Lion King 2: Version 2 - Chapter 7: Taking the Fall
Shadows began to grow large around the crevices of Pride Rock as the sun began its daily journey to the other side of the world. From the throne room echoed sounds of childish giggling. Inside, Nala was trying hard to hold back from bursting into a loud fit of laughter as she watched her son's face contort. Behind him, his father was wriggling his paw around Kopa's hindquarters. His mouth was spread in a wince and he bared his clenched teeth as Simba withdrew his pawtoe and pressed the pad of his heel against his son's tailhole, reaching with his pawtoes to cup Kopa's balls. He couldn't help feeling aroused from the pressure and his cock began to slowly slide out from its enclosure. The fleshy red shaft stood in stark contrast to his golden fur, growing firmer and longer with each press he felt from his father.
"Do you understand what you did?" Simba asked.
"Yeah," Kopa said with a strained voice. Simba had drawn his son's ballsack in with his pawtoes and began to fondle them rather roughly.
"And you understand that because of that, I get to make you my personal plaything, right?" Simba flashed a knowing smile to Nala, who was watching the whole thing intently.
Kopa inhaled dramatically and released a throaty sigh, "Yeah." He was trying to relax but couldn't help flinching with every move his father made and every flinch slid his cock out even further from its sheath.
He was rethinking his decision to take the blame for Kiara's loss of virginity. The anticipation of Simba's dick spreading his tailhole and the pain it would bring made him wish that he could reveal the Outlander Kovu as the real cherry-popper. Sure Twaanna had played with his hindquarters a bit in the past, but he had never had something pushed into it before. And now, his father's thick cock was preparing for its chance to blow its load inside of him and the tailhole itself was being prepared by Simba's groping.
Just try and relax, he thought. You'd be getting this anyway even if Kovu hadn't claimed Kiara first.
"Alright, turn around," Simba said clinically. "I need to be wet for this to work, so..." The king slumped onto the ground and rolled onto his back, exposing his erect penis.
"What?" Kopa asked.
"Son, if you want this to be easy, you need to suck my cock," Simba said. He jokingly flexed and made his cock bounce on and off his stomach.
Kopa gulped as the reality was drawing nearer. He straddled Simba and looked down at the red, barbed mass of his father. He marveled that it was still larger than his own and wondered how the females managed to take such a thing into their bodies. Simba laughed when Kopa lowered his head and his mane brushed against the inside of Simba's legs. Gently, Kopa encased the liondick with his muzzle, feeling the warm flesh against his tongue. With it there, he rolled his tongue around it and felt the tickle of the barbs.
Simba felt it too and let out a groan of pleasured approval as his son started to bob his head up and down along his shaft. The ground rumbled with the deep bass of Simba's purring growl, "I didn't think you would be such a natural at this."
Kopa released his father's bulging cock and a pouring of his saliva streamed out of his mouth. "Twaana has been known to praise my tongue from time to time," he remarked, "Mom can tell you, too."
"Is that so?" Simba chuckled. His laugh was cut short when it turned into a shudder and his body shivered from the continuation of Kopa's oral duties. When it had passed, he looked at Nala to verify his son's claim.
"Well," Nala blushed, "He's not quite like my mom, yet." The queen had often used her son during many of Simba's diplomatic absences before Kopa's mane had even fully grown in, and it had even grown faster than most males at his age. Her son had always reminded her of Simba and watching the two of them beginning to fuck made her pussy start to moisten. She was circling them at this point, peering at both of their haunches and how they both tightened with concentration. Kopa had the meatier rump, but Simba's was tight and firm. It was a view that she did get to enjoy that often and she was soaking in the moment.
Kopa tried to steady his muzzle's hold while every movement he made caused his father to stiffen his hindquarters and flex his cock further into his son's mouth. His father's groin was warm and when his muzzle's grip was its tightest, he could feel the blood pulsing through the sizable shaft. Simba was letting out short grunts that were answered by small echoes in the cave and the slurping of Kopa's throat was punctuated by a sharp pop when his jaw released.
"Is your Majesty going to be able to save himself for the rest of his son?" Nala asked teasingly in Simba's ear. "Or is one end good enough for you?"
Kopa secretly hoped that he would be able to make Simba cum before the lion king decided to mount him. His mother's encouragement wasn't helping his situation and he could tell that she was getting off on it all by the scent that wafted from her backside.
"Give me a little more time with this," Simba smiled. His eyes were closed as if he had reached a zen-like moment of sexual being. "I would've thought by now that you'd know how long it takes before I lose it."
This comment made Kopa's efforts double. His tongue pressed harder and his lips slid across the skin faster, he even made his noises louder in an attempt to set his father off. But it was no use. Simba laid his paw down on Kopa's head, playfully tussled his mane slightly, and said:
"I think we're ready."
Kopa's tailhole tightened at these words. He watched his father push himself off of the ground, his cock dripping and swinging as it hung fully erect and engorged. Its sheath now looked dwarfed at the end of the barbed and crimson shaft as if it needed no covering at all. Kopa had never looked at Simba's cock the way he was now. As a cub, he had stared at it in awe and would feel a bit of jealousy at the the king's size but he had grown out of that and now stood preparing to welcome it into his body. It looked strong, powerful and intimidating, a far cry from the red nub that would occasionally creep out if Simba was on his back. Behind it, Simba's testicles hung loosely down between his legs, stretching the fur-covered skin that allowed them swing freely.
Simba didn't say any more words but he said enough by indicating with his pawtoes for Kopa to turn around. Kopa did just that, lowering his upper body so that his hindquarters were displayed, his tail raised stiffly into the air and his tailhole trying to relax. His own cock hung limply, the weight of the semi-erect mass caused it to sway in the air. And then something caused it to stiffen. Kopa felt his father's tongue enter his ass and the drool that Simba allowed to drip from his mouth down Kopa's rear.
One paw jumped to Kopa's backside, the claws just barely protruding for a grip and as Simba backed his muzzle away from Kopa's tailhole, the other grabbed the other side. Simba used his son to push himself up and assume the position. Kopa shut his eyes, he could feel the warmth of his father's cock hovering just outside his anus.
Slowly, Simba pressed his cock into his son's tailhole. Kopa winced at the lump of flesh that pushed in so far into his body. He wasn't used to the feeling of his ass being spread so wide. Tears welled up around his eyes and yet his own cock tingled with pleasure. He began to withdraw but pressed in again with more vigor. Kopa's liondick shot forth from his sheath so much that it rubbed against the fur of his stomach. Inklings of precum dribbled out from the tip of his cock and fell to the stone floor.
The sight of her mate dominating her son was making Nala itch with the urge to reach back and play with herself. Her tail, too, was raised as if expecting a phantom cock to slide into her increasingly wet pussy. Her eyes darted from Kopa to Simba, who was now starting a rhythm with his thrusts, and her breathing became erractic. She didn't know what to do with herself. Finally, fed up with the only thing touching her cunny being the evening breeze, she slumped herself against the nearest wall, her back against it and her legs spread wide, Nala began to lightly feel herself. She dug a single pawtoe into her pussy and lathered it with the familiar, warm goo, spreading it around her vulva and in small twitches arcoss her clit.
Kopa's tailhole had numbed at this point from the full force of Simba. He could feel his father's sheath rub against the fur around his ass and the end of his cock reach far into his body, compressing his prostate and making his erection quiver just at the verges of his belly hair. Ever so often, Simba would pause and Kopa would feel his spit splatter against his hindquarters. He knew it was warm, but compared to the heat generated from their vigorous friction it sent a cool chill up his back. It provided a sweet relief as Simba slid with greater ease in and out of him. Kopa gripped the rock floor with his claws, forming small crevices in the stone. His grimace was fierce and his eyes were shut but the new pleasure this pain provided could not be matched.
Neither lion spoke words to each other. Instead, they communicated through each other's gowls and soft roars. Simba secured his position on top with his claws latched into his son's shoulders, pulling the skin back and providing just enough hold.
At once, the lion king let out a surprised roar and removed himself quickly from Kopa's now wide and bright red tailhole. He hung his head and took in several deep breaths. Nala, wondering what was stopping her entertainment, looked to see Simba's cock throbbing, just on the verge of releasing his creamy load. Small bits of cum leaked out as Simba tried desperately to calm himself back down. After several more deep breaths, the lion climbed off his son and said:
"On your back."
Kopa complied. His tailhole was shrinking back to its original size but his cock remained just as stiff and when he rolled onto his back it made an audible smack against his soft stomach.
Simba walked back towards the prince and forcefully grabbed Kopa's haunches, lifted his tail up to his muzzle and ran his tongue along his ass to the bottom of his ballsack. He then dropped Kopa slightly and pulled his son back to his liondick. Now, with Kopa on his back and his tail-end up off the ground, Simba slid his cock back into the still malleable tailhole.
In this position, Simba's mane hung over his face and Kopa had now grabbed onto his father's shoulders. Nala let out small gasps as she started rubbing at a quickened pace. Her pawtoes were sopping wet with her juices and the fur around her pussy was matted with moisture. She was close and to letting herself go completely.
Simba pressed into Kopa again and now he was deeper than before and the tip of his cock ran across the top of his anal wall. Kopa could hardly contain the stimulation and precum eaked out and down his solid shaft.
["Simba](%5C)Simba Takes Kopa
At this moment, Kopa looked at his father. He saw the way his mane framed his face and the fierce and determined expression that he wore. This was when Kopa realized what he wanted to be. The power that Simba showed as he pressed further into the young lion proved to Kopa what a king needed to be. He tilted his head back against the floor and let out an immense roar that filled and the chamber and continued in an echo. He was about to explode.
Simba was at full force, thrusting himself sheath-deep into his son who could only bite his lip from the pain and ecstasy of it all. Their muscles were visible through their fur-covered skin, the lines on their shoulders rippled as Simba pressed against the ground and Kopa held on to his father. Small roars were exchanged between the two, expressing their shared desire to release their ejaculate from the torment of holding it back.
"Dad," he winced, his cock pulsated with an eagerness to splatter everything around it with cum. "Dad, cum in my tailhole. Please. I... I can't take any more."
Without hesitation, Simba disobeyed his son's wishes and pulled out of Kopa. He drew Kopa even closer and pressed both of their genitals against each other and started to thrust. Both male's cocks were sliding along, feeling the slick skin of the other and their balls mashed in a furry collision. The lions were simultaneously thrusting their hips forward, occasionally smacking their cocks against the other's belly. The dual sensations of moist liondick and soft fur created an intense sensation that neither father or son could manage to ignore.
Nala had completely let loose and was dripping onto the ground. Her paw loudly smacked against her fur with two pawtoes reaching into her pussy.
"Oh gods," she cried in orgasm, "I want to see you two cum! Cum all over each other!"
Her words were more in an effort to get herself to finish. Just saying those things sent her over the edge and she struggled to keep her back against the wall as her body shook violently. Her eyes closed and she could only articulate short 'Ahs' with her body tensing up in complete release.
For the males, Nala's noisy self-pleasure made it all the more difficult to hold themselves back. Kopa burst first, quickly followed by Simba. Both released a terrible roar of satisfaction. Their powerful strands of ejaculate collided with each other and mixed, splattering all over the chests of the lions. Much of it even reached Kopa's muzzle and struck against Simba's chin. I was a violent display of sexual beauty with both lions still thrusting into the other causing more cum to spray and then dribble out onto their bodies.
The father and son collapsed. Kopa relaxed his legs and Simba fell directly on top and rolled over onto the ground. Their chests rose and fell with great exaggeration and their cocks laid flat on their bellies. Nala had slid down from the wall and was on her side joining them in their synchronous breathing.
Simba's deep breaths turned to laughter as he said, "I haven't done that in a while." He turned to Kopa still smiling, "Not too bad of a punishment, huh?"
"Yeah, not too bad. Until the numbness goes away." Kopa let out an exhausted chuckle, "I've got a new appreciation for what I did to Twaana."
Nala couldn't help but chime in, "Good, because you boys swing your dicks around like we girls will take it any time you want."
All three lions laughed once more which turned back into catching their breath. Kopa placed his paw on his stomach and swiped up a thick strand of cum. He stared at it with a strange sense of wonderment, thinking how he had not expected the day to go how it did when he had awoken that morning. From his dream to his sister's story to finishing the day with his father's cum dangling from his chin, he was glad to have it over with and that he could relax.
"Dad," Kopa said, "I'm sorry again that I took Kiara's virginity."
Simba rolled onto his chest and stood up, he had regained his regal composure and was shaking off the wild excursion, "Honestly, Kopa, I'm surprised she kept it for this long. At least, she lost it to you, though. It makes visits from other prides less of a hassle. She's always been a prize, your sister." He walked over to nuzzle Nala's neck. The Queen lovingly returned the gesture.
"Yeah," Kopa laughed. He swallowed a lump in his throat as the truth about Kiara ran through his mind. The way Kiara had talked about Kovu, he wondered how long his lie would remain the truth to Simba.
"Where is your sister?" Nala asked, licking the side of Simba's face as he turned away.
"Um, I think she's still with Twaana," Kopa resonded.
By this time, Simba had made it to the entrance to the cave, "I don't see them out here but I don't think they went hunting with the rest of the pride. I'd better call them in."
With that, Simba exited the cave and went to the edge of the altar. Standing stoically, he let out a roar that echoed across the night-filled Pridelands. There was no response, but Simba wasn't expecting one. After a look to the stars and smile to himself, he went back inside.
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Down beneath the altar, Twaana and Kiara listened to Simba's call. In silence, they listened for when Simba turned back to go inside.
"We'd better go back," Kiara whispered, "I guess they're all done."
"No," Twaana said, "Not until you promise me that you're not going to run away later tonight."
Kiara sighed, clearly impatient, "Twaana, we've been over this, my dad will never let me be with Kovu. Getting out of the Pridelands is my only option."
"No, it's not," Twaana insisted forcefully. "We'll figure something out okay? Just give me a little time. Kopa knows now and he's okay with it. Well, he's acting like he's okay with it."
"That's just it, I can't keep hiding this," Kiara pleaded. "I'm not like you and Kopa. You two can love each other and everyone's fine with it."
Twaana turned her head to look at the ground, "Kiara, my relationship with your brother isn't what you think it is. We're friends. We grew up together, so we fuck together. That's it. You, though, you're in love and running away isn't going to convince your dad or Kopa think better of Kovu. If you want a grown-up relationship, then you have to stop acting so young."
Kiara pouted, "I'm not little any more, Twaana."
"I know," the older lioness said reassuringly, "But you're still your daddy's little princess." Twaana sighed and started to go back towards the slope of Pride Rock.
"Wait," Kiara said, "You really don't want to Queen?"
Twaana smiled, "That's not the only issue. Your brother... Kopa's... I love your brother, but he's only my best friend and nothing more."
"But why?" Kiara was legitimately confused.
"Just like how you were tired of everyone's expectations about your virginity, I... I'm a little tired of everyone assuming that I'm going to be Kopa's queen. I'm not a natural born princess."
"Oh." Kaira said dissapointed.
"Promise me that you won't run away, okay?" Twaana asked. Kiara nodded.
The two lionesses began walking up the slope, "To put it simply," Twaana continued, flashing a grin, "When it comes to being queen: I can wait."
Off in the distance, an exiled Outland prince watched the two friends disappear into Pride Rock while he waited for a new day to dawn.