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As the sun set behind the black line of the horizon, the lion pride nestled into Pride Rock's den where sleep would come quickly. The stars blinked brightly behind clouds as the sky faded from a burning crimson to a tepid blue. A slight wind rustled the blades of grass which whistled as the gentle force rocked them to and fro, bringing the hot day to a calming close. Within one patch of the swaying grass, yards away from the rest of her sleeping pride, sat the former queen Sarabi. She was restless and found that the stars cleared her mind. And yet, even with the stars visible, her thoughts drifted to Mufasa. It had been years since his death, but her heart was still broken. The lion queen sighed and dropped her head as the sun had completely fallen in the distance.

"Every night, I wonder what our lives would be like if you were still with me" Sarabi said with her heading still hanging."Would Simba have been more prepared to be king?" She asked. "He tries with everything he has to be like you, but sometimes I think your death broke him. He's different than the cub I raised. Not because he's older, but because his smile's different. I see him happy, but I know he feels the weight of your legacy on his shoulders. I know he feels uncertain of his actions as king because he asks me if it's what you would have done. I even feel as if he thinks I'd rather have had you return rather than him."

Sarabi sighed. In her heart, she struggled with the notion that this thought of hers might be true. She raised her head and addressed the kings amongst the stars directly.

"When he came back, I thought he was you and I don't know why," the lioness explained to the sky. "I thought you were both dead, but I had actually seen your body. So why did I think he was you, Mufasa?"

Her question echoed throughout the empty savanna, but was swept away as the wind blew. Sarabi's ears went flat against her head as her eyes searched the night sky, hoping to find the one star that was her mate.

"Maybe that's why I did it. Because he is so much like you, that every day, I see him and I can't help but think of you." She reasoned. "He's beautiful, really. And I don't know if he means to, but he looks at me the same way you used to: As if every thing he does needs to impress me." The lioness ashamedly looked back down at the grass and, with one claw, began tracing aimlessly in the dirt.

"He hasn't touched me," she admitted, turning her head as if she was avoiding someone's gaze. "I mean, I haven't let him touch me. After what Scar did to me. To us."

She sighed deeply so that it was almost a growl. She still stared at the ground as she continued her midnight confession, "I haven't allowed myself to be penetrated. There's just something so foreign and violent about it now. There's no love in it for me, just fucking. And I know Simba would care for me, but I don't think I'd be prepared for my body to accept his. It's been so long.

"Somehow, I think he understands this. When the moment arises, he only licks me and never pushes himself upon me. And he never comes to me if the pride is fucking together." Sarabi paused to reflect on how her son has treated her. "I miss the touch of a male. I miss you."

Tears ran across the bottom of her eyes, but the former queen kept them from falling. She told herself that it had happened too long ago to still be crying over and that she had already cried enough. She closed her eyes hard to keep the tears in, her breath became erratic as her body put everything it had to stop itself from crying. The wind blew hard against Sarabi's fur and the grass around her danced in every direction as if the wind came from every angle.

Up in the sky, the clouds that littered the blackness were moving together and the earth gave a low rumble that opened Sarabi's eyes. She looked up to witness the mass of clouds rolling over one another to form a peak. At the top of the peak, two glowing orbs opened and a string of clouds protruded from the rest of the mass to pull the forming figure from the sky. The string formed a leg and the body of a lion emerged from the clouds as if they were a cocoon. The orbs became a pair of eyes and the remaining clouds swirled around heavenly form as light illuminated the spectacle from behind.

Sarabi stared at the event before her, the light bright but not burning her wide open eyes. Her mouth was wide open with amazement. Could this be what Simba had once witnessed? Was this her Mufasa returning from the realm of past kings to see her? She brought herself up to all fours hoping that this bit of added height could help be closer to her love.

From the surrounding swirl, a series of clouds dropped towards the horizon, each one stopping just before the next so that they created a staggered line across the sea of stars. The celestial lion leaped from his unearthly confines and weightlessly descended onto the first cloud. He proceeded to jump from one cloud to the next as if they were stepping stones from the heavens to the earth. And with each leap, he grew smaller until the final leap in which the lion landed gracefully in front of the bewildered lioness.

It was him. Mufassa, the once great king of the Pride Lands had come back to her. His body was massive and strong and his mane waved as if an ever constant wind blew through his fur. Around his body was a golden glow that lit the surrounding savanna. His eyes shone so bright that they showed no features, but Sarabi knew they were staring directly at her.

The lioness took a moment to speak. Gathering the breath needed to produce a sound after she had neglected to breathe as her mate descended. Finally she said, "Mufasa. Is it really you?"

The lion did not immediately speak, he stood rigidly with his mouth in a regal frown, making Sarabi wonder if he he could even speak at all. He just seemed so distant to her so she slowly took a step towards him. Leaning her head forward, her ears pinned back and her brows raised in curiosity, she asked again, "Mufasa. Please... speak to me."

This second request stirred something in the great ghost as his body shuddered and he took a deep breath in as if his strength was taken away. The spirit hung his head as he took more breaths to regain his poise. His luminance remained, but to Sarabi, he somehow seemed... more alive. She took another cautious step forward, the shine reflecting in her crimson eyes. When she had moved all but a few feet away from the lion, he moved again causing the lioness to step back in fear.

With another deep breath, the lion lifted his head and looked up with shining eyes to say, "Sarabi?"

The lioness was overjoyed to hear and to feel the bass timbre of her mate's voice say her name. She leaped forward to Mufasa with her smile reaching from ear to ear and her eyes wide, stopping just in front of his muzzle to examine his face. Her eyes darting across every crease and dip to take in every bit of him.

"You look lost," she said."I could say the same for you," Mufasa replied.

Sarabi realized that he had listened to every plea that she had made, "So you have been watching me?"

"I've been watching everyone, Sarabi," His voice was calm; it conveyed power but avoided condemnation. "You know I never left you. I could never leave you."

"But you did," she said. "I know sacrificed yourself for our son, but I was left alone."

"I was simply taking my place within the Circle of Life."Her eyes never left Mufasa's face. She still had to make sure that he was actually standing before her when she said, "Please, Mufasa. I don't need a lesson on the Circle of Life. I just want you. Please, spare me the lecture and actually speak to me, look at me... touch me like you used to. That's all I ask."

"You must look past your own pain," he began. "Realize that there are things far greater than fear and hurt in this world."

"Yes, but..."

"Know," he continued. "That I am always beside you through Simba, that I am always watching you from above, and that I am very much alive in your memory. I live in you."

Mufasa nuzzled his queen, making her drop all of her defenses as she powerfully nuzzled him back.

"I watch Simba's actions as king intently and that's why I came to you." Sarabi stopped as Mufasa's voice became incredibly serious. "Something dark is coming to the Pride Lands. I can't see what it is, but I can sense it and Simba's mettle will be tested."

Sarabi looked confused as the sudden revelation sank in, "So why tell me and not him?"

"Because," Mufasa stepped forward, "as you said: you needed me. And if I had gone to Simba, I couldn't do this."

A force filled Sarabi's body as Mufasa pressed his head against hers, creating a warmth throughout her being. She reached up with her paw and stroked his mane which was softer than it had ever felt to her before. The lioness looked straight into Mufasa's eyes and stared for a moment into their hypnotic light. Finally, she gave into her thoughts and pressed her muzzle against his. The two shared each other as their tongues danced against one another. They broke their free from their muzzled embrace and ran their necks against the other's. Their loving purrs combined into one harmonious rumble the shook their caressing bodies. The warmth that Sarabi felt through Mufasa only grew more intensely. Still pressing her body against his, she moved down his side and waved her tail softly against the king's face. His head turned as he enjoyed the scent that the female was providing him. As she turned around his other side, Sarabi lifted her paw and stroked the fur lining the area from Mufasa's leg to his belly.

There was a moment's pause before Mufasa cocked his head back and asked, "Is this what you really want?"

The lioness smiled coyly and laughed, "Really Mufasa, you didn't just come all the way down here to just talk about circles did you?"

The king chuckled with a booming cadence. His mate was still the young lioness he had met as a cub, "Let me just enjoy you first.

"Mufasa whipped himself around to face Sarabi, grabbing her head and pulling it against his. Both lions closed their eyes and Mufasa squeezed his paw around her neck, wishing that he could keep this embrace. But Sarabi broke loose and moved her moist tongue up the side of his cheek. The two mate's stared again into each other's eyes. Mufasa into Sarabi's red and Sarabi into the ghost's bright shine.

There was no need for words as the lioness gracefully laid down on her back and spread her hindlegs to reveal her neglected sex. Mufasa stepped closer but stopped just slightly short of her and knelt down. Sarabi's head lurched back and her chest jumped up as the lion's tongue twirled around her clitoris. The shock of pleasure ran through her as Mufasa licked the length of her vaginal folds, spreading them wide. The warm tongue was pushed in and flickered about inside of her.Sarabi pressed her paws against the dirt to brace her quivering body. The other lionesses of the pride and even Simba had pleasured her orally, but this sensation was stronger. The lion's foreplay had hardly begun and Sarabi could already feel that she was giving Mufasa something to drink. She looked down to watch Mufasa's head rock as his muzzle kept her hips from leaving the ground. Her breaths were short and audible as the lion's power shook her body.

The lion began focusing his tongue solely on her clitoris, making slow circular motions around it. His touch was light, but the sensation was unbearable. Sarabi kept expecting him to change technique, but he kept on; torturing her with pleasure. She felt as if she were about to explode from the constant motion of Mufasa's unflinching tongue. Her breathing turned to gasps and her body convulsed upward as Mufasa moved his paws to hold her legs down. Her hips quivered as her ejaculate ran down Mufasa's chin.

Without taking his head away from Sarabi's privates or his tongue away from its duty, Mufasa moved his paws up and around the lionesses legs. He pulled her even closer to his muzzle, finally giving Sarabi's clitoris a break so that his tongue could go into her vaginal lips. The slow, methodical rhythm that he once had switched suddenly to an intense licking of her pink opening.

"Hhhhnnnnmmm," Sarabi moaned, twisting her upper body as the sensations down between her legs overpowered her.

Mufasa withdrew his tongue, letting his warm breath tingle against his mate's wet privates. Sarabi lifted her head and looked down at the lion, who simply gave a closed-lip smile and started to move closer. He moved his paws to the ground and slowly began moving up her body, licking the light fur of her belly with long, broad stokes. Sarabi's body twitched as Mufasa tickled her skin and circled her nipples with his wet muscle, pausing every so often to suck her stomach. And, with each step, moved up towards the heavier fur of her chest. Once he finally reached Sarabi's head, he stopped. The two stared at one another with their muzzles hovering over each other, sharing a rhythmic breath.

Sarabi felt Mufasa's now erect penis lightly brush over her vagina. She looked down to see the shaft begin rubbing her folds, still not entering her body but pleasuring her still. She let out a small laugh that took Mufasa by surprise.

"What is it?"

"Nothing," She paused, "it's just that..." She turned her head and blushed. "Even your penis is glowing."

Mufasa let out a laugh of his own. He remembered why he had loved her. She was stoic, but kind and she could always make him smile. He pressed his muzzle against hers as his penis glided into her. Their tongues twisted about in the other's mouth as Mufasa's hips moved in and out of his mate's. The moist sounds from either ends of the lions meshed together, broken only by the gasps made in the small breaks they had between their embracing muzzles.

Sarabi grabbed Mufasa's mane and pulled his head down so that their cheeks brushed together and his ear was filled with her pleasurable breaths. She ran her tongue along the side of his face. His mouth formed a smile while his closed eyes displayed his focus. He opened them every few moments only to see the lioness staring right back at him.

Their heads were motionless while Mufasa's hind legs kept their driving motion. His thrust were slow and deliberate, allowing the head of his penis to run along the top of her insides and finally push hard against her cervix. He could feel Sarabi's paws pull on his mane, her body contracting with every push onto her he made. Her body shifting in the grass from the power of his own body moving her. He kept his eyes open to watch her tilt her head, close her eyes, and lick her lips. The beauty she displayed was the kind he had not seen in a long while. He watched as her tongue ran from one end of her lips to the other, she even bit down on it as if his thrusts gave her sense of pained bliss.

The former queen opened her eyes and smiled when she saw that Mufasa could do nothing but stare at her, the way she had caught him doing on mornings when he was still alive. But this time was different. His eyes were different now; the blazing red now replaced with the light of the dead. Mufasa saw her draw back from her discovery and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Your eyes," She stared even more deeply. "I miss them."

Mufasa turned his face away, disappointed in the grief he unwittingly brought his mate.

Sarabi grabbed his head and turned it back towards her, "But that doesn't mean that I don't absolutely love every other thing about you. Mmmmmnnhhhh." She let out a orgasmic purr as Mufasa's penis drove into her.

The walls of Sarabi's vagina contracted around Mufasa's lionhood and a drop of her ejaculate fell to the ground. Her paw ran itself through the lion's mane again and again, grabbing the furry crown as her body reacted to his own moving within her. The warmth that he passed into her only grew more powerful and more encompassing so that it filled every inch of her. They both smelt of love and the scent only made Sarabi's paw grip even more tightly. The dirt was wet from the lions' combined love. The sound of their synchronized breathing mixed with the crude rhythm of the genitals heightened the lioness's sexual urge and her vagina contracted even more frequently with force of pleasure.

All of Sarabi's senses were being overwhelmed and Mufasa's efforts to join himself with her culminated in a powerful roar from the female as one orgasm seemed to encapsulate all of the emotions she had been holding. With one large release, she felt free. Her worries had ceased and her grief had vanished. Her quick breaths became slow and steady as a tear rolled down her cheek. She and Mufasa had become an entirely different beast.

"Please," she said, "Mufasa, when you're done... don't leave. Ohhh!"

Mufasa's thrusting quickened and became more forceful as the spirit began to lose control, "I never left, Sarabi. Not as long as I always love you." He let out a growl as his body started to make its own decisions.

His eyes were shut, but Sarabi never looked away from him. She wouldn't forget this. She couldn't forget this. The lion's grunts became louder and more frequent and Sarabi's body was being shaken by his forceful pushes. He was close to finishing and the lioness could sense it.

"I love you, too," she said, closing her eyes as the king of the past roared. At that moment, Sarabi felt a new kind of warmth shoot through her as she...

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...awoke.

Her head snapped frantically in every direction as she jumped to her paws. She was back in the cave at Pride Rock, surrounded by heaps of snoring lionesses. This couldn't be. She didn't believe it. She didn't want to believe it.

How could it have been a dream? she thought. _It was too real. I was there. HE was there!_She shut her eyes tight, hoping that when she opened them again, the cave would have disappeared and she would be back lying in the grass with Mufasa inside her. That's how she wanted her night to end. But the cave never vanished. It stayed; trapping her in its reality. Kiara laid close to Nala while Kopa and Twaana had their backs to one another. Simba was absent, but Sarabi didn't notice but instead sat, staring into nothing and ignoring the noise around her. She was so confused that her mind could only focus on solving the problem of how she ended up in this situation. To her, she was alone again. Until...

"Mom?"

Once again, Sarabi snapped back into the real world. The noise crescendoed back to its original fervor and the lioness saw that her son was not lying with his mate.

"Mom?" Simba's voice called again. "Are you okay?"

Sarabi looked behind her where Simba stood under the archway of the cave. He tilted his head and slowly walked towards her, stepping over any lionesses he needed to to reach his mother.

"Let's get you out to some fresh air," he spoke in a very calm manner in hopes to not startle her. He nuzzled his head against her in an attempt to lead her towards the cave opening. Sarabi complied, accidentally kicking some of the lionesses as she exited in a mental haze. She walked ahead of the King who couldn't help but notice that her hind legs had a thin stream of sex juices running down them. He pushed his urges aside and met his mother at the furthest point of Pride Rock's altar. The two stood in an awkward silence as Simba didn't know why his mother was acting the way she was.

"It's a very clear night," Simba began. "You can really see the sta..."

"I spoke with your father," Sarabi butted in. "Or, at least, I think I did."

"He came to you?" Simba asked, his eyes grew wide in amazement. He hadn't seen his father since the day Rafiki brought him to the grasslands.

"It was a dream, but he really did come to me.... I think," she still couldn't comprehend what had happened. She began playing the dream over in mind, "We made love. He told me that he's watching us and..." Then she remembered his warning. She had almost forgotten it, she had been so enamored by Mufasa's presence.

"He told me that something bad was going to happen."

"Did he say what?" Simba pressed although he already knew the answer.

"No," Sarabi said. "Just that it was something that would test you as king."

"Oh," the lion said. He let out a sigh, "I'm going to think about this for a while, see if mind can process it better in the morning."

He licked his mom's cheek and started for the cave entrance. The lioness watched her son walk away and she remembered what Mufasa had said about him living through him."Simba," Sarabi called as she ran to catch up with him. She opened her mouth to say something, but stopped. Instead, she looked at Simba for a moment, realizing how he resembled his father. She looked away and moved to his hindquarters. Sarabi began licking the fur at the edge of Simba's sheath. The lion looked down in surprise as his mother began to draw his cock out with her muzzle.

"Mom, you don't have to do that," he started but Sarabi had already given him a full erection and started moving her tongue around his meaty shaft.

"You know you're just about as big as your father," Sarabi said, taking her muzzle off his cock for a moment's breath.

"Just about?" Simba asked. It seemed like a backhanded compliment.

Sarabi kept her head moving along his lionhood, making it wet with her spit and the king's own precum. She let go for another second, creating a smack as her muzzle released its grip, "Of course, I never heard your father make Tesma scream like you did a few nights ago."

"That's not saying much," Simba said as his mother moved back to sucking his cock. "She cums easy. Ooh, and apparently so do I this morning."

Sarabi let released her jaw and focused her tongue solely on the tip. The light tickle was overpowering to the king's impatient cock and Simba's face contorted as his cum sprayed out onto his mother's face. The lioness backed out from under her son and moved to his rear. The lion's semen ran down her face, from between her forehead, down past her eyes and several drops formed at her lips. The few drops of the thick cream splattered onto the ground.

"Mom, don't you want me to lick that off for you?" Simba asked. He tried to move around to see Sarabi, but she moved with him. She said: "Get on your back."

"Why? I've almost gone soft already." Sarabi looked down at Simba's flaccid dick hanging from its sheath as the blood flowed back into the body. A lion's penis after ejaculation was one of Sarabi's biggest turn-ons. There was something about how it looked so large, but it wasn't stiff and rigid. It just simply hung there.

"Trust me. I'll get you hard again," she smiled coyly. As her lips turned up, another cum drop fell.

Simba was turning over, but Sarabi was growing impatient so she pressed her paw against his chest, holding him against the rock. The lion's cock slapped against his belly, splashing his semen across his fur. Sarabi shimmied her hips up to his and she began sliding her pussy over his half-erect cock.

"Mom, what are you doing?" he asked. Simba's eyes grew wide, realizing that Sarabi was finally allowing him to fuck her. He attempted to say something but his mother's movements and the wet, sliding sounds their genitals made were distracting him. He looked from Sarabi's pussy to her face and finally managed to ask: "Are you sure you want this?"

Sarabi gave a smile, partly from Simba's words reminding her of Mufasa's but also from the feeling of Simba's hardening dick as her slick cunt sliding over him made his shaft start to stiffen back to its previous girth.

"Mmmrrrrr, I knew there was still some life left in you," Sarabi purred as the liondick rubbed her pussy lips and clit. "Your father was right: I needed this."

At this, Simba watched as his mother slid forward off his cock and back, pushing his dick vertically with her taint. She moved back just slightly and her slit fell neatly in place over his cock-tip. Sarabi pushed down slowly, allowing herself to feel her son's cock to fill her insides. He felt like the missing puzzle piece to her body and as she pulled up, his barbs brushed the walls of her privates making her spill some of her own ejaculate onto Simba's crotch. Her small, pleasurable squeals turned to one loud "Ohhh!" as Simba began his own small thrusts into her pussy.

The outburst shocked Simba and reminded him that the rest of the pride lay sleeping in the cave. Sex was a rather common practice, but interruption always took his focus and some of the fun out of it, unless the lioness interrupting wanted to join in as well. And Simba could never shake Nala's own jealousy of the other lionesses, even his own mother.

"Mom, we'll have to be quiet this early," his eyes motioned to the cave behind them. Sarabi looked up, smiled slightly and bent her down just above her son's face.

"Alright," she whispered. "But you're going to have to shut me up."

And with that, Sarabi pushed her muzzle against the king's. Sharing their tongues with one another and Simba's cum that Sarabi was wearing smearing over their faces. The lioness's squeals were muted by Simba's lips and her breaths released with a powerful sigh every time she felt him enter. The silence didn't last long until Sarabi broke it, releasing an orgasmic gasp as she dug her front claws her Simba's chest. She stopped humping him and, instead, simply sat on him giving his cock a much needed break. He could feel it tremble inside of her, wanting to burst with cum but held back by his will. It was almost painful to stop it, but also a relief that his mother stopped when she did. Her own hips trembling from the fuck, Sarabi took in deep breaths as she smiled down at her son.

"You know, if you can't be quiet then I'm to have to have you get on your back," Simba said with a smile creeping over his face.

"Yes, your majesty," she said.

The phrase caught Simba slightly off guard since he still saw his mom as a queen and this was a rare moment of subordination. But Sarabi did as he commanded and pulled herself off of his lionhood with a moist slurp. She laid down next to her son who simply rolled over, adjusting his position to match her height. With one paw, he tilted her leg nearest him into the air, moving Sarabi's body to it's side. From there, he slowly aimed his cock back into her cunny.

He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Remember: keep quiet."

Sarabi nodded emphatically as Simba began fucking her at a quickening pace. One paw was holding the nape of her neck and the other was laid over her chest, grabbing the fur and skin when he was coming close and needed a distraction. The lioness kept her eyes closed and her head tilted up, trying hard not to make any noise. However, the humping and Simba's entire presence surrounding her proved to be too much for the former queen. She grabbed the paw that was draped over he body and bit into it, suppressing her scream and causing her son to growl. His paw in her teeth, she kept herself in silence as Simba's cock toyed with her sex.

Simba just enjoyed the image. His mother's wet pussy being fucked by him for the first time and her muzzle locked on to his paw as she tried desperately not to squeal made him even harder. The ambience of night mixed with the sounds of their privates slamming against each other. The wet fur with a damp thud and his cock with a staccato slosh.

"Have I made you wonder why you waited so long?" he asked, trying to keep his arousal high.

Sarabi merely nodded again. Her hips felt loose and her body was relaxed. She said, "I just had to make love to your father one last time."

Simba smiled as he said, "Well, I'm making sure you get a good fucking."

It was Sarabi's turn to laugh, "Have you always been this blatant with your sex-talk?"

Simba only responded with a hard thrust that made Sarabi shudder with pleasure. "Maybe now, you can try Kopa, too. From what I hear, he has more of Dad in him than me." There was a pause before the two lions laughed at Simba's comment.

And then, almost in effort to prove himself, Simba's tempo and movement changed, "But right now, he's still no match for his old man." The lion repositioned himself so that the tip of cock ran across the top of his mother's pussy. He felt Sarabi's teeth again when he did this as well as drops of her cum splashing against his ballsack.

His mother, her muted squeals, the feeling of her muzzle clamped onto his paw, and the cunny that hadn't been able to fuck all added up. It was too much at one time, too many sensations for Simba to handle. He thought he could have lasted longer with his second ejaculation that morning, but he felt the familiar sensation of his muscles tightening all around him his cock with the strange feeling as if it was stopping itself from urinating.

"Dammit, I'm gonna cum," he said, still thrusting his hips but with less control. "Do you want me to pull out?"

Sarabi gave a small smirk at her son still trying to please her.

"No." she said. Her pussy fully enjoying Simba's orgasmic hump. She winced, biting her lip this time as one last orgasm shook her body.

Then, with his mouth shut, Simba suppressed his roar as his cum ran through his shaft. It didn't shoot this time, but simply flowed out his cock and into Sarabi's cunt. He pulled out with a thick string following his cock rolling away from his mom's back and getting to his feet. Walking around to her legs, Simba knelt down to clean himself off Sarabi's pussy.

"Wait," she said quickly. "Let Nala do that. She and I need to talk this morning, anyway."Simba tilted his head in a bit of baffled amusement at Sarabi's prospect as the lioness got up herself and walked around to clean her son up.

"So Dad really convinced you to do this?" Simba asked while Sarabi's tongue lapped up the remaining strings of cum around his penis.

"This was a decision I made myself, Simba," she said, seeing Mufasa in the earnest eyes of her son. "Don't ever think that you're less than him because you're not. As much as it pains me, you are not your father and you never have to be. I just hope you can remember that when whatever your father mentioned comes our way.

"Simba nuzzled his head against his mother's as he said, "That's something I learned a long time ago.

"The two's nuzzling continued until Sarabi looked up to see the sun beginning to break the horizon. "I guess it's time to go in. Morning's here," she said."

Simba looked behind him and then back to his mother with an adoring smile, "Well, I guess you'd better see if Nala's almost awake."