dead grass out of their coats the best they could manage before falling in line beside Tungora. He greeted them both with a nuzzle and headrub, overwhelming them with his affection before they all started to head back. The two Pridelanders were still a bit drowsy from waking up so abruptly, but at the grey lion's incentive, the two males quickly fell into discussing business about borders and wars, and Kiara moved back to walk behind them. "I heard of your conflict with Zira's pride. I was not present when it happened, unfortunately. I would have offered my help, but I am very pleased you were the victor." Simba just nodded thoughtfully. It seemed like such a long time since Zira had tried to take over the Pridelands even though it was less than a season ago, but that might have had something to do with the fact that Kovu had joined them and the Outlanders had been assimilated into Simba's pride immediately after the war. There were few casualties and it ended so promptly that they had all gotten over the experience rather quickly and life had continued without much interruption. It was a happy ending, so to say. Very few wars follow that path. "My sons were in charge, you understand. Although they can defend my kingdom fiercely they are.. not much good at anything else. They do not understand the intricacies of diplomacy. The oldest one is younger than you and I must admit I'm still surprised at how well you handle yourself." Tungora's wink made Simba blush like a little cub. He was just not used to having a father figure around at all. A living one, that is. It was easy to understand why all the Lion Kings looked up to Tungora. The small pack of lions finally arrived at the side of a rocky hill. It had been carved out or collapsed or whatever had caused the erosion, to contain a cave large enough to fit a dozen lions or so. Naturally, most of Tungora's pride had to sleep outside on the hill or around the nearby oasis; only the nearest family occupied the cave. A slope led down into the cave, sort of like a rabbit hole and once you were at the bottom you could barely look up over the slope to the grass outside. All the lionesses that lay strewn over the landscape raised their heads and stared with interest at the new arrivals. "Welcome to my home! It's a bit dark in the morning, but the sun shines down here in the afternoon. Best thing is that it's cool in the summer and hot in the winter down here." The King showed the way and Simba stepped up to Kiara just before she followed into the cave. "I have chased out my lazy sons so we could talk in peace here." Tungora called out behind him and directed his guests to the chunks of zebra legs that lay in a pile in the middle of the stone floor. Both Simba and Kiara pounced on the meat and started tearing off strips to swallow, under much amusement of the grey King. "Long journey, I take it?" They both nodded and kept chewing away until there was nothing but bones left. Tungora stepped up to groom Simba's chin clean of the stripes of blood from the meal and then gave the lion another nuzzle until they both rumbled and tickled each other's whiskers. Simba had been missed, it seemed. The grey King then proceeded to the female and circled around to inspect her. The lioness almost instinctively raised her tail up a little whenever a male passed behind her and today was no exception. "I have brought Kiara with me." Simba smiled at the two felines getting acquainted and licked his cheeks and nosepad from the meal, grooming himself clean while the meat sunk into his belly. Tungora raised an eyebrow at that. "Oh really? So *this* is your daughter that I've heard so much about." The young adolescent lioness did her best bow and cute little smile to melt the heart of the older grey lion. And she did it well. "I must concede the rumors were true. Your bravery is exceeded only by your beauty." Tungora licked his muzzle, but for entirely different reasons than Simba did. The Lion King was used to Simba bringing a lioness so they could exchange partners for the duration of the visit and he had no reason to believe otherwise today either. "I must say I am surprised you would bring your own Princess here." "Only the best for my good old friend." Simba smiled and bowed his head slightly, eliciting a chuckle from the Grey One. "Indeed." Tungora leaned in and rubbed his muzzle against Kiara's in a friendly manner. Even though it was her first audience with another Lion King, she knew what was at stake. Friendly relations between her pride and Tungora's were crucial to avoid other wars, and the last thing she wanted to do was to disappoint her father. Occupied with her thoughts and getting increasingly nervous as she desperately tried to avoid looking nervous, she lost control for a brief moment and did what she always did when a lion rubbed muzzles with her at home. She stuck out her tongue and licked across Tungora's lips. The motion was quickly reciprocated and Simba sat there in the cave of his friend, smirking with some satisfaction as the two lions in front of him started to make out. He knew the old King could not resist an ideal vision of youth and beauty of the magnitude that Kiara radiated to her surroundings. In fact, Simba had yet to meet a lion who could. After several long moments of tongue-battling, the Grey One drew back a little and licked his lips. "Such a skillful tongue." He remarked with obvious contentment and smiled wide as his green gaze fell deep into the pools of the young lioness' own eyes. Kiara felt the King's left paw slide gently up her foreleg to her shoulder and then forward up her neck until it rested on her head, half covering one of her ears. She crouched down under the symbolic weight of that paw, feeling her head being guided right down between the lion's spread hindlegs until his warm male scent enveloped her senses. The young Princess was reluctant to be used as a sexual pawn like this and only now understood what her father had meant by 'only the best for my good old friend'. Simba could have taken any number of lionesses with him, but he chose to bring his most treasured possession just so Tungora could see how valued the peace between their families was. Now it was Kiara's turn to swallow her pride, so to speak, and probably swallow a few other things in the process too for the sake of continuing a good relationship between all of them. The King must have been able to sense her initial unwillingness, because he started rubbing his plump grey sheath against her lips and muzzletip until she finally gave in and planted little wet licks on it. It was all instinct from there. Having done this countless times before, she did not hesitate to take the peeking red cocktip into her muzzle and started bathing it affectionately while her lips pushed back on the sheath to reveal more of that tender flesh. "Mmmmm..." The Grey One rumbled joyously. "It would appear that our talks have been.. interrupted. You wouldn't mind if we pick this up later, would you?" "Not at all." Simba grinned and stepped up next to the other lion. He put his forepaw down on Kiara's head as well, making sure she could not see her father lean in and press his muzzle against the other male's. Their tongues tied together and Simba pushed the 'knot' into his friend's muzzle, tasting him and teasing the roof of his mouth in a passionately wet kiss. Kiara never realized that the few spurts of precum landing on the back of her tongue had any connection with her father at all. He eventually pulled back, purring at the warm, blissful sensation that sharing such an intimate moment with his old friend had produced in him. "Go to the stream near the old fallen tree." His friend whispered, "I have a surprise waiting for you there." "I'll be back later, sweetie. I'll leave you two to get acquainted." Simba purred and fuzzled his daughter's ears with his paw while she was busying herself by muzzling the grey lion. "Oh don't worry about that. I'll acquaint myself thoroughly with every part of her." This visit was starting to shape out better than Simba could ever have hoped for. He took one last look at his daughter with some concern, but that feeling evaporated the moment he saw his friend's gentle smile. There was nothing but trust and loyalty in that lion. So without a third thought he turned and made his way out of the cave, heading towards the old tree as instructed. "Your father has gone now." Tungora smiled down at the young lioness between his hindlegs. "You're mine for the rest of the day." There was nothing sinister in his words, just a bit of urgency and Kiara would soon find out why. "Finish me off quick, young one. I want to know if your sex is as tight as it looks." Kiara was having a bit of difficulty already. This male was bigger than anyone she had ever met before and her cheeks were already spread wide to accommodate his massive lionmeat. However, with her mind firmly set on not disappointing this King, she paused for a moment and then deepthroated him fully in one go, causing a rumbling moan to echo off the cave walls. Simba had been sitting on the bank of the stream for a while now - for so long in fact that he was starting to wonder if he had mistaken the place. Were there other fallen trees? He had not been to these lands in a long time, but this truly was the only place he could think of that matched the description. He would have walked back to the cave again, but first of all it was rude to interrupt the King, and second of all he did not like all those lionesses outside of it staring at him. But he had to do *something*. Plus those berries on the bushes around him gave off the oddest smell. Not exactly unpleasant, but it made him feel a bit woozy. When he was just about to get up and walk down along the stream, a flash of white caught his attention out the corner of his eye. He turned his head quickly and froze at the vision before him. His forepaw stopped in mid-stride and he looked like time had just slowed to a stand-still around him. Appearing right in front of him was a pure white lioness, bright as the noonday sun that beat down on her at the moment. The light shone off her pelt and blinded Simba for a moment, forcing him to turn away in awe at her beauty. When he squinted his eyes nearly shut he could see the blurry image of her form. She was young, elegant and graceful without a fault. Her indigo blue eyes trapped his every thought and made his jaw drop. Simba had only heard about these lions in legends; never had he thought he would actually see one. In all the stories they were gods in leonine form, materializing so that they could speak and interact with mortal lions. To be visited by one was the greatest honor imaginable... but of course these were all just stories. He had listened to them eagerly as a cub as they were related by the elder lionesses in the pride, but when you go a whole life without seeing something it becomes more and more difficult to have faith in it. Simba himself had forgotten all about the stories entirely, until this very moment when they all came flooding back from his cubhood memories. "You must be Simba." The White One approached and wrapped her tail around his neck as she passed in front, teasing him with it and letting the tailtuft glide under his chin, showing an amazing prehensile ability. Despite his veneration at this divine creature, he could not help but to have his attention drawn beneath that tail every time it moved, only to discover the only non-white spot on the dreamy lioness. If he did not know any better, he would almost think that the lioness was trying to... no, it could not be. "Well?" She canted her head slightly, that ever-present grin making Simba's knees tremble like a capture wildebeest. "Y-Yes.." He blinked, dumbfounded at the ease with which the creature floored his every sense of self. Pride, lionesses, family, honor, integrity, nobility, royalty, problems, worries, joy, war, food. All these were mere words now, devoid of meaning. The white lioness standing in front of him *was* his entire universe at the moment. There was nothing else in the small bubble beside the two of them. Simba even found himself trying to summon a thought or a memory from his previous life, but he could remember nothing. A blank mind was an understatement here - Simba simply did not exist in comparison to the white lioness. She *was* all of creation. "Are you... a goddess?" The Lion King was amazed that he could even speak. The world seemed to halt for a moment as the lioness blinked with a puzzled expression. She laughed merrily at him, her voice chiming in the same way that Simba could only imagine a newly fallen drop of dew would sound like if you were small enough to hear it. "But of course." She winked and stepped up to headrub his chestfur and the part of his red mane that ended in a triangle there. He wanted to turn and flee, but found himself paralyzed - and fortunately so. Her touch simmered like the barren sun on wet fur and left Simba's chest tingling where she had just touched, long after her head had moved away. The simmering moved downwards and Simba could only watch agape as the white goddess knelt down in front of him and slipped his full erection into her warm muzzle. The touch came as a shock to him and he tensed up hard with a groan. Had he been aroused all this time, or did it take the lioness only a single touch to make him so? He could not even remember now; it seemed like such a long time ago already. At first he dared not touch her at all. He seemed to have missed that bit about the white lion gods coming down to seduce Lion Kings in those stories he heard as a cub. She hardly needed to move her head, the long tongue simply swirled and coiled around Simba's thick member, making him give off his precum at an increasing pace. His heart thumped in his chest so loud that it drowned out the rest of the jungle. In his desperation to gain some measure of control, he leaned over and put his paws on her back, stroking and feeling her fur even though he was constantly distracted by her skillful muzzle. Contrary to what he had believed, she did not move at all or in any way object to his paws. She actually started to purr deeply, which in turn vibrated her muzzle around Simba's lionhood, taking his breath away even more thoroughly than it already was. Gasping for breath, the Lion King suddenly came so hard that the universe started to spin. He roared out what little air he had left in his lungs, but even despite his momentary madness, he did not dare to hold the female's head down in his groin as he would have done with every other lioness in the world at this very moment. Suffice to say he was more than surprised when the white lioness stayed in place and just let him blow his five days' worth of needful seed right down her throat. She took it all, till the very end when Simba sat on all fours, trembling over her and watched her finally draw her wet muzzle back off his member and sit up in front of him, gleefully licking around her chin. Not a drop was visible on her muzzle, although that might have been due to the sunlight beaming off her white fur, which made Simba unable to see her as more than slightly blurry at best. Still, he was amazed that he had left not a single trace from what he dared say was his heaviest load in seasons. It had not been much of a relief, however. The experience had merely made Simba even more lustful for more - and the lioness knew it. She turned and gave a teasing *whap* of her tailtuft across the King's forehead to get his attention and then moved into a crouch right before him, tail aside. The legends had definitely left out the best parts. Yet Simba was hesitant about the lewd ideas that bubbled to the surface of his mind and demanded to be carried out. He wanted so badly to touch her, caress her, take her with reckless abandon. Those thoughts were winning out against his caution and respect for a mythic creature, and the dreams of sweet, tender lovemaking with a white goddess were replaced by lustful fantasies of bestial sex. There were no need for words. With a stiffness between his hindlegs that made it difficult to walk, the male strode over and flipped the slender young lioness onto her back before mounting her. He wanted to see the goddess moan and writhe in pleasure while mating her snow white form and he got exactly what he wanted when he started to push his throbbing lioncock up between the supple hindlegs of the female and deep into the iron tight grip of her folds. She was tighter than a virgin liongirl and Simba briefly wondered why he thought such a perfect being would be anything else. He stroked through her fur everywhere he could touch, amazed at the softness of it. It bent easily and covered her, not as bristling sharp as normal lionfur tends to be. Her sweet, tender moans that accompanied the male's thrusts into her wonderfully tiny slit was music to his ears that made him shiver down his spine. Simba gathered her up in his forelegs, embracing her so tight that he could feel her rapid heartbeat against his chest. He felt both embarrassed, but also incredibly aroused at even being allowed to make love to such a flawless being. The lion humped his sweet little treasure as if this dream could cease at any moment. He was too far removed from reality to speak; all that came out of him were eager little grunts while he rutted the slender, sleek goddess form of a lioness. She just seemed to smile wider with every thrust he gave her. "Breed me, Simba." She moaned with near desperation now, getting worked to the edge of sensory overload herself. "Give me your potent seed." Her voice was a hiss of wanting, driving Simba to rut her with all his might. Was offspring even possible with a creature from a different world? That was one of the questions that never entered the lion's mind, since the bright flash of existence that surged through his entire body like a lightning bolt was rivaled in its purity only by the fur of the lioness herself. Simba spewed forth his very soul with his torrents of thick, hot cum. The female followed moments after, growling as he felt her contract firmly and twitch in climax around his pulsing lionhood, milking it for everything he could give. The experience must have gone on for days, or so it seemed. Simba could recall every single one of her facial expressions in beautiful transitory slow motion as he poured his very essence deep inside the fertile goddess. In the end he was reduced to just watching her lie there in the grass and purr her satisfaction while he sat up again, trying to catch his breath. Acting on pure impulse he suddenly bent over her form and pressed his lips against her, wondering if she tasted as good as she looked. Her forelegs hooked around his neck and pulled him down into a deeper intimacy, the lioness parting her muzzle so he could explore every last crevice of her being with his tongue. He found himself craving her taste, desperately scooping the warm air she breathed into his own muzzle so he could nourish his spirit from it. Hesitantly he finally pulled his head back and licked his lips. "My brother would like to greet you as well." She smiled serenely and spoke with a accent Simba could not recognize. She looked behind the King, making him turn around to see yet another vision. This time the gleaming figure of a young white adult lion standing behind him. He was unsure how long they had been watched. Simba normally prided himself at being able to detect when someone was observing him, but this lion's presence was as ephemeral as the female beneath him. The white male had almost a full mane, although it was difficult to tell because it was the same color as the rest of him. He was sturdier built, but still not near the power that Simba displayed. The white lion's charm was quite a different one than strength. He was without a doubt the most beautiful male that the golden lion had ever laid eyes on. Slender as his sibling, yet athletic and virile as well. That, and he had the same aura of calm and desire that his sister had so deftly shown Simba already. The lion smiled and approached the two, rubbing muzzles with the King in greeting. Simba was not entirely sure who started it, but by the time he realized that he was licking back, the white male was already suckling lightly on Simba's tongue. Their muzzles met in a flare of heat and Simba closed his eyes so as not to be blinded by the bright one's fur while he kissed him deeply. The sensation was even greater than it had been with the lioness just moments ago; the rush that filled him every second he touched these mythical creatures felt like a climax in itself, and he did indeed squirt a few more times into the female with whom he was still connected. Only the voice of the white lioness could make them snap back to their senses, if only for a moment. "This is Namdi, my brother. I'm Mreeri." The names sounded familiar as if Simba was supposed to know them. Maybe they had been in the legends? The stories had been recited to him a long time ago, he could not remember a lot of details. "He's a real King... I've checked." Mreeri grinned up at the white male and for some reason the remark made Simba blush a bit of red under his golden cheekfur. He took a step backwards and slowly pulled his shaft out of her sweet sex, stopping when it popped free of her tight confines and hung dripping over the grass. Namdi gave a chuckle as he watched the clear juices follow out of the lioness' small slit. Nearly invisible against her bright fur they were, only betrayed by their glistening in the sunlight. The white male dipped his head down and without hesitation slipped Simba's stiff lionhood into his muzzle to clean it with his tongue. This made the King tense up again, still feeling oversensitive after having just mated the celestial female with all his soul. His barbs gave more of a jolt up his groin than before and Namdi was almost playful in the way his tongue brushed against them slow enough for the tiny spines to dig into his raspy tongue and interlock. Simba clenched his hindmuscles, really wanting to give the generous white lion a treat as well, but found himself to be all out at the moment, giving just a few dry jerks of his cock in the smooth muzzle as the exquisite dance of Namdi's frolicking tongue stimulated him. He ran his paw down the side of the male, relishing in the softness of his mane and backfur. With his curiosity grew his desire and before long he wanted nothing more than to feel this creature intimately as well. As if the leonine god could read his mind as well, he pulled away from the King and put his head between his sister's spread hindlegs, starting to clean her. It became abundantly clear from the soft little kicks of the female that Namdi was sampling what his golden friend had bestowed upon her with great impatience. He let his tail rise up high behind him, well knowing that Simba was watching in jaw-dropped awe at the scene playing out right before his very nose. The alluring sight made Simba drool down his chin and he walked up, swiftly leaping to his hindlegs and mounting the other lion without a word. The white-coated leonine was pushed down into a crouch by Simba's superior weight and sheer ardor so that his rigid shaft could poke in anxious desperation at the other male's rump until it found his warm little tailpucker hidden away right above his dangling pouch. Mreeri watched her brother's face between her spread hindlegs and she could see his expression contort and start to mimic Simba's. When both males had their fangs bared in a growl and their eyes narrowed to slits, she knew at that moment Simba had entered his new lover. Both the physical and spiritual connection between the two males was unquestionable at this point. Simba began to rock back and forth, albeit a lot more cautiously than his initial pounce had been. It looked as if he had realized just how impulsive he had just been and he was somehow trying to make up for it by letting Namdi adjust to the King's impressive size while at the same time fighting every nerve in his body that screamed for more pleasure. The gold-colored feline visitor had already worked up a decent steady rhythm by the time Namdi was purring away and started to scoop Simba's seed from the female's pussy as before. "Mmm.. you filled my sister up good." He remarked almost casually as Simba cautiously thrust back and forth in the majestic white lion. "Did you enjoy her?" "She was.." Simba paused in everything but the automatic motions of his hips, he felt shameful admitting this especially considering all the lionesses in his pride, "..the best lioness I've ever had." "Yeees.. she's the best." The white male purred and clenched around the King's thick lionmeat that relentlessly beat into his rear, groaning as the motions sped up with every passing second. Despite wanting to both savor the moment and respectfully make love with the two gods, Simba simply could not help the deep lust that these two creatures brought forth from the deepest recesses of his core. He knew he might have been a bit rash with the lioness, but now just as before, his emotions continually grasped his body and squeezed him till he was breathless and bucking at full speed. This kind of overpowering zealousness he had not experienced since the very first days with Nala as his lover and even that had been so long ago the true magnitude of his feelings back then had faded into forgetfulness. This moment seemed so much greater. It felt like sacrilege to have this kind of conduct with a leonine god of legend, but the blood-boiling thirst he had for these white lions was all-consuming. Simba could not stop even if he wanted to. He commenced to slip from his body, gradually becoming a numb observer and helpless to stop the rough golden King he was watching from ramming the white male in the rear so forcefully that his hindclaws slipped on the ground. His head fell forward and he inhaled the smell of Namdi's long, downy mane all around him. Memories of spring and bright colors flashed into view. The fragrance was a fantastic mixture of many scents he could not place, but all seemed hauntingly familiar as if their origins were *right* on the tip of his tongue. He gazed through the white chaos of furry strands right across at Mreeri who winked at him, her hindlegs still spread wide with Namdi's tongue wedged between them. She was having so much fun watching the boys play rough. "You are quite courageous. Most lions would not dare to mount a white lion." The female's voice made both of the lions' ears perk and cup towards her. Simba had little in the way of explanation apart from his deeply rooted lust. "Your balls feel wonderful." He groaned down at Namdi below him, drooling down the male's neck and loving the way he kept pushing back to meet the King's savage thrusts. Namdi could do nothing but chuckle brokenly between his own small cries at each jab he received in his tender tailtunnel. "Perhaps you would like a taste?" he offered. The reply had already formed in Simba's mind, but it never actually reached his tongue. More immediate urges interrupted everything and with a growl the male lion bit into Namdi's mane and tugged it hard. "May I.. *nngh*.. fill you?" He gasped urgently with a muzzleful of manefur, already sprinting for the finish and trying to catch up with his own rapid movements. "All you want." The male grunted back in his peculiar accent and dug his claws into the grass below him, knowing the power that lay in those well-trained hindmuscles of Simba's. It had become increasingly challenging to continue eating his sister's pussy out with all the fierce ramming up his rear and by now he had just given up entirely. Only a few moments later, both males started to grit their teeth and then snarled at each other viciously. They rocked back and forth in blessed disharmony and lifted their heads, Namdi snapping his fangs up at the male on top of him and Simba trying to pull his head the same distance away to avoid those sharp teeth. His barbs had flared out and were leaving their lasting impression by scraping through the delicate insides of the male's rump, but he refused to stop. Simba kept driving himself in and out of Namdi's tight tailhole while he pumped his thick seed into his lover. Muscles flexed beneath his hide, giving Mreeri a reason to lick her muzzle in anticipation while she watched her brother get overfilled with everything the Lion King could supply. Of course when he stopped jabbing back and forth, Namdi calmed down a lot more and Simba could eventually collapse on top of him, grunting and snorting with his heaving breath at the exhaustion that pounced on him just as sudden as his climax had. The white male was in no better condition, his pulse trying to catch up with him and he thought that his chest would burst from his berserk heartbeat. "Now I know what it is like to mate a god." Simba breathed out in a near whisper since his voice was pretty much suppressed entirely by his need for air. Namdi blinked once and looked up at his sister who just grinned widely down at him and looked exceedingly innocent. The white male could not help but to give an impish grin himself, "You do indeed." The King knew he could not stay where he was for much longer without fear of pushing his weight down on the white male enough to make it difficult for him to breathe. The numbness was spreading rapidly through Simba's limbs and they started to quiver with the effort of holding him partially suspended over Namdi, so contrary to his longing for the safe warmth of the white mane around his cheeks, Simba had to start pulling out carefully while stepping backwards. After having cleared his two companions he just fell down limply on his side on the ground where he was, exhaling with a deeply contented sigh. The other male rolled over on his back, showing off his rockhard erection courtesy of the wild mating he had just received. It was gleaming with beads of precum, most of which had been lost in the grass already. Simba was too spent to move at the moment, so he was treated to a show of the white goddess padding over behind her brother and taking him deep in her muzzle to make sure he got off too. Through the whole thing she just stared up over the male's body and straight into Simba's eyes. Her gaze was fixed and unblinking while her head went up and down, and the uncompromising insistence of her motions even after several minutes began to make Simba feel as if those lips were sealed around his own member. Naturally this got him hard again, with a little help from his paw that rubbed the sizable hunk of maleness he was carrying around. He could already feel the familiar sensation of endorphins spreading through his body, preparing him for what he knew was going to be a long, long day of constant mating. His eyes fell on her rump. Her shapely, soft, rounded, slim little rump. Soft enough to provide some resistance to the merciless hammering of a male lion, yet slender enough to make those same males drool at the sight. Simba rose to all four paws again, noting that Namdi was very much nearing his orgasm, and he approached the two felines. He was going to take this one step at a time. First he was going to refill all that Namdi had removed from the female's tight little sex. Tungora pulled out of the adolescent liongirl's cunny once again and fell down on his back with an exhausted groan. "I don't.. *pant*..think I can fit more in there." He breathed heavily, having taken quite a few rounds with Kiara by now, each time spilling more of his cum into her belly, and now it had started to back up. "Giving up so soon?" She giggled and turned to put her tongue to good use by cleaning up the King's dripping wet shaft. "Oooh.. careful there." He purrchuckled and lifted his head to watch her. "You're an insatiable little one, aren't you?" "Yep!" Kiara giggled and slurped up the inside of the grey lion's hindlegs, making him rumble in a pleased manner. A large paw lay down on top of her head again and she looked up. "Blow me again... I think I have one more left to give you." The older male winked down at her and tensed up when the lioness took him inside her muzzle again, suckling him expertly in order to entice him to surrender another load. "Mmmmm. You just *have* to teach some of my daughters that." The King purred and hung his tongue out the side of his muzzle, panting in pleasure. Her paw fondled and kneaded the great lion's balls, teasing him and making him twitch involuntarily at the nice sensations. Kiara pulled back his grey-furred sheath and slipped more of his massive liondick down her throat to suck him off hard. She knew already that he would not last long like that, and how right she was. The Princess had been surprised at how gentle and kind the Lion King had been with her - always taking it slow at first and making sure she was enjoying herself. Maybe she had just grown used to sucking off a lion and then moving away to take a nap, but this male seemed genuinely interested in her well-being. Her thoughts were interrupted by the groans of the large male and the small jets of cum that squirted in her muzzle now. It was more watery than before and in smaller amounts. If she was not much mistaken, she had almost reached the limit of what the grey lion could endure, all in one session. It took him a while longer to recover this time; his paw scritched behind her ear and tried to entertain her while he regained his strength. Finally he let her pull off his maleness and it started shrinking at the first contact with the cold air, retreating to its furry home. "We need a change of scenery, my dear. Come with me." Tungora rose to his paws and lead the lioness out of the cave, west towards the forest. The walk and fresh air gave them both a chance to rejuvenate and the grey King nuzzled her flank as they traveled the short distance. The two lions walked single file deeper in through the trees, bushes and winding branches that emerged around them now. "This place must look very scary at night," was the only thing that went through Kiara's mind at the time. Things brightened when they reached a green clearing, however. The ground was almost entirely covered in a mix of moss and short grass and Tungora finally sat down to indicate that this was the destination of their trip. "Kiara, I would like you to meet my sons." His wide gesture pointed around at the half-circle of lions that now stepped out of the surrounding bushes and foliage. There was a male of every age it seemed, from cub to adolescent and they all had the same big smirk on their faces as they surrounded the two in the middle. "Now, you will all play nice. If I come back and find you have not treated our lady visitor with the utmost respect, it's the anthill for the lot of you, understand?" The Lion King narrowed his eyes in a way that made the entire crowd of young males quiver ever so slightly. They obviously knew he meant business. And from that moment of menacing warning, he melted into the sweetest smile again in an instant as he petted Kiara's cheek. "Have fun, my dear." With that, he turned around and headed out of the clearing back towards his own pride. The assembled lions sat almost motionless for a while until one of them dared to step closer to the edge of the bushes to confirm that their father had indeed disappeared from sight. He turned and gave a grin and a nod to the others, immediately making them all spring to life and crowd around the liongirl. The oldest ones had traces of a mane around their necks and some of them even had these tufts colored as well. The youngest ones were just large cubs with no manetufts apart from the occasional dark patch between their ears, and then there was just about every age in between. They never stood still long enough for Kiara to actually count them, and she grew a bit nervous when they all flipped her over on her back and the oldest one stepped up, his red shaft hanging out already to hover just above her sex. "Let's see how many of us she can take at once!" He grinned and the crowd cheered loudly at the suggestion. It was getting late in the afternoon when Simba's eyes fluttered briefly and consciousness started to seep through to his brain and subsequently spread to his extremities. He had lost count of the times he and the white lion gods had all mated with each other so far and he was still determined to go through every position he could think of. And then start over. Speaking of which, every time he was ready again it seemed that both of the white lions would shuffle into place just the way Simba had thought about a moment earlier, but he never had to say anything. They followed his mindset and rhythm very precisely, as though reading his thoughts and obeying his every fantasy. After several rough rounds they had all just passed out for a quick nap stacked in one big, happy, purring pile of felines. Simba was the only one left in the pile now and he gave a great yawn that helped clear his blurry vision so he could focus on the white blotches ahead of him. Apparently they had moved off to the side and left him to catnap on his own. The two forms never managed to become entirely clear and sharp to his eyes, but he had started to get used to the sunlight playing tricks with the exotic white fur of his newfound companions. Mreeri was on her back, perpetually purry as usual and the male was on top facing in the opposite direction. Namdi was enjoying the satisfactory motion of sliding his stiff lionmeat back and forth in the female's muzzle after he had mounted his sister in a perfect 69 position - and at the same time he was feasting on her juices and the disarray Simba had caused around the taut slit between her hindlegs before they had all fallen asleep. The King lay there for a while, letting them continue while he was watching and growing stiff himself. Observing the sensual heat shared between the two beings got him more and more aroused. Simba got up to join them and moved in front of Namdi, hungrily eying the wet pinkness of his attention. For just the briefest of moments they looked like ordinary lions there, but their magnificence returned quickly again when Namdi looked up and put both his paws on the inner thighs of his white sibling to spread her hindlegs out for the King. Simba wavered not for a moment and split the female's sex with his hard shaft, driving in as deep as he could. Naturally she clenched at the initial surprise and he could even hear her muffled cry from underneath Namdi's groin just as the white lion's muzzle was pushed into Simba's warm groinfur when the King hilted the young female entirely. His thrusts were soon to follow and he felt Namdi's tongue lick just above the sheath and around where he could reach while Simba held the white male down under his paw. There was no doubt that the King had awoken and demanded entertainment. It was immediately apparent that the white male tried to match the other male's pace, perhaps out of instinct, perhaps on purpose. Either way, his white-furred balls were soon beating off Mreeri's nosepad when he pushed as far down her throat as he could go. Simba reached down with a paw around the white lion's jaw and raised him up from his crouching position all the way to a more squatting one like Simba himself was in. The lips of the two males met in a fervent kiss and they both sped up at the same time, each thrusting into their end of the panting female below. Simba's paw brushed backwards from jaw to mane and helped grasp the male's neck tighter and hold him in place while they rocked back and forth. Tongues encountered each other and after the inaugural greeting they began an intricately playful dance of tickling, fondling and maneuvering around, shifting the action from muzzle to muzzle so they could both share the taste of the exquisite lioness writhing beneath them that Namdi had collected on his tongue. A large drop of sweat had formed at the edge of Simba's mane and ran down his forehead, titillating his skin all the way down his muzzlebridge and making him quiver just as it passed his nose and ran onto Namdi's to continue its journey. This made the male open his eyes briefly and look up into Simba's own yellow pair. It felt as if their souls brushed past each other at that moment - each male getting lost in the endless, shimmering depths of the other. Namdi's eyes were icy blue yet there was no coldness in them, it was like looking into the clearest water of an untouched spring and it filled Simba with a sense of serenity he had not known since his cubhood. A sense that everything was well and he was safe in the presence of the two lions. Simba was distracted from his thoughts when Namdi's eyes closed and he focused more on the kiss again, leaving the golden male in a soothing state of mind for a moment before once more letting desire fill his mind and fuel the blaze in his loins. The King was almost too eager, he wanted to make love to them both at the same time, or somehow shift between them fast enough to experience them both. This desire drove his thrusts to maddening levels, but fortunately for him the two white ones felt so connected that he swore he could actually feel them both moan in his mind in gratifying union. Mreeri did not have to work too hard this time. All she had to do was lie on her back while one male mounted her in each end and thrust to their heart's content. Her cheeks protruded out to accommodate the thick siblingcock pushing eagerly through her muzzle and at the same time she could feel the King of the Pridelands' paw stroke her lower tummy between her hindlegs just so his pawtoes could feel the outline of his own massive liondick pump through her loins. Simba could tell the White Male was getting close by the sheer desperation inherent in the way he mated his sibling's muzzle. The Golden King broke the kiss and immediately pushed Namdi's head down again while simultaneously pulling out of the lioness' sweet insides, however much his urges might disagree with that decision. The transition from wet sex to wet tongue was only momentary as the white male quickly wrapped his muzzle around Simba's full, wet cock and sucked it till Simba started purring loudly again. The quick retreat had taken away the haze of distraction around Mreeri's mind and now she merely felt a pleasant buzz in her nether regions when Namdi started to cum his balls out into her tight, slurping muzzle. His tail arched up high and once again his sister did not disappoint. Mreeri swallowed it all as fast as possible, milking the male's thick, red pole for as much as she could get out of it. The moans and hot gasps Simba felt around his lionmember were priceless - all of them from a male struggling not to close his teeth, and working hard to suppress a roar from his innermost being that fought to be expressed. The fact that all the white lion could taste was precum mixed with his sister's heated juices, all coated around the barbed rod like sweet candy did not exactly help his restraint either. He gave all he could, hindlegs shaking at the last few spurts and still he continued working over the King in the expectation that he would want to finish off too. Simba had other plans, however, and he soon pulled back on Namdi's mane and slipped free of that affectionate muzzle of his. The White One's mind was too veiled in the afterglow and urge to get his pulse under control again that he did not ask any questions, he merely rose to his feet and stepped off the female, figuring that Simba desired no more of his participation for the moment. When the white male moved back, he left a long rope of cum between his pointed cocktip and the muzzle of the young female, which stretched thinner and thinner as he stepped away, eventually snapping with a soundless rain of tiny droplets over Mreeri's face. Surprisingly enough, the King followed Namdi's move and sat down in front of him, resuming the kiss from before, only this time tasting just the slightest hint of his own pre-seed. However, it quickly became apparent that Namdi was not in the mood for more affection until he had at the very least recovered the ability to breathe again, so Simba turned to the female once more. Mreeri had rolled over on her belly and was facing directly away from the two, her rump elevated and her tail aside since she had anticipated that the King was going to need relief after he had refused it from her brother's muzzle. Simba directed his attention to the female waiting her turn again and she responded with a pleased rumble when the golden cat mounted her, only this time he aimed high. His entire, fat lionshaft, covered with the saliva of the white lion was forced right through the protective clenching of the female's tailring and driven to its very root in her ass until Simba fully felt her wet sex against his balls. Her eyes widened and she bared her ivory fangs in a pained groan as the great male rammed it in her. "You Kings sure take what you want, don't you?" she snorted with anger at being violated so deeply in her tailhole. Biting down on her neckscruff, Simba rumbled in dominance over her and felt renewed vigor and excitement flow through his veins. This new turn of events was as if he was mating her for the first time again. It certainly seemed like it was the first time she had something that big in her tailhole. "You know you like it." He whispered into her ear in a voice that dripped with salacious intent. The lion had become a lot more brazen in his dealings with these divine entities, it would seem. Or perhaps he could simply not conceive of a perfect, glorious godsend of a lioness that did not want to take it every way a male would please. She truly felt tight like a cub in there and made the cutest little noises when he started to mate her, slowly driving his thick, sloppy cock in and out underneath her elevated tail. The drool of her brother offered some lubrication, but it was not much to withstand the heat and tightness of her tailhole. Namdi's spherical ears lifted up and he was intimately familiar with that distinct sound, even if Mreeri acted like it was her first time being taken there. He padded closer to the two and while they were going at it, he climbed onto Simba's back and repeated the motion that the King had just gone through with his sister. "Let's see how the King likes it.." Namdi purred ominously and sunk his own semi-erect malehood into the clenching heat of the Golden King's rear. Simba gnashed his teeth at being mounted himself and he crouched down all the way until Mreeri's back was pushing against his chest and belly in order to accommodate the weight of a third cat on the pile. The King licked over the back of Mreeri's neck and ears repeatedly, rumbling in a soothing tone to the smaller female who kept straining while he took her in the tail. He himself was now mounted and Mreeri's saliva was the only soothing he felt when the white lion began humping his partner. Namdi felt his erection return swiftly through the arousing motions, and before he knew it he was working his hindmuscles eagerly back and forth, his balls frothing with a fresh load. The golden lion could feel no shame - nothing could be more exhilarating to him than being taken by a white leonine god and shown that kind of intimacy from someone so immaculate in every way. The presence of the two spirits made him feel invincible and so absolutely secure that it was equaled only by his feelings for Sarabi he had felt when he was a cub. Simba moaned out shamelessly with every single thrust he gave and received, and made no attempt to hide the fact that his very soul shivered in pure unclouded pleasure at the surreal experience he was going through. He took the female hard, making her cry out and drool her brother's cum down her chin while she was claimed in her tight little place. The three large cats fell into perfect synchronization after a while, and by now the growling, panting, hissing and moaning must have scared away every living creature in a two-mile radius. The sun would go down soon and Simba was looking forward to it - if only because both of the lions still looked blurry through his squinting eyes. The light reflected off their fur far too brightly for Simba to stare at them for longer than a few seconds at a time before he had to close his eyes to allow the stinging to pass. It was almost like gazing into the sun itself, but after sunset he was sure he would be able to see them in their true form. White goddess or not, she would be begging for his milk before the end - that, he was certain of. Unless of course that delicious rutting in Simba's own rear from the other male did not force him to surrender his seed too soon. Already his hindmuscles were contracting involuntarily at the wonderful banging he was getting. Kiara had been tense and uneasy at first. Who would not have felt that way when two dozen horny males surround you? Yet at this point she was more amused than anything. She wondered if any of them had actually been with a lioness before, because apart from just a few of the ones with manetufts, it did not really appear that any one of them knew what they were doing. The lioness spent more time waiting for the two or three horniest of them to stop fighting each other over who was next than she did actually being mated by them. And on several occasions, some of the younger and smarter ones jumped up and humped her for as long as they could before the older boys suddenly put aside their differences for a moment to chase away the cheeky usurper. The oldest lionboys were the only ones strong enough to keep any form of order, but naturally they were also the ones to finish off first. So by the time they lay piled up in a corner of the clearing, panting for breath, anarchy broke out amongst the younger males. Occasionally she would have to settle the dispute by simply walking over and sucking one of them off. They all wanted to mate her 'properly' it would seem, but the moment she started actually blowing one of them he fell strangely silent and stopped fighting with the others. In the end, the adolescents were ready to go again and chased the others away so they could have another go at the female. This way most of them were reduced to just watching and pawing themselves off while their older brothers mated with the beautiful stranger again and again. At least they could get the satisfaction of spraying their white ropes of cubcum over Kiara's back and face as she lay there, pinned under a lionboy. The one on top of her was more often than not too busy trying to look like he knew what he was doing to growl at the others when they got too close. Simba had thought that nighttime would make the white lions' halos disappear, but when he woke up it was a full Moon. The other two were still piled up next to him where they had all fallen asleep, and the strong light from above made their pelts glitter almost silvery white. It was not as blinding as before, but it still looked completely unreal. Golden lions such as himself would turn pale and greyish in the light of a full Moon, but these lions just turned.. he did not even know how to describe it. It was unlike any form or color he had seen before. He reached out with a curious paw to stroke down the female's side, and although he was *almost* certain that it felt just like before, he still had to close his eyes to be sure. Just watching the strange color made his mind *demand* that what he felt was pure liquid. "Ohhh, the King is awake again." The white lioness chimed when the touch of his paw woke her up again, and she smiled her toothy, yet calming smile at him. Simba felt the white male stir behind him and a chuckle emitted from back there when he leaned over the King's form, spooning him quite affectionately yet with his head resting on Simba's neck and in his mane so he could watch as well. The lion was much too preoccupied with stroking his golden paw down the front of the silvery white lioness to even notice the white lion's own paw sneak down between Simba's hindlegs and grab a hold of his full erection. Until Simba felt the paw there, he had not even noticed how aroused he was. The paw began to exquisitely stroke him and the King moaned out as he stretched his form languidly, still under the spell of the sleep-beast. He lifted his top hindleg in the air a bit more, giving the white paw better access to him as he lay there on his side. "Go ahead.." The young white male purred from behind with his angelic accent, having noticed Simba's yearning gaze over the long, stretched belly of the female even before Simba himself had realized he was staring. Simba reached up a paw, brushing through the silvery white fur of the lioness. It felt like pure, angelic fuzziness that could put you into a blissful sleep at the mere touch of it. Perhaps, had it not been for the paw relentlessly jerking him off at the moment, he might have passed out right then and there from pure joy. His pawtoes combed through the fur, coming upon one of the many small pink mounds hidden underneath it. He massaged and stroked it, increasing his pace when he felt it harden and grow ever so slightly. With a look up at the soft smile of the lioness, Simba whined a little and tried to tug her closer to him with his paw. She gave a giggle at the big playful Lion King and helped him scoop her up until he could bury his face in her bellyfur. A lustful growl was his response to the paw that stroked him off so good and he then started suckling like a cub at the pink mound he had nurtured into sticking out of the female's fur. Mreeri's paws brushed down along his mane and scritched behind his ears slowly while he entertained himself there. Little squeals of delight finally came from her as the whole pile of lions started to speed up all the stroking, suckling and scritching. Eventually Simba pulled his head back for air and gasped at the unexpected jolt of electricity that went through his spine, heating up the contents of his balls to the boiling point. "You want to cum on my sister?" The white male rowled from behind, squeezing Simba firmer as he pawed him off at an almost mad pace. "Oooh yes.. yes I do!" Simba begged and began bucking his hips into the empty air with feverish desire, especially when the lioness inched her way downwards into position and put her top hindleg up on Simba's. The great Lion King took one look down at the entire beautiful front of the lioness, from her lifted head and exposed throatfur, all the way over her chest, belly and down to her supple hindlegs that lay spread before him, baring all. He roared with searing, unadulterated pleasure and started spraying his thick lioncream all over the angelic female's front. Every powerful burst that hit her chin and throatfur only made him roar again and cum even harder. The moonlight made it easy to see the glistening strands of liquid that Simba spurted onto the female's fur and he kept painting her till her chest and belly were practically soaked in the stuff. The white male never let him relax until Simba felt his balls ache at trying to produce any more. It was all too much for Simba's pleasure-addled brain to comprehend - he rolled his eyes and promptly passed out with an image burned into his mind of the female bowing her head down to look and lick her lips at the mess she would now have to clean up. It was hard to say how long he had been out for. It was still night and the lion suddenly thought of his daughter. One of the first coherent thoughts he had had since he came to the stream earlier today. Simba jumped to his feet and made the other two in the cuddlepile *mrrorw?* and wake up as well. "My daughter. I have to get back." Simba looked almost panicked for a moment. He could not remember the last time he did not know exactly where Kiara was. The uncertainty was worse than anything else and that unmanaged paternal instinct that Simba possessed was once again making all his judgments. "Aww, you wouldn't leave us, would you?" The two lions smiled sweetly and waved their enticing white tails at the King. It sounded like they had spoken the exact same words in chiming unison. "I... I have to... I.." The excuses started to crumble in Simba's mind. He could not even focus on what he was trying to achieve by making these excuses. Something about his daughter, was it..? Both of the virtuous white deities giggled and *purrrrred* at Simba in what could only be described as a pure siren call that made him take a step closer. Mreeri rolled over on her back with all four legs in the air and her brother stepped up behind her to put his head down over her belly and start licking up the remains of the mess Simba had made of her earlier. Simba dropped from his sheath, hardening in record time and he drooled involuntarily at the scene, his mind stimulated in the same way that a fresh chunk of red meat made his senses tingle and paws ache with desire to reach out and take possession. He gazed at the blessed union with wonder, Mreeri on her back and winking at him just at the same moment that Namdi bowed down and lifted his tail up behind him. It was not just their blurry appearance that made them look like one creature melted together, they really acted that way too. Despite Simba's concern for his daughter, the promise of those white balls grinding against his own once more was too much of a temptation for the King. He hesitated just enough to rationalize that he might never get the chance again before he pounced onto Namdi's back, pushed him down in a crouch and then forced his heavy lioncock as deep into the male's tailhole as it could possibly go. Simba exhaled in a blaring moan of pleasure as those soft, velvety white balls brushed against his own, never once paying attention to the somewhat strained whimper from the stuffed lion beneath him. He just started bucking his hips and leaned over to *rowl* at the male's ears, "Keep licking my seed!" Namdi had to widen his stance to brace himself against the savage thrusts of the male behind him. The catnap certainly had done its job to revitalize the Lion King. The white lion kept grooming his sister's sticky tummyfur clean as commanded despite the enormous distraction from behind, and he felt quite fortunate that his slippery insides helped accommodate the King's size. Simba gave it all he had, seeking more than anything the sensation of the white male's balls dangling whenever his own sizable pair smacked against the back of them. "If I bend over the fallen log, will you take me next?" It was the white goddess who spoke in that cherubic voice that never ceased to amaze Simba. How she managed to say something so naughty in such an innocent tone was a mystery. Simba stumbled over his own sexual hunger at that question, remembering what seemed like ages ago when he had done exactly that with Kiara. He could not discern by the white lioness' enigmatic expression whether or not she actually knew that putting young lionesses in a more or less helpless position while claiming them was something he enjoyed greatly, but she had certainly ensnared his interest there. Perhaps oddly enough, the thoughts of Kiara did not actually make a link between his earlier need to check up on her, in his mind at the moment it was merely a memory of how to properly position a young lioness for a good, hard ride. "Mmm.. yes. I'll have you next." The great King licked his lips as he looked over the slender silvery-white female. His lewd mind was already laying plans for himself and Namdi to share the lioness over the fallen log. This could prove interesting indeed, and morning was an eternity away. Tungora stepped carefully across the sleeping bodies of all the male lions lying scattered all over the clearing. Most had cuddled up with each other in piles, so he only had to carefully maneuver through a small maze of them until he came upon Kiara in the middle. His paw rocked her shoulder gently to wake her up and she made a sleepy *mrrr?* before turning around and looking up behind her. The poor girl was practically soaked from head to tail in every last drop of boycum that all his sons had managed to squeeze out of themselves before they had fallen into what looked like a mass coma here. The King had a difficult time hiding his astonishment. The young lioness had worn out every last one of his sons. "Come with me." He helped the drowsy lioness to her feet and guided her out of the pile of young males, managing to avoid stepping on *too* many of them. The lion took her with him towards the river and finally allowed her to flomp down on her side again once they reached the bank. Here she would be safe from them when they finally came to. Kiara was too sleepy to resist Tungora's insistent prods of his muzzle and various licks on her body as he examined her. It looked pretty much like every one of his sons had pawed himself off on her and he recognized the taste of quite a few down between her hindlegs as well. They had given her a good ride, that is for sure. Thick globs of semen dripped off her hindlegs, off her forepaws and down her chin. She had gotten the most thorough cumbath his pride could offer. Even her pelt felt slippery when Tungora stroked his paw across her flank, the thick layer had seeped through her fur to her very skin. The lion smeared some of the liquid over the few dry patches Kiara had left and amused himself with that. "Not to worry, dearest. We'll get you cleaned up in the morning." He chuckled reassuringly and Kiara just smiled, already too tired to think. The trees provided some cover from the cold wind of the midnight desert and Tungora eventually lay himself down behind the female, wrapping all four legs around her and pulling her back against his chest to cuddle her up for warmth and security. He rumbled with some contentment at snuggling himself in the wet seed of his sons, grooming Kiara here and there where he could reach. "Would you honor me with a last sample before we sleep?" He whispered behind her, cleaning the back of her neck with large, gentle strokes of his tongue that soothed and relaxed the young lioness. Kiara felt depleted of energy entirely and she had occasionally let Kovu have his way with her while she dozed off at night, so the female just smiled and nodded, closing her eyes firmly. "Do you take it in the tail?" The grey-coated King pushed his impressive shaft against the inside of the girl's thighs from behind in preparation, using her hindleg to pull his sheath back. "Mm-hmm.." She exhaled, suppressing a yawn. As carefully as he could, Tungora squeezed his malehood up into her tight little tailhole for sloppy seconds. Or fifteenths, to be exact. "Mm.. you certainly are a brave and enduring little one." He kissed the back of her head affectionately and let her drift off to sleep while he slowly slipped his cock in and out underneath her tail. The rhythm was steady and gentle enough to put her to sleep and it would take him quite some time to get off like this. He was savoring the sensation as much as possible. After all, it is not every night that you get to fuck another Lion King's precious little Princess in her rump. Simba had once more lost track of time, not to mention the number of orgasms he had had since he had pounced on the white male earlier. He knew the Moon had moved; he just was not sure at all where it had been before. Time was an elusive thing in the presence of these beasts. He backed off Mreeri's rear and popped free with a wet sound, unplugging the female so she could roll over on her back and purr in contentment. Simba staggered for a few moments and then fell over on his side with a heavy grunt. The kind of exhaustion that normally only came from four days of mating a couple of lionesses in heat had taken these two lions less than a day to achieve. The two white ones looked at each other and spoke in some archaic language that Simba could not understand. His mind would have had enough trouble understanding his own language at this point, but he was still present enough to appreciate the chiming tones and gentle purrs of their divine tongue. After a quick exchange they seemed to come to the conclusion that the golden one needed to rest now. Somehow they managed with enough prods and playful bites to get Simba awake enough to make him stand up on his paws. He was led down to the wide stream and stood there knee-deep in it, trying to stay awake while the two white lions circled around him and cleaned him from eartip to tailtuft with the cool waters. It felt chilling to the bone, especially in such a cold desert night, but it did help him to stay awake a little while longer. Simba was fighting to keep his eyes open and more importantly to keep his balance. Occasionally he started tipping over and one of the lions pushed its weight up against him to keep him upright. The two white siblings also made sure to clean a few select parts of him more thoroughly with their tongues, which also helped to keep him conscious. The sheer fatigue he felt was enough to make him black out now and again, and he was more than happy when the two white ghosts were satisfied with their work and led him out of the stream again. Simba collapsed on the bank with the tip of his tail in the water and fell asleep instantly. With a caring heart, both the white lions kissed him goodnight on his cheek and then curled up around him to keep him warm as best they could throughout the remainder of the night. The Golden King had earned his rest indeed. As he might have imagined, both of his companions had disappeared when the first rays of sunlight hit Simba's face and insisted that it was time to wake up. The powerful feline pushed himself up on his paws and stood there, swaying a bit as he got used to the idea of standing again. The previous day had been so unreal; these mythical creatures had appeared out of nowhere and made his every desire come true. His exhaustion and the aching joints were real enough, however, but sleeping at night in the cold wind with wet fur could do that to him as well. He started to make his way back towards Tungora's pride and began to collect the scattered puzzle pieces in his mind of the events that had transpired the day before. It all came out like a dream. Thinking about it now, he could not remember whether the white lions' muzzles had moved when they spoke or if he had just heard their voices in his head. Not that it was something he had focused on very much at the time, but the only point he could remember their muzzles moving to speak was when they had spoken that beautiful language with each other. The golden Lion King made his way back to the oasis after having checked the empty cave. Those were the two most likely places for the grey male to occupy - and lo and behold, Tungora was lying right there next to the water on his side, resting in the morning sunlight with Kiara's head between his hindlegs, busily sucking him off. He sure knew how to get some mileage out of his visitors. "Simba! You had a good dream, I take it?" Tungora winked at the other King, but he barely had time to answer because the moment Kiara heard that name she pulled her muzzle away and ran over to pounce the golden male. "Daddy!" She giggled and lapped at his face, planting the other male's scent all over him. Simba sputtered playfully and tackled his daughter to the ground with a grin. "Yes, it's me! Now don't lick my face off." He chuckled and gave the eager lioness a hearty nuzzle. He noticed her fresh scent of river water and her clean fur, courtesy of the bath she received this morning. Still, he could not help but stare over at the grey lion's member. It was hanging there, sweating with large beads of his daughter's drool since he had interrupted them in the middle of everything. Simba licked his muzzle to taste the musky scent in the air. The other Lion King just looked at him with a gentle smile, "Next time, my friend. I am certain you are missed by your pride already." The three of them nuzzled their goodbyes and the Pridelands' diplomatic party left behind Tungora and his pride to head back home. The grey King could watch them only with amusement as they both limped slightly on their way back. It had been a memorable day indeed. The pair did not speak until Simba was certain they were well out of hearing range, and that no crows were following behind. "Did you have a good time, sweetie?" Simba's voice was a strange mix of uncertainty and fatherly concern, but Kiara confirmed only his hopes and none of his worries. "Oh yeah, it was great." She bit her lip a little. An odd gesture, so the King persisted. "You're sure? He wasn't too rough with you or anything?" Kiara just had to laugh and shake her head, "No, not at all. I had a great time, daddy. Really." She purred and rubbed her cheek against his, of course neglecting to mention that she had been entertained by an entire crowd of young, horny teenlions who had spent most of their time stepping over each other to get their turn. Simba had missed the endless enthusiasm of his daughter and he was the one who knew best how to channel that abundance of energy into something useful. The very first chance he got to do so was at their by now regular noon nap under a tree. All he had to do was roll over on his back in the shade and show off his stiff lionhood to make his Princess bow down and take him in her muzzle. "Mmmm.. good girl." Simba squinted his eyes and purred with a rumbling bass sound. "We'd better take the way by the river home. You're going to need a lot of cleaning up before we can return to Pride Rock." He licked his muzzle at the sight of his beautiful young daughter busy at work between his hindlegs. It was going to be a long way back, but now that Simba did not have to worry about looking presentable or indeed worry about being seen out here, he had a feeling that the trip back was not going to be nearly long enough. Tungora sat at the edge of the oasis, waving as the Pridelanders departed and he watched them until they disappeared in the tall grass. On cue, three pure white lions stepped out of the bushes behind him and moved up to sit down next to him, all of them grinning. Swafi, the oldest lioness and mother of both Namdi and Mreeri, brushed her way past Tungora and stole a kiss from his lips. "Did you give my friend the experience of his life?" Tungora asked the two younger lions and gazed lovingly into Swafi's eyes before giving her an affectionate nuzzle in return. "Definitely." Namdi smirked and spoke without any accent at all. He shifted a little so he would not sit in the same position for too long at a time. Simba's bestial antics had really left him sore. "And you made him think you were gods?" The grey King did little to disguise his skeptical tone as he looked to the smaller female. "The way he acted, he was totally convinced we weren't real lions." Mreeri giggled, dropping the fake accent as well. "Excellent." Tungora smiled broadly. "Hopefully he shall be thankful enough to bring his daughter again next time. She was amazing." "Awwww, more amazing than me?" Swafi purrrrrred cutely and batted her beautiful indigo eyes at the bulky male. The Grey King laughed with a deep rumble that made the ground tickle the paws of everyone around him. "I am not entirely certain. You must remind me again." He put a heavy paw on the back of Swafi's head and guided her down into a crouch in front of him. Not needing any further encouragement the white lioness swallowed his maleness, which was still stiff and slick from when Kiara had played with him just before leaving. Namdi heard his father the King exhale in deep satisfaction, and he turned around to head back into the oasis to catch some more sleep. That golden King had worn him out enough to at least make him sleep for the next 20 hours. Mreeri turned as well to leave Swafi and Tungora alone to their little games, but she felt a paw grab her tail just as she was about to disappear into the bushes after her brother. "Don't wander off too far..mmmm..." The grey King murrred deeply at the muzzlejob he was getting from Mreeri's mother. "..when I am done here I want you to guide me through every last detail of what Simba did with you while I do it with you again." Mreeri's face lit up in a giggle and she blushed lightly underneath her white fur when the grey paw released her tail again. "Sure, dad." The white liongirl slipped back into the oasis to the sound of her mother already slurping away eagerly on the King's thick shaft. The very thought of experiencing that magical night all over again made her giddy with excitement.