The Water Hole
This is the conclusion of my TLK three-part series which started with "That Afternoon."
The Water Hole
By Base_Progression
A distant noise brought clouds that chased the dream from Nala's mind. "Morning, already?" she thought. She rolled to her stomach and released a grunt of protest into her paws, followed by the slow and reluctant rising of her head to take in a long, deep breath through her nose. As she let the cool, dusty morning air fill her lungs, the fog of unconsciousness slowly began to roll away, gradually replaced by coherent thought. While an undemanding consciousness started to prevail over the fading memories of the night's imaginings, the dawn's sunlight, already permeating her eyelids, warmed and helped to wake the beautiful queen of the Pride Lands. Finally, a sufficient amount of reality had taken root; Nala opened her soft, black lips and let the air in her lungs escape back into the daylight, taking all remnants of that night's dreams with it. She carefully opened her eyes just wide enough to see the sun's light on the stone near her paws. With another unenthusiastic grunt, the delicate lioness gingerly climbed to her paws and straightened her legs. Then, as if bowing, she lowered her head and stretched as she rocked back on her front paws. A slight pause, then she pushed her shoulders forward and her rear down to rock her body forward. Extending the strong muscles in her rear legs after a night of deep slumber was always a great feat come the early morning, and elicited a rarely silent groan from the queen.
Nala finished her routine by stretching her neck and wetting her lips while letting out a weary sigh. "Mornings are never easy," she thought, shaking her head. "What a miserable way to greet each day." With her customary post-sleep workout out of the way, Nala left Pride Rock and made her way to the Water Hole.
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Kiara awoke from her slumber, greeted by the feeling of a strong, soft and warm forearm cushioning her head and another resting heavily across her flank. She opened her eyes and smiled at her father. He was so deep in blissful sleep she would have bet a stampede of wildebeests could not wake him. The smile across his muzzle was that of pure contentment. Kiara closed her eyes again and buried her head in Simba's chest. She took in a deep breath of air mixed with Simba's scent, and then let it out as a pleasant sigh. This was something she had not done since she was a cub, and the warmth and comforting safety she felt filled her mind with fond memories of burrowing in her father's mane and falling asleep as her mother sang soft lullabies, interrupted only by brief, gentle licks behind her ears as a nightly bath reached its end. Although she would admit it to no one, including herself, it was a warm feeling she could lose herself in for days. She knew, however, it would not be a good idea to let her mother catch her in such a compromising situation as being asleep in Simba's paws while the young lioness was in heat. So, with silent objection, she firmly nuzzled Simba's chest once more, capturing a last hint of loving security before carefully sliding out of his arms.
Kiara stood and closed her eyes for a moment. It is never easy for a lioness to wake up quickly without experiencing a little lightheadedness. When she opened her eyes again, she looked at Simba, that big, silly grin, still across his muzzle. She was successful in not waking him. A look over her shoulder and a perked ear assured her that none on the lionesses were awake and watching her, then she lowered her head to Simba's in a firm but tender nuzzle. A last lap to his lips, and she took her leave.
Kiara padded quietly to the entrance of the den. The den which hid the previous night's activities was secluded and almost a cave of its own at the back of Pride Rock. Kiara carefully peeked around the rock that guarded her room's entry. Nala was asleep near the entrance of the cave, the sunlight only inches from her front paws. The site reminded Kiara of a lazy guard, sleeping while adversaries snuck past her. "I wonder if anyone saw us last night," she thought. Kiara had tried her best to subdue the sounds of passion during the heights she and Simba had reached the night before, but she could not remember how successful she had been. She remembered only hearing a third roar, though now she could not be sure if it emanated within her.
She looked around the cave; Dika and Wambui were gone, most likely out planning the day's hunt. Nothing in the cave seemed to confirm her fear. Kiara warily headed through the cave, and passed her mother.
The princess was as silent as she had ever hoped to be as she crept pass the rest of the pride. She saw Meria asleep, her head covered by her paws. Simba's friends, Timon and Pumba were snoring as loudly as captured prey begging for release less than a tail's length from the old lioness. Kiara giggled to herself at the sight. Nala must have either really convinced Simba to trust his daughter to keep him from sending those two to watch her when she left two days prior. Either that or the queen right out threatened the nervous meerkat and warthog. It was no secret that Timon still feared living among carnivores.
The warm savannah sun greeted the princess the instant she stepped paw outside Pride Rock. She had always been able to find peace with each new morning. Perhaps it was something about the amiability of the sunlight, or the early winds across the grass, every bad dream or nightly worry seemed to melt with the colors of dawn. Kiara answered the Sun's greeting by standing in its light, stretching and letting the mild heat wake her senses. Just as it did every morning, a cool but mellow breeze circled the young lioness. A deep breath and memories of her urges and the resulting actions of the previous day blossomed wildly throughout Kiara's body.
The breeze wafted the mingled scents of lion musk and heat. An unexpected moan escaped through Kiara's lips as the scents brought about an instant physical and mental rush. Her body tightened and shook; her mind flashed lurid memories of the feelings, both physically and emotionally of Simba's mountings. It took the young lioness a moment to wrestle an end to the memories and passionate tremors. She paused and looked back worriedly at the cave entrance; her cry could have easily been heard by those inside. Kiara realized quickly that the scents of heat and sex were emanating from her. There was no way she could greet the other lionesses with such scents present. She needed to bathe, and quickly. Nala would come looking for her to verify her welfare, and Kiara knew Nala would recognize the scents of Simba and of their love-making. Not waiting to see if her cry awoke another, Kiara ran toward the Water Hole.
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It was going to be a beautiful day; Nala could feel it. A night of heavy rain always gave birth to a warm, cloudless day, and brought the Pride Lands to life. Nala was in no particular rush to reach the Water Hole. The air was still moist and heavy with scent of rain so thick that almost seemed to quench her thirst. Several of her subjects greeted the queen while she walked. As always, she replied to every greeting with charm, and answered every question; although most of these questions were simply about her morning. Nala even took a moment to chuckle when she accidentally startled a herd of zebra. Always loyal and displaying the proper respect, the zebra were very among the best residents of the Pride Lands, but they were not about to sacrifice a member of the herd for the sake of a mere "Good morning."
Nala stopped for a few moments on the hill of which the Water Hole rested at the base. She took her time there to make a brief survey of the kingdom. The startled herd of zebra had found another place to graze. Hidden from their view, Nala saw Dika and Wambui concealed in the grass nearby, watching the herd. Rafiki's baobab was already full of the baboon's life as the lioness watched the old guy bound from one branch to another, collecting various ingredients for either another potion or his breakfast. She even took note of the desolate Outlands with a mix of curiosity, anger and pity.
A breeze blew around and wrapped the queen in a blanket of morning scents. She loved the breezes of the Pride Lands. The winds blew away air before it became stale. They calmed what could sometimes be the terrible heat of late afternoon. The scents they carried contained any information the queen needed but was unable to attain by simply looking at her kingdom. Nala thought about Simba. He should be awakening soon and heading toward the Water Hole.
She looked back to Pride Rock and thought about the last night's activities. Nala's heat had just started, but she did not want to bother Simba while he was with the other lioness. Plans began to take form as Nala imagined the various games she wanted to play. She smiled as she planned to surprise her mate when he came for a drink that morning. She knew Simba well enough to know that the undertakings of the previous night and the scents of her new heat would make him susceptible to her more carnal whims.
Nala looked to the Water Hole. A lioness was busy bathing herself in the water of the pride's oasis. "Kiara," she thought. Nala had almost forgotten that she sent her daughter away the previous morning to hide her heat from her father. "She still has a couple days to go," thought Nala. "I might as well find out how she's doing. She must be enjoying the peace." This was the first time Kiara had ever been able to be alone. Each time the princess left, Simba had her escorted by his two dim-witted companions. Nala had to threaten the meerkat and warthog to keep them from going. She wouldn't actually hurt the two fun-loving critters, but Timon had always been a little nervous around the lionesses of the pride. Besides, this was one time Kiara did not need to Simba to smother her. Nala continued toward the Water Hole to greet her daughter, Simba, still on her mind.
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"Mother?" Kiara yelled. The surface of the lagoon frothed as the princess splashed wildly, struggling to jump to all fours. She had been in the pond only a moment when her mother appeared. The water was deep enough to submerse her legs and chest.
"Take it easy, Kiara," Nala reassured her. "I only wanted to see how you were doing." The queen started slowly walking into the shallow water of the bank. Submersion in the liquid was never something she had been able to fully appreciate like her mate had. Nala disliked the feeling of being completely wet, and feared the danger of drowning more than she would have ever admitted. She stopped when the water covered her paws.
Kiara's heart beat loudly and her breath was still deep as she labored to control her shaken nerves. "I'm fine," she finally managed to reply through a toothy smile so obviously contrived, Kiara felt she might as well just tell her mother everything.
Nala could tell Kiara had something to hide. "Kiara, what have you done?"
The smile fell as did Kiara's jaw. Her heart stopped pumping. "Does she know?" She thought. "No," she reasoned. "She wouldn't be this calm." Kiara ran quickly through excuses and fibs. She needed something mischievous enough to agitate Nala, but not so terrible as to infuriate her. "Promise you won't get mad?"
"I knew it," Nala responded. "Neither you nor your father can keep a secret. If it's not something too bad, I suppose I could deal with it."
"I went to the Outlands." Her excuse seemed to run past Kiara's lips even faster than she thought about it. "Hey, that's pretty good," she thought, relaxing just enough to absorb any verbal onslaught her mother could make. Her heart beat returned.
"Kiara!" Nala scolded. "Why would you do that? You know it's dangerous!"
"Sorry, mother," Kiara did her best to act regretful. In truth, she was rather pleased with herself for developing such a gem. "It's just that, I'm not little anymore," she explained, walking adamantly toward her mother. "This was the first time those two poor excuses for lunch haven't followed me everywhere I went! Besides, nothing bad happened!" Kiara stopped barely a muzzle's length from her mother. Although she started by trying to defend a lie, Kiara was truthfully upset with the lack of trust her father had shown her by having her constantly guarded.
Nala was still frustrated, the Outlands was a terrible place. Not only was the land barren and harsh, but it was also home to the murderous followers of Scar. However, Nala did understand her daughter's need for freedom. She knew what it was like to be young and under the constant supervision of some dodo. Old memories of her mates exploits as a cub formed in her mind. She could still hear the arguments Simba and Zazu had and all the rotten tricks she and Simba would play just to get him out of their fur. "I understand, Kiara," Nala reassured her daughter. "I know what it's like to have eyes on you all the time." Nala stepped toward her daughter and wrapped her neck around Kiara in a loving hug. "We just don't want anything to happen to you."
"I know, Mother," Kiara returned Nala's nuzzle firmly. Once again, she felt the warm security from her cub hood. She loved her mother.
Feeling the strength and affection of Kiara's embrace, Nala closed here eyes and sighed warmly. She took in a deep breath and suddenly felt the amorous urges that were present earlier atop the hill. The images and memories of her mate returned. Nala quickly dismissed the thoughts. She knew she shouldn't feel such a way, not at that moment anyway. Nala continued embracing her daughter. She rubbed her check along the back of the young lioness' neck and gave her a fond lick behind Kiara's ear. The urges returned without warning, stronger and more forceful.
Kiara sighed at her mother's lick. She loved her so much. As long as she could remember, Nala had been everything Kiara had wanted to be. Her mother was proud, confident, wise, loving, devoted, passionate and beautiful. "She has always been so beautiful," Kiara thought. She pressed her cheek firmly against Nala's back and gave her mother a strong, loving lick. She moved her cheek slowly up Nala's back licking her with a passion she had only recently become aware of.
Their heats were quickly weakening the judgments and wills and of the two lionesses. As Kiara crept along Nala's back with a series of passionate laps, her mother tongue trailed from behind Kiara's ears and down her cheek. Kiara extended her laps up her mother's neck. By the time the two lionesses reached each other's cheeks, they were so lost in a heat-induced intoxication that neither noticed the other's tongue move across her muzzle and its petite, black lips.
Their tongues finally lapped at each other unexpectedly, and the lionesses paused uncontrollably for a moment to enjoy the unique pleasure that surprised them. Nala opened her eyes and stepped back in shock. She looked at her daughter who appeared just as stunned. Several moments passed as Nala and Kiara attempted to catch their breath caused by their shared, prurient state.
Kiara stood in place, left with her eyes as wide open as her mouth. She tried desperately to control her panting and gauge her mother's reaction. The licking and inadvertent kiss had aroused the young lioness and given the incestuous twist her heat had already taken, Kiara was not so much worried about forbiddance of her desire, but more how willing Nala would be to continue with it. Ever since mating with her father, Kiara had longed to see what other satisfaction her heat could produce. She knew that Simba could provide her with a means for nearly any perverse idea that crossed her mind, but there were some things a male just couldn't do. Besides, she had always looked up to Nala. Nala was always the one to think out and even managed to get Simba to lighten when it came to his daughter's need for exploration. As she stood ankle-deep in the Water Hole, watching her mother ponder the situation, Kiara planned the best way to seduce the beautiful queen.
For Nala, regaining the rhythm of her breathing was very difficult. The arousal brought on by her heat and the lionesses' accidental brush saw to that. A furious storm of lusty thoughts and questions of various taboos swirled in her head. Nala knew that some females sometimes chose to toy sexually with others of their gender. In a pride with only one male, it was often an outlet for the more ambitious lionesses. This became especially true when several females entered heat at the same time. It helped that estrus was arousing to more than just the males. Besides, there were several cases Nala had heard about when two females had even declared each other as mates, mating only with the king for reproduction. She had often suspected her and Simba's mothers to be such a couple. However, this was different; none of the couples she heard of were mother and daughter.
It was a difficult situation the impassioned lioness had never considered, and she was certainly in no condition to think about at the time. Instead, she stood on the bank of the Water Hole, her back paws supporting her from their soggy perch, her front paws just within reach of the lagoon's small, breaking waves. Nala could still swear she smelled Simba's scent, and it only provoked her arousal. She stood, legs shaking with desire, watching Kiara's expression change from the initial shock of their broken kiss, to a look of sultry attraction. For once, the queen could not choose between what she wanted and what she knew was the right thing to do. All she could do was stand in the intoxicating air, heavy with the smell of water and sex.
The princess noticed her mother's will do refrain from the improper acts Kiara was already dreaming up was as shaky as the older lioness' legs. Trying not to disturb the pheromone induced fog in her mother's head, Kiara made her move toward Nala as slowly and suggestively as she could. She stopped just far enough from Nala's muzzle that she could feel the warm air escape though the small gap between the thin, soft, black-furred lips of the queen.
Kiara froze for a moment as second thoughts zipped about her mind. Nala did not appear to be objecting to her flirtatious advances. In fact, Nala almost looked as thought she was waiting with silent anticipation for her daughter to initiate another tender session. Kiara looked into her mother's eyes; she saw no anger or objection. Instead, she saw them filled with confusion, anticipation and ardor. The young lioness remained perfectly still, her eyes changing their focus from one of Nala's eyes, to the other, and back again. Kiara felt strong warmth on her lips; Nala was beginning to breathe heavily in expectation. The heat felt on her sensitive muzzle and that raging inside her pushed the young lioness into making the decision to continue. Quickly closing her eyes and tilting her head a little to the right, Kiara opened her lips and licked Nala's muzzle across her front lips with such passion and ferocity that the princess managed to separate the queen's teeth slightly and scrape along her tongue once again.
Nala did not expect the advance of her daughter. She watched as Kiara slowly padded toward her. Each step made by the young princess made the surface of the water surface ripple wildly but rhythmically and sent small waves crashing against the queens paws. The air was thick with the scent of heat. As Kiara stopped and looked into her eyes, Nala no longer saw her daughter, but a beautiful, young lioness. Nala opened her lips in anticipation as her breath became staggered and deep. She looked deeply into the yellow and red eyes across her muzzle. They showed an alluring innocence mixed with desire and trepidation. How Kiara reminded her of her mate. Nala desperately wanted to give in to her desires, but she did not have to. When Kiara's tongue found its way through the prison of Nala's teeth, all of the queen's inhibitions and dissolved in the thick cloud of fervor that erupted in the older lioness. She closed her eyes and let the cloud envelop her; all she wanted was to enjoy the soft tongue caressing its way, slowly across hers.
The lionesses broke their kiss. Kiara opened her eyes first. Nala was almost breathless, but not with anger. The older lioness' jaw shuttered slightly and her breath was deep and slow. Kiara waited smiled enthusiastically. She could tell her mother was aroused, and that the morning would bring plenty of enjoyment. As she waited for a response, she felt the yearnings of her heat building rapidly within her.
Nala opened her eyes very slowly. She had never tried lapping in such a manner, and the pleasure it gave her drove her wild. A moment passed as the two lionesses let their passion build. Nala rushed into her daughter's muzzle, tilting her head and forcing her tongue into Kiara's mouth. Their muzzles remained locked for several moments while their tongues slid against one another. Moans and purrs emanated from the two beige beauties. Nala felt her heat ignite in an explosion of desire. Her legs gave out beneath her and she collapsed with a splash into the shallow water. She moaned and rolled over on to her back, her body contorting as she tried to rush through the desires she was feeling. Her desires were of those that could only be quenched by her mate entering the valley of her sex, and struggled trying to push them aside until she could get back to Pride Rock.
The sudden separation of their muzzles and the following splash Nala made, startled the younger lioness. She was nearly as deep into the throws of passion as her mother was, and sighed in disappointment as she saw Nala fall. Kiara's breath was short and deep, and the urges of heat were driving her mad. She watched Nala writhe in the lagoon's bank, all the while biting her lip, thinking desperately of a way to subdue the pangs of need she felt in her groin. The air soon became thick with the scent of heat, a matter which only provoked the young lioness. She looked at Nala hungrily. She remembered something her father had tried.
Kiara walked quickly over her mother's twisting form. She stared intently on the soaking mound between Nala's thighs. A quick, stuttered sigh escaped the young lioness and she lowered her body onto the wet fur of her mother's belly. Nala's vulva rose swollen, hot and drooling with desire. The gleaming sight before her affixed Kiara's gaze as she slowly leaned her open muzzle near the lips of Nala's sex, the closer she got, the more Nala's scent urged her on. She took a deep whiff and learned her mother's scent in a new way. The princess wasted no time pressing the lips on her muzzle into the wet lips of her mother's cunny. Upon contact, Nala yelled and instinctively pulled away, unaccustomed to such stimulation from a fellow lioness. Kiara responded only by wrapping her paws around Nala's rear, securing the thrashing lioness.
Nala squealed loudly upon feeling Kiara's muzzle press into her sex. She bucked and thrashed as a rapid wave of ecstasy washed up through her body. The queen gritted her teeth in a vain attempt to cope with the rough organ scraping over her clitoris and penetrating her folds. Each curl of her daughter's tongue caused a moan for rush out of Nala's wide muzzle. Eye's closed tightly in passion, Nala reached around her daughter in a tight embrace. The proximity of the young lioness' heat soaked the air in a wet musk and drove the pride's empress wild. A new, familiar scent flooded the air and Nala drew in a deep breath. A moment later, the vibrations of a load cry from the muzzle clamped around her mound spun the queen's mind into a mad fury of passion. Her entire body tightened. The air finding its way into the older lioness' lungs had become saturated with a mixed scent of her daughter's heat and a musk she was very familiar with. Another long, loud whimper screamed out of Nala's muzzle. Although she could only open her heavy eyes half way, it was enough to see her female lover's own sex stretched almost obscenely by the shaft of a large and well-endowed lion. Nala did not need to see the lion to know who had joined her circle of pleasure. Both the musk and the shaft were very well known to their mistress. The younger lioness' sex filled quickly with heat and soaked the brim in a sultry mating scent. Nala could not help but use her embrace to pull her head to the junction of interlocked sexes and open her muzzle. With thought a cloud of pure pleasure, Nala closed her lips around the heat and flesh, and savored the flavor as every thrust of Simba's lion hood ran slid along her tongue and juiced the young lioness into surrendering her heat.
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Simba woke once the sun had risen and warmed his pride lands. His chamber's air was still heavy with the scent of courtship which quickly ushered out the haze of sleep. Opening his eyes in search of the night's partner, he found he was alone. Without his lioness close by, Simba forced himself to wake without delay. He still had a day before Kiara's heat would pass and he wanted to make the best of the time left. Although he loved his mate, Nala, and every mating was a spectacular show of passion, a mix of youthful heat and something about the taboo of simply being with his daughter that drove his latest lust. Simba stretched out his body hurriedly and walked through the den, only taking a rapid inventory of his pride. Other than Kiara, he noticed that three lionesses were gone; not unusual for that time of the morning. The king rushed silently through the cave. He figured Kiara might still be at the Water Hole for a morning drink. If not, he was certain he would find her in their clearing. With a motivated rush in his stride, Simba made a direct line toward the water hole.
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Simba's nose picked up the sultry atmosphere well before he reached the water hole. The morning winds of the savannah had been particularly strong and wild that morning and carried the arousing mix of heat to him swiftly. He picked up his stride, ears perked and muzzle open wide, collecting not only the scent of one lioness heat, but two. By the time he reached the hill overlooking the waterhole, he was nearly in a full run and did not bother to discern the patch of wheat-brown coloring on the bank as anything other than one of the lionesses he pursued.
The site that welcomed Simba was beyond anything he had ever dared to dream. Not only were there two lionesses, both in heat, but they were his mate and daughter, the two females he desired and loved most of all. He stood for a while, watching. Originally, Simba feared how Nala would react to the knowledge of his actions with Kiara. It was unthinkable for any male, let alone the king of the Pride Lands to lust after his daughter and Simba thought he knew the knowledge would hurt and disgrace his mate. However, as he stood on the bank, he breathed heavily as he watched his queen squirm and moan under the penetrating tongue of his daughter.
His maleness advanced from it sheath as the king breathed in the intoxicating air which only grew more enticing as her lapping drove Kiara's heat to the point it agitated her mound to moisture. As it did the day before, Kiara's glittering jewel transfixed Simba's gaze. The addition of his mate's passionate howling hypnotized Simba and he approached the coupled lionesses as if he had been dehydrated for days and they were the Water Hole itself. He stepped, entranced, to the end nearest him and wasted no time in climbing and pulling Kiara's rear end under him. There was no tender pause this time as his arousal and instinct commanded him to sink deep into the target of his passion. He pulled himself deep into and held as the vibrations of her muffled cry shivered through her body and her muscles clamped along his base. As Nala's tongue pressed against the juncture of his maleness and her daughter's skin, Simba began thrusting hard and deep into Kiara, murring as the rough texture of Nala's tongue stimulated his sensitive pride.
The hard organ her brought moans and cries of passion from the young lioness. Kiara hugged her mother's hips and buried her muzzle between Nala's hind legs. A tremendous heat built up inside Kiara. It burned through her body, from her groin and up through her chest. She used the pads of her paws to spread Nala's lips and allow her tongue to move deeper. It lapped tirelessly and driven at the clamping sides of her mother and rolled as it swallowed the taste of the lusting lioness. The princess pressed and kneaded her muzzle in the folds, getting the fur of her lips drenched the in the tangy juices. The harder Simba pushed, the more fervently and hungrily Kiara sunk her tongue. Unable to think, the young lioness bellowed her moans into Nala until, finally, the older lioness' body squeezed firmly. Kiara swallowed everything her mother offered as Nala tightened and screamed out in passion under her, and kicked her legs with such force that even Kiara's strength couldn't keep the queen's rear pressed into the shallow water.
As orgasm seared its way from Nala's loins to her head, the queen wailed with pleasure. Kicking and writhing under the weight of the lions atop her. Nala threw her head back and thrashed in the shallow water. All the while, Kiara's tongue forced its way through her clenching muscles and continued to fuel the intense flame inside her. After several moments of squeezing and struggling in her daughter's grasp, Nala's body finally surrendered and she collapsed back into the pool, unable to do more than moan and purr as Simba's thrusting drove Kiara to continue to lap and suckle her mother's lips.
The tang of Nala's orgasm kicked Kiara into a full blown, lustful howl. She squeezed her mother up onto her muzzle and held her, licking and curling deep past the tight muscles inside the older lioness. She held and clenched her body as Simba pulled on her, flooding her body with his girth. She pulled her muzzle from between Nala's legs and dropped the queen's hind end with a splash. The young princess dug her claws into the muddy earth. Her eyelids and teeth clenched firmly shut, she breathed in sharp, deep gasps timed by Simba's thrusts and pulls. She felt her body stretch and release as his member moved along her lips. Her body suddenly pulled forward and she squeezed the muscles in the back half of her body in an attempt to prolong her state. A moment later, her craned neck straightened and her muzzle opened wide for a long and very loud moan. The princess felt her body try to crush its meaty intruder, and the strain caused by its reluctance to yield destroyed Kiara's hold. She let loose a vibrant cry of ecstasy and succumbed to her peak under Simba's power.
The drop from Kiara's hold finally allowed Nala to regain her thoughts slightly and enjoy the excited blood coursing through her body. For a moment, the realization of who Simba had mounted fluttered through Nala's mind, but was quickly suppress by an after shock. The queen lay in the water smiling and quivering as she listened to her daughter squeal with delight. The forceful plunges of Simba's rhythm rocked Nala in the mud, and upon feeling the tightening of her daughter's body, she opened her eyes. Nala glowed with gratification as she watched Simba drive into his lioness. Although she had seen Simba mate other lionesses before, it had never been from this rare position. The sight of his shaft sliding into the lips of another body made her hunger for the flesh that appeared for an instant before vanishing again into the furry folds.
The sudden cry caused by Kiara's zenith startled the queen. She watched as Kiara pulled from Simba only to have him hold his lover in place and force himself deep into her. Once again the taboo of incest pinged in Nala's mind. The site and the thought of something so wrong aroused her unlike anything she had experienced before, but when she saw Simba pull Kiara firmly onto him and hold her, Nala's instinct kicked back in. Although the thought of the mating was highly erotic, the idea of Simba ejaculating in their daughter's body was too much. She quickly pressed her paws to his waist and pushed with all her might. Simba's shaft slid out of Kiara with a wet slap trailed by a rope of his seed. The following rope splashed over Nala's face and hit inside her muzzle. Simba held Kiara's waist and bucked against Nala's paws as he sprayed his mate with the rest of his semen before collapsing with exhaustion and sliding off Kiara's back. Nala barely twitched from the splash of her mate. Instead, she lay in the rippling water, panting heavily and licking the deposits off her lips.
Kiara had been in the middle of ecstasy when Simba got ripped from her body. Despite Nala's attempt, Kiara felt the spray of her father's seed burn inside her womb. Because of this, and the heights reached during the session, Simba's spines were very well lubricated and, rather than hurt, sent the young lioness into a fit of cries and howls. All her muscles tightened and rippled under her tan, wet fur. Unhindered by her father's weight, she pressed her chest out in a standing lunge and let out a thunderous, resonating roar. As her high lightened her head, she buckled and fell onto her mother.
The lions lay with each other for several long moments, recuperating, all breathing heavily. Simba was the first to return from his crest. He rolled onto his belly and lay, watching his family murr with exhaustion. He felt it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen and couldn't bear to do anything that would cause it to end.
The next to recover was the strong queen. Nala looked over to her mate and shook her head with an entertained chuckle. "The others said you were up to something."
Simba's reply was his usual, simple grin
It took a long while for Kiara to come down. When she did, she shakily climbed off her mother and stood in the cool water for a few moments, fully aware of her parents' gaze. She lowered her head and took a long drink, noticing the added flavor and smiling. After drinking, the princess closed her eyes and tilted her head toward the sky as she waited to catch her breath. Finally, she opened her eyes and turned to look at her mother, then to her father. After seeing his proud grin and returning it with a blush, she padded around to Nala and began licking her mother's face. "Mother, I never meant for this to happen; it just did. It's not father's fault."
Nala cast another glance back at her mate who had in turn put on a sheepish blush. She pressed her neck against her daughter's reassuringly. "It's ok, Kiara. It's natural." As she pulled back to look at her daughter, Simba stood and shook the water from his soaked mane. She smiled. "It's just not customary"
"Thank you... both" Kiara nuzzled under her mothers chin and against her neck for a moment before the lionesses continued to groom each other.
Simba smiled as he watched his family, and then looked back toward Pride Rock. An advancing dot in the sky signified Zazu was on his way with the morning report. He turned and pressed his head against both lionesses. "It's time to start the day." He gave each of his lionesses an affectionate brush with his cheek as they separated and the lionesses walked back to the bank, leaving the king to his other royal duties.
The bird arrived moments later and delivered his normal, morning groveling. Nala looked back to her daughter. "Speaking of customary, your hunt is only a few days away. We had better go practice." The lionesses turned away and started to walk off. After a few paces, Nala stopped and called back, "Simba?"
"Yes?"
"I still have a couple days left." As she winked back at her mate, Kiara chuckled and rubbed against her mother's neck. The lionesses turned again and walked back toward where the morning's scouts were stalking the zebra herd, neither needing to hear or say anything else. Zazu noticed the signal and, bill open, cast a quizzical look back at his king.
Simba laughed and looked at him. "Well, fire away!"