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"Simba!" a deep voice called into his dreams, rousing him away from the delightful experiences therein.

The king of Pride Rock grumbled and rolled away from the direction the voice had come from. He'd had a dream every lion in the pride was round with his cubs; had watched the entire savannah erupt into one of the most intense orgies he could imagine. And then-...

"Simba, wake up!" the deep voice called again.

He grumbled and shook his head. "You woke me up from the best dream I've ever had!"

There was booming laughter behind him. His father, the former king of the pride, rested a paw on his shoulder and shook him lightly. "Why don't you tell me about it, hm?"

What was there to tell, really? It hadn't been far from reality several months back when the lions of his pride had come into heat. It was the best week of his life, really. He'd filled Nala, Serafina, Sarabi, helped his daughter Kiara enjoy her first heat and-...

"Will you please get up, son?" Mufasa asked mirthfully. "You have quite a few plump lions here who want to spend time with their king."

He almost regretted knocking all of the lionesses up. Now they were so moody, so needy and so horny! He barely got a rest anymore! Of course, he was always grumpy until he saw their round bellies and their needy looks, then his complaints went out on a breeze.

Which is why he was hesitant to roll over. He could smell Sarabi and Mufasa nearby and hear Nala, Serafina, and Kiara's muffled moans on the other side of the cave. Just a few more minutes to sleep, that's all he wanted.

He felt Mufasa's paw slowly gliding down his sides to his hind quarters, ultimately to disappear between his legs. He unconsciously spread them to give his father better access and gave a purring moan. "Not now, please," he pled and tried to ignore the expert digits caressing his full sack and thickening sheathe. "Just five more minutes."

Sarabi stepped around him and gave him a sultry smile. Her body swayed heavily with every step. She had to have a full litter in her. She was massive! Of course, she wasn't the only one. "But I haven't had my breakfast." She settled on her haunches and ducked her head between his legs. She closed her lips around his length and let her rough tongue glide over him from tip to balls. She loved the feeling of her son growing right into her mouth.

Simba moaned deeply and spread his legs more. That was it, he was theirs. It took very little to drag him into another session of mating their heavy bodies, and a part of him hated that.

Mufasa strode around to sit beside where his head laid upon the stone and grinned down at him. "I'm sure you could use breakfast as well." Mufasa's belly was nearly the size of Sarabi's own. Or maybe it was the same. Simba couldn't tell. He stared up at his father's gravid tummy and pressed a palm gently against it. Mufasa grinned at him and rested a paw atop his own. "They were very active a minute ago."

It was a surprise to them all when Mufasa's middle had begun to swell. Even the shamanistic Rafiki couldn't explain it. The joke was that since Mufasa stepped down and relented to be Simba's lioness, the Circle of Life had granted him exactly that. Whatever the reason, Simba was sure they'd never know. Regardless, they had all accepted the odd occurrence and Simba couldn't be happier.

Mufasa lifted his other paw to Simba's head and gently guided him forward. He moved without protest and closed his lips around his father's already full cock. The elder lion above him growled pleasantly as he began to bob his head and drag his tongue across every inch of sensitive pink flesh.

"I'll have you know, it's been hard all morning waiting for you," Mufasa said as he massaged his claws into Simba's thick mane. "A king should not neglect his subjects like that."

Simba could only muffle an apology around his father's appendage. He was right of course. He always was. He lifted his eyes and stared up at the massive swell of his father's cub-laden belly and ever so gently flexed his claws against the taut flesh.

He was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath and a small spurt of pre- across his tongue. He started bobbing his head quicker up and down the spiny appendage to match his mother's eager pace. He was incredibly close to filling Sarabi's muzzle with his hot seed and he could tell Mufasa wasn't far behind with the amount of delicious fluid flowing down his throat.

He growled deep in his chest to let Sarabi know he was close, as if she couldn't tell. She'd certainly suckled from him enough to know by now when he was close and when he was just getting started. To prove the point, she closed her lips tightly against his base and started rubbing the roughness of her tongue across the underside of his cock in the most sensitive place.

He arched his back and moaned deeply against Mufasa's groin as his balls tightened. Thick ropes of his potent seed rushed into Sarabi's muzzle and she swallowed every drop eagerly. A moment later, thick jets of cum erupted into his own muzzle and he responded in kind, swallowing every drop with an eagerness he hadn't known until Mufasa foiled his brother's attempt on his life, and hadn't forgotten since.

It was hard to think he'd been sucking his father's cock since he was but a cub, or that Mufasa had been so kind to let him share Nala's first heat alone, without the king. As the last drop disappeared down his throat and Mufasa stood up, Simba thanked his lucky stars such events had in fact taken place. He had lived a very happy, very lucky life.

As Sarabi pulled away from his cock and laid lazily on her side, she moaned and licked her lips. "As delicious as always, my Simba."

Mufasa grinned and slowly turned away. He bent his hind legs lightly and laid his torso against the cool stone. His gravid belly pressed gently against the stone and Simba marveled at its sheer size. It was still so hard to believe that-...

"Do you take my words so lightly? You should not ignore your subjects, Simba." Mufasa held his tail to the side and purred deeply.

Sarabi chuckled where she laid and lifted a paw to gently rub her own enormous swell. "Sometimes, it's nice to just sit and stare at you, Mufasa. You are a beautiful, round lioness."

Mufasa echoed her soft laughter and looked over his shoulder at their king. "A beautiful round lioness who needs his king to mount him. I'd forgotten how needy pregnancy made you and certainly never thought I'd experience it first hand."

Simba smiled at their banter and stood slowly. He carefully lifted his body onto Mufasa's back and expertly pressed himself into the lion's tailhole. Each of them growled in delight as Simba's cock stretched Mufasa's tight, slick orifice.

He pressed his paws gently, albeit tightly to his father's swell and started to gently rock his hips. Every time he dragged his spines against Mufasa's sensitive insides, the former king would gasp sharply and dig his claws into the stone beneath them.

"I think my lionesses need to remember their places," Simba said and clamped his jaws over the main on the back of Mufasa's neck. The act made the older male growl all the more loudly."

"We know our places," Sarabi said. "Beneath you, of course. It's the only place any of us want to be." A squeal made her ears perk and she laughed. "Except your daughter, apparently. She seems quite content beneath Nala's and Serafina's tongues."

Simba couldn't see the trio of lionesses tending to each other on the other side of the cave. All he could see was Mufasa's mane shaking with every sharp thrust and resonating moan.

"Oh yes," Mufasa groaned. "Hard. Like that. Deep and hard!" Simba felt the elder lion's hips start rocking back to meet his every thrust and his insides squeeze tightly every time he tried to pull away. Even pregnant with a litter of his cubs, Mufasa's body wanted nothing more than for him to spill his seed inside again.

And he was more than happy to oblige! With his father's tight tunnel milking him relentlessly, it took only a few minutes for him to reach his peak. Simba felt his balls tighten and his cock give a little swell. He growled loudly, though it was muffled in Mufasa's neck. He dumped load after copious load of his hot spunk deep inside his father's rump.

Mufasa dragged his claws against the stone and opened his muzzle wide to let out a loud roar of sheer pleasure. It certainly caught the attention of the other lionesses in the cave. They all turned to stare at Simba fucking his very pregnant father.

When the color returned to Simba's eyes, Mufasa had collapsed onto the stone floor to rub his belly in blissful afterglow. Simba smiled at him and leaned down to gently nuzzle the furry globe as well. A wet nose under his tail caught his attention and when he turned to look, Sarabi gave him a needy wink.

"I had to get your attention somehow..." She turned her tail to him and held it aside. She gingerly lowered her gravid body low and looked back expectantly.

As Simba turned to mount her, he was acutely aware of the other lionesses coming to join them. He sighed as he pressed into his mother's hot nethers, half in defeat and half in the pleasure the tight, wet folds around his cock gave him. It was going to be a long day.