“Can you feel…?”


- Darkness -
An expectant nighttime silence covers the vast African savanna, yet looming within that silky darkness an even blacker presence draws the eye. Jutting through the gloom above the grasslands, a spectacular rocky bulk occults a huge sweep of twinkling stars. Barely discernable atop this particular promontory, a shadowy figure slides through the night. A large male lion padding over its rough surface pauses in the dim starlight. Standing in a meandering, shallow furrow worn into the living stone by the passage of countless generations of the ruling class of lions, he raises one of his massive forepaws. It quivers in the air as he suppresses his panting before he enters the spacious cave used as his den upon Pride Rock. The handsome, heavy-maned lion looks around with his glittering, amber eyes to make sure no one saw him enter. Of course they hadn't, Simba was getting rather good at sneaking in and out under cover of the shadowy, almost fluidic darkness that seeps throughout the Pride Lands on moonless nights like this.




Simba was surprised that he was still so exhausted from his nocturnal activities and from the hike back to Pride Rock. If there was light enough, his sleek, amber fur would appear a bit darker than usual as it was still damp from his desperately needed bath at the waterhole. His strong, tawny body melds into the even more intense darkness of the intimately familiar cave; his nubile lionesses’ heady scents envelope the King of the Pride Lands.




As he pads in deeper, a few warm, clear drops of water shed from the thick mane between his swinging forelegs to land with soundless plashes on the stone floor. He tiptoes around the dozen or so sleeping lionesses and then lays himself down next to his queen, Nala, mother to his only child, Kiara, like nothing ever happened on this eventful night. He waits for his heart to slow and then nuzzles his mate gently. Still sleeping, she smiles and rolls over with her paw slipping around her King’s warm, moist mane and in her endearing way pulls him against her taut, huntresses’ belly. Reassured, Simba kisses her gently and then drifts off into a deep, unusually dreamless sleep.


- Sunup -
Nala got up early to direct the younger lionesses in the day’s tasks and lead those who were old enough on a stalking training session she had scheduled. She kissed the snoring Simba and then joined the cheerily expectant pride members outside. Kiara’s absence wasn’t a concern as lately she was somewhat a night owl and had taken to often sleeping, uh-hum, elsewhere.


- The Message -
It wasn't until midday that Zazu, in a flurry of blue feathers and white underbelly, came zooming into the cave squawking about how something bad had happened and that Simba needed to follow him, now! He swooped out again and beckons to his king to, “Hurry, sire, hurry!”




Simba leaps to his paws with a surprised look on his expressive face! Of course Simba didn't need to follow the panicky Zazu to learn what the “something bad” was that’d happened. He was well aware of what’d happened, but he needed to put on an act and a damn convincing one so that no one would suspect him. The look of surprise that registered on his noble face was not wonderment, but the dread of discovery. He’d expected it would be a lot longer than this before anyone found her!




Bounding up the multi-hued, natural steps of the laterally striated rock platform that dominates the center of the broad cave, Simba’s calming, deep authoritative voice fills the cavern as he turns smoothly addressing his lionesses and the few cubs still inside, “Pridemates! I’m sure all will be fine. As you know, Zazu can be somewhat overdramatic sometimes.” He lowers his voice and speaks from behind his paw, “Some might even call him flighty.” He smiles at his little lame joke. A tiny chuckle reverberates from the lionesses and a few squeals of delight from the cubs.




“Say nothing to your Pride Sisters until I’ve had a chance to assess whatever the situation is with Zazu.”




He runs to the cave entrance, swishes his tail, and then looking over his shoulder adds that, “If any ask, tell ‘em we’ve gone on hyena patrol. We’ll be back soon!”




Simba and his feathery majordomo hurry off to a secluded area within the Pride Lands. A place out of the way of the lioness' traditional hunting grounds yet close enough to Pride Rock that few other animals dare come here. The yammering hornbill flutters along close to the ground not really telling Simba anything useful as if he is fearful of actually blurting out the “bad thing”.


- Lust for the Body -
Eventually he leads Simba into a small cave sheltered within an outcrop of rocks. There in a band of dim sunlight reflected into its rocky entrance is the sight that so panicked Zazu. As Simba’s eyes adapt quickly to the darkness he is able to discern that in the middle of a crusty-edged puddle of blood covering the stone floor and smelling heavily of spattered semen is the object of Zazu’s horror: a body!




The dark blond body of a mature young, lioness!




It was resting sphinx-like on its chest, but unlike the sphinx it had its back hollowed out and sloping upwards to a very female, very exposed, very tight, slim butt thrust up on stiff, wide spread legs. Its long tail curved up gracefully from that fine ass and then bowed down its flank.  Cradled on its blood spattered forelegs with up-turned paws lay the motionless, staring, dull-eyed face of his beautiful, young daughter, Princess Kiara!




There she is just as Simba left her, so compliant, so lovely, so fucking dead with her body locked in mating lordosis! She was always too sexy for her own good, flaunting her sweet tail across the Pride Lands and bragging how she was going to be Queen, but now, oh, he can’t help himself. Simba stares slack-jawed at her stunning tight ass still posed high in her last act, presenting her sweet, taboo ass to daddy! His gaze slides down her cum drizzled body. She still has that odd smile and faintly pleading expression evident on her pale, staring face.




Simba does his best to profess shock and horror. Crocodile tears run through his quivering whiskers while Zazu explains how Kiara was found and why he suspects it was that Kovu boy. The bad issue from the loins of the unlamented Outlander lions, Scar and Zira that Kiara hangs out with all the time. The claw marks across her throat could only have been done by a male lion. The number of ejaculations also point to legendary leonine potency.




Perched on a rocky shelf over-hanging the pitiful scene of Kiara’s obvious snuff-rape, as his King takes in the sight, Zazu clacks his bill softly as he looks down. Even though she is stiffened in death, Kiara’s long body still somehow emanates that supple, sleek power that always marked her graceful movements.




Shuddering in revulsion, his feathers rustle at the sight of the quantity of congealed blood that had been liberated from her slashed neck. He shakes his long beak in negation. It is unbelievable how intense the lust of her killer must have been to have apparently used her so many times before and after she was dead. Then to have masturbated numerous times against her corpse! Such copious globs and strings of damp semen are spattered atop and melding with the drier blood surrounding her. Much more is crusted on the beautiful, slack-muscled body of the murdered young Princess.




Zazu blinks staring with big, unfocused eyes out over Kiara’s body for a minute or two. His gaze is slowly drawn by the golden brown, long tuft glistening in the slowly shifting sunlight at the end of her smoothly arched, slender, tapering tail. The black, beady pupils of Zazu’s white, half-lidded eyes swivel along that arch to follow it down to its thick, beautifully anchored base. His stare slides along caressing every soft cavity and curve of her creamy-furred pudendum. He stares long down at her dry little sphincter tucked into the soft depression just above its slightly loose-lipped, sperm-slathered, short, fuzzy vulva. A droplet of her cold lust honey wells up and then drizzles out from beneath a glob of half-dried cum to trickle its way down her sloping inner thigh occasionally dropping a spider-web-like string of her juice to the floor. Its passage leaves a lightly glistening trail in its wake down her higher creamy, and then lower down tawny smooth hide. A metallic bodied green fly lands buzzing on her ass cheek.




Zazu holds wide-splayed blue feathers up to his cheek. The bird is suddenly shame-faced behind wing and big upturned, yellow-orange hornbill at the unbidden, erotic concept of taking advantage of Kiara’s lovely, long-lusted-after mammalian body by stuffing his swollen avian sex into that very lovely little twat of hers which he had often observed as she strode with such unstudied grace through the grasses while swaying her slim, lean-muscled provoking hips for anyone watching. It was common knowledge that Kiara was a trans-species tease and Zazu knew that she especially enjoyed displaying to him, but never letting him so much as touch her. She had held her supple tail in just that same curve with everything exposed and nothing left to the imagination! His imagination is now running wild as he longs to take the place of that audacious fly and swarm all over that slut’s sweet ass!




Now Zazu can almost feel himself sheathed in that slick, pink-tinged, cold furry cunt of hers with his long, blue wings first stroking firmly at her flanks, and then her hips, so prominent now over her lean, death sunken quarters; and then with his wings fluttering, he could be slapping his long tail to her hocks in time to his frantic, beak-clacking thrusting against her cold, slippery cunt lips as the dark, necro fantasy takes hold of his mind.




He shakes his head, snaps his gaping beak closed and then speaks softly to Simba, but quickly to hide his embarrassment and growing arousal, “I…I’m sorry, sire, but at least now we have a good idea of what happened to all the other missing lionesses.”, and then again he spits out a name often associated with Pride Lands’ mischief “Kovu!” He mutters as an aside, “He should’ve been banned long ago.”




Simba fights to hold back his fake sobs, “I wonder why he didn't hide poor Kiara better then this though?” He swings his gaze from his cold daughter to the back-winging hornbill, “Was he sending us some kind of message?”


- Simba Remembers -
Simba circles the body. His tears slow as he begins to reminisce about how over the years as Kiara matured he took those other lionesses in her place, how they were so trusting, so strong and so very sexy with their spirited tails swishing over their backs while their quivering, hard asses were thrust up in the air; proud huntresses that were even prouder that the King had deigned to mate them! No doubt they dreamed that any cubs that came from their coupling would become royalty.




And then he remembers how they felt sheathing his cock as he came in their tight, doomed cunts! He closes his dark, tear-stained eyes and he can see all the different looks on their pretty faces as their ecstasy faded along with their dreams and how they screamed, sighed, grunted, or moaned as he ripped their throats out! How his dreams became reality with his bucking dick spewing his thick seed deep into their hot, slimy, orgasming, suddenly dying twats! How quickly they became even more compliant to his every kinky desire: the lithe, sexy bodies flopping heavily kicking and twitching at his paws. How very flat a lioness becomes when she rolls over onto her sleek, tawny side sprawled all dead, long, glossy-hided, and so amazingly limp! How deliciously defenseless and supple their corpses were without their owner’s yammering influence. Just the attractiveness of flesh is left, pure untainted sexual beauty lying at his paws!




At least no one will ever find THOSE bodies! Hyenas though repugnant are efficient, complete scavengers of headless corpses, and they do love themselves some lioness flesh in even more ways than Simba. They’d laughingly soil the cold carcasses’ every orifice including the unnatural ones with their foul seed in triumphal rape; sweating over their traditional enemy’s stiff body and then in the throes of their sexual frenzy they’d devour hide, flesh, paws, and bones!




Later, when the time was ripe Simba would arrange to have the faceless and often cum-filled skulls of those digested lionesses taken away under the darkness of the moon to the far edges of the Elephant’s graveyard where scattered among the giant bleached bones they would wait until their decaying stench would attract the jackals, flies and ants. Simba does his best to hold back a sly, black-lipped smile.


- The King’s Secret -
The King sniffs softly looking over at Kiara. Oh, but last night! All those other lionesses were as nothing compared to the thrill of fucking and killing his daughter, the sexy, annoying brat, issue of his and Nala’s lusty mating. Hers was flesh conceived before their marriage. Only now does he really notice that the now dry spurts and spatters of Kiara’s blood that shot out from her neck have decorated the cave’s floors and walls rather well. The dark crimson against the bare stone’s literal earth tones splattered among the actual artistic images in some of the hollows makes it look as if it were painted by an even more than normally crazed Rafiki.




Still pacing slowly around, stepping close enough to her to brush Kiara’s once deadly, but somehow dainty, big loose paws and slide his tail across her hocks while being careful to step over the pooled, congealed cream between her hind legs, Simba pauses at his daughter’s cum coated backside and finds that the patterns formed in her fur as his seed crusted over appeals to him. He moves to her head and stares into his daughter’s relaxed face. It’s odd how from this angle it’s the fear and betrayal that is still apparent in her now milky yellow eyes. Much of her wrinkled, pink tongue is visible protruding from her black, dry lips. Though a bratty cunt, she was always a beautiful little thing, and is now maybe even more so.




“Erm..my lord?” Simba shakes his head and turns to the bird who has fluttered to the floor. “Your...erm...thing is showing” the bird points an unfurling feather up at his King’s large throbbing, dark red cock straining from his furry sheath swaying down between the lion’s legs.




“Ah yes” Simba stifles, his face beneath his fluttering whiskers turning as crimson as his swollen penis “It’s...it’s the smell in here” he blurts out.




“Which smell?” Zazu replies.




“All those smells, Zazu!” Simba waves a limp paw across the scene, “her blood, the, well, I can’t help it, the scent of...mating, it does stuff to males that w-” Before Simba could dig any more of a hole Zazu cuts him off, “I understand, sire; of course you’ve suffered a great loss.” Now that he suspects his King shares in the same racing urges concerning the dead Princess’ up-tilted, so fuckable shapely ass, Zazu blabs on in an attempt divert his own erotic thoughts and prevent his rapidly re-stiffening cloacae from bulging out of his feathers.




“I know, sire, it’s all so…” the hornbill takes a few steps backwards pulling his eyes away from his Highness’ raging, rather impressive erection; then turning aside with his light blue eyelids aflutter, there at his eye level in the dim light that casts soft-edged, flattering shadows across Kiara’s stiffened body he is staring directly into his Princess’ long, cum-glazed ass! Her curvy, smooth, hard-fleshed, high, narrow rump fills his field of view as if she were presenting herself… to him! He stands bug-eyed with his beak hanging open and drooping wings for far too long appreciating her fine, relaxed, beautiful physique. Then with a sharp squawk he trips over his scaly feet. He stumbles; his horny beak-tip plunges into her soft-lipped vulva and his tapering, violet tongue without conscious direction plunges even deeper to taste of the Princess’ juices! His third eyelids slap closed as he reflexively laps into her cool, but wait, there in her depths is a warmer deliciousness! He opens his eyes, gets a macro glimpse of her tight little dry sphincter and then pulls out with his flailing tongue knocking loose flakes of the crusted juices frosting her succulent sex! He panics and back wings away from her, but his long primaries slap-out flat caressing Kiara’s flat-thighed, slim hindquarters in the way he fantasized only a few moments earlier.




Horrified that his King was watching as his sex hardened and his tapering tongue plunged deeply into her surprisingly delicious and salty sex for that brief moment between them, a memory he knows he will forever treasure, Zazu throws himself to the side bumping off one of Kiara’s rigid hind legs. His clacking bill slips across her firm butt cheek as he stumbles sideways. He regains his talons just in time to see that Simba apparently missed his antics. His King is swinging his gaze from the cavern’s entrance back upon Zazu who looks up into Simba’s sorrowful, tearing eyes. Zazu’s feels his shame overcome his arousal at the sight of his King’s grief. How could he have suspected that the Lion King, King Simba himself for Mufasa’s sake, would want to mate his own daughter, especially now that she has been so tragically murdered!




Zazu thanks his Forefathers that Simba didn’t see his shame, and blathers on as if nothing happened, “You are confused and sad and it’s, well, it’s not at all your fault that your body betrays you.”, Zazu says comfortingly and with his guilty eyes all shifty, he pats his King’s shoulder with his warm, rustling so recently Kiara-caressing wing.




“It's fine, Zazu. I’m okay.” Simba has never expended so much effort in his entire life at not laughing as he watched his majordomo staring at –her- butt, and then when he tripped into her! “Was that intentional? Is he that brazen to take the Princess in front of her father? Naw”


Zazu’s desire for his daughter was well known, but that he would still crave her as a corpse was a bit of a surprise. His naked lust was more than evident on his beaky face even before he was awkwardly, or perhaps cleverly beak-plunging her dead cunt. He didn’t even need the additional signs of his crotch feathers bulged out and silver-edged with his mating gel to know that Zazu shared with his King that intense emotion of necrophilia. Simba had to yank his gaze away from the sight of his majordomo with his slender, slick bill stuffed deep into his daughter’s twat! It was actually quite a turn on, and the thought of watching the little bird actually putting it to Kiara was very enticing, but he couldn’t let Zazu know that he was not torn with remorse for his daughter’s passing; he couldn’t let him know that he saw his little episode without more ridiculous yammering going on. Not that he at all blames him, and if Simba were not so culpable he would probably invite him to “Have a go at her, mate!” as the King steps out “for air and a quick drink of water”. He has to keep up the act! Anyway, Zazu’ll have another chance at her once she is cleaned up and laid in state.




Zazu continues his comforting of the King, “You cannot help it and you need to not think anymore of this subject, sire.” Zazu stares down at one of Kiara’s sad, soft, up-curled big forepaws. He glances into her milky, dilated yellow eyes. He can still see a faint ghost of her so lovely smile in the slight curl of her lips, and then he looks back up into his King’s sorrowful face. “I promise you, Simba, that we’ll find her killer.”




Simba sighs trying to retain his composure.




Zazu offers the same thing the King was considering offering Zazu, “Maybe you can get some air while I go back to Pride Rock, sire? Maybe some cool water? The Queen should be back from her hunting class by now.” The bird begins to hop towards the opening of the small cave “I am so very sorry for your loss, sire. Her passing is a grave loss to us all, and especially to me…, oh, I’ll, I’ll tell Nala the horrific news.”




Simba starts to thank his majordomo through teary eyes, and then sobs, “No, wait, spare Nala for now. Bring the Pride Sisters. The hunting incident team here first. Throw in something about it being merciful and quick to them only after you have left Pride Rock. No specifics. I’ll explain, and I’ll, I’ll…prepare Kiara before Nala sees her.”




Simba stares at the mess surrounding and covering his daughter. “Nala can’t see her here. Not like this. She’d go insane!” He considers, “… and we should probably bathe her before then.” Simba lifts his head decidedly and states, “We’ll bathe, dry and groom her before Nala….” He pauses. Zazu nods, clacks his beak as if to say something, and then snaps it closed. Simba watches as he flies out of the cave and banks towards Pride Rock.


- Simba x Kiara -
He turns to his daughter and lowers his maw to her motionless ear. The soft, shimmery hairs inside it waft with his breath as he whispers, “I thought he would never leave.”




He never wanted these feelings towards his daughter; he tried to suppress them and pretend they were not there. From when she was a cub, he wanted to do things to the poor little lioness that were unspeakable. He tried his best to fight these feelings, even going as far as to act them out on adult lionesses of the pride, but it was never enough. It never soothed the very complicated itch he had for her. He waited. Eventually, now that she had become such a pretty, supple young adult, someday he knew…




…it had to be her.




Someday was yesterday. Simba runs his heavy paw down Kiara’s hard, slim, cool, smooth back, one of the few areas of her pelt not cum-crusted or blood-stiffened, remembering how easy it was to get her to this place. She was always looking for adventure, and she did love him as only a daughter can love her father, so even if she was at all suspicious she would still go with him. Trust. It’s a powerful, treacherous thing. By the time she thought something was up, well, it certainly seems to have excited her at the end, or it repulsed her to the point of arousal, but either way it was far too late.


- Simba’s and Kiara’s Night Task -
He relives with renewed excitement the events of last night that lead to the incredible lust he felt in this cave. It seems to almost be burning hotter in his loins now than when he first moved to her, and soon after, took her…




Eager to see what this little task was that he had for her, Kiara followed Simba obediently. She always enjoyed being helpful.




As Kiara continued for at least 10 degrees of star spin to follow her father’s much larger, sleek, muscular body that was moving almost as gracefully as her own lithe frame, she was thinking a lot about the oddities of relationships, a bit about how hungry she was getting, what her cub-mate Kigali was up to, and finally what the little mystery was to which her father was leading her.




She continued to muse; it wasn’t too unusual that she would accompany father into the grasslands, but it was usually in the company of other lionesses and never at the dark of the moon, at least that she could remember. It was also a little odd that father approached her in the low-veldt twilight as she was returning from a visit with her Outlander friends instead of just waiting to see her at Pride Rock since they had to pass near it on the way to wherever they were now heading. Kiara literally shrugged off her concerns with a little double lift of her glossy shoulders and smooth, lean-muscled hips. She smiled again, but this time because she is too old to have such silly cub-like worries. She tossed her head and laughed to herself, “I’m with daddy. How much safer could I be?” She trotted along to catch up with her rapidly striding father; his musky male scent wafted over her. Her eyes widened. Of course King Simba always smelled very masculine, but he had never given off that particular pungent, exciting scent when it was just the two of them together, though it had sure been a long time that they were alone together. It was probably not since she came of age.




Kiara almost fell on her face as she halted in her tracks with a graceless stumble; she suddenly realized that she –is- a young lioness come of age out with the King of the Pride Lands! She smiled shyly with a tinge of embarrassment as she felt that pleasant warmth that she normally experiences when she sees Kovu. It radiated from just below her long tail to thrill her throughout her lithe body. She swished that tail gracefully as she rounded a stream-edge bolder and wriggled her tight, slim butt.




Simba had little to say to say to her on this trip and Kiara seemed happy remaining silent spending some of the time trying to decide something. As she padded along she would occasionally close her eyes inhaling deeply of Simba’s aroma. “He actually does smell better than Kovu, more authoritative, more “alpha’. Interesting…” But now as her body core heated up she found that the pleasant sensations she experienced when she started out are now becoming something less easily ignored. She was traveling closer than normal to her father’s warm, bobbing tail and curvy rump to keep from losing him again in the dark and his musk kept wafting over her long, huntresses’ body enticing her mind into dark, tantalizing fantasies. She considered how –good- having Kovu mating her would feel right about now. Thoughts of Kovu’s heavy, sexy body pressing down on her back turned to thoughts of daddy, interesting, arousal-escalating thoughts of daddy.




Kiara found that she was swinging her rump in increasingly seductive arcs while blinking at her father’s feathery, jiggly tail tuft. Soon her gaze and hips were swiveling in time with his dimly beheld “goods” that were always a source of adolescent fascination for the young lioness and her giggling friends. For the rest of the trek Kiara eyes her father’s tight, flexing ass with a fresh appreciation. Her amber eyes slide down his smooth hips and inner thighs to admire his ample, soft swaying, cinnamon coloured scrotum and below it his often bulging satiny sheath. And her seductive stride? It felt good. Kiara smiled in the dark and sauntered just that little bit more confidently behind her dad.


- The Nest -
A soft glow appeared as they rounded some sharp-crested ridge. It was cast from a low, hidden source from the rocks to their right onto an upright slab of glittering rock to the left. Without a word or a backwards glance, Simba headed straight for the flickering light, swung around a boulder, and stepped into it with a tail flick.




As she padded into the warm, well illuminated little cave, Kiara shivered more than could be accounted for by the slight chill of the night air. She looked around with an “O” of wonder on her black lips. It was rare that she ever saw fire and never so many such attractive, interesting, captive points of it as this! She smiled with glittering eyes as she turned about to drink in the details of the unusually attractive cavern.




Only about five degrees of star-sweep earlier as a favor to Simba the mad mandrill Rafiki used his arcane magic to ignite the eight rune-decorated gazelle-skull oil lamps that turned the dank cave into a cheery little abode. Most of the lamps had their horns stubbed off and were simply resting with their cranial domes cradled by the rock, but some still retained their graceful, fluted twin horns and were even further endowed by the addition of a third horn, maybe even culled from the hornless skulls, by anchoring it in a blob of clay stuck to its browned bone forehead and then strapped in place by fire-shrunken rawhide. In this fashion they were formed into oddly chirpy, unicorn-ish tripods of flaming light. Most were scattered about in little natural rocky shelves; the backs of which were lined with bright reflecting rock, or a few rested in rock-hewn  depressions that were almost as reflective due to the impressionistic Pride Lands animals painted in bright colors on the stony wall behind them. In a little alcove just large enough for a couple of very intimate lions to recline, a small, fresh supply of beautifully carved snacking meats was prepared and set aside on a flat rock tray near the thick padding of zebra and antelope hides that covered its floor. A single lit skull resting on a torus of fired clay placed on the same tray as the tidbits threw wavering light and shadows over the meat, the hides and projected an arch of shimmering brightness onto the glittering stone ceiling.




Kiara’s strong, normally decided jaw dropped in wonderment at the sights and smells of the little comfortable cave. The aroma of the carved meats that mingled with the hot, unnatural scent of burning warthog fat was very enticing to the young lioness whose belly gave a hungry twinge. Beneath those delicious distractions, now that they were in a confined area, she could smell her father’s extreme excitement. Her own fragrance was no doubt as provocative since her curiosity and arousal were growing strong enough to outweigh any caution she might have felt earlier. Of course Simba might just be excited because of all the special preparations he’d made for this outing, this surprise? She lifted an eyebrow and tilted her lovely head in that alluring way of hers as she tried to figure out what this was all about. “Maybe there’s a clue in the savory treat of well-cut, special bits of flesh for me?” She could see it near the piled hides. She knew she was salivating at the sight. Kiara looked closer at what was near the meats. Her other eyebrow rose to meet the first. “Thick sleeping hides?” She considered. She glanced over at her father.


- Kiara’s “Seduction” -
Simba smiled down at her. He enjoyed what he saw. She was an alluring, full-grown adult lioness, supple, powerful, and sleek. Alone, she’d killed animals 4 times her mass. Kiara smiled right back up with that cute, full-toothed, very moving smile of hers.




Although the difference in height between her and daddy was really not too remarkable he always seemed to tower over her. Her eyes grew wider and then her eyebrows rose even higher; she lifted a single, graceful forepaw when Simba growled softly, smiled seductively, and slid his lean oh-so-male body full-length from his daughter’s strong shoulder down her smaller, but oh-so-female, firm, curvaceous side and flank to her tight, rounded ass. She staggered to the side as their slippery, warm, auburn hides flowed against each other. He bumped his cheek and mane across her haunches then slid himself up her other side. Kiara braced herself this time leaning into his comforting weight. He chin-hugged her to him over her glossy, strong neck and they stood together for a few quiet moments. Kiara closed her eyes and sighed softly as her trepidations calmed. Simba looked down the hard hollow of her slim back and his penis grew stiffer.




Kiara was shivering against him, shoulder to shoulder, when suddenly Simba’s tail snaked over her backside and yanked her ass over to him so that their flexing rump cheeks slapped together gently. Her heavy, dusky yellow tail snapped upright quivering over her trembling hindquarters. She looked over and saw something she had never seen in her father’s eyes; yes, they were more intense amber and vibrant chestnut because of the bright points of the lamplight highlighting them, but even deeper below the gloss, within the blackness of his pupils a deep, lusty determination filled those normally apparently loving eyes.




Kiara feigned ignorance, and innocently rolled her eyes towards the hides, and then asks stuttering, “S...s…so why are we …wh…what is this place, daddy?” Then she lowered her pretty head. Only then did she see his hard, jiggling, full-blown startlingly long, shiny, crimson erection so heavy and springy as he was rubbing his mane against her shoulder. His big scrotum seemed to loom even larger than before behind his cock as her glittering eyes were drawn to his crotch. She’d seen it all before, but never in such an intimate setting and never with it stretching his sheath so impressively! There in the lamplight, and with her feelings so tumultuous, and her body so covetous of lion cock, it commended her full attention! As she looked it was indeed swelling just a little more, but in her mind it seemed to grow such that, well, bull giraffe came to her mind! Daddy’s wagging penis glistened in the lamplight. Its conical glans drizzled a continual, thin silvery strand of precum. It had already lain down rather attractive, oddly frosty appearing, tiny webs across Simba’s big hind-paws and the stone beneath them.




Kiara was always fairly well behaved, though as a cub she was bratty and filled with a worrying sense of adventure, but since leaving the “terrible twos” behind and coming of age she was exceptionally well behaved. Apparently, ever since Kovu started fucking her, she was also much calmer. Her rogue spirit was most definitely salved by the sex; lion dick can do wonders, but Kovu taking his daughter was something that burned Simba up with rage! It was not just pure jealousy. It was far more complicated than that. Some of it was his otherwise weak paternal instinct. Most of it was not so much that Kovu was the one that was banging her; it was his own un-fulfilled strong desire to be one of those who got to fuck her! He’d managed to sublimate his taboo emotions into “love” for his talented offspring, well, at least until she was old enough to physically take him.




There was no subtle “love” hiding his frightful desire for Kiara now! His whiskers tickled down her beautiful, tawny hide. He shoved his head under her sleek throat and then walked along dragging his thick mane under her chin. His supple, muscular, extremely dangerous and powerful body passed beneath stroked by Kiara’s wondering face and trembling jaw sliding along his back and hip. Simba then spun about and rubbed his daughter’s withers, back and well-muscled rump with his fragrant, intoxicating cheek and chin musk marking her body as The King’s territory!




As he passed beneath her chin a second time, Kiara stood rigid with her legs braced in a wide stance and claws exposed staring at her father’s muscular hide rippling against her muzzle. His maleness was always a strong prescience, but now with his musk filling her nostrils and young fantasies filling her mind, his strong leonine body caressing her feminine frame pushes her along, and well, she was overwhelmed in many disturbing and pleasurable ways.




Tremulous with excitement, her beautiful face was covered with aroused confusion! Father’d never touched her before in any way that could be considered sexual! He usually treated her more as if she was lion rather than lioness! Simba snuffled the back of her neck, down her shoulder, down her leg and nuzzled her claw-extended big paw. His soft nose poked at her naked claws. His breath warmed the spaces between her toes in a most pleasing way! Kiara smiled shyly again down at the form of her big daddy. Her eyes were filled with fondness, wonderment, and a trace of fear at how fine a job he was doing at seducing her!




She smiled directly into his intense gaze and then dropped her head in total submission. A deep satisfied rumbling growl came from his broad chest as he raised his proud head and then dropped it down quickly. She was relaxing enough that she actually giggled a few times when she was tickled as his wide, exploring nose sniffed and its stiff whiskers dragged against her flank. Then Kiara positively squealed the very moment her father pressed his heavy shoulder against her haunch and licked so warm and startlingly up her loin! Her randy, eager body immediately, reflexively lowered its forehand, hollowed her back and thrust her ass upwards presenting her tight butt and seeping, even tighter vulva in mating lordosis!




She flicked her tail upright spastically and then held it there curving over her back with its cinnamon colored tuft brushing her withers! For the moment she was speechless looking at him over her shoulder with her big, liquid eyes. Simba could see the confused desire she felt for her father, mostly the desire to please, but below that she wanted him; she had the desire to be mated by him; she certainly knew that some prides mated indiscriminately. She looked very surprised, and alluring with the strength of her conflicting emotions. It didn’t really matter to the grinning Simba. Kiara was not going to leave this cave alive.




It was impossible that Simba couldn’t smell Kiara’s growing receptivity! His warm nose slipped up that stiff, curved tail, almost as stiff as his shiny red erection, and then she felt satiny warmth against her haunch. She gasped. Her head snapped on her neck staring straight ahead with flattened ears! Her lovely hindquarters quivered against his shoulder. Suddenly, he dipped his big head under her taut, straight tail! Kiara couldn’t help herself! His soft nose brushed her sex and then her tight, fuzzy little vulva flicked their pink lips and squirted her lust gel straight into her father’s face!




He blinked rapidly and flehmened hugely with her femcum dribbling from his ivory teeth, cheeks and furry chin. He pressed his nose into her side then slid it along her body wiping her juices into her fur until he could rest his heavy chin on her back. Her enticing fragrances mingled with Simba’s familiar masculine scents. They overwhelmed her nostrils as his sweet, slightly meaty breath wafted past her ears. Kiara’s flanks heaved from her short, heavy panting, her breath fluttered against his mane! Daddy’s breath warmed her neck; his big paw caressed her smooth, hardened flank; his puffing exhalation tickled the fine hairs in her hind-facing, shapely ears, “You’ve grown into such a lovely, strong lioness …my sweet, Kiara, my little sexy jerboa.”




“Daddy, I don’t…father…”




Simba’s paw slid from her heaving flank and down her belly. Kiara’s glossy back hairs ruffled high and then even higher as her father’s paw brushed back between her legs to cup up warm and soft against her sensitive, hardened teats. She gasped, lifted her tail straight up and squirted hot! Her legs trembled as he kneaded her tits; his fingers squeezed in trying to milk them!  His other strong arm slid up her side and across her shoulders to smooth down her hackles and then encircled her throat.




Kiara gulped. Simba smiled. He raked his sharp, partially extended claws so gently, but still leaving furrows scratched into the hide across her throat and over her quivering shoulder. She half-closed her lovely, amber eyes and lowered her head almost to the stony floor as her aroused father stood at her side. He ran his chin along her body, then onto her back. His heavy, soft mane brushed past her up-curved tail and then she felt his thick chest hair slide soft and heavy up over her lovely, perfectly rounded perfectly padded hipbones. Kiara’s tail curled tighter out of his way as his forepaws bumped down her flanks and a moment later his smooth belly was there against her croup, pressing firm, strong, heavy, down onto her rump; his moist, crimson, dripping cockhead filled the cave with the scent of his hot precum as it slipped across her firm butt cheek and down to brush against a tight-held hock. Kiara shifted her ass up into his weight and lowered her forehand! He whispered again into her backwards cupped furry, seductive ears, “Can you feel the love tonight, my darling jerboa?”




She was frozen with her trembling rump presented and tail gently swishing. She shuddered full-body in fearful, ecstatic, almost orgasmic anticipation under him, closed her eyes and with a lowered head whispered, “Oh, Mufasa!”, and that’s when Simba suddenly used his larger frame to hold her down; all she could do was struggle under him, but not too much! She smiled to herself; he might stop if she fought too hard!




Simba knew that she was on the verge of giving herself entirely, voluntarily to him; to allow her incestuous father to fondle her strong body, to kiss her, and then fuck her, and then she’d end up confessing her physical and everlasting emotional love for him! He knew it; he smelt it! He wondered how so very intense it must have been for her and for how long she had longed for this very moment! His frightful lusty grin grew toothy. They were more alike than he’d realized. They both hid their lust for the other for so long. He knew that she would do just about anything for him, but Simba didn’t want any sort of tenderness to sway his resolve. He couldn’t let any passion into his heart except rape, the lust for murderous rape!




At his first sudden plunge, she had tried to slide her ass from off his massive penis. Oddly enough what flitted through her confused, aroused mind at that very moment was, “If only Kovu were half this much lion!” With that thought and the scents of a seriously aroused male filling her nostrils, not to mention her ass, she let her instincts and fantasies take over. Kiara flexed her powerful haunches and shoved her hard, desirable rump up into her father’s hard-ridged, squirming belly!




Younger Kiara had both embraced and shied away from such dark fantasies. They tantalized and repulsed the cub, but the one that kept nagged her even into adulthood was that Nala had been killed in a zebra hunt gone wrong, she and Simba had grown even closer in their “grief” and mutual attraction without her mother’s cloying influence over the Lion King, and eventually they would be, well… intimate. She wanted to have him to herself for the longest time, but secretly wanted to feel him inside her only since she came of age, but never in rape! She had envisioned sweet, long, loving repeating mating as he seeded her with fresh life! And then they would have some precious cubs raised by the two of them to rule the Pride Lands after them!




Soon Kiara could barely think with Simba slamming her so forcefully!  Her body shuddered with each bottoming of his long dick in her vagina. Before the sinful arousal that was building in her was strong enough that she would just surrender to him with ecstatic abandon and confess her desire screaming out, “Fuck me, daddy, oh please!”, she started whimpering. Simba grew stiffer. Kiara’s vulva grew moister, tighter.




“Oh, gods, what will it feel like? He’s starting to feel far too good inside me! I’ll die if I orgasm with daddy!”




As her dreamy fantasies dissipated and she began to panic, Kiara’s huntress’ lithe body was a little difficult to control, she did squirm so, but as she cried out and tried to wriggle away as supple and swift as a cheetah from under him, Simba unsheathed his claws fully and with a wide swipe snagged into his daughter’s sweet flesh! He yanked her back scrabbling beneath him as easily if she were a zebra filly trying to escape his attack! She didn’t expect that he might seriously injure her, and the suddenness of him tearing into her flesh shocked her into compliance for the brief time it took for him to pin her down, spread her legs, and then thrust his pre-cum drooling dick under her high, swishing tail!




She’d never felt his overwhelmingly strong, passionate embrace! She’d never felt his huge claws sink into her hide! And of course she’d never felt his eager, enormous long, slick snake sink suddenly hot and flared into her young pussy! Kiara’s pained, ecstatic, piercing yowls wavered for ascendancy against Simba’s lusty, powerful, deep throated roars in the deafening, leonine-lust fueled  cacophony that rang within the cavern and reverberated within their entwined, mating bodies!




Any real fight she’d contemplated earlier fled the moment that his large lionhood entered her tight body! She roared in defiance at first, and then as her father’s smooth, long shaft slid in and out of her repeatedly she began responding by submitting to his maleness! She growled louder in pleasure than in rebellion! Her clit hardened and poked up to be stroked by his hot, slick cock! “Oh, daddy…” Kiara finally moaned ecstatically, yearnfully, frightfully and hollowed her long back! She wriggled her hard, cheek-flexing ass and began rocking back into her father’s belly and thighs timed to meet his mad thrusts! Her creamy furred haunches began to soften so that he’d sank just that little bit deeper into her, but her surrender was cut short as well as what she started to say when Simba grappled at her head, snagged the scalp between her ears, and shoved her soft, black, parting lips into the thin dirt covering the rocky floor!




Her eyelids fluttered over her bright, yellow crying eyes that were slowly rolling back in their sockets! Simba grunted in deep satisfaction at the sight. Suddenly, his heavy cock flared wider, deep inside her on a backstroke levering its sharp, pleasure inducing spines into her slick vagina! He thrusts deeper inside her scraping those wonderful spikes full length down her vaginal walls! She orgasmed intensely yowling, rolling her head and clawing into the rock! Her tail wrapped around his taut leonine ass pulling him tighter to her trembling, hard poised body; her wonderfully tight, furry vulva convulsed around her father’s huge, warmth-spreading, cum-spitting, womb-splitting, life-giving cock!




“Gods, what a lion! He’s so violent, but oh, Mufasa, I need him! I need this! He feels so fucking terrific inside me!” She wriggles her ass wildly against his thighs!




He remembers so well how he could hear her big fangs crack into the rock as he slammed her head down and heaved himself over her suddenly clenched, re-hardened butt.  He latched his larger, deadlier fangs into the back of her neck anchoring her squirming body! The sensations of her fur against his tongue and lips and the taste of her seeping blood heightened his already raging desire!




She stiffened, squirted, and except for her fluttering twat around his shaft, she went motionless and hard beneath him. Maybe she thought that she’d live through this if she just submitted, or she probably had no idea what fate he had in mind for her! Her fitful breaths came as short and hot as Simba’s. He murmured huskily through her fur just behind her now flattened ears, “Can you feel the love tonight? Of course you can!” He shoved even deeper into her wonderful body until he was absolutely balls deep in her cunt! “My ever deeper…” shoved harder, just that little bit deeper, “… love for you tonight, Kiara?”  Her swelling clit flicked at his balls as he slammed even his sheath full depth into her. Her tight vagina milked him constantly, furiously as his cum pulsed into her womb! And then his daughter’s vulva clenched down against his shaft as he suddenly withdrew his spewing cock from her streaming slit.




Another feeling that grew in her labored breast was guilt. Of course it is absurd now that father is taking her so violently, but she still feels as if she may have somehow goaded him on. She tried to hide her dark desires, but maybe she teased him into raping her somehow. Perhaps with a wanton heft of her rump or a playful swish of her young, estrous-fragrant tail as he walked by in the grasslands…”oh, Mufasa, help me! I can’t breath!” Kiara huffed into the dirt with her tail jerking against Simba’s belly! She twisted strongly under his huge paw freeing her muzzle, “Oh, daddy,..ah, oh, mmm, ….I know I’ve been ahhhh, oh my…!” Her forepaws’ claws extended and retracted as she kneaded the rock floor as if suckling at Nala’s teat! Her paw pads slid just that little bit as he slammed dry-humping against her ass!




Simba bit down harder grinning with her wet fur and tasty blood welling up into his mouth. Kiara squealed and then cried out, “I love you, daddy! I’ll I won’t…tell, I won’t, oh, gods, you’re fuckin’ huge!” uhhh…uhhh…huuh…I’ve been bad, …I know… oh-oh-oh, uhhhhhh… daddy!” He sheathed his wavering cock fiercely back into her writhing, clit-flailing cunt! She orgasmed furiously! Simba’s shaft almost slipped out of her on the backstroke as she sprayed her father’s balls and legs with her fragrant, feminine lust! Simba bit harder.




Kiara gasped weakly, then she fought to lift her head, grabbed a breath and trying again to calm him somewhat blurted out,  “Daddy, I’ll never let Kovu make love to me again until we’re joined by Rafi… urk!” she squirmed even more vigorously beneath him as he choked her…tighter, claws deeper! “uhhhhhh…Please, why are you… father…no, oh, Simba…ahhhh…” His cock throbbed just that little bit stiffer just that little bit longer between her clenched ass-cheeks when she said his name. She’d never called him Simba before. Her pleading eyes jiggled and then bulged out blinking slowly and tearing freely. Her ass shuddered against him. Her gurgling pleas stopped as her breath could no longer force its way past the fierce pressure of his paws bearing down on her sleek throat and his jaws worrying their way into the back of her neck! This time Kiara’s asphyxia enhanced release was even more intense such that her cunt was frantically, continually undulating around his dick! She flopped under him like a dying fish! Her cunny became so wet. It squeezed down full length so suddenly that her thick jism escaped her hot body flushing much of his cum out past the tight seal of his cock and her never-so-engorged, never-so-stretched vulva! Kiara’s bluish-pink tongue spread wide out over her drooling, black lips; then it flopped out long and dripping with thick salivation. Her eyes stared, danced, and then grew vacant. Her face lost all expression. Her eyes closed half-way with tears glinting little stars in the lamplight. Slowly, finally, they closed entirely. From full body rigidity she went languidly limp beneath her ecstatic, hip-pumping father, but her tight vagina strained to keep milking the full length of his slick, ejaculating cock as his engorged spines slipped squelching in and out of her rippling, relaxing, dying body!


- Defenseless Kiara is Sexier Kiara! -
Now that Simba had choked her into unconsciousness with such bestial heat, he took Kiara’s hot, limp body by the nape of the neck as if she were a recalcitrant cub and tossed its limp form backwards into a suitable crotch within a row of low, blunt topped stalagmites. She slithered into the narrow, rocky crevice draped tits-up with her hips wedged against the stony cones. Her upside-down, perfectly presented ass swayed with her quaking legs spread wide and frog-like as their paws nodded loosely with one just brushing against Simba’s toothy smile. He flicked her paw with his own and then leapt! Her legs snapped out wide, her supple spine cracked, her tail jerked out straight, and her taut little belly sank as he thrust himself full-length up onto her body! He wriggled hard atop her restrained body with his stiff cock nosing into her teats and silky belly fur! He snagged and then dragged her head up to his eye level, “Pinned ya again!”, he roared into her unresponsive, tongue dangling, closed-eyed face. He dropped her head so that ear-flopping, whisker twitching, and tongue-hanging, it lolled on its rubbery neck as it rattled backwards between her forelegs. It slid lower with them pressed into her furry cheeks as her father sunk his thick, long dick once again into her tight, slick, hot little, fuzzy-lipped cunt!




Her big paws quivered as he took her violently from behind a few more times. And then in a sexual frenzy that just kept getting more intense, he fucked her rolling ass and dangling head! Simba doesn’t know for how long he went at her exactly, or how many times he had to choke her back down with a stick between her teeth and his dick in her throat, or where in the cave and in what positions he raped her compliant, muscular, long sexy body; he was too lost in utter bliss as he forced himself into her with such a fierce intensity that was possible only because it had been simmering for her entire life.




Spent for the moment, Simba let Kiara’s body flop onto its side. It slid butt-first down the short slope where it emitted a short squirt of bubbly cum from her silky furred, pink vulva and a soft wet grunt from her moist, black lips. Then he dragged his slithery daughter by her tail over to the hides. He flipped her onto her back and enjoyed the sight of her legs spreading wide and loose beneath him, but especially the hind ones! As Simba stood on her gently twitchy tail, he gazed down at her smooth, creamy belly fur and the way that it melded into her wide, powerful legs. Her inner thighs reminded him of a zebra mares’. So smooth, tight, muscular and lightly ridged with the arteries and veins that for the moment still flowed with her royal blood. He hummed deeply while nuzzling her dugs. Her legs waggled as his nose rooted across her slick thigh fur. Simba murmured, “It’s such a shame you weren't born a lion! Sexy and strong as you are as a cunt, you would certainly have made a tremendous King!”


- Kiara’s Paws -
Simba lapped at her dark, hardened little teats. Kiara moaned softly and squirmed on her back; her body was so supple, so fucking enticing with her loosely begging forepaws, but she did not awaken from her forced sleep. Straddling his limp daughter, he snatched up one of those paws and slurped it into his big maw. His rough pink tongue licked between the warm toes. Her blunted claws hooked against his drooling lips and tongue as they poked out each in turn to be cleansed as he suckled and nibbled them all. His semi-erect cock stiffened anew brushing his leg and her belly, and drizzling his pre-cum over her tits. He dropped her paw and slid back down her belly. Her legs stretched back, back, and then the left one sprang forward shaking violently for a few moments jiggling both teats and belly. Her other leg flipped up between his haunches into his crotch gently slapping and then caressed his dangling balls and stiff cock until he moved far enough back that her loose paw prodded his sheath. He let his red cock glide between her, warm, fuzzy tan toes and slowly humped them as her tendon stretched leg rubbed his inside leg and furry belly ruff. Her claws reflexively extended and retracted as he paw-fucked Kiara. His balls occasionally swung into the dry, smooth pads and were pleasureably tickled the the stiffer hairs that grew there. He panted heavily drooling onto her chest and forelegs as he tucked his ass under him and shimmied violently against her paw! Kiara hindquarters rocked; her eyes opened half-way and then his squirting cum arched from her spread toes, shot past his chest ruff and then spattered her barely conscious face. Her third eyelids flicked closed as his sperm splattered them and then dripped; her milky eyes closed. She licked his salty sperm from off her nose and then smiled quirkily before drifting back into an unhealthy slumber as her father continued to molest her big, beautiful paws!




Her belly and thighs jiggled as she gagged and coughed. Simba grinned as he prodded his dick at her puckered anus, he watched with a deep, growling contentment when her tight, seeping vulva occasionally winked and flicked droplets of his cum mixed with her lust gel across his quivering, nosing cock and his sheath. She suddenly slimed him with her cream! Her ass cheeks flexed and then relaxed.


- Missionary Mating Leos -
Simba decided to not rape her anus for the moment, but instead mounted her belly to belly. As his shaft slipped into her confused cunt yet again, his forepaws crushed into her throat with just enough force to keep her submissive; he savored the whole time he could manipulate her body with his balls bouncing off her ass and caressed by her spastically jerking tail slapping up against his hard rump, or the way his scrotum nestled so snug into the base of its lax, inert heaviness. He repeatedly raped her alternately limp or thrashing, vibrant or lax body.




Simba’s own sweeping, strong tail was fencing with hers when her weary eyes fluttered open and Kiara looked up at him as if to elicit his pity. Instead of pity the strengthening desire to snuff her rose in his flinty, exultant heart. She again opened her lips as if to ask “Why?”, but he spoke to her softly, and sweetly telling her quivering, flattening ears as he once again choked her way back down, almost into death, “You’re beautiful with your tawny hide against the zebra skins, but my sweet-gum, you’ll look so much better against them when you’ve heaved onto your side limp and dead!”


- Too Short of a Night -
The night wore on with Simba manipulating, fondling, kissing, fucking and just resting with her slowly breathing body draped over or pressed against him until Kiara eventually awoke to an intense, orgasmic full taut-body jerk! She was yowling and squirming on her belly! Somelion’s warm, heavy body was thrusting against her ass - slithering across her ass - fucking her clenching ass! She didn’t know who was fucking her, where she was, or who was murmuring such tender, soothing words and humming of love as he fucked her with such furious intensity, but she was filled with an enormous pleasure centered around a huge penis ejaculating so hard, so long and so copiously in her happily vibrant vagina that it immediately set her to snarling happily. She shook off any of the grogginess that still enveloped her and looked back over her shoulder. She was astounded, embarrassed, and intensely gratified by the sight of her father cradling her sides in his big paws and licking her back, grooming her fur intently with his rough, wide tongue as he had when she was a cub. He had his eyes closed in ecstatic bliss while his supple hips pounded his slick, thick, rigid, yet somehow rubbery dick in her rocking body and drove balls and thighs slapping against her relaxed rump! She’d dreamed of this encounter for almost half of her life, and now, however it happened, she’s being mated by her handsome, virile, loving daddy!  




She’d been choked out so often and for such a long accumulated time by Simba that reality and fantasy melded within her damaged, oxygen deprived brain! She was confused about where she was, how she got here, and how her father had managed to seduce her, but now she was so very happy that he did! The lamplights seemed to swirl around her as her dad’s spine-flared penis slid deep in her eagerly suckling, pliant, tight vagina! Simba certainly felt very good inside her and for the moment that was all that mattered. Her daddy loved her as he proved by making love to her right now!




Kiara roared out in sudden climax! Simba’s eyes snapped open in exultant surprise! She had an amazing ability to recover, but he thought she would be out for longer than this. He grinned hugely at his bedraggled daughter who smiled back up at him, flexed her long, undulating back and ground her tightening, slim little ass right up into her looming father’s frantic fucking! Simba slapped his shimmying hips wetly against her now eager, living ass! He gazed down on his ecstatic daughter to admire the sway of her back, the ripple of her muscles; the sexiness of being on top of her, inside her, mating her…he lifted his big maned head and joined her in roaring out his pleasure! The thrill of a hunt culminated in death tinged that royal roar. With a force that flickered the little oil-feed flames, father’s and daughter’s powerful roars merged as perfectly as their swaying, powerful bodies and reverberated spectacularly in the small cave!


- Kiara Loves Simba -
Simba inhaled deeply of her heavily worked body’s multiple, heady fragrances, shoved his smooth loins hard against her flexing ass. He stroked her shoulders and back. She was almost purring in contentment as he spoke through his flehmen-writhing moist lips, “Oh, Kiara! …my little Kiara…, you’re so good!”




Kiara squealed and wriggled her eagerly presented ass into Simba’s rocking belly! Her arousal mounted and would linger on strongly even as she died, but it was to be momentarily overshadowed with fear and disappointment. She twisted her head out from between her kneading forepaws, shook her body violently with joyous abandon around Simba’s rigid lionhood and cried out, “You’re wonderful, daddy!” She flicked her tail tuft around his hip and slapped it playfully across his taut ass cheeks and then stroked it firmly down his flank; she lifted her head a little higher above her fore legs that were flattened against the rocky floor.




His daughter smiled up at him for the very last time with that winning, toothy, shiny black-lipped smile of hers. Joined to him, mated by him, panting heavily, she turns her glowing, wild eyes and ecstasy-fueled face towards her father. Simba smiled close-lipped and tongue-lolling back at her as she asked, “How much do you love me?” She looked at him with the tip of her soft, pink tongue showing against the shiny, moist flesh of her full, fun lips; they were quivering in happy, eager anticipation of him professing his undying love! Her golden whiskers danced at the sides of her wide, scrunched-up nose.




Simba reached out and pulled up Kiara’s head by a softly twitching ear and then forced it a little higher by pressing up on her firm, creamy-tan, silky-furred chin. Her long, elegant, slim throat was curved around beautifully with its smooth, doe-skin like under-side exposed to his groping paw even as he pressed his iron hard belly tighter to her quivering butt. Simba’s cock thrummed eagerly in her twat! Kiara’s smile became less charming and grew lustier, and far sexier. Her glittering, fun-filled, entrancing eyes had been so carefree, but some of the glitter faded as they transitioned from expressing sentimental love to her physical need for it. Her wet lips slid closed hiding her teeth, but they were still smiling as her clitoris flicked wildly across Simba’s sheath. She moaned softly and half-closed her eyes. Her hard ass was going soft again and welcoming against his thighs.




Simba pet her nose a few times and then slid his paw up between her lust-filled eyes. His big, gentle paw folded over one of her attentive, rounded ears which then sprang back up as high and perky as its mate. His warm paw-pads stroked around the back of her head in a little circle that ended at her soft cheek; a cheek that Kiara quickly pressed into his warm caress. They were both staring into each others’ deep eyes. They leaned into each other and stood motionlessly except for the fluttering of Kiara’s intimate flesh sealing Simba’s thrilling, long sex within her nubile, young body! After a few moments of this tender, erotic tableau, she batted her eyelashes at him and again resumed that cute, submissive, but quietly insistent, questioning expression. He slid that big gentle paw lower down her long, velvety throat.




He humped her fast. She moaned ecstatically, began to hum throatily, tossed her head and flicking ears gleefully above her slowly closing eyes, and then she grunted in surprise when he clutched furiously into her already curiously sore throat! Kiara went a bit limp beneath his paws, her legs trembled and her startled, lovely bright eyes bulged out! Then his iron claws flicked out and dug deep into her smooth neck flesh. A bubbly squeal squeaked softly through her constricted trachea vibrating the hard, long muscles beneath Simba’s cruel, tightening paw. Then he suddenly loosened his grip on her throat, but his claws remained hooked in her glossy hide. As her glittering, fun-filled eyes went wide with pain they swiveled upwards and then her amber, questioning eyes locked with his. He waited until he was certain she was lucid. Her lips opened as she started to speak. He could feel the surge of her blood through her warm, strong neck, and the living, vibrant throb of her cunt through his eager, swelling glans!




Her question about how much he loved her rolled about in his mind. It was the last sound of her whiny voice that he ever wanted to hear. Once again on the verge of unloading his dick deep into her tightening, deliciously hot quim, Simba spoke harshly between his grunting thrusts, “I love your body…” his flat, inner-thighs slapped out loud against her rounded ass and slid down it as far as his vulva stretching cock would allow, “…but, Kiara,” his big male paws shifted across her shoulder and cupped harder into her very female neck…”I hate you.” She gasped and he groaned with the violence of his release! As he shoved his shivering, pulsing, sperm-spitting cock deeper into her suddenly squirting, frantically clit flicking cunt, with an almost indifferent gesture Simba drew his heavy paw across her neck slashing deep into his daughter’s gulping throat!




- Kiara, heiress-apparent of the Pride Lands, finally Snuffed by Daddy. -
Crimson, glinting, liquid-fireworks shot across the cave as Simba unleashed his seed in the most intense ejaculation of his entire life with his swollen cock buried deep into his daughters jerking body! He kept pumping her ass as her life’s blood pumped into the air and splashed the cavern walls! One of the oil lamps was blotted and then extinguished by her blood jetting from her torn throat!




The pulses of his throbbing cock unloading in the darkness of his dying daughter’s juicy cunt seemed to synchronize with her strongly beating heart’s futile efforts to keep her alive. Even as Kiara’s paw pressed against the several deep wounds and then slapped into them in a different position fruitlessly attempting to stem the flow, her well-toned twat tightened almost painfully upon Simba in a full cock-length convulsion that seemed intent on squeezing out every drop of his thick cum left in it! His slippery ballsack bumped softly into her silky butt crevice as Kiara’s questing paw went limp. It slipped over Simba’s deeply ridged, grasping forearm and flopped heavily to the blood-slickened rock floor.




With his claws anchored deep in her chest and shoulder, Simba pulled the squirming Kiara into his rippling belly and hard, slippery inner thighs! Her head wobbled as it swayed, a sideways pendulum that looked much like a tawny, fleshy rain-bird with her blood stutter-spraying out of the front and side of her rubbery neck. It nodded lower and lowers as more and more of her father’s thick, hot sperm pulsed into her quivering, doomed rump.




The weakening, sweeping streams of Kiara’s blood plashed and pooled on the rock around her! Simba’s dick and now his sheath were enveloped with her frantically fluttering flesh; his throbbing, ironwood-stiff penis snaked ever deeper between her shuddering ass-cheeks while spitting out his viscous cum to fill her trembling pussy and swell its slick tube wide so that his daughter’s cunt-lips bulged on the verge of bursting! His dick pumped; her fuzzy, slimy, dick-stretched twat clenched hard, but then suddenly erupted with the pressure of Simba’s load and the impulse of her own hot, thin femcum! Her vag went loose and then clenched down painfully, wonderfully as their leonine juices squirted out slathering her asshole, butt-cheeks and his slippery, rolling balls with his musky, creamy cum and her sloppy, penultimate, clit-wriggling orgasm!




Thick puddles of their combined, frothy jizz had formed under the fucking lions. Kiara’s hind-paws scrabbled kneading at the gooey splooge slithering between her clacking claws while her weakened forehand slumped to the ground. At the same moment her ass lifted even higher into Simba as if trying to keep her daddy’s slick penis from pulling out of her tight, undulating vulva. Nevertheless he wriggled his rump to break the suction of her frantic, climaxing snatch that kept mouthing at his flared, enormous cock! He had never been so zebra-hard and thick. His dickhead sprang out slapping up along her curvy tail amidst the conical spray of silvery slime jetting from her silky, snapping labia! Kiara’s  femcum squirted out against his hocks, and dripping balls and sheath again and again!




Simba was still ejaculating, still throbbing, and still flinging out hot, thick strings of his gooey incestual lust! His cum stream splattered into her fur fanning out with the force of an elephant’s cock unleashing! With his big paws hooked into the flesh of her trembling shoulder and the glossy hide of her rubbery neck; he rubbed his balls against her smooth hide and the base of her quivering tail. His spiny, tapered crimson shaft jiggled shiny and wet against Kiara’s flexing, lovely, struggling hide and sprayed out over his dying daughter’s sphincter-clenched, vulva-snapping, and tail-thrashing trembling ass.




He had wanted to do this since she was a cub and now he had claimed her. He squeezed his shaft with a big paw to make sure there was nothing left. Every drop drizzled onto her lovely, squirming back, her hard ass, or jutted, angular legs. He sniffed at her butt, rubbed his whiskery cheeks on each firm mound of her literally dying ass spreading his musk and cum even deeper into her fur. Her young body was so wet, so fucking slathered with his saliva and now oozing with his seed that the sight of it made his cock jiggle uncontrollably with the thrill of it all. He kissed her butt just as she flopped down onto her belly rather messily. The front half of Kiara’s squirming, still so very alluring body was soaked, shiny, and rippling in the widening puddle of her own blood.




She was strong, stronger than the other lionesses he had snuffed. She held out far longer than Simba accounted for. Her pretty head flopped out on her cutely bent-under paws. The paws Simba aided in becoming fear inducing weapons of death are now going forevermore harmless and limp. Simba walked around Kiara’s long, heaving body while his stiffy drooled and trembled. He plopped his rump down in a clean patch of rock to watch as she clawed at the rough floor. Her ass remained presented to an invisible mate; it flexed and swayed as she looked over at Simba. She managed to lift her head just a little as if to ask “Why?”, but of course no words came out of her writhing, black lips, only gags and splutters as more blood flowed from her neck. Her head fell back down onto her squashed out cheeks with a damp splat. Her ears flopped low.




Kiara’s flattened ears slowly grew as erect as her sire's crimson cock that shone so very shiny in the lamplight. She could see that it was her juices that filmed its enormous shaft. She looked at it there bobbing and swaying between his strong legs. Even now she had to admit that her father’s penis was very impressive for a lion; long, thick, slick and still drooling from its swollen tip with undiminished, un-satiated lust for her! For her shapely, dying body! It somehow added to the intense warmth Kiara was feeling beneath her tail right where her father’s last intimate touch brushed her rump as his hard, spitting penis withdrew from her pussy’s grasping lips.




Kiara knew that her “loving” father had killed her; it was obvious and she could feel it. She would be dead very soon, but somehow she was still yearning for Simba’s loving embrace. “How could he hate me?” she thought and sobbed softly. Then her eyes were again drawn from his annoying grin to his erection that she stared at through her tear-fogged eyes, “Well, he’s certainly excited by my death.” She shifted her diming gaze to his triumphant, guiltless, expressive face. Her final coherent thought that sifted through the multitude of regrets, wishes, and desires that occupied her blood deprived brain, and oddly enough would induce her very last smile and cause her thick clit to throb and flick eagerly from within her vulva as it squirted for the very last time, was, and for her it was an absolute certainty, “My daddy will fuck me when I’m dead.”




She was tired of struggling for life, but she still kept her hind legs braced wide holding her ass high in the air while Simba’s silvery cum played over the lips of her fluttery cunt. Her strong, flexible vulva was alternately letting their combined lions’ fluids dribble out of its fuzzy lips or slurping it back in.




Every few seconds she'd gasp and close her amber, dulling eyes. Each time that it happened, Simba thought it was her last breath; he was wrong. As her blood made a startling puddle around her body, her eyes grew steadily wearier and less terrified; the corners of her grayish lips drooped, but then her eyes closed for a longer time. Her fading mind imagined her powerful, full-maned father humping her leggy body; her rolling, slippery ass-rippling dead body kept sliding over the rocky floor and Simba had to keep making little mincing steps to keep himself sheathed inside her loose vulva until he figured out that he can keep her rebellious corpse in place if he stood on her long, curvy tail. Then he does her hard with one hind paw on her squirmy, jerking tail and his forepaws clutching at her back and teats. A tiny, wry smile formed at the corner of her lips as a few saliva bubbles popped from beneath the tip of her partially exposed tongue. She opened her glinting, amber eyes and looked up at him until the very last throb of her valiant, emptying heart.




Kiara stared at him with her closed mouth resting on her twitching forepaws until her mildly accusing eyes glassed over; she spit a few more times; her pink tongue plopped out long with the last salivary purge to curl slowly downwards from her smiling grayish lips. Only a tiny trickle of blood still flowed from her neck, and that soon stopped. Her ears folded back flat against her neck. A single, hard jerk rippled throughout her body and left her muscular rump, soft belly, and teats jiggling, and then Simba’s beautiful daughter, so filled with the promises of a bright future from Queenhood through the potential of a lengthy, privileged life with loving cubs, died.




She died with her long, tawny body balanced upright though slumped onto belly and paws with her dad's hate-fueled cum drooling from her lax, desirable, uplifted ass. Her sweet rump swayed a few more times. Her heavy, panicked tail had long ago stopped thrashing, but with a last heave it flipped up over her haunches and fell forward swaying loosely in a graceful curve to finally come to rest over her fresh corpse with its silky tuft just brushing her prominent shoulders and leaving her relaxed rump furrow fully exposed. Her tight, glistening sex quivered; her yellow, glazing eyes remained open and locked with her father’s triumphant, ecstatic gaze. Her golden, soft ears slowly elevated from off her neck, but they would never again regain their normal perky stance.




Simba mega-roared in excitement knowing as he did so that his royal VOICE would act as the Lion Guard to clear the path of Kiara’s soul to the afterlife from those that would impede it! Even after the way he has murdered his daughter, he was oddly pleased to find that he did not hate her so much that he would deny Kiara her rightful place with her ancestors.


- Dead Kiara is even Sexier Kiara: Incestial Necro Lust -
Kiara; she was very satisfyingly dead. Her lithe, amazing body is reluctantly settling into death, for the most part she rested relaxed and motionless save for a few twitches and muscular jerks; she died posed in total supplication to her King. Simba smiles down on his “little jerboa” who is still reflexively posed, locked hard in full mating lordosis, low in the front with her slim furry ass held sexy and high! Her head and its long, dangling tongue lie cradled between her bloody extended forelegs. Their smooth paws have rotated inwards and upwards presenting their grey pads towards Simba. He noticed that their rock-blunted claw-tips are just barely extended from those fuzzy toes that he so recently suckled, now blood clotted.




Kiara’s well used, taut-lipped, furry ridged vulva was slowly drawing back in on itself; it seemed as if it was getting ready to receive and to pleasure another handsome penis. It would also be able to accommodate more parcels of cum as it was squeezing out some of his runny cum and her thinner, faster drooling femcum. Simba moved to her ass, snagged a hind leg roughly by the hock flipping her sorry dead ass over onto its hip! The rest of her body spiraled after it to flop with a wet, long-fleshy slap. Her head rebounded with a hollow, eye-jiggling thud and her vulva squirted with the impact and then continued drizzling syrupy, creamy fluid the whole way as Simba pulled his daughter’s butt-jiggling, legs-swaying corpse straight back out of the zebra-hoof shaped pool of her own blood.




Kiara undulated loosely and rocked limply as he tugged her through a turn. Little ripples and hollows formed throughout her tawny body. Kiara’s long tongue, head, forepaws, a leg, and her sweet, recurved tail trailed along as he dragged her along beside him with the same carelessness attitude that he would have used while retrieving any other freshly downed prey. She slips effortlessly up onto the hides he had arraigned for their gentler initial interlude if his lust had not turned his planned seduction-snuff into rape. Wonderful, satisfying fatal rape!




Of course Kiara was going to get snuffed no matter what. Seducing his unlamented daughter into a long bout of gentle, “loving” sex and then with his cock slipping in her ass while kissing her soft lips he would suddenly be snapping her neck with his mouth sucking out her very last breath had, had a huge appeal in his plans, but now he wouldn’t change a thing! They way her emotions and thoughts evolved in her admittedly clever, loving mind as he took her this night were most gratifying. He savored her reactions to their interactions as she went from anticipative, dutiful daughter: to a fearful, mostly uncertain cub: and then to his submissive, randy, eager, young-adult slut: and then…fucking her like that as she almost begged, yearning so hard for his proclamation of his love for her; instead she got his fanatical lust pumped into her as slit her throat! Pumping into her aroused, yet fearful hard body filled him with such a fierce sexual joy, an intense validation of his male power, and he admits to himself, sensations of godhood! And then with his swinging, hard shiny dick displayed for her dying appreciation and close enough for her to smell herself on it; she could desire his love all she wanted as she slipped into the next life knowing only his hate!




With a fair amount of effort and a few curse words directed at her rebellious corpse, he managed to twist her supple, loose, floppy body onto her back and propped it up against rock and furs to keep it there. She lay with her hind legs bounced open to spread wide and her bloody forelegs folded onto her chest. Simba sat down with his own forelegs just inside the “V” formed by her hind legs and contemplated his daughter’s hot, but slowly cooling corpse. The gentle curves of her smooth, cum dampened, deflated vein-embossed inner thighs fascinated him. Her under-fur is a creamy, silky blanket of gazelle-belly like hide. It melds so beautifully with the slight, elongated mound of her virgin udders and their cute, tight little dark, oval dugs, and then it dips down in a soft valley; then it spreads wide to cover her rump and dive into her vulvar furrow. How can such loveliness, firm and fuckable, have formed when his slimy seed squirted into Nala’s drooling, soggy cunt?




Kiara’s head had sagged wide-eyed backwards over the edge of a rocky ledge. Her few remaining tears drained from her slack, smooth cheeks and off her dark eyebrows. Her dulling eyes slowly slid their thin, creamy third eyelids over their hugely dilated pupils. Her pink, shiny tongue flopped out to curl actually rather cutely from off the end of her broad nose.




“Gods, my little jerboa, you’re still as tight as one!”  Lions are famous for fecundity.  With her warm body as inspiration Simba outstripped their legendary abilities!


  
Simba stepped onto the princess’ wet, crimson, blood-glossed belly. She grunted bubbly and farted gently; the firelight from the nearby lamps reflected streaks of fire across the smooth fur of the dead lioness as Simba smiled. His penis had withdrawn into his damp sheath, but it slips out again dangly and long as Kiara’s belly spread out beneath his relatively enormous paw. He slid his furry toes between her hind legs and then slithered them and his warm pads around her teats and kneaded at her flesh; the slick blood sparkled with jerky fireflies of light as he pressed his toes around her never lactating udders. He twisted around and then squatted down plopping his big, hard ass onto her lax, slack-jawed face. His loose ball sack slipped into her mouth and tumbled over her fangs to be cradled by the underside of her slick, soft tongue. He pressed his butt cheeks down harder on her furry cheeks and could feel the points of her fearsome dentition pressing into his dangling, soft cock and sensitive scrotum. Her soft nose slipped up his butt-crack to conform literally cool and breathlessly to his tight sphincter. Her stiff, thick golden whiskers tickled his inner thighs and his rounded, tawny ass. Simba’s thick crimson cock stiffened very quickly as he lapped at her blood covered belly and sucked at those virgin tits…




- A Craving for Female Flesh -
As he licked and suckled at her wounded neck, he prodded at it with a paw’s breadth of canine fang until he had worried out a tiny string of muscle from just under her silky hide. He really wasn’t a cannibal; besides, lions aren’t very tasty, but he did crave keeping something from her within him, maybe eating just a tiny bit of his daughter would satiate the craving. His cock dropped from his bulging sheath and swung brushing her smooth belly as he fang fucked her throat. He hummed in contentment as another odd fantasy of his came true. He slurped the morsel in and chewed it to savor the odd, gamy taste of his little lioness! His cock jerked upright into a full-blown erection as Kiara’s flesh slid down his gullet. He opened his jaws for a really big bite, but then smiled hugely at a fresh thought. He reached over her body to snag a few of the pieces of carved meat from the plate. He trotted away while his heavy erection bounced and wavered from his sheath the whole way. The succulent flesh wagged from his toothy, drooling maw when he halted at the spot where she bled to death. The slabs of meat fell from his maw, flipped once, and slapped out flat into the puddle of blood. Simba slid it around then turned it over to better marinate in her life’s essence. He leaned down and delicately retrieved the meats with his grasping lips then returned to Kiara where he gently draped the various species of animal flesh across the wounds on her slim, exposed neck…




As Simba sunk his cock between Kiara’s wide-spread legs and laid himself belly to belly and chest to chest atop her; he closed his eyes and snarled before violently humping her and ripping one of the bloody cuts of meat from her neck! He savaged the flesh of a zebra as he ravaged her corpse. Her tangy blood trickled down his throat while his flaring cock extended deeper down into her inert vagina to fire another satisfying load against her lax cervix!  




He finished his meal with his softening dick slowly retracting from her wide-gapped cunt. His raspy tongue wrinkled her hide as he ended up obsessively cleaning her up rather well by licking over her whole body until only his saliva, patches of his cum, and pinkish smears were left across her creamy chest and tawny fore legs.


- Face-Fucking the new Disney Ice Princess -
Simba spent a long time with her body. After taking a quick snooze cuddling with his daughter in the hides, Simba kicked off the stripy, lushly-furred okapi that covered them. He rolled over, and after a big, toothy yawn he heaved himself upright, shook, and then strode over to her back-hanging head. Her glazed eyes that had been staring out into the wavering, soft illumination of the few oil-fed lamps that were still flickering in the cave are suddenly covered by the underside of his wet, satiny ball-sack with his thick cock angled upside her cool nose. The same testicles that are nestled within the warm, mounded hide are those that formed the sperm that was squeezed out into Nala’s quim to create Kiara whose carcass he was now molesting! Daddy’s cockhead prodded its lust-filmed flesh into the corners of her mouth. Her whiskers rippled across one side of her face as his dick slipped between her teeth and cheek. He short stroked her gums for a few moments ant then slipped past the jagged, ivory curtain of her fearsome teeth to sink balls-deep into her pink, saliva-glazed, receptive, softly squelching throat. His scrotum plugging her big nostrils and his silky thighs squeezing in on her face would be suffocating her by now if she were alive. He pressed into her. He moved smoothly fucking his only daughter’s relaxed, furry face. His slimy dick fills her dead throat with his living, snaky meat and spurs it deep with its swelling spines just beneath the seeping wound in her neck.




He wriggled his bulging, muscular hips and pulled his hot, long ejaculating penis from her cool, unresisting throat. His crimson shaft pressed against the ivory pillars of her gaping, sharp, once deadly teeth, and then his glans bounced off her dry, soft lips. Bent over her head with his swaying scrotum brushing her broad nose, his shiny, bucking cock spit out to cover her unconcerned, staring face with strings and globs of his fresh cum!  His sperm flowed down her milky eyes, lids, and brows. It festooned her whiskers with silvery strands, and spattered her dull gray lips. Some of it flowed down the purplish ramp of her flannelly pink tongue and pooled in the back of her slick throat to ooze slowly between the dimly glinting whiteness of her wickedly edged carnassial teeth.




Simba gazed down on Kiara’s cream-pied face and smiled. He growled his pleasure as he stroked her and then moved to cover her dead, stiffening ass for the, the… he doesn’t even know how many times. His crinkling nose nuzzled her flank. He sniffed at her carcass and inhaled deeply of her cooling smells, and then with his lust for her body always ready to go from smoldering to aflame, his freshly tongue-cleansed cock dropped from his sheath. At first it was limp, shiny and snaky, but it quickly pumped out long and virile enough to sink into her sweet, relaxed, cool, and gel-slimed-slick cunt once again!




And once again Simba stood over her; straddling his daughter, and then he just folded his legs to flop down with a long meaty slap onto Kiara! His firm, rounded belly all slippery with his saliva and the pinkish tinges of her lapped up blood slammed into her and then slid back and forth almost effortlessly against her firm chest, and her sunken, and somewhat cold belly. Very slowly her angular hind legs reluctantly spread wider to cradle his big, lean body and her forelegs bent further over her hanging cum drizzled head. He nuzzled her furry chest and licked up her rigid, splayed, jiggling forelegs as he banged her corpse for another long bout. Yet again his cream overfilled her sloppy, upside down, cold cunt and pulsed out beneath its motionless, erect, even colder clit to spread over the sides of his thrusting shaft, dribble down its crimson flanks, and then flow in viscous blobs alongside her loose labia and then ooze across her bulging sphincter to eventually pool in the soft depression at the base of her tail.




Her body has noticeably hardened and would probably be stiff as hell by now, but his constant manipulation and humping of it has kept it somewhat flexible. Interestingly enough to his necro-bent mind, each time during the night as he fucked her corpse he could feel that when his cock dipped deep, and then even deeper into her that she was just that little bit colder than the last time he’d done her.




There were times during the night when even the mighty Simba’s cock was limp. He stared at her beautiful body and pondered, “Why don't I feel guilty?”  Once Rafika and he had decided that she must die, he had a calm determination to go on. His personal lust for his lively daughter really didn't come into it as such. She had to die to preserve the patriarchy. He remembers that he didn’t always have lusty desires for her. He loved her as a young cub, but as she matured he lusted for her body more than her personality; he no longer loved her for herself.




Finally, he heaved himself off her and reared up dragging his softening dick out of her with a suctioning slurp. Her legs all slowly folded inwards, softly curled or angled as his spent cock slid long, floppy and dripping from out of her young, tawny, cream-bellied body. He spun away on his muscular, rippling haunches without a backwards glance.


- All Good (?) Things must Cum to (in) an End -
Kiara’s lonely corpse slumped tits-up with her ass sprawled over her snaky tail while Simba looked out of the cave and studied the starlit sky for a few long moments. The night had flowed by far too quickly for him, but Kiara is far beyond the cares of star-spin! It was already too close to sunrise and he still needed to wash himself of the blood and cum! No time to dispose of Kiara properly, but there was something he still wanted to do. Simba dove back into the cave and latched his teeth onto her limp tail and dragged his cum leaking, stiffened daughter off the hides back to where he killed her. She slid along on her back for a short time with her eye-joggling head bumping along and her big paws waving grim-darkly comic in the air as if she were a dead zebra in the classic legs in the air posture. She flopped suddenly over onto her side with a soft whooshing sigh fluttering from her gaping maw. Her reluctantly flattening legs were sticking out at odd angles as Simba rolls her long body onto its belly and shoved her by the ass into position with her face down, butt in the air! He nudges her stunning carcass here and there with a big paw until he’s happy with how she’s posed.




He had decided to come back for the body later and maybe take her a few more times before the flies’ eggs begin to hatch in her slick holes, or maybe even after! It’s such a shame that he can’t keep her just like she was last night, warm, limp, sexy. “Oh, well.” He patted her cool rump a few times, moved away and looked back for a moment. He blew out the few still burning lamps, and then just rushed out of the cave.




Simba paused long enough at the entrance to mark the area with his pungent urine in an attempt to ward off scavengers. He’d really like to have her intact when he comes back here. It took him a bit longer than usual to spray an effective pattern as his raging erection refused to soften making it a little more difficult than usual to get a really good marking. He was sorely tempted to go back and use her rough tongue and soft maw to calm him again, but he really has to get back before he is missed. He finished his territorial claims and ran off in the direction of the waterhole with his waggling stiffy bumping between his thighs!


- Back to the Present –
Simba was brought back to the present by his shiny member brushing painfully erect against his legs. He knew that it would take Zazu awhile to inform Nala, no doubt telling her far too much, and then for her and the Pride Sisters to boo-hoo and snuggle each other in sympathy, and then finally get the mooing others to actually start moving and then head back here. He’ll have plenty of time, and well, he really needed to get rid of this erection.




Just like he left her…so dead, so sexy! He moves towards the motionless, shapely, uplifted, stiffly posed rear of his long dead daughter. He lowers the Royal Head and snuffles under the base of the Princess’ slightly resistant tail. He lips the heavily hanging appendage then pulls back to drag it sideways through his drooling maw licking along its pale-furred underside until he is holding its darker tuft hanging from the side of his mouth. He was looking rather grim-darkly cute sitting there with her tail in his mouth while between his hard, wide thighs his erection is straining; its silvery glans throbbing in her direction is eager to be boning up her cunt once again.




With her tail still sagging in a low curve from his maw to her butt, Simba admires the mess he had made in her soft, short amber fur on her croup and haunches; the swirling patterns made by his paw as he stroked her dead rump are now dry and matted, stiffened with her dying femcum and his royal seed. Her slightly pouting little fuzzy vulva is glazed with his nocturnal lust and lightly slimed with her seeping lubricating gel.




Simba bites down on her tail, lifts it high to expose her, and then positions himself to mount his daughter again; he chuckles to himself as he considers that this time it is with much less fuss from her than last night. His belly brushes her pointy hips; his thick cock swells just inches from her messy pussy lips. He strokes her sunken flanks thinking for a few seconds and then moves his cock up so that it rests its pointy, wet glans centered up on the radial striations of her soft, cool anus; it is much tighter now than her overly-pummeled vulva. Using only his pre-cum he pushes himself easily inside the body of the inert lioness. “Oh, Kiara, you’re cold now, so dead and delightfully, cock stiffening cold!” His dick does just that, stiffening and lengthening inside her ass! His tongue lolls from out of his toothy wide-smiling mouth as he defiles yet another of his Princess’ holes. His thick drool spatters and patters across her stiff back and hard, inflexible butt!




If he was brutal when he fucked her body before he killed her, he is even more brutal now! The Lion King takes no care with his Princess who is sprawled stiffly beneath him as he violently necro-fucks her tight, softly-scratchy, wonderfully puckered asshole! Her entire young corpse quivers throughout its rubbery flesh; her hide ripples in the soft sunlight reflected into the cave. Kiara twists, rocks, and jiggles across the stony floor at every thrust of his barb-flared cock; his heavy thighs once again smack the lioness’ narrow butt-cheeks with a force that elicits sharp pops from all along her undulating spine! He spits out her tail which double-dips over her body and then sags jiggling over her back. With each frantic thrust his big, fuzzy ball-sack flops against her frigid, cum-dribbling cunt with a soft wet slap.




Simba holds his hard jerking tail curved up his back and keeps smacking its tip across his ecstatically flattened ears while Kiara’s thinner, obstinate tail keeps getting propelled violently by her father’s taut humping belly and rumbling chest; it whip-snaps its tuft into the back of her head between her half-raised sad, rounded ears.




The force of his lingering, hate-fueled sexual pounding kept jiggling Kiara’s impassive, face and wagging her tawny ears. Her wide, golden-furred, shuddering chin rested on her increasingly splaying forelegs until her head sagged over twisting and joggling off one of them to thump suddenly into the rocky floor. His daughter stares out in death with her unconcerned and unfeeling, dry, milky eyes as her body is once again violently fucked by her killer!




He didn't last very long this time; he couldn’t possibly keep up such a lusty ferocity and hard desire, and after only a few dozen strokes he felt that he is ready to burst. He shoves his cock in as far as he can; growling, grinning, and gazing at the back of her swaying head he perceives the dull orb of one of her eyes while pressing his dick home as hard as he can to her delightfully, cold-hardened ass. Grinding his thighs tightly into her smooth rump, hard hips, and angular hocks to make sure no Kingly semen leaks out of her freshly violated anus; his seemingly endless ejaculation pumps down through his hot, vibrating crimson flesh centered in the cold, chestnut donut of her tight, dead asshole. Her lifeless sphincter is stretched wide to accommodate his trembling girth! His long, tapered dick spurs her slick rectum with its flared spines as it forces its way even deeper between her meaty, cold ass-cheeks. His creamy, hot seed pulses in filling the voids between the slithery remains of the last gazelle Kiara ate! His growling pleasure and manic laughter echo about the small cave. He can’t help himself and begins singing that corny old song, “The Circle of Life…”




As he pummeled her ass, her head bent back on its glossy neck so that now her glassy, milky-yellow eyes stare at her father; the famous, “loving” Lion King who was now callously and joyously filling her bowels with his thick cum, the same cum that impregnated Nala in the first place and ultimately gave rise to little Kiara’s tight, dead fuckable ass!




Simba swats Kiara’s balky, unwilling tail to the side. As it slaps reluctantly down his flank he twists his head back around on his other side, grabs its end in his teeth and pulls it tight across his flexing, rippling tawny butt.  He slides a forepaw down her slippery side and snags her hard belly. He clutches himself to her and slowly pistons his long red penis through her cold, tight sphincter. As Kiara receives her father’s last “gift”, her long, curvy corpse slumps sadly beneath his heavy body; a leg folds, and then her body rolls slowly over onto its side. She lies with her forelegs sticking out straight ahead with one pressed into her fluffy chin; her sinuous hind-legs are held out stiffly in their rigor forming a narrow, fleshy “V”. Her rampant father’s capable fucking of her corpsey ass never ceases as he follows Kiara butt all the way down to the floor with her elastic anus rotating around his throbbing, cum-spewing cock. His supple hips press in harder. His juice slimed balls now roll warm and pulsing down her hard, cool lower butt cheek. Her carcass tries to slide away from him rocking on its shoulder, belly and haunch like a big fleshy statue of exquisite detail over the stony floor. As his orgasm tapers off, her legs with their awkwardly bent paws lower very slowly.




When he was sure his load was spent, he tried his best to tidy her up. With toothy yanks to the tail to drag her backwards and then hoist her ass upright, and then whiskery shoves against her shoulders, legs, and flanks he poses her stiff, fragrant body back into its upright, locked in “Downward facing Warthog” position and makes sure no new cream leaked out of her tight asshole. There’s nothing he can do about the way her beautiful butt is stuck into the air so invitingly, its how Zazu last saw her and lusted after her. The necro-besotted bird would notice any difference; Simba looks at Kiara again and reconsiders. He wouldn’t do anything about it if he could and tells her, “You look so very fine just like that!”




He nuzzles her now less crusty vulva and very slippery anus, and then he pokes at its edges to force it back into the sexy little starfish it normally mimics. When he was happy with it, he gives his daughter one last little licking kiss on the hip and a light paw slap to her rigored ass.




Simba pads around to sit and give his daughter one long, lust-filled, somewhat wistful gaze. He’s waited for this so fucking long and the reality actually exceeded the expectation, but now its over and he wants to remember her just like this; she stares blankly out at him from her normally intelligent face with her dull, milky-yellow, huge-pupil darkened eyes, and with her dry tongue flopped over her smooth, black lips. Her yappy mouth is forever silent, but even in death she remains such a sexy little slut as she lies with her long tail held high. Its tufted end has curved forward to drape her right flank so very gracefully and she still has that tight, quite hard, smooth ass of hers lifted high with its crusted, pink-edged slit and naked cinnamon-dark little pouting sphincter awaiting further attention. Both fuckholes appear rather normal, but he knows that they are both filled to near overflowing with her father’s cum. It’s a shame he has to stop plowing her, but he finds lingering satisfaction in the fact that Kiara’s body will continue to present its desirable “Royal Jewels” even beyond the time it starts rotting to any randy male that has the balls to sink his cock into the rancid Royal slime that his sperm will have become by then!




He speaks to Kiara for the last time, “You’re an obnoxious, but fantastic little cunt. I couldn’t love you…” His little “eulogy” looses whatever gravity it had when he chuckles at this point. “…, but I certainly loved fucking you. You’ll be remembered, Kiara, as the finest snuff fuck I’ve even enjoyed!” He yanks his own yellow, glittering eyes from her corpse and then he leaves the cave and waits outside for the others.




Simba smirks as he licks himself clean of Kiara’s anal juices. “Well, at least Kovu will never be sticking his shrunken little dick in my laughing girl again. I was the very last to give her that pleasure. Her last and never again orgasm!” He sighs happily. “…and silence that obnoxious laugh.” And then adds a little wistfully, “At least she didn’t die without knowing what it was like to have a REAL lion’s cock slipped into her. Fucking her tight, death-fluttering: oh, Mufasa,” his long balls swing and his penis slips out shiny, crimson-clean and spiny-flared at the memory, “What a fine, clasping, slick cunt she had! I should have started humping her long ago.” He shakes his heavily maned head.




Kiara’s once vibrant body has not even finished dissipating all the heat it generated last night when she padded along obediently following Simba to be ultimately snuff-raped by him in the cave before the Lion King’s callous, twisty mind turns to the concept of future incestual relations. Simba’s penis keeps peeping in and out of its sheath as he plans his future for the Pride Lands.




Now that he’s eliminated his sweet, uppity “Little Princess Jerboa” from the Line in the most satisfying way he can imagine, he can keep the power where it belongs, in the capable paws of male lions! The thought of cutesy, tolerant, fucking sexy Kiara as Queen of the Pride Lands sickened him to the core. It was so hard for him to hide his feelings from Nala at the same time he had to rein-in his hate-filled lust for her over the years as he “groomed” her for leadership.




At least in the rapidly learning, and maturing cub, Kion he has a seemingly suitable heir and as long as he remains so, to prevent contention for the crown, not to mention that he’s not at all into extraneous sons, from now on only his daughters will survive to maturity. With his co-conspirator, that clever, secretly chauvinistic male mandrill Rafiki’s help, any male cubs that issue forth from his many couplings will be sacrificed before they get a chance to open their eyes! They will never get to see the light of day before, and of course with full mystical honors, they will be returned to the gods and to the company of their glorious ancestors.




His only daughter’s rape-snuffed, slender-framed, broad-nosed, droop-whiskered, slack-jawed, tongue-lolled, milky-eyed, wilt-eared, belly-sagged, back-hollowed, smooth-muscled, hard-assed, long-tailed, slick-holed, cum-crusted, leg-splayed, soft-pawed, fly-buzzed, stiff-limbed, sexy corpse has yet to be consigned to the scavengers; its cool provocativeness lies only a few meters away, yet the pathologically guilt-free Simba  is already wondering how soon Nala will be in heat again.




Yes, in the meantime to keep his almost insatiable libido from boiling over the Lion King of the Pride Lands will no doubt stalk and snuff-fuck-vore many zebra and gazelle. And once the search for Kiara’s killer cools down he’ll take some other lionesses, probably a few of those Outlander bitches, but he definitely yearns to experience all of these long anticipated, dark, intensely satisfying emotions again…with his next daughter if she has the temerity to aspire to Queen. Maybe even if she does not. Or even better yet, with his many daughters over the years because from now on he will be mating with all the Pride Sisters or any worthy rogues when they are caught. He’ll just exile the sorry slinky asses of those who won’t lift their tails as duty-bound to their King! He’s had enough of this monogamy crap. Nala’ll be the next snuffed if she doesn’t want to go along with the New Order. Simba only hopes he’ll remain virile enough to take advantage of all of those rampant, sexy tight, tawny asses that’ll be sprouting from and then eventually be impregnated with his potent seed!