Irresistible Kovu Earning His Place
#4 of The Lion King Stories (TLK)
It is the depth of the night, and the Lion King finds out what his new prince is for.
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"Nghhhh....S...S..."
The golden lion's hips hunched rapidly, back and forth they went as he drove his pointed prick again and again into the tightly clenching hole under the prone male's trashing tail. His own was angled tensely, over the flexing buttocks that propelled the lion's cock into the depths of the hot opening, sending bursts of pleasure through the bodies of both lions locked together in their illicit mating.
Simba's body was tense and perched on his forepaws, with his thighs splayed over either side of the broad backside he mounted from behind with such enthusiasm. The position was no different from how he bred his females, hard and fast while keeping an aggressive, dominant stance over his partner, ready to drive away any intruders with a dark glance from his proud eyes. All the while his hips rocked and pumped his twitching cock into the slick insides of the muscled tunnel opening and closing around his aching cock. The angle was slightly awkward, considering that the hole he was fucking was higher than the usual slick cunt his cock would sink into, but the lion king countered with a simple twist of his hips that kept himself right and well seated inside the attractive heat of the wrinkled, stroking tailstar.
"Slut," Simba huffed, breathed and drooled over the neck of the brown lion, leaning down so that the heat would break through the adolescent fluff of mane surrounding the lion's exposed neck.
Kovu could do nothing but bite his teeth together and try not to snarl out loudly into the night of the stone gully that acted as the hidden place for their mating.
Simba purred and rumbled loudly and remained as he was, his back arched, asserting his dominance over the younger male he fucked as if he was his very own Queen in the very deepest rut of the heat. The lion king's huge balls kept slapping against the younger lion's hot pair, and both of their sacs were already smeared with fluids that kept leaking out from under Kovu's tail, churned by the continuing pumping of the royal cock into the confines of the brown lion's ass.
"NHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" the lion snorted again, and his claws scraped against the hard stone upon which he lay, almost prone on his belly over the smooth rock surface.
Simba's eyes gleamed with dark heat while he hunched his knees and began the ass-shattering thrusts that would bring out his seed for the third time tonight, and he did not have to wait for long before the burning in his muscles combined with that inside his belly.
The lion king's teeth closed around the scruffy mane on Kovu's neck and held onto it firmly while his hips bucked, rocked, and twisted, all the while his cock twitched and spurted another load of slimy offering into the male's violated hole. Kovu, his body still rocked by his king's thrusting, could do nothing but hold onto the stone and keep from making too much noise...for that would displease the king.
Simba's heart raced and his breaths quickened, as the heat slowly subsided and his tired hips called for a break into his rut, which he did as well, but not before he pushed himself in to the hilt and then pressed their slick ball sacks together. He let go of the young lion's scruff and lifted his head up, to gulp in big lungful of fresh savannah air. It was mixed with the unmistakable musk of his own cum, not a surprise considering that the pearly, heady substance now practically covered his loins, from his thighs to his messy balls resting against the battered pair belonging to the quietly huffing and rumbling lion below him.
The vice-like tailstar and the tunnel beyond still kept him in their hold and prompted the occasional twitch from Simba's curved, barbed member, securely embedded inside the subservient lion's nether opening.
His hips burned with the effort of his earlier rutting, and now welcomed the moment's rest. His eyes spotted the wet mess his muzzle had made of the younger lion's mane, and the sight caused a broad grin to appear over the lion's king's majestic muzzle. He was almost tempted to lick it a little, just to show that Kovu was being a good fuck.
He spoke instead.
"Hmmmmrr....a lovely night," the lion mused, enjoying the expanse of stars that seemed to spread all over them and only disappear into the great beyond on the very edge of his vision, beyond what could be seen of the dark savannah, "made for lions..."
The speared lion almost turned to look over his shoulder at the male philosophizing while resting over the mounted ass of the brown youth, but decided not to tempt his fate any more than he had already done.
"Perhaps one day your sons will look into the night and remember their grandfather Simba, for the great deeds he did for the Pridelands, and for his...."...the lion held a pause, simply because he could afford..." leniency..."
Kovu let out a grumble that could have either been disapproval or agreement over the lion's musings, but the young male was not really in a position to speak, not when he was impaled on his king's cock and smeared with the golden male's seed all over his rear. It was enough that he submitted to this, providing other kind of entertainment wasn't part of what was expected of him...at least for now.
Simba, however, found the silence blatant, and reacted equally, by pulling his hunched hips backwards through the tight grip of the slick opening before only the barbed tip of his cock remained, until his hips made the return trip with dedicated, delicious slowness that made the proud king purr with delight. The lion below gasped as he felt himself spread open once more by the thick base of the royal member.
"Don't you agree to the honorable vision...prince?" Simba leaned down and husked the words close to the lion's ear.
Kovu, his tailhole clenching painfully once more, nodded quietly.
"I do...agree," the lion rasped into the night without meeting his king's eyes.
Simba chuckled and patted the stony earth with his tail in approval. The sound was more than audible for both, even over the aggravated noises of their breathing that became ever the louder as they echoed off the stone walls on either side of them.
"Excellent," the king murmured, and licked the nearest ear within his reach.
The round ear flicked as soon as the raspy tongue touched its edge, tickling Simba's chin in the process. The large lion only chuckled at the sensation, and returned it by licking his broad tongue over the top of the reclining lion's head. He knew that it left a mark there, and a hint of scent as well, which suited him perfectly. The lion would wash himself afterwards, of course, as the lion king did for himself before slipping into his cave to sleep next to his beloved Queen, but he knew, and how did he knew, that the knowledge persisted long after the scent itself had faded out of existence.
The idea thrilled him, and sent an extra rush of tension into his slowly recovering loins. His cock, never having lost any of its hardness, pulsed comfortably inside the warm, seed-coated tunnel it rested within, and the occasional squeezing twitch of the warm, ribbed walls reminded him of the pleasures that he could be had by the simple...yes...
Simba pushed himself back up again, arched his back, and began to rock his hips again, just as the nature dictated him to, and began to drive himself in and out of the young lion's slippery hole for the fourth time during the night. Kovu let out a rumble as he felt the pointed, sharp, barbed tip stroke against his worn out walls and reach deep into his body.
"Oh yes...," Simba murmured dangerously as he heard the lion's voice and felt the subtle adjustment of Kovu's hips, to ease the angle of invasion into his tail, "learning well..."
Kovu's rattling breaths filled Simba's ears, becoming more intense as the mating progressed beyond its initial stage and then continued with the same seesawing motion that drove the old lion's thick inches easily in and out of the cum-lubricated hole. Simba could still almost taste the muskiness he'd found there, during the cursory stroke of his tongue under the young lion's tail in preparation for his first taking, but now, with the produce of four rounds of rutting inside the lion's hole, the going was slippery, fast, and without much effort required.
Simba could relax, easily, now, to enjoy the night and the stars as much as the heat of the mating, setting a pace that pleased him most. The squelching sounds and the slap of their bodies together made his ears flick slowly, and added to the pleasure of asserting his dominance and taking the...loyalty...of his new prince.
Slurp, slurp, slurp, went the sloppy hole that swallowed his hole without resistance, squeezed on it when the pointed tip smacked into Kovu's guts, and then allowed it to withdraw again, for another pass. Simba chuckled roughly and allowed his spit to drool over the lion's back again.
"You sound like my Queen after I've had my way with her a few times...dripping with my cum from either hole and still wanting more...do you know that pleasure, prince?" the lion stated once again, without missing a beat. "Do you enjoy thrusting into that tight little hole after you've already seeded it...knowing that the female underneath you is already filled with your cum...and the bitch needs more...more...cock....ngghhhhhhhhh...."
Simba's heated words became a slur, while his hips hastened into a blur that drove him to the brink and over it, almost catching the older lion by surprise when his balls erupted once again through the quickly pulsing stalk embedded into the lion's steaming bowels.
Kovu moaned at the sensation of the heat flowing into him, and stayed still.
Simba chuffed and groaned and kept his hips rolling until his cock became super sensitive and demanded a pause, which he soon did, and partially collapsed over the back of the lion underneath him, panting.
"Stars..." the lion huffed, drops of saliva slipping from his hanging tongue, "...heavens...."
The stars reflected upon Kovu's eyes, gazing up into the night while the hot breaths fell over his messy neck.
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