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The Lion King - Everything The Light Touches

Chapter 18 - First Things Third

by Mirri

Simba leaned back against the tree, seeking shade from the morning sun. The big lion lay down on his back with his neck and a bit of his back propped up against the tree trunk, just enough for him to be able to look out over the savanna. He gave a satisfied sigh and lifted his forepaws around the back of his head to relax.

Such a nice day. The heat made the trees shimmer on the horizon, but it still was not too warm for any physical activities. It would take at least an hour for the sun to warm the plains to the level where it would be unbearable to do anything but just laze around, as big cats tend to do.

Nala sat down beside him and smiled, squinting her eyes as she gazed over the savanna as well. It was quite a tranquil morning; the rest of the pride were already lounging near the waterhole and preparing for the onset of heat that would arrive soon. Her thoughts were interrupted halfway by Simba's booming, yet playful voice.

"Get to it..." The lion grinned up at her and spread his hindlegs out wide.

Nala just smirked back and planted a kiss on the side of her mate's cheek before she stepped up in front and slinked down between his golden-furred thighs.

Kovu neared the small patch of trees on the savanna. He could follow the King's scent easily all the way out here and he was still a bit dazed from his own friendly wake-up call.

He spotted the other lion underneath one of the trees, comfortable in the shade even as the sun was still rising quickly. Due to the creamy camouflage of lionesses, Kovu did not actually notice Nala in the grass in front of Simba until he was almost all the way there.

The Lion King was leaning back against the tree, half sitting and half lying on his back, with his forepaws folded between the tree trunk and his head. His eyes were closed and he was just purring away contently while getting blown by his skillful mate.

"Good mornin', Kovu." The young lion's scent revealed him long before the couple could hear him, so Simba was well-prepared.

"Hi.. hope I'm not interrupting anything..?" Kovu smiled and could not take his eyes off Nala's bobbing head. She looked up and winked at him with her cheeks bulging.

"Not at all, have a seat." Simba said without opening his eyes.

Kovu sat down next to the lion at what he hoped was a respectful, yet friendly distance. Nala's movements still entranced him and to his embarrassment he could feel himself starting to grow hard at the sight. Such is the nature of lions, after all.

"Did you see the herd? They're on the move again."

Kovu blinked at the King and was distracted for a moment as Simba chatted with him casually as if Nala was not even there.

"Oh yeah, they.. uh.. move." The young lion blinked a few times, not really paying attention to anything but the beautiful golden-creamy lioness who was busy muzzling Simba. He licked his own muzzle and felt a familiar tightness in his groin. Without thinking he simply reached down between his hindlegs and pulled his sheath back for relief, inadvertently showing off his growing red shaft to the lioness.

Immediately he became self-conscious and stood up again in an attempt to hide his excitement. The young lion was unsure of the proper protocol if any, for joining a King and his.. eager servant, to put it bluntly. In his confusion he even managed to get more embarrassed at his display, this was not even his lioness.

He just ended up pacing behind the tree as he tried to get downwind so Simba at least would not get a whiff of his arousal.

Nala watched with great interest, little avoided her watchful gaze and she was fully aware of what the dark-furred lion was up to. She looked up at Simba first to make sure he still had his eyes closed with enjoyment before she winked over at Kovu and lifted her tail up behind her in the grass, practically begging for him to mount her.

That pretty much settle the issue in his mind and enticed by the slender female's alluring position, Kovu took a step forward and was about to walk closer when Simba suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at him. Kovu froze with one forepaw lifted above the ground.

"Excuse me a moment." The Lion King smiled and put a heavy paw down on the back of Nala's neck. He bared his teeth and then pulled her down while shoving his dick upwards, lodging it deep in the lioness' throat and making her gag around the girth. Without pause he started humping her roughly, his entire rear lifting from the grass to help him thrust deep while both his paws held on to Nala's ears and forced her to deep throat him every time.

The firm contractions of her gagging motions made it easy for Simba to get over the edge and it did not take long before the virile lion felt the first onset of a numb buzz in his groin just a second before his body willingly gave up all that the lioness had been working to lure out. His paw kept her firmly pinned while he creamed hard, not wanting to forgo a single gurgle when his shaft swelled out too wide for her to comfortably take. In thick torrents he gave off his copious semen, practically an unlimited resource at this time of day. Simba finally slumped back against the tree and lay panting and twitching as warm seed poured into the lioness' muzzle from where she quickly sucked it down.

Kovu had stopped in mid-stride and just watched the scene come to an end with Nala busily keeping up with the flow from Simba's balls until he finally seemed sated. For now.

The lioness pulled back off and left the hard shaft jutting in the air and spewing a few drops on the lion's tummy. She padded over in front of Kovu who leaned in to drag his tongue across her muzzle, cleaning away some of the streaks of white that she had missed. That taste brought back memories. Memories of the time when he was still trying to prove his loyalty to the King in order to be accepted into the pride.

Nala licked his muzzle back in return and was about to put her head between Kovu's hindlegs, eager for the taste of two lions, when Simba's voice interrupted the two.

"That's all for now, sweetie. Go clean up."

Kovu and Nala looked at each other, but all she could do was to shrug somewhat apologetically before she turned and made her way back towards Pride Rock and the other lionesses. You do not argue with a King after all.

But it did not matter anymore, Kovu's desires had shifted like the swift evening breeze. He had been very much in the mood to mount Nala up until now, but having gotten a taste of Simba from the female's muzzle stirred older memories in him that would not be denied. Kovu reasoned that Nala would always be ready, especially when he snuck up on her and they pretended no one knew about the two of them, but this was a different, a much rarer opportunity.

Like a taste that takes you back in an instant to a distant memory you thought was all but lost, so too was his mind transformed and surprised at itself for having kept that pleasant experience locked away and forgotten for so long. He was already hooked; and now he craved more.

The lion approached the thoroughly relaxed Simba and sat down next to him so he could lean in and sniff around to inspect the other male. The King finally made a surprised *mrowr?* and opened his eyes once he felt Kovu's large paw rub his sac while his nosepad pressed against the fuzzy sheath. His spent maleness had been on retreat, but the nice touches and warm breath down there made it pause as if to reconsider now.

"She really ate you good." Kovu commented, noting just the few drops of shiny white liquid on the lion's belly; the rest had been swept up by the lioness.

"Yeaaaaaaah..." Simba drew it out, "She's a wonderful little cocksucker. But you should know." He added with a wink and shifted his hindlegs a bit to let the other lion feel his large orbs refill with warm catcum.

"Oh yes, she's always so eager to get lionmilk. I think she's addicted to it." Kovu noted and licked his muzzle, looking down at the sheath of the King which had started to grow larger and pushed his red shaft free again.

"Was there something you wanted?" Simba purred at Kovu's perpetually groping paw, "A load, perhaps?"

That was his cue. His chance to relive a forgotten experience.

"Don't mind if I do." Kovu grinned wide and leaned down to suck Simba off. He took the warm, slick shaft and slid it against his tongue to engulf it fully in his muzzle. With a warm purr he started to move his head up and down over it while offering a little suckle with his cheeks each time.

Simba tensed up and gave a spurt of precum onto the lion's tongue before he relaxed a little again and felt his length expand to full size almost in an instant. He unhooked his paws behind his neck and reached down to run them through the other male's luxurious black mane. The arousal built in him quickly at the sensation of all that fluffy fur brushing up and down against the insides of his hindlegs, and Simba wondered briefly why lionesses did not have manes as well? It would make muzzlejobs a lot more fun.

Speaking of which, Kovu seemed a bit too eager and too fascinated by the whole thing. His mind might have been concentrated, but it was surely not on the task at paw. Lionesses in the pride were a lot better at this sort of thing, they knew where to keep their tongues as well and Simba gritted his teeth occasionally with a sharp inhale of air when he felt a fang against his sensitive flesh.

"Hrrrmm... You need more training. We should do this more often." Simba looked down between his spread hindlegs at the adolescent lion bobbing his head between them, eager to please his King, but still lacking the experience at it.

Or... maybe not?

Kovu winked up at the golden lion and without warning jammed two claws up Simba's tailhole to make him groan in pleasure. The bigger male's eyes went wide and he kicked his hindlegs out behind him in pure elation.

"T-that.. works!" he blinked, out of breath. It did not take long for the King to give in to the wonderful slurps around his stiff cock and the two pawtoes that pushed in underneath his tail to tickle him in a most pleasing way.

Even Kovu was surprised when the long, hard lionmeat in his muzzle started jumping and spewing warm seed over his tongue and onto the back of his mouth. Eagerly he suckled the release down, only making Simba moan and give even more as flashes of white obscured his senses completely. There was something otherworldly about having a male give him this treatment. Or maybe it was just overly arousing because it happened so infrequently.

The large sac brushed against Kovu's chin with each twitch and gave him a muzzleful of hot kittycum each time. Despite the short pause between orgasms, Simba still had plenty to give. With all the lionesses he had to please every day, he was pretty quick at recovering and there was enough for everyone.

Kovu got his fill and eventually pulled his muzzle free, enjoying the sight of the male spurting a few more white streaks onto his own belly before tapering off. The King looked pretty pleased and his head had sunk down more against the tree trunk as he lay purring and basking in the afterglow.

"Mrr, they're right. It's pretty good." Kovu grinned and licked around his muzzle to clear away the few droplets that escaped. "No wonder they all come back for more."

Simba rolled onto his side and while pushing himself up on his somewhat shaky feet, he leaned to the side and brought down Kovu with his weight in a tumbling bodytackle that left Kovu on his back in the savanna grass with the King on top. It was a graceless 'attack', and no more graceful was the lazy fall both lions made. However, Simba wasted no time for the other to complain about what was going on, and he simply pushed his muzzle down against the younger male's in a deep kiss.

Kovu squirmed a little at the first tackle to the ground, but the kiss calmed him quickly and he wrapped his hindlegs around the larger lion's rump, making sure Simba could feel his raging erection push into the King's groinfur. The young lion had not gotten off yet and he had been horny ever since he saw Nala crouched in the grass upon his arrival. Hopefully it would make Simba remember his lover's need.

Simba let his tongue roam inside Kovu's muzzle to taste himself, but also to keep teasing the male. He had known perfectly well about Kovu's stiffness ever since he had caught the scent of it a while ago.

"We need to play a lot more often. We never have any time alone anymore." Simba had pulled his head back a bit and ran a paw affectionately over the other lion's dark headfur. They used to do this all the time when Kovu had first arrived and wanted to be part of the pride. It had started as more public displays of dominance where Simba would randomly take Kovu a few times during the day, or whenever he felt the young lion got a bit too friendly with his lionesses. But riding the young male had quickly started feeling quite enjoyable and eventually the dominating display was just an excuse to get to hump Kovu in the tail.

"You mean it wasn't all just a test of loyalty then?" Kovu was kidding of course, knowing full well what the male's intentions had been even back then.

Simba had stopped doing it publicly so Kovu had sensed that it had become more of a private thing to share between the two of them. Alas, the lionesses were impatient too, and after Kovu had helped defeat the rival pride and assumed the position of Prince in Simba's pride after the war was over, well... they both had other duties to attend to now.

"A-hrrrm.." Simba cleared his throat and assumed his royal dignity once more. "Well, you are of course a.. well-respected and prized member of our pride."

"Mmhmm.. hey Simba, your politics are showing." Kovu nodded his head down between the lion's hindlegs.

Simba chuckled and rose up half-way onto his paws again to look down between the two of them, leaving a strand of cum between his cocktip and Kovu's belly that had emerged sometime during all the snuggling.

Kovu ran his paws through Simba's chestfur, "We could take a trip, just the two of us...?"

"That's not a bad idea." The King thought about it for a few moments, clearly distracted by the combing motions of the claws. "We could do a border patrol. There are a few very solitary places at the edges of the kingdom."

Simba was genuinely interested in inflaming the long lost passions between the two of them, his own tailbase twitching at the very idea of a quick getaway from all the demanding lionesses to a quiet place where he could feel the young lion Prince climb on his back without fear of losing any of his royal esteem in the eyes of his pride.

Back then the idea had not even occurred to him. It was a pure display of dominance and the day Kovu would 'return the favor' was the day Simba had to step down as King of the Pridelands. Yet, as their affair grew more private and more meaningful he had allowed himself the possibility of it. Call it a cat's curiosity.

Several times he had indulged himself in the delight it was to pin Kovu on his back and then use his aroused maleness to hump himself onto. Naturally this only happened after he had taken the young lion a suitable number of times already, because he was always afraid that his guilty pleasure in this act might inspire any sort of superiority in Kovu. That had never happened. Kovu had merely enjoyed it just as much.

In the midst of the King's daydreams, Kovu moved his own hindpaw down and planted it on the other lion's ankle, swiftly sweeping him away while pushing him to the side to send him tumbling down in a rude interruption of his thoughts.

The big lion did not do much to resist and ended up on his back with Kovu quickly getting on top of him to kiss him just as Simba had done with him a few moments ago. Simba had been wondering when the young lion's urges would get the better of him; he had been doing his best to tease Kovu for a while already and now he had finally snapped. Simba grinned with some satisfaction.

"My turn now." Kovu turned around and left Simba where he was, the young lion's tail was high in the air when he brought his groin down over the King's face. Simba knew he had deserved this already so he did not hesitate to let Kovu slip his stiff liondick down into the King's muzzle. Neither did he wait with sucking and pleasing the other male the best he could. Simba had not done this in a while either, he realized, and had perhaps been a bit too harsh in his criticism of Kovu's skills. What with all those well-trained lionesses around, they all made it look so easy.

At this point, Kovu would take anything he got and he for one was quite pleased with the outcome already, groaning and sticking his butt in the air like a cat in heat while their bellies rubbed together in a perfectly feline 69 position. He soon felt large paws clamp around his rump and pull him down again, encouraging Kovu to start thrusting to help himself out.

The paws would serve to keep the thrusting adolescent at bay as well, since Simba was not quite talented enough to deep throat the thick, throbbing kittymeat currently sliding through his muzzle. Despite this, he was surprised at how much Kovu wanted it and just how eager Simba himself was to pleasure his partner. He wanted Kovu to squirm with lust between his paws. The sensation of power saturated his emotions, the way he could make Kovu groan shamelessly just by closing his lips a little more or pressing his tongue a little harder against the lionboy's barbs was just fascinating.

Kovu got what he wanted too. He was on top for once and not only that, the Lion King of the entire Pridelands was helpless on his back beneath him, sucking him off with a vengeance as if he was extracting his last meal from the young male's member.

In addition, it was late in the morning and Simba had only gotten his Morning Duty suck and those of Nala and Kovu so far, so right now he was insatiable. Which probably meant there were a few lionesses out looking for him at that very moment. The younger lion witnessed this insatiability through the way that the King's semi-erect lionhood grew again to full size right in front of his face, even without his assistance; save perhaps that of his warm, panting breath.

Amazed at the older lion's stamina, Kovu felt obligated to seize around the revealed flesh with his forepaw and began to stroke Simba's stiff cock while still concentrating mostly on that suckling muzzle around his own piece.

Having his own trouble at the other end, Simba found himself being impatiently muzzlefucked in a way which led him to believe that Kovu's only purpose was to make the big, strong lion beneath him gag around the pointed cocktip as it shoved down his throat. He even managed to get Simba to choke on it a few times and responded with a *rowl* of satisfaction at the tightness. Since the Lion King's paws could not do much good to prevent this in their current position, they quickly migrated down underneath the brown-furred lion's belly and tried to push upwards to keep him from digging as deep.

Unfortunately, being forcefully held back like this only incited the young male further. From this position it was even easier for Simba to tell just how turned on Kovu was at feeling the bigger lion's mane brush against his lower belly and the insides of his hindlegs. No matter in which direction the young lion moved, he was continually tickled and teased by the long, red fur and he absolutely loved it. How he had gone without this sensation for so long was beyond his imagination. And his imagination was pretty active at this point.

Kovu growled with pure, unbridled desire and bowed down to take Simba's cock in his muzzle, slurping and sucking it hard while his paw kept pumping tirelessly just below his lips as it had done all through the ordeal already. The reaction was immediate and the taste of precum on his tongue predictable, given the current conditions. He needed his lungs replenished, however, and had to pull his head back again, leaving just the paw to its enticing task of coaxing little watery squirts onto itself.

He watched Simba, the horniest lion of them all, completely stiff and throbbing in his paw, and even kicking his legs up in the air while he tried to flex his hindmuscles and hump the pawpads offered. The King's helpless desire awoke the mischievous part of Kovu, the one that was all too pleased at seeing this mighty lion squirm at his mercy.

Kovu looked back behind him and saw a lion clearly capable and very willing to take the full brunt of his release in the muzzle, practically aching for it at this point and just withholding it from him made Kovu feel like a King. That even came with the added bonus of that same lion being desperate for the graces of Kovu's paw, and the young lion had Simba right where he wanted him. The Lion King's involuntary contractions in his loins had started setting in already and Kovu knew he had only a few more moments to revel in his superiority.

"Mmm.. you're gonna make a mess soon, aren't you?" he panted back, quite rhetorically since the other lion's mouth was.. occupied.

Simba got even more aroused at the idea, and it was not as though they had any shortage of lionesses willing to clean them up afterwards. The thought of the expression on the face of a lioness cleaning Kovu when she realized the taste was that of her King was too much for the oversexed male and he started to powerfully erupt in Kovu's paw, shooting thick ropes of liquid lionsex over the young male's face and black mane.

The initial shock made Kovu shut his eyes tight and bow his head down some. Each spurt felt like a release from the tension that had built up through this entire day, each jet of sticky goo that erupted into freedom was like a burden that vanished in the wind, and Kovu felt every single one of them like a cool relief on his hot fur.

But he was not done yet; and to make up for his brief pause to let the the other lion breathe and have the rush of air tickle his wet shaft, Kovu redoubled his efforts and started plunging down as deep as he could, leaving the defenseless, groaning Simba to deep throat him repeatedly.

Kovu gasped with pleasure that exceeded his normal boundaries. Every deliciously tight gagging contraction around his cock just made his pleasure-addled mind soar to new heights, and at the same time that he felt warm leonine seed run down over his forehead, dripping from the top of his mane, he too had to concede to his climax and began to pump his own potent cream into his King's muzzle.

Simba graciously swallowed it all, despite the rough treatment he was getting. He drank down the salty male milk as if it were honey, letting himself be consumed with the desire to pleasure his lover. He even timed it right during all the confusion, downing a fresh supply with each pause Kovu made between the contraction of his spine; and to help the stiff-legged young lion even further, Simba began to lift his head up and down, nursing forcefully while he drained Kovu's balls completely. Certainly, the brushing mane against the lionboy's thighs had an important role to play in that as well.

On the other end, Kovu was grinning his way through the nice cumbath from the seemingly endless supply of the big, virile Lion King. Even though the naughtiness was greatest at getting the sticky jelly caught in his mane, the satisfying sensation of the warm seed trickling down his face won out in the end as his favorite guilty pleasure.

When the flow finally started to ebb away, he leaned down to suckle the King's over-sensitive stiffness again, eliciting a moan from the other end as they both finished each other off till the last drop.

Only reluctantly did dark-furred lion rise to stand up fully on his legs after some difficulty with his knees still feeling weak. He panted and tried to keep up with his lungs that wanted fresh air faster than he could supply it to make up for the physical effort he had just given.

Simba took the opportunity to lift his left paw up and grip lightly around the slowly retracting member above him so he could squeeze the last few drops out and down into his open maw below. Kovu finally took a step to the side and sat down again with a heavy *thump* in the grass so he could rest in the afterglow of the incredible heat he suddenly felt throughout his body. The sun was at its highest by now and the finding of shade and water was crucial.

Simba followed suit by rising, shaking the grass off his back and then sitting down again. He started licking his lips and around his muzzle repeatedly, that pink tongue doing what it could to scrape away all traces of the muzzlemating. His jaw opened up fully so his tongue could reach back to his cheeks and clean there as well, as if he had just eaten a tasty meal. Which was not that far from the truth.

Kovu watched the great Lion King with a grin and mimicked the movements of his tongue, even though he had to give up a lot quicker when he realized that there was not much point to it. His face was completely soaked in the King's white spooge and despite what he had thought of his own supremacy during the act itself, he was now a marked lion. Not that he minded too terribly much.

His eyes roamed over the muscular, shining form of his companion, paying special attention to Simba's thick shaft as it shrunk down slowly and retreated back into his golden-furred sheath.

Simba was the first to break the silence, "Meet me later today... we'll play again" he promised, panting himself at their endeavor and the hot air around him.

A grin cracked the young lion's gentle features, "I'll be sure to save you a load."

The King stepped up to Kovu and gave him an affectionate kiss on the cheek with his tongue, cleaning him up just a little in the process. With a wink and a swish of his tail, he turned and walked back in the direction of Pride Rock, his tail kept purposefully high to show off for the Prince. It was not a wasted effort either. This time Kovu was not just licking his muzzle to clean his lips, and if Simba was anything like himself, the next time would be a lot wilder and a lot more daring. They had stirred emotions in each other that would not be denied now until their fantasies had been fulfilled.

After the golden lion had turned to a golden speck, the Prince spun around and started heading in the opposite direction for the forest. He knew Nala well enough to have arranged a secret meeting place with her, and judging by her temptations earlier she might still be there waiting for him if he hurried.

Someone had to clean him up, after all..