Kion x Kiara x Nala

The sun had barely risen over the savannah when Kion slipped through the tall grass, his short mane bristling in the cool morning breeze.

There was no heat yet, but the scents of dawn were vivid and wild: damp earth, broken sap, ancient dust that rose with every step.

Kion was alone, as he preferred when hunting. He liked to feel the pulse of his body without distractions, that beat beneath the skin that marked the exact rhythm between silence and explosion. But he was not alone.

At the edge of the clearing, half-hidden behind some acacia bushes, he saw Kiara. She was crouched, her eyes fixed on an unsuspecting zebra grazing, moving with the clumsiness of one who believes the morning still protects.

Kion stopped, watching. Not out of prudence or jealousy, but out of curiosity. Kiara was in good shape, her muscles firm beneath her golden fur, her gaze focused… but something was off. She moved her tail nervously, and her breathing was too fast.

The stride she took to launch herself was strong, but not silent. The zebra fled with a violent neigh, a cloud of dust and hooves striking the air.

Kiara huffed, frustrated, and turned her head. Her eyes met Kion’s.

“How long have you been there?” she asked, standing with forced dignity.

Kion smiled, barely. It wasn’t mockery, but something more playful.

“Long enough to see that you need practice.”

She narrowed her eyes, challenging him.

“Oh, really? And what would you do differently?”

Kion did not respond immediately. He walked towards her, calmly, with the confidence of someone who knows his body is made to run, hunt, and kill effortlessly. He stopped beside her and looked in the direction of the herd that now grazed farther away, more alert.

“I propose a deal,” he finally said, his voice grave but light, as if offering a game and not a bet.

“What kind of deal?”

“If I manage to hunt a zebra before you, you’ll owe me something. Whatever I choose.”

Kiara tilted her head, a smile curving her lips in a feline and dangerous way.

“And if I’m the one who hunts first?”

Kion allowed himself a brief laugh, a low sound that vibrated in his chest.

“Then I owe you something. Whatever you choose.”

She did not hesitate. She licked a paw deliberately, without taking her eyes off him.

“I accept.”

They did not need to seal the pact with ceremonious words or theatrical gestures. In the savannah, promises are worth as much as the strength with which they are pursued.

Kion crouched, his hind legs tense, his eyes sharp as blades. Kiara stayed back, watching. No longer as a rival, but as a witness.

He advanced with the stealth of a natural predator, without sound, without shadow. The bushes barely moved in his path. The herd had returned to its routine, but more alert. Kion was not going for the youngest or weakest animal. He was going for the fastest.

The one that would cost him the most. He wanted to show Kiara, not that he could hunt… but that he could do it with style.

The grass burned under the sun when Kion tensed his muscles for the final leap. His prey was within reach: a young zebra, distracted, barely meters away.

Everything was aligned. The wind, his position, the speed measured in every fiber of his body. He was about to launch himself when a golden figure suddenly crossed in front of him.

Kiara.

She stepped forward with a powerful stride, digging her claws into the ground, interposing herself just as the zebra raised its head. The animal fled with a neigh, legs shooting out like lightning, but Kion did not stop.

With a swift turn, he circled his sister, and before the dust had finished rising, he had corrected his course. The roar vibrated in his throat when he made the leap, his hind legs propelling him with a wild grace.

The impact was clean, brutal: the zebra fell with a broken cry, legs tangled beneath its body, its throat caught between Kion’s fangs.

Everything returned to silence. Kion raised his head, the still-warm blood dripping from his muzzle, and found Kiara standing a few meters away, looking at him with wide eyes of surprise and… something more.

“Were you trying to stop me?” he said, without raising his voice.

Kiara did not respond immediately. She licked a paw, without much conviction, averting her gaze.

“I didn’t want you to win so easily,” she muttered.

Kion laughed, a low growl that made the earth vibrate.

“Well, I won anyway.”

She clenched her teeth, her brow furrowed, but said nothing.

Kion walked slowly towards her, the prey already forgotten. He circled her without hurry, evaluating her state. Definitely dead. Then, he turned towards his sister.

“Get ready.”

“What?”

“I don’t ask for much,” he continued, walking towards her and stopping right beside her, his voice now a barely contained purr. “Something simple. Something I already know you gave to that little lion from the Outlands…”

Kiara’s eyes widened a little more. A shiver ran through her body, almost imperceptible.

“Kovu?”

Kion smiled.

“Yeah.”

She took a step back, her ears low, a mix of anger and shame darkening her cheeks.

“How do you know that?”

Kion tilted his head, the gleam in his eyes like burning embers.

“I know everything that happens in the Pridelands,” he murmured, walking around her as if delimiting a new territory. His voice became even softer, venomous as honey. “And if you don’t want to pay… I can tell Mom. Or Dad.”

Kiara growled, her muzzle wrinkled. Her breathing quickened, not from fear, but from that strange pang that ran down her lower back, hot, sharp, contradictory.

“You wouldn’t do that!” she hissed, though her voice didn’t sound as firm as she wanted.

Kion said nothing. He just looked at her. Waited.

And she, with one last glance around —at the empty savannah, the sky without witnesses—, lowered her head. She lay down slowly on the dry earth, her fur sticking to her skin from the sweat of the heat.

She opened her legs, tensing her muscles, blushing, not looking at him directly. The grass crunched beneath her body while her tail swayed slightly, and her ears trembled with each breath she couldn’t control.

Kion approached slowly. He did not touch her. Not yet.

He sat beside her, watching.

His gaze lowered from Kiara’s face —the intense blush, the averted eyes, the tight lips— to her tense neck, her firmly planted front paws, the soft curve of her belly that rose and fell, and between her open legs, the hidden heat, wet and shy.

He purred.

“Beautiful…” he murmured, more to himself than to her.

He leaned in slightly, his golden mane sliding forward, casting a faint shadow over her face. The air smelled of warm earth, slight sweat, and that scent that began to emanate from between her thighs with a bitter sweetness, like the sap of a fruit not yet ripe.

Kiara turned her face to the side, but she did not move. Her cheeks seemed flushed. Every part of her, vulnerable, exposed to his gaze. And Kion was in no hurry. He wanted to savor every second. Like someone smelling a flower they shouldn’t touch.

He advanced with provocative slowness. First one step, then another, moving over her, his firm muscles sliding over hers without touching her yet, as if playing to trace her contour with the shadow of his body.

His fur brushed hers only lightly, like an electric warning. Kiara tensed beneath him, and Kion felt that tremor travel from her front paws to the exact center of her back, igniting her belly with a heat he could no longer hide.

His front paws positioned themselves on either side of her head, wide, secure, marking territory without violence, with the mute gravity of someone not asking for permission. His hips lowered slowly, his cock brushing the soft fur of her chest before settling just above her face.

His testicles hung barely over her muzzle, warm, heavy, marked by growing excitement. She felt his hot breath descend over her forehead, her neck, her mouth, and then, without needing words, she knew what was coming.

Kion was on top of Kiara, firm, his paws planted on either side of her head, his hard gaze fixed on her eyes. His testicles hung barely over her face, heavy and warm, his cock pulsing right in the center of her vision.

Kiara was on her back, her ears folded back in shame, but she did not move away. She had lost the bet, after all. And although every fiber of her body screamed in a whirlwind of humiliation, there was also a deeper heat twisting inside.

He said nothing, but his silence had a different weight. He had promised not to mention anything about what he knew about her and Kovu, and for now, he was keeping his part. He just looked at her, his muscles tense, his breath held as if he couldn’t believe he was there, like this… so close.

Kiara’s nose wrinkled involuntarily as she received the dense, musky, penetrating scent. It was Kion, raw, excited, marked by the tension of the game he had just won. And now, he had her there. His. By will, although forced by the bet.

“Do it,” he growled finally, low, barely a thread in his throat. It wasn’t a brutal order, but a nudge, a crack in his self-control. Kion wasn’t a completely confident male, not yet, but desire sharpened him, pushed him to act like one.

Kiara swallowed. She felt the pounding in her temples, in her chest, on the tip of her tongue. She gave the first lick as if afraid to touch fire. Slow.

Wetting the base of that rigid cock that hung over her muzzle. The salty and warm taste hit her as soon as it touched her tongue, and a shiver ran through her body, making her press her hind paws against the ground.

Kion let out a muffled growl, his paws trembling slightly. He hadn’t expected it to be so… immediate. The warmth of Kiara’s tongue made him gasp, but he didn’t move. He stayed in his place, proud, tense, looking at her with that mix of fire and nervousness that darkened his golden eyes.

Kiara licked again, this time from the base to the tip, more confident. The cock trembled under each caress, marking its veins with each pulse.

She did it again, and again, closing her eyes for a moment so as not to see his face. She didn’t want to see how he watched her do that. She didn’t want to feel that silent pride that emanated from him like a contained roar.

“Like that…” he murmured, a little hoarser now, his voice loaded with something more than desire. “Don’t stop.”

She opened her eyes, only to see him looking at her intently, and something inside twisted. A mix of anger, shame… and a hot, sharp tingle, right at the bottom of her belly.

He had that effect. Kion wasn’t cruel, but when he won, he made everything his. He left no room for the pride of others.

Kiara began to use the tip of her tongue to trace soft circles on the wet head, polishing with care, with a feigned obedience that little by little began to feel less feigned. She felt his cock swell more, pulse with each beat against her tongue, and for a second, she wondered if he was as close to the edge as she was.

Kion lowered his hips a little, bringing his weight closer without crushing her, and his cock pressed a little more against her muzzle. Kiara opened her mouth wider, instinctively, and the tip brushed the edge of her lips.

He gasped, barely, but it was enough. A rough and low sound that made his hip move almost unwillingly, seeking more.

“Put it in a little,” he whispered. “Just a little, Kiara…”

She hesitated. Her face burned. But her mouth opened, and the tip entered, warm, wet, her tongue cradling it immediately. The cock trembled strongly, as if it had a life of its own. Kion pulled back a little, as if afraid of coming too soon, his muscles rigid in his paws.

Kiara tasted it deeper now, that mix of sweat, skin, pre-cum, and something ferocious she couldn’t put into words. Her muzzle filled with him, and as she sucked softly, she felt her body react in ways she didn’t want to admit.

He let out another growl, hoarser, his claws digging slightly into the ground.

“You have… no idea,” he whispered. “How much I imagined this…”

Kiara looked at him, his cock still in her mouth, and her eyes showed something between defiance and bewilderment. She had never imagined herself like this with him. Not in this way.

But now that she had him there, on top, dripping on her tongue, with his testicles brushing her forehead and the scent filling everything… something changed. Something ignited.

Kion lowered himself slowly, as if afraid of losing his balance, and his cock pressed deeper inside. Kiara opened her mouth wider, accepting him with difficulty. It wasn’t easy; he wasn’t small, and she gasped through her nose, feeling every inch advance.

The young lion trembled. He was hard as a rock, heat rising up his spine. His shyness showed in the pauses, in the way he didn’t dare to push too far, but his instinct wanted more, demanded it without words.

Kiara, against all odds, began to move her head gently, setting a slow rhythm, her tongue working with each entry. She was getting used to the taste, the texture, the fact that he couldn’t stop looking at her. His cock throbbed strongly, and every time the head brushed her throat, Kion gasped as if the world was crumbling.

And then, in a moment of pure impulse, Kion lowered his body more, his cock entering deeper, his testicles brushing her muzzle completely. Kiara choked slightly, but she didn’t pull away. Her paws gripped the ground, her throat vibrating with a contained moan.

At that moment, under Kion’s firm weight, with his scent filling her nostrils and the heat of his cock marking her vision, Kiara found herself between punishment and confession.

Her breath trembled, contained between her slightly open jaws, and as she raised her eyes to look at him—that haughty face, that living shadow over her—the blush did not fade. It was a position she should not repeat.

It was something she should resist. But her tongue was already rising, as if betraying her, licking slowly, wetly, from the hot base of that throbbing cock to the pink tip that gleamed in the faint afternoon light.

Schllrp…

Her first lick was wide, savoring the rough, firm texture, so different from Kovu’s… but also, at times, terribly similar.

She closed her eyes for a moment, and in her mind surfaced the memory of the other male, his scent softer, less salty, sweeter perhaps, but without that pressure of dominance that now choked her.

However, what she had in front of her muzzle now was Kion, hard, tense, and with each stroke of her tongue, the flesh trembled, responded, swelled more under her wet caress.

She ran her tongue over it again, this time slower, curving it to embrace the sides, letting a little saliva drip on purpose.

Pllrch…

A kiss. Her muzzle pressed against the base, wetting it with dedication, as if kissing a wound, with the same gravity.

Her lips closed for a moment, sucking a little, and Kion’s cock throbbed violently in response, giving a brief jerk that hit her cheek.

Kiara opened her eyes, surprised, and looked at him again. He was growling low, like an uncontrolled boiler, his teeth barely exposed.

She slid her tongue now in slow circles around the tip, moving it with rhythm and precision. Each turn moistened the glans, enveloping it in thick, warm saliva, with strings that hung between each lick.

Kion’s cock reacted as if it were alive: it throbbed, pulsed strongly, releasing drops of clear liquid that Kiara collected with the tip of her tongue, tasting them with an expression impossible to read. Something between resignation and… curiosity?

Kovu came to her mind again. His cock was thinner, less demanding in the mouth, but just as resentful when desire came. Kiara closed her eyes as she took the tip of Kion’s cock with her lips and barely put it in her mouth, sucking slowly.

Mmmff… a muffled sound that made Kion press his paws against the ground. His body curved slightly, and the cock responded with a new spasm.

The taste, stronger now, mixed with the heat of her breath. Kiara lowered her tongue along the shaft, with slow kisses between each suck, using her lips as if savoring a juicy, dripping fruit.

“Ngh… Kiara…” Kion murmured, a hoarse exhalation that made his chest vibrate.

She did not respond. She just leaned in more, taking more of him into her mouth, closing her muzzle halfway down his length, and then pulling back with a wet sound, Schlup! that left the cock gleaming with saliva.

Kion trembled. His testicles swung with each movement, brushing her nose, hot as stones in the sun. Kiara kissed them too, one by one, with soft lips, and then licked them with a flat tongue, leaving shiny lines on the tight skin, feeling how they contracted under her touch.

The cock responded with a new drop of pre-cum that dripped from the tip and brushed her lip. Kiara licked it off, and without thinking, sucked the entire glans again, taking it deep into her mouth this time, deeper than before.

Her throat vibrated, a stifled moan escaped her as she swallowed around the shaft, her muscles tightening, giving him that warm, perfect embrace that made Kion let out a brief roar between his teeth.

The cock pulsed inside her, throbbing, alive. Kiara felt it move as if trying to open her mouth more, mark her from within.

Glrrpp… each time she lowered her head, the veins brushed her tongue, her palate, and filled her with a heat that churned her stomach, not with disgust, but with something deeper. The taste overwhelmed her, but she did not stop.

She held it with one paw while licking the base of the cock with her tongue, making circular movements that drew gasps from Kion, soft at first, then increasingly rougher.

He lowered one of his paws, placed it on her head, without force, just to feel her, like someone caressing a jewel. And Kiara, in response, sucked him with more rhythm, marking with her lips a series of sucks that became wetter, more impatient.

Mmwah… schlurp… mmff—

The cock responded like a caged animal. It throbbed with an irregular rhythm, releasing streams of pre-cum that Kiara could barely swallow in time. She felt it run down the edges of her tongue, down the inside of her cheeks, down her throat mercilessly.

Her lips closed like tight rings around the shaft, then opened to lick it all again, constantly changing the rhythm.

Sometimes she sucked only the tip, with quick little kisses, Pch—pch—pch, other times she took the entire shaft, pushing it so deep that her muzzle hit Kion’s belly, already wet from her hot breath.

And his cock… his cock responded to everything. Throbbing, spasms, hardening more, his testicles tensing as if already preparing for the final load. Kiara felt it, knew the climax was approaching, and instead of stopping, she increased the pace.

Her tongue went wild, tracing shapes, letters, circling the head, licking as if she wanted to melt it. And Kion… he gasped as if he were out of breath, his muzzle slightly open, his body arched over hers.

His cock jerked as if it could ejaculate at any second, and she kept going, not stopping, wanting to taste him to the end.

Kion’s body vibrated entirely.

His paws trembled on either side of Kiara’s head, his claws half-extended against the damp earth, as if at any moment he might lose control completely.

Each lick from her was a sweet stab, a direct hit to that incandescent center where there was no thought or strategy, only need. What Kiara did to him with her mouth wasn’t just a blowjob… it was fire.

Fire with saliva. Fire with tongue, lips, muffled moans, and that gaze that barely dared to rise but burned him every time it did.

And Kion couldn’t take it anymore.

He started to drool, literally. His tongue escaped from the corner of his muzzle, hanging slightly, while he panted like a beast in heat, his eyes unfocused, his head low. Drool dripped from his muzzle as if he were on the verge of collapse.

His cock, shining, swollen, throbbing against Kiara’s tongue with each suck, seemed too much for his young body. And yet, the need drove him to move.

“Kiara…” he gasped, his voice hoarse, broken, barely a muffled growl.

Then he thrust.

Without warning, without pause. He dropped his hips suddenly, pushing his cock into her mouth with uncontrolled force, and Kiara barely managed to open her jaw wider before feeling it bury itself to the hilt.

GLKHH—!

The sound was brutal. She choked immediately, her throat forced open to swallow that hot, throbbing flesh, while Kion’s testicles hit her chin. Her body twisted for a moment, her eyes opening wide, and her paws scratched the ground in instinctive panic.

But Kion reacted.

He didn’t stay still like a savage. Feeling her resistance, her choked gasp, he pulled back just enough to let her breathe, to let his cock slide a few centimeters out, gleaming with saliva. He held it there, panting, his gaze fixed on her tense face, her tongue sticking out, dripping.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered, but he didn’t stop. He just changed the rhythm.

He placed both paws on her head carefully, firm but without hurting her. His claws weren’t out. Just the weight, the presence. And then he started to move.

Fast.

Short.

Precise.

His cock entered and exited her mouth with a speed that filled the air with viscous, wet sounds. Schlk—glrp—glk—schlk—!

Kiara moaned against him, the sounds trapped in her throat, each thrust filling her more, choking her with a pleasure she no longer understood.

Kion was using her, yes, but not like a brute. It was desire. It was pure need. The thrusts weren’t clumsy; they were desperate, as if he needed to finish before exploding. And his cock throbbed harder with each suck.

Kiara, against all odds, began to adapt. She kept her throat open, breathing through her nose, her eyes teary, but she didn’t stop.

Her tongue still moved, still caressed, circled, sucked hard each time he pulled back, only to receive him again with a wet, hot Slurrp!

Kion’s cock seemed to swell even more. He was on the edge. He felt it. The heat rose from his testicles to the base, like a tide of liquid lava about to spill.

His muzzle lifted towards the sky, his mane soaked in sweat, and drool still fell from his mouth, hanging in thick strands over Kiara’s fur.

“I’m going to… fuck, Kiara… I’m going to come…”

The words came out between his teeth, his paw muscles tensed. And then he felt it. That violent contraction, that point of no return, that explosion born deep within.

“Aghhh—ahh—ah… Kiara…!”

His cock gave such a strong spasm that it almost slipped out of her mouth. And then, he came.

The first spurt was wild. GLKHH! It shot to the back of her throat like a brutal, hot, thick discharge, filling her without mercy.

Kiara gasped, swallowing by reflex, but she couldn’t handle it all. Another spurt. And another. Splrttt—schhlk—!

The semen came out forcefully, white and dense, overflowing her mouth, spilling out the sides, dripping down her chin, covering her fur with hot, sticky patches. Kion’s testicles jerked with each discharge, and he roared, yes, a muffled roar that echoed in his chest like a contained thunder.

His cock still throbbed in her mouth as the spurts began to wane. Kiara, with her tongue tired, her muzzle dripping semen, could barely move.

She swallowed what she could, what didn’t spill over. The taste was bitter, salty, dense like hot cream. And yet, she didn’t spit it out. She didn’t pull away.

Kion, panting as if he had run ten kilometers, slowly withdrew his cock from her mouth. A thick strand of semen still connected it to her tongue, stretching, sticking between her lower lip and the still-shiny glans.

Kiara finally gasped, her tongue hanging, her cheeks flushed with an impossible-to-ignore blush, and shame mixed with that taste she would never forget.

Kion lowered himself onto his paws, unsteady, his gaze fixed on her as if he couldn’t believe what had happened. His cock was still dripping, semi-rigid, shining in the dim light of the clearing.

“Never…” he panted, “…have I felt something like this.”

And Kiara, speechless, lowered her gaze. She said nothing.

She just slowly licked the last drop that remained on her muzzle.

Kion lowered her. He pinned her down, his weight full of hunger and fire, pushing her against the warm earth, his fur mixing with the dampness of the ground.

Kiara’s body arched beneath his, but he held her, one paw on her back, firm, like an anchor that wouldn’t let her float away. Kion’s cock aligned effortlessly, wet, guided by the furrows already marked between the lips of her sex, still shiny from his last thrust.

“You’re soaked…” he murmured with a mix of tenderness and threat, and kissed her neck, moving up to her muzzle. “Don’t even deny it.”

Kiara gasped, said nothing, but her hips moved backward, seeking him. Her body screamed what her mouth refused to say. Then he thrust.

The hot tip made its way between her lips, soft, insistent, and with a muffled growl, Kion sank into her. Schhlk… The sound was visceral. Carnal. Kiara moaned, her head thrown back, her paws trembling as she felt him fill her inch by inch. Her body accepted him too easily. As if it had been waiting for him.

Kion did not stop. He sank to the base, his testicles hitting her thighs with a wet plap, his breath hitting her ear, hot as fire.

And then, while his cock throbbed inside her pussy, he began to move a front paw over her belly, slowly descending, until his soft claws brushed the small button between her lips.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Kiara…” he whispered. “But I need to know. How many times did you do it with Kovu?”

She did not respond. She closed her eyes tightly, biting her lip. But the movement of her hips, the trembling of her thighs, betrayed the truth. She liked it. It hurt that it was Kion, but she liked it too much.

Kion started to move. He thrust slowly at first, pulling out halfway and pushing in again, each time deeper, firmer. His paw massaged her clit with quick, merciless circular movements, and at the same time, his mouth descended to hers. Not with brutality, not as punishment.

He kissed her with fierce sweetness, with tongue, with shared breath. He tasted of her. Of both of them. Of that raw desire they could no longer hide.

“Tell me, Kiara…” he whispered against her lips, as he thrust into her again, hard, making her moan with her mouth open. “How many times did he fill you?”

“N-nnhh… Kion!”

But she did not respond. She kept resisting.

So he changed the rhythm. He fucked her harder. Faster. Plap—plap—plap his cock entered and exited, wet, leaving strings of mixed fluid between her thighs. He masturbated her with force, with precision.

Kiara’s body arched against his, gasping with each thrust, her eyes clouded with pleasure she could not control.

“Three times? Five?” he murmured with a broken voice, still kissing her. “Did he tell you that you were his? Did you moan like you are now?”

Kiara screamed between her teeth, a moan that broke as she felt a thrust so deep it made her tremble to the tip of her tail. The words escaped her. She could not stop them.

“Yes! Five… five times…!”

Kion growled, a low roar that vibrated against her back.

“And did you enjoy it?”

“Yes…” she whispered, between gasps. “But… not like this… not like you!”

That was enough.

Kion accelerated. He pressed harder against her back, his cock entering with such force that the gasps became moans, almost sobs of pleasure.

His paw did not stop, his caresses on her clit turned her body liquid, trembling, open. His cock hit her deepest spot with each thrust, as if he wanted to erase everything Kovu had left inside.

“Say it, Kiara,” he whispered. “Say I’m better.”

“You’re… Kion, you’re…!”

She could not finish. An orgasm caught her like a storm, her hips pushing against his, her screams silenced in another deep kiss, while her pussy tightened, contracted forcefully around his cock.

And Kion gasped against her mouth, feeling her tighten around him, lick him from within, taking him straight to the edge.

There were no more words. Only broken breaths, bodies colliding, sweat, saliva, intertwined moans, and the desire to make her his until she couldn’t look at another without remembering him inside her.

And he would not stop until he achieved it.

At that moment, Kion did not think, did not reason.

He thrust.

His cock entered with measured violence, wet, hot, like a spear tempered in lava, and Kiara’s body opened to him as if it could do nothing else but receive him.

Deeper and deeper. Faster and faster.

The inside of Kiara clung to him as if it knew him, as if it had been waiting for him since the first day.

Her vaginal walls enveloped him like a sticky embrace, a soft and slippery prison where his cock slid with a viscous, perverse sound. Schlurrp—plap—slk… each thrust entered and exited, leaving white and transparent strings connected between his glans and the dripping entrance of her pussy. It was tight, throbbing, alive.

That inner flesh contracted, squeezed him with small involuntary spasms, sucking his cock as if it didn’t want to let go.

From within, if anyone could have seen it, it would have been an impious sight: Kion’s glans pushing past the inner folds, separating the tender flesh with each thrust, rubbing against wet roughness, gathering its heat, dragging thick and foamy juices with each withdrawal, before plunging back in forcefully.

The walls closed around him, yielding and resisting, wet, reddish, marked by the friction that left his veins inflamed.

The outer lips of her vulva were swollen, open, red from receiving him so much, with the clit peeking out from the shiny flesh, trembling under each impact.

With each thrust, the folds quivered, dripping juices, sometimes splashing against Kion’s belly, against his testicles that swung and collided wetly with a plap-plap-plap that grew faster and faster.

Kiara no longer spoke words. Her muzzle was glued to the ground, drooling uncontrollably, her tongue hanging out, and her eyes half-closed.

She moaned in short bursts, her voice broken by the intensity, by the impossible rhythm. Her hips rose on their own, responding to each thrust as if it were a call from the soul.

“Mmmh… aaah… AHHH… nghh—Kion…!”

He wouldn’t let her escape. Not now.

He changed the angle, leaned his body, grabbed her hips with both paws, and pulled her backward, pushing with his fully erect cock.

The next thrust lifted her off the ground. THWACK! A hit so deep that her pussy swallowed him whole, her vaginal lips stretching to the limit to embrace his base. He filled her completely. As if he wanted to leave his shape imprinted inside.

And he didn’t stop.

He varied the rhythm. Sometimes he gave three quick, short, piercing thrusts that made her pussy contract with each impact.

Then a long, slow one, entering inch by inch, until his glans pushed against the deepest point, against that spot that made her scream with a broken and sharp moan. Plap-plap-plap… sluuuurp… THWMP!

His balls were already soaked, slapping against her clit each time he entered. And his cock shone, covered in a mix of her thick juice and the pregnant rage of the lion on top of her.

It entered, exited. It exited almost completely, and then PLOP back inside, making her belly vibrate. A line of saliva hung from Kiara’s mouth, her pussy dripped, the ground beneath her was already soaked.

Kion lowered his body, his muzzle next to her ear, and whispered hoarsely:

“You love it… Don’t deny it. This pussy was made for my cock…”

She moaned, trembled, her belly contracting with each thrust, with each word that invaded her more than Kion’s own body. She rubbed against him, her back arched, her tail trembling, as if she wanted to keep being mounted even when he pulled out.

But he wasn’t going to pull out. Not yet.

Not until he had marked every corner of her insides. Not until he heard her beg for more.

However, a noise made them tense for a moment.

The crackling in the distance was brief. Dry branches.

A whisper of footsteps. Kion raised his muzzle sharply, his cock still throbbing inside Kiara’s trembling body. His entire body tensed like a spring.

Someone was coming.

Their ears perked up and turned in unison. His mother. Nala’s grave and authoritative voice cut through the air like a spear:

“Kion! Kiara? It’s time!”

His cock gave an involuntary spasm inside her. The sound of his mother’s name in that damp stillness was like ice on red-hot iron. Kiara wanted to turn, to get out, to hide, but Kion growled, low and possessive.

He grabbed her by the back and lifted her slightly, semen still dripping between her legs, and began to drag her towards some thick, damp, fragrant bushes a few meters away.

“Shhh…” he panted through his teeth, his voice hoarse with desire that still hadn’t died. “We’re not done.”

Kiara let herself be led, her paws limp, her body still buzzing inside, a slow tremor in her back. They hid among the leaves, under heavy branches.

Through the foliage, they could see the silhouettes in the distance, Nala’s imposing figure approaching, sniffing the air. Searching for them. Kion turned her around again. Kiara face down, her ass still shiny from the remains of everything they had shared minutes before.

“I’m going to fuck you while they look for us,” he whispered against her ear. “And you’re going to stay quiet.”

His cock aligned effortlessly. Kiara’s pussy, still wet, open, pleading. A muffled plop when the tip made its way in again. And immediately, the movement. Kion thrust as if he had no time to lose.

Fast.

Cruel.

Driving his cock to the hilt with a frenetic rhythm.

Thmp-thmp-thmp!

His balls slammed against her reddened pussy, making the mixed juices splatter onto the dry leaves.

“Kion…!” she gasped, but she couldn’t scream anymore.

His paw immediately closed over her muzzle, pressing firmly, driving the scent of his fur into her nose. The message was clear: silence.

“They’re there… a few meters away…” he growled, his breath ragged. “Can you feel it? They could find us. You could come with my cock inside you while your mother calls your name…”

She trembled, each thrust a stronger beat between her legs, each impact of his hips drawing a new muffled moan. She drooled against her own paw, her eyes closed, her hips moving against him in a sway she could no longer control.

Kion leaned in more. He grabbed her by the scruff of her neck, pulled hard. SLAP! He gave her a smack that echoed among the bushes. Kiara jerked, her body jumping. His cock sank deeper. Plap! Plap! Plap! He panted against her back, like a lost animal, his body drenched, out of breath.

“You’re going to come right here…” he murmured. “Just when she says your name again.”

And Nala, as if fate were playing with them, called out again, closer:

“Kiara! Answer already!”

And just as the name broke the air…

Kion thrust with all his might. And she came.

At that moment, the air was thick, saturated with sweat and damp leaves. The ground was still warm beneath their bodies, and the scent of both of them filled the bushes as if they had marked every branch.

Kiara panted with her cheek pressed against the ground, the fur on her face stuck with saliva and juices she didn’t know were hers or his.

Her body still trembled, every muscle fatigued by the inhuman rhythm of what they had done. But Kion wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot.

He growled low, hoarse, deep, a sound that reverberated against her back like thunder in his chest. His cock slowly slid out of her pussy, dripping, slippery, leaving a thick string hanging between her open lips, still throbbing, still red and sensitive from so much impact.

Schlrp…

The sound was dirty, intimate, so wet that it made Kiara close her eyes tightly and moan softly.

And then, he rubbed her.

His cock, thick and still hard, marked by veins and shining with the mix of both of them, rubbed against the line of her ass. From her clit to the base of her tail. Over and over. Slowly at first. Then harder.

Every time it brushed against the tight little ring of her asshole, Kiara held her breath. She couldn’t help it. It was a forbidden place, a sharp fear, but her body didn’t pull away. It couldn’t.

Kion knew it. He felt it.

“Sshh… relax,” he whispered against her neck as he pushed his cock along the line of her ass again. “I won’t break you. Just… feel you more.”

And then he pushed.

The tip pressed against her tight asshole. Not violently, but firmly. Kiara gasped suddenly, a stifled cry that barely escaped before Kion silenced her immediately.

His muzzle pressed against hers, his lips against hers, a urgent, possessive kiss, his tongue forcing entry. Mmmfh! It was deep, messy, wet. And as their tongues clashed, his cock began to make its way in.

Plrk… ngghhh…

It entered. Slowly. Millimeter by millimeter. Kiara tensed completely, her paws gripping the ground, her body arched as if wanting to flee and stay at the same time. His cock filled her, differently.

Tighter.

Hotter.

More brutal.

Her asshole opened with effort, forcing itself to adapt, stretching around the glans that sank mercilessly. And Kion didn’t stop. His groans were bestial, guttural, as if entering her there drove him crazy.

“Fuck, Kiara… so tight… so hot…”

Kiara moaned into the kiss, her breath ragged, her mouth open. The pain was fire. The pleasure, a sweet poison.

She was being fucked like never before, marked from the deepest part. Kion pushed more, and with a wet slrrrch, the entire cock entered. To the base. Until his testicles pressed against her still-shiny pussy.

And then he started to move.

Thmp… thmp… thmp…

Each thrust was an intense stab, a direct hit to the center. Her asshole clenched like a hot fist, the inner walls contracting with each entry.

Kion moved with force, with hunger, his body slamming against hers with desperate, wet sounds. His paws marked the ground, and his muzzle did not separate from hers. Kissing her. Biting. Licking the moans he didn’t want to escape.

Kiara drooled against his tongue. Her body arched beneath his. Her ass shook with each impact, her muscles trembling, her moans turned into pure hot panting. And Kion didn’t let go. He fucked her with a wild rhythm, his cock entering and exiting her asshole with a dirty sound that only the forest heard. Schllk—plrk—plap—slk!

“Say it…” he murmured between thrusts, his voice broken. “That you feel me in the deepest part. That no one took you like this…”

“N-nnnh… Kion… Kion!”

His cock said it all. It throbbed inside, hitting against the inner pressure, marking the path. Kion accelerated. He changed the angle. He lifted one of her legs. He opened her more. He spanked her hard.

SLAP!

The sharp sound vibrated in the air and her asshole clenched tighter, squeezing his cock like a trap. Kiara screamed, breathless, lost. The thrusts were a choreography of fury and desire.

And he came.

Screaming her name. Buried to the hilt.

His cock trembled inside her clenched asshole, and the first spurt of semen was brutal. SPLRTT! Filling her from within. The second hit deeper. The third, overflowing. Kiara trembled. Panted. Her asshole releasing white strings that dripped down her thigh.

Kion didn’t move. He kissed her nape. Buried. Empty.

Kiara didn’t know exactly when that taste had become so addictive.

The first time she tasted it, she hesitated. The heat, the thickness, the salt stinging her tongue… it was different from everything. But it didn’t take long. Just one lick, slow, deep, and her body responded without her ordering it. A pulse between her legs.

A contraction in her throat. A desire that wasn’t born out of duty, but from something darker, sweeter.

And without realizing it, she found herself in front of him, Kion’s cock and testicles hanging in front of her muzzle.

And she was hungry.

She stuck out her tongue, soft at first, licking from the base, just where the fur was still soaked, moving up the shaft marked by thick, firm veins, though trembling.

Slick… schlrp…

The saliva mixed with the white drops formed shiny strings that hung between her mouth and her prey.

Kion said nothing. He just panted. His eyes narrowed. His paws spread. His body surrendered to that tongue that devoured him again as if it had known him all his life. Each stroke was more confident.

Kiara played with the tip now, licking it in circles, letting her warm breath envelop the glans. The taste returned. Salty, yes. Dense. But there was something more.

She loved it.

She never thought Kion’s semen would be so delicious. She had felt it before, but now she savored it. As if her body recognized it. As if her instinct knew that this white, warm liquid was more than semen… it was his mark.

She opened her mouth. She took it in slowly. The glans slipped between her lips as if waiting for her, and her tongue closed against the lower part, caressing as she pushed it inside. Mmmfhh… A moan shook her from within. Her throat stretched, receiving it without hurry, sucking with mute hunger.

Kion arched his back. His hips trembled.

“Kiara…”

She didn’t stop. She sucked hard, then eased, letting his cock slide out only to trap it again, sealing her lips just behind the glans, licking, savoring, kissing as if she wanted to imprint it with her mouth.

Her tongue worked. It drew lines. It circled the tip. Sometimes it hit just the small wet eye, making more pre-cum flow, salty, delicious. She licked it all. She didn’t leave a drop.

Kion’s paws clenched, his hips pushed slightly, his cock hardening more. He was on the edge. His body knew it. And Kiara felt it. In the way it throbbed. In the heat that rose. In the tension of his belly.

In the back of the clearing, a crack. Branches.

Footsteps.

But neither of them heard.

Because at that moment, the world was tongue, moan, cock, saliva. She sucked harder now. Her mouth made wet, deliciously impudent sounds. Schhlp—slrp—mmwah—glkk… Her muzzle shone, her chin dripped, her eyes were wet. And then, she felt it.

Kion’s body tensed completely.

A muffled roar was stifled in his chest.

His cock throbbed violently in her mouth.

And the first spurt was brutal.

GLKHH!

Thick, hot, dense as lava. It shot against her palate, her tongue, her throat. Kiara swallowed by instinct, but it was too much. Another spurt filled her more. Splrrt! The taste invaded her, her face soaked, her breath ragged. Kion was coming as if he would never stop.

And she drank it all.

Every drop.

And there, in the deepest part, where not even the breeze dared to enter, Nala walked on tiptoe, guided by a whisper, by a muffled gasp, by the invisible humidity that sin leaves when it breathes very close.

The scene hit her like a stifled roar.

Kiara. Her daughter. With her eyes closed and her lips open around the throbbing thickness of her brother’s member. Kion panted silently, the muscles in his neck tense, his claws tearing at the ground as if holding back hurt more than coming.

Kiara had him deep inside, her throat making room for that hot flesh that throbbed with pleasure, while her tongue wrapped tenderly around the shaft.

“What do we have here?” Nala purred, with a twisted smile that could cut leather.

Kiara startled, lifting her wet gaze, her lips still shiny with saliva, confused between guilt and excitement at being caught.

But Nala did not flinch.

She just walked towards them with that sway of hips she used when hunting prey that already knew they were dead.

Kion could barely utter a word.

“Mom, I…”

“Shh,” she said, bringing a finger to her lips and then slowly lowering it, letting the claw tear the air near her own jaw, down… down… until it brushed the tip of that cock that was still throbbing, wet, bathed in the taste of her daughter. “If you don’t say anything… if you keep this little secret… mom can give you a reward.”

He swallowed hard. His throat dry. His eyes ablaze with the fire of something he didn’t understand but that was consuming him.

And before he could nod or deny or even breathe, Nala had already leaned in. Her open jaws, warm, enveloped the tip of his cock like a cave of hot silk, and the first thing he felt was her tongue.

Slurp.

A slow movement, almost maternal, licking the head in wide circles, as if savoring it. Each turn of that tongue seemed to measure him, not just by size, but by resistance.

And he was already melting. Kiara watched in astonishment, her lips parted, not yet understanding if she should run or watch or touch herself while looking. But Nala did not stop. She devoured him deeper, with a technique that came from years of well-used royalty.

“Mmh…” her throat vibrated against his flesh, and Kion let out a ragged moan, his head thrown back, his hips tense.

Nala’s tongue never stayed in one place. It moved like a possessed snake, brushing the groove under the glans, pressing just under the crown, descending the shaft in a wet spiral while her lips trapped him without letting a single drop escape. Then she pulled back a little, only to savor him again, over and over.

Gluk… gluk… slrrrpp…

Each sound was a lascivious chant, a symphony of flesh and tongue. She turned her head while she had him inside, creating a suction massage from impossible angles. The pressure of her lips increased just as she pulled back, making his cock feel like it was being squeezed by a velvet whirlwind.

Then she took him all the way down her throat, swallowing every inch until her lips met the base and she stayed there, motionless, breathing through her nose, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

Kion trembled. Sweat ran down his back. His paws firm on the slippery rock, feeling the pleasure grow like an unstoppable fire.

Nala smiled with the cock in her mouth, because she felt it. She knew that her tongue, flattening against the underside of the shaft while sucking up slowly, was too much for him.

She had made him roar before, many times, with Simba, with others… but this was different. This was her son, young, hungry, with a cock hard as vengeance, and she was willing to teach him everything.

Lick… slrrp… lick lick… plop.

She pulled it out of her mouth with a wet snap and rubbed it with her cheek, rubbing that hard rod against her face like a feline lover.

Kiara panted without touching herself, her eyes fixed on her mother, her legs trembling, the wetness between her paws smelling of heat and confusion.

“That’s how it’s done, daughter,” Nala whispered, while glancing sideways. “Watch. Learn.”

She opened her mouth wide and swallowed him again, deeper this time, and her tongue, that tongue, pressed against the underside, tracing slow lines of saliva while her lips sucked as if extracting marrow from his entrails. Kion screamed.

His cock throbbed, trembled, jumped against her throat, and Nala did not pull away. The suction increased. The tongue spun, spun and spun, like a propeller drunk on hot milk, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

He came with a muffled roar, his paws trembling, spilling inside his mother while she did not let go, nor let a single drop fall.

Gluk… gluk… gluk…

Each spurt she sucked with serene hunger. Each spasm she embraced with warmth.

And when she finished, Nala licked her lips, looked at Kiara, and smiled.

“See, my love? That’s how you take care of a king.”

And Kion, panting, trembling, with his cock still shiny with saliva and semen, knew at that moment that this “reward” had been only the beginning.

Kion’s cock shone, freshly taken out of Nala’s mouth, a thread of hot saliva still hanging from the queen’s lower lip.

She let it escape from her throat with a soft, wet, almost tender snap, as if returning it to the world after having claimed it with her tongue.

Plop.

“Mmhh…” Nala licked slowly, her tongue traveling over her muzzle, savoring the trail as if it were honey stolen from a cursed hive. “Not bad for a prince.”

Kion panted, his eyes red, his chest heaving, every vein in his member throbbing with contained need. He did not dare to move. As if his mother’s body had invoked something sacred by wrapping him with that expert mouth. As if the slightest movement could ruin the continuity of a spell.

She did not let him rest.

She climbed him like a storm that scales mountains, pausing but inevitable, her claws sliding over his chest while her hips rose. Her maternal nipples brushed his skin as she passed, hot, firm, and then her stomach, and then her belly, until her sex—still wet, still brimming with desire—floated just above her son’s erect cock.

But she did not take him yet.

No.

Nala tormented him.

She descended slowly, lowering her glorious ass until the perfect curve of her buttocks rested against that soaked flesh. His cock throbbed, nervous, brushing against the soft, tight, round flesh. She sat right there, without the tip entering her, letting her buttocks press against the base like an embrace of hell and silk.

“Do you want to enter me?” she purred, slightly rotating her hips in a movement that rubbed the cock against the crevice between her cheeks. “Do you want to feel how I swallow you to the core?”

Rubb… rubb… rubb…

The friction was killer. The cock slid between the two halves of her ass, so tight that Kion growled as if they were pulling his soul out with each rub.

And Nala moved, forward, backward, rubbing the glans all over the furrow of her ass, sometimes lowering until the tip barely brushed the entrance of her pussy—hot, dripping, ravenous.

“Mom…” he panted, his claws dug into the rock. “Please…”

Nala just smiled, turning again, slower, pressing harder. The cock jumped, and the queen moaned with pure pleasure at feeling it bounce against her clit unintentionally.

“Shhh… not so fast. First, I want you to die of desire.”

Her ass kept rubbing, that dance of wet torture where her pussy brushed against the tip and then moved away, again and again. Sometimes she leaned forward, letting the cock slide between her outer lips, covering itself with her own wetness and leaving a shiny trail on it.

Kion arched, every muscle tense, every fiber begging to bury itself inside. But Nala just laughed, the royal bitch, moving as if dancing on burning embers, dominating her son with the mere gravity of her soaked pussy.

“If you really beg me for it…” she said, lowering until the tip of the cock rose just against her entrance. “Maybe… maybe I’ll let you come inside me.”

Kion clenched his teeth, his jaw trembling.

“Fucking put it in already!”

And Nala just smiled.

The queen’s hips descended like a sentence, slow, calculated, and her pussy opened around Kion’s cock with a wet and thick sound.

Schluck…

“Mnh…” Nala moaned with her throat closed, her eyes rolling back just from that first centimeter. “Ah… your mother is so fucking wet…”

Kion let out a growl between his teeth. His cock, hard as the shaft of a ceremonial spear, was devoured millimeter by millimeter by that hot, pulsating, royal fluid-saturated cave. Nala’s entrance throbbed over him, sucking him inward as if her body itself knew it didn’t want to let him out ever again.

And then she started to move.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Her buttocks fell like hammers. Her pelvis collided with his in a frenetic, carnal rhythm, an ancient dance where each bounce was more obscene than the last. The sound of their bodies slapping mixed with the panting, the growls, the trembling moan of the very cavern.

Clapclapclapclap—

“Gods…” Kion clenched his jaw. “M-mom… you’re so tight…”

Nala laughed, but without losing the rhythm, her maternal tits bouncing in time with the jump, her thighs marked by the drops that fell from her pussy, dripping down her son’s balls, soaking him, lubricating him with a bottomless delivery.

“Did you think you knew what fucking was?” she growled in his ear as she leaned over him without stopping riding him. “You know nothing… until your cock has felt this… this that birthed you… that now squeezes you.”

Squish. Squish. Squish.

The friction was insane. Kion felt it completely. His cock was completely buried, trapped in that hot canal that squeezed him like a fist of wet flesh. Every time she rose, her pussy sucked as if it didn’t want to separate, and when she fell, it devoured him with a dull, wet, intense thud.

Plap. Plap. Plap.

“Mghh…!” He thrust his hips upward, finding the rhythm, starting to penetrate her from below with furious thrusts. Nala threw her head back, moaning loudly, as if the world was piercing her in an electric discharge of pleasure.

“Yes, fuck! Break my pelvis if you can, Kion! Make your mother scream your name!” she roared with a hoarse voice, lips drooling over his jaw.

Sweat mixed with juice, the two bodies colliding in a frenzy that had no rhythm or mercy. Nala leaned in more, lowering until her lips found his. The kiss was pure fang, pure saliva, pure pulse.

Their tongues intertwined like serpents at war, and all the while her pussy kept descending, descending, squeezing the cock from base to glans.

Kion had her by the hips now. He no longer let her control him. His thrusts rose violently, brutally, burying himself with a viscous sound that seemed like a surgical act, tearing the soul.

SCHLAP-SCHLAP-SCHLAP—

Nala convulsed. The first orgasm came without warning, making her scream with her throat open, her eyes glassy. Her pussy clenched like a fist, pulsing around the cock with tremors that shook her belly.

But she did not stop.

She told him in a hoarse whisper while still panting:

“Keep going. Don’t stop. Don’t let me go. Fuck me until I can’t walk!”

And Kion obeyed.

He put her on her back, without pulling out. She screamed as she felt him lift her off the ground, her back against the rugged rock, the cock still inside, and he started to fuck her with violence, with primal fury. The queen trembled, clinging to her son’s neck, her eyes wide as her flesh crashed against his.

PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—

It was a war drum.

A sacred execution.

A forbidden union, a glorious profanation of all that was law.

Kion moaned, the orgasm growing, the heat accumulating at the base of his spine like a contained lightning bolt. And when Nala felt the swelling, that brutal pressure, her legs wrapped around him like chains.

“Do it inside!” she screamed. “Fill me with your milk, cub! Give me what you owe me for every fucking night I dreamed of you like this!”

And he roared.

He came like a beast.

His cock throbbed violently inside her, unloading wave after wave of hot semen, so deep that her womb trembled. Nala cried out in pleasure, sucking it all in, devouring it with her pussy as if she could drink every drop.

Kion’s cock still shone with the royal saliva and the fluids of both that had left it, throbbing as if it had a life of its own, erect, exposed, eager.

Nala rose with a slow, lethal movement, like an ancient goddess deciding when to end the ritual. Her pelvis detached from her son with a wet rub, her soaked vulva leaving a mark on Kion’s hot skin as she straightened completely over him, standing on the stone slabs that smelled of sex and fire.

“That’s… That’s enough… for now,” she purred, her voice caressing the air like a velvet fan full of claws.

She stretched as if nothing had happened, her glorious body still trembling slightly inside, the nectar sliding down her inner thigh, but in her eyes, there was only power. She walked with elegance, slowly, turning slightly when she reached the cave’s exit.

Kiara was still there, on her knees, watching everything with parted lips, her body in an erotic trance from which she did not want to wake.

“Stay a little longer, my loves,” Nala said as she left, her silhouette framed against the reddish light of the sunset that bathed the cave’s threshold. She looked over her shoulder, a lopsided smile on her juicy lips. “I’ll come up with an excuse to explain why you were late for dinner.”

And she left.

The words hung in the air like thick vapor. The silence in the cave was almost reverent. And then, as if the flames responded to the change in energy, the air filled again with pure electricity. Kion, still flushed, still with his erect and slippery cock, turned to his sister.

Kiara looked at him with a mix of adoration and lust that she had never allowed herself to show before. Her mouth opened very slowly, and her tongue slid over her lower lip.

“Do you… want to continue?” she asked, and her voice was not that of a princess. It was that of a creature that had just been given permission to exist.

Kion did not respond.

And she did not wait any longer and brought her muzzle to his cock, to continue sucking it.

From that day on, nothing was the same.

It was a secret. A pact of bodies and desire. A game without rules where the royal blood pulsed strong in their genitals. Mother, son, daughter: a triangle sealed in sweat, moans, and long glances at dinner time.

And with each encounter, the tradition grew.