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The Lion King - The Pleasures Of Ruling A Kingdom

Scar's Brave Protege

by Mirri

"Hey, Uncle Scar? When I'm king, what'll that make you?"

The dark-furred lion flopped down on his side.

"A monkey's uncle."

"Heheh. You're so weird."

"You have nooo idea." Scar lifted his head up and gave that near-evil smirk of his. "So, your father showed you the whole kingdom, did he?"

"Everything!" Simba looked quite pleased with himself.

"He didn't show you what's beyond that rise at the northern border?" Scar teased the youngster, knowing full well about that place.

"Well, no... he said I can't go there." The cub's ears drooped down a bit.

"And he's absolutely right! It's far too dangerous. Only the bravest lions go there."

"Well, I'm brave." The young lion tried, "What's out th-"

"I'm sorry Simba, I just can't tell you." Scar cut him off in an almost over-dramatic tone.

"Aww, why not?"

"Simba, Simba. I'm only looking out for the well being of my favorite nephew." Scar patted him on his head and ruffled the fur between his ears a bit.

"Yeah, right. I'm your only nephew." the cub snorted.

"All the more reason for me to be protective. Unless.. you'd do your uncle a little... favor?" Scar's grin spread slowly across his muzzle.

"Sure, anything!" Simba's ears perked up with enthusiasm. The curiosity of cubs could never be overestimated.

Scar lifted his top hindleg in the air and reached down with a paw to grab his sheath. He let the young prince watch as he stroked himself a few times until he could pull his furry covering back to reveal his crimson red cocktip from it.

"Good.. come suck on this."

Simba stared at the red, pointed tip and made only one hesitant step towards the bigger lion before looking up at him.

Scar put on his most secretive smile and wiggled the rod in his paw invitingly at the cub.

"Last chance if you want to be a brave lion."

Simba blinked once at that and then trotted up next to Scar's groin with a determined expression on his face. He stepped right in where his uncle wanted him and put his muzzle around the stiff end of the large maleness, sliding a few inches of it inside. Barely had he begun before he felt a paw on the back of his head insistently push him down all the way until that sharp tip was poking at the back of the cub's throat.

That's good, Simba. I knew you had potential." Scar exhaled and felt himself grow bigger still, his cock throbbing in the warmth of cubmuzzle.

"Now start sucking." he tried to contain his eagerness, but his impatience twisted a slight tone of malice into his words.

Simba flattened his ears and began suckling on his uncle's thick lioncock, listening to the moans of the larger feline as he started moving his hips back and forth to make the wet thing slide through Simba's lips.

It did not take long before Simba was automatically moving his head as well. It started out as an attempt to avoid the pointed tip pressing against the entrance to his throat every time it went back in, but soon Scar had stopped moving entirely and his paw on the back of the cub's head merely guided him.

The older lion so thoroughly enjoyed the heated little huffs of Simba's nose against his groinfur and he leaned back a bit more to gaze out at the Pridelands with half-lidded eyes. No more words were coming from him, he just let the slick, tight little cubmuzzle suck him off and make his heartbeat go faster and faster as the fire in his loins ignited.

Simba did not know what was going to happen now, but every time he tried to slow down a little when his jaw got tired, the paw on his head would push at him so he could keep up the pace.

"If you swallow it all, I'll tell you what's beyond the border." Scar murmured almost with a sigh when he felt his heavy cum-filled sac contract up under his tail.

The lionboy was not sure what he meant. He was already taking every inch he could right up to the barbed tip that scraped against the back of his muzzle. It would not take long before he found out, however.

Scar grunted and suddenly tightened his grip on the cub's neckscruff, his claws digging in to really hold on and make sure he was securely fastened. The first spurt took Simba by surprise and he swallowed it curiously. Unfortunately the taste was not quite what he had expected and while he was busy making faces at it, more jets of cum splashed into his stretched little muzzle. The heavy paw made sure Simba could not move anywhere even as he was choking on the creamy lionsemen that spewed out of his uncle in torrents.

The big leonine had not been emptied in days and the white fluids soon surged out of the cub's muzzle, down his chin and flat chest onto his forepaws. Noticing how the cub had started using his teeth in desperation to get free and breathe again, Scar loosened the iron grip of his paw and let the young prince pull off his spurting lioncock. However, as soon as Simba was free enough to start coughing up lioncream, his uncle held on to him again and just kept cumming all over the cub's face and belly.

Simba sat there and took it, much too confused to complain or realize what was going on. But seeing his nephew covered in lionseed and sputtering as it dripped off his face just made Scar even harder.

"That's too bad, Simba. You were supposed to swallow all of that. Now you'll have to do me another favor."

Scar did not exactly look disappointed about the outcome as he got to his paws with his cock dangling stiffly between his hindlegs.

"Aww, come on uncle Scar. Tell me what's out there." Simba pouted cutely with white liongoo running down his ears and forehead.

"No no no. A deal's a deal Simba." Scar rolled the cub onto his back and pressed a pawtoe in underneath Simba's golden little balls. Simba gave a cubbish grunt at the intrusion under his tail and he kicked his hindlegs in the air a bit.

Almost as if he was on a time limit here, Scar quickly repositioned himself and slid his smooth liondick into the cub's ass.

"Ouch!" Simba flailed his forepaws and clawed at the black mane right above him.

"Relax, Simba. It'll only hurt a little at first." Scar immediately started going in and out, sliding the first couple of inches back and forth in the clenching little tailhole. He kept having to remind himself not to go in too deep, or he might hurt the fragile little youngster's body. Even though the sheer heat and tightness beckoned him to bury himself all the way.

"That's it... just stay still for your uncle." Scar licked his muzzle and leered with a hungry expression as he watched his cum-wet liondick pump in and out of the cub's tailpucker.

Simba looked more surprised than anything. He gritted his teeth whenever Scar pushed back inside, but the pain had just turned into a sort of warm numbness now. He looked up at Scar's lolling tongue and heard his grunts as he humped himself into the lionboy.

"You'll tell me now?" The young lion sounded hopeful, his small balls jiggling with the thrusts.

"I'd better not. *Mmmmr*... An elephant graveyard is no place for a young prince."

"An elephant what?" Simba's eyes went wide and he suddenly forgot all about the pain, about his wet face and the embarrassment of getting jabbed in the rear by the older lion. "Whoa!"

"Oh dear, I've said too much..." The adult lion faked dismay and then cracked a smug grin. "Well, I suppose you'd have found out sooner or later, you being so clever and all..."

Scar leaned down over his brother's son all the way and lifted him from the ground with a supporting paw against the boy's back so he could pull him near and hump him hard. The rest of his sounds were just heated growls as he worked himself towards the edge as quickly as he could.

In his enthusiasm about traveling beyond the borders now Simba barely even noticed the end when Scar let it go and emptied his big adult lionballs straight up the cub's ass. Scar bit his tongue so he would keep from roaring out and he just ended up whining and snarling while his warm goo flooded Simba's little tailhole.

His load was not as big as the first one, but since Simba already had his rear stuffed full of his uncle's hard meat, pretty much all the fluids were expelled in a wonderfully gooey mess. It all just seemed to spray out over the cub's rump and pooled on the stone floor of Scar's ledge.

Scar lay panting in the afterglow and slowly pulled his throbbing dick out of Simba's rumphole, his mind still swimming with pleasure after he had drained his nuts in the young lion.

"Not.. bad.. for a.. little hairball." the old male huffed.

Simba, however, looked very impatient and could not wait to get going now. He would collect Nala on the way there and they could go explore the elephant graveyard together. So eager to leave was he that his uncle had to catch him by the neckfur to hold him back just as soon as he had pulled his cock out.

"Oh, just do me one favor. Promise me you'll never visit that dreadful place." Scar was still catching his breath, but he could still do that wide smirk of his.

The cub seemed to think about it for a while, his gaze wandering so he would not have to look his uncle in the eyes. During the brief moment he noticed how that large red shaft of Scar's was shrinking fast and retreating into the furry cave it came from.

"Uh.. No problem." Simba smirked right back, the devious little furball that he was.

"There's a good lad. You run along now and have fun." Scar licked across the cub's face a few times to clean him up.

"And remember... it's our little secret." He winked just as Simba nodded and ran off with his tail in the air.

Scar waited till Mufasa's son had left before turning and running down the other side of Pride Rock, heading directly towards the shadow lands. He went the direct path through the tall grasslands towards the shadowy border.

"Hey Scar, what's up?" a distinctly female voice called him from the grasses.

The lion slowed down from his run and spotted one of the pride's lionesses on her back and dozing in the grass. A quick scan around the area verified that they were the only two way out here.

"Here, I'll show you.." Scar grinned with his teeth showing and promptly sat down directly on her upper chest so he could rub his firm sheath against her lips.

"Ooooh, what do you think Mufasa would say if he found out you were playing with his lionesses?" the lioness giggled at the blatant display and clearly smelled a previous release of the lion's cum not long ago.

"Make it quick, and he'll never find out." Scar smirked down at her. He knew this particular lioness loved that whole secret sneaking-out-at-night thing and sure enough she closed her muzzle around his cocktip without hesitation and started sucking him off.

Scar mrowled and closed his eyes, beginning a slow thrusting that made his balls brush over her fuzzy chestfur. As he leaned back he put one of his forepaws behind him to feel down the lioness' body, right down between her spread hindlegs. She gave a quick twitch and then closed her eyes with a purr that vibrated through the male's loins and made him tense up.

He pondered if he would have time to mount the lioness for a quick one as well before the cub could get to the elephant graveyard. Surely a cub could not make the journey as quickly as he could, especially through this tall grass.