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The Lion King 2: Simba's Pride

Part 1

Written by: Zylen Andel

It was good to be the king...so good. Simba moaned as he rode Nalo's hard wet throbbing member with reckless abandon. The lust he was feeling from the searing hot orgy still raging around him mixed with the love he felt for Nalo and created a warmth in his body that made him smile. He groped his lover's chest while riding him hard, the cum they were both covered in smearing and squishing between their colliding hips.

"Oh, Simba...my king." Nalo moaned as he stroked the hard cock of Simba's wanting more cum from him, but also to give the lordly lion more pleasure. That was the point Mufasa had wanted to teach them all, peace comes from the mutual exchanges of pleasure from person to person. Everyone was equal in that regard, they couldn't take pleasure without giving it back in kind.

Simba looked deep into Nalo's eyes, finally seeing the future that had been promised to him by this lewd orgy. Those eyes were the ones that he would wake up to every morning, the eyes that would shine with happiness, the eyes that he would wipe tears from, and the eyes that he would look into for the rest of his days. Simba leans down and kisses Nalo deeply with a kiss that held all the love he felt in his heart.

The kiss surprised Nalo and he blushed as he returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around Simba's neck and holding him close. The world and even the orgy around them disappeared from their senses and all that mattered was the sweet kiss and hot love they were making under the stars. Their bodies seemingly disappeared as their souls touched in an erotic and loving embrace that further bound them together in love and harmony. Even as the orgy rages on, the two lions gasped and clutched onto each other as they climax together, their bodies shaking and trembling as even more cum covered their bodies.

Simba laid on top of Nalo for a quick breather, licking some of the cum from his lover's face. "Nalo... you're so beautiful."

Hearing the admiration and pure love in Simba's voice made Nalo smile up at him, teasing him, "You're just realizing this now?"

Simba let the joke float away, carried away by the scents and sounds surrounding them. Even within the massive orgy, they were alone at this moment. Simba and Nalo kissed again, tasting all the love and lust, they felt towards each other and feeling their hearts, minds, bodies, and souls unite.

"Simba!" Both lions snapped from their loving kiss and looked up at Mufasa who was smiling as he looked down on them. The smile on his face spoke volumes of his pride, "Stand up, son. You too, Nalo. This involves you both."

Simba and Nalo shared a knowing glance as they had known this was coming. So, as Simba pulled himself up and off Nalo's hips, the cock slurping wetly out of his butt. The new king stood on strong legs caused by the voluminous amount of adrenaline buzzing through his system. He helped Nalo to his feet as well, not being able to resist kissing him again before they stood in front of the gathered men. The orgy had subsided and now was the time to honor the traditions set forth by Mufasa and all previous kings.

Mufasa stood behind Simba with his hands on the younger lion's shoulders while Sarab did the same behind Nalo. The former king and queen of the Pride Lands spoke at the same time, their voices carrying easily to all ears. "Standing before you are the new king and queen of these lands. With the rising sun comes the rising of power. Here today, in front of all present, we recognize that Simba and Nalo are both ready to take on all the duties of king and queen. May their rule last for many peaceful moons."

The men surrounding them, still covered in cum and sweat, cheered and roared in celebration as the new king and queen were given the full breadth of their power. Mufasa and Sarab both moved in front of the new full rulers and bowed to their knees in front of them, followed by the rest of the men surrounding them. Nalo grabbed Simba's hand feeling a sense of pride wash over him as he would help serve these wonderful lands and the people who call them home.

Simba had known this was coming and was very prepared for it, his uncle had taught him something after all. "Rise, everyone, please. My uncle tried to take over the Pride Lands by subverting the lions of Pride Rock. Well, today, I'm going to start fixing the damage my uncle has done by reclaiming my people's place in the Pride Lands. And I'm going to start right now. Lunk! Step forward."

Having been here to atone for the actions of his people, Lunk... the ruler of the hyena clans... stepped forward with his head held high. Whatever he was being summoned for, he would take with grace and humility. He stood in front of the rightful king, as naked and covered in cum as Simba himself was, "Yes, my king."

Simba frowned, trying to find the words in his head to express his true feelings. He knew what happened wasn't entirely the fault of the hyenas, but they still had to carry some blame for what they had done to the lions and to the Pride Lands. Simba sighed and accepted his thoughts. "Your people were tricked and used, but the damage you have done to my people can't be forgiven until it can be undone. So, for helping Scar in his endeavor, I must sentence your people to exile in the Outlands until the lions can reclaim their hold over the Pride Lands."

There was nothing for Lunk to say, his people were suckered into helping take over the Pride Lands but they dominated the lions with such intensity that they turned most of them into cock sluts. That would take time to undo... time that Simba wanted to have with no hyenas around. To Lunk, it was the fairest deal his people would get.

"As you wish my king." Lunk turned to leave Pride Rock and the Pride Lands, trying to stay strong for his people.

"I'm not done yet," Simba said to the retreating hyena, who stopped in his tracks. Had he already disrespected the new king? He turned and saw Simba grinning at him, which only confused the stoic canine even more. "You tried to break Sarab and you threatened to make him your bitch. And for that, I'm going to punish you personally."

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It only took a few minutes to gather up all the items Simba needed to demonstrate his newly acquired dominance. He stood with confidence as a few lions tied Lunk's arms behind his back. The vine that now holding his wrists was strong and tight, meant to hold a limb without damaging it. It had little give and would prevent Lunk from doing anything more than futilely pulling against the binding vine. The new authority Simba possessed himself with seemed infectious to the other lions who were already starting to regain some of their former power. There was a small part of Lunk that wanted to protest to claim this punishment was unfair or unnecessary, but he knew better.

This was what he deserved for letting Scar manipulate him and use him to control the other hyenas. He was expecting something kinky from the lecherous former prince, but what he wasn't expecting was being pulled back into a rock and hoisted up so his toes were the only thing touching the ground. Simba walked forward and began to rub the muscular chest of the hyena leader, trying his best to soothe him before the punishment started.

"Relax, Lunk. This is punishment, but I know how much you hyenas enjoy this kind of risky fun. I hope I can do this right, by you."

Lunk was about to ask what he meant when he choked. He looked down frantically and tried to see what was choking him, but he couldn't see any hands around his neck. Looking over his shoulders, however, he saw the lions that had tied his hands behind his back were now tying a vine around his neck and around the jutting rock he was pushed against. This vine around his neck was different than the one around his wrists. This one had much more give, allowing Lunk's body weight to pull him down against it, but having just enough firmness to provide a suitable pressure to his trachea. If left alone, he would surely pass out and suffocate painlessly, but Lunk knew that being left alone was not in his immediate future.

The young king had proven the kind of libido he had, the scent of hot male sex filled his lungs with every choking gasp. The thrill of being choked like this, the danger of the risk, that was exciting to him...and Lunk knew now what Simba was here to do. Lunk had assisted in taking the dominance of the lions of the Pride Lands, so to restore balance Simba was going to take that power back. Lunk looked around at the other leaders and saw them standing as witnesses to Simba reclaiming his honor.

"Their people are going to watch the show, but the leaders of the other clans are also going to fill you with their cocks and cum as a show of loyalty to my rule," Simba said matter-of-factly, seemingly using that statement as a way of furthering the hyena's humiliation. Simba wasted no more time as he grabbed the thick thighs of the hyena leader and hefted them up, exposing the captive canine's helpless bang hole. A few awkward thrusts made Simba's hard cock grind against and between the ample but muscular butt cheeks, before finally that tight ring of muscle parted around the head of his cock.

"AHH!" Lunk grunted as he was penetrated again, the orgy had left him feeling quite sensitive and sore. But the pain of once again being spread wide by a thick manly cock only resulted in him moaning, though the moan was a bit choked as his body weight was still mainly supported by the vine around his neck. With his hands secured behind him, there was nothing he could do but take the cock of the king while the other men watched with their cocks oozing with anticipation. Lunk's cheeks burned with embarrassment at being the center of all this attention, but his body was burning in a different kind of heat. His arousal throbbed through him, making his musky skin flute stand straight up as he was pounded against that rock.

The other leaders all look at each other with mixed expressions, this was a very hot display of dominance but any one of them could find themselves here in the future. Bohsawn grinned, his crotch covered in slick and musky cum as he crossed his arms over his chest, "You got it, Simba! Show that dog how much you own that ass!"

Mufasa, Okono, and Kijani all share a glance with each other. When Bohsawn and Kijani, the leader of the crocodile clan, had walked in on Okono fucking Mufasa, those were the same words that the big elephant had said to Okono. Simba glanced back at them all watching him fuck the hyena and he grinned. The taste of the dominance that he had stolen from him was exquisite and every thrust brought back more of his power. "You know, I shouldn't just punish you here Lunk. Some of your hyenas should be punished with you."

Simba looked over his shoulders at the hyena clan on their knees watching their leader be degraded in the same way they had done to the lions of the Pride Lands. It felt as if his piercing gaze was freezing their hearts, but he finally settled on a group that seemed familiar to some of the Pride Landers, "You eight. Make yourselves useful and work the shafts of the clan leaders. Oh, and servants don't use their hands."

The hyenas looked at one another, trying to find a spark of resistance between them, but they had no room to fight. At least not while the entire kingdom is at their back. One by one seven of the hyenas rose and made their way to the standing clan leaders, dropping to their knees in front of them. Mufasa couldn't help but grin as the hyena who had assaulted his mouth on his return to the Pride Land no had to return the favor. "Now, Kolo, I'll get to see how sweet your mouth is."

The older lion grabbed the canine's head and forced his cock into the warm wet and unwilling mouth. He felt the gagging but held his meat pole where it was until the twitching throat relaxed. Then and only then did the old lion start pumping his fat cock into and out of that throat. Each of the other clan leaders had a similar start with their hyenas. There was not to be any sex between these hyenas and the leaders, they knew that. The only purpose the kneeling line of canines had was to ensure that the clan leaders remained hard and wet for when they took their turn at Lunk's ass. Mufasa was grinning to himself as he noticed the other two hyenas that had assaulted him with Kolo were also getting their faces fucked by Okono and Tubos, the gnu and hippo leaders respectively.

Both leaders had very large erections and the body types necessary to give someone a proper pounding. So, seeing the hyenas that had dominated him and humiliated his Pride now on their knees moaning and choking on two fat cocks was satisfying. He gripped Kolo's head tighter and kept fucking his tight throat. Even if the clan leaders had an orgasm or two here, their bodies were ready and trained to unleash their true lusts until they were delivering the erotic justice to the hyena leaders helpless butt.

Even Scar's right-hand crew weren't spared from the justice of the new king. Ed was eagerly and lewdly slurping on Kijani's scaled cock. The crocodile leader grinning with a satisfaction that ran deeper than the others. He enjoyed having power over other men, and having that power given to him by someone who had been the bitch beforehand was exciting. His sharp eyes studied the flexing backside of the new lion king as he fucked that hyena slut. With Ed sloppily sucking him off he barely had to hold the crazy canine at all to get his cock into that hot throat as deep as he wanted it.

Shenzu and Banzai found their throats occupied by the well-known fuck buddies of the Pride Land leaders; Vax and Whyrlia. Banzai had his arms behind him as he sucked and licked on Whyrlia's long giraffe cock. Though the cock was filling more of his throat than any of the others, he was thankful not to be servicing the rhino. Shenzu had his eyes slammed shut trying his hardest to concentrate on not choking on the thick powerful cock. Vax wasn't going slow at all, havinglearned how to control his lusts and arousal even when going full force. Each firm thrust made the hyena gag, but Vax simply grinned as he fucked hard and watched the canine leader getting pounded by Simba.

Bohsawn moaned as he fucked the throat of a very unlucky hyena who had to service his monster cock all by himself. The canine could only fit almost half of it into his mouth. The hyena fluffing Avyca's rod had a similar problem in taking more than half of the equine cock. The median ring was throbbing at the back of his throat and was hard to push any further. Bohsawn looked at the zebra, who glanced up at the larger male with a frustrated moan but nodded. Both elephant and zebra grabbed the heads in front of them and pushed until their hairy crotches were nestled tightly against the canine muzzles.

The hyena fluffers were all being used while the leaders waited for their turn at the bound hyena. Simba continued to fuck Lunk with all the strength, technique, and power he had obtained over the past years of his life. And soon, the first of many orgasms arrived inside of Lunk's body. Simba roared in triumph as he was the first to plant his seed into the punished male's ass, filling him with a flood of man milk. He pulled out quickly and set the used body down, turning towards the fluffers and his father.

"Dad, it's your turn to claim your dominance once more."

Mufasa continued to fuck Kolo's throat for a moment as he pondered everything in his mind. Finally, he looked at his son's young but regal face, "I'm not a clan leader anymore son. It wouldn't be my place to assume any semblance of power now."

Simba was sad that his father declined the offer, but he understood the reasons why. His eyes glanced to the clan leaders, "Which one of you want to claim his ass next?"

"I'll take a shot!" Avyca said and slowly pulled his cock up and out of the canine throat, who moaned and choked around the equine shaft. The boner finally slurped free of the servicing throat but blasted a small glob of precum right onto his muzzle.

Simba and Avyca walked past each and smacked one another's young butt cheeks on their way by. Avyca took his place at the prisoner and lifted his legs to spear him with his javelin, while Simba took the zebra's place fucking the hyena scout's throat with firm slow thrusts. The wet slurping sounds and the hot scent of manly sex blended together in a haze of sexual lust that blurred the perception of time. The only sign that time was passing at all was when the men traded places and took their post punishing Lunk with their cocks. Each consecutive sopping wet orgasm was another thread woven into place in the tapestry of life and Simba was beginning to be able to see the big picture.

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The punishment and exile of the hyenas, however, was just the first step in the reclamation of the lion's pride. After the obvious culprits were out of the way, Simba and Zazu set themselves to investigating and discovered that the crocodiles had also aided Scar's betrayal. They too were exiled to the Outlands until Simba deemed them worthy of returning, much to the chagrin of their leader Kijani. The crocodile clan leader was so irate over the decision that he had threatened Simba before his own people pulled him away not wanting their leader to get them into more trouble.

In the next few months, Simba made his father proud by restoring the legacy that the former king had built retuning the Pride Lands to a peaceful place for all living under the sun's warm glow. Trade between the clans had started up again and the clans were once again living in harmony with each other. Mufasa and Sarab were still around, but they had left Pride Rock to find a new place where they could stay where they didn't feel in the way of Simba and Nalo's rule.

The march of time brought new things to the lands as well. And through the hot and sloppy love between Simba and Nalo, the lands were greeted by two new souls. Kiaro, the first-born son, and Kion. Kiaro was proven to be an impulsive and curious child, much like his father before him. Kion, in contrary, was more cautious but brave. Through various misadventures, they had grown up and survived most any of what the Pride Lands had thrown at them. With Kiaro destined to be the next king of the Pride Lands and Kion having become the newest leader of The Lion Guard.

It all happened in the blink of an eye it seemed to Simba, which made it difficult for him to view his children as anything but his young cubs. The new king's vision of the grand tapestry had been unintentionally shrunk by his progenies so much so that he rarely let them out of his sight.

One beautiful morning the light shone down on Pride rock with an otherworldly glow. The light warmed and caressed the rocks, making for a heart-warming visage of earth and sky. But Kiaro didn't care about any of that. He had finally gotten up before Simba and wanted to take advantage of that fact by exploring on his own. He leaped silently out of the cave that was the lion's home, wide-eyed and with a grin that spread across his whole face. He didn't know which way to go first as Simba was always guiding him and telling him where to go. But the landscape of The Pride Lands stretched out before his eyes and beckoned him to rush out into it.

"Wow!"

Kiaro began to bound down the rocks towards the warm grass, but he grunted as a strong arm caught him around the chest and pulled him back up to Pride Rock. The stone monument was his home and safe haven, but sometimes it felt more like a prison.

"Whoa now. Where do you think you're going in such a hurry?" Simba asked in his normal caring and playful tone.

It was a tone that Kiaro knew was meant to be a fatherly tone, but to him, it just sounded condescending. Especially now that Kiaro was being held against his father's muscular chest. Simba always did this, hugged him a little too tightly to give his mind and body a distracting thrill. "Daddy! Let go! I'm old enough to be on my own!"

Simba sighed to him, was he being too overprotective? No, that business with the Outlanders last season was all the reason he needed to know where the future king was at all times. Or maybe there was another more primal reason that Simba wanted to keep his son close by. The older lion had had a sexual relationship with his father and he wanted that kind of relationship with his own sons. He held the struggling lion against him and felt his arousal growing, his cock growing harder against the smaller male's butt and hips. "I... I know that. I just want you to be careful."

Kiaro had heard it all before and he was in no mood to hear it again. He tried to push against his father's body and pull his strong arm from around him. He didn't even notice that all the struggling was doing was grinding their bodies together and getting them both aroused. "You aren't this strict with Kion!"

"That's not fair, Kiaro. He has The Lion Guard to look out for him. You don't and you've got a tendency of exploring on your own." As Simba was talking the younger lion continued squirming and grinding against him. The arousal he was feeling making him blush, but he still had to make his words heard. With Kiaro fighting to get away, he was focused on resisting and not listening to his wisdom. "Kiaro... are you listening? Accidents can happen. You can easily get hurt out there or tricked into-!"

"-hurt or tricked into sex or even get lost," Kiaro growled and finally broke free from his father but knew better than to run off from him. Simba could easily catch him and then it'd be another lecture about his destiny to lead Pride Rock. Instead,he turned to face his father, with a disappointed expression hoping that the older lion would let him at least stop bearing the brunt of his nagging.

"And remember," Simba pleaded with his son with his soft tone, "I want you to stay in sight of Pride Rock at all-!"

"At all times, I know." Kiaro was testy at this point. The repetitive warnings had long past their stay in his curious and explorative mind, and he continues reciting. "And if I see any strangers, don't talk to them. Come straight home. Okay, okay. Can I go now? Please?"

Kiaro was young and still impulsive, always wanting to do things his own way and as Simba looked at him, he couldn't help but smile. It was almost the same picture as when he and Nalo were young and attempting to sneak away. Nalo himself entering with Zazu walking beside her, the bird sporting a blush and a wet crotch while Nalo's butt squished with a fresh load of hornbill cum. "Very Funny."

Nalo pressed himself against Simba and kissed his cheek, feeling the arm of his lover and his king wrap loosely around his waist. He giggled softly, a warm and comforting sound to try to break up the tension building between father and son. "Mind your father, Kiaro."

Kiaro himself giggled and laughed it off too, never oneto be angry at his fathers. "Yes, dad."

The moment was bright and happy again and his son was smiling, which should make him happy. But Simba suddenly had a thought that he knew would bring the mood down again, but he had to say it. As much as he wanted to keep his son happy and smiling he wanted him to be alive even more. "And Kiaro, stay away from the Outlands."

"Hah!" Zazu scoffed, the blue feathered hornbill, scornfully dripping the words from his mouth as if just mentioning the Outlanders would make him dirty. "There's nothing there but a bunch of backstabbing, murderous Outsiders!"

"Zazu's right." Simba glanced over his shoulder, glaring behind as if he could see something dangerous that no one else could. "You can't turn your back on them."

"Really?" Kiaro knew the outlanders were creatures from The Pride Lands that had once been a part of their community but were exiled. So, if they were a Pride Lander once, he didn't understand how they could be so dangerous now. "How come?"

"Hmmmm..." Simba thought about answering his son but thought better of feeding the younger male's curiosity. "Never mind that now, son. You just run along now."

"But daddy, I..."

"You'll understand all this one day." Simba leaned close and kissed Kiaro's cheek, leaving a soft blush on the lion's face. "Go on."

"Dad..." Kiaro wanted to know more about the Outlanders, but he was smart enough to know that any further prodding wouldn't go his way. Instead, he decided to get while the getting was good. He reached out and hugged both his dads, and left quickly before Simba could change his mind.

"OH! And stay on the path I've marked for you!" Simba called to his son who was so content to rushing off without thinking. A soft chuckle caught his attention and he turned to see Nalo, slyly grinning at him. But he turned back quickly to watch Kiaro disappearing over the rocks and down to the grass.

"Simba, who does he remind you of? Hmm?"

The question was heard and understood, but the lion king's mind was torn between answering his husband and keeping an eye onhis son. But when Kiaro finally leapedout of eyesight, Simba turned to the lion queen and cluelessly queried, "Huh? What? Who?"

"He's just like you were when you were young." Nalo nuzzled Simba, loving that it was so clear that Kiaro took after him.

Simba, on the other hand, was a bit more concerned about that fact, "Exactly! Don't you remember all the dangers we put ourselves in back then?"

"Uh..." Nalo tackled Simba, knocking them both down to the rocky outcropping they were standing on. Their naked bodies pressed tightly together as Nalo started grinding their crotches together and sending hot waves of pleasure through them both. "You mean the danger YOU put us in!"

"AH! Okay! Point taken." Simba nuzzled Nalo in return, his scent and warmth exciting him even more than the raw physical pleasures he was getting.

"He'll be fine." Nalo kissed Simba, lovingly and deeply, giving him a taste of the love he felt in his heart. The maneless lion stood up and turned back to the hornbill, who had stood silently watching the family drama. Nalo looped his arm with the bird's arm and started walking back towards the cave. "So, Zazu, you said you had news from Kion and The Lion Guard?"

"Oh yes, sire, of course. Well, they stopped another attempt by the crocodiles to sneak into our bord-"

Simba was lost in the sight of Nalo's hips swaying as the queen and majordomo walked together. There was a thin trail of cum from the queen's butt and down his legs as he walked with the one that had left the cum there. Simba would have to show Zazu his place soon, but with the pair out of earshot that also meant they couldn't hear him. Still, there was no need to call attention to himself if he didn't have to. He looked and saw Pumbaa and Timon sitting on the edge of Pride Rock.

"Psst. Hey, Timon. Pumbaa. Come here."

Timon tore his gaze away from the picturesque scenery first, with Pumbaa only doing so after the meerkat smacked his butt. The warthog followed his partner with a grin as he eyed the tight body of the smaller male. Pumbaa always had an appetite for sex, seemingly never getting tired of it, even after all these years together. Timon stopped in front of Simba but blushed as he felt the round-belliedwarthog press his gut against his back.

"Good morning, mon Capitan!" Timon exclaimed while trying to resist the urge to grind against the fat cock being wedged between his butt cheeks.

Simba sighed, the pair of them were always going at it, probably as much as he and Nalo - maybe more. So, it didn't bother him at all seeing them having sex, so his mind remained focused on the task he called them over for. "I want you to keep a close watch on Kiaro. You know he's bound to run off somewhere."

"No worries, Sim-ba." Timon bit his bottom lip to stop himself from moaning in front of the worried lion. There was a time and place for such things, and Simba was worried about his son, which meant this was a time to take things seriously. He groaned as Pumbaa kept grinding against him, using his body to stimulate that huge cock of his. But they had a job to do, so Timon decided to bring Pumbaa's focus elsewhere. "We're on her like stink on a warthog!"

"Yeah." Pumbaa continued hot dogging his sausage between those sexy furry buns. "We'll keep an eye on-!" Pumbaa gasped and glared over Timon's shoulder at him, "Hey!"

"It's the hard truth, Pumbaa. Live with it." Timon smirked sarcastically and pushed his hips back against the fat cock and crotch. The push made Pumbaa grunt and pull away from the smaller male.

"Guys, come on, I'm counting on you." Simba sighed and theatrically scans the local environment, "Danger could be lurking behind every rock."

Now that they were a part of the Pride Lands, they hadn't really been in danger anymore. They didn't have to contend with brutally dominant zebras or just as brutal vultures as when they were living in the oasis. There was peace here, but Simba was their friend, so the pair acted similarly to the lion.

"Ah hah." They scanned the rocks around them a few times and then left down the side of Pride Rock. They followed the trail that Kiaro should've followed which would make it easy to pick up her trail.

With his worries allayed, at least for now, Simba turned back to the cave that Nalo had walked back into. He followed the scent of his lover, smelling Zazu's distinctly sweet scent as well. The sunlight dimmed as he entered the cave, but the light that did follow him was scattered around the polished rock, illuminating the scene in a low romantic glow. Nalo was on his hands and knees, pushing back against the thrusts from Zazu, who also had an arm around the queen's neck in a loving way to keep the lion close while rutting him.

"At it again I see." Zazu slowed his thrusts as he turned to look at the king, but he didn't stop entirely.

"Sire, you're just in time to join us."

Nalo was moaning and licking his lips, the raw hot pleasure of the cock slowly pushing into and pulling out of him made him shiver. He too glanced up at Simba who gave the queen a flirtatious wink. "Get your cock over here, Simba."

"Yes, yes. You're begging to be filled aren't you, my queen?" Zazu teased Nalo as he returned to ferociously thrusting into his ass. With the hard, fast thrusts back at full force, each sloppy wet impact was punctuated by the slap of soaked flesh. The scent in the room was subtle at first, a barely noticeable earthy bouquet of masculine aromas. But the longer Simba stood in the cave and took in more breaths the scents got stronger and like a lightning bolt igniting a tree on fire, his body was thrown into his arousal.

"He's not the only one that going to get filled, Zazu."

The hornbill felt a shiver slide down his spine as he instantly recognized that low sultry tone. It was the same tone that Simba used whenever he was in a dominant mood. The blue feathered bird tightened his arm around Nalo's shoulders using the queen's body to brace himself for what he expected to come. He even lifted his tail feathers and exposed his beautiful and clean ass. Simba took note as he advanced on the two, stroking his huge lion cock with a wide grin. "So, you've been fucking my husband without letting him fuck you, huh?

"But sire, he asked me to f-"

"Quiet now, Zazu," Nalo said, giving the bird's cock a nice and tight clench that he kept up for a good few moments. "Your king wasn't done."

Zazu blushed deeply, enjoying his time with Nalo, but now with Simba here, he was a bit embarrassed. Glancing back over his shoulder at the lion king, he saw that Simba was getting into position. The sight of that huge lion cock made the avian's heart beat faster and his pucker clench instinctively.

"Your ass looks hungry, Mr. Banana Beak." Simba and Nalo laughed a bit at the use of that nickname that had stuck with the hornbill all these years. "But don't worry, I'm about to give your ass all it can handle."

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Finally, away from the suffocating eyes his father had on him at all times, Kiaro was at last able to enjoy himself. The warm sun caressing his fur felt different now - better and more relaxing. The breeze carried a lovely bouquet of scents that made him smile with every tender pass. Kiaro was enjoying not having any looking at him and judging him for his future. No, now he was just able to be who he was - a playful child chasing a butterfly.

"Hey! Wait! Come back! I just wanna play!" The young lion begged, keeping his sharply trained eyes on the small flittering creature. There was a small part of Kiaro's heart that suddenly stung with a sharp cut of jealousy. The butterfly wasn't held down by expectations. It wasn't destined for great things. It didn't feel crushed and could rise above everything that tried to keep it down. But even a butterfly has to touch the ground at some point, which to Kiaro's excitement was this point in time. He gasped and lowered his stance, getting into a nearly perfect poised pounce.

"Ahhh... the mighty hunter has cornered his prey."

Kiaro allowed the training from Nalo to take over, he moved silently through the grass towards the rock the butterfly was resting on. His muscles tensed up and he felt the power in his own body, forcing a rolling growl up from his belly. He leaped with his paws outstretched and landed on the rock, lifting his hands up and seeing the butterfly had escaped. But that's not what stole Kiaro's attention - it was The Outlands. On his trek to get away from his overbearing dad, he had wandered far closer to The Outlands than he had ever been before.

The bright didn't hide the clear border between the opposing lands. On one side of the river bank was lush green grass and trees in full bloom. The other side was dried up leaves forming a carpet of death above the desiccated landscape. Despite the dismal view, Kiaro was excited, "Woah... cool! The Outlands! I wonder what's out there..."

As Kiaro stared in wonderment, his mind lost in curiosity, he failed to notice the shifting grass behind him. Something was advancing towards her under the cover of the tall grass. But as the stalker got closer the sounds of the bending grass got louder, but it wasn't until a branch broke that Kiaro took notice. He turned slowly, not knowing what to expect. When he turned he saw four eyes looking at him, making him scream in fear, "Aaaah!"

The stalker also screamed, revealing two separate mouths - which were attached to two separate entities. Their eyes went wide and so did their mouths and in this moment of raw panic, the lion didn't recognize them. He backed up on the rock, keeping up his screaming. But his scream was cut short by a gasp as he found no more rock under his feet and fell into a large puddle underneath the outcropping. The cool water embraced him, making him feel safe for now.

Timon and Pumbaa both gasped when they saw Kiaro fall off the rock. They had no idea what was under it - a cave with a larger predator in it, a steep never-ending cliff, a hole to nowhere? Pumbaa was concerned for Kiaro, but Timon couldn't help but think about what Simba would do to them if they returned without his son. Timon was wondering what to tell Simba to avoid getting torn to shreds by the lion. His heart was pounding in his chest, but then he heard something that made him even more terrified.

"Ooh... don't worry, Kiaro! Uncle Pumbaa's coming!" The large warthog shuffled on the rocks, his hooved toes not getting enough traction on the smooth rock as he tried to run. He caught himself and rushed off the rock, leaping into the air to drop down and save the prince from whatever danger was down there. As he fell past the point that Timon could see him, the meerkat was shaking with anxiety. But then he heard a loud splash and felt a wave of cool water wash over him from below.

The coolness of the water made him shiver, but it also sparked his arousal as the water dripped down his body and caressed his balls. His fur clumped together as it soaked up the water, his mind and body racing in different directions. Timon grabbed his shaft and started pumping his hand around his soft rod while pacing nervously. "Oh, no... ohh... uh... uh... let's see, uh..."

Timon stopped and looked up as if he could really see Simba looming over him. The stone face of a father questioning the well-being of his son from someone that was supposed to watch him. Even in his imagination, Simba was an intimidating figure. "Geez, Simba. Well, the good news is, we found your

son. The bad news is, we dropped a warthog on her."

That sounded bad even to him, but there was no way he could lie to Simba. Not only was the proud lion one of his best friends, but Simba had trusted him with a task that he was afraid he had just failed. Lying to Simba would only make the problems worse. "Is... there a problem with that?"

Timon took in a sharp breath of air and readied himself for the horrible news he was preparing to see as he walked back to the edge of the rocky outcropping. He had no idea what he'd see, but the water that splashed on him wasn't red so that was good news.

"Kiaro? Kiaro?!" Pumbaa looked around the small pond worried that he couldn't see the prince anywhere. There was some bubble popping in front of him though, which distracted him from his search as they popped and teased his cock and balls with tiny stimulations of pleasure. The big hog blushed and slowed his search as the bubbles got more frequent.

Once the meerkat peeked over the edge he saw instantly what had happened from his overhead vantage point. He tore his hand away from his now fully erect cock, anger taking over for a second, "Pumbaa!" The warthog looked up at him, "Let me define 'BABYSITTING'!"

There was a moment that Pumbaa had no idea what he was talking about. Then he remembered the bubbles frantically rising and bursting along the underside of his cock and balls. Realization hit him and he leaped off the figure he had been sitting on and Kiaro sat up from the water. He was couching and rubbing his face while trying to shake off some of the wet grass that had clung to his body. The lion didn't notice that the cool water had stoked his arousal too. And while he was gyrating to loosen the grass from his fur, his hard cock wiggling like a succulent grub.

Temptation got the better of the large warthog as he saw that wiggling grub, making him act on the urges now flowing through him. He walked forward, licking his lips, and reaching out to grab the lion cock. Kiaro was surprised but didn't pull away, cleaning the grass from his fur. Each pump of the porcine hand along his cock sent waves of warm pleasure through Kiaro's body, eroding any resistance he might've had like waves on a beach. But still, Pumbaa had a job to do, he wasn't going to forget it just because he was about to have some fun. "Now, Prince Kiaro... as Simba's son, you know better than to go off all alone."

"Oh yeah, I forgot that daddy never lets me out of sight," Kiaro said the word daddy with a sarcastic tone, humping the plump hand and fingers squeezing his cock. "I should've known he'd never let me do this one my own."

Pumbaa sighed and tilted the forlorn prince's head up with his free hand, "Kiaro, you could have been hurt!" The instant he said that the warthog regretted it.

"But... but..." Kiaro started a deep blush on his cheeks.

"Hurt!" Timon jumped down from the rock, making Pumbaa sigh as what he said had triggered a panic attack in the meerkat. "Oh... Simba would kill us! You didn't slip a disc, did you?"

"B-but--" Kiaro tried to get in a word edgewiseover Timon's panicked movements, but the meerkat was relentlessly persistent as he rubbed and groped the lion's back, making sure the prince was fully intact. The soft fur and firm muscles flexing under the soft golden fur made even the frantic meerkat blush. Timon shook his head clear desperately trying to keep himself focused, reaching around the lion to place a hand on his forehead, "Catch a fever?"

"No, I do--"

Timon grabbed his hands and lifted them up, holding them so he could examine the claws at the ends of his fingers closely, "Get a hangnail?"

"What? No!" Kiaro yanked his hand free of the meerkat's grasp, trying to get out from between these two. Even if the hand still firmly stroking him felt great right now, he wanted to be by himself to get his head clear. "Nnngh! Timon..."

"I had one once," Timon announced trying to diffuse the prince's anger with humor.

"Very painful," Pumbaa added while pulling the lion back against his plump but muscular body.

The warthog's cock was rubbing against the back of Kiaro's thighs and made his head that much harder to remain focused. With the warthogbehind grinding his meat between his legs and the meerkat touching him, Kiaro's was desperately trying to keep his body under control.

Timon continued his thought as if he was oblivious to the lion's inner turmoil. "Excruciating!"

"Timon--" Kiaro, noticed the light get a bit dimmer onhim and shook his head clear. He saw that Timon had picked up a nearby leaf and was holding it over his head to block the sunlight from touching his skin and fur directly. Was he serious? Now they thought he needed protection from the one thing that never judged him for any reason?! Kiaro growled softly in frustrated anger and swiped the leaf out of Timon's hands.

"AHH!" The surprised meerkat shouted but wasn't afraid that Kiaro would attack him, so he stood his ground. "Whaaat? Do you wanna wrinkle?"

Kiaro struggled against the well-meaning arms keeping him pressed against the warthog's warm muscle gut and finally pulled himself free. He only took a few steps when he turned to face both the men that had come to rescue him from nothing, "Would someone please just listen to me?"

Timon sighed as he was lost in thought about what to tell Simba when they got back to Pride Rock. He couldn't tell the exact truth, so maybe he could embellish and omit certain parts to create a more believable tale than watching him fall off a cliff and Pumbaa sitting on him. Timon realized that the lion prince was looking at him, "Oh hey, I'm sorry; I wasn't listening. Did you say something, Prince?"

Kiaro roared in frustration, he was simultaneously being ignored and smothered. "I'm not just a Prince, you know?!" The anger hefelt at these two 'saviors' was powerful in tone, but there was also confusion and doubt. Kiaro sat back against a rock, his young body shaking with adrenaline and testosterone, but he forced himself to calm down. "That's only half of who I am!"

"Oh, uh... who's the other half?" Pumbaa asked the lion with genuine curiosity. The warthog wasn't always the smartest one in the room and yet he always seemed to know just what to say whenever someone needed help.

"Uh... well, I, uh... um..." Kiaro sighed, and slumped against the rock, defeated and depressed, "I don't know."

Pumbaa sighed and snorted in his state of frustration caught between not being able to let the prince have his space and keep an eye on him at the same time. Simba had given him a duty and he was going to see it through, but it also broke his heart to see the prince being suffocated under the king's overbearing form of protection. Kiaro needed to relax and Pumbaa was going to help with that the only way he knew how. Without saying another word, Pumbaa pulled the lion to his feet and kissed him, holding him close to his muscle gut as he did. He held that hot kiss until he felt Kiaro try to push himself free... then he tightened his grip.

Kiaro fought hard but the strong arms held him fast, squeezing him against the soft yet firm gut. The lion squirmed and broke the kiss for a moment, only for a strong hand to grab his head and force him back into the kiss again. Timon watched this happening and for a moment he was furious at the warthog for potentially getting them both in trouble again, but then it dawned on him what Pumbaa's plan was so he relaxed - but only a little. Instinct finally took over and Kiaro unsheathed his claws, scratching the warthog's hands and forcing the bigger male to release him.

"What are you doing, P-"

"Why did you pull away?" Pumbaa asked, standing his ground as he stared down the barrel of the prince's anger.

"What? I... I wanted you to stop kissing me." Kiaro answered, but he didn't really believe his own answer. His body was hot from that unexpected kiss, but the heat came more from more than just his arousal.

Pumbaa took a step closer, "Your hard cock is proof of that lie." The warthog reached for the prince, who took a step back and slashed at the outstretched hand. Seeing the attack coming, Pumbaa pulled his hand back in time so it didn't get cut again. "You see? You wanted out of that kiss and you fought your way out. All creatures have such fight in them, but when Scar took over that fight was beaten out of the older lions through the erotic take over. But you..." Pumbaa once again reached for the prince's cock, seizing it in his thick meaty hand. The warm wet flesh feeling fantastic as he squeezed the throbbing shaft. "...you can maintain your people's place when you become king."

Kiaro didn't pull away this time - he didn't want to. That plump hand felt good on his aching cock and he actually humped into it. "So, that really happened? I always thought that dad was just exaggerating the stories of Great-Uncle Scar."

"Nah... your pop ain't one to exaggerate about family," Timon said, suddenly joining the conversation - as well as rubbing his body against the prince's. The meerkat had pressed himself up against the lion's back, purposefully placing his cock between the golden-furred butt cheeks. The two older men together were quite a tempting force and soon Kiaro had lost all gumption to resist their sexual charms.

"Scar is a bad lion then, that deserves the punishment he's getting." Kiaro was pulled in different directions wanting to be pressed closed against the two men he wanted to go away just moments earlier. He rubbed the warthog's flabby chest, squeezing his soft pecs and grinning at the hot deep moan that broke the pig's lips. They had lit a fire inside the young lion and only their bodies could snuff it out. He pushed his hips back and squeezed his butt cheeks around the shaft that hardened between them. Looking back over his shoulder he offered the moaning meerkat and smirk, "Are you gonna fuck me, or do I have to make you?"

"O-ho-ho! You asked for it, buddy." Timon pulled back and aimed his cock carefully before he reached around and pinched one of the lion's nipples. The sudden pain made Kiaro jump backward and impale himself on the hard cock. He gasped louder and grinned, working his way down that surprisingly thick shaft. Timon watched as the prince began to enjoy the moment he was sharing with him and Pumbaa, the young lion reminding him very much of how Simba seemed all those years ago. Crushed under so much confusion and worries that he had no idea who he was - and now history was repeating itself.

He reached up with a gentle hand and rubbed the back of the lion's neck, smirking as Kiaro reacted with a soft moan. The meerkat leaned in and whispered, "Your dad liked having neck rubbed while I fucked him too."

Kiaro moaned a bit louder as he was filled and stroked by these amorous older men. They knew just how to please a guy and the thought of them doing this to his father was... exciting. The hand stroking his cock suddenly let go and before Kiaro could ask why he felt a warm wet snout press against his crotch. His cock had been swallowed by the chubby warthog who slurped on it like he was parched and it was feeding him water. Kiaro was unprepared for the flood of sensations that watched over him and nearly fell to his knees, but Timon caught him and held him. He continued to clench his already tight ass around the meerkat's cock, thrusting forward into the warthog's hungry mouth.

The sounds of wet skin colliding with wet skin made all three men even hornier. They worked against and with each other trying to get and give as much pleasure as possible. Each wet slurp of that wide tongue on Kairo's cock made him shudder and tense up which only served to increase the pressure on Timon's cock. He had to fuck the prince harder to get his meat pole all the way inside, making the royal male moan with a ferocity that excited them both. Pumbaa licked the base of the feline cock, slowly dragging his tongue over the barbs that flared up with his arousal. The big muscle gut warthog was more than happy to play whatever role he wanted during sex because all he wanted was pleasure.

But the time had come to make Kiaro's fun, his own. The portly porcine pulled off the cock he was busy sucking and turned around on his hands and knees. His large round butt cheeks begging for attention! Kiaro was overcome with many desires all at once; he thought about nibbling on those soft cheeks, seeing them covered in red hand prints after a good spanking, and he thought of about them covered in his cum after he pounded him into submission. That last thought made his cock throb hard and so the decision was made. He reached back and grabbed Timon's hip in one hand and pulled him forward until his leonine crotch was pressed against the plump butt ondisplay.

Kiaro still wasn't sure what they were up to or why they doing this, but he was not in a position to resist. The pleasure was too great to say no to anyway, and he found himself bouncing between the sexy men as they had their way with each other. The plump butt that was slurping tightly on his cock made him shiver and sent his fur straight up in a primal reaction. Behind him, the impacts got even firmer as he was fucked by the meerkat with all the same passion he was giving both men. Right now, Kiaro didn't see his caring uncles - he saw his fuck buddies that were doing everything they knew he enjoyed.

Timon leaned close to the lion's neck and licked his fur and skin, nibbling on him with his flat teeth. "You really are a hot cat, Kiaro. Your dad is gonna be proud."

The mention of Simba should've have upset him even more, but in this frenzied state of pleasure what he felt was something else. He felt challenged. How dare they be thinking of Simba while they were here with him! The only lion on their minds should be the one on and in their bodies! He growled and clenched harder on the meerkat's cock, thrusting harder into Pumbaa too, wanting to make them orgasm right here and now.

Under such a renewed punishing assault, the porcine prostate sent more waves of pleasure into his body then he could handle. Pumbaa grunted and then threw his head up and shouted loudly as he exploded with the pent-up pressure. His cum shooting from his cock in force and splashing along the ground and on his thighs and arms. Still, he jumped backward, wanting the lion to fuck him hard even during his orgasm, which is exactly what Kiaro did.

Seeing this, Timon had thought all the lion's focus was on the warthog, so he slowed his pace to better control himself. He was surprised when Kiaro looked back at him with a fiercely erotic grin.

"Don't slow down, or you're next."

Timon froze for a moment, but then revved back his thrusts again. He wanted to last longer, to take his time, but he also knew that the last time Kiaro was on top of him he didn't walk straight for a week. So, while Pumbaa could handle the hard pounding, for him it was better to be on this end. He slammed hard into the lion's tight ass, feeling the constrictive clenches milking his cock as he did. It didn't take long for Timon to be pushed over his limit once the clenches became too much, He grabbed Kiaro's hips and slammed his way all the way in and pumped him full of hot cum. He stayed balls deep in the hot lion's ass until he was sure the last drop of cum was spewed into his backside. He pulled out and took a few steps back, sitting on a smooth rock and wiping his brow. "Well,that was fun."

"Do you often leave my dad with blue balls when you have fun with him?" Kiaro pulled out of Pumbaa and eyed Timon with a look of firm command. "Come here and get on your back."

"Uh..." Timon knew that as one of the prince's keepers, he was charged with looking after him, which meant right now in order to get him to return home he'd have to follow orders. He sighed and made his way back to the group, seeing Pumbaa stand up with a wide smile having clearly enjoyed the firm pounding. He laid on his back and Kiaro wasted no time straddling his chest. The meerkat opened his mouth to ask what the lion had planned, but he found out when he felt that hot throbbing shaft of lion cock push into his open mouth.

"Can you taste how close I am?" Kiaro teased, having gotten really into the mood now. He looked back at Pumbaa and saw the warthog was still hard. So was Timon, in fact. He grinned, "Join us Pumbaa."

The warthog's functioning mind was all but gone, he was horny and all he wanted was hot sex. He got on his knees again, grabbing Timon's legs and lifting them up and open, ramming his thick wet cock into Timon's tight hole. His cum acted as lube and made the insertion easier, his precum further slicking up the tunnel. Pumbaa drove his thick hips firmly into his partner, making the meerkat gag and moan around the prince's cock.

For Kiaro it was pressure he was used to feeling, but the heat in his belly was new. It warmed him and made him feel powerful. He looked down at the older male sucking his cock and that feeling swelled in him. He grabbed the meerkat's head and fucked his face with lewd wet slurping thrusts. The sounds of Timon sucking his cock while getting his face fucked excited the lion. Each thrust brought him closer to that dominant power he wanted in his life. Was this how he should solve all of his issues with others? Simply hold them down and fuck them until they agree with him? If that was the case, perhaps there was something to enjoy about being king.

Pumbaa rocked his hips forward and backward, using the mass of his plump body to thrust with tremendous force. He had already had an orgasm and was feeling sensitive and aroused, like an exposed nerve that only fed him pleasure. He wanted to give his buddy the same sensation so, while he kept pounding Timon he grabbed the meerkat's gut wrench and stroked it. He was jacking off the throbbing meat pole in time with his heavy thrusts, rocking all three of their bodies with the force his fat body generated.

Kiaro moans sounded desperately hot as he neared his own climax. He still had a hold of the meerkat's head, controlling the depth of each of his thrusts. He was happy to feel that Timon had relaxed and was using that tongue of his for something other than cracking wise jokes. He felt the experienced meerkat teasing all the right places on his pulsing rod, pushing him until Kiaro roared out loud. He shoved his wang all the way into that skilled mouth and held him in place as he pumped his jizz directly into his belly. Kiaro grinned as he pulled out, aiming his tool and blasting some of the sloppy jizz onto the meerkat's handsome face.

"Pumbaa, it's your turn. Get on your back."

The warthog fucked Timon a few more times, filling the area with their loud moans. But he finally slowed down and complied pulling out of Timon's stretched hole with a lewd slurp. The rotund warthog laid on his back, waving a teasing finger to the lion. The invitation seen, Kiaro laid on top of Pumbaa, curving around his muscle gut and shoving his crotch into the warthog's face. Wasting no time on teasing, Pumbaa once again swallowed the cock offered to him and began to suck it clean of cum and precum with the promise of receiving even more after some hot oral action. Kiaro did the same to the warthog's stiff member, inhaling all the musk and heavy tastes.

This left Timon to his own urges and while fucking Pumbaa was a treat he relished, he loved fucking Kairo even more. The meerkat made his way to the lion's exposed backside and plunged right back in, fucking him with the power he had. He gripped Kiaro's shoulders and used them to pull himself forward and into the thrusts to make them even more impactful against the young butt cheeks. The muffled moans he heard from the lion was proof that he was giving the prince what he wanted. He leaned closer and kissed the lion's cheek, licking the leonine lips of the precum dripping from them.

The three had lost themselves in pleasure now, each one seeking even greater amounts of physical bliss to burn their blistering nerves. Each, moan, every sound and scent, and all the hot wetness got to all of them in much the same way. Kiaro and Pumbaa both sucked hard on the cock in their mouths, playing with the balls slapping against their faces too. Timon thrust harder too, precum soaking his lap and making every impact wet and sloppy, which only made him want to go harder. Their climaxes were fast approaching and they all went harder still to get themselves and the others there as fast as possible,

While at their peaks again it only took a few more wet thrusts from Timon to push Kiaro over his edge. He roared around the thick porcine cock and shot his cum into the warthog's hungry throat. He moaned as he felt his hips get grabbed and pulled up. His cock slurped from Pumbaa's mouth and pumped thick ropes of hot cum all over his face and chest. Timon kept fucking the lion to get as much cum out of him and onto the chubby hog as possible. Then he too shouted and blast his cum into the lion again. Continuing the cum party though, he too pulled out of Kiaro and covered the lion's back in cum. He aimed lower and covered the sexy butt cheeks and thighs in his hot wad as well.

Timon stood up and moved between Pumbaa's legs pulling Kiaro off the shaft and the two went to licking the thick meaty pole together, sharing the occasional precum flavored kiss. Pumbaa was breathing hard and fast, on the edge and so close. But when Kiaro and Timon squeezed his huge balls they triggered his orgasm. He grunted and tense and then gasped as he erupted a fountainof hot cream that covered both of their faces. They aimed the huge cock at each other to paint their chests in the portly male's cum as well.

Kairo slid off the rotund sexy gut and sat on his knees next to Timon, all three men panting heavily. They had just satisfied their bodies so much, but their still hard cocks told them they weren't done. And in their pursuit of pleasure, they threw out the hierarchy. Timon grabbed Kiaro and forced him to his back, the lion growling, but not in warning - in anticipation. Pumbaa got to his knees now and moved between the shapely leonine legs. He roughly pulled them open and pushed just the tip of his huge cock into the tight wet hole. The sloppy sex they had already had only made their actions easier now. Kiaro pushed back against the warthog, trying in vain to get as much of the cock in him as he could.

Timon chuckled, "Like father, like son." With that said, the meerkat shoved his cock into the prince's mouth and started fucking him with reckless abandon. Pumbaa now joined in the relentless fucking, pounding his thick cock into Kiaro with all this strength. The rough treatment was all okay with the stimulated lion as he grabbed and squeezed Timon's butt to encourage his movements. Pumbaa held onto the lion's thighs, tugging him into his heavy thrusts and making him moan in hot muffled cries around Timon's dick. The sex was searing all of their already scorched nerves and every sensation felt vibrant and new, which only pushed them all closer to their next climax.

Pumbaa's gut rubbed against Kiaro's crotch, with the heavy mass feeling like the hog was grinding his butt against him while fucking him. It turned Kiaro on hard to feel such a manly gut crushing his junk. He moaned against the wet cock being shoved into his throat with every eager and firm thrust. Timon had a hold of his wrists, so there was nothing he could do but take the poundings being given to him. He clenched his throat and ass, licking the meerkat's cock all at once. The scent of their hot sex was in the air and had gotten so thick they could almost taste it on their tongues.

"I'm close, Pumbaa."

"Me too, Timon," Pumbaa grunted in a way that made his gut jump and plopped back down on Kiaro's crotch. He felt the lion squirm under him, grinding his wet cum covered body against the underside of his gut was so arousing.

Kiaro squirmed and moaned again, having an unobstructed view of the meerkat's underside he saw the balls tightening as Timon's climax approached. He sucked harder, licking everything he could get his tongue on, sucking the precum right out of the tip of the cock. He was careful with his teeth, only using his lips and tongue to give his uncle Timon all the pleasure he could handle.

ForTimon, it was like a warm and wet version of heaven. The sloppy stimulations on his shaft brought screams of manly triumph from his throat. The pressure had been built up this entire time and now he felt a deep rising in his loinsthat he knew was the penultimate climax. He gripped the furry mane tight and fucked the prince's face for everything he was worth. Kiaro and Pumbaa both felt the same deep well of rising pressure in their loins as well. Their moans and cries of masculine desperation rose into the midday sunlight, adding to the scene of carnal delights that they were experiencing together.

Kiaro was the first of them to pop his final threshold. He roared around Timon's cock, opening his mouth so wide that the meerkat's balls slipped inside for a brief moment. His whole body felt as if it was inside a bubble that burst into millions of tiny lightning bolts that shocked him in the most pleasant of ways. His cock throbbed like a bomb getting ready to explode and a moment later, it did. His large balls that had been full of pent-upcum emptied into an eruption that blasted both his uncles in their faces, rose up and into the air and rained down on their backs.

Pumbaa grabbed that cock and painted Timon with the hot cum spewing from the pulsing shaft in thick ropes. He kept up his thrusts until he too began to shoot his final largest load into the lion, making him swell a bit with the amount he was pumping in him. But Pumbaa and Timon both pulled out at the same, covering the prince in a puddle of cum. Then they turned on each other, Timon came on Pumbaa's back and butt and even wedging his cock between the chubby male's gut and crotch and creaming there. The size of Pumbaa never mattered to Timon as the meerkat covered every inch of the fat hog, with Pumbaa returning the favor. When they were all spent and down, all three men lay in a puddle of cum with Kiaro and Timon both nestled against the large warthog.

"Now, THAT was fun." Kiaro breathed out, nuzzling the big warthog's soft chest, licking some cum from his nipple.

"It was!" Pumbaa exclaimed, moaning another hot moan as his sensitive nipple was licked by that rough feline tongue.

Timon sat up, not caring that he was dripping with cum, merely shaking the excess off before standing up. He walked around the area for a bit, looking for a good-sized log. "Well, now that we've had our fun, let's eat."

When he finds one, he stands by it and waits for Pumbaa to get behind the log. Snapping his fingers, Pumbaa lifted the log. The dark and slimy ground underneath the log seemed to comes alive as bugs of all kinds scampered around. Timon picked up a leaf with some of the bug crawling on it. He didn't know how a leaf had gotten under the log... or how it remained green, but he had food. "Grubs!"

Pumbaa dropped the log and grinned at the leaf, "The other white meat!"

Timon chuckled and offered the leaf-full of grubs to Kiaro for a taste. "And so high in protein!"

Kiaro turned his nose up, "Eww! Gross!"

"No? You know, your dad said the same thing." Timon turned towards his friend and lover, "How 'bout you, big boy?"

Pumbaa took a deep sniff of the bugs, some of them even lifting off the leaf. "Aaah. I love grubs!"

"Not like..."

Timon and Pumbaa both finish the sentence with pride and amusement in their expressions, "Love!"

Pumba picked up a yellow and black beetle and tossed into his mouth. The expected taste was not what he got as he crunched the beetle and coughed in an exaggerated was on it, then hiccupped and spat the fragments back onto the leaf. The fragments of the chewed beetle, the other grubs, and the leaf were all now coated with the warthog's saliva.

Timon was grossed out, to say the least, and he had no qualms about voicing his grievance, "Ohhh... you always do that! You take a bite out of every single one, then put it back if you don't like it. It drives me crazy!"

Pumbaa was a bit embarrassed, but he pleaded his case all the same, "But, Timon, you can't tell from the outside which ones are the real slimy ones!"

Timon scoffed, "Slimy?" The meerkat picked up a smaller purple bug and squeezed it in his fingers as he addressed the warthog, "Pumbaa... my corpulent compadre. It's the crunchy ones that make the meal!"

"Slimy!... Slimy!... Slimy!... Slimy!... Slimy!... Slimy!... Slimy!..."

Timon swallowed the grub he was eating and went on the offensive, "Crunchy!... Crunchy!... Crunchy!... Crunchy!... Crunchy!... Crunchy!... Crunchy!..."

Pumba took his turn on the offensive by bringing up why he doesn't like the crunchy grubs, believing it would knock Timon off his game and he'd win the argument. "Less filling!... Less filling!... Less filling!... Less filling!..."

However, Timon remained his sharp-witted self, and easily changed with the argument, "Tastes good!... Tastes good!... Tastes good!... Tastes good!..."

Kiaro saw them arguing and thought about stepping in and brokering peace. But then he noticed that they weren't focused on him. The plan was made in that instant and the young lion used his training to stealthily sneak away from the arguing couple. The taller grass hid his fur well and he was careful to step on the soft ground that would keep his footsteps silent. As for the cum all over his body, they would be able to follow the trail he was leaving for sure. But a quick dip in a nearby lake would wash away his trail and he'd be free to explore on his own. He didn't know what was in the Outlands or who lived there, but he wouldn't let fear rule him. He wanted to know... so he was going to find out on his own since no one would give him a straight answer.

~~TO BE CONTINUED~~