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Having successfully ditched his surrogate uncles, Kiaro was once again in high-spirts. His jovial attitude seemingly reflected in the environment around him. Bright blue skies above with fluffy white clouds hanging over head, blocking just enough sunlight to keep the temperature from getting too high. The lush green grass felt nice under his paws, his naked body feeling at home and serene. Kiaro chuckled as he leapt gracefully down some rocks, coming to land on the side of a small bank that formed the boundary of what he was looking for - The Outlands.

The river he was standing by was lush and filled with light and life. The other side of the river looked bleak and barren, but he knew there was life there - his father had banished them there after all. His excited eyes took in all the stark realness of the actual Outlands. How did those that lived here survive in such a dismal place? How could his father be so cruel as too sentence them to this existence? No! Simba wouldn't be that cruel! The Outlands were bad, for sure, but surely one could survive there.

"Now how do I get across?" Kiaro spoke out loud to himself, wanting to make sure that he even wanted to get across. He spied a fallen tree that formed a natural bridge across river and he smiled as it looked to him like an invitation to prove that he could handle himself.

The young lion once again, laughed and felt lively, as if the crossing of that tree would make him the man that he wanted to be. His feet touched the wood and surprisingly it still felt strong. There was some moss on the branches, but the trunk of the tree was bare, buried into either side of the river bank. Kiaro lifted his gaze, now trusting that the wood wouldn't crack under his weight. Even the miserable landscape that greeted the prince's eyes couldn't break his smile. Kiaro was here because HE wanted to be here.

The dead and leafless trees, the dark brown and dusty dirt floor, and the desiccated foliage all looked strange, but exciting to Kiaro. He was so focused on the landscape that he failed to notice the tree he was walking on was about to end. He stepped forward, but there was no more tree to step on - so the prince gasped as he fell forward.

"AHH!"

The dust was kicked up when he fell, the hard ground resisting his softer body as he collided with it. However, the impact wasn't as hard as it should've been. In fact, as Kiaro began to regain his senses, he felt something soft under him... and furry. He glanced up and came face-to-face with a dark furred, black maned, green eyed lion - an Outlander!

The dark furred lion pushed harshly against the prince's chest, throwing him off his body. His body tensed up as if he was readying himself for a fight.

"Who are you, Pridelander?" A low growl filled his muzzle, daring the other lion to lie to him. Instead, Kiaro simply turned to face him and kept facing him. Even when the growling lion circled in order to size up his opponent. Every time he moved to get behind this new opponent, the new lion would turn himself so that he'd always be facing him. The dark furred lion observed for a few moments, but ultimately the behavior was too odd. He relaxed his growling and stopped circling Kiaro. "What are you doing?"

The sudden question startled Kiaro, he hadn't expected the Outlander to be so direct. He gathered up his courage and looked sternly at the dark feline, "My father says to never turn your back on an Outsider!"

The dark lion laughed audibly, his tone taking on a condescending color, "You always do what 'Daddy' says?"

Kiaro stamped his foot and yelled furiously. "No!"

"HA! Bet you do." The lion once again circled the lighter-furred lion, though in a much less threatening manner. "I bet you're Daddy's little bitch!!"

A swift and hard swat to his bare rump, made Kiaro jump forward. "Ow!"

The Outlander moved with a grace that illustrated his knowledge of these decaying lands. Leaping from the bank onto some logs floating in the cloudy river water, the darker furred feline dared the Pridelander to follow him, "An Outsider doesn't need anybody. I take care of myself!"

"Really?" Being here and seeing these lands with his own eyes, was what Kiaro wanted. He still felt excited by being here, but this new lion was something he knew nothing about and hearing that this one gets to do things on his own brought a fresh wave of excitement into the prince's mind, as he followed the other lion onto the river logs, "Cool!"

"You take care of yourself, huh?" Kovu and Kiaro both turned to see a crocodile standing on the bank that they just left, appearing as if by magic. The crocodile had dark green scales all over his body, a fact that made Kiaro blush suddenly realizing the reptile was naked. "What about all the times we watched your back?"

"And your front?" A new voice brought a new crocodile into their vision. This one was larger with dull green scales that almost appeared a ghostly white. He had black paint around his eyes and mouth to make his head look like a skull.

"And your side?" A third voice spoke up, making the lions look towards a slimmer crocodile with bluish-green hued scales.

A fourth crocodile stood up from the murky water, illuminating where the other reptiles had appeared from. This one was a large muscular brown scaled crocodile, but his left arm was missing just above where his elbow would be. "And while you slept."

Kiaro was about to ask what was meant by that last statement, but suddenly had bigger concerns when he was grabbed from behind and his arms were tied behind him. The same was done to Kovu and they were both pushed down into the murky water onto their knees. The thin vines that were used to bind them were strong enough to keep them bound but elastic enough to give them hope of breaking free - so they struggled.

"You know you're trespassing Kovu. And you brought their prince into our swamp too. That's not good for either of you." Kiaro gasped in surprise, how did they know he was the prince? What would they do to him now?

"Inahka. You know who I am! And who I'm with." Kovu continued to struggle against the vines, "Release us n-!"

A hand suddenly grabbed the dark lion's muzzle to silence him. Inahka leaned down and looked sternly into the bright green leonine eyes. In those eyes he saw surprise and defiance, returning the gaze with his own angry stare. "I told you before, Kovu, not to let your blood get you in trouble. You've invaded our territory too many times to ignore." The one-armed crocodile grinned at him, not letting go of his muzzle as he whispered to the darker furred lion, "Besides, Ziran isn't here right now."

Inahka stood up and smirked with the sly confidence of a man who knew he had already won the conflict. "Have at them boys." The one-armed crocodile spoke, not with an authoritative tone, but more of a friendly suggestive tone to his brethren.

Kiaro and Kovu both gasped as scaled hands grabbed them while the lions tried to stand up. However, they were quickly pushed back down into the cool shallow water. Kiaro landed on his butt where a scaled cock was pushed against his face, the scent was so strong it made the feline groan. The cock was wet too with a mix of precum and swamp water, giving the lengthy rod and even more intense earthy scent. There was nothing Kiaro could do with his hands tied behind him, so he'd have to resort to a more primal defense.

"Don't bother biting down, kitten." Lirtei said while pulling his hips back to line his cock up with the agape maw, "Our hide is too tough for even your teeth." With that statement made, the crocodile pushed forward and drove the tip of his extensive cock into lion mouth. He felt resistance, but just grabbed the back of the lion's head and pushed in deeper.

Lusty moans filled Kiaro's ears as he was made to service the scaled brute. He blushed in embarrassment at the current predicament that he found himself in, but also at the thought that his overbearing dad might have been right about him not being ready. He pushed that thought out of his head and resolved on staying ready to act should a moment arise that he could use to escape.

The cock tasted of that dirty swamp water, a flavor that normally would make the lion gag. Except in this instant he is literally being force fed the swamp water with precum by a cock that had been forced into his throat. There was no choice but to swallow the mixture and the cock throbbing inside his slim neck. He felt the crocodile's crotch get pushed against his face with each hard thrust, the full balls swinging into his neck and chin. The fullness of those balls sent a shiver down the prince's spine as he realized the sizable load of crocodile cum that he would - hopefully soon - be forced to swallow. If the crocodile had any mercy he'd pull out and degraded him with a face blast of his man juice, but the roughness of those thrusts hitting his muzzle told Kiaro the crocodiles had no interest in taking things easy on him or Kovu.

For his part in this humiliating punishment, Kovu was on his knees but bent forward getting filled from both ends by two crocodiles. The dull green scaled hunter grinned down at the male lion, "I'm beginning to think that you like getting rammed by us, you little lion slut."

"Course he does, Vyxis!" The other crocodile - this one sporting bluish-green scales - replied and swung a heavy hand at the helpless furry butt he was plowing. The impact making the dark furred male jump between them. "He craves a good dicking like all the other whore lions."

Kovu growled at the words being spoken so callously towards him. These crocodiles made a point of showing their dominance to anyone that got near them. Their leader was to blame of course, being exiled had made that crocodile ruler insecure about being perceived as weak. Still, Kovu was playing the part now, his body struggling even while his mind analyzed his surroundings.

"Oh! Pelga! Grab me that pouch, will you?"

The croc just grinned as he knew all about that pouch... and what it contained. The pouch itself was lightweight as Pelga passed it to his counterpart. "Here you go."

"Ooooooh... this'll be good." Vyxis opened the soft brown pouch and took out another smaller pouch, tying the larger pouch around his neck. Opening the smaller pouch brought a new scent to the swamp, one that made all the crocs grin big toothy smiles. A quick dip of his fingers into the pouch and Vyxis brought his fingers out and showed they were covered in a bright pink creamy gel. "Get ready, Kovu. You and your new bitch are gonna lose your minds."

Kovu tried to pull away, but every pull and push he made was met with a stronger reaction to keep him pressed between these crocs. The cocks inside him throbbed and forced their slick pre deep into him, greasing up his holes for the hours of sex to come. He knew how the crocodiles operated and there was nothing he could do but feel the cold touch of that pink cream on his back. He knew what the shape was from past run-ins with the crocs and from tales told about them. The crescent shape represented the crescent moon, but the creamy gel would only stoke the victim's arousal but not affect their climax. This left the victims feeling more and more aroused as their bodies were touched but their climaxes wouldn't arrive for a what seemed to them like a very long time.

"Inahka! Heads up!" Vyxis secured the smaller pouch with the pink gel in it and tossed it to the one-armed crocodile.

Inahka caught the pouch and looked at the other lion. He pushed Lirtei forward a bit so that the lion's lower body was between the croc's legs. While Lirtei was still fucking the prince's face, Inahka held the pouch with his teeth and dipped his fingers in, drawing another crescent moon on Kiaro's belly. The effect was immediate and both lions moaned around the cocks in their mouths. "Get the bitch on his back, Lirtei. I want a piece of this slut's ass."

"Can do. It'll be so fun to watch him limp back to the Pride Lands." Lirtei rammed his cock all the way into Kiaro's throat, holding his cock inside the gagging feline while he repositioned himself. Swinging his leg over the prince lion, Lirtei lifted the furry arms forming a living bridge with the unwilling male.

Kiaro was trapped between the damp legs, forced to huff the earthy musk of the scaled attacker's taint. He squirmed and tried to break free, but he soon felt his hips get yanked up by one strong arm so he was now hanging between the two hung crocs. He wanted this whole scenario to stop, but it didn't. The crocodile in his mouth merely resumed his rough throat penetration. But now, there was a cock pressing into his tender backside. The burning pain of the penetration made him moan as he was conditioned to enjoy the physical sensations of sex even if they weren't wanted at the time.

"You lions are still such huge cock sluts, aren't you?" Inahka asked in a tone that sounded more like a statement. The hung one-armed croc pushed all the way in and then slowly drew his dick back until just the head of his thick cock was inside the warm tight furry rump. His strong hand kept a firm hold of the hip so he could drive his cock in at the pace he wanted to go. Long slow deliberate thrusts would add to the pleasure being artificially stoked by the pink gel. "It's just a shame I can't see his face. I want to see this cute little bitch's moans."

"Oh, he's moaning." Lirtei wasn't able to keep his eyes open while being assaulted in the pleasure of feeling the lion's throat vibrating around his cock. Each thrust he made into the wet warm throat was met with rippling moans as the air had to squeeze passed his cock to escape. His scaly ball sack slapping wetly against the bulging neck he was fucking. The harsh impacts resounding around the swamp, the crocs grinning and laughing as they claimed the furry bodies as their toys.

"He's enjoying himself too. Look at how hard he is." Inahka chuckled and watched the hard lion cock leaking pre quite profusely.

Kiaro was embarrassed to be in this situation and even more so when he found himself wanting to be back with Timon and Pumba. He had to keep his eyes closed as the heavy ball sack swung and slapped against him with every thrust into his throat. He continued to try to think of a way out of the hot sex being forced onto him, but there was nothing he could from this angle. Even his claws meant nothing due to his lack of proper leverage and the hardiness of The Outlander's scales. Between the flexing sights he caught sight of Kovu getting filled just as roughly. Kiaro whimpered as he finally fully accepted there was nothing he could do but play the part they forced on him. He felt the cock slip from his mouth, allowing him to take a deep full breath of relatively fresh air.

That fresh air was quickly driven back out of him in a loud shout following him getting pushed hard against the one-armed crocs chest. "Being the prince of the slutty lion's your hole should be loose enough for me to join my brother. At least you better hope it is."

Kiaro's eyes went wide with fear, that spike of adrenaline making him quiver. "What?! No! You can't bo-!"

"Did you feel him quiver? He can't wait for you our cocks to fill his vacuous hole." Inahka said while turning the prince's head and forcing his thick tongue into the lion's mouth. Before the lion could get away, the one armed croc grabbed the furry head and held him in the forced kiss. With his arms still tied behind his back, the other croc had all the access he needed to grab the furry butt cheeks and spread them open.

"Oooooh... he's so warm already." Lirtei declared while pushing his wet tip against the occupied hole. He waited for the bigger croc to pull almost all the way out before pushing in with him and feeling his thick scaled member join the other scaled cock. He felt the lion bucking and thrashing against him, but he just smiled and licked the furry neck and shoulders. "You love it don't you? Are you a whore prince? Does your daddy give you a fucking as good as this one?"

Kiaro couldn't believe how hot his face was from the embarrassed blush he had on his features, no doubt making him appear even cuter to these brutes. He tried to growl to show his anger, but all that seemed to come out were moans from the dual cocks spreading his insides over there greasy trajectories. He was literally bouncing on their cocks as they firmly thrusted up into him. The kiss was broken and instantly Kiaro let out a series of hot ragged moans, as his body was pounded relentlessly. The impacts were followed by the wet squelches of precum smeared flesh hitting equally juicy flesh. The sounds were another part that Kiaro wished he could ignore as it just made him more aroused, which only proved the point these crocs were making... was he nothing but a slut?

It wasn't much better for Kovu at this point who was on his back with the dull green scaled croc on top of him, ramming his cock down his throat. The croc's mouth was also wrapped firmly around the sensitive lion cock, sucking firmly to further establish dominance through the forced bestowing of pleasure. Every now and then, though, Vyxis let the lion squirm as he carefully dragged his teeth over the hard-throbbing mammal cock. Pelga was on his knees assaulting Kovu's ass with brutish but targeted thrusts. The bluish-green scaled croc had a curved member that scraped all the right places and brought even the toughest of men to their knees begging like whores for more of his dick.

The crocs weren't taking it easy on Kovu, treating him just as they always have... like any other lion slut that wandered into their territory. The only exception was Ziran, but he wasn't here and Kovu would never confess to their mistreatment either. Vyxis bit down softly on the head of the lion cock, circling his tongue over the hyper-sensitive cock head. He felt the lion squirming under him but also trying to keep himself still, lest those teeth cause harm. The amount of control he had over the mammal was intoxicating and the power he felt was exquisite. He released the cock from his mouth and instead grabbed the throbbing rod and stroked it in a fast and firm hand, trying to get this bitch to cum as quickly as possible.

"Come on, kitty! I know you want to blow that hot load! Give in and let me have it! The longer you hold out the harder we can make it for you." The sadistic croc squeezed the base of Kovu's cock but kept his hand there and tight. The pressure in the rest of his cock was painful and the pleasure of getting his ass pounded didn't seem to help now. Kovu thrashed and threw himself from side to side trying to escape, the swamp water sloshing around them all.

Pelga laughed at the lion's movements, "Oh... I think he likes that!" The butt fucking croc reached into a pouch on his side and pulled out a thicker vine than the ones used to tie up the felines. After moving he hand holding the base of Kovu's cock, Pelga quickly and carefully tied the vine around the base. The pressure was incredible and would prevent him from cumming, but wouldn't stop them from teasing the throbbing flesh. Pelga gave the cock a hard slap, delighting in the jump he felt from the abused lion... and the surprised clench he felt in the tight hole.

Vyxis grinned wickedly as he went back to sucking the lion cock, this time he was soft and gentle. The change in behavior wasn't surprising as the softness would be far more torturous now that Kovu couldn't climax. "Ooooh... poor kitty cat. Looks like you're gonna be riding our dicks for hours now."

Kovu growled angrily around the cock in his throat, the wet slaps of those heavy juicy balls against his face made it difficult to focus. Though he knew he needed to come up with a plan to escape or he'd get punished even harder by Ziran when it was discovered he got caught by the crocs again. He needed to get the Pridelander free too, it wouldn't do to have him captured by these rapacious crocs. If Simba came to rescue the Prince, Kovu would be punished by the king and then Ziran! With the vile scaled males focused on satisfying their urges they weren't watching closely enough to see Kovu's arms shifting behind him. His claws were aiming at the vines, holding his wrists tight. The vine was flexible and giving when being tugged, but the sharpness of his claws was getting the job done. If the angle was any better he would've cut through the cursed vines already.

There would be no time to lose as the crocs would know instantly that Kovu was free the moment the vines were cut. So as the lion continued to slice into the vine, he formulated a plan of attack. He poised his legs, tightening the muscles as discreetly as possible before tugging at the vines again. He pulled his arms apart with his claws cutting the plant little by little until finally his strength overcame the tension of the stretchy plant material.

SNAP!

Both croc's eyes snapped open in surprise, which gave the dark-furred lion the window of opportunity he needed to escape. He pulled his legs up and planted them against the scaled chest and pushed with all his might, At the same time, he reached around the thighs and pushed the tail up and swung a quick but soft jab into the testicles of the male forcibly sucking his throat. It was a brutal technique, but in The Outlands, violence means survival. Vyxis rolled off the lion, howling in pain as Pelga was thrown backward by the strong kicks to the his chest. All three men landed in the swamp water, but having prepared himself for the moment, Kovu was ready.

"AHH! F... ow!" Vyxis whined as he could do nothing but cradle his jewels and watch Kovu flip up onto his feet and leap at the other crocs.

Kiaro was moaning out loudly unable to resist the burning hot pleasure of being forced open by two thick scaled cocks. But he screamed in surprise as one of the cocks was ripped out of him. He looked down and as saw Kovu tackling the dark green scaled croc with the long cock. He was even more surprised when Kovu drew a fist back and sent it down with enough force to knock the croc out. He got up and turned his attention to Inahka.

"Let him go. Now!"

Inahka narrowed his eyes, continuing to fuck the soft lion's butt, "You'll have to wait your turn, bitch."

The swamp water around his shins didn't slow Kovu down as he moved with speed, seizing Kiaro's body in two strong arms and yanking him free. He moaned as he landed on shaky feet, once again watching Kovu aim a punch and throwing it at the biggest croc diaphragm. The impact drove the air out of the croc's lungs, making him gasp and slump down to his hand and knees.

"Come on! We have to go!" Kovu ran by Kiaro, grabbing the other lion's hand and taking off through the swamp. He knew the crocs would probably be on their heels soon enough, unless he could get them to safety. After running through the quagmire for a few tense moments, he saw salvation in the form of a ridge that was outside of their guarded territory.

"THEY WENT THIS WAY! I CAN SMELL THEM!"

Kiaro felt his heart racing with fear and excitement. Maybe being out this far wasn't all it was cracked up to be. He didn't know who to survive out here, but this lion certainly did. He suddenly found himself internally wishing that he had just listened to his father. He looked to Kovu and saw the panic of someone who wasn't sure he would survive the action he was taking. Kiaro thought back for a moment. Knowing that he was to rule The Pridelands gave his life a linear structure... but it also gave him certainty in his actions and time. Tomorrow would come and he'd be closer to that purpose. But for Kovu, tomorrow didn't seem to be so certain. Maybe he could talk to Simba and get Kovu to come home with him and spare him the uncertain existence he faces here?

Kovu stopped them and jumped up, snagging a thick root from a tree that had punched through the wall of the small plateau. He climbed up about halfway and turned back to face Kiaro. The crocs were close and seemed intent on continuing their rough sexual conquest. Throwing his hand out, Kiaro was done overthinking things. He didn't want to get captured by those ravenous reptiles again, so he leapt up towards his savior and grasped his hand. With some effort he was pulled up close to the darker-furred lion and climbed his way up the root and ultimately up the side of the plateau. Kovu followed suit and gave one final peek down to the crocs, seeing that they were climbing up the plateau wall too.

"Uh-oh..." Kovu whispered. He unsheathed his claws again. This time he had room to swing and he could aim properly. He gave a mighty swipe of his claws and the thick root gave way. The cuts deep enough to render the croc's weight too much to sustain. The wood snapped and they fell down to the ground again. Having no other way of getting up they stared angrily at Kovu who offered the angry reptiles a smile with an extended middle finger before disappearing over the edge and out of their grasp.

Now fully out of danger, Kiaro and Kovu were able to breath a sigh of relief, even while their bodies were invigorated with adrenaline. Kovu sat down on a smooth rock and let his racing heart slow down a bit as he watched Kiaro who seemed to be bouncing with boundless energy. However, it was probably more accurate that he didn't know how to handle the surge of adrenaline having never been that threatened in his life on The Pridelands. "You should sit and take slow breaths."

"SIT?! Are you kidding me?" Kiaro didn't sound angry but he was yelling all the same. "Did you see the size of those cocks? They were going 'Umfumfumf'!" Kiaro laughed, wiping some sweat from his brow, as he smiled with the rush of hormones in his body. "He was totally going to keep fucking me right there, but you jumped in -- and punched him so hard!"

The prince was pacing and jumping, full of what looked like nervous energy. He did take the other lion's advice though and sat down on the rock next to him. The buzzing he felt in his body, made him smile and grip his cock. The pumps began slow with a soft moans escaping his golden lips. "We were really lucky to get away from those horny crocodiles."

Kiaro thought about how he didn't have a plan to get away from those ravenous crocodiles... about what the crocodiles would have done to him if he hadn't gotten away... about what Simba would've done to him if he'd found out he'd snuck into the Outlands... but mostly about how he didn't know what he would've done if Kovu hadn't been there too. "But you..." Kiaro let go of his cock and moved his hand to the other male's cock and started stroking him slowly, "...you were really brave!"

Not far from the freshly saved pair was another lion skulking in the tall grass, cold observant eyes watching the scene with a predatory intensity. The light nearly gray-furred lion narrowed his red eyes, studying the scene and learning everything he could from the Pridelander. He knew exactly who the golden furred lion was and while he wanted to pounce now to not give this brat a chance to escape, he silently waited for the right moment to attack.

Kovu chuckled nervously, the compliment being something foreign to him. He didn't know how to feel about it, but as the gentle hand caressing his cock he felt himself relaxing on that smooth rock. He smirked, laughing a bit louder while watching the hand working his cock, beads of precum began to leak from the tip of his feline cock. "Yeah... yeah, I was. You were pretty brave too."

Hearing those words from a stranger - an Outlander even - made the prince smile a genuine smile. He had always been told good things about himself out of respect for his royal lineage. But this compliment came from a stranger who didn't know who he was so the words carried much more weight. Kiaro gave the cock in his hand a squeeze and stroked him a bit faster, getting his fingers slick with warm precum. "You really think I'm brave?"

"Yeah, I do. Mmmmmm..." Seeing the other lion smiling at him like that brought a new warmth to Kovu's heart that he hadn't felt before. He humped up in the soft hand, his green eyes flashing with a primal happiness as he was pleasured out in the open air. "Most of the other Pridelanders would've submitted to the crocs rather than risk getting punished. My name's Kovu."

The sound of that name, seemed to match the lion perfectly. The prince smiled and lowered his gaze a bit, looking at the other lion with flirtatious eyes. His voice was low, but full of tempting promise, "I'm Kiaro."

The lighter furred lion reaches a slow hand up and just when he is about to make contact with the second lion he smiles a playful smile. "Tag! You're it!"

Kovu winced at the sudden touch to his chest, expected a sudden stab of pain from the attack, but it never came. He glanced back up at Kiaro seeing the lion jogging away from him, but stopping when Kovu didn't give chase. He tilted his head to the side wondering what was happening. Kiaro came back to the darker lion and once again, lightly batted at his chest.

"Tag! You're it! You're it!" Another head tilt clued Kiaro into the fact that Kovu didn't know what he was intended to do. Did he really not know how to play this game? "Hello? I tag you, you chase me and tag me, then I chase you. Get it?"

Kovu heard his words, but didn't understand them. "Why?"

"Why?!" The question seemed too alien for Kiaro to believe, "What's the matter? Don't you know how to play?"

"Play? No, I don't play. I just practice hunting and stalking techniques. I don't know how to 'play'." The word seemed to fumble out of Kovu's mouth as if he had never said the word before now. He watched the other male lion get closer to him again, his eyes carefully sizing up any threat he could face from him. Strangely this lion wasn't making him feel afraid. Even though he was a Pridelander, he didn't seem to pose any threat to him at all. Kovu was confused, which only got more intense as he felt a hand touch his chest and gently rub his skin and fur. "What are you... doing?"

"I'm playing." Kiaro answered in that same sweet tone that sounded like he was trying not to laugh, "Though, I won't be as rough with you as those dumb crocs were."

One of the prince's hands dipped down and touched the bare cock of Kovu, making him gasp and close his eyes. Kiaro giggled, thinking he was just reacting to the unexpected touch. In truth, Kovu was in a war with his instincts. Every fiber of his being was telling him to attack, but he overpowered them all and simply stayed still until he could rationally think of what action to take. Slowly, Kovu opened his eyes and saw the other lion smiling a warm smile that was so different than any expression he had ever seen from any of the other Outlanders. The expression made him feel so... safe.

Kiaro wrapped his hand around the feline cock, deftly touching the warm flesh, feeling it harden in his grasp. He smiled at the reaction of the darker furred lion. "You want more?"

"Yes." Kovu breathed out in a sound barely above a whisper.

Removing his hand caused Kovu to snap back to reality as Kiaro backed away, "Than tag me back." The prince turned to start running, grinning as Kovu finally gave chase. He dug his claws into the ground and pushed off hard to start his run at a fast pace - and collided with something hard but furry. He lifted his head up and saw a massive pair of pecs marked with different colors of body paint forming a ring around the chest. Kovu jumped back as the larger lion roared a mighty roar, showing off his dominance.

Kovu shrunk back a bit, before taking on a defensive stance ready to fight, but before he could do anything else there was another roar from a lion that was now standing in front of him. This lion's fur was a more muted color, appearing almost gray. The only really color being the older lion's eyes - a piercing blood red color. He was shocked to see him, with Kiaro being just as shocked to see his father standing in front of him

"Ziran." Simba spat out after realizing who was standing in front of him.

"Simba." Was the only retort given from the gray lion, displaying what minimal respect he had for the authority before him. More of the Pridelanders show up behind Simba and the blood red eyes quickly dart towards them to scan their faces and search for dangers. Ziran stopped when he saw who stood next to Simba, choosing to be as respectful to the king's lover as he was to the king himself. "Nalo."

"Ziran?" Shock clearly evident in his voice as he knew who Ziran was... and more importantly who he worked with before being exiled.

Timon had heard enough, the king and queen may respect their enemies, but he doesn't have as much patience. "Timon." He pointed towards the warthog next to him when he saw Ziran look his way, "Pumba." He looked back to the older lion, "Great, so now that we all know each other," Timon stepped forward, daring the lion to attack him in front of his friends, "GET OUTTA OUR PRIDE LANDS!"

"YOUR Pride Lands?!" Ziran growled at the very idea, instinctively snapping his jaws at the meerkat. He stumbled backwards, clearly afraid of the sudden baring of his teeth, which made him smirk softly, "These lands belong to Scar."

Simba moved closer to Ziran, standing between him and his allies to avoid the aggressive feline snapping at them again. "I banished you and the other lions that helped Scar from The Pride Lands. Now you and your boy..." The king furrowed his brow, his aura radiating with his authority, "...get out."

Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Ziran took that reminder of power as a declaration of war. He stepped forward too, a primal measure of strength going on in the sharp gazes of each other's eyes, each one daring the other to make the first mistake so it can be swiftly countered and punished. The Outlander smirked and pulled Kovu in front of him, "Oh that's right... you haven't met my son, Kovu. He was hand-chosen by Scar to follow in his footprints..." Ziran grinned wickedly, "...and become the new King!"

"New king?" Timon chuckled, unable to hide how amused that statement made him. Sure, Kovu looked like Scar - dark fur, black mane, and those hideously piercing green eyes - but even now it was clear that the younger lion was scared by Simba simply standing near him. "He's not a king, he looks more like a fuzzy pin cushion."

Ignoring the ignorant meerkat entirely, Ziran continues addressing Simba. His tone was as cold and ruthless as any bone-chilling breeze, "Kovu was the last born before you exiled us all to the Outlands, where we have little food..." The dull gray furred lion stalked along the ground with all the same level of feral intensity as he would exhibit hunting prey, "...less water..." He was studying Simba's reaction, looking for any kind of weakness that could be exploited. And like a patient hunter he caught sight of exactly what he was looking for.

"You know the penalty for returning to the Pride Lands!" Simba declared, hoping that the threat of the punishment was enough to defuse the situation.

"But he does not!" The words were spit out with fiery venom that might have burned anyone else they were aimed at. Ziran did, however, catch sight of tiny a winkle near the king's eyes that may well have been a flashing light signaling the royal lion's apprehension of using such violence. He had found the weakness he was looking for and pounced on it, "However... if you need your pound of flesh..." Ziran grabbed Kovu's arm and yanked him between himself and the glaring king, "...here. Take it."

There was a stillness in the air that descended like vultures circling a potential meal. No one moved, no one spoke, but everyone stared at the tension between the Outsiders and the king. Ziran's words were clear and dared the king of Pride Rock to show either ruthlessness in his role as king, killing the young Kovu for his transgression. But that same wrinkle came to those stern eyes and Ziran was sure that cowardice would stay the executioner's hand.

"Take him and get out." Simba said flatly and with great authority, standing tall and pushing Kovu back into the older lion's arms. "We're finished here." Simba turned towards the other Pridelanders, pulling Kiaro close with an arm around his son's waist. His rule was law in these lands and even the Outlanders were daft to challenge him.

"Oh no, Simba..." Ziran sauntered forward with a grace that seemed more like a snake. His voice was low, but carried all the same malice as before while turning her gaze to the young prince held tightly in the king's strong arm, "...we have barely begun. Kovu... come."

The gray furred lion turned away from the arrogant Pridelander's, his hate burning with new righteous fury. Kovu turned to follow, but stopped, turning back to look over his shoulder, feeling a strange new feeling he's never felt before as he saw Kiaro looking at him as well. He waved a hand at her whispering on the wind, "Bye..."

Kiaro barely heard him and waved sheepishly to him as well, unsure of how this night would turn out or what exactly he was feeling, "...bye."

************

The pride of lions made their way back to Pride Rock, in solemn silence. They all knew how close they had come to fighting Ziran, which could've brought a war with the Outlanders to their lands. They were all thankful for Simba's compassion and empathy, qualities that have spared them all at one point or another. It was Prince Kiaro's turn to witness and experience Simba's role as King, they all knew that as well. It hung in the air.

Zazu glided overhead, smiling as he saw Pride Rock in the distance. Their rocky home and safe haven was a beacon to the surrounding lands and Simba was a part of the reason why. The hornbill spared a glance down and saw Kiaro walking next to his father, smiling as he remembered seeing almost the exact same thing when Simba was about to have a heart-to-heart with Mufasa.

Simba stopped walking at the crest of the hill the other lions were descending now. He stopped Kiaro from walking down as well with a firm hand on the Prince's chest and shaking on his head.

Nalo stopped and turned towards the hill seeing his lover holding their son back. "Simba?"

The King merely nodded towards Pride Rock, clearing his throat as he did so. Nalo knew this was the moment the two royal lions would have to share alone, but he still wanted to run back and hug Kiaro tightly in reassurance. He looked towards Simba again, seeing that the King was smiling softly and offering him a playful wink, alleviating some of Nalo's anxieties for Kiaro. Walking up to both of them, Nalo tilted Kiaro's head up, looking in his worried eyes as he placed a soft and loving kiss on his son's lips. Simba growled as he watched his husband and son kiss, feeling that warm fire start burning in his loins. Nalo broke the kiss and saw Kiaro smile slowly, leaving as Zazu landed next to them.

The hornbill assured, "I'll make sure everyone gets back home safely, sire." He turned to Kiaro, looking deeply into the Prince's eyes and seeing the same fragile strength he saw years before in Simba's younger eyes. "Kiaro... good luck." He turned and flew off, once again overlooking the advancing pride of lions as they make their way home.

Simba remembered when those words were spoken to him by the hornbill and he smiled, both at the fond memory of the avian's kindness and the thought of rewarding the bird's compassion by fucking him hard later. That would have to wait, however, as he sighed and turned towards his son. The Prince at first had his head down, his eyes pools of apologetic nervousness. The Prince smiled at his father, hoping that if he could get the older lion to smile that he could avoid getting yelled at. Simba could see that Kiaro knew he had done wrong... or maybe he was just sorry he had been caught. But this not listening to his words could've cost the Prince his life, so in response to the ingratiating grin Simba only narrowed his eyes more.

Simba spoke with genuine curiosity, "Kiaro, what did you think you were doing? You could have been killed today."

"But Daddy, I..." Kiaro found his voice slipping on the tears he was choking back, "I didn't mean to disobey..."

Seeing the Prince reacting the exact same way he did when he Mufasa had scolded him, made him remember that his father was firm but caring in his words. And like every day of his life to this point, Simba tried to emulate his father, "I'm not telling you this stuff to be mean. I'm telling you this because I love you. I don't wanna lose you."

Kiaro softly grumbled and sat on a smooth rock, crossing his arms over his chest. "I know." He had heard it all before, but the fast-approaching life that was destined to him was starting to suffocate him.

"If something happened to you, I don't know what I'd do." The King knelt beside the rock his son was sitting on, placing a hand on one the furry thighs, lovingly comforting the younger male. He sighed and closed his eyes, bracing himself before making his next point known not only to the Prince... but to himself, "One day I won't be here. And you'll need to carry on in my place. You are part of the great Circle of-"

"Circle of Life." Kiaro interrupted and sighed in frustration at once again being told that he is both something large and precious and just one piece of something that he will never understand. "I know."

"Exactly!" Simba groped the thigh he was holding, his other hand moving up to rub the lion's chest softly. Touch was supposed to be comforting, but feeling the lion's breathing heavily under his hand, brought Simba's baser instincts up into his mind. He pulled his hand away from the chest slowly, so as to not arouse suspicion of his actions, "You just need to be more careful. As the future Queen y-!"

"But..." Kiaro stammered and interrupted once more. The impulsive Prince turning away from his father as he forced the words out. He knew he needed to clear the air and make himself heard, but he also knew that his statement might hurt his father's heart, which he didn't want to see, "...what if I don't want to be Queen? It's no fun."

Simba was confused as he went to rub the Prince's back, but stopped himself. He was confused at that feeling... he couldn't wait to be King himself. But here his son was not wanting anything to do with it. Simba glanced out at the Pridelands and for a moment wondered where Kion was and whether or not he was safe. If Kiaro really didn't want to be the next Queen, then it would be up to Kion to be the King of Pride Rock. The older lion looked back to the lion with his back turned towards him and smiled slowly. "You saying you don't want to be Queen is like saying you don't want to be a lion. It's in your blood..." Simba remembered now how his father had gotten through to him and he smiled warmly leaning close and nuzzling the Prince's cheek,"...as I am. We are part of each other."

The King took it upon himself to turn his words into action as he turned the Prince's head to face him and planted a deep warm kiss on his son's lips. He chuckled as he felt the surprised reaction from the Prince, but he kept a hold of that kiss, dipping his tongue into mouth that was beginning to kiss him back. Simba moved one hand around his son's body, grabbing his hip and pulling him closer. The other hand of the royal lion moved to the Prince's crotch and rubbed his fuzzy sheath, awakening the male's arousal. The open air and soft breeze did little to diffuse the scents of their arousals with both lions feeling the rising fires in their bodies.

Simba broke the kiss and pulled the Prince down to his back, grabbing the younger lion's legs and holding them together. "Just relax, son, and let me explain more." The king pressed his hard cock to the entrance of his son, the prince's muscles were loose and he sensed no resistance. He sank into the tight ring and moaned happily, keeping a hold of those legs with one hand. His other hand hung freely by his side as he began to slowly and smoothly thrust.

"Ooooh..." Kiaro moaned and reached above him to grab a hold of the rock he had been sitting on.

Watching the Prince carefully, Simba set himself a steady pace to thrust his hard cock into the willing ass of his son. The wet squelches got louder as the King began leaking precum from his royal member. Simba moaned softly as he rocked his hips forward, watching Kiaro use the rock to push his own body into the thrusts. The Prince was enjoying himself clearly, and Simba was quite proud of the way that the nubile body responded to the pleasure he was giving him. He smiled down on the other lion, suddenly wondering if he looked as cute to Mufasa when his dad was mounting him. Still there was a lesson to be taught and Simba was going to teach it. His free hand suddenly moved to rub the Prince's chest, lightly and gingerly kneading his fingers into the soft body of his son.

As Kiaro felt the rising pleasure of the slow love making his mind suddenly wandered to when he was younger. As a cub he wouldn't experience the physical pleasures he was receiving now, but rather Simba and Nalo would sing to him. For an unknown reason, those words came rushing back into Kiaro's mind.

"As you go through life you'll see

"There is so much that we

"Don't understand."

Kiaro heard more moaning and turned his head to see a pair of topi rutting a few meters away. The older of the pair had the smaller held down to the ground with his hands on the bottom's shoulders. The thrusts were heavy and firm, designed to punish with force. The smaller topi was moaning loudly and whimpering as his body was pushed to it's limits by the other topi's merciless pounding. There were patches of cum all over the ground around the pair and all over the smaller male's body. Kiaro hadn't even noticed them before now... had he really been thinking so selfishly that he had blocked the rest of world out?

Simba thrusted again, bringing his free hand down the Prince's chest to the bouncing cock. With a firm squeeze he tore Kiaro's attention back to what was happening and began to stroke the younger lion. He smirked and also began to thrust harder. Kiaro looked up at his father, who nodded and more of the past song came to the prince's mind.

"And the only thing we know

"Is things don't always go

"The way we planned."

Kiaro arched as his father went harder at him, not as hard as their neighbors were going at it, but enough to make him moan louder. The squeezes to his cock made him reach a hand down to grab his father's wrist, but he couldn't get the hand off his sensitive cock. Kiaro twisted in the throes of his pleasure and saw the topis were still going at it hard, but the older one now had arms on the ground instead of the smaller male. This allowed the younger male topi to lift his body up and push back into the thrusts at his own pace, allowing him to enjoy the rough pounding. The older topi smiled with pride as he nuzzled the bottom, kissing the cheek of the younger topi as they worked their bodies together now.

Seeing this Simba grinned as he went harder still at Kiaro, slowly building up the thrusts into firm thrusts that gave a lot of pleasure to the heir. The king smiled warmly as he saw Kiaro watching the topis, lifting his free hand and swinging it down to give the Prince's butt a firm spank. Kiaro snapped back to his father with a pained moaned, but smiled at the grin he saw on the older lion's face.

"But you'll see every day

"That we'll never turn away

"When it seems all your dreams come undone"

The wet slapping sounds of hot manly sex filled the area as the lions and the topis continued their poundings. Simba glanced over to the topis himself and saw that the older one was now going much slower with his thrusts, kissing the smaller male softly. The smaller male was eagerly pushing back into the firm thrusts even as he blasted more cum onto the ground underneath him. When the older topi noticed the lions looking at him, he waved. Kiaro waved back but moaned hotly as his body was filled by his father's cock. Kiaro wondered if the topis were related and suddenly realized what he had been looking at... a father discipling his son. Kiaro looked over at the topis again and gasped in surprise as he saw the younger topi was now plowing the older one.

The Prince had penetrated plenty of other lions, but never his father, never Simba. So, the sight of a son mounting his father excited him down to the center of his being. He clenched even tighter on the cock rocking into him, renewed with a hungry vigor. Sensing this new vigor, Simba grinned even more. His son was learning the ways of the lands and he felt nothing but warm pride radiating from his heart. The impacts driving into his body made the younger lion squirm and moan in hot ragged breaths. He couldn't believe the amount of pleasure he was feeling at the moment and then it just kept getting more intense. Both Simba and Kiaro moaned in unison as they climaxed at the same time. Cum smeared into their fur from Kiaro's cock, but Simba buried his own cock deep within his son to dump all his royal seed into the younger lion.

"We will stand by your side

"Filled with hope and filled with pride

"We are more than we are

"We are one"

The pair of lions didn't even slow down during their afterglow. Simba pulled out of the butt still clenching on him and Kiaro rolled over onto his hands and knees. The King smiled at the new position and gave his son's toned butt a gentle rub and squeeze. To his surprise, the Prince pushed up and turned on him, pushing him onto his belly with the cool grass caressing his body. The grass tickled his still hard and wet cock, giving him pleasure every time he shifted his weight. More pressure came when he felt hands and a wet crotch press down on his ass. He looked back over his shoulder to see Kiaro kneeling perpendicularly to his prone position, offering a moan as the Prince's cock penetrated him smoothly.

Kiaro moaned too, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of his father's ass around his still very hard cock. He thrusted a few times before moaning softly and opening his eyes. The younger lion suddenly finding himself facing his own reflection. He stares into his own eyes and sees his impulsiveness and his need for independence, sensing that every word from the song he was remembering trapped him further into the cage of a destiny that he didn't want. But as his soul burned in his chest, he remembered the one time he had objected his father's song with words of his own.

"If there's so much I must be

"Can I still just be me

"The way I am?"

Both lions grunted as the Prince went to work, thrusting with the power of his inner frustrations and pounding the older lion hard... harder than he might have wanted to. The wet slurping and squelching only adding to the sounds of sex from the lions and the nearby topis. Moans rose high in the air as all the men fucked their energies into each other. Kiaro glanced over at the topis and saw that more of them had joined the original two. The younger of the topis now surrounded by thick juicy cocks that were pulsing and spraying him all over with creamy cum.

Seeing such a hot erotic sight only a few meters away made the prince gasp and fumble his thrusting. He corrected himself quickly though, and continued eagerly pounding his father's hot ass. The pleasure of this experience only seemed to be getting more intense, as if the very air itself was being charged with sexual energy that went back into their bodies keeping their arousals going far longer than should be normal. The magics that permeated these blessed lands had been explained to him before, but it all still seemed so strange. But feeling those magics weaving into and through his body and making the hot sex even hotter made the Prince groan and fuck the muscled butt of his father even harder. The topis all turned to see the king of the Pridelands moaning like a slut as he was pounded by another lion they all knew to be the Prince. All of this talk of his awakening destiny to be the ruler of The Pride Lands seemed to be too big to see as Kiaro was still unsure if he wanted any part of it. While continuing the fast and hard fucking, Kiaro pondered the rest of his questions from the past, grinning at the moans he was hearing from his father.

"Can I trust in my own heart

"Or am I just one part

"Of some big plan?"

The topis all stood up and made their way over to the lions. The one older topi that was getting pounded by his son was still speared on his cock, both men walking carefully with the other topis keeping pace. Simba noticed the joining of the sexual groups and the energies surrounding them all only got stronger, reinforced by the pleasures they were giving each other. Two muscular topis knelt beside Simba's head and felt his hands immediately grab their swollen cocks and start stroking them.

Kiaro was looking around at the topis gathering around them, looking behind him to see the older topi smiling at him. "What are you... doing?"

"Joining my body with yours, my Prince. If you'll have me." The grace and eloquence made the handsome older man even more attractive and Kiaro nodded as he was suddenly stricken speechless. "Ahano. You may call me, Ahano. And the man behind me is my son, Aholu."

Ahano pushed his thick cock into the Prince's ass with little resistance, but Kiaro nearly doubled over as if his anal ring was made a thousand times more sensitive. A strong arm wrapped around his chest and pulled him closer to the agile but powerful body of the older male. Even though the topi were prey animals, they were fast with muscles capable of explosive burst of power. Power that Kiaro was feeling first hand now as Ahano drove his hips forward with firm speed.

The next few moments seemed to distend into a swirling mix of sensations that seemed to rapidly stretch through his mind and body. He could feel the warm bodies working against his, the hard cock filling and stretching him at the same time his father's ass was clenching like a hungry animal on his own cock. The sounds of gushy moist impacts and singing moans washed into his ears like water filling a pail. Every breath he took filled his nose and tongue with the rich tang of masculine musk, sweat, new precum, and old cum. His wide eyes seemed capable of catching every jiggle of a butt getting fucked, every twitch of bulging muscles, every half broken lip as they try to stifle their moans. It was the beautiful tapestry of love and sex that the kingdom... and indeed the entire Pride Lands... was built on.

As the sensations clouded his body, his mind wandered again. It was a strange feeling being both focused on the now and fully immersed in memories. After Mufasa stepped down and went out about the land, Kiaro was curious what would happen. And then when Kion came of age and was appointed to head the new Lion Guard, he left too. Left Kiaro alone with this big incredible destiny hanging over his head like a giant invisible stone poised to crush any attempt to have a life of his own choosing. Kiaro looked over at Simba, who turned back to look at him giving him a wink before swallowing one of the two topi cocks he'd been stroking fervently. Seeing his father enjoying himself right now, surrounded by familiar strangers, made Kiaro relax again. More memories of the song from the past came to his mind.

"Even those who are gone

"Are with us as we go on

"Your journey has only begun"

Once again, the crushing weight of his predetermined destiny to become ruler of the Pridelands is thrown into his face. Kiaro felt his chest get tighter, as his breathing became labored gasps. His body reacted to the pleasures he was still receiving, which created an even more confusing feeling of panicked ecstasy inside the Prince's troubled mind. This all seemed to be too much as he was bombarded with sensations from all sides. Overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of the sex that surrounded him while at the same time being trampled by the responsibilities of and expectations of being the future ruler. He felt two strong but gentle arms wrapping themselves around him, but he couldn't hear what was being whispered to him at all. His ears were ringing as his destiny came crashing down over him. Tears pooled in his eyes and silently fell down his cheeks - there was no escape from anything.

Kiaro looked slowly towards his father, seeing him joyously sucking on both of the big topi cocks. His face was splattered in cum from one of the other topis climaxing onto his face. Simba looked so happy to be where he was - happy to be king. Could he find that happiness someday? He felt his body shaking but it was like it was happening to someone else. The orgasm barely gave him any pleasure as his panicked mind was still strongly in control of his emotions. Tears began to flow more freely now as he felt trapped in a cage of empty pleasure. Was that what it meant to be king? To be everyone's cum rag? To be the biggest slut in the Pridelands? Could he even live up to a legacy like that? He felt a tongue licking his cheek and a gentle kiss laid on his cheek as well. The older topi was comforting him with the strong desperate clenching on his cock from his father's ass becoming much softer and more passionate. The older males around him seemed to be comforting him with their bodies, with the clenching on his cock feeling just as comforting as when Simba hugged him.

Kiaro smiled, despite more tears falling, digging his fingers into the ground and pulling himself forward to thrust harder. He pushed back hard as well, clenching his ass when he was near the tip of the topi cock so he gave the older man a strong grip all the way down. Both topi and lion moaned as Kiaro set himself to work. Simba smiled as he felt the topi's climaxing into his throat, pulling out and blasting even more hot cum over his face and back. He turned to look back at his son, offering him a seductive grin while his soaked face dripped with cum. That grin told Kiaro all he needed to know with no more words needing to be spoken.

"Tears of pain, tears of joy

"One thing nothing can destroy

"Is our pride, deep inside

"We are one"

Simba pulled himself off of his son's cock and quickly rolled onto his back. Kiaro knew what his father wanted and grabbed his legs. Ahano grabbed the king's legs too and helped the prince pull him closer, thrusting forward when Kiaro had aimed his cock at the stretched hole. This thrust pushed Kiaro into Simba's ass and the four males continued their train, pleasuring each other with tight clenches and firm thrusts. Kiaro was just one part of the pleasure being felt by everyone present. The topis not currently running the train had surrounded the four of them and began to stroke their cocks fervently. All the men here were hot and getting so much from each other, charging the air even more with the collective sexual energy emanating from their bodies.

In some way, Kiaro began to understand what Simba was trying to tell him... both back then with the song and right now. They may be separate in body, but everyone was connected by the things they share with each other. Giving and receiving pleasure as one great family; a patchwork of species that created one large kingdom that benefitted everyone. But how could he step into that? He was experienced in fighting and fucking, sure, but could he really be a ruler? The topis surrounding the foursome all suddenly hollered and shouted and showered the train in their cum. Blasting their hot sticky goo over all them. Simba held his mouth open, catching a few ropes on his tongue. Aholu rubbed the cum into his father's back and kissed the flexing cum flavored muscles. Ahano pinched and tweaked his nipples while the gooey shower washed over him. Kiaro was still in heavy thought, so didn't really react to the bukkake. It didn't seem to matter to the climaxing topis that weren't actually having sex... they still seemed to get pleasure. It was like all the men present could feel the same sensations as everyone else. Kiaro was still unsure, still confused, but he gripped Simba's hips and pressed his face into his father's wet mane as they both climaxed.

"Give me all... you've got... my boy." Simba declared, with a hungry tone, clenching like a ravenous beast. His muscular frame was powerful, with each clench drawing more than a few whimpering moans from the orgasming prince.

"Y-yes, Daddy." Kiaro answered as he pumped his cum into the king's royal butt. The wet slapping impacts making both men shudder. Kiaro clenched tightly on Ahano's cock as well, wanting to get as much of the cum inside him as possible - if only to silence the heavy thoughts clouding his mind.

As if they had synchronized themselves, Ahano and Aholu climaxed at the same time as Simba and Kiaro. The topis said nothing, letting the lions have their moment, but they trembled and moaned as their balls emptied. The pleasures of the climaxes were incredible. There was enough cum covering them, so each male kept their cock deep inside the ass they were penetrating. With the exception of Simba, who sprayed the ground in front of him. Aholu was also left without cum inside him being the last on the foursome. They all shared this experience and the pleasures involved, connecting to each other not only through physical contact, but emotional and spiritual. Even though Kiaro still didn't understand those connections - or the magics that controlled them - he was still able to recognize them. He remembered more of the past song that was sang to him, finally understanding what this specific verse meant.

"We are one, you and I

"We are like the earth and sky

"One family under the sun"

Now covered in cum, both inside and out, Kiaro was barely able to keep himself upon his knees. He moaned as Simba pulled himself off his cock, sending his head spinning as his cock suddenly seemed very sensitive. Ahano carefully pulled himself out of the prince as well, holding the moaning lion as his ass was just as sensitive. The older topi had been used to these sensations, giving Simba a wink as he popped his cock out. Cum leaked from Kiaro's butt as he slumped forward, with a smile on his face. Aholu pulled out of his father too, falling onto his back with a slightly heaving chest. Ahano stood up and stretched his body, bending down to pick up his son. He held the younger topi to his chest, turning back to Simba, "Thank you for letting us join your fun. Your son is going to be a great king."

"Your words honor me, Ahano." Simba bowed his head. He looked at the younger topi with a grin. "You know, you fucked my son," the king stood up and walked over to the topis, looking down at Aholu with a grin, "it's only fair I get to fuck yours too."

"You speak truthfully, my king." Ahano, kissed his son deeply, before handing the boy over to the lion king. The older topi watched as Simba gently laid his son down on the cum covered grass and thrusted into his stretched stuffed hole. Sensing some pent up sexual energy, Ahano looked over at Kiaro and moved to him again. He knelt beside the younger lion and reached a hand to the feline's cock. The moment he touched the member, Kiaro arched and climaxed again, blasting even more cum onto Ahano's chest. "Did you hear me before? When I said that you'll be a great king?"

"I... I did." Kiaro wasn't sure where the question would go, but the pleasure of climaxing from his touch was distracting him. His body was shaking from the violent surges of his nerves firing between his cock and the pleasure center of his brain. He was nearly overwhelmed but never once felt close to passing out. In fact, it was like he was becoming hyper-aware of everything but couldn't process all the incoming sensations fast enough. "I don't... know if you're... right... though."

"Why do you doubt yourself, Prince? Because you feel being King will limit you in some way? That you will be trapped by the crown?" Ahano leaned in closer and kissed the lion softly, his sage advise being accented by the raw physical pleasures he was giving to the lion. He broke the kiss and squeezed his hand around the lion, watching him convulse in his grasp. "It is frustrating being crushed by your own anxieties, isn't it?"

The firm squeeze on his cock was keeping him in the state of orgasm, but not letting him release. Kiaro grabbed the topi's hand but he was in a weakened state and couldn't gather enough power to remove his hand. He grunted, whimpered, growled, and begged, but the hand stayed squeezed.

"You can beg not to be the prince all you want, but it will change nothing."

"W-what? What do I... do? Please! Let go! I don't... want this!" Kiaro whined, still futilely trying to pull the hand off his cock.

"You may not want it, but you have it all the same." Ahano once again, leaned in close and kissed the prince's cheek, whispering to him. "It's a part of you. It's in your blood, just like it was in your father's blood... and his father's. You cannot escape it, but you can accept it." Ahano leaned back and grinned, "Once you accept the destiny that has been bestowed to you, you'll find that all your crushing anxieties will... disappear."

The hand let go of his cock and Kiaro shouted loudly, almost screaming in pure physical pleasure that ignited his nerves and left him panting. He fell backwards and shot his cum up into the air, having it rain down on him and some of the other gathered men. The sensations throbbed inside him as his muscles twitched and buzzed with energy. It was so strange feeling so close to passing out and yet feeling like he could run across the entire continent! His balls spasmed as cum erupted from his cock for a good minute before finally dying down and letting the lion lay panting on the ground. He was awake and aware, but dared not move. His mind was free to wander through his memories once more. He wondered if Ahano was right. Would he be a great king? Could he be brave enough to rule with authority while taking the cocks of other species, like Simba and Mufasa before him? Could he give as much pleasure as they have while still being able to balance the needs of his people? He closed his eyes and pondered the rest of the song that had been sang throughout his childhood.

"All the wisdom to lead

"All the courage that you need

"You will find when you see

"We are one"

Some of the song made sense to Kiaro, but the young lion was still confused about some of it. Though, he still felt trapped under the crushing weight of his destiny, he had to admit that there were certain things he's be looking forward to. He opened his eyes and sat up, reaching out to Ahano and hugging the older topi tightly. "Thank you for your kind words. And for your nice cock."

"Haha. You're very welcome for both, my prince." Ahano saw that Simba had already climaxed into Aholu's ass but was still fucking him. The older topi grinned and pulled back from the hug, "If you want another ride on my cock, Prince," he gently stroked a finger on the lion's cheek, "you need only ask."

"Yeah?" Kiaro felt a hunger rising in his belly and he grinned as he looked back and saw that Simba was still fucking Aholu. He turned back to Ahano, "Then this is me asking." The lion tackled the topi to his back, planting his hands on the buff muscular chest. He used his tail to position the topi cock against his pucker, pushing back with a firm shove. The other topis all grinned and began to stroke themselves again. The area once again descended into hot moans, sweltering scents, and wet slapping noises as the pleasures continued to rise and burn within the bodies present. The Pridelands were fertile lands filled with plenty of scorching sex that helped keep the peace throughout the entire kingdom.

~~TO~~ BE~~CONTINUED~