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The Lion King - The Pleasures Of Ruling A Kingdom

A Thorough Check-Up

by Mirri

Sarabi scratched her claws at the bottom of the Great Baobab Tree.

"Helloooooo? Anybody home?"

No reply. She could have sworn it was today.

"Hellooo?!" Maybe the old monkey was just hard of hearing. She heaved a sigh and reared up on her hindlegs to grab onto the tree trunk and begin the long, arduous ascent to the top.

Her claws dug deep into the tree and her hindclaws kept slipping a bit each time she tried to push herself up. It had been a long time since she last tried this, but she did remember not to look down. She had to forgo this sort of thing for a while, being pregnant with Simba and all, and she could definitely feel she was using some muscles that had not been stretched out in a long time.

About halfway through her journey, a blue head popped out at the top and Rafiki grinned broadly down at her.

"Ahhhh heehee! There you are, my sweet. Come, come! Hurry!"

"Easy for you to say, monkey." Sarabi grumbled under her breath and was already sweating from the effort of pulling her own weight up the tree.

She finally made it to the top and dragged herself up by her forelegs until she could roll into the soft nest that Rafiki had carved out in the middle of the tree. The last time she was up here she was definitely a lot less winded.

A cold breeze blew through the tree while she lay there on her back, which made the leaves rustle all around her and the fruits and shells that Rafiki had tied together and hung from the higher branches bumped against each other as they swung and rotated a little.

A pair of blue arms reached up directly above her and untied one of the fruits, breaking it in two with a wet crunch. Sarabi grinned a bit as a few clear drops landed on her face and she started to roll over on her belly.

Rafiki had already poured the contents of the fruit into his large, wide bowl on the floor.

"Ahhhhyes, of course. I foresee great things destined for little baby Simba. Great things." He nodded sagely and stroked his white beard.

"I bet you say that to all the Queens." Sarabi playfully bumped her shoulder against the mandrill and nearly made him fall on his head.

"Nonsense! Look, look!" He pointed eagerly at his painting on the side of the tree trunk of Simba. He had scraped the bark clean and given the newborn cub the place of honor in his abode. The lioness had to tilt her head and squint an eye before she got it.

"Ohhhh, it's a lion cub. How cute." She grinned.

Rafiki rolled his eyes, "Lionesses... Now now, stand up so I can see you."

The lioness did as she was told, lifting her head up proudly and standing at attention so she could receive the medical check-up she was here for. The shaman started at her paws, lifting each one and checking it for splinters, thorns and other foreign objects. He then moved up to her pelt, feeling through it and scritching here and there. Sarabi giggled a little when those long, flexible fingers stroked across anywhere ticklish or sensitive, but she kept still like a good patient.

"Hmmm... mm-hmmm. Looks good.." He leaned down to feel over her soft belly and her engorged teats. Her tummy might not be as full as it was a few weeks ago when she was carrying Simba, but her production of milk was trying to make up for it. His five fingers gripped around the root of her tail and lifted it up so he could inspect her sex as well. Giving birth to her first litter took quite some effort from the lioness and she was still recovering from it, but seemed to be doing fine.

Sarabi stood there, reminiscing about the birth. She had been hiding away from the rest of the pride so she would not be disturbed for the last few days before the big event. It was lonely in the bush all by herself in the middle of nowhere, but her instincts drove her away from every other predator even from her own family for as long as she would have defenseless little blind cubs to care for.

She remembered the pain still, but it had faded to more of an old memory of remembering that she was in pain, but not actually remembering the pain itself. Time was merciful in that respect. Rafiki had shown up at her hiding place just as her contractions had started and he had helped deliver her litter. Only one male had survived long enough to follow her back to Pride Rock, but such were the harsh realities of the savanna. She reminded herself to thank Rafiki properly somehow, she still had not had a quiet moment alone with him. Her life had been all about Simba the last few weeks.

Sarabi's thoughts came to an abrupt halt when Rafiki licked his long index finger and then carefully inserted it into her sex to feel if everything was normal back there. Her breath caught at that moment and she quickly shuffled her paws a bit and stood up straight again, thinking she had better concentrate on the check-up instead of letting her mind wander like this.

The shaman looked very sagely and had that expression of mixed concern and concentration on his face as he examined the lioness thoroughly, all in the interest of her own health of course. Incidentally he had placed himself in a position where Sarabi was unable to see the way the monkey's shaft throbbed and started to dribble a bit of precum just at the view and strong scent back there; not to mention the fact that the lioness let him bury a finger as deep into her most sacred little place as it could come without any complaints.

He searched around for a while, that thick finger flexing and rubbing all around the inner walls of the lioness' tight cubtunnel. He kept at it for quite a while and eventually Sarabi just had to turn her head and look at him.

"Is everything alright?" She sounded a bit worried.

"Yesyes, all good! You can't be too careful, hmm?" Rafiki quickly pulled his finger out again and smiled at her.

"Well, you're all fine, back to the Pride with you." He waves his hands at her to shoo her away some and the lioness grinned. She stepped back a bit and was about to leave before she remembered her debt. This was as good a time as any and it really had been a while since her last check-up.

"If there's any way I can repay your kindness..?" Sarabi's voice turned much softer and she batted her eyelids in that exact way that made Rafiki remember why he hung out with a lion pride in the first place. She advanced a few steps and ended up rubbing her furry side up against his belly in a most alluring manner.

"Ahhhh, heehee! I think old Rafiki can think of a way." The baboon winked and put a hand on the back of her head, guiding her into a willing crouch that moved her muzzle right between his legs, the lioness giving her first licks across his member.

It was different from the sheathed leonine ones she was used to. So pink and exposed and always hanging out. The lioness took it in her muzzle and treated it gently with her tongue, feeling the male start to grow quickly. She barely needed any guidance from his hand to start moving her head up and down and slather his maleness with plenty of saliva to get him going. Sarabi purred with a deep rumble and began bobbing her head quickly to suck on the smooth shaft.

"Ooooohoo.. yeees." The baboon grinned widely and thrusted a bit, helping her out. "You lionesses are so good at this."

The danger of having his most precious thing sliding between the sharp fangs of a lioness was part of the excitement. The primate's cock was thick all the way to the tip, quite different from the much more pointy feline variety that Sarabi was used to, so she could feel the whole thing clog up her muzzle more and more as it pushed deeper. Yet it was also a lot more smooth and devoid of any barbs or nubs of any kind, so she had less trouble deepthroating the monkey. In fact, Rafiki was already humping himself past her tight throat, but it was so slick and painless that he did not even invoke her gag reflex. She sucked his wide girth, glurgling at the precum and saliva that was building up in her short feline muzzle in which the monkey tried to fit his entire shaft.

Rafiki panted and gave happy little *screeches* at the wonderful blowjob he was getting. He lost his balance in the midst of it all and stumbled backwards a step before his back landed against his newly-painted drawing of cub Simba on the wide trunk of his tree. The male looked down at the relentless lioness bouncing her head in his lap and slipping his throbbing erection in and out between her black lips. She had followed him forward and never skipped a beat. The suckling sensation was now accompanied by a more fierce push forward of the lioness' head and she made sure that he felt her fluffy chinfur squeeze his sac each time she went down on him now. The blue fuzz of his groinfur tickled her nose, but it was well worth it just to feel the way the always proud and noble primate went back to his base instincts.

"By the gods, Sarabi," he gasped, "Rafiki'll give you his essence!"

The lioness could not help but grin smugly at her own power over their shaman and it was with great satisfaction that she heard the monkey's holler ring in her ears at the same time that warm mandrillmilk began to gush into her throat in thick wads. Swallowing eagerly, she tried to keep him in her muzzle, but the male just kept thrusting uncontrollably and his bulging tip popped in and out of her throat, finally making her gag. His long fingers gripped her neck and ears tightly and he leaned over her even further as if trying to force himself deeper. The warm, red sac contracted and bobbed against Sarabi's chin, and it was responsible for a load that would equal a Lion King by now.

Finally the flow trickled away even if he was still just as eager to hump his hips. By now he had climbed almost entirely onto her back and her head was holding up most of his weight while his fingers scratched through her rumpfur. The monkey kicked his legs out behind him and at that point it became a bit too much for Sarabi to hold him up using just her neck. She bowed down and let him slip off her and up against the tree again.

"OOOooooh.." he grinned toothily and looked down at the lioness who started to lick her muzzletip and cheeks as if she had just eaten a good meal. The pleasant buzz of his afterglow washed over him, but while he still had the strength he zipped over next to her and rubbed her underside with a hand.

"Hee! Now you must go home with a bellyfull of monkeyseed, eh?"

"Mmm, a tasty treat. It's the only way to eat a monkey several times." Sarabi grinned and nuzzled him heartily, reminding herself to get a drink by the waterhole and chew on a few plants to mask that scent before joining the others again.

Rafiki laughed and swatted at her shoulder and neck.

"You naughty lioness. Go on, get out of here!" The monkey waved his arms and Sarabi headbumped his fuzzy chest with affection before she slipped over the side of the nest. The lioness ran head-first down the side of the tree trunk for as long as she dared before gravity became too strong for her to safely fall. Her claws dug into the bark and she redirected her momentum outwards by leaping from the side of the tree. The sudden perpendicular jump slowed her descent greatly and she landed on her forepaws in the soft grass before the rest of her body followed with a heavy *thump*

A mrowl and a quick shake of her fur and she was ready again. Sarabi looked up into the tree and saw the shaman smile down at her, making sure she landed safely before he retreated into his nest again.

Rafiki could not post-pone the exhaustion any longer and he climbed a few branches up into his hammock - fashioned of vines and branches. It was a happy and sated mandrill that fell asleep in his tree moments later.

* * * * * * *

The tree shook and the leaves rustled in reverberation from the loud noise. It sounded like thunder at first and Rafiki nearly fell out of his hammock in shock at the sudden sound. It took his groggy mind a few moments to realize that it was not a natural sound from he cloudless sky and he looked over the edge of his great baobab tree down at Mufasa who was licking his muzzle almost innocently as if he had nothing whatsoever to do with the loud roar.

"Didn't wake you, I hope?" He grinned broadly and hardly looked as if he meant it.

Rafiki squinted and finally threw his arms in the air. Lions, oy. He grabbed his staff and swung down the side of the tree from branch to branch until he landed next to the large Lion King.

"You did say to come early for my check-up." Mufasa gave his Pride's shaman a headnuzzle in greeting.

"Yesyesyes." Rafiki waved a hand dismissively and still looked a bit ruffled up by the rude awakening. He started giving the lion his physical examination - feeling him here and there, kneading his muscles, checking each paw to look for splinters or wounds.

Mufasa took all the fondling calmly. He had barely just woken up himself, so he just stood there and relaxed as the morning sun began to warm his kingdom in the distance. The monkey jumped up on his back and made him grunt a little before he felt those long fingers comb through his mane to pick out little bits of dirt, dried mud and twigs that were stuck in there, fluffing up the mane in the process as well.

The King had several lionesses groom him daily so he needed less maintenance than other lions, but there were still some places they could not get to easily and Rafiki was able to push his fingers all the way through Mufasa's mane and to his scalp and neck beneath to give him a good scritching.

"Mmm. Those hands feel wonderful on my fur." The large lion rumbled deeply.

Rafiki grinned and jumped down next to the large cat, scritching under his chin and making him chuckle. He turned his head and slurped the monkey across his face with that broad, rough feline tongue, making the baboon sputter and step back.

"Ack! Not so wet in the morning!" He retreated back to the lion's hindquarters and instead rubbed him there at a safe distance from that tongue.

"Mmmr. Lower."

The baboon complied and moved his scritching hands down to the strong hindmuscles of the large lion.

"Now back a bit." The King guided him, but never looked back. He was just standing there in the grass facing the great baobab tree with his eyes half-lidded at the sensations.

"Hrrrm?" Rafiki looked puzzled and moved his hands back and up to the lion's tailbase. He knew that felines generally had a problem reaching that spot and give it a good gnawing when it itched, but he would imagine that Mufasa could easily get a lioness to take care of that.

"Mmmmm. Now a little lower." He purrrumbled calmly.

Rafiki grinned broadly and finally slipped his hands lower where he started to fondle the lion's sizable balls.

"That's the spot right there. Mmmm." Mufasa stretched his body out and widened the stance of his hindlegs shamelessly.

"Feels good here, hrrm?" The mandrill smirked and let his fingers slip beneath the two orbs, cupping them in his palm and stroking all around them.

"Yessssss." The big lion hissed softly and let his sheath swell at the amazing caress of long fingers that could worm their way around and scritch him everywhere at once, it seemed. It only took Rafiki's capable fingers a few moments to get the Lion King's pink thing to drop from the sheath, firm up quickly and get ready for action.

Mufasa lifted a hindleg up and put it over Rafiki's neck, making him sink down somewhat under the weight and incidentally also providing full access to the big cat's groin from where he was.

"C'mon you old monkey, don't be shy." Mufasa bared his teeth playfully and judging by the way he was trying to hug Rafiki with his hindleg, he obviously expected a good blowjob from the shaman now.

Rafiki laughed in a shrill voice and slipped away quickly from the insistent grip of the hindleg by backing out underneath the lion. He stepped over to his staff that was leaning against the tree trunk and plucked one of the hard-shell fruits tied to the top of it.

"Here, crack this." He rolled it over next to Mufasa's forepaw and the King looked slightly puzzled now.

The lion lifted his forepaw to grab the fruit with all four claws and put his weight onto it, splitting the fruit open suddenly as he stepped through it and into the gooey center. Rafiki reached over to collect the small bowl of bottom shell that still held most of the orange oily liquid that had not been scattered over the grass or soaked into Mufasa's paw by now.

The King sniffed his paw and curiously tasted the goo. It was not particularly pleasant and it stuck to his fur quite effectively, but it was pretty darn slippery. His question was answered before he could ask it when he suddenly felt a few fingers spread some of the goo beneath his tail. He looked back to watch Rafiki reach into the small bowl with his hand and then cover his own erect member with the slick fluids in preparation.

"Don't be shy, hrrrm?" he winked at the lion.

Mufasa just smirked and bent over, lifting up his tail at the same time. The old baboon climbed up behind him quickly and inserted his long, smooth shaft easily, helped along by the oily lubricant of the fruit juice. His feet grabbed around the big lion's hindlegs just above the ankles to hold himself at the right height and the monkey literally hung on his rump when he started a rapid thrusting up the lion's rear just the way he liked it.

The Lion King gasped at first and bared his teeth in a growl, his tight tailhole forced to adjust to the slick size. He had not been taken by a male for a long time, not since Scar had begun acting weird and reclusive a few moons ago. The usual bond the two lion brothers had vanished quickly with the lack of sex between them and Scar had become distant and was living in his own place now instead of inside the Pride Rock cave with the other lions.

Mufasa had forgotten how much he missed their sessions until now, and he had not even thought about seeking his shaman's help at the time. His own precum squirted freely into the grass below each time the baboon's balls eagerly slapped against his own heavy pair.

"Ol' Rafiki has a confession to make." The Mandrill never skipped a beat.

"Mmm-hmm?" Mufasa mrrrred and shut his eyes, stretching out his body while he took every inch of the thick monkeydick pounding his ass savagely.

"Last night when your Queen was here. Mmmm.. Rafiki made her drink from him."

Mufasa rumbled a laugh.

"Taking a fancy to my pretty lionesses again, have you?"

"Ohh yes!"

"I don't mind, as long as you bring them back in good condition." Mufasa winked back at his friend and a whine escaped his lips as the baboon sped up.

"Deal!" Rafiki grinned and gritted his teeth, already nearing his peak.

"Come on, monkeyboy. Show me what you've got." Mufasa growled in playful challenge and bent over more, his mane brushing against the ground while his rear remained high up in the air and his tail even higher.

The slurping noises of slick fruit juices grew louder still and the great Lion King could feel himself being impaled repeatedly, but without any of the painful sensations that usually accompany that feeling. It was mostly in his mind since he could not help twitching every time in preparation for a searing pain that never came.

The monkey came, though. He went into a burst of speed and cried out something that Mufasa could not make out just before he started to cum lots in the lion's rear. Wave after thick wave of watery seed erupted under the King's tail and the monkey did not even slow down during the whole thing. Streams of baboon cream ran down his rear and down the backs of his hindlegs before they could seep into the grass below. Rafiki then yanked back all of a sudden and leaped off the lion's rear just as swiftly as he had mounted him.

"Huu, huu! That's some good lion!" He proclaimed loudly with a great grin on his white bearded face.

Mufasa panted and lifted his slippery forepaw from the ground, looking at the orange pawprint he had made in the grass. The same substance was running slowly down the back of his balls too, and he watched Rafiki fall back against the side of his tree, wiping his brow and just standing there to catch his breath.

A dark shadow fell over him, and when he looked up he could see the sun eclipsed behind Mufasa's large frame, making his red manefur light up like a halo. He had the most unnerving, predatory smile on his muzzle.

"Now bend over, Rafiki. It's the Lion King's turn to ride."

Rafiki laughed and ducked down to see the massive lioncock dangling between the big cat's hindlegs. He was horny and eager now, and his whole length dripped with the orange lubricating fluids that he had just rubbed off from his paw.

"As you wish, my King." Rafiki did an exaggerated bow and at that moment Mufasa pounced on him and got the old baboon down on his knees, whereupon he mounted him swiftly and stuffed his blue ass full of musky hot liondick. He went into an instant rapid pounding and Rafiki could tell this was going to be one of the rough ones.

"Grrrmmm.. you're the best shaman I've had." He praised while the baboon was still trying to find his footing and brace himself against the powerful thrusts from behind.

"Ooooh.. hee! And not just because the ol' monkey'll bend over when you say so?" he chided.

"Mmm. Partly." Mufasa confessed, his balls smacking hard against Rafiki's. "Also I haven't had any lionesses please me today yet, so when I'm done with your tail you can paw me off too."

Rafiki oooohed. A rare opportunity to collect the King's seed. This overshadowed even the rutting he was getting right now. The monkey needed that for his potions, but he was always too shy to actually ask for it himself. The last time he had talked Sarafina into giving the King a muzzlejob and not swallowing afterwards. She had then slipped off to a bush where he was ready with an empty coconut shell to collect it. It was a complicated way of doing it, but he had to get the materials he needed.

His thoughts were interrupted by the primal snarl behind him and a gush of hot cream filled his rear in an instant when the Lion King came hard. Even while his tailhole was getting hosed, the monkey reached out with one of his long, thin blue arms to grab the used fruit shell from the ground and he emptied it of the orange goo on the ground. This would do nicely for round two.

* * * * * * *

Rafiki awoke the next day by the sound of claws scraping the side of his tree. His eyes opened slowly and he stared up into the crown of the tree from his hammock, his ears perking up more as the sound persisted. Did he have any appointments today?

Not any that he could remember. He wracked his sleepy brain, trying to think of who could be visiting him now, but every thought turned up blank. One of the first sensations from his awakening body was that of his sore butt, courtesy of the Lion King yesterday. That was quite a ride.

The sound reached his ears again, this time much closer. It could only be an intruder, maybe a predator. That sure sounded like claws to him.

A chilling sensation ran down his spine, paralyzing him for a moment and before he could react, a golden foreleg reached right up into his nest and helped heave a lioness into his home who had apparently climbed all the way up his tree. Rafiki looked out of the side of his hammock and exhaled a long-held breath when he finally saw who it was.

"Whew."

"Are you alright, my dear?" Rafiki looked concerned over at Sarabi who rolled over on her back and lay panting down below.

"Yes, yes I'm fine." Sarabi smiled sweetly up at him in that certain way which always made the old baboon's heart melt.

"Mufasa talked to me yesterday and he said you could use... a little company."

Rafiki laughed with a chittering sound and jumped out of his hammock. Swinging from branch to branch he then landed right in front of her and gave her a tight hug around her neck.

"Soooo nice of him to send me his Queen, yes." The male smirked. "I imagine you cannot stay long, tho, hmm? Hmm?"

"Weeeeeell..." Sarabi drew out the answer, just to see his eyes light up with anticipation. "..just for a few hours."

"Ahhhhyes. Heehee! Lotsa, lotsa duties for the King, eh? Inspecting all those borders."

Sarabi nodded with a smile and nuzzled the baboon, feeling his white beard tickle her nosepad and whiskers before she rubbed her muzzle down over his chest, then farther down to his thin stomach and lower still. She was stopped from going any lower by both his hands gripping her under the chin and pulling her head up to look at his own.

"Ohhhnononono. Not today, sweetie. Today you get monkeyseed between your legs, yes?"

"You're such a dirty old baboon." Sarabi grinned and rolled over on her back so she could spread her hindlegs in invitation to him. She had barely started to sprawl out comfortably before the monkey pounced on her and mounted her swiftly, already stiff from the thought of a few hours alone with the most beautiful lioness in the lands.

His smooth shaft parted the leonine's tight slit without clemency and he buried his full length inside her in one go. Sarabi was suddenly very glad she had had all those naughty thoughts about him ever since this morning, or his entry would have been entirely dry.

Rafiki was met with the wonderfully tight resistance of a female not meant for his equipment, and he received even more sexual energy from hearing her cry of surprise.

"Riding lionesspussy is everyone's dream!" He declared loudly as he humped her with the swiftness of his species.

His feet grabbed onto her hindlegs near the joints of her hips and his hands grabbed her hindpaws right at her ankles so that he hung suspended between her two hindlegs, but with his groin low enough to beat himself rapidly into her smooth cunny. Sarabi looked up with admiration at his acrobatic skills and noticed that no part of him was touching the ground. Even his tail was curled up around her left hindleg.

Rafiki moved one of his hands away and bent over more so that he could reach down and start to rub over her rows of nipples, teasing each one into hardness.

Sarabi moaned and started to knead her forepaws at the air while she took the smooth, thick baboondick into her tight sex at such a rapid pace.

"OOoooh, OOOOH!" Rafiki moaned out shamelessly, already close to bursting. The baboon could not think of anything more arousing than mating someone not of his own species. Not even the sexiest baboon females could get him going like a swishy lionessrump could. Which was why he did not come to Pride Rock on casual visits, but only to conduct ceremonies and whenever else his shamanic duties demanded it, because all those lionesses lounging in the heat in every position imaginable would have him too erect to walk.

"MmmMMMyeah." Sarabi panted and blushed under her fur at the combined groping of her engorged teats and the rough banging she was getting by the overly eager Rafiki.

"Fuck your Queen, shaman." She growled and licked her muzzle, looking down to watch the naughty monkey pound her sex. His blue body swung back and forth at an incredible speed, almost like watching him throw himself from branch to branch, and the quick thrusts of his hips only made him even faster.

"Ooo-huuh! Don' worry!" He shouted out and then leaned down over her with his head at her chest level so he could whisper to her in his low, hoarse voice.

"Ol' Rafiki'll fuck the pretty lioness every which way." He promised with a wink. The male was already getting closer from the exquisite squeezing her pussy made over his smooth cock and he reached up high to pluck one of the orange lubricating fruits from his supply hanging bundled overhead of the two of them. He cracked it open on a rock next to him just to get ready for next round and left the two full shells beside him.

Sarabi recognized the fruit and she gave an involuntary shiver in anticipation of getting it in the tail next. This was finally her chance to test the old baboon's stamina and this time she intended to stay until he could not move a muscle, even if Mufasa came back before that. He did not climb trees, after all, so Rafiki should be able to convince him that she was already home when he came by to pick her up.

A sense of urgency permeated even the scent of hybrid sex in the tree top and Rafiki's happy shriek pierced the morning air when he started to cum hard inside the warm, tight lionesspussy he had been pounding relentlessly.

"OoooOO! EwaaAAAA!" The mandrill cried out as gush after thick gush from his blue-furred balls spewed into the tight confines of the female's wet slit. Even before he had finished entirely he withdrew from her sex and reached into the open fruit to soak his hand in the orange goop. Sarabi lifted her head to watch him reach down and jerk himself off to slather his shaft in the orange stuff while he was still squirting.

"Quick quick, turn over!" He bounced with excitement, the juices running down his thighs and balls.

Sarabi just giggled at his enthusiasm and looked down at the squirts hitting her tummy and rump. She rolled over on her belly as instructed and lifted her rump up in preparation, moving her tail aside at the same time. She clenched her teeth hard at the fat shaft that suddenly pushed right up her tailhole with no warning and plunged deep, even if it was a slippery and easy entry.

A wet paw grabbed her shoulder and the monkey continued without pause, hammering himself up under her tail with reckless abandon and moaning things in Swahili too fast for Sarabi to catch. She really had him worked up.

The Queen purrrumbled deeply and started to knead the ground. The raunchy sounds of monkeymating were much too loud to dismiss and she could feel his heavy balls slap violently against her wet pussy, only adding to the sloppy sounds of hybrid lovemaking between them. She just mrowled and pushed back to meet the smaller male's thrusts, loving a good tailfuck. It was so much different from Mufasa's sharp and barbed length. Even if she was now being stretched a bit more than she felt comfortable, the monkey could actually rut her rear as fast and deep as he wanted since he was smooth and easy to take. She had had to train Mufasa not to hump her too fast in the tail, because eventually the barbs started to hurt more than please and it was a lot more of a careful balance with him.

She felt both of his feethands grab her ankles to hold on so that he could push himself faster against her. In contrast to their quick session just before where he hung from each of her hindlegs as if they were two branches, this time he could lean much more over her back and she felt him grip her shoulders from behind as the mandrill bowed down completely with his face just behind her neckscruff.

"Uuuuhyes.. Mufasa said you were such a good little assbitch that you come just by having your tail taken. Hee!" Rafiki leaned down with an almost confidential air, completely out of context with his animalistic banging in her rear.

Sarabi just blushed bright red at that comment and could not think of anything to say, especially in her current distracted state.

"Don't be shy, lioness. Show me!" He cooed amidst his persistent humping.

Sarabi gasped and pushed her rump back to meet the thrusts, desperately working herself towards her own pleasure. Normally she had those barbs to stimulate her, that was a familiar sensation and apparently the one that triggered her own climax, because no matter how much she tried she just could not get over the edge this time.

"I.. I can't." She panted and dug her claws deeper into the nest, so badly wanting to do what the male told her.

"Come. Let me help you..." The monkey replied in his low, ominous tone - the same he used to give profound spiritual advice. Rafiki's one foot let go of her ankle and he lifted it quickly up between them to stick two of his footfingers into her cumwet pussy, promptly fingerfucking her while he boisterously hammered her ass as hard as he could. Sarabi let out a *yeowl* and squeezed her slick entrance around the two long fingers, her body supplying a thick coating to them both in her instantaneous climax. That was all the stimulation she needed.

The monkey hollered in victory and assfucked the sleek lioness with savage determination as if he was still in his virile youth. Lionessbutt obviously brought out the beast in him, especially when he got it clenching in tight rhythm like this. Mufasa had indeed been right - his Queen had gotten a lot better at taking it in the tail since last time. Oooh, he definitely had to get a few more of these matings before she went home today.

Sarabi hung her head down towards the floor and grinned mischievously to herself as she felt the zealous shaman deliver the first volley of hot monkeycum under her tail.

"We'll see how cocky he is after 10 matings like this." She thought with a smirk. The lioness could easily go for a full day of this, but she would be surprised if Rafiki had the energy to last another two hours until Mufasa came back...