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The Lion King - Everything The Light Touches

Chapter 11 - The Presentation

by Mirri

The two merged prides had been living together for a few moons now. Mixed hunting parties were becoming more successful, lionesses were mingling and hanging out, and apart from that one small group that insisted on being left alone in the elephant graveyard for most of the day, they were truly one big pride now.

So it was only befitting that Lion King called together a meeting of all the animals on the plains to announce the happy news. Happy for the lions, not so happy for the prey of course.

The animals were all arriving and lining up next to each other. They chatted in everything from deep rumbles to squeaky chirps, all waiting for the King to show. All the lions were sitting in the entrance of the cave at the back of the promontory, waiting as well.

Simba kissed his Queen on her muzzle and started padding out amongst the giggling whispers of the leonines behind him. He decided to give them something to chat about, swishing his tail up high and showing off his stuff. As predicted, several of the lionesses swooned and snickered behind him, and he walked out in front of the large gathering with a smirk on his muzzle.

"Greetings, all." he called out in his booming voice and all the animals perked their ears and listened closely. He sat down and all the lionesses sighed when the object of their affection disappeared from view.

While the King was explaining the merger of the two prides and the recent war that had been going on, lionesses were chattering behind him. They were all expected to be there, but they obviously had too much good gossiping to catch up on to actually pay attention to their King.

At one point Sarafina broke with the group and padded forward with determined strides. She crouched down and sneaked closer to the Lion King. The lionesses gasped and pointed, whispering quicker now.

"She wouldn't!"

"What's she doing?"

"Someone get her back here."

The lion himself only noticed her just before she slinked around in front of him, staying low to the ground the entire time so that no one below the promontory could see her.

Simba was making big gestures with his forepaws and just stared down at the rogue lioness who so insolently interrupted him in the middle of his address to the Pridelands.

Sarafina quickly stuck her head in between his hindlegs and started nuzzling his sheath.

The King gave a grunt and tried to push her away with his groin, but the lioness swiftly took his sheath in her muzzle and started sucking on it.

Simba had enough trouble trying to keep cool and collected in front of the animal crowd, so he tossed out his forelegs and started talking about smaller issues that he had been planning to tell for some time as well. These meetings only happen on special occasions.

Sarafina felt the male's two paws come down on her neck and hold her there. To the audience below it merely looked as if he had put his paws down on the ground in front of him.

"I'll get you for this.." Simba whispergrowled out the side of his muzzle before smiling big again and continuing his speech.

Sarafina could do nothing but grin and felt bare lionflesh slip out and into her muzzle, which she fervently started nursing on. It became a game of wits between the two of them. Who would give up first?

Simba occasionally stumbled in his speech, or bit his lip to suppress a moan from the skillful treatment he was getting below. She very even made his voice break at one point, but as an experienced public speaker, the King quickly recovered.

He had to remind himself constantly not to look down at all and not to move his hips even if every nerve in his body was screaming for him to pound his throbbing flesh down the throat of the naughty lioness. Shifting his hindpaws a little once in a while seemed to be enough for now, but his grip continued to tighten on the back of Sarafina's head.

Sarafina's tongue eagerly explored his length, wrapping up and down and twirling around to feel it from all sides. Her lips kept pushing his sheath down more and more and her wet, sandpapery tongue teased his barbs the wrong way every time she pulled back.

Simba had to drag out his speech for a while longer than he had expected. The Lion King always ends with a roar to dismiss the assembly and now he was just buying himself a few more moments in order to time it just right.

Finally he could feel the point of no return, his balls twitched and his spine contracted mightily. The lion let out a grand, bellowing roar that echoed across the lands and the herd below started scattering appropriately.

Sarafina gargled on his powerful spurts of lionspooge, swallowing all that she could while his paws held her down firmly and did not let go till he had emptied himself completely in her muzzle.

By now all the lionesses had gathered around as the ceremony was officially over.

"Ohhhh Sarafina.. you're in big trouble now." the King growled down at her and pulled his slick cock out of her mouth. His paws continued to hold her down and he moved around to mount her from behind.

Without warning his paws gripped around her belly and he rolled over on his back with her on top, all four legs of hers kicking in the air. Simba wasted no time and promptly buried his dick up her tender little tailhole, going into a quick humping straight away.

"You see all those lionesses around you? They're all going to lick your pussy till you come now."

All the lionesses seemed to grin from ear to ear at exactly the same moment and they formed a queue behind the two romping lions. Simba's forelegs held around Sarafina's chest to hold her in place and she groaned repeatedly with each heavy shove he made up her rear and the fact that the first lioness was already having fun getting her tongue wet with her juices did not make things any easier.

It felt good to be eaten out completely the first time. And the second time. And the third time. Sarafina was wiggling happily and getting it good in both her fuckholes at once. Purry little lioness.

However, after the fifth lioness Sarafina was already feeling very oversensitive and squirmed in an attempt to get away, but Simba's iron grip allowed no such thing.

By the seventh lioness Simba finally creamed up Sarafina's rear entry and just purred away peacefully while moving back and forth inside her wet cavity, keeping himself stiff.

After eleven lionesses without pause or any time to recover, Sarafina was begging for mercy and was simply unable to make more of a mess of herself than she already had. She had dried up and her wet folds could only tremble with her climax now.

Needless to say after eighteen lionesses and another load of royal cum up her ass, Sarafina was barely able to function. She was just one big sweating, grunting, panting mess and her hindlegs could only shudder and jolt at the sensations now. The female had gone almost completely numb and was just quivering now, unable to speak or even think clearly.

The King finally took mercy on her and rolled her off him to leave her to the care of the others. He ordered them to get Sarafina cleaned up down by the river and give her something to eat.

Dragging off with her, the lionesses giggled and whispered among each other.

Not one to disappoint the others that had waited in line for so long, Simba graciously let them clean him up all they wanted.