Mlinzi: Negotiations: Part 1 – The King
 
Kopa and Karimu slowly ascended the rocky trails, weighed down with trepidation. The Uasian biarchs slowly made their way up the ancient monument, unaware of the unfortunate events that had transpired to bring them here. Seeped in uncertainty, Kopa kept his head hung low, watching his paws casually march onward through the dirt path.
“Kopa?” The Uasian Queen’s voice caressed his ears, reliving a pinch of stress.” You ok?” He turned to face her; a seriousness plastered across his muzzle.
“Yeah…” he shrugged his shoulder, swaying his side slightly to the right as he walked. “Just contemplating things.”
Karimu’s ears peaked with curiosity. “Like what?”
“It’s just…” Kopa exhaled. The pathway turned sharply right, revealing the grand overhang of Pride Rock. A familiar lion and lioness sat at its tip, admiring the horizon. Kopa stared downwards, feeling his queen’s presence beside him. “Why would they invite us here like this?” His tail swayed slowly. With a soft hum, Karimu nuzzled his side, resting her head on his shoulder.
“I’m sure it’s nothing serious.” Her voice soothed with gentle vibrations. With a sweet lick of her mate’s muzzle, Karimu took a step forward, brushing her tail against Kopa’s snoot. “Besides, if things go wrong…”  His attention arose, admiring the tantalising sight of her faintly exposed rump. He knew it well. Better than anyone. He smirked back, realising her intent. They would make this work. Things would be ok.
With his heart and mind resynced, the pair made their way further along the rocky path, arriving at the base of the overlook. Imbued with purpose, they marched forward, tail in tail. As proud as can be.
The tanned lioness ahead noticed them approaching. A sudden smile spread across her muzzle, calming into a smirk. The lion beside her exhaled, a relieving sigh escaping his muzzle alongside his breath. “Thank the Kings…”
“Kopa!” The Prideland’s queen leapt to her feet, tail swaying side to side with glee. Her sky-blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight, only heightened when she met Karimu’s smiling gaze. “And Karimu too?!” Her ears peaked, slowly lowering as the calming smirk returned, like ripples in a lagoon. “We must be lucky.”
“Nala!” The Uasian King trotted, his messy mane bouncing with each step. Upon reaching Nala’s position, their heads met in a nuzzle. An affectionate greeting from one royal to another. Karimu sat down not far away, swaying her tail back and forth while watching the reunion.
“We came as soon as we could, your majesties.” The Uasian Queen spoke with the clarity of a freshwater spring, bowing her head in respect. Simba repaid the gesture as Nala and Kopa departed their warm embrace. He turned his attention to his Uasian counterpart as Nala approached Karimu, nuzzling her with the same warmth she had with Kopa.
“I’m glad you have. I hate to say it, but we need you.” A distressed look spread across the Prideland King’s muzzle. With a concerned frown, Kopa arose, placing a paw forward. His ears sloped along with his chest, cascading with a worry-full sigh.
“Is everything ok?” The Uasian King scanned the land below. The herds seemed to be fine, all mulling about, living their lives. The birds chirped happily, performing their gleeful song for all to enjoy. The lesser predators lay in the sun, basking in the golden rays with not a care in the Pridelands. Everything seemed peaceful. Perfect.
What could be wrong?
“We can’t talk here.” Simba stared down the overlook. His eyes sporadically searched the lair entrance. Kopa curiously joined him, as did Karimu. Nala rested her head on the Uasian Queen’s shoulder. A knowing smile resting peacefully on her muzzle. Nothing was there. Simba stepped forward, passing Kopa, Karimu and Nala. His tail remained perpendicular to the ground, frozen in place despite the shallow breeze. “Follow me.” He continued to walk. Kopa tensed his eyebrows. Concentrating, thinking. Karimu arose, hesitantly beginning to follow Kopa when Nala nuzzled her side. Simba turned sharply, shallowing his trepidation.
“No…” Fear stained his tongue. He stared Karimu in the eye, feeling his heart sink inwards as Nala’s face came into view beside hers. He turned his attention to his queen as Karimu remained frozen, shocked at the king’s sudden objection. He felt Kopa’s presence bearing down on him, an oncoming storm.
“What he means to say.” Nala rolled her eyes, resting firmly on Simba’s ashamed face. “Does he need to speak to Kopa alone?” She placed her paw on Karimu’s, humming gently as she smiled. “King to King…” She felt the Uasian Queen’s body relax gently. Exhaling with a sigh of relief. Karimu glanced at Kopa, knowingly accepting her mate’s duty. She then turned back to Nala, smirking. The reason for their summoning to the Pridelands, of their need for Kopa specifically. Her hazel eyes shone with the light of these truths.
Everything will be fine.
As the hesitations parted, Simba led Kopa down the rocky overlook, past the Pride lair’s entrance and up a shallowing incline, further to the peak of Pride Rock. Karimu felt Nala’s presence beside her. Comforting yet firm. 
“Why don’t I show you around, share all the advances we’ve made.” She swayed her paw to the right, towards the pathway Karimu and Kopa had entered from. The Uasian Queen nodded agreeably, beginning to walk in the direction. Nala nuzzled beside her. The gentle, warm sensation of her breath brushing Karimu’s ear. “And maybe afterwards…” She trotted before the Uasian Queen, swaying her tail to the side. Her matured, spread slit basked in the sunlight. Every wrinkle, every fold glistened in Karimu’s presence. For her to admire in its perfect state. She felt her own clench.
Perhaps this trip wasn’t going to be so boring after all.
Leaving Karimu and Nala behind, Simba and Kopa marched onwards, ascending the ancient monument of their kind. Trepidation weighed in the air, only rising as they did. They gritted their teeth and bore the burden of their worries. With the peak slowly coming into view, Simba sighed, turning back to see Kopa not far behind him.
“Nearly there.” The final few steps crumbled beneath their paws, sending small chunks of ancient rock hurdling down to the lush grasslands below. Kopa looked down, raising his head to the horizon. The Theluji Mountains in the distance glistened in the sunlight. His heart eased. Concerns faded temporarily. The two males just sat there, at the edge of the world before them, admiring the kingdom where everything began.
Simba chuckled softly. “Everything the light touches is our kingdom.” The smirk that formed across his muzzle faded softly, decaying to a frown as the final syllables rolled off his tongue. He felt the sun’s gaze dissipate from his fur. Kopa sat beside him. The Uasian King’s strong, muscular form shadowed the older male. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” Kopa queried, his forehead wrinkling with intrigue. “Sorry for what?”
Simba hesitated. “Sorry for summoning you here like, for making you worry.” A heavy sigh rushed from his muzzle, forcing his head to swoop lower. “It’s just… We need your help.”
Kopa’s curiosity peaked. “What kind?”
Simba closed his eyes. “Kovu is… unable to perform his prime duty as future king…” The shame brewed within him. His fiery red mane flicked in its backdraught. The sound of Kopa’s paws moving closer caused his body to tense up.
“Prime duty? As King?”
“He can’t sire cubs!” An explosive outroar bellowed from Simba’s throat. Kopa froze. All he could do was sit there and watch as Simba struggled to regain control of himself, shaking his mane and keeping his paw pressed firm in the ancient rock.  His voice weakened. “Even Rafiki doesn’t know why. He’s a healthy, young male… But…” Simba’s raised his head, staring out at the lush land below. His shoulders shrugged. “No matter how much they try…”
Kopa pondered his uncle’s words, eyebrows firmly stiffened with thought. His pupils dilated as the realisation hit him. “So that’s why you wanted… me…”
“Yes.” Simba moved closer, a glint of hope in his eyes. “You’re the only male I would trust with my daughter.”  A shallow sigh escaped his muzzle. “It’s just…” Simba fell back into questionable hesitation. “I know you turned down our ‘offer’ a while back, but…”
“I’ll do it.” Kopa responded sharply, sitting firmly against the older lion. Simba inhaled sharply. He didn’t know what to say. Turning slowly to face the Uasian King, Simba could only sit as Kopa hesitantly continued. “It’s the least I can do.”
“Thank you.” The Prideland’s King nuzzled his nephew, their manes gripping as each strand of fur stuck together from sheer friction. Simba halted; hesitation clogged his throat. “It’s just…”
“Just what?” Doubt crept back into the Uasian King’s mind. Moving away, Simba glanced out to the Pridelands beneath them, unsure how to continue.
Simba sighed. “I can’t just let you breed her.” His eyes opened, glancing back to Kopa. “At least without following tradition.” He bit his tongue. The air around him stalled. Shame clung to his throat as he continued to speak. “For you to claim Kiara… any lioness for that matter…”
Kopa smirked. “I’d have to prove myself to you.” The Uasian King arose, He knew the game that was being played now. Simba chuckled awkwardly, leaping up to his paws and stepping a few feet forward.
“I…I mean, I wouldn’t expect you to-Oh…” The king’s body froze, his tail forced to the side by an intrusive flick. Kopa’s rough, wet tongue slowly caressed his furry, wrinkled balls. He felt his cheeks warm up; the embarrassment matched by the thrill. Heart racing, he peeked over his shoulder to find Kopa’s smug face resting over his body.
“If that’s what you wish, I will gladly oblige, Your Majesty.” He bowed effortlessly, nuzzling the Pridelander’s rump. Simba remained frozen, the seer shock of his beloved nephew so effortlessly playing along to his long-formed desires. Was this it? Kopa’s head bobbed back up, staring directly at Simba. “Your consent is all I require.”
Simba couldn’t find the words. A series of hums and grunts escaped his muzzle, incomprehensibly attempting to agree and submit. His failed attempts only made him blush more, causing the Uasian King to chuckle.
“Very well, Your Majesty.” Kopa’s muzzle swooped down once again. His left paw slid up Simba’s left thigh, raising his tail with his paw pad. Before Simba could speak, the Uasian king had exposed his tight, untouched tail hole. He admired it for a second before moving his muzzle closer. 
Simba stiffened up as Kopa’s tongue began to caress his tail hole. He didn’t know what to do, think even. With the regal tongue lapping away, even roughly stroking the base of his balls, The Prideland’s King simply groaned, slowly appreciating his Uasian counterpart’s expert touch. The chilled sensation at the tip of his erect penis made him well aware that this is what he needed, all this time.
It didn’t take long for Kopa’s saliva to dribble from Simba’s rear. The chilled presence of pre-cum also dripping from both their prides set the stage for the next part of their negotiation. As Kopa arose above the older lion, Simba felt his breath against his spine, his paw pushing gently against his hip. Kopa's smooth, seductive tones whispered faintly. “Now, lay down and keep that lovely tail high.” Simba complied, his breath quickening as Kopa stepped over him, blanketing him in shadow.
The shuffling weight of fur and muscle above him caused Simba to blush. He now knew what it was like to have a strong, capable male slowly dominating you. All the males he had mounted over his years, their apparent joy and longing for such an act. He understood its thrill. As Kopa moved into position, he felt the Uasian King’s pride gently prodding at his exposed tail hole. His breath caressed Simba’s mane, whispering in his ear.
“Ready to negotiate, Your Majesty?”
Simba could merely groan back in response. At the cusp of his wild fantasies coming true, the Pridelander stretched his neck out, grunting and growling as Kopa made swift, sudden thrusts against him. The first thrust sent his pride straight into Simba’s rectum, causing his eyes to widen.
“Oh… Kings!” Simba whispered under his breath. Kopa’s firm thrusts rhythmically rocked the older lion’s body. An ocean of pleasure roared through Simba’s being. The king’s cock poked out its sheath at full power, rubbing against the warm rocky ground as Kopa’s muscle and weight held him in place. All he could do was lay there and enjoy as the Uasian King took his place as the rightful stud of the pride.
“Mmm, that’s it.” His voice soothed the older male as his cock slid deeper and deeper. Simba simply grunted back in time to Kopa’s thrusts. His eyes began to roll backwards, mentally overcome by the sensation of finally being mounted. He clenched his anal muscles, squeezing on the invading cock instinctively.
Kopa smiled.
“My! You like that, huh?”
Simba replied with a strained groan. He wouldn’t admit it, but the feeling of a strong, young male riding him scratched an itch he never thought would be relieved. Ever since his stay in the jungle with Timon and Pumbaa, Simba had secretly wondered what it would be like, fantasised about it even. It was greater than he could have imagined.
Feeling the Pridelander’s body shudder beneath him, Kopa began to lick Simba’s mane, continuing to bombard the king’s prostate with deep, slow thrusts. The older male groaned, shuddering at Kopa’s lustful actions. He’d practically melted in Kopa’s embrace, much to the surprise of the Uasian King. It almost reminded him of…
A smirk grew across his muzzle. With one final lick behind Simba’s ear, Kopa softly whispered in his ear. “Mmm, you really like this huh.” His balls slapped against the base of Simba’s tail, harmonising with the Prideland King’s grunts. A shudder of pleasure confirmed Kopa’s suspicions. “Almost as much as Kion liked it.”
Simba inhaled sharply; eyes widened. Kion, his son, had been in this precise situation? And enjoyed it just as much?! The thought of his son, panting and grunting under the lion stud now pounding him was too much to bear. Simba hadn’t even noticed how pent-up he was but he felt it now. Gritting his teeth, he felt Kopa’s thrusts grinding his pride against the body-warmed rocky ground. He was close.
“Wanna make the same deal he did, hmmm?” Kopa’s deep whispers teased him further to the breaking point. “Do you want to share this pride with all your lionesses too, hmm?” Simba barely had time to reply. With one final thrust from Kopa’s thick cock, Simba’s balls unleashed. The mighty king’s roar bellowed down on the land below as his pride leaked its thick white content all over the ancient rocks beneath him. Kopa’s teeth caught his nape, holding him still as his orgasm ravaged his body. It was rather comforting, having a strong, muscular stud grabbing him firmly as he rode out his orgasm.
Kopa wasn’t too far behind. Simba’s tightened rear milked the Uasian King’s cock of its seed. With one final thrust, amid Simba’s orgasm, Kopa filled the Prideland King’s hole, claiming his right to every lioness under him. He lay on top of Simba, admiring the king’s soft, well-kept mane. The older male panted heavily, slowly coming to from such an intense experience.
“Oh… Kings…” Was all he could say, spreading his paws out. Kopa responded to his uncle with an affectionate lick across his head, slowly pushing his body up. Simba realised what he was about to do. He tensed, expecting a rush of pain as Kopa dismounted.
And yet Kopa’s pride slid out perfectly. Instead of any pain, he felt only pleasure. He groaned again, unleashing yet another load of semen onto the rocky monument below. Once Kopa had fully dismounted, Simba rolled over, exposing the mess he’d made for all to see. His belly fur had become white with cum. And yet he couldn’t help but admire Kopa’s erect, dripping cock dangling tantalisingly between his legs.  
Flopping down beside his uncle, Kopa nuzzled up to the Pridelander’s fur. The warmth of their passionate negotiation kept them warm, even as the cool prideland’s air brushed past their fur. Both males gave off a series of hums, embracing the moment of serenity.
“That… That was… amazing...” Simba panted gently, finally recovering from the erotic sensations that had flooded his body. With every flick of his tail, he felt Kopa’s seed pouring from his rear, cooled as it met the atmosphere. He felt Kopa move from beside him, arising to block out the sun’s gaze once more. Glancing up, Simba was met with a smug grin.
“Indeed it was.” The Uasian King’s charm made Simba’s cock twitch once more. As he moved around him, Simba got a full view of Kopa’s well-endowed genitals. No wonder all the lionesses wanted him, the males too.
A wave of embarrassment washed over Simba suddenly. His mind caved in. The thought of Kion and Kopa fucking, though hot, had been shocking on the Pridelander King’s chest that only now fully materialised. To think his son would be so willing to submit. Kopa noticed the king’s frown dropping. He sat before him, his balls and cock resting in Simba’s face.
“I wouldn’t worry about that too much.” Simba barely paid attention to the Uasian King’s words, instead concentrating on his genitals displayed so perfectly before him. His gloomy exterior slowly melted away, boiled by the resurfacing need of a king’s touch once again. “Kion only submits to me willingly, out of a need for diplomacy.” Kopa felt Simba’s breath steaming against his pride, causing his tail to sway from side to side. “Much better than fighting to the death, hmm?”
Simba seemed to agree. Before Kopa could continue, the Pridelander moved his muzzle closer, rubbing his nose against the cum coated rod. With a weak smile, Simba spoke gently. “Well then, why don’t we ‘negotiate’ more then, your majesty.” His eyes glanced up at Kopa while he opened his muzzle wide. Kopa smirked down, humming gently as Simba began to slurp on his pride. His own twitching between his legs, exposed for all to see.
Over the next few hours, Simba and Kopa would remain at the tip of Pride Rock, reaffirming the bond of their prides. Through the heat of their lust, the two males formed a new bond, and a new era would slowly take shape.
During their passionate sessions, Simba spoke openly.
“I’m glad you came here, Kopa.” A sigh escaped his muzzle. “I’m getting too old for this, to be king.” His eyes darted to the horizon, meeting the illuminated valley where the sun kissed the horizon. “My time as king is coming to an end soon. And if Kovu isn’t ready to lead by then…”
“He will be.” Kopa responded, nodding his head slowly. “And so will Kiara.” He joined the older male in watching as the golden hues bathed the land below. “I will do my part, with fathering these cubs for them, but I have faith they will lead your pride to greatness.”
“Our Pride.” Simba corrected him, placing a paw on Kopa’s, and both kings smiled. He was correct. Kopa had always been a Pridelander. He just never fully accepted it until now.
Simba’s eyes suddenly widened. “Oh yeah, almost forgot to mention!” The Pridelander King smiled, rolling his eyes at his stupidity. “Me and Kovu will be heading to see the new elephant leader tomorrow.” He lowered his head, catching a quick glimpse of Kopa’s cock fully exposed beside him. “So, you’ll be here with Nala and the other lionesses for a few days.” He nudged the Uasian King’s shoulder. “Give you a head start if you know what I mean. “
Kopa smirked. He read the situation from a mile away. “You had this all planned, didn’t you?”
“Close enough.” Simba smirked back.  Inhaling Kopa’s scent, The Prideland’s King calmed, continuing to stare off into the horizon. “As long as Kiara bears some royal cubs for the pride, I don’t mind whoever you claim.” He turned his attention back to Kopa swiftly., “So long as we can… renegotiate’ whenever you’re about.” He couldn’t help swaying his tail to the side, exposing his dripping rear to drive the point home. “Who knows? Maybe Kovu will want you to mount him too.”
Oh, I’m sure he will.” The Uasian King stretched out, arising to all fours. With a deep manly yawn, he bowed to the older male. “Well, if you excuse me, Your Majesty, I shall retire to my lair.” He opened his eyes sharply. “I assume my father’s lair is still usable, hmm?”
“Oh, we’ve kept it relatively clear for you, yes.” Simba’s eyes slowly scanned down Kopa’s body, locked at the base of his tail as the Uasian King turned around. “I believe Nala was going to take Karimu there before sun-“
“Perfect!” Kopa exclaimed. He made his way to the slope leading down from the peak. “Thank you again, for your hospitality, your majesty. “With one final cautious bow, Kopa left, leaving Simba to stare out at the setting sun.
“Thank you, for everything.”