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A commissioned scene from my most recent story - Full Story HERE:
"Mufasa's Duty" (https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=922571)
Amazing art yet again by the wonderful Mushbun
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Thank you soooo much again Mushbun! And thanks also for the bonus Zazu, hehe! ^^
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The great lion sat back on his haunches and pawed the magic three times at his impressive shaft, and his rosy tip came into view above the fur sleeve, and it rose and rose until the full throbbing red flesh bobbed threateningly. Mufasa slicked it with the remaining boy-cum on his paw, shuddering as he stroked himself to supreme readiness.
Simba yelped, catching a glance over his shoulder at the monster between his father’s legs.
“I-I don’t think it will f-fit in me…” he stammered. By now he was crying freely.
“It will son. You must trust me.”
Simba realised he was left with little choice. And he would rather his father use him like a lioness than anybody else. Still, his heart sank to the floor.
“O-okay, I’ll… try,” he sniffed.
“That’s my boy. I love you so much.”
Both took a deep breath. Simba braced himself and gulped, screwing his eyes tight as his father strode forward. Daring again to peek the youngster saw how the great lion towered over him, and gasped when his large head leaned over his little shoulder. He glanced to see his father’s focused, straight-ahead stare, and could hear his breath quickening, and a husky purring from deep in his throat.
Mufasa squatted and lined up his cream-laden cock with his boy’s taut, cream-laden hole. His hard tip found the winking pucker, and he gasped at its heat as he touched it. Carefully he pushed with his hips. The tip met some resistance, but eventually disappeared into Simba’s tight virgin ass, and the thick shaft followed, stretching the boy to its girth as it went. Simba wailed as the invading tool powered through his first defense and began to forge its path beyond.
“Aiiiee! D-Dad..! Nnnh..!”
Mufasa nuzzled his son and licked his ear - something that the boy always liked.
“Okay… I’ll stop for a second.”
Mufasa mustered his self-control and halted the push with barely a third of him inside, waiting for his boy to adjust to the unnatural size. But that one-third was enough to drive him crazy - and he could feel the feral passion threatening to flow within and wrestle all fatherly control from him. Clenching his teeth he fought the urge to pound the boy-pussy as he so often would a lioness-pussy. He looked at his squeaking, writhing boy, trying to find sympathy to help the conflict in his head… but the thought of being inside his tight little body filled him with even more lust, so much so that he just had to resume mating him. With even more care than before, he pushed deeper, groaning with relief as his desperate member was finally allowed to continue its journey. Simba squealed again, thrashing his head from side to side and gripping the dirt beneath his paws.
“Dad… please…” he sobbed. “It really hurts…”
“I’m sorry Simba, this must be done. Please try to relax, it will make things easier for you.”
“I’m… I’m trying Dad… b-but it hurts…”
He yelped again, feeling his little body bulge and strain around his father’s entire shaft as he continued to be slowly filled, until the thick rod was buried to the hilt in his tender young rear.
“G-good, nnng, boy!” Mufasa groaned. Every rippled wall crushed every inch of his cock as he held it in place, yet he still fought off instinct and took as much time as he could for the boy.
“Nnng, son, you are… so hot… so tight…” he growled as he drew back his tool, his barbs tearing along the delicate passage and dragging the boy’s stretched pucker out with it.
“Aghhh! Nnnh… please Dad… t-take it out!” Simba whimpered, as searing shots of pain fired each tug of his flesh.
“Nnng, Simba… be a big brave boy for me..."
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