Despite their differences, Kiara had always been close to her father. As a cub, she would snuggle up to him at night, let him clean her fur when he wasn’t busy ruling the Pridelands. She had always enjoyed his company, always enjoyed his comforting, warm paternal fur. 
But recently, things had changed.
Whenever she found herself near him, she couldn’t help but feel this new, strange sensation, as if her body were burning up deep inside. Whenever she lay near him on the pride’s lair, she would wake up in the morning slightly damp at the rear, a strange liquid oozing from one of the pinkish orifices beneath her tail. She didn’t know what it meant and was far too embarrassed about the whole thing to ask anyone about it, especially her parents. 
She found herself strolling through the Pridelands, approaching the edge of this fine land she would one day call her kingdom, even if she weren’t too sure about becoming its ruler. There was so much she could do after all. 
As she walked, she couldn’t help but think of the strange behaviour within the pride, especially with her father and her friends, Tiifu and Zuri. A few days back, Simba led the two young lionesses and their mothers away from the pride, apparently on a special visit somewhere, before returning a few days later. She had found it strange that she or her mother wasn’t invited, but Nala seemed totally fine with it, even welcoming the news to spend time with Kiara and Kion. 
Kiara ponded this as she walked, unaware of the events that were about to be brought into motion. She slowly approached the edge of the Pridelands, towards a great, fruitful tree high above an overlooking hill. It was ancient, as old as the rocky monument far off in the distance and just as important to the pride though her youthful mind didn’t know this yet. As she approached, a shallow cry grunted through the air.
“Mmm, Simba!” Kiara’s ears peaked up; her head shot up towards the hill as a familiar voice beckoned across the savannah.  She started to climb up the hill, sprinting up the steep, grassy hillside as the voices above continued, humming and mumbling as she clambered up the steep hill. Their voices became louder, growing in familiarity as she reached closer to the apex. 
Sneaking into a patch of grass as he reached the hill’s tip, her curious pondering peaked as she was met with a sight she had almost seen before, but something was…different. Nala had Simba pinned up against the lush, fertile tree, their muzzles pressed together as their tongue slathered around each other. Watching on through the grass, she noticed the furry lumps beneath her father’s tail, firmly planted right beneath Nala’s. A shudder rumbled through her quickly warming body, forcing her to arise out of the grass ever so slightly as she watched her parents rub their groins together.
As Nala raised her hips, Kiara was treated with a sight of her father’s firm, glistening length, a sight she hadn’t seen before. Sure she had seen the furry lumps between his legs, but even then she had felt a tremor within her body, a slithering seep of sexual desire. This sensation grew even now, causing a fire to kindle in her groin. Without a trail of clean, innocent thought, she moved her paw down to her privates, a gush of warm air gliding past it as her eyes remained locked, watching her parents as Nala mounted Simba. 
“Oh my…” Was all the small adolescent lioness could say as she felt her soft, sweet paw graze her untouched,, slightly damp slit. By now, she was sat behind a boulder, watching from the shadows as her parents begun to mate. Her eyes widened as she watched her mother slowly started to lower herself on Simba’s rod, making it disappear inside of her own, well-stretched slit. 
 “Oh, Simba!” The Prideland’s queen lowered herself upon her king’s length, feeling his rock-hard pride slip between her boiling, needy flesh. As she did, she couldn’t help but raise her head to the heavens above, letting a shallow hum escape her muzzle as she trembled. It had been so long since she had felt him inside her in this position. She glanced back down at him, smirking as her muscles encapsulated his rod of lust. “I hope they didn’t drain you fully.”
“Ha, it’s gonna take… more than… Kiara’s friends to empty… me!”  Simba grunted beneath his words as Nala rode him, forcing his balls to slam against her furry rump. The sheer tightness around his girth caused Simba growl into the sky, his muzzle resting against Nala’s as she panted gently, slowly letting her estrus-stricken body relieve its most erotic desires upon her mate’s. 
“Good. Cause I really want your cubs so bad!” She increased her pacing, forcing Simba’s pride deeper and deeper into her body. All this time, Kiara watched from the cover of the nearby rock, stroking her little slit as she watched her parent’s mate. Her eyes refused to blink, refused to look away as her father’s dick slid in and out of her mother’s pussy. 
She continued to paw herself off, rubbing away faster and deeper as the lustful sound of her parent’s grunts, growls and hums echoed in her mind. She imagined her father’s prick rubbing against her slit, sliding deeper and deeper into her body. Oh, how she wanted it, needed it! All this time she had felt strange when she saw his bulge, but know she knew why. Her body demanded it, craved for it. She needed her father like her mother did right now. These hot, steaming thoughts caused her pussy to moisten even more, dampening her paw as she started to groan. “Oh, daddy…”
“Oh, Simba!” Nala panted, her paws rigidly holding Simba in place as she increased her tempo. The queen’s body convulsed as she tightened her grip on her king’s pride, gently feeling the inactive barbs tickle at her well-worn vaginal walls. They stoked at the perfectly engrooved walls of her inside, sending bolts of pleasure through her body, teasing her orgasm ever nearer.
Simba himself wasn’t far off. Sure, mating with Tiifu, Zuri and their mothers was hot. But nothing was as hot as breeding Nala. She had a certain devilish charm that he just couldn’t resist. His balls couldn’t either, being pumped to near orgasm by Nala’s desire-driven thumps. He could feel the burning, throbbing sensation deep within them, the need to unleash his seed, the need to fill her with his thick, potent seed.
Kiara felt it too, the trembling deep within her virgin snatch as she stroked it with her paw. Her eyes remained locked shut as the steamy thoughts of her father’s throbbing cock rupturing within her blinded sight as she peaked, perching on the edge of her first orgasm. Her parent’s grunts spiked as they approached their own orgasms. 
“Oh…Oh…” The Prideland’s Queen growled, clutching her teeth as the pleasurable pressure tightened within. Her pussy began to suckle on Simba’s pride, preparing to milk it for all its worth as- “AHHHH!” With a sudden roar, the Prideland’s queen succumb to her base desires. Her sweet, fiery sexual juices squirted over her king’s length, soaking it with her rich, succulent scent. Her pussy walls trembled, slurping up against Simba’s pride, forcing his barbs to dig into them, forcing her orgasm to intensify. The sheer tightness, mixed with her wet, boiling grasp, caused Simba to lose control too.
“Nala!” The king roared, his balls giving way as they began to pump thick, hot loads into his queen’s body. Both felines held each other tightly, not wanting any of their combined fertile ooze to escape but there was far too much. A large drool of it began to seep down Simba’s twitching rod, caressing his balls as it seeped down to the fertile earth, where many of their ancestors had procreated in the exact same way. 
Upon hearing her parent’s orgasms, Kiara felt the same tremors pound from her sweet, innocent mound. With a mumbled growl, she began to squirt her virgin ooze into her paw, not letting a single droplet touch the ground as she held it there, imagining her father’s prick spewing its abundant, fecund spunk as deep inside of her as he could. The sound of his orgasmic roar beckoned her to new, unknowable heights. 
As she came down from her orgasmic high. Nala’s ears peeked, detecting the shallow, pleasurable tones of a lioness nearby. Glancing over at the source, all she saw was a familiar tail tip, swaying side to side as the young, adolescent lioness in question started to regain control of herself. Simba, opening his eyes as his ball fully emptied, glanced up at his mate, her body wiggled around his pride as it started to soften, keeping him firmly inside as she sat on him, using her weight to her advantage.
“Huh, what are you looking at?” He pondered; his mind hazed from the sheer thrill of filling his queen. Nala shot her attention back at him, giving him a sweet, loving lick across his cheek as Kiara scampered off, her heart racing as she heard her parent’s voices. 
“It’s nothing, my loving stud.” Nala smirked at Simba, nuzzling into his neck, taking in his manly scent as she wiggled on top of him. With this new revelation, her mind became chocked with lustful ideas. She couldn’t help give off a signature, naughty hum, the sound of which caused Simba to shiver. He knew what it meant. His balls trembled at the sound, dumping a few more squirts of his seed deep inside of her. Whatever she was planning, he knew he would have a part in it, and it would involve his balls being fully emptied.
As Nala nuzzled into Simba’s mane, she flicked an eye out towards the land below. The shallow figure of Kiara quickly disappeared not the overgrowth, but not before Nala caught the twinkle of sunlight glancing back from Kiara’s wet, pleasured slit. She thought about Simba’s recent little trip, the traditions of the pride.
Perhaps she would get her special, incestral mating session after all…