A Third Roar
This is the continuation of my last story, "That Afternoon." I would really like to add pictures to my stories, but my art is limited to stick-figures and Yiffy-TLK is hard to come by. If you could help, I'd appreciate it. Now for the standard legal stuff: All characters are copyrighted to the Walt Disney Corporation. Blah, Blah, Blah. As always, feel free to email questions, comments, suggestions, etc. ([email protected]).
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A Third Roar
"I love you." Simba's words were always soft and comforting. Even if all the Pride Lands were ablaze, his voice could cut out the crackling fires and suppress the awesome heat.
"I love you too, Daddy," Nala replied. Suddenly caught by her words, she blushed and almost apologized to Simba for her obvious confusion but instead she realized he was not talking to her. That is, he was not talking to "Nala." Nala suddenly noticed she was not alone, in fact, it seemed as though she were a spectator to a conversation between her love and another lioness. The second lioness stepped up to Simba as if Nala were invisible and began rubbing her head and neck along his. All Nala could see was that the lioness was very young and beautiful.
"Are you sure this is alright?" The young lioness asked Simba. Her voice sounded a little too familiar to Nala and a wave of discomfort began to wash over her.
"Nothing could be more right, my love," Simba replied.
The young lioness stepped away from Simba. Nala thought she knew all the lionesses in the Pride Lands but only the voice was familiar for some reason. Although Nala could clearly see the lioness'features, the stranger with the familiar voice still remained a mystery.
The young lioness sat and looked at the ground, seemingly unsure of what to do. After a moment of doing this, she raised her head just enough to look at Simba and smiled. "Well if you say it is alright, who am I to argue?" With that the lioness raised her herself off the dirt and curled her body to face away from Simba. She looked over her shoulder with an inviting look then lie back on the ground.
"Simba! Who is sh--" Nala couldn't speak. Her words just echoed in her mind. All Nala could do was walk around the scene and watch.
Simba eyed the young lioness. He took his time to enjoy the beauty that lay before him. He walked right past Nala and straddled the younger lioness. He bent down and whispered in her ear, "No one needs to know." With that, he arched his back a little and rested the tip of his full-grown and wet member at the entrance of the young lioness. Simba took a deep breath then steadily slid his meat into his lover.
Nala could not force herself to look away. She had no control over her body. All she could do was watch her husband slowly pump the young, moaning lioness. Nala couldn't be angry with Simba for mounting the lioness; he was the king and as such it was his duty to mate with the females of the pride. However, Nala did feel little insulted. The least he could have done was wait until she was not around. Nala noticed that she had moved. Now she was staring straight at the coupled lions. She couldn't help but notice how much they were enjoying their little session. The lioness voiced her pleasure in short gasps and moans in time with the thrusting of the lion inside her. Nala almost felt sick watching the two lions buck in rhythm with each other, especially Simba who seemed to be deriving more pleasure than he should have. Still, there was something familiar about the young lioness.
A loud cry from the lion on the bottom shook Nala. She finally recognized the lioness; it was her daughter, Kiara! Disbelief forced Nala to look into the lioness' face as she grunted and moaned in arousal. The more she watched, the more she was sure it was Kiara being ridden by Simba. Kiara's moans and squeals grew louder and an intense anger built up in Nala. She glared at Simba and detected a malignance in his nature. Simba was deriving as much pleasure in the knowledge he was mating his daughter as he was from the warmth and pressure on his penis.
Nala roared and tried to lash at Simba but found that she didn't have an arm. She was just a floating observer, unable to affect the vile act at hand.
The two lions' breathing became incredibly labored. Kiara had lost herself in the ecstasy and was now clawing at the dirt uncontrollably. All of a sudden, Kiara pushed herself up and straightened her back. She gritted her teeth in strain. Simba responded by pulling her in and driving himself as far into her small body as possible. Simba closed his eyes and groaned, and with a sudden exhale, released himself into his daughter. Feeling the thick warmth of the lion inside her, Kiara cried out in total, unadulterated ecstasy.
Nala too cried out. Somehow she felt Kiara's pleasure and the thick heat of Simba's seed.
The lions cried out like this until all the air in their lungs had escaped. Kiara collapsed in the dirt. Nala managed to get herself under control and looked at Simba. He was still holding Kiara's haunches. He laughed abruptly then looked right at Nala.
"There's nothing wrong with this," he said. "As king I need to empty my seed into the bellies of all the lionesses in the pride."
"She is your daughter!" Nala snapped back. "How can you 'empty your seed' into the belly of your daughter?!"
Simba looked at Nala with a mischievous grin. "Don't worry, my love," he said. "I saved a little for you." With that he pulled himself out of Kiara and walked over toward Nala. Nala was still unable to move. She felt herself fall onto her chest. Simba stood before her and said, "It's alright, this is a good thing for all of us." He walked over Nala and rested his head on her hind end, as he did this, his lionhood pressed against Nala's lips.
Nala clenched her teeth and yelled a reverent, "No!" However, the vibrations of her voice stimulated Simba and he released several spurts of his seed on Nala's face and muzzle. She felt his seed splash against her fur. It was cold.
A crisp scent found its way into Nala's nose. The clean smell of water.
Tap. Tap. Nala's ear flicked back at the slight touch on the sensitive fur of her right ear. Another faint, wet tap to the inside corner of her eye made Nala shake her head in an instinctive flinch. She opened her eyes and craned her soft neck toward the heavens trying to get a grasp of the world she was now in. "It was a dream, "she thought as she looked at the gray sky.
The heat was still powerful and continued to sap most of the lioness' energy as it had all afternoon. Normally, she would want nothing but to return to her peaceful slumber and continue to dream, but her latest nap included a dream that was anything but peaceful. Belligerent clouds overhead and the raps on her fur told a storm was coming. Even the Queen of the Pride Lands heeded the warnings from nature. Nala sighed in reluctant submission and scoffed as she had always done at her irony: she loved the rain, but hated getting wet. Slowly, she prepared to stand. As everyone knows, the chore of standing after a long catnap is a mighty one even for a lioness as strong as she. The haze of the existence between dream and reality always renders one's actions to only the simple and sluggish acts. So, with a grunt, Nala gingerly raised her hind end, arched her back so her chest was just above the dirt, and extended her front paws and claws as far as her body would allow her. With a low roar she rocked her chest forward, keeping her front legs stiff until every muscle was sufficiently stretched for her to walk.
"What a miserably inelegant ordeal," she thought. "Simba would have loved to see that." Nala laughed to herself as she thought of all the times she harangued her lover about how "the king should be graceful" even when awaking from a nap. It was always done in good fun. Simba never took her criticism of his grace seriously, but she still loved to get under his skin whenever the opportunity arose.
The gentle sprinkle had grown into a light rain and was still gaining in strength. Nala realized she needed to get inside the cave soon before she got caught in a downpour. With a final yawn, Nala shook the last remnants of slumber from her body and expelled any remaining memories the latest dream. As she padded off toward the entrance to Pride Rock she began to think of the things any queen or mother would think of: How did the day's hunts go; what troublesome group found its way to the pride lands; were any of the lionesses caught in the rain. Nala never worried about Simba getting caught in a little rain. His days with Timon and Pumba in the forest left him with a love of water. The only thing that worried her about Simba and water was the smell. She hated it when he would deliberately lie next to her dripping wet and smelling of things she preferred not to think about. What was worse was that he knew how she felt about his waterlogged actions and was sure he got extra dirty just to gross her out and force her to cover her muzzle. Sometimes she wondered if he would ever stop being that cub always out for adventure and a laugh.
A loud crack of thunder made Nala flinch and gasp in surprise. She stopped in her tracks as her thoughts fluttered across the Pride Lands to her daughter, Kiara. Earlier that morning, Nala sent Kiara away from Pride Rock for a while to help Simba cope with Kiara's latest development. Kiara had recently entered into her first heat and just like any lioness her age, was afraid and confused. Unknown and indescribable urges flooded the young lioness' head and she turned to her mother for help. Nala remembered her first heat and some of the troubles it caused. She remembered how uncontrollable the only male in the pride was and how her feelings made Nala perform perverse acts she still felt shame for. Of course, it didn't help that the only male at the time was Scar and his mind was already as twisted and crooked as a baobab tree. Kiara was a strong and beautiful lioness, and Nala could tell her heat would be just as potent as her beauty. It would be nearly impossible for Simba to control himself, especially since there hadn't been nearly as many females in the pride since he banished Zira and the others. So to help prevent trouble, Nala sent her daughter to a secluded patch of dirt no one else knew about. Now that the rain had started, Nala began to worry about her daughter. "She'll be alright," she told herself. "It's just a little rain. What could possibly happen?" Shaking off some of the water that had soaked into her fur, Nala continued toward her cave's entrance.
Inside Pride Rock was a marvelous place. No matter how miserable conditions were outside, inside the cave was always inviting. Rain never trailed farther than a lion's dripping coat would carry it, and bad news always seemed to dissipate once it hit the pride's sleeping chamber and the lioness could chat and muse about it. Barely past the entrance, Nala stopped and shook her coat until she only felt a little damp. She made her way to the sleeping chamber where the other lioness had already gathered. Some were split up into small groups chit-chatting about the day's hunts or telling amusing anecdotes to elicit bursts of laughter from all in earshot. Others were spread out on the ground fast asleep, dreaming about whatever their imaginations could come up with.
A gust of laughter erupted from one group of five lionesses near Nala and the queen's curiosity was piqued. "What's so funny?" Nala asked.
A lioness a little younger than Nala named, Ramla, answered. "You probably wouldn't want to hear it, Nala," she said. "It's about Simba and another lioness."
"Ramla!" hissed an older lioness called, Wambui. "There's no proof. Don't go worrying Nala about things you aren't certain of."
Nala smiled. "I like to think I'm mature enough to understand the responsibilities of the king," Nala told the lionesses. "And I'd like to think I know Simba well enough to trust him not to fall in love with another lioness. Now, Ramla, what is so funny?"
Ramla looked at the other lionesses and smiled before returning her attention to Nala. "Well, before the rain started, Simba returned and went straight to the back of the cave," she said.
"How is that funny?" Nala asked.
"It's not that he went to the back of Pride Rock that's so funny, Nala," Wambui chimed in. "What's funny is that when he first entered the cave, he had the dumbest smirk on his face I've seen since he was a cub. He looked like he had just done something he shouldn't have and got away with it."
Nala knew that look. She was usually his partner in crime when he did something he wasn't supposed to do.
Ramla returned to the conversation, "The thing is, Simba didn't know we all know him that well. Meria asked him if he had had a good day and winked suggestively at him. Next thing we know his smirk vanished and he slid out back in a hurry."
Nala laughed, Simba would never change. Even as a cub he would dip his head and hide in one of the back chambers whenever he thought he was in trouble.
"When he passed us," continued Ramla. "The unmistakable scent of heat followed him. We think it may have been Dika, she's been gone most of the day."
"That's Simba," Nala laughed, shaking her head. "Even as king he always thinks he's in trouble." All the lionesses chuckled. Nala remembered her daughter. "Have any of you seen Kiara? It's getting late."
"She came in a while ago," said Meria. "I'm not sure if she's still here. She may have gone back outside. You know she loves the rain."
Nala nodded in response. "Thank you. I'll go check on Simba and find out what he's done now. I'll keep you posted." With that, Nala acknowledged the various farewells and headed toward the back of the cave. Kiara would be fine in the rain, undoubtedly she knew most of the lions would stay inside Pride Rock and she would be left alone. Nala let her mind return to her childish mate; she was curious about what mischief he had caused and she planned on bothering him about not being invited. As Nala approached the rear of the cave, she heard Simba talking to another lioness. Although she couldn't make out what was being said, one thing Nala could make out was the musky scent of leonine heat emanating from the narrow tunnel. Curiosity mixed with a strange lust from her latest dream, lead her toward the scent. She had to "investigate" this new female.
"Will you mate me again?" asked Kiara. Her last ordeal with her father had left quite an impression.
"I'm not so sure that would be a good idea," Simba replied. "I think some of the lionesses know what happened out in the Pride Lands this afternoon. Besides, I can't see Nala allowing this."
Nala had been listening to the two lions once she reached the backside of one of the large rocks that lay near the entrance to that particular part of the den. She was almost offended by Simba's last remark. As queen, Nala knew that it was the king's duty to ensure the survival of the pride, and part of that responsibility was mating with all of the lionesses. "What did he mean by me 'not allowing this?'?" Nala decided to listen a little while longer. Besides, she was in a particularly frisky mood because of the rain. If something did happen between the two, perhaps she could show Simba her approval by "introducing" herself.
"It's the king's duty to mate with the lionesses of the Pride. All the lionesses. She understands this," Nala countered. "After all that talk about the 'Circle of Life' and what happened earlier, you can't tell me it's not thought-provoking, can you?"
"You're right, I can't," Simba marveled at his daughter's maturity. That and her fascinating libido. She was right; the Circle of Life must continue and a strong male was a rare find. The only two Simba knew of were Outlanders, and one of those was far too inept to even consider raising children with. "You truly are your mother's daughter. Just be a little quieter this time. This afternoon I thought the Great Kings could hear you."
"Finally, Simba," Nala thought with a lascivious sneer across her muzzle. "You never questioned me when I wanted to mate. Maybe I should encourage you a little more." Nala lay down behind and waited for the perfect moment to surprise the intermingled lions.
Kiara smiled at her father in anticipation then moved closer so she could rub her head under his strong chin. "This time, you don't need to hold back," she said purposely letting her lustful desires be known. She continued to rub her head under Simba's chin, then her neck and back. All the way until the tuft of her tail tickled his cheek as it brushed by. Kiara found a place on the rock and lay down, moving her tail to the right so her mate could get a good look at her glistening offering. A smile over her left shoulder signaled she was ready.
Simba softly padded over to his lioness and once again nuzzled her head with his cheek before resting some of his weight on her. He arched his back and instinctively found what he was looking for. The heat Kiara's vulva gave off as his tip connected with her sent a chill running up his spine. As he grabbed hold of the nape of her neck, Simba slid into Kiara until their haunches met. He paused deep inside Kiara to savor the heat and pressure. A groan from the lioness under him told Simba of her pleasure. In thinking of the taboo of mating his daughter, Simba had almost forgotten how euphoric this connection was. It was time to continue; slowly he pulled out of the lioness only to push himself back in. She matched his gyrations easily and the two drifted away in ecstasy.
The moans coming from the lions behind the rock were erotic and Nala felt herself getting excited. She desired very badly to join in, but desired the look of surprise on Simba even more. Nala rolled onto her side and quietly listened to the sounds around her. The groans, the sounds of fur rubbing against fur, the rain, and the distant, undecipherable murmur of the rest of the pride -- all these sounds seemed to fit together in an erotic symphony. As Nala lie there, waiting for the payoff of surprise and lust, she began to get hot... and wet. "Perhaps if I stay really quiet..." she thought. She rolled over a little more and allowed her front paws to traverse her body, as she would often let the paws and tongue of her lover do. She raked her fur softly with her claws. Her paws gradually got lower, and lower. It didn't take long before she found herself massaging her mound with gentle grunts and groans of pleasure. Nala's head shook every so often when she accidentally hit the right nerves and almost lost control of herself. She had to make this last.
Nala continued eavesdropping on the two entangled lion in the adjoining den. Their tryst was obviously becoming more enjoyable... to all involved. The soft groans from the female under Simba's rhythmic spell had turned into tender moans of elation. Nala could picture seeing the carnal sounds escape the delicate, black lips of the young lioness, and she could imagine how it would feel to make those sounds as she felt Simba's strength push itself deep into her body. Nala extended the claws on both of her front paws. As one paw lightly raked the underside of her chin and behind her round ears, the other could be found skimming its claws through the delicate, wet fur between her thighs. She carefully let one experienced claw slip inside her most sacred crevasse and tenderly sweep in her body. The pleasure this caused rivaled that Simba gave her whenever he made his most passionate love to her.
As the sounds from the next den grew into more intense, so did Nala's fondling. While the coupled lions' grunts grew louder and increased pace, Nala imagined just how the lucky lioness she was hearing moan must have been feeling. She envisioned Simba's weight pressed against her body as the rhythmic rubbing and powerful gyrations of the male perfectly in time with hers to ensured the greatest amount of pleasure. She could feel his breath on her ears and the massive piece of meat driving itself deeper into her as her body responded by clenching its invader and deriving even more gratification. Nala imagined that Simba's present grunts were her doing and the lioness' cries of bliss were her own. Nala's paw was trying desperately to enter the body of its mistress, and in the process sending Nala to a level of elation she could barely describe. The lion began peddling her hind legs in the air. She couldn't hold back much longer. She was so close...
Simba pulled himself as deep into Kiara as he could and with a deafening roar, released his seed in warm, thick torrents inside of the lioness. Kiara in turn let out her own roar, a roar that rivaled her father's.
Knowing what had transpired, Nala stopped fighting her urges and gave into orgasm with a third mighty roar.
Simba laid his head on Kiara's shoulder as she lowered hers to the ground. Breathless and exhausted, the two lions lay on the stone and fell asleep still connected as lovers.
Nala also lay on the stone catching her breath and began her descent from a bliss she rarely experienced. She knew she had missed her chance to surprise her mate and the new lioness. The fact that she was a little disappointed couldn't be hidden, but Nala figured it turned out just fine. The lioness lay on the rock for several minutes. Experience taught her that Simba was usually exhausted after mating, as were the lioness he mated. Nala figured it would not be proper to meet the new lioness in such a situation. The smell of pheromones in that section of the cave was nearly overwhelming and Nala knew that she should return to the rest of the pride and catch the latest news. Reluctantly, Nala raised herself off the warm stone floor and ambled as gracefully as possible to the main chamber of the den. "I wonder if Kiara is alright," she wondered, "it isn't usual for her to be gone this long." Nala entered the main chamber, found her perch and joined in the gossip to see if anything juicy had happened to anyone lately.